The Abduction Of Cindy Vol I
by Edward Mitchell


INTRODUCTION 

When Cindy Weinstein left the city with her boyfriend for a two-week 
backpacking trip in the rugged Grand Teton Mountain National Park, she felt 
womanishly squeamish about the wild animals lurking up there in the dark. 
And on the third night of sleeping under the stars she had due cause . . . 

From that point on, The Abduction of Cindy, Vol. I, Edward Mitchell's 
thrilling story runs pell-mell through the torturous adventures of a girl 
lost in the wilds, separated from her partner, and found bruised and 
unconscious on a foothill meadow by a friendly old cowboy who turns her over 
to his landlords for care. 

That's where the real adventure begins . . . when our heroine realizes her 
foes are not the forest animals but her generous hosts who have turned their 
mountain retreat into a torture chamber and feast parasitically on the 
virgin flesh of innocents for the unholy joy of quelling the boredom of 
their empty, meaningless existence. The Comstocks, the crazed, egomaniac 
profligates are professionals at their sexually cannibalistic sport, but 
Cynthia Anne Weinstein is a stubborn, proud young girl who refuses to crack 
under her lesbian tormentor's tongue and fingers in this, the first part of 
The Abduction of Cindy, Vol. I. Be sure to check your news stand next month 
for the exciting conclusion. 

-The Publishers 


CHAPTER ONE 

On this her third day of camping, Cindy would gladly have traded her last 
mouthful of dried apricots for a face-to-face debate with Euwell Gibbons 
over the spiritual rewards of returning to nature. Disgruntled and sweaty, 
her mind flashed on cereal ads featuring scrub-faced girls sitting next to 
impossibly heavy backpacks, hair pulled back in neat pigtails, armpits dry. 
Huh! She felt like a withered, rumpled, defeated frump. God, for a hot bath 
and a shampoo . . . 

The nineteen-year-old trail-weary hiker propped her firm buttocks down on a 
rotting log, her bulging orange backpack leaning lazily beside her amidst a 
patch of wild strawberries. The sweat-popping June sun filtered sunshine 
over the splash of Indian paintbrushes, Butter Cups and other mountain 
flowers too delicate for this rugged man's country. The thin cotton of her 
T-shirt clawed at the clammy mounds of milky flesh beneath it, and her long 
tanned thighs the color of ripe wheat were crosshatched with red welts from 
scraping through underbrush and black and blue from bumping into rocks. A 
big gash encrusted with dried blood was a sorry reminder of her city 
upbringing; yesterday she'd skated down the slippery shale river bank, 
scraping her shins brutally. 

Trickles of perspiration stood out like studded pearls on her tanned 
forehead and as the brunette wiped them away with her arm, a disparaging 
sigh broke from her throat. She glowered down at her polish-chipped nails. 
Another broken nail, darn it! Her smooth red lips drew into a pouty line 
that deepened her dimples and puckered her chin into a wrinkled button. That 
did it! Cindy Weinstein was ready to head back to Chicago and lose herself 
in the concrete jungle. 

When Jed suggested this camping trip she envisioned lying naked in green 
meadows, watching deer nibble at apple blossoms, skinny dipping and passing 
the days in lazy bliss. Instead they were playing Davy Crockett, forging 
trails and competing in an endurance test with themselves. 

"Look at the sky, Cindy! Ahhh . . . gorgeous!" Jed beamed like some witch 
doctor after a rain dance, staring up at gathering black clouds. "God, I 
love the mountains . . . " 

"I do, too . . . on postcards . . . " muttered Cindy, hoping he wouldn't 
hear. Apparently he did, because his six-foot frame unfolded as he rose up 
from the ground and ambled over to her. His girl friend's pixie face was 
scrunched up in a frown and childishly she dug doggishly at the soft humus 
earth, chopping away toad stools with the vibran soles of her sturdy hiking 
boots. 

Hands on his hips in an exaggerated masculine pose, Jed glanced down at his 
girl friend's lustrous curly hair that shot blue highlights back at the sun. 
He straightened his shoulders, towering above her. Poor judgment, was it, 
expecting this city girl, a pampered Jewish girl from Skokie, Illinois to 
appreciate the physical challenges that made men like himself sweat blood, 
tear ligaments and crunch bones for the sheer pleasure of knowing he had the 
guts to do it. Now that he thought about it, Cindy had never approved of his 
ambition to play pro football after he graduated from college, either. Well 
. . . he thought, working his square jaws on a handful of sunflower seeds.. 
. she'd have to learn. 

"Like some sunflowers seeds or granola before we hit the trail?" 

"Hit the trail . . . but . . . " Cindy's brown eyes paled as she lifted her 
head to follow his gaze that settled like noonday sun atop a craggy 
mountain. "No . . . you can't mean . . . ! " 

"Come on," he cajoled. "You might hate me for it now, babe, but when we get 
back to Chicago you'll be ready to take on Arnold Schwarzenegger." 

"Sure," she sniveled, reaching back to rub her own aching shoulders. "Are 
you gonna walk back to Chicago, too? No, maybe we should roller skate . . . 
or you could ride me piggy back!" she snapped caustically, suddenly hating 
the way the sun was baking dirty sweat on her forehead. What good would 
climbing a mountain just to sleep on it prove anyway? Why couldn't they have 
gone to London or some civilized place where somebody could carry their 
luggage instead of them toting it around on their backs like a bunch of 
plains Indians looking for better hunting grounds. 

Jed turned his back to her, his nostrils flaring with contempt for the 
weaker sex called woman. "Please quit complaining, Cindy," he pleaded, 
lightening the tension between them with a smile. ". . . Or I'll hang you up 
by the heels from that tree next to the food sack and let the bears get 
you." 

"B-Bears . . . you mean there's bears up here?" 

"Yes! And they eat up brown-eyed girls from Skokie!" 

"Don't humor me, Jed! I'm not super woman, you know . . . " 

He stared up at the mountain, its white snow cap kissing the blue sky. "Too 
bad you aren't . . . then you could carry both of us." His blue eyes 
squinted and blinked against the sun until he shaded his eyes with his hand, 
staring long and hard at the base of the mountain. "Come on . . . I'll help 
you get your pack on." 

Judging from the sun's angle it was about five o'clock that afternoon as Jed 
gave in to exhaustion and slipped his backpack off his shoulders, the Sierra 
Club metal cup banging against a tree stump as he hit the ground in a bed of 
pine needles on one of the few flat stretches of ground before the rugged 
granite flanks of the Teton Mountains began jutting out like steely claws. 
Jed wiped the sweat from his brow and winced as he used both hands to 
support his left leg under the knee and stretch out his leg. The crunch of 
his kneecap sluiced the still mountain air and alternately wincing and 
rubbing, he worked at his football-damaged knee while the sun filtered 
angularly through the pines, the mountain winds whipping through the trees 
in a sussurated hush. The sound of snapping twigs jarred him. He raised his 
head in time to see Cindy trudging up the footpath, her tawny cheeks 
crimsoned from the effort, her lush breasts rising and falling in panting 
breaths. 

Jed grinned up at her and nodded his head approvingly. Courageous girl, his 
Cindy. There weren't too many girls on campus who could keep up with his 
pace, on the trail or in between the sheets. 

His hand rubbed over his swollen kneecap while his eyes rubbed over Cindy's 
lush five-foot-six-inches of tanned, healthy flesh. The weight of her 
backpack dragging on her shoulders tightened the perspiration dampened 
cotton of her white Peter Frampton T-shirt until the diamond chips of her 
nipples poked through the clinging fabric like two symmetrical eyes winking 
up at the blue Wyoming skies. Her gray leather hiking shorts rode high on 
her slender thighs tightened now from three days of hiking and climbing 
despite blisters and thirst. Some trooper, that Cindy, he thought, smiling 
to himself as the dying sun caressed the blue highlights of her impossibly 
black curls worn short and natural. 

Back on campus he'd had to share her with her studies, but now he had her 
all to himself . . . he and the mountains. 

"That'a girl. I knew you'd make it." She came closer, huffing, blowing a 
naughty curl out of her eyes. 

"Aaaahhhh Gawd! I could drink a river dry. . . . " Shedding her backpack she 
collapsed on the ground beside Jed. 

"Hey, don't get too comfortable.. . we have to build a fire." 

"A . . . a fire?" she panted. "What for?" 

"To keep the animals away. It'll be colder up here than it was down in the 
meadows." Jed had rolled up his pants leg and was hobbling over to his 
backpack on one foot where he rummaged around in the tightly rolled contents 
for an Ace bandage. Cindy winced, watching him wind the elastic bandage 
around the swollen nub that had once been a knee. 

"Oh, Jed . . . that looks terrible! You shouldn't be walking on it for 
Godsakes! You won't be able to play . . . " 

His don't-play-Jewish-mother-with-me look cut her off short and she looked 
the other way, mouth shut. Then he was dancing about on one leg gathering 
stones and arranging them in a circle. "Find some twigs . . . it'll be dark 
soon." 

Begrudgingly she pulled her aching bones up from the ground and noticing 
that her waist line had tightened up, her mood lightened. "Didn't think I 
could keep up with you, did you boy?" she teased, coming up behind her lanky 
boyfriend and wrapping her arms around his back to clasp around his broad 
chest, teasing at the puckered nipples on his hair-fuzzed chest. "Thought 
city girls could only make it in the back seat, huh?" 

Jed spun around, blue eyes playful. "Garr-rraagghhhh!" he growled and dug 
his fingers under her armpits, tickling her until she clamped her upper arms 
protectively over her rib cage. Girlish giggles chimed in the mountain air 
and a scolding blue jay took a low sweep over their heads while a squirrel 
sat mutely on a tree limb watching these two-legged animals. 

"Ohhhhh . . . haaa, Jed s-stop!" His fingers moved to the center of her 
chest to play with the puffy nipples of her milky breasts. 

"Oh, oh! There's a bear!" 

Cindy went pale, her giggles dying in her throat. 

"Ha ha . . . gotcha!" he snickered, amused at her false fears. "I'm gonna 
bite your nippies off with my fangs . . . rrarggghhh!" 

By sunset the air was crisp as a bite into a cold green apple and a steady 
breeze whined through the pines, serving as a windbreak. . . silent, save 
for the eerie howl of the night's breath. Somewhere out there an owl 
whoo-oo'd. The campers sat close enough to the fire to feel it burn their 
tanned cheeks. 

"Jed . . . ? " she started, a Sierra Club cup hot with tea clasped in her 
hands,". . . doesn't it scare you to know there are . . . wild animals out 
there?" Her rounded shoulders shuddered involuntarily and her down vest 
rustled restlessly as she hunched her shoulders, hunkering against Jed who 
sat staring mesmerically into the fire. 

"Not really . . . better animals than humans. I'd rather have a bear mad at 
me than Coach Dickerson." 

"Oh come on!" 

"No, really . . . " Jed gritted his teeth, chips of bark flying as he hacked 
with his ax at a dried pine bough and tossed it into the biting orange 
flames that spit and crackled from the sticky pine resin that made the night 
air smell suspiciously of air freshener. Now and then the crack of twigs in 
the blackened shadows of the trees beyond would make both of their heads 
spin around to see nothing, and then Jed would look at her sheepishly. To be 
safe, the flashlight sat within reach . . . not that it could stop a 
mountain lion or an angry bear. 

Animals of the four-legged variety wasn't Cindy's only fear. Her spine felt 
as though an army of ants was parading up and down that vertebraed path and 
she eyed her boyfriend, hoping his knee was paining him enough to keep his 
mind on it and off his other biological organs. (Organs . . . that's how her 
mother had labeled the fleshy machinery between a man's legs.) 

Being close with a man when your fingernails were caked with dirt and your 
hair stuck full of pine needles wasn't Cindy's definition of romance. Making 
out-that was her prescribed limit, anything beyond that was 
self-deprecating. Her first semester of school her mamma had told her what 
to expect from a man in the sex department, and her soured description of 
what should be physical bliss sounded more like Medieval torture. 

"Sex is a cross we women have to bear. Nothing is fair or equal about it. On 
your wedding night your husband will take your virginity. Your hymen will be 
brutally ripped, the pain will be excruciating.. . and then you will 
hemorrhage. Women have bled to death on their marriage beds. Once-you 
remember?-I broke my leg and the bone popped out of my skin?" 

Cindy nodded, remembering the afternoon when she was five years old, she'd 
had nightmares for weeks after seeing the blood, the white bone, and hearing 
the sounds of her mother's screams. 

: "You remember how I finally passed out from the agony, and when they tried 
to move me I came to again, and how they had to give me morphine to ease the 
pain?" 

Wide-eyed and wondering, Cindy said quietly, "Go on." 

"Well the pain that afternoon was nothing compared to the agony I suffered 
when your father took my virginity . . . even though he tried to be gentle." 

"But I thought making love was supposed to feel good!" Cindy objected. 

"Making love, huh! Making war is more like it, for the woman is always 
defeated, degraded and subjected to indignities." 

Cindy's mother sat forward in her chair. "Can you imagine what it's like 
having some sweaty, hairy male beast crawl like a spider over your naked 
body?" 

Now, two years later Cindy still felt spiders crawling over her body, and as 
Jed stripped off his down vest and folded it up for a pillow, the orange 
flames made shadows dance over his strong jawline, giving him a hollow 
cheeked vampire-like profile. The reflection caught his glimmering eyes just 
right, giving them a gimlet cast and then and there Cindy would gladly have 
stared a bear in the eye than crawl in between the zipped up down that might 
as well have been a marital bed. The two preceding nights they had shared 
campsites with strangers on the trail, but tonight it was Cindy and Jed and 
the mountains. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Jed pulled Cindy down deeper into the sleeping bag, his strong arm wrapping 
around her back, easing the knot of muscles where the backpack had dragged 
its twenty pounds. She lay full length pressed against his virile athletic 
body, staring up into the starlit skies where the Northern Lights strung 
across the hard dark sky. Tucked against his body the smells and sounds of 
night faded dimly from her consciousness, limiting her world to the warmth 
of flesh and the clean smell of pine. 

He spoke first. "Happy? Glad you came along?" 

"Uh, huh. You?" 

In reply, he kissed her and found her mouth partially open. The herbal taste 
of camomile tickled her lips as his tongue swam into her mouth in a savage 
kiss and excitement, like spiders, began creeping up Cindy's spine. Now 
Jed's large hands cautiously touched her breasts and even through her 
T-shirt she felt the electricity between them. 

The spell was momentarily broken as he reached over and tossed a handful of 
dried pine needles and dried twigs into the fire and a second later, he 
began kissing her again. Their two tongues sparred wetly, and she felt his 
hands becoming more sure of themselves when she did not protest. Lying as 
they were, face to face, Cindy was also becoming very aware of the hard 
bulge beneath his trousers, which confessed his desire. Something came alive 
in the pit of her stomach and she wanted to shed inhibitions and reach down 
there and caress him; she was steeling herself to do it when his hands moved 
beneath her T-shirt and his knee moved between her thighs separating them. 

This time she made no effort to halt his fumbling efforts, trusting him and 
herself. His movements, concealed by the darkness, were successful. A 
delicious moment later, his bare hand was on her naked breast, his fingers 
played over the puffy nipple and he lovingly squeezed the firm, full mound 
of flesh. The magic of the mountains or the moon overhead . . . something 
conspired against her better senses and everything about this strong bodied 
football player appealed to her femininity. His tongue continued its warm 
snaking into her mouth and his movements grew frantic. His hips buffeted 
against her pelvis and Cindy found herself panting-wanting him to stop, yet 
deep inside wanting him to go on forever. Oh, to have him kiss and bite her 
breasts until her nipples pucked up hard and tingling. Suddenly, the breath 
went right out of her body. Mamma . . . you were so wrong! 

With one smooth motion, Jed's hand slid up her tanned thigh, dug itself 
under the thin elastic band of her panties and touched the hot moist lips of 
her fevered vagina. OH, God! She had been dying for him to do this . . . and 
now she didn't want him to. Instinctively, she dropped her arm and tried to 
pull his hand away. She was helpless, so weak. Cindy was almost beside 
herself as he started to massage the redly swelling lips down there between 
her legs, entangling his fingers in the tendrils of pussy hair lining the 
pink treasure of her virginity. Once his thumb and forefinger tweaked the 
electrically tingling clitoris and a shower of ecstasy sparked through her 
loins. Now he used his other arm to force her hand down toward the awesome 
bulge in his jockey shorts. Reason like migratory birds, were on the wing. 
This could only lead to pain and the horror of her mother's mangled leg with 
white splintered spikes of bone protruding through the torn bleeding flesh 
flashed before her eyes. 

"No . . . No!" she cried aloud and struggled upright. 

Cindy looked down to see him glaring at her, wild-eyed and trembling; she 
could see that he was fighting the temptation to grab her, slap her down on 
the sleeping bag and do what his aching balls dictated. Finally he seemed to 
gain control of himself and nodded that it was safe to come back into his 
arms. Cindy did, trembling like a person afflicted with epilepsy, and kissed 
him gently on the lips. The bulge in his trousers squirmed like a snake 
looking for a hole, and she could feel its heartbeat thumping against her 
bare thigh. Cindy pulled back. 

"I.. . I'd like a sip of water." He reached it for her and after the cap was 
screwed back on, she hesitantly lay back beside him, thinking as she pulled 
the sleeping bag up around her that the mountains were no place for a woman 
alone. Truly appreciative of Jed's fearless nature, she snuggled up to him 
in open defiance of her mother's warning. 

Jed pulled her body toward him and they kissed while the pine boughs 
overhead swept green fingers inches above their heads as if in homage to 
their affection. Cindy wasn't trying to tease him tonight; the forested 
playground there between her legs was crying for attention. What to do about 
it was Jed's job. All she could do to aid the burning tingling was to grind 
her pelvis against the stomach jabbing bulge tenting his shorts. Instinct 
told her that when these two junctions finally joined, the fire would blaze 
up in leaping tongues, explode and then slowly die like a beautiful sunset. 

Snuggling up in the rustling sleeping bag, she felt Jed's strong hands sweep 
up and cup her thin panty-covered buttocks like two footballs in his palms. 
A second later, his thumbs hooked over the elastic waistband and with one 
delicious motion, her panties were pulled down over her hips. Jed fumbled 
with his jockey shorts and yanked them down, kicking them off his legs, 
despite the needling pain in his knee. His hot erection pressed against her 
naked goose-bumped belly, throbbing hungrily with each beat of his thumping 
heart, and he flipped over on top of her, the fevered cock rubbery against 
her silky inner thighs. 

"Jed," she moaned. "Please . . . no. We can't." That was what her lips said 
but her body was screaming a different message, and without conscious 
volition, she flexed and un-flexed her thigh muscles against his throbbing 
penis knowing by his moan of pleasure that she was instinctively pleasing 
him. 

Jed sawed his rubbery cock between her thighs; she felt the hardness of it 
snaking back and forth inside its sheath of hot thin skin. A marvelous 
invention, that thing. How could it cause pain? 

His finger was seeking out the dewed, velvety entrance to her womb and after 
a second of foraging, he found it. Turning his hand to cup the whole of her 
hair curled femininity in his hand, he forced her thighs apart in one liquid 
movement. She hated to lose that wonderful contact between her thighs and 
his penis, but she allowed him to spread her anyway. His fingers moved like 
a harp player across her vaginal lips, making them pout sensuously. God, she 
wanted to cry up to the stars from the sheer delight of it! Soul consuming, 
that's what it was. Her neck arched and she moved her face from side to 
side, her lips contorted and panting out like a broken record, "No . . . no 
. . . no," and obviously from her buttocks squirming actions, meaning, "yes 
. . . yes . . . yes." 

Jed was grinding his teeth and grunting softly, the orange firelight 
flickering softly over his square jawed profile, as he slithered his penis 
up and down the silken length of her thighs. She felt some moisture there 
and she wondered if he had "cum." But he was still hard and still moving . . 
. so obviously, he hadn't reached his climax. A moisture-a hot, slippery 
moisture-wet her vaginal split. Cindy was frightened and jubilant at once. 

"Cindy . . . please! I want you . . . it's the perfect place to do it the 
first time. Let me." He continued to rub her tingling thighs with his prick 
seeping dribbles of hot pre-cum. 

I can't stop you . . . I won't stop you if you really try. His meaty cudgel 
had now slipped up to the juncture of her slender thighs and its rubbery 
head pressed and quivered against her hungrily opening cuntal lips. She 
cried silently for him to do it-she could stand the pain, but nothing 
escaped her pouty lips except hoarse, shallow breaths. For the first time in 
her life she felt that something good was about to happen to her down there 
between her legs. Her heart rejoiced. No fear this time to spoil her 
anticipation. No sudden shriveling of her senses. If anything, her senses 
stayed plump and ripe. It was beautiful. It was wonderful. She wanted to beg 
his forgiveness for being a pest, a complaining old nag on this hiking trip. 
Oh, he was right. Camping was glorious . . . lying there next to the 
crackling fire in the arms of the boy she adored, the mountains keeping 
silent watch over them, the hard, dark sky shrouding their nakedness. Euwell 
Gibbons knew what he was talking about. 

Panting she lay on her back, legs slightly spread, looking up unseeing at 
the starry sky and watching as Jed reared up and tore off his T-shirt. He 
knelt between her thighs, the heat of his bare hips against her abdomen and 
thighs. 

Mama . . . I'm gonna do it.. . 

The decision was made. "Be gentle," she moaned as she felt the huge blunt 
head of his prick pressing at the lips of her unprotected vagina. She lay 
there, the heat of the moment on her-wanting it beyond all other things, and 
ecstatically now that her mother's imposing fright had finally left her. 
Maybe it took a trip to the mountains to achieve that, and if so, the 
blisters and aching back were well worth it! 

Jed's tongue jabbed between her lips, his weight descending upon her lower 
belly, and the first gentle probe of his cock slid lengthwise across her 
swollen vaginal lips. 

Cindy gave in to the sensation, reason evaporating from her body like 
morning dew, replaced by the sunshine of pure feeling. Jed lifted his 
buttocks back a bit in preparation for this first entry. The rubbery head, 
lubricated by the seeping eye of the slit, touched her vaginal lips, pushed 
forward and cleaved the soft yielding pubic hair, and paused there beating, 
beating, beating. Gently, he withdrew the head, his breath coming in shallow 
pants, his cheek burning against hers as he repeated the ritual and this 
time pressed just a trifle deeper. Oh God, she thought; it is so beautiful, 
nothing could hurt her now. She felt her cuntal lubricant oozing around the 
head of his probing cock. Now she wanted it deeper. Instinctively, she had 
reached down under the warm down bag to caress his balls when-with a 
terrifying suddenness-the breathless moment was shattered by the tromp of 
animal footsteps lumbering through the woods, snapping boughs under its paws 
and charging nearer. 

The sound of it caused Cindy's nerves to scream and react as though a stick 
of dynamite had exploded beneath her. Cindy put her hands against Jed's 
chest and pushed him away. Frantically, she tugged at the sleeping bag to 
pull it over her head. The beautiful moment had fled and the way her nerves 
were screaming it was probably that it would not return for a long, long 
time . . . if ever. 

Jed gave out a fearful whimper and flipped over onto his back, lying dead 
still beside Cindy's cringing body. He could smell her fear. "Don't move, 
keep your eyes closed and play dead . . . no matter what." 

Cindy could tell from the tone of his voice that he was scared silly and her 
nerve endings were all jangling like a hundred alarm systems being shorted 
out at once. She wanted to scream, but her fear constricted throat wouldn't 
emit a peep. Her eyelids flickered, despite his warning to keep her eyes 
closed, and out of one chocolate eye in the shadows of the pine trees a 
brown furry animal reared up on its hind legs and swiped a clawed paw at the 
food bag dangling from a high bough. 

A bear! Dear God I'm going to die! Horror stories that shamed the pain of 
her mother's broken leg flickered like newsreels through her mind . . . 
'grisly stories of campers mauled to death in their sleeping bags, hair 
ripped out by the roots, eaten alive. Eaten alive! Her heart rolled in 
drumbeat and she could feel Jed's body shivering beside her. 

Animal sounds filled the air, grunting, rutting sounds as the bear batted at 
the food sack dangling two feet above his head. Branches snapped under foot 
as the beast gave up his struggle and headed back into the forest in search 
of something tastier than raisins, dried fruit and tea. 

Minutes later, Jed rose up on his elbows, wiped the sweat from his brow and 
touched Cindy on the cheek. Fear had given way to rudely interrupted lust, 
and when he plunged his hand back down between her legs, she jackknifed her 
knees beneath him and twisted on her side. "Don't," she commanded, and it 
was an order not to be disobeyed. "I'm so scared." 

"The bear's gone! We can't stop now!" he groaned. 

"How do you know he won't come back?" she wailed through clenched teeth. 

Jed angrily rolled over onto his back and slapped his forehead with his 
hand. "Oh, shit!" he spat. 

"I'm sorry . . . but that.. . that bear scared me half to death and all you 
can think of is getting my cherry! Really, Jed!" 

"Go to sleep," he said in a snarl of contempt. 

Oh, why did everything go wrong all of a sudden?! She had wanted him to make 
love to her-needed him to fill her. He had even begun to make some 
penetration. And then that.. . darned bear had to get nosey. "Jed . . . ? " 

He refused to answer. She sniffed. "Jed . . . I'm sorry." 

"Yeah, you acted like it," he mumbled. "Well.. . I am. You were scared too, 
admit it." 

"No I wasn't," his voice cold and distant. "Okay, so what if I was? I'm 
sorry. You're sorry, but that doesn't change the condition I'm in right now 
. . . the same goddamned condition I've been in ever since I met you. Don't 
be surprised if I go looking for a knot hole in a tree." 

Cindy flared. "It's just as bad for me." 

"Huh!" 

"What do you mean by that?" she snapped, careful to keep her voice down and 
stealing fearful glances in the shadowed trees. 

"Forget it." 

"No, I won't forget it. What did you mean?" 

He turned finally and looked down at her. After a long moment, his shoulders 
slumped and he sighed in exasperation. "You can turn it off. It's easy. Look 
at me, though. Just look!" He levered up to his knees and cupped his swollen 
testicles in one hand and clenched his fist around the steely glistening 
length of his erect cock, throbbing needlessly. "What am I supposed to do 
with this? Christ! It hurts a man when he get all set to make love and then 
nothing happens." 

Cindy's trembling hand reached out tentatively toward the jutting stalk of 
male flesh, then drew back as if it were a snake. Thoughts of relieving him 
passed through her mind, but he would have to make the first move; she 
couldn't bring herself to be that bold. Cindy's emotions churned inside of 
her; she was torn between embarrassment, shame, and anger. 

"Good night," he said, simply nodding his head and making no effort to hold 
her or kiss her. 

All right, if that's the way you want it, creep! thought Cindy. She lay 
supine on her back on the cushiony pine needle bed, sleep like the safety of 
home, too far away. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

The star-strewn sky twinkled like the hand of a wealthy woman, the diamond 
chips growing brighter with the deepness of night. Cindy stirred restlessly 
in her sleeping bag as wafts of icy air stole in through the gaping 
drawstring mouth where the top of her curly head peeked out meekly. No sleep 
for her tonight.. . 

Down in the furry nest between her legs Jed's gentle touch lingered still, 
and her pussy lips throbbed, ached, begged for something to end this 
frustrated yearning. Fleetingly, she considered tapping him on the shoulder 
and waking him up to finish what he'd started. But.. . oh, darn it! She had 
to go to the bathroom. Mama was right; everything in this world was made for 
man's convenience, including the 'organs' between his legs. 

The thought of slipping out of this warm cocoon and donning those clumsy 
heavy clothes to squat primitively behind a tree in these nippy temperatures 
was utterly revolting and one hundred percent unfeminine. Ten toes poked 
around in the dark depths of the sleeping bag until they touched the stiff 
denim that was her Levi's. Jed had instructed her to keep her clothes in the 
bag, warming them for morning. Arching her back, she slipped into them, the 
cold metal zipper making her shiver as she sucked in her breath and pulled 
the tab up over the smooth bowl of her belly. Beside her Jed slept 
peacefully, his warm flesh radiating waves of heat. Strangely, being dressed 
made her colder and with chattering teeth, she worked at the bag's heavy 
plastic zipper. 

Brrrrr.. . the mountain air felt like witch's breath biting through her 
heavy sweater straight through to the bone, and she struggled with the stiff 
hiking boots hardened from cold dew. Cindy's pearly teeth chattered like 
castanets as she hugged herself with crossed arms and headed off to find a 
tree. Her boots crunched softly in the pine needle bed and then her heels 
dug in as she stopped in mid-step and spun around. The flashlight. . . The 
smoldering campfire reflected the object next to Jed's sleeping body and she 
plucked it up, turning it on only when the pine boughs hid her shadow. How 
unromantic, shamefully embarrassing to have Jed wake up to see her squatting 
like an Indian squaw behind a tree. 

Each footstep made her tight Levi's rub against the pouting pussy mound 
where devilish pin-pricks of desire swelled her cuntal lips. She had felt 
safe in his arms, protected from lurking creatures, his naked body hovering 
above hers creating a protective shell from the world. That darned bear . . 
. she would have let him take her and make a woman out of her. Yes, she'd 
wanted it despite Mama's gory stories. Deep in her subconscious mind the 
fear lurked that she, like her mama, would hate sex, find it revolting and 
painful. 

The forest ground still spongy from melting mountain snow made dark rings on 
Cindy's gray suede hiking boots whose hard rubber vibran soles sank easily 
into the earth. Cautiously, she swung the flashlight from right to left and 
satisfied, she chose a tree at random and unzipped her skin-tight Levi's, 
drawing the stiff denim down over her slender thighs and goose-bumped 
buttocks. Hooking her thumbs in the elastic of her panties, she worked them 
down, blushing to discover that her copious female juices had glued them in 
the tight hair-lined crevice. The icy air nibbled at her swollen clitoris 
and wafting breezes brushed against her cuntal lips like the hungry touch of 
an incipient lover. Cindy's black eyelashes fluttered and her right hand 
instinctively cupped her pubic mound when . . . 

Something . . . a lumbering, hulky dark shadow appeared through the trees. 
Moving, its shape becoming more distinct with each twig snapping footstep 
until its headlight eyes beamed straight at her! 

Fear, like a cornered rat, gnawed at her brain and her heart thumped in her 
temples. The nape of her neck went cold and tense as if someone were 
pounding a frozen ram rod down her spine. Squatting close to the tree she 
stared into the none too friendly eyes of a black nose bear! If it was a 
Grizzly, she was good as dead. 

Oh dear God! Her fingernails, like claws of a dying bird, bit into the tree 
bark and slowly, so as not to startle the animal, she pulled up her Levi's 
and fastened them, watching dry-mouthed as the bear swung his burly head 
around in the air, nose sniffing, smelling, feeling for her. Cindy wanted to 
die. Climb a tree. . . Her brown eyes scanned the pine tree for low hanging 
branches but, no, bears could climb. . . 

One step closer, its thickly muscled neck craning from side to side, nose 
high in the air. God, she could hear him smelling, almost feel the hot 
moisture flaring from his nostrils. 

"Jed, oh God," she mumbled, closing her eyes and peering over her shoulder 
at the campsite not more than twenty yards away where dying orange flickers 
of smoldering pine boughs outlined the sleeping bag where Jed . . . Cindy 
swallowed, though her mouth was so dry her tongue stuck to the roof of her 
mouth . . . A baby bear cub scampered and romped on the sleeping bag, 
pushing and nudging Jed's body, playfully clawing at his face. 

Nose waving in the air, the cautious mother bear sniffed the night winds and 
advanced a few crunching steps until Cindy could see her pupils dilate 
darkly in anger as the wretching scent of human enemies stung her nostrils. 
Man had separated her from her baby cub! A throaty growl rumbled from her 
awesome hairy throat and following the scent, the mammoth animal reared up 
on brown tree-trunk sized legs and came at Cindy with open jaws that dripped 
saliva from ice-pick teeth. The animal's upper lip curled in contempt. 

"Aaaahhhh!" Cindy's tiny hand flew to her mouth in a stifled scream, eyes 
wild with fear. Her hiking boots dug into the ground in a wild spring 
through the woods, clawing her way through underbrush and zigzagging around 
trees that seemed to materialize like dark omens of doom, blocking her path, 
confusing her. Tree branches like invisible menacing spirits grabbed at her 
sweater, ensnaring her. She fought back, tearing herself away despite the 
searing pain in her upper arm where the slow warm ooze started dripping to 
her elbow. Behind her the woods came alive with thundering footsteps 
crashing painlessly through undergrowth and side-winding trees. The 
instinctual inspiration to run downhill . . . (hadn't she heard somewhere 
that bears couldn't run downhill as fast as humans . . . ? ) made the 
footsteps fade in safe distance behind her in the night, but still she ran, 
her lungs feeling as if they would explode from the dry, burning pain for 
want of oxygen. 

Her hiking boots chopped into the mountain earth, gnashing it under her 
heels, spitting dirt into the air. She picked up speed, momentum growing 
until she tripped over a log. A sharp pain cut through the tender flesh on 
her shin and that horrible image of her mother's mangled leg cleaved through 
her mind. She raised her head, smelling the moist dirt caked on her cheeks 
and she reached up to wipe away the sweet smelling gush of blood spurting 
from her flaring nostrils. Coughing and sputtering, Cindy felt the trickling 
blood clog her throat. She spit, the saliva driveling from her mouth in pink 
threads from the bruise on her lip. The crash of animal footsteps kicking up 
rocks under clawed feet and smashing through bushes with its hairy girth was 
no more. Cindy lay in a heaving mass on the ground, arms spread out above 
her head, tears scalding from her eyes to cool on the earth's floor. "Jed . 
. . oh, God, Jed . . . " 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

A crackling fire splattered orange tongues of warm light over the rustically 
chic interior of Paul and Zelda Comstocks's three bedroom cabin 
inconspicuously snuggled in the lush meadows skirting the Grand Teton 
Mountains, south of the national park boundaries. In sunlight one could see 
mottled splashes of Indian Paintbrushes, Buttercups, Blue Bonnets and other 
ground-hugging wild flowers spread across the smooth green canvas like a 
Monet painting. Tonight, from their living room window the dark night skies 
made invisible the craggy granite peaks, save for the white snow caps 
jutting up to kiss the white quarter moon. The view, day or night, was a 
picture postcard too perfect for reality. 

Zelda sat on the over-stuffed sofa sipping warm cognac from a crystal 
snifter, her black transparent peignoir hanging like shaded mist over her 
fine, lithe body that belied her thirty-eight years. Her burgundy painted 
toes played with the bear skin rug strewn sacrificially on the bare wood 
floor, now and then poking her toes into the dead gaping mouth to run her 
toe nails over the needle teeth in a teasing, contemptuous manner. Beside 
her sat Paul, her husband, a marvelously maintained man for his forty-two 
years, comfortably casual in a raisin brocade smoking jacket that 
accentuated his frosted temples. He, too, sipped at cognac and blew puffs of 
rich smelling cigar smoke into the flame-warmed air. 

The living room oozed of comfort and citified affluence, despite the bucolic 
decorative touches: raw A-frame ceiling beams, hand-hewn furniture winking 
imperfectly with knot holes, the trophy moose head hanging above the stone 
fireplace. These smatterings of earthiness fell short of convincing one that 
its inhabitants had ever hiked a trail or fished a stream or ridden a horse. 
Its opulent existence, so incongruous with the primeval setting, seemed to 
challenge nature, daring her to interfere with the profligate easy lifestyle 
carried on behind its locked doors. Now, in the chill of the night the 
Comstock's pure bred Palomino horse bayed at the moon as if calling to his 
negligent master whom he had seen once-the day of his purchase. 

The Comstocks took interest in nothing around their summer home except their 
perverse social inclinations. Jack, a broken up rodeo rider crippled with 
rheumatism, looked after the horse and lived in a converted section of the 
barn. Two maids who, like mindful children, were seldom seen and seldom 
heard, were kept on call to cook the meals and clean the house. They lived 
in the guest house out back. The Comstocks loathed interruptions, though 
their weekend escapades with selected guests were a hot subject between the 
maids. 

Paul eyed his wife's luscious curves, feeling his pants bulge tightly as she 
bent over to rest her succulent lips on his and his hand snaked up 
underneath her flimsy gown, pushing the hemline abruptly up her thighs. 

"Oh, you beast.. . you lovable beast!" She jumped forward trying to ensnare 
more of his playful fingers coursing their way along the silken sensitive 
insides of her thighs. "I should think you'd had enough with our insatiable 
house guest, darling." 

"Sonia has a delicious ass, my dear, but nothing compared to your sweet 
buns." He grinned lopsidedly around his cigar and continued his rummaging 
between her naked thighs. "And what about Guy? Did you find his penis as 
hard and hot as your husband's or have I spoiled you?" 

"Yes, baby you've spoiled me," purred Zelda, spreading her legs to let her 
husband have full play down in the fuzzy nest of her vagina. A bored 
expression tightened her aristocratic features, despite the fact that her 
husband's two longest fingers were ramming furiously into her seeping pussy 
still oozing with another man's cum. "They are terribly boring, don't you 
think? Her greedy groveling free-loading ambitions make me sick to my 
stomach, and that simpering husband of hers is a crashing bore. Really, 
Paul, couldn't you have found better company for the weekend? I'm not sure I 
can cope with another tedious evening of group sex with those social 
climbers." 

As she stopped talking, the room fell silent save for the fire's crackle and 
the wet sluicing sound of her husband's boring fingers goring into her wide 
stretched cunt. Her eyelids fluttered sensuously as she gave into the lewd 
ministrations and a slow almost perceptible smile crossed her rouged lips. 
She closed her eyes and moaned softly. 

"Darling, you're doing it to me again, you devil!" Zelda gritted her teeth 
as she felt the old feeling drifting through the tips of her sizzling 
nerves. Fortunately she had a husband who understood her perfidious delight 
in sex and in their unique relationship they hid nothing from each other. 
Yes, by common consent they had their little affairs but had never let them 
get beyond the physical stage. They shared everything, including sex 
partners. 

"Ohhhhhh," she moaned again as Paul's hand was running the full silken 
length of her vaginal crevice, sending chills of sensation rippling across 
her skin. "Do you wanna be eaten alive?" she teased, her dark sparkling eyes 
dancing. 

"Eaten, yes, baby, but not alive," he joked, twitching his finger again into 
the slightly squirming slit. 

"What . . . we need for our parties," she gasped, her cheeks flushing from 
the erotic sensation down between her legs, ". . . is some fresh blood. 
Something . . . ahhh, God . . . to . . . to add spice . . . like . . . oh 
Jesus, Baby . . . like a virgin." 

Zelda reached her hand down and touched the swollen bulge in her husband's 
pants, knowing there would be a long night ahead of her for the two of them 
while their house guests slept in a separate bedroom. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Consciousness descended upon Cindy in a cold suffusing chill and weakly she 
raised her head, whimpering from the thumping pressure behind her eyes that 
swept over the forest floor twinkling with morning light filtered through 
tree tops. The birds sang joyfully, dissolving the horrors of last night's 
death chase through the woods. Wriggling on her stomach, she bent one leg, 
drawing up her knee and reached down to massage it. She swallowed dryly, the 
metallic taste of blood heavy in her mouth. She spit, then wiped her lips 
with the back of her hand that came away with specks of raisin colored dried 
blood. 

Where . . . what was she doing here? Her gnarled fingers brushed through her 
hair, combing it free of debris. Painfully, she rolled over onto her back 
trying to make sense of nonsense. And Jed. . . where was he? Two vacuous 
brown eyes raked over the forest floor searching for answers that were not 
to come from that innocently mute source. Wearily, Cindy let her eyelids 
droop and the vision of those steel trap jaws and ice pick teeth made her 
whimper. Oh God, that bear.. . and Jed! She had to find the trail back to 
the campsite where her lover may be lying in a pool of blood, his face 
mauled. Oh, why hadn't she let him make love to her if that was to be their 
last night together? 

Dizzily, she rolled over and managed to raise up on all fours, the thumping 
behind her eyes cruder now. Prisms of light sprinkled before her eyes as she 
struggled to her feet and leaned against a tree, grabbing her bruised arm. 
She needed water, food and medical help . . . and to find Jed! 

For hours she tromped around the slopes stumbling and falling in dazed 
delirium. Girl Scouts had taught her nothing about wilderness survival and 
despite her zigzagging efforts to cross the trail, it trickfully evaded her. 
Afternoon found her in the grassy meadows surrounding Jenny Lake amidst a 
herd of mule deer making their daily trek to the waterhole, scampering in 
fear now as their moist velvety nostrils picked up the scent of man. 
Exhausted from hunger and thirst, she collapsed on the ground and fell 
unconscious while darkness gobbled up daylight. 

Biting winds carrying fog from the lake below nipped through her woolen 
sweater and sweat soaked T-shirt, chilling her to the marrow. Cindy lay 
stomach down, pain spreading like a contagious disease over her body. 

* * * 

Perhaps it was a senile throwback to childhood days on the family's Idaho 
ranch. Religiously at the crack of down Jack Taylor added water to 
yesterday's grounds and rolled two cigarettes for the trail. Of all hours he 
loved dawn best.. . when the dew-kissed grass shimmered in the pink 
sunlight, intensifying as the sun peeked over the dark mountain crests. 

The musty smelling hayloft wasn't much, but it was home. In exchange for 
taking care of the horse the Comstocks had insulated the barn's upper loft. 
In winter months Jack used the space heater to ease his rheumatism, but in 
springtime, like now, an extra wool blanket provided warmth enough. 

Jack pulled on over his long-legged underwear yesterday's mud-stiff Levi's 
and yanked on a shirt lopped over the bedpost and kicked his way into his 
dusty cowboy boots. He examined his leathery face in the mirror, rubbing his 
hand across its four day growth. Naw . . . shave could wait 'til Sunday. He 
drank his muddy coffee steaming and black and smoked a cigarette. Hell of a 
life, being a bachelor cowpoke, but he wouldn't have it any other way. Those 
imagine city folk living inside that house were cozy, but hell, they 
couldn't survive a night in the woods. You had to be tough, calloused to 
take care of yourself. Jack wouldn't have traded his peaceful lifestyle for 
all the horses in Wyoming and Montana put together. 

The Wyoming sky was a canvas of streaked warm colors when he tromped, spurs 
clinking and blowing up dust, out to the corral and saddled up the Palomino. 
Poor girl, what the hell they bought her for Jack couldn't understand. 
Nobody rode her except for him and that made him feel sorry for the mare. 
Everybody needs attention, he thought dolefully . . . old men and old 
horses. 

A strange bunch, those Comstocks, he mused grunting and pulling himself into 
the saddle. Every weekend they came up from the city with another couple. 
For having all those friends they sure weren't hospitable folks. Hell . . . 
not that it was any of his business, but you'd think they'd take enough 
pride in the place to walk around the meadows or ride their horse. 

Digging his spurs into the mare's side, the aging cowboy galloped off 
through the meadows, the winking blue jewel of Lake Jenny sparkling in the 
distance. "Whoooopeeee!" He clutched at the lips of his cowboy hat and waved 
it high in reminiscence of days in the rodeo ring, the fresh morning 
stillness awakening his senses with the jolting of the gallop. 
"Yaxmahhwwwhhhhhooooooo!" 

Abruptly his eyes narrowed and his leathery hands tugged at the reins, 
tightening the bit. Frothing at the mouth, the horse whinnied and drew to a 
halt, rearing up on her hind legs against the pain in her mouth. 

"I'll be a buzzard's uncle." The old cowboy pressed his hat to his chest and 
squinted in the near distance where something too big for a rock and too 
colorful for a deer carcass struck his vision. "Whoooaaaaa. . . baby!" He 
slid off the horse, his spurs jingling metallically as he dashed bull-legged 
through the wet grass, slow at first then breaking into a run. His leathery 
face cracked into a smile. "Jimpin' Jahosafats!" It was a girl and a darned 
pretty one at that! 

Jack put his sinewy hands under her armpits and pulled her up like a baby 
long horn. Her curly black head wobbled lifelessly from side to side and 
then two brown sunken eyes centered in a badly scratched, though pretty, 
face stared into his wrinkled up face, Cindy screamed, kicking frantically 
and yelling hysterically. "Hate to do this, miss, but it's better for both 
of us." 

Whap! His hand stung against her cheek and her head again went limp. The 
Palomino horse came at a gallop when she heard the familiar whistle, and 
Jack flopped Cindy's lithe, bruised body over the horse's rear quarters and 
headed back home. 

The poor lady needed help he couldn't give her. Pretty thing. A moldy, 
smelling hay loft was no place for a girl to regain consciousness. Gosh, if 
he were thirty years younger he might take her . . . but hell, he was just a 
broken up rodeo cowboy. Too many bull hooves had smashed in his face to make 
him a lady's man, but looking down at her spread out on his bed, her breasts 
rising and falling in unconscious sleep, made something inside of him churn 
that he thought had died long ago. 

Mindless of the hour, he left Cindy in the hay loft while he headed for the 
house. For all his boldness Jack turned yellow belly when it came to facing 
the Comstocks on their turf. Seldom did they show themselves and never their 
guests. An aura of secrecy enshrouded that house that made him keep his 
distance. 

His gnarled knuckles banged on the screen door, hat pressed tight to his 
chest and he ran his fingers through his gray hair in a last ditch effort to 
appear kempt. Paul Comstock opened the door, looking none too pleased by the 
early morning intrusion. The terry robe he wore had been pulled on in haste 
and sleep lines were etched around his dark eyes. 

"Mr. Comstock . . . ? " Jack spoke through the mesh door. "Sorry to bother 
you, sir, but I found a girl out in the lower forty. Poor thing's needin' 
help. 'Spose I could bring her in?" 

Paul's face registered no concern, only irritation. "Where is she now?" 

"Who the hell is that?" bellowed Zelda from the bedroom, her shuffling 
slippers growing louder as she emerged, pulling tight the belt of her 
peignoir. Without makeup she looked younger than he'd remembered her to be, 
her high aristocratic cheekbones hinting at a youthful beauty far from lost, 
though a hardened set to her jaw negated the softness of ultra-femininity 
that her frothy peignoir tried to impart. Her long bleached blonde hair was 
swept back from her forehead and he noticed for the first time her widow's 
peak that gave her a diabolical, witchy look. 

Jack sucked in his breath and clutched his hat tighter to his chest. Jesus 
God, the woman was naked under that flimsy thing! The puffy outline of her 
nipples and darker patch between her thighs was no secret under the fluffs 
of yellow nylon. Zelda glowered through the screen at Jack. 

"For Godsakes, let him in and close the door before we all catch pneumonia," 
she grumbled, throwing herself down into the sofa and pulling her legs tight 
under her while her gimlet eyes raked over Jack's dirty Levi's and dusty 
boots. Five burgundy fingertips opened a silver cigarette box on the glass 
etagere. Paul hastened to her side to light her cigarette, an effort for 
which he received no appreciation. 

"He found a girl unconscious out in the fields." 

. "How old is she, cowboy?" she asked with flat disinterest, her high 
cheekbones hollowing as she puffed on her cigarette, blowing the smoke out 
of her flaring nostrils. Jack's blue eyes rounded. "Oh, I'd say about 
nineteen, maybe. Pretty young thing, she is." 

"Oh?" A wry smile crossed Zelda's smirking lips while she glanced at her 
husband below raised eyebrows. "Our new blood has arrived, dear." She turned 
to Jack, looking him in the eye for the first time. "Bring the girl in and 
let's have a look at her." 

Dumping her over his crooked shoulder like a sack of feed, Jack toted Cindy 
down the ladder, past the corral and over the lawn to the Comstock's cabin 
where smoke belched from the chimney. Inside, Zelda had personally attended 
to preparing the second guest bedroom on the first floor, her mood 
lightening now that fate had sent a new toy to her doorstep. Upstairs the 
Greenleys slept on, incognizant of the new development in the week long 
party that Paul Comstock's perfidious wife had so cleverly arranged. 

Panting and grunting, the old cowboy shuffled into the guest bedroom and lay 
the girl down on the white chenille bedspread, a whimpered groan escaping 
Cindy's swollen lips giving them a sensuous, pouting appeal that struck a 
cord in Zelda's lustful heart. 

"What a gorgeous young thing!" grinned the lady of the house, her fingers 
all aflutter, yanking at zippers and twisting buttons, preparing the girl 
for washing. 

Cindy lay in dazed consciousness, hovering between wakening and sleep, her 
curly black hair still lustrously shiny, strewn with things of the woods 
that Zelda plucked disgustedly. One chocolate eye peeped open as she felt 
foreign fingers working at her sweater and moving her injured arm 
thoughtlessly. A hospital. . . she must be in a hospital. Cindy's eyes 
struggled to stay open this time, expecting to see a motherly-faced nurse 
dressed in white, but instead she focused on a smirking, threatening face. 

"No! Oh . . . where . . . oh God . . . " Cindy rose feebly on her elbows; 
overcome by the effort, she collapsed back on the bed. 

"You'll be all right, angel darling. We'll take care of you . . . you bet we 
will," Zelda rasped huskily. "Now roll over and help me get this filthy 
T-shirt off of you," she instructed impatiently, then in a softer tone: "And 
let me see those . . . young titties." 

"Oh!" Cindy put her hand to her aching head. "I . . . I . . . Jed . . . 
where's Jed?" Her voice trailed off in a weak whisper, her eyes staring 
blankly, seeing nothing. 

Jack peeked his head around the doorway, his hat still pressed reverently to 
his chest, eyes wide with concern, though it was Zelda's yellow-hazed naked 
buttocks that held his rapt attention. 

Zelda spun around. "If you're going to stand around gawking, cowboy, make 
yourself useful and get those lazy-assed maids to heat some milk. My poor 
baby is dehydrated!" snapped Zelda, shooting at her husband an urgent look 
that as much as said, "Get that dirty cowpoke out of my house!" 

 CHAPTER SIX 

"Cindy. Cinnddeeeeee . . . Oh God, Cindee-ee . . . answer me!" The last two 
Words snapped out with unconscious anger. 

Jed had stumbled about the woods for a day and a half, struggling with both 
backpacks despite the biting ache in his tender shoulders where the bear cub 
had ribboned his back, delighting in its innocent frolic as would a 
three-year-old child drawing pictures with a stick in the sand. Fortunately 
his face was unscathed, for in playing dead he'd protected his good looks 
with upheld arms. His leg pained him most. Underneath the Ace bandage his 
kneecap was a swollen mass of throbbing flesh, blackened like a rotten 
apple. 

"Cinddeeeee!" His voice grew hoarser until his cries came out in strangled 
pleas that he didn't recognize as his own voice. 

Horrified, his stomach knotting, he'd seen Cindy's hovering shadow as the 
mother bear reared up on hind legs and charged after her. Even now the sound 
of Cindy's bloodcurdling screams echoed in his ear drums, frightening as the 
drumbeat of an Indian warrior on the war path. 

The bear was not a Grizzly, that he knew. Either Cindy had outwitted the 
bear or the beast had mauled her and dragged her bleeding body down to his 
den to finish her off. No . . . bears weren't carnivorous. Oh shit, what did 
he know? 

"Sorry, Mrs. Weinstein, but I came home without your daughter. A bear 
attacked our campsite and ate your daughter. OH, me? Oh, I'm just fine. A 
few scratches, that's all. . . " 

Cripes, how could he explain this to Cindy's parents? 

Weakened but too distraught to eat, Jed slipped the twin backpacks from his 
sore, sweat-soaked back and collapsed on the ground, hating himself for 
daring a fragile young lady out into the wilds and subjecting her to dangers 
he was too cowardly to believe existed. With gut-wrenching fear, he asked 
himself what he'd been trying to prove by driving her beyond her strength, 
snapping at her just complaints, playing Cochise to swell his ego and prove 
his bloated machismo that was so damned precious to him . . . for without it 
he couldn't justify bashing in heads out on the football field. Latently, he 
was probably a wife beater, too. 

Jed buried his face in his hands and wept. "Cindy . . . oh God, Cindy . . . 
come back. Don't be dead." 

* * * 

It wasn't her mother's chicken soup but it stayed down. Cindy fell languidly 
back on the pillow, staring into the snappy eyes of the blonde woman sitting 
at her bedside stirring to cool the soup, her red talon fingertips clutching 
at the spoon. A hawkish quality in this woman's bewildering character seemed 
grossly incongruous with her soft palms that rubbed ointments into bruises 
and raised the hem of her nightgown to massage the aching muscles in her 
back. Today, like yesterday, Cindy's insistence on calling the ranger 
station was quickly aborted in curt finality. 

"No, darling. You're not well enough to leave us yet. The telephone.. . Oh, 
this is our retreat, baby . . . we don't have one. We'll take you into town 
in a couple of days. Jed? Now why would you want to find him after he left 
you alone up there?" 

Now, over the yellow shimmer of chicken broth making its way to her mouth, 
Cindy eyed the woman curiously, her wide brown eyes moving from the 
heart-shaped widow's peak, down over the straight satiny forehead and high 
cheekbones to her thin-lipped smile. The smell of fine perfume wafted from 
this woman's deeply shadowed cleavage pinched together in a plunging-necked 
day dress whose scarlet hue matched perfectly the glossy lipstick and nail 
polish she wore. Why all the frills in the middle of the woods? 

It was not out of motherly concern that Cindy was denied clearance to wander 
about the cabin, that she knew. The woman's cloying possessiveness dominated 
Cindy's spirit, squelching the fight within her. For two days Zelda 
incubated her, monitoring every footstep, and so Cindy eyed the invitation 
cynically: 

"The color is coming back to your cheeks, dear. You do feel well enough to 
join us for a drink by the fire tonight, don't you?" 

Cindy batted her dark eyelashes in bewilderment, too suspicious to know what 
questions to ask. 

"My guests would love to meet you and all of us together would have a 
wonderful time," she said in a calculated tone that ate at Cindy's 
consciousness like the scrape of fingernails on a chalk board. This woman 
reeked with the casual assurance of the affluent and, although her figure 
was stunningly preserved, Cindy guessed she must be in her late thirties. 

Zelda's gimlet eyes lifted from the spoon and bored into Cindy's with such a 
strange light the embarrassed girl quickly looked toward the window. 

"Well. . . ? " 

"Yes . . . I guess . . . I could." Immediately her eyebrows arched. "And 
tomorrow I will contact the ranger station and find Jed." 

"Of course," came the too hasty answer. 

The soft yellow afternoon sunlight gave way to murky shadows, the raw 
ceiling beams creating guillotine-shaped shadows on the eggshell walls of 
Cindy's bedroom. Outside muffled laughter and the biting smell of cigarette 
smoke seeping under the door gave her an uncomfortable, trapped feeling. 
Cindy's eyes popped open as they focused on the turning doorknob. 

Zelda swooped in, obviously dressed for company. Heavy dark eye shadow and 
thick mascara gave her eyes a bewitching glint, and her soft unnaturally 
blonde hair fell languidly over the shoulders of a royal purple Indian sari. 
The smell of her perfume reached Cindy before Zelda's hand did. 

"Darling, I've brought you a dress," she said, bending over until her heavy 
breasts nearly spilled out and brushing her soft palm over Cindy's forehead. 
"Our guests are dying to meet you. We'll see you soon?" 

No invitation, this . . . a flat command. 

I'll stay in bed she's going to say I'm too weak to contact the ranger 
station about Jed, reasoned Cindy, flipping back the sheet and touching her 
toes to the thick carpet. In one swoop she pulled the nightie off over her 
head, her milky breasts straining to swollen fullness as she raised her 
arms. Cynically, she picked up the offered day dress and held it up to her 
naked body, bending her leg and holding it out to test the length. The 
yellow nylon gown's empire "waist hugged her rib cage, pushing out her full 
breasts adding whatever inches she felt nature had cheated her of, and 
mashing them together like two half-inflated balloons. The soft maze gave 
Cindy's chocolate-brown eyes a softer glow and deepened her wheat tan. 

Chatting and laughter stopped in mid-breath and sixteen eyes turned 
anticipatorily. Cindy wanted to fade into the woodwork, shrink away from 
their suggestively prying eyes. In a rustle of purple silk clinging to 
Zelda's generous curves, she reached Cindy and draped her arm tightly around 
Cindy's shoulders, holding her in a clutch. 

"Darling, I want you to meet Sonia and Guy Greenley. And you know my 
husband. Everyone . . . this is Cindy." 

Cindy stood clumsily holding her hands in front, feeling foolishly, 
conspicuously tongue-tied. Zelda did that to her-made her feel ill at ease 
with herself. 

"Ready to party with us?" The words came from Paul Comstock, a slick 
magazine whiskey ad type in Cindy's summation. Something depraved and 
hungering about his too sleek, too perfect features sent involuntary shivers 
of repulsion through Cindy's teen-age flesh. More disquieting still, he was 
eyeing the other man's wife with more than casual interest. 

Tension crackled in the room as Sonia Greenley, a dark-haired cheap version 
of Marilyn Monroe, snickered at Paul's invitation while gazing back at him 
with smoldering covetous eyes. Cindy withered inside knowing these people 
were silently communicating in a physically suggestive manner their 
impression of her. She wanted to shrivel up and die. Only her mother's 
staunch etiquette training refrained her from lifting up her skirt and 
making a mad dash for the door. 

Sonia Greeley raised her champagne glass in a toast. "To our new party 
favor," she smirked, closing her succulent red lips over the fragile crystal 
rim while flashing a seductive smile at Zelda's husband. Sonia was slender 
and sinuous, sleek and panther-like with her deep tan and long black hair. 
The strawberry tips of her swollen breasts peeked out like bumble bees from 
the flowered print of her thin voile dress. Flagrantly sexy in a coquettish 
way, she was the diametrical opposite of blonde haired blatantly lustful 
Zelda. Zelda the lion, Sonia the kitten. 

The rich raising brocade of Paul's smoking jacket shimmered in the firelight 
as he rose from the couch and sauntered over to the bar where he pulled the 
champagne bottle from the silver ice bucket and made the rounds, offering a 
fresh glass to Cindy. 

"I don't drink, thank you," murmured Cindy. 

"Drink it, darling," ordered Zelda. "It'll build your stamina." She slinked 
over to the sofa and sat down in a gust of purple silk, then patted the soft 
leather beside her. 

"Come sit by me, Cindy angel. Doesn't she look adorable?" 

The teenager blushed, feeling like an animal caught in a steely trap. 
Zelda's every motion and word carried a surreptitious demand that shattered 
all illusion of generosity. Despite her hesitancy, Cindy obeyed, sitting on 
the sofa next to the arm, clutching it to avoid the heated presence of the 
blonde vampire whose hot breath seemed to burn Cindy's flushed cheeks. She 
sipped the bubbly and wrinkled her nose, sucking in her breath as a tingle 
of heat exploded in her unexpecting stomach. Desperate for distraction, she 
sipped eagerly, feeling awkward and uneasy as the two older couples stared 
at her with unsettling interest, running their eyes up and down her plumply 
curved young body. Even the women! Something perfidiously twisted was going 
on this room and she wanted none of it. 

Zelda's long slender arm reached out to encircle Cindy's shoulders, drawing 
her closer, her red talon fingernails digging into Cindy's tender skin with 
vampirical insistence. A cold shudder, repulsive as a dead snake, wiggled up 
her spine and a growing sense of dread choked in her throat. 

Still, how could she fear these people when they had taken her in and nursed 
her back to health? Don't be duped, she told herself. They want something. I 
can feel it.. . Head-on she confronted them with her suspicions. 

"I don't know how to thank you enough," she blurted out to Zelda, aware that 
the woman's fingers had slinked down from her shoulders to her breast bone 
and were playing lightly over the swollen mounds of her breasts. 

"You will, darling," returned Zelda in a husky smile, licking her lips. 
"Believe me, you will." 

The conversation moved to the Dow Jones Industrial Average and after 
learning that Paul Comstock was a financial consultant who'd made his 
millions during the Viet Nam 'conflict', it became explainable why Sonia 
Greenley was flaunting her provocative body at Paul. She was a social 
climber of the undefeatable sort, the driving force behind her husband. And 
her bumps and grinds in Mr. Comstock's direction didn't ruffle Zelda's 
feathers in the least; she watched in cool amusement. 

Then to Cindy's shocked amazement her round brown eyes turned pale at the 
sight of Paul's fingers darting to Sonia's smooth fleshed thigh to slowly 
caress her there, edging upward beneath the hem of her dress. Zelda's 
husband and Guy's wife casually stretched out on their backs on the bear 
skin rug, facing each other, oblivious to the others as Paul's hand rubbed 
higher up in the silken fleshy thighs while the dark haired kitten mewled 
and fondled the bulge in the crotch of his black silk pajamas. 

Their total lack of discretion baffled Cindy. Cheeks blazing with 
embarrassment, the dark haired Skokie girl reared on family togetherness 
couldn't take her eyes off this x-rated movie. Sonia's pouty lips were 
parted and her hips ground against Paul's hand disappearing in groping 
ripples up beneath her dress. From the teeth gritting smirk on Sonia's face, 
one didn't have to be a genius to see he was squeezing and fondling her 
pubic mound, and to add to the nineteen year old virgin's horror, she could 
clearly see the banana-sized bulge straining at Paul's pants, a dark wet 
circle sopping the tip where Sonia caressed the rubbery cockhead. 

"I.. . I.. . think I'll.. . go back to my room now," Cindy whispered to 
Zelda who sat beside her with a mocking smile, watching the couple on the 
rug with an intense gleam in her eyes. Cindy was sickened by Zelda's 
unflinching reaction and when she glanced at Sonia's timid husband, her jaw 
fell slack. He too seemed immensely excited as he watched his own wife 
squirm her hips while another man finger fucked Sonia through her panties! 

"I.. . I'm not feeling . . . very well," stammered Cindy. 

"Of course you do, darling. Tomorrow we have to call the ranger station, 
remember?" Zelda added in a throaty voice, resting her fingers on Cindy's 
soft thigh, staring down at the deep cleavage of her firm breasts with a 
mongering hunger that made Cindy clasp her throat. 

Their eyes, glassy and vacuous, were all staring at her unblinkingly like a 
scene from a psycho horror movie . . . even Paul and Sonia who were still 
stroking each other's genitals. The metallic taste of fear rose in Cindy's 
throat as she glanced nervously at each of their faces; they watched her 
like a helpless rabbit in a cage, and their eyes were so blatantly, 
demonically, lustful that Cindy began to tremble with rising dread. Her 
startled brown eyes dropped to the soft rug beneath her feet, and the gaping 
steel jaws of the bear stared up at her with its glassy eyes, she let out a 
frightened whimper. These people were no less threatening than the angry 
bear responsible for driving her to their doorstep.. .as if the Comstock and 
that bear had made a pact to get that nineteen year old virgin from Skokie! 

For the first time Cindy saw these people for what they were. How could 
Zelda be so calm, even amused, while her husband obscenely fondled another 
man's wife only a few feet away? And Guy, too, seemed almost feverishly 
aroused at the disgusting sight of his own wife stroking another man's penis 
while Paul rammed his fingers into her vagina. Who Js Afraid of Virginia 
Wolf was child's play compared to the psychological games going on right 
here before her startled eyes. 

But the terrified girl's terror was rooted deeper in the electrifying air of 
suspense hanging like a pregnant cloud in the room, an aura of impending 
violence that made Cindy want to leap up and flee before their infectious 
lewdity tainted her too. Like a seeping green foul smelling ooze it rotted 
the post-card view of the mountains. The howling wind outside bluntly 
reminded Cindy she had nowhere to go. Summoning the firmest voice she could 
muster, she said: 

"I don't know why you're all looking at me like that-but please, stop it! 
I've gone though a lot of pain lately, and I don't feel well . . . I'll . . 
. I'll go to my room and leave you alone." 

Zelda broke the silence with a coarse laugh, her red talons cruelly 
squeezing the tender flesh of Cindy's thigh. 

"Don't be silly, honey! We invited you out here to share with us. We're all 
stuck here in these lonely mountains for another three days, so we might as 
well get acquainted. And I have to remind you that I did save your life. 
Weren't you telling us yesterday how grateful you were? Well, a gorgeous 
young thing like you ought to be able to manage a debt like that. . . Jesus, 
your cunt is hot!" 

With a cry of horror, Cindy suddenly became aware that the blonde woman's 
fingers had slid unnoticed up under the hem of her dress while she'd talked, 
so adroitly that the startled virgin paralyzed with shock conceded 
unprotestingly to Zelda's finger-massage rubbing her pubic mound through her 
sheer panties. 

With a cry of disgust, Cindy flung Zelda's hand away and flailed her head 
from side to side, hearing her own timid voice crack with fear: 

"Don't touch me! Please, please leave me alone . . . all of you. I don't 
care what you do, just don't.. . touch me!" 

The girl's brown eyed pleading trailed off as the four of them glanced at 
each other, passing a silent message that Cindy could smell, even through 
her fear. Her tears caught in her throat but her panting breasts betrayed 
her panic and the air of tension in the cabin become suffocating. 
Determinedly, she stood up from the couch and advanced two steps toward the 
door, winding her way through the tangle of arms and legs on the bear skin 
rug where Paul and Sonia pawed at each other. 

"Hhhggghhhhh . . . ! " Cindy sucked in her breath as Paul's hand struck out 
and grasped her slender ankle. 

"Where you going, honey? Stay and enjoy the party." 

Cindy glared down at him, her fear constricted throat threatening to gag 
her. Dear God . . . I'm trapped with four sex maniacs! All of them are sex 
perverts! It s a nightmare . . . its got to be! 

The eyes were upon her again, four pairs of demonic beacons. Sonia reared up 
on her knees, a crooked smirk crossing her rouged lips as one delicate hand 
reached up with the unmistakable intent of fondling her breasts. Cindy 
shrunk away, cowering back on the couch beside Zelda who laughed amusedly. 
Now the trembling brunette was hemmed in by both women and Cindy knew in 
that split second of scorching reality that something shocking and forbidden 
was about to happen. She was victim to agonizing suspense and her own 
terrified emotions. Like rattlesnakes ready to strike, their gimlet eyes 
watched her every movement, and Cindy knew that any provocation on her part 
could trigger their violence . . . giving them the chance to sink their 
teeth into her tender virginal flesh and poison her with their obscene 
venom. Their clutching hands were something out of a horror movie and Cindy, 
in a burst of hysteria, made a mad scrambled on all fours. 

The females flung themselves on her in the blink of an eye, flinging her 
over on her back on the bear skin rug and pinning her shoulders down 
brutally, Zelda's face hovering over Cindy's, a sadistic smirk showing the 
white line of her teeth. 

"Get some ropes!" Zelda snapped at her husband, then smiled mockingly down 
at the sobbing brunette. "Don't worry, sugar, we won't hurt you," Zelda 
purred, her mouth so close to Cindy's she could nearly taste the liquor on 
her breath. "We're going to play a little game with you. I happen to enjoy 
inventing games, and I know of a juicy one for a doll like you. Mmmmmm.. . . 
" she added in a hoarse Bette Davis whisper, "I can't wait to suck those 
angel titties!" 

The vulgar promise sparked a fury of resistance in Cindy and she made one 
last ditch effort to wrench herself free, but the two women held her 
shoulders firmly crushed to the rug, laughing at Cindy's sobs. 

"Oh, Cindy," Zelda chuckled, shaking her blonde head, "when we get through 
with you, darling, you're going to be begging for it. You're going to crawl 
on your hands and knees and beg me to let you eat my pussy, my angel. You're 
going to lick my asshole and love it because you're going to be my ultimate 
triumph, my Jewish princess!" 

Zelda's face was so close to Cindy's their lips nearly touched. "I'm going 
to turn you on so hot, sweetheart, you're going to become a wild animal, a 
magnificent fucking machine . . . you're going to be my masterpiece, and 
believe me, I've had my share." 

The terror-stricken virgin stared up at Zelda's lust-contorted face with 
chilling fascination and for a long moment Cindy's quivering body froze. She 
was mad! Zelda was rich, beautiful, bored and insane with lust. She, Cindy, 
was a pawn in this woman's chess game. 

"Don't hurt me," sobbed Cindy. "Please.. . I'm only nineteen . . . I'm a 
virgin! I've never had sex. OH, God, let me go!" 

"A virgin!" Zelda echoed, her dark eyes widening in astonishment. "Do you 
hear that, gang? She's a virgin! Sweet mother of screwing, we've struck gold 
in these hills. Oh, baby, are you in for the time of your life. 

Where the hell is that rope?" 

The moment Paul Comstock loomed into view holding a long coil of rope, the 
whimpering girl went into a hysteria of kicking and screaming that took all 
four of them to subdue. 

"You guys take her wrists and we'll strip her from the top," panted Sonia, 
her eyes wild with lust. "I want to see what that itty, bitty cherry looks 
like," she giggled flirtatiously. 

Clenching her eyes shut, Cindy fought with every fiber of her strength, but 
the four of them easily overpowered her. The men held her arms above her 
head while Zelda worked up the hem of her gown. Her tan face crimson with 
humiliation, Cindy moaned in terror as one of the men held both her wrists 
and the other pinned her ankles. The sobbing virgin felt her gown being slid 
up over her futilely writhing hips, Zelda's husky words ringing in her ears. 

"Oh Mother of God, she's going to be a honey. Even with her panties on she's 
sexy enough to eat right now! You're going to have your hands full fucking 
this gorgeous animal, boys. She's a feast-look at those thighs and her pussy 
hair peeking out around her panties. Paul, God, I could almost cum right now 
just thinking about you sticking your prick inside her hot little pussy . . 
. and a cherry, too, darling. Your wife is good to you, baby!" 

The smutty words deepened Cindy's shame and panic, but already she could 
feel the weakness in her arms and legs stealing her energy. 
"Acuihhhnnnnoooo!" She felt warm hands yanking at her panties, pulling them 
down, exposing her black silken pussy curls and the pink slit of her 
defenseless vagina, but she couldn't deny a very faint thrill of pride at 
their glowing comments, even in her humiliating torment. 

"Tight and juicy for sure," Paul rasped. "Hope I can wiggle my cock in that 
tiny slit." 

"She is gorgeous . . . all pink and wet and hot.. . " put in Guy, kneeling 
at her head and clasping his wiry fingers over Cindy's wrists and squeezing 
until her fingers turned white. 

"She'll taste like honey." Zelda licked her lips. "God, I wish I could suck 
those pussy lips right now!" 

"Why not?" Guy asked dully, his ruddy complexion growing redder still under 
the effort. 

"Because my game has rules," snapped Zelda glaring at her house guest with 
curt disdain. "I said she'd beg for it, and she will . . . I don't care if 
it takes until next winter. When we get done with her she'll crawl like a 
dog for sex, she'll go down on every one of us with tears of joy in her 
eyes, she'll fuck like a sex-starved nympho on Spanish fly. When I finish 
with her she'll swing that tight little ass like a Catholic rabbit.. . and 
she'll beg to get raped back there, too." 

"Never!" hissed Cindy, opening her tear-filled eyes, feeling a furious surge 
of pride and dignity. She knew the conviction of her morals and they weren't 
about to rot in the face of these threats. "You'll never make me do that," 
the helplessly bound virgin swore, wriggling her soft creamy flesh in a 
feeble struggle. "You can tear my fingernails out and make me eat bamboo . . 
. but never . . . never will I grovel like a dog!" 

Zelda threw back her head and laughed tauntingly as she lifted the sari 
above her knees and sat on her haunches enabling her to rub the girl's 
yielding belly flesh with her long painted fingertips. "Honey, if there's 
one thing I love, it's a woman with spirit. Too damn many simpering bitches 
in this world," she said, glaring at Sonia out of the corner of her eye. 
"Lock the doors, fellas, our party favor is about to jump out of the cake." 

The men went about their work under Zelda's strict directives, and in 
seconds the doors and windows were secured and Cindy was securely tied down 
by her wrists and ankles, the ropes anchored to heavy furniture. Like some 
hapless animal ready to be butchered, Cindy lay with her arms and legs 
stretched out, her vulnerable thighs spread wide, her delicate pink cuntal 
lips fully exposed between their dark-curled fringes, her palpitating 
breasts tipped with succulent rosebud nipples flushed deeply. Elephant tears 
scalded down her flushed cheeks. Cindy cried softly, her eyes still closed. 

"She's beautiful," Guy muttered greedily. "Man, I've got to fuck those 
tits!" 

Zelda was quick to rebuke. "I said my game had rules, idiot! Nobody . . . 
not even Paul, moves until given permission. Is that understood, Guy?" 

A pall of silence fell over the room broken only by the muffled sobbing of 
their victim and the whipping mountain night winds. Now and then the 
Palomino bayed at the moon. 

Paul nodded, his blood-filled cock pulsing painfully against the crotch of 
his silk lounging pajamas. "That's right. Her rules or nothing." His eyes 
fell down at the spread-eagled teenage girl, changing the direction of 
everyone's attention. 

"Now that we have that settled," Zelda said sitting on her haunches and 
massaging Cindy's smoothly rippling stomach, "get out the champagne, Paul, 
and let's toast to our virgin sacrifice." 

"Only, darling," smirked Paul, "if I can have her ass when she begs for it." 

On the fur rug Cindy listened with but a fraction of her shocked mind to 
their sultry conversation. The bear chase was nothing compared to the fear 
and sense of impending doom she experienced now. Animals maimed out of fear, 
never for sport, but these two-legged beasts would not stop until they had 
mauled her femininity, torn her hymen and ravished her anus. The mountains 
suddenly loomed sacred and civil compared to the demonic, bestial evil about 
to burst in this lushly furnished cabin. 

The soft bear fur under her naked body caressed her flesh in an ironic 
reminder that she had survived the perils of nature's wilds, but could she 
survive the psychological and physical torture about to be inflicted upon 
her by those of her own kind? Zelda suffered a psychological affliction 
common to the rich: a psychological boredom whose conclusion bordered on 
sexual cannibalism. And Cindy was another statistic, another trophy to her 
depraved victory. Their obscene promises had already sent her imagination 
whirling in terror while she could almost feel a massively throbbing penis 
ramming deep into her virginal vagina in one long scorching thrust, or 
battering her tiny unstretched anus, making her cry out in anguish. But 
never, never would she surrender her pride and grovel and beg. They could 
rape her in every hole in her body with their voracious lips and tongues and 
fingers as well as their cocks, but they could never reduce her to their 
depraved level, never transform her innate dignity so that she became a 
whimpering animal begging for raw pleasure. No, sex was more sacred than 
that. Mamma had said so . . . 

"Never!" Cindy whispered aloud as the four of them drank a mocking toast 
over her nakedly shivering flesh, cold dribbles of champagne pooling on her 
belly and the creamy valley of her cleavage. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

A vacuumed tomb-like atmosphere darkened the living room where the draped 
windows and locked doors barred interruptions from the outside and held in 
the cloying stench of cigarette smoke and murky sexual vibrations. Tension 
crackled in the room. 

Tied by ropes, laying vulnerably spread eagled on the bear skin rug with 
their haunting eyes raking over her nakedly shivering body, Cindy felt like 
someone's drug hallucination come to life: a virgin sacrifice in pagan 
mythology. Above her the sorcerer, Zelda Comstock, slipped out of her silk 
sari with a delicious sense of anticipation, shuddering from the expectant 
tingle in her lips and tongue as she swept her hot gaze down to Cindy's 
glistening cuntal lips. 

Zelda's beguiling penchant for games was the logical conclusion for a once 
practicing psychiatrist who'd married into wealth and refused to blend 
undistinguished into the glittering backdrop of her husband's lavish 
lifestyle. The affliction of the wealthy, ennui, settled in during her late 
twenties when avant-garde swapping parties were still tantalizing risque. 
They bored her, that simplistic 
I'll-let-you-have-my-husband-if-I-can-have-yours psychology. Too 
superficial, too unenduring. Slowly, she developed her own style of swapping 
and with it, an unnatural bent for teasing and corrupting. And this young, 
ripe victim laying sacrificially on the floor fired Zelda's imagination. 

Zelda stared hungrily at Cindy's fluffy pussy lips as she stripped off her 
own black bikinis, giving the others as eye full of her lush growth of brown 
pubic curls several shades lighter than the hair on her head. The naked 
vulnerability of Cindy's virginal genitals lent an added thrill to the 
perverted game Zelda called 'mind fucking.' Now, with her victim roped and 
totally forced into submission, she knew she could dispense with all her 
contrived charm and persuasion and immediately plunge into the ritual of 
merciless teasing and irrevocable sensual corruption. Zelda was a witch, a 
sexual cannibal, devouring youth and innocence. 

The countless husbands and wives who had groaned and grunted eagerly beneath 
her fiery mouth and fingers and above her wildly clasping mouse trap cunt 
filled her with contempt. What challenge was there in a willing pussy or 
cock? No conquest, just another used, desperate body searching for new kicks 
like herself. 

Fully naked now, Zelda stood between Cindy's widespread legs and rubbed her 
long middle fingers around the slowly puckering nipples as she stared down 
at the lovely brunette, deliberately rousing herself to teeth clenching 
excitement and lustful impatience. The girl's mouth was small and delicate 
like her glistening pussy, and Zelda shivered happily as she imagined 
Cindy's ripe pink lips sucking voraciously at her swollen pussy lips and 
throbbing clitoris. God, how she loved that! This Little Red Riding Hood 
would be perfect for sixty-nine, and if Paul's stud horse cock got all the 
glory out of bursting her precious cherry, at least Zelda could console 
herself that her own tongue had licked it first. 

Cindy stared up at the blonde tormentor's shimmering nakedness bathed in 
orange fire light, then glanced at the others who were also naked but 
waiting for the witchy blonde to start shouting orders. But Zelda was in no 
rush. She let the suspense mount, pinching her dark nipples between her 
fingers and felt them pucker hungrily as she reveled in omnipotence. Looking 
at her, one had the feeling she could have been a Mussolini or Hitler 
reincarnated; this dominating quality made her orgies so unpredictable and 
in demand. Zelda the queen bee, her husband and everyone else her drones. 

To prolong the unexpected was the name of her game, and Zelda turned to take 
in a cursory glance at the Greenleys, whose insufferably boring company 
could be forgotten now that she had her virgin. As usual, Sonia was giddy 
with drink, something about her hysterical nervousness that made her laugh 
too loudly and agree too readily, amused Zelda. It had been the cunning dark 
haired young wife-and not her milk toast husband-who'd leaped at Paul's 
suggestion of a private party in their mountain cabin and, knowing that the 
Greenleys had traveled in the same swapping circuit, Zelda was curious to 
test their limits. 

She ran her dark eyes hungrily over Guy's sinewy body, lanky like most 
Scotsmen, drinking in his thick male flesh that poked out straight from his 
coarse sandy pubic curls, its rubbery head swollen with blood. New cocks 
were a favorite toy of Zelda who spotted a milk-white drop of over eager 
pre-cum oozing from the slit of his glans, tempting her to drop to her knees 
before him and lick the salty sperm up on her tongue. She knew she could 
give Sonia's husband a blow job that would shame his wife, and while she 
loved to prove her superiority at fellatio, she knew there would be time for 
egotistical satisfaction later. 

The blonde's gleaming eyes darted next to Sonia, sweeping over her high, 
daintily rounded breasts with their taut dark nipples and down over her 
gently curved belly and slim hips, and a fresh ripple of lust raced through 
Zelda's sun bronzed flesh. There was something wildly arousing about that 
leggy housewife, an hint of frenzied need in her burning, rabbit-darting 
eyes and willowy body that made Zelda's finger twitch restlessly with a lewd 
sapphic urge. Instinctively, she sensed Sonia had never had sex with another 
woman and that she would respond to Zelda's loving masturbation and, two, 
that she had never had it in the rectum. That made Zelda smirk. 

Zelda had long ago discovered that a certain type of girl loved to be finger 
fucked by a woman, and Sonia Greenley fell into that category hook, line and 
sinker. The frustrated type, unaware of her own suppressed impulses. The 
nervousness was there, despite the brash facade; this woman would wince in 
repulsion if forced to actually suck another woman's wetly seeping pussy. 
The wealthy woman possessed an uncanny intelligence for ferreting out 
another person's hidden sexual fears and hang-ups. Sonia's intentions 
reeked; she was a greedy social climber trying to advance her husband's 
career and get a few favors on the side for herself. 

In spite of her dread and horror diseasing her mind and body, Cindy couldn't 
stifle her curiosity for long, and she watched the two couples undressing, 
feeling her heart hammer against her ribs with fear. But the stunning blonde 
looming over her fascinated and terrified her the most, and as Zelda 
stripped, exposing her sun bronzed breasts and voluptuous nakedness, the 
trembling virgin quivered with searing shame at the thought of having a 
woman touch and caress her. That would be like having her mother playing 
with her vagina, and that repulsive idea made Cindy gag. How one woman could 
thrill another at sex was beyond her. The mere idea of begging to plant her 
lips on Zelda's vagina-she could clearly see her moist pinkly swollen pussy 
lips up between her full parted thighs-made the mortified girl want to die 
with shame. 

And as Cindy eyed the others fearfully, seeing Paul's tree trunk penis and 
bloated testicles and Guy's purple veined penis, its purplish tip oozing an 
obscene trickle, Cindy prayed she would faint before she was forced to touch 
any of their naked bodies. To think she'd been saved from one drastic fate 
only to be put on a sacrificial platter to be devoured by this pagan witch 
made her want to burst in anguish. The suspense was jolting her raw nerves, 
sanding the synapses electrically, as Zelda towered above her, her 
sensuously twisted mouth smiling crookedly, her fingertips stroking her own 
full breasts as she ravished Cindy's nakedness with her gimlet eyes. 

"Hhhhhaaahhh . . . " Cindy stiffened as Zelda suddenly knelt down between 
her legs that suddenly went to jelly. The wild-eyed blonde leaned forward 
and a second later, Cindy groaned in humiliation as Zelda's hot bare flesh 
mashed down on hers and her fiery lizardy tongue slithered into the 
squirming blonde's mouth. "Mmmmmmffff. . . " Cindy tried to wrench her face 
away, but Zelda gripped the girl's cheeks in the steely clutch of her wiry 
fingers and snaked her wet tongue around Cindy's retreating one while 
grinding her moist pussy flesh against the shamed virgin's pouty pussy lips 
and twining her shapely legs around Cindy's tied ones. 

Oh, God, make her stop! The nineteen year old had tolerated being French 
kissed by boys, but never by a woman and never with the mashing weight of 
soft hot breasts crushing hers. Their puffy nipples rubbed together and a 
lewd ripple of something devilish quivered through Cindy's body as Zelda 
feverishly ground her desire sopped cunt hairs against the brunette's 
helpless cunt and swirled her tongue around Cindy's pearly teeth. 

Cindy moaned a pleading protest in her throat, fighting the effects of 
Zelda's champagne saliva, but that soft wail only incited Zelda. The first 
sign of surrender . . . how well she recognized it! Purring, Zelda sucked on 
her victim's full lower lip as if to devour it, sending hushed tingles of 
unholy desire ricocheting throughout Cindy's tied-down body, bee-lining for 
her vagina. 

"God, I wish I could fuck you like a man!" Paul's wife panted throatily as 
she writhed her belly hotly against Cindy's and slid her hands down to cup 
the brunette's succulent breasts, squeezing and stroking the soft flesh as 
she flicked her wet tongue maddeningly into Cindy's ear, then blew into it. 
A second shudder of guilt-ridden pleasure rippled through the sobbing 
virgin's rope bound body, and she shut her eyes and concentrated on the red 
mist of fear behind her flickering eyelids. 

The room fell silent, save for the crackling of the fire. Cindy's mind 
whirled in chaos as Zelda tweaked her captive's nipple buds and showered her 
soft throat with warm wet kisses, edging suspiciously down Cindy's tanned 
flesh until, to her shock and horror, Cindy realized she was awakening to 
the sensuality of the naked blonde's grinding body weighted down on hers, at 
the swollen heat of Zelda's breasts and the moist burning pressure of her 
milk soaked vagina jerking spasmodically on Cindy's out-stretched thigh. 
This indignity could not happen to her! Not to Cindy Weinstein! What had she 
ever done to deserve this, she wondered bitterly. 

Her shame darkened at the knowledge that three other people were gaping, 
waiting for her first submissive response at being mauled by another woman 
old enough to be her mother. Still, Cindy couldn't pull the plug on the 
electrical sparks of lust that charged through her body with heated 
ferocity. That a woman's naked flesh could be so warm and sensual as it 
crushed down upon hers seemed impossible, and never had she dreamed that 
another woman's vagina could create such ticklish friction as it rubbed 
across her clitoris. And hot kisses shamelessly showered over her throat 
running over the soft trail were Jed had . . . Jed! Dear Lord, she'd nearly 
forgotten about him! 

"Get off of me.. . you lesbian!" spat Cindy, wrenching her face away and 
sobbing pathetically. 

"Oh, ho, our little virgin is getting defensive," smirked Zelda, lifting her 
head from where her pouty lips had wrapped around Cindy's left nipple, 
taking it between her front teeth and nibbling deliciously. 

"You're . . . disgusting!" grunted Cindy, suddenly fearless. 

Jed . . . that night.. . before the bear . . . she had wanted sex with him 
more than anything in the world, just for the sake of curiosity, and to 
prove her mother wrong. Now that she was trapped with four perverted adults 
who prided themselves on their lewdity, those goals were buried in the name 
of chastity. In the past, with Jed, she'd let herself be aroused, then 
clamped the lid of virtue down at the last minute when her mind's eye reeled 
back fourteen years to stare gaggingly at her mother's mangled leg. "Worse 
than the time I broke my leg and they id to give me morphine." Now, as Zelda 
sucked and tongued Cindy's desire-swollen nipples, burrowing her heavy 
breasts into the girl's soft stomach and scraping her steaming pussy against 
Cindy's thigh, Mama's voice came through loud and clear. The moans of rising 
lust died in her throat and she gnashed her teeth, resisting the crying urge 
to arch her naked body and thrust more of her throbbing breasts into the 
blonde's mouth. An acute stab of shame followed the soft wet trickle of 
moisture in her dilating pussy slit as her body could not cut off what her 
mind could. 

When Zelda suddenly grunted and bit into Cindy's rosebud nipple, the girl's 
defenses crumbled in a whimper of pleasure-pain that drew into a hiss as the 
ravenous vixen slithered her warm velvety tongue down into the creamy valley 
of Cindy's heaving breasts and across to its twin which she sucked noisily. 

The outcome was inevitable, no mystery to Cindy as Zelda eased down on her 
spread-eagled nakedness inch by silken inch, sucking and biting like a 
lust-crazed rodent, her deft fingers stroking and pinching Cindy's milky 
orbs and dipping, on occasion, into the winking eye of her navel. All the 
fear and shame the trapped virgin felt now clashed furiously with the 
swiftly spreading fire in her blood. The forested nest of her vagina was 
consumed with the crackling blaze of awakening sensuality. 

She's. . . she's going to lick me down there! Cindy thought with a strange 
blend of horror and breathless anticipation. It's all hot and wet. . . and 
ugh.. . sticky, but she's going to put her tongue in my hole-and oh, forgive 
me, Mama, but I want her to! I feel like I'm on fire. I've got to control 
myself! The softly weeping brunette's face was a mask of shame as Zelda's 
beguiling lips and tongue left her shivering and goose bumping. Into her 
navel, flicked the hot tongue, goring into the silken flesh, teasing, 
taunting, tempting. 

Cindy Weinstein was trapped, the sacrificial center of attraction in an 
impending orgy with four adults who lived for the obscene tricks normal 
people with healthy libidos found too disgusting to even read about. Coyly 
teasing a boy in the back seat of his daddy's Chevy was a game she'd grown 
master at. But this game followed no set rules, except those spontaneously 
conjured up in Zelda Comstock's twisted mind and nothing coy indeed in the 
hot, lustful kisses being planted on the virgin's belly flesh and nothing 
playful in the tense, excited faces hovering over the two women on the bear 
skin rug, eagerly drinking in every detail of Zelda's practiced rape. 

"I'll have you begging yet, angel titties," murmured Zelda, the exotic oil 
on her body making Cindy's nostrils flare. 

"Never! Lesbian!" snapped the virgin, then trembling from head to toe as 
Zelda kneeled low between Cindy's widespread thighs and showered kisses on 
the creamy flesh of her sensitive inner thighs, inches below her glistening 
young pussy. Then the mouth lifted and warm steamy breath exhaled onto her 
swollen pussy lips, making them flower open. Cindy opened one chocolate eye 
to steal a peek, feeling a shocking gust of fierce excitement at the sight 
of the beautiful woman's lush red mouth poised a few inches below her 
hair-fringed vagina. Like an aristocrat about to feast herself to the point 
of gluttony . . . thought Cindy. 

Above her, hushed whispers hinted at her crumbling fate and Cindy's body 
twitched suspensefully as the blonde's mouth smeared glossy red, opened and 
hovered close to her warmly perfumed cunt. "Unnggghhgg.. . " Hands, 
impatient ones, were gripping her rounded asscheeks, raising the girl's 
pubic mound to within a quarter inch of her full parted lips. Zelda's 
succulent lips brushed over the fine black curls teasingly. 

Had Cindy suspected the agony in store for her at that moment, she would 
have gladly offered to commit every perversion known to man. . . 

Up between the coed's forced-apart thighs, Zelda paused to savor the girl's 
burning anticipation and fill her own nostrils with the virgin's hot 
fragrance. Zelda could smell virgins, it was true. She prided herself on her 
artistic oral jobs, and now, in heated suspense, she plotted her every move. 
She would arouse this virgin to hysteria, suck her cunt until her clitoris 
was the size of a marble, stick her tongue inside those clasping cuntal 
walls sipping up their milk. But because Cindy's lush pink cunt smelled so 
sweet and looked so ripely succulent, peeping through the black veil of 
curls, the insatiable blonde knew she must control her impulses. 

Under no circumstances would Zelda allow Cindy to have an orgasm . . . not 
until the rebellious girl was reduced to a groveling sex slave. 

For half a minute she'd been blowing hot air across Cindy's naked cuntal 
crease, wafting the black silken tendrils. When she finished, Cindy 
Weinstein would journey through life with Zelda Comstock's lewd brand of sex 
seared on her mind and body. . . the scarlet letter of lust. How many naive 
creatures like this silken-bodied virgin were sexual carbon copies of 
herself once she and Paul had finished with them? Oh, what a tribute to 
immortality! 

Since Zelda had lost her baby years back, sexual immortality had become a 
conflagrating compulsion, and she felt a strange vampirical fulfillment each 
time she sucked the honeyed juices from a vibrant teen-ager's vagina as 
though she could transfuse her young victim's loveliness and sex appeal into 
her own aging process. 

Blood singing in her ears, Zelda dug her painted talons into Cindy's 
trembling ass-cheeks until the tanned flesh oozed between her spread 
fingers. 

"Aaaahhhhhh!" 

Zelda clamped her hot mouth to the squirming, tasty cunt, lashing deep into 
the burning pussy hole, sensing currents of bliss shudder through her wicked 
body as the girl's luscious pussy pulsed, flowering open involuntarily. 

"Mmmmmm . . . baby, you taste wonderful!" Then she went back to her greedy 
lapping, flicking her long tongue deep into the fiery hole and burrowing her 
aristocrat nose tightly into Cindy's pussy hairs, her eyes gleaming on the 
younger girl's panting white breasts above her bobbing head, her taste buds 
relishing the sweet trickle of hot cuntal juice, her feverish mind comparing 
the taste and texture of this virgin pussy with a dozen others she had 
savored over the years. 

Ah, heaven! The sex-crazed woman clamped the girl's swelling clitoris 
between her lips and vibrated her tongue against its nubby flesh, feeling 
Cindy's trembling ass-cheeks quiver madly. So the little bitch was playing 
tough, huh? thought Zelda, listening for a whimper, a sigh, a groan and 
hearing none. Fine . . . she would suck and nibble on Cindy's oily clit 
until the little bitch squealed for more. 

Slouched in a leather chair with a glass of champagne in his hand and his 
cock throbbing with lust, Paul Comstock watched the X-rated spectacle with 
husbandly pride and a good deal of masculine impatience. Not even Circe 
herself could prime an innocent girl as well as his Zelda could, and it 
always made his gonads ache to see his beautiful-bodied wife blow a little 
girl's mind with her famed blow jobs. Hell, it was almost poetic, he mused, 
watching over the crystal rim of his cooled glass, seeing two beautiful 
females having sex together. 

Not bothering with social graces, he kept his eyes glued on the pagan feast 
taking place on the bear skin rug and reached out to grab Sonia Greenley's 
slender waist. In a burst of shrill giggles she landed with a fleshy smack 
on his naked legs, her buttocks flattening. A dribble of cold champagne 
dribbled down onto Paul's aching testicles and he slid his middle finger 
down through the milk-moistened curls of her cunt to gouge in between her 
fleshy cuntal lips. Delighted with his attention, Sonia cast a rejecting 
glance at her husband, her perky nose twitching haughtily at him. 

Jesus, I hate gigglers, thought Paul, his cheek muscle twitching from the 
pure thrill of it. He'd love to shove his prick between her pouty lips to 
shut her up . . . but no, not until Zelda gave permission. 

"Ohh," Sonia wriggled her shoulders in a naked tease. "I'm getting sooo hot 
watching your wife eat her pussy I could cum right now!" 

Paul stifled the urge to tell this haughty little bitch what he thought of 
her cheap senseless talk. He'd met this type before . . . the hysterical 
female who used the right words in the right company, as if she expected 
that to turn him on. Huh! What a joke. In fact, he would have bounced her 
ass off his lap had it not been for her soft fingers grasping his 
blood-heavy cock, stroking its hot girth while she ground her pussy with low 
moans against his rubbing hand. Next, she would be asking him for it. The 
impatient, greedy type, he pegged her, the type of person who at a buffet 
would load her plate without regard to other's hunger. It amused him when 
she flipped her dark hair over her naked shoulders and cooed down at him: 

"Oh, Paulie, fuck me now. I love big pricks like yours . . . I'll give you a 
blow-job first!" 

Selfish cunt! Had to have her pussy filled so everyone could fuss over her 
and distract the attention from the chaste little virgin spread-eagled on 
Paul's living room floor. 

"Sorry, chick. Not yet." Paul murmured as he ran his fingertip down over the 
creamy crevice of her soft buttocks and found her rubbery little anus. He 
pressed hard and when Sonia cringed away in obvious fear, Paul grinned, 
still watching raptly the teen-ager groaning on the fur rug as she weaved 
her head from side to side and bit her lip to silence her cries. He could 
tell Cindy was desperately trying not to show how she delighted in Zelda's 
tongue-fucking, but he knew the Virgin Mary herself could not hold out 
fifteen minutes beneath his wife's wickedly practiced tongue. 

And he wanted that cherry! He tolerated the dark-haired housewife jerking at 
his blood-engorged cock in her soft hand while he teased her warm anal ring 
with his fingertip, trying to decide whether Zelda would play this game to 
the hilt. Never would he stifle his wife's pleasures in mid-game. No, she'd 
brought him more turned-around, lust-crazed young girls than he could count 
and he wanted to ram his thick blood-swelling cock right up to that little 
Jewish princess' cunt! 

Enviously, Sonia's shallow rabbit-like eyes followed the direction of Paul's 
hungry undistracted gaze, and with disappointed frustration, she twitched 
impatiently on his lap, grinding her soft buttocks into the thews of his 
muscular thigh. 

"Come on, fuck me, please . . . " she whispered huskily into his ear, 
stroking his rigid penis faster with her deft fingers, and watching with 
malicious satisfaction her husband's face flush only two yards away. She'd 
had a grueling time trying to talk the stodgy man into a week-long swapping 
party, and now she wanted to see him squirm, the lily-livered bastard! 
Teasingly, Sonia moaned as she stroked her husband's consultant's hot 
rubbery shaft in her fingers, feeling her loins seething as his cock swelled 
larger and harder. 

"Ohhhhh, your prick's so big, Paulie, darling," she purred, pooching out her 
reddened lips and fluttering her false eyelashes over her high cheekbones. 
"Shove that hot cock in my cunt, baby," she pleaded, loud enough for her 
husband to hear. 

"Sorry, baby . . . not time yet." The lean, frost-templed millionaire smiled 
amusedly, watching his own wife suck the rope-bound virgin's thighs, her 
tanned asscheeks wriggling with her exertion. Hell, Sonia could jerk his 
cock all night and he wouldn't cum unless he wanted to. His remarkable 
control over his ejaculations was the reward of years of regular 
wife-swapping. Sure, he wanted to fuck Sonia-he'd screw any female who 
wanted his cock. And she would be a human dynamo under him . . . if only to 
prove to her husband that another man could make her cum quicker than he 
could. But not yet. Oh, Jesus, Zelda was right.. . the Greenleys were 
crashing bores. He would fuck her in due time, but now he wanted to wait a 
few more minutes to see if Zelda could do her stuff with this girl's tender 
cunt. If she succeeded, then didn't want to go through the prolonged ritual 
or oral torment, then Paul wanted to save his first load for the Jewish 
cherry. 

People like Sonia Greenley made him laugh. Sure, she was playing her own 
teasing game with her whimpering husband, trying to rile him so that he 
would be provoked into raping her. And if anyone needed a rape-preferably in 
her ripe little ass, Paul thought as he squeezed the soft fleshy mounds-it 
was this small-breasted, socially ruthless, little bitch. 

"Ahhhhh . . . mmmm . . . unggghhh!" 

Suddenly, all six eyes of the naked watchers focused on the twitching virgin 
below, the orange flames flickering over her shimmering body as the first 
long, keening moan escaped her clamped lips and her back arched up off the 
rug in a high curve of desire. The tip of her tongue peeked out to wet her 
lips which moved speechlessly, and then she sobbed in a barely audible 
whisper: 

"Never . . . never . . . never!" 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Jed dug the end of his whittled cane deep into the gravel bed of the 
rippling mountain stream and hobbled from one moss-slippery rock to the 
next, each step shooting knife-blade pains from the swollen knob of his knee 
down to the ball of his blistered foot and back up his hard-muscled thigh. 
The double load burdening his shoulders laid excruciating pressure on his 
cub-mauled back on this, the second day of wandering aimlessly in the woods 
trying to find evidence of Cindy. 

Cindy.. . oh God! He ached every time the name popped into his brain. 

He shaded his sunburned forehead with the side of his hand and squinted 
dizzily into the distance where the trees opened onto what resembled.. . oh, 
Jesus, could it be.. . a trail! Hallelujah! With quicker steps he scrambled 
up the river bank, the shale crumbling under his hiking boots. 

* * * 

Everyone was on their second bottle of dry French champagne when Zelda's 
velvety tongue rammed straight for Cindy's tight cuntal depths with a hot 
flicking motion that made the nineteen-year-old sink her nails into her 
palms and bite her lip to keep from wailing as the explosive thrill 
shattered her virginal flesh. Like a maddening whip of pleasure that snaking 
tongue wriggled and probed deep in her sensitive pussy flesh, sending 
blissful jolts of hellish lust erupting along its path. Scalding tears of 
shame filled Cindy's closed eyes as she squirmed and writhed in desperate 
passion under Zelda's expert oral attack. 

Cindy had steeled herself for a shock, but not for the fiery wet thrills 
that Zelda's tongue sparked inside her virginal cunt as it lapped and stung 
her burning flesh in electrifying sparks, sucking at her cuntal mouth as if 
it were a succulent shellfish. Nobody, not even her frigid mother could 
tolerate this teasing, thought Cindy as her body slowly succumbed to the 
wild licking and sucking. 

Oh, God! Cindy pulled against the ropes burning into her ankles and wrists, 
trying to raise her legs high and lock her thighs around the blonde 
tormentor's face and lunge her bliss-torn pussy into Zelda's hungry mouth. 
Her fingers itched to reach down and pull her female rapist's head into the 
hairy mouth between her legs, as the first tickle of an orgasm began to numb 
her loins, fingertips and toes. But no . . . once she surrendered mentally 
as well as physically, she would be as perverted as the groaning woman 
devouring her hot pussy and pinching and squeezing Cindy's nakedly quivering 
asscheeks until red fingermarks blemished their whiteness. 

Maybe she couldn't scream, but she could peek at Zelda's bobbing blonde head 
down between the sinewy cords of her wide-stretched thighs, and the bronzed 
asscheeks wriggling high behind grinding in rhythm to Zelda's maddened 
cunt-sucking. Cindy sucked in her breath and closed her eyes; the sight of 
another naked woman hunched beneath her black pussy curls was so shocking 
and disgusting-yet so hellishly exciting-the flushed nineteen-year-old 
wondered if the bear had killed her and this was her purgatory . . . or 
whatever the Gentiles believed in. 

"Huuugggh!" Oh God! Cindy suddenly saw sparks behind her eyelids as Zelda's 
teeth nibbled at the oily marble of her clitoris, then sucked that magic 
button until it was all the wildly panting girl could do to keep from 
shrieking with hysterical excitement. 

Jed never made me feel like this.. .oh, I'm getting as bad as she is! 

Every nerve in Cindy's shuddering body ached to slam her ravaged young 
thighs smashing into Zelda's beautiful face. Her fingertips were tingling 
with tiny shocks of orgasmic joy. The ache spread like a contagious disease 
from her hotly tormented pussy flesh down to her trembling legs and upward 
to the hard strawberry tips of her nipples, but the delirious virgin clung 
savagely to her pride and determination, resorting to thoughts of her 
mother's warnings about sex when she feared she might lose control and 
scream out her lust. 

You warned me about men, Mama.. . but you said nothing about females! 

She withered inside, imagining her mother's horror if she could see her 
youngest daughter tied up like this, her naked young body roped to the 
furniture, squirming and squealing as a woman tongue fucked the virgin pussy 
too precious for even dear Jed to touch. She gritted her teeth and vowed not 
to surrender to these perverts despite . . . Oh, God, what's she doing down 
there now? . . . what they did to her. Perspiration popped out on Cindy's 
silken forehead from the effort of holding in her screams. 

Maybe if she concentrated on the evil of these people ogling down at her 
raped body she could rouse enough hatred for them to feel nothing. But as 
her brown eyes swung toward them, her lust began to spread in new directions 
with involuntary fury. Paul Comstock was playing with the timid sandy-haired 
man's wife, his thick fingers gouging into her cunt while she pawed at his 
genitals and lunged her pussy mound against his open hand. Her small, 
taut-nippled breasts were panting impatiently and Cindy could see, even in 
the shadowed firelight, the purple veins throb on Paul's stalk of man-flesh. 
It was all so garishly obscene, with Sonia's naked husband standing just a 
few feet away from them, with his own lust-bloated erection quivering above 
his dangling scrotum, that the sight of the three of them primed for sex 
spurred Cindy's seething lust to boiling degrees. It was inevitable: both 
men would rape her, stick their filthy fingers into her vagina and . . . 
yes, even the smoldering-eyed housewife was watching 

Cindy with a hungry expression. 

Zelda went about her task furiously. So the little bitch is too stubborn to 
scream, huh? Zelda gave it her all, darting her hot tongue in and out of the 
brunette's slippery cuntal hole so fast it felt like a battery-run dildo, 
and Cindy felt her tenuous control stagger and reel like a drunk on an 
uphill journey. Explosive barbs of eroticism raced through her boiling blood 
and forced her to bite her lip so brutally she tasted her own blood. Her 
black curls thrashed from side to side while tears of shame and defeat ran 
down her cheeks to dampen the bear skin rug, her soft nakedness covered in a 
sheet of fiery sensual chills, and her asscheeks grinding in bliss as Zelda 
whipped her tongue up into the frothy hole, sparking the virgin's first 
raging climax of the evening. 

"Ohhhhh . . . nngghhhh . . . " Cindy arched her body in a bow-shaped curve, 
pulling at the taut ropes, fighting the rising wail of ecstasy in her 
throat. Her goose-bumped breasts quivered in the air, streaked with the hot 
orange flames that made the fine veil of sweat shimmer on her body, and her 
madly milking young vagina spasmed, the muscles tightening then relaxing, 
trying to draw Zelda's tongue out by the roots. Beneath her, Zelda's long 
painted fingernails dug cruelly into her flesh, scraping the skin. 

Cindy gritted her teeth so hard her nose began to run, but still a dim 
high-pitched moan echoed in the fire-lit cabin as the knot of pent-up, 
excruciating excitement in her belly began to burst and the realization that 
it was her own voice gave the girl a final gust of resistance and pride. 

"Never-never-never!" The last word was screamed as Cindy gasped, trying to 
ignore the frothing wave of lust eating away at her insides. 

At that moment Zelda jerked her mouth away and sat up, smirking as she ran 
her tongue over her juicy lips, her breasts heaving, her cheeks wet with 
Cindy's unstoppable cuntal secretions. Oh, no! Why did she stop? Cindy 
stiffened in anguish and her chocolate eyes, glazed in lust, flew open to 
stare challengingly at the tormentor. Oh, God . . . I'm going crazy . . . it 
itches down there.. . I'm dimming, oh please, please, my pussy s on fire!! ! 

Mute as the day she was born, Cindy whimpered agonizingly, and in spite of 
the savage throb in her virginal passage, she felt a wild rush of pride at 
her startling victory. No begging . . . not aloud, anyway. Yes, she told 
herself, jaw set determinedly, they couldn't win her over. 

And then as Cindy stared into Zelda Comstock's mocking eyes, the innocent 
suddenly realized with a stab of horror, that this cruel trick was only the 
prologue, a mere foreshadowing of what was yet to come. The red cloud of 
panic and the black cloud of doom that welled up in the shattered girl's 
clammy, trembling body couldn't compete with the seething, torturous ache 
that had left her on the verge of hysteria. 

I won't beg for it, I won't! Oh, Jed.. . why aren't you ever there to help 
me?! Yes, she had been left on the brink before . . . 

But something in the grinning blonde's wet-lipped expression suggested that 
Cindy might eat her own words before the night was out. Shivering, she 
watched as Zelda wiped the virgin milk from her cheeks with her painted 
fingertips and licked them afterwards. 

"Oh, darling," she said, holding out her middle finger threaded with female 
juices. "I wouldn't want to be greedy. Here, angel titties, taste yourself." 

Cindy's eyes saucered in revulsion as the woman got down on her haunches and 
smeared the pungent liquid on her victim's tautly drawn-in lips. 

The taste of defeat tainted Cindy Weinstein's lips.. . 

"Somebody get our princess something to drink," Zelda ordered the other 
three as she climbed over Cindy's tied legs and lay stomach-down facing the 
tense and frustrated brunette on the bear skin rug. The full sensual outline 
of her glistening lips curved in a teasing grin and she leaned on her elbow, 
freeing the other hand to rub Cindy's cuntal juices from between her 
goose-bumped legs upward over her cream-white belly. 

"All frothed up down there, aren't you doll?" whispered Zelda throatily, 
tormenting the shivering girl as her fingers slid down to rub Cindy's 
swollen pussy lips. Cold-bloodedly aware of its teeth-chattering effects, 
she spread the copious juices up and around her clitoris to make the girl 
moan and suck in her breath. "Your cunt is so delicious, sweetheart, it's a 
shame to let Paul ram that monster of his into your cherry," purred Zelda. 
"But I think you'd love it.. . and that's why he won't-not yet" 

Cindy sobbed, feeling a strange wave of relief mingled with disappointment 
ripple through her inflamed body. Frustration seethed in her blood and raged 
in her genitals in white hot flames, and it was obvious that the diabolical 
blonde who now dallied and teased at her pulsating erogenous zones wasn't 
going to let the pressure ease for a second. Zelda supported Cindy's head 
and shoved a glassful of champagne to her parched and bleeding lips and the 
girl drank it thirstily, wincing as the liquor stung her empty belly. A 
moment later her tanned flesh flushed with heat and she cringed as her body 
began to hum with electrical tension as the champagne weakened her defenses. 

"Wrists getting sore, baby? Want me to untie you now?" Zelda murmured, 
pinching Cindy's swollen left nipple between her forefinger and thumb to add 
to the agony. 

"Yes . . . " Cindy hissed, turning to stare into Zelda's shining dark eyes, 
believing her. 

"Then beg," chuckled Zelda, tweaking the girl's inflamed breast cruelly in 
her hand. "Swear that you'll eat my pussy and then Sonia's, and then put 
your hot little mouth on my husband's cock and suck him dry before you blow 
Sonia's husband. Promise me that, Sugar, and I'll untie the ropes." 

"Never!" The nineteen-year-old's face turned beet-red with shame and fresh 
tears brimmed over in her glazed eyes. "Do all the horrible things you want 
to me, you . . . you perverts, but I'll never beg." 

"Ah, innocence is so touching," the blonde sighed with mockery, smoothing 
her hand down beneath Cindy's softly curved buttocks and probing in between 
the damp crevice. 

The rope-bound virgin gasped and whimpered as a sharp fingernail thrust into 
her tight elastic anus and wriggled lewdly inside. She simmered with new 
humiliation at this depraved intrusion, but each time Zelda jerked her 
extended finger, Cindy flexed her asscheeks in pain, tightening the pressure 
around the finger, goring it that much deeper. 

Zelda glanced smolderingly over at her handsome husband who stared fixedly 
down at the ripe-bodied brunette, his hand rubbing frantically at Sonia's 
pussy while the overanxious swapper mewled and toyed with his penis. Paul 
wanted Cindy's cherry, and Zelda had no intentions of disappointing him, but 
first she wanted this girl's body buzzing as if she'd swallowed ten Spanish 
flies . . . and that meant her husband would have to wait. 

"Sonia, darling, why don't you show Cindy the proper way to give a blow-job? 
On my husband, of course. Paul's carrying quite a load there, and I know 
you'll love the taste." Zelda cocked an eyebrow in Guy's direction; a red 
aura of envy radiated from him. 

Oh God, Cindy wondered as she listened in horror. How could people be so 
warped and unashamed? Cindy stiffened and a hot bolt of pain scorched her 
brain as she realized that Zelda's purpose wasn't just to crush Cindy's 
spirit and create a sex-slave for her entertainment-the lust-infected woman 
wanted to reduce Cindy to her own sewer-level of moral turpitude. Wanted to 
beat her down into a pithy pulp of lust and create a baby doll replica of 
corruption, an insatiable, macabre animal like herself. Never.. . ! 

"What about me?" Guy spoke up indignantly from his corner. Just to look at 
his hang-dog look, one might have expected to see a dunce cap on his head. 
His pale blue eyes raked over Cindy's soft, defenseless curves, eating her 
up with his eyes. "Who do I get?" 

Insipid bastard, thought Zelda. "Come on down here with us if you can't 
stand to be alone," grinned Zelda. "After Cindy watches your wife go down on 
my husband, maybe she'll have learned enough to give your prick a good suck 
and maybe that will take the frown off your face, Guy." 

Sonia, hearing those words, lifted her head from Paul's shoulder and 
glowered quizzically at the naked blonde on the floor, trying to decipher 
the meaning of her crisp intonations and, finding it too difficult a task 
for her lust-obsessed mind, grabbed harder onto Paul's cock and stroked it 
possessively. 

Zelda's fescinnine words brought a faint mewl of agony from Cindy's lips and 
she tugged futilely at the thick ropes binding her aching wrists and ankles. 
The blonde persecutor threw her head back and laughed at the virgin's 
helplessness, then pooched out her lips and slavered her tongue around 
Cindy's sensitive armpit and widely spaced milky breasts, watching the girl 
gasp and twitch with involuntary delight as the titillating sensations 
shivered through her soft body. Power-driven adrenaline charged through 
Zelda's electrified body. 

Eagerly, Guy clambered down on all fours on the other side of the spread 
eagled innocent, his champagne and cigarette breath rasping on her fear 
contorted face as he kneaded the succulent flesh of her right breast in his 
big thick fingers. Walled in by hot naked flesh, her smooth thighs crushed 
between the older blonde's soft wet pussy and Guy's stiffly throbbing penis, 
her squirming ass cheeks still impaled by Zelda's lewdly gorging finger. 

But through a haze of tears Cindy couldn't avoid peeking at Guy's slender 
kittenish wife kneeling nakedly before Paul's blood leaded cock and lovingly 
caressing it in her fingers, her succulent lips parted and ready. 

Sonia's eagerness rode the red line of limits. "You don't really have to cum 
in my mouth do you?" she whispered up at the leering man whose he-man looks 
made her feel every bit the weaker sex. "Can't you cum in her mouth?" she 
implored, gesturing at Cindy who gagged mentally at the thought of being 
choked with a salty flood of burning semen. 

Paul ground his jaws together. You dumb bitch, he thought, don't be stupid 
enough to think you've got the guts to call the shots around here.. . "Suck 
it," he ordered sternly. "Swallow it baby, every juicy drop. I admire nerve. 
If you want your husband to get a-head in my business, you'd better make 
this the wildest blow job of your life. Now suck!" 

Almost at once Sonia gulped half the burning length of his glistening cock 
deep into her throat and smoothly slid her tautly ovaled lips back and forth 
on its blue veined shaft. Gurgling sounds rumbled from her throat as with 
smooth pumping jerks of her fingers, she stroked the hairy base of his 
pounding cock, her dark head bobbing and weaving in time to her noisy 
sucking. Paul groaned and cupped her soft head in his strong hands, lunging 
his pelvis in time to her burning lips, sucking in his breath as the sex 
hungry kitten whirled her tongue around the oozing slit for a minute and 
cupped his hairy, sperm heavy testicles with her delicate palm. 

"Not bad," muttered Paul flatly, grinding in his jaws together and crushing 
her face closer into his pungent smelling loins to cram another two inches 
down her gagging throat. The bitch's got talent in that mouth, he thought as 
she devoured his cock, wiggling her head from side to side to give his cock 
a nibbling series of thrills and then pumping up and down to vary his 
pleasure. Paul's upper lip curled contemptuously and he fucked harder into 
her face, grinding her nose flat, and glanced down with sadistic pleasure at 
the paling husband who watched mutely from the rug. The man's sycophantic 
attitude and Sonia's too-deliberate moves disgusted him, but Zelda would 
have been hell to get along with for a week without her sex games. 

"Harder . . . suck harder!" snapped Paul, and the groveling brunette mumbled 
acquiescently around her mouthful of meat, whipping her head back and forth 
on his turgid hot flesh as if her mouth were run on batteries, making him 
grit his teeth, despite his forced ambivalence towards her. Sonia nibbled at 
the tip, then relaxed her throat and tried to swallow the bloated tip of his 
seeping cock. 

"Aaaahhhhh!" Paul sucked in hissingly, his head thrown back, his powerful 
hands holding her head in so tight a vice it appeared he might screw it 
right off. The slight paunch of his stomach flattened as he held his breath 
and then let it out in a throaty gust while he slammed his penis down her 
throat, scraping past her tonsils, making her cry in muffled delight as his 
massive rubbery tip battered her insides, her nose crushed to his pubic hair 
with each of his savage pelvic lunges. 

Sonia was no match for his own wife at cock sucking, but she was doing her 
damndest, and Paul had to admire that. Urgently, her soft hands squeezed his 
hairy balls and milked the trunk of his lust inflamed penis in perfect 
rhythm to her determined sucking. Paul could feel his sperm gather forces 
down in the hairy fortress of his testicles, making ready for the parachute 
flight down the hot fleshy tube to be dumped in Sonia Greenley's hotly 
sucking mouth. 

From her floor level vantage point, Cindy Weinstein watched with horrified 
fascination Paul Comstock's crimson, slippery cock plumbing in and out of 
Sonia's mouth. He's using her mouth . . . like a vagina! And she likes it! 
She felt her own lips pucker at the imagined salty, sticky texture of life 
fluid. God, how vile! How nauseating! 

Cindy's pupils were black pools of fear at the speculation that this witchy 
woman laying beside her pinching her nipples might sense her fear and 
sadistically order her to let Paul rape her mouth in the same savage manner. 
Elephant tears glazed her eyes in utter helplessness. Sure enough, Zelda's 
sixth sense picked up that loathsome thought and reached down to tease her 
sharp teeth over the terrified brunette's left nipple and simultaneously 
wedged her outstretched finger deeper into Cindy's tightly constricted anus, 
making the girl yelp with sudden pain. Now the slightest movement of Cindy's 
ass cheeks sent barbs of anguish rushing through her anal passage, but even 
in her horror she couldn't rake her eyes off the obscene scenario taking 
place a few feet away. 

Beside her, Guy crudely squeezed Cindy's right breast and dug his throbbing, 
jabbing cock tip into the tender flesh of her hip, he too, watching his 
prideless, groveling wife gurgle and moan as she sucked ravenously on Paul's 
blood heavy penis. Sonia's flushed cheeks hollowed with her exertion, her 
small round breasts panting in eagerness for praise. 

The cunt never got that hot with me . . . Guy Greenley's insides stung with 
the impact. He hoped Paul Comstock would shove his cock into Sonia's naked 
ass cheeks before the week was out. And although he seethed with envy, he 
knew he didn't dare betray it in front of his wealthy, sophisticated usher 
into the high echelons of the stock market business. God.. . he wanted Sonia 
to watch when he rammed his own swollen cock shaft deep into the delectable 
virgin's pink mouth . . . 

Not far away, Sonia was intently, deliciously, victoriously, aware of her 
husband's watching eyes. The weak-kneed nothing of a man, maybe he could 
learn a few lessons from the one hundred percent male pounding into her 
mouth! The excitement she only pretended at first was now very real as the 
pulsating mass of male flesh quivered deep in her throat and vibrated wildly 
in her stroking fist. God, she thought lustfully, if only Guy had a prick 
like this! Guy never got this hard, this long! Its virile power almost 
choked her each time Paul rammed his hips forward, and the soft cushiony 
feel of his sperm inflated testicles in the palm of her hand both thrilled 
the frustrated housewife and repulsed her . . . she was expected to swallow 
all the thick hot cum they would explode. Ugh. . . ! 

Never had she allowed Guy to cum in her mouth-had always crammed his 
bursting cock deep into her pussy at the last throbbing second. Her stomach 
bubbled at the expectant salty liquid, but as repulsive as the spermy feast 
was to Sonia, she knew there would be hell to pay if she defied Paul 
Comstock. She'd been looking for a virile, wealthy male to mistress, and he 
was the perfect candidate! 

Now as the battering hunk of seeping male flesh tore deep into her mouth, 
quivering explosively, the scheming young brunette closed her eyes and held 
her breath, praying she wouldn't gag or regurgitate on Paul Comstock's cock 
and ruin everything! The restless twitching in her own neglected pussy 
reminded her that sooner or later she would feel his lust quenching hardness 
worming, gorging, hammering deep between her legs, and that promise 
persuaded her to suck him harder and squeeze his balls to encourage his 
orgasm. 

Paul's face went tight with lust. "EAT IT!" he bellowed, mashing her nose 
cruelly against his pelvic bone, feeling it grind hideously in the ticklish 
hairs. His broad muscles chest heaved as his climax shattered in his loins 
and burst from his testicles to spurt down the erected tube of his penis in 
convulsive gushes into Sonia's eagerly sucking mouth. 

Trembling wildly as she knelt before him, the nauseated wife thought she 
would strangle for a moment as the boiling torrents of salty sperm spewed in 
a thick, sticky flood into her tingling throat. In desperate, rapid 
swallows, she gulped, whimpering as the sticky fluid slid down her throat 
and as the deflating tube in her mouth kept spurting its searing load, Sonia 
moaned in relief. The champagne had dulled her taste buds somewhat and the 
alcohol and sperm dinner sis seem to sit well in her stomach even though the 
thought of what she had done was nauseating. 

Now that it was over panting for breath, Sonia eased her mouth away from his 
softened, wormy cock and smiled tremulously up at Paul who gave her what she 
hoped was a look of appreciation. 

"Was I too much for you?" he asked, smirking. 

Sonia demurely swiped at her nose and mouth, glistening with threads of his 
sperm. "Heavens, don't be silly," she snickered. Her eyes narrowed 
suspiciously. "What made you ask that?" 

"Better go wash up," Paul retorted with smug amusement. "You've got a bloody 
nose." 

"A . . . what?" Face crimson with mortification, Sonia felt laughing eyes 
goring into her. Wiping her nose, her hand came away bloody and she darted 
for the bathroom, unconsciously sharing Cindy's humiliation. Powerless to 
usurp a grain of Zelda's supernatural power, powerless to resist the virile 
appeal of the frost-templed financial wizard whom she would slaughter her 
own husband to please . . . 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Polka-dotted fly specks dulled the naked fifty watt light bulb dangling from 
the rafters in Jack's hay loft where he lay stretched out on the single bed, 
listening to his old friend, the night wind, whipping around the weathered 
hay barn. His rheumatism didn't pain him much tonight, thanks to the bottle 
of whiskey Louise, the Indian maid, had smuggled out of the Comstock's well 
stocked liquor cabinet and given to him in appreciation for driving her down 
to Moose last week. 

Rolling to his side on the rumpled bed clothes, the old man's limpid blue 
eyes peered through the smudged window at the 

Comstock's cabin where smoke belched like dragon's breath from the chimney, 
the high quarter moon bathing its darkened two stories in an unholy white 
glow. Strange that he felt ill at ease when the Comstocks came to the 
mountains . . . Their very presence gave him that run-for-your-life feeling 
he got when he spotted a cylindrical black cloud chewing its way down from 
the sky to munch up tree roots and hay barns. Mrs. Comstock was the worst; 
there wasn't a natural cell in her body. . . from her bleached blonde hair 
to her painted fingernails. People like that had no place in the 
peacefulness of the mountains. He took a second peek and shook his head. Not 
a lit window anywhere. On a June night like this they should welcome the 
moist, earthy smell of growing things, instead of hiding behind closed 
doors. 

Hmmmm. . . . Jack sat up, the missing buttons creating a yawning gap in the 
crotch of his long legged underwear, his salt and pepper nest of pubic curls 
peeking out. The whiskey cut a burning trail to his stomach and he smacked 
his lips in satisfaction. Ahhhh.. . a leathery hand scraped across his 
mouth, drying it. Again he squinted through the murky glass, watching the 
cabin suspiciously as if he expected it to jump to life or a lit window to 
wink back at him. Wonder what they Ye up to. . . Hell, ain't none of your 
business.. . 

The aged rodeo rider scratched his whiskers and lay supine down on the 
creaking mattress, the stretched knees of his underwear standing up like 
air-filled cotton bags. The whiskey lifted him to lightheaded euphoria, 
erasing the sting of loneliness that set in on warm spring nights like this 
. . . night when years back he and Mamie would be swinging on the porch 
swing back in Idaho planning families and him doing his darndest to plant 
the seeds of dreams right there on her family's front porch, while in the 
kitchen the slap of Mamie's ma's iron and hum of her soft voice accompanying 
the radio was reminder enough they weren't alone. They were courting in 
those days when he first started making the rodeo circuits for extra cash to 
buy a piece of land and make a respectable life for himself and Mamie. 

Oh, she would giggle and wrinkle up her perky nose, smiling at him with her 
soft amber eyes . . . and his manhood would creep to life just from looking 
at her, making him flush with embarrassment while she turned her head and 
pretended not to feel it eagerly jabbing into her hip. Pretty little thing, 
his Mamie . . . black ringlets hugging her head, the rest of her tan and 
sassy. 

Hell.. . the minute he rescued that young hiker his mind had been spinning 
in circles, reverting back to dead dreams and cracking the shell of 
contentment. Funny how Mamie and that girl looked so darn much alike. No 
wonder his gonads kicked into life that morning when she lay moaning 
unconsciously right here on his rumpled bed, her firm breasts rising and 
falling in shallow breathing. 

In the raw crisscrossing beams, Jack watched a spider drop from the ceiling 
at End of her sticky web. Shucks . . . an old man like himself shouldn't be 
daydreaming about young girls, no matter if those girls were dead in the 
ground or alive in that house up there. He didn't even know her name, but 
the first glance into her innocent, helpless face churned up his masculine 
sense of protectiveness and regenerated in him a spirit that died the night 
Mamie and their newborn 

Jack turned his anguished face toward the wall. Forget the past, you oV 
fool. . . 

Limply, his arm draped over the side of the bed, his fingernails grasping 
the hard cold touch of glass and finding it, he raised his head for long 
gulping swallows. Mamie is dead.. . he told himself, but his recharged 
libido couldn't shove that lush-bodied hiker into the world of the deceased. 

Ahhh . . . nothing like whiskey to rot the brain and kill memories. 

Raising his gray head, the sentimentalist glanced dizzily down at his torso 
suddenly come to life and chuckled out loud, his bushy eyebrows arching in 
hilarity at the sight of his wrinkled, useless penis poking up like a shoot 
of growing crab grass from the wiry gray patch of curls. Old man, you're far 
from dead, he thought, moving his leathery hand down over his cotton clad 
chest down to the potent stalk and grasped it in a tight clutch, his heart 
thumping in his chest and an undeniable yearning in his testicles shedding 
many loveless years. 

What the hell, he laughed, rummaging in the dust and dirty socks under his 
bed for the glossy paper of the Playboy magazines he'd salvaged from the 
Comstocks' dumpster. He'd saved them for starting fires in the pot-bellied 
Franklin stove on frosty winter mornings, but now on this warm June night 
they would keep him hot in bed. A little fantasy was good for the spirit. . 
. His cracked fingernails opened gleefully to the centerfold where a black 
curly-headed girl with aqua eyes winked out at him as she lay stretched out 
in a haystack wearing nothing but dusty hay chaff on her oiled breasts and 
smoothly muscled tummy. Lucky the photographer who crouched behind his 
tripod staring up between her spread legs to see the jewel of her thumping 
clitoris and the delicate petals of her pussy. 

Jack sucked in his breath, surprised and strangely proud of the hot hardness 
of his rapidly stiffening penis. His hand pumped steadily up and down, 
pulling the foreskin lovingly back and forth with infinite enjoyment of the 
sizzling sensation romping through his loins. His sunburned eyelids drooped 
over his pale blue eyes glued to the luscious curves and bumps of the naked 
nymphet in the haystack whose long polished fingertips worked in 
narcissistic circles at her nipples-the way his hand was communing with his 
penis . . . as if they shared a secret. 

Oh dear Jesus to wake up to a pretty baby-faced honey like that instead of 
staring at a horse's face every morning . . . ! All rationale left him in a 
pink mist of passion as the lonely bachelor envisioned a hot-assed girl (No 
. . . don't you dare say Mamie, his conscience warned. All right then, like 
the hiker.. climbing up the ladder to his loft, naked as the day she was 
born, her hair strewn with strands of hay, her pink nipples succulent 
strawberry tips on her white, milky breasts, puckering from the crisp 
morning air. Her buttocks creamy and full-swaying from side to side as she 
sashayed over to his bed and crawled down beside him, stretching out naked 
and lean. He would snuggle up to her and smother her belly with kisses, 
while his penis grew hard and ready for her. 

Up and down his hand pumped at his blood-engorged penis, making a lewd 
slapping noise against his groin each time he struck downward. She would coo 
in his ear and roll over to straddle his hardened cock! Jack's body tensed 
and trembled and he bit his lip as he concentrated on how the hiker's 
breasts would jiggle above him. She would go wild, riding him like a bronco 
and he'd buck her up and down grinding his wiry pubic hair against her 
clitoris until her slippery pink cunt would soak his cock in hot, excited 
juices. Tight and velvety smooth like a colt's skin . . . and she would 
start cumming the minute he fucked up inside her hot little 
nineteen-year-old pussy. (Mamie had been twenty-two when they had married 
and the hiker nineteen exactly, but Jack's mind was too set on other things 
to realize his unconscious miscalculation and his own victory over the 
past.) 

Mmmmmm . . . three more strokes and he would squirt right up into that 
wide-stretched little cunt of hers! Jack cupped his hand to the main force 
of his semen, and, with a grunt, executed the last stroke on his foreskin . 
. . the one that arched his whole cock backwards and pulled hard on the skin 
of the head so that it stretched painfully. The semen seethed in the heavy 
sac of his genitals and a sudden excruciating ache gave way to painless 
bliss as the showering relief spurted upward in great white gushes, his head 
snapping back, his mouth open in ecstasy. God, she was gorgeous! Grinding 
his teeth, he groaned a muted gurgle of pleasure and then lay still, 
breathing hard, his lungs burning. 

He expected to feel the gloom of depression now that his flesh and blood 
fantasy floated back to two-dimensional paper, but instead a giddy sense of 
power and nimble agility suffused his body and he fell asleep with the light 
on, the magazine draped over his chest and his hand cupping the sticky flesh 
of his once again withered penis. 

* * * 

The impotence of defeat hung heavily in Jed's shamefully bowed head as he 
sat shivering on the ranger's army cot wrapped up in a scratchy army 
blanket, a bag of ice tied to his inflamed kneecap. 

In the fabricated kitchenette of the Grand Teton Mountain National Park 
ranger station, the sound of ripping paper tore the silence as the park 
ranger spilled a packet of instant noodle soup into a coffee cup and poured 
boiling water over it, stirring it until the hard noodles softened to a 
palatable texture. Hiking boots clomped on the hard wood floor as Joe Barnes 
toted the steaming cup across the rustic room, pausing at the geological 
park map tacked to the wall above the desk. The pot-bellied park official 
squinted at the distressed youth out of the corner of his eyes and, falling 
into a decision-making state of mind, unconsciously pooched out his lips. 

"You say you were about here when you first saw the bear, is that right?" 
His finger pointed to the base of the mountain. 

Jed clutched the blanket tighter and muttered out a defensive "Yes . . . ", 
nodded his head, then let it fall slack, hating to admit his ignorance. His 
dirty palms hid the telltale pallor of his face from the interrogating 
ranger who stood studiously running his finger over the broken dotted line 
of the designated Grand Teton National Park trails, disdain written over his 
weather-wrinkled face. 

"You say you weren't following a designated park trail, is that right?" Joe 
arched an accusing eyebrow, then shook his head derisively. 

Jed did the same and let out a heavy sigh, slowly raising his head to stare 
ridicule in the eye. "I know . . . it was stupid of me," he muttered, then 
paused. ". . . I thought if I could fight my way on a college football field 
I sure as heck could survive without a map in the woods." The youth 
snickered bitterly at his defeat. 

Joe Barnes stiffened. "My dear boy, it takes brains to survive the wilds . . 
. " The implication of this man's value judgment on football, Jed's life 
blood, made his blood boil, but he swallowed the insinuation and buried his 
face in his hands until the clomping footsteps intensified, then stopped 
directly in front of him. With a mild 'thanks', he accepted the cup of soup 
and wrinkled up his nose as the steam bit into his lips, eyeing over the 
cup's rim the ranger's broad behind waddling in his khaki walking shorts 
over to the map, hands clasped behind his back, studying it with the 
intensity of the supreme commander planning the Normandy Beach invasion. 

"You say you found nothing.. . no sweater . . . shoe lace . . . " The 
paunchy man talked emphatically with his hands. 

"No.. . " 

"She's probably run into other campers by now. In the morning I'll contact 
the head ranger station and bulletins will be posted at every park exit." 
Joe sucked in his breath, caning the boy with his eyes. Never took the 
trails, these kids . . . had to play cowboy and Indian. The mountains to 
them was a big playground . . . but when they got lost they came crying to 
the park rangers. Joe couldn't count the number of plumped-up horror stories 
explaining the disappearance of hikers he'd found untouched on the other 
side of the park. He didn't know whether to spank this boy or pat him on the 
shoulder soothingly. He did neither. 

"If she's not there?" Jed's face turned ashen at that grim prospect. 

'Then we'll organize a search party and find her . . . " 

Jed sputtered on his mouthful of soup. "And put it in the papers . . . ? " 

"Skokie, Illinois girl deserted by boyfriend . . . found mauled to death by 
bear. . . " Goodbye football scholarship. 

"Only if . . . " Joe squinted across the room at the pathetically distraught 
youth, then looked down at the floor. "Only if . . . for the obituaries." 

Jed didn't know what to think about this whole situation. It was a messy 
problem. 

Cindy . . . don't be dead . . . I promise I'll never force you into doing it 
with me. . . just don't be dead . . . don't do this to me! 

 CHAPTER TEN 

The moment Sonia Greenley dashed for the bathroom, blood gushing from her 
nose, Cindy seriously considered the possibility that her inhospitable 
rescuers would, in their perverted tortures.. . seriously hurt her. The 
pinching, teasing and lesbian lust was foreplay, the rope-bound virgin 
realized in a chill. She felt her own throat gag in vicarious spasms as 
she'd watched Sonia's Adam's apple bob feverishly to swallow Paul Comstock's 
milky sperm. A shiver of nausea rippled inside of Cindy's tummy at the 
prospect of sharing Sonia's fate. But Sonia had reveled in it. 

How could a woman enjoy anything so filthy? Her glassy eyes passed over 
their smug faces. Smut-like parasites, squirming maggots, these immoral 
creatures lived on smut! 

In the bathroom beyond, the regurgitating wretching of Sonia gagging on her 
own blood (or was it Paul Comstock's sperm . . . ? ) caused Cindy to test 
the ropes once more. No use . . . Her fingertips and toes had whitened from 
the secure fetters, and she wriggled her toes and clenched her fists in a 
series of adrenaline-powered movements to get the blood circulating in her 
body again. Every pint of her life fluid seemed to have centered in the 
throbbing, aching center of her womanhood, swelling the flanges and bloating 
her clitoris like a ripe cherry. 

Flickering firelight playing over Paul Comstock's too-handsome features lent 
a malefic glint to his grin of lewd expectation, alerting the teen-ager in a 
silent manner that her turn had come. She was it, the movable pawn in his 
wife's wicked game. 

Cindy's rectum felt chafed from Zelda's gorging finger and her nipple stung 
from the blonde's sharp teeth, but it was Guy Greenley's thickly palpitating 
manhood digging into her soft hip that she feared most. 

"Think you've got the hang of it now, Cindy?" Zelda murmured in her ear, 
rubbing the helplessly tied girl's silken belly with her free hand. "With 
those pouty, soft lips of yours you should put Sonia to shame. Ready for the 
test, Cindy?" 

Cindy felt her flesh chill in goose bumps at the horrible idea. "No, 
please," she begged, shaking her head and pleading with her moist brown 
eyes. "Not that.. . I can't. . . . " 

"Rule one, baby. Never say can't," Zelda teased mockingly, darting her free 
hand down to the virgin's tender pussylips and stroking the wet flesh in 
polishing circles to bring a whimper of frustration from Cindy's throat. The 
mere pressure of a finger on her expertly primed little cunt was enough to 
make the brunette quiver in sheer anguish. It burned down there, itched like 
poison ivy. 

"Wouldn't you like to just kiss Guy's cock, darling?" taunted Zelda. "Maybe 
nibble it a little bit, and kiss his balls, too?" 

"No, no, nooo," moaned Cindy, her flesh crawling with fear and revulsion, 
her mind recoiling in dread at the thought of putting her mouth to this 
lust-infected stranger's hardened cock and dangling, hairy testicles. She 
drew in a lungful of air, the pungently musky scent of sex steaming up from 
between her own legs heightened her resistance. "If you're going to rape me, 
do it and get it over with," blurted Cindy furiously. "Why . . . God, why, 
are you torturing me like this?" 

But as Cindy stared into Zelda's wildly gleaming eyes she already knew the 
answer, but clung tenaciously to the last shred of pride and dignity, 
terrified that she might end up like the thoroughly corrupted, scrupu-less 
degenerate fingering her rectum. 

Unexpectedly, Zelda ripped her painted talon out of the brunette's tightly 
skewered anus and with narrowed eyes, stared at Guy. 

"Go ahead. Sit on her tits, Guy, and shove your prick in her mouth! Baby 
face is going to face the sperm test." 

Every ganglion in Cindy's straining body tensed with fear, and her 
tear-stained dimpled face burned with haunting shame as Guy greedily 
straddled her ribs with his legs folded under him, his reddened face 
grinning lecherously down at her as he nudged his sinewy ass cheeks forward 
until they mashed down her heaving breasts. Cindy thought she might get sick 
to her stomach from seeing the seeping purple tipped cock waggling before 
her soft lips, the slitted eye shining with a milky droplet oozing forth. 
But it was the close up sight of his heavy sperm swollen balls that made her 
most afraid. How ugly . . . as though she would actually want to lick those 
sagging, hairy sacs! 

A mewling whimper of self pity tumbled from Cindy's lips when Guy hunched 
forward and supported his weight with his palms on the rug above her head, 
brushing the wiry pubic hairs against her throat. A dribble of pre-cum 
puddled to her chin and she let out a horrified shriek which delighted Zelda 
to the blackened core of her heart. The position was so utterly debasing and 
claustrophobic to the young virgin that she would have died then and there 
if given the choice, before submitting to being savagely fucked in her 
defenseless mouth by this hairy, grinning" idiot. To blot out the obscene 
panorama of his stubby cock and dangling balls was Cindy's sole concern, but 
a mesmeric fascination gripped her, fascinating her with her own torment as 
his blood swollen cock head lowered and aimed for the target of her pink, 
quivering mouth. 

"Ahhhh . . . mmmmfff . . . " For a moment the shamed virgin resisted as the 
hot musky tip of his rubbery cock pressed against her fear clenched lips, 
but Zelda's finger sliding threateningly beneath her buttocks in an unspoken 
warning made the nineteen year old relax her jaw muscles, gurgling and 
coughing as the hot tipped penis slid forcefully into her virgin mouth, his 
throbbing, rubbery flesh rippling over her warm tongue and crushing against 
her throat, the swollen sac of his testicles resting against her button 
chin. 

"Come on, bitch, suck it!" grunted Guy irritably, knowing everyone . . . 
including Sonia, now . . . was watching his performance, grading him. 

"Some stimulation, perhaps," said Zelda in an ominous voice and her pointed 
fingernail touched Cindy's tender anal ring. Quickly, the sobbing brunette 
closed her lips on the man's blood engorged cock and made a sucking motion, 
a soft babyish vacuum. 

"Mmmmmffff . . . " The heated up Scotsman, invigorated by his own power, 
drove his lust thickened cock in long powerful strokes into her helpless 
mouth, forcing her to gag with each of his groaning lunges, his burning cock 
head ramming against the tender back of her throat, the strong smell of his 
loins filling Cindy's nostrils and adding to her misery. 

There's a man's penis in my mouth! Cindy thought abysmally, her spread 
eagled body trembling from the sickening knowledge that his thick, hot cum 
would soon spurt down her throat and she would have to eat it. That vile 
thought created a traitorous faint involuntary excitement as the meaty 
mouthful unearthed in her buried libido a feeling of being totally 
dominated-not the smothering domination of an overly protective mother-but 
the domination of being the weaker sex in this obscene rape of her mouth. 
Could it be . . . she was beginning to like it! 

Fending off crude advances from clumsy boys and feeling superior for her 
hands off attitude was one thing. . . Now that superiority was crumbled 
beneath a stranger's pumping cock and by the strange, yet exciting feel of 
his balls slapping against her chin and the musky odor of his loins in her 
nostrils. Guy's quickening grunts titillated Cindy too, as she watched his 
saliva soaked rod, its cord-like veins throbbing with blood, ram noisily in 
and out of her sucking lips, inspiring her to swirl her tongue around it and 
tighten her mouth on its lust-bloated girth. The underside veins wriggled 
against her sensitive tongue like a squirming worm and her tongue followed 
its path willingly. Slowly, her mouth became one with its invader. Oh, God, 
would that woman never stop? Cindy felt a pair of burning lips clutch one of 
her puckered nipples and suck hard at the strawberry tip, and a deep whimper 
of unwanted pleasure gurgled up from her throat. Fighting it, her body 
arched upward in the shameful but desperate hope that Zelda-for it had to be 
Zelda-would abandon her breast and crawl down between her legs to suck her 
aching cunt and trigger the orgasm her wildly gyrating body craved. The 
ropes pulled taut off the floor as the moaning virgin strained valorously 
against her bonds, instinctively wanting to grip Guy's fucking penis in her 
mouth and stroke it the way she'd seen Sonia Greenley stroking Zelda's 
husband's minutes before, yearning to feel her rapist's hotly throbbing 
flesh in her fingers as well as in her now eager mouth. 

Stop it, Cindy! You can't like it! Cindy scolded herself feverishly as the 
rubbery, musky tasting cock head gorged past her tonsils. I can't help it. . 
. !I.. . oh God, Hike being fucked in the mouth! I would never let Jed do 
this to me.. . Lord, how can they turn me around like this? 

Unabashed moans of delicious excitation streamed from her cock filled throat 
as another vivid sensation charged through her nakedly straining body: 
Someone was kissing her inner thighs! 

Suck my vagina! Cindy wanted to cry out. Please, please do it to me-I'm 
going insane down there . . . I need to cum or explode! 

"Shit, that's good!" Guy gasped above the panting, noisily sucking virgin, 
gyrating his hips as though her lush hot mouth was a tight vagina. "Yeah . . 
. use your tongue, baby-mmmmmmmm! Jeez, you're going to be a good little 
cock sucker!" He spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. Hear that, Sonia, 
you cheating cunt! 

Cindy's desire twisted face scrunched with shame at the vile term she'd seen 
scribbled on many a girl's bathroom wall, but she felt an undeniable thrill 
of pride, too, tiny though it be, and his vulgar praise of her efforts 
encouraged her to tighten her lips harder around his lunging cockshaft and 
even nibble on his burning flesh with her pearly front teeth. The thundering 
titillation galloping through her veins whittled at her fear of having him 
shoot his fiery sperm into her helpless mouth; now she tasted the thick, 
salty male secretions with curiosity rather than disgust. 

But the kisses nibbling on her captive thighs were becoming unadulterated 
torture as the mocking lips circled her pussy curls and tingling cuntal lips 
and teased within a scant inch of the sizzling crevice, but diabolically 
refused to make contact. Sobbing, Cindy jerked her belly up in a wordless 
plea to be ravaged, but Zelda's soft mocking laugh drifted up to her buzzing 
ears amid her own frustrated whimpers and Guy's ruttish grunts. 

Unbearable, scalding pleasure tore through the hysterical virgin's anus, a 
wet tickling thrill that made Cindy quiver in a cold frenzy of shivering 
eroticism. What's she . . . oh God, she's stuck her hot tongue up my ass! 
Cindy's flickering eyelids saw red as scorching waves of tingling rapture 
jolted through the girl's loins as Zelda's probing tongue lapped at the 
puckered button of Cindy's anal slit. The eerie, damning thrills goaded the 
feverish young girl into whipping her curly head upward to meet each of 
Guy's savage throat gagging cock thrusts into her painfully stretched mouth. 

Mmmmm, what a delicious asshole! The little bitch is turning on! Zelda 
thought as the tight sphincter muscle clasped hotly at her squirming tongue. 
The fragrance of Cindy's virgin cunt grinding up against her aristocratic 
nose was like an intoxicating bouquet of aphrodisiac flowers to the older 
woman, and her fingers kept up a greedy pressure on the shivering girl's 
buttocks, kneading and exploring the hot velvety flesh, comparing Cindy's 
ass cheeks with scores of others Zelda had stroked and tongued and bitten 
into over the years. 

The sight of a young girls' naked buttocks, taut and firm and proud, 
fascinated the blonde lesbian and next to cunnilingus, she loved nothing 
more than tongue fucking a tight silken anus and hearing her female 
prisoner's wails of erupting pleasure. Part of Zelda's lustful joy stemmed 
from the thrilling anticipation of thrusting her wet tongue deep into a 
girl's churning rectum or cunt with the sadistic assurance that it would 
prepare the girl for her husband's immense penis. Her ripe lips and tongue 
always paved a slippery path for Paul's ravaging stalk of flesh, and as a 
lust-inspired team they were invincible. 

Even as the virgin's resistance softened, grinding her nether cheeks against 
Zelda's hot mouth and wriggling her tongue fucked anus in frantic delight 
the blonde's own frothing excitement throbbed in her loins and she wished 
Guy would hurry and cum in Cindy's wildly sucking mouth so she could 
straddle the girl's face herself. 

"Oh, Christ, you-unnggh!-hot mouth is gonna make me cum!" Guy gasped as he 
crouched forward over Cindy's madly arched body and slammed his seeping cock 
head in a savage rhythm into her succulent mouth, feeling his bursting cock 
head bang against her cushiony throat. He'd never fucked a girl's mouth from 
on top before and staring her in the eye while she slaved over his genitals 
made him swell with domineering pride in a way he'd never felt with his own 
aggressive wife. Dammit, he'd have to rape Sonia like this-she'd never 
volunteer. Oh, she'd give him blow jobs if he ate her pussy, and then 
contemptuously refused to let him cum in her mouth. He'd sure like to prove 
to her who wore the pants in the family.. . if he could get up enough nerve. 

"Mmmmmm . . . unggh!" Suddenly Guy stiffened and plunged his inflamed cock 
to the hilt between Cindy's pinkly ovaled lips, wishing too late that he'd 
forced her to lick his balls to show Sonia what she was in for. A deep grunt 
rippled his upper lip as the wailing virgin's lips sucked to coax his 
gushing load, her burning mouth like a vacuum cleaner tearing his hot sperm 
from his testicles in fiercely rushing gushes. 

"Mmmmmm!" Cindy moaned deliriously as the searing liquid spattered her 
throat violently, threatening to drown her until she gulped the thick, hot 
stream in a reflex action. As the salty semen splashed on her tongue and 
flowed thickly down her throat, the madly excited virgin swallowed it 
eagerly, craning her head up to suck on his dwindling penis and rolling her 
tongue around her flooded mouth to savor the boiling cum with obscene 
relish. 

Fm eating his cum-and I love it! Cindy's mind whirled in dervish-like 
circles with each gulp and mewling whimper. With a soul-deadening shock she 
realized she was not only beginning to enjoy her helplessness and 
humiliation, she was beginning to crave it! Cindy wallowed in raw 
debauchery, feeling the last of Guy's sticky sperm trickling down her 
spasming throat and Zelda's tongue squirming in her ass cheeks darting in 
circles against the sensitive anal crack, withdrawing to make the panting 
virgin writhe in a frantic plea for more. 

When Guy slipped his limp tube out of her mouth, Cindy sobbed in protest and 
watched sadly his loins pull back from her lust glazed eyes as he got to his 
knees, then stood up, towering over her with a smug, satisfied grin. 

"Best blow job I've ever had," beamed Guy, taking in a chest-swelling 
lungful of air, glancing at his wife triumphantly, seeing her dark eyes 
flash with naked jealousy. "Maybe she could give you a few lessons, Sonia." 

"Not yet," Zelda spoke up from between Cindy's soft inner thighs, standing 
up and smiling as she licked at the flavor of the young virgin's cuntal milk 
on her lush red lips. "Poor Sonia hasn't had a chance to touch our virgin 
yet, and I can see from the look on her face that she's jealous of us for 
holding out on her." Zelda glanced toward Guy with lust dancing eyes, then 
back at the shriveling figure sitting on the floor cuddling up against 
Paul's spread knees. "It's your turn with our little baby, Sonia. I'll be 
generous and let you try her ass. How's that? Feel better now, Sonia?" 

Sonia withered like a flower in autumn frost. She lifted her imploring eyes 
to her husband whose rebuking serves-you-right grin made her sizzle inside. 
Damn him . . . was he going to stand there while Zelda made a fool of her? 
For the second time that night, she sensed all eyes on her, waiting for her 
to prove her sex-hungry facade was genuine. Her mute answer seemed to please 
Zelda who'd successfully driven home the point that Sonia wasn't the swinger 
she pretended to be, and that made Zelda slacken her mental vise on the 
black haired beauty. 

"That's okay," added Zelda condescendingly. "We'll give your bloody nose a 
minute to heal. We wouldn't want our baby to think that blood was her 
cherry, would we?" Her eyes snapped to Cindy who lay wiping her tongue over 
her semen encrusted lips, unconsciously grinding her buttocks into the soft 
teasing fur. 

"Paul, push the button by the bar and let's give our virgin a peek at last 
week's party, huh?" she grinned, her aristocratic features smooth and 
haughty. "I'd love nothing more than to sit on your face and grind my pussy 
lips into your mouth, but you'd love that too much, wouldn't you, Cindy?" 
taunted the blonde, reaching down to gently cup her palm over Cindy's 
blazing vaginal lips, making the girl squirm and grind her teeth together in 
agony. 

The soft, grinding sound of the screen unrolling from the ceiling made Cindy 
crane her neck. Would this witch stop at nothing? 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

A burst of white light from the humming projector hidden in the raw wood 
paneling bathed the screen in a colorless splash. . . and then Cindy's 
lust-dilated pupils focused on a young naked girl not over fifteen years 
old. 

"Our little runaway, Rhonda," smirked Zelda, laying down beside Cindy's 
roped-down body, running her fingertips in teasing circles around Cindy's 
puckered navel. 

On all fours, the girl's long blonde hair mopped about her baby face, the 
camera lens picking up glistening streaks of tears scalding her flushed 
cheeks, her chin trembling pathetically. She scampered across the floor, her 
rosebud mouth opening in a silent scream as behind her strong hands, cut out 
of the picture's frame, yanked at her ankles brutally, flopping her flat on 
her naked stomach. Cindy winced at the tree trunk sized erection that could 
only belong to Paul Comstock himself . . . poking up in the background. On 
film, Rhonda reared up on her haunches like a frightened horse as the camera 
swept over the clothed buttocks of a second man in front. The two men 
swiveled her cringing body around in a sideways profile view, and the 
faceless man in front grabbed her by the hair and forced her to kneel in 
front of him. Like a groveling, begging animal. . . thought Cindy. 

Aaaahhhh! The girl's head snapped back as a hand struck her cheek, her mouth 
ovaling in protest, tears pouring down her cheeks. The faceless man 
straightened his legs and spread them apart giving her room to crawl between 
them, as she cowered there, giving up the fight as he tangled his hands in 
her long blonde tresses and pulled her head down, grinding his crotch up 
against her face to give her a preview of the hard, blunt-tipped coming 
attraction. 

Oh dear Lord! Cindy blinked at the screen. Another victim of Zelda's torture 
chamber. Good God! How could a woman enjoy cruelty to those of her same sex. 
She could well understand a woman wanting to degrade and torture a man, make 
him crawl as men had made women crawl since he first realized that meaty 
stalk between his legs could do more than relieve his bladder. Even her own 
Mama would agree to that.. . but tkisl Cindy sucked in her breath, her 
thoughts instantly aborted as Zelda's light fingered touch feathered across 
her pussy curls, salacious as a cool breath on her inflamed genitals. 

Up on the screen naked Rhonda submissively stationed herself between the 
man's legs while he ground his crotch up into her pretty face, his hard 
erection bumping unevenly over her fear tightened features. The man's mouth 
moved and staring pale-faced up at him, the girl fumbled with the man's 
zipper for a moment, her delicate polished fingertips delving fearfully into 
the folds of fabric until she pulled it out . . . a redly seeping, purple 
tipped cudgel. The girl's mouth opened in a scream, but the man grabbed her 
hand brutally and forcefully wrapped it around his cock, skinning it back so 
that the shiny head popped out from the thick foreskin a scant few inches 
from her bulging, tearing eyes. 

The girl balked, but the man stopped her actions short as he pulled her to 
him until her closed lips were pressed tightly against the slippery, rubbery 
tip. 

Cindy watched, her body ready to erupt in a scream. That's how she had 
looked, victimized and beaten before Zelda insisted Guy rape her mouth. 
Don't give in, don't give in! Cindy chanted silently to the girl on the 
screen. The dark haired hiker licked her lips once more, lapping up the 
remnants of Guy's strong tasting sperm. Would Rhonda break and succumb to 
her torture the same way Cindy had. . . reveling in subjugation, loving the 
helplessness, craving the degradation? "Ohhhh. . . . " Cindy whimpered as 
Zelda's fingertip made a few pleasing, polishing strokes over Cindy's 
thumping clitoris. 

Rhonda refused to open her mouth, pressing her lips together tightly, trying 
in vain to pull free of the man's steely grip. Cindy sucked in her breath, 
mesmerized by this film which so ominously depicted her own hapless fate. 

Behind the blonde, Paul had picked up a belt and swung the heavy leather 
strap, snapping it across the girl's shivering buttocks. His teeth were 
bared, his cheeks flushed, and Cindy withered: she had yet to fall victim to 
Paul's lust. Cindy winced, imagining the biting sting and hissing sound of 
the leather raising red welts on the girl's naked buttocks. As Rhonda's 
young lips parted in a sudden shock of pain, the thick, seeping cock rammed 
forward, hitting its target with perfect aim. The girl's pretty, innocent 
face scrunched up distastefully, and Cindy could almost taste the first 
pearl of pre-cum as the girl now tasted it. She reddened, coughed and 
sputtered as the man shoved his loins against her baby face while behind, 
Paul held her firmly. 

"Pretty thing, isn't she?" muttered Zelda, casually teasing Cindy's blazing 
genitals with lazy strokes. 

On the screen the hips began a slow ball bearing-like rotation, the thick 
cock sliding in and out of her mouth with mounting fury. Paul moved into the 
frame and his grin? widened with each grunt from the mouth-raping man. 
Decisively Zelda's husband dropped the belt and went at the girl's ass 
cheeks with hungry hands, tweaking and teasing the small buds of her 
pubescent breasts, too. His fingers kneaded her flesh hungrily as he watched 
his companion's thick hot cock sawing into the girl's wide stretched 
glistening lips. 

"Look familiar, darling?" cooed Zelda beside Cindy. "Can't you just taste 
his cum, can't you feel Paul's fingers on your titties?" 

Oh God! Cindy blinked her eyes. Yes, yes, she could! She watched the fifteen 
year old's expression change from shriveling fear to easy submission as she 
ran her tongue around the slimy lubricated tip, wet looking in the camera's 
eye. Cindy gaped in awe as the man's penis throbbed and pulsated on the 
screen as if his cum would spurt in sticky threads out of the screen right 
into her mouth! 

A dry gulp choked Cindy's throat as she realized this man would cum into 
that poor girl's mouth the way Guy had cum in hers, and her mind screamed in 
defense of virgins everywhere. Apparently Rhonda's mind was screaming in 
protest too, for a growlish expression crossed her innocent face and she 
clamped her teeth tightly down on the man's cock. 

"Aaaaaaargggghhhhh!" Everybody in the room could hear the man's silent 
scream. In the corner Guy sucked in his breath and grabbed himself 
defensively, while Paul, sitting lazily in the chair tweaked at Sonia's 
nipples and chuckled. 

On the screen Paul picked up his belt and towered above the girl, only his 
hairy legs showing in the frame now. Rhonda's body heaved and jerked as the 
belt sang across her reddened buttocks. Tears, obviously of pain, flowed 
down her face, but she sucked on the man's penis nonetheless, her long dark 
eyelashes fanning to dry her tears, all fight beaten out of her. The blood 
heavy cock rammed mercilessly into her pretty face, mashing into it, 
flattening her nose. Suddenly, he pulled it all the way out and slammed it 
back in so hard the girl rocked on her heels. Arching his pelvis up toward 
her face, he pressed against Rhonda's silken cheeks with the tips of his 
pudgy fingers so that her mouth was screwed tighter around it. Gripping her 
head between his hands, his balls exploding with their juices, he rammed his 
penis all the way to her tonsils. 

Even on the screen, Cindy could see the hot sticky sperm shoot in a thick 
stream deep into her sucking mouth. But he held her head in front of him, 
waiting for his testicles to spurt out the dregs of his cum. Rhonda's Adams 
apple bobbed in rapid rhythm, swallowing the gushing sperm squirting into 
her throat, her face wrinkling in a protesting wail as the man collapsed 
back on his haunches, pulling the withered tube of his penis from her 
sucking mouth. Cindy gaped as the girl licked her lips, eating up every 
stringy trickle of the man's cum. God . . . I looked that depraved! 

In back of her, Rhonda must have felt hands working at her buttocks, for she 
cast a fearful glance over her shoulder to see Paul drawing the cheeks 
apart, his thumbs pressuring the crevice wide apart. Rhonda tried to wrench 
away, but to no avail. 

From his comfortable perch Paul stared amusedly at the home movies, 
remembering how he had taunted Rhonda into tickling his balls while the 
others in the room watched his triumph-especially his wife. On the screen he 
watched Rhonda reaching back to stroke his hairy balls, treating them like 
crown jewels, fearful of hurting, thus angering him. With his bony knees he 
pushed her creamy thighs wider apart, the hair of his legs abrading the 
insides of hers. God, that chick had a beautiful ass, he mused now, reaching 
down to pinch Sonia's nipple, contemplating how differently women responded 
to sex. Had it been Sonia instead of Rhonda, she would have begged him to 
stick his finger in her ass! 

A palling silence fell over the room as on the screen Paul held the girl's 
buttocks wide apart and pressed his infamously fat cock at the cringing hole 
of her anus. The girl's head flew back, jaw slackened in a silent scream. 
Suddenly, other hands were upon her, holding her down at the shoulders, 
pressing her to the floor. In battering lunges his thighs thrust hers 
forward, his arms holding her hips tight to his. 

Laying on the floor, Cindy shared every excruciating pain and humiliation 
with the fifteen year old girl on the screen. Though she was a neophyte at 
sex, she imagined sodomy to be like flicking a Band-Aid off a hair-covered 
wound . . . searingly painful, biting and excruciating, and so she did not 
find it one bit amusing when on the screen Paul's penis thundered right up 
into the girl's rectum, his upper lip curling from the effort. 

Out of the corner of one brown eye Cindy glowered over at Paul who sat 
sipping champagne contentedly, his handsome features almost God-like in the 
flickering light of the projector. She loathed his good looks, she loathed 
his complacency, and she loathed his brutal treatment of the girl on the 
screen. Now and then a little snicker rumbled from his throat and Cindy 
correctly imagined that his penis was getting hard from watching second-hand 
macho brutality. That disgusted her to the core. A new wave of indignation 
and pride possessed her and she repeated her vow, "Never . . . ! " 

Paul dipped his fingers into the peanut bowl and crunched on a handful 
bovinely, reliving last week and feeling his penis bloat with memory. Little 
Rhonda had the tightest asshole he'd ever tried to plug, so tight he swore 
she had screws on it. She'd put up a fuss, working against her pain until 
she caught the rhythm of it and relaxing her sphincter muscle, rammed back 
in time to his buttocks flattening thrusts. Her anal hole had felt all 
buttery smooth and warm and snug around his blood heavy cock, and despite 
her pleading and screams, Rhonda had loved it. His loins still ached from 
the satiny feel of her buttocks moving in tiny circles and the kittenish 
mewls bubbling from her baby throat. Like all females, once she'd eased into 
the sensation of it, Rhonda had wanted him to spurt his hot juicy cum up 
into her asshole. 

Kneeling above her, Paul had watched the reddish skin of the little round 
hole draw back with his prick, clutching it as if it didn't want to come out 
and he had watched his bloated penis disappear right up her fifteen year old 
ass with every hammering stroke. That puckering little button swallowed up 
all but half an inch of it. Paul began to drub cruelly into her then, hard 
and fast, battering her quivering buttocks with his slamming hips while 
gripping her waist hard with his steely fingers, squeezing the spare flesh 
into oozing shapes. 

On the screen Rhonda's naked body undulated this way and that, her satiny 
skin shimmering with a translucent film of perspiration, her eyes wild and 
glassy as she flayed her head from side to side, whipping her long blonde 
tresses in a honeyed fan. 

Oh, dear Jesus . . . she's starting to like it! Cindy strained at her ropes, 
her own eyes glassy as doll eyes from Zelda's teasing fingertips playing 
over her crying cunt, rubbing at the oily nub of her clitoris every fifth or 
sixth stroke. Paul is going to take me in the rectum . . . this film is part 
of their torture, but now that I know their plan I can make.. . my body stop 
grinding. . .oh, cripes. . . she's rubbing my clitoris again.. . I don't 
think.. . I can stand much more of thissssss! Cindy's eyelids fluttered 
ecstatically and she arched her back off the bear skin rug, ramming her 
pelvis down into Zelda's massaging hand, feeling herself spin off into a 
universe of exploding firecrackers until.. . 

Zelda lifted her hand and poked a finger into Cindy's lust gaping mouth. 
"Taste it, honey? Good, isn't it?" 

"Oh, please . . . " Cindy's cheeks burned with frustration and the 
humiliation of tasting her own excitement. 

"Please . . . what, darling?" Zelda's fingers were back on Cindy's rosebud 
nipples, tweaking, pinching. 

Don't you dare say it! Cindy clenched her eyes shut, clamped her jaw 
determinedly and shook her head, opening her eyes seconds later to see the 
fifteen year old victim slamming back against Paul's punishing penis. 

From the perfidiously twisted look on Paul's face, it appeared that he 
wouldn't stop until he'd split Rhonda's body wide open like an animal 
carcass prepared for the spit. His purple knobbed prick was huge and heavy, 
as if it had ripened in the last few seconds, and his mouth flew open, his 
head back as he gasped above her. One more time he shoved forward with an 
almighty thrust that must have torn through the walls of Rhonda's quivering 
belly. Nobody had to tell Cindy that Paul had splattered his sticky cum into 
Rhonda's rectum right then. The girl's body had stiffened, as she knelt 
slave-like in front of him, buttocks still waving high in the air and 
pressed tight back against his hairy loins as he poured his seed into her 
anal passage, filling her soft rectum to the bursting point with warm, 
sticky wetness. Silently he mouthed his final delight and collapsed on top 
of her, crushing her ravished body flat down against the mattress. 

The whizzing, crackling sound of film pulling off the. spool was the only 
sound in the room, except for low, anguished groans from the rope-tied 
virgin whose only cogent thought was: He's going to rape me in the anus, 
too. He will . . . he will.. . Her sore rectum ached in defense, but that 
was a mere pinprick compared to the scalding bite of fear when Zelda rose to 
her feet. 

The bronze Amazon ordering her troops, thought Cindy dully, shuddering from 
the lecherous dictator's expected command. She didn't have to ask for 
attention, so pervasive was her power. "Now it's angel titties turn to suck 
my pussy." 

Cindy shriveled inside, staring up at the woman's swollen breasts capped 
with brown puckered nipples, her deep tan almost Negroid in the dim light. 
Waves of lesbian debauchery formed a murky aura radiating from her heated 
erogenous zones, adding to her insurmountable wantonness. "Do a good job and 
maybe I'll untie you afterward . . . " 

"No.. . no . . . get away from me!" rebelled Cindy, thrashing her head from 
side to side as she felt Zelda's naked body sliding down next to hers, her 
blonde curled pussy hovering directly over Cindy's mouth. 

"Never!" hissed the virgin through clenched teeth. "Never!" 


THE END PART I 

Continued in CWS-123  The Abduction Of Cindy Vol II
