The Bordello Initiation
by Chris Robinson


FOREWORD 

Considered as a place to live and bring up children, the modern world, as 
most readers will have discovered by now, is a rough, mean, wicked place 
which is full of unpleasant surprises, and sensible adults have regulated 
their lives accordingly. Society in the twentieth century abounds with con 
men and criminals, drug-peddlers and pimps, plus sex maniacs of various 
persuasions, not to mention all the other types who have made it their 
nefarious business to lead young people astray. The wise parent has done 
his" best to prepare his children for these unpleasant but inevitable 
contacts. 

But the innocent continue to go forth to the slaughter. Consider the 
statistics: at a prominent university in the United States, school 
administrators found that 87% of those female students who became pregnant 
without the benefit of husbands or matrimony were ignorant of the rudiments 
of sexual education, excepting what little they needed to know to get 
themselves pregnant in the first place. 

And who is to blame? To a certain extent, society at large or the university 
itself, but it seems clear that much of the responsibility for these human 
tragedies lies with the parents who have sent their adolescent daughters off 
to deal with the hazards of modern life without instructing them in the 
fundamentals of elementary morality, not to mention effective birth control 
procedures. 

The same survey, (as reported in the American Medical Society Journal) found 
that young men between the ages of 18 and 22 were approximately seven times 
more likely to contract syphilis or some other veneral disease than any 
other age group. The explanation? Total ignorance of the basic facts about 
the effects and symptoms of these 'social' diseases. 

In an attempt to answer the age old question, 'What's a nice girl like you 
doing in a place like this?', the American Council on Social Relations 
recently did an in-depth study of prostitution in the United States, and 
anyone who thinks that this has disappeared will find some surprising 
information in this report. According to their most recent publications on 
the subject, the Council has determined that over three quarters of the 
young women currently engaged in the practice of prostitution in the USA 
come from upper middle class homes. Over fifty percent of the girls 
interviewed in the survey reported that their parents were church-goers. 
Furthermore, an astonishing percentage of these unfortunate people were 
themselves college graduates! 

Why? The Council suggested that we might look for the answer in the words of 
an old college song: 

"Her mother never told her, The things a young girl should know...." 

Yes, in many cases, a few hours of frank talk between mother and daughter 
might have averted the tragedy, but too often these innocent young women 
were left to discover the facts of life the hard way. 

After a series of consultations with the Publishers, author Christopher 
Robinson has prepared a stimulating and moving study of one such drama. Jane 
Holloway, the heroine of this compelling novel, could hardly complain of 
neglect at the hands of her doting parents. From the earliest days of her 
childhood, this fictional Jane was showered with gifts, praise, attention, 
love and religious training. Horseback riding, music and ballet lessons, and 
an elegant girl's finishing school all contributed to the creation of the 
carefully reared young lady we meet in the opening pages of Mr. Robinson's 
absorbing novel. But what does Jane Holloway lack? Where have her parents 
failed her? 

As she leaves the protection of her home for the first time, the answer 
becomes tragically clear. Going away to college, Jane is encountering 
totally unprepared, the dangers and corruption offered by a large twentieth 
century metropolis. Armed only with a foolish and naive belief in the basic 
goodness of mankind, her familiarity with sexual affairs is minimal, and her 
knowledge of the hazards of the big city is limited. Jane's parents have 
sheltered her all of her life from the perverse realities of the world and 
now she finds herself naive, unsophisticated and very, very vulnerable. 

Her education proceeds rapidly and cruelly and the reader will encounter 
passages which may seem at first to be unduly harsh and earthy. Some may be 
offended at the blunt naturalistic vocabulary used by certain characters in 
this book, or by certain scenes which the faint hearted may regard as overly 
explicit. However the Publishers believe that this novel, as it stands, is a 
realistic and honest treatment of a difficult and dangerous situation. The 
harshness, the obscenity, the violence-all of these things exist in the 
world; the author has merely written them down. 

-The Publishers Sausalito, California June, 1972 

 CHAPTER ONE 

As the train chugged slowly out of the dreariness of the stockyards and into 
the open countryside, Dan Wollinski unzipped his jacket, touched a match to 
a cigarette and sat back in his window seat to survey his fellow passengers 
for the run down to New Orleans. Dan had spent a lot of time on trains 
during the last few years and he inevitably dreamed about having some 
beautiful friendly young chick get on board at the last minute and find no 
seat vacant except the one next to him. One thing would lead to another and 
after a long intimate conversation, they would head for the nearest hotel 
the moment the train arrived in the station. 

Unfortunately, it never seemed to happen and his journeys were normally 
shared by grandmothers who showed him blurred snap-shots of their ugly 
grandchildren, or salesmen who would sit next to him getting quietly drunk 
from a pocket flask and never even offer him a drink. 

At the moment, the seat by his side was empty and Dan hoped it would stay 
that way. He had ceased to believe that the beautiful young chick would ever 
materialize and rather than try to communicate with someone boring, he 
preferred to be alone with his thoughts. The young man had been through a 
lot in the past few years and had been forced to grow up very abruptly. His 
real education had begun three years ago when a particularly nasty sergeant 
at Fort Dix had given him a crash course in applied violence. A few months 
later, he had learned even more about himself and the world he lived in as 
he found himself fighting for his life in the steaming fetid jungles of 
Southeast Asia. On his twenty-third birthday, he had killed his first man, a 
grinning North Vietnamese lieutenant he had stumbled into on the way to the 
latrine one night; a few days later in Saigon, he had lost his virginity 
with the assistance of a rather bored Vietnamese prostitute. 

The young ex-soldier grinned to himself as he thought of the girls of 
Saigon. Oh, it had been fun at first, but after awhile they had all begun to 
look alike and he and his friends had even given up all hope of anything but 
straight forward unfriendly sex, despite the fact that some of the girls had 
learned to speak English reasonably well and he himself had mastered quite a 
few phrases in Vietnamese. But somehow, there had never been time. On their 
few days of leave away from the jungle and its hazards, they had gotten into 
the habit of grabbing the first whore they could find, throwing her on her 
back and driving into her stomach without so much as a moment's foreplay, 
taking out their aggressions and hatred on the small, perfectly-formed 
bodies of these lithe, slender Oriental women, knowing as they skewered into 
them that their own violent death could come at any moment. 

Most of the girls he had known in the Orient had been tired and 
uninteresting, selling their bodies for money and nothing more, and there 
had been a vulgar saying among the soldiers: Anyone who fucks a Vietnamese 
is too lazy to jack off! 

But every so often, Dan had succeeded in finding a girl who still enjoyed 
her work at least a little and would take the trouble to put some effort 
into what she was doing. And these 'special' girls had managed to convince 
him that a female Oriental knew more about love-making by the time she was 
fifteen than an American woman would ever learn. 

Dan's penis jerked slightly in his pants as he recalled the last night he 
had spent in Saigon just before shipping out for the States and his final 
discharge. He had gone to visit a girl whom he had begun to see rather 
regularly during his leaves, hoping she would be available to entertain him 
on his last night in town. The girl was a whore, pure and simple, but she 
loved fucking better than anyone else in the world and the young soldier had 
always found her perfectly happy to indulge any obscene desire he might 
have. 

As he walked in that last day, the girl had flown into his arms without a 
word, pressing her lithe, high-breasted body against him and pulled him 
urgently towards the bed. His sweat-soaked Army uniform had fallen off with 
fantastic speed and a moment later he had found himself as naked as she, 
lying on top of her softly yielding body, her firm little bud-like nipples 
boring into his chest. The pretty young Vietnamese prostitute had thrust her 
thigh high up into his loins as they writhed around on the narrow bed, 
bringing his already stimulated cock to an almost unbearable state of 
throbbing hardness. It had been almost a month since he had last enjoyed a 
woman, and Dan could feel that the moisture was already seeping from the 
glans at the end of his long lust-thickened shaft, trapped between the soft 
surfaces of her tightly clasped thighs. 

"Oh, fuck me," she had murmured hotly. "Fuck me good!" 

Then the tawny-skinned girl had massaged him with delicate, experienced 
fingers, stroking the red, blood-swollen tip of his cock until the young man 
was afraid he was going to explode, cumming all over the soft flat plane of 
her stomach even before he had gotten a chance to worm his thickly pulsing 
instrument up into the hidden recesses of her lust-inspiring body. 

"I'm going home soon," he had whispered to her. "Let's make this one extra 
good." 

"I will show you some things to teach the girls in America," she had 
promised in return. "I have heard your women do not know how to make love. 
Lie on your back, please." 

Dan had obediently rolled over, knowing what she was going to do to him and 
enjoying it in advance as he looked down at her expectantly. The brown 
skinned, slant-eyed girl had then crouched slavishly between his knees, 
stroking his cock with her hand and sliding the loose foreskin up and down 
over the muscular super-hardened shaft until Dan was sure he was going to 
lose his mind. Her face had hovered above him, only a few inches above, the 
throbbing moist head of his cock, and the young infantryman had discovered 
in that moment that his hips were possessed of a will of their own, rising 
and falling rhythmically as she massaged him. 

A broad, man pleasing grin had crossed her face then as she dropped her head 
slowly and torturously, her tongue flicking teasingly into the dampness of 
the hard pulsating gland, and this extremely erotic stimulation had forced a 
low groan of pleasure to the lips of the battle hardened young soldier. 

Soon, the crucial moment had arrived. While Dan had looked down with 
unconcealed ecstasy, the Vietnamese girl had closed her soft red lips around 
the sensitive head of his cock, her tongue lapping obscenely back and forth 
as she trapped the huge bulbous tip of his penis inside the moist warm 
cavern of her mouth. Dan had never had anything quite like this before in 
his young life, and he had looked down in amazement at the sight of his long 
hard shaft of flesh stuck luridly up into her tightly ovaled mouth while the 
girl had sucked on him like a madwoman, using her hands to play with the 
soft, sensitive skin of his testicles. As she had slavered submissively over 
him, Dan had enjoyed the lashings of her tongue as she had twirled it 
maddeningly around the tiny opening of the involuntarily jerking gland at 
the end of his long heavily swollen penis. The wildly pleasurable sensations 
she was creating in his loins were mind blowing to say the least, and the 
sight of her crouched over him like an Oriental slave made it all the 
better. 

Somehow the girl had sensed that Dan was turning on powerfully by now, and 
she had worked like a demon to make him cum, laboring obscenely to force him 
to shoot off into her mouth, spewing the great steaming streams of white 
creamy semen into the depths of her willing throat. Enormous swirling 
sensations of heated desire had started to build up deep inside of him by 
this point, and the young soldier had realized that she was driving him 
inexorably towards the most powerful orgasm of his life. The muscles of his 
flat hard stomach had gone completely rigid and he had observed with lewd 
delight the tiny droplets of saliva oozing from the corners of her 
cock-stuffed mouth. 

Then suddenly he had gasped as the spasm swept uncontrollably over him. His 
moment had arrived and he seized her head in a vise-like grip as he felt the 
white-hot cum begin its final charge from the repository in his aching 
sperm-bloated balls out through the wildly contracting channel of his penis 
and into the sanctuary of her madly sucking mouth. Still watching the bent 
over prostitute like a hawk, Dan had seen her cheeks billow out like a 
balloon as her mouth was suddenly filled with the warm sensuous fluid, and 
he had expected her to stop immediately to spit out this lewd choking 
mixture of cum and saliva. 

But instead, the girl had absolutely reveled in her masochistic debasement, 
gulping his obscene male cum as if it were the nectar of the gods. Even as 
his cock slowly wilted, she had continued to suck gently on him, never 
letting up on her efforts until she had brought his tingling penis back to 
its fully erected state. Then she had collapsed back on the bed, her legs 
sprayed lasciviously apart, inviting him to fuck her in the usual way. 

Much later that night, when Dan had dressed to leave, the girl had cried a 
little and unexpectedly dropped to her knees in front of him as he had been 
counting out the usual payment with a little bit extra as a farewell 
present. She had removed his now exhausted cock from his pants one last 
time, kissed it with open mouthed passion, and then slipped the money back 
into his pocket. 

His last night in Saigon had been on the house! 

* * * 

The train jolted and Dan Wollinski shook his head to drive away this mixed 
bag of recollections. For him, the war and the Vietnamese people were things 
of the past, to be forgotten if possible. He was a little long in the tooth 
to be starting college at the age of twenty five, but the G.I. Bill was 
going to pay his way and he realized that he would be foolish not to take 
advantage of it. And the added maturity and worldliness which came from his 
travels and experiences should give him some advantages as far as the 
college girls were concerned. Dan had heard that most of these coeds were 
pretty wild, and a man no longer needed to visit a prostitute to get his 
rocks off; all you had to do was walk across the campus! Dan was perfectly 
serious about getting a good education, but he saw no reason why he couldn't 
enjoy himself while he was at it. 

Then suddenly, the miracle happened! The door to the carriage opened and in 
walked a girl, struggling with two heavy suitcases and an assortment of 
handbags. Dan Wollinski sat back happily and gave his eyes a treat. She was 
about eighteen, and moved with the unconscious grace of a woman too young to 
have realized clearly how beautiful she was or what kind of an effect she 
had upon men. The newcomer to the car was blonde, rather tall, and as she 
strained to move her cumbersome baggage down the narrow aisle, Dan could see 
that her sweater covered breasts were unusually heavy and sensuous, swaying 
temptingly as she turned her voluptuously curved body. Her hips were narrow 
and well formed and the skirt she wore as almost a mini, cutting alluringly 
across her milk-white tapered thighs nearly a foot above her knees. 

Dan shook his head in wonderment. Girls like this normally traveled with an 
escort or a parent. With a body and a face like that, it really was not safe 
for her to make a long journey like this alone! 

And naturally, she would go and sit next to someone else. Wollinski knew 
better than to expect two miracles during the same train ride, and he 
watched anxiously as her eyes swept the car, searching for an empty seat. 
Seeing the one next to him, she headed toward the amazed young ex-soldier, 
who leaped instantly to his feet to help her with her bags. 

"Hi!" she chirped in a friendly tone. "I'm Jane Holloway." 

"Hello," he responded somewhat more formally. "Are you going to New 
Orleans?" 

"Yes, I'm going to be a freshman at the university there. Isn't that 
exciting?" 

Given the fact that several hundred thousand young teenagers rushed off 
somewhere every year to become freshmen, there was no particular reason why 
her announcement should be remarkable, but the girl's fresh innocent 
enthusiasm was contagious and Dan found himself confessing that he too was 
enrolling as a first year student, and before long the two new students were 
busily discussing the courses they intended to take. 

Jane vaguely recalled having been told by her parents that proper young 
ladies did not start conversations with strangers on trains or other public 
places, but after all this young man seemed so pleasant and nice, not to 
mention the fact that he was a student like her. Dan explained that he had 
already done his military service, and it gave her a warm safe feeling to be 
sitting next to an older, more experienced person, someone who could guide 
her if she needed advice. Not that anything bad was likely to happen, of 
course. According to a tourist book she had read, New Orleans was a happy 
friendly city with lots of old French charm. She had looked at the brochure 
published by the university and had scanned the pages of photographs showing 
happy healthy young people playing at sports or busily studying with smiles 
on their faces. Oh, there was no question about it! This was going to be the 
best experience of her life! 

"Are you going to take Biology IA?" inquired the ex-soldier, leafing through 
a university catalog. 

"Yes, are you? That would be wonderful. We could sit together!" she gushed, 
without thinking of how her remark must have sounded. "I love biology. I 
took it in high school." 

Of course, life was not always going to be peaches and cream, Jane reminded 
herself, and who knew what the future could bring? She had, for example, had 
her tonsils out when she was ten, a most unpleasant experience, and then 
more recently, there had been the nasty business with Richard.... 

Jane shifted uncomfortably in her seat, noticing that the old train seemed 
to be vibrating a lot, and firmly resolving that she would not start day 
dreaming about her last date with Richard again. It was over and done with, 
she insisted to herself. There was no reason to keep worrying about it, but 
unfortunately, Dan seemed to be busily studying his catalog and there was no 
light conversation to distract her. 

And it kept coming back to her, like the nightmare it had been. Richard had 
been her steady boyfriend throughout high school and the two of them had 
made quite a pair. Beauty and the Beast, their friends had called them, 
since he had excelled at all forms of sports, and she had always been 
considered the most attractive young lady in town. Richard's father was the 
wealthiest man in the community and his son was normally on his best 
behavior all of the time, but there were nights.... 

There were nights when Richard was allowed to borrow his father's Lincoln 
Continental to take her to a school dance or to a movie downtown. On the way 
home, the young man would normally suggest a 'quiet chat' before turning in, 
and drive a few miles out of town to some secluded spot where the State 
Troopers were not likely to harass them. Sex had never been really discussed 
in the Halloway home, but Jane always had an uncomfortable feeling that she 
should not permit Richard to caress her ripe succulent breasts the way he 
liked to do, but she had heard that all the other girls at school permitted 
this and a lot more besides and she was anxious not to seem unsophisticated 
or childish about these things. 

Some nights, Richard's hands had roamed even farther than usual and she had 
told him to stop, knowing that this was definitely a violation of the strict 
moral virtues her family had been pounding into her for so many years. Her 
mother particularly was something of a fanatic as far as religion was 
concerned and had always made it a point to send her to church every Sunday, 
rain or shine, and had warned her repeatedly about 'impure acts' without 
ever giving her daughter a concrete idea of precisely what she meant by this 
vague term. 

Liquor was another evil thing as far as Jane's parents were concerned, and 
consequently the girl had never had too much to do with it until the night 
of the senior prom when she and Richard had very definitely had too much 
punch to drink. Afterwards, during their 'quiet chat' in the countryside, 
she had relaxed in the soft cushioned back seat of the big luxurious car, 
her head pleasantly spinning with whiskey, and allowed her boyfriend to 
excite her with long penetrating kisses and gradually unzip the back of her 
dress and unfasten the snap of her brassiere. She had told herself quite 
clearly that this was evil, but in actual fact, the thing had been too tight 
all evening and her heavy womanly breasts tumbled free of their restrictive 
confinement, making her sigh with real physical relief. 

Capitalizing on her drunken confusion, her eager young boyfriend had placed 
his hands directly on the naked tender skin of her heavily rounded breasts, 
massaging the tiny brown nipples until they became hard and turgid, 
something which had never happened to her before. Other strange things were 
going on at the same time, and Jane had shifted uneasily on the smooth 
fabric of the back seat, feeling an unfamiliar tingling sensation begin to 
build up in the base of her stomach, no, it was even lower than that, it was 
down in the area between her legs and the tingling was causing her hips to 
shake back and forth as if she were trying to scratch and unusually 
persistant itch. She had been innocently deciding that it was the punch 
which was causing these strange reactions, when Richard had further 
complicated matters by lowering his head abruptly and fastening his greedy 
lips over one swollenly trembling nipple which he began to suck. 

The sensation had been perfectly maddening, but the young girl had had no 
prior experience with this bold and direct kind of sexual excitement, and 
she was too alive to realize that she was becoming powerfully stimulated by 
all the depraved things her boyfriend was doing to her. She had tried to 
consider the matter logically, wondering how far she could afford to let him 
go before it would be necessary to tell him very sternly that he had to 
stop. 

But while she was pondering the matter, Richard had escalated the situation 
by slipping his hand directly up under her long skirt, pushing the dress far 
up over her cream-like white thighs. The dazzled young girl had been so 
occupied with what he was doing with the highly sensitive bud-like nipples 
on her breasts that she had hardly noticed this new intrusion at first. 
Richard had made the most of his opportunity, plunging his obscenely probing 
fingers all the way past the tops of her nylon stockings and running his 
finger lasciviously over the surface of her panties, applying a lewd 
pressure to the tingling 'vee' of her virginal pussy. 

"Oh no, Richard, please...." she had mumbled piteously, but the young 
athlete was now too powerfully aroused to remember his manners and he had 
pressed on with this indecent invasion, inserting his middle finger up 
underneath the elastic legband of her white cotton panties, and running it 
up into the soft moist pubic hair surrounding the tightly closed lips of her 
hitherto unpenetrated vagina. Accidentally, the tip of his marauding finger 
had then brushed against the tiny pink button of her clitoris and an 
electric shock had raced immediately through her sensitive inexperienced 
body, forcing a moan involuntarily from her lips. 

"Oh, my God," she had gasped, unable to believe that this was actually 
happening to a nice girl like her. "This is ... is what married people do, 
Richard! We mustn't!" 

But Richard had ignored her. His own knowledge of sex was limited to what he 
had heard in locker room discussions with the other male students, but he 
had realized that his girl was both fairly drunk and really stimulated, a 
situation worth pursuing. He had pushed harder, getting a few more fingers 
into the moist warm hair of her unresisting pussy and his middle finger had 
actually succeeded in penetrating past the quivering wet lips of her vagina. 
The obscenely impaled girl had wiggled desperately around on his hand, half 
wanting him to stop immediately, and half hoping he would go on like this 
forever, digging his sharp white teeth into the soft flaccid flesh of her 
breasts and stroking the glistening moistened nerve endings of her pulsating 
little clitoris with his finger until something happened to relieve the 
gnawing hungering sensation which was steadily building up inside of her 
trembling over excited young body. 

The next sound she had heard was the metallic rasp of a zipper being opened 
and with a shock, she had realized that Richard was undoing the front of his 
pants. She had studied about the male reproductive organ in biology class, 
and had a vague idea of how it was supposed to work, but naturally, she had 
never seen one before and somehow she had decided that this would all be 
less sinful if she did not see one now. 

She got her eyes closed just in time, but the lust-driven young athlete had 
had no intention of letting her off that easily. With his free arm, he had 
guided her shaking hand down to the hardness of his rigidly erected cock and 
wrapped her fingers firmly around the long heavy shaft. Jane's mind went 
into orbit. It had never occurred to her that a penis could be so large, so 
hard, so long! As she touched him, Richard had thrust his fingers even 
farther into her slowly expanding little vaginal hole, and for a moment, 
absolutely intensive pleasure had flooded her entire body, causing her 
instinctively to squeeze his penis. Without knowing exactly what she was 
doing or why, the young girl had begun to massage the thick leathery 
foreskin of his massive instrument, moving up and down firmly and forcing 
groan after groan to his lips. 

The sexual thrills had started bombarding her intensively now and her 
staggered, alcohol numbed mind had been too full of pleasure to allow for 
rational thought; without thinking, she had slowly allowed her thighs to 
separate, relaxing the muscles in her finely tapered legs to give him even 
greater access to the mysteries of her moistly palpitating vagina. Jane had 
not understood precisely what was happening at the time, but the orgiastic 
juices from deep inside her over stimulated body were starting to flow and 
she could feel the moisture seeping slowly down between her legs and into 
the narrowly twisted aside crotchband of her panties, wetting his hand and 
her dress beneath. 

Then, suddenly, Richard had lost control and tried to roll on top of her, 
slipping his knee in between her widely-spread legs and trying to thrust his 
lust-thickened cock into the narrow wet cuntal opening now occupied by his 
fingers. Instinctively, she had fought back, clawing at him like a cornered 
animal and twisting violently back and forth to avoid the menacing cudgel of 
his penis. 

He had succeeded in forcing the blunt, blood-engorged tip of his cock up 
beneath the elastic fibre of her panties when unexpectedly it had all 
happened. Groaning as if he had been wounded, the hard bodied athlete had 
collapsed on top of her writhing and twisting young body and she had felt a 
steaming jet of hot sticky fluid spray into the warm tangle of her 
unprotected pubic hair, drenching the open vulnerable lips of her cunt and 
dripping obscenely down onto her dress. 

And that had been the end of it. As if he were angry at something, Richard 
had pulled himself away from her, mumbling something about a 'cock teaser,' 
rapidly adjusting his clothing and peering apprehensively out the window to 
make sure they had not been observed. Whimpering with fear and unhappiness, 
Jane had used the hankie in her purse to wipe away the warm pungent cum from 
her nakedly exposed skin, and then struggled back into the confinement of 
her brassiere. 

As soon as she was decent, Richard had hurled himself into the front seat 
and driven her rapidly home without saying another word. A few minutes 
later, she had found herself alone on the sidewalk in front of her house, 
wondering what all of his could possibly have meant. 

* * * 

"Oh, were you sleeping?" 

"Uh? ... Oh, I guess I was just daydreaming," Jane stammered, blushing up to 
her ear lobes, as if the young ex-soldier next to her had somehow been able 
to read her mind. 

"I just asked you if you'd done much traveling before," Dan continued, 
wondering what had brought on her sudden embarrassment and trying to get the 
conversation rolling again. By a stroke of sheer good fortune, he had found 
this gorgeous creature before the other men on campus had laid eyes on her, 
and he wanted to capitalize on his advantage while it lasted. Naturally he 
realized that this was not the kind of gal he could expect to take to bed 
after the first date. She looked distinctly on the innocent side, possibly 
even-horror of horrors-a virgin, and it would take a little of the flowers 
and candy treatment to bring her around. But unless this were a very 
exceptional campus, she was going to be the best looking woman at the 
university, and Dan knew he had to cement their relationship while he could. 

"Yes," Jane finally got her wits together enough to answer his question. 
"Daddy and Mommy took me to Paris two years ago and Venice the year before 
that. But I really haven't seen too much of the United States. Have you 
traveled a lot?" 

"Oh, I've knocked around the States enough," admitted Dan casually, making 
an effort to sound like a sophisticated man of the world. "And while I was 
stationed in Viet Nam, I got to see Hong Kong and spend a couple of days in 
Australia...." 

"Oh, Viet Nam! How terrible! My daddy thinks the war is a good idea, but if 
you ask me, it's just miserable. You must have been very lonesome there." 

Dan had no particular desire to tell war stories, his memories of the Orient 
being too fresh and too unpleasant to make for a good conversation. 

"Well, I met a lot of good friends over there, but for female companionship, 
we were up a creek. The officers picked up all the Western girls and the 
troops had to make do with the pros." 

"What's a pro?" 

Dan looked at her for a moment to make sure she was not kidding him, but 
quickly realized that the girl was even more innocent than he had imagined. 

"Prostitute," he explained nonchalantly. "Some of them had learned quite a 
lot of English in bed and I met one or two who had first class minds, as 
well as pretty interesting bodies." 

"Oh, prostitutes," whispered Jane, shocked that such a nice young man would 
lower himself to associated with such terrible people, and feeling her blush 
return at the same time. "I've heard my father talking about them, although 
naturally we don't have any in my home town. He saw one once in New York 
city." 

"Was she any good?" 

"Oh no, I don't mean that he ... you know ... went with her or anything. He 
just saw her on the street," stumbled Jane, now more embarrassed than ever, 
but not wanting to appear like an unsophisticated hick in front of this 
obviously experienced young man. "Weren't you afraid ... you know ... of 
getting some kind of a disease ... by uh, spending your time with those 
girls?" 

"Honey, you don't get syph from spending time with prostitutes, you get it 
by making love to them, and I did, but thanks to the wonders of pencillin, I 
was out of the woods in no time at all." 

Jane was a little startled at the idea of sitting next to a man who had 
actually been in bed with a Vietnamese prostitute and suddenly she gazed at 
him and found herself imagining what he looked like naked, wondering if his 
'thing' was as big as Richard's monstrous penis that she had held in her 
hand that night. She was instantly ashamed of this obscene thought and could 
feel her face turning the color of a fire truck. 

"Hey, you look pretty when you blush," Dan kidded her. "If talking about 
prostitutes embarrasses you, we could talk about something else." 

Now he's treating me like a child, Jane thought, angry at herself for having 
revealed her innocence. 

"No, not in the slightest," she replied, giving him a little of her 
finishing school voice. "I assure you that I am quite sophisticated about 
these things. In fact, my friends all know how hard it is to shock me." 

"Really," responded the ex-trooper, immediately deciding to pick up the 
challenge and knowing that some girls got turned on by a little rough talk. 
"I would say just from looking at you that you're a typical small town 
virgin." 

"Why, how dare you say a thing like that!" she hissed at him, dreadfully 
afraid that the other passengers would overhear this lurid conversation. 

"Well, are you?" 

"Oh ... I'm not sure ... I mean, No! No, I mean Yes!" she babbled, realizing 
that she was making a perfect fool of herself. In actual fact, Jane was not 
toally sure in her own mind whether she could truthfully claim to be a 
virgin or not. The night of the 'incident' with Richard, he had been digging 
his fingers cruelly into her unused little cunt, and even though he had 
never quite succeeded in penetrating her with his rigid lust-hardened penis, 
there had been traces of blood on her legs when she had inspected herself in 
the bathroom that night, and she had been worrying ever since that he might 
have pierced the thin delicate membrane of her hymen with his cruelly 
invading fingers. 

"Now, would you like to explain what all that was supposed to mean," Dan 
laughed, unable to believe that anyone as good looking and sexually 
desirable as Jane could possibly be uncertain about the exact status of her 
virginity. 

"I've done a great deal of horseback riding," the embarrassed girl 
explained, avoiding his eyes and pulling away from him in the seat, having 
remembered just in time that girls who rode a lot sometimes lost their 
virginity naturally that way. "And anyway, I don't see how my virginity is 
any of your business!" 

"No, I suppose it isn't honey, and I'm sorry if I pissed you ... I mean, if 
I offended you, but you know, the fact is, I'm a little worried about you." 

"I see no reason why you should be! An hour's conversation doesn't make me 
your pirl friend!" 

"I guess it doesn't, although I hope you'll give me the chance to work on 
that as well," Dan continued, looking at her seriously. "No, what worries me 
is the fact that you look a little innocent to be wandering around New 
Orleans alone. This is a big bad city, honey." 

"Are you suggesting I'm not capable of looking after myself? 

"Yeah, more or less," Dan admitted, lighting a cigarette and offering her 
one. The girl hesitated, then accepted his peace offering, leaning forward 
to allow him to light it for her. "Now, for example, if a guy offered you a 
cigarette and it was rolled by hand, would you take it?" 

Jane considered. Her parents disapproved of her smoking, but they did it 
themselves and the girl had learned to enjoy an occasional puff. 

"Yes, I suppose I would, if he were a nice boy who didn't keep asking me 
about my virginity. What difference does it make how it was rolled?" 

"Jane, honey, have you ever learned about marijuana?" 

"Of course! That's the drug hippies use and I hear it's harmless." 

"Well, maybe it is and maybe it isn't," Dan replied slowly. "The point is 
that it does funny things to your head. Now a guy who finds a chick as naive 
as you are is liable to slip you one and then try some funny stuff." 

"Not a chance. I never go around with hippies." 

"Okay, okay, have it your way," he finally conceded, seeing that further 
argument was useless. "But look, at least let me give you a telephone number 
in New Orleans where I can be reached. I'm staying near the campus at a 
friend's place and if you run into difficulties, you can give me a call and 
I'll come running." 

"Just like the Texas Rangers!" retorted Jane sarcastically. "I assure you 
I'll be quite all right. There's nothing to be afraid of in a place like New 
Orleans." 

But Dan jotted a telephone number on a slip of paper and stuffed it into her 
purse anyway. Too bad, he thought dejectedly. I always manage to put my foot 
in my mouth one way or another. She's built like a million dollars and that 
face would win beauty contests all by itself, but she hasn't learned which 
end is up yet and that's going to land her in trouble before long! 

The two new freshmen chatted occasionally for the remainder of the trip, but 
the fun had gone out of their conversation somehow. It was night when they 
reached the train terminal in New Orleans, a dingy unpleasant place full of 
bums and suspicious looking characters lounging around on benches with 
apparently nothing to do. Dan took one look at the scene and found his 
worries immediately returning. Why the hell had she worn that miniskirt? 
Those long sleekly tapered legs would attract attention from every man in 
the station and somebody was dead sure to try something with her if she 
started walking around alone. 

"Where are you staying tonight?" he asked, with an attempt at sounding 
casual. 

"Oh, I'll be going right over to the university woman's dormitory," Jane 
assured him brightly. "Were you planning on calling to see whether I brushed 
my teeth before going to bed?" 

"You'd better learn to read more accurately," he snapped. "It says in the 
catalog that the dorms don't open until the twentieth of the month, which is 
two days from now. What do you plan to do in the meantime?" 

Jane was thunderstruck. It had never occurred to her that there would not be 
a warm cozy bed waiting for her at the university as soon as she arrived. 

"In that case, I'll check into a hotel," she stammered, caught a little off 
guard. 

"Look, why don't you let me take you over to my friend's pad. He and his 
girlfriend live in a big place on the edge of the campus and you can sleep 
in the bed they were saving for me. I can flop on the couch and...." 

"Oh, no you don't," Jane reacted immediately. "That's exactly the sort of 
thing my parents warned me about." 

"I'm glad they warned you about something," muttered the ex-soldier, but he 
said no more and helped the girl get her luggage down off the rack, watching 
the neat, smoothly rounded half-moons of her buttocks as he followed her off 
the train. As he placed the bags on the ground next to the track, having 
momentarily lost sight of Jane in the crowd, a small, seedy looking man in a 
weather beaten wrinkled suit approached with a sly lecherous grin. 

"Hey buddy, like a girl for the night?" the stranger mumbled, looking 
furtively around him. "Your choice of the hottest babes in town!" 

For a moment, Dan was tempted. It had been a long hot journey and talking to 
the voluptuous young coed had excited him considerably. But he rejected the 
idea anyway. For one thing, he had already decided that he was through with 
paying for it; secondly it would be a little sad to screw some tired old bag 
after he had been excited by someone as attractive as Jane. 

"No ... no thanks, not tonight." 

"In case you change your mind, address is 22 Peurgeot Avenue. Jest ask for 
Maxine. We get all the college crowd out there." 

Dan nodded and forgot the address almost as soon as the little pimp 
disappeared from sight. Then he turned and found Jane at his elbow. 

"Well, see you around the campus, as they say," she smiled at him, offering 
her hand. 

"Yeah, see you in Biology IA. Remember, you promised to sit next to me. Hey, 
there's a cab for you!" 

* * * 

What a stroke of good fortune, Jane congratulated herself as she stepped 
into the back seat of the taxi. If I hadn't overheard that man giving Dan 
the address of a hotel where all the college kids go, I don't know what I'd 
have done. 

"Where to, Miss?" inquired the taxi driver, greedily eyeing her 
lust-inciting figure through the rear view mirror. 

"Maxine's," she told him brightly. "22 Peurgeot Avenue." 

The taxi driver's jaw dropped open, but he wisely decided to say nothing. 
About time these college girls stopped giving it away for free, he thought 
savagely, and the cab roared off into the night. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

One expects a woman who makes a career of running a brothel to look at least 
a little like a madam, but in fact, Maxine presented the appearance of being 
someone's grandmother rather than anything as sinister as the proprietress 
of a house of ill repute. As she sat talking with Travis, her combination 
bouncer and business manager, she looked positively saintly, her gentle 
white hair well combed and her slightly spreading matronly figure neatly 
covered by a sober black dress. 

Travis, on the other hand, looked exactly like what he was: a man with a 
long criminal past who had spent most of the forty five years of his life 
pursuing all the vices of mankind and inventing a few of his own along the 
way. Enormously powerful, he towered at least a foot over the head of his 
dainty female boss, but seemed to respect her at least as an equal. With 
black busy eyebrows and a sports shirt left open in front to display his 
rippling chest muscles, Travis looked about as mean as he was. 

"It's this immorality," he was complaining. "Why don't the churches get on 
the job and teach the people the difference between right and wrong?" 

"Oh, it's a new age, Travis," agreed the pleasant looking old woman. "In the 
good old days, when a man needed some real fun in the sack, he had to come 
to us, because unmarried girls didn't do certain things and proper wives 
didn't behave like whores in bed with their husbands. But it's all changed, 
Travis. Nowadays, these kids have their first period and they head for a 
drug store to buy a bottle of birth control pills. And these wives! They sit 
around reading books on how to entertain a man in bed. No wonder the boys 
don't come to see us anymore. They're getting all the actions they can 
handle at home!" 

"It's disgraceful," asserted Travis as Maxine nodded in agreement. "Morals 
are shot to hell. And these college girls are the worst of all." 

"Ah, remember the good old days," reminisced the older woman nostalgically. 
"Remember Travis, on a Saturday night, how we used to get professors, 
important businessmen, real cultured people. Why I can recall when I 
wouldn't open the door to anyone who wasn't wearing a tie." 

Travis leaned forward to pour another dash of whiskey into Maxine's teacup 
and then tilted the bottle back to take a long swig himself. 

"Nowadays, we get nuttin' but perverts," he grumbled. "Them freaky guys with 
whips and chains and bullshit like that. And most of 'em are more ignorant 
than me, and that's sayin' something." 

"Well, our girls are getting older," observed the white-haired woman. "That 
makes a difference too. Frenchie's been with us for fifteen years now and. 
Dulcie and Jessica over ten. Most men like something young and a little 
fresh, I'm afraid." 

"And unwilling! Maxine, I'll tell you something, free sex is so available 
these days that a lot of guys only get turned on if they can take a gal who 
doesn't wanna. Maybe we could get one of the broads to pretend she's a white 
slave captive, or something." 

The doorbell rang unexpectedly and the two jaded merchants of human flesh 
looked up at each other in surprise. 

"That couldn't be a customer," commented Maxine dubiously. "Are any of the 
girls sober enough to work?" 

"Yeah, but if they ain't, I'll send the John in to you," joked Travis, 
moving his massive body toward the door. 

"Good evening, Sir," came Jane Holloway's light refined voice. "Is this 
Maxine's?" 

For a second, the burly bouncer simply struggled to find his voice, his 
widened eyes roaming lustfully over the girl's splendidly formed young body. 
Finally, his mind boggling at the sight of her, he managed to croak out an 
answer. 

"Might be. What can we do for you?" 

"I'd like a room for the night," explained the girl brightly. "I heard that 
all the university crowd comes here." 

Travis could not be considered an intelligent man by any means, but four 
decades in the underworld had made him as crafty and cunning as a forest 
animal. After a moment's hesitation, he understood that some kind of mistake 
was happening before his very eyes, and an instant later his mind was at 
work, planning ways he could turn the situation to some devious advantage. 

"Why of course, Miss," he responded, stepping quickly outside to pick up the 
girl's two bulging suitcases. "Most, of the cultured folks in New Orleans 
come here 'cause our atmosphere is kinda extra refined. Would you step this 
way, please?" 

Travis led the tall lithe blonde into the lobby, hoping desperately that one 
of the whores would not take it into her mind to wander into the room half 
naked just at that point. 

"Who is it, Travis?" called Maxine from her office, her voice sounding sweet 
and grandmotherly as always. "Is it a John?" 

Jane was frankly happy to hear a woman's voice because this ferocious 
looking man was frightening the daylights out of her. Of course he was 
obviously nothing more than a respectable hotel keeper, but he looked to her 
like a cross between a sex maniac and a gorilla, combining the worst 
features of both. 

"No, Ma'am," Travis answered. "John called to say that he couldn't come this 
evening. It's a young lady from the university who needs a room for the 
night." 

"Who...?" muttered the brothel keeper, coming to the door with her teacup in 
hand, but Travis sent her a warning glance before she could give the game 
away. 

"Oh ... well, glad to have you, Miss," she said, her experienced eye 
skipping rapidly over Jane's voluptuously curved figure and the finely 
tapered legs only partially concealed by her inadequate miniskirt. "I think 
you'll find our ... uh ... accommodations modest but comfortable. 

"Oh, I'm sure I will," answered Jane, looking a little dubious as she 
surveyed the worn furniture and cobwebs on the ceiling. Oh, it's all right, 
she was trying to reassure herself. I'm going to have to get used to 
roughing it if I expect to live on my budget. "Are there some other students 
staying here tonight?" 

"Oh, the place is almost full," Travis assured her, winking covertly at 
Maxine. "Only they are all upstairs studying their Greek. You'll see 'em 
later on." 

"Why don't we let the young lady relax on the couch for a moment, Mr. 
Travis?" suggested Maxine craftily, giving her assistant a glare. "While you 
and I decide which room is most suitable." 

Jane seated herself uncertainly on the soiled sofa while the bouncer 
followed his boss into the main office, bracing himself for the bawling out 
he knew he was due to receive. 

"And what on earth do you think you're doing!" she hissed at him the moment 
they were alone. 

"Now calm down, Maxine," the big brute answered her. "I ain't doing 
nutting'. At least we kin make a couple of bucks by renting a room for the 
night. An' I got a couple of ideas, but I gotta do some thinkin' first." 

"Travis, that little broad has got class written all over her," snapped the 
whore house owner. "We mess around with her and we could have troubles with 
the law." 

"And who knows she's here?" countered the bouncer. "Nobody! Maxine, just 
leave everything to me." 

And without waiting for permission, the bulky muscular man wheeled quickly 
out of the office before the older woman could think of any further 
objections. 

"Right this way, young lady," Travis boomed, sweeping her bags up off the 
floor as if they were filled with feathers and then barging up a narrow, 
poorly lit flight of stairs. Jane followed, some of her fears returning as 
they left the sanctuary of the living room and the reassuring presence of 
the kindly white-haired woman. 

Travis knew precisely where he was headed and he moved as fast as his legs 
would carry him, still fearful that one of his whores would choose precisely 
this moment to leave her room and ruin his charade. Fortunately for his evil 
intentions, however, he managed to sneak his unsuspecting victim into the 
'special' room at the end of the corridor before she could see any evidence 
that this was not just another run down hotel. The room was 'special', since 
Maxine had had it specially built many years before, putting in sound 
proofing and a two-way mirror for patrons with rather peculiar tastes. In 
this room, a whore and her customer could make as much noise as they pleased 
without fear of being overheard. And to double the fun, others could watch 
without being seen themselves from a hidden compartment concealed behind the 
mirror. Many a sordid orgy had been staged in the 'special' room, and Travis 
was hoping that he could arrange at least one more. 

"I think this will be real comfy, Miss," he announced, switching on a light 
and gesturing around the room. 

Actually, Jane was pleasantly surprised. The rest of the hotel had seemed 
rather grimy, but this room was quite neat and pleasant. The bed was double 
and looked soft and inviting and the bathroom was surprisingly clean. 

"I think this will do very nicely," she informed Travis with a smile. 
"There's more than enough room for me here." The inexperienced young girl 
was unsure whether she should offer the man a tip as she had seen her father 
do during their travels, but in any event, Travis did not seem immediately 
disposed to leave her alone, instead seating himself comfortably on a chair. 

"Yes, this is our nicest room, I think," he commented, his deep gravelly 
voice resounding unnaturally in the soundproof room. "Most of the boys and 
girls from the college stay here at one time or another. A lot of 'em come 
to me for advice about their studies." 

Jane found this difficult to believe, since Travis did not sound precisely 
like a man of profound learning, but she supposed that he had acquired a 
certain amount of rough wisdom in his life, and it was refreshing to know 
that he was concerned about the welfare of young people. It just goes to 
show you how people can't be judged by external appearances, she reminded 
herself, sitting down on the bed and crossing her legs. 

"Would you care for a cigarette?" offered the man, extending a pack in her 
direction. Jane nodded, deciding that a smoke would relax her before sleep 
and put it between her lips as Travis leaned forward with a match. The taste 
was strong and strange, unlike anything else she had ever smoked, and her 
eyes widened with surprise as she observed that the cigarette was hand 
rolled and remembered what Dan Wollinski had said on the train. 

The bouncer followed her glance, his agile mind immediately ready with an 
explanation. 

"Ya like 'em?" he said solicitously. "They're a special brand made by hand 
in Turkey. I got to like 'em when I was over there a few years back, working 
for the government." 

"Oh, how fascinating it must have been!" answered the naive girl with a sigh 
of relief. The moment she had seen that the cigarette was manufactured by 
hand, she had immediately recalled Dan's warnings about marijuana, that drug 
that made you do silly things. But it was clear by now that Mr. Travis was 
not that kind of person and he was hardly the hippie type. And naturally, 
the kindly old woman downstairs would hardly permit any such goings on in 
her hotel. 

"Ya like the taste?" asked Travis, inhaling deeply on his own cigarette and 
then blowing out a cloud of smoke into the room. 

"Yes, it's different, but I rather enjoy it," Jane answered truthfully, 
starting to wish that he would go so that she could get her clothing off and 
relax. As if he were reading her mind, the big man rose to his feet, smiled 
at her in a friendly innocent fashion and reopened his cigarette box. 

"Well, I'll be on my way and let you have your beauty sleep," he announced. 
"I see ya like my Turkish cigarettes, so I'll leave a couple ' more." Before 
she could say no, he dropped two more cigarettes on the night stand next to 
the bed and made his exit. 

A very kind man, thought Jane dreamily, as she took another long drag on the 
cigarette, and felt a relaxing blissful sensation start to creep over her 
tired body. Taking another puff, she stretched languidly and then stood up 
to get undressed. 

* * * 

Travis kept the hinges on the compartment door well oiled and there was not 
a sound as he swung it open and stepped quickly inside. The two-way mirror 
was clear and the big man settled contentedly on a stool to watch the young 
blonde girl leisurely strip off her clothing, stopping every minute or so to 
take a deep drag on his 'Turkish' cigarette. To his enormous disappointment, 
Jane's back was turned towards him as she undressed and headed into the 
bathroom. There was the sound of water running and a moment later she 
emerged, wearing only a flimsy translucent nightie which more or less 
covered her firmly sensuous body from the tops of her heavily swelling, 
tantalizing breasts down to the fullness of her cream-white thighs. 

Travis smiled evilly as he saw her climb up on the big double bed and light 
up the second cigarette, and he observed happily that a blank faraway look 
was drifting into the girl's blue eyes as the mind killing marijuana 
filtered into her bloodstream and began to affect her brain. Squirming down 
into a comfortable position, the deceived young coed allowed her body to 
fall back tiredly against the pillow and the short lace nightie snaked its 
way up over the soft brown triangular 'vee' of pussy hair in her groin, 
exciting Travis enormously as he viewed the thin pink hair-lined slit 
running between her slightly parted thighs. 

But there was much, much more to look at, and the bouncer's eyes hungrily 
traced the smoothly flowing contours of her hips up to the gently heaving 
outlines of her large pendulous breasts inadequately concealed by the frail 
flimsy fabric of her nightie. Jane's breasts were unusually high-set and 
closely spaced, and the nipples protruded slightly, making Travis' cock stir 
anxiously in his pants with excitement and anticipation. 

The hardened criminal had waited a long time for an opportunity like this! 
He hated these college girls anyway, hated them for being beautiful and 
young and free when he was mean looking, ageing and hunted by the police. He 
hated them because they gave their splendid lust-arousing bodies away to 
their hairy young boyfriends and not to him, and worst of all, they did it 
for free and college boys did not need to come to whore houses anymore, thus 
ruining his business. 

But now his mouth was positively watering with the prospect of getting his 
teeth into the delicate little nipple-buds of the voluptuous kid who'd 
walked right into his trap, and biting them until she moaned in agony. He 
wanted to run his hard murderous hands lustfully over that pure young body, 
churning her up into a seething, writhing mass of over stimulated female 
flesh, and watching with sadistic delight as she pleaded for mercy beneath 
him. In his long lusty career, he had known many women, most of them whores 
or other criminals but nothing anywhere near as sweet and delectable as this 
young thing was going to be! 

It would only be another few minutes. Those cigarettes were loaded with the 
most potent marijuana money could buy, which had then been treated with an 
opium base for extra kick. An inexperienced girl like this would be out cold 
in a matter of minutes, and then he could make his move. But the time seemed 
to pass slowly. Travis would not have believed it possible, but the girl was 
actually puffing her way placidly through the second cigarette already 
having absorbed enough of the vicious drug to stone an elephant. 

But eventually the marijuana had its inevitable effect. Jane's eyes were 
still half open but her loose-jointed posture on the bed with arms 
outstretched and legs spread wildly apart told him clearly that he could now 
do whatever he wanted with her. Moving with cat-like caution, Travis let 
himself out of the hidden double mirror compartment and slipped through the 
corridor and into Jane's room. Standing silently at the foot of the bed, the 
brothel's bouncer gazed sadistically down at the helplessly drugged young 
female before him. She had passed out too quickly to have switched off the 
bedside lamp and in the soft light Travis viewed the interior flesh of her 
white tender thighs, gleaming seductively. Almost panting with lust, he 
feasted his bulging eyes on the softly curling golden hairs surrounding the 
vulnerable but tightly clasped lips of her unused little vagina, imagining 
the pleasures which were shortly to be his. 

Travis, old boy, he addressed himself, this is going to be the best fucking 
of your life! You've never had anything quite like this before! From his 
vast criminal experience, Travis knew that a drugged woman could still react 
quite normally when a man was fucking into her, despite the fact that the 
victim was incapable of resisting or even understanding clearly what was 
happening to her. And in the morning, the whole sordid experience would seem 
to have been nothing more than a bad dream. 

Except he added to himself, in the morning she'll have a belly full of 
Travis cum. What a gas it would be if she got pregnant! That would be 
something to try to explain to the doctor! 

The erotic tension of the situation was goading the man's penis into a 
turgid state of lustfully quivering rigidity as he circled hungrily around 
the bed, reassuring himself that she was really out cold. Feeling the heavy 
blood-engorged head of his penis aching with urgent desire, he adjusted his 
pants to ease the pressure, noticing that tiny droplets of sticky seminal 
fluid were already oozing from the delicate swollen gland at the end, and he 
finally decided to make himself completely comfortable and open his fly. 

He stood next to the bed, looking down with a deep sense of criminal 
satisfaction at the helpless young beauty who lay unconscious before him, 
carefully stimulating himself even more by massaging the thick leathery 
foreskin back and forth over the long menacing shaft of his penis. What he 
held in his hand was all the 'culture' a real man needed in this rough lusty 
city he told himself, and once he had jammed it all the way up inside that 
innocent young cunt, her elegant finishing school accent would make no 
difference at all. She would moan and cry out just like any other tortured 
female, and a woman lying on her back with her thighs spread apart was no 
different from any other woman, educated or not. 

Now, confident that he could do precisely what he wanted, this tough cruel 
whoremaster quickly dropped his clothing on the floor, fully exposing his 
hard turgid member which stuck out frighteningly from his groin like the gun 
on a battleship. As an afterthought, he locked the door securely from the 
inside, just in case Maxine started to get curious about what he was up to 
and decided to barge in on him. 

Now everything was ready and he hovered over the big double bed, almost too 
excited to touch the obscenely sprawled girl for fear he would explode on 
the spot, spewing steaming hot spurts of milk-white cum all over her half 
naked young body. There was a whole exciting range of perverse and sordid 
possibilities available to him, so much to choose from that for a moment, 
the big man could not decide where to begin. He could simply stand there and 
continue to caress himself until he sent his sperm flying all over her lush 
soft breasts, the safest course, since this way there was not a chance in 
the world that she would ever realize what had happened to her. But the full 
bodied sensuous young woman seemed too far gone now to be aware of anything, 
and Travis wanted more than something to look at. 

Yes, there were other choices, and he experimented mentally a little, 
wanting to choose the precise perversion which best suited his depraved mood 
at the moment. Those half opened ruby lips were attracting his attention now 
and he knelt cautiously on the bed next to her flowing blonde mane of long 
soft hair, moving his nakedly glistening body into position until the tip of 
his fully erected penis wavered only inches from her dimpled chin. He knew 
he was taking a chance on cumming before he wanted to, but the temptation 
was too great to be resisted. Thrusting his hips gently in the direction of 
her face, he rested the hard, thickly ridged underside of his cock directly 
in the valley formed by her two red lips, wiggling lasciviously back and 
forth as he toyed with her unsuspecting mouth. The lewd viscous pre-cum was 
still oozing slowly from his turgid gland, and her lips quickly became moist 
and lubricated as he slid his lust-bloated rod of flesh cautiously back and 
forth against them. The blonde girl moaned slightly in her restless sleep, 
and Travis delighted as he felt the heated air from her nostrils flowing 
gently over the surface of his turgid cock. 

Goddamn, he thought in a mounting passion, it would be great to take her 
right now in the mouth! But he was not toally confident that the whole 
business could really be managed with an unconscious girl, and so he 
contented himself with experimenting a little farther with another lewd 
game. After all, he had not yet seen her really naked! 

Moving slowly, he reached down with his one free hand and took hold of the 
hem of Jane's flimsy white nightie, tugging it carefully uppast the tender 
expanse of her belly and over the mountainous twin mounds of her heavy 
flaccid breasts until he could see every inch of her nakedly splendid young 
body. Nothing that had happened to Travis in his entire life had excited him 
as much as this girl at this moment. 

And she was all his! He could do whatever he wanted with the girl because he 
could clearly see that she was beyond defending herself! 

But Travis was not quite correct in his assessment of the situation. True, 
Jane was a long way from being in full possession of her mental facilities, 
but she was floating in a dream world somewhere between reality and slumber, 
not fully unconscious nor fully conscious. The marijuana had thoroughly 
warped her brain, playing tricks and games on her, and even in her dreams 
she realized she was somehow in bed with a man. Sometimes it was her old 
boyfriend, Richard, but at other times it seemed to be the young man she had 
encountered on the train, Dan. For some reason she did not clearly 
comprehend, it was perfectly all right for them to be in bed together and 
everything which had been forbidden in the past was now allowed. 

"It's okay," she murmured sleepily, momentarily upsetting Travis. "Dan...." 
and her voice trailed off again as she drifted to a lower level of 
consciousness. It was a strange floating sensation and Jane somehow felt 
toally happy and comfortable. She was aware that her own lush, 
desire-arousing body was almost toally naked before this man, but for some 
peculiar reason none of this really bothered her. Her flesh was tingling 
like never before and she felt superbly drowsy and alive all at the same 
time. 

There were hands on her bare, unprotected breasts but she was convinced that 
they were friendly hands and there was no reason to be afraid. A strange 
aching feeling was creeping slowly through her veins and the doped-up girl 
vaguely realized that she wanted something badly, but could not clearly 
decide what it was. 

"Sorry I was mean ... on the train ... Dan," she whispered, half opening one 
eye and uselessly trying to focus on the bleary indistinct figure on the bed 
with her. There was a faintly pleasant buzzing sensation in her head which 
successfully blotted out any attempts at rational thought. 

Ah, she thinks I'm somebody else, Travis laughed cruelly to himself. So much 
the better. So she was mean to Dan on the train, eh? Well I'll just take 
some revenge on Dan's behalf and he'll never be the worse for it! 

As he mumbled mercilessly to himself, the sadist permitted his hands to roam 
lewdly over the maiden's helplessly vulnerable body, tweaking each of her 
tender brown little nipples into an excruciating state of hardness and 
grinning cruelly to himself as he watched them both pop obediently to life. 
Not satisfied by a long shot, he maneuvered around on all fours above her, 
massaging the softly yielding flesh of her belly with his hard muscular 
hands and then exploring down into the moist brown triangle of her pubic 
hair guarding the entrance to the ripe fleshy folds of her cunt. 

Jane writhed with unconscious pleasure as his fingers brushed over sensation 
packed nerve endings in her tingling little clitoris, and Travis knew that 
he was finally starting to get to her in a big way. 

Enough of this horsing around, he instructed himself. Let's get down to some 
serious business! And he crawled purposefully back down over her milk-white 
body and began pushing her relaxed and unresisting thighs gently apart, his 
eyes trained on the hair-covered 'vee' of her naked little pussy. The girl's 
lithe and lust inspiring form was now moving incessantly as his persistent 
pokes and prods aroused her more and more by the minute, and Travis grinned 
as he wormed his lewdly prying fingers through the rounded cream-like 
spheres of her buttocks and tormented the soft red hair-lined lips of her 
unused, inexperienced young vagina. 

Her mind still wandering in the drugged mists of semi-consciousness, and her 
eyes still lightly closed, Jane was too stoned to wonder at the strangely 
powerful new emotions being provoked inside herself. All she wanted now was 
to give herself body and soul to this mysterious, faceless, nameless figure 
who hovered over her, and she rejoiced as she felt his harsh sweating palms 
against the delicate softness of her inner thighs pushing her legs farther 
and farther apart and opening her up to him like a flower. 

The man's head descended slowly toward her gently trembling thighs and 
Jane's body jerked convulsively as his lips invaded the privacy of her pubic 
mound. His hotly slavering tongue speared forward like a lizard in flight as 
the brutal molester planted a noisy wet kiss on the palpitating flanges of 
her slowly opening cunt. 

"Ohhhhhh," she groaned piteously, and Travis shot a worried look up over her 
heaving white breasts to her face, but the girl was still not conscious of 
precisely what was happening to her. Jane's hands crept down to her 
high-set, sensuous breasts and her fingers unconsciously continued to stroke 
the thickly swollen nipples, keeping them hard and erect while the big burly 
man burrowed in between her widely spread legs, his lips lapping away 
hungrily at the moist pink furrow of her loins as if he had completely lost 
his mind. 

The criminally aroused girl began to thrash her head wildly from side to 
side, her hips jerking convulsively as his hotly searing tongue traced a 
lewd path up and down the full length of her narrow wet cuntal slit, 
occasionally forcing its depraved way into the elastic-rimmed opening of her 
palpitating little vagina. Then, farther down, the conscienceless man paused 
a moment to pay his lewd respects to the small circular opening of her 
pinkly clasping anus, bringing a special kind of agonized groan to her lips. 

Travis was amazed at the speed with which this strange young blonde was 
becoming excited. She was obviously not a girl with a great deal of 
experience in bed, a fact he could easily deduce from the tightness of her 
vagina, but she was becoming more erotically aroused by the moment, and he 
realized that she was one of those women who are red-hot for sex without 
ever consciously realizing it. Once the marijuana had blunted the fine edge 
of her prudish morality, she became one hot little bitch and there were no 
two ways about it! 

Nor had he ever expected to have a little fireball like this at his complete 
disposal. As he nosed his way through the sweet smelling little triangle of 
golden pussy hair for another merciless tongue-thrust up into the moist 
sanctuary of her defenseless vagina, he felt the orgiastic fluids from deep 
inside her lust-racked body starting to flow and realized that she was 
enjoying this as much as he was, unconscious or not. And she was too excited 
and too doped up to fight off anything he did to her now. The sky was the 
limit as far as this chick was concerned! 

Her hands snaked down into his thick, black hair, and Travis felt the 
drugged young coed forcing his face even farther into the rapidly moistening 
mysteries of her freely flowing body as she groaned almost incessantly under 
the vicious tongue-lashing he was giving her. As he stuck his tongue 
directly into her tiny clasping pussy-hole, the man delightedly felt the 
smooth inner walls of her cunt contract with a definite sucking motion as if 
she wanted to seize it and drag it up inside of her. At the same time, the 
girl's long, finely tapered legs began to get into the act, slipping 
dexterously up around his neck and taking him prisoner as if she wanted to 
hold him there between her silk-soft thighs forever. 

Every fibre in Jane's body seemed to be burning with some slow all-consuming 
flame and each time the wildly sucking man tongue-fucked into her, the 
muscles in her thighs reacted and her hips thrust back up against his face. 
Her legs splayed apart even farther, instinctively giving him the greatest 
possible access to the most private part of her body, and Travis played it 
for all it was worth. At last! He could not take another moment's delay. He 
had to have her, and now. 

Breaking free of the death grip of her thighs, he slithered his eagerly 
tensed body up over hers, pausing only to bob his head down and nip 
teasingly at the flaccid yielding flesh around each turgid nipple until she 
groaned half-consciously for mercy. His long unsheathed dagger of male flesh 
moved in for the kill, and with one abrupt forward flicker of his hips, he 
brought the fat, blood-engorged tip of his cock into immediate contact with 
the openly quivering lips of her well-moistened cunt. Her thighs were spread 
as wide as humanly possible and the little wet furrow of her vagina seemed 
to be begging for it. 

Travis could hardly suppress an unfeeling snicker as he contemplated what 
the deceived young coed would think the following morning when she surveyed 
her ravaged body in the mirror and wondered what on earth could possibly 
have happened to her. He would love to be there to see it, and in fact, he 
could be, thanks to the concealed compartment and the two-way mirror. 

Jane's mind by this time was more fogged and confused than ever. She had no 
idea what was happening to her and she only knew that there was a terrible 
longing emptiness at the base of her stomach, a void which screamed to be 
filled at any cost. Her firmly rounded buttocks were grinding back and forth 
as if a steady stream of electric current were passing through it, and 
Travis had to struggle with her wildly contorting body just to hold her down 
on the bed. Then, reaching down between their tensely straining bodies with 
his hand, he guided the quivering shaft of his massively swollen cock 
directly into the target, running it up through the narrow valley of her 
buttocks and then posing it right at the eagerly seeping entrance to her 
vagina. 

Jane felt him push, testing the elastic-rimmed tightness of her warmly 
throbbing little vagina. The man was big and his bludgeoning rod of flesh 
was too thick for the narrow aperture. Travis knew that he was going to have 
to fight his way in, but the sound proofed walls of the room would prevent 
her screams from being heard on the street. Taking a deep breath and 
steadying himself on all fours, he shoved forward up between her trembling 
milk-white thighs. 

"Noooooh!" she screamed out as the man's lust-inflated cock forced its way 
past the tightly unwilling cuntal ring and buried its massive throbbing tip 
just inside the fragile fleshy walls of her cruelly stretched vagina. 
"Aaaaggggghhh!!!" 

But there was no turning back for Travis now, and a little screaming did not 
bother him in the slightest. In fact, it increased his pleasure considerably 
and he shoved all the harder, deciding to finish the job of impaling her in 
one more quick lunge. 

"Uggggh!" she gurgled in agony as he ploughed his way into her to the hilt, 
slamming up against her futilely writhing body until his balls slapped 
harshly against her unprotected little anus. The girl's long, splendidly 
formed legs were once again moving wildly, kicking out frantically on either 
side of his hard pillaging body as she struggled uselessly to escape this 
ferocious assault. But it was hopeless and had she not been completely 
knocked out on marijuana, she would have seen precisely how hopeless it was. 
Each agonized jerk of her brutally impaled body only served to insert his 
hard charging penis deeper into the warm moist softness of her cunt, and her 
piteous groans for mercy only stimulated the cruelly sadistic man to greater 
heights of depraved passion. 

The drugged young coed's mind was thoroughly befuddled and she felt as if 
she were being split down the middle like a sacrificial lamb. The hard 
skewering rod of flesh seemed to be running all the way up inside her body, 
so deep that she could almost taste it in the back of her throat. Her 
dazzled mind made a few tentative attempts to orient itself, but the clouds 
of marijuana prevented her from thinking clearly for as much as an instant. 
In her private dream world, the kindly protective Dan Wollinski had just 
changed back into her cruelly smiling boyfriend Richard and she knew somehow 
that it would be a waste of time to beg him for mercy. He was punishing her 
for having cheated him that night in his father's car, and she deserved 
every bit of it. 

Travis looked down on the girl's nakedly suffering body with triumphant joy, 
knowing that she had never been penetrated this deeply before, if she had 
ever been penetrated at all. If she had been a virgin ten minutes ago, she 
was no longer a virgin now, and he had surged into her with such speed and 
determination that he had hardly noticed whether his bull-dozing cock had 
swept away the fragile membrane of her virginity or not. It did not make 
much difference now, and he smiled cruelly as he listened to the tormented 
howls of pain whimpering from her open mouth, and watched her arms 
outstretched on the pillow in total surrender as she writhed nakedly beneath 
him, her lips bared back over her teeth in a tight grimace of agony. 

Trying to excite himself even more, the cruel whoremaster raised his great 
muscle-hardened body up in the air and gazed down to the point where his 
inky black pubic hair meshed lewdly with her faint blonde fuzz, and his 
huge, lust-engorged cock disappeared up into the pinkly glistening flesh of 
her cunt. He held still for a moment, enjoying the scene and savoring this 
moment of animal conquest, wishing there had been someone else there to see 
how skillfully he had dominated this sleek-bodied, heavy-breasted princess 
from another world. 

Jane was still thoroughly lost in her private universe of drug-ridden 
fantasy, but one thing was real and concrete to her; there was a man's long 
hard penis completely embedded in her formerly unpenetrated young vagina and 
she could feel every ridge and indentation in the long punishing rod. It 
wormed inside of her like some horrendous species of animal with its head 
nestled snugly against the delicate tip of her cervix and at the other end, 
she could feel the ridiculous tickle of his sperm-bloated testicles as they 
danced lewdly in the narrow moist crevice of her buttocks. It had become 
part of her now and somehow the pain seemed to be slowly receding. She had 
wanted so desperately to be filled, filled at any cost, and now she was 
empty no longer! 

The change in her body was slightly, almost unnoticeable, but Travis had 
been in a lot of beds in his time and the big man had grown sensitive to the 
moods of his sex partners. Experimentally, he flexed his organ, bringing a 
soft whimper to her lips, but not the sullen cry of anguish he had expected. 
It was working, he told himself triumphantly. The lust-stimulating marijuana 
had done the trick again. This little girl was already balancing 
precariously on the tightrope between agony and ecstasy! 

He flexed his penis deep within her steaming cuntal flesh, withdrawing 
himself an inch or two and then worming his way back in to his original 
position. Her eyes remained tightly shut, but no sound of pain issued now 
from between her sensually parted lips. Yes, it was time for him to go to 
work! 

Still moving slowly and cautiously, Travis retreated until the heavy bulbous 
tip of his cock was left just inside her moist tender pussy-hole, and then 
ploughed smoothly forward, and the groan which involuntarily escaped from 
her lips told him clearly that she was no longer in any condition to object 
to anything he chose to do to her from now on. Her blonde beautiful head was 
lolling from side' to side on the soft whiteness of the pillow, and at the 
same moment, Travis could feel the soft regular undulations of her hips as 
the rhythm of his strokes communicated itself to her love starved body. 

Despite the continuing fog in her brain, Jane herself was partially 
conscious of the fact that her body was coming to life. The pain had 
departed now, replaced by a soft excruciating tingle which started somewhere 
deep down inside of her cock-stuffed belly and spread inexorably out through 
the rippling tissues of her cunt into the milk-white flesh of her 
widely-spread thighs. The strange, all pervasive sensation worked its way up 
along her backbone until the unbearable stimulation arrived at the lewdly 
swaying twin peaks of her breasts, making her tiny brown nipples stand out 
even more strongly than before. 

Travis looked down upon her with unconcealed delight as he felt her hips 
begin to rotate lustfully from side to side and the tiny contracting muscles 
of her vagina start to nibble hungrily at the lust-inflated head of his long 
stiffened penis. Every time the man surged brutally up into her, the widely 
dilated lips of her hair-lined pink pussy slit seemed to cling to the 
blood-filled thickness of his cock, disappearing up inside of her as he 
skewered forward. On the backstroke, the frail pink cuntal tissue seemed to 
cling to the thick blue-veined skin of his penis as if the girl was 
reluctant to let him go. 

And her body movements were becoming fiercer and more frantic by the moment 
as her sexual tension increased. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his 
neck as if they had been lovers for a year, and the flat smooth plane of her 
stomach slapped into his slightly protuberant belly as she bucked beneath 
him like an untamed filly. She was straining to cum, he realized, struggling 
like a madwoman for sexual release in the arms of a man she did not know and 
had never seen before! 

Travis found this bizarre situation extraordinarily stimulating and he 
grinned as he heard the lewd wet sluicing sound coming from between their 
two desperately straining bodies. Her knees were lifted high up off the bed 
now with the soles of her feet planted flat on the mattress and her head 
jammed cruelly up against the headboard of the bed. In her drug-dazzled 
mind, her lover had once again become the kind considerate young man she had 
met that day on the train, and she cried to him with all her heart as the 
inexorable spasm began to sweep over her, tossing her tormented body like a 
ship swamped by a tidal wave. 

"Ahhhh!!!!!" she sang to him. "Dan ... Dan ... it's happening to me! I'm 
cumming!" 

Travis nearly went out of his mind as she gurgled out this wildly erotic 
orgasm, running her sharp fingernails across the broad muscular expanse of 
his back and sucking voraciously on his tongue. The bouncer tried to hold 
back and prolong his own pleasure, but the pressure was too intensive for 
his incredibly excited cock to sustain. As her legs entwined around his 
lustfully pumping buttocks pulling him even farther up into the secret 
recesses of her womb, the white-hot heat and tension built up impossibly 
high in his wildly swinging balls as they beat a crazy tempo against the 
unprotected crevice of her buttocks. 

"You little whore!" he mumbled as the hot sticky cum poured irresistibly out 
of him. Jane felt the head of his cock suddenly begin to swell and throb as 
if it were in the process of exploding, and then came the moment of release 
which both of them had instinctively been praying for. Like white-hot lava 
from an erupting volcano, his molten male cum stormed into her body, 
ricocheting around the grasping inner walls of her cunt as he creamed 
endlessly into her. 

When the orgasm had finally ended, Travis lifted himself up on both his 
arms, a foolish grin on his face, expecting to find her eyes open and 
looking at him with fear. Instead, she gave every indication of having gone 
immediately to sleep. All the years of repressed sexual tension finally 
released, Jane had succumbed finally to the pervasive effect of the 
marijuana she'd smoked and passed out cold. 

"Sleep tight, little college girl," he told her unconscious form as he 
slowly removed his gradually deflating penis from her overworked little 
cunt, "because I got big plans for you tomorrow!" 

* * * 

Jane awoke slowly like a patient coming out of the ether after an operation, 
becoming gradually conscious of her surroundings. Yes, it was the same room 
and somehow she saw that she had managed to fall asleep with the light still 
lit. Her body felt as bruised and battered as if she had gone fifteen rounds 
in the ring with a heavyweight boxer, and she did not feel particularly 
rested or refreshed, even though her watch informed her that she had slept 
for eight full hours. 

When she got her sleepy eyes all the way open, however, the real surprise 
awaited her. The flimsy shortie nightie she had worn to bed had somehow been 
ripped off her body and thrown on the floor! She had spent the entire night 
spread-eagled on the bed, naked as a baby and without so much as a sheet to 
protect her from the night air. Fortunately the room had been warm or she 
might have caught a serious chill. 

Alarmed, Jane pulled the covers up from the bottom of the bed and snuggled 
into the soft spacious mattress, noticing as she did so that portions of the 
sheet below her were stained for some reason. The whole situation perplexed 
her. As she moved, there was a dull ache between her legs, as if her period 
was beginning or she had just spent a particularly long afternoon on 
horseback. What did all of this mean? 

Then she remembered the dream. What madness, yes, it all came back to her 
now, she had had this hopelessly erotic dream about being in bed and making 
love to the boy named Dan whom she had met on the train coming to New 
Orleans. A shiver ran through her nakedly battered body as she trembled 
beneath the covers recalling that dream. The things she had permitted him to 
do to her! Naturally, since it had been a dream, all those perversely wicked 
things had come from deep within her own subconscious. There must be a 
streak of evil down deep inside of her, she decided, which only comes out 
while I'm sleeping! 

Yes, it made sense. Jane had had erotic dreams before, particularly after an 
evening in the back seat of Richard's father's car, although nothing as wild 
as this! They had always been fleeting, barely-remembered fragments, nothing 
as solid and realistic as this dream had been. 

In fright, Jane crossed her hand protectively across the two fearfully 
heaving mounds of her breasts, and gave a cry of unexpected pain. Her 
nipples were painfully bruised! One hand shot down between her legs and she 
produced another alarmed yelp. There were sensitive black and blue marks on 
the soft white skin of her thighs! And worse of all-she blushed even to 
think the thought-her maidenly little vagina felt as if the Russian Army had 
marched through it all night long! What did this mean? 

One thing was sure, this had been no ordinary dream. From the looks of 
things, she could only guess that she had suffered some kind of sexual 
blackout which must also have involved ... she hardly could bring herself to 
admit it, but the evidence of her naked body was too clear to be denied ... 
since she had been alone in the room last night, she could only have done 
these things to herself. And it was time to stop using nice words for it. 
She had masturbated, masturbated wildly and there was no other explanation! 

A feeling of bitter shame swept over the girl and she remembered all the 
vague lectures she had received from her mother about purity and 
wholesomeness. So this is what she had been talking about! Jane tried to 
reassure herself by thinking logically that the depraved act had been 
involuntary and therefore was not sinful, but an intense feeling of guilt 
stayed doggedly with her and would not go away. 

It must have been the train ride, she decided. I got myself overtired and 
overexcited and then all that dirty talk about prostitutes with Dan ... She 
suddenly realized that it had been Dan Wollinski's image she had embraced 
with such violent passion the previous night. God, how could she ever face 
him again? 

Well, there was no point in spending the whole day morbidly dwelling on the 
dreadful thing which had happened to her. She had learned something 
profoundly frightening about herself, that was for sure, and she could think 
of no way of being positive that it would not happen again, but it was 
futile to sit around worrying about it hour after hour. 

One thing was certain, however. It would be a good idea to get out of this 
hotel. Her room was clean and pleasant, but the total silence was already 
starting to get on her nerves. She noticed that she could hear nothing from 
the outside: no footsteps in the hall, or trucks passing or birds singing. 
It was nine o'clock in the morning and all around her there was the total 
silence of an undiscovered tomb. It was eerie and a little bit frightening. 

There was something strange about Maxine's, she decided. For one thing, she 
had noticed in the taxi that the 'hotel' was a long way from the university 
district, in a distinctly run down quarter of the city. And the more she 
thought about Mr. Travis, the manager, the less likely it seemed that 
troubled students would bring their problems to someone like him, or that 
the US Government would send him on a mission to Turkey. She could not put 
her finger precisely on what it was that troubled her about the place, but 
she felt distinctly uneasy here and the sooner she checked in at the 
university, the happier she would be. 

The first order of business was a hot bath. There was a strange dried white 
stuff all over her legs and she plunged joyously into a tub of hot water and 
scrubbed until her body sparkled with cleanliness. Then she dressed quickly, 
re-packed and headed for the door. 

Which was locked. 

* * * 

Maxine was sitting in an attractive flowered housecoat with her well groomed 
white hair in curlers, her sweet grandmotherly face in a tight smile as she 
listened to her good friend Travis recount his nocturnal adventures. 

"So this proves what I been saying all along," he asserted. 

"I'm still worried, Travis dear. Suppose her father starts searching for 
her?" 

"Look, we can sit her down and make her write two letters, one to the 
university saying that she ain't coming, and one to her father telling him 
that she's already registered and havin' a ball. That way nobody worries." 

"And you really think she'll bring the customers in?" 

"Maxine, you been running a whorehouse for forty years now and you still 
don't know nuttin about men," complained the bouncer eagerly. "First, this 
girl is the best looking piece of tail I seen in a dog's age, and anybody in 
their right mind'd give his eye teeth to stick their cock into her. On top 
of that, she's got real class. I mean she talks nice and acts like a real 
high class broad." 

"And she doesn't want to have anything to do with an establishment like 
ours," pointed out Maxine, sipping a little French cognac from her habitual 
teacup. 

"And that's just what makes it perfect. These guys are tired of the kind of 
broad who just flops on her back and spreads her knees. That little gal 
upstairs is gonna fight like a wildcat and the John'll have to slap her 
around first if he wants to get any action out of her." 

"And you think this will stimulate our customers?" 

"Wait a minute, you ain't heard the half of it," proclaimed the sadistic 
whorehouse attendant. "This chick is real screwed up in the head because she 
really wants it worse than a bird wants worms. Once you get inside of her 
and start fucking around, she turns on like a clock radio. Man, you shoulda 
seen the sparks fly last night when I was riding her. What a wildcat!" 

"Travis, you're a knuckle-head, but you just may have something here," 
conceded the madam, starting to be convinced. "But what's her body like? No 
John is going to spend good money on some flat chested little college girl 
even if she can talk fancy and wiggle her hips." 

"Maxine, you gotta see for yourself. Come on, we'll go have a talk with the 
little lady and have an official inspection." 

* * * 

Jane jumped as the door burst open without warning, but she recovered with 
surprising quickness and turned on her tormentors with real indignation. 

"What's the meaning of this?" she stormed, knowing now that something 
underhanded was going on. "Why was that door locked?" 

"See what I mean," said Travis, turning to Maxine and behaving precisely as 
if she were not there. "A real hell cat and she used good grammar too." 

"Yes, she's a nice looking young lady as well. I didn't get a good look at 
her last night, but now I see what you mean. Are her tits real or is she 
wearing falsies?" 

"Nah, that's all her," affirmed Travis excitedly, stepping forward and 
adroitly squeezing one of Jane's high full breasts before the girl had a 
chance to dodge away. "You, take off yer clothes and let Maxine get a good 
look at ya'." 

"I'll do nothing of the kind...." Jane began spiritedly, but the man's big 
hand came suddenly out of nowhere and caught her full on the side of the 
face, sending her sprawling across the bed. 

"Do what I tells you, bitch!" he growled at her menacingly, but the gentle 
lady corrected her assistant sharply for this breech of good manners. 

"No, Travis, I really must ask that you cease that sort of thing at once. 
You know I do not tolerate violence in my presence." 

"Ah. I'm sorry, Maxine. Would you like to step out of the room while I beat 
her up?" 

"No, not in this case, because I think that this young lady will listen to 
reason. But in the future, if you find it necessary to use force, I would 
prefer that you employ that whip in the cabinet. The sting is quite adequate 
and, as you know, it leaves no marks. Our customers would not appreciate 
finding ugly bruised or black and blue marks on this charming young body." 

"I insist...." Jan began again, bewildered by all that was happening to her, 
but her eyes followed Travis' movements as he obediently went to the cabinet 
on the wall, unlocked it, and extracted a cruel looking leather whip which 
he brandished in her face. Stunned, she fell silent and Maxine continued in 
her school teacher's voice. 

"Now, as you see, young lady, we are in a position to give orders and expect 
obedience, so you will do what you are told. I would like to see you naked 
please." 

"No!" 

"Excellent," commented the madam. "She is very high spirited. The customers 
will certainly enjoy overcoming that kind of resistance. Travis, please 
strike her moderately hard on the backs of her legs." 

Jane backed away in terror as the zealous goon moved forward, but he had her 
neatly trapped between the bed and the wall and there was no escape. With a 
sickening hiss, the whip sailed through the air and connected painfully with 
the soft flesh on the backs of her knees. 

"Aaaaagggghhhhh!" she screamed hoarsely, trying to scramble over the bed 
while Travis hit her again as she struggled away from him, this time 
creasing the backs of her milk-white thighs just below the twin half-moons 
of her desirable young buttocks. 

Her cheeks smeared with tears, the girl realized that she had very little 
choice in the matter. Either she obeyed these two monsters or they would cut 
her to ribbons with that whip, and the intensely painful smarting on her 
legs informed her clearly that her courage had melted as far as the lash was 
concerned. Never in her entire life having known the slightest physical 
discomfort, she was discovering that she was not as brave as she thought she 
was. Travis moved menacingly in her direction again, and her hands flew to 
the buttons on her blouse. 

"Oh please...." she mumbled in fear and confusion. "Why?" 

"Never mind the questions," snapped the brothel keeper a little acidly. "You 
have twenty seconds to get naked or Travis will use the whip again. You see 
how much he enjoys it." 

There was no longer any question about complying with their demands. 
Frightened out of her mind, the tall lush blonde rapidly undid the buttons 
on her blouse and slid it off her smooth cream-white shoulders. The 
miniskirt dropped to the floor next, revealing her long tapered legs. 
Glancing at the pair nervously, Jane fumbled with the snap on her brassiere 
and released the proud twin mounds of her full womanly breasts. Around her 
brown pointed nipples, the marks Travis had left on her the night before 
were still visible and Maxine grinned sadistically at the sight. Jane kept 
hoping they would say that they had seen enough and tell her to stop, but 
Travis gestured with the whip at her frail white cotton panties and Jane, 
blushing with shame and humiliation, bent from the waist and slipped them 
off, baring the battered and bruised region of her vagina to the cruel eyes 
which were trained upon her. 

"Travis, I believe this time you have found us a gold mine," commented 
Maxine, walking around the nakedly shivering girl and examining her from all 
angles with the critical eye of an expert. "She looks like a model from one 
of those men's magazines you've always got your nose in. She'll do very 
nicely!" 

"Wha ... what are you going to do with me?" quavered Jane unhappily, finding 
her tongue at last. 

Instead of snapping at her, Maxine smiled pleasantly for a change, patting 
one of the girl's large, lust-inciting breasts as she spoke. 

"You, my dear, will be priveleged to fulfill your true function as a woman," 
she explained with a kindly expression on her sweet old face. "Alas, I am 
too old and men no longer desire me. But you will drive them bananas!" 

"My function ... I don't understand." 

"These college girls ain't too bright," observed Travis with scorn. "We 
gonna send some guys in here and you gotta fuck 'em. That clear enough for 
ya'?" 

It was. Her cheeks reddening into a deeper blush, Jane's eyes burned with 
indignation. 

"Never!" she spat back at them, finding her courage at last. " I would never 
do such a thing!" 

"That's perfect," commented Maxine happily, glancing at her cohort. "See how 
her eyes flash." 

"Yeah, she's gonna be great," agreed the whorehouse strongman. "We're gonna 
get rich with this little broad." 

"I absolutely will not cooperate!" Jane shouted, a little perplexed at their 
reactions. "I demand that you release me immediately or I will call the 
police." 

To Jane's utter consternation, this seemed to be precisely the way they 
wanted her to act, since the two brothel operators smiled at each other 
knowingly as Travis began to gather up the girl's discarded clothing and 
stuff it into her suitcase. 

"Don't you understand?" she pleaded with them, totally confused by their 
attitude. "I'm not a prostitute. I ... I'm still a virgin!" 

After all that had happened, Jane was not totally sure that this was the 
strict scientific fact of the matter, but she calculated that they would 
hardly be in a position to dispute her. Unfortunately, her claim simply 
produced another round of raucous laughter. 

"Sure you are, baby," sneered Travis. "Hey listen, did you have any strange 
dreams last night?" 

At these words, the girl's mind really went into a tail spin. So it had not 
been her imagination! Something actually had happened the previous night! 

"I ... I don't understand," she said, burying her face in her hands as she 
stood nakedly before them. 

"Baby, you were great!" Travis proclaimed crudely. "About the best fuck I 
ever had, and probably the best you've ever had too, although I'd like to 
know some more about this guy Dan you kept talking about." 

Utterly demolished, the girl sank back on the bed, cowering beneath her two 
heartless tormentors while they poured a steady stream of harsh mocking 
laughter upon her. 

"Didn't your mommy ever tell you about taking funny looking cigarettes from 
strangers?" Travis continued to rub it in. "Here's the rest of the pack, 
baby, you're gonna need 'em." 

It was nearly an hour before Jane Holloway got ahold of herself and was able 
to think clearly. Walking naked around the small room, she tried her best to 
review the situation in her mind. Escape seemed to be impossible. The 
massive wooden door was locked securely from the outside and anyway Travis 
had taken away her suitcase and all her clothing, leaving only her cosmetics 
case and the pack of marijuana cigarettes which were still lying at the foot 
of the bed. 

Gradually, it all became clear to her. They were going to prostitute her! 
They were going to send men into this room, strange unknown men, who could 
do what they liked with her nakedly defenseless body. 

A knock came at the door and the startled girl snatched up a blanket off the 
bed and covered herself as Travis entered carrying a tray. 

"You better get some breakfast, honey, because your work day is about due to 
begin. First time in many a year that we've had customers in here before 
noon, but when we told 'em about you, the line started forming!" 

Travis still carried the whip stuck in his belt, but Jane felt a little more 
self-confident with the blanket wrapped around her and she made one last 
attempt to climb up on her high horse. 

"Mr. Travis," she began coolly. "I must inform you one last time that what 
you are proposing is quite impossible. I intend to defend my honor with all 
the strength in my body and each and every one of your so called customers 
will have a real fight on his hands if he tries to touch me. I realize that 
I can be beaten into some kind of submission, but surely that won't be much 
fun for your customers." 

"That's what's gonna make it perfect, baby," the lewd brothel manager 
replied with a satisfied smile. "The guys who are gonna come walking in her 
like nuttin' better than a little fight before they do their stuff. It kinda 
gets 'em excited, understand? Everybody's tired of the kinda broad who just 
lays there and spreads her legs. You fight all you want, honey, and 
Travis'll get rich!" 

With this unfeeling pronouncement, he laid the tray at the foot of the bed 
and left, carefully relocking the door behind him. Jane sat down in a daze, 
now having a whole new set of facts to consider. So they wanted her to 
resist! It was part of their plan that she should go down fighting! 

There were two fried eggs, toast and rich black coffee on the tray and Jane 
wisely decided that she should take at least this much advice from Travis 
and eat a hearty breakfast. God only knew what kind of horrors were going to 
come walking through that door in a matter of minutes and she could defend 
herself better on a full stomach. 

She thought as she munched on the eggs, trying to consider every aspect of 
the problem. Travis was obviously a man who liked girls better if they had 
to be taken by force, and it was only logical to assume that there must be 
many other men like him in the world. Strange that her parents had never 
mentioned this kind of thing, but then the young girl was starting to 
discover that there were quite a few unpleasant facts in this world which 
her mother and father had neglected to explain. 

So what was the best strategy for resistance? Even without the whip, Travis 
could easily overpower her any time he wished, and she had to assume that 
the kind of man who liked to bully girls would not be the ninety seven pound 
weakling type. Probably they would all be able to beat her into obedience 
quite easily and putting up a battle with each one of them would mean more 
fun for them and more pain for her. Somehow she had to ruin their pleasure 
so they would let her go. But how? 

The answer was ridiculously simple. She must not resist, not in the 
slightest. She must lie there utterly passive, and spoil their depraved lewd 
enjoyment. 

But somehow, she sensed in the back of her head that she would never be able 
to do it that way. Even wanting to put up no resistance, she realized that 
the rigid moral training she had received as a child was far too strong. She 
would fight back whether she wanted to or not. And the customers would 
cheerfully beat her black and blue, fling her tormented naked body around on 
this very bed and ravish her with even greater delight. She would be playing 
into their hands one way or another. If she only had sleeping pills or 
something to knock herself out with! If she could only avoid being conscious 
when it happened! 

Jane finished her breakfast and drained the cup of coffee, surprised that 
her appetite was as good as it was, considering the terrible situation she 
was in. Settling back on the bed to do some more thinking, she found herself 
vaguely wishing for a cigarette. She could have asked Travis to.... 

Suddenly, her glance fell on the doped cigarettes he had scornfully left for 
her and she remembered what the marijuana had scornfully left for her and 
she remembered what the marijuana had done to her poor dazzled mind the 
night before. Of course, smoking dope was a very wicked thing to do, 
something only hippies and moral degenerates indulged in, but in a situation 
like this, one had to chose the least of all available evils. If she could 
smoke enough to dull her brain, to deaden her sensibilities ... it had 
worked last night! 

* * * 

Jane puffed furiously on the cigarette, trying desperately to draw the 
strong harsh smoke down into her lungs where it would give her the maximum 
effect. Her legs tucked under her and covered with a blanket, the girl's 
ripely swelling breasts were quivering with real terror as she struggled to 
drug away her consciousness before her first 'visitor' presented himself. 
Her mind was racked with images of the terrible things which she understood 
were going to happen to her. Strange dirty men who liked to torture women 
would come and lay their hard hands upon her nakedly defenseless body, 
skewering into her heartlessly and brutally, unmindful of her screams for 
mercy. 

She had to get high! Sucking furiously on the cigarette and longing for the 
deadening sensation of the marijuana, she lit a second cigarette before the 
first was quite finished, and had just inhaled as deeply as she could when 
the door slid silently open. 

Oh God, I'm not out yet, she groaned to herself. I'm still wide awake! Why 
isn't this stuff working? 

"Okay, and if you find she's more than you can handle, don't hesitate to use 
the whip," Travis was telling her first customer as he stepped into the 
room. "But try not to mark her too badly. We've got a whole string of other 
clients to think about and she has to be kept in reasonably good shape for 
awhile at least." 

"Okay, chief," commented a short stout muscular man as he followed Travis 
into the room. "I won't damage the merchandise. Hot damn! She looks like she 
might be worth that outrageous price you're asking. See y' later." 

Travis grunted and disappeared, locking the door securely behind him while 
the newcomer walked slowly toward the bed, unbuttoning his shirt as he came, 
his dark malicious eyes gleaming with anticipated pleasure. Jane watched him 
approach, sucking wildly on the cigarette and wondering what she should do. 
Perhaps she could somehow confide in this man, explain the situation and 
convince him to help her escape. It seemed unlikely, but at this point, 
anything was worth a try. 

"Sir, if you could listen to me a moment," she began hesitantly, but she 
fell immediately silent as he sadistically waved the whip in her face. 

"Don't like chatty dames," he informed her brutally. "Shut yer trap and 
spread yer legs." 

Jane cowered under the blanket while the man placidly continued undressing 
and she failed to repress a gasp as he lowered a soiled pair of undershorts, 
revealing a heavy fat belly and beneath that, a short thick cock which 
dangled limply between his hairy thighs. He approached the bed and violently 
yanked the blanket away from her and the terrorized girl took one last 
frantic drag on the cigarette before it was knocked out of her hand and the 
man was on top of her. 

Pinning her roughly to the bed, his hard calloused hands roamed lustfully 
over her struggling naked body, squeezing her tiny brown nipples until they 
hardened involuntarily beneath his fingers and digging with the other hand 
into the light soft pubic hair between her fearfully convulsing legs. Jane 
struggled futilely, trying to push his hard muscular arms away and wiggle 
off the bed, but he was easily twenty times too strong for her and laughed 
harshly at her ridiculous attempts to escape. His huge fat chest shaking 
with laughter, he played with her like a child plays with a helpless kitten, 
turning her this way and that and examining her splendidly vulnerable body 
from all angles. 

Suddenly Jane let herself go completely limp and in this moment of 
relaxation, the frail bodied woman discovered that the marijuana had worked 
after all, but not quite the way she had expected. Instead of putting her to 
sleep, the drug was electrifying every fibre in her body and each time this 
rough unfeeling man touched her, he set off a whole chain reaction of tiny 
pleasure sensations which raced through her abused flesh like a thousand 
miniature needles. 

Instead of drifting peacefully off to sleep, she was turning on more 
violently every minute! Her body felt like a forest of dry trees with a fire 
raging wildly out of control, her mind gallantly fighting a hopelessly 
losing battle for survival. Jane lay immobile for a few minutes, taking deep 
breaths and trying to regain control over her own drug-weakened flesh, but 
moaning as the cooling air swept over the exposed little button of her 
clitoris. The muscles in her smoothly molded thighs flexed and unflexed 
convulsively and the high proud peaks of her breasts rose and fell rapidly 
with every panting breath. 

The man was enjoying himself enormously, perfectly unaware of the raging 
mental conflict going on inside the young blonde girl's tortured brain. That 
creep Travis had told him that this was a kidnapped college girl who was 
being held here against her will, but he was not about to swallow a story 
like that. She was a whore, just like any other whore, but after all, it was 
really the act which counted and this gal was putting on a performance 
worthy of an Oscar. He had never seen a woman turn on so quickly and so 
violently in his life, but it made not the slightest difference to him 
whether she managed to enjoy herself or just pretended. He was having a 
ball, and that was all that counted! 

And he decided not to wait a moment longer to experience the real thing. 
Pushing her unresisting thighs farther apart with the calloused palms of his 
hands, he levered up over her like an avenging angel, his short broad cock 
dangling between his legs like the proverbial sword of Damocles. The bed 
sagged as the cruel visitor crawled into position up between her widespread 
legs and Jane began to feel within herself that same irrational hungering 
emptiness she had known the night before. There was an enormous need 
throbbing down there between her widely-spread thighs, a hole which was now 
suddenly screaming to be filled at any cost. 

Travis and Maxine were gone and forgotten now. What she needed now was a 
cock, a man's cock and she needed it badly. Her mind was repelled and 
horrified by the man's fat corpulent body but he was all that was available 
and he would have to do. Panting with sudden desperate lust, she arched her 
hips up to meet him, spreading her legs out obscenely on either side of her. 
The visitor, needing no further invitation, unexpectedly released his arms 
and allowed his heavy body to crash down into hers, knocking all the wind 
out of her and flicking his hips forward at the same time in an effort to 
penetrate her in one clear cut movement. He missed, his fat stubby penis 
stabbing blindly between the entrancingly undulating half-moons of her 
buttocks and challenging the unprotected nether entrance to her virginal 
little anus. But it was not this he wanted and while she groaned with angry 
frustration, he reached down under his stomach and used his fingers to guide 
the throbbing blood-engorged head of his cock directly into her desperately 
waiting cunt, worming immediately into her as far as he could go with one 
powerful thrust. His lewdly swinging balls slammed obscenely against the 
defenselessly upthrust surface of her buttocks and the man groaned with 
satisfaction as he sank into her as far as he was meant to go. 

But it was not far enough! Thinking he was not yet all of the way in, the 
drugged girl wiggled her hips wildly, trying to force him farther up into 
her half-empty hungering cunt, and then sobbed with the horrid realization 
that he had already given her all that he had to give. 

"Oh ... please ... go deeper," she urged him, a hot furious blush spreading 
quickly over her cheeks as she listened to herself utter these shamefully 
obscene words, hardly able to believe that this was she, Jane Holloway, the 
well raised and proper young lady who had spoken them. But it was all true! 
A sense of wild frustration and intense disappointment was spreading rapidly 
through her over-stimulated body. She had prepared herself emotionally and 
physically to be cruelly violated, raped, penetrated, unconsciously 
believing that this man would be able to do with her body what Travis had 
done the night before. Without realizing it, she had been looking forward to 
having pleasure forced upon her! 

And now the pleasure was being denied and the full-breasted, voluptuous 
young blonde found herself groaning piteously with a strange warped 
combination of unfulfilled lust and bitter, humiliating shame. 

But her first customer was definitely trying to do his best. Worming his 
tongue expertly down into her openly panting mouth, he attempted to make up 
for his frustrating lack of cock length with a surplus of energy, pistoning 
his short blood-filled cock into her nakedly writhing body with all the 
lustful energy in his thick heavy body. It helped a little, and Jane felt 
her body grow warm again as she labored frantically beneath him, her mind 
still spinning like a buzz saw from the effects of the marijuana. A few more 
minutes, she was telling herself in her drug-induced daze, if he can keep it 
up for another few minutes.... 

But he could not, unfortunately, and the girl felt his inadequate instrument 
stiffen suddenly within her warmly clasping cuntal depths, and listened as 
the customer let out a long, soul-strickened moan of pure pleasure, grunting 
while the white-hot liquid sperm flowed copiously out into the tortured 
recesses of her frantically clasping little cunt. 

Jane's body churned wildly in a last ditch effort to cum, but the effort was 
destined to be in vain. She had been only inches away from ecstasy, but an 
inch is as good as a mile and she sobbed in disappointment as she felt the 
man's useless cock slowly deflate and slip out of her still unfulfilled 
body. The customer was perfectly aware that he had failed her, but the 
situation did not bother him much. Travis had tried to convince him that 
this gal was a prisoner of some kind, but as far as he was concerned, she 
was just another whore, albeit a good deal better looking than the average. 
And whether or not she enjoyed herself in bed with him was a matter of 
complete indifference as far as he was concerned. She was just lucky that he 
had not used the whip on her! 

He smiled at her sadistically as he climbed briskly into his pants, but the 
unusual new prostitute had snapped her eyes shut and rolled over on her 
side, her nakedly splendid body now racked with tortured sobs. Whatever her 
problem was, it was not his, and the visitor whistled contentedly as he 
walked out the door. 

The marijuana was really starting to hit her now and Jane could feel her 
head spinning insanely despite her persistent attempts to decide what to do 
next. She knew that she ought to be planning her escape, or trying to devise 
some way out of this dismal sex slavery, but somehow the canabis-swamped 
brain cells in her head refused to function properly and her mind was alive 
with weird erotic thoughts and fantasies, sordid depraved dreams she could 
not control! The room was comfortably warm, but her unclothed body was 
shivering with unsatisfied burning lust which she could not forget or 
ignore, no matter how hard she tried. 

The hunger was driving her mad, and with a shock at her obscene thoughts, 
realized that she desperately wanted another man! Anyone at all would do, 
just as long as he were male and able to do the job she needed done. Oh 
hurry, she pleaded inside her fogged up brain. Don't make me wait like this! 

"Don't take all day, professor," Travis was saying to someone at the door, " 
'cause there's a line down there and they ain't got all day. If she gives 
you too hard a time, bang on the door and we'll send up a couple of guys to 
sit on her while you do your stuff. Ah, here's the whip. Might come in 
handy." 

"If you'd be so kind as to disappear, my good man," replied Jane's next 
customer. "I am quite capable of managing this kind of thing for myself." 

The newcomer was well into his sixties and looked as if he might actually be 
a professor of some kind, and for a moment, Jane was caught in a confused 
horrible moment of indecision. From the sound of his voice when he dismissed 
Travis, he had seemed like an educated, well established person, the type 
who could be reasoned with, even if he had lowered himself to visit a house 
of ill repute. On the other hand, her lithe tender body was still burning 
with that same slow all consuming flame of lust and, yielding to the 
terrible temptation, she decided to let him satisfy her first, and if she 
succeeded in pleasing him as well, he might then be well disposed towards 
helping her escape. 

She tried to speak, but for some reason no words came out so she simply lay 
doubled up with her knees drawn up against the full fleshy mounds of her 
high-set young breasts and her hands covering her face as the old man slowly 
approached the bed. He was wasting no time, however, and by the time he 
reached her, he was as naked as she was, the curly white hair on his chest 
contrasting sharply with the youthful muscle tone of his body. He was in 
good shape for his age, and his long shriveled cock dangled obscenely 
between his legs, getting harder and firmer with every passing second. 

The 'professor' was beside himself with delight. Normally, he had to content 
himself with the tired fat creatures he could find on the street, but it had 
been years or even decades since he had had a 'pupil' this young and 
succulent to play with. Without any further ceremony, he climbed agilely up 
on the bed, throwing one skinny leg over her so that he straddled her 
stomach, looking down at her drugged, lust-contorted face with the gleaming 
eyes of a maniac. 

Like himself, his aging cock was well past retirement age, but the old timer 
had managed to keep both of them fairly active in recent years, and the 
ancient instrument sprang into life as his bony old hands rudely caressed 
her fully ripened breasts. 

The deadly narcotic in Jane's dazed mind made the room seem to whirl like a 
merry-go-round and she flopped on her back and gripped the edges of the 
mattress tightly with her hands as if she were in danger of sliding off onto 
the floor. What is he waiting for, she cried to herself, shivering with fear 
and anticipation, and desperately wanting this ancient creature to come 
skewering into her aching belly and fill that quavering emptiness inside of 
her for once and for all with his rigidly throbbing cock. 

But the man seemed unusually preoccupied with her brown pointy nipples, as 
he inched farther and farther up on her sensually squirming torso until his 
long wrinkled penis lay in the delicate valley between her two mountainous 
breasts, using his hands to tweak and twist her tiny turgid nipples until 
she thought she was going to go clear out of her mind. 

The girl was horribly confused, but the 'professor' knew precisely what he 
wanted of this voluptuous, full figured young beauty and he put one hand on 
each of her heavy sensuous breasts and pushed them firmly together, trapping 
his lustfully jerking hardness in between them. 

"Oh please...." she begged, too far under the influence of the marijuana 
even to feel shame for what she was saying. "Not like that. Do it the 
regular way!" 

But if her client hears what she was saying, he gave no sign of it and his 
maniacal grin simply grew wider as he began to rock back and forth on top of 
her, sliding his long, blue-veined cock in and out of the narrow valley he 
had artificially created with the soft flaccid flesh of her breasts. 

"No ... no ... do it to me!" she pleaded, thrashing her head back and forth 
as she tried desperately to clear her drug-fogged brain. The old man ignored 
her, thrusting his lust-engorged cock frantically back and forth between her 
tightly pressed breasts. Despite her confused condition, Jane could feel the 
smooth bulbous tip of his penis growing larger and firmer as it pummeled the 
delicate milk-white skin of her breasts, appearing high on her chest and 
then disappearing again like a snake scuttling back into its hole. 

The 'professor' was panting with exertion, but there was no question of his 
giving up now. He was almost there and Jane gasped and turned her head with 
horror as she felt her nakedly vulnerable chest and neck being sprayed with 
the hot sticky cum from his aged instrument. The thick viscous sperm flowed 
over her soft cream-white shoulders and down onto the sheet, and the old 
timer disengaged from her as quickly as he had come. The next thing she 
knew, he was placidly putting on his shoes at the foot of the bed, 
cheerfully whistling to himself. 

"Please, I'm being held a prisoner here," Jane managed to stammer, pulling 
the blanket up over her naked cum soaked breasts. "Can you help me? Please? 
You could call the police!" 

If the old man even heard her, he gave no indication of it and adjusted his 
clothing in the mirror one last time before tapping the door with his cane 
to be released. It was hopeless! None of these people were going to help 
her. If they went to the police on her behalf, they would only be exposing 
themselves to the possibility of arrest. 

The tormented young girl groaned in agony, realizing that she was getting 
nowhere, and for a moment she felt like weeping with despair. There was only 
one way out of this misery and as soon as the 'professor' disappeared out 
the door, she lunged for the pack of drugged cigarettes on the night stand 
next to the bed. If she could smoke her way into oblivion, then the matter 
would be out of her hands. At the moment, she was still rational enough to 
think, and as long as she could think, she could understand what was 
happening to her and feel shamed and degraded as a result. Her lust-ridden 
body was going to betray her anyway, that much was clear, but it would all 
be much easier if she did not know what was going on around her. 

She managed to get another cigarette lit, her hands shaking badly, just 
before Travis marched into the room accompanied by a half-dozen other men. 

"Enjoy your little cigarette break," he grinned at her with false kindness, 
"because now your work is really going to begin." 

"What ... what are you going to do?" she quavered, seizing the opportunity 
to drag as deeply as possible on the marijuana cigarette, bombarding her 
lungs with the mind killing, lust-inciting narcotic smoke. 

"Just another customer," Travis shrugged, winking at the other men in the 
room. "But this one is a little bit special and so I brought the boys in to 
enjoy the show." 

"Oh, I can't," she stammered. "Not with everyone watching ... please don't 
make it worse than it already is." 

"Now, now," Travis smiled with mock sympathy. "A gal with all you have to 
offer shouldn't be ashamed to let these fine gentlemen see what they've paid 
good money for. And besides, you're going to get to know them all very, very 
well before the afternoon is over, so there's no reason to get shy on us 
now, is there?" 

Jane tried her best to ignore them all and concentrate on the central task 
of knocking herself out completely. If she could somehow become unconscious, 
they could do what they liked with her poor tormented body and it would be 
nothing more than a bad dream when she awoke. They could even hurt her if 
they wanted to, because the pain was no longer important. What she had to 
avoid was the disgrace and humiliation of being ravaged in the middle of a 
crowded roomful of lusting depraved men. God only knew what they had -lined 
up for her now. 

But unfortunately, the marijuana was only doing half the job; instead of 
rendering her unconscious, it was merely exciting her sexual appetite to an 
uncontrollable level. She was playing their game perfectly, whether she knew 
it or not! 

"Come on, Sammy," Travis was calling to someone in the hallway. Jane tried 
to cover her nakedness with the cum soaked sheet and got one last desperate 
puff on the cigarette before her startled eyes caught sight of a huge 
shadowy figure stooping to get through the doorway, and the tortured, 
doped-up girl looked up in horror to meet her next lover, her eyes, widening 
with sudden desperate fear. 

He was the largest man she had ever seen, at least seven feet tall with a 
thick ponderous body. His face seemed pleasant and open, but from the 
good-natured teasing way the other men treated him, it was clear that her 
client was not as bright as he might be. All his strength was in his massive 
muscular body with nothing left over for his brain, and Jane saw simple 
minded lust come into his blank eyes as he surveyed her inadequately covered 
figure. The other men in the room sent up a chorus of depraved laughter and 
fell to work denuding the half-witted giant, stripping him in a matter of 
seconds and then stepping back to admire this fantastic figure of a man. 

And Jane looked too, much as she wanted to shut her eyes and die right there 
on the spot. Sammy was already sexually excited and his rigidly bobbing cock 
stuck out rock-hard in front of him, grotesquely long and menacing. It 
looked to the helplessly trembling girl on the bed to be the size of a 
baseball bat and the thick bulbous head of his uncircumcised cock seemed to 
be at least two inches in diameter. 

It's a vision, Jane found herself thinking in an agony of fear. This is 
something the marijuana is doing to my head. It can't be true. He'll kill 
me! 

But Sammy stepped cheerfully up to the bed, an untroubled smile on his 
idiot's face as the crowd of men clustered around him, all anxious to see 
this incredibly lurid spectacle. Jane slowly inched away from the monster as 
he approached the bed, and she heard Travis' voice issuing a terse order: 

"Get her boys! Hold her down there!" 

Instantly the terrorized young blonde felt herself surrounded by men and 
hard demanding hands seized her arms and legs, pulling her spread-eagled 
onto her back. Her fragile pink pussy slit was quickly exposed to the full 
view of every man in the room and the group feasted its lewd gaze on the 
moistly palpitating tangle of golden curls between her widely-spread 
struggling legs. A couple of the men got ahead of the game, stealing a quick 
pinch of her fully exposed breasts or stroking the soft inner flesh of her 
vainly lurching thighs as they pinned her helpless figure to the mattress. 

Jane's normally attractive face was contorted with panic as the feeble 
minded giant climbed onto the bed between her widely outstretched legs, 
looking down at her like a starving man gazes at a seven course meal. The 
whole flat plane of her naked pussy was open and vulnerable to him, offered 
up to his perverted lusts like some weird oriental sacrifice, and the boy 
grinned idiotically at her, stroking his immensely thickened cock with his 
hands to bring the powerful organ up to its full state of turgid hardness. 

Try as she might, the agonized young girl found it impossible to close her 
eyes and fade off into the unconsciousness she had worked so hard to attain. 
Instead, her horrified gaze was locked on the man's lewdly swaying penis, 
looming menacingly a few short inches from the soft moist slit of her 
womanhood. 

"Give it a little kiss, Sammy," suggested a voice from the crowd. 

"Yeah, let's see that tongue of yours go to work," agreed another. 

The moron obeyed instantly, apparently more interested in putting on a good 
show for his friends than in appeasing his own powerful lusts. With an 
abrupt motion of his hair-covered body, his head dropped quickly between her 
finely tapered legs, his lips closing into the delicate sensitive flesh 
between her legs. Slowly and torturously, his tongue began to explore the 
mysteries of her wide-held loins, lashing over mercilessly the young fleshy 
lips of her slowly clasping vagina and tormenting the tiny pink button of 
her clitoris until he forced a groan of pure misery from the girl's open 
mouth. 

Not satisfied, he jammed two fingers into her already battered cunt, cruelly 
spreading the fluttering hair-covered lips of her vagina before removing 
them and returning again to the attack with his tongue. Jane gritted her 
teeth, trying in vain to will away the overwhelming storm of forbidden 
sensations which were shooting wildly around her helplessly tortured young 
body. Once again, her human nature was about to betray her and she could 
feel it coming a long way off, no matter what she tried to do to hold 
herself in check. 

The giant's tongue was rapidly reducing her to a quivering mass of trembling 
desiring flesh, and the marijuana she had smoked earlier was helping him and 
not her! As his lips coarsed furiously over the defenseless cuntal flesh 
around her tiny clasping little vaginal hole, the same hungering desire came 
floating back over her. His tongue was just not going to do the job alone, 
and she wanted the real thing inside of her. No matter how much she 
struggled against the lewd erotic thoughts which pounded through her 
drug-racked brain, she knew with absolute conviction that she was sliding 
off the brink again. 

She tried with all the strength in her body to hold on to her sanity, but 
the obscene tongue-fucking she was receiving at the hands of this empty 
headed monster was too intense. Acting without instructions from her 
fogged-up brain, the' girl's mouth suddenly began to babble: 

"Oh please ... come up inside of me," she groaned, starting to use the words 
she had heard Travis say. "Yes, fuck me ... fuck me with your cock!" 

The idiotic giant was accustomed to obeying orders and it was difficult to 
imagine a command more inviting than that. Grinning, he lifted his lips from 
the sweet tasting orgiastic moisture of her cunt and crawled remorselessly 
forward over her writhing body, pausing momentarily to bite the high swollen 
mounds of her breasts as he worked his way up the length of her nakedly 
squirming torso. Meanwhile, Jane's hips were gyrating wildly in frantic 
search for the monstrous pole which she knew in her heart was too large for 
her frail inexperienced body to accept. He was going to rip her to pieces, 
she knew, and somehow in her drug-induced madness, she wanted the pain and 
the torment, irrationally believing that she deserved to be punished for her 
sins. 

And the punishment was not long in coming! With an evil flick of his loins, 
the giant skewered the blood-filled tip of his cock forward, searching for 
her undersized opening and finding it almost immediately. He angled for 
position, feeling the heavy murderous tip of his pole penetrating past the 
pinkly moistening lips of her vagina and gliding into her until it 
encountered the fragile elastic ring of her cuntal flesh. He pushed, trying 
to break past the resisting barrier, and thunderbolts of pain shot through 
her overwrought body. She screamed, flinging her head wildly to one side in 
anguish. 

"Aaaaggggghhhhh!!!" 

But she was destined to be ignored. This was precisely why Maxine had gone 
to the trouble of installing sound proofing and there was no danger that the 
girl's agonized screams could be heard on the street where they might catch 
the attention of a curious neighbor or a passing policeman. 

The half-witted man was in no mood to wait until she had recovered and he 
thrust eagerly forward again, forcing the thick broad tip of his blunt ended 
cock another few inches up into her vainly resisting cuntal depths. She 
screamed again, louder this time, and the harsh restraining hands on her 
body pressed harder to hold her down fast to the bed as she bucked and 
struggled to escape. 

How she regretted her reckless desire of a few minutes before to be punished 
for her sins! Now she was being punished good and proper and it was more 
than she could handle. His penis was too large by half, she realized, and 
she could never accept all of it into her tender vaginal flesh. It would 
split her open like tissue paper and she would be destroyed for life, 
assuming she lived through this ruinous experience. 

But Sammy hardly cared what was happening to her. In his limited mind, he 
was only aware that he had never in his life felt anything as soft and wet 
as this pretty girl's cunt he was stabbing into and the sooner he was all of 
the way in, the happier he would be. He pushed again and again, inching his 
torturous way forward up between the tightly restrained writhings of her 
legs, and ignoring her impassioned pleas for mercy, while the cruel motley 
crowd of men who surrounded her bed of pain carefully watched her face, 
waiting for the first signs of acceptance or at least surrender. 

Jane was only dimly aware of their presence, only half-feeling their lewd 
hands pawing her breasts and flanks and half-hearing them make rude comments 
to one another as they watched this obscene drama unfolding right before 
them. 

"Come on, Sammy," she dimly heard Travis urge. "You got another three inches 
more to go, boy. Get with it, 'cause we ain't got all night." 

Before these words could register on the girl's marijuana-dazzled mind, the 
subnormal youth obeyed, using all the power in his enormous haunches to slam 
brutally forward, his cock pushing tiny ripples of stubbornly resistant 
cuntal flesh along with it as he rolled into her with one strong inexorable 
movement, burying the remaining three inches of his long thick cock into the 
softly accepting moistness of her outraged young cunt. 

Jane's body almost flew off the bed as his heavily swinging balls crashed 
audibly into the unprotected cheeks of her buttocks and she felt as though a 
giant boa constrictor had crawled up inside of her, crushing all the 
internal organs of her body and filling her so that she could barely 
breathe. His penis seemed to fill her all the way up to the back of her 
throat, and for a few minutes the sensation was neither pain nor pleasure 
but a combination of both so intense that she could hardly decide which was 
greater. 

Despite his limited intelligence, the man held still for a moment, allowing 
the helplessly pinned girl to adjust to the presence of his enormous penis 
in her nakedly skewered belly. The room was silent with anticipation and all 
eyes were on her. If she passed out now, their fun would be ruined. Gently, 
Sammy flexed his penis, bringing a low tormented moan to her parted lips, 
but when he flexed a second time, she merely whimpered, showing that the 
cruelly-stretched flesh of her cock-stuffed cunt was gradually adjusting to 
this massive invasion. 

There were expressions of amazement in the room as the group of lusty men 
commented crudely and obscenely on the fantastic stretching capability of 
the female sexual organ. No one had really believed that Sammy would have 
been able to penetrate that tiny, almost virginal opening, but he had done 
it and the girl was still in one piece. Slowly, the giant began to revolve 
his hips, trying to increase the suffering aperture enough to give him some 
room to maneuver, and Jane muttered in discomfort as she felt the 
already-stretched muscles in her cunt being called upon to expand even 
farther. 

Meanwhile, the men in the tiny room were quickly going out of their skulls 
with lustful anticipation. Travis kept slapping at their hands and shouting 
at them to stop, but they were fast slipping out from under his control and 
Jane's tormentedly heaving body was now tormented from a dozen different 
directions at once. One man was crouched in between Sammy's legs, sticking 
his hand underneath her buttocks to attack the tiny nether ring of her anus, 
testing the strength of the hairless brown little hole with his probing 
middle finger. Another man had fastened his teeth around the soft yielding 
flesh of her left breast and was sucking madly on her throbbingly turgid 
nipple. But Sammy ignored them all, concentrating all of his limited brain 
power on the job immediately ahead of him, his hips already beginning to 
fall into a slow in and out fucking motion. 

The pain was gradually fading and Jane felt an insane feeling of happiness 
flood through her marijuana stunned body. She could not really think in the 
usual sense of the word, and reduced to animal feeling, she was unhappy 
while something was hurting her and joyful when something gave her pleasure. 
It was as simple as that! Moral issues no longer counted. 

Her mind was slowly dropping to a lower level of consciousness and her hips 
reacted by gyrating in tiny lewd little circles in obscene rhythm with the 
merciless probings of Sammy's lust-driven cock. 

"Yes, yes, yes," she began to croon mindlessly. "Fuck me like that...." Like 
a fish swimming downstream through the rapids, she squirmed in new found 
joyful sensuality through the dozen lewd hands all obscenely mauling her 
body as the men around her excited themselves into an insane frenzy of 
sexual lust. 

"That's right, don't stop!" she pleaded, her finishing school accent 
sounding a little ridiculous in this depraved situation. But she was on her 
way at last, and her jubilant body heaved and spun as her hunger grew more 
intense and insatiable by the moment. She was building inexorably toward her 
climax, a powerful orgasm which no one could take away from her. Another 
minute, another few strokes and she would be home at last, freed from the 
gnawing merciless need she had been feeling deep down in the freely flowing 
depths of her stomach. 

She snaked her hands down to the man's buttocks, urging him to pound into 
her harder and faster, but unexpectedly, the youth began to slip and the 
wild fear ran through her mind that she might be cheated again. 

"No, please, don't stop!" she begged for it, but the moment was already upon 
them and nothing could stop it now. Sammy's moronic eyes rolled back in his 
head and his huge sperm-bloated testicles began to discharge their white 
milky burden into the yearning cuntal recesses of her badly deprived body. 
Her nakedly wide-split cunt ground desperately up into him with fantastic 
energy, but he was holding still now, creaming endlessly into her with every 
muscle in his long massive body strained and tense, and her movements only 
hastened the end of him and not for her. His penis was already becoming soft 
and useless and the oversized idiot rolled off of her with a satisfied sigh, 
drained of his enthusiasm for any more hard work. And she was left with a 
pool of sticky white cum between her legs where his semen had dripped 
obscenely out of her overly drenched cunt and down onto the mattress below. 
After three customers, she was virtually bathed in cum, but no closer to the 
goal she was craving for with all her lust-stricken heart and soul. 

But there was no time for reflection, even if her narcotic-filled mind had 
been capable of thinking rational thoughts. All hell was breaking out around 
her and the room was filled with Travis' harsh shouts as he tried to 
reestablish order among the over excited group of clients. Most of them had 
stripped away their clothing by now, all hoping to be next in line. Several 
men climbed on the bed simultaneously, wrestling with one another in their 
haste to plow into her willing, well lubricated cunt. There were men's 
bodies all over her and Jane closed her eyes and gave up trying to keep 
track of them all, not particularly caring any more who won, so long as 
someone came shooting into her belly as soon as possible. 

It was a cock she wanted, nothing more. The cock did not need a face or a 
personality attached to it, so long as it was hard and straight and thickly 
swollen and capable of doing the job she needed done. 

A man seemed to have fought his way into the saddle and the girl raised her 
hips to receive him like a blessing. She never did manage to distinguish his 
face, but his long thick penis was excited and hard and he drove right into 
her without a moment's foreplay or preparation. 

He had no sooner started when the long denied release hit her with the full 
force of a tidal wave breaking across the beach and sweeping everything away 
with it. Joy, pure, solid, unmistakable joy flooded over her face as the man 
began to spew endlessly into her, adding his own little offering of cum to 
the flood which had already been deposited there by the others in that long 
lewd morning. As the orgasm swept over her passion-contorted body, she 
wallowed gloriously in a sea of cum and a forest of cocks and for awhile, 
the no longer innocent young girl floated off into her own private dream 
world, losing track of the riotous confusion going on all around her. 

When she bobbed to the surface again, she had been rolled over on her 
stomach, her legs stretched unnaturally far apart, and a different man was 
shooting off from behind up into her cum-drenched, totally satisfied little 
cunt. Travis was shouting directions, acting like the air controller at a 
busy airport as men crawled over her battered and abused young body like 
ants. She was conscious enough to enjoy the man behind her, even though she 
could not see his face, but she could feel the blunt heavy end of his penis 
stuck rudely in the dripping wet crevice of her cunt. He slammed forward 
again, pushing her roughtly up a few inches on the bed until her face was at 
the edge of the mattress, and the dazzled young blonde felt another pair of 
hands seize her head in a savage death grip and turn her face towards him. 

The man was standing next to the bed with his rigidly erected cock thrust 
crudely in the girl's face and lying alongside her cheek. Even when 
perfectly normal, Jane would not have understood precisely what he was up 
to, and in her dazed confused condition, she was totally perplexed, since 
the man seemed to be rubbing the broad oozing head of his penis across the 
trembling delicate surface of her lips. This struck her as strange and she 
opened her mouth to utter a protest. 

It was a fatal move. With lightning speed, the unknown man shoved forward, 
thrusting his fully extended member into the moist dark sanctuary of her 
mouth before she could get her wits together and snap her teeth defensively 
shut. She was impaled at both ends and the man in front of her began to saw 
viciously in and out of her face as if her mouth were simply another cunt 
for him to violate as he wished. Jane gagged at the pulsating hugeness in 
her throat, as the man sank his blood-swollen cock up into her mouth almost 
to the hilt and his balls slapping obscenely against her delicate skin with 
every blood-thirsty lunge. Struggling to breathe, Jane had no time to adjust 
to this depraved new invasion since another man seized one outstretched hand 
and fastened her fingers tightly around his cock while someone else was 
tormenting the firmly rounded half-moons of her buttocks. She was surrounded 
by men, all doing their best at once to use her nakedly defenseless body for 
their own peculiar pleasures. 

It was a real orgy, but Jane had ceased to care very much about the 
indignities being heaped upon her vulnerable flesh. In fact, it was the very 
helplessness of her position which was beginning to excite her powerfully. 
She was being fucked brutally back and forth between two total strangers 
whose faces she had not even seen and whose names she did not know, and the 
whole idea began to excite her enormously. 

For some perverse reason which she could not explain or identify, she wanted 
to be used like this, and the worse, the better! 

Slowly, the tall blonde girl began to react again, her buttocks undulating 
backwards with increasing speed while she experimented with the man's penis 
which she held in her mouth. Under normal circumstances, the whole idea of 
sucking a man's penis would have repelled her, but in this 
marijuana-inspired madness, she let her tongue wash slowly over the bluntly 
jabbing instrument, tasting it with curiosity. 

The inexorable hunger in her belly was starting to rise again like the tide 
on a windy night, and once again the girl seemed to be falling into a kind 
of sexual trance where she was all body and no mind. Viciously, she sucked 
on the unknown man's lust-hardened cock, her tongue licking wildly as the 
blood-engorged tip slashed furiously in and out between her tightly ovaled 
lips. In her confusion, she somehow understood that she had to suck him 
until he came, using her tongue and her lips until he reached his shattering 
orgasm inside the unnatural cavity of her mouth. 

"Here it comes, baby, and I wanna see that Adam's apple go up and down!" she 
heard him order from somewhere above her and his prediction came true a 
second later, from both ends. 

The man who had been savagely pummeling her over worked cunt from behind 
suddenly gave a low pleasure-groan and the girl tightened her buttocks as 
she felt his cock grow larger and more rigid deep inside her and then begin 
spewing its white-hot load of cum into her widely dilated cunt. Her body 
jerked convulsively as he fucked into her, and in the same terrible moment, 
she instinctively increased the pressure of her lips on the man who was 
violating her mouth and his cock exploded furiously in response, sending a 
torrent of steaming white cum into the warmly receptive depths of her 
throat. Her cheeks bellowed out like a balloon as the lewd male cum filled 
her mouth, but she remembered his stern instructions and struggled not to 
lose a drop of the precious lust-inspiring liquid, gulping it down as the 
wildly ejaculating organ spurted against the roof of her mouth. He pulled 
his limp, deflating penis free of her cum-coated lips as she swallowed the 
last of the pungent fluid and another man immediately took his place. 

Things became confused after that and Jane lost track of who was fucking her 
or where. Orgasms followed one after another and often she would explode 
with ecstasy the moment a man entered her battered and bruised young body. 
The men were coming back for seconds soon and when the marijuana finally 
caught up with her, she slowly passed out, thinking as she felt her drugged 
consciousness slipping away from her that she had touched the absolute 
bottom of the barrel at last and would have nothing more to fear from this 
day forward since there was no place to go from here but up. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Dan had tried to give up using vulgar words when he got out of the army, but 
unfortunately there was only one word in the English language which 
adequately described how he felt at the moment: shitty! A couple of things 
had gone right since his arrival at the university, that much could not be 
denied. He had, for example, begun work on all his courses and gotten a head 
start on the required reading for the term. His professors were all very 
interesting people and the lectures were sometimes fascinating and he could 
already tell that he was not going to encounter too much difficulty in 
getting top grades. 

But he still felt depressed. After leaving Jane Holloway at the train 
station that night, he had gone immediately to the apartment of his friends 
Bob and Alice who were living together in a comfortable spacious apartment 
just off campus. They had invited him to stay permanently, using the spare 
bedroom, but after a couple of days, he had decided to leave and get a room 
in the men's dormitory. For one thing, Alice bore a striking resemblance to 
Jane, and every time he looked at his friend's wife, she got him thinking 
about the girl he had met on the train and this kept him in a continual 
state of depression. He had checked with the registrar's office, asking for 
the address of a freshman girl student named Jane Holloway, and had been 
informed that there was no such person registered at the university, and 
this had really thrown him into a tailspin. 

What the hell had become of her? Had she been lying to him that afternoon on 
the train, merely pretending to be an incoming student? If so, why would 
anyone bother to do such a thing? And if she had not been lying, what on 
earth had happened to her? People don't just disappear! Yes, as a 
matter-of-fact, in places like New Orlenas, people disappear quite 
regularly, he reminded himself, and it was this end of it that worried Dan 
particularly. If he only had not let her wander off on her own that night! 

There was nothing to be done, of course. He had considered going to the 
police, but immediately recognized that this was foolish. More likely than 
not, they would laugh him out of the police station, and if the girl had 
really disappeared, her family and the university would all be looking for 
her. There was really nothing he could do. 

Except sit around and moan over her, which is precisely what he had spent a 
whole week doing. Really, she had been the nicest looking girl he had ever 
seen, and they could be having a real ball here together. Instead, he was 
sharing a room with two stupid mugs, Ned Jenkins and Frank Hanley, both rich 
kids who were freshmen students like himself, but naturally a few years 
younger since neither of them had done their military service yet, and 
probably wouldn't since they could both afford to stay in school until they 
were over the draft age. 

They were both about equally loud and vulgar, exactly the same kind of jerks 
Dan had learned to dislike in the Army. They spent most of their evenings 
out carousing and drinking instead of studying, and then barged into their 
dorm room drunk as a pair of skunks around three o'clock in the morning 
waking him up while he was trying to get a few hours sack time before an 
eight o'clock class. The rest of the time, they talked about "screwing" 
girls in the most vulgar possible fashion, and in general, did everything 
they could think of to irritate the "old-timer" (as they called him) who 
shared their room. 

And now the weekend was coming up. Two whole days of nothingness staring him 
in the face! Two days of putting up with Ned and Frank and their 
empty-headed conversation about broads and booze. Of course, Bob and Alice 
were away for the weekend and he had a standing invitation to use their 
place, plus a key, so he could go there whenever he wanted to, but somehow 
the idea of spending Friday night in an empty apartment depressed him even 
more. 

Ned was snoring noisily on the couch and Dan Wollinski looked at him 
balefully. The young man stayed up virtually all night every night, banging 
in and out and disturbing his sleep, and then made up for it by sleeping all 
day himself and complaining bitterly every time Dan snapped his ball-point 
pen. Frank was out someplace, lining up dates for the night, and Dan longed 
for the moment when the two of them would take off for their evening's 
entertainment and leave him alone with his melancholy. 

Damn! He thought angrily. If things had worked out properly, he could be 
headed out for an evening on the town with Jane on his arm. Maybe, if their 
romance had prospered, the two of them could have set up housekeeping 
together with Bob and Alice, who had, in fact, suggested that he find 
himself a girl and move in with them to share expenses. 

He heard heavy footsteps coming down the hall, and groaned internally, 
knowing that this was Frank coming back to get his partner for their 
evening's adventures. Now there would be two hours of commotion while the 
two of them shaved, changed their clothes, bragged about the sex they were 
going to get tonight, and finally disappeared to drink themselves into a 
stupor. 

"Hail, good brethren!" proclaimed Frank coming through the door with his 
customary crash. "Rejoice, my brothers, for I bring tidings of great joy 
which shall be ours on this very eve." 

"You'll have to excuse him," explained Ned, looking up sleepily from his 
couch. "He's taking that course in Shakespeare and it's starting to get to 
him." 

"Rise, comrades from your beds of pain. You have nothing to lose but your 
rocks!" 

"What is he talking about?" grumbled Dan, in no mood to listen to Frank's 
nonsense. 

"He's telling us we're going to get laid, I think," suggested Ned. "Speak 
great prophet, tell us whereof you goeth." 

"Yea verily," continued the student, already a little drunk. "I hath 
discovered the address of a house of the most ill repute wherein there 
resides a damsel of great beauty who is said to work great deeds with her 
little cunt. I prey ye to follow me with the greatest haste so that we may 
fuck the night away." 

"Will you guys get out of here!" snapped Dan with poorly concealed 
irritation. "I've got fifty pages of this book to finish." 

"Thou has studied much, O wise and ancient one," quoth Ned, still playing 
the fool, "and me thinks it is time that thou had some action in the sack 
lest your humble roommates think thee too old for these boyish delights!" 

"Yeah, come on, Dan," urged Frank. "We've got to stay with this guy or 
somebody'll kill him if he starts spouting Shakespeare in a whore house." 

"That somebody would do both Shakespeare and mankind a noble service," 
answered Dan, but he was considering the proposition. He had vowed to 
himself that he would never again pay for it, and he was not about to go 
back on his promise now, but the truth of the matter was that he had spent 
his whole first week on campus daydreaming about Jane and studying like hell 
the rest of the time, and he knew absolutely no one in New Orleans except 
these two jerks. Was an evening in their company better or worse than an 
evening alone? You could always go along for the ride and make sure that 
neither one of them got into trouble, he told himself. It would be dull, but 
he had to get out of this stifling dorm room or face the prospect of going 
clear out of his mind. 

"I'll go along to make sure that the two of you get back in one piece, but 
you'll have to take care of this spectacular dame on your own. I don't 
indulge." 

"Hurrah, and the keys to mine noble chariot are thine for the night," raved 
Ned, tossing him the keys to his new European sports car. "Mine father has 
threatened me with harsh measures, my brethren, should I chance to total 
another chariot and it is better that one possessed with the spirit of 
sobriety navigate us to and from our promised joy." 

The standard two hours of preparations were shortened into one since his 
roommates were both anxious to get on the road, and by ten o'clock, Dan 
Wollinski found himself at the wheel of a nifty Italian sports car that 
deserved a better owner than Frank Hanley. The two other boys, by now both 
slightly drunk, climbed in as well and Dan took off down the street. 

"Twenty-two Peurgeot Avenue is the appointed place, O charioteer! Clear 
across town and watch out for the lights of red and the men in blue." 

Twenty-two Peurgeot Avenue rang a bell in Dan's mind, but he could not quite 
recall where he had heard the address before, and after awhile, he gave up 
trying. The neighborhood was distinctly on the seedy side and he worried 
about someone grabbing the car while they were inside, so he parked it under 
one of the few street lights which had not been broken and locked it 
carefully before slipping the keys into his pocket and following his two 
friends inside of Maxine's. 

It was a medium slow night at the brothel, since in the first week of Jane's 
residence there, most of the regulars had come by to pay their carnal 
respects to her and gone on their way to spread the word among their 
friends. A steady trickle of men had been coming and going all day, and 
Maxine and Travis were satisfied, knowing that any new product takes time to 
become established on the market. 

"Hello, fellows," Travis called a friendly greeting as the three young men 
came into the lobby. "See you've heard about our new girl, eh?" 

"Fortunately, Ned was now too drunk to do his imitation of Shakespeare, or 
Travis would have thrown the three of them out on the street. 

"Yeah, hear you've got a little gal here who really puts a battle before you 
get to do your stuff," he remarked, wondering how much this was going to set 
them all back. 

"Twenty-five a throw, gents, and she's all yours. Gonna tackle her all three 
together or one at a time?" 

"I'll sit this one out, if you don't mind," Dan said, looking at the big 
bouncer a little nervously. "If there's a bar in the house, I might like a 
drink while my friends here are uh ... visiting the young lady." 

"One of them goody-goody types, eh? Well, I don't mind selling a little 
booze on the side. Make yourself comfortable, sport, and I'll have somebody 
bring you a whiskey. How 'bout you boys?" 

"We've had our whiskey, friend. Lead us to your lady fair." 

"Teamwork, eh? Maybe I'll join you and we'll make it a threesome," Travis 
offered, including himself uninvited in the party because he saw a chance to 
show off his masculine powers in front of these sallow schoolboys. Then he 
turned to Dan. "If you get lonesome, sonny, we'll be right down the hall in 
that end doorway there. No need to knock 'cause we're all friends here," he 
said to the good looking ex-soldier who had stretched out comfortably on the 
couch and located an old magazine to read while he waited for his roommates. 
The ex-soldier nodded at Travis, and breathed a sigh of relief as he 
disappeared down the hall with Ned and Frank. 

* * * 

Jane had given up. She had tried almost every approach there was to the 
situation, and the scene always finished the same way with her on the bottom 
being ravaged by every man who walked through the door. The marijuana only 
made matters worse since she lost control completely whenever she smoked it 
and turned her into the worst whore in the place. Without the marijuana, it 
was just plain hell, but she tended to resist more and get beaten up worse 
as a result. And either way, the end was the same. 

The imprisoned young girl paced back and forth in her room, wondering what 
day it was and whether or not she would ever get out of this place alive. 
She had no idea what kind of plan Travis might have in mind for getting rid 
of her, since it was obvious he could not hold her prisoner forever. Or 
could he? Or, more likely, did he have a plan to silence her forever once 
her usefulness was ended? 

There was someone coming and she heard the key turn in the lock. You must go 
down fighting, she told herself. There's no other way! Resist until you die! 

Well, look at what we got here, commented Ned as he stepped through the 
doorway, followed by Frank and Travis. "All undressed and nowhere to go." 

It was a desperate maneuver, but Jane knew she had to make her move while 
the door was still open and unlocked. If she could somehow fight her way 
past these three men, she would stand a chance of making it to the street. 
It made no difference that she was naked, since dozens of men had looked at 
every part of her naked body for a week, and her sense of modesty was now 
somewhat dulled. She had to have her freedom at any cost! 

"What? Watch out!" shouted Travis, seeing that she still had some fight left 
in her. The girl had darted for the door, her fingernails clawing at Ned's 
face and her knee swinging dangerously toward Frank's unprotected groin. 
There was a few seconds of wild confusion and screaming by the door before 
the burly Travis got his wits together and intervened decisively, slapping 
her brutally back onto the bed. 

"Told ya this one had some steam left in her," he panted, nursing a long 
ugly scratch in his arm, left by the girl's sharp fingernails. "Okay, sonny, 
yer on stage. Do yer stuff!" 

He patted Ned on the back, and the young man strode angrily forward, ashamed 
at having been caught so far off balance by a mere girl and anxious to even 
the score. He took two short running steps and then hurled his body through 
the air, knocking Jane clean off the bed and landing on top of her on the 
floor. Jane lay under him, the wind pushed out of her for the minute, and 
her moment of resistance gone and forgotten. The door was locked now and her 
opportunity had been lost. Travis would not be caught off-guard a second 
time. 

Ned sat up on top of the naked girl, a cruel sneer playing around his lips. 
The young man had a vicious streak of sadism deep inside of him, only 
partially covered by the expensive education paid for by his father. He had 
never had the opportunity to do exactly what he liked with a really good 
looking woman, but it was slowly occurring to him that this might be the 
chance he had been waiting for. So this one thought she was hot stuff, eh? 
Well Ned Jenkins would show her who was boss. Those full ruby lips of hers 
looked like they could use some action, and he knew just what to do with 
them! 

Jane closed her eyes and waited for her fate like an animal about to be 
slaughtered. The man was running his hands lasciviously all over her full 
voluptuous body, and she knew in advance that he would make it his business 
to humiliate her as much as he could. She would pay for that little 
attempted escape, and then pay again when Travis got her alone with the 
whip. 

"Little one, you and I are going to play a very special game I know," Ned 
informed her cruelly. "On your knees!" 

It was hopeless and Jane knew it. She was surrounded by three full-grown men 
who could make her do any perversely wicked thing they desired. She had no 
idea which particular perversion this one had in mind, but after awhile, all 
perversions seemed alike. After a week in the brothel, she had seen them 
all. She tried to cry, but found that no tears would come. 

Even after such a short time, she was getting hard, getting used to abuse 
and maltreatment, and she realized with a pang of regret that she would 
never be the sweet innocent young coed again. Even if she did manage to get 
out of this chamber of horrors alive. She would do as she was told now. Her 
display of bravado was over for today. Perhaps tomorrow she would try again. 
Perhaps if she could really please one of her customers, make one of them 
fall in love with her, perhaps someone would agree to take a note out with 
them or call the police. 

"Take it out, baby," he commanded, indicating his groin. "I got a present in 
there for you." 

Dully she moved to comply, fumbling a little with his belt buckle and then 
drawing down the zipper to reveal a pair of white jockey shorts. His pants 
fell to the floor and the young college student stepped out of them and then 
made the girl remove his shorts. 

His long limp cock dangled obscenely between his legs, and Ned grinned down 
at her sadistically. 

"Hummm, I see that my present isn't in the proper condition to be given 
away. Now we'll have to work on that, won't we little lady?" As he spoke the 
egoistical college freshman slid his hands roughly into her long blonde 
hair, tightening his grip so that he could move her head around as he 
desired, and also hurt her anytime he wished. With a sudden jerk, he yanked 
her face closer to his still flaccid penis. 

"You're going to suck me, baby," he informed her directly. "I want to see 
you suck this old cock of mine till I tell you to stop and not before. You 
understand!" 

Jane understood. It was not the first time one of her customers had made 
this depraved request of her, but the other times she had been flying high 
on marijuana and it had seemed easier. Now she was stone sober, in full 
command of her faculties. The others had simply rammed themselves into her 
open mouth and had not asked her to do anything but endure it. But this man 
was forcing her to do it herself! 

His hands tightened in her hair, reminding her that he still possessed the 
power to make her suffer whenever he wanted. Travis had thrown himself 
comfortably on the bed and was watching with depraved enjoyment. Frank was 
straddling a chair and looking with serious interest as if he were attending 
a scientific demonstration of some kind. Jane opened her eyes to find that 
Ned's long slightly jerking cock was staring her right in the face, only 
inches from her delicate red lips. Grinning like the devil, Ned reached down 
and rubbed the moist thick head of his slowly inflating penis against her 
cheeks, running it up over her nose and then down to her mouth, never once 
loosening his grip on her golden hair. 

"Come on, baby, open up. The time is now," he informed her. 

But Jane felt as if her teeth were glued together. She wanted desperately to 
avoid any more pain, but something inside of her refused to cooperate in 
this lewd experiment, and her mouth remained solidly closed. Angered by this 
show of resistance, Ned yanked again on her hair, forcing an offended cry to 
her lips. As soon as her mouth opened to groan, Ned made his move, jamming 
his lust-bloated cock up into her savagely. Her groan turned into a gurgle 
of distress as she felt the slowly hardening mass of male flesh plow into 
her mouth, almost choking her. Once inside, the man's penis began to expand 
as he excited himself by looking down at the gleaming blue-veined shaft 
stuck obscenely in between her soft red lips. 

"Let's get to work, sweetheart," he warned her. "I want you to suck!" 

Knowing by bitter experience that he was in a position to enforce his wishes 
and would only hurt her again if she tried to rebel, Jane started nibbling 
gently on his large flexible cock, feeling it become firmer and straighter 
by the moment as she caressed him with the sensual softness of her lips. The 
student's eyes were almost bulging from his head as he looked down on the 
suffering, tormented young girl from his position of lofty superiority, 
watching her submissive mouth working slavishly over his rigidly throbbing 
cock. Ned yanked on her soft blonde hair again just out of meanness, and was 
rewarded for this act of casual cruelty by seeing the girl react in fright, 
sucking his cruelly marauding instrument even deeper into the ravaged depths 
of the throat, sucking on him as if her life depended upon it. 

In fact, she was now working almost as if she enjoyed it, having decided to 
make him cum as quickly as possibly and get it over with and hoping to 
please him enough so that he would refrain from hurting her any more. She 
was using her tongue now, lashing back and forth against the sensitive nerve 
endings in his penis and making his hips flick involuntarily back and forth 
as he began to fuck slowly in and out of her widely stretched mouth. 

Things were speeding up now, and the end was not far off. Ned was unbearably 
excited as he stood over the nakedly kneeling blonde like a reigning 
monarch, his hands twisting through the yellow tangle of her hair, mumbling 
all the obscene words and phrases he could think of while he skewered 
mercilessly back and forth, trying to shove his jerking, over stimulated 
instrument all the way down her gurgling throat. 

* * * 

Dan finished the whiskey and glanced at his watch in utter boredom, having 
discovered that the news magazine he had been reading was five years old. A 
couple of the other prostitutes had wandered by and made a half-hearted 
attempt in interesting the good looking young student in their services, but 
Dan had merely smiled and shook his head. He was now contemplating ordering 
another drink to help him pass the time and wishing that he had thought to 
bring one of his textbooks along to study while he waited. It was stupid to 
have come anyway, he reminded himself sourly, how did you expect to get 
cheered up in the waiting room of a second rate whore house? You'd have been 
better off in the dorm room where at least it would be quiet. 

He decided against the drink, feeling that it might affect his studying 
tomorrow morning if he drank too much tonight, and he got up off the couch 
to stretch his legs by pacing back and forth. What the hell was keeping 
those guys? In Viet Nam, nobody ever spent more than ten minutes with a girl 
and his two roommates had been in there for at least half an hour. 

Oh yeah, he remembered, this was the girl who was supposed to put up some 
kind of fight before she gave in and let you get your rocks off. Dan shook 
his head in disgust. Not only did he dislike paying for it, but he had never 
been able to understand the kind of person who liked to mix his sex life up 
with violence. What kind of a jerk did you have to be to enjoy beating up a 
girl? 

A jerk like Ned or Frank, was the answer, of course, and he mentally 
resolved that he was going to get himself transferred to another dorm room 
as soon as possible. 

But for the moment, he still had a real boredom problem and without thinking 
too much about the matter, he decided to stroll around and see how the two 
clowns were making out with this so-called ball of fire. Ignoring a couple 
of the prostitutes, he meandered upstairs to the first door and stopped to 
listen. There was no sound, and Dan accurately guessed that the room had 
been soundproofed for some reason. Looking around him, he spotted another 
door which had been left ajar, and without much curiosity, he glanced 
inside, discovering to his surprise that the door led to a tiny compartment, 
just large enough for a man's body. 

What the hell? he wondered, and stepped inside. It was a two-way mirror and 
suddenly he understood everything. They had had deals like this in Saigon as 
well for the people who thought that sex was a spectator sport. There the 
boys are now, he observed, and old Ned is having the time of his life with 
that gal, and she sure doesn't seem to be putting up much in the way of 
resistance. Dan could not see the girl's face, since it was buried in Ned's 
loins, but he whistled softly in admiration as he surveyed the voluptuous 
young body which knelt submissively before his roommate. Her breasts were 
really something to write home about, heavy and sensuous, and the rest of 
the body was a sight for sore eyes. This girl is really built he mused, 
feeling a little tickle of sexual excitement in his own loins as he watched 
her nakedly gleaming body being buffeted back and forth as Ned fucked 
cruelly into her mouth. 

"Ooooohhhh, suck it, suck it," he heard the younger man groan, his face 
contorted into a mask of pure lust as the girl inched him slowly but surely 
towards an orgasm. Dan felt slightly ashamed of himself for behaving like a 
voyeur, but the scene before him was really erotic and he could not tear his 
eyes away. Ned was moving around to the left now, bracing his back against 
the table, and in another moment Dan would be able to see the kneeling 
girl's face. With a body like that, he decided, it would be too much to ask 
for her to have attractive facial features as well, and.... 

The shock almost knocked him back out of the hidden compartment, and for a 
moment the sturdy ex-soldier thought he was going to faint for the first 
time in his life. It was Jane Holloway, the blonde-haired girl he had met on 
the train! So this is why she had never shown up at the university! 

His eyes widening in shock and horror, Dan's mind searched for a reasonable 
explanation for this incredible appearance of the naive and apparently 
unsophisticated girl in the middle of this two-bit brothel. He watched with 
amazement as the girl cooperated in her own defilement, energetically 
slavering over Ned's penis as if she had been sucking cocks all her life, 
and would rather perform this lewd oral sodomy than anything else in the 
world. Each time the young student surged into her, Dan could see the smooth 
hard glistening flesh of his penis sliding up into the warm moist cavern of 
her mouth puffing out her cheeks. He was really probing deeply now, his 
hands clamped on both sides of her head so that she could not escape or 
wiggle away at the critical moment when his warm sticky sperm came gushing 
out of that unforgiving cock and flooded her innocent mouth. 

Dan tightened his fists with rage. Of course, he told himself savagely, what 
a fool he had been! She had been putting him on royally that day during 
their train ride together, pretending to be chaste and unsure of whether or 
not her hymen was still intact. How she must have laughed at him when he had 
accused her of being a typical small town virgin! And now the truth was out. 
She had obviously never had any intention of going to the university. She 
was headed for New Orleans to make her fortune in a whore house! No wonder 
she would not come with him to Bob and Alice's house; there was no money to 
be made there! 

For a moment, the unhappy young man stood indecisively, irrationally wishing 
he could burst into the room and beat up Ned and then slap the girl around 
too for having cheated him in this way. He had spent a solid week worrying 
and daydreaming about her and all the time she was here in his place having 
the time of her life! 

But this was impossible, and he struggled to get a hold of himself. No, 
there was nothing to be done, and he couldn't even enjoy the satisfaction of 
walking out this house of ill repute into the clean night air, since he had 
the keys to the car and had to ferry Ned and Frank back to the university. 
And all the way home they would boast about the things they had done to this 
fantastic blonde whore. He could not bear the thought of listening to them, 
but watching this depraved spectacle was even worse and the miserable young 
man stumbled out of the concealed compartment and back down the stairs to 
the lobby to resume his long wretched wait. 

* * * 

Jane could feel the hard rubbery tip of his penis brushing lewdly against 
the back of her throat and her mouth was filled to overflowing with a 
lust-inciting mixture of saliva and the pungent-tasting pre-cum oozing from 
the swollen tip of his cock. The student's lust-tightened balls were beating 
steadily against her chin and she realized that he was almost there. 

Ned looked down, a mood of savage joy passing through his mind as he fucked 
ruthlessly into the girl's helplessly imprisoned face. There was nothing he 
liked better than completely humiliating and debasing a woman like this and 
he spat obscenity after obscenity down on her lewdly bobbing blonde head as 
he speared into her like a madman. He had her where he wanted her now and 
his eyes gleamed as he watched the glistening shaft of his cock disappearing 
into the tightly, rounded oval formed by her widely stretched lips. 

Then the student started to feel the familiar symptoms of an oncoming 
orgasm, the roaring in his ears and the hot burning sensation deep in his 
sperm-filled testicles which informed him clearly that he could not expect 
to hold out much longer. He thrust into her as deeply as he could, smiling 
as he heard her choke and gurgle for breath, at the same moment pressing in 
with both his hands on her cheeks to increase the pressure on his hotly 
throbbing cock. A lightning storm of sharp electric impulses seemed to be 
racing through his body and he gripped her head like a vise as he felt the 
savage rush of sperm begin. Great hot floods of fiery cum spurted forward 
from the warm repository of his testicles and streamed out the lust-bloated 
head of his cock into the book of her helplessly waiting mouth, filling her 
as she had never been filled before. 

Jane sputtered and gasped for a moment, but she knew instinctively that her 
labors were not yet finished. The spoiled young college boy was moaning 
sensuously above her as he emptied the obscene liquid from his loins into 
the warm moist sanctuary of her mouth, and she dutifully continued to suck 
on him until he commanded her to stop, gulping automatically as the viscous 
cum filled her mouth and not daring to risk offending him by spitting it 
out. 

Then, with a moan, he released her, allowing his slowly deflating cock to 
slip out from between her cum-coated lips, a thin string of the thick white 
liquid still connecting the tip of her tongue and the jerking glans of his 
penis. The girl let her exhausted body go limp and she rolled helplessly 
back on the floor to await the next lewd, depraved act upon her 
defenselessly trapped body. Nothing mattered now, because they had done the 
worst thing possible to her and there was nothing more savagely depraved 
than this. Even if they did it again and again, nothing could be as terrible 
as the first time, and she would get used to this, just like she had 
accustomed herself to having perfect strangers throw her on her back and 
plunge their long hard cocks up into her belly. 

"Oh man, that was great," gasped Ned as he stretched out on the bed, his now 
deflated cock still twitching moistly as he slowly recovered his sanity. 
"She's got a mouth like satin! I gotta do it again as soon as I get my 
hard-on back!" 

"Only fifteen dollars for seconds," commented Travis quickly, his keen 
commercial sense not blunted in the slightest by his growing sexual 
excitement. Were it not for the money involved, the bouncer would have 
thrown these two creepy college boys out long ago and used Jane for his own 
nefarious devices, but he was in business to make money, and that meant 
letting some of the others have their fun with her as well. Besides, it 
provided a special kind of perverted excitement for him to watch another man 
abuse this helpless creature, and his long hard cock was twitching with 
steadily growing stimulation. 

"My turn," asserted Frank quickly, getting up from his chair and approaching 
the girl. The young man had already stripped for action and his thin long 
cock was just as ready as he was, waving from side to side in front of him 
like a conductor's baton as he walked. "And I want some of the same." 

"Trouble with you university boys is that you got no imagination," commented 
Travis suddenly, adjusting his pants to hide the enormous erection which had 
arisen in the past few minutes. "A couple of copycats!" 

"What do you mean?" inquired Frank, pausing as he hovered over the nakedly 
submissive girl. "It's either fuck or suck, isn't it? Or have you invented a 
new way?" 

"There's another way, boys, but I didn't invent it. You ever try any of that 
rear end stuff?" 

Frank looked dubious for a moment, and then a slow lascivious grin broke 
across his cruel face. This was something he had never before had the 
opportunity to try with a girl, but from all that he had heard it was the 
ultimate in sexual pleasure for the man, although most women found it 
distinctly less enjoyable. It was something he had always wanted to have a 
go at, and this was his chance, perhaps the only opportunity he would ever 
have. He was not entirely clear about this girl's status in the whore house 
and she certainly did not resemble the usual prostitute in any way, but she 
seemed to have very little to say about what was done to her. Travis was 
obviously the boss here, and if he said it was okay to tackle that nice 
tight little ass, then who was he to say otherwise? 

"I might need some help, fellows," he decided. "She doesn't look too happy 
about the idea." 

"She ain't got nuttin' to say about it," growled Travis with a warning look 
in her direction. "This little broad does what she's told to, or Uncle 
Travis gets real mean, don't he, honey?" 

Jane nodded dumbly, not entirely clear about what they proposed to do to 
her. To her inexperienced ears, "rear end stuff sounded as if Frank intended 
to take her like a dog while she knelt on the bed. While none of this was 
pleasant, she actually preferred this position, since she did not have to 
look at her" tormentor while he abused her. And at this point, her shame and 
humiliation were so complete that it hardly made any difference what lewd 
position they forced her into; there was no surprises left for Jane 
Holloway. 

But she was wrong. There was one surprise left, something none of her other 
clients had dared to try with her. But by the time she realized what it was, 
it was too late to do anything about it. 

"Get her!" snapped Travis, and the three men rushed forward-like soldiers 
assaulting a fortification. Before she could cry out, or argue with them, 
the girl felt herself lifted bodily up into the air and thrown on her 
stomach on the bed. She was so totally exhausted from the ordeal she had 
just been through that she hardly bothered to resist. After all, what good 
could it possibly do to put up another fight at this stage of the game? 
There were three strong men in the room with her, any one of whom was tough 
enough to beat her into submission. 

Without explaining what they were up to, Frank positioned himself behind her 
up between her outstretched legs while Ned and Travis lifted her hips up off 
the mattress, forcing her to kneel up with her sleekly rounded buttocks 
waving in the air while the two men pinned her shoulders to the surface of 
the bed. 

"Get her arms over her head," ordered Travis. "We don't want no interference 
once junior gets going here. And that little cherry don't look like it's 
gonna be all that easy to get through." 

Slowly but surely it began to filter through Jane's innocent mind that this 
was not going to be merely another unfeeling assault on her tortured vagina. 
They were after something much more depraved this time. 

"Don't hurt me," she pleaded, knowing in advance that anything she said 
would only make matters worse. 

"Now don't you worry about a thing, blondie," Frank reassured her 
unconvincingly. "We're just trying to further your education, and widen your 
... uh ... your outlook on things. Don't tell me this is the first time 
you've gotten it in the ass?" 

Jane's mind was stricken by a sudden paralysis as she digested these vicious 
words. She had been prepared mentally and physically for almost any other 
torture they chose to inflict upon her, but this was unheard of. It wasn't 
even natural! It was inhuman! Surely the man was trying to frighten her, to 
scare her! He wanted her to plead and beg for mercy and then pretend to 
change his mind and penetrate her in the usual way. Oh God, he couldn't 
really mean it! 

But she failed to convince herself that Frank was kidding and instinctively 
she tightened her buttocks together protectively, the terror of the thought 
sending shudders of fear through her softly voluptuous young body. They'll 
kill me, she told herself in the darkest despair. They're going to keep me 
here forever and ever, just doing worse and worse things to me until someone 
goes too far and I die. And this could be it right now! 

"Oh baby, you have got the most beautiful little ass I have ever laid my 
eyes on!" proclaimed Frank blissfully. "And I intend to lay more than my 
eyes on it before I'm finished." 

The girl clenched her teeth as she felt his hard demanding hands on the 
flaccid half-moons of her buttocks, separating the tightly clenched cheeks 
with brute force and his fingernails digging cruelly into her soft delicate 
nether flesh as he struggled to open her up. Jane did her best to resist, 
but her position was not really suitable for fighting off this kind of 
depraved attack, and suddenly cruelly, he spread her apart until she could 
feel the warm air in the room blowing gently over the tiny unprotected 
little anal opening. 

"Oh man, that's as tight as a bull's ass in fly time," Frank muttered, 
having given her helplessly upthrust rectum a careful inspection. "Hold on 
tight, fellows, I'm going to prepare the way a little." 

As he probed with the tip of his middle finger at the nakedly defenseless 
entrance to her virginal young rectum, Jane tightened the puckered little 
lips in a last-ditch effort to avoid the inevitable. She knew it was coming 
anyway despite her frantic efforts to protect herself, but somehow she could 
not force her terror-stricken body to relax and accept this final 
degradation. Frank probed persistently, running his saliva moistened finger 
around the tight elastic circle to tease her a little, and then pushed 
forward unexpectedly, sinking the finger in as far as the first knuckle and 
forcing an anguished cry to her lips. The pain was not as acute as she had 
feared, but the humiliation was every bit as unbearable as she had imagined 
it would be. There she was, spread out on her hands and knees, her smoothly 
rounded buttocks stuck obscenely up in the air and her heavy womanly breasts 
crushed into the mattress below while this college maniac pushed his fingers 
into the delicate interior of her unprotected little anus. 

She hoped he would be satisfied with what he had already done and go no 
further, but she was dealing with a most unpleasant young man, and his 
perverted lusts had not yet begun to be satisfied. This was only the first 
step and there were many more to follow. Jane relaxed a little, weary from 
the effort of concentrating so much energy in one part of her body and the 
boy seized the opportunity to worm in a second finger alongside of the 
first. This time it really hurt and her body convulsed in agony despite the 
two muscular men who were holding her fast. 

"Oh please don't do that," she begged piteously. "That's ... that's just 
awful!" It seemed like a ridiculous thing to say, and the three heartless 
men evidently found it so, since the room was filled with peals of cruel 
lascivious laughter. 

"Oh, of course it's awful," repeated Frank, mimicking her refined cultured 
accents. "That's why we like to do it. We're awful people!" 

For the first time in several days, Jane felt that she was really able to 
cry at last, even though crying was not going to do the slightest bit of 
good in her present circumstance. So they had not been kidding her. This 
degenerate young man was really going to make love to her back there! And to 
think that ten minutes ago it never would have occurred to her that such a 
lewd thing was even possible. Why hadn't her parents ever told her about 
such things? 

Jane wiggled desperately, gyrating her buttocks from side to side in one 
last attempt to break away from him, but Frank controlled her easily, 
digging his fingers into the soft vulnerable flesh of her milk-white hips 
while he worked his two fingers in and out of the dark moist anal hole 
trying to widen it enough to make his entrance. 

"Now we're getting somewhere," he commented calmly, digging into her 
virginal rectum one last time and then yanking his fingers free with a 
sudden jerk. "I'm ready to roll, friends, hold on to her!" 

Forcing her knees still farther apart with his muscular legs, Frank dropped 
his head down between the quivering cheeks of her buttocks and moistened the 
tiny little anus with his tongue in order to lubricate the small elastic 
circle and make it easier for himself. He was already over-excited at the 
prospects of bringing off this lewd sodomistic invasion, and Jane could feel 
his body shaking with sexual stimulation behind her as he lapped at her like 
a dog and her anus throbbed with helpless terror. 

She was helpless now, and ready to be pierced and Jane felt his hands clasp 
firmly on her hips in order to hold them still as he maneuvered his long 
thick dagger-like cock into position for the obscene impalement. The huge, 
blood-filled tip of his cock pressed lightly at the tiny entrance, and 
another tremor of shock raced coldly through the girl's abused young body. 
It seemed too large, much larger than it had looked a few minutes before 
when she had caught a glimpse of him coming toward her. The experiment was 
doomed to failure in advance, she decided with relief, because he could 
never get that huge thing up inside of her. Certain things were simply 
impossible! 

But Frank was not ready to concede defeat, although he too was wondering if 
Travis' suggestion was really practical. He placed his thumbs directly into 
the deeply quivering crevice and began stretching the small puckered little 
circle which was barricading the tiny entrance to her rectum. The flesh was 
rubbery and resistant beneath his fingers, but bit by bit he could feel it 
yield as he applied a steadily remorseless pressure. 

"Noooooooooooh!" she groaned, knowing that the worst was yet to come. 
"Pleasssssssssssse. I'll do anything you ask, but not this." 

"You'll do anything we ask, and this too!" Travis grinned down at her, as 
Frank rammed his long desire-hardened cock into the tightly clasped crevice 
and began to apply deadly pressure to the nether entrance to her body. 

Jane screamed as she felt the pain mount, but no one was listening to her 
agony, and she herself was only conscious of the sharp relentless pressure 
against her. The tightly resisting ring struggled for as long as the 
strength of her frail muscles would permit, and then surrendered and the 
room echoed With a loud obscene sound as the huge bulbous tip slipped up 
inside of her cringing little anus. 

"Oh Christ, it's tight!" groaned Frank from behind her, but Jane hardly 
heard this mild complaint as she was completely wrapped up in her own 
problems. Worse than the actual pain, which was unbearable by itself, was 
the mental anguish of knowing what was happening to her. The terrible 
penetration of this man's death-dealing instrument was vibrating through her 
body like an earthquake, and her painfully wide split rectum felt as if a 
great solid log had suddenly been jammed up inside of it, stretching every 
tortured fibre of her widely dilated anal passage to the breaking point. It 
hurt her to scream, so she merely grunted in grief and horror, wiggling 
futilely in a hopeless attempt to break away from this rear-guard action. 

Frank pushed again, not satisfied with merely embedding the tip of his 
rigidly thickened cock up inside of the unnatural sanctuary of her 
helplessly trapped rectum. He wanted the whole experience of violating a 
woman anally. She grunted again as he wormed steadily up into her, pushing 
the tender anal flesh inside of her ahead of his cruelly advancing cock 
until his heavy sperm-filled balls slapped noisily against the softly 
hair-covered lips of her neglected cunt below. 

She was pierced, penetrated, skewered like an animal on a spit, and the 
man's huge cudgel filled her anus like a cork pounded into a wine bottle. 

Frank was overly excited by the depraved sensuality of this perverted 
sodomy, and the young student hovered over her tormentedly kneeling body, 
growling at her every vile obscenity which came into his degenerate mind. 
Jane had never felt so humiliated or debauched in all the days of her life 
as he began slowly but surely sawing in and out of her, using the delicate 
internal flesh of her rectum for his own selfish carnal pleasure. The long 
punishing rod glided through her narrowly clasping hole with smooth 
tormenting strokes, pulling tiny ridges of pink flesh out with it on the 
backstroke just as if he were in the process of turning her inside out. Jane 
could hear Travis and Ned chuckling lewdly above her, even though she could 
not see them, and the anguished girl could feel the stern pressure of their 
rough hands on her shoulders as they pressed her harshly into the mattress. 

Never before in her life had she been so helpless! She was pinned like a 
butterfly in a collection, held slavishly in this degrading kneeling 
position like an Egyptian slave prostrate before the Pharoah. Despite the 
fact that the two men were practically sitting on her, Jane's body began to 
quiver and shake uncontrollably every time Frank seared into her with an 
extra hard push. She could hear him grunting and groaning with pure animal 
pleasure behind her, and hated herself for involuntarily giving him so much 
enjoyment when she would much rather have killed him on the spot. If she 
could somehow get back at him for what he was doing to her! If there were 
some way to make him cry out with pain! 

* * * 

Dan Wollinski sat tensely on the sofa in the waiting room, looking at his 
watch on an average of once every thirty seconds. During basic training when 
he was forced to crawl around in the mud with sergeants screaming at him 
constantly, he had thought that he was as miserable as a human being could 
possibly get. Later, in Viet Nam, when the Viet Cong had attacked their 
encampment-his first night in the field, killing the men on either side of 
him, he had revised his earlier judgement, deciding that that was as unhappy 
as he could possibly get. But now he was learning that there was another 
level of misery even farther down the scale than that! 

Face it, you jerk, he was telling himself savagely. You fell in love with 
the little whore, didn't you. You had your whole life all planned out and 
you just included her into your future without thinking about the 
possibility that she wouldn't fit in. You thought she was too innocent to be 
allowed to walk the streets alone, but you were mistaken. It's you who 
belongs back in grammar school! 

On top of everything else, the young ex-trooper was sexually aroused, 
bothered by a hard throbbing erection inside his pants that would not go 
away and could not be forgotten. The scene of Jane Holloway, humbly 
crouching on her knees and accepting Ned's long stiffened penis up into the 
warm moist sanctuary of her mouth, had made a permanent impression on him, a 
scene he would remember as long as he lived. 

You could go and get your rocks off, he advised himself lewdly. You could 
get in line behind Frank and fuck her until she screamed for mercy. You owe 
yourself something for what she's put you through! A little revenge might 
help you forget. 

But he shook his head in sorrow. No it was impossible. She might be a whore, 
but he could never face her again and if he made love to her, he might find 
himself more hopelessly entangled with her than before. Imagine falling in 
love with a whore! 

"Hey baby, you gonna sit here all night alone?" 

Dan had been so involved with his own dark thoughts that he had not heard 
the woman walk barefoot into the room, and he jumped a little in surprise. 

"Ah! didn't mean to upset you, honey," she soothed him. "It's just friendly 
little Jessica, come in to see if she couldn't help you with a hard problem. 
Come on up to my room, lover and we'll see if we can't get that nasty frown 
off your handsome face." 

Caught off-guard, Dan smiled back at the woman as he inspected her. She was 
at least ten years older than he was, and had the free and easy manners of a 
girl who has spent most of her adult life within the confines of a brothel, 
but Jessica had taken the trouble to preserve her figure and her looks, 
knowing that they constituted her only means of livelihood. At about 
thirty-five, she was still supple and sexy-looking, particularly in the 
costume she was wearing at this moment which consisted merely of a black 
see-through brassiere, frilly siik panties and long dark stockings. 

Dan went through a short and losing battle with his conscience. All right, 
he had vowed he would never again go to bed with a prostitute, but this was 
surely a special case. There he was, his heart broken and his cock standing 
up like the Empire State building and what else was he supposed to do? Maybe 
this gal could cheer him up a little, help him to forget about Jane 
Holloway. 

"Anything you like, honey," she encouraged him gently, smiling in his 
direction as if she understood exactly what he was thinking about. "Just 
close your eyes and pretend it's the girl you'd really like to be in bed 
with." 

That did it. Dan got to his feet, flashed her a friendly grin, and the two 
of them walked hand in hand up the creaky set of stairs to Jessica's room. 

"What would you like me to do, lover?" she asked him seductively as he 
reached deftly behind her to unfasten the brassiere and free her heavily 
sensuous breasts. Dan felt his cock jerk instinctively in his pants as her 
swollen brown nipples tumbled free of their confinement, and her eyes 
dropped to the front of his pants. "Hummmm, I see we're all ready. What were 
you waiting for down there, honey, an engraved invitation?" 

She was a really nice girl, Dan decided, even if she was a professional, and 
the young man felt his body relax as he climbed out of his pants. For some 
reason, Dan felt at ease with her, as if she were an old friend to whom he 
could talk without embarrassment. 

"I came here with a couple of friends," he confessed. "They're down 
entertaining themselves with your colleague Jane." 

"Yeah, I might have guessed," responded Jessica. "And you were waiting for 
your turn to ... hey, how come you know her name? Is she that famous 
already?" 

"Nah, I ran into her on the train coming down here. I didn't even know she 
was a ... I mean, I didn't realize she was in this business." 

"She wasn't then," giggled Jessica vaguely, bending over to strip off the 
shiny silk panties and turning around to face him, stark naked except for 
her long black stockings. "And I wish somebody'd put her back on the train 
to wherever she came from! I haven't had a customer in a week. I know the 
boss is getting rich off that little broad, but she's ruining morale in this 
place like crazy. Who ever heard of a one-girl cathouse?" 

At this point, Dan ceased to think very clearly for awhile because Jessica's 
arms had gone around his neck and she was pressing her voluptuously full 
breasts into his chest and kissing him with a fair approximation of genuine 
passion. Or perhaps, he wondered, it's real. After all, she hasn't had a 
customer in a week and these gals probably need it worse than anyone. He 
tumbled her over backwards onto the bed and crawled over her waiting, 
willing body when the next thought struck him. 

"What do you mean when you say she probably wasn't a prostitute when I met 
her?" he demanded, an ugly suspicion creeping into his brain. "Why did she 
come here if she wasn't a prostitute?" 

"That's the question of the year, baby," Jessica giggled, her hand snaking 
agilely down the front of his undershorts to stroke the thick smooth 
foreskin of his desire-hardened cock. "I don't guess it was her idea, and 
maybe Travis used some muscle ... well, I'll be giving away some company 
secrets in a minute if I ain't careful." 

"Give away some secrets," Dan urged her. "If she wasn't a prostitute before, 
how did she get to become one so fast? Come on, baby, talk!" 

The call-girl's face froze as she realized that her youthful client was 
serious and she did her best to make him forget about the blonde-haired 
captive on the floor below them. Moving quickly, she rolled Dan over on his 
back, her head diving in the direction of his loins. 

"Let's suck," she proposed obscenely. "I'll just make you real happy down 
here and you can close your eyes and pretend I'm Jane if you want to. I 
don't mind." 

"I want to do more than think about Jane," the young man snarled, seizing 
the older woman by the hair and dragging her parted lips away from his 
excited penis. "I want to know more about her. Was she brought here by 
force?" 

"I'll tell you two things, Mister," Jessica spat back at him, starting to 
lose her temper with this difficult client. "First of all, she walked in 
here of her own free will, and secondly if you hurt me, Travis is gonna beat 
the hell out of you. I'll fuck or suck or do just about anything else a 
woman can do, but if you wanna work out your aggressions, do it someplace 
else." 

"Answer one more question," Dan said, lowering his voice and realizing that 
he had made a tactical error. "Is she here of her own free will? Can she 
walk out any time she wants to?" 

"I told you those were company secrets!" snapped the older woman, shaking 
his hand out of her hair and looking him straight in the eye. "Look, did you 
come up here to get laid or ask questions?" 

Dan made his decision and executed it in the same instant, hurling the 
prostitute onto her back and grabbing his belt up off the floor. Working 
fast and expertly, he forced her resisting wrists together and quickly tied 
her to the top of the bed, then ducking down to the floor to use one of her 
own stockings to tie her legs together so that the woman was helpless. 

"Now you listen to me. I didn't learn much in Viet Nam, but I did discover a 
couple of ways to make people real talkative. I want the whole scoop on that 
girl, or I'm going to make you suffer. Now start talking!" 

Jessica's only reply was an unprintable obscenity. 

Dan smiled back at her with a harsh thin grimace and reached for his pack of 
cigarettes. He lit one and sat down on the bed next to her, using his free 
hand to stuff her panties into her open mouth. Then he took a deep breath 
and ran the lighted end of the cigarette quickly from one trembling nipple 
down into the valley between her two fearfully quivering breasts, and then 
up to the other nipple. 

"AAAAAHHHHH!!!" she groaned, her voice muffled by the panties stuffed in her 
mouth and a thin red line rising on her naked chest where the young man had 
trailed the fiery cigarette. 

"Oh, you bastard," she groaned as soon as he had removed the panties from 
her mouth. "Travis is gonna kill you for this." 

"Travis is someplace else and I'm here with the cigarette in my hand. I know 
a lot of interesting places to put a cigarette, lady, and I'm going to start 
experimenting if you don't start talking. Is Jane being held a prisoner 
here?" 

Jessica looked at him with pure hatred, her teeth clamped together 
resolutely and Dan realized that he was dealing with a very tough customer. 
He shifted his position and slowly parted her thick brown triangle of moist 
pubic hair with his fingers as if he were preparing to caress her again. 
Then he carefully moved the lighted cigarette in the direction of her tiny 
stiffened clitoris. 

"I can't imagine anything that would hurt worse than this," he warned her. 
"You feel like talking before I do it or after?" 

"Wait," she gasped, fear finally sweeping over her as she saw precisely how 
far he was prepared to go to get his way. "For Christ's sake, don't burn me 
there!" 

"Then talk." 

"Travis'll kill me if I talk." 

"I'll kill you if you don't." 

"Okay, okay, but please take that cigarette away...." 

"I'm listening, girl, but I'm not hearing anything." 

"All right, listen then! The girl came here by mistake. I guess she thought 
this was a hotel. Maxine was against it, but Travis got the kid stoned on 
pot the first night and fucked her himself. Then decided she could be good 
for business and they kept her locked up in that room. I knew it was gonna 
lead to trouble, but they wouldn't listen to me." 

"Then she's a prisoner? She never wanted to be a prostitute?" 

"Shit, now, she's supposed to be going to the university in town but they 
made her write a letter to the school saying she wasn't coming and another 
one to her parents so nobody'd look for her for awhile, but they couldn't 
keep her here forever, I told 'em!" 

"So what were they going to do with her eventually?" Dan insisted, knowing 
the answer in his head, but wanting to have his worst suspicions confirmed. 

"Man, I don't have to draw you a picture. After the novelty had worn off, 
they'd have to get rid of her...." 

"How? You mean they'd have to let her go?" 

"Well what would you do in Travis's shoes? If he let her go and she decided 
to go to the police, he'd spend the rest of his life in prison for 
kidnapping. He'd have to take her for a long ride down to the coast. A lotta 
bodies turn up in the Gulf and nobody asks too many questions ... please get 
that butt away from my cunt, Mister, I've told you everything I know. And 
don't let anyone know I talked to you, please, or Travis'd throw my body in 
after hers ... " 

"All right, listen," Dan ordered, thinking fast. "If you want to get out of 
this with your skin in one piece, you get dressed and get out of this 
building as fast as you can move." 

"But Travis...." 

"Travis isn't going to bother you or anybody else again because I'm going to 
kill him, do you understand?" 

"Yes," she sobbed faintly. 

"And if you try to warn anyone, I'm going to kill you too, have you got the 
picture?" 

Jessica's will to resist was completely broken. This sad-faced young student 
had suddenly been transformed into a savage wild-man, and she realized that 
if he had once been in a war, he might really be capable of doing all that 
he said he would. Travis was a rough wily customer, but this man was twenty 
years younger and his mind was now clouded by drink or maybe drugs. She 
nodded dumbly and Dan undid the knots in her stockings and helped her to her 
feet. The woman scrambled into her clothing even faster than she had gotten 
out of it and Dan followed her back down the stairs to the deserted waiting 
room to make sure she went straight out the door. He hated to take the 
chances involved in letting her loose for fear she would try to warn the 
others, but cold-blooded murder of a reasonably innocent working girl like 
Jessica was too much for him and he decided that the risk had to be run. 

She turned as she stood by the door to the street, her hand on the 
door-knob. 

"Good luck," she whispered faintly. "He's got it coming to him." And then 
she disappeared into the night. 

* * * 

Jane gritted her teeth and surged back against the cruel young man who was 
sodomizing her brutally from behind, praying for the strength to do what she 
had to do. Slowly at first, and then with more energy, she began to undulate 
her body, swinging her hips in tiny rotating circles and putting all the 
pressure she could on Frank's laboring cock. 

"She's starting to turn on," the young man crowed happily, mistaking her 
desperate efforts to end it for him as the beginning of lust on her part. He 
groaned and skewered into her with renewed energy, exciting himself beyond 
endurance with the sight of this gorgeous young woman kneeling slavishly 
before him, a victim of anything he chose to inflict upon her. There was not 
an ounce of resistance left in her innocent young body now and she was his 
to batter and abuse as he pleased. 

Jane's face thrashed from side to side on the mattress and Travis and Ned 
had both released their hold on her arms, realizing that she was beyond 
fighting back at this point. Her long blonde hair lashed back and forth like 
ten thousand tiny whips and her body bucked and heaved like a woman gone mad 
as she lewdly encouraged him to end it all and fill her moist nether crevice 
with his hot merciless cum. 

Frank was nearing the end of the best ride in his life and the student 
gripped the tops of her thighs, his sharp fingernails digging into her 
delicate flesh as he pounded in and out of her with all the might in his 
body, a sadistic wish to make her groan with agony motivating his actions. 

"Aaaaagggghhhh!!!!" she obliged, moaning piteously beneath him as he flicked 
deeply into her tortured anus. "Uggggggh!" 

But it was almost over and Jane could feel the cruel student's cock 
expanding and growing as if he were having a second erection on top of the 
first. A week ago she would have been mystified by this phenomenon, but a 
lot of education had been crammed into seven days, and she now understood 
that the man was about to cum into the unnatural repository of her anus. 

"Oh cum, please cum," she begged him obscenely, fucking her cock-split 
buttocks back into his loins as hard as her pain-racked body would permit. 
Frank gasped above her, incoherent words tumbling from his lips and then 
felt the hot steaming cum start to erupt from deep within his lust-bloated 
balls, searing up through his penis and out into the narrow ravaged channel 
of her anal pasaage. Sighing and moaning with delight, he bucked into her 
endlessly, emptying his balls in the moistened crevice of her buttocks until 
there was no more. 

"Oh man, that was the greatest...." he started to say as he crudely jerked 
his limp, already deflating penis from the overflowing little hole of her 
rectum, but Ned cut him off with an urgent remark. 

"I smell smoke!" 

"Damn it, what the hell can that be?" wondered Travis, looking alarmed. One 
of the problems involved in running an illegal operation like a cat house 
was the fact that you had to handle your own emergencies; you could hardly 
call the fire department or the police. 

"Shit, this place is on fire," exclaimed Frank, r sniffing the air and 
climbing rapidly into his pants. "Let's get outa here before the cops show 
up!" 

The emergency shook Jane out of her daze and she sat up on the bed, feeling 
a brand-new fear sweep over her. The heat from the hall was already starting 
to be noticeable in the room and the two college students hurriedly made 
their exit, leaving Travis behind to deal with the situation. 

"Get my clothing," Jane pleaded as the big burly criminal glanced out in the 
hall to find himself confronted by a roaring fire coming from the end of the 
corridor. There was no problem about getting out, he realized, because the 
stairway was still clear down to the street, but Maxine's was going up in 
smoke! There was no way of putting out that fire and it would soon burn the 
building to the ground. 

"Please, don't make me run naked out into the street," Jane begged, getting 
off the bed and coming towards him with her hands outstretched for mercy, 
but the bouncer was doing some hard thinking about her at that very moment. 
The police could already be on the way, and it was time for him to 
disappear. Everyone else could be counted on to keep their mouths shut and 
they could open the brothel somewhere else, but if the cops caught him 
carting a naked screaming blonde down the street, there would be some 
unpleasant questions to answer. 

"You ain't goin' nowhere," he snarled, pushing her roughly back onto the bed 
and fumbling in his pocket for the key. They would find her bones in the 
morning, he told himself, and bones are hard to identify. This saved him the 
trouble of doing it later ... But wait! What's this? 

A lithe fast-moving figure was emerging from the hidden compartment behind 
the two-way mirror carrying a broomstick. Travis could not react fast enough 
to recognize the face as belonging to the shy student who had elected to 
wait behind in the lobby and he dismissed the kid as being of no importance, 
turning his back on him and addressing himself to the problem of getting the 
door securely locked. 

It was a fatal move. The broom stick is a deadly weapon when used by an 
expert and Travis felt it spearing into the small of his back, paralyzing 
him and sending his big body spinning into the tiny room where the naked 
blonde girl sat trembling on the edge of the bed. Before he could even get 
his head turned, Dan had followed him into the room and hit him again on the 
back of the neck, stunning him into semi-consciousness. The key to the sound 
proofed room tumbled free of his unclenched fist and Dan scooped it up. 

"My clothes...." Jane whimpered. Everything was happening too fast for her 
to comprehend and she could only think about having to race through the back 
streets of New Orleans stark naked. 

"No time to look for them," Dan barked, and he snapped a sheet off the bed 
and covered her nakedness. Seeing that she was too dazed to act, he threw 
her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and barged into the corridor 
pausing in the hall to lock the door from the outside. 

"There's a fire!" moaned Jane, now half out of her mind from fear and 
mistreatment. 

"I know, baby, I started it," the young man responded, and he carried her 
gently away from the burning building. 

* * * 

"You'll be comfortable here," Dan told her, tucking in the covers of the bed 
and switching off the light in the bedroom. "Try to sleep, Jane. You've been 
through a lot." 

With her blonde head protruding from the clean white sheets and a dazed 
smile on her pale face, the girl looked more a frightened child than a young 
woman who has just survived a week's enslavement in a brothel. Dan hesitated 
a moment and then bent quickly to kiss her cheek in a brotherly fashion. He 
would have liked nothing more than to throw back the covers and climb in 
with her, but he knew that that was out for the evening and possibly 
forever. Who knows, he asked himself unhappily. After all that she's been 
through she may never like sex again, and every time she looks at me she may 
remember that terrible experience. Only time would tell. 

Stripping off his clothing in the bathroom, he treated himself to a 
refreshing shower before retiring to his bed on the sofa. A lot of things 
had gone right. It had been damned fortunate that he had had the keys to the 
sports car in his pocket when they had burst out of the burning whore house 
onto the darkened street, the sound of police sirens already ringing in 
their ears. Ned and Frank had fortunately disappeared somewhere and he had 
been able to stuff the dazzled young girl into the car and get her away from 
the scene of the crime before the squad cars arrived. 

The second piece of good luck had been the fact that Alice and Bob were away 
for the weekend, providing him with a comfortable safe place to bring Jane 
to recover. They had almost been observed by some curious neighbors as he 
had carried her prostrate figure into the apartment, but good fortune had 
been with them again and no one had seen the odd spectacle of a man carting 
a naked girl draped inadequately in a soiled sheet into the deserted 
apartment. 

Dan walked nakedly into the living room where he had thrown a blanket over 
the couch and prepared to make himself comfortable for the night. He flipped 
on the radio, hoping for some relaxing music as he smoked a good-night 
cigarette and was rewarded by a soft violin symphony. He crawled under the 
blanket and tried to relax, feeling the tension drift away from his body 
despite the lingering feeling of lust which had been with him all evening. 

"We interrupt this broadcast to bring you a news bulletin," said the 
announcer and Dan reached for the radio, not particularly interested in a 
news bulletin this late in a long and difficult day. "Police report that 
Maxine's Hotel, 22 Peurgeot Street, New Orleans, has been totally destroyed 
by a sudden, three-alarm fire. Only a few guests were staying in the hotel 
at the time of the conflagration, and there was no loss of life except for 
the presumed fatality of the hotel's general manager, Mr. John Travis, who 
was known to be inside the building when the violent fire broke out, and has 
not yet been located by police. Miss Jessica Williams, a former employee of 
the hotel, stated that the cause of the fire could have been a pile of oily 
rags which were stored in a closet on the second floor. Mrs. 

Maxine Burns, proprietress of the destroyed building, suggested that 
careless smoking in bed may have been the reason for the fire, but noted 
that the hotel was insured for its full value, and would be reopened at a 
new location in the very near future. Speaking of the presumed death of her 
manager, Mr. Travis, Mrs. Burns stated that he had been a fine upright man 
who was a credit to the hotel industry. Dan snapped off the radio with a 
snort, not entirely displeased by the news. 

He was not yet so hardened about life that the knowledge that he had killed 
a man failed to affect him, but if anyone deserved to die it was Travis. The 
man had fully intended to leave Jane inside that burning building; it was 
poetic justice that he had been left there himself. 

"Dan?" came a quavering voice from the next room. 

"Yeah, honey, are you okay?" 

"I'm feeling better, thank-you, but where are you sleeping?" the girl wanted 
to know. 

"I'm on the couch, Jane. Don't worry about me." 

"Dan ... I'm sorry to bother you so ... but I'm still a little frightened 
... and I hate to see you sleeping on a couch...." Her voice trailed off and 
the young man could hardly believe his ears. 

"Would you like me to come in with you?" he questioned, trying to keep a 
hint of excitement out of his voice. 

"After everything that's happened ... my modesty isn't particularly 
important anymore," stated the girl, her voice stronger and more resolute 
now. "The bed is big enough for two." 

Jane lay absolutely still as she felt the mattress sag under Dan's weight 
and the added warmth in the bed as another body stretched out next to hers. 
Instinctively, she turned, hardly conscious of the fact that they were both 
naked, and sheltered herself in his strong arms. Making love was the 
farthest thing from her mind; she needed to be held by someone she could 
trust, someone who would not hurt her and she had found him. 

"I'm glad I found you again," he said simply, his voice coming to her in the 
dark as if a disembodied ghost had spoken. There was no need for her to 
reply. She had already confessed how glad she was to see him again but she 
shivered as she realized that she was lying in the arms of someone who had 
deliberately killed a man that very night. My education is proceeding very 
rapidly, she thought. A week ago, I wasn't really sure whether I was even a 
virgin or not. Now that issue is settled forever and I'm in bed with a 
person who can kill people when he needs to. I've come a long way. 

His hands were stroking her back softly, running from the nape of her neck 
down to the base of her spine where her lush well-rounded buttocks began to 
rise. Between their bodies, pressed against her stomach, she could feel the 
hardness of his fully aroused manhood, and the sensation sent a tremor of 
excitement through her body. 

"Dan...." she began hesitantly. "Dan, when we first met, I really didn't 
know which end was up. You told me I was a typical small-town virgin, and 
you were right." 

The man said nothing, knowing that she had something important to tell him 
and deciding to let her get it out in her own way. 

"But ... well you can imagine what happened to me all last week. Just being 
raped isn't all that important, really, I mean it isn't even a sin if you 
don't want to do it and usually I didn't, so it was just humiliating and 
sometimes it hurt, but other times the men just came and did things to 
me-you must know what kinds of things they did-and they forced me to like it 
and I ... I reacted! I'm sorry, because I'm not really good enough for you 
anymore, Dan. I can see now that you wanted me so bad that first night we 
met and I thought I was too good for you. Now it's the other way around and 
I'll always be a little bit of a prostitute for the rest of my life." 

"It's okay, honey," he soothed her. "That's all over now." 

"No, it'll be part of me always," she insisted, her voice quivering with 
emotion as she wrapped her arms more tightly around his neck. "Anyway, this 
is what I was trying to say. You came to Maxine's tonight looking for a 
prostitute, I guess. Well, you found one, Dan. Do whatever you want with 
me." 

Dan started to explain that he had not been looking for a prostitute that 
night, but the thought drifted off as he felt her body melting into his. She 
was too clean inside ever to be dirtied by the likes of Travis, and he 
realized that she was offering him something that had never been offered 
freely to anyone else. In a way, she was a virgin again, and he was to be 
her first lover. 

Jane began to shiver when she felt his hands coursing more boldly over the 
soft lines of her young exciting body. She was finally his for the taking. 
There was no further need for coy adolescent conversation she was now fully 
a woman, ready to give her all to the man who had rescued her. 

Almost trembling despite his past experience with women, the young student 
hovered over her on his knees, letting her eyes rest calmly on the long hard 
shaft of his fully erected penis and running his hands greedily over the 
softly yielding flesh of her breasts and stomach, her sleek white thighs and 
the moist golden "vee which was so plainly being offered up to him in 
sacrifice. The girl closed her eyes as the now familiar waves of pleasure 
washed over her sensitive body like the waters of the sea tumbling through 
the loose sands of a faraway beach. 

For a few moments, he feared that she had drifted off into her own private 
dream-world and, wanting to ease her back to reality, he bent and kissed her 
tenderly on the lips, feeling her react immediately by spearing her tongue 
hotly up into his open mouth; no, there was no question about it. She was 
with him every inch of the way and Dan took advantage of the moment's 
intimacy to send his hungry fingers into the warm wet core of her abused 
young body between the two involuntarily jerking columns of her legs. 

"Aaaaahhh, aaaahhhh," she sighed contentedly as he gently massaged the 
tender inner flesh of her slowly-clasping vagina, finding to his 
satisfaction that she was thoroughly moist and wet, indicating clearly that 
she now wanted this as much as he did! But Dan could hardly believe what his 
brain was telling him. After all, he hardly knew this girl, having spent two 
or three hours with her on a train a few weeks before and about the same 
amount of time together with her tonight. They hardly knew each other, 
really, and she had spent seven long days being raped and manhandled in 
every conceivably lewd fashion. 

And yet, somehow, she wanted him and wanted him bad! 

So there was no point in postponing his pleasure another instant and he 
covered her warmly receptive body with his own, feeling the tiny hardened 
nuggets of her nipples digging fiercely into his chest as he spread himself 
over her like a blanket. He could sense the wild uncontrollable excitement 
in her body and her hands slithered between their two writhing bodies to 
caress the blunt throbbing tip of his penis with agile and now expert 
fingers. This much he had hardly expected, but it was all true. She had 
learned in one week in a brothel the full science of sex that it had taken 
him years to master. And who knows, he grinned to himself, maybe she can 
teach me a few things that the girls in Saigon didn't know. 

Now she was arching her pelvis up to meet him, clearly inviting him to worm 
his long desire-stiffened rod into the warmly moist recesses of her cuntal 
depths, and the young man was beside himself with sensual excitement. For a 
moment, he was tempted to oblige and come crashing into her, but he stopped 
himself. In one distant corner of his lust-distorted brain, there was still 
the desire to punish her just a little for having been so snooty to him that 
day on the train. And on top of that, he wanted to draw this out and make it 
last all night if possible. 

To him, her body was like an unexplored continent and he wanted to 
experience every inch of it before he planted his flag and claimed this 
conquered territory for himself. Raising himself up on his hands and knees, 
he surveyed his prize greedily, inhaling sharply as he felt her hands close 
around his hotly pulsating penis as if she was afraid that he was leaving 
her. Her fingers were soft and gentle, but she handled the jerking and 
quivering shaft of his cock with expert skill, pushing the smooth rubbery 
foreskin down as far as it would go and then dragging his penis forward as 
she tried to force it into the desperately-clasping little hole of her cunt. 
Dan drew in a sharp breath of surprised pleasure as he felt the softness of 
her pubic hair tease lightly at the exposed glans of his cock, and he 
cooperated by moving closer and allowing her to manipulate his hotly swollen 
penis as she desired, sliding it torturously back and forth across the 
moistly throbbing button of her clitoris. The sensation was delicious for 
both of them and the young man had to struggle with himself not to give in 
to the temptation to impale her on his dagger right then and there. 

But it was too soon yet, and he managed to hold himself back by a forced 
exercise of mind over matter. Her surrender, when it came, had to be 
complete and absolute, and he sensed that she was not yet one hundred 
percent conquered. He could enter her now, if he wanted to, of course, but 
there would be some tiny corner of her soul left untouched and the young man 
wanted it all. He was going to do this "by the numbers", as they said in the 
army, and he still had a number of stops to make before he completed this 
erotic tour of duty. 

She wanted it badly, that much was perfectly obvious. Jane lay beneath him 
almost gasping for breath as her long, voluptuously soft body writhed with 
undisguised lust and her fingers gently massaged his blood-filled cock, 
teasing the tiny slit in the end with one hand while she used the other to 
play with his heavily swinging balls. But he wanted her to remember this 
night above all others, to have an erotic experience with him which would 
blot out all the other men who had seared into her captive belly during her 
seven days as a prisoner in the brothel. And in order to accomplish this 
purpose, he had to stimulate her until she was virtually screaming with 
desire. She had to do more than merely accept his penis into the softly 
loving depths of her cunt; she had to cry out for it! 

But Jane understood none of this, comprehending only the fact that her body 
was bursting out of control like a runaway mare. Her backbone seemed to be 
alive, frantically twisting and bucking as she reared up against her new 
lover, wrapping her long shapely legs up around his buttocks in a 
desperately yearning attempt to force him into her over-stimulated young 
body. Everything had changed for her now, she realized. The men who 
had-visited her while she was enslaved at Maxine's had taught her body to 
react to certain kinds of stimuli. She had learned her lessons well and if 
she could respond passionately to a man who had pushed the right buttons 
despite the fact that she hated him, there, were no limits to the kind of 
reaction she could experience in the arms of a man she loved! The door to 
sexual pleasure had been opened by Travis, and now she wanted it all at once 
and her mind was filled with all manner of wildly erotic images and 
fantasies which she made no effort to drive away. 

Dan levered up on his muscular arms and looked down on her with something 
like pity, seeing that she was really flying high now, and deciding that it 
would be simple cruelty to keep her much longer in this desperate condition. 
There was just one more little test she had to pass, and then she would 
finish the course with flying colors. Moving carefully to avoid destroying 
the delicately submissive mood she was in, he began to inch his way up along 
her slender but full-breasted young body, kissing her lingeringly on the 
mouth as he crawled up until his buttocks rested lightly on the soft twin 
cushions of her breasts and his body was bent nearly double. 

Her eyes were closed now and he wondered if she understood what he was going 
to ask of her. As he straightened up and looked down at her, his eyes locked 
on her parted lips, his long thick cock swung menancingly like the boom on a 
crane, trembling only inches from her sensually parted lips. 

She'll never go for this, he warned himself, even after a week in a 
whorehouse! But he was determined to make the experiment, tormenting himself 
with the mental picture of his hard pulsating cock plunged into that 
delicate little mouth. He moved forward another inch, bending over a little 
so that the tip of his penis rested directly on her chin. Now there could be 
no doubt in anyone's mind what he intended to do and Dan braced himself for 
a cry of protest. 

The girl opened her mouth, as if to speak, but no protest emerged. Instead, 
her tongue snaked out agilely and she stabbed desperately in the direction 
of his cock, the tip of her tongue flickering tantalizingly across the broad 
rubbery surface of the glans. Dan did not require a clearer invitation than 
this, inching forward again to close the gap between them and inhaling 
sharply as Jane began to use her tongue, swiping it lewdly back and forth 
across the sensitive nerve endings and then ducking her head forward to 
enclose the tightly-stretched skin of his cock between her red lips, 
accepting him joyfully into the sanctuary of her mouth. 

The girl's lips were soft and smooth, forming a tight elastic ring around 
his hotly jerking cock and Dan could feel her swish it around inside of her 
saliva-filled mouth, lashing at him actively while little mewls and hums of 
passionate servile acceptance rumbled in her throat. His hands stole into 
her long blonde hair and he pushed into her a little farther as she began to 
suck him furiously. 

This was the ultimate proof of where they stood with each other and the 
young man realized with a surge of emotion that if she sucked him until he 
came, she would be his for good and no other man would ever be able to take 
her away. If she made this final sacrifice of her lust-racked body, it would 
mean that he had conquered her completely and the idea excited him so 
profoundly that he began to flex his loins in and out of the tight elastic 
oval formed by her roundly straining lips, watching avidly as his long 
hardened shaft disappeared back into the vacuum-like depths of her throat. 

Dan would have liked to go on all night like this, if possible, but the 
stimulation was too intense to last forever. He could already feel the 
familiar waves of heat building up frantically in his testicles and the 
tension in his loins became more unbearable by the moment.... 

There was a sudden spasm which raced through his lean aching body and the 
ex-soldier knew that nothing in heaven or earth could stop him now. He 
gripped Jane's head tightly as he began to cum powerfully into her eagerly 
sucking mouth, pouring the hot sticky sperm from deep in his lust-bloated 
balls far into the back of her throat. A low groan of ecstasy escaped Jane's 
tightly clasped lips as the spray of fiery hot cum spurted wetly into the 
cavity of her mouth, mixing with the saliva until tiny droplets overflowed 
her lips and trickled down over her chin in tiny little rivulets. Her throat 
worked frantically as she gulped this lust-inciting fluid, welcoming it into 
her body as if it were the nectar of the Gods. 

Then it was Dan's turn to moan as he felt the last heated drops of his 
maleness flood into her wildly churning mouth, knowing that it was now over 
for him, at least for awhile. It had been so good, but so terribly short! 

But the well-experienced young blonde quite clearly had other ideas about it 
being over. Never removing his limp, slowly deflating instrument from her 
cum-covered lips, she licked it tenderly like a mother cat attending to her 
kittens, caressing it with her mouth until the organ began once more to jerk 
and palpitate, doggedly filling up again with blood and returning promptly 
to its original hardness. Only when she was certain that she had restored 
him to the full turgid state of erection did she allow him to remove it from 
the confines of her mouth, a thin string of semen still connecting her lips 
to the tip of his throbbing instrument. 

"Do anything you want," she murmured as Dan slid quickly down into position. 
"I'm all yours." 

The surprised young man wasted no time in taking advantage of this offer, 
finding that her openly flowering vagina was totally ready. Without a 
moment's hesitation, he fucked into her, groaning with pleasure as he felt 
the powerful internal muscles of her cunt throbbing in desperate 
anticipation. He lost no time in unnecessary foreplay since he recognized 
that this sweet young girl would never be readier if she lived to be a 
hundred, and he quickly skewered up inside of her with one hotly searing 
stroke which carried his rigidly throbbing rod of flesh all the way from the 
pink-rimmed lips of her tender vagina to the sensitive resistant flesh of 
her cervix. The smoothly clasping walls of her cunt clung to him like warm 
honey and the youth nearly went out of his mind with pure pleasure. 

"Oh, oh, oh, it's so good," she sang to him mindlessly as he began fucking 
in and out of her with long, lust-arousing strokes trying to give her at 
last the satisfaction she had been denied for so long. Jane's whole body 
seemed to rise up off the bed into him, writhing and gyrating against him as 
if a powerful electric current were being passed steadily through her 
over-excited body, and he squirmed down into her with all the force in him, 
putting every muscle in his strong tawny body behind each relentless forward 
lunge. 

And he knew that the release she had been crying for was not long in coming, 
so he rose up on his elbows, anxious to watch her face as it hit. Lewd wet 
smacking sounds vibrated through the room as he slammed into her again and 
again, each thrust carrying her closer to the brink of her orgasm. 

Suddenly he felt her fingernails digging fiercely into his back and a 
high-pitched squeal issued from her open mouth. 

"I'm cumming! It's here!" she gurgled, announcing the obvious as her legs 
climbed up to his back and she held onto him with all the strength in her 
tormented young body. It seemed to last the better part of a minute, going 
on and on until Dan felt himself slipping over once more, despite the fact 
that he had just cum a moment or two before. The two of them groaned into 
each other's mouths like a pair of maniacs and the room fell slowly silent. 

* * * 

Bob and Alice had purchased this particular bed brand-new from a reputable 
furniture store only a few years before, and the salesman had given the two 
of them a lewd wink and assured them that it was strong enough to stand up 
to any kind of abuse. 

He was wrong. It gave out at four in the morning after Dan and Jane had 
given it the beating of its life, one leg finally crumbling and nearly 
depositing the two naked lovers on the floor. 

"I guess we should stop before one of the neighbors calls the police," 
commented the young man, sticking a textbook under the corner to prop it up 
temporarily and then crawling gingerly back into place beside Jane. 

"I guess so," conceded the girl reluctantly. "I was ... it was just so good! 
I know this sounds ridiculous, but my parents never told me it could be like 
this!" 

"I think there were a fair number of things your parents never told you," 
Dan commented seriously. "Are you going to listen to me from now on?" 

"Forever," she promised him devotedly. "But tell me one thing. Is it just as 
wonderful for you as it is for me? Am I a good little prostitute?" 

"Well, you're sure worth the twenty-five bucks they were charging," Dan 
informed her, understanding the case considerably. "Should I pay now or in 
the morning?" 

"By my calculations, you would owe me about two hundred bucks, Mister," she 
grinned back at him in the darkness. "But never mind because it's on the 
house. From now on, you're going to be my only customer and it's always on 
the house!" 


THE END
