Held Hostage
by Kurt Miller


FOREWORD 

Isn't it amazing that in this day and age of supposedly civilized human 
beings, we still have jungle like creatures who prey on others, wanting to 
change from a "have-not" to a "have" by simply taking it away from others. 
Yet these animal-like beings learn from their forebears, brought up to 
believe that the world is a place where one is killed or one has to kill to 
survive. 

Education has made great strides in retraining a great many of these people, 
and Yet, there are some who, no matter what the atmosphere, will always have 
that primitive law of the jungle inside them. They don't want to learn, 
because then they might discover the world is not their oyster, after all. 
These are the people one must look out for, most of all. 

If we have prisons, then these are the people to be locked away, not the 
poor unfortunates who, until now, simply didn't know better. Unfortunately, 
there are many "bad seeds" in every society. It is simply a question of 
recognizing them, then locking them away with each other, allowing each to 
think he or she is a god, and permitting these beings to destroy one another 
without allowing them to vent their venom on the rest of humanity. 

We will never have a perfect or ideal society, but we can certainly come 
much closer to one by weeding out the amoral people and allowing them the 
privilege of destroying each other. 


Chapter One 

The bank in which Phyllis Ragan worked was a quiet little savings and loan 
in a quiet little town. Almost everyone in the town knew everyone else, and 
as a result, the bank president had deemed it unnecessary to put in the 
expensive anti-theft devices most of the other surrounding banks used. As a 
result, the Seymour Savings and Loan was wide open and begging for a 
robbery. There were no TV cameras or moving picture cameras filming what was 
going on. Nor were there devices in the bottom of each cash drawer to sound 
a silent alarm when the last bill was removed. The guard was "ye olde 
neighborhood cop" who had retired and was living on a fairly comfortable 
pension. 

Phyllis Ragan herself was a pretty little thing with a twelve-year-old face 
on a twenty-year-old body. Her hair was dark brown, almost black, cut 
page-boy style, bangs and all. She had wide, bright eyes, a short, cute 
little pug nose, and full, pouting lips that made a man wonder whether he 
ought to let her suck his penis or buy her a lollipop. Phyllis affected men 
in strange ways. Her girlish face made her want them to buy her a baby 
bonnet, while her thirty-six(B)-twenty-four-thirty-five figure made them 
think all kinds of lascivious thoughts. 

Phyllis was well aware of her baby face, and used very little makeup, 
wanting to accent her cuteness, while at the same time wearing the tightest 
skirt-suits imaginable to titillate the imagination of every male in town. 

She was all of five-feet-two inches tall, smaller than the average woman, 
and as a result looked more childish than ever. Had it not been for the 
robbery, there was the possibility Phyllis's hidden streak of amorality 
might never have been brought to the fore. 

It happened on a Friday, when the payrolls were swelling the bank's tiny 
vault. Phyllis was a cashier and sat behind the modern high level divider 
that separated the tellers from the customers. The first of them was a 
chubby, almost jolly looking man with black curly hair, apple cheeks, dark 
skin, and a face slightly reminiscent of Sal Mineo, the murdered movie star. 
He was wearing black slacks and a heavy black peacoat when he walked into 
the bank, and Phyllis noticed him right away because he was definitely not 
one of the friendly local townspeople. He walked over to one of the desks in 
the middle of the floor and took a deposit slip on which he began to write. 

Phyllis didn't notice the next one to walk in, a female with long, brown 
hair, also with dark skin as if she had been living in Florida rather than 
the little northeastern town. Her features were those of a pretty female, 
about Phyllis's age, perhaps a little younger, though there was nothing 
girlish about her. face. On the contrary, she looked even older than she 
really was. The blue coat she wore covered her svelte figure. It was obvious 
she didn't have large breasts, but the coat did have small bumps in them to 
indicate her mammarial development was still large enough. She walked over 
to the guard and began asking him questions. 

The third member of the group was also a female, and obviously a sister to 
the other woman. Though she was a younger sister, her features were harsher, 
and as a result, she had a colder appearance. Her hair was the same shade of 
brown, it was just as long, and her skin was just as tan. She had on a tight 
woolen sweater that accented the fact that her breasts, though small, were 
perfectly round. Her hips were very boyish, and her waistline was at least 
two to three inches narrower than Phyllis's. This female simply stood near 
the door. 

The fourth and final member of the group was balding, yet one look at his 
face and it was obvious he was younger than the curly headed man still 
filling out a deposit slip. It was as if all four were brothers and sisters. 

The robbery itself was something that was never quite clear in Phyllis's 
mind. 

Everything happened so quickly, she was taken completely by surprise. Guns 
appeared, people were made to lie face-down on the floor, and then the curly 
haired man was handing Phyllis sacks to be filled with money. Her hands 
moved automatically, emptying the money drawers behind the counter, and then 
going into the vault with the curly haired man and dumping the stacks of 
bills into a sack, as well. 

"You're coming with us," the curly haired man said, his voice crisp and 
sharp. "Just to make sure no one tries following us. If we don't have any 
trouble, we'll turn you loose in forty-eight hours." Had he known what the 
future held in store, the curly haired man would have run screaming from 
Phyllis Ragan, giving himself up to the nearest law enforcement officer. 

At that moment Phyllis was terrified. She had never encountered people like 
these before. When she struggled, the curly haired man tucked his pistol in 
his belt and backhanded her very casually across her face. The shock of the 
blow instantly took all the fight out of Phyllis. She went limp and fell 
into the man's arms. The other man walked up beside her, and still training 
his pistol on the people in the bank along with the two girls, he helped 
carry Phyllis from the bank to the car they had waiting outside. That they 
were amateurs was obvious by the fact that no one was sitting behind the 
wheel of the car, and the bald-headed man had to slide in and do the 
driving. The younger of the two females slid in beside him. 

Phyllis came to her senses, she realized she was being shoved into the back 
seat of a car. Her mind was still foggy, but she was awake enough to realize 
it was a large, four-door sedan, and the curly haired man was piling in with 
her along with the older woman, shoving and pulling her until she was more 
or less lying across their laps. 

"Let me go!" she gasped. 

"Hit her!" the woman replied. "That'll keep her from making a lot of noise 
and trying to get away." 

"Naaaaaahhhhhhh!" the curly haired man replied. "I gotta better way. Just 
tear alla these clothes off her." 

As he spoke, he wasted no time, ripping her blouse from her body and tossing 
it out the window as the balding man sped away from the bank. Then he was 
ripping her brassiere off, as well. Then he was tearing her skirt and 
panties down, along with her pantyhose, dropping it all on the floor of the 
car. Immediately began struggling, not so much to escape from the man-she 
realized that was an impossibility at the moment-but merely to somehow or 
other try and cover her nakedness. She was lying face-up across his lap with 
her full, rounded breasts very prominently displayed before the man's eyes. 

One of the car windows was open, and she felt a cold wash of air spray 
itself across her body, and when she lifted her head, she realized the girl 
who was holding her thighs had her eyes glued to her vagina as surely as the 
man was staring at her breasts. 

"Goddamn you, hold still," the curly haired man insisted, cuffing her on the 
side of the head. Dazed for an instant, Phyllis lay there quietly, and 
before she was able to move, he took a stocking cap from his pea coat pocket 
and jammed it over her head, covering her eyes as well,. blindfolding her. 
Damn! The man had hurt her the way he had yanked the hat down over her eyes, 
tugging her strands of hair as well. She reached up to tug it from her eyes, 
but a hand gripped her wrist, and the curly haired man said, 
"Mmmmmmyyyyeeeeaaaahhhhhh! Leave it on. If we think for one minute y'know 
where we're gonna take you, you won't be breathin'." 

"Right on, Irving," the woman holding her legs said. "You tell the little 
bitch!" 

There was enough menace in the words of both, the curly haired man and the 
straight haired, older female that Phyllis. instantly stopped struggling and 
calmed down. Even so, she was more than aware of her total nakedness, and 
she stealthily moved one arm up and tried holding it across her breasts. 

"Hmmmmmmyeeeeeaaaahhhhhh!" the curly haired man, the one called Irving 
muttered. "You look cold, you sweet little bitch. You just relax and let 
Irving get you nice and warm, sweetheart." 

An instant later she was aware of the man's open, heavy hand closing over 
one of her naked breasts. It instantly began toying with one of her tender 
nipples. She wanted to tell him to stop doing that to her, but she was too 
afraid of angering him. Much to her surprise, what Irving was doing to her 
swollen breast definitely felt good, and she was aware of her nipple 
swelling and growing hard beneath his rough fondling while little shafts of 
thrilling sensation trickled down through her belly into her loins. 

That was when Phyllis received another shock. Because of the way she was 
lying, she had been certain her genital area would not be touched by the 
man's roving hands, basically because she was ,certain the man would be 
unable to reach them the way she was lying across his lap and that of the 
woman. So she was totally unprepared when she felt fingers wildly fumbling 
through her pubic curls. She was wondering just how Irving had managed to 
reach all the way down between her thighs when she was suddenly very much 
aware of the difference in feeling between the hand on her breasts and the 
hand greedily pawing at her tender pubic mound. To her utter amazement she 
realized it was the hand of the woman touching her between her thighs. 

Chilling horror shot through the shuddering female, making Phyllis wonder if 
the woman touching her was what they termed a bull-dyke. She tightly clamped 
her thighs all the more closely together, trying to prevent the brown-haired 
woman from pushing fingers into her, but the woman's strong, persistent 
fingers were suddenly pinching and hurting her thigh where it was most 
delicate-on the inside-squeezing very painfully, and with a gasp of sudden 
agony, Phyllis automatically allowed her thighs to be pushed apart and a 
moment later the woman's fingers had automatically insinuated themselves 
into the wetness of her tantalizing pussy. Now when the helpless Phyllis 
tried desperately clamping her tender thighs tightly together, all she 
managed to do was automatically trap the other woman's fingers inside her 
tender crotch where they busily began going to work. 

"You know something," the woman said, a loud laugh in her voice as the sedan 
continued rolling on, "these working cunts don't have any different kind of 
a feel to them than us evil, bank robbing twats." 

Irving was heard to laugh a loud, snickering laugh as he said," "Can't keep 
your hands off any kind of cunt, can you, Joyce. You're as hungry for pussy 
as I am." 

Phyllis wriggled, and squirmed helplessly on the laps of the two bank 
robbers, and she wondered if they intended raping her right here in the. 
car. Irving was now working so eagerly on her swollen mammaries he was 
actually hurting her a little as he deftly rolled her tender nipples between 
his thumbs and forefingers, pinching, squeezing and pulling them. Her 
delicate breasts were throbbing and pulsating, and Phyllis felt them 
enlarging all the more under Irving's sure, deft touch. Meanwhile, between 
the softness of her shuddering thighs, Joyce had managed to pry her legs 
open all the wider. She was slushing a delving finger up and down the full 
length of Phyllis's never-before-touched vaginal slit. 

Phyllis was a virgin. Not that she was a fanatic about it, but she had never 
found a male she wanted to bed down with in her twenty years of existence, 
and sex had never really meant anything to her because her body had never 
been awakened to it before by anyone. Now, to her surprise, she was finding 
this unwanted attention very interesting, feeling strangely and intensely 
good, her writhings caused as much by tantalizing pleasure as by a very 
sincere desire to somehow or other escape this humiliating violation of her 
helplessly pinioned torso. 

"She's all wet inside," Joyce laughed. "When I push my finger in deep 
enough, I can feel her cherry. But I tell you right now, if it weren't for 
that, I'd swear she was wet because someone was coming inside her." 

Irving snorted with a. loud sound, very amused as he said, "Hell, what's a 
woman's cunt for if not for a man to come inside, Joyce? Your cunt was made 
for that, too." 

"Is that a fact," Joyce snapped. "Let me tell you right now, I catch any son 
of a bitch male chauvinist pig trying it, and I promise I'll just cut his 
testicles off." 

"I'll have to try it anyway, someday," Irving laughed. 

"I'll chop your cock off, too," she assured him. 

Apparently the moist state of Phyllis's pussy wasn't enough to put off the 
sex starved lesbian, because her rummaging finger continued to carefully 
delve and probe into the depths of the helpless woman's trembling slit. 
Although she had already felt the finger in her vagina once, Phyllis, in 
spite of the warmth it conveyed, trembled as she felt the finger sliding 
toward it again. The finger moved lower, lower, lower, heading for her open 
little hole, and this time Phyllis held her breath as Joyce's finger poised 
at the entrance to her vagina. A shuddering instant later, the finger once 
again slid remorselessly inside. 

"She's a virgin, all right," Joyce said, "and her cunt's tighter than that 
of a twelve-year-old." Her voice was husky with wanton desire as she began 
swishing her finger around and around inside the helpless woman's pussy. 

"Hey, lemmee find out for myself," Irving grunted, his hand leaving 
Phyllis's breasts, trying to work their way down the flatness of her white 
belly. 

"You keep those goddamn hands off," Joyce snarled at him. "You have the 
tits. Her cunt's mine." 

Reluctantly Irving's hands stopped their downward course, but when his 
fingers returned to her swollen breasts, it went back to work on Phyllis's 
shuddering orbs with just as much vigor and vitality as before, the fingers 
nipping and pinching the rubbery tenderness. of her budding nipples. At the 
same time, Joyce began rhythmically running her finger in and out of the 
terrified Phyllis's cunt, moving it as if it were a penis, and Phyllis found 
herself grunting and groaning with a mixture of shame, fear, and a certain 
amount of inner passion. 

"What the hell's going on back there?" the balding man called from the front 
seat where he was driving. It was the first time Phyllis had heard the other 
voice, and it was almost girlish. - 

"Shut up, Eli," Irving snarled. "All we're doing is teaching this bitch a 
little of our revolutionary theory, so you just keep your eyes in the road." 

Eli began mumbling something about the need for direct action against the 
wealthy not being any reason for a member of their group to behave like some 
capitalistic swine. Then he closed his mouth and remained silent. For a, 
brief instant Phyllis was hoping he would interfere, stopping the two people 
on whose laps she was lying from tormenting her and abusing her helplessly 
trapped body. Yet a few moments later, as she writhed and wriggled where she 
was, she wondered if she wanted them to stop. What they were doing to her 
breasts and vagina was beginning to feel very, very good. It was intensely 
exciting, in fact, and Phyllis once remembered reading that danger and the 
possible fear of death occasionally acted like an aphrodisiac. That 
certainly seemed to be the case with her, now. As Joyce's fingers drove 
deeper and deeper into the seething depths of her trembling cunt, and 
Irving's hand toyed with her upstanding, vellicating young nipples, the 
helpless Phyllis discovered she was having trouble with her breathing, no 
longer because of fear, but simply because of the throbbingly intense 
signals of delightful pleasure continually rocketing through her 
increasingly aroused and shuddering body. 

"Hey, will you get a load of this," Irving laughed. "Our little captive 
bitch is turning on," he said out loud. 

Yes, it was true. Almost as if this was happening to someone else's body, 
Phyllis discovered her rounded hips were beginning a very slow, very 
tentative movement, thrusting her vagina up against the invading fingers of 
the female, who was careful not to push too deeply, not wanting to have a 
broken hymen bleeding all over her lap. Phyllis lost all control over 
herself as, within another couple of minutes, her crotch was rhythmically 
grinding itself up and down, fucking itself back and forth against Joyce's 
partially embedded finger. She discovered she had absolutely no control 
whatsoever over herself now as fear slowly faded into the background, 
replaced by a vague, disembodied lust, and for a brief instant Phyllis 
totally forgot where she was and who was doing this to her. She continued 
madly writhing in the laps of her two abductors, her full, rounded breasts 
thrusting up firmly against the pleasure-giving fingertips of the man she 
had heard referred to as Irving, her rubbery nipples now solid rivets as the 
front of her vagina flowered open to welcome Joyce's finger inside. A moment 
later she felt Joyce worm a second finger into her, and then a third finger, 
until she felt the front part of her vagina marvelously stretched, as if a 
short, stubby penis was working in and out between her sensitive lips, 
without penetrating her hymen. 

"Gggghhhhuuuuunnnnnggggghhhhh aaaaannnnnggggghhhhh ... " the gasping Phyllis 
moaned, her head twisting and turning in the man's lap, feeling as if her 
entire interior was simply going to melt and run down the girl's thighs. She 
was only vaguely aware of a wet, sluicing noise as Joyce's fingers continued 
working very busily inside her drivingly heated vaginal dehiscence. The hot, 
sensual musk of sex was permeating the entire interior of the car, and to 
her amazement, Phyllis suddenly realized she was going to have an, orgasm. 
The other two seemed to sense it, too, because Joyce had a thumb rubbing 
against her clitoris now, in addition to the two fingers moving in and out 
of her vagina. She was shuddering, twisting and turning, writhing 
uncontrollably, unable to keep herself still for an instant. 

Irving leaned down as far as he was able, and he clamped his lips tightly on 
one of the woman's helpless nipples while his hand kept busy with the other. 
Both the passion swollen globes felt like balloons, blowing up larger and 
larger until it seemed they would have to burst, but it was Joyce's thumb 
against her clitoris, and the other three digits moving in and out two or 
three inches and rubbing against her vaginal roof that finally touched her 
off. 

Joyce smiled victoriously, feeling the hot gush of inner fluids pouring out 
of her victim's vagina, spraying against her palm and wrist. She knew this 
was the first orgasm. 

Phyllis had ever enjoyed, and with a tight smile on her face, she continued 
pumping her fingers in and out of the, trembling captive girl, her own 
vagina tingling with excitement as she witnessed the helpless Phyllis 
continuing to spasm. 

Phyllis blacked out after that, and Irving had, the strangest sensation, 
wanting very much to have Eli stop the car so he'd be able to toss the girl 
out by the wayside, but he knew the other three would want to keep her for a 
hostage, to make certain they weren't being followed. He ought to have 
followed his instincts. 

Chapter Two 

They arrived at the small house they were using as a hideout for the moment. 
The four of them called themselves the People's Liberation, Army, and had 
just formed a few days earlier. They were part of the many who didn't have 
anything, and, rather than trying to earn their way through life, they saw a 
single bank robbery as the way to make their fortunes. Their name was simply 
something to keep other hippies from helping the police locate them, since 
they'd gotten their wheels through the other hippies, and they had pretended 
to agree with all kinds of philosophy the peace-at any-price-mongers were 
shouting. 

The house belonged to some family away for the winter, and by the time the 
family returned, Irving, Eli, Joyce, and Dianne would be long gone. Irving 
and Eli were brothers. They were no relation to Dianne and Joyce, though the 
latter two were sisters. This alliance was something temporary, though Eli 
and Dianne were already getting it on together. Joyce was pure lesbian, 
though she had once allowed a man's cock into her cunt-which was probably 
why she had reverted to women, since she would not permit it to happen 
again. Dianne swung both ways, and had often swung with, her own sister, 
though somehow or other she found it impossible to believe a sister 
relationship would be termed incest. 

It was a small, one-story house, with a basement where Phyllis was 
immediately taken. There were no windows in the basement, so it was not 
necessary to keep her blindfolded, though they did keep her naked to prevent 
her from getting ideas about looking for a way, out. All four of them had 
decided Phyllis was a good-looking female, and at least three of them, 
Irving, Eli, and Joyce, wanted to enjoy her. It was decided Joyce would get 
first crack at her, since the woman hated touching females with semen in 
their body. 

First, business. 

They carried the sacks of money inside, and when they opened them, found 
most of the cash neatly bundled and banded, so that counting it was very 
simple. In less than a half hour they realized they had gotten away with 
nearly eight-hundred-thousand apiece. It was more than any of them had hoped 
for. Irving, who was a nut about investments, figured his share, carefully 
managed, would tide him over the rest of his life. He had worked for an 
investment house as a runner for two years, seeing all that money being 
sifted back and forth, and he had decided if he ever did get his hands on 
money, he would invest it. Eli intended running far, far away and opening up 
a commune for hippies, where he would charge them whatever they were able to 
steal to come and flop. Dianne wanted to travel, and Joyce just wanted to 
buy a lot of luxurious things. 

Of the entire group, Irving was the only one who intended declaring what he 
had stolen to the IRS, though he would not admit to stealing it. He knew the 
government didn't care how people came by their money, as long as Uncle Sam 
got his share. He was the only one who intended becoming respectable. 

"Okay," he said to Joyce, "while Dianne rustles up some food, you get your 
ass down to the basement and play with the chippie." 

Joyce smiled. She loved making it with unwilling, straight girls, turning 
them into at least bi-girls like her sister. She had seduced Dianne into 
lesbianism, just as she had seduced so many others ... just as she intended 
seducing Phyllis. 

Unlocking the door leading to the basement steps, she walked down the 
stairs. Now, with her blue coat off, she was seen to be wearing a green 
striped polo shirt underneath with no brassiere to hold up her firm breasts. 
The jeans she was wearing were faded, and clung tightly to her rounded hips. 

When she got downstairs, she discovered Phyllis had found a cache of 
clothing in the basement, perhaps things the family living there intended 
giving away, and she had slipped on a dress, a pair of panties, and a 
brassiere. 

Seeing Joyce, Phyllis gasped, then asked, "What are you going to do to me?" 

"We'll keep you here a couple of days, then we'll probably tie you up and 
leave you here to work your way loose when we scram. Even if you do get 
loose, the phone isn't working, neither is the electricity. That's why we 
had to leave candles down here in the basement.. You don't know where the 
hell you are, ,and by the time you find out, we'll probably be out of the 
country." 

The basement was huge, very huge, a gigantic single room with a tiled floor 
and a large oil furnace in one corner of the room with a washer and dryer in 
another corner. The rest of the finished basement was a play room with a 
large pool table, a big bar, and even a ping pong table. A half dozen 
candles lit the basement up very nicely. 

"Why did you do this?" Phyllis asked, as Joyce finished coming down the 
stairs and stood about ten feet away from her. 

"For the money of course," Joyce shrugged. "Why else!" 

"And why are you down here with me? Are you supposed to keep an eye On me?" 

"Let's just say ,I want to be with you for a little while. You fascinate me, 
but then, all straight women fascinate me." 

"Sexually straight." 

"But except for what you and that man did to me in the car, I've never had 
sexual contact with anyone," Phyllis objected. 

"Well then, isn't it time?". Joyce asked. 

"I'm still a virgin," Phyllis insisted. "I'd like to stay that way." 

"Honey, that's fine with me," Joyce told her. "I'm not out to rob you of 
your virginity. When I get through with you, you'll be just as virginal as 
when we started.". 

"When you get through with me? What are you talking about?" 

"Haven't you ever played with another woman?" Joyce asked. 

"I'd be afraid to even consider it," Phyllis told her. "I can't imagine what 
it would be like." 

"Naturally you can't," Joyce nodded. "This isn't something one has to 
imagine. It has to be experienced to be appreciated," Joyce said, and moving 
closer, she gently wrapped her arms around Phyllis's body, inserting a knee 
between Phyllis's knees to force the darker haired woman's thighs apart. 
"Now you just listen to me and we'll both have a lot of fun,"; Joyce told 
her. "We'll lie down on the pool table where the velvet won't hurt your 
lovely flesh. Come on, honey. Basically we're all bisexual, and anyone 
incapable of enjoying both kinds of lovemaking is really an emotional 
cripple. You don't want to be one of those, do you, honey?" 

"No ... uhhhhh ... look ... Miss ... 

"Just Joyce. That's my name. What's your name?" 

"Phyllis," the captive woman replied. "Please, Joyce, don't do this to me," 
she begged, trying to push away the hands that were already undoing the 
buttons on her new-found dress. But Joyce was an expert at this, and her 
nimble fingers eluded the grasp of the weeping Phyllis, and in seconds the 
garment was open to the waist. 

Very quickly the long-haired girl dipped her experienced hands inside, 
moving them behind Phyllis's back, sure fingers: hurriedly loosening the 
brassiere, then quickly shoving the cups off the firm, cone-shaped mounds. 
Phyllis tremblingly stiffened, sitting there rigidly on the barstool near 
the pool table, staring down at her once-again bared flesh and the soft, 
brown woman's hands fondling her pointed spheres. 

"Come on, Phyllis," Joyce whispered to her. "You just relax and take it 
easy. Don't think that there are only some kinds of good sex while the rest 
is bad. All kinds of sex is good. Hell, honey, if it feels good, why not 
just enjoy it instead of fighting it. Just give my way a try, and I 
guarantee you'll like it." 

Phyllis sat woodenly on the stool, her innocent face hiding the thoughts 
going on in her mind. She was frightened of not coming out of this alive no 
matter what the others said to her. She had to win friends to her side-the 
more the better. It was obvious this was a woman who was a. seducer of other 
women, and if she surrendered herself too readily, Joyce would wonder what 
the devil was taking place. No, she had to appear reluctant, watching, 
pretending not to feel, creating the impression she believed all this was 
happening to someone other than herself. 

Unhappy because of what appeared to be a lack of response in Phyllis, Joyce 
pressed her soft, smaller breasts forward, rubbing them from side to side, 
back and forth against the naked nipples of the other girl. When she saw the 
pink buds of Phyllis's nipples become turgid and stand erect, she laughed 
triumphantly and began unbuttoning her own blue jeans. Phyllis. stared, 
taken somewhat aback by this experience as Joyce removed her tee shirt and 
tossed it off to the side, letting the brownish pucker of her own small 
nipples come into view. Joyce had huge tan areola unlike her own small pink 
ones. In a moment the two nipples were being pressed and rubbed smoothly 
against her awn, and Joyce was leaning forward, kissing her as a man would 
kiss her, the woman's mouth closing on hers in determined demand. At almost 
the same moment she was aware of a hand moving under the lower part of the 
dress she had been wearing, sliding along the delicate inner flesh of her 
thigh, heading for the opening she had teased and tantalized when they had 
been in the car. 

"Oh my God! No! No! You mustn't do this again ... " Phyllis gasped, knowing 
resistance would only spur the woman on to greater efforts. She had the 
knack of being able to immediately analyze an individual,. knowing what a 
person liked and disliked almost immediately. Her voice was muffled by the 
lips and tongue invading her mouth like an attacking army. "Ummmmmpphhhhhh! 
Joyce ... mmmmffff ... blllbbbb stopppppbbbb I don't want to ... ." 

"Oh yes you do," Joyce insisted, her mouth, fresh from some mint chewing gum 
like a summer wind blowing in off a dry desert. "You're just too afraid to 
really let go." 

The more aggressive woman's smaller breasts were continuing to move 
sensually over Phyllis's slightly larger mounds, and Phyllis became aware of 
a strange, passionate tingle resulting from the constant contact. Added to 
the overpoweringly passionate assault on her hungry mouth that was forcing 
her head back farther and farther, it made Phyllis feel more than a little 
breathless. Then the hand on her thigh began sliding beneath the .edges of 
her new-found panties, and Phyllis gasped, "Joyce! Joyce! You mustn't!" 

"You're wrong!" Joyce insisted, panting. "I must! I'm going to show you just 
what fun you've been missing by inhibiting yourself all these years." 

"Oh no! No! No!" Phyllis cried out, knowing her pleas would only urge the 
other woman to continue. If lesbianism was her one way out of this, then 
lesbianism was the course she was willing to accept. 

The other woman's exploring fingers worked higher, snaking into the soft, 
warm pelt of furry hair covering Phyllis's crotch. Phyllis was aware of the 
fingers moving through the hair, separating her outer labia, and then 
sliding softly and caressingly along her inner labia before probing at the 
secret grotto the lips were protecting. 

"Ahhhhhhh ... " Joyce gasped. "The cunt ... once again I've found your 
tight, sweet, twelve-year-old-narrow cunt," she murmured almost huskily as 
her fingers proceeded to move in and out of the very slippery recess. 

The knowledgeable stroking continued, and the shuddering Phyllis felt a 
continuing moistness building and swelling in her body as her glands 
responded with a heavily lubricating flow of splashing juices. For the 
moment, Phyllis felt her sense of reality slowly fading and she was almost 
beyond the point of being able to object any longer, because the truth was, 
now that she had discovered what Joyce was trying to teach her, she was more 
than willing to go along with it. Still, she had to appear like a pure 
innocent, as if making one last-ditch effort, and pulling her lips free of 
the woman's voracious mouth, she gasped out, "Joyce ... you mustn't do this 
you mustn't ... " 

"Why not?" Joyce asked, smiling. "You damn well know you want what I'm 
doing. That oily, sweet cunt of yours is just begging for my fingers, 
pleading to feel my mouth sucking it, and just aching to have my own 
throbbing pussy pressing against it. You want to feel my hairy lips sucking 
your own, and you'd even like to feel my stiff clitoris pushing into that 
narrow hole of yours like a cock, knowing it isn't long enough to reach far 
enough to break that-cherry of yours. Honey, you want to be clit-fucked into 
oblivion." 

Inwardly, Phyllis smiled because that was precisely what she wanted. 
Outwardly, she winced and shivered. It wasn't as if the words were new to 
her. Like any modern woman she had heard such objectionable words used again 
and again, but she was slightly taken aback to have them uttered by another 
woman, not only knowing the woman was hot after her, but that she was 
equally hot to let the woman continue. It made her blood seethe to feel the 
words being spoken as Joyce said them with her mouth pressed to that of 
Phyllis. The words applied to something about to happen to her, and as a 
result she shuddered, both with want, and with a little fear. 

"Ummmmphhhhhh ... no ... no ... no ... " was all she managed to get out, 
making certain her voice was a whimper. "You know this is all wrong and we 
ought not to do this ... " 

"You're sounding like some dumb little twerp from thirty years ago, when our 
own folks were kids," Joyce told her. "Look, Phyllis, you're going to be 
here for the next forty-eight hours whether you like it or not. I'm trying 
to make it good for you. Now you know the creed of our revolutionary army. 
Love isn't wrong, honey. Death and killing are wrong. You noticed we really 
didn't hurt a single person when we knocked over your bank today. It was 
done quickly, you might say with love. Love, sex, even fucking is good with 
anyone. After all, didn't we just agree that if something feels good, we 
ought to just go ahead and do it?" 

Phyllis inwardly smirked. Outwardly she hadn't agreed to a damn thing, but 
her mind was spinning, and had she been the pure innocent Joyce believed her 
to be, her brain would have been filled with feathers, so she realized it 
was time to calm down a little and not protest too loudly. 

The fingers inside her vagina were massaging in and out without actually 
touching her sensitive cherry. She was well aware of the way they slid 
between the clamped tight walls of her sensitive inner channel while a palm 
was rubbing against her fur covered mound and brushed occasionally against 
the pearl-shaped nubbin of her trembling clitoris. 

"Mmmmmmm!" Joyce gasped. "This is really a divine pussy," she whispered, 
breathing hotly against the helpless Phyllis's meek. "Ummmm ... so tight, so 
hot, so filled with the delicious juices of love." 

Phyllis was slowly relaxing. There was pleasure now, definite and distinct 
pleasure, and she was unable to deny the responses of her own body to the 
expert caressing of the woman. Her trembling thighs were spread open as far 
apart as they were able to go in the sitting position on the stool, and she 
was aware her feet were on the horizontal leg ties of the stool so she would 
be able to gain some leverage and thrust her cunt even farther forward. 

"Admit. it!" Joyce insisted. "It feels good, doesn't it?" A smile split her 
face. "Can you honestly say you don't like what I'm doing?" 

"No, but ... 

"No buts!" Joyce loudly insisted, pulling the girl off the stool, making her 
walk over to the billiard table, making her lie on the table as she slid up 
beside her while skillfully getting rid of her dress and panties at the same 
time. "You have such lovely paps," she said to Phyllis. "They're big, but 
they're firm, and not many women have breasts like yours. When women have 
them as large as yours they aren't usually as firm, and vice-versa. Those 
tits of yours are one helluva prime asset, Phyllis. If you're smart, you'll 
capitalize on them. Men and women alike love big, rounded tits like yours. 
They like to feel them, they love to squeeze them, they enjoy sucking on 
them, and if you play straight with me, honey, I'll teach you how to use 
them to advantage on those two male suckers upstairs. Hell! If you can con 
Irving and Eli into something, you can con any male into anything. That's 
the name of the game, Phyllis, making others do what you want. Like right 
now I'm making you do what I want, because I'm going to taste your breasts." 

Yes, Phyllis thought. And in doing so you'll be doing what I want. 

A plan was forming in Phyllis's mind. She had been too frightened to think 
while in the car, but ever since she had been locked in the basement, this 
plan had been filling her brain, and now she saw her opportunity to have her 
wishes fulfilled. Yes, she was very possibly going to come out of this a lot 
better than she had imagined. 

Joyce's tender, small lips moved forward and burned against Phyllis's bare 
flesh. They were like hungry, seeking little animals who had found some new 
moistly delicious fruit and they were not content with a mere taste, but had 
to eat their fill. The lips were moistly heated and very knowledgeable, and 
the flickering, lapping tongue behind them added to the fantastic sensations 
continually building in the thrilled body of the shuddering Phyllis ... 

"Ummmmmmm ... you like what I'm doing to you, don't you, honey," Joyce said. 
It wasn't a question. 

"Y-yes ... yes, I do," Phyllis nodded, groaning. "No one had ever touched my 
breasts until today, and you suck so much better than that man whose mouth 
touched me before." 

Joyce snorted derisively, a wide grin splitting her face as she said, "When 
it comes to tit-sucking, what the hell does Irving know? Hell! It takes a 
woman with big nipples to understand how another woman with nipples feels. 
As a woman I know all the sweet things to do to make you happy." 

Phyllis thought about that and had to agree as the other woman's determined 
fingers continued manipulating her breasts, crushing them together 
excitingly, one against the other while her lips and tongue sucked and 
licked the tingling nipples into thrilling rosy hardness. There was some 
obvious truth to what Joyce was saying and she had to agree with it, even as 
her trembling body shuddered in answer to the expert stimulation she was 
receiving. Was she some thing of a lesbian like Joyce? She had always taken 
it for granted that when the time came for her to make love it would always 
be with a man. But now she was discovering it was more than the mere usage 
of another woman. She was actually enjoying what Joyce was doing to her. Was 
it possible the stimulation of her clitoris by a woman accounted for her 
soul-shaking orgasm more than the fondling of her breasts by a man? It 
became important for Phyllis to learn all about herself. 

"You have nice breasts yourself," she said, reaching up and tentatively 
fingering the nut-brown nipples and areola of Joyce's smaller breasts. "I 
can see from the way I'm touching them that you enjoy having them handled. 
Gee, you're really an oversensitive woman, aren't you." 

"You're all right, Phyllis," Joyce gasped. "You learn quickly, very quickly. 
I can see that for the next two days you and I are going to be good friends. 
Don't worry, I'll see to it the others treat you nicely, and even if you 
pretend to be good to them, I'll know you and I are the real friends, 
right?" 

"Oh yes, yes, definitely yes," Phyllis nodded. "If there's one friend I want 
here, it'll have to be you, Joyce." 

"You're a smart girl, Phyllis. We'll be good friends too, wait and see." 

"I know," Phyllis nodded staring at the soft, cushiony little pyramids of 
tantalizing flesh attached to Joyce's chest. She wondered what it would be 
like to take such nipples in her mouth and suck on them as Joyce had sucked 
on her own nipples. Well hell, why not find out! 

As if moving in a dream, the lovely young woman reached out and rubbed her 
palm all the more solidly against one of the two big nipples attached to 
Joyce, letting her fingers squeeze and curl around the tiny globe, crushing 
until Joyce loudly gasped out her thrilled pleasure. 

It was all so wonderful and so strange to Phyllis. For the moment all crafty 
thoughts were swept aside as she was determined to enjoy this which Joyce 
was teaching her. Who would have thought working in a bank would have led to 
an experience like this. She had been in the bank for little more than a 
year, and it was impossible to believe the time had flown by so swiftly, and 
yet nothing really noteworthy had taken place ... until today. This seemed 
to be making it all very worthwhile. When all this was over, she hoped to be 
a very, very rich girl, herself. Yet there would be no way any blame would 
fall on her. She had to admit though, she had never expected to find herself 
totally naked in some strange out-of-the-way place, her arms full of another 
half naked woman, her mouth slowly moving toward the small bumps that were 
the woman's throbbing breasts. 

Then her hot, hungry tongue was lapping against one of the two sponge-like 
nodules, tasting a mixture of perspiration, flesh, and yes ... cologne. It 
never occurred to her that a dyke like Joyce would consider using cologne. 
She licked dreamily down one slope of breast until she came to the nipple, 
then lapped at it, tonguing it into life. It swelled rapidly under her 
sucking lips, and she drew it deeply into her mouth and began suddenly 
sucking like a babe at a bottle, more from instinct than anything else. The 
lovely Joyce-for Joyce was indeed lovely-moaned and then drew in her breath 
very sharply as the sucking Phyllis's mouth tightened on the tender flesh 
and sucked hard. 

Stroking her left hand along the trestle of Phyllis's spine, Joyce allowed 
it to glide beneath the elastic waistband of Phyllis's recently found 
panties and stroke at Phyllis's buttocks. Her fingers kneaded and continued 
exploring the cheeks, touching the fullness where her thighs were joined to 
her body, and moving around to the front to assist the other hand in 
assaulting the furry mound of love. Her palm mashed the sleekly moist and 
soaked vulva while the fingers sank tantalizingly into the swimming depths 
of the lubricious tunnel, beyond. 

"Mmmmmmmmm!" Joyce hummed. "You have an absolutely delectable cunt. Too bad 
you're a virgin or I'd really be able to let you know how nice one of my 
fingers would feel inside you. Look at those sparse pussy curls, so thin, 
yet so silky. I took a good look at you while we were in the car before, and 
I have to admit I'm envious of that lovely cunt of yours. I have a nice one, 
but not as nice as yours. Until I realized you were a virgin, I thought I 
would go crazy, just thinking of all the men who might have stuck their 
cocks into you." 

"Well," Phyllis gasped. "As you can see, I'm a virgin,, so all that worrying 
was for nothing, though I expect that before you people leave me, you'll be 
ridding me of that curse." 

"Forget about those men for the moment," Joyce said to her. "What matters 
is, I've got you, now," 

Without quite realizing how she was maneuvered into that position, Phyllis 
suddenly found herself flat on her back with only her panties still on. 
Joyce was spread out and lying on top of her, and the throbbing contact of 
belly and thighs was driving Phyllis insane. She put her arms around Joyce 
and slipped her hands into the waistband of the jeans and panties and then 
began tugging them down, off the slender-fleshed buttocks and the slim, 
almost boyish hips. When the pants and panties were around her ankles, Joyce 
kicked free of the tangle and pressed her body closer, molding her firm but 
rounded belly-slightly rounded-against the equally firm and flat stomach of 
Phyllis Ragan. The brown forest between Joyce's thighs both shocked and 
fascinated Phyllis as did the narrow pinkish furrow that showed underneath 
it. She shut her eyes as Joyce's mouth locked against hers and a heatedly 
sizzling tongue invaded and conquered her mouth in a wildly searing, 
sensually stirring soul kiss. 

Still holding Phyllis's lips captive, the brown-haired Joyce tore at the 
panties of the darker-haired girl, dragging the thin rayon down the 
smooth-skinned white thighs and once more baring the spare muff of dark 
brown curls and the long, glistening slit of pink they covered. Then she 
broke the kiss very abruptly and sat back to examine the prize she had 
looked at once before in the car. Opening the plumply pouting labia with the 
pressure of her thumbs, Joyce licked her lips, knowing this time there was 
no need to hurry, and no man to look at her as she performed. Her eyes 
locked on the rose-petaled glory that was Phyllis's naked pussy. 

Since this was the first time for Phyllis, at least willingly, even though 
she had not lost sight of her objective, some doubts did rush through her 
mind as to how she was going to achieve it. She realized how absolutely 
naked and defenseless she was all over again, this after having searched so 
diligently for clothing.. She felt almost like a sacrificial dove in the 
hands of the horrible woman with whom she was making love, for even though 
her body was warming to what Joyce was doing, her mind still despised Joyce, 
Dianne, and the two men. Her conscience intervened for the first and only 
time, telling her how wrong all this was. Making love with another woman was 
evil and completely unnatural. How was it possible for her to be sprawled 
here on a pool table, shamelessly naked while another woman's hungry mouth 
and dissolute fingers did all kinds of depraved things to her? But another 
thought crossed her mind that made her laugh, permanently dispelling her 
fears. If only her parents were able to see her now. If they were only able 
to see the daughter they had brought up so puritanically while at the same 
time having all kinds of sordid affairs of their own. Hah! 

The thought made Phyllis a total wanton all over again, and she found 
herself automatically arching her back upward, surging her seething cunt 
against that of the woman on top of her as Joyce moved to totally possess 
her. 

The feeling of Joyce's heavily thatched vagina arousingly touching her own 
sparse hairs caused the trembling Phyllis to gasp, "Ohhhhhhh ... you're so 
wet ... so hot ... ." 

"Yes, darling," the lovely Joyce nodded. "My cunt is all for you, too, all 
for you," she said, lowering her mouth and tonguing the pink peaks of 
Phyllis's breasts while at the same time she rubbed her steaming crevice 
against the young girl's seethingly taut nookie. 

Phyllis moaned and gasped, stroking her hands down Joyce's slenderly, narrow 
back as she asked, "Have you taught many other girls how to make love?" 

"Lots and lots and lots of girls, including my own sister," Joyce admitted. 
What's more, I've even made love with two or even more girls at one time." 

Phyllis was duly astonished, and opening her eyes wide, asked, "Two or more 
at once? Is it really possible?" 

"But of course," Joyce said, smiling. "The whole idea is to be able to make 
love to as many women as you possibly can and please every one of them," she 
told Phyllis undulating her pelvis in such a way her seething cuntlips 
opened wide to engulf and separate as they totally possessed Phyllis's 
pouting pussy. 

"But how can you do this?" Phyllis asked. 

"Ah, the more people you can fuck and satisfy at one time, actually the more 
women you can satisfy at one time, the better you are. Besides, the whole 
idea is to prove you can satisfy more women than any. man. That really 
out-psychs them. Hell! All we really need men for is actual reproduction. 
When it comes to satisfaction, I can outperform any man alive." 

"That's something I can't believe," Phyllis gasped. 

"You'll believe it when I prove it to you," the beautiful, hard kidnapper 
said to her victim. "Hell! You're a virgin now, and even if you remained one 
the rest of your life, you'd know more about sex than the most practiced 
whore by the time I was finished with you." 

There was a heavy sheen of perspiration on the brow of Phyllis Ragan. It 
also covered her breasts, her belly and her thighs, but at the moment she 
was barely aware of it. Her lovely body began wriggling and squirming, 
twisting and writhing as the tender, furry cunt of Joyce revolved suckingly 
on hers, smearing its heated stickiness all over her tender pubic flesh. 
Phyllis was able to smell the erotic fragrance of the womanly sap seeping. 
from between her own thighs and that of Joyce and knew the fluid was soaking 
her. dark-brown hairs, as well as Joyce's light brown hairs until clusters 
of tiny, damp ringlets formed instead of the usual fluffy curls. 

Joyce's entire body, from her small, pert, swollen breasts to her slender 
thighs lay lightly on top of Phyllis, but most of the pressure was 
completely unnoticeable in comparison to the heat coming from the burning, 
lusting glade that was striving to devour her swollen vaginal lips. 

She was aware of Joyce's throbbing clitoris, larger, much larger than the 
bead between her own thighs, and it was touching her own little clitoris, 
teasing and jolting it into heated response. The tension in her trembling 
groin was tightening like a rubber band that had been tautly stretched. 

"Unh! Unh! Unh!" Phyllis gasped. 

Joyce's hungry tongue plunged deeply into her sucking mouth and effectively 
Silenced her. Now Joyce's moving hands were rubbing against her full 
breasts, squeezing, pulling, rubbing and fondling them until the twin mounds 
felt as if they were wildly aflame, the heat from them radiating to every 
other part of her trembling, shuddering body. 

Another burning fire was madly raging in the depths of her heatedly wet 
pussy, causing her sexual juices to flow that much more freely. The smell of 
the pungent secretions excited and aroused Phyllis further, building her to 
new heights of sensual awareness. The lovely captive arched her back to 
intensify the pulsating contact of the delightful vulva caresses, feeling 
her bubbling secretions blend excitingly with those of Joyce as their 
genitalia seemingly became one in scorching mindless passion. 

Her hands ran down Joyce's back, her tantalizing fingers lingering on the 
woman's slender flanks and digging into the rounded asscheeks, urging the 
woman to more and more vigorous efforts. 

Phyllis felt as if she were headed for another overwhelming orgasm. The 
frenetic churning sensation just might achieve its purpose. But things 
didn't quite work out that way. On the contrary, it was Joyce who suddenly 
stiffened, clutching Phyllis in a viselike grip as she spasmed to a gasping 
orgasm. 

Limp and exhausted but with a definite knot of completely unfulfilled 
passion lying. like a lump of hot lead in her belly, Phyllis lay back on the 
pool table and stared at the ceiling, her eyes dull. So this was lesbian 
love, huh. Well it really wasn't as good as Joyce had made it out to be if 
this was the kind of lack of satisfaction she was to receive. 

"You didn't come yourself, did you," Joyce stated matter-of-factly, leaning 
back and lying beside Phyllis, her arms behind her head. 

"No," Phyllis replied, curious to see how far she was able to control this 
woman. "I suppose that proves that I'm one of those heterosexual women who 
just doesn't give a damn about being loved by other women." 

Joyce laughed a short, almost harshly mocking laugh, if it was to be called 
a laugh. "All this proves is that you still have some kind of censor sitting 
at the rear of your mind telling you all this is wrong. Once you manage to 
get rid of that hang up and commit yourself completely, being determined to 
enjoy homosexual pleasure you'll no longer have any trouble." 

"I don't know. I just don't dig lesbianism." 

"Bushwah!" Joyce snapped. "You haven't really performed any real 
lesbianism," Joyce said, squirming around on the velvety pool table the way 
a dog might rub its back against a yard full of grass. 

"Just what do you. consider real lesbianism?" Phyllis asked, watching as the 
other woman spread her slender thighs and openly displayed the bearded mound 
at the base of her barely rounded belly. 

"Why cunt lapping, of course." 

"What?" 

"Simple," Joyce told her. "You have to run your tongue up and down between 
my slippery cuntlips, pull my rigid clitoris between those lips and sucking 
on it. You'll never know whether or not you like it until you actually feel 
a woman climaxing in your mouth, tasting her hot juices as she comes. Honey, 
you'll just never really appreciate sex with another female until you've 
done that." 

"Perhaps not," Phyllis said, realizing what this woman was getting at, 
feeling herself oddly detached from her own being and her inner feelings. 
The room was warm, making her realize how well-insulated the little house 
was even without the oil burner working. 

"This is a nice, comfy little house'," Phyllis commented. 

"Yeah, little is right," Joyce replied. "You should see the house Dianne and 
I used to live in. Now that was a house. But my folks were always lecturing 
me about right and wrong, and I wasn't able to stand it after awhile, so the 
kid sister and I split." 

Joyce's legs were still spread, and she was slowly undulating her belly so 
that the gleaming red gash at its base seemed to dilate and pulsate in madly 
obscene invitation. Phyllis stared at the dripping slit as if totally 
mesmerized, watching a glistening drip of rich, translucent fluid slowly 
rolling down one plump, blood-filled, pouting labius. 

Seeing the way Phyllis was staring, Joyce laughed and raised her perfect 
little bottom from the green baize of the pool table so Phyllis was able to 
have an unimpeded view of the coralline pink cavern hidden between the inner 
lips at the lower end of the rich, gelatinous furrow. The fanning motion of 
the I uplifted knees wafted the heavy scent of a woman-in-heat directly at 
the staring Phyllis, making her feel physically weak for the moment as she 
found herself filled with the strangest compulsion. 

Phyllis inwardly knew she really didn't have much choice. To back out now 
would mean to lose the favor of this bull-dyke, and she needed all the 
friends possible if she was going to not only come out of this alive, but 
succeed with her own daring plan. 

In a seeming trance she appeared unable to break, Phyllis finally nodded and 
began moving until she had crawled between the tan pillars of Joyce's 
thighs. She stared with wide open eyes, in wonderment at the flashing pussy 
before her, at the almost-white, crinkled outer labia, at the brighter-hued 
inner lips, and at the wetness seeping from the deep, dark mysterious well 
that was the woman's vagina. Heavy droplets of oozing liquid clung to the 
coarse pelvic hairs, and she felt her face flush as she stared at them. She 
wondered if the liquid drops at which she was staring had come from Joyce's 
interior, or if they had. rubbed off her own vaginal lips when they were 
pressing vaginas together? She wondered, where she finally did touch her 
mouth to that exciting nest of hair, would she be tasting her own sexual 
secretions or those of another woman? 

Finally Phyllis decided it would be a mixture of both, but was at a loss to 
understand whether the thought repulsed or attracted her. Heavy perspiration 
had formed all over her body, especially coating her upper lip,. and she 
licked at it without being aware she had done so as she bent-forward toward 
the waiting and expectant Joyce. 

"No!" Joyce told her. "If you're going to do it, do it right. You don't 
start at the vagina You start .at my toes. Lick them, suck them, and make me 
feel good. I love the idea of. someone worshipping my feet." 

Phyllis smirked to herself. Let the woman enjoy herself, now. If her own 
plans came to fruition, she was the one who would have the last laugh. 

Her mind was in a self-imposed trance, for she would never have been able to 
do this, otherwise. She moved, as if she were a manipulated hand puppet, 
bending her head forward over the strong tan foot extended toward her. Her 
lips pressed against and touched the sturdy ankle, running down over the 
inside to the heel and starting back again. 

"You forgot to lick my soles, darling," Joyce told her. "Even more 
important, you didn't, suck my toes and lick between them. I love to feel a 
tongue licking between my toes. It's all right. Before I came down here I 
washed there, so you don't have to worry about anything." 

Phyllis found the idea of licking between the woman's toes very repulsive. 
She didn't want to do it, and knew there would be no pleasure in it, but she 
also knew she had no choice. She was at the helpless mercy of this woman, 
her sister, and the two men upstairs. All she had to do was displease one of 
them enough and she might be killed. After all, the four of them were bound 
to stick together against her-for the present. For the moment let Joyce 
believe she had achieved total domination over her. For the present she 
would have to do as ordered. If she was fortunate, and things worked out 
well for her, her own turn would come, and it wouldn't take too long in 
coming. 

"Ummmmmm ... ahhhhhhhh ... yessssssss ... very good, very good," Joyce said 
as Phyllis's tongue and lips ran gently along the sole of her foot, and then 
her tongue pinkly flicked out and slid between her toes. 

Joyce moved her other foot, pressing it against Phyllis's shoulder, saying, 
"Ummmmm ... good! That sends all kinds of tingles through me, honey. But we 
mustn't linger in any one place for too long. Come on, move your mouth up 
the inside of my leg, and if you move it far enough you'll find your reward 
in the heated bog resting soggily between my thighs." 

Moving slowly, the darker-haired woman's lips and tongue inched carefully up 
the soft, smooth skin of the inner thigh, her nostrils filled with the 
deliciously cloying aroma arising from the woman's steaming pussy. As the 
sweetly liquescent cove became more and more aroused in seething 
anticipation of the approaching mouth, the pungent aroma became that much 
more powerful, and a thin trickle of syrupy liquid oozed down onto that 
narrow strip of flesh between the vagina and the anus known as the perineum. 

The lithe limbs encircled Phyllis's neck and tightened as a signal for her 
to move on., Obeying without thought, the helpless Phyllis slid her hands 
slowly underneath the rounded mounds of the other girl's shuddering 
buttocks, tilting the pelvis and lifting the tantalizing cavity to her 
hungry mouth. 

"Ohbhhhhhhh ... yessssssssssss!" Joyce gasped, sighing out her approval in a 
voice crackling with licentious desire. "You're a natural-born bi-girl. You 
lap cunt even better than my sister, and until today she was the best I'd 
ever known." 

The words ran absolutely nothing to Phyllis at that time. Her mouth gently 
settled on the bloatedly blood-engorged labia hiding beneath the thick, wiry 
brush of light brown hair. The cuntlips tasted of perspiration, perfume, and 
just plain feminine musk. The helpless Phyllis's tongue circled and dipped 
into the well-lubricated folds, darting and searching until she found the 
oversized clitoris she had been seeking and drew it between her sucking 
lips. 

"Thatta girl, thatta girl, keep sucking and suck hard," the light 
brown-haired girl commanded, her voice rasping harshly as she tightly 
imprisoned Phyllis's head by locking her slender ankles at the back of her 
neck. "Suck it with those lips and whip it with your tongue at the same 
time." 

The helpless woman obediently sucked the stiffened stem of feminine flesh 
and rolled it I with her tongue and sucking lips, feeling I completely 
disengaged from what she was actually doing. Perhaps this was what she was 
really meant to do. This possibly was what she deserved for being the 
mixed-up, inept individual she was. Perhaps her life might end right here, 
in this house if she wasn't careful. No! No! She was Phyllis Ragan, and in 
her own opinion, she was the most important person in the world to the total 
exclusion of everyone else. These people were taking advantage of her now 
and making her suffer, but she would get her revenge, just wait and see. 

Joyce was going absolutely insane, rearing up to rub the dripping molten 
crypt of her womanly sex all over the beautiful face of Phyllis Ragan until 
she finally exploded with an unbridled passion that had her screeching 
loudly. 

Phyllis found her mouth clogged with heated, sticky fluid. It was gunning 
down her throat in great globs, and her cheeks wore covered with the musk 
oil, her eyes burning and her nose twitching at the cloying reek of it. 
Suddenly she wanted to escape from all this, to getaway. She was suffocating 
and she was ready to faint. She did her best to raise her head and pull 
back. 

But Joyce's ankles were tightly locked at the back of her neck, and she 
discovered she was a prisoner between strong thighs that clung to her in 
arrogant demand. 

"Hey now, you just stay where you are and keep licking," the shuddering 
Joyce gasped, her voice loudly ordering the helpless Phyllis to obey. "I can 
come more than a dozen times in less than an hour once I really get started, 
and Phyllis-baby, I have to admit, you have really got me started." 

God help me, Phyllis thought, and kept licking. 

Chapter Three 

Phyllis lay totally helpless on the billiard table, now all alone. Joyce had 
left some time earlier, and. she had left without satisfying Phyllis in any 
way. This was another score Phyllis would have to settle with her. 

Sometime later, and she had no idea just how much later it was, the door to 
the up-stairs opened and Irving, or Irv, as his friends called him, came 
down the stairs with a sandwich and a container of milk. 

"There wasn't any food in the house," he told her, surveying her body, 
enjoying the way it looked nakedly sprawled out. "Eli went out and bought 
some, and I figured you might be hungry." 

"There's some brandy down here," she told him, getting off the table and 
walking behind the bar and taking out a decanter. 

"Y'don't look too happy," he said to her. "You got a bathroom down here?" 

"Oh ... uhhhhh ... yes, yes, thank you," she nodded. "I even took a shower 
before Joyce came down." 

"Whassamatter, you feel dirty or something, being with us?" he asked, 
leaning against the ping-pong table as she ate. 

"I just don't feel comfortable with the others," she told him. "Especially 
after the things Joyce made me do." 

"Mmmmmmmyyyyyeeeeeaaaaah! That broad has to be put in her place." 

They talked for awhile while she finished eating, and from all Irv told her, 
Phyllis realized he considered himself the head of this two-bit four-person 
army. There was no doubt that he controlled the balding Eli, and Eli was 
making it with Dianne, which, in essence meant Irv had control of 
everything. It was obvious from the way he was talking that he had once been 
very wealthy and had a lot of women, and depended on his wealth to get him 
his women. 

"Y'know," he said to her, long after she had finished eating. "You really 
smell darn good." His hoarse voice was a whisper as he walked over and 
touched her right shoulder with his forefinger. 

"Perhaps I'd better go inside to the bathroom until you've gone," she 
muttered, as if trying to say, without words, that his presence was 
affecting her. 

"No!" Irv almost shouted, then suddenly regained control of herself, but his 
shout had raised the hackles on her back, letting her know she was dealing 
with a man who was at least mildly psychotic She looked into his eyes and 
saw the brilliant gleam in there and realized this man really wanted her, 
all right. Phyllis knew he was going to take her too, but she had to put on 
a show of resistance to make him believe that at the end of it all it was 
his masculinity, that had conquered her and not forcefulness. 

"Irv," she finally whispered. "Please please don't do this. I mean, I know 
you touched me in the car, but I still have a modicum of respect for you. 
Don't let me lose it." 

"Hey, hey hey," Irv said to her. "I respect you, too. But honey, I wanna 
ball with you. What's more, even if you're afraid to admit it, you know it's 
true that you want me to ball you." 

"No!" she shouted, because her one fear had always been defloration. Her 
mother had once told her that on her wedding night, when her hymen had been 
perforated, she had been forced to go the the hospital before her 
hemmoraging had stopped. Phyllis was always haunted by the fear of the same 
thing happening to her, and now she understood why she had never allowed 
herself to have an affair. It wasn't indifference, it was fear. 

"P-please ... please ... " she gasped, afraid of what was to come. "Leave me 
alone!" 

"Not until I get just what I want, sweetheart," the man said, reaching out 
to gather the helplessly naked girl in his arms. 

His hands went around her slender body, holding tightly to her, his mouth 
coming down to clamp tightly on hers. She did her best to try and twist away 
from him, wanting to escape his strong grip, but she found herself very 
tightly held and unable to move. As Irv tugged her shuddering body closer, 
her naked loins came into direct contact with his, and the trembling Phyllis 
was well aware of the stiffly rigid hardness of his erect phallus inside his 
pants prodding at her, pushing into her soft, flat belly. Fear began to 
frantically tug .at the helpless woman. His mouth, kissing hers, pressing 
hard against her lips made it impossible for her to scream, not that 
screaming would have down her any good. Oh Lord! This monster very certainly 
intended raping her. She had to find something with which to protect 
herself. 

Remembering what her father had once told her, she suddenly relaxed in the 
man's arms, allowing her naked body to sag so that he had to reach out to 
hold her. Irv, thinking he had conquered her a lot more easily than he had 
expected, released his hold on her body a little and took his mouth from 
hers, opening it to say, "Well now, mmmmm yyyy eeeee aaaaa hhhhh ... that's 
more like it; honey, now we'll ... hhhh hhhh aaaa aaaa uuuu uu-u'u w'www 
w'w'ww aawi ahhh hhhh!" 

He bent at the waist, his body crumpling, his hands reaching down and 
grabbing at his testicles as his face grimaced in painful agony. Phyllis's 
swift, desperate knee had slammed up into his aching groin, hitting him 
forcefully, the blow catching him directly in his balls. 

"You bitch!" Irv roared. "You goddamn fucking little bitch! You almost 
castrated me!" 

Cringing, moving away from the bent-over man, the frightened Phyllis's eyes 
widened with terror as she watched him slowly straighten and then unbuckle 
his belt, dropping his pants. He kicked off his shoes, then pulled off his 
underpants, and for the first. time in her life the shuddering woman saw an 
erect male phallus. She tried rolling away from him on the ping pong table 
as he approached her, but all she did was sprawl all the more off-balance. 
He was on her in an instant, throwing his weight on top of her and 
flattening her out on top of the wooden table. Phyllis opened her mouth to 
scream, but Irv clamped a hand over it, saying, "one scream and you're 
through, bitch! I'll cut your throat here and now." 

"Ummmmphhh!" she gagged, with his hand over her mouth. When he finally 
removed it, she begged, "N-no ... please don't hurt me ... .I'm a virgin ... 
" she sobbed, heavy tears already falling from her eyes. 

Irv looked at her, his face ruddy with lust-as he smiled and said, 
"Mmmmm'mmyyyyyyeeeeeeeaaaaaahhhhhh! A virgin, eh. Fine with me. I always 
wanted to pop a cherry." 

"Oh no!" 

"Mmmmmmmyyyyy eeeeeaaaaaahhhhh! I'm going to fuck you, baby. I'm going to 
fuck you good and solid," he told her, levering her white thighs apart and 
wedging his hips between the smooth white columns of her tapering loins. 

At that moment there was the sound of footsteps on the stairs, and the two 
of them turned their heads in that direction to see Dianne coming down. 
Walking into the room, she moved to where Irv was still oil top of Phyllis. 
At the moment she had on a blue stripped tee shirt that matched the green 
one her sister was wearing, and blue jeans, too. 

"You crazy son-of-a-bitch!" Dianne snapped. "What are you doing horsing 
around with this broad? She can identify us. We ought to kill her." 

"if I do, are you gonna fuck for me, Dianne, the way you've been screwing 
for Eli?" 

"Hell, no!" she snapped. 

"Well then, just keep your mouth shut," Irv grated. "I'm gonna pop this 
one's cherry and then I'll fuck her until she can't walk straight." 

"Sure! And when we leave here, she'll run next door and call the cops, and 
before you know it we'll all be thrown in the clink for twenty-five years 
for bank robbery." 

"We'll tie her down so she'll never be able to call the cops," Irv said to 
her. "You're a really bloodthirsty bitch, Dianne. You have a choice. You can 
get the fuck upstairs, or you can hang around and watch the fun." 

Phyllis was struggling underneath him, realizing Dianne was one person she 
would never be able to win over to her side. She half listened to what they 
were saying as she struggled. Hell! The one thing she didn't want was to 
risk bleeding to death because the jerk on top of her suddenly had the urge 
to become a cherry popper. 

"You let me up," she hoarsely croaked. 

Smack! 

Irv's broad, open hand slammed, itself down against the tender side of her 
face. He looked at her, smiled, then said, "You just shut the fuck up, you 
dumb twat. Shut up or I swear I'll belt you again. Mmmmm mmmm myyy yyee eeee 
aaaa aahh hhhh! I oughtta give you the full treatment anyway for that rap in 
the balls you gave me." 

Dianne's laugh was long, loud, and brittle as she .taunted, "You're really a 
big bad hombre, Irv, slapping a helpless broad around like that. At least I 
want to put her out of her misery." 

"You just stick around Dianne you'll get your turn," Irv told her, sneering. 
"Better yet, why don't you just join in the action right now. You can sit on 
her face and let her lap your pussy while I'm fucking her and squeezing your 
tits. What the hell! Eli wouldn't mind that." 

While all this bantering was going on, Irving's solidly stiff and thick 
penis was riding back and forth in the pulsating furrow of the terrified 
Phyllis's narrowly cringing vagina, and as much as she didn't want it, no 
matter how strongly she inwardly fought against it, because of the buildup 
Joyce had given her before, her body began responding to the sensations she 
was feeling as the penis continued rubbing back and forth, back and forth, 
her body beginning to respond to the continual thrills. 

Every nerve-ending was suddenly aroused and responding and her hips began 
wriggling and writhing, wildly undulating against the throbbing organ as she 
felt more and more perverselt erotic and sensual thrills inside her. Phyllis 
realized she was unable to help herself. She was losing all control. 

"You know," Dianne said, looking with distaste at Phyllis. "Maybe, just 
maybe I will join in this funfest." She noted how aroused Phyllis was, and 
she knew now there would be no stopping Irv. Eli had gone out to have the 
car checked over so it would be in top shape when the time came for their 
getaway. From the look on Phyllis's face, even though she didn't realize it, 
she was ready to take Irv. 

Irv smiled and looked down at the trembling form of Phyllis beneath him and 
sneering said to her, "Yyyyyyeeeaaaaaahhhhhhhh! You're one hot little 
bitch, all right. You're all ready for it, aren't you!" 

"Oh God! No! No! Don't ... ." 

"Oh shut the fuck up!" Irv snapped, widely leering at her as he lifted his 
hips a little. "You just reach down and put the old pecker inside you, 
baby." 

"No!" she gasped. "Never!" 

"You want another smack across that lovely kisser of yours?." 

"Oh my God,! No! No! Please don't hit me again!" 

"Then you reach down and put my cock in that cute little virgin pussy of 
yours. I'll break that membrane really fast, you'll see. Trust me, baby." 

"H-how do I d-do it?" she asked. 

"Cut the bullshit!" he snapped. "Grab my cock in your hand, yank it forward, 
and shove the head of it between those lips below, right at the bottom of 
your cunt. I'll do the rest." 

Unable to prevent this from happening, realizing she had to obey, she almost 
uncontrollably obeyed, doing his bidding reluctantly, and yet with the 
strangest perverse measure of anticipation. Delicately. she reached down and 
got a good grip on his throbbing shaft. Feeling the way the heavy, mammoth 
organ pounded and pulsated, knowing dimly as she guided it to her own wildly 
palpitating vaginal opening, that in doing so she was definitely closing a 
door on her past. In this instant she would no longer be a virgin, and this 
terrified her. But she wondered what difference it would really make. The 
woman, Dianne, wanted to kill her anyway. If she was going to die, better to 
die this way than by a simple, cold-blooded murder. So many mind-boggling 
things had taken place in such a short period of time. She felt too confused 
to sort things out thoroughly. If her plan was to succeed, it would have to 
do so after this horrible initiation into womanhood. 

"Stop stalling there," Irv snapped at her. "Put it in!" 

Frightened beyond all measure, she obeyed him. With a shuddering sigh she 
did as he directed, feeling a strange arousal building in the simmering 
depths of her trembling body. Her hand moved, carefully directing the 
blood-bloated penile head, to the opening of her own wetly demanding vaginal 
pandiculation. It pressed between her labia, and she shivered, but she 
managed to go on She worked the throbbing penile head in circles, very 
gradually introducing the swollen tip into the heatedly wet and viscously, 
lubricated interior of her narrowly anxious and throbbing feminine vagina, 
finding it difficult to believe she was actually doing this which was so 
foreign to her, at last. It terrified her all the more and she took some 
quick, deep breaths. 

Dianne was an interested onlooker. Eli was the only male with whom she had 
ever had sexual contact, and she was naturally curious to see if other men 
and women reacted as she and the balding man did during coitus. 

Damn! What should she do? If she was going to join in she knew Irv would 
keep his, mouth shut, and as far as she was concerned the female was more 
terrified of Irv than she was of herself. Though she would have loved to 
have slit Phyllis's throat, the smart thing was to indulge in something 
sexual without being painful, thereby lulling Phyllis into a false sense of 
security for the time being. Then an idea began forming in the skinny girl's 
mind, and she turned and hurried up the stairs. 

Meanwhile, Phyllis was totally transfixed by what was happening to her. Irv 
was flexing his flat hips, and with a single vicious thrust, forced his 
hotly thick length of cock into her, sundering her hymen, plunging deep into 
the narrow, pulsating coraline moistness of her slaveringly voracious 
vaginal tunnel. He did it with a single lancing stab, burying the full 
length of his broad cock into her with a solidly soaring plunge. His mouth 
was still clamped together as a single, satisfying grunt came from his 
throat when he felt the smooth head of his ruthless penis flick past the 
neck of her delicate womb and slam forcefully into the deep recesses of her 
formerly virginal, vaginal cavern. 

"Aaaaaaaayyyyyy yaaaaaiiiiaaaagggg,hhhh aaaannnngggghhhh!" she screamed, 
feeling the pain of a ruptured membrane as the thick swell of his cock 
forced its way deeper and deeper into her shuddering body. 

Irv lay on top of her, keeping his hard cock buried all the way inside her, 
letting her interior adjust to the length and breadth of his thickness. 

"Okay, doll," Irv said to her, "a virgin you aren't any longer, and believe 
me, it hasn't changed your appearance one single bit. All the pain is over 
with. Your cherry had been popped and your cunt has been stretched, and from 
now on it'll be easy, and all you'll feel will be the good things. Remember, 
you put it in yourself, so you can't say I actually forced you into this." 

So that was why he had insisted she put it in rather than shoving it into 
her, himself. Not that she really gave a damn at this point. In spite of 
what she believed to be insurmountable pain that was finally beginning to 
fade, she realized nothing bad was happening to her. She had bled a little, 
but she was aware she wasn't bleeding heavily, and from the way it had 
trickled she was certain it had stopped by now. This final barrier was 
finally broken down, and at last she'd be able to get on with her plan. 

There was nothing left at the moment but for her to simply surrender herself 
to the marvelously thrilling sensations beginning to build and race 
statically through her awakening loins. For the moment she would forget 
about her plans and allow her body to accept what was happening in the hope 
that this time she would be able to reach some kind, of fulfillment. What 
Joyce had made her do had left her high and dry, up in the air so to speak, 
and even ,though she knew this was morally wrong, Phyllis Ragan was no 
longer a female concerned with" morals. Her own moral code had come into 
play and that code was, whatever was right for Phyllis, was right. 

She began undulating and churning her hips in small, tiny circles beneath 
him, realizing she was aware of the last little millimeter of his penile 
length as it turgidly filled the depths of. her clinging feminine sheath, 
thrusting itself into her fiery pussy. She was determined to enjoy this. Her 
mind had totally snapped, and all her values had been completely displaced 
forever. Though her brain was more muddled than she might have thought, she 
sincerely believed she was seeing things clearly for the first time. 

She heard Irv's voice grating in her ear as he grunted to her, "Well, cutie, 
you do want to be fucked now, don't you?" He kept his penis forced all the 
way inside her, expanding and throbbing it in the depths of her narrow 
belly, sending out a thrilling signal that foretold of definitely impending 
ecstasy, thrilling joy, and unequalled rapture ... and this time, orgasm. 
Her body and mind received everything, and she realized she had become a 
completely different woman as she finally replied to his lewd question. 

"Yes," she told him. "I want to be fucked ... provided you can make me 
come," she said with abject simplicity. 

"Mmmmmmmmyyyyy.yeeeeeeaaaahhhhhhhh!" he told her. "I'm the greatest when it 
comes to bringing a woman off. But you gave me a hard time, Phyllis. Now you 
gotta beg for it, see." His voice carried an edge of commanding triumph to 
it. 

Phyllis looked up into his handsomely masculine, rounded face as he lewdly 
leered down at her, not quite understanding what it was he wanted her to do, 
since he was already inside her. 

"Go on ... do it!" she said to him. "Force that thing of yours deeper into 
me and do a good job." 

Irv smiled, totally unsatisfied with the way she had worded everything. He 
wanted this bitch to know he was the lord and master in this situation. 

"That just isn't good enough, honey," he said to her. "I wanna really hear 
you beg me to fuck you." 

At that moment Dianne came back down the stairs clutching something in her 
hand. She walked up to the ping pong table and leaned forward, "saying, 
"Can't you see, honey. He wants you to use all-those wonderful four-letter 
words," she explained, pantingly, betraying the fact that she had just been 
running a little. "Like his brother he gets turned on when he hears a 
straight woman like you using all those four-letter words." 

"B-but I've never said anything like that," Phyllis insisted. 

"So this is as good a time as any to start using them. Hell, you know the 
words. Words are words. Use 'em and make him happy." 

Irv hovered above Phyllis, waiting. He flexed his fat length of solid cock 
inside her several times, saying, "How about it, Phyllis? That is your name, 
isn't it?" 

Phyllis knew he was getting a kick out of tormenting her, more of a kick 
than if she said the words he wanted her to hear. So she decided she would 
be giving him the lesser satisfaction by saying those words than by allowing 
him to continue teasing and torturing her. "All right," all right," she 
gasped. "Fuck me, Irv! Fuck me with your big cock. Stuff it deep into my 
cunt and fuck and fuck and fuck and never stop fucking. You know how much I 
need it!" she gasped out, amazed she was able to say the words without 
stammering or stuttering. 

"Where is it you want me to fuck you, honey?" he asked. 

"In my cunt, you big, stupid prick. Fuck my cunt with that thick length of 
hosepipe attached to you," she snapped, loud and clear, her full, churning 
hips beginning to, buck uncontrollably against his groin. 

"Mmmm mmni yyy yyy eee eee aaa aaa hhh hhh!" Irv nodded, and then, 
withdrawing his phallic lance almost all the way from the tightness of her 
clinging vaginal scabbard, leaving only the bulb-shaped, swollen head inside 
her, he slammed his throbbing, pulsating shaft cruelly home, burying it to 
the very base in the depths of her wetly accepting and swallowing pussy. He 
pulled back, then rammed forward again, then again, then again, his hairy 
testicles slapping solidly against her delightfully wanton buttocks as she 
raised her body repeatedly. He was concerned solely with his own pleasure 
now as he pounded thrustingly into the tender clutches of her sucking 
vagina, burying himself without-mercy into her. He was a rutting animal, 
solely concerned with his own need, wants, and inner desires. 

As the rosy cheeked. man continued stroking into her, Phyllis found herself 
automatically . lifting her body to meet him, countering him, absorbing the 
full length of him within her. She began sensing a thrill beyond belief at 
the filling and fulfilling power of his massive penis inside her. She needed 
it, she wanted it., and she tried matching his thrusts with her own 
perverted and uncontrolled wildness. 

Dianne stood there, watching,. fascinated, realizing she had reacted the 
same way when Eli had taken her virginity. Now her own libido was pleading 
for some kind of release as she toyed with the object she held in her hand; 
a vibrating dildo. She would have been able to use it on herself, of course, 
and she was very sorely. tempted to do so. But she decided she would much 
rather join in, possibly making it a threesome as Irv had suggested by 
straddling Phyllis's face. Joyce already had inducted her into the ways of 
cunnilingus. It would be something to have the woman suck her cunt while Irv 
continued fucking her... 

Or-and she gloated with this idea-she might try something else, something 
different. She struggled out of her clothing, tossing everything on the 
floor, and then she sat on the ping pong table, noting it was strong enough 
to take the weight of the three of them. Damn! This would be a great idea, 
and it would teach Irv a lesson as well, in case he got any funny ideas 
about what he wanted to do with her when Eli wasn't around. Yes, it would 
teach the money magnate, as she referred to Irv, one hell of a good lesson. 

Shifting around on the table until she was directly behind the rosy cheeked, 
curly haired man, she knelt there, watching his flexing buttocks as he 
continually drove his throbbing hardness in and out of the sucking depths of 
what had become Phyllis's greedily demanding cunt. She was able to see the 
widely stretched, rubber-band like pink lips enlarging and absorbing him, 
the delightful, glistening length of his hard and pummeling cockshaft 
continually thrusting rhythmically in and out of the tortured Phyllis's 
masochistically wanting pussy. 

Yes, Dianne decided she would do it. Reaching out, she caressed the full, 
rounded asscheeks of Irv's moving behind with her own hot and sweaty hands. 
It was the first time she had touched a male other than Irv's brother. 

"Hey, what the hell are you doing?" he growled over his shoulder at her. 

"Honey, I'm just going to enhance your orgasm for you," she softly cooed 
into his ear, and she dragged a finger through the narrow crease separating 
his buttocks, trying to tantalize his anus. "If you're anything like Eli, 
and I suspect you are, then you love the idea of a woman's fingers playing 
with your buttocks, especially now, when. you're fucking. Tell me, Irv, 
don't you want me to do this?" 

"I ... uuunnnhhhh ... dunno!" he gasped, panting. "What the hell d'you have 
in mint!?" 

"I'm going to push a finger or two into your rear-end. This way, when you 
come, you'll really pop hard!" 

"All right, all right," he nodded, "but you just go easy, Dianne. Nice and 
easy." 

"Don't worry, Irv. I promise, you'll love it!" 

Still kneeling behind him, the younger sister teased his puckered opening 
for a moment, then she gently pushed a finger forward, worming it into his 
asshole. He stiffened and emitted a prodigious grunt, then as his rectum 
adjusted to the digital intruder, he continued his regulated, rhythmic, 
solid pumping into the depths of Phyllis's by-now-anxious cunt. 

"Mmmm mmm yyy yyy eee eee aaa aaa hhh hhh!" he exclaimed. "You're right, It 
does feel good." 

"I had a feeling you would really like it, Irv," Dianne laughed. 

Carefully then she worked a second finger into his rear hole as he continued 
pounding his throbbing phallus into the sucking depths of her steaming 
pussy. Aloud, she asked, "Want me to shove a third finger into your 
bumhole?" 

Feeling reckless, enjoying the thrills shooting through him, he said, "Sure! 
Why not! Go on, Dianne." 

It was a strange sensation he had not experienced in a very long time-not 
since the days when he'd had lots of money and had been able to afford more 
than one woman at a time,. Yet he had to admit it was a delightful feeling, 
and it did definitely enhance and heighten the eroticism of his continually 
fevered fucking, so he began redoubling his strong pounding efforts. His 
aching member continually slammed into her tender young vagina under him, 
his throbbing penile head constantly expanding and contracting, foretelling 
his impending release. 

Phyllis was in heaven. She had never known such rapture existed. She was 
feeling thrills her body had never even hinted existed before, save for that 
time in the car when Joyce's fingers had made her come. She'd never dreamed 
anything would be as arousing as this, having a man bring her to the 
ultimate heights of thrilling sensation. She had to admit she loathed the 
man doing all this to her, but she loved what he was doing. From now on she 
intended making use of all men this way. She was certain they would really 
love doing it to her. This was pure sexual pleasure in its rawest state. She 
was on the threshold of something new and delightful. It was something she 
fully intended enjoying again and again. 

Dianne had been tempted to shove the dildo in Irv's behind, but at the last 
moment used her free hand to inject it into her own vagina, turning on the 
vibrator, leaving it in at full length, letting it shudder and rummage 
through her body as never before. She gasped and shook and trembled with 
thrilled delight, and felt her climax coming on immediately. 

"UUU UUU NNN GGG HHH AAA NNN HUH AAA GGG HHHH!" she gasped out. 

She wasn't the only one climaxing. Irv was blasting his own semen out, 
shouting "EEE GGG HHH AAA GGG HHH HHH HHH!" 

Phyllis realized the man was spraying endless jets of white, heated fluid 
into the depths of her belly. She wasn't overly worried about conceiving 
because she had been told by her mother that her father had worked for 
nearly ten years before her mother had been able to finally give birth to 
her. 

She moaned and bucked, hurrying the movements of her own body, wanting to 
climax before Irv softened and pulled out of her. She was on the edge now, 
and if she didn't come, she'd go crazy and start tearing out her own hair. 
Her body bounced and bucked and wildly shook, and she threw herself from 
side to side as well as up and down, and finally her own orgasm was upon 
her, coming in convulsive spasms, her face lined with the contorted and 
agonizing sexual tension because of the ensuing release. 

Dianne, with the vibrating dildo still jammed up her vagina and her fingers 
locked in the tightness of Irv's rectal cavity, smiled as she saw the man 
bringing Phyllis to a roaring climax. 

In her own mind, Dianne was determined to have Phyllis dead because she was 
the only one who might be able to tell the authorities the whereabouts of 
herself, her sister, and Irv and Eli. She figured the woman might as well 
have one or two enjoyable sexual flings before becoming part of the earth 
once more. In her own way, Dianne was almost as amoral as Phyllis. Had she 
been as sharp-witted as Phyllis, an interesting duel would have developed 
between the two. 

Dianne pulled her three fingers from Irv's anus as he tugged his limp cock 
from Phyllis's cunt. 

"You bitch!" he said to Dianne. "You really went and fixed it so I had one 
helluva climax,, didn't you. I don't think the old cock will ever get hard 
again." 

"Stop complaining," Dianne told him. "You know damn well you'll be fine in a 
little while. Maybe I can talk Joyce into putting out for you. That'd 
stiffen your cock." 

"Mmmmmmmm yyyyyy eeeee aaaa aaaa hhhhhh!" Irv admitted as all three of them 
got dressed. 

Chapter Four 

Dianne brought two pillows and a blanket to Phyllis, telling her she was to 
remain downstairs and sleep on the pool table. She was being saccharinely 
sweet to Phyllis now, and Phyllis was almost able to read her mind and 
understand what was going on in Dianne's brain. It was a matter of who would 
kill whom, first, and somehow or other she had to find a way of gaining the 
upper hand. She knew she wouldn't be bothered by Dianne for the rest of the 
evening, and lit up some more candles she found in the basement, brightening 
up the room a little more. 

When she heard things getting quiet upstairs, Phyllis assumed the others 
were sleeping for the night. She knew the door leading to the cellar was 
locked, and she had no intention of making noise trying to escape. Besides, 
escape didn't fit in with her plans. At the moment Phyllis Ragan was a 
helpless victim, but if things worked out the way she was planning, the 
other four would shortly be the victims. 

Blowing out the candles, she cuddled upon the pool table, and after awhile 
drifted off, a knowing smile on her face. She slept dreamlessly and 
soundlessly, not in the least bit worried any longer. She had already been 
made love to by two members of the party, and she expected to make it with 
at least one more member. She knew Dianne didn't like her no matter how 
sweetly she behaved toward her. Well then Dianne would have to be the first 
to go, and Dianne's death would be the trigger for getting rid of the 
others. 

She was awakened the next morning by the lights coming on, and she realized 
either Irv or Eli .had found a way of tapping electricity from a neighboring 
home. Well, at least she wouldn't have ,to be worried about being in the 
dark when the candles ran out. There weren't that many left, anyway. 

She made good use of the bathroom, including another long, hot shower, 
during which time she washed Irv's sperm out of her body. When she 
re-emerged into the large basement barroom, she found the other four 
downstairs. Joyce had brought her a tray. 

"What's up?" she asked, eating. 

"We thought we'd have ourselves an all day party," Irv told her. "We've been 
able to listen to the radio now that Eli got the electricity turned on, and 
there isn't a clue to where we are. Looks like we're going to get clean away 
with everything." 

"So," Joyce said, "we decided to bring some wine and pretzels and potato 
chips and hot dogs down here and have ourselves a nice little revolutionary 
party." 

"I'm curious, just what are you revolting against?" Phyllis asked. 

"Poverty," Joyce told her. "Our own poverty. All four of us were wealthy at 
one time, and we don't like the idea of being poor, so we. decided one good 
holdup, and we would be wealthy again. If we're lucky, the money will last 
us until Dianne finds herself a rich husband, Eli gets his commune going, 
and I find myself some-rich lassie who likes being pushed around. Irv has 
already decided to use his own share to go bankrupt again, but no one can 
stop him." 

"Let's cut the chatter and have the party already," Eli said in his 
almost-girlish voice. "We figured that since we dragged you away with us, 
you were entitled to be in on the fun, too," he said to Phyllis. "Okay with 
you?" 

"Sure," she nodded. 

"Just don't get any ideas about going upstairs and trying to escape. Then 
we'd have to tie you up." 

"I won't," she assured him. 

Escape? That was the farthest thought from Phyllis's mind. 

They began drinking, playing music, and the two men danced with Dianne and 
Phyllis while Joyce stuffed herself with potato chips. Flaying the 
electricity go on, Eli was able to turn on the boiler too, and heat soon 
flooded the large basement room. Soon they began to perspire, and Joyce was 
the first to unashamedly shed her clothing. 

"Jesus!" she gasped, pulling off everything, "I'm hot, really hot." She had 
her clothing off and scattered all over the floor in a hurry. Her small 
breasts jiggled a little from side to side, standing up firmly as she toed 
her sweater across the room and let it land on a couch at the other end. Irv 
walked up to her, looked down at her svelte nakedness, and said, "You know, 
Joyce, you have one helluva nice body for a bull-dyke." 

Phyllis sucked her breath in, expecting a one hell of a violent explosion of 
rage from the light brown-haired, older sister. But to her surprise, the 
naked, brown-skinned Joyce only laughed and said, "Eat your heart out, Irv, 
eat your heart out. This is one body that's completely out of range as far 
as you're concerned." Then, "No, no, tell you what I'm going to do. I feel 
like I'm in a very generous mood, so why not come over here and clamp your 
big, clumsy paws on my breasts. I'll let you touch 'em, and this way you'll 
be able to boast you're the first male who willingly was allowed to touch my 
tits. Come on, Irv, get those clumsy paws over here." 

With a wide grin splitting his half-drunk face, Irv reached out and 
surrounded Joyce's small, pert breasts with his two hands, lifting them 
slightly as if weighing them, feeling the softness of her tan flesh. The 
brown nipples protruded outward, and suddenly, without warning, Irv bent his 
head and began sucking one of her nipples into his hungry mouth, comically 
smacking his lips as he did so. 

"Hey now, you stop that!" Joyce snapped, hut it was obvious to Phyllis, 
Joyce was only pretending to be outraged at what was happening. "Jesus!" 
Joyce told him. "That slobbering mouth of yours is even clumsier than those 
hands. Hell, that mouth has all the subtlety of a plumber's plunger." 

Turning around, Joyce reached out and grabbed her sister by the hand, 
pulling her close "Here," she said to the slenderer Dianne. "Show this big, 
bad man the right way to suck tits." 

Dianne had enjoyed more than a little of the brandy she had found behind the 
bar, and as a result smiled delightedly and began gently sucking on her 
sister's nipples, moving her h mouth from one softly protruding bud to the 
other, sucking loudly to let the others know what she was doing. 

"Ummmmmmm!" Joyce gasped, obviously very pleased with the way her sister was 
mouthing her breasts. She placed one hand on the back of Dianne's head and 
held her small breast up with the other hand, and shoved the entire mammary 
into her sister's crammed mouth, saying aloud, "No man on earth can match a 
woman when it comes to sucking nipples." 

"Oh I don't know about that," Dianne said, looking up. "I'll admit that 
Eli's a little crude when it comes to sucking breasts, but he sucks my pussy 
just about as well as I lap yours, and from what he tells me, his brother is 
supposed to be a regular artist when it comes to cuntlapping." 

"Traitor!" Joyce snapped at Dianne. "From now on I'll let you suck my cunt, 
but just see if I ever go down on you again." 

Phyllis noted there was some uncharacteristically good humor in the way 
Joyce was talking-as if she really didn't mean a word of what she was 
saying. The girl with the long, light-brown hair tilted the brandy bottle to 
her lips and took three hefty swallows, and Phyllis's eyes narrowed as she 
realized where all the good humor was coming from. Joyce was already 
half-drunk. Abruptly Phyllis jumped when Irv turned to her and asked, "Tell 
us, Phyl, who treats your pussy better, me or Joyce?" 

"Now wait a minute," Phyllis said to them. "Don't get me involved in any of 
this. I mean, I'm only an interested onlooker." 

She was already nervously looking back and forth between Irv and Joyce, the 
only two present who had had anything to do with her vagina. 

"Go on," Joyce told her. "I'm not afraid of the truth. After all, in the car 
I was the first one to make you come. You come on ahead and tell us which 
one of us you really like best-handling your pussy, that is." 

"Come on now," Phyllis said to them, feeling a little of the mirth the 
others were enjoying. "It's really so different it wouldn't he fair to make 
any kind of a comparison. I mean Joyce, you have a much lighter, more 
delicate touch to be sure, but there's something about the way Irv fucks 
that gets a woman so hot and bothered he can drive her right up the wall." 

"Yes, but can he eat pussy as well as my sister or myself?" 

"I don't know," Phyllis acknowledged. "If you remember, I did all the pussy 
eating yesterday. No one ate my pussy." 

"Well, let me tell all of you right now, when it comes to cuntlapping, I 
think you have it all over Irv. I mean, I don't think that curly headed 
freak can even begin to compare with you, and you eat pussy even better than 
Dianne." 

"Why don't you have a contest," Dianne suggested. "A nice, cuntlapping 
contest, with Irv matched against Phyllis." 

"So, acting the greedy bitch, huh little sister," Joyce said with a short, 
derisive laugh. "You're just trying to get someone to eat that little pussy 
of yours." 

"Oh no I'm not," Dianne said smugly, still content with what the vibrating 
dildo had done the night before. "You're the one who claims to be the 
connoisseur of pussy lapping, so you're the one who's going to supply the 
pussy, and you're the one who'll give us an ultimate opinion as to who eats 
best, Phyllis or Irv." 

"Oh no you don't," Joyce snapped. "I have absolutely no intention of 
allowing that male chauvinist pig anywhere near my tender little pussy. He's 
too quick with that cock of his." 

"Joyce, you're just a bullshitting bigmouth after all," Irv snapped somewhat 
disdainfully. "It so happens no one in the world sucks a cunt better than I 
do. Even my brother will admit that." 

"That's because you do it with such verve and gusto," Eli said. 

"That's a damn lie," Joyce insisted, tilting the bottle back again and 
taking another healthy swig of the brandy, letting a good portion of it run 
down her neck and onto her left breast. She tilted her head back one more 
time and finished the bottle, after which she theatrically tossed it into 
the far corner of the den where the thick glass bounced around without 
actually breaking on the tiled floor. "All right, all right, I'll do it, but 
I want Phyllis to go first. You'll get your chance, Irv, but first Phyllis, 
because I want to have me some nice memories to help me get through your 
oral clumsiness." 

Joyce walked around the room for a moment, then weaved her way back to the 
bar, but instead of going behind it, she hoisted her naked buttocks on top 
of it, sitting there, stark naked, with her thighs spread wide apart. She 
bared her brown furred pussy to all the others in the room, then motioned 
Irv and Phyllis to come closer. 

This suited Phyllis perfectly. They were beginning to let her join in their 
fun and games, and soon they would be taking her into their confidence, 
thrusting her. She needed their trust, well she needed the trust of three of 
them if the fourth one, Dianne, was to be dealt with. 

"Okay," Joyce was saying to the others. "Now I want you all to watch the way 
this pretty little woman does it, you especially, Irv. Maybe you'll get some 
ideas concerning technique, and I won't be bored when your turn comes. Come 
on, Phyl, do your thing." 

Laughingly, Phyllis walked over to the bar and squatted down just low 
enough, reaching between Joyce's thighs and brushing the light brown pubic 
curls with her grasping fingers. Deep down inside, she was as lewdly excited 
about performing as Irv. She was happy to have this opportunity to win the 
"friendship" of most of the quartet, and she stared straight ahead, looking 
at the rich pinkness of Joyce's slaveringly wet pussylips. The moistly pink 
pussy flesh was glittering and gleaming from behind the heavy screen of 
Joyce's pubic hair. Not wanting to waste any time, the lovely, dark-haired 
woman leaned forward and pushed her head carefully between the drunken 
lesbian's widely spread thighs, kissing the pillarly loins on both sides. 

Taking a deep breath, Phyllis reached out with her tiny pink tongue, 
stabbing it into the woman's lewdly offered vagina, working up and down in 
the musky, tasty slickness. 

"Aaaa aahhhhhhaaa annnnhhhhhhhh!" Joyce gasped out loud, her hands gripping 
the edge of the top of the bar to keep her from tumbling backward. 

Phyllis licked and tasted. It was the same as it had been the previous 
evening. The musky flavor of Joyce's cunt was tremendously arousing, making 
her own vagina become wetter and wetter, soaking the panties she was wearing 
under the dress she had found. 

Phyllis pressed her face even working her tongue harder and harder, her dark 
head twisting slowly back and forth in the deepest part of Joyce's thighs as 
her tongue slushed up and down. The brown-haired lesbian was obviously 
thrilled and filled with delight, clearly enjoying what her newest "friend" 
was doing to her cunt. Her light-brown head was arched way back, her 
fingertips gripping the edge of the bar-top to help her keep her balance, 
and Dianne was there, massaging her nipples, building sensation higher and 
higher in her teeming breasts, pinching the dark-brown nipples. 

"Ummmmmmmmmm ... mmmmmmmm ... yummmmmmmmmmmmm ... honeeeeeyyyyyyyy ... " 
Joyce crooned, "you get better with time. Come on and stick that tongue of 
yours all the way into my seething crack ... 

The heavy aroma of a woman's seething genitals began to delightfully 
permeate the entire basement room, competing with the harsh smell of 
alcohol. Eli was busy swigging from a domestic champagne bottle he had found 
behind the bar, but he wasn't too busy to watch what was happening on top of 
the bar. He pulled Dianne away from the other two, and. he began caressing 
her breasts under her striped tee shirt, feeling her again and again as he 
began getting very hot. Irv, in the meanwhile, leaning close and watching 
the way Phyllis's mouth was working in Joyce's pussy, was pressing his 
cherubic frame to hers, letting her buttocks and back feel the length of the 
cock that had fucked her the night before. He had to admit, the woman knew 
how to lap a pussy, all right. 

With her mouth planted right up against Joyce's simmering cuntlips, the 
shuddering Phyllis reached down and grabbed Irv's hands and tugged him down 
so that he was squatting, too. Then she had him slide his hands inside her 
open dress, fondling her full breasts, and Irv began pulling on and pinching 
her nipples, bringing them vibrantly to life. 

Joyce was now clearly on the edge of an orgasm. She had slammed her heels 
against the bottom of the bar, making a slow, softly whimpering sound of 
continuous wailing. It bubbled up from between her lips as Phyllis continued 
slurping and lapping between her thighs. Joyce, with her hands still 
gripping the edge of the bar, was humping her cunt forward with such 
fierceness, her pelvic bone was continually battering Phyllis's nose, and 
the latter was afraid she would have a nosebleed at any moment. Joyce's 
spasmodic jerkings drew Irv's attention, and with a wicked gleam in his eye, 
he tightened his grip on Phyllis's breasts and literally pulled her away 
from Joyce before the latter was able to peak. 

"No you don't," he said to Phyllis, squeezing her breasts and keeping her 
back, preventing her face from returning to Joyce's pussy. The pinkly 
blistering wet flesh between Joyce's thighs was puckering and sucking, 
trying to call to Phyllis to return, but Irv had no intention, of letting 
her return. 

"Damn you!" Joyce screeched at the man. "Why in the hell d-id you stop her? 
I was all set to pop off." 

"Sure thing," Irv said to her sarcastically. "Mmmm mmyyyyeeeeaahhhhhh! You'd 
come with Phyllis sucking your cunt, and then you'd lie back when I went to 
work on you all satisfied, claiming I wasn't able to turn you on in any way 
at all. Hell, I'm a lot smarter'n you give me credit for, Joyce. I'm too 
smart to fall for nonsense like that. The time has come for old Irv to get 
his licks in, especially while you're still hot, lady." 

Joyce's look of anger turned to a look of delight as she said, "So, you're 
afraid you won't put on much of a show, huh, Irv? Okay, I'll let you have 
sour chance to get me off, assuming I can stand those skinny lips of yours. 
But let me sit on the sofa and lean back and just enjoy watching you try." 

She got off the bar and padded across the room to the sofa, then sat on it, 
parting her thighs, and bringing her heels up to press against her 
asscheeks, her fingers pointing down at the saliva-wet hairy mass between 
her slender thighs. "Let's just get on with it, big mouth. Here's your fur 
burger. Enjoy!" 

With a deep grunt of satisfaction, Irv fell to his knees poking his head 
between Joyce's sodden thighs. The fact that Phyllis's saliva was all over 
Joyce didn't bother him a bit. He appeared to be very hot too, because he 
took off his own shirt, and there was a sheen of perspiration all over his 
tanned skin. 

Phyllis stood nearby, watching his curly black head work deeper between 
Joyce's thighs until his mouth was only a couple of inches from her wetly 
gaping pussy. "Come on, come on," Joyce taunted. "Afraid it'll bite you?" 

Then, as Phyllis watched, she saw Irving's long, pink tongue thrust itself 
out from between his skinny lips, and she thought it looked to be almost as 
long as a dog's tongue, and wished he had used a tongue like that inside her 
own cunt. After having lapped Joyce twice, Phyllis wondered how it would 
feel to have her own pussy lapped. Well, before this was all over; she would 
find out. She watched the curly headed man ram his long, slender tongue 
right into Joyce's wetly slavering slit, and it immediately began slithering 
up and down the full length of the pink channel. 

"Ohhhhhhh ... uuuuuuuunnnnh-hhh yyyyeeeeaaaahhhhhhhh ... " Joyce gasped, 
panting, her legs rising to lock around Irv's shuddering upper back so that 
the whole plane of her seething pussy was spread widely in front of his 
hungrily slavering mouth. A look of stunned, wild pleasure remained 
plastered on the lesbian's lovely face, and there was no doubt in Phyllis's 
mind she was intensely enjoying the way Irv's tongue was working into her. 

Joyce's rising sexual temperature was swiftly having its effect on all the 
others in the room. Eli was stripping down and he was undressing Dianne. He 
took her to the pool table, stretched her out there, and without a word 
plunged his throbbing cock into her seething body so that she was bucking 
and -bouncing uncontrollably, moving her body in time to the way her 
sister's lower half was moving as Irv's tongue continued plummeting in and 
out of the soggy hole. He sucked and slurped and licked, the sounds 
rhythmically blending with the "slup-slup" of Eli's hard cock pounding in 
and out of Dianne's cunt. 

This would have been Phyllis's chance. She should have run. She would have 
gotten out of the house before any of them were aware she was gone, but she 
was playing for much bigger stakes. Phyllis Ragan was playing for everything 
... everything, and she intended having everything. No one and nothing was 
going to get in her way. This was a game of winner-take-all, and Phyllis 
intended becoming a winner ... a big winner. 

"Unh ... aaaannnnhhhh ... oooonnnnhhhh ... ohhhhhhhhhhhhh ... you son of a 
bitch!" she gasped. "You do have a big, beautiful tongue after all," she 
cried, snorting and breathing heavily through her nostrils. "You're ... 
uuuuuunnnnhhhh going to do it! You're going to make me come! I never ... 
uuuunnnnhhhh ... going to do it! Your going to make me come! I 
never-uuuunnnnhhhh ... thought a man would do it aaaannnnhhhhhhhh ... but 
you're getting me therrrrrre ... " she gasped out loud. 

Irv had wrapped his arms around Joyce's sturdy, tanned thighs, his hands 
cupping her rounded asscheeks, and he had picked up her lush buttocks, 
squeezing them in his fingers, lifting her from the sofa seat and pulling 
her forward so that his mouth was directly over her pussy and his tongue was 
shooting straight down into the throbbing gap. His oral organ was now 
dancing maddeningly in her pussy slit, stabbing in, licking out, slurping 
around and around, flicking hard across her passion-swollen slash, touching 
her tender clitoris, driving the naked lesbian mad with thrilling lust. Once 
again she was building toward a fantastic orgasm, and just as she was all 
set to come, Irv once again interrupted her orgasm, pulling his face back, 
his cheeks sodden with her freely gushing juices. 

"Oh my God ... no ... no ... no ... " she screamed. "Get your mouth back 
there you son of a bitch bastard. I'm so close ... so close, I want to come 
... and now ..." 

Irv was pretending to be surprised. "Are you trying to tell me that a poor, 
dumb, exploitive male chauvinist pig like myself is actually able to make a 
liberated dyke like your lovely self hit the top of the rainbow?" he asked, 
innocently. 

"All right, all right you torturing son of a bitch!" the lesbian shouted. 
"You can have it your way. You're a damn champ when it comes to eating pussy 
... I admit it. Now for God's sake don't leave me this way. Make me come!" 

Irv grinned a very wide grin, then winked at Phyllis and said, "Mmmmmmmyyy 
eeeaaahhhhhh! I'll make you pop off, all right, but not the way you expect." 

"Huh? What are you talking about?" Joyce asked, her mind a confused jumble 
at the moment. But when she looked up, Irv was standing over her, removing 
his pants. He leered down at her as he dropped his pants and undershorts, 
kicking them off along with his shoes, letting Phyllis see how huge and 
mottled his red-knobbed penis had become. It looked even bigger than when he 
had pumped it into her the previous evening. It jutted menacingly from the 
fuzzy black curls of his pubic hair. 

"Hey now, none of that, none of that," Joyce gasped, her eyes wide with 
horror as she stared at the thick, meaty length of hose coming closer and 
closer to her wildly aroused vagina as the man slowly began moving forward. 

"All of this, baby," Irv told her, smiling and gloating at the same time. 
"If you wanna come you'll have to settle for my cock fitting itself into 
that tight hole of yours without any threats of castration, 'cause I ain't 
gonna let Phyllis or-anyone else touch you until you agree." 

Joyce continued repeating her frantic denials, but her smooth, tanned, 
slender thighs remained wide apart, baring her dripping pussy as fry, his 
cock sticking out in front of him, drew nearer and nearer to her. 

She seemed frozen, totally paralyzed, the simmering lust in her licentiously 
heated body now at war with the hatred she felt for the male animal. She was 
still saying no when Irv knelt between those luscious thighs and began 
working the blood-bloated tip of his massive penis into her vagina. He took 
a deep breath, cocked his hips, and shoved. Phyllis stared, her lower jaw 
hanging open in awe as the thick tan shaft, blending into the tan background 
of Joyce's thighs, began very, very slowly pushing its way into her, 
disappearing into the throbbingly cringing depths of her fleshily seething 
pussy. 

"Ummmm mmmm ... hhh aaa nnn hhh mmmmmmyyyeee aaahhh ... fucking tight ... " 
Irv gasped. "Jesus! Probably ain't really been widely opened in all the 
years it's been in existence." With a final, almost contemptuous flick of 
his hips, he solidly drove the rest of his big cock all the way to the hilt 
in Joyce's narrow vagina, his heavy weight slamming her all the way back on 
the sofa. 

"Aaaaayyyy aaaannnn gggghhhh!" Joyce screamed, writhing as if to make him 
think he was hurting her, but Phyllis watched the movement very carefully, 
and she knew, tight as Joyce probably was in there, she wanted that cock. 
Her movements were the squirmings of a lustfully aroused woman, and not a 
woman in pain. Her slender legs were tightly wrapping themselves greedily 
around Irv's burly body, pulling him closer and closer to her shamelessly 
spread loins. "All right ... " she gasped. "Come on, you mother-fucking 
bastard!" she chanted. "You finally pushed your cock into my hole ... now 
let's see just what the hell you can do with that fucking rod of yours." 

"Mmmmmyyyy eeeeaaa hhhhh! You got-it, baby," he said to her, and bracing 
himself on the tips of his toes as he squatted before her, he began pumping 
forward, fucking his cock wildly into the tightly sucking depths of the 
lesbian's body. Their grunts and moans, mixed with the slapping sound of his 
balls against her buttocks, mingled with the grunts and groans of Eli and 
Dianne on the pool table. They moved in tandem with the other couple, and 
Phyllis's head moved from one to the other, watching them fuck. It was a 
sight to behold. The two brothers fucking the two sisters, and this time 
Joyce was gratefully accepting the full length of Irv's cock in the depths 
of her pussy, but both of them knew this would be a one-time thing. Even if 
Joyce turned from homo to bi, she and Irving would not normally be together 
long enough for them to enjoy one another. Besides, if Phyllis had her way, 
not one of the four people fucking in that room was going to survive. 

Her mind was still working, and she knew this was the most receptive the 
quartet had been to her since they had kidnapped her. 

"Let's sixty-nine," Eli was gasping to the panting Dianne. "Come on, honey. 
I want to lap your pussy and have you suck my cock." 

"Uuuu nnn hhh ... no ... no ... " Dianne gasped. "That's one thing you know 
I'll never, never do. I think the ... uuuunnnhhh very idea is ... oooooohhh 
... disgusting." 

At that moment, Joyce came. It was a long, rousing climax, and the lovely 
lesbian threw her head back and howled, "AAAYYY YYYAAAIII YYYAAANNNGGG 
HHHUUUNNN GGGHHHHHH!-" and she slammed her vagina against Irv's body, 
letting her heavy vaginal juices splash out all over his groin. Irv fucked 
harder and harder, his cock more stiff than ever before, and yet he was a 
bit away from climaxing. 

"Take it out! Take it out!" Joyce begged. "I'm oversensitive at the moment 
... I can't stand it ... I can't stand it ... please ... " 

Pulling his cock out of Joyce's seething pussy, he turned and looked at 
Phyllis. Phyllis immediately understood what he wanted, and she hurriedly 
removed her clothing, leaving everything on the floor. Irv rushed to her and 
wrapped his arms around her, kissing her solidly on the mouth, his tongue 
snaking agilely into her wide-open mouth. The sharp, full tips of Phyllis's 
widely spaced breasts were jutting firmly against his chest, and the 
protruding mound of her vagina was rubbing directly against his hotly 
seething penis. Phyllis realized she wanted to be fucked this time. She no 
longer had any qualms or reservations about it. Besides, as he continued 
fucking Dianne, Eli was looking at her naked body from the corner of his 
eye. 

Wasting no time, Phyllis reached down and grasped the man's throbbing cock, 
fondling the stiff organ again and again with her squeezing fingers, 

"Tell me you want it ... " Irv gasped, intent on proving he was always the 
master when it came to a sexual relationship. 

"Yes ... yes ... yes ... " she gasped. "I want it ... I really want it ... 
yes ... fuck me ... fuck mffffff ... " 

Her words were interrupted as he became more and more wildly excited, 
flinging his solidly chubby body down on top of her warm nakedness and 
squirming between her widely outstretched legs while plunging his tongue 
into her mouth, his massively erect penis already stiff and ready for some 
definite action. The eagerly willing Phyllis responded with all the 
licentious energy in her voluptuously youthful body, hurling and thrusting 
her pelvis wantonly at the man, reaching down with her two hands and using 
her fingers to spread apart the palpitating lips of her hair-lined pussy. 
Her ripely firm breasts cushioned the man's almost hairless chest, and 
Phyllis jackknifed her knees as high as she was able, opening her wetly 
waiting pussy even wider as she used one of her hands to guide his eagerly 
erected penis into the soft moistness of her fiery, hungry pussy. 

His foray inside Joyce's hot pussy told the man even though he had 
controlled himself with Joyce, he would not be able to control himself with 
Phyllis. There was a feeling of despair in Irv knowing he was not going to 
be able to sustain this wildly exciting pace much longer. He jerked his 
throbbing cock spastically in and out of her seething pussy, feeling the 
softly clasping inner walls nurse on his throbbing organ as he became aware 
of his heatedly churning sperm beginning to gather deep inside his 
over-stimulated body. Semen was readying itself to rush through the narrow 
urethral tube of his frantically jerking penis as it embedded itself deeper 
and deeper into the welcoming depths of this thrillingly delightful woman's 
body. No sooner had the thought entered his mind than it began to happen. 
Inexorably the heatedly sticky sperm began shooting from his balls, and his 
madly pumping cock spurted more and more of it into Phyllis's cunt as he 
bellowed, "EEEEEE AAAAAA HHHAAARRR GGG HHH UUUNNNGGGHHH AAA UUU GGG HHH!" 
and fired again and again into her. His mouth clamped hers in a death grip, 
and he absorbed Phyllis's scream as she, too, peaked. Her body jerked and 
twitched and shuddered as she came. 

Finally he withdrew his cock from her body, and once again it was limply 
deflated. There was something about this woman that seemed to drain his 
balls. 

In spite of what Dianne wanted, Irv had no intention of killing Phyllis: Of 
the five people in that room, he had the strongest sense of morality, at 
least when it came to human life. Not appreciating the idea of anyone trying 
to kill him, Irv was determined not to take any other human life unless in 
self-defense. 

On the pool table, Eli was continually pounding into Dianne, but he, too, 
was looking at Phyllis, at her seemingly innocent, girlish face, and he 
envisioned that baby face with its lips wrapped around his penis. Before he 
left this house, he would see to it such a happening was accomplished. 

Dianne followed Eli's gaze, and even as she silently came she realized 
Phyllis was a far more dangerous threat to them than the police. She had to 
make certain Phyllis was removed, because Dianne already knew this, 
innocent-looking woman was a threat to the existence of all of them. 
However, before she would be able to convince the others of the danger of 
this woman, she would have to make the woman admit what was on her mind, and 
the only way to do that would be to beat it out of her. Dianne was looking 
forward to doing just that. The mere thought made her mind swim with delight 
as Eli fired into her. 

Chapter Five 

Later that same day, while her sister and the two men were upstairs, 
sleeping off the orgy they had enjoyed, Dianne came down to the basement. 
There was a look of pure hatred on her thin, drawn face as she said, "You 
think you're going to get out of this alive, don't you. Well I have news for 
you. No matter what the others decide, I've decided for my own peace of mind 
you have to die. Don't give me that innocent, little-girl look, because it 
doesn't faze me, not even a little. I've known women like you all my life, 
and one of the reasons I'm like this is to try and get away from them." 

Phyllis, who had been sitting on the sofa, looking at the small black and 
white TV set that was in the corner of the basement, said, "I don't know 
what you're talking about. I didn't come along because I wanted to. I was 
forced. You know it. You saw it. Why, you'd be like this to anyone who had 
been brought along." 

"Oh no!" Dianne told her. "That isn't true, you see. I don't distrust anyone 
else the way I distrust you. The minute I walked into that bank I had you 
spotted for a bitch. If it had been up to me, you're the one person I would 
have left behind. I'd rather have kidnapped all the others and risked having 
them see me than you. I know you, Phyllis. You're just like my mother, a 
conniver. I ran away from home because of my mother, and what's more I hated 
her. She was so sweet, so innocent, so good, and yet she was cheating on my 
father and stealing from him. If mother knew bow I felt about her she would 
have killed me. If you get the chance I know you'd kill me. I've seen your 
type before." 

"You're sick," Phyllis insisted. "You're really sick. I can't remember 
meeting anyone like you, before." 

"That's because I'm probably the only person able to see right through you. 
Get those clothes off!" 

Phyllis felt afraid and vulnerable. This one woman was very very dangerous, 
and she would have to watch her step. She, herself, must never take any 
direct action against her. 

"All right, Dianne," she nodded. "If you want me to undress again, I'll do 
it." 

"You're lucky, do you know that," Dianne told her. "If I was able to get my 
hands on some cement, I'd paste up that crack of yours so no one would ever 
be able to fuck it again. I saw the way Eli looked at you, I'll cut your 
cunt all the way up to your navel." 

"I didn't do anything to merit this," Phyllis insisted, removing her 
clothing. 

"Turn around and cross your wrists behind you," Dianne insisted. 

"Now, to make certain you don't scream," Dianne said, "I found this upstairs 
in the bathroom, and it'll make an effective gag." 

She produced a sanitary napkin still in its sterile bag, then removed it 
from the bag, and when Phyllis opened her mouth to try and shriek, she 
crammed it into the darker haired woman's mouth and used Phyllis's newly 
found brassiere to tie it in place. Then she took off her belt and proceeded 
to hit Phyllis with it, lashing her about the breasts and belly, and when 
she kicked her legs, Dianne managed to hit her between her thighs, the 
leather snapping against her clitoris, causing untold agony. Red welts 
appeared on her buttocks and back, and the perspiration dripping into the 
slightly open wounds hurt her even more. 

When Dianne stopped whipping Phyllis, it was because her arms were tired. 

"Fine!" she said, panting. "Now you can hang there until whoever brings your 
supper down unties you." 

Phyllis was in screaming pain, and she swore she would revenge herself on 
Dianne if it was the last thing she did. She hung there, slowly twirling 
left, then right, dangling with the dress tied, under her arms, cutting into 
her armpits, and the sanitary napkin jammed so far into her mouth it was 
almost strangling her. This was the last indignity Dianne would make her 
suffer. Soon it would be her turn. 

Chapter Six 

It was Eli who brought her supper down to her, and when he saw her hanging 
there, he knew who had done it to her. Just looking at her, hanging like a 
side of beef, made her look seductive to him, and he ached to just jam his 
cock into her. Instead, he let her down and untied her, taking the gag from 
her mouth. 

"Thank you," she croaked, and he brought her a glass of water from the 
bathroom. She drank it, noticing the way Eli was looking at her the whole 
time. 

It was time to get her plan going. She flaunted her body at him as she got 
to her feet and walked over to the ping pong table where he had put her tray 
.of food down. 

"Y'know," Eli said to her. "You're really something. If it wasn't for 
Dianne, I'd be throwing out propositions right an& left." 

"Oh?" Phyllis asked. "You mean you belong to her?" 

"Well, no, not exactly. We sorta have an agreement for the next few days." 

"Then what?" 

"Then we go our separate ways." 

"Well, wouldn't you like a woman who I would stay with you for as long as 
you want?" 

"Yeah," he nodded, "but there ain't no such women." 

"I might," she told him.. "I think you're a very sexy man." 

"Aw, come on, you're just saying that in the hope I'll turn you free, aren't 
you?" 

"From the moment I saw you I knew there was something special about you," 
she whispered. She wiggled her body in front of him, and her beautifully 
rounded breasts jiggled from side to side, quivering from her movements, and 
her berrylike nipples began to harden and swell under Eli's hungering gaze. 
She did a little turn in front of him, holding her arms up over her head so 
the balding man was able to get a complete view of her tautly stretched 
breasts. 

Eli wanted her, he wanted her very much. Seeing his brother luck her had 
driven him wild with desire, since he felt anything Irv possessed, he ought 
to have, as well. 

"I want you," Eli admitted. "I'm telling you right now, I want you." He 
started to step forward to gather her in his arms, but she stepped away and 
did a pirouette, letting him see all the red welts and bleeding little marks 
on her body. 

"I like you, too," she told him, still standing out of reach. "But you see 
what Dianne did to me. I'm afraid if I do let you make love to me, and she 
catches us, she'll hurt me some more." 

"She ain't gonna hurt you again," Eli promised "I'll see to that." 

"But she behaves as if she owns you," Phyllis murmured. 

"She don't own me. I own her. Dianne is cock-crazy, and I know if I stayed 
outta her sight, for any length of time she'd go crazy for a cock and maybe 
chase after my brother." 

"I suppose I shouldn't tell you this," Phyllis said to him, "but she did 
help form a threesome with me and your brother, a little earlier." 

"Yeah?" Eli asked. "What'd she do?" 

"Well," Phyllis continued, running her fingers into her pelvis and then back 
up to her belly again. "It might be a good idea if I didn't say anything 
more. I don't want to get anyone into trouble." 

Phyllis had him and she knew it. Eli was a weak-willed man, and she would be 
able to bend him to her purpose. She began moving her hips in eager little 
circles as her thumbs drew lines along her hips, her fingers slowly trailing 
across the very, very sensitive area of her now-wildly excited pubis. 
Teasingly, she thrust per pelvis out at him, letting him see the dark-brown 
curls and the pink slit underneath. Her vaginal hair was already wet with 
her running juices, and so was matted to her thighs. Her fingers dug into 
her groin, and she pulled her pussylips apart, saying; "She whipped me here, 
too. It hurts, Eli. It needs some soft caressing to soothe the pain." 

"Yeah, sure, I know just what you mean," Eli nodded. 

Phyllis pretended to look confused, but inwardly she was smiling as she 
raised her hands and cupped her breasts. The pink welts on her flesh made 
her look even more arousing to Eli. 

"I want you," Eli said, standing against the ping pong table. "I want you 
here and now." 

"Yes, I understand," she said in her little girl voice, swaying seductively 
and walking up to him, reaching out and fumbling with his belt. It took her 
a moment to complete the task because Eli was wearing a heavy belt, but she 
finally loosened it, then reached inside, her hand searching for the warm 
hardness of his throbbing penis. Her slender, delicate fingers lovingly 
wrapped themselves around the thick shaft of the cock and squeezed. A low, 
soft groan came from Eli's gasping lips, and he began involuntarily 
thrusting his own hips forward, goaded by the intense feelings that were 
beginning to course through his inflamed inner nerves. He felt as if his 
wildly pulsating penis was going to explode at any moment as the anxious 
Phyllis worked his phallus out through the zippered opening in his pants. As 
soon as his throbbing cock was standing out thickly stiff and pulsating in 
front of him, she slowly slid the palms of her hands along the solidly hard 
shaft until she was able to feel the swollen, bulb-shaped tip with her 
fingers. 

Eli was totally under her spell and groaned again, starting to tear at his 
clothing. In a few P seconds he was standing naked before her. Like his 
brother he had a slight pot belly, but it did nothing to hide his stolid 
penis. His eagerly pulsating penis was jerking upward, seemingly swelling a 
little more with each heartbeat. Unable to stand still any longer, he 
reached out and grabbed her, crushing her voluptuous young body to him. When 
he pressed his mouth tightly against her oral cave, she immediately and 
instantly thrust her tongue deep into his mouth in a wordless gesture of 
mounting passion. 

"Listen to me,", he panted, kissing her mouth. "Dianne is straight. She 
doesn't go for fancy fucking. How about you?" 

"I'll do anything you want me to," Phyllis told him. 

"W-would you be willing to suck my cock?" he asked. "God! I'd he willing to 
do anything to have you suck my cock." 

She nodded her head gently in agreement, thinking how revolting the idea 
was, yet knowing this was the only way to win Eli over to her. He had to be 
taken away from Dianne completely. This would do the trick. Phyllis was well 
aware this was a moment she ought to have dreaded, but as she thought on it, 
she realized sucking the man's cock was really such a small thing to do, 
even if the idea repulsed her. If this was all that was needed to make him 
do as she wished, then she definitely intended doing it. He seemed to be as 
competent a lover as Irv, his brother, and if so, there would be no problem 
in her reaching some satisfactory peak of her own. Suck his cock? Why the 
hell not! She would do anything to make certain Dianne was out of her hair 
once and for all. Yes, she would do it for him. She wanted to do it for him, 
because this was the first step on the road to riches. 

The two moved to the sofa and nakedly fell on it, side by side.. Eli lay 
with his bare leg thrown over the white-fleshed Phyllis, his chin nestling 
against her shoulder as their breathing intermingled. Their closeness 
excited the flesh-hungering man even more. 

Phyllis felt the burning heat from his massively throbbing penis as it lay 
across her bare thigh, feeling the way it throbbed in unison with the 
labored way the two of them were breathing. 

"Are you ready for me to suck your cock?" Phyllis asked, her voice 
whispering in his ear. The sound of her lewd question was as exciting to her 
as she knew it was to the trembling man. 

"Ohhhhhhh ... yes ... yes ... . yes ... " he moaned. "You'd better believe 
it, lady." 

Remembering the lessons Joyce had taught her, this time she worked in 
reverse, starting at the hollow of his neck and then moving her lips to his 
chest. As, she kissed her way lower, her mouth discovered his small, puffy 
masculine nipples and she began nipping very gently at them, not sure they 
would respond. She was more than pleasantly surprised to find the tiny 
nipples stiffening, enjoying the sensation of him twisting slightly at the 
sensation. She still knew very little about the male body, and realized it 
was something about which she would have to learn if she was to succeed in 
making life a pleasant thing for Phyllis Ragan. With one hand she reached 
down between them, grasping his heatedly pulsating penis between her 
clinging fingers as she worked lower and lower with her tongue licking wetly 
at his flesh. 

She remembered the sensation that had charged through Joyce's flesh when she 
had lapped the woman the previous evening, and she moved her oral organ 
lower, to the man's navel, licking inside it until she sensed his stomach 
starting to quiver and lurch beneath her. He was hairier than Irv, and 
certainly a lot hairier than Joyce. She was aware of the wiriness of his 
hairs against her lips and face as she moved lower. 

Finally she was crouched at his side, her nakedly lush body moving so that 
she was kneeling on the floor at a right angle to his body, her feet facing 
toward the ceiling as her knees rubbed the floor. Her lovely, delightfully 
girlish young face was now slowly moving over his loins as her hand 
continued pulling on his throbbing penis, gently stroking the pipelike 
flesh. back and forth, back and forth. Her wetly parted lips were mere 
inches away from the broad, spaded-shaped, lust swollen tip, and the baby 
faced girl opened her ripe lips and breathed heatedly and tenderly against 
it, allowing the hot air from her throat to flow over the moist cock-head 
with a maddening slowness. 

"Ohhhhhhh yeeeeeaaaahhhhhh ... suck it, baby, suck it, suck it!" she heard 
Eli groaning lewdly and he begged and pleaded with her to use her mouth. His 
words excited her beyond measure, and she wondered if all men were like this 
at such a time. The people back at the bank would certainly be shocked to 
see her doing such a thing, and she realized thinking about the people at 
the bank was merely her conscience, in the rear of her mind, struggling to 
revitalize itself. But Phyllis laughed at her conscience, knowing there was 
no place for her conscience in. her life, because if she listened to her 
conscience, she would shortly have no life. It was no longer a 
live-and-let-live world. It was a kill-or-be-killed world," and Phyllis had, 
no intention of being killed. 

The throbbing penis loomed before her eyes, the head swelling repeatedly, 
beckoning her to use her mouth on it, and without another thought, she 
leaned closer, letting her tongue flick out, its little pink tip coming into 
warm, wet contact with the ultra sensitive head of the throbbing penis. She 
circled her tongue about the smooth flesh, feeling, the rubberiness of the 
tip as Eli groaned and twisted below her from the cruel teasing to which her 
mouth was subjecting him. 

But Eli found himself unable to withstand what she was doing any longer. 
With a loud gasp coming from the depths of his throat, he reached down and 
tangled his stubby fingers in her short, dark hair, and holding her head 
steady, slammed his loins up with the overpowering strength of a bull. The 
dazed young bank teller was taken aback by what he was doing and she 
resisted for a brief moment, doubts running insanely and wildly through her 
confused mind, but it was too late. The heavily thick and spongy tip of his 
cock rammed between her lips, moving inside her mouth, opening her white 
teeth and resting in a pool of warm saliva in the cave of her mouth. She was 
aware of feeling his hotly pulsing rod of burning flesh rubbing the full 
length of her tongue, almost embedding itself in her gullet as it tried 
pushing into her throat. 

Closing her eyes, she strained to keep herself from choking. Sputum filled 
her clogged mouth, washing through it and bathing the heavy penis inside, as 
well as she found her lips ovalling and shaping themselves to the great 
frankfurter shape of his pulsing penis. 

"Oh my great God!" Eli gasped, shuddering. "Honey, your mouth is just like 
liquid fire," he told her, his voice a soft murmur as he began a slow, 
continuous, rhythmic undulation of his hips, starting to continually luck in 
and out of the tightness of her young, inexperienced mouth. "Make a tighter 
ring of your lips and start sucking harder," the man ordered below her, his 
voice coarse and thick with passion. 

Phyllis hurried to obey him, not understanding why, but knowing she 
definitely felt a strange excitement at what she was doing. Thrills 
continued growing in her body from the mean, debasing thought of her mouth 
being used this way by: a man who was a virtual stranger to her. She sucked 
like a hungry leech, swishing her liqueous tongue around and around with a 
vengeance, letting it cover the throbbing head continually sliding in and 
out of her pulling mouth. She sucked for the sheer joy of it now, her head 
bobbing like a buoy in a stormy sea over his upward pumping loins. There was 
a certain masochistic joy in being used, but only because she knew that in 
being used she would eventually gain the upper hand and make use of him. 
Thrills permeated her body, charging through her own swollen nipples making 
her feel wonderful thrills and exciting delight. Submissive mewls of lust 
came from the tight clamp of her lips as they locked tightly around his 
continually up-thrusting penis. She knew this man wanted to pump a full load 
of his white-hot sperm into her mouth until it flooded her gullet, and she 
was going to swallow it because by doing as much she would eventually become 
very, very wealthy. 

Eli let his glance wander over the body for the nakedly kneeling Phyllis 
Ragan, reveling in the sight of his wetly glistening penis slowly and 
repeatedly disappearing again and again into the tightness of her wildly 
sucking mouth. Her profile was turned to him because of the angle at which 
she was sucking, and her short, dark hair hung down around her cheeks, 
partially blotting the sight of her innocently girlish face from his view. 
This bothered him since he loved looking at the passionately lewd expression 
on those otherwise-innocent features. A spasm shot through his heaving body 
as her tongue-like silken flames began wrapping itself around the . 
sensitive corona of his wildly pistoning penis. He knew then he had to have 
more and more of her as his eyes anxiously and hungrily traveled over the 
delightfully ripe contours of her womanly torso as it continued to kneel on 
the floor, submissively beside the sofa. 

Reaching forward with his right hand, the balding man began passing it 
slowly across the delicate flesh of one of her smoothly rounded hips. She 
turned her body as her mouth continued sucking, enabling him to see .the 
rich dark sparseness of her curls as it clung to her pelvis, then she 
twisted back again to suck more of his penis into her mouth, and the mons 
veneris .was tucked under her again. Eli sighed, then shudderingly gasped as 
he allowed his wandering fingers to reach out and grip the roundness of her 
right buttock, after which he was able to slip his fingers gently into the 
damp crevice between her rear cheeks and then move forward, searching for 
the soft warmth of her wetly bubbling cunt. He found the goal for which. he 
was searching and eagerly probed ,with his outstretched middle finger into 
the wetly heated depths of, her churning pussy. Phyllis's body suddenly gave 
a little leap as he moved his fingers around and under her, still touching 
her cunt, probing into the tight narrowness of the wetly sucking womanly 
sheath. Nevertheless, she continued to hungrily suck at his still-swelling 
penis, her cheeks hollowing with the effort. 

Ummmmrnmmmmm! The movement of the woman's mouth on his cock was almost too 
overpowering for Eli, who had been sucked once or twice by some itinerant 
girl he had picked up, but never before so avidly. Christ! He wanted to join 
in this lewd and thrilling spectacle, but he was determined to keep his 
throbbing cock lodged in the tight depths of her sucking mouth until he 
finally shot his hot load of churning sperm deep into the narrow depths of 
her squeezing throat. Still, that shouldn't prevent a little pussy eating. 
Knowing this female's fastidiousness when it came to cleanliness, he was 
certain she had washed Irv's sperm from her cunt before Dianne had come down 
and whipped her, and as a result he was willing to bet her pussy was a 
fresh, clean culvert of musky delight. The balding man began tugging on her 
whitely rounded buttocks, lifting her thighs and bringing them around his 
head on the sofa. Phyllis looked at him from the corner of her eye, her mind 
puzzled by what he was trying to do, nevertheless keeping her lips hungrily 
clamped on the length of his throbbing cock. Finally she understood what it 
was the man wanted, and she moved her body in accordance with the way in 
which he was guiding her with a knee on either side of his head. 

Eli was ecstatic. The waft of her seeping pussy was filling him to 
overflowing with desire for her. Though Dianne had often allowed him to lap 
her, she had never performed a soixante-neuf with him, and. what was the 
good of his continually tasting her pussy if she refused to suck his cock. 
If this woman was telling the truth, then she would join him when he began 
his hippie commune, and not only would he be able to continually enjoy her, 
but he would be able to swap her for some of the female hippies that joined 
the community. Now her nakedly crouching body was directly above his staring 
face, and not only was he able to see the pinkness of her lovely vagina, but 
the tiny brown pucker of her winking anus, as well. With his arms outside 
her thighs, he reached up, and using his fingers, the man slowly began to 
separate the sparse dark curls that, because of their light quantity, did 
nothing to hide the rich pink slit of her Seething pussy. 

Carefully he slid his stubby thumbs inside her soaking pussylips and began 
to carefully spread them, causing the warm lubricant within to come coursing 
down all over the palms of his hands and his wrists. The tiny little bud of 
her swollen clitoris leaped into view, freed from its fleshy prison. He 
stared upward for a moment, relishing the helplessly exposed position of the 
naked girl above him, and then his tongue leaped out, moving like that of an 
adder, and lightly brushed against the sensitive tip of her tender clitoris. 

This was one of the things for which Phyllis had been waiting. The fact that 
she had this man's mouth on her cunt at the moment without her even having 
to urge him to do so meant she had him as her virtual slave. Her reaction 
was even greater than Eli expected. He knew Dianne reacted wildly when he 
sucked her cunt, but this woman was unbelievable. For an instant she 
appeared to freeze, and then her body began heaving up and down in gigantic 
spasms at this totally unexpected assault, and her head began jerking up and 
back. The entire long, thick shaft of his frantically throbbing cock slipped 
out of her sucking mouth with a loud "pop" as her hooded lips slipped from 
the tip of it, and he became aware of a cool rush of air hitting its 
saliva-soaked surface. She might well have leaped clear off the sofa and his 
body had his arms not been securely locked around her straining thighs. He 
hurriedly reached around her, and tangling his heavy hands once again in the 
thickness of her short, dark hair, he pressed down, forcing her lovely, 
tantalizing mouth back down over the swollen length of his massive, heated 
penile point. He shoved hard, ramming it into her gullet, making her choke 
once before she began to dutifully resume the sucking of his swollen cock. 

"Just keep doing that, damn you!" Eli gasped. "Don't stop ... not for 
anything!" 

Eli positioned her lovely hips again, and once more his seeking tongue shot 
out and caressed the rigid tininess of her pulsating clitorial button. The 
lovely Phyllis groaned and sighed with a mouthful of cock as she remained 
hovering over him, and her hips shuddered from the almost unbearable sensual 
impact of his heatedly spearing tongue. Still, she managed to keep her 
ribboned lips tightly clamped to the length of his thickly solid cock as it 
thrust deeper and deeper into the depths of her squeezing gullet. She took 
the entire length of penis inside, sucking hungrily on it, realizing to her 
utter amazement, that she actually liked sucking on it. She loved it all the 
more because the man was sliding the full length of his seeking tongue 
slowly and carefully up and down the passion-soaked crevice of her vaginal 
pit. He was an expert when it came to flicking that tongue over the 
excitedly swollen mound of her shuddering clitoris. 

"Hhhh uuu nnn ggg hhh ... uuummmggghhh!" her voice announced, muffled by the 
thick shaft of his enormous penis continually filling her mouth. 

Eli was certain he had this bitch at his mercy now. She was his to do with 
as he wished and he wished to do a lot. He started by ramming his eagerly 
and anxiously pulsating penis all the harder against the tightness of her 
narrowly ovalled lips, feeling the bulbous tip push into the narrowness of 
her tight gullet again and again. She struggled to keep from strangling on 
the thickness of it, but she continued to excitedly suck the organ. Hot 
waves of incredible passion continued flowing through the length of his 
chubby body from the staunch pike that was his fiery cock. It was heated 
almost beyond endurance at this point in the volcano-like depths of her 
narrowly sucking mouth. 

He drew his tongue back and away from the pinkness of her simmering vaginal 
lips for an instant, looking at the petal-like opening. Her labia were wet 
now, sodden with both, his own saliva and the naturally oily lubrication 
that continued flowing from deep inside her as her passion continued 
mounting. Her hips were still revolving, moving lower and lower, her hot 
cunt pressing firmly against his face in search of more lewd, oral caresses 
when once again his spearing tongue shot out like that of an iguana, this 
time lancing far, far into the heatedly bubbling depths of her continually 
gushing vagina. 

"Aaaaauuuummmmphhhh!" 

The sound came bubbling out from the tight seal of Phyllis's lips as they 
remained solidly wrapped around the swollen pole Of the man's thrusting 
penis. Now she began moving quickly, lifting her hips high above the man's 
face, letting her pussy hang there for a moment, then crashing down wildly, 
trying to drive the white-hot spear of his lancing tongue all the deeper 
into her palpitating depths. She began a wild grunting motion, pressing her 
vaginal wetness solidly against the man's sweat soaked, cunt-oiled face. Her 
hands slipped under his thighs and she sought and finally found his swollen 
testicles, cupping them in her hands, then kneading them in an abandoned 
frenzy. All the while her mouth continued sucking harder and harder. He 
became aware of the sharp edges of her teeth scraping maddeningly against 
the ultra-sensitive underside of his throbbing penis as he continued driving 
it relentlessly again and again straight up into her face. 

Something had to give at this pace, and this time it was Phyllis who yielded 
first. Eli sensed the initial series of wild convulsions as they began to 
wrack her lust-tortured, youthful feminine torso. Incoherently muffled cries 
escaped from the depths of her cock-filled mouth, and she rammed her cunt 
down even harder against the merciless tongue that continued stabbing wildly 
into the depths of her quivering pussy from below. Her fingers began closing 
spasmodically over the swell of his aching scrotum, and at the same time her 
mouth began working more and more wildly as her tongue lapped around and 
around his solid maypole of flesh. 

Then she came. 

"AAAA UUUU WWWW GGG LLL MMM PHHH AAAGGGMMMLLL ... 000MMM PHHH AAAA WWWW 
AAAAMMMGGG ... LLLMMMPHHHHHHH!" 

That was the moment when he felt his own orgasm beginning. 

"AAAAWWWWAAAA MMMMPHHHH AAAWWWUUUPHHHAAAWWW UUURRRBBB LLL MMM PHHH UUU MMM 
QGG LLL MMM MMM MMM!" he bellowed, his voice totally muffled by the pressure 
of her seething cuntlips. 

Great swirls of burning heat continued building in the flooded depths of 
Eli's balls as she sucked strongly, blindly, her mouth automatically 
pulling. He felt tiny rivulets of dripping perspiration rolling from the 
sides of her nakedly shuddering young body as she bucked on top of him like 
a demon gone mad. The muscles of his belly tightened until he was certain 
they would snap from the strong pressure as he arched his back off the sofa, 
pushing his cock even further between the soft, warm moistness of her 
sucking lips. He felt the thin ridges of flesh pulling out from her mouth as 
they clung hungrily to the length of his constantly thrusting penis He 
screamed again and again, his mouth working hungrily and crazily, releasing 
incoherent mutterings, spitting them out from between his clenched teeth as 
he gasped, totally out of breath. The moment of emission was there, and he 
had no more breath left with which to yell. There was a deep, guttural growl 
in his chest, strongly muffled by the pressure of her warm pussy flesh 
pressing down firmly against his contorted face, and. he sensed the burning 
semen begin its mad dash from the sanctity of his testicles and start 
spewing into Phyllis's gluttonously sucking mouth. 

The dark-haired woman's cheeks expanded and then hollowed, working fishlike 
as she greedily swallowed the warm flooding gushes of Eli's sperm to keep 
from choking. She continued hungrily drinking not understanding why, but 
realizing she wanted more and more of the gummy seed to wash down her 
throat. His hands had reached down and were now almost cruelly entangled in 
her hair, forcing her head to press against his throbbing loins as he pushed 
the spewing instrument all the way down to her tonsils. She coughed 
sporadically as she swallowed, trying to recapture her breath. He moaned his 
last and grunted finally in complete fulfillment. Little by little his 
throbbing cock deflated in her mouth, but she continued her gentle sucking, 
drawing every last drop of the white-hot sperm from his battered penis. 

Then there was nothing left to suck. 

"Touching! Very touching," Dianne said, coming down the stairs at the other 
end of the room. She was carrying the gun she had used during the bank 
holdup. 

"Hey, what is this?" Eli asked. 

"I don't like the idea of my man being taken away from me by a two-bit whore 
of a bitch!" Dianne insisted. "The only way to do something about it is to 
get rid of the competition." 

"You're crazy," Eli said, standing up as Phyllis got to her feet. "You know 
your sister and Irv are against this, just as I am." 

"My sister and Irv are a little more nervy than we are. They went to town to 
take in a movie. We're here all alone for the next two hours: I would have 
been down here sooner, but I had to go and dig a grave in the backyard. 
It'll be deep enough so no one will ever find the bitch." 

"Hey now, you cut that out," Eli insisted, nakedly padding over to where she 
was standing, his body between Dianne and Phyllis, who knew this was the 
moment of truth between the two of them. One of them would not survive, and 
if Phyllis did manage to win out, she would win over the others, as well. 

"Eli," Dianne snapped, "get out of the way and let me finish her, now. When 
the others get back, we'll say she ran away. It's just about time for us to 
get going, anyway." 

"Don't let her kill me, Eli," Phyllis begged. "You liked what we did, just 
now. I can do it lots more times. She'll never do it for you. She just said 
she wants to separate and leave you. Make her leave us alone, and I'll stay 
with you." 

"No you don't, you bitch!" Joyce snarled. "I'm going to blow a hole right 
through that 

left nipple of yours." 

Eli was standing right near Dianne now, and he reached out with his hand and 
grabbed the gun. Dianne struggled with him, and the two of them fought with 
the pistol still in Dianne's grip. Eli twisted her arm around behind her, 
with the muzzle of the gun pointing into Dianne's spine, telling her, "Let 
go of the gun, damn you!" 

"No!" she shrieked. "If this is the way you want it, I'll kill you, too. 
There'll be that much more of the money for me. I know where you have your 
share put away." 

That was when the gun went off. It was a loud, noisy boom, and the bullet 
severed Dianne's spinal column and then tore through her heart. Without 
realizing what had hit her, the skinny, girl fell to the. floor, dead. 

"My God!" Eli gasped. "What'd we do?" 

"Eli, Eli," Phyllis whispered, coming over and comforting him. "We didn't do 
anything. She did it. She killed herself." 

"But her sister'll never believe it. The bullet hole's in her back. She'll 
think I killed her for the money." 

"Do you know where she put her share of the money?" 

"Yes," Eli nodded. "Upstairs in one of the kitchen cabinets, inside some 
kettle or other." 

"Take it, put it with your share. Then we'll wrap her in a sheet and bury 
her in the backyard, in the hole she dug for me." 

"But what'll we tell her sister?" Eli asked. 

"She and her sister were going to separate after tonight, anyway. We'll say 
she went off. We can bury her clothing with her, and no one will ever know." 

"God!" Eli gasped, "I feel like it's my fault." 

"Would you feel better if she had shot me?" Phyllis asked. 

"No!" Eli admitted. "I didn't want to see anyone killed." 

"It was her or us," Phyllis told him. "If she had shot me, she might very 
well have killed you because you were a witness to the shooting. She's the 
kind who, once she starts killing, she wouldn't be able to stop." 

"Yeah, yeah, you're right," Eli nodded. "All right, let's bury her, 
quickly." 

Totally naked, the two went out in the bitter cold, carrying the 
sheet-wrapped body of Dianne, and put her in the hole she had dug for 
Phyllis, then covered her up, scattering dead twigs on top. 

Chapter Seven 

The one obstacle Phyllis had feared was gone now. she would be able to make 
definite plans. She knew everything would have to be completed by the 
following day, and when Eli wasn't looking, she picked up the pistol Dianne 
had dropped and hid it behind the bar. Eli had taken Dianne's share of the 
money and had put it with his, hiding it behind the boiler in the large room 
where Phyllis remained as a prisoner. 

Eli went upstairs and waited for Joyce and Irv to return. When they did, 
two-and-a-half hours later, he babbled out a wild story about Dianne being 
disgusted with waiting for the heat to die down, and taking her share of the 
money and immediately leaving. Irv, who really didn't care one way or the 
other, bought the story, but Joyce didn't. 

While Eli and Irv remained upstairs, she came down to speak to Phyllis, who 
was once again dressed. She asked, "Did my sister really leave here?" 

"Of course," Phyllis replied. "At least I think she did. I was down here the 
entire time." 

"It just isn't like Dianne to take off so suddenly," Joyce insisted. "I have 
the feeling something's wrong here. Besides, Dianne was all in favor of 
killing you, and I can't see her just walking out without talking it over 
with all three of us at least one more time." 

"She sure wasn't going to talk it over with me," Phyllis told. her. "She had 
her mind made up, already." 

"I suppose she did," Joyce nodded, "which is another reason for me to be 
suspicious about all this. Also, I found this in Dianne's bedroom, and she 
would certainly have not left with this still in the house." - 

Joyce was holding up the dildo Dianne had used on herself when fingering 
Irv's ass as Irv had fucked her. 

"I-I don't know anything about that," Phyllis insisted. 

"Irv and I went town to catch a movie. All they had was one of those 
triple-x-rated jobs at the local movie theater. It got me all hot and 
bothered. We'll discuss Joyce some more after we have some fun, but for now, 
suppose you strip down." 

Phyllis was mildly apprehensive of Joyce. With Dianne gone, she was now the 
most dangerous person to her in the house. The two men she would be able to 
handle easily enough. As long as she had the one commodity both of them 
wanted-cunt-she had nothing to fear from the two brothers. 

Phyllis undressed again, and at Joyce's command, Lay down on the velvet pool 
table. Joyce wasted no time, kneeling On the pool table herself and grabbing 
both of Phyllis's breasts. 

Fear of Joyce at this point prevented Phyllis. from totally enjoying 
herself. Female arms captured her, holding her, and a hand was running 
shiveringly down her back, moving to her narrow waist, then continuing on 
down over her ripely rounded hips and- contoured buttocks. Joyce's throaty 
voice was whispering in her ear, "Don't fight me, Phyllis. You know damn 
well I can make it good for you." 

Joyce's knowing hand was already soothing her. It was wondrously gentle, a 
sure, knowing caress somehow feeling so good, so wonderful, so restfully 
tingly and nice. There was never any animalistic pawing and kneading with 
Joyce. All Phyllis felt was the electric contact of Joyce's delicately 
stroking fingers as the other woman curled her body firmly against hers. 
Joyce's tee shirt covered breasts were pressing into her own naked back, the 
warmth of her belly in close contact all the way down to where her 
denim-covered pussy mound was in heated contact with Phyllis's naked 
buttocks. Then a firm, slender, but unmanicured finger worked its way over 
his ribcage until it clasped a full, silken-skinned breast with the gentle 
knowledge at her command, working at the pink-hued nipple, causing it to 
rise, harden, and sensate. 

There was now in Phyllis an overwhelming, burning desire to perform with 
Joyce, but at no time must she let the other woman know of her lusts. It 
must always appear as if Joyce was seducing her to her way of thinking. By 
doing things this way, Phyllis felt she was controlling the situation. 

Inwardly smiling to herself, she acted as if she were fighting against 
herself, letting a cry muffle itself in her throat as she pretended to try 
and get off the pool table, acting as if all this was too much for her. 
"No," she said, knowing this would really get to Joyce. "I really shouldn't 
let this happen ... it's wrong ... it's so perverse ... 

"Now you just relax," Joyce told her. "Relax and take it easy. You know darn 
well, you enjoyed what we did the last time, but this time I'll make it even 
better for you, because this time I promise to make you come." 

The more experienced lesbian clung tenaciously to Phyllis, turning the 
darker haired girl to face her, tightly clamping her own lithe form to that 
of Phyllis, her small, rounded paps solidly mashing very firmly against that 
of the other female's nakedly sensitive mounds. Her hungrily salacious mouth 
sought, and finally found, the tenderly soft lips belonging to Phyllis, and 
she pressed against her lips with a strong, passionate kiss, her tongue 
sliding out slowly, gently, gradually, twirling in highly sensuous circles, 
rimming the lips of the captive bank teller with sensation-producing saliva, 
yet not kissing hard, not making undue demands. Meanwhile her hands busily 
tantalized Phyllis's lusciously delectable torso, playing over her perfectly 
sculpted womanly contours, her fingers moving like a swarm of insects 
transmitting her own flaming, burning inner need, thereby causing 
uncontrollable slashing urges to sear deeply through the dark-haired girl's 
already aroused loins. 

Phyllis enjoyed playing the total innocent. It kept Joyce completely 
off-guard, and, it would keep the two men off-guard, as well. She was 
behaving as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth as she received the lusting 
kiss from Joyce. Prior to having been kidnapped, if a woman had kissed 
Phyllis this way, Phyllis would have been disgusted and revolted by it. But 
now, after learning what sex and love, all kinds of love,, were all about, 
her heart began pounding and beating heavily in her breast, and she 
automatically responded. She was already feeling certain overpowering 
thrills inside her, generated by the delectable femaleness of the other 
woman's body. So she turned and touched Joyce's shoulder, suddenly realizing 
it was bare, and that somehow, while she had been caressing and loving 
Phyllis, Joyce had undressed herself on the pool table, kicking all her 
clothing to the floor. The'. tan, smoothly velvet flesh of the beautiful 
lesbian began getting Phyllis all the more heated up. 

"Here honey," Joyce invited, touching one of her breasts. "Feel this!" 

Hesitant, but unable to, resist even if she wanted, Phyllis reached out to 
touch and fondle the roundness of the other woman's passionately heaving, 
bobbling breasts, her eyes watching as if spellbound as the nipples 
continued swelling and enlarging to delightful erection. She was aware of a 
tremoring shudder passing through Joyce's slender body, and she realized she 
was becoming quite good at the handling of a woman's breasts. Joyce had 
enjoyed her tonguing the first time, but she had not reacted nearly so 
violently to her fingering. This time it was different. Phyllis was getting 
a valuable education which she was certain would serve her quite well in 
years to come. A weak sigh shuddered through the lovely lesbian, and Phyllis 
became aware she was indeed a bi-sexual girl because she was now vividly 
aroused at the sight and touch of Joyce's smooth body. 

With a trembling moan', Phyllis leaned forward and sought Joyce's lips. 
Their mouths were welded together, the two tongues moving in and out very 
hungrily as their hands became busy on one another's bodies, caressing each 
other's nakedness-Joyce with the sure knowledge of experience, and Phyllis, 
still learning, still the pupil, still taking everything in. Her hands 
explored here and there as the flaming lusts continued raging higher and 
higher in her trembling loins. 

The beautiful captive bank teller moaned with what appeared to be utter and 
complete helplessness, groaning in total wanton despair as she appeared to 
once again attempt to fight against her inwardly feral and depraved 
cravings, but losing. She broke the moist contact of their mouths, pulling 
herself away from Joyce as she murmured in a low voice across the short 
distance between the two ,of them, doing her best not to look in the 
smoldering eyes of the lesbian. 

"I almost feel as if I were cheating on all men by doing this," she gasped. 

"Oh come on now," Joyce said to her, her tinkling laugh filling the basement 
room. "How can you call this cheating?" 

"Well it does feel like it." 

"Not really, darling," Joyce insisted. "This is, after all, bye between two 
females. Now if you were married and you made bye to another man, that would 
be cheating. Since you aren't even married, you can't be cheating on 
anyone." 

Phyllis shrugged, pretending she didn't know what to believe, as if she were 
completely unsure of what, exactly, she ought to believe. "I.. uhhhhhh ... 
don't know," she finally said aloud. "There's some kind of principle 
involved here ... 

"To hell with any kind of principle in life," Joyce told her, merely 
reaffirming what Phyllis had so fervidly come to believe in the past two 
days. "You like what I'm doing to you. You liked it the first time, even 
though I admit I was selfish enough not to make you come. But this time 
things'!! be different." 

"Oh?" 

"If that clod Irv can make you come so strongly, it'll be up to me to prove 
to you a woman can do just as good a job on you and make you climax just as 
strongly." 

"So far, all you've done is talk about it and make me work on you," Phyllis 
told her. 

"Well now, we're going to have to make up for that," Joyce insisted. "Aren't 
we. I think you'll find that when I'm through with you, even if you aren't a 
pure female lover the way I am, you'll find it as much fun being AC- DC." 

Reaching over boldly, the lesbianic Joyce tugged at the rounded fullness of 
Phyllis's tantalizingly quivering thighs and rounded buttocks. Her seeking 
hand moved between their two bodies, seeking, and finally finding the pink 
cleft of vagina under the dark-brown fur, and without hesitation she dipped 
a finger into the moistly aroused opening. She found the womanly well more 
than amply lubricated-definite telltale evidence of Phyllis's wanton 
arousal. Then the finger moved on to find the erectly protruding clitoris. 
It was hard, very hard, and throbbingly taut, and Joyce began gently 
stroking it ever-so-lightly, stroking the fires of Phyllis's passion into 
white-hot desire. 

Phyllis was aware of the other woman beginning to slowly move, slithering 
down her body as she rolled her very, gently onto her back, her hungry mouth 
busily and passionately kissing the fullness of her pulsating, throbbing 
breasts. Then Joyce began fucking them, moving the tantalizing little 
nubbins in and out of her sucking mouth very quickly as she maintained a 
constantly exciting and arousing pressure. The throbbingly erotic thrills 
charged. through the helpless female bank cashier with an uncontrollably 
merciless insistence. Even if she had really been resisting, Phyllis would 
have found herself bucking against her will. She was unable to control her 
movements, and her round hips began a regulating countermovement to the 
strongly sinuous stroking finger in her vagina, and she knew she was once 
more the supposedly hapless victim of the lesbianic Joyce. She had succumbed 
again, just as she had succumbed the first time, though she was doing it 
willingly, even if Joyce didn't know it. Sex had became a very important 
part of her life, and even though she was unable to control herself when no 
one was titillating her, the moment someone began physically arousing her, 
she had to have satisfaction. 

Ummmmmmmmm ... yessssssss! It was so good. Joyce really knew what, she was 
doing. 

Now Phyllis felt those hungrily avid female lips moving down, down, down, 
over her ribs, across the flatness of her belly, the agile tongue dipping 
into the well of her navel, teasing and tantalizing her as she had done with 
Joyce the previous evening. Then gentle, insistent hands were spreading her 
slender thighs, exposing her palpitatingly needful pussy to the lewd gaze of 
the other woman. She became very acutely aware that Joyce's lovely face was 
peering at her own from between her thighs, looking through the valley of 
her swollen breasts, and now the knowing hands were moving on the smooth, 
softly velvet flesh of her wetly defenseless pussy. 

Then the hungry mouth was pressing solidly against, and kissing her thighs, 
her hips, her abdomen, and the inner sides of her tantalizing white loins, 
gradually working up to her heatedly pulsating pussy. 

Then that mouth began driving Phyllis wild with thrillingly feverish 
anticipation. She knew now that Joyce was going to do to her what she had 
made Phyllis do to her own body the previous night. She was curious to see 
if Joyce was better at eating pussy than Eli. 

Then the mouth was kissing her tantalizing thighs even closer to her vagina, 
and just before Joyce's lips reached that seat of eternal fire, what was 
left of Phyllis's conscience once more nagged at her, causing all kinds of 
disquieting thoughts to charge through her mind. 

Then the heated tongue was down there, and Joyce was now hungrily lapping 
and licking, her tantalizing tongue rubbing between her sodden vaginal lips, 
attacking the swell of her tender clitoris, sending the most wonderfully 
erotic sensations to her chattering brain. Phyllis knew that cuntlapping was 
indeed one of the two ultimate sensations in life. Fucking was the other. 
There was no other sensation comparable in this life-or the next, for that 
matter. This was the most rapturously delightful and sensational delight she 
had ever experienced. When it came to lapping, Joyce had Eli beaten, hands 
down. Too bad she would never find out if Dianne's tongue was as good as 
Joyce claimed. It would have been interesting to find out. She wanted to 
shriek out her lustful enjoyment, but even now she knew she had to appear as 
if she were still resisting and slowly being won over once and for all to 
Joyce's way of thinking. So instead of gasping out how much she loved it, 
she merely whimpered, "Ohhhhhhh n-o-o-o0-0-0 ... no ... no ... no ... this 
is all wrong ... ." 

The working mouth paused for an instant, but the lovely Phyllis knew she 
didn't want it to really stop. Sounds reached her ears as if from a long, 
long way off. She heard, and yet she seemed almost unable to hear as her 
senses reeled. It was Joyce's voice from down there, between her widespread 
thighs, saying, "Just relax and let me do for you what you did for me, 
yesterday." 

"I can't ... I just can't let you," the helpless Phyllis whined, knowing her 
refusal would egg Joyce on. "This is all so unnatural ... "But you can't 
deny that you like it," Joyce countered, certain she had total control over 
Phyllis, never realizing she was doing precisely what Phyllis wanted. Once 
again she dropped her hungering mouth to the seething moist flesh of the 
helpless woman's widespread pussy, her tongue probing this time into the 
heated liqueous depths, searing into the clutching vaginal opening, moving 
in and out, in and out to the rhythm already set by Phyllis's automatically 
grinding hips. The swooping tongue flicked in and out, in and out with the 
measured regularity of a tiny penis. 

Phyllis wanted to resist a little longer, but knew fighting this would only 
drive her crazy. No matter how much she wanted to make Joyce work at the 
seduction, the time had come for her to surrender. If she didn't climax 
shortly, she would go completely out of her mind. Throwing all reason 
completely to the four winds at this point, conscious only of the thrilling 
static sensations that raced through her nakedly upturned, shuddering loins, 
she cried out depravedly, "All right ... all right ... yesssssss ... 
yesssssssssss ... do it ... do it." 

"So you've finally come around to my way of thinking again?" Joyce asked. 
"Tell me, do you want me to keep this up until you finally have your 
climax?" 

"Ohhhhhhhhh ... you know it!" Phyllis replied. 

"Well then, seeing as how you know how to lick as well as can be licked, 
suppose you and I reach the top of the rainbow together." 

"How? Tell me? I'll do it," Phyllis agreed, though she already had an 
inkling what, Joyce was leading up to, having sixty-nined with Eli, 
.earlier. 

"Remember how you lapped my pussy?" 

"Yes, yes, I remember it," she nodded. 

"Good! Now's the time for the two of us to lap away at each other's vaginas. 
Remember, all you have to do to me is what you did last night, while I go on 
doing the same thing to you." 

Swiftly, hurriedly, the lesbian girl began shifting her position, swinging 
herself around so she was able to straddle Phyllis's face. 

Phyllis smiled and acted startled to create the impression all this was 
still relatively new to her. Looking up, she realized she was salivating as 
she saw the heated wetness of the brown-haired girl's furry pussy hanging 
some scant inches directly above her face. From the angle she was also able 
to see the brown crinkled ring of the other woman's anus as it winked at 
her, as if letting her know precisely what she had to do. Yes, she. had to 
do it! But her mind had accepted this right from the first time ,she had 
lapped Joyce's pussy. She wondered how she had become so meretricious and 
decided she didn't care any longer, but that she was happy that things had 
worked out this way. 

With a wantonly rotating wiggle of her rounded hips, Joyce lowered herself 
so her vagina pressed itself against the sucking mouth of the woman below 
her. If Phyllis's past ability was any indication of what she was capable of 
doing, then this was going to be one great sixty-nine session. 

Phyllis's initial impulse was to do nothing and let the other woman believe 
she had to be coaxed. But the pressure of Joyce's. vagina against her mouth 
was almost suffocating, and for an instant she actually felt trapped. Then 
there was the direct contact of Joyce's tongue with the quivering stem of 
her own extended clitoris, eliciting a long moan of sexual surrender from 
the depths of her chest as her head fell back and the cunt moved with her. 
She gasped, her mouth gaping widely open, and instinctively her face pressed 
up into the heated feminine furrow directly above her. Without even thinking 
about it this time, her tongue slithered out, probing experimentally, 
finally finding the tiny pellet surrounded as it was by the pink frenulum 
within the trough of hair-rimmed, blood-engorged flesh. 

She found herself enjoying the heady, pungently tasteful flavor of the other 
woman's pussy, just as she had enjoyed it the first time. She licked slowly 
at first, and then became more and more bold, more orally dexterous, 
lapping, then sucking, doing as she had done the first time, and as Joyce 
was doing now. Every now and again she took her tongue from the throbbing 
bud and lanced it directly into the wetly clutching vaginal opening. Finally 
she established a lewd rhythmic motion to match the other woman's licking 
and sucking of her own vagina. 

Together, the two slurped loudly, and. they began spiraling to greater and 
more enjoyable heights of sensation, soaring toward their orgasmic releases 
as tongues licked and slashed in and out of the throbbing, pulsating 
pussies, their moving hands grasping, their open mouths widely gasping, 
making all kinds of little panting sighs of mutual lesbianic ecstasy. 

Thus intertwined, their heads pushing into one another's loins, both giving 
and receiving a series of exquisitely erotic thrills and sensations, the two 
women finally came to the apogee of their sexual culminations. 

It began for Phyllis first-a long, shivering, vellicating convulsion of her 
quivering body, causing her entire lower half to jerk up and down 
spasmodically with overpowering wave after wave of surging orgasm spreading 
like flowing lava throughout her entire body. It was a symphonic, rhapsodic, 
melodic mlange of thrilling sensation sweeping over her and charging 
through her, leaving her at the top of the world. 

Meanwhile, above her, Joyce continued to violently thrust her quivering 
loins straight down into the other woman's lovely doll-pretty face with 
continual wild abandon. Seconds later, she also reached the apex of her 
lust, feeling rapturous ecstasy bursting through her entire body. 

When it was over, and Joyce had rolled off Phyllis's body, she said, "That 
was terrific, Phyllis. Too bad I can't convince you to come with me and 
spend some of this money. We'd have ourselves one heck of a ball, together." 

"Sorry," Phyllis told her. "But I have a job to return to." 

"You really are a square. Tell me, Phyllis, did Dianne really pack up and 
leave?" 

"I ... uhhhhhhhh ... don't want to talk about it, Joyce. Dianne wasn't the 
only one who threatened to kill me." 

"What are you talking about?" Joyce asked, as the two of them got dressed. 

"Well," Dianne came down here with a gun, and she was going to shoot me. Eli 
stopped her. He made her march back upstairs, and I heard Dianne saying 
something about having dug a grave for me out in the backyard. Then there 
was a lot of arguing and quarreling, and then I heard a shot I heard some 
movement after that, as if someone was carrying something really heavy out 
to the backyard. Then, after awhile, Eli came down and warned me not to say 
anything to you when he told you Dianne had left, or he would shoot me." 

"He did, huh!" Joyce said, her face darkening with anger. 

"Joyce, don't do anything foolish. You know if you do anything to Eli then 
Irv will probably get you." 

"Unless I get him first," Joyce muttered. 

"You can't just shoot them and leave them around," Phyllis said to her. 

"I know that," Joyce replied. "But there's an easier way. Not too far from 
here there's a swamp. Look, I'll make you a deal. You don't. have to do 
anything except help me when I ask you to. This isn't your fight, but if you 
do help me, I'll let you go tonight. I mean, I don't expect you to hurt 
anyone. What I do want you to do is tire out those two brothers. Fair 
enough?" 

"I guess," Phyllis nodded, inwardly smiling. It was working. 

Chapter Eight 

Phyllis didn't even bother getting dressed, this time. She waited down in 
the basement as Joyce went upstairs with a bottle of Chiva Regal she had 
found on top of the bar, conveniently placed there by Phyllis. If things 
worked out well, this. would be ,the last time she would have to have 
anything to do with these people, sexually or otherwise. 

An hour passed, during which time she heard the men laughing drunkenly 
upstairs. Then there was the tread of footsteps, and all three of them came 
downstairs. Joyce said, "Seems the two brothers want to fuck you jointly, 
Phyl. Afterward, we've agreed we're going to leave here. Instead of tying 
you up, we'll take you with us and let you out about ten miles from nowhere, 
and by the time you get to the police, we'll be long gone." She winked at 
Phyllis. 

"Mmmmm yyyy eeee aaaa hhhh!" Irv nodded. "Now come on baby and give me and 
my brother some of that pussy of yours." 

Before Phyllis, had an opportunity to respond, Irv lunged forward and 
grabbed the startled young woman by. her naked shoulders, pulling her 
roughly to him. He kissed her solidly on the mouth, grinding his hips 
licentiously against her naked pelvis. 

Sliding his dark hands along Phyllis's slender thighs, he moved them higher, 
reaching for the fullness of her rounded breasts, squeezing them firmly, 
massaging them and palpating her swollen nipples. Though she felt inwardly 
thrilled at being taken on by two men at once, Phyllis had to pretend to be 
embarrassed. 

"We gonna use the couch or the ping pong table?" Eli asked as ,he 
nonchalantly began removing his clothing. 

"What the hell, the pool table is the best thing in this room to use," Irv 
insisted. "That soft velvet is the best thing for her back. After all, we 
don't want to hurt her." 

"You're right," Eli nodded as Irv hugged Phyllis even more tightly to him. 

"Come on," Phyllis said, knowing objections only spurred the men on. 
"Haven't I been through enough already?" 

"Take it easy, take it easy," Irv said to her. "I'm going to make certain 
you're a very happy woman.". 

"I don't think there's a single thing either of you can do to me that you 
haven't done already," Phyllis snapped, curtly. 

"You're wrong," Irv insisted. "There .are a number of things we can do to 
you. For instance, have you ever been fucked in the ass?" 

"Good heavens, no!" 

"I thought not. Well that's one thing you're gonna experience, Phyl-baby." 

"Big deal!" she snorted. "So you'll cause me a little more pain." 

"You're wrong," Irv told her. "Oh it'll hurt in the beginning, but a good 
ass-fuck is the greatest thing for having another way. of coming. What's 
more, that's only half of it. Have you ever been fucked by two men at once?" 

"What?" Phyllis asked. 

"Ah, I have your interest, I see," he laughed, and proceeded to push his 
finger into the narrowly tight depths of her vaginal canal, letting the soft 
inner lining wrap itself around his finger. He rotated his finger deeper and 
deeper inside her, forcing it to sink farther into her, and Phyllis felt a 
combination of thrills and wetness with each passing moment. She clenched 
her vagina all the more tightly around his finger, enjoying the thrust of 
it, but pretending she was doing her best to keep him from penetrating her. 

"Are you serious?" she gasped. "How can two men fuck me at the same time?" 
she wanted to know, morbidly curious and anxious to discover how it might be 
done. Then the .thought came to her that this. was precisely what Eli and 
Irv intended doing to her. They were going to simultaneously make use Of her 
body. The novelty of the idea appealed to her, but she had to pretend to be 
afraid to enhance it all-the more for the two men. 

Her unprepared vaginal flesh was still a bit wet with the salivary 
secretions of Joyce, but she began relaxing now and allowing herself to 
enjoy the movement of Irv's finger: Little by little she was relaxing her 
clenched thighs, feeling her interior getting wetter and wetter, and the 
oiliness eased the curly haired man's continual entry into her. She 
trembled, hating herself for being submissive to these people, but it was 
the only way to achieve her objective. In a little while the nightmare would 
come to an end. 

"Ahhhhhhh ... yesssss ... that's more like it, mmmyyyeeeaaahhh," Irv nodded 
as he sensed the way her tight vagina slowly relaxed. The secretions inside 
her were totally inundating his finger, and he spoke up, saying, "Mmm mmm 
yyy eee aaa hhh! That's what I like about you, Phyllis. You know better than 
to struggle with us. You just go along with what we wanna do, and it'll be 
easier for all of us. Eli and I are sure gonna miss you after tonight. It 
isn't often we find a broad as sexy as you. Believe me, the two of us are 
really appreciative of your lovely body. All this means a heck of a lot to 
the two of us. We'll always have fond memories?" 

He jammed his finger even deeper and harder, making the baby faced woman 
jump, startling her and catching her completely off-guard. He was pushing 
the top Of his finger into her cervical opening, as if attempting to widen 
it, and the pressure hurt Phyllis more than a little. 

"Hey, take it nice and easy, Phyl," Irv said to her. "You just keep yourself 
nice and calm while Eli and I are with you. This isn't gonna last too much 
longer, but the faster you please us, the faster all this is gonna come to 
an end, because everything hinges on the pleasure we're gonna get from you, 
honey." 

"You boys enjoy her," Joyce told them. "I'm going to get my things together 
and remove any trace of our having been in this house. When we leave, we 
won't want anyone to know we've been here. I'll bring the car around front, 
then I'll wait upstairs. When the three of you are finished, come on up, 
we'll close up the house, and we can go right out to the car. I'll have it 
warmed up. No use our having to get into a cold car." 

"Good idea," Irv nodded. "You're using your head, Joyce. Y'know, you're some 
kinda broad, even if you are a dyke. Too bad we couldn't form a closer 
attachment. We might've had ourselves one helluva good time." 

"We might've," Joyce admitted. "This isn't the time to think about what we 
might or might not do. I'll see you three when you come out to the car." 

She hurried up the stairs,. and the two men proceeded to remove their 
clothing, letting Phyllis once again notice how much alike their two bodies 
looked. Though Eli was slightly shorter than Irv, he was Shaped the exact 
same way, and his penis was precisely the same length and width. Even the 
penile heads were the same mottled red. Both penises were solid and rampant, 
and Phyllis was amazed Eli had the stamina for another go-round considering 
the soixante-neuf they had enjoyed, earlier. 

The two men were now taking turns feeling her swollen breasts and fingering 
her soft, smooth pussy, causing, her to feel hotter and hotter with each 
passing moment. Though she was irritated that the brothers were treating her 
with such a lack of care, it didn't stop her from, feeling any the more 
excited. Blazing fire shimmered tantalizingly through her white torso, 
making her lovely flesh turn rosy as it tingled with growing lust. 

Phyllis realized it was more than sex that was driving her. She felt the 
compulsion, the need to see these men and the woman dead. What excited her 
the most was the thought that she would be the one to kill Joyce. It made 
her hotter than the proverbial two dollar pistol. 

She felt all aroused and quivery from the roots of her hair to the soles of 
her feet, and little by little she had to force herself not to think of 
these men in terms of dead meat, even though the idea of copulating with two 
men who would shortly die seemed to thrill and excite her even more. She 
opened her eyes and looked at their genitalia, hoping to take her mind off 
what was going to happen in the future. The mere sight of a naked erection 
was enough to cause fires to flare up in her inner being, incinerating her 
entire interior repeatedly. Their way of humiliating and shaming her had 
aroused them, and seeing how aroused they were, she, herself became even 
more aroused. 

Her lust filled brain was suddenly jolted out of the insane mental center it 
was in when Irv produce the Chivas Regal bottle and made her take a small 
sip of the scotch. Phyllis was never really able to hold her liquor well, 
and the little drink she took was all she needed to stop thinking about the 
morbid things that were going to happen very shortly. At that moment, Irv 
threw her flat on the pool table, and then hurled his body on top of hers. 

"She just about ready?" Eli asked, feeling more than a little impatient. 

The balding, shorter man was staring licentiously at the dark-brown-haired 
woman's nakedly vulnerable body as it lay beneath the firm, straddling 
thighs of his brother on top of the green pool table. This was one pool 
table that had seen more action in the past twenty-four hours than those in 
a billiard hall. 

"Mmmmmm yyyy eee aaa hhh!" Irv said to his brother as he rolled off 
Phyllis's lithe young body. "She's all yours now, brother." Then he turned 
to Phyllis and he said to the girl, "Mmmm yyy eee aaa hhh ... Phyl-baby, I 
want you to be real nice to my brother Eli, here, because he's going to 
start giving you the special treat I have in mind for you." 

Eli climbed up on the billiard table and stood above Phyllis, towering like 
some sort of chubby colossus, looking down at her supine and helpless body 
as she nakedly lay there. His thick lipped curled back in an obscene sneer 
as he stared down at her, ogling her whitely helpless and vulnerable 
nakedness. He stood there, swaying between her ankles for a brief instant, 
betraying the obvious fact that he'd had a lot more to drink than was good 
for him, obviously egged on by Joyce. His monstrously long penis, hard and 
sinewy, looked even more sturdy and solid as. the swollen length of it 
jerked up and down, twitching excitedly in his stubby hand. Bending down, 
Eli took a softly pliant hip in each of his grasping hands and gently rolled 
the horizontal girl over on her belly. Not that she intended resisting, but 
Phyllis knew better than to even dream of resisting at this particular 
moment. Sober, Eli was easy. for her to handle, but drunk, he might very 
well be mean., The sip of scotch she had taken had numbed her mind, and she 
found it somewhat difficult to move of her own volition, at least for the 
moment. The effect of the liquor ought to wear, off long before it was time 
for them to leave. Instead of moving in any way, she merely lay there, 
totally inert, waiting for her licentious sexual ravishment to begin. All 
the while, small gasps of desire and lust continued escaping from the 
interior of her panting mouth. Her solidly firm and rounded moonlike 
asscheeks began lightly quivering somewhat, and the staring eyes of Eli 
focused on them, gazing lustfully at the two whitely shimmering cheeks of 
gluteal flesh. Grabbing both of Phyllis's ankles with his heavy pair of 
hands, the gasping man tugged the rounded mounds as far apart as possible. 
Her soft thighs opened wide, revealing, once again, the inner pinkness 
barely covered by the sparse hairs on her labia. 

"Huuunnnggghhh ... " she gasped, realizing they intended for Eli to 
penetrate her rectum with that thick organ of his. "Oh no!" she sobbed. "Not 
back there ... don't do it back there ... " she pleaded in a slightly 
slurred voice because of the scotch. The alcohol in her bloodstream, for a 
very short period of time anyway, had her woozy, and her tremblingly naked 
and helpless body writhed futilely and a hopeless gesture of real resistance 
for the first time since she was with these people. She clawed .at the green 
velvet of the pool table as if. trying to crawl beneath it. 

"Hey, Irv," Eli called out. "Come over here and hold her down for me," he 
drunkenly pleaded to his chubby, curly haired brother who was standing 
excitedly by, anxiously looking at everything taking place. Irv instantly 
walked over and climbed onto the pool table, as well, kneeling beside the 
prone form of Phyllis Ragan, pressing his hands firmly into the small of her 
back, pushing her flat belly solidly against the green baize. Phyllis, for 
some unaccountable reason, knowing it was hopeless, struggled anyway for a 
short period of time, and then she lay perfectly still, her body shivering 
and quaking with heavy rending sobs of horror and terror. Continuous moans 
kept on pouring from her gasping mouth. 

Oh boy! Phyllis thought, the actual implication of what was about to take 
place dawning on her, slowly but certainly beginning to penetrate her more 
than slightly befogged mind at this point. Eli was definitely not interested 
in her vagina, as he had been, earlier. He was definitely looking at virgin 
territory-the prune like pucker of her anus. Even though the men had been 
seriously talking about poking their penises into her rectum, she hadn't 
believed them until now. Who in his right mind would attempt to slam his 
throbbing cock into such a tiny, narrow tunnel? Having fellated Eli, she 
understood now why men enjoyed having their cocks sucked. That made a lot of 
sense. But it made no sense to Phyllis at all to think this man actually 
wished to attempt cramming what in her mind seemed like some monstrously 
thick barber pole into the tender narrow straits of her quivering anus. All 
this had to be some deranged pornographic fantasy. Besides, her mind was so 
far gone, she was unable to conceive of anyone wanting to cause pain to her. 

Phyllis wondered if the man was aware of the fact he might actually tear her 
apart if he tried forcing that massive length of cock into her rectal 
channel. Eli was leering down at the trembling body of the girl, his hands 
gripping the soft and delicious white mounds of her buttocks. He harshly 
squeezed them, making Phyllis clench them together. He spat on his penis, 
rubbing the saliva all over the organ, then used his thumbs to pull apart 
her asscheeks. Pressing his swollen prick against her asscheeks, he slid it 
up and down the damp crevice until the burgeoning tip rested against the 
tiny, pulsating ring which he had massaged with a little of her pussy oil, 
to make it glisten, as well. Without a word, he mercilessly bore down on 
her, forcing his swollenly bloated penile point cruelly forward into her 
tightly resisting anal sphincter. 

"Ohhhhhh ... uhhhhhhhh ... n-o-o-o-o-o0-0 ... " Phyllis gasped, but he 
continued pushing, forcing his thick penis slowly into the tightly clenched 
depths of her narrow rectum. Never before had she experienced such agony. 

"Stay calm," Irv told her, "and the pain'll go away in a flash." 

Tears once again spilled from the tiny bowls of her eyes. Inwardly she was 
swearing vengeance, knowing this was the last sexual pleasure these men 
would have, because in a little while they would soon be dead. 

Clutching Phyllis's hips, he yanked her to her knees, bending her abused 
body forward unmercifully so she was on her elbows and knees as he pumped 
into her rear, painfully stretching her rectal interior. He slammed his cock 
all the way forward, sinking it to the hilt, then began moving it back and 
forth, forcing her rectum to adjust to his breadth. Irv was getting 
impatient now, and he told his brother, "Turn her on her side so I can join 
this party." 

Phyllis gasped, feeling her two channels seemingly stretch endlessly. Oh 
God! It hurt terribly, yet it was such a lovely hurt. She was beginning to 
enjoy it, after all. 

Irv lost no time in matching the pounding beat of his brother, fucking into 
her cunt as Eli fucked into her rectum. He rammed his groin repeatedly into 
hers, knifing his throbbing cock into her cunt as Eli continued pushing his 
penis into her rear-end. 

Phyllis began to feel her nakedly tingling flesh wildly ripple, and the 
heated nerve endings in her pulsating body became flaringly alive as 
pulsations of unrealized lust began to swell into overpowering waves of 
thrilling passion, sweeping through her with the force of a whirling 
cyclone. 

A high tidal wave of rapture was slamming into the depths of her flaring 
body, and the thrilling new delights mingled with the sharply wrenching pain 
as the latter continued diminishing. The moving penises inside her built 
thrilling excitement in her tender body higher and higher. Her mind was 
completely clear now as the effect of the scotch wore off, and her entire 
young form shook with barbaric passion, and with a deep groan of utter and 
total surrender, she permitted her body to accept the totally irresistible 
forces of lust. Her penis-ravaged body continued twisting and wriggling as 
she felt greater and greater thrills ravage her flashing self as she moved 
delightedly between the two males whose penises were fucking deep into the 
sucking vortexes of her trembling body. A raging whirlpool of utter 
sensation churned and twisted from the depths of her innermost self, and her 
loins slammed backward eagerly and anxiously to meet the brutally pounding 
penis pushing into her rectum. Then she slammed forward, thrilling to the 
solid stab of Irv's spearing cock as it clogged her narrow vaginal tunnel to 
the utmost.. 

Phyllis undulated and wriggled insanely, moving between the two pounding 
men. Each movement built the thrills a little higher in her trembling, 
aching body, making her feel more and more ecstasy with the bestial rapture 
she was enjoying. 

"Mmmmmmyyyyyeeeeeaaaaahhhhh oooh d'you feel it?" Irv asked, sensing the 
enlarging of her vaginal interior, signaling she was close to her orgasm. 

Before she was able to answer, the climax charged through her shivering 
body, first through the nerve-endings in her behind, then in the tunnel of 
her narrow cunt, and the two thrilling sensations met head-on, somewhere in 
her trembling belly. 

Finally it was over. For a brief while they lay there on the pool table, and 
then rose to get dressed. 

"You still gonna come with me?" Eli asked her. 

"Certainly," Phyllis nodded. "I don't want to be let out in the middle of 
nowhere." 

Chapter Nine 

It worked out precisely as Phyllis expected. Joyce was already behind the 
wheel of the car when the three of them came out of the house after cleaning 
away all traces of their ever having been there. Phyllis had stolen a coat 
from one of the closets, and in the right hand pocket of the coat she had 
slipped Joyce's revolver. The safety catch was off, and she knew, all she 
had to do was point the gun and shoot. 

"Hey, what's going on?" Eli asked. 

"Mmmmmyyyyyeeeeeaaaa aahh hhhh!" was all Irv got out before Joyce took the 
gun she had hidden under the car seat and fired point blank at both of them, 
killing them instantly. 

Phyllis wasted no time, knowing Joyce would turn the gun on her next. While 
Joyce had been emptying her gun into the two brothers, she slipped Dianne's 
gun from the overcoat and fired once, putting a bullet in Joyce's brain. It 
was over. 

Getting out of the car, she pulled the bodies, one at a time out of the car, 
dragged them to the bog, and let them sink into the mire, after making 
certain she'd taken all the money. Then she slid into the driver's seat and 
backed out of the swamp, and waited until daylight. When the car radio told 
her it was nine-o'clock, she drove to the nearest town where there were four 
different banks, and she rented a safe deposit box in each one of them under 
a different name, and then divided the money equally into each box. 

Leaving the car and the overcoat she had stolen on a side street, wearing 
the clothing she had found in the basement of the house, she staggered to 
the nearby police station and identified herself and then proceeded to 
supposedly pass out. 

For the next three days Phyllis was the center of attention. Reporters from 
every paper in the state were flocking around her, asking her all kinds of 
questions. Her story was very simple. 

The four bank robbers had blindfolded her with a woolen cap pulled down over 
her eyes. They had driven to some pre-arranged hideout and remained there 
for twenty-four hours to make certain they hadn't been followed. Then they 
divided up the money, drove Phyllis to the nearby swamp, then took off, 
letting her walk to town, knowing by the time she got there they would be 
gone. 

Phyllis knew she had to resume her old routine to avert any possible 
suspicion away from her. She was aware the police were no dummies and they 
would be watching her, to make sure her story checked out in every way. 

So she returned to the bank and resumed her duties as cashier, knowing that 
sometime in the next couple of years she would be all but forgotten, and she 
would be able to begin putting the money into ten-percent savings 
certificates in various assumed names. 

But she wasn't back at the bank a month before there was another holdup. 
This time two men with no women pulled the heist, and though they took a 
substantial amount of money, they seemed to know immediately that Phyllis 
was the hostage they wanted. 

It wasn't until they were speeding away in the car that they pulled off 
their hats and pulled down their collars, and the older of the two men said, 
"My name is Alvin. This is my brother, Richard. We'd like to know what 
really happened to our two older brothers. You see, we don't buy that crap 
you handed the press about their taking off after letting you out in a swamp 
somewhere. Irv and Eli were supposed to pick us up, too. We were gonna form 
an investment company with Irv, but he never showed up, and honey, we're 
taking you to a place where we guarantee you'll tell us what really 
happened." 

Phyllis, outwardly frightened, inwardly smiled, wondering how many more men 
would be foolish enough to take her as a hostage when they robbed the bank, 
for even as they spoke to her, she knew their eyes were looking over her 
body. Finally she sighed and said, "Of course, gentlemen, of course. You can 
depend on me to tell you the real story." Her eyes glittered and she smiled. 
Here would be two more victims. 


End
