Captured Heiress
by Frank Chase


INTRODUCTION 

Captured Heiress is a novel of passion and greed, the story of schemers who 
play a dangerous game for big stakes. It is a tale of lust - lust for power, 
money, and sex, set against a panoramic background of our contemporary 
society in which values change so rapidly that many people find it difficult 
to cope with the ever-accelerating forces that surround us. 

In this modern adventure, the author makes generous use of symbolism to ask 
the reader some rather-searching questions. He illustrates the use of sex in 
the grasp for power syndrome and indirectly asks what, after all, is 
morality? For example, if power itself is moral, can the use of sex to 
obtain it be considered immoral? Or, is the suppression of sex more moral 
than human sexuality itself? Was William Harmon's rigid upbringing of his 
daughter harmful to Debby? These are just some of the probing questions that 
the author poses here. 

The characters are realistically drawn, to the degree that the author wished 
to portray them. Psychology casebooks are filled with case histories of 
girls raised under strict Puritan sexual ethics who turn to uninhibited 
sexual activity and even prostitution as soon as they mature. We see this 
rebellion syndrome in the character of Deborah Harmon here. Her 
half-brother, Matthew Harmon, is a classic case of a man suffering what 
analysts often refer to as the "power psychosis." Harold Sorenson represents 
the increasing number of opportunists in our contemporary society. William 
Harmon is the "old-line" traditionalist, perhaps the Victorian purist, who 
tries to impose his belief and will on others-even after death. 

As these characters come together we see the friction resulting from 
counter-purposes, which the author uses as a device to illustrate the 
current war raging in our society about the various forms of morality. The 
parallel to recent events in our society is unmistakable. At the very height 
of the greatest power and money scandal in America's history, a government 
agency, the Supreme Court, handed down a decision designed to impose 
Victorian Puritanism on the sexual tastes of Americans. A number of critics 
commented on what they called the "American Paradox" in which sexual 
portrayal is considered immoral while the naked lust and greed for power is 
openly indulged in by a number of leaders in our nation. 

In Captured Heiress, the author underlines this striking paradox concerning 
morality and openly ridicules the strange set of values Americans have 
seemingly adopted. Some critics will undoubtedly take exception to his 
stated premise, but many of us will see ourselves for what we are and 
perhaps take steps to "put everything together" as Deborah Harmon finally 
does in this novel. 

The publisher sincerely hopes that in addition to providing entertaining 
reading, Captured Heiress also stimulates some serious thought. This is an 
openly erotic novel, aimed satirically at our often-confused and 
contradictory concept of morality. In effect, the author is asking us if it 
isn't time we sat down to establish some rational values in the swirling 
vortex of the storm of change lashing at our society. 

There are winners and losers in this fast-moving adventure, and the author 
leaves it up to the reader to decide who wins and who loses. Which are the 
forces of right? And who wins a moral victory? The answers to these 
questions will provoke both interest and thought. And isn't that one purpose 
of literature? 

 THE PUBLISHER 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Matthew Harmon's penis stirred in his shorts as he watched Mona Williams 
begin taking her clothes off. He didn't particularly like her. In Matt's 
mind she was a shrewd, cunning, conniving little bitch with a price tag on 
her tail. And the price was high! This furnished apartment overlooking the 
St. Francis Yacht Club and the Golden Gate Bridge set him back four hundred 
a month. That was as much as she earned at the law office where she was a 
clerk! 

He had to admit that she was a good-looking little girl with one hell of a 
figure. Short and petite, she had a perfectly formed body with a beautiful 
set of large, pointed breasts. Her full, firm hips tapered down to lovely, 
sculptured legs, and her best feature, her dark auburn hair, fell in soft 
silken waves to the middle of her back. 

"Our first day in our beautiful new apartment," Mona sighed as she unhooked 
her bra and let her breasts bob freely on her slender chest. "Oh, Matt, I'm 
so excited!" 

"So am I, darling," Matt replied, his eyes filled with the tantalizing 
vision of her beautiful tits. He could feel an itching sensation in his 
groin and was glad that he was becoming aroused. Matt's objective had 
nothing to do with this twenty-two-year-old girl's voluptuous body. What he 
wanted from her were some confidential papers that she could lay her hands 
on in the office where she worked. 

It was an elaborate game, and the stakes were high for Matthew Harmon. And 
now he had to convince this girl, who was young enough to be his daughter, 
that he was in love with her, make her believe that she had a chance to dig 
her claws into the Harmon fortune. This would be difficult for Matthew 
Harmon because his first and last love had always been himself. 

"God, you have some body!" Matthew exclaimed as she stepped out of her 
panties and stood stark naked before him. 

"Do you like it, Matt?" she asked, turning slowly to give him a complete 
visual tour of her charms. Mona had always been proud of her body and knew 
that she compared favorably with the girls pictured in most men's magazines. 

"You know it!" Matt said enthusiastically. This required no effort on his 
part. She did have one hell of a body! Matt particularly liked the full bush 
of auburn hair on her slightly protruding pubic area. He liked a full, 
luxurious growth of hair on a girl's pussy and Mona had one of the thickest 
that he had ever seen. 

"Here, you lazy lover," Mona scolded laughingly as she came over to where he 
was seated on the edge of the bed, "let me undress you. I want to be naked 
in your arms and feel your body on mine!" 

Matt quickly slipped out of his jacket and tie while Mona's busy fingers 
unbuttoned his shirt and opened his pants. He stood up so that she could 
pull his pants and shorts down. 

"Oh, you have a lovely body, too!" Mona exclaimed, grasping his partially 
erect sex organ in her warm hand and caressing it gently. "Matt, darling, 
we're going to be so happy here." 

Matt watched her drop to her knees in front of him and guide his cock to her 
soft, sensuous young lips with her warm hand. He saw her lips part to 
capture the swelling head of his penis between them and then he felt the 
warmth of her lovely young mouth envelop his organ. A small, distant, 
throbbing began in his testicles and Matt felt the blood begin gushing into 
his shaft. His eyes were glued to her face as he watched his cock slowly 
disappear into her warmly laving mouth. 

Matt knew that the conniving little clerk thought that her part of the game 
was to sexually arouse and satisfy this wealthy older man who could give her 
everything that she had ever dreamed of. On every one of their casual dates 
over the past three months she had hinted at what great things she would do 
to him. She had teased him in every classical manner, always stopping short 
of actual contact. This, she had promised him, would be his as soon as they 
had a "place of their own." In other words, Mona wouldn't shack up until 
Matt provided the shack. 

The urge to call her hand, use her voluptuous young body however he wanted, 
make her his absolute sexual slave, was strong. Slipping his cock between 
the cheeks of her pearl-white, firm young buttocks and ramming it deep up 
her ass would teach the little bitch a lesson that she wouldn't soon forget, 
Matt thought. But that would have to wait until she had obtained the copy of 
his father's will that he so desperately wanted to see. Once he had that, 
Mona's usefulness would be at an end and Matt would use her luscious young 
body like it had never been used before! 

Mona put every bit of her experience into sucking Matt's prick. She was no 
stranger to sex. Her uncle had laid her when she was barely thirteen and she 
had been with dozens of men since that first experience. For Mona Williams, 
sex was a means of getting what she wanted. And she knew that the prick that 
she had in her mouth was the most important male organ that she had ever 
subjected to her talented charms. Matthew Harmon, son of William Harmon, one 
of the wealthiest men in the United States, was the answer to every girl's 
dream. He was single at the age of forty-seven (Mona had checked him out 
carefully) with a well-established reputation as a playboy. As general 
manager of Harmon Industries, he drew down a salary of over one hundred 
thousand dollars a year, and that was enough to keep Mona warm and happy. 

Mona began scraping her teeth lightly along his surging, blood-engorged 
shaft as she glided his hard penis in and out of her wetly caressing mouth. 
Swabbing her tongue in circular motions around the swollen bulb at the tip 
of his cock, Mona heard the older man moan with pleasure. 

Matt enjoyed watching his prick disappear into the young girl's experienced 
mouth. The way she used her teeth and tongue on his lust-inflated cock 
ignited a slow burning fire in his groin! It also told him that she wasn't 
new to sucking cock. He hadn't expected her to be a virgin. Matt knew that 
the attractive young redhead had used her body a number of times, and he 
wouldn't be surprised if she was giving sixty-year-old John Martin, her 
employer, a blowjob every day. My turn will come, Matt said to himself with 
a secret smile, and will she be surprised to find that she has been used by 
a master! 

"Wow!" he exclaimed. "Mona, darling, that's so good!" 

"Ummmm!" she moaned, taking his turgid cock from her mouth and planting a 
dozen exciting little pecks along the shaft. "Your prick is so delicious! I 
could do this all day. Darling, why not let me make you cum like this? I 
want to drink your thick, milky juice and feel it trickling down my throat." 

Mona had learned that men, particularly older men, liked to hear a girl talk 
like this, and she used it effectively. 

"I'd like that, sweetheart," Matt sighed, meaning it sincerely. He would 
love to dump his load in her mouth, but that would give her an upper hand in 
their relationship. "Later, perhaps. Right now I want to make love to you. I 
want to kiss every inch of your body and then feel my cock deep inside your 
cunt. Do you like to have your pussy eaten?" he asked, pulling her to her 
feet and pressing his body against her. 

"I've only had that once," she lied, remembering that most men didn't like 
to think that a girl was too experienced, "but it excites me. If you like 
it, I'd love it. Whatever you want to do, darling, I'll love it. I don't 
think that anything two people in love do is wrong, do you?" 

Matt knew that she meant it, that she would do anything that he wanted, 
including bending over and taking it up her sweet young ass. The thought of 
that made his balls twitch, but he reminded himself that he was playing a 
delicate game and couldn't afford to take chances. 

He held her in his arms and kissed her passionately. Her tongue flew into 
his mouth and darted about like a hungry hummingbird. Christ, she's a hot 
little piece, he said to himself! He kicked his feet free of his pants while 
he held her in a torrid embrace, then gently lowered her feather-light body 
to the bed. He leaned over her, kissing her face and neck, using all of the 
technique that he had developed in forty-seven years. Bringing his face down 
her body, he opened his mouth and captured one of her budding nipples 
between his hungry lips. Big tits had always excited Matt, and Mona 
certainly had a pair! The smooth resilient flesh of her breasts was firm 
with the golden kiss of youth. Her nipples were large and pointed like 
not-quite-ripe strawberries. Matt sucked first on one and then on the other. 

"Oh, darling," she moaned, "I like that. You're such a beautiful lover! Oh, 
yes, Matt darling, put your face in Mona's hot cunt," she said excitedly as 
he trailed his tongue across her flat belly on his way to her verdant pubic 
mound. 

Matt ran his tongue deliberately slowly along her inner thighs, then very 
gently, planted wet kisses on her creamy-white skin, brought his face to the 
thick fleece of cuntal hair. The heavy growth of her pubic hair excited him. 
He rubbed his nose in the hair growth, inhaling deeply of her exciting 
aroma. Matt smiled to himself when he discovered that she had used perfume 
on her vagina. It was prepared and calculated, he realized, yet it was very 
stimulating to the senses. 

Parting the dense forest of hair, Matt gazed down into her pink vulva. The 
lips of her pussy were thick and her clit was a small button nestled between 
them just above the opening to her sensual young vagina. He inhaled deeply, 
then hungrily slipped his long wet tongue between her fleshy cuntal lips to 
dip into her dark red hole. Matt forced his tongue as far up her vaginal 
tunnel as he could, then let his fleshy protrusion slide out to begin 
coursing around the delicious pink meat of her young cunt. He teased her by 
running the tip of his tongue all over her sex without making contact with 
her small clitoris. He heard her breath catch in her throat and felt her 
voluptuous young body quiver. When he knew that she was ready to climb a 
wall with anticipation, he brought the tip of his wet probing tongue into 
direct contact with her sensitive bud and began flicking it back and forth. 

"Oh! Oh, Matt darling!" Mona cried when she felt his tongue caressing her 
sensitive bud. She loved to have a man's face buried in her young pussy. She 
always imagined that it was their way of paying homage to her beautiful 
body, and it was the one way that she could be stimulated. It was comforting 
to discover that she would physically enjoy this relationship in bed with 
the plum that she had picked for a sugar daddy. "Oooooooohhhh! I love that!" 

Matt was becoming rapidly more excited as he wallowed his face in her thick 
pussy fur and lapped the honey of her sensual young cunt. He prided himself 
on being a realist, and he was under no illusions about his ability to 
sexually keep pace with a twenty-two-year-old passionate girl. It pleased 
him to see that he could stimulate her with his mouth and made him feel 
adequate for their relationship. 

Her thick, curly growth of pubic hair rubbing against his nose and cheeks 
made his balls tingle with excitement. Even more exciting was the way that 
her tender young body was writhing on the bed. Her hips were shaking and 
squirming beneath his mouth and the muscles in her firm legs were spasming 
as her passion increased with each flick of his tongue against her now-erect 
and quivering clitoris. 

Her lubricating fluids were flowing freely now and Matt's face was covered 
with a coat of viscous moisture as he continued burrowing into her womanly 
sex. Exciting drops flowed into his mouth, inundating his taste buds with 
the heady flavor of a twenty-two-year-old cunt. They seemed to spark a new 
life and vitality in him, causing his heart to quicken its beat and his 
balls to throb with desire. 

"Oh, darling, my beautiful lover! Ooooooohhhh! Matt! Oh, please, Matt! If 
you're not careful, I'll cum in your face!" 

The idea appealed to Matt, having her reach orgasm beneath his tongue and 
cover his face with her hot juices, but the throbbing, surging demand in his 
cock wouldn't wait. 

"I love the taste of your cunt," he said as he reluctantly removed his face 
from her steaming crotch and pulled himself into a kneeling position between 
her firm young thighs. 

"And I love your mouth on my cunt," Mona said in a throaty voice, always 
conscious of the effect of language. She reached up and grasped his 
passion-maddened penis in her hand and pulled it toward her tender pussy. 
"Someday, we'll eat each other off until we can't stand it. But right now I 
want to feel this cock inside me. You're such a beautiful lover! Fuck me, 
darling." 

If he hadn't been so aroused, Matt have laughed. She was trying so hard! But 
as he stared down at her tender, youthful, sensual body on the bed, Matt 
didn't care how sincere or insincere she was. She was a gorgeous youth 
begging to be fucked! He leaned forward and let her guide his surging organ 
to her cuntal aperture. Tiny electric shocks raced through his system as she 
rubbed the swollen head of his prick around the outer ring of her fur-lined 
vagina. 

When he could stand it no longer, he jerked his hips and forced the inflated 
head of his penis in her flowered pussy. Then with a hard thrust, he lunged 
his cock to the nether depths of her cock-starved cunt. 

"Oh!" she gasped as the tender walls of her vagina expanded to accommodate 
his penetration of her body. Although she was sexually experienced, Mona's 
vagina was small and tight. She always felt pain when a man first penetrated 
her, and it required all she had to conceal this ache from the man. Thank 
heavens he isn't too well hung, Mona said to herself as she fought back the 
pain and arched her hips to throw her legs tightly around his waist. 

Matt was surprised to find her so tight. He felt the foreskin on his penis 
stretched back to the limit and his breath caught in his throat when her 
vaginal muscles seemed to contract around and squeeze his throbbing prick. 

When he felt her small heels digging into the cheeks of his ass, Matt began 
fucking the young girl with quick hard thrusts. His hips moved like pistons, 
sending his excited organ to the depths of her womb. 

"Oh! Oh, darling, don't we fit perfectly?" she exclaimed as she began 
grinding her hips to counter his strokes and maximize the contact of his 
penis in her vagina. "We'll be so happy together! Oh, yes, shove it up me! 
That's so good!" 

Matt let everything fade from his mind, except that fact that he was 
enjoying every middle-age man's dream-fucking a tender young girl. He dug 
his toes into the mattress and bucked into her lovely youthful body for all 
he was worth. Each stroke made his heart beat faster. She was using her 
vaginal muscles to grip and milk his rigid prick and her heels were digging 
into his buttocks with an urgent command. 

He was rapidly approaching climax, but he wanted to be sure that she came 
with him. Bringing his pelvis into contact with her clitoris, he ground hard 
until she was moaning with pleasure. 

"Aaaaaahh! Hurry up, darling!" she groaned. "I can't hold out much longer! 
Hurry, please hurry!" 

Matt's eyes were filled with the vision of her beautiful young face moving 
from side to side with her silky auburn hair flaring out to frame and 
emphasize her youth and tender beauty. He lowered his body until her ripe, 
luscious tits were pressed hard against his hairy chest. His hips became 
pile drivers, ramming his bludgeoning prick into the moist warmth of her 
tender ripe body. He could hear the loud slurping noise of his cock sliding 
in and out of her wet flesh vise and his balls ached with incredible desire 
as they slapped against her firm ass. 

Mona for one of the few times in her life wasn't pretending. She was hot! He 
had accomplished that with his exciting tongue and she was ready to let her 
body explode in a shattering orgasm. She was working her vaginal muscles for 
all she was worth to make him cum, gripping and squeezing his lust-distended 
organ inside her young cunt. Then she suddenly felt his prick expand inside 
her and she knew that the moment was upon them. The first jet of searing hot 
viscous nectar splashed against her cervix and ignited a series of 
explosions in her body. 

"Aaaiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!" she cried at the top of her lungs, digging her 
heels into his buttocks and raking her fingernails across his back when the 
series of quakes shot through her young body. 

Matt's hips went on pumping even after the last drop had been drained from 
his balls. A full minute went by before he could control his body. 

"Was it good, darling?" Mona asked in a soft, sensual voice. 

"Good? Mona, sweetheart, it was great! How about you?" 

"Marvelous," she sighed. "We're perfect for each other. It was worth waiting 
for, wasn't it?" 

Matt wondered if she had any idea how obvious she was continually stressing 
how perfect they were together. He doubted it. But it didn't really matter. 
She was a good hot lay, which was, after all, an added benefit to the 
relationship that he had carefully built between them. 

He reached for a cigarette and smiled when she took his penis in her hand 
and began fondling it. This is the moment to put things in motion, he said 
to himself, and decided to begin by throwing her a small piece of bait. 

"You're so gorgeous," he said, inhaling deeply on his cigarette as he 
stretched out beside her on the bed while she idly caressed his limp penis. 
"A girl like you makes a man wonder why he ever stayed single so long. 
You're right, we're perfect for each other." 

"Ummm, darling," she murmured, brushing a light kiss on his cheek. 

"You know something, darling?" 

"What?" she asked. 

"I've never been able to plan seriously for the future. I guess I've been 
what they call a drifter. If I knew what was in my father's will, I think 
I'd be at the point in life of thinking seriously about settling down." 

"You're his son, aren't you?" Mona asked. 

"Sure, but there's my half-sister, Deborah," Matt replied casually. "I'd 
just like to know how things are set up between us. Then I could make plans 
without worrying. Dad isn't well, you know. He had a second mild stroke the 
other day and he's in the hospital again. The doctors say it isn't serious, 
but you can never tell at that age." 

"Why don't you ask him?" Mona suggested, her hand holding onto his deflated 
prick tightly. 

"You don't know my father!" Matt laughed. "Say, John Martin is the family 
attorney! Why didn't I think of that earlier? You could get me a copy of the 
will. Lawyers always keep a copy in their files." 

"It's probably in the file room," Mona said slowly. 

"And you're in charge of that, aren't you?" 

"Yes, but gee, Matt, I might lose my job..." 

"Hell, it's not as if you were showing it to a stranger. I'm family. And all 
you have to do is sneak it out when you leave work. I'll make a photo copy 
and you'll have it back in the file the next morning. No one would ever 
know. Of course, if you don't want to... It's just that I had an urge to 
think about the future." 

"Darling," Mona said, making a quick decision and kissing him on the cheek, 
"Of course I'll get it for you! By now, you should know that I'd do anything 
that you wanted me to." 

"That's great, sweetheart," Matt said fondly. "You'd better carry a large 
purse to work tomorrow. I imagine it's a pretty thick file filled with 
complicated trusts, addenda and codicils. Hey! Look at the time! It's after 
nine and I'm supposed to meet Hal Jebsen at the airport in forty minutes." 

"Can I go?" Mona asked as he jumped off the bed and hurriedly began 
dressing. 

"I don't think it would be good, darling. I don't know Jensen very well and 
I don't know how he'd react to seeing me with a gorgeous young girl on my 
arm. Maybe in the future we can go everywhere together." 

Mona accepted the situation with a pout. She helped him straighten his tie 
and then held his coat while he slipped into it. At the door, she put her 
arms around his neck and kissed him passionately Matt asked if she would get 
the will the next day and she nodded. He kissed her again and left quickly. 

He whistled happily as he drove down the Bayshore Freeway to the airport. 
Everything was going exactly as he had planned it! 

Matthew Harmon's future didn't depend on the twenty-two-year-old Mona 
Williams. Over the years he had managed to skim several hundred thousand 
dollars off Harmon Industries through adroit juggling of the books. Now he 
was in a position of covering himself and coming out with a little over a 
million dollars in cash if he could bring off a merger between Jensen Mills 
and Harmon Industries. The secret was in who controlled Harmon Industries in 
the event of his father's death. 

Matt knew that he wasn't his father's favorite. That honor went to his 
half-sister, the sweet, pristine pure, angelic, twenty-eight-year-old 
virgin, Deborah. Matt's mother had been an actress, an early flame in his 
father's life. When William Harmon found his wife in bed with her leading 
man, he divorced her and took custody of their only child. After the 
divorce, Matthew was treated as something to be tolerated. Then, almost ten 
years later, his father had remarried and Deborah was born. From the very 
moment of her birth, Debby had been the light of her father's eye. And when 
her mother died in a tragic automobile accident on Skyline Boulevard, father 
and daughter came even closer together. 

Although Debby was nineteen years younger than Matt, he grew up resenting 
and hating her. She was so sweet and innocent that she made him sick! 

The Harmon fortune was conservatively estimated to be in excess of one 
hundred million dollars. A supreme realist, Matt believed that Debby would 
come in for the bulk of the estate. He had to know. He had worked himself 
into a position of control, subject to his father's constant supervision, 
and Matt could rip off a comfortable cushion for himself if he had to. 

In Matthew Harmon's mind, it was a matter of dollars and cents. He had 
thought about this for a long time, but he hadn't moved until his father had 
his first stroke three months earlier. This second attack the day before 
made it all the more urgent that Matthew plan and make his moves. 

He was so lost in thought that he almost missed the airport turnoff. "Well," 
he said aloud, "one thing at a time. I'll romance Jensen on the possible 
merger. And tomorrow night I may see that damned will." 

CHAPTER TWO 

"Hi, honey!" William Harmon greeted from his hospital bed as his daughter 
entered the private suite. His greeting was filled with the warmth and 
affection that existed in their relationship, and his eyes would light up 
every time that he saw Debby. 

"How are you feeling, Dad?" the twenty-eight-year-old girl asked as she took 
his hand and squeezed it affectionately. "You look good." 

"Much better. I think they're keeping me here for the five hundred dollars a 
day that they charge for this suite," he chuckled. "Dr Harrington said this 
morning that I'll be able to go home as soon as they get my blood pressure 
down." 

"Wonderful!" 

"Pull up a chair and tell me what's going on at the house." 

William Harmon watched his daughter slip out of her Persian wool coat and 
hang it in the closet. She wasn't only a product of his loins, but also of 
his mind. He had molded her carefully in his image of the perfect woman. 

Deborah wore no makeup, other than a light coat of pale pink lipstick on her 
full, sensuous lips. She possessed great natural beauty, but William made 
her take pains to conceal her assets. After his disastrous first marriage to 
an actress, William Harmon adopted a strict Puritan morality. He couldn't 
stand what he called "painted women," and he demanded strict obedience to 
rigid codes of behavior. 

The one thing that pained William Harmon was that Debby hadn't married. A 
number of young men had been able to see her great natural beauty beneath 
her plain facade, but Debby would never encourage a man beyond an occasional 
role of escort at a social party or theatre opening. 

"There's not very much to tell you," she said as she sat down beside the bed 
and faced her father. 'The house is running well, but we all miss you. Matt 
went to the airport to meet Mr. Jensen last night." 

"Jensen?" 

"Jensen Mills," Debby said. "As I gather it, they're exploring the 
possibility of a merger." 

"I don't think I'll ever understand that son of mine," William Harmon said 
with a deep sigh. "He's had merger on the brain these past few months. 
Harmon Industries doesn't need to merge with anybody!" 

"Now, Dad, don't get excited. You know what that does to your blood 
pressure." 

"I'm not excited, honey, just mystified by that son of mine." 

"I'm no judge, Dad," Debby offered, "but it seems to me that Matt has done a 
good job as general manager." 

"I suppose he has," Williams admitted grudgingly. "Right now, Harmon 
Industries is at the strongest position in its history. And that in itself 
is a good argument against merging with anybody." 

"Did Dr. Harrington give you any idea when you will be able to come home?" 
Debby asked, changing the subject. 

"Not specific, honey, but soon I would say. They're taking good care of me 
here, so I'm in no hurry. I just have to face up to the fact that at my age 
I have to take it easy and build up my strength. Aren't you supposed to 
leave Friday for Argentina?" 

"Yes, but I've been wondering if it might not be best for me to call Betty 
and tell her that I'll have to put my visit off for a few months." 

"Because of me?" 

"Well," Debby said with a smile, "you are the only father I have. And I 
think I should be here with you while you're recovering." 

"I won't hear of it, honey," William Harmon said firmly, his chest swelling 
with pride over the wonderful daughter he had. "I'm not in any danger and 
there are plenty of people to take care of me. You haven't seen Betty for 
five years and you've been planning this trip for months. I insist you go, 
honey. You'll love Argentina. It's a beautiful country." 

"But..." 

"No buts about it, Debby. I want you to go. When are you supposed to leave?" 

"My reservations are for the day after tomorrow, but I could delay the trip 
for a week or two." 

"I won't hear of it! Do you have your passport and everything?" 

"Mary Ann at the office handled everything for me. She's a gem." 

"It took me ten years to turn her into a good secretary," William Harmon 
chuckled. "I only hope that your brother appreciates her." 

There was a knock at the door and a nurse entered the room. 

"Oh, I didn't know you had a visitor, Mr. Harmon," the nurse said. 

"That's all right," Debby said, standing and walking to the closet to 
retrieve her coat, "I have to run along now, anyway. I'll come back tonight, 
Dad. I told Mr. Johnson at the bank that I'd come in today for the 
traveler's checks and a letter of credit." 

"Don't bother coming tonight, honey. Get packed and take care of all those 
little things you have to do before you leave. That's why I don't travel 
anymore. Too many details to arrange. Give me a ring tonight and if you have 
time tomorrow, drop by for a few minutes." 

"Okay, and you get well," she said, kissing him on the cheek. 

Debby still had misgivings about her trip to Argentina to visit Betty 
Santana, a girl that she hadn't seen since they had roomed together at Mills 
College. Betty had married a wealthy Argentina businessman and had been 
urging Debby to come visit for over a year. 

The wind was nippy and brisk when she stepped out of the St. Francis 
Hospital, but the sun was shining bright and Debby felt like walking. She 
dismissed the family chauffeur and began walking toward Union Square. She 
grimaced when she passed a small poster that announced that the movie Deep 
Throat was playing at one of the adult theaters. Why do people wallow in 
filth and dirt like that? She asked herself. 

She saw two men standing near the poster and noticed that one of them leered 
at her while she waited for the light to change so she could cross the 
street. Debby's face flushed and she was terribly aware of her body. No 
matter how she dressed, Debby had never been able to conceal her 
well-rounded, voluptuous body, and her skin crawled every time men undressed 
her boldly with their hungry eyes. In Debby's mind, it was smut like Playboy 
and Deep Throat that goaded men on. She felt terribly uncomfortable in a 
society in which there was so much emphasis on eroticism. 

Debby had on several occasions considered joining a religious order, but her 
father was adamantly against such a move. And Debby had to admit to herself 
that she really didn't believe in the doctrine of any religion. She had 
spent six years in college, earning her Master's degree in Philosophy, and 
in her heart she was an agnostic. 

She went to the bank and purchased five thousand dollars in traveler's 
checks. The manager gave her a notarized letter to establish her credit at 
the Bank of America branch office in Buenos Aires in case that she needed 
additional funds on her trip. 

The rest of the afternoon was devoted to last-minute shopping and Debby 
arrived at the Harmon mansion on Pacific Street at a little past six. 

 * * * * * 

At the very moment that Debby arrived home, Matthew Harmon was finishing his 
sixth cup of coffee in Mona's apartment as he read his father's complicated 
will for the third time. It was all he could do to control his rage. Debby 
was to get everything! Matthew was left with a trust of twenty-five thousand 
dollars a year for fifteen years, but his half-sister inherited the 
business, the real estate, everything! 

Matt admitted to himself that he had expected something like this, but the 
inequity of it made him boil with anger. And while he wasn't a lawyer, the 
will seemed absolutely airtight to him. He nervously flipped back to the 
second page and read the strange "morals clause" again. It was so like the 
old prude! 

"If either of my children," the clause read, "are discovered to engage in 
immoral behavior, publicly or privately, he or she shall receive the sum of 
one thousand dollars as his or her total inheritance under the terms of this 
will. In this event, all benefits under this testament shall be vested in 
the other sibling. In the event that it can be demonstrated that both 
children are guilty of immoral behavior, my entire estate is to be turned in 
the form of a trust to Stanford University for the purpose of a memorial 
fund to offer scholarships to outstanding students. The judgment of immoral 
conduct is left to the directors of the United Fellowship Church in San 
Francisco, California." 

"What is it, darling?" Mona asked, offering to refill his cup again. "You 
look so depressed." 

"My beloved father is leaving everything to my half-sister," he replied 
bitterly. 

"Isn't there anything you can do?" Mona asked, hoping that the anxiety 
churning in her stomach didn't show. After she had come this far, the 
thought that her sugar daddy might run out of sugar scared the young girl. 

"It looks airtight to me. Unless, of course, I could prove Debby was guilty 
of immoral conduct. That's a laugh! She hasn't even had an immoral thought 
in her life!" 

"She's twenty-eight?" Mona asked, putting the coffee pot on the table and 
sitting on the arm of his chair. "Darling, she can't be a virgin! 
Twenty-eight-year-old virgins don't exist today!" 

"Well, my half-sister is one, believe it or not," Matt said. "She's so 
damned pure, she makes the Virgin Mary look like a whore." 

"But she's a woman," Mona insisted. "If she's so pure, why not hire somebody 
to ball her? I don't care what she looks like, there are plenty of horny men 
around who will ball anything in a skirt. You could hire a detective or 
something to take pictures." 

"What?" 

Mona repeated her suggestion adding, "Don't be so naive, Matt! Nobody is 
going to give you anything in this world. You have to use your wits to get 
by." 

Matt stared up into Mona's pretty young face for a long moment. Gradually, 
his depression lifted and excitement began coursing through his veins. 

"You're right!" he exclaimed, hitting his fist against his palm as he stood 
up, almost knocking Mona off the arm of the chair. "Baby, you've given me an 
idea!" 

He walked over to the phone and dialed a number quickly. After two calls he 
located Harold Sorenson and made a date to meet him at the St. Francis Yacht 
Club in twenty minutes. Matt asked Mona to go out and make photo copies of 
the will and promised that he would call her later in the evening. Then he 
drove the few blocks to the club and took a table in the quiet bar. Harold 
Sorenson arrived a few minutes later and the two men talked quietly over 
vodka gimlets. 

"That's about the wildest idea I've ever had thrown at me," the independent 
industrial security agent remarked when Matthew finished outlining his plan. 

"But it will work," Matthew insisted. 

"It could," Sorenson admitted. "But Christ, Mr. Harmon, I don't know a thing 
about Argentina." 

"You speak Spanish," Matt commented. "That's why I called you. And I happen 
to know you're in a financial bind right now. I'm offering a quarter of a 
million and all expenses. You receive a generous advance on expenses and the 
quarter of a million comes in the ransom the company will pay. I might add, 
that's tax-free money." 

"The carrot you're dangling in front of me is attractive, Mr. Harmon," 
Harold Sorenson said with a smile. "And it's no secret that I could use the 
bread. Let's see if I have this straight. I'm to organize a group, kidnap a 
girl somewhere in Argentina, demand a million-dollar ransom, and turn her 
into a sex machine while I hold her captive." 

"And photograph her as an enthusiastic, willing sex machine." 

"And photograph her, right. May I ask who the lucky girl is?" 

"After you accept the assignment," Matthew replied. "What will you need for 
expenses?' 

"That's a good question," Sorenson replied quietly, taking out a note pad 
and pencil. "I'll use local men here, so that means air fares and living 
expenses there. Let's say fifteen hundred a man, times four men is six 
grand. I'd better use a photographer from here, too. Probably twenty-five 
hundred for him. How tough is this sex thing going to be to crack?" 

"Tough." 

"Okay, I've got a friend who specializes in sexual psychology. I'll need two 
grand up front for him. We'll need cars and a safe house in Argentina. Say 
ten grand operating money. Let's see that comes to twenty thousand five 
hundred." 

"Make it twenty-five thousand," Matthew said. "There is more if you need it. 
Tightest security. You're the only one to know what's going on." 

"Right," Sorenson agreed. "Is the girl prominent enough to make headlines?" 

"Yes," Matthew responded. 

"Then the Argentina police will be hot after us," Sorenson sighed. 

"That's why the job pays a quarter of a million," Matthew said with a smile. 
"I assume you will take all precautions and organize the perfect action. 
Frankly, I think you are involving too many men, but I suppose you know your 
business." 

"I was thinking the same thing," Sorenson said. "The fewer I involve, the 
better the security. When does this action take place?" 

"The girl leaves for Argentina day after tomorrow. She's scheduled to stay 
two weeks, but she's had a habit of changing her plans. The faster you act, 
the better. But remember, it must look like Argentina guerrillas kidnapped 
her." 

"With all the kidnapping going on down there lately, I doubt that anybody 
would question it. Damn, this is terribly short notice I'll have to leave 
tomorrow. All I can say is that I hope they don't hang me for this." 

"Well?" Matthew Harmon asked, raising his glass for a toast. 

"You've got your man, Mr. Harmon," Harold Sorenson replied, raising his own 
glass and clinking it against that of the wealthy industrialist. 

CHAPTER THREE 

Every muscle in Debby's body ached when she got off the plane at the 
International Airport in Buenos Aires. It seemed to her that she had been 
flying for an eternity. Early that morning she had left San Francisco on PSA 
to Los Angeles where she boarded the Argentine Airlines flight to 
Argentina's capital. In all, she had been almost fifteen hours in the air, 
counting the stops in Bogota and Lima. Debby had never been able to sleep on 
a plane and she was exhausted as she cleared immigration and customs. 

She was glad that she had declined Betty's offer to meet her. Betty and her 
husband lived in Crdoba, an industrial city an hour's flight northwest of 
Buenos Aires and Debby had insisted on the phone that she would fly up to 
Crdoba the following morning. At this moment, Deborah Harmon didn't want to 
even look at another airplane! 

A porter placed her baggage on a two-wheel cart and Debby followed him to 
the taxi area at the entrance to the building. 

"Pardon me, miss, but did you arrive on the flight from Los Angeles?" 

Debby looked up at the tall, slender, ruggedly handsome man who addressed 
her. He had a puzzled look on his face that made her smile. 

"Why, yes," she said. 

"Good," Harold Sorenson said, sighing with relief for her benefit. He 
glanced over to see if George Munroe was in position and snapping pictures. 
"I'm supposed to meet someone," he explained to Debby with a bright smile, 
"and I couldn't find out if the plane had landed." 

"We got in about twenty minutes ago," Debby said. "A lot of the people are 
still in customs. They put me through first, so you'll probably find your 
person in the customs room." 

"Thank you," Harold beamed, catching George's nod that he had the photos and 
there was no need to stall the girl any longer. 

Debby gave the incident no further thought and followed the porter to the 
taxi area. She supervised the loading of her luggage into the trunk of the 
taxi, tipped the porter generously, and handed the driver a slip of paper 
with her hotel reservations. 

She slipped out of her coat as she became aware of the heat. Betty had 
warned her that the seasons were reversed and that this was summer in 
Argentina, and Debby was glad that she had packed light-weight clothes. The 
forty-five-minute drive into Buenos Aires from the airport was dull, but the 
moment they entered the city Debby found herself caught up in the warmth and 
charm of the Argentine capital. It reminded her of Paris, and perhaps a 
little of Rome. The architecture was graceful and the buildings created a 
quaint, old-world charm. The people on the street were very cosmopolitan, 
well dressed, clean and attractive. Debby felt the excitement of visiting a 
foreign country come over her. 

The desk clerk at the Sheraton reacted the moment that Debby mentioned her 
name. Instructions had been left that Miss Harmon was to receive VIP 
treatment and she was immediately taken to the most luxurious suite in the 
hotel. The assistant manager who had personally conducted Debby to her suite 
asked for her passport and told her that he would take care of her 
registration for her. He asked if there was anything that she wanted and 
Debby requested a room-service menu. She had decided that she was too 
exhausted to go down to the dining room for dinner and wanted something sent 
up to her room. 

After a light dinner and a hot bath, Debby propped herself up on the bed and 
tried to read. She soon found that she couldn't concentrate. The signs were 
clear. One of her headaches was coming on. She held her hand out before her 
and sighed when she saw that it was trembling. Debby recognized that it was 
her nerves again and she went to her cosmetic case and took a capsule from 
each of two bottles. One was for the pain, and the other was to knock her 
out for a good-night's sleep. 

For almost ten years, Deborah Harmon had suffered with a severe nervous 
condition. She had consulted a half dozen specialists, all of whom concluded 
that it was an emotional rather than physical problem. Anxious to keep a 
wealthy client, one doctor had prescribed a strong pain killer with a 
morphine base and Nembutal for sleep. 

Debbie turned off the light beside the bed and placed her head on the pillow 
to wait for the drug to take effect. 

In a single room two floors below Deborah Harmon's suite the phone rang. 
"Mr. Sorenson? Long distance calling." 

The line crackled, and then Matthew Harmon's voice came through, "Sorenson?" 

"Are you all set?" Matthew demanded. 

"Almost. The shipment arrived today," he added, using a readily 
understandable code. "I'm sure we'll be able to unpack everything by early 
next week." 

"That's not good enough," Matthew Harmon said urgently. "Something has come 
up and it is imperative that we conclude this matter at once. If the 
shipment reaches the factory, they might turn it around and ship it right 
back, probably by the next available means." 

"But we'll need time to inspect the shipment," Harold replied quickly. "We 
want to handle this properly." 

"I understand," Matthew said, "but time is something you simply don't have. 
If you don't act before the factory has time to go over the merchandise, you 
will lose your opportunity. When is it due to reach the factory?" 

"It leaves on the ten-o'clock flight in the morning, arriving at the factory 
about eleven." 

"I understand people from the factory will meet the shipment at the 
airport," Matthew said, choosing his words carefully. "And because of 
certain events that should be avoided at all costs. Do you understand?" 

"Yes, but..." 

"The sum we discussed has been doubled," Matthew interrupted. 

"We'll do our best, sir," Harold replied, the thought of a half a million 
dollars tax-free overriding his caution. 

"I'm sure that will be enough," Matthew said. "Perhaps you will want to call 
me tomorrow night." 

"I'll try," Harold returned, replacing the receiver on the cradle. Wearily, 
he pulled himself out of bed and began dressing. Whatever had happened 
called for a complete change in Harold's plans. They would have to snatch 
the girl before she boarded the flight to Crdoba, and that meant that he 
would spend that night studying every approach. He popped a sleep-inducing 
tablet in his mouth and called the other members of his team. 

 * * * * * 

Debby awoke the following morning at seven and was pleased to find her 
headache was gone. She showered, dressed, and went down to the dining room 
for breakfast. The waiter placed a copy of the Herald, the English-language 
newspaper of Buenos Aires, on the table when he brought her bacon and eggs. 
Debby had left her glasses in the suite, so she pushed the paper aside, thus 
missing reading the news item on the front page about her father taking a 
sudden turn for the worse and dying at the hospital in San Francisco at six 
p.m. the day before. 

She glanced at her watch as she paid the check and realized that it was 
already eight-thirty. Remembering the forty-five-minute drive from the 
airport to town, Debby decided that she would leave immediately in order to 
be on time for her ten-o'clock flight to Crdoba. She advised the desk that 
she was checking out, and she was in such a hurry that she didn't even 
notice the tall man standing at the cashier's cage. 

Two bellboys loaded her luggage into the trunk of the antique Mercedes Benz 
taxi and Debby tipped them as she climbed into the back seat. 

"The airport - aeropuerto," she said to the driver. 

"Si Seorita," the driver replied in what seemed to be a strangely accented 
Spanish to Debby's ear. 

Debby relaxed. The assistant manager had assured her that all flights within 
Argentina originated at an airport located in the center of town and she had 
plenty of time to make her flight. The airport that she had arrived at the 
night before was used only for international flights. 

In a few moments Debby became uneasy. It was becoming apparent by the minute 
that the driver wasn't thoroughly familiar with the streets. And he seemed 
to be driving much too fast! She was about to say something to him and was 
reaching for her Spanish phrase book when he made a hard right turn that 
threw her across the back seat. 

"Now see here!" she began as she pulled herself erect. She saw that the taxi 
had stopped in what appeared to be a deserted alley. 

Everything happened so fast that Debby never had a chance to scold the 
driver. Three men climbed into the car, one beside the driver and one on 
either side of Debby in the back seat. She opened her mouth to scream, but 
one of the men placed his hand firmly over her mouth. With terrified eyes, 
Debby watched the man in the front seat quickly prepare a hypodermic 
syringe. She struggled in vain as the man beside her yanked her arm forward. 
Debby saw the needle dart into her arm. She heard one of the men say, "That 
will hold her for an hour," and she slipped off into unconsciousness 

"She's out," the ugly, heavy-set man on her right announced. 

"Okay," Harold said, taking Debby's pulse. "Get her out of sight on the 
floor. She won't be missed for a few hours, but then they'll be combing the 
city for her. And when that happens we want to be as far away as possible!" 

"We got a safe house?" the small man known as Pete asked. 

"I arranged that yesterday," Harold said. "It's a place called La Cumbre, a 
German settlement in the mountains outside of Crdoba. I had planned to fly 
to Crdoba and use that as our base. Now we'll have to drive up there." 

"How far is it?" the driver, Hank White, asked. 

"Looks like about six hours," Harold replied, studying the map that he 
bought the day before. 

"Shit!" Hank said. "A lot can happen in six hours!" 

"Cool it," Harold said firmly. "We made it beautifully. All we have to do is 
change cars and get out of Buenos Aires. I've covered our tracks and the 
rest will be easy. Turn down here, Hank. The car I rented is parked behind 
that gray building over there. This will be the easiest ten grand any of you 
ever earned." 

CHAPTER FOUR 

The stars were just appearing in the indigo night as Harold Sorenson walked 
down the steep path to the German chalet-style house outside of the quaint 
mountain village of La Cumbre. The cool mountain air was refreshing after 
the stifling heat of Buenos Aires and the long drive through the lowlands. 
Harold was completely satisfied with the safe house that they rented. It was 
situated in a small valley, well concealed from curious eyes. The popular 
mountain retreat area of La Cumbre was at least three miles away and the 
house was isolated. 

La Cumbre was sparsely populated, busy only as a weekend retreat for wealthy 
Argentines. In a brief history of the area, Harold had learned that La 
Cumbre grew out of the celebrated capture of the German battleship Graf 
Spree during the war. When world opinion forced the Argentine government to 
hold the crew of the Graf Spree prisoners, the men were placed in a 
specially constructed barracks in the La Cumbre area. When the war ended and 
the German prisoners were released, a majority of the men elected to remain 
in La Cumbre. They married Argentine women and founded the small, 
picturesque settlement. 

Later, wealthy Argentines began building palatial mountain retreats and La 
Cumbre became a luxurious resort area. Harold had chosen the area because it 
was off the beaten path, relatively isolated, and the last place that 
kidnappers would be expected to hide their victim. His tour of the area on 
foot convinced him that he had made a wise choice. 

As he entered the chalet, Harold thought about calling Matthew Harmon. He 
certainly wouldn't use the phone in the house, or even the one public phone 
in La Cumbre. That meant a trip into Crdoba, at least an hour by car, and 
Harold decided that the call could wait until the next day. 

"How does it look?" Hank asked as Harold came to the door of the den. 

"Couldn't be better," Harold replied with a grin. "If we're careful, we can 
hole up here for a year without anybody suspecting a thing. Why don't you 
all put in some sack time? Tomorrow will be a busy day. We'll have to buy 
provisions and establish our front with the people in the village. I'll look 
in on our guest." 

"Want some photos?" George Munroe asked. 

"Not tonight. We'll work that out later. Get some rest, George," Harold 
said. He turned, walked down the hall, then climbed the walnut staircase to 
the master suite. He unlocked the door to the suite with one of the keys on 
the ring that he had been given when he rented the house from the broker in 
Buenos Aires. The room was dark and Harold felt the wall by the door to 
locate the light switch. 

The room was suddenly bathed in a soft glow. Harold felt his pulse quicken 
as he looked at Debby's voluptuous naked body tied spread-eagle on the bed. 
This wasn't the first time that he had seen her luscious nude body. Shortly 
after they had arrived, Harold stripped the clothes from her unconscious 
body and placed her on the bed, using lengths of nylon rope to bind her 
wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed. But the sight of her 
sensuous charms, her pearl-white skin, her full, firm, heavy, proud breasts 
pointing straight up and crested with dark-red nipples, and her lovely, 
long, tapered legs aroused base instincts in the thirty-four-year-old 
veteran undercover agent. 

Harold turned and locked the door with the key, then walked quietly over to 
stand beside the head of the bed. The girl's eyes were closed and her chest 
rose and fell with a steady breathing that told him that she was still 
unconscious. 

A glance at his watch told him that a little over two hours had passed since 
he had been forced to give her a second injection in the car. 

She had been struggling in her doubled-up position on the back floorboards 
of the automobile and when she began screaming, Harold had reluctantly given 
her a second shot. They simply couldn't afford to take chances on anybody 
becoming suspicious of the car carrying four American tourists for a 
two-week visit to the mountains. 

She'll be coming to in a few minutes, Harold said to himself. His eyes 
roamed hungrily over her helpless, sensual body. When he was struggling with 
her inert form to undress her, Harold knocked a set of pins out of her hair 
and her soft, golden tresses had fallen freely to her shoulders. The effect 
was magic. It made her twice as desirable. 

When Harold first saw her at the airport, he mentally labeled her as a 
relatively plain girl with a good figure. But now, as he stared down at her 
naked, rounded body, Harold realized that the plainness was a contrived 
effect. She was actually a beautiful woman, among the most beautiful that he 
had ever seen. Her high cheekbones emphasized her heart-shaped face. Full, 
sensual lips gave her mouth an exotic look. 

A stirring began in Harold's groin as his eyes slowly swept over her 
helpless body. She was neither thin nor fat. Her flesh was full and round, 
soft and plaint to his touch. Her lower abdomen protruded slightly, like the 
early seed of a tiny pot, and this emphasized her thick golden forest of a 
pubic mound. Her pubic hair was long and curly and reminded him of a thick 
stand of ripe wheat. 

And those tits! They stood like proud hills on her full chest, rising and 
falling softly with each breath she took. Harold reached down and placed his 
hand gently on Debby's breast. Her resilient skin gave slightly to his touch 
and he felt his prick begin to strain in his pants. 

Harold Sorenson had an unlucky history with women. In public, he took great 
care to conceal his bitterness toward women in general. Ten years earlier he 
had fallen in love with the daughter of a wealthy manufacturer. They had, 
had a whirlwind affair and talked about marriage, but the girl's father had 
refused to even consider allowing his daughter to marry a nobody like Harold 
Sorenson. When Harold had begged the girl to elope with him over her 
father's objections, she told him that she had thought about it and decided 
that her father was right, that they came from two different social levels 
that would never mix. 

On the rebound, Harold married a girl that he had dated during his one year 
in college. Within a year it was obvious that they weren't compatible, but 
Harold refused to consider divorce and they each went their own way while 
they maintained the facade of marriage. His wife entered into a series of 
affairs and Harold devoted all of his energy to building his small company 
in the field of industrial security. In five years, Harold had created a 
large organization with a comfortable net worth. Then his wife sued for 
divorce and the court ordered all community property divided. It was all 
that he could do to keep his organization operating after he borrowed enough 
to satisfy the community-property order, and to this date Harold hadn't been 
able to get his business back on sound footing. 

From that point on, Harold limited his associations with women to occasional 
affairs with girls who worked the bars in the North Beach area of San 
Francisco. And, as he gazed down at Debby's helpless body tied to the bed, 
Harold's resentment and bitterness seemed to come to the surface. She was 
everything that he loathed, a rich bitch who thought that her ass was the 
most precious thing in the world, a stuck-up heiress who looked at men like 
him as animals of the street! 

She's also my ticket to a decent life somewhere, Harold reminded himself, a 
cool tax-free ticket to a half a million bucks. Even after he paid the three 
members that he had brought with him and all of the expenses involved, 
Harold would net over four hundred thousand dollars on this caper. 

An urgent animal lust was slowly sweeping through Harold's body as he 
caressed the helpless girl's sensual body with his hungry eyes. He could 
feel the blood rushing to his penis and his pulse beating more rapidly by 
the minute. The thought that her body was his to use as he wished made his 
balls throb uncontrollably. Part of his assignment was to turn this gorgeous 
girl into a sex machine, so why not start right now? 

Harold removed his hand from her luscious breast and began undressing. He 
piled his clothes in a chair near the bed and walked naked to the foot of 
the bed where he stood staring directly into her lewdly exposed crotch 
between her spread, bound legs. His eyes fixed on her golden fur-lined cunt 
and his hand went to his rigid cock. He began stroking himself slowly to 
ease the aching demand in his loins. Her pale gold pubic hair seemed to 
gleam in the soft glow of the room. Harold could clearly see her pink slit 
beneath the luxuriant growth and the dark pink shadow of an outline of her 
vaginal opening made his balls tingle. 

Continuing the slow stroking of his large prick, he moved quietly around to 
the side of the bed. He leaned in and guided the bloated head of his prick 
to her nipple, stroking himself until a small drop of liquid oozed from the 
slit of his penis to flow onto her unaroused nipple. 

His excitement growing rapidly, Harold moved up and held his rigid organ 
above her sleeping face. Never in his life had he held a girl completely 
helpless to his desires! He brought the moist head of his member down and 
brushed it against her cheek, leaving a sticky, shining trail where his 
thick juice touched her pearl-white skin. He ran it over her nose, then 
brought it down into the soft trough formed by her sensuous lips. The steady 
breeze of warm air escaping from her nostrils caressed the tight, straining 
skin of his penis, causing Harold's breath to catch in his throat. 

Suddenly, the girl's face moved and her breathing became more rapid. Harold 
knew that she was regaining consciousness. Wanting to avoid sending her into 
shock by awakening her with his cock resting on her lips, Harold reluctantly 
withdrew and carefully climbed up on the bed between her widespread, bound 
legs. If he could, he would awaken her passion and bring her conscious 
filled with desire. Kneeling on the mattress between her creamy white 
thighs, he leaned down to bring his face to her exposed, helpless crotch. 

Harold inhaled deeply of the helpless young girl's virginal aroma. The odor 
of her exposed sex was light, like a delicate perfume. Reaching out, Harold 
burrowed his deft fingers into the dense forest of her cuntal growth and 
gently spread the thin lips of Debby's fur-lined vulva. As the pink meat of 
her pussy became visible, the aroma of her sex became even stronger. 

He lowered his face until his nose was resting on the soft, thick growth of 
golden pubic hair above her virginal slit. His tongue glided out between his 
lips and dipped into the moist furrow of her sex. Harold's penis surged and 
quivered as his taste buds were flooded with the exciting flavor of her 
fresh private parts. Beginning with the tight, puckered opening of her anus, 
he brought his wet tongue slowly up the entire length of her vaginal slit. 
He hesitated at the opening to her vagina and dipped the tip of his tongue 
inside to probe her virginal canal, then moved slowly upward until he felt 
her large clit mashed beneath his tongue. He had never seen such a large 
clitoris on a girl! Instead of the usual small button, Debby's clitoris was 
like a miniature penis. It rested between the lips of her vulva like a 
tight, budding flower. Harold shifted his body slightly to ease the growing 
ache in his balls as he began gently licking and warmly teasing the helpless 
girl's clitoris with the tip of his lasciviously searching tongue. 

A smile crossed his face as he felt her clitoris begin to respond to the 
soft caresses of his tongue. First, it quivered and trembled beneath his 
aggressive tongue. Then it grew erect and hard, protruding one-half inch out 
between her virginal cuntal lips. 

If she is a virgin, as her brother claims Harold said to himself, she's in 
for a surprise when she comes to! He ran his tongue up and down her slit, 
each time lingering on her quivering bud until her body shuddered. 

The black veils of mist surrounding Debby's mind began to lighten as she 
struggled from the depths of unconsciousness. Her mind was blank and she 
gradually became aware of something taking place in her body. It was a 
strange, unfamiliar, yet pleasant and exciting, sensation. In her 
semi-conscious state, Debby felt as if she was drifting on a soft, warm 
cloud. The warmth that spread through her innocent body seemed to come from 
that secret, intimate place between her legs. It spread outward in ever 
increasing circles, like ripples in a pond. The waves were growing larger 
and larger, splashing against her nerve endings to tease them awake. 

There was a moisture between her legs-a strange, pleasant, wonderfully 
exciting moisture that covered her secret region. Debby fought to hold onto 
the black cloud of unconsciousness, afraid that if she allowed herself to 
wake up she would lose this pleasant sensation. 

"Uuuuuuuummmm!" she moaned softly, her hips reacting instinctively to arch 
upward to capture the center of her excitement. It felt so good that she 
wanted it to last forever! 

Harold smiled when he heard her moan and he increased the tempo of his 
relentless attack on her sweet-tasting virginal sex. Her vibrant clit 
quivered like a leaf in a breeze every time that he mildly caressed it with 
his warm rasping tongue. She may be a prude and a virgin, Harold mused to 
himself, but she's every inch a passionate woman. 

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" she groaned, her hips writhing beneath his questing 
mouth. The sensation was becoming more intense by the second and she could 
feel the flames of some strange animal desire licking each center of 
pleasure in her virginal young body. As her senses became energized by the 
exciting electric current sweeping through her innocent system, the black 
cloud moved further and further away. The fire in her loins had her more 
physically excited than she had ever been in her life! Reluctantly, Debby 
opened her eyes. 

The first thing that she saw was the rich, walnut-beamed ceiling, and 
briefly she wondered where she was. She was pleasantly surprised to find 
that the wonderful feeling didn't disappear when she opened her eyes. It 
wasn't a dream, after all! Slowly, she dropped her vision to the seat of her 
excitement and pleasure. 

"Eeeeeeiiiiioooooww!" She screamed at the top of her lungs when she saw a 
man kneeling between her legs with his face buried in her secret region. She 
tried to move her body and felt biting pain in her wrists and ankles when 
the ropes bit into her skin. 

It's a nightmare she told herself. It has to be a nightmare! She closed her 
eyes, then opened them again. Nothing changed and panic gripped her heart 
and tied her bowels in tight knots. 

Harold was amazed at the transformation that took place in the innocent 
girl's body. One moment she was riding a cloud of passion as his tongue 
probed her vagina, and the next moment she was struggling against the bonds 
that held her in abject terror. He removed his dripping mouth from her hot, 
moist, fur-lined pussy and pulled himself erect. He reached out and took her 
erect clitoris between his thumb and forefinger and began caressing it 
slowly. 

"Are you conscious, Debby?" he asked in a soft, reassuring tone. 

"Where... where am I?" she stammered, terror gripping her. "Who are you? 
What are you doing to me? Why am I tied up? Oh, God, please help me!" 

"Calm yourself, Debby," Harold said in a deep, firm tone. "I'll try to 
answer your questions." 

"Please stop... stop touching me... down there," she pleaded. 

"No, Debby, that I won't do. But if you'll listen for a moment, I'll try to 
explain where you are and why." 

"Oh, my God! Oh, someone please help me!" 

"You can scream your head off, Debby, and no one will hear you. You've been 
kidnapped and you are being held prisoner in an isolated house in the 
mountains. There isn't a soul within miles of here, so no one is going to 
help you." 

"Kidnapped? What... what do you want of me? Do you want money? I'll give 
whatever you want if you'll stop... stop touching me down there!" 

"Listen to me!" Harold snapped, using a menacing tone that brought her out 
of what was rapidly approaching hysteria. "You will not be hurt. Do you 
understand that? No one is going to hurt you. Your life is not in danger. 
You will be held prisoner only as long as it takes to satisfy our demands, 
and then you will be released to return to San Francisco. But if you disobey 
us or try to escape we will hurt you. We'll begin by breaking your arms and 
then your legs. Don't force us to do that. Do you understand and believe 
me?" 

"Yes," she said softly, "but why?" 

"That does not concern you now," Harold replied. "And while you are our 
prisoner we're going to help you pass the time by enjoying yourself 
sexually, Debby." 

"Oh, my God!" she gasped. "You're going to sexually abuse me!" 

"Not abuse you, Debby, use you, and teach you the joys of your gorgeous 
body." 

"I'd rather you killed me!" she screamed. "Please kill me!" 

"Let's see if I can kill you by licking your lovely cunt," Harold said with 
a smile. 

"Your language is as filthy and vile as you are!" she shouted. 

Harold bent down and brought his mouth to her moist pussy. His lips parted 
in a smile as he saw her eyes follow him down to her pubic mound. 

"Remember how good you felt just before you opened your eyes?" he asked 
softly. "That was because I was doing this to you." He darted his tongue as 
far out of his mouth as he could and slowly brought it to her warm, wet 
virginal slit, noticing that her eyes followed him with what amounted to 
hypnotic fascination. He slipped his tongue into the wet valley between the 
lips of her vulva and began lapping her with long even strokes. 

Debby tried to close her eyes but couldn't. The vision of his leering face 
and his lapping tongue held her spellbound. This was the lowest, most vile 
thing that had ever happened to her! How could he lick her where she went to 
the bathroom! What kind of creature was this? 

A vaguely familiar warmth gradually began seeping back into her body. She 
felt his rough tongue touch a very sensitive place in her most intimate 
region and tiny electric shocks spread through her veins. Tears welled up in 
the corners of her eyes. Here she was being defiled by a low beast and her 
body was responding like this! Debby hated her body. It was an unfit castle 
for her pure mind. 

"Stop," she pleaded with a whimper. "Oh, please stop! Please kill me, but 
don't do this to me! 

Harold was just beginning to appreciate the strength of her sexual 
repression. They had their work cut out for them! She'll learn, he promised 
himself as he devoted his attention to her erect clitoris. He flicked it 
with his tongue until he felt a tiny quiver in the hard piece of flesh. Then 
he began rubbing it sensually with his lips and tongue. 

Debby was so confused that she cried. Tears fell from her pretty eyes to 
splash on her soft cheeks. The fire, that strange, exciting sensation, was 
coursing through her body again. She felt it fill her being like water 
flowing into a jar, the level creeping slowly, relentlessly upward. She 
pulled on her bonds until her shoulders ached. Never in her life had she 
been so completely defenseless and helpless! 

"Oh! Oh! Oooooohhhh!" she gasped as his coarse tongue on her virginal bud 
sent hot flames shooting through her innocent, helpless being. Why couldn't 
her body rise above this vile, sordid thing that was happening to her? Why 
wouldn't it obey her commands? Why did this feel so good, make her ache with 
a desire for more? 

Debby felt her nipples pop erect to become sensitized beacons of her 
passion. Strange things were happening in her body. She could feel the 
juices in her vagina begin to flow and the muscles in her straining thighs 
quaked with tiny spasms. Her heart was pounding in her temples and her 
breath came in short, rasping gasps. 

With a deep sigh, the young girl relaxed. She stopped straining against the 
bonds that held her innocent body prisoner to the strange bed. The gentle 
waves of pleasure had turned into a pounding surf and her excitement was too 
intense to be denied. She was amazed to find her hips instinctively begin 
grinding and writhing, forcing her moist, hair-fringed sex into the captor's 
face. It felt so good! 

"Aaaaaaaaahh!" she groaned as a wave of pleasure stronger than all the 
others made her entire body quake. Her hips began writhing steadily, pumping 
her sex against the man's mouth as his tongue created a fire in her body 
that the virgin had never experienced before. 

"Oh, please! Oh!" She was grunting and her breath came in snorts as an 
intense wave swept through her. "Oh! Ah! Ooooohhh! Please! Ooooooohhhhhh!" 

Deborah Harmon experienced the first orgasm in her twenty-eight years of 
life. It began as a series of small explosions throughout her chaste body 
and grew to a roaring, raging earthquake in her groin. The innocent girl 
sobbed as her body went through spasm after spasm of intense pleasure. 

Harold smiled with contemptuous satisfaction as he lifted his face from her 
steaming crotch. 

"Did you like that, Debby?" 

Debby looked, down and saw his leering, dripping face hovering over her sex 
and she cringed. His face was coated with moist, sticky beads of her fluids. 
Tiny streams drooled out of the corners of his mouth and hung from his chin. 
She knew that she should be disgusted with him, but the pleasure that he had 
given her still flowed through her young, innocent body. 

"Yes," she replied in a tiny voice, the blood rushing to her cheeks in a 
crimson blush. 

"Every woman likes her cunt licked," Harold returned with a smile. 

"Oh, please! Do you have to use that language?" 

"Yes, Debby, I do. It's the language of sex. And now it's time to fuck you," 
he added, pulling himself erect and grasping his rigid, throbbing penis in 
his hand to guide it to her reluctant slit. 

"No!" she gasped. "Please, not that! What did I ever do to you? Oh, please, 
not that. I'm... I'm a virgin!" she pleaded. 

"That's sad," Harold replied, "but not incurable. See this cock? It can cure 
your 

disability in a matter of seconds." 

"What kind of a man are you?" she snapped desperately at him. "How can you 
do this to me?" 

Harold laughed, bringing his surging prick down to her 
never-before-penetrated slit and pressing the blood-inflated head firmly 
against her still-erect clitoris. Using his hand, he rubbed the swollen bulb 
at the tip of his organ firmly back and forth across her sensitive bud. 

Debby struggled against the ropes that held her tied securely to the bed. 
She gasped aloud when she looked down and saw his prick poised at the 
entrance to her cuntal opening. She had never seen the male sex organ before 
in her life, and she never dreamed that it could be so large! It looked 
almost as thick as her wrist and was at least seven inches long! The shaft 
was gnarled with thick, coursing veins that formed ridges on the 
blood-inflated surface. The head was bright pink, a swollen bulb with a 
small hole at the very tip. A drop of heavy white fluid hung suspended from 
the small opening, ready to drop into her nest of soft golden pubic hair. 

"No!" she groaned. "Can't you understand? I'm a virgin" 

"Let's take care of that, shall we?" Harold chuckled. He was quickly 
becoming the victim of his own game. The sight of her helpless, voluptuous, 
unsullied body beneath him made his balls ache. And the moist warmth of her 
pussy on the surging head of his cock was driving him wild. He brought his 
prick down, pressing the blood-distended head against the opening to her 
womb. The thought flashed through Harold's mind that he had never laid a 
virgin, and this served to increase his desire to spear this prudish snob of 
a rich bitch! 

He forced his swollen penis against her until the outer ring of her vagina 
gave and the head of his organ tore into the taut opening of her virginal 
cunt. 

"Aaaaarrgghh!" she grunted. "You're hurting me!" 

Placing his hands flat on the mattress at her sides, Harold jerked his hips 
and drove unmercifully hard into her painful vaginal depth. 

"Aaaaaaaaauuuuuuurrrrrrrgghhhhhhh!" she screamed as pain raced through her 
and seared every nerve ending in her virginal body. 

Harold felt his huge, swollen penis glide smoothly into her hot cunt. His 
progress was halted for a moment by the thin membrane of her virginity, but 
a hard lunge sent his organ ripping through this temporary barrier. 

"Ow! Aaaiiiieee!" Debby screamed when she felt something inside ripped 
apart. The pain that she was experiencing now was every bit as intense as 
the pleasure that she had experienced a few moments before. She could feel 
the sharp ridges along the shaft of his organ shredding into the tender 
walls of her never-before-invaded vagina. She closed her eyes and prayed to 
an unknown god that she would die! 

Harold was surprised. Pleasantly surprised. A number of woman had told him 
that he was well hung, and he had gone to bed with two girls that, 
try-as-he-may, he couldn't penetrate more than an inch or two. He had 
expected Debby's virginal cunt to be tight, but it seemed to be a perfect 
canal for his oversized penis. It was tight enough to permit total contact, 
yet not so tight that he couldn't move freely inside her. He held his organ 
sunk to the hilt in her virginal body for a moment to allow her to adjust to 
the penetration. When he saw the muscles in her face begin to relax, Harold 
began stroking his thick manhood in her fresh vagina slowly. 

Debby's brain couldn't match the pace of her body. Those now-familiar 
exciting waves of pleasure began sweeping through her system even before the 
pain disappeared. The walls of her tender, virginal vagina ached with the 
foreign penetration of her virtuous body, yet sparks of intense pleasure 
began rocketing through her body. Her nipples began burning like hot coals 
and beads of perspiration broke out all over her body. 

Harold saw her body begin to react and he slowly withdrew his hotly 
throbbing, swollen penis from the depths of her tortured body until just the 
swollen head was lodged inside her. He held it there for a long moment, 
then, without warning, thrust it to the very hilt inside her. 

"Oooooooooooohhhh!" she gasped, her eyes flying open as the most intense joy 
that she had ever experienced filled her body. The innocent girl had never 
felt so completely filled in her life! It seemed to her that her entire 
being was wrapped around his sex organ. And the first that it created in her 
tender young vagina seemed to consume every ounce of her being! 

She looked down and saw the thick throbbing organ spearing her helpless 
body, driven into her with hammer-like blows that sent sparks flying in her 
brain. She tried to close her eyes, but again her gaze was held in a 
hypnotic trance on the thing that was making her heart pound in her chest 
like the hoofbeats of a runaway horse. She saw the swollen lips of her 
tender vagina wrapped snugly around the thick organ and she felt each thrust 
tearing into her helpless body. 

Harold's excitement was reaching a fever pitch and he had to pace himself 
carefully He couldn't remember being this excited with any other girl in his 
life! Bringing his pelvis down, he ground his pubic hair into her quivering 
clitoris. 

"Do you like that?" he asked with heavy breath. 

"Yes," she responded instantly, no longer making any attempt to control her 
animal lust. 

"You like being fucked?" he insisted, jerking his cock to the depths of her 
body and mashing her clitoris. 

"Oh! Yes, yes, yes!" 

"Say it!" Harold commanded, reaching down and massaging her erect clitoris 
with his finger while he held his cock poised at the entrance to her vagina. 

"Yes! Oh! God, yes! I... I like being fucked!" 

Harold smiled contemptuously and drove his cock into her with a long, hard 
lunge that made his penis bounce against, her cervix. His balls made a loud 
slapping noise when they hit the soft, pliant flesh of her innocent ass. He 
bucked his hips and sent his throbbing organ in and out of her body in long 
strokes that left them both panting. 

"OOOOOOOOHHH! SWEET JESUS! YES! YES! YES!" she chanted as she ground her 
hips and bucked hard against his lunging body. She hated her body for its 
animal lust, but the waves of pleasure sweeping through her were so intense 
that she gave herself completely over to her animal instinct. 

Harold looked down to watch his thick organ spearing her tender fur-lined 
cunt. The shaft had traces of blood from her ruptured hymen. The lips of her 
virginal pussy were wrapped tightly around the thickness of his throbbing 
sex, gripping him as he glided faster and faster in and out of her young 
body. 

Debby grasped the ropes that held her wrists bound to the corners of the 
bouncing bed and held on for her life. She tried to close her eyes, but they 
were glued to the sight of his long, thick, glistening cock that was lunging 
in and out of her bloodied cunt. With every deep thrust, he ground his 
coarse pubic hair into her superheated and incredibly sensitive clitoris. It 
was all that the helpless young girl could do to keep from fainting as the 
intense electric shock waves of joy jolted her tormented body. She could 
feel his hairy balls rubbing, scraping, and slapping against the tender 
cheeks of her buttocks. 

"Oh, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord," she chanted, her tender body arching and 
bucking against his muscular masculinity. "I can't stand it!" 

Harold could hold out no longer. His balls were 1oaring with the thunder of 
desire, aching and throbbing each time that they slapped hard against her 
soft young ass. His cock was on fire! The passionate reaction of her 
inexperienced body made his heart race. Harold had fucked a number of woman, 
but he had never seen one react quite like this! It was as if he had turned 
the key and opened the door behind which twenty-eight years of sexual 
passion had been repressed. 

He reached out and grasped her erect, pointed nipples in his hands and began 
kneading them roughly while his raging desire-bloated cock lunged into her 
tender body. The rumble in his balls became the crashing roar of a tidal 
wave beating against rock cliffs. 

Harold grunted when the intense explosion ripped through his testicles to 
send rivers of steaming hot sperm jetting through his long, inflated organ. 
He could feel his anus contracting and his toes curling with the intensity 
of his quaking ejaculation. 

"Aaaaaaaiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!" Debby cried when the first hot spurts of his 
semen splashed against her womb and triggered a series of hard quaking 
explosions in her ravished young system. This was so much more intense than 
her first orgasm! She gritted her teeth and flailed her head back and forth 
between her imprisoned arms. For a moment, the innocent girl wondered if she 
was dying. It seemed to her that her entire body was disintegrating. She had 
to gasp for breath, and her heart was beating like a kettle drum in her 
ears! 

Every muscle in her tender body suddenly went limp and her helpless body 
sunk into the mattress. She opened her eyes and saw him slowly sliding his 
huge penis out of her tortured body. She felt a river of heavy juice begin 
flowing down her ravaged vagina.1t followed his penis out of her body and 
ran down the cheeks of her buttocks to form a small pool beneath her body. 
Without his rock-hard organ inside her, Debby felt terribly empty and 
drained. 

"Did you like that?" Harold asked with a smile as he searched through his 
pockets for a pack of cigarettes. 

"Y... yes," she said softly, blushing. 

"Cigarette?" 

"I... I don't smoke." 

"You're smart," Harold replied with a laugh as he lighted his cigarette. 
"I've got to kick the habit myself. Need anything?" 

"I'm hungry, and thirsty," she said softly. 

"I'll bet you are! Sorry, it just slipped my mind. You haven't had a thing 
all day. We're miles from anywhere, Debby. Let me see what I can find 
downstairs. Tomorrow we're going to lay in supplies and you'll have regular 
meals. I'll be right back." 

CHAPTER FIVE 

Matthew Harmon was finding it increasingly more difficult to play both ends 
against the middle. His eyes were veiled as he stared across the desk at the 
chairman of the board of Jensen Mills. Hal Jensen had been very considerate 
about the death of Matt's father, but he was probing and pressing about the 
proposed merger of the two giant companies. 

"In addition to SEC approval," Jensen was saying, "we have to have the 
approval of the stockholders in both companies. Jensen Mills is controlled 
by the family, so that will just be a matter of form on our end. Has your 
father's death complicated stockholder approval on your end?" 

Matthew recognized that Jensen was asking who now had control of Harmon 
Industries. If Matthew's plan worked, he would have control of Harmon. And 
in that event, he would want to take a close second look at the proposed 
merger. The purpose of the merger had been to allow Matthew to rip off a 
cool million for his own pocket, but if he inherited over a hundred million 
the merger would lose its glamour. If for any reason, however, his plan 
failed, Matthew intended to force the merger through to guarantee him a fat 
nest-egg. 

"Hal," Matthew said slowly, "all of this has come as quite a shock, as you 
can imagine. My sister and I are the heirs, so I can't honestly see how 
approval has been complicated. At the moment, we haven't even filed my 
father's will. As I told you, we're waiting for my sister. I think that 
within a week to fifteen days everything should be cleared up and we can 
follow through on this project." 

"Fine!" Jensen replied, standing and glancing at his wrist watch. "Look, 
I've taken enough of your time. I have reservations for the noon flight and 
I should be heading for the airport I know this is a difficult time for you, 
Matt, and I hope everything goes smoothly. We're embarrassed that we have to 
press you at a time like this, but we also have the offer from Consolidated 
that I told you about. Time is important to them and they have been pressing 
us for a decision. We'd much rather pursue this project with you, however." 

"I understand your position, Hal," Matt replied. "Perhaps by this time next 
week I can give our legal staff the go-ahead to meet with your men. Can I 
drive you to the airport?" 

"No, no, Matt! I wouldn't think of it. I have a car and driver waiting in 
the garage. Just keep in contact with me. I'm sure things will work out." 

The two executives shook hands and Matthew walked with Hal to the elevator. 
Once he had Jensen on his way, Matt returned to his office. 

"Mr. Harmon," his secretary said as he walked in, "I haven't been able to 
reach the ambassador in Buenos Aires, but I have one of the high-ranking 
officials at the embassy on the, line." 

"Fine, what's his name?" 

"Johnson." 

Matt picked up the phone at his desk and introduced himself. 

"We were about to call you, Mr. Harmon," Johnson said. "I've been trying to 
locate the ambassador all morning. I'm sure that he would want to talk to 
you on this. But he's in a high-level meeting with the Argentine government 
at this moment, so I'll have to act in his place with the bad news." 

"What bad news?" Matthew asked. "Look, I called you to ask a favor. We've 
had a death in our family and I am unable to locate my sister, Deborah 
Harmon. She's in Argentina on vacation and I wondered if you would be able 
to help me locate her." 

"Mr. Harmon," Johnson replied with a sympathetic note in his voice, "that is 
what we were going to call you about. An hour ago we received at the 
embassy, a note, stating that your sister has been kidnapped. Do you want me 
to read the note to you?" 

"Kidnapped!" Matthew exclaimed with what he hoped was the proper amount of 
surprise. "Yes, yes, by all means read me the note." 

"The note is in Spanish and this is a translation made by one of our 
experts. It says, 'We have Miss Deborah Harmon. She is alive and well. She 
will be released in the same condition as soon as we receive one million 
dollars in U.S. currency. If you try to find us, we will be forced to kill 
Miss Harmon. Our next communication will tell how and when the money is to 
be delivered.' There is, of course, no signature," Johnson added. 

"Do you know who it is?" Matt asked. "What can you do?" 

"I'll answer your questions one at a time, Mr. Harmon. We do not know who is 
behind this, but we can offer an educated guess that it is one of several 
guerrilla groups who have been responsible for a number of kidnappings here 
lately. And that leads to your second question, what can we do? I'm afraid 
the answer is very little. You see, we have no jurisdiction here. Our 
assistance is limited to lodging a formal complaint with the Argentine 
government and asking for immediate action. That decision, however, is up to 
you, Mr. Harmon." 

"Look, Mr. Johnson, this is the first time anything like this has ever 
happened to me and I assure you I don't know how to act. What do you 
recommend?" 

"Again, Mr. Harmon, that places us in a difficult position. The State 
Department's official line in matters like this is to refuse to pay ransom 
because success tends to increase the activities of the kidnappers. 
Personally, I think you should be aware that a refusal to pay the ransom 
would place your sister in grave danger. These guerrillas have killed 
several times this year." 

"Good God!" Matthew exclaimed. 

"I don't mean to alarm you," Johnson added carefully. "I'm just trying to 
make you aware of the various aspects of the situation." 

"I appreciate that." 

"Now if we lodge a formal complaint with the Argentine government, the press 
will have the story in a matter of hours. Often, families want to avoid 
publicity if they can. And sometimes not having the press involved makes it 
easier to deal with the kidnappers. Inasmuch as this is a non-political 
kidnapping-I mean by that that your sister is not involved with either 
Argentine politics or a multinational corporation with operations in the 
country, a low profile might be the best course of action. Still, that is 
entirely up to you." 

"I quite agree with you," Matt responded, smiling about how well this was 
going. "A low profile, as you put it, is exactly what we'll assume. Would it 
help if I came to Argentina?" 

"Well, I think I would wait for the next communication, Mr. Harmon. Then you 
can decide how you want to handle it. We'll, of course, keep in touch with 
you as things develop." 

Matthew thanked Mr. Johnson and maintained an image of a very concerned 
brother. As soon as he hung up, Matt called his secretary and had her place 
a call to Debby's friend in Crdoba, Argentina. He explained the situation 
to Betty Santana and emphasized that the immediate concern was to avoid 
publicity. He promised to keep her advised on anything that happened. 

"Mr. Harmon," his secretary's voice said on the intercom as he hung up on 
his call to Argentina, "John Martin is on three." 

"Good morning, John," Matt said, greeting the family lawyer as he picked up 
the phone. 

"Good morning, Matt. I've been trying to get you all morning. Have you 
reached Deborah?" 

"No, John, I haven't," Matt replied honestly. "I've been on the phone to 
Argentina most of the morning." 

"That's strange," the old lawyer replied. 

"Well," Matt said very carefully, "not really. You see, John, Debby doesn't 
want to be reached on these trips of hers. You know how strict our father 
was. Well. Debby often found the role of angel a little trying. So every 
year she went somewhere where she could enjoy being herself. And naturally 
she is never particularly anxious to be reached." 

"But she told me she was visiting an old roommate from college." 

"Oh, I'm sure she will, John," Matt replied. "In fact, I just talked to her 
friend in Argentina. Don't worry, I'll be in touch with Debby soon." 

"Well, I certainly hope so. We have to file this will of your father's and 
put it in probate. I've had several inquiries from the press already." 

"John, I thought I might issue a statement that Debby was in shock as a 
result of her father's death and that she was resting for several days 
before returning. That should keep the press off our backs." 

"Good idea. Send me a copy of your release. And call me the minute you 
locate Debby so we can establish a time schedule on this." 

So far so good,-Matt said to himself as he placed the phone in the receiver. 
He was pleased with the progress of events. The American Embassy in 
Argentina believed that guerrillas were responsible for the kidnapping. He 
had to admire Sorenson's use of Spanish in the ransom note. Matt was also 
pleased with the way that he had planted a small seed in John Martin's mind 
about Debby's trips being flings. He wanted the family lawyer prepared for 
the evidence that he would produce on Debby's immoral conduct. He hoped that 
the press release would buy the time that Sorenson needed to produce that 
evidence. 

The next step was to contact Harold and pressure him to complete the 
assignment as fast as he could. 

CHAPTER SIX 

Debby Harmon was a confused, distraught girl. Her mental turmoil from being 
held prisoner was magnified by the constant battle taking place between her 
body and her mind. She flopped dejectedly in the chair by the dresser and 
stared blankly at the wall. 

Early that morning her captors had untied her from where she had been bound 
to the bed. She was still stark naked and confined to the large bedroom, but 
at least she could move about. One of her first exercises of freedom was to 
take a long, steaming-hot shower. 

The girl's only relation to time was her careful count of the meals that she 
had been given. If her count was accurate, she had been held prisoner for 
over seventy-two hours. Three different men had made love to her while she 
was tied to the bed. She had no idea of the number of orgasms that she had 
experienced. She had made every effort to deny the passionate responses of 
her body, but her efforts had been in vain on each occasion-even with the 
man called Hank, whom she detested and found completely unattractive Even 
with him her body had experienced the intense spasms of pleasure. 

Debby didn't know how or when this ordeal would end, but she was beginning 
to realize that her life would never again be the same. One thing that 
amazed her was that she hadn't experienced an attack of headache and nerves 
all the time that she had been held captive. She also admitted to herself 
that her attitudes, particularly her attitude toward sex, had changed. This 
confused her. She didn't approve of the things that had happened to her, yet 
she couldn't with honest heart deny that she had enjoyed the newly 
discovered pleasures of her body. Many of the things that she had conjured 
up in her mind about sex had proven to be false. She still couldn't clearly 
define or describe her new attitude, but she knew that it was different from 
what she had believed. 

Debby idly reached to the top of the dresser and took one of the small 
magazines that they had left for her. These were photographic portrayals of 
sex in full color. She didn't recognize the language in the publication, but 
thought that it was probably German or Danish. She flipped the magazine open 
and stared at the color photograph of a woman kneeling before a man and 
greedily sucking his long, thick penis. 

A few days before a photograph like this would have been repulsive to the 
ingenuous, filthy rich Deborah Harmon. Yet now, as she turned the pages to 
see the man inserting his hard cock in the girl's well-lubricated vagina, 
Debby didn't experience any repulsion at all. In fact, she found the 
photographs erotically stimulating. A familiar itch began between her 
sculptured thighs when she saw the obvious rapture on the face of the girl 
in the magazine as the man made love to her. She wondered if other people 
experienced the same thing when they looked at pictures like these. 

She reached over and chose another magazine at random and began looking at 
the photographs of a beautiful young girl with two handsome men. The girl 
was holding a rigid prick in each hand and had a look of bliss on her face. 
On the following page one of the men was mounting her, inserting his hard 
cock into her soppy, wet, hair-fringed cunt. The next page showed the girl 
having intercourse with the man while she held the other man's penis in her 
mouth. The itch between Debby's legs was rapidly turning into a slow burning 
fire and she blushed when she heard the door to the room open and looked up 
to see the man named Harold standing watching her. 

"Hi," he greeted her with a smile. "Is everything all right? Have you been 
getting regular meals?" 

"Yes," Debby replied, quickly closing the magazine and placing it on the 
dresser. 

"Don't let me interrupt you," Harold said with a grin, crossing the room and 
picking up the sex magazine to hand it back to her. 

"Did you come to send me home?" Debby asked hopefully. 

"Not yet," Harold said, "but it shouldn't be very long now. Did my friends 
treat you all right?" 

"Yes," she said softly. "But I do want to go home." 

"You will, Debby, and in a few days I would imagine," Harold responded 
casually. "Particularly if you cooperate with us. How do you like these 
magazines?" he asked, flipping the one that she held in her hands open and 
sitting beside her on the arm of the chair. The erotic publications had been 
George's idea when they found a large collection stored in the basement of 
the chalet. He argued that exposing the innocent girl to these while she was 
being broken in to sex could speed up the process. 

"I suppose I should say I detest them," Debby replied, "but that would be a 
lie." 

"I find them sort of exciting myself," Harold commented. "Let's look through 
them together." Watching her face carefully, he began flipping the pages 
slowly. Several times he managed to have his hand brush against one of her 
sensitive breasts. When they finished the first one, he reached over and 
brought another down. They went through three of the magazines in silence. 
He noted her growing discomfort and was pleased to see that she was becoming 
sexually aroused. 

"Man, that girl really knows how to suck a cock!" Harold exclaimed when they 
came to a series of photos of a girl giving a man a fantastic blowjob. 
"That's something you have to learn, Debby, as part of your sex education. 
For sex to be really good, the girl has to be as good at sucking cock as the 
man is at eating pussy." 

"Oh, I don't think..." 

"Nonsense," Harold interrupted. "No girl thinks she can until she tries it, 
and then she finds that it is fun and exciting to make a man hot with her 
mouth. You know how much you like your cunt licked. You didn't think you 
would, but you did as soon as you tried it. Come on, this is as good a time 
as any to teach you how to suck a cock." 

"Oh, no! Really, I just couldn't do..." 

"Debby," Harold said in a firm voice, "you're going to suck my prick, just 
like that girl in those photos. I can tie you to the bed again, if that's 
what you want." 

"Oh, not that. Please! I couldn't stand it to be tied up like that again! 
Please!" 

"Well, come on, then, and we'll get on with your education," he said, rising 
and slipping out of his clothes quickly. When he was naked, he reached down 
and took her wrist in his hand to pull her out of the chair. 

"No, please!" she pleaded as he propelled her to the bed. 

Harold ignored her and pushed her down in a sitting position on the edge of 
the bed. He went back to the dresser and brought the stack of erotic 
magazines to the bed and stood directly in front of her with his partially 
erect penis swaying back and forth in front of her startled face. 

"Here," he said, opening a magazine and holding it directly above his pubic 
hair in front of his flat abdomen, "you can study these while you practice. 
Hold my prick in your hand and kiss it," he commanded. 

While Debby found it stimulating to look at pictures of girls doing this, 
she couldn't imagine herself with a man's organ in her own mouth. She stared 
at the photos that he held above his genitals for a long moment, cursing her 
body for the growing itch between her legs. She dropped her eyes and 
unconsciously compared his organ with the man's penis in the photograph. 

Harold's is much bigger, she decided immediately. His was bigger than those 
of the other two men who had made love to her while she was being held 
captive. That was something that had been bothering her. While she had 
enjoyed the other two men, the pleasure hadn't been as intense as it had 
with Harold that first night. She didn't know if it was because he had been 
her first man, for there was a special attraction between them, or because 
he had such a large cock. 

She looked down at his partially erect penis and studied the bulging veins 
that ran along the thick shaft. The odor of his sex was strong and seemed to 
permeate her entire system. Debby couldn't understand why the itch in her 
groin seemed to double in intensity as his huge prick swayed like a dangling 
snake before her face. 

"Take it in your hand and kiss it, Debby!" Harold ordered. 

"I... I can't!" she pleaded. 

Harold reached out with his free hand and grabbed a handful of her silken 
hair. He yanked it hard, leaving no doubt that he meant what he said. 

"Ow! That hurts! Ow! Stop it, please! Ouch!" 

Debby quickly reached out and grasped his thick, trunk-like organ in her 
hand to stop his vicious pulling on her hair. Her breath caught in her 
throat when he jerked his hips obscenely to rub his penis against her face. 

"Now start kissing and licking it," he snapped impatiently, "Or I'll stop 
playing around with you and tie you down to that bed again!" 

The thought of being tied to that bed again sent terror racing through the 
innocent young girl's tender body. She closed her eyes in an attempt to blot 
out the vision of what was happening to her and forced her lips to touch the 
rapidly swelling organ that was crushed against her face. 

"Lick it!' 

When she felt his grip on her hair tighten, Debby forced her tongue between 
her lips and brought it in contact with the throbbing cock in her hand. A 
strong, salty flavor invaded her mouth. Instead of gagging, as she had 
thought she would, Debby found the flavor strangely exciting. She could feel 
his blood pounding through the ropelike vein beneath her tongue, and this 
also excited her. She began trailing her tongue up and down the long member, 
caressing it lightly and allowing the exciting taste to fill her mouth. 

"Now take it in your mouth, Debby!" he commanded, releasing his grip on her 
hair and moving several inches back. The sight of this lovely girl holding 
his cock to her face made Harold's balls quiver. He had forgotten how 
gorgeous her voluptuous naked body was. Her skin was so pure and soft, and 
those magnificent tits of hers! 

Debby felt his penis growing in her hand. The head was inflating rapidly and 
becoming bright pink. Slowly, using every ounce of her will to obey his 
command, she brought his organ to her lips. She glanced up and felt a surge 
of excitement sweep through her innocent young body as she looked at the 
photograph of the girl sucking the man's penis. 

She parted her full, sensuous lips and slipped them around the swollen, 
throbbing head of his penis. The taste of his sex shot through every taste 
bud in her mouth and caused her pulse to quicken. Forcing her jaws open, 
Debby guided his organ into her warm, tender mouth with her hand. She had to 
fight back a gag when her jaws began to ache from being spread further apart 
than they ever had been before in her young life. 

"That's better" Harold remarked, jerking his hips lewdly to shove his cock 
deeper into the innocent young girl's warm throat. "Now start moving it in 
and out of your mouth like we were fucking." 

Debby thought that the corners of her lips were going to crack apart as she 
slowly began moving her entire mouth up and down the length of his hard, 
throbbing, thick cock. She was terribly uncomfortable, but she couldn't deny 
that the fire in her cunt was becoming hotter and more demanding by the 
minute. She could imagine that his huge, live, surging penis was buried in 
her vagina and this aroused her to even more demanding levels. 

Harold looked down at the pretty young girl sliding his burning prick in and 
out of her warm, moist mouth and his balls ached. Her natural pink lips were 
stretched around the thick shaft and he could feel her sweet tongue crushed 
beneath the weight of his heavy cock. Her technique was primitive, but 
Harold knew that she would learn with time. So far, she had proven to be a 
much more willing pupil than he had imagined her to be. 

He could feel his heart pounding rapidly in his chest and he had to fight 
back a strong urge to just dump his lust in her pretty little mouth. He had 
made it a rule that Debby was to enjoy an orgasm every time that her partner 
did while she was in training. 

"God, that's good!" he sighed. "How would you like your cunt licked while 
you're sucking me?" 

Debby nodded her head affirmatively, never taking his pulsing manhood from 
her mouth. 

Reluctantly, Harold pulled his cock out of her delightfully virginal mouth 
and lowered himself into a stretched-out position on his back on the bed. 

"Come here," he said, pulling her arm, "and straddle my face. Lift your leg. 
That's it. Now sit down and put your cunt on my mouth. You can suck my cock 
by leaning forward. Ummm, that's it." 

She felt strange half-kneeling, half-squatting on his face and the 
inexperienced girl had to shift her body twice to achieve her balance. 

"Oooooooooohhhh!" she groaned the minute that she felt his probing tongue 
slip up into her cuntal opening. He went directly to her erect clitoris and 
the contact sent shivers racing down her spine. It was as if he had plugged 
her entire body into a vibrating electric current! 

The contact of the naive young girl's nipples against Harold's hairy lower 
chest as she leaned down to grasp the throbbing tower of his rigid organ in 
her hands spurred the fire in her groin to sweep through her newly awakened 
sensitivity. She drew in a deep breath as she looked at his long, thick 
penis standing straight up from his crotch. It appeared so much larger in 
this position, like the sturdy, thick, weathered trunk of a giant tree. The 
blue-purple veins bulged like pieces of knotted cord wrapped around the 
shaft. 

Debby wrapped her long, dainty fingers around the thick protrusion and 
gently pulled the foreskin down so that the swollen, pink head popped 
completely free. The sharp ridge at the base of the tip of his inflated 
penis fascinated the young girl. She darted her tongue into the ridge and 
began running it around the entire crevice. She felt the trembling response 
when his organ throbbed and desire-distended even more beneath her firmly 
grasping fingers. 

The young girl's heart skipped a beat. Knowledge of the sexual power a woman 
held over a man was just beginning to penetrate the inexperienced girl's 
mind. She found it exciting to stimulate a man like this! Pursing her full, 
sensuous lips, Debby captured the very peak of his penis in her mouth. She 
darted her tongue probingly into the narrow slit that crested the 
blood-engorged organ that she held so lovingly in her warm hands. Then she 
forced her jaws apart and let her lips slide slowly down his nine-inch 
shaft. Her cheeks puffed out and her nostrils flared open. She continued 
forcing her lips down the long length until she had the inflated bulb on the 
tip of his penis lodged firmly in her throat. Her dainty nose was buried in 
the coarse black pubic hair at the base of his organ and she nuzzled into 
his crotch affectionately. 

Harold's balls ached with desire. He felt her take his cock all the way into 
her tender mouth, then she began bobbing her head up and down so that her 
velvety lips caressed every inch of his throbbing organ. 

He burrowed his nose into her sweet young vagina and captured the ripe, 
erect, bud of her clitoris between his teeth. He sucked it into his mouth, 
scraping the sensitive tissue lightly with his teeth while he flicked the 
tip of his tongue back and forth against the swollen head of her large clit. 

"Uuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmm!" Debby moaned, the cry of pleasure muffled by the 
large, surging penis in her hungry mouth. His teeth on her stem of passion 
were driving her wild! 

She wrapped both hands around his thick shaft at the base and held it 
tightly as she ran it in and out of her mouth. Her entire body was quaking 
and Debby began to wonder if there was any limit to the excitement and 
pleasure that she could achieve. The superheat between her legs had reached 
a point where she felt that she was actually sitting on a hot seat. No 
matter how she wiggled and squirmed her body, the heat continued building 
and building. 

The pores on her flesh opened and her body was suddenly covered with a 
glistening coat of perspiration. She brushed her teeth against the bulging, 
pulsing veins along the shaft of his penis and felt the rushing blood pound 
faster through his organ. Her hips began bouncing on his face, causing his 
nose to penetrate her vagina with a pumping motion. 

Debby held on to his desire-inflated cock when his hips suddenly began to 
jerk. She felt the first jet of his viscous sperm splash against her inner 
cheeks. Then her mouth was flooded with the thick, heavy juice. The innocent 
girl had no time to react. The hot semen oozing into her throat triggered a 
series of rockets that began bursting throughout her warmly quivering body. 
She felt the muscles in her thighs quaver like jelly, and beads of 
perspiration began running down her spine. Her vagina expanded and 
contracted and the erect pearl of her swollen clit felt like it was on fire! 
She sucked and sucked on his spurting penis while her body shook with the 
intensity of her climax. Debby swallowed, feeling the thick river of sperm 
oozing down her throat. 

Harold placed his hands on her waist and lifted her steaming, dripping pussy 
from his face. He inhaled deeply, filling his half-starved lungs with air. 
Harold very seldom let a girl suck him off, and he couldn't remember feeling 
so completely drained in a long time. 

Debby pulled herself up, still holding his penis in her hand. When she 
turned around to face him, her knees gave and she sunk down beside him on 
the bed. She placed her head on his chest and gazed up into his eyes, her 
hand still holding his penis lovingly. 

Harold looked down fondly at the young girl's pretty face. Some of his 
juices had trickled out of the corner of her lips to her chin. The affection 
that she felt for him was unmistakable in the way that she was cuddling his 
body and Harold experienced a sensation of warmth that he hadn't felt in 
years. 

"That was good, Debby," he said softly. "Did you enjoy it?" 

"Yes," she murmured, squeezing his penis in her hand lovingly. "Am I awful?" 

"Of course not!" Harold laughed. "I told you that girls enjoyed sucking a 
man's cock. Most women want to please their men sexually. Exciting a man's 
passion always stimulates a girl. Here, look at these photos. Do these girls 
look like they're suffering when they suck cock?" 

"No," Debby admitted quietly. "You just have to be patient with me. I've 
been such a terrible prude all my life, Harold," she sighed, fondly 
squeezing his now partially limp penis in her hand. 

"You've changed," Harold remarked gently. 

"But everything has happened so fast!" she protested with a deep sigh. "I'm 
so confused. I don't understand myself anymore at all." 

"Did you understand yourself before?" 

"I guess not," she sighed. "I thought I did, but now it seems that my life 
was dull and meaningless. You know what frightens me?" 

"What?" 

"What will happen to me when you release me and I go home? What kind of a 
person will I be? What will I do with my life?" 

"I can't answer that, Debby. You will be a better person than you were. That 
much is certain. You will see everything through different eyes, and you'll 
know the joys that your body can give you." 

They relaxed and talked. Debby asked him questions about his philosophy of 
sex and Harold answered her honestly. She continued stroking his penis while 
they enjoyed the comfort of pleasant relaxation. 

"You know what I want to do when I go home?" she asked. 

"What." 

"Go to see Deep Throat. Is the movie like these pictures?" 

"I think so," Harold chuckled. "I have to confess I haven't seen it myself. 
Do you like these magazines?" 

"Oh, yes!" she responded. 

They began going through the magazines. Debby's hand continued fondly 
working Harold's penis until it began to inflate again. 

"Look at how that man is putting his penis in the girl's vagina from 
behind!" she exclaimed. 

"Why don't you use the proper words, cock and cunt?" Harold remarked. 
"Somehow, vagina seems dirty to me. Besides, he isn't sticking his prick in 
her cunt. He's shoving it up her ass. See?" 

"Does that feel good?" she asked with a frown creasing her forehead. 

"Some girls love it. Others don't. Want to try it?" 

"I... I don't know," Debby replied softly. 

"You have to try everything once," Harold said gently. "That's the only way 
you can decide what you like and don't like. Come on, you've got me hard 
again, anyway. Do you have any hand lotion or face cream?" 

"In my cosmetic case," she replied. "But, Harold, I..." 

The thought of ramming his prick up her hot, virginal ass made Harold's 
heart pound in his chest. He ignored the increasing doubt in her voice and 
went to her cosmetic case and found the hand lotion. 

"Put a nice thick coat on my prick," he told her, handing her the plastic 
bottle. 

Reluctantly, Debby poured a generous pool of the thick lotion into the palm 
of her hand and began smearing it on his erecting organ. 

"Now stand up and bend over the bed, just like the girl in that photo," he 
commanded, pulling her to her feet and turning her around to face the bed. 
"Double down," he said, pushing her shoulders toward the mattress, "and 
spread your legs wide apart." 

Harold's heart was pounding in his temples as he looked down at the innocent 
girl's voluptuous body before him. Her long, sculptured legs were rigid and 
straight. The gorgeous round spheres of her tender young buttocks were 
raised high in the air, and Harold could see the puckered brown starfish of 
her virginal anus nestled between the pearl-white cheeks of her ass. Pouring 
some hand lotion in his palm, he coated his middle finger with a thick glob 
and brought it to her anal opening. 

His prick was straining and throbbing as he worked the cream into her 
rectum. A tingling sensation began in his balls and shot through his veins 
when he penetrated her rectum the third time with his finger coated with the 
lubricating cream. 

Debby was going through a secret mental torture. For as long as she could 
remember, her anus had been a secret, supersensitive source of physical 
excitement. Bowel movements had always been a source of stimulation for her, 
and, she often lingered for longer than necessary in wiping herself. The 
touch of his finger in this highly sensitive, secret area made her entire 
body tremble. But this was something that she had always believed was wrong 
and wicked. 

Harold noticed how the muscles in her thighs trembled as he massaged her 
rectal opening. He wondered if it was fear, or if Debby was a girl who 
received erotic stimulation from anal contact. He moved forward slowly, 
relishing the sight of the white coated head of his cock slipping into the 
delightful crevice between the full, tender cheeks of her lovely, virginal 
ass. His balls began pulsing strongly as he brought the tip of his cock to 
the cream-ringed entrance between her asscheeks. 

Debby's body trembled when she felt the swollen head of his prick press 
against the elastic ring of her anal opening. She felt her clitoris become 
rigid and begin to quiver. Even her hard nipples pressed against the bed 
quaked. 

"Ouch!" she protested when he began pressing hard to ram his hotly-throbbing 
penis inside her rectum. "That hurts! Ow! Please! Please, take it out! I 
can't take it! You're hurting me! Oh, please! AAAAUUUUURRRRGGGGHHHHH!" 

Debby thought that she would faint with the pain when his swollen penis 
popped inside her anal opening and he shoved it to the hilt in her rectum. 
It felt as if he had shoved a sharp knife up her and was ripping her insides 
to shreds! 

Harold could hardly believe it when his bloated cock glided smoothly up her 
ass. It was tight, pulling the foreskin on his penis back until it hurt, yet 
he had managed to shove it to the hilt inside her-something he had never 
been able to accomplish with any other woman! 

He felt her knees weaken and he grasped her waist to hold her up as she hung 
suspended on his throbbing rod. He held her suspended like this until he 
felt the strength begin to return to her legs. 

Debby's body went through a period of hysterical shaking as the intense pain 
raced through her innocent body relentlessly. She dug her fingernails into 
the blanket and gripped the material with every ounce of strength in her 
tortured body. Tears flooded from her eyes, and covered her cheeks. She 
thought that she was going to die, but the pain gradually began to fade as 
her rectum adjusted to this rough penetration of Harold's thick, surging 
organ. 

When the pain became tolerable, Debby felt the suddenly intense surge of 
excitement and pleasure that she had enjoyed for years in the bathroom, only 
magnified a thousand times! It was no longer limited to the small ring at 
the entrance to her anal canal. She could feel the exciting burning 
sensation all the way up into her bowels! It hurt, but it was the most 
stimulating pain that she had ever experienced in her young sheltered life! 

Harold held the young girl's hips in his powerful hands and began sliding 
his cock in and out of her ravaged rectum. It was tight, so tight that he 
experienced pain every time that he lunged into her bowels and stretched the 
foreskin on his blood-inflated prick. His balls seemed to be roaring in his 
ears, and Harold realized that he wouldn't be able to hold out long in this 
position. 

Reaching down between the beautiful girl's tender thighs, he placed the tip 
of his finger on her erect, quivering clitoris and began massaging it while 
he mercilessly drove his raging prick into her ass. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" Debby cried excitedly when she felt him touch her 
sensitive bud. She was already very excited from the penetration of his long 
thick penis in her bowels and his manipulation of her sensitive clit drove 
her wild with passion. She braced her knees against the edge of the bed and 
began humping her ass into his driving crotch. She bucked obscenely into his 
raging penis and began pounding her young fists against the blanket. The 
combination of his penetration of her supersensitive anal canal and the tip 
of his finger flicking against and mashing her clitoris was too much for the 
inexperienced young girl. Her legs gave and she fell forward on the bed, 
pulling him down on top of her, his pile-driving hips nailing her to the 
bouncing mattress. 

"Yyyyieeeeee!" Her short but loud scream pierced the silence of the room 
when she felt a dam burst inside her, flooding her rectum with a load of 
searing, hot sperm. She gripped the blanket in her clawing hands and held on 
for dear life as a fantastic explosion seemed to rip her tortured body 
apart. Tears of joy gushed from her eyes and she felt her body erupt into a 
roaring ball of flame just before her muscles relaxed and she dropped into a 
faint. 

Harold gritted his teeth as his balls pumped their cargo into the beautiful 
girl's virginal young ass. He felt her go limp and it took every ounce of 
strength remaining in his spent body to lift himself free of the girl's 
marvelously passionate flesh. He watched his thoroughly spent organ slide 
out of her ravaged rectum and he silently wondered if he had ever enjoyed 
any girl's body as much as he had Debby's. 

He stood trembling at the side of the bed for several minutes, gazing down 
at the girl's inert body. When the strength slowly began flowing through his 
body again, he gently picked Debby up and placed her on her back and covered 
her with the blanket. 

Harold was pleased to see her eyes flutter open as he finished dressing. 

"I have some important errands now," he said softly, coming over to the bed 
and placing his hand gently on her forehead. "You get some rest and I'll see 
you when I get back tonight." 

Debby smiled but didn't say a word as Harold unlocked the door and left the 
room. 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

Harold Sorenson stepped out of the phone booth in the lobby of the quaint 
Barcelona Hotel on the lake and walked down to the large patio that doubled 
as an outdoor restaurant and bar. The operator had assured him that she 
would send a bellboy down as soon as his call to San Francisco came through. 

"Una botella de Pont Laveque," he told the waiter, ordering his favorite 
Argentine burgundy. In the short time that he had been in the country Harold 
had acquired a taste for the excellent Argentine wines. He was no expert on 
wines, but he knew that these were as good, if not actually better, than any 
that he had ever tasted. 

Harold had, in fact, become quite attracted to Argentina. The low cost of 
living was amazing. What meals he had eaten in restaurants had been 
excellent, and the average price had been about a dollar and a half for a 
full dinner. 

The lake was filled with boats. People were sailing and water-skiing, and a 
number of fishermen had lines in from the bridge. It was Saturday and he 
wondered if the lake was this crowded every weekend. He knew that this lake 
village of San Carlos was a popular resort area. It was located between La 
Cumbre in the mountains and Crdoba, one of Argentina's largest industrial 
cities. Harold thought that a majority of the people on the lake were 
probably from Crdoba, getting away from the busy city for a pleasant 
weekend. 

For the past day or so, Harold had been considering settling down in 
Argentina when this assignment was over. A sudden display of money in San 
Francisco might draw the attention of the Internal Revenue Service, and 
Harold wondered just how safe he would be in the same city with Matthew 
Harmon and Debby. If they ever decided to blow the whistle on him, he might 
have a difficult time keeping his hide out of jail. 

But with over four hundred thousand dollars in Argentina, he could pretty 
well write his own ticket. He could buy a ranch and live like a king without 
a worry in the world. The country had a great deal of natural beauty, and 
Harold found the people interesting and friendly 

"Senor Maldonado, ya tienen su llamada," the bellboy said, telling Harold 
that his call was ready and waiting. Harold used a different name each time 
he placed a long-distance call. 

"Gracias," Harold said, handing the bellboy a two-peso tip and following him 
back into the lobby. He was anxious to hear what Benny had found out. There 
had to be a good reason why Matthew Harmon wanted his sister kidnapped and 
turned into a sex machine. Nobody paid half a million dollars for this type 
of service without a good reason, and Harold wanted to know just how the 
cards were stacked in this game that he was playing in. 

"Benny?" he said, picking up the phone. 

"Right on, Harold baby," the voice said with a clarity that made it sound 
like he was in the same building rather than thousands of miles away. 

"Get anything?" Harold asked. 

"About an hour ago. This is going to cost you, baby. I laid five small ones 
on a broad." 

"Okay, okay, I told you I'd pay," Harold said impatiently, "just fill me 
in." 

"Old man Harmon cashed in a few days ago," Benny said. "His will ain't been 
read yet, but this chick got me a photo copy. Everything goes to the broad, 
providing she's a good girl." 

"What does that mean?" Harold asked. 

"A morals clause. Old man must have been a real non-swinger. The will 
provides that if either of the heirs has been balling around, the other one 
gets the cake. Chick says she heard her boss estimate the estate to be worth 
over a hundred million. Lot of bread." 

"You can say that again!" Harold said with a low whistle. 

"Is that the dope you wanted?" Benny asked. "I think so," Harold said 
slowly. "Any mention of the broad in the papers up there?" 

"Just a line in the story about the old man's death. Said she was in shock, 
or something like that, and would return from her trip after a short rest." 

"Funeral?" 

"Today. Can't remember the place, but it was one of them fancy joints. Need 
anything more?" 

"You might do some footwork for me. Check out Matthew Harmon's private life. 
Don't let anyone know you're on him, though. Can you handle it?" 

"A bill a day, plus expenses," Benny said. 

"Okay. I'll be in touch." 

Harold returned to the patio to sip his wine and ponder on the information 
that Benny had supplied. He had never heard of a morals clause in a will 
before and something in his memory about general law and inheritance made 
him wonder if such a clause would hold water if it was challenged in court. 
Few people would risk the publicity of such an action, he mused as he stared 
out at the graceful sailboats slicing through the deep blue water. 

The morals clause explained Matthew Harmon's caper. It was a lousy thing for 
a brother to pull on his sister, but the stakes were high. Over a hundred 
million dollars! It was hard to believe that Debby Harmon was worth that 
much money. And her brother, with Harold's help, was about to take it all 
away from her. 

Harold also now understood why Matthew Harmon had suddenly doubled the 
stakes in the assignment. When he set the plan in motion, it had been 
preparation for the future - the gathering of evidence to be used at some 
undetermined future date. Then the father died and it was a case of now or 
never for Matthew Harmon. And with a hundred million dollars at stake, 
Matthew Harmon could afford to be generous to the group who would make it 
all possible for him. 

Storing this information along with the seedling of an idea away in his 
mind, Harold signaled the waiter for his bill. He still had things to do 
before this day ended. First, he had to call Matthew Harmon, and Harold 
intended to drive into Crdoba for that. At this point he wanted to play his 
hand with every ounce of caution possible. Thus far he had seen no evidence 
that a search for Debby was underway in Argentina, but that didn't mean that 
the authorities weren't conducting an investigation. And calls to San 
Francisco might very well be under monitor. A call from Crdoba would be 
more difficult to trace than a call from any of the small villages near the 
lake or in the mountains. If any investigation was underway, several calls 
from the same area would certainly be suspect. 

The drive into Crdoba took Harold through a lovely mountain pass that 
dropped into a lush green valley leading to the large industrial city. 
Crdoba itself reminded Harold of Pittsburg. It was a gray, dull, 
uninteresting city devoted primarily to heavy industry. A guidebook that 
Harold had purchased said that Crdoba was one of the oldest cities in 
Argentina and that the area was noted for its colonial architecture. The 
colonial buildings were in evidence, but in Harold's opinion Crdoba lacked 
charm and character. It was a sprawling mass of industry hugging a wide 
river that flowed through the valley. 

Recently, Crdoba had become known as the center of Marxist guerrilla 
activity. A total of eleven prominent people had been kidnapped in the area, 
which was one reason that Harold had chosen the city as a base in his 
original plan. This was also why he wanted to make all of his calls to 
Matthew Harmon from Crdoba. 

He parked one block off the main plaza and walked to the Hotel Antigua to 
place his call. He was fifteen minutes late on the time that they had agreed 
upon, but Harold felt confident that Matthew Harmon would be waiting. The 
station-to-station call went through in record time. 

"I'm glad you called," Matthew's voice said above the low static on the 
line. "Was everything all right on the shipment?" 

"Yes, sir,' Harold responded, avoiding the use of names as they had agreed 
now that the possibility of wire tapping existed. 

"Good," Matthew said. "And when will you be ready to process the order?" 

"Everything is in preparation now," Harold replied. "Once the order has gone 
through the print machine, we'll be ready to process at any time. Perhaps 
you can give me instructions on how you want this handled now." 

"Yes, of course. But first, let me say that time is very important at the 
moment. Our clients are demanding prompt delivery. Do you think you will be 
able to process the order tomorrow?" 

"Tomorrow! That's terribly short notice, sir," Harold responded, smiling to 
himself about Matthew's obvious rush now that his father was gone. "As I 
said, we have to put the order through the print machine." 

"And how long will that take?" 

"I can't honestly say, sir," Harold said. "It's possible that we could do it 
tonight or tomorrow, but it's impossible to state with any real certainty. I 
know you want quality." 

"Absolutely! That's a must! Any effort you can make to speed it up will be 
appreciated. Our clients might become suspicious if we delay much more. Now 
here's how this should be handled. The invoice will be made out in the 
amount we originally discussed, and that should be delivered to the American 
Embassy for certification. Do you understand?" 

"Yes, sir." 

"Payment will be made in the amount we agreed on the other day, double the 
first figure. The payment will be sealed to cover any variation. You may use 
your usual flair for these things in deciding how the payment should be 
received. I trust you'll cover all contingencies in that department." 

"Naturally," Harold responded. 

"Delivery of the merchandise can perhaps best be coordinated through the 
embassy. The documentation..." 

"I'll be glad to bring that up myself," Harold interrupted. "It would be 
best to minimize the chance of exposure, don't you think?" 

"All right," Matthew Harmon said after a moment's hesitation. "But if you 
want, I can arrange for someone to pick it up from you down there." 

"That won't be necessary, sir," Harold replied. "Everything is under 
control. Unless something comes up, I won't talk to you again until I 
deliver the documentation." 

"Is there anywhere I can reach you?" Matthew asked quickly. 

"No," Harold replied. "But don't be concerned. Everything is going exactly 
the way you want. I'm sure I'll be seeing you shortly." 

Harold had to wait fifteen minutes for the charges on the call to come 
through. He paid the hotel cashier and then drove out to the airport to turn 
the rented car in to the agency. From there he took a taxi back to town and 
spent the next hour and a half bargaining with a dealer over the purchase of 
a used Torino, the luxury car built by Renault in Argentina. The car was 
three years old and appeared to be in good condition. He paid cash in pesos 
and had the dealer register the car to a name that he had picked from the 
Crdoba telephone directory. 

To Harold Sorenson, who had struggled most of his life to make ends meet, 
spending over two thousand dollars on a car that he would use for no more 
than a week seemed like a terrible waste. But the game was dangerous, and 
the stakes were high. With the documentation required by the car-rental 
agency, it was too easy to trace the vehicle back to Harold-and erasing any 
tracks that could lead to him was worth any price at this point. 

Harold's last stop in Crdoba was at a photographic supply house where he 
purchased the items that George had noted on a list of things that he would 
need. He loaded the supplies in the trunk of the Torino and began the long 
drive back to La Cumbre. 

George Munroe, the man that Harold had chosen for the photography part of 
this caper, was becoming a source of concern to Harold. George was nobody's 
fool. The fact that he had managed to survive for years in the dog-eat-dog 
world of commercial photography attested the man's cunning and shrewdness. 
Some of the idle, casual questions that George had asked in the past several 
days alerted Harold to the fact that that the photographer was looking for a 
way to make more than the agreed-upon ten thousand dollars for his part in 
this assignment. 

It's too late to replace him now, Harold mused to himself as he drove 
through the lake village of San Carlos and headed for the mountain retreat 
at La Cumbre, so I'll have to watch George-like a hawk. Harold knew that the 
one thing that he had to guard against was George making duplicates of any 
of the films taken of Debby. 

 * * * * 

 The sun had set and it was dark when Harold pulled the Torino up behind the 
chalet. He gathered up the supplies and locked the car. 

"Well, our fearless leader has returned," Hank said when Harold walked into 
the living room. "And how is the outside world?" 

"Calm and quiet," Harold returned. "Anything going on here?" 

"The phone rang this afternoon," Danny Sedonisa said. 

"You didn't answer it?" Harold demanded. 

"No," George Munroe replied as he helped Harold sort out the supplies. "But 
in case you didn't know, that's a lot easier said than done. A phone ringing 
triggers an urgent desire to answer it. It's sort of a compulsion to pick 
the damned thing up, but we remembered your warning and exerted will over 
the compulsive desire." 

"For a minute," Hank added, "we thought it was you with the code, but it 
just went on ringing." 

"Who the hell would be calling here?" George asked. 

"I was wondering the same thing," Harold said quietly. "It might have been a 
friend of the owner of the chalet checking to see if he was up here for the 
weekend." 

"Or it might have been the agent you rented the joint from," Danny added. 

"In any event," Harold said, "I think that it's time to get on with the show 
and wrap this thing up as soon as possible. I talked to our client and he'd 
like to get things moving tomorrow." 

"That suits me," Hank said. "I'm starting to get cabin fever in this joint, 
and I've got plans for my ten grand back in the States." 

"Me, too," Danny agreed. "I've had my eye on a little bar in the Mission 
District and with this ten grand I can just about handle it." 

"But are we ready?" George Munroe asked, checking the items that Harold had 
purchased off his list. 

"That depends," Harold said. "Did you cut that hole in the closet wall 
upstairs?" 

"Yeah," Hank replied. "Like you suggested, we had the broad down here in the 
living room all afternoon and George and me cut the holes and set the 
cameras up while Danny watched her. We even set up a makeshift lighting rig. 
All we got to do now is screw those flood lamps in, isn't it, George?" 

"Right," George responded. "I'll need about five minutes to make some meter 
readings and we're set to shoot. But from what Danny says, the broad was 
real uptight down here this afternoon. Nervous as a cat and brooding." 

"Yeah," Danny added, "she couldn't seem to sit still, and a couple of times 
she had tears in her eyes. You know how women are." 

"Okay," Harold said, "I'll go up and talk to her. You get your equipment 
ready, George. If we can go tonight, we'll go. And you two get ready, Danny 
and Hank." 

"That's one part of this I don't mind at all," Danny said with a laugh. 
"She's got some figure on her!" 

"It wouldn't hurt to take up some booze to loosen her up a little," George 
added. 

"She don't drink," Danny said. "She told me that today." 

"She might take wine," Harold commented. "That's not a bad idea, George. 
There's a fresh bottle of that good burgundy in the kitchen." 

He took the bottle and climbed the stairs to unlock the door to the master 
suite. 

"Hi," Debby!" he greeted her as he walked in and closed the door. 

"Hi," she responded listlessly as she sat stark naked in the chair by the 
dresser. 

"Sounds like you're down in the dumps," Harold remarked. "Here, let's have a 
glass of wine. That should lift your spirits." 

"I don't drink," she said quietly. 

"Neither do I," Harold said with a smile. "Not liquor, anyway. But wine is 
different. It relaxes you without intoxicating you. Ever try it?" 

"No." 

"Well, come on, let's have a glass together and talk about what's bothering 
you." He poured two glasses of the rich burgundy and handed one to the 
depressed girl. She accepted the glass and automatically placed it to her 
lips. 

"Umm! That's good," she said, showing a small spark of enthusiasm for the 
first time since he had entered the room. 

"I think these Argentine wines are as good as I've tasted in my life," 
Harold remarked as he sat down on the arm of her chair. "Now tell me what's 
bugging you." 

"Everything! What's going to become of me? You know, when you're all alone 
like this you have plenty of time to think. You can't run out and lose your 
problems by going to a movie or mixing with a bunch of people at some party. 
You have to face them, and believe me that's no fun." 

"Things aren't that bad, Debby," Harold said soothingly, pleased to see that 
she was taking long swallows of wine. 

"Oh, that's easy for you to say! When this is all over, you'll go on with 
your life. You'll be richer from the ransom you collect, I suppose, but you 
have your life all planned. What happens to me? I can't go back to my old 
life. There's nothing left. You've destroyed that. Can I have some more 
wine, please? You're right, it's very good." 

Debby pulled herself out of the chair and began walking around the room 
nervously, sipping regularly from the glass that she held in her hand. 

"What is there for me?" she said. "I couldn't even become a successful 
prostitute. I'm too old!" 

Harold felt an itch begin in his balls as he watched the lovely girl's naked 
body while she walked idly about the room, but he forced the erotic thoughts 
from his mind. The telephone call at the chalet that afternoon bothered him 
and he wanted to wrap this thing up as quickly as he could. 

"You'd make a great whore, Debby," he laughed, "and you're by no means too 
old, but that's no life for you. Why can't you return to your old life, 
spicing it up a little with some sex?" 

"You don't know my father!" she replied, draining her glass and bringing it 
to him for another refill. "Besides, I'm through being a dull, vapid 
hypocrite! Say, this wine is wonderful! As usual, you were right. I feel 
much more relaxed. You know, I think you know more about me than I do. Where 
will you go when this is all over, Harold?" 

"I don't know, Debby," Harold remarked as he again filled her glass. She was 
getting high and he was beginning to feel that the wine might put her in the 
mood for what he had planned for her. "I can't explain right now, but this 
whole thing has turned out to be something different than what I originally 
thought. So I'm not sure what I'm going to do." 

"You mean my father won't pay the ransom?" Debby laughed. "It would serve 
you right. He's tight when he wants to be." 

"No, that's not it. The ransom will be paid in the next couple of days," 
Harold replied. 

"That's too bad," she laughed. "I thought that maybe you'd be stuck with me. 
Poetic justice! Wow, I'm a little dizzy. Are you sure you can't become 
intoxicated on wine?" she asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed to 
clear her head. 

"You'd have to consume a hell of a lot of it," Harold chuckled. "And getting 
stuck with you wouldn't be the worst thing that ever happened to me, young 
lady. You're one hell of a girl." 

"I wish I believed that," she returned. "Is there any more wine?" 

"Oh, I imagine we can squeeze one more glass out of the bottle," Harold 
replied, picking up the sex magazine that he had carefully selected from the 
stack on the dresser and carrying it along with the wine to sit next to her 
on the bed. He filled her glass and began flipping casually through the 
magazine. This particular one was devoted to a series of photos of two men 
and one girl. 

Debby drained her glass in two swallows and giggled when she looked at the 
magazine that Harold held in his hands. 

"Wow, I've got an urgent call," she exclaimed. "Must be the wine. I'll be 
right back." 

"Hey," Harold called after her, "why don't you take a nice hot shower to 
relax. I have to go downstairs, but I'll be back." 

"It's not very polite to tell a girl that she stinks," Debby laughed over 
her shoulder. "But a hot shower sounds good." 

As soon as she closed the door to the bathroom, Harold carefully placed the 
magazine on the bed and went quickly to the door. He waited until he heard 
the water running in the shower, then whistled for his team. 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

Debby emerged from the bathroom, she found the bedroom empty. Her eyes 
squinted with the bright light. Having never been drunk in her life, the 
innocent girl didn't realize that she was intoxicated. Everything seemed a 
little strange to her, so she paid no attention to the extra light coming 
from the series of flood lamps installed near the ceiling in the corners of 
the room. 

She suppressed a giggle when she almost lost her balance as she walked to 
the bed. Debby picked up her wine glass and pouted when she found that it 
was empty. The bottle also proved to be empty, and Debby replaced it on the 
night-stand. She sighed and idly picked up the erotic magazine that Harold 
had left on the bed. Debby couldn't remember looking at this magazine 
before. The girl in the photos was an attractive, petite blonde with an 
average body. She was flanked by two handsome men with excitingly long 
penises, and the girl was obviously enjoying herself immensely. 

A familiar tingling sensation began in the golden nest between Debby's 
luxurious thighs. She found that the sight of a girl holding two lovely sex 
organs in her hands was very stimulating. She became even more aroused when 
she looked at the following pages to see the girl taking one penis and then 
the other into her mouth. 

Debby patted the pillows up against the headboards and crawled up to a 
relaxed position on the bed. There was no mistaking the desire sweeping 
through her body. Debby still had trouble believing that it was her body 
reacting like this! It seemed like she couldn't get enough sex! And every 
time she looked at the erotic photos, she was immediately transformed into a 
bitch in heat. She sighed, hoping that Harold would return soon, and opened 
the magazine again. 

Behind the closed door to the closet, Harold stood next to George Munroe in 
the darkness. It was a large, walk-in closet, but with all of George's 
photographic equipment they were crowded for room. 

"I think she's as ready as she'll ever be," Harold whispered quietly to 
George. 

George nodded his head and tapped lightly on the back wall of the closet. 
Almost immediately, they heard the door to the room open. 

Debby looked up when she heard the door open and saw Hank and Danny enter 
the room. 

"Hi baby!" Hank greeted. "Harold sent us to tell you that he had to run out 
for a while. He said we should bring up a bottle of wine and have a little 
party." 

"But he said he'd be right back!" Debby protested as the two lean men 
approached the bed. 

"Change in plans," Danny remarked, sitting down on the edge of the bed and 
pouring Debby's glass full of wine from the bottle that he carried with him. 

"Anyway," Hank added, "two cocks are better than one for a party. What are 
you reading?" 

Debby blushed and quickly placed the erotic magazine out of his reach on the 
other side of the bed. She accepted the glass of wine and took a long 
swallow as she studied the two men. Both of them had made love to her when 
she was tied to the bed. Hank was taller than Danny and wore his jet-black 
hair slicked down. He had a mean, cold, vacant stare in his eyes that 
frightened Debby every time that she saw him. Danny always wore an open, 
warm, and sympathetic expression on his face and Debby liked him. He had 
broader shoulders and a fuller chest than Hank, but he was equally as lean 
and muscular. 

"Hey, it's too warm in here for all these clothes," Danny said, standing and 
starting to undress. 

"Yeah," Hank agreed, following Danny's lead. "How about some more wine, 
baby?" 

"Okay," Debby replied, trying to pull her eyes away from Danny's swaying 
penis as he pulled his shorts off. She blushed as the photos in the magazine 
flashed through her mind as she looked at the two men standing stark naked 
before her. Their organs hung down between their hairy legs like miniature 
elephant trunks. She could feel her temperature rise as her heart began 
beating faster. 

Debby argued in her mind that she didn't want either of these men, but the 
sight of their naked bodies and their organs hanging down from their bushy 
crotches seemed to ignite something in her system. She wondered what it 
would be like to have two men at the same time, just like the petite blonde 
in the magazine. She drained her glass of wine and sighed as she gave into 
the powerful urge sweeping through her. Placing the glass on the nightstand, 
the intoxicated girl reached out and grasped a penis in each hand. 

The touch of their cocks in her warm hands shot an electric charge racing 
through the inexperienced young girl's veins. Her breath caught in her 
throat and she could feel her heart beating wildly in her breast. 

Debby was too excited and intoxicated to hear the steady muffled clicking of 
the 35mm camera behind the wall of the closet. Nor did she hear the whirring 
sound of the 16mm motion picture camera when George flipped it on as she 
reached out to the men standing by the bed. 

George turned to Harold and nodded his head, indicating that the situation 
couldn't be better. 

Harold smiled in the darkness as he carefully studied the equipment that 
George Munroe had in operation. His attention returned to the peep hole when 
he heard Hank speak. 

"Say, we can have a real party! Why don't you dip your tongue into her cunt, 
Danny? Let's make her feel real good! How about some more wine, baby?" 

"Yes, please," she said softly, spreading her legs wide apart as Danny 
climbed on the bed and knelt between her thighs. 

"I've got just the way to give it to you, baby," Hank laughed, filling her 
empty glass and holding it as he climbed up on the bed. He knelt beside her 
head, carefully choosing the angle that he and George had discussed that 
afternoon. 

"Oooooohhh!" Debby moaned when she felt Danny's tongue slip into her vaginal 
opening and caress her clitoris. She could feel the blood rushing into the 
sensitive organ as his slithering tongue teased it fully awake. Looking up, 
her vision was filled with the sight of Hank's long hard prick poised above 
her face. 

The young girl watched with fascination as Hank slowly dipped his straining 
organ into the glass of wine. When he brought it out of the glass, it was 
covered with a light coat of the deep-red burgundy. Several drops fell on 
the bed as he guided it to her mouth. 

"Here's your wine, baby," Hank laughed. "Lick it clean and I'll give you 
some more." 

Debby realized why she disliked this man, He was so crude! Yet the sight of 
his rigid penis covered with burgundy seemed to hypnotize her. She reached 
out and grasped the base of his throbbing prick in her fingers. She knew 
that this was a low, vile, degrading thing that he was doing to her, but in 
her intoxicated state she thought that she deserved whatever they did to her 
as punishment for what she had become. Maybe if she let them do everything 
they wanted to her, if she satisfied their every desire, she could redeem 
her sins and be free again. 

Debby parted her lips and darted her tongue out to bring it to the swollen 
knob at the tip of his straining penis. Holding the base of his rod securely 
in her hand, she began licking the long, gnarled shaft. She could taste the 
wine mixed with the salty flavor of his sex and she found it strangely 
exciting. She nuzzled the blood-engorged penis beneath her nose and inhaled 
the fragrance of the wine, running her tongue back and forth along the 
underside of his hardened length. 

Hank felt his balls begin expanding as he watched the pretty young girl 
adoringly caress his tormentingly pulsing cock. She was everything that he 
hated. A rich bitch who snubbed her nose at men like Hank. And watching her 
nuzzle and lick his prick excited the hell out of him. 

Danny was burrowing into her rich, golden pussy. She had obviously washed 
her cunt when she showered. The fresh odor of soap still lingered in her 
fur-lined slit. He rammed his tongue an inch into her hot vagina and felt 
the muscles in her thighs spasm. Then he ran his tongue up the length of her 
sweet, delicious slit and began teasing her erect, quivering clitoris. The 
size of her clitoris fascinated him. He had never seen one that large 
before, and he loved the way that it trembled and strained beneath his 
tongue. Pursing his lips, he captured the ripe bud and slowly sucked it into 
his mouth. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" Debby moaned, straining her hips to arch her crotch 
against the boy's face. 

"Time for more wine, baby," Hank remarked, taking his organ and again 
dipping it into the wine glass filled with the rich wine. "This time, take 
it in your mouth and suck it clean." 

Debby's body was raging with fire. She grasped Hank's dripping wet penis and 
guided the inflated head to her sensuous lips. She held it poised there for 
a moment while her body strained against Danny's face. Then she ovaled her 
soft lips and slipped the head of his blood-inflated penis inside the wet 
circle. Debby-brought her head up, sliding his hard penis all the way down 
her throat as the combination of wine and his lubricating fluids filled her 
taste buds. She felt his hairy balls scrape against her tender chin as she 
began sliding his rigid, pulsing prick in and out of her warm mouth. 

Harold Sorenson in the closet felt his cock begin straining against his 
pants as he watched Debby take on the two men through the peep hole. He 
found the transformation that had taken place in this innocent girl in a 
matter of days almost impossible to believe! She had gone full circle from 
prudish virgin to the complete sex machine! He wondered briefly just what 
kind of person Debby Harmon really was? 

Harold saw Danny remove his dripping wet face from Debby's pussy and pull 
himself into a kneeling position between her lewdly splayed legs. Danny was 
holding his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly as he watched Debby slide 
Hank's prick in and out of her mouth. As Harold watched, Danny slowly guided 
his throbbing prick to Debby's moist cunt. Lodging the inflated head in the 
cuntal slit, Danny braced himself and jerked his hips to send his hard cock 
plummeting to the hilt in her quivering belly. 

Debby was so aroused that she almost exploded when she felt a swollen penis 
lunge to the boiling depths of her womb! Hank's rigid, pulsing organ 
completely filled her mouth, and now her vagina was stuffed with an equally 
large and very much alive cock! Suddenly, Debby knew how the girl in the 
magazine must have felt. Two live, throbbing, distended pricks in a girl's 
body at the same time were enough to drive her wild! 

She tried to match Danny's long, deep thrusts into her vagina by bobbing her 
head up and down the length of Hank's prick in her mouth. His balls beat a 
rhythm on her tender chin, setting a mystic cadence with Danny's balls 
bouncing and slapping the cheeks of her soft ass. Beads of perspiration 
broke out all over her voluptuous young body as her animal desires pulled 
and jerked her muscles in straining unison with the two men venting their 
lust inside her warm flesh. 

"Christ!" George Munroe whispered in the dark closet as he reached down and 
flicked the shutters on two still cameras while the motion-picture camera 
whirred. "She puts Linda Lovelace to shame!" 

"Are you getting it on film?" Harold whispered, watching George's every move 
in the darkened closet. 

"You'd better believe it! Meter readings are perfect. And look at that girl 
take those two pricks!" 

"Danny and Hank aren't doing too bad themselves," Hank Chuckled softly. 

Debby hung onto Hank's throbbing penis for all she was worth when an intense 
orgasm gripped her ravaged body. She wanted to scream at the top of her 
lungs, but she didn't want to take the lust-incited thickness of his prick 
out of her mouth. Her entire body seemed to explode and become a mass of 
quivering jelly as she came and came. She couldn't seem to stop cumming! 
Danny's cock was flying in and out of her vagina like a racing plunger! His 
wiry pubic hair was grinding against her distended clitoris with every 
downstroke, making her body quake with a series of continuous explosions. 

Suddenly, both of the pricks inside her seemed to swell up to twice their 
size! She felt the river of searing hot sperm jetting into her vagina first 
and she arched her hips to take him even deeper inside her burning womb. But 
even as she moved, she felt another hot river splashing against the roof of 
her tender mouth as Hank's balls exploded. 

The bursting of these two dams almost simultaneously in her superheated body 
triggered another orgasm in the young girl, a climax almost twice as intense 
as the one that she had just experienced. Debby's muscles jerked with sharp 
quaking spasms and it was all that she could do to keep from fainting with 
the fantastic pleasure that scorched every nerve ending in her tortured 
young body. 

"That was good, baby!" Hank sighed, pulling his deflating cock from her hot, 
hungry mouth. His balls drained and his knees were weak when he climbed off 
the bed to get the bottle of wine and fill their glasses. 

Danny pulled his spent body over Debby's soft, graceful leg and sat on the 
edge of the bed. He picked up the erotic magazine that Debby had been 
looking at when they arrived and began idly going through it. 

Debby thought that her body would never stop trembling! She felt inundated 
with the juices of sex. Some of Hank's copious viscous cum dribbled from the 
corner of her lips and down her chin. Danny's load of hot semen was oozing 
out of her vagina and running down the crevice between the luscious 
asscheeks. She tensed her muscles to stop the trembling in her arm as she 
accepted a glass of wine from Hank. Bringing her head up, she took a long 
swallow of the mellow red burgundy and felt it wash down what remained of 
Hank's love juice in her throat. 

A whispered argument was in progress in the closet while the three people on 
the bed relaxed and sipped wine. 

"That should be enough!" Harold said. 

"Don't be silly!" George Munroe whispered hoarsely. "I flipped the movie 
camera off when they stopped and there's at least another ten minutes of 
unexposed film on the reel. We can't afford to take chances. Some of the 
damnedest things can happen in photography. That's why we always take five 
or ten shots for every one we use. We'll wait and see if they start up 
again. If they do, I'll grab what's left on the reel to make sure we get 
something decent." 

"Okay," Harold relented reluctantly, "but just finish off what you have in 
the cameras. That will be more than we'll ever need. Christ, it's cramped in 
here!" 

"That's the price you pay when you work for the big boys," George chuckled. 

Harold turned to study George's face in the darkened room. The 
photographer's hint wasn't lost on Harold. Although he had carefully tried 
to keep Debby's identity secret from the men, George apparently knew who she 
was. Danny's voice in the room brought Harold's attention back to the peep 
hole. 

"Hey, this is the kind of work I should get!" Danny laughed, holding the 
erotic magazine up. "I wonder what they pay these studs to ball these 
chicks?" 

"Hell," Hank chuckled, "you wouldn't last a week!" 

"But what a week!" Danny responded. "Wow get a load of this!" 

"Come on, baby," Hank said, taking Debby's arm and pulling her into a 
sitting position on the edge of the bed between the two men, "let's look at 
the pretty pictures together." 

Debby gulped the remainder of her wine and placed the glass on the floor 
beside the bed. A warm, heavy mist covered her mind. The innocent, confused 
captive girl was suddenly no longer herself. This wasn't happening to her. 
It was somebody else sitting between two naked men on a bed in a strange 
room. She was both an individual and a thousand people at once. It was a 
pleasant, ethereal feeling that swept through her and wrapped her tender 
young body in a caressing, comfortable blanket. Debby had to blink her eyes 
a half a dozen times to focus on the magazine that Danny held open on her 
lap. 

When the blurred images cleared, Debby had to suppress a desire to giggle. 
The blonde in the photo was sitting between two nude men, her pretty face 
beaming as she held a rigid penis in each hand. Debby stared at the photo 
and felt a transformation take place. Suddenly she was the girl in the photo 
and Hank and Danny were the men. She reached out with both arms and grasped 
a cock in each hand. A sense of security swept through her body as she 
wrapped her fingers around the two sex organs. Both were wet and slippery 
and only partially erect as she squeezed them and began stroking them 
gently. 

Debby's head was swimming with the wine in her veins and she had a difficult 
time focusing her eyes when Danny flipped the page in the magazine. 
Gradually, the image became clear and she saw the blonde pumping one of the 
men's rigid cocks while she held her head in the other man's lap and took 
his long organ in her mouth. 

The young girl's identification with the blonde in the magazine was so 
complete that she felt she had to do everything that the girl was doing. 
Grasping Hank's rapidly inflating penis firmly in her right hand, Debby 
leaned down and placed her head in Danny's lap. She pulled his partially 
erect prick to her full sensuous lips and captured the growing bulb at the 
tip in her warmly moist mouth. 

Danny's sigh when she pulled his bloated shaft into her hungry mouth covered 
the sounds of the clicking and whirring hidden cameras. Danny closed his 
eyes and wondered how his wife would react in a situation like this. Mary 
had been quite a swinger before they were married, but marriage had turned 
her into a loyal, rather-straight-laced wife. He felt Debby's luscious mouth 
slide all the way down his hardened erection and he wondered what it would 
be like being married to a girl like this. She was one horny bitch! 

Hank could feel the hot, demanding desire flowing through his body while he 
watched Debby's pretty face working in Danny's lap. Her full, sexy lips were 
stretched around Danny's gleaming shaft and her full cheeks puffed out and 
sank in as she sucked on his turgid cock. Her pumping hand in Hank's lap was 
making his balls rumble. Blood was gushing into his organ, inflating it like 
a balloon tied into an air compressor. 

Hank reached over and slipped the magazine out of Danny's relaxed fingers 
and began going through the erotic pages while he allowed the girl's hand to 
stroke his prick into a throbbing pole that stood straight out from his 
crotch. 

The sensation of the innocent young girl's hand working his prick while he 
looked at the erotic photos brought Hank to a fever pitch. It was like 
having an erotic fantasy! His prick strained and began quivering in her 
relentless hand when he stared at a page that showed the blonde standing 
beside a bed, leaning dawn and blowing one of the men while the other stood 
behind her and pumped his cock into her cunt. Hank stared at the page for a 
long time, then could stand it no longer. His balls were threatening to 
explode and his prick was begging to be rammed into the young girl's body. 

With an effort, Hank pulled himself to his feet and stood beside the bed. He 
reached down and lifted Debby's lithe body from the mattress and placed her 
in a standing position in front of Danny. 

Debby didn't know what was happening, and she didn't care. She never let 
Danny's delicious penis out of her mouth. His pulsing blood racing through 
the raised veins on the length of his hard prick was all that mattered to 
her. He had been partially soft when she took him in her oral cavity and now 
he was as hard as a piece of steel. The knowledge that she had accomplished 
this made the intoxicated young girl's chest swell with pride and 
excitement! 

Hank's cock was straining until it actually hurt as he stood behind the 
young girl's voluptuous body. Her ass was poised high in the air as she 
leaned down with her face in Danny's lap. The soft, tender cheeks of her 
pearl-white buttocks were like illuminated spheres. Hank's eyes slowly, 
lasciviously swept down Debby's gorgeous legs. Her full, rounded thighs 
tapered to sculptured knees and fully curved calves. 

The crevice of her ass was like a deep furrow ready for the planting of the 
seeds of pleasure. He stared at her small, puckered, brown asshole, then 
brought his eyes down to her beautiful, golden fur-lined pussy. Her pubic 
hair was coated with beads of moisture that made it glisten in the bright 
flood lights. The entrance to her hot vagina glowed like a bright red beacon 
calling to him. 

Hank took his aching cock in his hand and began stroking it as his 
lust-filled eyes feasted on the young girl's body. He could see her large 
clitoris poised between the lips of her pussy. 

Stroking his prick obscenely until the swollen head was covered with a light 
lather of cream, Hank slowly guided his erection between the lush cheeks of 
her tender ass. He brought the lubricated tip against her clit and rubbed it 
roughly. The girl's voluptuous body began trembling with the electric 
excitement of the contact. He mashed her swollen, sensitive clitoris hard, 
then brought his lust filled cock up and lodged the inflated head in her red 
hole. Grasping her waist firmly in his strong hands, Hank jerked his hips 
and leaned in hard to thrust his throbbing, aching cock to the hilt in her 
steaming hot vagina. 

"Uuuuummmmppphhhhh!" Debby's moan of intense pleasure was muffled by Danny's 
surging penis held snugly in her mouth. She could feel the walls of her 
vagina stretching as her body was suddenly filled with a live, pulsing 
organ. It was all she could do to keep her legs straight when a roaring fire 
coursed through her body. She felt that she was held prisoner between two 
surging, vibrating pistons plunging into her flesh. Danny's pulsing cock was 
lodged in her throat and Hank's bludgeoning prick was crushed against her 
tender cervix. Once again, Debby's tender body was completely stuffed with 
hard, throbbing pricks and her animal urges became excitingly awake. 

As her senses became thoroughly alive, Debby inhaled the heady aroma of 
Danny's crotch. She could taste her own juices mixed with his as she glided 
his live penis in and out of her voraciously sucking mouth. The hair on 
Danny's legs brushed against the sensitive nipples on her bobbing, swaying 
breasts. 

An almost-blinding light penetrated the girl's wine-fogged mind for a brief 
moment, illuminating the obscene spectacle that she was participating in. 
She was being used by two animals in a humiliating, degrading manner, but 
she deserved no less for the wanton woman that she had become. As quickly as 
it came, the light faded behind the heavy curtain of mist and the innocent 
girl allowed the electric excitement in her body to consume her being. 

She could feel Hank's hard, desire-maddened prick driving slowly in and out 
of her tender cunt. Her physical sensitivity was so acute that she could 
feel the pulsing veins on his shaft gouging into the ravaged walls of her 
vagina. His heavy, swaying balls slapped hard against her erect clitoris, 
causing her superheated body to quake with each stroke that he thrust into 
her. 

Her hand slipped down to cup Danny's balls and she began caressing them as 
she moved her mouth faster and faster up and down his delicious cock. She 
wanted to scream at Hank to lunge his penis harder and faster into her body, 
but she couldn't bring herself to take Danny's organ from her mouth for even 
a second. 

In the dark closet, Harold's prick was straining against his pants until it 
ached as he watched the erotic spectacle through the small peep hole. The 
photographic angle was perfect and he could see Hank's gleaming cock sliding 
into Debby's golden pussy with each stroke. Her face was profiled to the 
wall and Harold could see the look of rapture in her eyes as she took 
Danny's cock deep into her lovely throat. It was the most-erotic scene that 
Harold had ever witnessed. 

He turned to see George Munroe busy reloading one of the still cameras. In 
that brief moment the expression on the photographer's face rang a warning 
bell in Harold Sorenson's mind. Intuition told him that George had just 
reached an important decision. To avoid alerting the photographer that he 
had been seen in that moment, Harold quickly returned his gaze to the peep 
hole in the wall of the closet. 

Hank's balls began to swell and ache with an urgent demand for release of 
their boiling hot load. He strengthened his grip on the girl's slender waist 
and began pumping his wildly jerking cock into her wet cunt as fast as he 
could. His eyes were glued to the sight of her ass and his blood was 
pounding in his temples. Hank felt the weight of her body suspended on his 
raging prick as her knees weakened under his onslaught, and he drove his 
penis into her with long, hard, vicious strokes. 

Danny fell back on the bed. She was biting and nibbling on his blood-filled 
organ now and her teeth were driving him crazy with pleasure! He arched his 
hips to counter her bobbing head and drove the swollen head of his cock deep 
into her pliant throat. A loud roar echoed in his ears when she began 
pumping his excited balls in her hot hand, and Danny's breath caught in his 
throat. 

Debby no longer had control of her tortured body. Her legs quaked and 
spasmed as she hung suspended on the hard pole jammed in her ravaged vagina. 
Her full, tender breasts crushed against Danny's hairy leg as Hank held his 
prick buried to the hilt inside her and jerked his hips obscenely to ram its 
swollen head against the entrance to her womb. Small explosions rippled 
through her chest and belly as she disintegrated in a fiery orgasm that 
seemed to begin in her toes and roar through her exhausted body like a shot 
from a cannon. 

The blood in Danny's testicles pounded against the palm of her hand, and 
seconds later she felt the first spurts of sperm explode from the swollen, 
throbbing head of his prick to trickle down her throat. 

At almost the same moment, boiling jets of Hank's juices erupted in the very 
depths of her womb, scalding her ravaged and sore vagina as they splashed 
through her system. 

Every muscle in the captive girl's body went lax. She fought desperately 
against the black cloud that enveloped her for a moment, then fainted. 

She was still unconscious when the two men lifted her spent body and 
stretched her out on the bed. 

CHAPTER NINE 

Harold was standing in the kitchen waiting for the water to boil for coffee 
when he heard the sound outside. He knew that Hank and Danny were in the 
sack. They had pleaded exhaustion after they had helped remove the 
photographic equipment and lights from the room, and after a little 
good-natured ribbing from Harold, they had gone to bed. 

Moving silently across the kitchen, Harold stood by the window and listened. 
The muffled sounds of someone moving about on the gravel driveway broke the 
silence of the mountain night. Harold reached out and flipped the kitchen 
switch off. Carefully, he opened the curtain on the kitchen window and 
stared out into the indigo night. Once his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he 
made out the form of a man near the car. The trunk of the Torino was open 
and then man was lifting something into the storage space. Harold's alert 
mind recognized the outline of George Munroe's body immediately. He knew 
that George was up to something, but he hadn't expected the photographer to 
move this soon. If George was loading the car, that meant that he planned to 
split. And he wouldn't split without being paid his ten thousand unless he 
was taking something that he thought was worth a great deal more. The only 
thing that George could be taking that was worth anything at all were the 
exposed films. 

Harold moved quickly and quietly, crossing through the kitchen and into the 
living room. His judgment was confirmed when he glanced at the coffee table 
and noticed that the keys to the Torino were missing. He was moving toward 
the front door when he heard the door at the back of the house close. Harold 
stopped in his tracks when he heard heavy footsteps approaching the living 
room along the hall. 

"You still up, George?" Harold asked with a smile when the photographer 
walked unsuspectingly into the living room. "By the way, have you seen the 
car keys? After being holed up in that stuffy closet, I thought I'd take a 
drive and get some fresh air." 

"Huh? The car keys? Oh, yeah, yeah," George said, quickly regaining his 
composure, "I saw them around here someplace. Oh, here they are on the 
bookcase," he added, turning his back on Harold and pretending to find the 
keys. "Some fresh air doesn't sound like a bad idea. Mind if I tag along?" 

"Sure, let's just take a short ride to clear our lungs." 

"Where are Danny and Hank?" George asked, his mind working quickly as he 
tried to adjust to this sudden change of plans. 

"Sacked out." 

"And the broad? Is she okay?" 

"Sleeping soundly," Harold said casually, hiding the tenseness in his body. 
"She'll have one hell of a hangover in the morning. Come on, let's get out 
of here for a while." 

"Yeah, sure," George responded. "I'll meet you at the car. Let me pick up a 
sweater in case it's cold out there." 

Harold saw that the trunk was closed as he approached the Torino. He 
resisted the temptation to open it and inspect the items that George had 
packed, but he didn't want to tip his hand just yet. He had no sooner 
started the car than George opened the door on the passenger side and 
slipped in. Harold noted that George was neither wearing nor carrying a 
sweater. He also noted that there was a small bulge in the right rear pocket 
of George's pants. Harold put the car into gear and slowly pulled away from 
the house. When he reached the road, Harold turned left and headed for the 
mountains instead of going toward the village of La Cumbre. 

"So what do you think of those films we made?" Harold asked. 

"Huh? Oh, the pictures. Well, in this racket you never know until they're 
out of the developing tanks. But these ought to be good. We had everything 
going for us. The lighting was good. Some shadows, but not bad. The angles 
were pretty good. I'll have to give the boys credit for that. Hell, I think 
they should come out great!" 

Harold noticed that George's voice was almost an octave higher, and the way 
that he gripped his knees as he sat staring straight ahead was evidence that 
he was nervous and tense. Harold decided to press his advantage. 

"You know what those pictures are worth, George?" 

"Christ, that's your department, isn't it?" George responded. "I figure if 
you're paying me ten grand for them, they must be worth plenty! Hey, where 
are we headed?" 

"There's a flat spot a few miles up," Harold replied casually. "Great view 
of the valley and the village. I thought we'd park there and inhale some of 
this good mountain air." 

George remained silent, staring straight ahead as the grade became steeper 
and the Torino's engine began to labor with the climb. 

"Hey, is that snow out there?" he asked as a patch of white flashed by. 

"I imagine so," Harold chuckled. "We're up pretty high. They tell me that up 
here the snow never melts. So you think those films we made are pretty 
valuable?" Harold added to take the photographer's mind off the solid banks 
of snow passing by the windows. 

"Sure," George replied. "Look, you can pull anything on Hank and Danny, but 
I wasn't born yesterday. A dame that rich would pay anything for those 
pictures." 

"How do you know she's rich?" Harold asked softly, having his suspicion that 
George intended to use the photographs for blackmail confirmed. 

"I don't," George said almost too quickly. "But she must be, if we kidnapped 
her for a healthy ransom. For Christ's sake, Harold, don't treat me like a 
dummy!" 

"I wasn't," Harold said quietly as he pulled the Torino slowly off the road 
into a snow-covered area that was obviously designed as an observation 
point. "I was just trying to find out how you thought, George. Come on, 
let's get out and fill our lungs with some pure air." 

Harold slipped the car keys into his pocket as he opened the door and 
stepped out into the hard-packed snow. Somehow, George has found out who 
Debby is, Harold told himself as he walked slowly around the car. And he 
intends to blackmail her, probably for the rest of her life, with those 
photos. Harold heard the passenger door on the Torino open and his mind 
alerted his body that George Munroe was a dangerous man. He walked to the 
edge of the observation area and stood looking down at the lights of La 
Cumbre below with every muscle in his body tense and poised. 

"Look down there,' Harold said without turning, "you can see the village." 

Harold sensed rather than heard George moving steadily up behind him. His 
ear picked up the crunch of the photographer's foot stepping on soft snow. 
If that was a gun that I saw in his back pocket, Harold said to himself, 
I'll have to time this perfectly. 

"Why did you pack all the films in the trunk of the car, George?" Harold 
said sharply. 

"Wha..." 

As Harold had counted on, the question caught George Munroe unprepared and 
surprised him. Harold dug his heel into the snow and spun around with his 
arm raised. He saw the surprise on George's face as he whipped his arm down 
and caught the photographer's wrist in a steel grip. He saw George's finger 
tighten on the trigger of the small automatic that he held in his hand, but 
it was too late. Harold's body reacted automatically to his judo training 
and he whipped George's hand up behind his back just as the gun went off. 
The photographer's body went limp as the bullet entered the back of his 
head. Harold saw the bloody, gaping hole in the back of George's skull when 
he released his grip and allowed the man's limp body to fall in the snow. 

"You shot yourself, you stupid son-of-a-bitch!" Harold said aloud. He bent 
down and checked for a pulse in the photographer's lifeless arm. Nobody 
could live through a bullet in the brain like that, he sighed to himself. 
Harold knelt by the body for a minute, then walked back to the car and 
opened the trunk. He fumbled for the flashlight and then began removing the 
things that George had placed in the trunk. 

No wonder he didn't come out with a sweater, Harold said to himself as he 
lifted George's heavy suitcase out of the back of the Torino. Next was a 
canvas case filled with George's photographic equipment. Placing the 
flashlight on the rear fender of the car, Harold carefully went through 
every item in the two bags. The exposed reels of film were wrapped in 
George's dirty clothes. Harold counted them and then carefully locked them 
in the glove compartment of the car. 

Lighting a cigarette as he leaned against the Torino, Harold began 
considering his next move. It was an accidental death, one that took place 
as the result of Harold's move to defend himself. Still, a police inquiry 
had to be avoided under the circumstances. George had entered Argentina 
alone and Harold had taken pains to be sure that no one in the village had 
ever seen George and that the photographer couldn't be linked to the chalet. 
Only Hank and Harold himself had ever ventured outside of the chalet. 

What would happen if George Munroe simply disappeared? Was there any way 
that they could link the photographer to Harold? His mind considered every 
possibility. Argentine Immigrations had simply stamped their passports on 
arrival. No visa was necessary for tourists. That meant that that there was 
no official record of George Munroe entering the country. Just the stamp in 
his passport, and that could be destroyed. 

What about San Francisco, Harold asked himself as he stared up at the stars 
above the peaks of the mountains? George was separated from his wife and 
Harold was certain that she had no idea where George was. The photographer 
was bound to have some friends who would miss him at some point. Perhaps he 
even told someone where he was going just before he left. It will be some 
time before they start asking questions, Harold reasoned, and even if they 
reported George missing, what link could be established to me? If George 
mentioned my name to anyone, all I have to do is say I saw him off on a 
plane to Europe. 

His mind made up, Harold began looking for a way to conceal the 
photographer's body. He kicked the snow and found that it was about six 
inches deep and hard packed in the parking area. He found that a ravine 
dropped off near the road and a few feet below the parking area in the 
ravine there was a bowl-shaped area that looked as if it was filled with 
what could be deep snow. Taking the tire iron and the base of the jack from 
the trunk of the car, Harold slid down the short bank. 

On top, the snow was relatively soft and loosely packed, but underneath he 
found hard snow. Harold used the tire iron to break the snow and the base of 
the jack to scoop it into piles at the sides of the shallow grave that he 
dug. It was hard work and took him the better part of two hours to crack and 
scoop up enough snow to leave the long narrow trench. 

His hands stung and he wished that he had worn gloves when he pulled himself 
back up to the parking area. Making two trips, he dropped George Munroe's 
baggage down into the bowl-like area. Then he walked back and began dragging 
the photographer's body across the hard-packed snow by the heels. 

Harold lowered the body into the trench, then placed the luggage in beside 
the lifeless form. Scooping the snow back into the trench with the base of 
the tire jack was slow, tedious work. Twice Harold walked and stamped on the 
snow to pack it down before he scooped more on top. 

When he was finished, Harold stamped the area level. Then he took off his 
coat and used it to drag across the soft snow on top of the shallow grave to 
erase the signs of his work. Studying the entire area with the flashlight, 
Harold decided that his efforts weren't visible from any distance. 

In the parking area, Harold dug a small hole to bury the snow that was 
stained with the photographer's blood. Again, he used his coat to erase the 
signs of his digging. 

Harold's hands were numb and stinging by the time that he climbed behind the 
wheel of the Torino. He started the engine, put the car in reverse and made 
a sweep of the entire area with the headlights. By the time he backed onto 
the road and headed the car down the steep grade, Harold was confident that 
he had done a neat job. He was relatively positive that no one would find 
George Munroe's body for a long time. And if winter passed without someone 
finding the remains of the scheming photographer, George Munroe might well 
stay where he was for years without being discovered. 

His whole body ached when he killed the engine and climbed out of the car at 
the chalet. The warm air in the valley brought the circulation back to his 
hands. Harold closed the door quietly to avoid waking up anybody in the 
chalet. He entered the back door and headed directly for the room that 
George Munroe had occupied. 

The closet and chest of drawers were bare and the room yielded nothing 
belonging to the photographer when Harold searched it carefully. George 
didn't intend coming back to the chalet, Harold said to himself as he pulled 
his weary body erect. The thought that George had obviously intended to kill 
him sent a shiver rippling down Harold's spine. 

Harold barely got his clothes off before he fell on his bed and dropped off 
in a deep, exhausted sleep. His peaceful, dreamless sleep was interrupted 
four hours later when the sound of voices in the kitchen reached his ear. 
With a great effort, he pulled himself out of bed and staggered into the 
shower. Harold found a long blister on the palm of his right hand as he 
stood under the steaming, refreshing water. He remembered the events of the 
night as he looked at the blister. This was the result of hacking the 
ice-like snow with the tire iron, and Harold wondered if he carried any 
other marks of his adventure on the mountain. 

He pulled on slacks and a lightweight turtleneck and headed for the kitchen. 

"Hi, boss," Danny greeted Harold as he walked into the kitchen. "Have you 
seen George?" 

"He split last night," Harold replied casually. 

"Split?" Hank said. 

"Yeah. I think he had ants in his pants or something," Harold remarked. "He 
told me his work was done and that he wanted to split. So I paid him off and 
let him go. Even drove him to the village so he could catch that one-o'clock 
bus that goes through." 

"Well, how about us?" Hank asked. 

"Just be patient," Harold said. "It's almost over now. I need you two for 
the last act. You're going into Buenos Aires today, Danny. Hank will drive 
you to Crdoba and you catch a plane. You'll deliver a note for me, then 
we'll meet you there tomorrow night." 

"This is it?" Danny asked. 

"This is it, fellows, and with any luck we'll be on our way back to the 
States in about seventy-two hours. And because you've done so well, I'm 
adding five grand to each of your stakes." 

"Five grand extra!" Hank said with a low whistle. "Harold, any time you have 
a caper, you just call me. I like to work for a man who takes care of his 
guys." 

"That goes for me, too!" Danny added. "Hey, who left the damned coffee pot 
burning all night? Look at it! It's burned to a fuckin' crisp! How are we 
supposed to make coffee?" 

"I guess I'm guilty," Hank said with a laugh. "I remember I was boiling some 
water for a cup when George got ants in his shorts to split out. I guess I 
forgot and left the pot burning. Isn't there a big pot down there below the 
sink? Christ, I'm dying for some plasma! And why don't you two have 
breakfast right away? I want Danny to get to Buenos Aires before noon. I'll 
fix something for our guest and myself after you two leave. Hank, see if we 
have enough food to get by here for a couple of days. If not, make a list 
and pick up some supplies on your way back from Crdoba." 

"Right!" 

With a map spread out on the floor in the living room, Harold carefully 
rechecked the plan that he had developed earlier for the ransom pickup. It 
involved a minimum amount of risk, and Harold was confident that Matthew 
Harmon wouldn't attempt a double-cross as long as Harold held the films. 
That was why he insisted on delivering the films in person. 

Hank and Danny joined him in the living room after breakfast and Harold went 
through the plan with them. 

"Hank delivered the first note," Harold said, "so it's better to use you on 
this one, Danny." 

"It's simple," Hank added. "There's a Marine guard in the lobby. The embassy 
offices are all upstairs and in order to get to the elevator people have to 
get a pass from the Marine. The Marine's desk gets jammed with people 
requesting passes every now and then, and that's when you move. When he is 
snowed under with people, you slip up and leave the envelope on his desk and 
split. People won't even notice you." 

"Then take in a movie or whatever you want," Harold said. "You hole up at 
the pad we rented and we'll be there tomorrow night. Pack all your gear, we 
won't be coming back here." 

"I'm ready," Danny said brightly. 

"Here's some money for the plane and taxis," Harold said, handing Danny two 
one-hundred-dollar bills. He watched the men leave and then went into the 
kitchen and prepared a Bloody Mary liberally laced with vodka. Pouring 
himself a cup of coffee, he headed upstairs to the master suite. 

"Good morning," he said brightly as he walked into the bedroom and found 
Debby still in bed, her voluptuous body covered with the blanket. 

"Please!" she said in an anguished voice. "Just leave me alone, please." She 
turned away to stare at the wall. 

"Feeling a little rocky?" 

"Rotten," she replied. "Please leave me alone." 

"You consumed quite a bit of wine last night, Debby," Harold said softly, 
sitting on the edge of the bed. 

"That's not all," Debby sighed. 

"Well, drink this and you'll feel a lot better. It's a guaranteed cure for 
what ails you." 

"What is it, poison?" she said sarcastically. 

"Come on, Debby," Harold continued patiently. "This will make you feel 
better right away." 

"What is it?" she asked, turning listlessly to face him. "I doubt it will 
help me at all." 

"Tomato juice with some spices. Guaranteed. Do it for me." 

Debby grimaced as she took the tall glass from his hand. She tried to bring 
it to her face, then quickly held it away. 

"I'll vomit if I try to put that in my stomach!" 

"No, you won't. I know how you feel, and believe me this will work. Do it 
for me." 

"Oh, all right!" she sighed, taking the glass to her parched lips and 
draining it in four long swallows. For a moment she thought that her stomach 
was going to rebel, but somehow the mixture managed to stay down. 

"Good," Harold said with a smile. "In a little while you'll be ready for a 
hearty breakfast." 

"Oh, God, don't mention food!" 

"You had quite a night for yourself," Harold chuckled. 

"You don't know the half of it! I acted like a filthy, depraved whore! And 
the worst part is that I don't even have the guts to kill myself. I don't 
have the strength of character to do it. Do you want to hear what I did?" 

"You don't have to tell me, Debby. I know what happened," Harold said 
softly. "It was planned to happen. And I feel even more rotten about it than 
you do." 

"Planned?" 

"It's a long, long story, Debby," Harold said carefully. "I'm not sure I can 
tell you. How do you feel, by the way? Did my medicine help any?" 

"As usual, Harold, you were right," Debby smiled. "I'm feeling better by the 
minute. Do you think I could have another one?" 

"Sure. Come on downstairs and we'll toss one together. Here, I brought your 
luggage up last night. It's out in the hall. You can slip into something." 

Harold went to the hall and brought her two suitcases into the room. "We're 
alone in the house, so choose whatever you, like." 

"What's the matter, am I such a filthy slut now that you can't stand the 
sight of my naked body?" she asked sarcastically. 

Harold walked slowly up to the bed and slapped her face. 

"I don't want to ever hear you talk like that about yourself again!" he said 
firmly. "Nothing that has happened is your fault. Remember that! You're a 
wonderful person. You mean too much to me to hear you talk like that. I'll 
be down in the kitchen." 

Debby rubbed her cheek as she watched him turn on his heel and leave the 
room. Her tortured mind was too confused to understand what was going on. 
Slipping out of bed, she opened her small case and chose a robe and 
slippers. In the bathroom she doused cold water on her face and brushed her 
hair. She tried to clear the cobwebs from her mind as she walked down, the 
stairs. Something important was taking place and she had to grasp what it 
was. 

"I'm sorry I lost my temper," Harold apologized when she walked into the 
kitchen. He handed her the Bloody Mary that he had prepared. 

"That's all right," she said slowly, taking a long swallow of the tomato 
juice and vodka. "You know, that was the first time in my life that anybody 
ever slapped me. Maybe it was good for me. I somehow feel that someone has 
to knock some sense into my head. Can I have some coffee?" 

"Sure, but finish that first. Take it in the living room and I'll bring in 
some coffee." 

Debby sat on the sofa and attempted a feeble smile when Harold came in 
balancing two steaming cups of coffee. 

"Harold, I know I'm your prisoner and all, and that I don't have any right 
to ask questions, but I'm so terribly confused. Would you explain why you 
wanted me to slip into something this morning?" 

"I'm not sure I can explain, Debby," Harold replied, sitting next to her on 
the sofa and taking a sip from his steaming cup before placing it on the 
coffee table. 

"Please try. I have a feeling it's important." 

"Well, let's put it this way," Harold said, choosing his words carefully as 
he cautiously began something that he had been considering for several days, 
"this whole operation has changed for me. Oh, it's not that I didn't know 
what I was getting into. I did. But I didn't have all the facts. And I 
didn't know you as a person, Debby. You've been put through a hell you 
didn't deserve and I feel lousy about that. I guess I just thought, that 
perhaps you'd like to feel some clothes on your back again, that's all." 

"What you're saying is that you care about me," Debby said. 

"Yes," Harold responded quietly. 

"Then why are you ashamed of it?" she asked gently, placing her hand on his 
arm. 

"I'm not. Oh, maybe I am, Debby. Christ, I don't know! It's the lousy, 
stinking situation. What difference does it make if I care about you?" 

"It makes a lot of difference, Harold." Debby said quietly. "Maybe it will 
help if I tell you that I care about you, too. I think that underneath 
you're a fine man,. Maybe this thing you've done is bad, but we all change. 
Look at what's happened to me. If you won't let me blame myself, I won't let 
you blame yourself. Can I ask you a personal question?" 

"What?" 

"Are you' married?" 

"Nope," Harold replied with a smile. "I have been, but not now." 

"So what are you going to do when this is all over?" she asked. 

"I really don't know, Debby. I may stay in Argentina. I just don't know. 
I'll have to find a way to live with my conscience after what I've done to 
you." 

"Would it help to tell me about it? You said something about last night 
being planned?" 

"I shouldn't tell you anything," Harold replied slowly, "but you've been 
dealt a rotten hand and there's nothing you can do, anyway." 

Speaking softly and choosing the words carefully, Harold told the captive 
girl everything. She was stunned by the news of her father's death, but her 
anger with Matthew was her overpowering emotion as she listened attentively. 

"We've never really liked each other," she said bitterly, "but it is hard to 
believe that Matt would stoop this low!" 

"And what about me, Debby? I've stooped just as low." 

"It's not the same, Harold. You needed money and you accepted a job, that's 
all. The fact that you've told me all of this proves that basically you're a 
decent person. Oh, dear God, if there is any justice in the world, Matt 
should get his!" 

"I got my justice by falling in love with you," Harold said very softly. 

"Oh, Harold! You silly man. Don't you realize I'm in love with you! I have 
been since that very first night. The other men didn't mean the same. I was 
desperate and terribly confused, and I don't expect you to ever forgive me." 

"Forgive you!" 

"Darling," she sighed, standing and pulling her robe off to throw it across 
the room, "let me stay here with you! Don't send me home-ever!" 

Debby stepped out of her slippers and stood stark naked in front of him. 

CHAPTER TEN 

"Oh, look what I've done to your shirt!" Debby sighed as she made a valiant 
effort to still the sobs that had racked her body. When Harold reached up to 
pull her down to the couch and kiss her, Debby's composure had disintegrated 
and she buried her head on his shoulder and indulged herself in a good cry. 
Her tears had soaked his shirt. 

"Here," he said softly, kissing her forehead and handing her some Kleenex 
tissues, "dry your eyes, Debby." 

"I'm not usually this emotional," she said anxiously. "Honestly, I'm not. 
Everything just seemed to crash in on me-my father, Matt, and you." 

"You've been through a lot, Debby," Harold said gently, placing his arm 
around her. 

"Harold, darling, will you let me stay with you? Do you want me with you?" 
she asked, drying her eyes and turning to face him with a pleading look. 

"No and yes," Harold replied. "Yes, Debby, I want you with me for the rest 
of my life. But you must see that it wouldn't work. To borrow a line from a 
bitch I once knew, 'we're from two different worlds.' I have to release you 
and collect the money, or we'd both be hunted to the end of the world. I 
don't think Matthew would stop short of murder, if he thought that he could 
get away with it. And I have my men to pay. See how tangled it is?" 

"Yes," she sighed, "and I agree with you about my half-brother. He's a 
terrible coward, Harold. I know that much. But the minute he has those 
pictures, he'll destroy me like he'd swat a fly that annoyed him. If there 
was only some way! I love you so much, Harold!" 

"Are you sure, Debby?" Harold asked gently. "We've been together only a few 
days. How can you tell?" 

"I'm certainly no expert on love, darling, but I know how I feel every time 
I see you. I feel warm and good and something nice surges through me. It's 
been that way since you made love to me, and when you took me physically, it 
was different than it was with the other men." 

"Are you sure that that isn't because I have a bigger cock?" Harold laughed, 
hugging her tightly. 

"Silly! I love your cock, too. I love to feel it in my cunt or up my ass. 
Listen to me! See how you've changed me?" 

"It was there all along, Debby," Harold said. 

"All you needed was somebody to open the door for you." 

"Do you know that I get hot just talking about sex with you? My God, how 
will I ever live without you! I want you right now" 

"You're a passionate girl, darling," Harold said, pulling her close and 
lifting her chin until their lips met in a wet embrace. He forced his tongue 
into her mouth and felt her body tremble with the contact. Her soft, pliant 
skin quivered beneath his fingers and her full, sensual, moist lips eagerly 
caressed his. Harold could taste the hint of tomato juice that remained in 
her mouth as her warm tongue hungrily probed and caressed his. 

For Harold, this was partly a calculated move. But his fondness for the girl 
was more real than he had imagined. She was one of the most passionate women 
that he had ever known, and her passion was real and not contrived. She was 
a newly born human being, one eager to live with truth and be shown the path 
to happiness-so totally different from any woman Harold had ever known. 

And her body! Those magnificent tits! Her voluptuous, rounded curves. Her 
honey-colored cunt that was just made for his over-size cock! Her sensitive 
ass for a man who enjoyed a change once in a while. 

In all, Harold found Debby one of the most desirable girls that he had ever 
met. As their hungry mouths clung devouringly together, he dropped his hand 
to her breast and began gently kneading the firm mound of luscious flesh. 
His fingers trailed lazily up to her pert nipple and he began massaging it 
between his thumb and forefinger. 

"Oh, darling!" she sighed, throwing her arms around his neck as she pulled 
her mouth a fraction of an inch away from his and ran her hot tongue along 
the full course of his lips. "This isn't fair! You have all those clothes 
on. Oh, God, I want you so! Can I take a shower? Please, I want to come to 
you clean and fresh." 

"Let's take one together," Harold replied. "Come on, we'll use my room. I 
don't want to see you in that jail upstairs again." 

He pulled her to her feet and led her down the hall to the bedroom that he 
had been using. While he slipped out of his clothes, Debby seemed fascinated 
with his room. She began straightening things up, and picked up the laundry 
that he had piled on top of the dresser. 

"Are all men as messy as this? Oh! These pants are covered with blood! What 
happened, Harold?" she asked with concern written all over her face. 

Harold hesitated, then told her the truth about George Munroe. 

"You killed him because he was going to blackmail me?" 

"No, Debby. It was an accident. George was going to kill me, and when I 
grabbed for the gun he accidentally shot himself. He didn't know about your 
brother, but I'm sure he would have found out. I think he intended to 
blackmail you with the photos, probably for the rest of your life." 

"And you did it for me!" She ran to him and threw her arms around his neck, 
pressing her sensual body snugly against his now-naked form. "Darling, 
doesn't that prove to you how much you love me?" 

"Debby, I don't have any doubts about how much I love you. Now come on, 
let's take that shower. I want you so bad I can taste it." 

"What, my cunt?" she laughed as she let him pull her into the bathroom. "Do 
you like it when I talk like this? It excites me. I'm afraid your innocent 
little virgin is a wicked woman!" 

"I love to hear you express yourself honestly," he laughed as he held his 
hand under the water to test it. "That's about perfect. Inside with you!" 

Harold climbed into the shower behind her and held her luscious body under 
the spray until she was soaking wet. Then he picked up the bar of soap from 
the soap dish and began lathering her. He covered her shoulders and back, 
then fondly lathered her beautiful ass. Bringing the bar of soap down the 
tantalizing valley between the cheeks of her buttocks, he found her anus and 
began massaging it slowly with the corner of the bar of soap. 

"Oh! Darling," she cried, squirming under his caress, "that's going to drive 
me crazy! Oooooh! You have no idea how sensitive my asshole Aaaaaaaahhh! 
You're driving me crazy!" 

Harold laughed, and removed the soap from the entrance to her rectum to 
lather the back of her legs. Then he turned her around and began lathering 
the front of her body, starting with her lovely shoulders and working slowly 
across her full, sensual chest. He lingered at each nipple, caressing them 
until he felt them grow erect, then moving on to her belly and her lower 
abdomen. 

"You have no idea how you excite me!" she giggled. "Every woman should have 
a lover to help her shower!" 

Harold smiled and started on her lovely, sculptured legs, deliberately 
skipping the luxurious golden hair surrounding her pussy. When he reached 
her ankles, he stood aside and let the spray rinse the lather from her soft 
flesh. 

"Spread your legs," he said, kneeling down in the shower with the fine warm 
spray splashing on his back. He brought the soap up the trembling flesh of 
her inner thighs, then began rubbing the silken curls of her pubic mound. 
His hand went between her legs and he brought the bar of soap to the bottom 
of her slit. Holding it firmly, he pulled it up the length of her pussy. 

"Oooooooooohhhhhhh!" she cried when he mashed her sensitive clitoris beneath 
the warm, slippery bar. "My God, my cunt is on fire!" 

"Then we'd better put the fire out," Harold laughed, scooping up handfuls of 
water and rinsing the lather from the soft golden curls surrounding the lips 
of her cunt. He spread the thin lips of her pussy with his fingers and 
splashed water into her slit. 

"Ooohhh! That feels good! What are you doing?" she asked when Harold dropped 
to his knees and pulled her full, rounded thighs apart while the shower 
spray beat against his muscular shoulders. 

"I haven't had breakfast, darling," Harold replied, leaning in and licking 
the beads of water on her sensual thighs. Harold was dedicated to blowing 
Debby's mind with sex during the next hour and he was determined to make her 
climax as many times as he could. Only if he was successful now would the 
next step be possible. He ran his tongue slowly up one thigh and down the 
other, teasing her by deliberately avoiding her golden nest with each pass. 
When her entire body was shaking with desire, he gently slipped his tongue 
into her moist slit, saying, "I love cunt for breakfast." 

"Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!" she moaned, squatting a little to open her entire 
crotch to his exciting attack. "Oh, God! Oh, wow! You can eat at my cafe 
every day, darling! God, that's good!" 

Harold felt the wet curls of her cuntal hair on his nose and cheeks as he 
probed her fully erect clitoris with his teasing tongue. He loved the way 
that her tiny erection quivered with each stroke of his tongue. Her pussy 
still had just a hint of soap mixed with the salty flavor of her lubricating 
juices and Harold began licking her entire slit with long flat strokes of 
his teasing tongue. 

"Oh! Oh, darling!" she gasped, her voice filled with an excited tremor and 
her body quaking when she felt the warm tip of his tongue dart against her 
sensitive anus. Debby had always been ashamed of her intense anal 
sensitivity, but now she felt completely free and uninhibited and reveled in 
it. Her knees went weak and turned to rubber and she had to brace her hands 
on his hard shoulders. 

Although he had never done it before, Harold decided to give Debby something 
that she obviously liked and something that she wouldn't soon forget. He 
reached up and gently lifted her in the air, turning her body around and 
bringing her down to a kneeling position on the floor of the tub. 

His heart pounded in his chest as he stared at the luscious white globes of 
her full ass. Reaching out with both hands, he pulled the cheeks of her ass 
apart and slowly brought his face down to the shadowed valley. Beginning at 
the very top of her crevice, he slowly licked his way down to her puckered 
asshole. Then he began running his tongue in slow teasing circles around the 
elastic ring that guarded her anal opening. 

"Oooooooooohhhhhh! Holy Cow! Aaaaaahhhh! Darling... I... can't... take... 
Oooohhh!" she groaned as she felt his hot tongue teasing and caressing her 
asshole. Tiny bolts of lightning seemed to course through her system at 
regular intervals, each bolt becoming more charged. She gripped the edge of 
the tub and held on, her head swaying from side to side with the intense 
pleasure that almost brought tears to her eyes. "Harold... darling... Oh! 
Oh! Harold, please. I'll cum! Really, darling! I... oh... can't... oh... 
stand... oh... it! Aaaaaaiiiieeeee!" 

Harold drove the tip of his tongue into her rectum as she screamed, 
intensifying her orgasm until her entire body went into a series of severe 
spasms. He had read about girls like this, but he had never seen one with 
such sensitivity in her behind. 

Several minutes went by before Debby could regain control of herself. 
Finally, she pulled herself slowly to her feet and turned to throw her arms 
around Harold. 

"Are all girls like I am about their asses?" 

"No," Harold smiled. "Some are, and some aren't. Did you like that?" 

"Oh, God, yes! I've never felt like that before in my life. Hold me, Harold. 
I can't face living without you!" 

She kissed him passionately, rubbing her belly back and forth against his 
rigid prick sensuously. They turned slightly and the spray front the shower 
hit her soft, golden hair. She shook her head and laughed. 

"Don't you mind getting your hair wet?" Harold asked. 

"I don't mind anything when I'm with you," she cried happily. "Now it's my 
turn to wash your gorgeous body. Where's the soap?" 

Harold bent down to pick up the soap and felt her warm hand slip between his 
legs to cup his balls and massage them fondly. He felt her finger rubbing 
his asshole and his breath came quicker. Debby had become the most 
fantastically uninhibited erotic girl that he had ever known! 

Debby giggled like a teenager when she took the soap and began rubbing a 
heavy lather on his muscular torso. She loved the hardness of his muscles, 
the leather quality of his skin, his broad, powerful chest, everything about 
this first man that she had ever been intimate with. They played, splashing 
water on each other, and then Debby took his throbbing cock in her hand and 
began stroking it while she soaped his pubic hair and balls. 

"You don't know how much I love this gorgeous thing!" she said, fondling and 
caressing his throbbing shaft with her affectionate hands. She brought his 
rigid prick between her legs and straddled it so that the entire length of 
her slit was pressing down on the hotly pulsing length while she threw her 
arms around Harold's neck and mashed her full, moist lips against his mouth. 

Their kiss was long and passionate. Debby's body began to wiggle and squirm 
as her sensitive, erect clitoris ground down into his blood-engorged shaft. 
She rubbed her full swaying breasts against his chest, moaning with the 
contact of her erect nipples against the coarse hair on his chest. 

Harold's balls were beginning to ache with a throbbing demand for release 
Debby was so unique in his experience, the most voluptuous, sensual, perfect 
sex machine that he had ever encountered. The lips of her pussy seemed to be 
nibbling and snapping at his lust-filled cock as she rode it like a rail. 
And her hard nipples seemed to be burning hot holes in his chest! He had to 
have her now! 

With his surging prick still held captive between her trembling, soft 
thighs, Harold reached over and turned the shower off. He pulled back the 
curtain and reached out for a towel. While their hungry mouths remained 
locked in a hard embrace, Harold began rubbing her wet back with the soft 
towel. He rubbed her vigorously, turning her pearl-white skin a light pink 
as he dried her soft, rounded body. 

Reluctantly, the beautiful, completely uninhibited young girl allowed her 
body to slide off his pulsating cock. She quivered with erotic delight when 
he began rubbing the full mounds of her breasts and lingered on her nipples 
with the soft towel. She automatically spread her thighs when his hand 
brought the towel to her golden nest of pleasure. 

"Ooohhhh!" she moaned when Harold playfully rubbed her blood-filled clit 
vigorously with the towel. "All you have to do is touch me and I go crazy!" 

Harold lingered on her quivering cunt for a long moment before rubbing her 
thighs and legs dry. Debby leaned out and took the other towel from the rack 
and began playfully rubbing his hard, lean body. They rubbed and explored 
each other's bodies with the enthusiasm and gaiety of children at play. 
Their arousal became more and more charged with excitement. 

When Harold's body reached a fever pitch of desire, he bent down and scooped 
the young girl's luscious body into his arms and carried her into the 
bedroom. 

"I feel like a bride to be carried across the threshold!" she giggled. 
"Harold! A groom doesn't goose his bride like that! God, don't stop, you 
hairy ape!" 

Harold gently lowered her hot, trembling body to the unmade bed. Without a 
word, he placed his hands on her thighs and spread them apart. Then he 
crawled on the bed and knelt between her gorgeously soft thighs, lowering 
his face to her golden-ringed crotch. 

An exciting, pleasant warmth surged through Debby's young body when she saw 
his handsome face slowly approaching her wanton pussy. She watched him 
teasingly kiss her thighs and saw his tongue slide lazily along each side of 
the vee leading to her cunt. Was it just a few days before that she had been 
totally ignorant of the incredible joys of her body? This was what she had 
been created for. The rest of her life had been meaningless. 

She felt the leathery, fine sandpaper texture of his cheeks rubbing against 
her soft, fleshy thighs. His nose was resting on the soft fleece of her 
golden, curly pubic mound. She could feel the warm air escaping from his 
nostrils wafting over the top of her slit and caressing the tender flesh 
covering of her clitoris. Her chest filled with love. The inexperienced 
young girl knew that it could be nothing less than love. Just his touch 
turned her body into a quaking mass of desire! 

"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" she moaned, gripping the crumpled blanket beneath her with 
trembling fingers when she felt his tongue begin coursing her sensitive 
pussy lips. The warm, wet probe ignited the roaring fires of her passion. 
She felt it dip inside her steaming vagina, hesitate excitingly on her 
puckered anus, then whisk up her hot slit to begin massaging her vibrating 
clitoris. "Oh, Harold darling!" she moaned, placing her hands affectionately 
on his bobbing head and running her fingers through his hair. 

Debby's ready, intense response never failed to amaze Harold. The fresh, 
sweet scent of her washed pussy was like an erotic perfume that made his 
nostrils flare and his heart pound in his temples. Her distended clitoris 
seemed to be charged with electricity, vibrating and quivering sensually 
beneath his caressing tongue and lips. He captured the ripe bud between his 
hungry lips and began pulling it into his warm mouth, scraping lightly 
against the sensitive flesh with his teeth. Her entire body seemed to 
respond. 

Harold felt her thighs pull in to grip his face between her legs. Her hips 
arched, bringing her pussy hard against his warm mouth. He felt her hands on 
his head press down, to cement the burning contact between his mouth and her 
crotch. 

"Aaaahhh! Oh! Oh! Oh, God, yes!" she moaned as her quaking body writhed 
beneath his exciting mouth. She closed her eyes and pressed his head hard 
into her groin, remembering how he had eaten her cunt that first night. Her 
excitement was even more intense now. All of her inhibitions and sense of 
shame and guilt had disappeared and her body wallowed in the erotic shock 
waves and sensual delights that he gave her! 

"My cunt was created for your mouth!" she cried as her blood turned into a 
raging torrent racing through her quaking system. "EAT IT, DARLING. OH! 
OOOHH! LICK MY CUNT, HAROLD! EAT ME! DEVOUR ME! AAAHHH! OH, DEAR GOD, I'M 
GOING TO EXPLODE. HAROLD, I'M GOING TO EXPLODE! NOW! NOW! LICK IT! HOLY GOD, 
NOW! HARDER! THAT'S... IT...! THAT'S... IT...! AAAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEE!" 

This was the moment that Harold had been waiting for. As the first, spasms 
of her climax ripped through her writhing body, Harold quickly withdrew his 
face from her steaming pussy. 

"NO, DON'T STOP! OH, GOD, DON'T STOP!" she cried. 

Harold pulled himself up and grasped his throbbing prick in his hand, 
directing it to her trembling cuntal opening. He plunged the swollen meat at 
the tip of his cock into her hot vaginal cavity, then thrust into her with a 
mighty heave of his powerful hips. 

"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!" Debby screamed when she felt his huge prick spear 
her expanding and contracting vagina. She was in the middle of her orgasm 
and the lunging thickness of his organ spearing her body acted like throwing 
gasoline on a roaring fire! Her scalp felt like it was burning with a 
thousand sharp needles of flame! The sensation was so intense that the young 
girl's body went into a series of convulsions. Her legs flew into the air 
and wrapped around his waist and her head flailed helpless against the 
mattress. 

One of the go-go dancers that he had dated taught Harold this, to eat a girl 
off, then shove his cock into her while she was in the middle of her orgasm. 
The effect was nothing less than fantastic! He could feel her newly 
developed cunt muscles gripping and milking his throbbing cock as the 
contractions of her climax exploded in her body. It was like having his cock 
held in three tight hands, all squeezing as hard as they could! 

Harold's heart skipped a beat when his heavy swaying balls slapped loudly 
against her writhing ass. He ground into her sensitive clit with his pelvis 
until she was beating on his back with her clenched fists. 

Bracing his feet against the wall at the font of the bed, Harold began 
fucking that voluptuous girl's squirming body with long, hard, slow strokes 
that worked his painfully pulsing shaft deeper and deeper into her womb. Her 
thighs were pressing into his sides until it hurt and her fists were beating 
an erotic cadence on his muscular back. Harold drove his cock into her, 
nailing her ass to the mattress with each deep thrust. 

Debby was in sheer ecstasy! She was so excited that her skin prickled with 
the increasing superheat of her body. She was in a prolonged orgasm that 
increased in intensity with every stroke of his hard penis in her vagina! 
She had passed the limit of her body, yet somehow she continued climbing and 
climbing to ever-higher peaks of electrically charged pleasure! Each peak 
triggered a fresh explosion in the girl's writhing body that made her cry 
out with an odd, unfamiliar mixture of joy and pain. She felt that her 
screaming body was wrapped entirely around the thick pole that was worming 
its way in and out of her hotly spasming vagina. 

Harold had never seen a woman quite like this! She seemed to be in a 
constant state of intense climax. Her excitement was transferred to his own 
heaving, grinding, bucking body and Harold's balls were so achingly bloated 
that they felt as if they were going to burst like over-filled balloons. 

"Holy Christ!" Harold exclaimed when his pulsating balls echoed in his ears 
like wildly beating kettle drums. He couldn't hold back a second longer! His 
hips drove maddeningly to send his cock deep into her trembling belly. 

Debby dug her heels into the hard cheeks of Harold's ass and she raked her 
fingernails across his muscular shoulders when she felt the first scalding 
jet of his semen erupt inside her molten vagina. Tears flooded from her eyes 
and a low moan escaped from her tortured throat with an increasing tempo 
that became an ear-piercing scream. 

"Ooooooohhhhhh!" 

Debby's hips arched off the mattress until she hung virtually suspended on 
his lunging, throbbing, spurting prick. Rockets burst behind her tightly 
closed eyelids and her ears rang with the sound of a thousand giant bells. 
His molten sperm burned and soothed her supersensitive vagina at the same 
time. Her muscles ached with severe spasms, then went lax to send her 
quaking body crashing against the heaving mattress. Harold fell on top of 
her, every ounce of his being drained into her boiling body. 

During the next five minutes their bodies were one, their muscles jerking in 
sharp spasms and their lungs screaming for air. 

"I thought I was going to die!" Debby groaned when Harold slipped off her 
spent body to stretch out beside her and place his arm around her trembling 
body. 

"I've never had it like that in my life," Harold said honestly as he inhaled 
deeply to soothe his aching lungs. 

"Harold darling," Debby sighed, "I'll never be able to live without you. If 
you leave me, I'll kill myself. I mean it!" 

"I feel the same way, Debby," Harold said softly, "but..." 

"You said we were from two different worlds," she interrupted, "but that was 
yesterday. Don't you see, we've found our common denominator! I'm starting a 
new life in a new world, and you are that world, darling. Nothing will ever 
again be the same as it was. There must be a way!" 

"My mouth feels like it's filled with cotton!" Harold said. "I need a glass 
of water or something. Want one?" 

"Yes, darling," she responded, "but I don't know if my legs will carry me." 

"Stay here," he said, "and I'll bring you some. I was just thinking of a way 
it might be possible for us. It isn't clear yet." 

"Oh, darling, what?" 

"Hold it," he laughed, "and I'll be right back." 

Debby shivered and felt terribly alone and insecure when she saw him leave 
the room. Goose pimples broke out on her skin and she knew that she could 
never leave him. Never! 

"Harold, how much is my ransom?" she asked quickly when he returned with two 
glasses of ice water. 

"It's stated at a million dollars," he replied, "but there will only be half 
a million in the payoff." 

"The bastard is working a tax angle!" Debby said with disgust. "Or he's 
robbing the company for his own pocket. Harold, why couldn't we take the 
ransom and run away and hide in some remote place where nobody could find 
us?" 

"Because they would find us-no matter where we went. Matthew would put out 
the story that your kidnappers killed you and hid your body and there would 
be a worldwide manhunt for us. Besides, I could never get you out of 
Argentina. Once the ransom is paid, they expect you to turn up in good 
condition within hours. The airports, docks and borders would be swarming 
with secret service agents looking for you." 

"Couldn't we stay here?" she protested desperately. 

"With every secret service agent in Argentina searching for us? We couldn't 
live like that, Debby." 

"But there must be a way!" she insisted. 

"There just might be," he replied slowly, "but it will be tricky and require 
fantastic timing." He began outlining a plan, covering each point in detail. 
Debby listened attentively, becoming more excited by the minute. 

"Oh, darling!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing 
him. "It will work I know it will! We have to make it work! And, yes, yes, 
darling, I want to! I want to with every ounce of my being, with every beat 
of my heart, with every breath I take!" 

CHAPTER ELEVEN 

This was the most dangerous moment of the entire caper, the moment of payoff 
and the time when Harold was most exposed. He was following the plan that he 
had developed at the outset, the plan that was ridiculously simple and 
provided him every opportunity to guard against surveillance or double 
cross. 

He had followed the man for three blocks along the popular and busy shopping 
area of Florida Street in Buenos Aires. Florida Street had been closed to 
all automobile traffic many years before and there was hardly a moment of a 
day when the busy thoroughfare wasn't crowded with a flowing river of 
humanity. 

The ransom note had specified that the ransom was to be carried in a black 
attach case with a red sticker on the side. The man was to walk Florida 
Street, stopping frequently and setting the case down while he studied shop 
windows or bought items at the kiosks in the center of the thoroughfare. 

Harold had picked up the man at the designated corner and followed him, 
carefully analyzing every person moving in the same direction. Following 
instructions, the man had stopped seven times, each time casually placing 
the black attach case on the pavement while he pretended to study 
merchandise on display in the smart shop windows. 

Now convinced that the man was alone, Harold moved closer and was ready to 
make his move. This is it, Harold said to himself when the man slowly 
approached a kiosk in the center of the street. His stomach muscles 
contracted into tight knots when he saw the man place the attach case on 
the pavement at his feet while he began counting out change for the package 
of cigarettes that the vendor was handing him. 

Harold moved quickly, passing the man's back and stooping to pick up the 
attach case without breaking his stride. He slipped through the stream of 
people flowing down the street and disappeared into the entrance to an 
arcade. As he moved into the arcade, he glanced back over his shoulder to 
see the man automatically reach down for the attach case. Finding it 
missing, the man merely shrugged his shoulders and began walking toward the 
corner. 

Moving at an average, unhurried pace, Harold made his way through the maze 
of corridors in the arcade and exited on La Valle Street where Hank was 
waiting with the car. 

"Smooth?" Hank asked, slipping the car into gear and sliding away from the 
curb. 

"Couldn't have been better!" Harold sighed with relief as his tension 
gradually began to fade. "But they couldn't afford a double cross at this 
point. Head for the airport, Hank, we're on a tight schedule from this point 
on! I hope Debby can handle her part." 

 * * * * 

Debby Harmon's nerves were on raw edge as she sat on the small couch in the 
American Embassy's official's office. The minute that she had mentioned her 
name to the Marine guard in the lobby, she had been whisked into the 
elevator and taken to the top floor of the building. The officials had been 
kind and courteous, but their probing questions were testing her patience 
and drawing her nerves taut. Harold had warned her that this would be the 
tough part and she had steeled herself for the ordeal. 

"It was a harrowing experience. You'll have to make allowances. I'm terribly 
upset right now." 

The phone on the official's desk rang and Debby stopped speaking while he 
picked up the receiver. 

"It's your brother, Miss Harmon," the official said, holding the phone out 
to her. "Here, sit behind the desk. I'll get some coffee so you can speak to 
your brother alone." 

Debby took the phone and took a deep breath in an attempt to still her 
churning stomach. She sat down in the official's chair as he slipped 
discretely out of the room. 

"Hello, Matt?" she began, hoping she would be able to get through this 
conversation with a person that she despised. "Yes, yes, Matt, I'm all 
right... About a half hour ago... No, they didn't torture me, but it was a 
harrowing experience. I'll tell you about it when I see you. Right now I'm 
so nervous I can hardly think straight. But I wanted you to know I was all 
right... Yes, they told me. Did he suffer very much at the end? I'm glad to 
hear that. When was the funeral...? You can tell me all about it when I get 
home... In about an hour and a half. They've made reservations for me on a 
flight to Caracas... No, Matt, I couldn't stand being confined on an 
airplane for fifteen hours. Not after what I've been through! I'll be in 
Caracas tonight, then fly to Mexico City from there tomorrow. What day is it 
today...? Then I'll arrive in San Francisco on Monday, three days from 
today... Matt, believe me it's the only way I could handle it at the moment. 
I need rest... No, Matt, someone to travel with me is the last thing I want! 
I need to be alone to pull myself together at this point... No, honestly, 
Matt, I'm in no danger now... I appreciate that, Matt. I know how concerned 
you must have been. We'll talk it all over when I get back. I'll call you 
from Mexico City to tell you what flight I'll be on... Fine. And, Matt, I 
want you to know how much I appreciate everything you've done. Maybe someday 
I can repay you... Okay, I'll see you Monday. Goodbye." 

Debby breathed a deep sight of relief when she heard the line click dead. 
Matt's pretended concern made her anger boil and she had to be careful that 
she didn't show her emotions to the people in the embassy. She was exhausted 
from the emotional strain, but the young girl was pleased that she had put 
one more ordeal behind her. 

"Pardon me, Miss Harmon," the official's secretary said from the door, "but 
do you have any luggage?" 

"I'm afraid not," she said, managing a weak smile. "I hadn't even thought 
about that. All they left me with was my purse." 

"If you'd like to pick up a few things for your trip, I'll be glad to take 
you to a nice department store. Its just a block and a half from the 
embassy. We'll have a car and driver ready to take you to the airport at one 
o'clock, so we have forty-five minutes to shop if you'd like." 

"Thank you," Debby responded with a warm smile. "That would be nice. I'll 
need a change of clothes and a toothbrush at least." 

Debby followed the attractive secretary to the elevator, her mind miles away 
on what Harold was doing at that moment. 

 * * * * 

Harold Sorenson was sitting in the bar at the International Airport 
listening to the flight announcement over the public-address system. He 
turned to his companion, holding his glass in a toast. 

"Well, Hank, that's it, the first call for your flight to Madrid. I'll stay 
here in the bar. My flight will be called in about five minutes. Remember 
what I told Danny, wash that money thoroughly before you return to the 
States. Don't do it in Spain. That's a restricted-currency situation. Buy 
French francs in Paris, then change them to dollars in Switzerland. No way 
to trace them like that." 

"Don't worry," Hank said, standing and offering his hand to Harold, "I'll 
cover my tracks. It may seem silly, but I still feel guilty taking all this 
bread. I agreed to work for ten long ones and you hang fifty on me." 

"I'll tell you what I told Danny," Harold smiled. 'This caper is going to 
pay big dividends, so I want you to get your share. You earned it, Hank, and 
loyalty means a lot to me." 

"Well, you've got my loyalty for life, Harold. You know where to reach me if 
you need me. I'll be back in San Francisco in a month. This extra bread is 
going to treat me to a week or two on some nice beach. Hope you have a good 
flight." 

"Same, buddy. See you later." 

Harold watched Hank leave the bar and head for the loading area. Danny had 
left half an hour earlier on a flight to Rio de Janeiro, and Hank's flight 
to Mexico City was due to take off in a few minutes. By giving each of them 
fifty thousand dollars, Harold had guaranteed their loyalty. It had also 
made it possible for them to go somewhere and delay their returns to the 
states, which covered yet another important area for Harold. 

He heard his flight called and signaled for the bar bill. As he headed for 
the loading area, Harold walked slowly. In a way, he hated to leave 
Argentina. He was fond of the country and, he liked the people. Harold 
Sorenson was also leaving an old life behind and embarking on an entirely 
new one. He studied the people lining up in front of the immigration 
inspectors and relaxed when he saw no signs of potential trouble. 

The attractive, leggy, tight-assed stewardess smiled at Harold with 
recognition when he boarded the 727 jet. It was the same girl who had been 
on the plane on which he had come down. She had long, wavy, jet-black hair 
and a good figure, and on the flight down she had flirted with him openly. 
Harold knew that he could grab a piece of her tight little ass if he wanted 
it, but at this particular point in time he wasn't interested. 

He climbed into his seat, placed the soft-leather tote bag filled with 
one-hundred-dollar bills between his feet, and put his seat back to sleep. 
The next day promised to be a very busy day in Mexico City and Harold 
intended to sleep all the way so that he would arrive refreshed and relaxed. 

Matthew Harmon sat confidently behind his Spanish oak desk in his 
twenty-second floor office in the Harmon Building. The window behind his 
desk offered a panoramic view of San Francisco Bay and the Golden Gate 
Bridge. The past ten days had been a difficult, nerve wracking period for 
Matthew. The most difficult part of all was the silence, the lack of reports 
from the man that he had hired. That and the pressure that had been building 
on all sides regarding his father's estate and the proposed merger with 
Jensen Mills. 

But it was all behind him now. Harold Sorenson had called a few minutes 
before and was on his way up to Matthew's office. Deborah was scheduled to 
arrive that night. Everything was finally taking shape! 

Matthew glanced down at the letter on the top of his desk. It was a cordial 
communication to Hal Jensen with a brief explanation of why Matthew now felt 
that the proposed merger wouldn't be to the advantage of the new owner of 
Harmon Industries. The letter awaited his signature and he picked up his pen 
and signed it with a flourish. A bright smile crossed Matthew Harmon's face 
as he placed the signed letter in his out box. 

"Mr. Harmon?" his secretary's voice said over the intercom. 

"Yes?" 

"The projector and screen you ordered have arrived." 

"Fine. Have them bring it in my office and set it up." 

Matthew watched as two men brought the equipment into his office and began 
setting the 16mm projector up. He had them place the screen in the corner of 
the room where the least amount of light would hit it. Then he thanked the 
men and ushered them out of his plush quarters. 

By the end of the week, he said to himself as he once again sat in his 
leather chair behind his desk, I'll be one of the richest and most powerful 
men in the world. The thought made him nervous and he quickly took one of 
the tranquilizers that he kept on his desk. 

"Mr. Harmon," his secretary's voice came over the intercom, "a Mr. Sorenson 
is here to see you." 

"Send him in," Matthew replied, standing to greet his visitor. "Well, well, 
Harold, I was beginning to wonder if I'd ever see you again!" he said, 
offering his hand to Harold as he came into the office. 

"Nice layout you have here, Mr. Harmon," Harold remarked. "Sorry I was 
delayed, but we had to wash that money and it took a couple of days." 

"Wash the money?" Matthew asked, sitting down. 

"Exchange it in a foreign country for other money," Harold explained, 'just 
in case the serial numbers were on record anywhere." 

"Oh, I see. But that really wasn't necessary." 

"It pays to cover all bets," Harold returned with a smile. 

"Of course. You have the film with you?" 

"I think you'll be amazed by what we have here for you," Harold replied, 
holding up a can of film. "I see you have a projector. Want me to run this 
through for you?" 

"By all means," Matthew beamed. "A little preview, so to speak." 

Harold took the round can of film to the projector and began loading the 
machine. 

"I have to apologize for the quality," Harold said. "We weren't working 
under studio conditions. But it's the content that's important, right?" 

"Absolutely!" 

"Can you close those drapes?" Harold asked as he closed the projector. 

"Certainly," Matthew responded, his confidence growing by the minute. 
"They're electrically operated." He pushed a button on his desk and a motor 
hummed as the drapes glided closed. 

Harold flipped the toggle switch on the projector and a motor whirred as 
light flashed on the screen. He turned to watch Matthew Harmon who was now 
leaning forward on his desk with his elbows propping up his rather-heavy 
jowled face. 

Suddenly a blurred picture appeared on the screen and Harold quickly 
adjusted the focus on the projector until the scene was bright and clear. 
There were a group of well-dressed people gathered on a beautiful lawn in 
front of a stately mansion. A couple appeared on the right of the screen and 
walked toward a man dressed in black at the center of the group. The couple 
had their backs to the camera. They stood before the man in black who had 
his head bowed and seemed to be reading something from a book. 

"What is this?" Matthew asked. 

"I think you'll understand in a minute," Harold laughed. "In Hollywood, they 
call it an 'establishing shot,' I believe." 

"Oh, I see," Matthew said. "You've made a production out of this. Not 
necessary. No, not necessary at all. But it certainly won't hurt anything." 

Matthew's eyes were glued to the screen and he didn't see the door to his 
office open to admit a girl who quickly closed the door and stood out of 
sight against the wall. 

On the screen, the man turned and kissed the girl while the people gathered 
around them applauded. The camera moved in for a close-up and Matthew Harmon 
recognized that the couple was Harold Sorenson and his half-sister, Deborah 
Harmon. Their faces beamed with happiness as they shook hands with the 
people around them. 

"I don't understand," Matthew said. "Can't we dispense with this and get to 
the sex?" 

"Don't be so anxious, Matt dear. All in good time!" 

"Debby!" Matt exclaimed, recognizing her voice at once and turning to see 
her leaning against the wall in a relaxed position. "I thought you were to 
arrive this evening!" 

"I couldn't miss this show," she laughed, "even though my husband didn't 
want me here." 

"Your husband!" 

Harold flipped the switch to stop the projector and Debby turned on the 
ceiling light in the office. 

"That's right," Harold smiled. "What you have just seen was your sister's 
wedding. We were married yesterday in Mexico City. Say hello to Mrs. Deborah 
Sorenson." 

"What kind of game is this!" Matthew snapped. 

"A legitimate game, brother dear," Debby commented acidly, walking over and 
sitting on the leather couch. "A much nicer game than you tried to play, I 
might add. But you did teach us some things." 

"A Mexican marriage will never hold up!" Matthew snapped. "I'll have it 
dissolved before the day is out!" 

"I doubt you could, even if you tried," Deborah replied, relishing these 
moments. "Remember when the ambassador to Mexico came to visit us this year? 
Well, he was delighted to be present at our wedding when I invited him. And 
he assured me that our marriage is perfectly legal. But I'm positive you 
won't want to break up our happy home, Matt." 

"And the other films?" Matt asked in a weakened voice as he turned to 
Harold. 

"Oh, yes! I almost forgot," Harold said. "I spliced it to this reel, so 
you'll have to sit through a few minutes of our wedding reception at the 
American Embassy in Mexico City. Maybe you'll recognize some of the 
prominent people present." 

Harold flipped on the projector and rose to turn off the ceiling lights. 
There was complete silence in the office while the scenes of an impromptu 
wedding reception at the embassy crossed the screen. Matthew's heart sunk as 
he recognized a number of prominent industrialists and one movie star at the 
reception. His mind was working a mile a minute as he tried to consider this 
new situation. 

Suddenly the scene changed. Matthew's stomach turned over as he immediately 
recognized Mona's bedroom. 

"This reel is rated X, Matthew," Deborah laughed. "So if you object to 
erotic realism, perhaps you would like to leave." 

The scene was slightly blurred, but clear enough to recognize Matthew Harmon 
beyond any reasonable doubt. Matthew was naked on the bed when Mona suddenly 
appeared on the screen. Also naked, Mona approached Matthew's body and knelt 
between his legs to take his semi-erect penis in her mouth. 

"Good Christ!" Matthew exclaimed. 

"Sorry some of it isn't too clear," Harold said: "It was shot from the 
building across the street with a telephoto lens." 

"She looks like a good little cocksucker, Matthew," Debby said sweetly. "I 
like the part where you shove it up her tight little asshole the best. 
There, see! Was her asshole good and tight, Matthew? It sure looks like it 
the way you're working to get it up her rectum! Mona said it hurt like hell, 
but of course, she just put up with your unnatural desires because you 
promised her so much." 

In a fit of anger, Matthew Harmon jumped up and ran over to yank the cord 
connecting the projector to the current. 

"Now get out of here, both of you!" he screamed. "Get out of my office!" 

"Sit down, Matthew," Debby said with a steel edge in her voice. "Turn on the 
lights, Harold darling. It's time we put all of this together for my dear 
half-brother." She pushed Matthew into his chair and hit the button to open 
the drapes. Turning her back on Matthew, Debby raised her skirt to expose 
her bare buttocks in his face. "You should have used this, Matt. I love it 
up my ass. Harold takes good care of me that way. You certainly couldn't! 
That tiny cock of yours would be more appropriate on a young boy than on an 
adult man!" 

Debby lowered her skirt quickly as the drapes opened. 

"You degenerate, depraved bitch!" Matthew growled. "I'll ruin you!" 

"No you won't, Matt!" Debby responded as she sat down on the edge of his 
desk. "You already tried, and you failed! Do you like this office, Harold 
darling?" 

"First rate" Harold replied, enjoying watching Debby have her moment of 
vengeance. 

"We'll have it fumigated to get rid of the odor," she remarked 
sarcastically, staring straight into her half-brother's eyes. "You see, 
Matt, you're through-out on your soft ass. According to the terms of Dad's 
will, I inherit everything. So you're fired, brother dear, as of this 
minute! John Martin this minute is notifying the officers and directors." 

"You can't get away with this!" Matthew snapped. 

"I not only can, but I also have," Debby purred like a cat with a dead mouse 
between its paws. "The staff at the house are already packing your things. 
They'll be ready when you send for them. I don't want you in my house. Is it 
coming together now, brother dear? Well, wait, there's more. Your conniving 
little Mona has changed the lock on the apartment, so don't bother going 
there. Mona is starting a new career as assistant 

director of public relations for Harmon Industries She was so cooperative 
with a friend of Harold's-Benny, wasn't it, darling?-that we felt we had to 
show our appreciation. She was much too smart for you, anyway, Matthew." 

"The lousy little bitch!" Matthew groaned, seeing his entire world collapse 
around him. 

"Don't speak of Mona that way, Matthew," Debby said with a smile. "Why, she 
had made it possible for me to take away your 
twenty-five-thousand-dollar-a-year trust. I feel sure that those pictures of 
you performing sodomy on an unmarried girl should satisfy our father's moral 
clause, don't you?" 

Matthew didn't reply. He was stunned. 

"You can leave now, Matthew," Debby said. "Just leave the things in your 
desk. We'll have them sent to you. Oh, I almost forgot! I've asked John 
Martin to arrange for a complete audit of the company books. If we find any 
irregularity, we'll do our very best to send you to prison." 

"You're a blood-thirsty bitch, Deborah!" Matthew said dejectedly as he stood 
and took a last look at his cherished office. 

"You gambled and you lost, Matt," Debby said sweetly. "If you're wondering 
what to do now, I'd recommend a trip to Argentina. It did wonders for me!" 


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