Her Master Of Pain
by Everett Avery


FOREWORD 

Liz cried out in ecstasy as the blow fell. The deliciously painful lick of 
the lash raced through her bare buttocks to her boiling loins. She shivered 
and moaned, her enticing bottom quivering erotically to John Kraft's eyes. 

"I knew you would like it," he whispered softly, the passion and desire in 
his voice filling the room despite his quiet tone. "Almost everyone has a 
secret passion to be whipped and disciplined if it is done gently!" 

She turned her head, straining to see him. Her eyes were moist with tears of 
pain and pleasure. "Again, again," she gasped, her voice thick and urgent 
with need. "Please, please, hit me again!" 

He laughed softly and traced a path along her pulsating spine with the tip 
of the leather tool. She groaned as she felt the warm, pleasing contact of 
the leather and her body shook involuntarily as the sensual caress 
continued. 

Slowly Kraft raised his arm and gave the handle of the-whip a sharp flick of 
his wrist. The long, wicked tip snaked out and smacked her bare bottom 
loudly. She screamed softly as the wonderful, aching delight seared her warm 
flesh. Again he whirled the whip around his head and brought it down on her 
just hard enough to hurt but gently enough not to cause damage. 

She bucked and shook with every blow and moaned in a rhythmic chant as the 
powerful weapon continued to assault her moist, trembling body. A churning, 
liquid warmth was racing through her loins and she ached to have more and 
more contact with the delightful tool. 

"I'm getting so turned on," she gasped hungrily, wiggling her soft, precious 
bottom at him. "It's getting me hot for you, John! Getting me very hot for 
you!" 

He could see her perfect young body quivering and yearning for him and he 
increased the amount of power he put into each lash. He wanted the girl to 
be dying for him before he took her! He wanted her to be thinking of nothing 
else but his hard, strong prick. 

"This whip is nothing," he laughed, wildly. "Nothing compared to what is 
coming next!" 

 CHAPTER ONE 

John Philip Kraft cradled the container of coffee gratefully in his hands. 
He stared out into the blinding snow that covered the bridge in a blanket of 
white despite the earliness of the season. He blinked a couple of times to 
get the flakes out of his eyes and rubbed his hands against the soothing 
warmth of the steaming container. 

"Bloody weather," he cursed under his breath. He shook his head and blew out 
a thick, cloudy breath of air. "Why does it always go wrong on nights like 
this," he complained to no one in particular. 

He had been waiting for five hours now and still Lyter had not shown. He was 
over fours hours late and that was bad. Lyter prided himself on being 
prompt. If he was late, something had gone wrong. Kraft didn't like to think 
about that. 

He stared at the two policemen with him. They were huddled into their heavy 
overcoats, obviously more concerned with their comfort than the urgency of 
the situation. He did not know why he had to have them along, they couldn't 
prevent anything anyway. If something was going to happen, something was 
going to happen. There was no getting around that. The Director was mad if 
he thought otherwise. 

"Still no sign, huh," the younger cop said to him. He was the one who had 
brought him the coffee and he now peered into the mixture of white against 
black along with Kraft. "Maybe he won't come tonight," he ventured 
hopefully. 

It was plain to see that the young man had no idea of the seriousness of 
this event. He had probably just been told to protect Kraft in the case of 
trouble. He more than likely didn't even know who they were waiting for or 
why. That was good, but annoying because he could not help Kraft get through 
the tension of waiting. 

"He'll be here," Kraft said grimly. He sipped the coffee and sighed deeply. 
"He's running and he's frightened. He has to come, he has no other place to 
go, now. He'll be here." 

His voice rose a bit and Kraft had to tell himself to calm down. It's 
nobody's fault, he thought. Lyter must have spilled everything to that bitch 
of a mistress he kept. The one that loved being tied up "o much. That whore, 
Kraft thought as anger and hatred was building in him. She's the one behind 
it, he was sure of it. 

He looked around the bridge and smiled grimly to himself. It was strange 
that one could actually be in a foreign land right in the middle of 
Manhattan. Here he was on one side of the Fifty-ninth Street bridge, at a 
little past four a.m. on a Sunday morning and on the other side, a man was 
running for his life and might as well be halfway around the world for all 
the safety the big, American city gave him. He could only pray that. Lyter 
kept his cool when he made his last contact. 

Kraft cursed the cold and the weather and the Director and almost anything 
else he could think of for the hundredth time that night. He took a long sip 
of the coffee and wished he had brought some whiskey to warm it with. He 
grit his teeth and promised himself he would deal with Lyter's mistress 
later. 

For him the waiting was always the worst part of an assignment. The 
nerve-wrecking, boring endless time spent sitting in cramped, hidden spaces 
or standing on windy, freezing bridges urging the hours to go by while you 
had to curb your impatience and remain absolutely alert at the same time. He 
had known a few that it didn't bother one bit, but they were dull, limited 
people to whom the more mundane and mindless a task the better they liked 
it. 

It was totally different with Kraft. He could never shift papers and mark 
time. He had to be doing something all the waking hours of the day. He 
dreaded what was in store for him later on, when he could no longer do the 
work and would have to get out. It was something that he forced way back in 
the depths of his mind. A vision of the future he refused to see. 

"Lyter, you are a fool," he hissed into the cold, whistling wind. "You broke 
every rule in the book with that woman and now you're paying for it. God 
help you if you don't make it across this bridge soon!" 

Kraft turned from the tiny window of the small cubicle and the police were 
standing in. It was the only way he knew to calm down. If he kept staring 
out at the empty bridge he knew he would lose control and that was one thing 
he couldn't afford to do right now. 

He stared at the cops, playing the old game of trying to figure them out by 
the way they looked, talked and moved their bodies. The older cop was 
actually only a couple of years older than the younger one, but he obviously 
had command and took himself very seriously. He spoke in sharp, clipped 
sentences that wasted no words or thoughts at all. He had the look of a man 
who could stand there all night and the rest of the next day if need be. He 
was patient. A man used to and resigned to waiting. 

The younger one was more lively and anxious. He was totally dedicated to his 
job but he wanted to get ahead as quickly as possible. He did everything to 
please the older cop that he could. He was trying to make points but it 
wasn't working. He would learn, thought Kraft. Time would take the starch 
and freshness out of him. He would find out that nothing but time got you 
anywhere. 

"Someone's coming," the younger one whispered urgently. He was pointing out 
the window into the swirling black and white. "There, do you see him?" 

Kraft nodded, blinking his eyes, recognizing Lyter's bright red coat under 
the dim light at the other end of the bridge. "It's him," he growled softly. 
"Now play it light, Alec, play it light," he whispered, urging the other man 
on. "No mistakes, please!" 

They watched intently as the other man continued talking to the people on 
the far side. Kraft saw in the distance, Lyter nodding then walking slowly 
away from the two men. He kept a measured, easy pace and was doing 
everything he should to pretend nothing was wrong. He's going to make it, 
Kraft thought, his heart rising in his throat. The damn fool is going to 
pull it off. 

Lyter was about two hundred feet from the other men when Kraft heard the 
ringing of a telephone on the other end. One of the two men answered it. 
Lyter had frozen in place. There was excited conversation at the far end of 
the bridge. 

"Move it, Alec," Kraft groaned, fighting to keep from shouting at the man. 
"Don't just stand there you fool, walk, walk!" 

Lyter heard a shout behind him and Kraft moaned in despair as the man began 
to run toward his end of the bridge. His footsteps were muffled by the snow 
covering the bridge and he was slipping and sliding wildly as he raced 
toward Kraft's end of the bridge. 

Kraft grit his teeth, frozen in place as he saw three men kneeling behind 
Lyter. There was a quiet, almost unheard trio of coughs that traveled 
through the air from the other end of the bridge and Lyter went down in a 
heap. 

"That's it," Kraft said, shaking his head. He turned from the window, 
ignoring the men from the other end who were heading toward Lyter lying face 
down in the snow. "Come on, we've been here too long as it is," he said to 
the cops. 

Kraft took the subway over to Queens, changing his route often enough to 
throw off anyone that followed him. It did not really matter much, but he 
had to get to the woman before anyone else. 

Her name was Greta and she was a tall, blonde Swedish woman. She was a model 
and quite attractive. One couldn't fault Lyter for being enraptured by her 
beauty. She opened the door and Kraft shoved his way into the apartment. She 
stepped back and ran her eyes up and down his rather disheveled body. He put 
on this suit, that hadn't been cleaned in weeks anyway, (more than thirty 
hours before) and he knew what he looked like but he didn't give a damn. 

"Don't say a word," he growled at her. "Not one word if you know what is 
good for you!" 

She nodded, a sudden fear in her eyes. She was wearing a long, flowing 
nightgown that in certain places was sheer enough for him to see her creamy, 
smooth flesh beneath. He took her by the arm and shoved her on to the bed in 
the center of the small studio she rented. 

She sat down, glaring at him, but shivering visibly. "It's good that you're 
afraid," he said softly as he searched through the closet, taking down some 
of Lyter's ties from the coat hanger they dangled from. "It's wise to be a 
little worried at these moments, it curbs people's anger." 

He came over to her and forced her on her back. He made a slip knot in all 
four of the ties and looped one over her wrists and ankles. She made a brief 
struggle as he tied her wrist' to the bed post. 

"What are you going to do now, scream," he sneered, tying her other wrist 
tightly to the next post. "I don't think your neighbors will think much of 
that, now will they?" 

She fought just a little more, it seemed to Kraft that it was more for her 
own pleasure than to truly get free. Quickly he lashed her legs to the posts 
at the bottom of her bed and then stood back to view his work. She was bound 
tightly to the four posts, her arms and legs spread wide apart. 

"Now we shall see what we shall see," he chuckled happily. He reached down 
and ran his fingertips over her warm, quivering cheek. She sighed at the 
contact and shivered involuntarily. Already the racing urge was churning in 
her loins and he could feel her trembling in anticipation as he slithered 
his hand down over her nightgown. 

He pressed down hard against her large, round breasts that stood proud on 
her chest even as she lay flat on the bed. He slid his palm over the dark 
points of her nipples and felt them digging into his flesh. Slowly his hand 
traveled downward over her firm, flat stomach. He could feel her flesh 
rippling beneath his hand as he worked his way over her belly and felt the 
growing heat of her pussy as he neared her pubic mound. The dark, thick 
patch of hair that covered her luscious cave was visible through the sheer 
gown and Kraft felt his cock tingling as he cupped his palm over the 
pulsating hillock and rubbed it gently up and down. 

The dampness of her flowing womb soaked through the sheer material of her 
nightie and his hard, rough palm was soon slippery and wet with her creamy 
juice of pleasure. He felt her hot, trembling inner thighs quaking against 
his working fingers and he reached out and pinched one luscious limb hard 
with his thumb and forefinger. 

She groaned as the tiny pain shot through her and he laughed cruelly. 
"That's just a sample," he said gruffly. "I intend to whip you now," he 
explained. "You obviously need a little discipline and punishment and I'm 
going to give it to you!" 

He ran his hand back up to the top of her gown and curled his fingers around 
the flimsy garment. With one fluid stroke he ripped the nightie from her 
body, exposing her smooth, creamy flesh to his eager eyes. He was thankful 
that he would be able to enjoy this as he stared down at her lovely body. It 
would be much more pleasant that way. 

"What... what are you going to do to me," she stammered, the fear creeping 
into her voice mixing with the obvious hunger that she had. "What are you 
going to do?" 

He reached down and unbuckled his belt, pulling it from the loops on his 
pants with a loud, slippery smack. He doubled it over and gave it a wicked 
sounding snap. He grinned at her and let the belt dangle from his hand. 

"You've been a very bad girl, Greta," he said as if speaking to a child. "A 
very bad girl that must be punished." 

He draped the thick, wide belt over her belly and gently slithered it along 
her quivering flesh. She sighed softly as she felt the cool, rough texture 
of the leather caressing her skin. She groaned in desire and her body 
undulated, erotically, responding to the tickling journey the belt was 
taking over her moist, smooth flesh. 

"Ahhhh, that feels nice," she cooed, pursing her lips and fluttering them 
sensuously at Kraft. "I love the touch of leather on my skin. It is so 
strong and powerful! It is such a comfort!" 

He grunted and drew the belt down along her inner thighs to the tips of her 
toes. "You'll more than love this tool's kiss then," he assured her. 

He lifted his arm in the air and she stiffened like a board. It whistled 
cruelly as he brought it down across her naked thighs with a loud, ringing 
smack that was joined by her scream of pain as the blow landed. 

She shivered violently and watched as his arm went up again and feel once 
more, the tip of the belt nipping at her belly. She cried out and shook 
uncontrollably, the first stinging, ripping impact of the lash fading now 
into the intense pleasure she was feeling under the cold, calculated blows. 

"You have been bad, haven't you Greta," he said quietly, slashing her 
breasts with the belt in a nasty, flicking gesture. "You have been very bad, 
haven't you?" 

She arched her body up to meet his next blow and groaned loudly, nodding her 
head. "Yes, yes, yes," she gasped, her breath tight and labored under her 
building passion. "I've been terrible, terrible! Oh, God, I need to be 
punished! I need to be disciplined! Strike me, strike me, strike me!" 

Over and over he laid the belt upon her writhing body. She screamed and 
moaned, each time rising up to meet the forceful attack. The belt cracked 
and smacked loudly as he assaulted her and her flesh was soon a bright 
cherry red. The sweat poured from her body and her pussy was pouring out a 
thin, steady river of love juice. He could see her fevered mound throbbing 
wildly and the round, thick nub of her clit was firm and erect, pulsating 
with every stroke of the belt that he took. 

"Bitch, whore, slut," he cried as he swung the belt down again and again, 
smashing and lashing her thighs and belly and breasts. "You worthless pig, 
you slimy cunt! Scream you whore, scream!" 

If the people next to her apartment had not been used to her they would have 
all been shaking in their beds. She howled and cried out in ecstasy each 
time she felt the cruel love of the belt cracking against her warm, pounding 
flesh. She bucked and strained against the tightly drawn ties that held her 
firmly to the bed. 

"I love it, I love it," she moaned, tossing her pretty, thick blonde hair 
from side to side. "I feel it in my cunt! My cunt is on fire! Oh, God, hurt 
me, fuck me, hurt me!" 

Kraft was breathing heavily as he stepped back a bit from the bed. His chest 
hurt from his labored breathing and his prick was hard as a steel rod now. 
He stared at her undulating body, her thick, damp cunt hair glistening in 
the pale glow of the lamp light, soaked with the creamy fluid of her loins. 

He found the top button to his shirt and quickly undressed, tossing his 
rumpled clothing in a heap on a chair. He stood over her, his prick standing 
straight out in front of him, throbbing powerfully with the aching need that 
was boiling in his loins. 

"Beg me to love you, whore," he ordered, his voice cold and harsh. "I want 
to hear you pleading for my cock! Beg you slut, beg me now!" 

"Please, please give me your prick," she moaned, her voice thick with a real 
urgency and need that was no longer playacting. "Oh, God, I'm such a whore, 
such a pig but please, please fuck me, Kraft! Please, I beg you, fuck me 
hard right now!" 

He reached down and ran his fingertips around one, quivering breast. He 
squeezed the big, spongy globe in his grip and felt a ripple of pleasure 
going though her as she moaned in delight. He ran his ran over the hard, 
thick nipple and pinched it between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it 
back and forth until she was gasping in pleasure, thrusting her. tits up 
against his hand as much as she could. 

"Oooo, that's so good," she sighed, shivering uncontrollably as the urgent, 
flaming lust tore through her throbbing pussy. "Ahhh, I love it when you do 
that! I love it, love it, love it!" 

He kneaded and massaged her wondrous mounds, tugging and pulling on her 
creamy flesh, feeling the swift, aching beat of her heart beneath her warm, 
spongy flesh. Gently he rippled his fingers over her strong, firm stomach 
and soft, moist belly. He curled her thick, blonde pubic hair in his fingers 
and tugged teasingly on her damp strands. She sighed with anticipation and 
her cunt was trembling wildly as his digits approached her magnificent 
mound. 

"What a hot little slut you are," he laughed wickedly. "Your cunt is already 
on fire for my touch. Don't worry, slut, I'll take care of you!" 

His fingers danced around the edge of her thick, moist clit, tapping at the 
huge nugget playfully. She moaned and thrust her pussy against his hand, 
yearning for his caress. Tenderly he took the sweet button between his thumb 
and forefinger and rolled it back and forth until it seemed she was consumed 
by the pleasure she was receiving and could take no more. 

She bucked and rolled, yelling out in pain and greed as the tight grip of 
the ties dug into her bound flesh. Her cunt was throbbing wildly and the 
creamy juice that poured from her womb had covered her thighs and pussy with 
a thin coat of liquid wanting. 

"Ohhh, God, Kraft. God," she cried out loudly, bucking her pussy hard 
against his teasing hand. "Give me your hard love! Give me your hard love 
right now!" 

"Whore, bitch, pig," he spat out, his voice a vicious hiss. "I'll give you 
pain is what I'll give you, damn slut!" 

He caught her fluttering, swollen cunt lips in his fingers and pinched them 
so hard that she screamed in agony. Roughly he slid his hand up and down 
between the slippery petals of love. Her pussy sucked hard on the riding 
limb, trying desperately to force him to drive at least one finger to the 
depths of her tortured womb. 

He slid his nails along her hot, trembling inner thighs and her flesh felt 
on fire with desire. The smooth, luscious limbs responded willingly to his 
attention and she was trying to close them against his hand as he rode his 
fingers up and down along her fevered skin. 

She was bucking and rocking from side to side, her body aching for more and 
more of his attention. She moaned and gasped, thrusting her pussy against 
his palm, crying out in pleasure as she felt the fingers slithering along 
the cleft between her quaking cunt petals. The delicious folds of flesh 
grasped hungrily as the riding digits and he laughed as they tried to pull 
his fingers into her. 

He turned and stared down at her, a cruel sneer on his face. "You want my 
cock, don't you bitch," he growled. "Even though you don't deserve it!" 

She nodded wildly. "Yes, yes, please," she groaned. "I know I'm shit! I am 
lower than a pig but I need your prick, I need it now!" 

He chuckled softly and neared her mouth with his hard, waving prong. "Then 
suck on it for awhile, whore," he said, pushing the fat, engorged head to 
her willing lips. "Suck it good and I just might give it to you!" 

Eagerly she ran her tongue over his hard, throbbing head. He moaned in 
delight as he felt her moist, pink tongue slithering over his piss slit, 
slapping playfully at the aching tip. She tickled the rim of his helmet and 
lathered more of his huge member as he pushed it closer to her hungry mouth. 
Gently she nipped at his tortured meat, sinking her lovely, white teeth into 
his flesh and dragging them along the length of his pounding shaft. 

"That's it, pig, keep it up," he moaned quietly, gently rocking from side to 
side on his heels, swaying with the eager attention of her hungry mouth. 
"Now you're doing it, now you're doing it right!" 

Gleefully she ran her kissing mouth under his hard, thick ball sack and 
kissed the taut, hot flesh with her succulent lips. He shivered in delight 
when she opened her mouth and sucked the dangling container into her mouth, 
locking her perfect teeth around the thick bag. She flicked her tongue 
against his aching nuts, sending the two stones flying back and forth in her 
precious, warm mouth. She tugged on the bag with her imprisoning lips and 
hummed a soft tune, sending powerful and intense vibrations of passion 
careening through his loins. 

He dropped his head to her creamy, elegant neck and ran his mouth down to 
her jiggling mounds. He was bent painfully over but he was able to snake his 
tongue out between the luscious globes and kiss them greedily. She moaned 
softly, bobbing her head up and down on his balls, sucking and licking them 
fiercely. He caught a single nipple between his teeth and slashed at it 
cruelly with his rough, determined tongue. He sucked on the sweet tasting 
stone, enjoying the luscious moistness of the thick nugget. 

She yelped with pleasure and pain as he chewed hungrily on her quaking 
globes. His teeth nibbled and sucked a greedy path over her creamy, warm 
flesh and she gasped with anxious need as he began to work his way down over 
her damp, trembling belly. His tongue slithered around the rim of her navel, 
flicking out at the sweet indentation. She bucked uncontrollably as she felt 
his Ups moving tenderly through her wet, thick pubic hair, catching the 
strands in his teeth and tugging on them lovingly. 

"Oooo, my pussy needs your mouth," she moaned loudly. "I need your mouth on 
my cunt right now!" 

She jerked her tightly bound body upward, straining and sobbing as the ties 
held her to the bed. She shivered in ecstasy as she felt his lips slithering 
over her trembling clit, kissing it lovingly as he moved them back and forth 
across the tip of the thick, erect button. 

"Take my cock, whore," he commanded harshly, shaking his crotch against her 
sucking mouth. "Take my God damn cock in your mouth right now!" 

Willingly she spat out his balls and worked her way back up the length of 
his hard manhood once again. She kissed and licked his hot, burning flesh, 
feeling the thrilling power of his pounding blood and boiling desire racing 
through his long, massive member as it throbbed against her pliant lips. 

When she reached the head of his huge meat she kissed it lovingly and then 
made a wide oval with her mouth and sucked the fat, engorged head between 
her teeth, locking them firmly around the rim of his helmet, sucking hard on 
the trapped tip. 

"Ahhh, that's more like it, bitch," he moaned in satisfaction. "That's what 
a worthless pig and whore like you should be doing! Go on, suck that cock, 
suck it hard you useless slut! Suck it hard!" 

Slowly she drew more of his fevered shaft into her eager mouth. She relaxed 
her taut, moist throat muscles and allowed the huge prong to disappear down 
the hot, silken passage. He gasped as he felt his prick plunging down the 
velvet tunnel. He bucked forward and drove the cock the rest of the way into 
her oral cavity, burying it to the hilt between her luscious, grasping lips. 

Tenderly she began to bob her head back and forth, slithering the huge spear 
in and out of her delicate chamber, sucking hard on it as she went along, 
dragging her teeth along his hot, burning flesh. He cried out in blissful 
joy as her working mouth rode the length of his angry meat and he shivered 
with delight each time she twisted and turned her head. 

Urgently she forced her pussy against his mouth. She moaned as she felt him 
running his tongue along her throbbing inner thighs. The smooth,' damp flesh 
trembled wildly as he licked and kissed the tender, creamy limbs. His rough, 
seeking dart traveled the length of her swollen, damp cunt cleft, licking 
and sucking on the juicy petals as she quaked violently beneath his kissing 
and caressing attack. He slithered his hands beneath her soft, spongy 
buttocks and curled his fingers around the pliant checks, gripping and 
squeezing them lovingly. 

She cried out in pleasure as she felt his finger tip wiggling hungrily 
against the rim of her anal dot. The hot, slippery juice of her anal delight 
made the taut, tight pit easily accessible and he twisted and turned the 
seeking prong until it was buried deep in her hot, narrow tunnel, tickling 
her steaming anal walls with a delicious fury. 

She groaned loudly as she felt his tongue roaming hungrily around her hot, 
burning entrance. Her pussy petals were fluttering wildly when he suddenly 
spread them apart with his tongue and drove the searching prong deep into 
her steaming cave. 

She bucked her cunt hard into his face and felt his teeth locking onto her 
dripping lips. He sucked her thick, creamy juice into his mouth and 
swallowed it greedily. Eagerly he slid his tongue deep into her damp pussy 
and slashed at her inner walls with a violent passion. His finger was riding 
in and out of her gripping bum in a rhythmic motion and he could feel his 
tongue through the thin membrane of her boiling cunt. 

Now she rode his cock in and out of her mouth in a frenzy of passion. She 
sucked hard on the shaft, licking and digging her teeth in as it pounded its 
way to the depths of her throat. She could feel the hot come boiling in his 
prick, waiting to be released and she drove her mouth hard on the plunging 
shaft, trying hard to make him cry out with pleasure at her every sucking 
stroke. 

"Suck that cock, suck it, whore," he groaned, his voice tight and hardly 
above a whisper. "Suck that cock as hard as you can, you worthless slut!" 

He mashed his mouth against her pussy, digging his fingers into the spongy 
mass of her buttocks. He slammed his finger in and out of her asshole with a 
fierce power and rammed his tongue along her hot, taut pussy in a rhythmic, 
licking and sucking of her burning chamber. 

He could feel her cunt tightening like a coiled spring and his own tool of 
passion was growing harder and harder, seeming to swell beyond its size as 
she bore down on him with her hungry mouth. He knew that she would soon be 
at the point of pleasure and he wanted his cock in her cunt when that 
happened. 

He lifted his head from her pussy and pulled his prick from her eager mouth. 
He knelt down on the bed beside her and whispered softly into her ear, 
licking her twitching lobe with his tongue. 

"Do you want my prick, now, whore," he said wickedly, a teasing chuckle in 
his voice. "Tell me you want my cock in your pussy right now, tell me, 
bitch!" 

She moaned and thrashed from side to side. She could feel the throbbing 
shaft beating rhythmically against her thigh and she yearned for it deep 
inside of her. She turned her mouth and her lips rolled over his. 

"Yes, yes, Master Kraft," she gasped, kissing him hungrily, fluttering her 
lovely, succulent folds of flesh against his own. "Please, please, please 
fuck me now! Hurt me, drive your cock into me, make me scream, I beg you! I 
beg you!" 

He laughed wildly, mashing his mouth against hers, driving his tongue 
between her eager parted teeth and curling the slashing arrow around her own 
pink dart of joy. They ground their mouths together greedily and she was 
shivering with anticipation as she felt him climb over her leg and settle 
himself between her damp, trembling thighs. She jerked against him, her body 
boiling with need and she gasped as she felt the head of this thick, long 
prick tapping expectantly against her swollen pussy lips. 

Gently he positioned himself. He spread her creamy, damp lips apart and 
slithered the head of his cock between them. She gasped with pleasure as he 
entered her, the wonderful feeling of his invasion thrilling her to the 
depths of her loins. Her strong, young cunt muscles gripped his plunging 
shaft firmly and urged him on with their powerful twitching. 

Deeper and deeper he drove his huge, throbbing engine into her tight, 
steaming cave. He felt the wild, incredible thrill of her warm, inner walls 
slithering over his invading shaft. Her cunt was wet and tight around his 
sinking meat and already the powerful ache that was torturing his balls and 
prick began to throb even more fiercely than before. 

Deeper and deeper he slid the huge rod until he had reached the depths of 
her quaking tunnel and lay quietly within her, nothing but the pounding 
blood of his prick churning in her hot, tight cave. She moaned and swayed 
from left to right beneath him. She bucked her belly into his and whispered 
urgently against his tightly pressed lips. 

"Fuck me, Kraft, oh, fuck me now," she groaned, thrusting her body up and 
down to urge him on. "Fuck me hard, right now! Oh, please, please, fuck me 
hard!" 

He nibbled passionately on her lower lip and slowly withdrew his prick from 
her gripping tunnel. When he was three-quarters of the way out, he slithered 
forward again, twisting and turning as he forced the huge, massive shaft 
along her taut, slippery inner walls. She gasped in pleasure and locked her 
cunt muscles tightly around the invading rod. She threw her cunt against him 
and her hot breath stung his cheek and she gasped with tortured spasms of 
need. 

Slowly he began to pump his hard spear in and out of her dripping cave. He 
slid the thick rod back and forth, slamming it into the pit of her womb then 
dragging it back out again. Her creamy, warm inner thighs were fluttering 
spasmodically against his own and her pussy seemed to be on fire with a 
greedy lust and passion that boiled wildly in her loins. 

Harder and harder he began to power his cock into her tight, warm cunt. She 
quaked violently beneath him and kissed his' mouth with a hungry fever. He 
ground his hips against hers, twisting and turning the buried prong 
viciously in the hot, pit of her cave. 

He pulled back and rammed it into her again, now taking long, hard strokes, 
slamming the huge member along her steaming interior, hearing, with 
satisfaction, her cries of delight every time he drove his prick hard into 
her boiling chamber. 

Faster and faster their angry bodies crashed together. The tiny apartment 
was filled with the loud, screaming sounds of their passion and the room 
grew dank and funky with the odor of their lust. Each time they met their 
bellies came together with a loud smack and parted with a slippery pop. He 
could feel her growing nearer and nearer to her moment of release and she 
ground her cunt hard against his swiftly pounding prick as she gasped and 
cried out in aching delight. 

"Oooo, yes, yes, yes," she groaned, swaying from side to side, her pussy 
tingling with pleasure. "I'm going to come! I'm going to come right now! 
Ohhhh, damn, damn you, Kraft, it's sooo good!" 

He rammed into her again and felt her shuddering uncontrollably. A thick, 
creamy river of come exploded from her loins and washed over his driving 
cock with its burning power. Again and again violent spasms shook her body 
as the orgasms continued to roll through her and he powered his cock harder 
into her erupting pussy, determined to make her experience all of her 
passionate release. 

She locked her cunt muscles hard around his riding manhood and urged his 
orgasm on with every stroke he took. She could hear him groaning and sighing 
with aching need as he slammed into her with a wild, violent frenzy. She 
felt the tip of his prick boiling with creamy fire and then suddenly a 
thick, steady stream of come shot from the massive helmet and seared her 
inner walls with its fiery power. He buried his cock in the depths of her 
cave and shuddered involuntarily as the spasms of pleasure and exquisite 
agony tore through him. 

"I'm coming you whore," he groaned, his voice aching with relief. "I'm 
coming in your cunt so good! Coming in your cunt, coming, coming, coming!" 
They lay tightly together, quaking without control as the flashes of 
incredible delight raced through their loins, making them rock and shiver 
with each loud explosion that ripped through them. Again and again they 
bucked and rocked until finally the last traces of their orgasms were 
through and they lay panting for breath, trying hard to get their strength 
back. She was sobbing happily, her luscious, long body trembling with joy 
and contentment when Kraft finally rolled off of her. He reached out for a 
cigarette and lit one up, sucking the smoke deep into his lungs and blowing 
it out with a harsh finality. 

"Now for a little talk, right Greta," he said quietly, staring at the cruel 
glow at the end of the smoke. "About Alec," he added, grimly. 

The woman shivered with a growing fear Kraft's voice had taken on the cold, 
hard edge of his business. She could do nothing now but tell him the truth. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

The Corporation was located in a dingy, run-down building on Eighth Avenue. 
It was centered in a fairly safe neighborhood, though muggings and robberies 
were not unknown to the area. The place always smelled of unwashed bodies 
and stale cigarette smoke to Kraft's sensitive nostrils and he was always 
happy when he did not have to spend much time there. 

He sat glumly now in the waiting room just beyond the Director's office. It 
was a cold, functional place as was most of the rest of the building. From 
memory he could place almost every object in the Director's office for it 
was pathetically furnished without the slightest thought given to any sort 
of comfort at all. 

It always seemed chilly in the building, thought Kraft. Even in the summer 
when it was blazing hot outside in the streets, it would seem to be cold in 
there. As if the building itself could never grow warm. Kraft looked around 
the waiting room, trying to avoid the accusing eyes of the Director's 
secretary. 

She knows, he thought. Damn well, she knows! They all do! His reception when 
he arrived had be awkward. It always was after a failure but this time it 
was even worse for no one had tried to make the usual bad jokes about the 
thing. That meant something was up and Kraft could guess what it was. 

That he was about to be taken off the job and perhaps even fired was not 
something that would surprise him. Results were what counted, not intentions 
or past deeds. All that mattered was now. what you did yesterday ceased to 
exist. 

He just hoped the old bastard wouldn't beat around the bush too much. He 
hated that, listening impatiently to the old man trying to let someone down 
easily. A quick, swift stroke is what was wanted, not the even more painful 
attempt to lighten the blow. Kraft shook his head and sighed heavily. He was 
tired of waiting. Tired of it to death. 

The secretary nodded and he got up. walking flat-footed into the room. He 
had not gotten any sleep as yet and he felt light-headed and weak. He 
slumped gratefully into the chair the Director showed him to and watched 
intently as the old man lit his pipe and warmed his hands over the radiator. 

"Too bad about Lyter." the old man finally said, sighing and shaking his 
head. "He was the last, wasn't he? The last one we had?" 

Kraft nodded, reaching into his pocket for a cigarette that he lit with a 
shaking hand. "The fool bragged to the woman. It was his own fault, he was 
always too cocky. I warned him about it." he sighed and stared down at his 
trembling thighs. "He was good though, it's a God damn shame!" 

"How do you feel about it. John Philip." the Director asked kindly. Kraft 
stiffened. It was always bad or very important when the Director called him 
by those names. "I mean, what are your exact feelings about Olandt? He is 
the cause of our trouble, is he not?" 

"I could say I hated him." growled Kraft, shaking his head. "But it isn't 
that. I would like to see him out of the way, but beyond that, he's nothing 
to me." 

"You look tired." sighed the Director. "You've been working too hard, you 
need some rest. It's so sad that one has to work so hard and then, despite 
all his effort, fail in the end just the same." 

"I don't need sympathy from anyone," Kraft said through tightly clenched 
teeth. "I take my share of the responsibility and I'll take my share of the 
blame without any sugar coating, thank you." 

"I don't mean that. John Philip, please believe me, that isn't what I mean 
at all," he said kindly. He sat down across from Kraft and spoke in a quiet, 
urgent tone. "It's just that we all have to rest sometimes. Even long rests, 
if you understand what I mean. I wish I could tell you that it will be all 
right, that you don't have to worry, but I can't." 

Kraft glared back at him. his eyes blazing despite the weakness of his body 
and the dull, pounding at his temples. "Just tell me exactly what you mean, 
damn it." he hissed. "Just tell me what you want!" 

"I have just one more little job I'd like you to do for me." the Director 
whispered softly, as if there were someone else in the room. "Just one more 
little task and then you can rest. John Philip," he patted Kraft's shoulder 
Three weeks later Kraft was on the windy sidewalk facing down Eighth Avenue, 
on the comer of Forty-Second street. He had his old, tom windbreaker on and 
some of his Final paycheck in his pocket. He was a bit drunk, though not as 
drunk as he appeared. It was an exercise he often played, just to keep in 
shape. He was playing it now for the benefit of the whores that were eyeing 
him openly. 

He swayed from side to side on his unsteady feet and grinned back at their 
alluring smiles. Find yourself a woman, a whore if possible, at least for 
the moment, he was advised. So that was just what he was going to do. He 
stepped forward, pretending to stumble and pulled himself erect in front of 
a short, young brown-haired girl that couldn't have been any older than 
eighteen. She put out her hand and held him steady. 

"If you're going down," she whispered erotically. "Why not go down on me?" 

"That isn't such a bad idea," he said, laughing in a voice broken by a 
hacking cough, his words just a little bit slurred. "You look like something 
I could sink my teeth into!" 

"That's easily arranged, honey," the young girl said, dropping her hand to 
his crotch and rubbing his prick up and down with the palm of her hand. 
"That is, if you aren't too drunk to enjoy it, or get it up. I should add!" 

"Hell. baby. I can always get it up." he said, puffing out his chest boldly. 
"I can get it up no matter how gassed I am. How much?" 

"Thirty-five, including the room." she said tonelessly. "If you got it let's 
go. if you don't, move on." 

He grinned at her. admiring the way she could slip from erotic charm to all 
business without missing a beat. For one so young she was quite a pro. he 
thought. Just like I used to be. He shook his head, reminding himself to 
forget about that, it was over, as well it should be. On to bigger, or if 
not bigger, he thought, viewing the small girl's body, one at least hopes 
better things. 

He flashed a little money at her and jerked his head. "Come on. honey. I got 
all the cash I need to show you what I'm talking about!" 

She took him to a little seedy hotel where he paid a bored clerk a few bucks 
for the room, then they climbed up a set of creaking stairs and went down a 
narrow hallway to a dingy, dark room, bare except for a table and a bed. 

He sat down heavily, taking a pint of whiskey from his inner pocket and 
swigging down a belly-full of the harsh liquor. He coughed heavily, shaking 
violently as he watched her take off her coat. 

"Like to watch me for awhile, lover," she cooed softly. "It'll cost you a 
bit more, but it will be worth it!" 

He handed her some bills and she nodded, stashing them in her purse. She 
stood a few feet away from him, smiling warmly as she reached behind her 
back and fumbled with the zipper to her dress. 

"I'll get you real, real turned on, lover." she whispered sensuously. "Just 
you sit there and keep your eyes on me, baby, you're gonna like what you 
see!" Slowly she ran the zipper down the back of her dress. It made an 
enticing hissing noise as she rode her fingers to the base of her spine. She 
grinned at him. wetting her lips with her pink, pointed tongue until they 
glistened in the half-light of the room. She moaned and shivered gently as 
if he were already touching her and with a shrug of her narrow shoulders, 
she allowed the dress to slither down her body and fall in a puddle on the 
floor. 

Her short, slender body was encased in a pair of tight, blue bikini panties 
and a shapeless, sheer bra that conformed to the contours of her small, 
young breasts. He could see the dark, twin points of her nipples pressing 
against the thin fabric of her halter and between her legs he could see the 
thick. 

dark bush of her cunt hair rubbing against her panties. 

Her legs were well-turned and her thighs a creamy alabaster color that 
shimmered enticingly in the pale light of the room. She smiled wickedly at 
him and stepped daintily out of the dress. She folded it neatly over a chair 
and turned to face him once again. 

He sucked in his breath, his heart quickening at the sight of such a perfect 
young body. Her darling, round boobs were rising and falling with her 
excited breathing and he could see her cunt throbbing erotically even 
through the hidden confinement of her tight panties. 

"Like it so far. lover." she cooed softly, giggling like a child and running 
her tongue over her lips once again. "Ohhh. I'll bet you do! Wait, there's 
more!" 

Laughing softly she lifted her smooth, slender arms above her head and 
hooked her fingers in the clasp of her bra. With a quick, swift snap she 
pulled the hook apart and hugged her arms against her chest as the bra began 
to burst free of her taut, young flesh. 

She smiled coyly and hugged herself tightly then dropped her arms and 
allowed the bra to tumble to the edges of her fingers. She threw back her 
head and thrust out her magnificent chest. Her perfect globes were jiggling 
up and down in an erotic fashion, the tiny, pink dots of her nipples lay 
cozy against the background of her creamy, white flesh. 

He groaned quietly, his eyes locked onto the luscious spheres as she reached 
up and cupped her smooth, tiny fingers underneath them. She sighed 
pleasantly as she squeezed the precious mounds. Her pert, darling thumbs 
gently slid back and forth across her nipples, making them stand firm and 
erect under her touch. Kraft felt his heart beating wildly as he watched her 
play with herself and his prick was growing hard and thick in his pants. 

"Lovely breasts, lovely," he whispered, his voice thick and tight with the 
hot flashes of pleasure and greed he was feeling. "I haven't seen such 
lovely breasts in a long time!" 

"That's nothing," she laughed. She gave her tits a final, loving squeeze and 
tossed her head, sending her long, brown hair flying about her shoulders. 
She ran the tips of her fingers down over her belly and slithered them 
lightly across her tight panties. "Wait until you see what's in here." she 
laughed in a throaty voice, thrusting her cunt forward. 

She danced her digits over her cunt mound, pressing them hard against her 
throbbing hillock. She was groaning and sighing as if on fire with desire 
and swaying from side to side in mock passion. 

She hooked her thumbs in the waist band of her panties and swiftly rolled 
the confining garment down over her curvaceous thighs! She dipped her knees 
slightly and slithered the panties over them, letting them drop down the 
rest of her lovely limbs to the dusty floor below. She kicked them aside and 
stood up once more, her legs apart, hands on her hips in a defiant stance. 

Kraft shivered violently and took another long pull from the bottle as he 
darted his hungry eyes up and down along her smooth, creamy flesh. She 
barely had a bit of hair covering her pussy and the precious mound was damp 
already with a thin stream of juice that was flowing from her luscious womb. 
He gulped and swallowed a couple of times, his body rocking. "You are 
delicious," he said in a weak, cracking voice. He shook his head and moaned 
softly. "Simply delicious, simply delicious!" 

She chuckled with satisfaction and slid the tips of her fingers over her 
hard, flat belly. Her flesh rippled erotically under her touch and she was 
rocking gently on her heels as she ran the seeking spears down between her 
legs, dragging them slowly across her inner thighs. She groaned deeply and 
slithered the delightful shafts along her quivering cunt petals. The juicy 
lips fluttering and danced under her touch and she was gasping loudly as she 
ran the tips of her fingers briskly up and down between them. "Ahhh, it 
feels so nice, lover, so very nice," she cooed in a rhythmic voice. "Just 
think about how it feels to touch my warm, wet pussy lips! Ohhh, I can't 
wait to have you there, lover! I can't wait to have your hard prick deep 
inside me!" 

Kraft could not take his eyes off the pretty, young girl as she spread her 
creamy, damp pussy lips apart and slithered two of her fingers into her hot. 
dripping cave, burying them to the hilt. The young woman shook violently 
with her own penetration and groaned out loud. She pressed her thumb against 
the tiny nub of her clit and rolled the tender nugget back and forth as she 
began to pump her fingers in and out of the warm, slippery tunnel of her 
passion. He groaned out loud and felt his prick beating wildly in his pants. 
His balls were aching with hunger and his mouth felt dry as the raging 
passion and need tore through his body. He licked his lips and blinked his 
eyes, staring intensely at the undulating woman in front of him. 

"Let me, let me do that." he croaked, barely able to talk. "Let me to that 
to you. please! Oh, God, how I need to touch you now! Come here, damn it, 
come here!" 

Laughing in a teasing voice and taking jaunty steps she walked over to where 
he was sitting. She smiled down at him and patted him on the head. She took 
one of his hands and place it on her small, hobbling breasts. 

"Go ahead, lover, it's what you paid for," she cooed to him, bending down 
and licking his ear. She blew a warm current of air against his flesh and he 
shook uncontrollably as the aching lust raced through him. 

"Go ahead and play with them," she repeated gently, thrusting her tits 
against his poised hand. "Play with all of me, lover, all of me!" 

Gently he closed his fist around her spongy, soft mounds. He gripped and 
squeezed the luscious globe, tugging on her nipples with his thumb and 
forefinger. She sighed contentedly and swayed back and forth under his 
kneading hand. She gasped as she felt his fingers riding over her flat, trim 
belly, slithering through her damp pussy hair and pushing her fingers away 
from her trembling, warm pit. 

"Ahhh, you're so moist and soft," he moaned, shivering with the delightful 
contact of her warm, young flesh. "I love the touch of you! I love it!" 

Tenderly he ran his fingertips along the cleft of her slippery, wet pussy 
lips. The twin petals of pleasure fluttered greedily against his seeking 
digits and tried to pull them inside of her. He laughed quietly, sliding the 
determined prongs between her legs, dragging his nails along her hot, moist 
inner thighs. 

Her lovely limbs tingled at his touch and she gasped as the stinging 
pleasure raced through her. "Ahhh. that's so nice, lover," she moaned 
softly. "You make me feel so nice!" 

Lovingly he ran the powerful spears up and over her darling clit. She quaked 
violently as he took the sweet button between his fingers and rolled it back 
and forth making her sway from side to side in growing need and hunger. 

"Ohhh, lover, lover," she gasped, placing her hands on her shoulders to 
steady herself. "This is different from the usual, real different!" 

He laughed, pleased that he was making her feel all that she pretended to 
feel most of the time. He twisted and turned the mighty spears around the 
entrance to her warm, wet tunnel. She quivered on her weak legs and groaned 
loudly as she felt him parting the swollen pussy lips and slithered the 
determined shafts into her. Moaning with delight she thrust her cunt against 
the disappearing prongs and grasped at them with her strong, experienced 
cunt muscles. 

Deeper and deeper he pushed the hard rods. She bucked and rocked on her 
heels, feeling the intense pleasure of his digits filling her womb, driving 
further and further along the hot, steaming tunnel of her marvelous cave. 
She dropped one of her delicate, darling hands to his lap and curled her 
slender fingers around the throbbing mound that was his cock. Gently she 
rode the sweet digits back and forth along his throbbing manhood, squeezing 
and tugging at it through his pants. He moaned and shook under her working 
hand and his cock felt on fire with lust as she pinched the thick, hard head 
of his aching meat. 

"Ahhh, good, lover," she sighed with pleasure, tugging and gripping his 
prick in her moist young hand. "I like a big, hard prick! It's what turns me 
on the most! I just know I'm going to love fucking you, baby!" 

Hungrily he rode his fingers faster along her burning passage. He pumped the 
stiff, hard prongs in and out of her with increasing speed and she was 
rocking in rhythm with his driving hand as the huge spears assaulted her hot 
little tunnel. 

She fumbled with the zipper to his trousers and pulled his cock from his 
pants. She balanced the thick, throbbing shaft in the palm of one of her 
darling hands and stroked the huge engine with the tips of her fingers on 
her free hand. She felt him shaking uncontrollably under her attention and 
she grinned widely, enjoying the powerful agony and pleasure she was putting 
him through. 

She curled her fingers around the thick prong and gently pumped her hand up 
and down on the massive rod. He gasped slightly and his loins seemed to be 
burning with a screaming desire as her precious digits slithered up and 
down, tugging and yanking from left to right, gripping his fevered flesh as 
she went along. 

He could feel her cunt growing tight and he knew that she wasn't faking. Her 
pussy was throbbing wildly and her cunt petals fluttering uncontrollably as 
she thrust her sweet, hot pit against his driving hand and ground her 
luscious mound around his plunging fingers. 

"I need your cock, lover, I need your cock right now," she groaned, pushing 
him back on the bed with her free hand. "Ahhh, sweet Jesus, give me your 
hard prick right now, please!" 

Quickly she straddled his thighs and guided his throbbing machine toward her 
damp, slippery petals. The thick, trembling lips parted under the pressure 
of his insistent dick head and she sighed in pleasure as she lowered herself 
onto the massive prong. 

Slowly she ground her pussy downward, forcing more and more of the pounding 
spear up into her. She thrilled to the aching sensation of his manhood 
invading her tight pit. Her cunt muscles wrapped themselves around the 
plunging shaft and gripped it tightly. She groaned and sighed, dropping her 
head to her chest as she buried the thick, long pole in the depths of her 
tight, hot tunnel. 

She sighed contentedly as she sat on his thighs, her soft, spongy buttocks 
rocking up and down on his trapped limbs. She snaked out her tongue and 
licked his ear, nibbling enticingly at his dangling lobe. 

"Come on, lover, come on," she moaned quietly, thrusting her pussy down on 
the imprisoned shaft. "Fuck me, baby, fuck me real nice and hard! Oooo, fuck 
my cunt as hard as you can right now!" 

He laughed and leaned forward, trapping one of her tiny, round breasts in 
his mouth. He sucked on the creamy, warm flesh hungrily as he bucked his 
hips upward, grinding the buried cock against her taut, hot inner walls. She 
squealed with glee and began rocking back and forth, riding the huge shaft 
with obvious delight. 

She rose up and down and he slammed into her falling ass with every stroke 
she took. His prick was throbbing with an aching power and spasms of pain 
and pleasure tore through his balls as she continued to slam her moist, warm 
cunt down on his fevered manhood. 

Harder and faster she rode his trapped cock, twisting and turning her lovely 
cunt on his pounding pole until he was almost sobbing with pleasure. He 
chewed hungrily on her tiny, perfect tits, sucking her nipples hard with his 
eager mouth, listening with pleasure to the hot, biting cries of passion 
that burst from her throat. 

She ground her luscious bottom hard against his thighs and rocked to and fro 
against his cock. Using her cunt muscles she stroked his meat lovingly and 
rubbed her breasts against his willing mouth. She could feel her cunt coming 
nearer and nearer to a hot, fiery moment of bliss and she began to pump his 
meat in and out of her steaming hole, faster and faster, yearning to explode 
all over the sunken shaft. 

"Ahhh, you got me now, lover," she laughed happily, riding her slippery, 
thick pussy lips along his fevered flesh. "You're going to make me come, you 
sweet son of a bitch! You're going to make me come right now!" Kraft felt 
her shuddering violently and heard her screams of relief as a steaming hot 
river of come burst from her womb and soaked his pounding shaft. He slammed 
his prick to the depths of her pussy and the thick, moist fluid covered his 
legs with the evidence of her desire and passion. 

Spasm after violent spasm shook the young girl's body and she quivered and 
quaked on his lap, her teeth clenched tightly against her orgasm, the hot 
liquid of her love continuing to burst from her tortured loins. She groaned 
in a fevered lust and now began to slam her cunt up and down on his cock, 
faster and faster, urging him on with every calculated stroke. 

"Your turn, lover, your turn," she groaned, holding hard to his shoulders as 
she bounced up and down on his tortured prick. "Come on, baby, let go! Come 
in me, now, come in me right now!" 

A distant, urgent rumble raced through his loins as her hot. flooded womb 
continued to assault his aching cock. She drove his prick to the depths of 
her pussy and rammed his meat into her with a powerful wanting. He could 
feel his prick nearer the point of explosion and he was groaning with the 
exquisite agony that was pounding in his taut balls and throbbing shaft. 

He cried out in delight and bucked upward as a sudden, powerful burst of 
come shot from his prick and seared her hot, taut inner walls. He moaned 
loudly and shivered with the pleasure of his orgasm as the spasms of release 
ripped through his slamming manhood. 

"I'm coming, you sweet bitch. I'm coming," he cried, thrusting deep inside 
of her, his prick spurting a steady steam of thick come, mixing with her own 
precious juice of love. "I'm coming in you and it's so fucking good! Just so 
fucking good!" 

Again and again he drove the huge shaft into the depths of her fevered cave. 
They hugged each other tightly as the violent spasms and quaking explosions 
lashed at their burning loins. Their orgasms seemed to go on forever and 
Kraft had never felt such a powerful climax before. He ground his cock 
against her mashing pussy and together they fell back on the bed, still 
tightly locked in each others arms. 

"Oooo, lover, that was so nice," she sighed, snuggling in his arms. "I don't 
usually get off like that with a john! You're really something else, you 
know!" 

Kraft smiled to himself, pleased that he had accomplished the task he had 
set for himself. The first rule was to get someone on your side, make them a 
partner or at the very least, sympathetic to your position. 

As he cradled her against his shoulder, he could tell she had dropped a bit 
of her guard. She was less the whore than a few minutes ago. She was ready 
for his next approach. 

"Bloody bastards," he muttered under his breath. He shook his head in anger 
and squeezed her nestled body to make his point. "Damn them, damn them to 
hell!" 

"What's the matter, lover," she asked, the concern in her voice a mixture of 
business and real caring. "Tell your baby what is wrong." 

"Do you want to know what I used to be," he laughed grimly. "You won't 
believe it, you know. I used to be a spy, a very good one, too. But a few 
mistakes, a couple of things beyond my control and I was out on my ass!" 

He sat up in the bed, shoving her away in his fury. "The lousy sons of 
bitches canned me! Oh, they gave me a shit little job in the accounting 
department, but it was designed to make me fall apart. I fucked up, they 
knew I would. I knew I would! And the first moment I messed up, I got the 
sack! Tossed out into the cold without a reference, without a bloody job! 
Nothing to look forward to, nothing!" 

"Take it easy, baby, take it easy," she said, soothingly. She kissed his 
hand, running her lips up along his trembling flesh. "It'll be all right, 
trust me, I'll make it better." 

He ignored her soothing tone. "Damn it, they fucked me over good! If I had 
one chance to stick it to them, by Christ, would I! The bastards, the rotten 
bastards! I should have known, I should have fucking known!" 

He slumped against the bed, shivering with anger and despair. She could 
sense the forlorn, frightened tears welling up in his eyes and she moved her 
mouth quickly over them, kissing and mashing her body tightly against his. 

"Forget it, lover, forget it," she cooed in a quiet, sensual voice. "Nothing 
matters now, but me and you! Nothing at all!" 

She turned his head and pressed her soft, moist lips to his. The pliant 
petals roamed enticingly over his hungry mouth, kissing him deeply. He 
sighed with passion as she forced her wet, seeking tongue between his teeth 
and curled it lovingly around his own. He hugged her urgently to his chest, 
feeling the marvelous, loving points of her nipples digging into his flesh 
and his mouth moved greedily over hers, kissing and grinding wildly as he 
sought her warm, smooth body. 

She laughed in delight and ran her mouth quickly down his chest to his hard, 
flat stomach. She nibbled at the thin line of hair that ran up from his 
crotch, catching it in her teeth and tugging playfully on the dark strands. 

"Just relax, lover, just relaxed," she said, her voice a soft, melodic 
whisper. "I'm going to make you feel real good! Real damn good!" 

He groaned as he felt her luscious, seeking mouth moving toward his aching 
cock. She lathered his belly with her pink, pointed arrow of desire and 
nibbled hungrily at the root of his shaft. He felt his cock throbbing and 
growing rapidly, the familiar and urgent need building in his loins. 
Tenderly she ran her sweet, moist tongue up along his pounding spear. She 
kissed the warm, blood filled flesh with her soft lips and he almost leaped 
into the air at the soothing contact. 

He reached down and drew her smooth, trembling thighs toward his mouth. She 
moaned softly as she felt his lips running between her damp legs, kissing 
and licking her creamy inner limbs, his hard, greedy teeth nibbling hungrily 
on her warm flesh. 

"That's the idea, lover," she gasped, squirming and wiggling her crotch 
toward his seeking mouth. "Now you're doing it! Now you're on the right 
track!" 

She sighed in contentment as she felt his lips running over her quivering 
cunt lips. He lathered the moist, damp cleft between them with his powerful 
tongue, sliding it back and forth, making the creamy juice of her wanting 
begin to flow steadily from her aching, burning cave. 

She took hold of his hard, throbbing cock and kissed the thick, engorged 
head of his prick with her succulent lips. He gasped as he felt the sweet 
petals caressing his shaft and her sharp, pointed tongue slashing and 
stabbing urgently at his fevered meat. He had not figured on this and it was 
almost more than he could stand. "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus," he groaned, 
shuddering beneath her loving attack, "God, that feels good! That feels so 
fucking good!" She giggled almost girlishly and ran her tongue around the 
rim of his fat helmet. He bucked wildly and thrust his prick against her 
working mouth. She pulled her head back, not ready to take him yet and 
slithered her lips down along his pounding shaft to the thick, hard sack 
that contained his throbbing balls. "Oooo, baby, baby, I'm going to give you 
a good suck job," she said breathlessly "I'm going to blow you like you've 
never been blown before!" 

She ran her lips over his aching balls and sucked the tight, throbbing sack 
into her darling mouth. He moaned wildly as he felt her even, white teeth 
clamping down on his pounding nuts. She flicked her tongue against the hard 
stone, tossing them back and forth against her moist cheeks as she sucked 
hungrily on his imprisoned bag. 

Greedily he pulled her pussy near to his eager lips. He rolled his tongue 
over her twitching clit and lathered the tiny button lovingly with his 
rough, searching arrow. She bucked involuntarily under his kissing and 
licking caress and wiggled her darling pussy against his lips. He slithered 
his tongue along her damp cleft and jammed it between the fluttering petals, 
turning it gently around the rim of her wet, warm entrance. 

She gasped with delight, a rare treat for her to have a john go down on her 
pussy, and mashed her luscious mound against his willing mouth. She moaned 
with pleasure as she felt his hungry tongue slither past her dripping pussy 
lips and ride teasingly over her hot, slippery inner walls. 

Groaning with passion she quickly removed her darling mouth from his balls 
and drove her lips up along his hard, throbbing shaft. His prick was thick 
and hard with his frenzied blood and it almost burned her lips with his 
angry passion as she kissed and nibbled her way to the top of his mighty 
prong. 

"Ahhh, eat me, darling, eat me," she cooed softly, her moist, warm cunt 
grinding against his mouth. "Eat my pussy hard, baby! Please, please eat me 
now!" 

He locked his teeth onto her swollen, wet petals of joy and sucked the 
thick, creamy juice from the luscious folds of flesh. He rammed his tongue 
in and out of her steaming cave with a passionate fury, twirling it around 
inside of her and flicking it wildly against her boiling interior. 

She felt an urgent, aching need in her loins and it was almost as if her 
mouth had a mind of its own as she bore down on his aching shaft. She opened 
her lips wide and slithered the head of his cock between them, locking her 
teeth tightly around the rim of his helmet. 

She sucked hard on the caught tip, lathering the warm, engorged flesh with 
her sweet tongue. She loved the sensation of his pounding blood and boiling 
need that raced through his shaft as she drew more and more of it into her 
luscious mouth. 

"Suck me, suck me, suck me," he groaned, his voice muffled by her hard, wet 
cunt pressed tightly against his mouth. "Oh, God, it's good! Yes, yes, yes! 
Suck me, baby, suck me hard!" 

He ground his mouth against her quivering pit, slamming his tongue deep into 
her damp cave, lashing her taut, narrow passage with his urgent arrow. His 
teeth nibbled hungrily on her pussy lips and he was drinking the juice of 
her passion with a willing and greedy delight. 

She bobbed her head, sucking every inch of his thick, hard tool into her 
mouth.' She relaxed her experienced throat muscles and allowed the pounding 
prong to bury itself in her tight, velvet canal. She rocked her head from 
side to side and began to pump his prick in and out of her mouth, sucking 
and licking his fevered flesh as she went along, determined to bring him to 
a mighty, aching moment of pleasure. 

His prick felt as if it were on fire as the sweet girl continued to drive 
her luscious mouth along his aching shaft. He slithered and rammed his 
tongue along her burning tunnel, sucking hard on her dripping womb, feeling 
her pussy grow stiff and tense with every stroke he took, knowing that he 
was going to bring her off a second time tonight! 

She shuddered and gasped as she felt her moment approaching. Her cunt was 
hot and aching for relief and she poised her pounding womb for the final 
effort as she felt his attentive tongue power into her steaming pussy yet 
again. 

"Ohhh, you lover, you lovely, lover," she moaned, shivering with intense 
pleasure. "Am I going to come again! Oooo, sweet damn, you're doing me 
again!" 

She locked her warm, soft thighs around his head and screamed in a quiet, 
aching voice as the sudden and powerful orgasm burst from her loins, filling 
her warm, fevered womb with a creamy flood of come. He sucked and licked her 
overflowing pit, drinking the juice of her love willingly. She rocked and 
shuddered violently as the spasms continued to lash at her flesh and the 
aching passion tore on and on through her exploding cave. 

As the lovely sensations ripped through her she drove his prick in and out 
of her mouth with an increasing frenzy. Harder and harder she slammed the 
pounding rod into her tight, warm canal. The silken passage of her throat 
gripped his plunging rod tightly and she sucked hard on the invading shaft, 
determined to make him ache with delight when his violent orgasm occurred. 

He bucked wildly, slamming his prick to the depths of her taut chamber and a 
spasm of pure lust exploded in his balls, sending a powerful, thick stream 
of come out of his prick. She gulped hungrily, trying to swallow every drop 
of the precious liquid as the aching frenzy took hold of him. 

"I'm coming, I'm coming," he cried loudly, jerking spasmodically, ramming 
his prick in and out of her willing, velvet tunnel. "I'm coming in your 
mouth! I'm coming in your mouth so good! So damn good!" 

On and on he went, sucking and driving his tongue in and out of her pussy as 
his own, tortured organ continued to spurt the hot, boiling fluid. They were 
locked together in erupting passion and the fevered ache of their loins was 
more than they could stand as they orgasms seemed to grow and build with 
every thrusting spasm. 

He was breathing heavily when he finally rolled off of her. She still had 
his prick in her mouth and she was licking the final traces of his come from 
it in a loving manner. He patted her head and sighed happily. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

He got a job cataloguing film for the university. It was the kind of work 
that a student did as a part-time job to get through school and he felt very 
out of place. A prissy, needling man had hired him, only because he was 
forced to, Kraft was sure. The man's name was Barnes and he insisted on 
being called Mister Barnes. For Kraft, at thirty, with all the work he had 
done behind him, this was humiliating to say the least. 

Barnes would constantly prowl among his charges, harassing them at every 
turn, riding the poor kids who so desperately needed the money every chance 
he got. He seemed to get a particular pleasure out of terrorizing the young 
people, threatening them with dismissal for the most petty kind of mistakes. 
Kraft did his best to avoid the man but it was almost impossible at times. 

He got the job through his contacts with the university. He had to give up 
his apartment uptown, the three-fifty a month would never do now, for he was 
living from day to day, without any assurance that he would have enough 
money to get through. 

He rented a small, one room flat on Thompson Street in Greenwich Village. It 
was a dingy, depressing room that he spent too much time in but could not 
avoid. He had a single bed and a hot plate and ate most of his meals from 
the can, heating it directly over the burner. 

Most of his extra money went to liquor. Cheap, strong whiskey or when he 
could not afford it, wine.. He was drunk almost all the time these days, 
even at work. He brushed his teeth often during the day, but the dank, stale 
smell of liquor or wine never seemed to leave his breath. 

He lived the life of a hermit, watching endless hours of television, staying 
up late almost every night, trying to drug himself to sleep with booze and 
mindless late movies. It worked most of the time, but in the morning he 
would be hungover and tired and the quick, fast drink he took only served to 
make him even worse. 

He kept a bottle at work, behind some filing cabinets and it amused him to 
play a hide and seek game with Barnes who he assumed suspected him of 
drinking on the job and was always on the look-out to catch him at it. He 
had no friends and wanted none. His life was a shambles now, in just a few 
short weeks he had fallen completely down from his peak and was barely able 
to survive. The Corporation had not written him a reference and he hadn't 
expected that they would. If they ever could prove he had taken the money he 
was accused of stealing, that would be the end of him. Of course he had 
dipped into the till. He had seen the writing on the wall and wasn't about 
to go out empty-handed. 

But that tiny, pitiful amount of money hadn't lasted long and these days he 
had to count every penny, skipping meals so that he could keep himself in 
booze and cigarettes. He could only look ahead to a dark, bleak future, 
something he dared not speak about to anyone. 

He didn't see any of his friends from the Corporation any more. The last few 
times he had run into them he had been drunk and loud about his anger at 
being sacked. They were nervous around him, fearing the thought that someone 
might overhear his obvious and bitter complaining. It was deadly and 
dangerous for him to be talking so openly about such things and no one 
wanted to be around him if they could avoid it. The general word around the 
building was that he was completely broken down and if he went on, would 
probably be taken care of. 

No one wanted to be very close to such a case of disaster and so he now 
lived without any contact with another human being aside from those he 
worked with. A few times he went out to bars in the neighborhood, but he had 
been so loud and nasty that most of them had barred him by now. He had sunk 
into the depths of a loser with no hope of salvation. And that was exactly 
where he wanted to be. 

The other students working at the film library did not know what to make of 
him. He was always arguing with Mister Barnes and seemed to be strange 
constantly. He worried and scared most of them, and they stayed away from 
them if they could. He worked alone, most of the time and never asked for 
any help. If it was offered, he refused rather rudely and soon no one 
bothered to speak to him, except for one person who found him mysterious and 
rather nice in a weird sort of way. 

y Her name was Liz Sinclair and she was a graduate student in history. She 
was a rather average sort of woman, around twenty-five and shy for the most 
part. Perhaps it was this quality about her that drew her to Kraft in the 
first place. They both seemed adrift in a hostile and cold world and she 
seemed to understand his distance and moodiness. 

She arranged to work with him a number of times and did so without bothering 
him very much. She didn't try and talk to him and rarely mentioned anything 
about her life at all. What little she did tell him wasn't very interesting. 
She came from a broken home, worked hard to put herself through school and 
some day wanted to teach in a small, rural college. Kraft told her nothing 
about himself. 

On the day that they finished the latest project they were on, she filed the 
last can of film and before Kraft could walk away, she caught his sleeve in 
her fingers and held onto him just tightly enough to make him pause. 

"What are you doing tonight, John," she asked softly, her voice on the edge 
of a nervous tremble. "I mean, are you free for dinner?" 

She lowered her eyes in embarrassment and he smiled thinly. "Just why do you 
ask," he said gruffly. "Do I look like I need a decent meal or something?" 

"I just thought we'd celebrate," she explained, softly, wondering why she 
had set herself up to be hurt. "I mean, I have this steak and it's too big 
for me... " Her voice trailed off and she cursed her stupidity. 

To her surprise he agreed. "Yes, certainly I'll come to dinner with you," he 
said briskly. "I don't do anything on Friday night anyway." 

He walked her home, insisting on buying some wine for the meal that she knew 
he could not really afford. She took him to her apartment on Fiftyith 
Street, a small, comfortable three rooms and a bath that was a long five 
flights up. 

"It's a walk," she apologized as they climbed the stairs. "But it's cheap 
and homey I think." 

He glanced around the tiny living room and grunted what seemed to be an 
approval. She told him to pick out some music for the stereo and retired to 
the kitchen to prepare the meal. 

He glanced through her records, quite a collection for such a serious and 
frugal young woman. His experienced eyes and constantly working mind formed 
an impression of her from the music he saw. She was a lonely, introspective 
girl to whom life was something rare and incredible. From what he could 
gather she had never had a serious lover and probably thought of him as 
exciting. 

Had it been another time in his life, he would not have even accepted her 
invitation to dinner. She would not have fit into his reality at all and 
would have been a danger to him, but he was not a spy anymore and he was 
lonely and hadn't the Director suggested he get himself a woman? 

He did not really want to get involved, not even on the most shallow level 
of casual sex. He did not intend to charm her in any way. The anger and 
bitterness he had manufactured in his soul was too important to lose, though 
he did feel an emptiness in his heart that he hadn't known before and just 
the nearness of her in the other room made him tremble with desire and 
warmth. 

Dinner was delicious, the steak cooked to perfection as only a woman who has 
been alone and on her own for a long time could- do. He ate with a passion, 
gobbling the food down like a starving man, knowing that she felt full of 
pride at the way he devoured her meal. She did not drink much of the wine, 
he put most of it away and she seemed worried about his drinking as she 
watched him fill his glass again after the dinner was over and they were 
sitting in the living room on her couch. 

"Don't lecture me about my drinking, Liz," he growled in a deep voice. "I've 
heard all the stories. I enjoy my indulgence and I resent anyone who tries 
to deny me it." 

She shook her head and spoke in a soft, caring voice. "I wouldn't do that, 
John," she told him. "I don't have any right to pry into your life." 

"You wouldn't want to," he said, laughing bitterly. "All you'd find for your 
trouble is the disease of failure. Not a pretty picture at all." 

She ignored his remark and opened a small box, removing a couple of tightly 
rolled cigarettes. She lit one and sucked the heady smoke into her mouth, 
passing it on to him. He cocked his eye at her and chuckled softly, inhaling 
the pungent drug into his lungs. 

They passed the joint back and forth until it was finished and then he set 
the tiny butt in the lip of the ashtray and sat back against the couch, 
feeling more relaxed and comfortable than he had in weeks. 

The music was incredible in its soothing manner and he found his arm 
slipping around her shoulder as she edged closer to him on the couch. He 
turned and stared into her eyes that were peering intently at him. 

"What do you want with me," he said quietly. He shook involuntarily with the 
nearness of her and sighed heavily. "What can you possibly be thinking 
about?" 

"I love you, John," she said simply, as if she were describing the weather 
outside. "I don't know why, I even know that it is absurd. But I do love you 
and I don't expect you to love me in return." 

He shook his head and patted her shoulder. "That is the one thing you must 
not do, Liz," he said, his voice flat and tense. "You can't do that, you 
can't do that at all." 

She bent forward, running the tips of her fingers along his rough, dry 
cheek. "I can't deny what I feel, John, even if you think me silly and 
foolish," she whispered softly. "What is there, is there!" 

He groaned, an aching, needing tremor racing through his loins, mixing with 
the sad, pounding pain that was tearing at his heart. Why in the name of God 
did he have to find her now, he thought. Why not before or later? Why, damn 
it now. 

"No, Liz, no," he whispered harshly. He got up and stood in front of her, 
trembling with a rage that somehow she knew she did not cause. "I tell you 
it can't be! It can't be!" 

"Don't go, John," she pleaded, tugging on his arm, pulling him back down 
beside her. "Don't go now, please!" 

He started to protest but her moist, luscious mouth covered his in a 
passionate, loving kiss and he trembled with the urgency of his rapidly 
pounding loins as he felt her warm, pliant petals roaming hungrily over his 
own. 

He felt her shivering as he put his arms around her, his hands sliding down 
over her back, kneading her flesh through her warm, soft sweater. She moaned 
softly as she felt his fingers poised over the curve of her pert bottom and 
she gently wiggled her darling behind, urging the seeking digits on. 

He slithered the two, powerful hands over her soft, spongy buttocks and 
gripped them lovingly with his strong fingers. She groaned as the warm, 
enticing sensation of wanting churned happily in her loins. 

"Liz, Liz, I can't, I shouldn't," he moaned quietly, unable to remove his 
hands from the promise of her darling bottom. "You don't realize, you don't 
understand!" 

She ran her lips over his and kissed him gently and tenderly. Her succulent 
petals were fluttering sensuously over his as she spoke in an urgent 
whisper. "It doesn't matter what we understand, darling," she cooed softly. 
"All that matters is that I want you and need you right now!" 

He groaned, the aching sigh coming from more than just his momentary need. 
He felt the void suddenly being filled and he crushed his mouth against 
hers, slithering his tongue past her pliant lips and entwining it around her 
own in an angry, loving embrace that came from the depths of his loins and 
soul. 

His fingers gripped and squeezed her pert buns, he could feel them quivering 
enticingly under his urgent touch. She was wearing a plaid, cotton skirt and 
he could hear the crinkle of her panties as he caressed her precious half 
moons. 

She pressed her body against him greedily, her lovely, smooth legs sliding 
over his, trapping one of his thighs between them. She could feel his hard, 
growing cock getting stiff against her kneecap and she sighed in 
anticipation as she pressed the darling limb tight against the swelling rod. 

"It's been so long, John, so very, very long," she moaned as one of his 
hands traveled back up her spine and his fingers grasped hold of the zipper 
to her sweater. "Please don't be afraid of loving me, darling,! I'm not a 
virgin, I know what I'm feeling! I need you, I need you desperately!" 

Her urgent tone filled him with passion and he ran the zipper down her back, 
open the sweater to his kneading hand. He felt her warm, smooth back, 
rippling with her anxious passion and he shook uncontrollably as the greedy 
desire began to race through his loins. 

Urgently he pulled the sweater up over her head. Her arms went into the air 
and he slid the garment past them. He sucked in his breath as he view her 
round, small breasts heaving up and down against her tight bra as her breath 
came in rapid bursts. 

He curled his fingers around one milky cup and squeezed gently on the soft 
mound. She moaned in delight and mashed her breasts against his caressing 
fingers. She pressed her knee tightly against his groin and the pounding 
blood that raced through his excited rod thrilled her with its throbbing 
power. 

Hungrily her ran his hand over the tops of her thighs and slithered it under 
her short, cotton skirt. She shivered uncontrollably as she felt his greedy 
fingers dancing across her trembling pussy mound. She gasped as she felt the 
strong, seeking hand cupping over her moist mound and gripping it roughly. 

She thrust her pussy against his hand and moaned quietly. Her warm, 
throbbing cave was damp with her passion and the juice of her love was 
soaking through her sheer panties and he could feel his fingers and palm 
growing moist with the luscious fluid of her desire. 

"Oh, John, John, John," she moaned, her young, moist flesh quivering 
erotically under his kneading hands. "I want your love so badly! Oh, God I 
need you! I need you!" 

Anxiously he reached around behind her and fumbled with her brassiere until 
her breasts popped free. She sighed with pleasure as she felt him drawing 
the needless halter along her arms. She moaned with expectation as his 
searching digits slithered back around her body and danced, lovingly, over 
her jiggling globes. He rolled his palm back and forth across her nipples 
and she swayed slightly under the urgent caress. He took one firm, tiny 
pebble between his thumb and forefinger and pinched it tenderly. A spasm of 
aching delight tingled from her breasts to her loins as he attended to the 
darling button and she groaned in pleasure. 

Her own darling hand slid down over his belt and pressed lightly against his 
hard mound. She could feel the boiling need throbbing in his thick, long 
spear and she eagerly curled her fingers around the thick shaft, pinching 
and tugging on it through the material of his trousers. 

He jerked spasmodically as her lovely digits rode gently up and down along 
his aching meat. She pulled and pressed against the powerful tool and he 
could feel his desire and wanting racing through his loins, growing stronger 
with every delicious stroke that she took. 

His lust had control of him now and he slithered his fingers up along her 
belly, slipping them between her waistband and flesh. She shivered 
involuntarily as she felt the absolutely magnificent spears gently riding 
over her bare belly. She gasped in delight when he curled his fingers around 
her damp, slippery pussy hair and gave it a teasing tug. He heard her 
moaning softly and her belly rippled enticingly under his touch, making him 
even more excited. 

Urgently his hand traveled further downward. He scratched lazily at her hot, 
trembling cunt mound, rolling his fingers around the rim of her twitching 
clit. She bucked and jerked wildly, slamming her hot hillock against his 
hand, trying desperately to have the powerful, pleasing tips of his fingers 
reach her tortured button of love. Laughing softly, he slid the digits over 
her "tiny, stiff button. She gasped loudly as she felt him catch the sweet, 
damp nub between his fingers and roll it back and forth until she was 
quaking with the fiery, stinging pleasure that she was feeling and sobbing 
for breath. 

His mouth traveled from her warm, moist neck down along her creamy flesh 
until he reached the jiggling softness of her breasts. He slithered his 
tongue between the precious globes and kissed them lovingly. She trembled 
and shook violently, the aching spasms beyond her control now and she moaned 
loudly as she felt him running his rough, scraping arrow over the tips of 
her darling nipples. 

He locked his teeth onto a single stone and sucked it into his mouth, 
lashing it with his determined dart. She shuddered involuntarily, mashing 
her breasts against his face, her free hand running passionate through his 
hair. , "Ohhh, John, John, yes," she sighed happily. "Yes, that's what I 
want! That's what I love! Ohhh, kiss them, John! Kiss my aching breasts!" 

Hungrily he kissed and sucked on the trapped sphere. He lathered the pink, 
pointed dart of her nipple and the creamy, alabaster background of her 
spongy globe. His teeth nibbled pleasingly on her flesh and her burning womb 
seemed to get more and more consumed by need as his hand continued to caress 
her damp mound. 

Gently he slithered his fingers along the edges of her fluttering, moist 
pussy lips. She rocked from side to side and clutched him fiercely to her 
aching flesh. She sighed with pleasure as she felt him run the tips of his 
fingers along the cleft of her swollen petals, racing them across her wet 
folds of flesh, twisting and turning them between the gripping lips until 
she felt as if her cunt were going to explode from need and passion. 

She tugged on his belt and yanked on his zipper until she had them free. He 
gasped with the intense delight of her fingers wrapping themselves around 
his naked cock. She tenderly pulled the huge, quaking shaft from the 
confinement of his underpants and slithered her soft, slender digits up and 
down the throbbing prong. 

"Ahhh, Jesus, ahh, Christ," he groaned, his teeth clenched tightly together, 
his voice clipped and raspy. "Ohh, you know how to do it, Liz! You really 
know how to do it!" 

She chuckled softly, pleased at the reaction she was getting from him and 
she gripped his cock tightly in her tiny, precious fist, pumping and pulling 
on his throbbing shaft as she went along. 

With wanting passion he quickly slithered two of his angry spears beyond the 
damp, warm entrance to her aching cave. She bucked violently as she. felt 
the wonderful spears entering her. Her strong, young cunt muscles gripped 
the invading shafts as they rode along and her cunt thrilled to the filling 
sensation of his strong, thick probes. 

Twisting and turning them over the hot, slippery walls of her taut pit, he 
buried the fingers deep in her womb, tickling her throbbing interior with 
his determined, loving digits. She shivered and sobbed, dropping her head to 
his shoulder and sinking her teeth into his strong, hard neck. 

He reached down with his free hand and tugged on her panties, pulling them 
away from her damp hillock. She wiggled and lifted her soft, tender bottom 
from the couch and allowed him to bare her aching loins. He spread her legs 
apart and pumped his fingers in and out of her pussy in a smooth, rhythmic 
motion, making her hot, wet mound rock to and fro with his every stroke. 

She slammed her hand up and down on his aching tool with fevered strokes. He 
groaned loudly and shivered in pleasure as her marvelous fingers slithered 
over his throbbing shaft. She dug her nails into his tortured, burning flesh 
and dragged them along his meat with a wicked delight. - He gasped, his 
breathing painfully harsh and labored. He could feel nothing now but the 
gripping hunger of her warm, slippery womb and the powerful pleasure of his 
prick as she continued to drive her luscious digits along the huge member. 

They were rolling over the couch, half falling off. of it, their bodies 
cramped and awkwardly bent against the narrow, confining sofa. She shivered 
with ecstasy as his fingers buried themselves in her pussy and she could no 
longer stand having to adjust her position and pleasure to the small piece 
of furniture. 

"Let's go to the bed, darling," she gasped breathlessly, freeing his prick 
and pulling away from him. "Let's go to the bed and get comfortable!" 

Willingly he followed her into the bedroom. She stripped off her rumpled 
skirt and pulled back the covers in urgent haste. He quickly shed his 
clothing and in moments he joined her on the bed, wrapping his arms around 
her warm, trembling body, his prick lying hard against her pulsating belly. 

He moved his lips over her mouth and chin, kissing and licking her 
passionately. She sighed with delight as she felt him running the loving 
petals down over her breasts, nibbling at her moist mounds with his hungry 
teeth. Her fingers danced lightly over his retreating back as he moved on 
down her quaking body, kissing her flat, rippling stomach, slithering his 
tongue around the rim of her navel. 

She giggled with anticipation as she felt his mouth riding over her hard, 
warm belly. He kissed her eager flesh deeply and caught the faint strands of 
her damp, slippery bush in his teeth and tugged on them teasingly. She 
groaned and caught his thighs in her fingers, pulling him around toward her 
willing mouth. 

He allowed her to place his thighs on either f side of her head and he 
moaned with pleasure as she flicked out her pink, pointed tongue and snapped 
wickedly at the tip of his engorged cock. Eagerly his lips surrounded the 
palpitating nugget that was her erect, quivering clit. He sucked the juicy 
pebble between his teeth and held it firmly with them while he lathered the 
sweet button with his rough, harsh tongue. 

A lovely, warm fire licked at her loins and the stinging delight of his 
sucking made her moan with wanting and satisfaction. She thrust her pussy up 
to his willing mouth and cried out in soft sounds of passion as he continued 
to nibble at the wet, hard dot of her aching clit. 

"Ooooo, that's good, John, that's very good," she moaned softly, rolling her 
pussy from left to right under his greedy attack. "Ummm, I like that! It's 
wonderful! Just so wonderful!" 

She ran her luscious tongue around the rim of his throbbing helmet and Kraft 
shuddered violently in delight. Gently she worked her way down the huge, 
pulsating shaft, kissing his hot, fevered meat lovingly with her darling 
tongue, rolling the soft, pliant petals of her lips over his pounding rod 
and nipping at the aching flesh with her even, white teeth. 

He gasped loudly when she reached the root of his shaft and slithered her 
mouth below to his dangling balls. She darted and jabbed with her tongue at 
the taut, hairy bag and tenderly nibbled on his flesh until he was almost 
crying out in delight and she could feel the hot come boiling in his warm 
sack. 

She opened her mouth wide and sucked the pounding bag between her moist 
lips. Tenderly she locked her teeth onto the meaty container and slashed at 
his balls with her darling tongue, knocking them back and forth against her 
warm cheeks while she sucked hard on the taut sack, humming a vibrating tune 
that made him gasp and shudder with unbelievable pleasure. 

"Ohhh, yeah, yeah." he moaned, quivering wildly under her determined 
sucking. "Damn, that's good! Damn, can you suck! Can you suck those balls, 
Liz!" 

She tugged her head up and down and he jerked spasmodically. 

She could feel the come steaming in the pit of his throbbing bag and she 
felt her loins tingling with passion as he mashed his mouth hard against her 
dripping cave and slammed his tongue in and out of her with an increasing 
frenzy, driving the scraping prong along her taut, hot inner., walls, making 
her shudder uncontrollably with his every licking stroke. 

His fingers slithered beneath her spongy, pert bottom and she moaned as he 
gripped the pliant cheeks lovingly and squeezed them in his determined 
grasp. She felt the luscious ache of desire as he slid the tips of his 
fingers along her damp, trembling anal cleft, rolling and twisting the 
urgent spear, tapping it tentatively against her tight, dark dot. 

She shivered in anticipation, no one had ever touched her there before and 
she wondered what it was going to be like. She relaxed her taut, unyielding 
anal muscles and felt the marvelous sensation of his digit probing her bum 
gently. Moaning in passion she quivered her darling ass, allowing him to 
slip the tip of his seeking prong beyond her warm entrance. She groaned 
loudly as she felt the thick, seeking spear driving slowly into her aching 
anal shaft. He twisted and turned the wonderful prong, tenderly burying it 
to the hilt in her hot, throbbing bum. 

"Ohh, wow, wow, wow." she gasped loudly. She ground her luscious half moons 
against his gripping hand and trapped finger. "That feels so different! So 
strange! Oooo, I like it, John, I like it a lot!" 

He laughed softly and slowly began to pump it in and out of her tight pit. 
He followed the rhythm of his riding tongue that was still assaulting her 
moist cave and he could feel his finger through the thin membrane separating 
her pussy and bum. She bucked and swayed under his insistent attack, 
grinding her ass against his palm and her cunt against his mouth, thrilling 
to every intense, quaking delighting her tortured flesh. 

She pulled her mouth from his throbbing, hot nuts and quickly nibbled her 
way back up his long, pounding pole. He sighed deeply as he felt her lovely, 
even teeth slashing at his fevered meat, tugging and nipping with every inch 
of her journey along his burning flesh. 

Lovingly she ran her tongue around the rim of his thick helmet. She 
slithered the sweet, moist dart over his thin, quaking piss slit and he 
shook spasmodically as he felt the delicious pressure of her arrow against 
his engorged head. Tenderly she opened her pliant, sensual lips and wrapped 
them around his hard tip. He bucked violently as he felt her teeth locking 
on his rim and he moaned in aching passion as she began to suck hard of the 
throbbing member. 

Gently she drew more of his tortured manhood into her mouth. Riding her 
gripping teeth and sucking lips along, she forced his prick into the velvet 
warm of her tight, virgin throat. He gasped and thrust his groin into her 
face involuntarily and she willing opened her muscles and allowed all of him 
to disappear into her silken passage. 

"Sweet, Jesus," he cried, loudly. He rocked violently and felt her lovely, 
strong muscles holding him firmly in her mouth. Her moist, warm lips sucking 
on his imprisoned shaft hungrily. "Oh, God, oh, God that's good! Ahhh, suck 
me, Liz! Suck me hard!" 

Gleefully she began to pump the huge, blood-filled member in and out of her 
precious mouth. She sucked deeply on the driving spear, dragging her teeth 
along his flesh and blowing hard against the pounding shaft. He shook from 
left to right and jammed his tongue hard into her boiling womb. She groaned 
and rammed his prick to the depths of her throat, sucking on the massive 
pole as hard as she could. 

They were both boiling with need and driving their mouths against each 
other's organs with driving intensity. Harder and harder he rammed his 
tongue into her taut, steaming tunnel. His finger slammed in and out of her 
asshole with a powerful force that almost made her scream with the twin 
sensations of pain and pleasure that she was feeling. 

Her cunt was growing hotter and hotter and seemed to be as tightly drawn as 
a bow in anticipation of her climax. She rammed his prick into her luscious 
throat once more then sucked hard, pulling her head from his prick and 
lathering the tip with her sweet, pointed tongue. 

"I need you inside me, John," she moaned, swaying from side to side, her 
body quivering violently. "I can't stand not having you in me, anymore! Oh, 
God, fuck me, John! Fuck me now!" 

He drew his head from her pussy and smiled tenderly at her. Gently and 
slowly he kissed his way back up along her belly and stomach, pausing only 
for a moment to lather and suck on her stiff, erect nipples. 

She felt his prick riding along her flesh, pounding wildly, the boiling 
blood and come racing through it with urgent need and flaming desire. 
Lovingly he settled between her legs, his hard, manly thighs pressing 
tightly against her soft, creamy limbs. She groaned as she felt his prick 
slithering up and down along her wet, palpitating pussy lips. Gasping in 
need she reached down with her soft, warm hand and curled her fingers around 
his cock, sliding it between the damp, slippery petals of joy. 

He shivered spasmodically as he felt his prick sliding past the fluttering 
folds of flesh. She jerked violently as he pushed a bit more of his prick 
beyond her hot, wanting entrance. 

, Her cunt muscles flexed involuntarily, grasping at the invading shaft with 
ever so hungry passion and desire. 

"You're so tight and warm," he moaned softly, rocking from side to side, 
sliding a bit more of the prick into her taut tunnel. "So nice, so damn 
nice! Ahhh, Jesus. Liz! It feels so good to be inside of you, so fucking 
good!" She shivered with warm delight and bucked her hips up to meet the 
plunging rod. Tenderly he thrust forward and buried his hard, pounding 
manhood to the hilt in her warm, quivering chamber. She locked her cunt 
muscles tightly around the sunken tool and gently rolled back and forth, 
twisting and turning his prick in the depths of her fevered womb. 

"Ohhh, fuck, me now, John." she gasped, her voice full of aching need. 
"Please fuck me, now! Fuck me, hard, hard, hard! Right now, John! Right 
now!" 

He withdrew part way from the grasping, boiling passage and poised himself 
for his attack. Her eyes were shut tight in aching desire and her body felt 
as if it were on fire as he embraced her lovingly and kissed her tortured, 
moist lips. 

As she slithered her tongue between his teeth and he met hers with his own, 
he suddenly plunged forward, ramming his prick hard along her taut, damp 
tunnel, slamming it all the way inside of her. making her scream with 
delight as he ground his cock in the depths of her boiling cave. 

She gasped and thrust her belly hard against his. They mashed their loins 
together and were groaning loudly with passion as he began to pump his huge, 
pounding shaft in and out of her willing pussy. She bucked and jerked her 
cunt up to meet his every thrusting stroke and her loins were quaking 
violently with greed as the heady, overpowering warmth of her pleasure tore 
through her. 

Faster and faster they drove themselves at each other. The room echoed with 
the loud, wet smacking noise of their crashing bellies and slippery loins 
and their cries of aching pleasure rattled off the walls as they yelped and 
screamed with every delicious sensation they were experiencing. 

The dank, thick odor of lust surrounded them like a cloud and the pungent 
aroma mixed with the sweet smell of the incense she had thoughtfully lit 
when first arriving home. The sweet and sour smells spumed their passion on 
and Kraft plunged in and out of her luscious cunt with a frenzied abandon. 

It had been ages since he had had such a good, honest fuck. Greta and the 
whore had not counted. They were business. Liz was something else and he 
intended to enjoy her as much as he could. 

He twirled his prick around in her throbbing chamber, aching with delight at 
the way she seemed to match his every motion. Her tight, hot, little pussy 
responded lovingly to everything he did and she bucked and swayed 
rhythmically under his pounding assault, really yearning to join him in all 
that she could. 

"Ohhh, God, God, God," she sobbed, the tears running from her eyes and 
staining his tongue with their salty warmth. "John, it feels so good, so 
damn good! Oh, darling, thank you, thank you, thank you!" 

He drove into her once again and felt her - body tensing under him. He knew 
that her steaming, slippery pit was preparing for her delicious moment and 
he rode her hot walls passionately, determined to make this the best climax 
she ever had. 

He felt her shuddering and quaking uncontrollably as the final, explosive 
spasms began. She ground her pussy tightly against his groin and her short, 
trim fingernails dug painfully into his back as the eruption exploded from 
her loins and a burning, creamy river of come splashed over his prick and 
burst from her pussy, running down his legs as he powered into Her again and 
again. 

Carefully he- matched his thrusting strokes with her spasms of passion. Her 
rolled and thrashed on the bed with her, loving the intense and boiling 
power of her orgasm. She screamed wildly and drove her cunt hard against his 
prick, crying out in pleasure and moaning breathlessly. 

"Ohhhh, God, it's good," she sobbed. "I'm coming so good, John! I'm coming 
so damn good! Ahhh, it feels wonderful, wonderful to come with you!" 

She locked her gripping pussy muscles around his prick and squeezed them 
together as hard as she could. She could feel the yearning desire that was 
tearing through him and she slammed hard to meet his plunging shaft, wanting 
him to feel the same insane pleasure that she was going through. 

"Come, baby, come," she cooed softly, using every part of her body to bring 
him one. "Come, now, come in me right now! Oooo, I need your come in me! I 
need it so badly! Yes, yes, come in me, please! Come in me now!" 

Harder and faster he rode her slippery, quaking walls. Her burning climax 
was exciting him more and more and he could feel his tight, throbbing balls 
reaching the moment of release. He thrust violently into the pit of her 
luscious, hot cave and screamed in pleasure. 

"I'm going to come, Liz," he groaned passionately. "I'm going to come in 
you, now! Ahhh, Jesus, Liz, it's so good! It's going to feel so fucking good 
coming in you! Ohhh, God damn!" 

She felt him shudder uncontrollably and then suddenly a creamy, thick burst 
of liquid love shot from the tip of his fevered prick and scalded her 
already burning inner walls. She felt him quaking with the blissful, 
agonizing pleasure of his orgasm and she held him as tightly to her as 
possible as the exquisite pain tore through him and wave after violent wave 
of delight ripped through his tortured loins and aching cock. 

He bucked and thrashed, joining her passionate release with his own and they 
were soon almost a single, exploding being, the hot, thick come lathering 
their bodies as they ground themselves together again and again. 

On and on the spasms of love raced through them. Kraft had not experienced 
an orgasm like this in years and he was sure that it was something new for 
her, also. He loved the way her pussy wrapped around his prick like a glove 
and he kissed her swollen, moist lips lovingly as they shivered through the 
final throes of their reward. She returned his kiss with a gentle, loving 
manner and soon they were lying quietly, getting their strength back. 

He cupped her breast in his hand and rolled over on his back, pulling her to 
him in a tender embrace. She snuggled down into the crook of his shoulder 
and kissed his neck with her soft, pliant lips. 

"It was wonderful, John," she whispered gratefully. "It was more than I 
could have hoped for! I never felt so good in my life!" 

He stroked her pretty, damp hair and kissed her forehead lightly. "For me, 
too," he sighed happily. "It's been a long time, Liz. A long, long time!" 

She sighed contentedly and in a few minutes he heard the rhythmic pulsating 
sound of her measured breathing as she slipped into a quiet, happy sleep. He 
lay that way for almost an hour before drifting off himself. He stroked her 
back and thought of how insanely lucky he was. He had not counted on Liz at 
all. She was the best thing to happen to him in years. He just hoped nothing 
went wrong, that those dark, unseen forces that fucked things up were fast 
asleep this time. He had seen too much, been too many things, he thought. 
The Director was right, it was time for a rest. In a little while, he told 
himself. In just a little while. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

He saw her often after that. Too often, in fact! He went home with her on an 
average of three to four nights a week and once or twice she came to his 
place, though he was ashamed of the flat and did not want her to come there. 

He realized that he was getting too much of her in his life, that it was not 
the correct way to handle the affair, but he could do nothing about it, 
nothing at all! He had not felt this good in years about a woman. She was 
the only thing that was decent in his useless, depressing life. He did not 
tell her any of this, nor did he seemed to have changed at all. 

He was still the dark, moody man he had always been and the other students 
did not understand what Liz saw in him. They began to assume that the quiet, 
pretty girl who had always seemed so shy must have a streak of S and M in 
her, for they were sure that he abused her. 

He was always so gruff and short with everyone, including her. Only when 
they were completely alone in her apartment would he even show a tiny crack 
in the cold, dark reserve he carried about him. She did not seem to mind his 
moods and never forced herself or wants on him. She never asked him home 
after that, he had told her he didn't like it, thinking second thoughts 
about the affair the morning after their first time together. 

But the night after that day he had asked to go home with her, putting it 
that bluntly and she had agreed. "Anytime you want me, John," she had told 
him quite matter-of-factly. "Anytime you ask, I'll have you over. It's 
simply that I'm in love with you, whether either of us likes it or not!" 

She never brought it up again but it amazed him anyway that she could so 
boldly speak her deepest caring and desires. He had lived so long with 
hiding , his emotions, pretending to feel and act something other than the 
truth, that he could no longer function any other way. 

He would walk her home, not touching her at all, as if they were barely 
friends and she would not mind at all. Once inside the apartment, she would 
wait patiently for him to approach her and then once secure in the knowledge 
that he wanted to make love she would turn into some kind of lusting, wild 
animal of passion that could drain every bit of the ache and need out of 
him. He was sure that he was making a mistake getting this deeply involved 
with her, but it was impossible for him to break it off and he resigned 
himself to the troubled mixture of guilt and pleasure he was living through. 

He continued to drink heavily and on the nights he was not with her, he 
prowled the bars, kept his violent cursing manner to a minimum and made sure 
that everyone in the neighborhood knew who and what he was. And what he had 
been. He played the role of the boasting failure, pointing up his personal 
triumphs and how he had been so royally screwed. Most people he met did not 
believe he had ever been what he claimed to be, but they did not matter. 
Talking to them was only a chore that had to be performed in order that he 
reach who he wanted to reach. 

"We want Olandt," the Director had told him. "We want him disgraced and 
gotten rid of by them. You are going to do that for us, John Philip. By the 
time they reach you, they will be ready for anything you tell them, I 
promise you!" 

But no one reached him. No one made any move to contact him and he was 
beginning to wonder if this whole idea wasn't a pipe dream. Perhaps they 
won't buy it, he often thought. Perhaps they've seen through it already. He 
did not like to think about that, for he wanted to get Olandt with all the 
passion he had ever felt. It would be horrible to fail, he did not think he 
could stand that. Even Liz could not help him stand that, he thought. 

So there was nothing to do but continue. It was the waiting again, the long, 
agonizing waiting that one had to get through. That which you can do nothing 
about. He kept up his game and continued to sneak the bottle into the 
library, making sure that every once in awhile, one of the other students 
would see him sneaking off, only to return with a smile on his face, 
smelling faintly of cheap whiskey and the pathetic scented gum he chewed to 
disguise his breath. 

The winter dragged on and on, February drew to a close and March appeared to 
offer no relief from the driving, bitter wind that licked painfully at his 
bones and the ugly, bleak sky that never seemed to change. He gave the 
appearance of a man definitely on his way down and when he was able to 
provoke Liz into vocal worrying about him, he knew that he had achieved his 
goal. 

One day, when he didn't come to work, Liz dropped by his dingy, depressing 
room and found him huddled under the covers, shivering with fever, almost 
white with the illness he was caught in. She wanted to send for a doctor but 
he wouldn't let her, they cost too much. 

She made him some soup which he barely kept down and she sat by him, talking 
about herself, telling him things she had never told anyone before. She 
spoke of her parents and how they were cold and distant with her. How she 
never really had very many friends and how more than anything else in her 
life, she wanted to love and be loved by a decent, kind man. 

"You're that man, John," she told him softly. Her voice was calm and almost 
without emotion. "You aren't what you seem," she laughed softly, smiling 
down at his confused eyes. "You didn't think I saw that, did you? Well, I 
did. Whoever you are, John, you're not the man you pretend to be. I know you 
care, care deeply about things. But I don't mind. I told you before, I love 
you and whatever you do I'll accept." 

She stayed with him that night and did not go into work the next day. It 
took three days for his fever to break and even though he was quick sick, it 
was one of the most pleasant weekends he had ever spent. By Monday morning 
he was well enough to go to work. He had an excellent minor row with Barnes 
and that evening on his way home he was followed. 

He caught sight of the tail just out of the subway and played an amusing 
game leading the man all over the Village. He was good, but not that good 
and Kraft could have lost him any time that he wanted. It wouldn't have been 
hard, the man was so obvious and sloppy that a quick bus trick, climbing on, 
getting off and grabbing a cab when the bus pulled away would have done it. 
But he let the man stay with him. He wanted to be sure it was for real. 

He drank quite a bit that night, he kept his eye on the man, who stayed near 
enough to him to make himself plain for inspection. The guy was a little 
older than Kraft and a great deal overweight. He had a prissy, and a fussy 
manner and it was obvious to Kraft that he was not important at all, merely 
someone to do the busy work. He did not approach Kraft that night, nor did 
he the next two while Kraft kept up his role of drinking heavily and staying 
out late. 

At work, Kraft seemed to have gotten worse, now. He no longer bothered with 
the gum and didn't try to sneak off anymore. He wouldn't talk to Liz at all 
and stayed away from her as much as possible. She didn't show if she was 
hurt by his cold distance but his heart ached because he was sure that it 
was killing her inside. 

He was determined to get this part of the job over with and on Thursday 
morning he let Barnes catch him drinking. Of course he was fired on the 
spot, but not before doing a bit of pushing and shoving that brought the 
police. He was booked for disturbing the peace and let go after Liz bailed 
him out. 

He didn't thank her very gratefully, almost seeming to resent her help and 
he refused the rare offer to go home with her. He left her on the bus at 
Third and Fourth and walked up to catch the subway home. He felt sick inside 
from too much booze and the cruel way he had treated her and he wished that 
the fat man would make his approach. That night, in one of the few bars he 
was allowed to drink in, the fat man did. 

He introduced himself as William Stevens. "Call me Bill," he told Kraft, 
cheerfully. "I know we're going to get along famously!" 

Kraft didn't waste any time. "What do you want with me," he said, downing 
his shot and then sipping at his beer. His eyes were bleary and he knew he 
looked a mess. "I don't know you. What do you want?" 

"Oh, I know of you, everybody knows you, Mister Kraft," the fat man said 
happily. "And I think I might be able to introduce you to some very 
important people. The kind of people that could do you some good!" 

"Is that why you've been following me for the last three days," Kraft 
snarled. "You do a shitty job of it, you know! I spotted you ten minutes 
into the act!" 

"Well, I'm not a professional," stammered Stevens, "I'm just a friend, you 
know. Just someone trying to help." 

"You're damn lucky I didn't take you by the throat and kick your ass up and 
down Eighth Avenue," Kraft snarled, his eyes red and fiery. "I don't much 
like being spied on, you know. I have a mind to beat you silly right now, 
just for the hell of it!" 

Stevens shook visibly with fear and seemed to pull his bar stool a little 
bit away from Kraft as he protested. "I'm just shy, that's all. I wanted to 
be sure about you first. After all, one can get into trouble very easily!" 

"You're about one inch from it, you ugly toad," Kraft growled. He took the 
man's tie in his hand and twisted it around until Steven's face was inches 
from his own, the fat man's eyes flickering wildly in terror. "Now talk, you 
stupid pig," Kraft whispered fiercely. "What are you up to? Who do you work 
for?" 

"I'm... I'm... supposed to arrange a meeting," the fat man stammered with a 
labored breath that shook his entire body. "I... I can't tell you more, I 
swear I can't!" 

Kraft shoved him away with a sigh of disgust, turning back to the bar and 
his drink. "You're not worth my trouble, tubby," he spat out in a nasty 
voice. "I don't understand what you're driving at, but you go ahead and set 
up this meeting or whatever it is, I don't care!" 

"Excellent, excellent," the fat man said nervously, rubbing his hands 
together in satisfaction. "I think you will be pleasantly surprised! Yes, 
indeed, I do believe you will be that!" 

Kraft turned as the fat man rose to go. He reached up and grabbed the man's 
tie again, pulling him down to his level. "One more thing, fatso," he 
hissed. "If I ever see you sneaking around me again, I'm going to carve my 
name on your face with a bottle, do you understand?" 

The fat man nodded again and again, his chubby jowls bobbing almost 
obscenely. 

"Indeed, indeed," he said, gulping for breath. "I promise you it won't 
happen again. I promise you." 

Kraft let him go and the man hurried out of the bar after telling him that 
he would be in touch. Kraft watched him go and shook his head, laughing 
quietly to himself. They would get the message all right, the fat man would 
tell them for sure. He would say that Kraft was almost insane, very edgy and 
dangerous. He wouldn't want to be around him anymore. It was going to go 
according to plan after all. 

The meeting was the next morning. Kraft slept late and found a note in a 
weak hand, obviously the fat man's, telling him to meet with a tall, white 
man at seven p.m. on the Queen's side of the Fifty-ninth street bridge. 
Kraft had to like that little bit. Meeting him there was obviously a test of 
Kraft's emotional ties to Lyter. Very clever of them to think of that. You 
had to admire it. 

Kraft came fifteen minutes late, smelling of whiskey and not dressed for the 
weather. The man was carrying the flower box he was to be recognized by and 
Kraft took his time reaching him, complaining loud enough under his breath 
for the man to hear him. 

"Sorry about the spot," the man said, sticking out his hand when Kraft 
reached him. "It's a rotten place to meet, but rather safe. 

My name is Davlin, John Davlin, and I'm very glad to meet you Mister Kraft." 

Kraft ignored the hand and looked around nervously. "Let's get out of here, 
okay," he said in a tight voice. "This place gives me the creeps and I'm 
freezing my ass off. I need a drink!" 

Davlin nodded and Kraft noticed a trace of a superior smile curling at the 
edges of the man's lips. He thinks I'm a mess, Kraft thought, happily. He 
thinks he's got himself a live one, one he can play with. That's good, very 
good. 

Davlin took Kraft to an expensive night spot in Queens which Kraft 
complained that he didn't have the money for. Davlin explained that 
everything was to be on him and that seemed to calm Kraft down a bit. 

"Let's get right down to it, Mister Kraft," he said after a couple drinks to 
break the ice. "I am in a position to put you in contact with people that 
might be interested in certain information. Information they would pay you 
very well for, indeed. I am a middle man, I have no say, I merely transmit 
messages. I don't think I have to go into detail with you about what these 
people are looking for." 

"You want me to turn, don't you," Kraft laughed bitterly. He shook his head, 
sighing heavily. "I wondered when you sharks would start nibbling." 

Davlin smiled coldly, a thin mean grin that Kraft didn't like at all. "I'm 
sure you are perfectly correct in despising us, Mister Kraft," he said in a 
flat tone of voice. "But that doesn't pay your rent, nor buy your liquor, 
now does it?" 

"Don't get high-handed with me, you slimy bastard," Kraft growled. He stuck 
out his chin defiantly. "I've done pretty well by myself, I don't need you!" 

"It's not a question of need at all," Davlin said quietly. "It' all a matter 
of profit, now isn't it? You don't have to like me, Mister Kraft, just tell 
me whether I should inform the others you are interested or not?" 

"It would have to pay a God damn lot," Kraft grumbled darkly. He shook his 
head violently. "I'm not putting my balls on the line for nickels and dimes, 
I'll tell you that right off! I'm not insane, you know." 

"Ohhh, I'm sure it will be worth your while," Davlin chuckled softly. He 
sipped his drink and nodded. "They have plenty of money to spend for the 
right information, I can assure you of that!" 

Kraft drummed his fingers on the bar top, shaking in his seat from 
nervousness and the lingering effects of his heavy drinking. He tossed up 
the glass of whiskey in one long gulp and ordered another, pointing to the 
pile of bills in front of Davlin to the bartender. 

He drank half of the next drink in one gulp and turned to the man. "I have 
to talk with them, I have to see how they are and what they plan to pay," he 
said quickly. "No deal before that, I can't afford it any other way." 

"No problem," Davlin said, getting to his feet, leaving the money on the 
bar, nodding toward it with his head. "Keep that as a gesture of good faith. 
They will contact you." Then he was gone, leaving Kraft alone in the loud, 
crowded expensive club. Kraft waited a half an hour then left the bar. He 
took a bus, then subway, then cab a half a dozen twisted ways through the 
city until he was sure that he wasn't being followed. When he reached the 
apartment building on the upper west side he punched a few of the buzzers 
and slipped in though the door, leaving the people to babble through the 
intercom at no one. 

"They bit and I think they are going to swallow it," he said to the Director 
as he sat down. "God, it's about time, I was getting nervous, I don't mind 
telling you. I don't like this waiting!" 

"Well, you don't have now, do you," the Director said. He was warming his 
hands over the radiator. "I suppose they'll take you inside now, I don't 
think you'll leave the city, but you won't be walking around. That's all 
right isn't it? I mean it doesn't bother you?" 

"I don't give a damn, as long as we get Olandt," Kraft said fiercely. 
"That's the only thing that matters to me! The only thing." 

"What about the girl," the Director said softly. He turned to face Kraft, 
his eyes warm and concerned. "You'll be able to take care of that?" 

"Forget about the girl, forget she even exists," Kraft said, shaking his 
head violently. "I don't want her bothered, do you understand? She knows 
nothing, she's just in love with me. I'll handle it, just leave her alone!" 

"For sure, of course, we meant to," the Director said, nodding his head. He 
walked over and sat down across from Kraft. "Everything will be fine, John, 
you must believe that! It's important that you believe that! Things are 
going correctly, there is no danger of failure, just continue doing your 
job, playing your role. Soon all of this will be like a bad dream. I promise 
you that, John." 

"Just as long as you leave her alone," Kraft said in a determined voice. 
"You do that for me and I'll get Olandt for you. You can count on it!" 

The Director nodded, saying nothing. He got back up for the chair and stared 
out the window to the building snow storm that was beginning to swirl 
through the streets. He shuddered as if the cold were seeping in through the 
walls and glass and lashing the room with its unforgiving bite. 

"I wonder why it's always so nasty out in the cold," he mused softly. He 
sighed and shook his head sadly. "I don't really like it at all, you know. 
But then we all have that problem, don't we?" 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

She was home, as he thought she would be and he woke her from her sleep when 
he pushed the buzzer on the ground floor. She knew it was him, he would be 
the only one to come and bother her after midnight. 

But, of course, it was no bother. She was happy to drag herself from her bed 
and go into the kitchen, pressing the button that would unlock the door four 
flights below. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and walked slowly to the 
door, barely reaching it before he pressed her doorbell. 

"I needed to see you," he said, his voice a thick, half-drunken, half-tense 
rasp. He pushed past her into the room and went into the kitchen. He got 
down two glasses and the bottle of wine he kept in her cupboard and brought 
them into the living room. 

She was sitting on the couch, slowly climbing up through the layers of sleep 
to become completely awake. She was waiting patiently and though she didn't 
want a glass of wine, she accepted it when he offered it to her. 

He sat down next to her and after a few moments of silence, he put his glass 
down on the table and turned her to face him. She was smiling a little and 
the sadness was draining out of her eyes as she peered into his. 

"What is it you want, John?" she asked him sweetly. "That's all you have to 
do is tell me. Tell me what you want." 

"If I could do that, I wouldn't be who I am," he said heavily. He squeezed 
her slender, warm arms in his fingers and she shivered in the coolness of 
the room. "I just need you, that's all," Kraft added, his voice nervous and 
strained. 

He stood up and paced around the room, shaking his head and wiping the damp, 
cold sweat from his forehead. "It isn't any secret that I am not all 
together sane, I understand that! But that doesn't mean I have no feelings, 
that I don't care, do you see?" 

He was standing above her, his eyes on fire with the urgency of his tangled, 
jumbled words. He shook his head and moaned. "At this moment, Liz, I can't 
think of anything! I swear to you, I can't!" 

She opened up her arms and beckoned him to her. "Don't say anything more, 
darling," she whispered softly. "You don't have to say another word." 

He sank down on the couch next to her and let her wrap her arms around him 
and pull him tightly to her breast. She was wearing a long, thin nightgown 
and he could feel her heart beating through her breasts and clothes. He put 
his chin in the crook of her neck and inhaled her sweet, pleasant scent. She 
had bathed just a couple of hours earlier and now she smelled as fresh and 
innocent as a young child. 

He kissed her warm, smooth skin and felt her shudder slightly at the contact 
of his lips. She made a soft, purring sound as he ran his lips back and 
forth across her graceful neck and her gently caressing fingers ran through 
his hair in an absent, loving motion. 

His hand was at the base of her spine, poised above the curve of her pert, 
jutting behind and he could feel her flesh rippling enticingly under his 
hand as he ran it up and down along her elegant back. 

"Kiss me, darling," she cooed softly, turning her head slightly to the side. 
"It's been so long since you kissed me, I need it, you know? I need it so 
badly!" 

Gently he moved his lips up along her graceful neck to her quivering petals 
of love. The full, succulent lips trembled anxiously as he approached them 
and she was breathing faster and more heavily as he neared her yearning 
mouth. She gasped as she felt his dry, cracked lips moving so urgently over 
her own pliant petals. She smelled the dank whiskey and wine on his breath 
and his clothes felt dirty and slept in but she didn't care. Her heart was 
pounding and the familiar, warm throbbing was building in her loins and all 
that she could think about was that she had him there, right then. 

He ground his mouth hard over hers, tasting the incredibly delicious fruit 
of her tangy mouth. She had the sweetness of a fine wine to her lips and her 
warm, tingling body shook like a small animal's in his embrace. He rolled 
his tongue back and forth between the soft, plaint lips, kissing her 
hungrily as he pressed his seeking arrow against her closed teeth. 

Willingly she parted them and allowed him to slither his dart between them, 
curling it lovingly around her own pink, moist dart of pleasure. 

Hungrily she stabbed and lashed at the pleasing spear, jabbing wildly with 
her darling arrow, her sweet, moist lips curling and kissing his with a 
frenzied wanting that began to race through her body with increasing power. 

She felt his marvelously gentle hands riding over the sheer nightgown and 
she groaned softly as she felt one strong, determined palm slithering over 
her trembling buttocks, gripping and squeezing her spongy cheeks with a 
kneading grasp. She sighed with pleasure as the dancing digits cupped and 
caressed her darling buns and her pert little bum quivered and tingled with 
pleasure at his attention. 

She felt his other hand sliding around to her stomach and she gasped softly 
as he lazily ran the fingers upward, tenderly cupping one of her breasts in 
his palm. He gave the soft, luscious globe a gentle squeeze and she moaned 
with delight, her chest expanding with her labored breathing, forcing her 
breast hard against his kneading hand. 

"Ohhh, John, John, John," she moaned softly, swaying a little from side to 
side under his working hands. "You make me feel so good! You always make me 
feel so good! You always do!" 

He could feel the hard, tiny point of her nipple, firm and erect under the 
gown, straining at the sheer fabric, poking into his palm through the flimsy 
garment. He crushed his hand against her boob and rolled the nipple around 
with his hard, flat palm until she was crying out in short, soft moans of 
exquisite delight. 

Lovingly his hand slipped over her thighs and rode on top of them toward her 
. knees. The lovely dimpled caps were covered by the hem of the long gown 
and he pulled the garment up a bit to reveal them to his greedy eyes and 
eager fingers. He curled his hand on top of the darling limb and gave it a 
gentle squeeze. She sighed in delight and mashed her hungry mouth against 
his, kissing him with a mad wanting and aching need. 

"What a lovely, warm body you have," he sighed, his voice thick and tight 
with emotion and desire. "I can't stand it sometimes, it's so good! I just 
can't stand it!" 

Kraft's prick was growing slowly in his pants. The days of booze and lack of 
sleep had put his lust to sleep for the most part but now he felt an aching 
in his loins that was getting stronger and his cock was warm and tingling 
wildly as it steadily got harder and harder. Anxiously he slid his hand 
under her nightgown along her warm, soft thighs. She sighed softly and 
rocked her charming head from side to side as the warm, liquid pleasure 
rolled through her. She shivered with delight when she felt his fingers 
gripping and squeezing her moist flesh, the edges of the pleasing digits 
riding lightly over her trembling, wet pussy lips. She groaned loudly as she 
felt his searching hand riding on top of the damp petals, pumping up and 
down along the swollen folds of flesh with his hard, rough palm. 

She shuddered uncontrollably and her pussy thrust up against his hand as he 
continued to grip and massage her hot, wet mound. He tugged on her damp, 
thick pussy hair, curling the strands between his fingers and slithering the 
tip of his thumb across her twitching clit. The sweet, moist button shivered 
in ecstasy as the gnarled nub pressed against it and her mouth was crushed 
against the side of his cheek, the warm, urgent current of air that was her 
breathing caressing him enticingly. 

"I'm going to drive you insane with pleasure," he whispered wickedly in a 
harsh, husky voice. "I'm going to make you scream with delight!" 

She giggled almost girlishly and rocked her darling bottom up and down on 
the couch, rubbing her trembling, damp cunt mound against his cupping hand. 
"I hope so, darling," she answered in a breathless voice. "I really, really 
hope so!" 

She gasped as she felt him slither a finger along her throbbing cleft 
between her pussy lips. The tender petals grasped at the traveling prong, 
trying desperately to draw it inside of her steaming cave. Gently he rode 
her wet, pounding channel, swirling his finger up and around the trembling 
nugget that was her clit. He caught the juicy button between his thumb and 
forefinger and gently rolled it back and forth until she was shuddering 
violently with the aching desire that was boiling in her loins and stinging 
her pussy angrily, demanding all the pleasures it could get. 

Eagerly she ran her fingers down over his chest, slowly unbuttoning his 
shirt as she went along. He shivered a little bit as he felt the warm, 
pleasing contact of her soft flesh against his own. She slid her nails along 
his skin and he moaned with pleasure as she dug them in just enough to make 
his body tingle with anticipation. 

She reached his hard, flat stomach and slithered the back of her hand over 
the thick, huge mound that was bulging against his pants. Gently she rode 
her fingers back and forth over the thick hillock, barely touching his 
throbbing shaft, sighing with satisfaction as he jerked spasmodically under 
her attention. 

"I love your cock," she told him, her voice a lewd, sensual song that made 
him weak with passion. "I love how big and hard it gets! How strong and hot 
it feels in my hand and cunt! Ahhh, darling, darling, John, your prick is 
all I'll ever want! All I'll ever want!" 

Her hand was riding back and forth over the huge bulge and she gripped it 
lightly as she followed the path of his meat, squeezing with her darling 
fist, tugging tenderly on the imprisoned spear, making him sob loudly with 
aching need. 

She pinched the bulbous head of his shaft through his pants and Kraft felt a 
wild, stinging fire licking at his loins. He shivered involuntarily and 
kissed her neck passionately, nibbling at her elegant flesh with his hungry 
teeth. 

He slid two stiff, thick fingers along her fluttering pussy lips and slowly 
pushed the precious folds of flesh aside, driving the hard prongs between 
them into the dark, warm entrance to her cave of pleasure. She bucked 
violently as she felt the greedy, wonderful shafts enter her. Her cunt was 
wet and hot with need and she shuddered uncontrollably, thrusting her pussy 
up to meet the invading digits. 

Deeper and deeper he slid the hard, tickling spears into her boiling womb. 
She groaned and sobbed with pleasure as she felt his insistent prongs 
scraping lovingly along her aching tunnel walls. Her pussy was slippery and 
wet with the thick, creamy juice of her passion and soon his entire hand was 
covered with the luscious liquid that poured from her darling pit. 

He twisted and turned his fingers inside of her, flicking them against her 
inner flesh and rubbing her twitching clit with his thumb as he continued to 
plunge his fingers along her delicious passage. He took his free hand away 
from her breast and slithered it under her gown, riding the fingers swiftly 
along her damp thighs, to her trembling belly and on up until he was cupping 
the bare, creamy softness of her perfect breasts. 

He squeezed the luscious globe in his grip and pinched the darling point of 
her tiny nipple with his fingers. She was shaking violently and her little 
cave was bucking hard against his buried fingers, her cunt muscles flexing 
passionately around them as he twirled and turned them in her steaming cave. 

He kneaded and massaged her darling boob, rolling his palm over the entire 
area of her alabaster mounds. The delicate spheres were jiggling erotically 
under his attack and his prick felt like it was going to burst with desire 
as she increased her playful attention to his pounding rod. 

Fumbling with his zipper and tugging on his belt, she impatiently worked on 
his pants, aching to have the hot, throbbing meat of his manhood in her 
hand. She reached inside his pants and felt the warmth of his pounding shaft 
against her darling knuckles. Quickly she curled her digits around the huge, 
blood-fevered rod and withdrew it from his pants. 

He groaned and shook with pleasure when she took hold of his aching cock and 
he could do little more than sit there, shivering and gasping with delight 
as she balanced the hard, thick spear in the palm of a hand and slithered 
the fingers of her other up and down along the length of his tortured pole. 

He slithered his fingers almost all of the way out of her and then rammed 
them swiftly back into the pit of her cave. She gasped with the force and 
pleasure of his assault and moaned in ecstasy as he repeated the action. 
Slowly he began to pump his thick, determined prongs in and out of her hot, 
slippery cave, loving the way her muscles locked around his plunging fingers 
and the steaming, taut walls trembled with every stroke that he took. 

"Ohhh, darling, darling," she groaned, her voice weak and tight with aching 
lust. "I need you so bad, so very bad! Pump them in me! 

Pump them in me hard!" 

Gripping him tightly she pumped her hand up and down on his thick, pulsating 
cock. She tugged from left to right and squeezed his throbbing, hot shaft 
passionately. Her free hand slid down underneath his prick to his taut, 
hairy ball bag and she curled her fingers around the warm, delightful sack, 
rolling his nuts over her knuckles making him gasp and shiver with the 
powerful, aching passion he was feeling. 

She rubbed her darling, warm thumb over the thick, engorged head of his 
prick, pressing tenderly on the huge helmet, sliding her nail back and forth 
along his thin, quivering piss slit. His balls were pounding with the 
steadily boiling come that was churning in them and his prick seemed to be 
on fire with a mixture of pain and pleasure unlike anything he had ever 
known before. 

"You're incredible, Liz, incredible," he moaned softly, driving his fingers 
deep into the steaming damp of her slippery cave. "No one has ever made me 
feel this good before! No one!" 

She trembled and sobbed at his words, knowing that he meant them, that this 
was the John Kraft she loved and needed and sought. Lovingly she rode her 
grasping fingers up and down on his pounding cock. She thrilled to the hot, 
racing blood she could feel tearing through his shaft and she sighed with a 
greedy anticipation when she thought how lovely their fucking was going to 
be. 

Harder and harder Kraft slammed his fingers into her yearning pussy. The 
moist, quivering pit accepted his invading fingers happily and she was 
locking and unlocking her damp, smooth thighs against his hand in a 
soothing, enticing manner. He slithered the tips of his other hand over her 
sweet, taut nipples, flicking them tenderly, making them tingle with 
satisfaction as he teased the precious nuggets. 

Both of them felt as if their bodies were about to explode, so great was the 
lust and passion they were feeling. Harder and harder they rammed and drove 
their hands at each other. Liz squeezed and tugged on his prick, pushing and 
pulling it from side to side, every stroke of her luscious little hand an 
intense attack of love on his fevered flesh. 

Kraft squeezed her tits greedily in his hand and rammed his fingers in and 
out of her cunt with a frenzied passion. Faster and faster his insistent 
digits powered their way along her taut, wet tunnel. Her cunt was burning 
with a fierce, aching need and he could tell that she would not be satisfied 
with just his fingers attacking her pussy for very much longer. 

He felt her darling hands pushing and shoving his trousers down to the floor 
over his trembling knees. He shook with expectant greed as he swiftly took 
hold of the hem of her nightgown and pulled it up over her shoulders and 
arms, tossing it away from her. 

"Ohhh, God, God, do I need this," she gasped urgently as she straddled his 
lap and steadied his throbbing prick with one of her lovely hands. "Jesus, 
John, how I need you! God, oooo, that's good, that's so damn good!" Gently 
she lowered herself down on the thick, hot pole. He gasped with delight as 
she pushed the tip of his frenzied shaft beyond her damp, hot cunt lips and 
into the aching entrance of her luscious cave. She slowly twisted and turned 
her darling body, sliding the massive prong into her yearning passage. She 
shivered violently and ground her. pussy downward until his prick was buried 
to the hilt in her slippery womb and her fine, strong cunt muscles were 
flexing happily around his pounding manhood, holding him lovingly in their 
grip. 

"Ahhh," she sighed happily, the smallest trace of a wicked giggle in her 
voice. "Oooo, that's nice! Yes, yes, that's what I like! Your hard, big 
prick in my little cunt, uh-huh! Ohhh, yes, yes, yes!" 

Lovingly she began to rock her warm, spongy buttocks back and forth across 
his hard, aching thighs. He groaned with the lovely sensation of her 
caressing pussy slithering over his prick like a warm glove of pleasure. She 
swayed from side to side and ground her moist, darling ass hard against him, 
her sweet, precious head thrown back in a sobbing squeal of pleasure. 

He reached up and put both hands on her breasts, squeezing them tenderly 
with his strong fingers. The small, luscious mounds bounced and jiggled 
delightedly under his touch and her tight, warm pussy began to ride his 
aching prick with an increasing passion and power. "Ohhh, yes, fuck me, 
darling," she groaned softly, her head tossing back and forth, sending her 
luxurious hair flying about her shoulders. "Fuck me hard, John, fuck me 
hard! Oooo, yes, fuck, fuck, fuck!" 

He bucked his prick up into her gripping pit and continued to knead and 
massage her lovely tits. Her pink, pointed nipples were as firm as two 
stones and a bright cherry color against the creamy, alabaster background of 
her magnificent globes. 

His hands slithered down to her waist to hold her steady and she bent 
forward, placing her fingers on his shoulders, gripping tightly, mashing her 
sweet, moist tits against his eager mouth. He lathered and slashed as the 
firm, proud spheres, sucking the nipples into his mouth, one after the 
other, and chewing very lovingly on her spongy flesh as she rocked on his 
thighs and rode his throbbing cock. 

"That's it, Liz, that's it," he gasped, almost unable to speak. "That's what 
I like! Ohhh, Jesus, that's sweet! Ummm, yeah, that's so damn good!" 

He drove his cock into her again and again, each stroke riding up inside of 
her with a passion and a force she almost could not -bear to experience. She 
lifted her precious bottom from his thighs, twisting and turning as she rose 
and slithered herself back down, grinding powerfully with her wet, slippery 
womb and her sweet, soft cheeks. 

He groaned and nibbled hungrily on her breasts as he bucked up against the 
warm, descending cave. Her hot, throbbing tunnel seemed to grow tighter and 
tighter around his plunging shaft and with each thrust of his huge, long 
prick she shuddered uncontrollably in warm, willing anticipation of the 
wonderful moment that she was approaching. 

Harder and harder she rode his trapped prick. She bent forward and clutched 
his shoulders tightly as she slammed her pussy down on his prick again and 
again, sobbing and moaning with the marvelous, lovely sensation . of his 
cock filling her aching womb completely. 

He could not believe how good it felt to have her riding him so 
passionately. His eyes could see her darling breasts bobbing up and down and 
when he looked up he could see her face, her mouth open in a sob of 
pleasure, her eyes tightly shut with the intensity of her need. He bucked 
and thrust, pushing his prick deeper and deeper into the wonderful, hot 
tunnel and he knew that at any moment both of them would be exploding with 
thick, hot come and screaming in uncontrollable delight. 

"Ohhh, God, here I go," she gasped, grinding her luscious, wet cunt down 
hard on his thick, burning shaft. "Ahhhh, I'm going to come! Here I go! Here 
I come, darling! Oh... ohh... ohhh. Ahhhh!" 

She slammed her pussy up and down on his prick and shuddered violently as 
the eruption of passion went off in her fevered loins and the boiling liquid 
of her desire burst from her loins and overflowed her steaming pit. Rivers 
of the creamy, thick fluid ran over his cock and belly and it seemed to sear 
his flesh so fiery was the passion of her climax. She slammed her cunt down 
hard on his pounding meat and ground her ass into his thighs as the 
delightful, overwhelming spasms took hold of her and made her quake and buck 
in the throes of pleasure. 

She shivered and rocked on his prick, her tiny, firm cunt muscles opening 
and closing erratically around his buried shaft. He had never felt a pussy 
gripping him so tightly before and he was gasping with desire and the 
boiling peak of his lust as she sat on his thighs and squirmed her precious 
pussy around on his aching tool, urging him to join her in her pleasure. 

He rocked gently up and down, slowly gaining speed until she was pumping her 
sweet pit up and down on his shaft, faster and faster, harder and harder and 
he was crying out in delight as his fever need burst free from the 
confinement of his loins. A thick, burning stream of come spurted from his 
prick and seared her taut inner walls. He groaned loudly and bucked 
involuntarily as the heady, powerful orgasm tore through him and the creamy 
juice of his pleasure continued to shoot from his fevered prick into the 
depths of her luscious tunnel. 

"Ahhhh, sweet Christ, sweet Christ," he gasped, his voice a tortured rasp. 
"Ohh, it feels so good to come in you! It feels so damn good to come in your 
hot little cunt! Ahhhh, yeah, yeah, yeah!" 

Again and again he shuddered and thrust his prick into her. She settled down 
on his thighs, her lovely, slender arms wrapped around his neck and she 
shook and jerked spasmodically with every wonderful spasm that she felt. 
They moaned and sighed with aching relief as the final traces of their fiery 
greed drained from their loins, leaving them breathless and spent. 

She was sobbing happily, her soft, pliant lips caressing the tightness of 
his neck. She rolled off of his still erect prick and fell against the back 
of the couch, her body quivering with satisfaction. He sighed and leaned 
back, his eyes half-closed and his body weak and drained. He could not bear 
to think that this would be their last night together for some time to come. 
He did not want to think about that and he refused to consider at all that 
this might be their last time together for good. 

Her warm, pleasing fingers were curled at his thigh, scratching lazily at 
his warm, trembling flesh. She ran the sweet digits up and down along his 
inner limb and he moaned softly at the warm, pleasing sensation she was 
giving him. His prick was still semi-erect and it quivered now and then with 
each casual brush of her knuckles against it. 

He slid down a little bit on the couch to get comfortable and groaned 
quietly as he felt her darling fingers dancing over the hard, aching sack 
that contained his fevered nuts. She slithered her fingers around his bag, 
pinching and tugging gently on the hard container. 

He had no idea of making love again so soon, but he did not mind her 
insistent attention to his admittedly aching rod and throbbing balls. Gently 
she curled her fingers around his thick, hard pole, squeezing it firmly in 
her grasp, bringing it to life once more as the hot blood began to flow in 
the huge shaft and the hungry come began to boil in the depths of his loins. 

"Ahhh, sweet, sweet Liz," Kraft sighed in passion. He felt his prick 
quivering under the attention of her slithering hand. "You make me feel so 
warm and comfortable, I just can't stand it!" 

She laughed softly, running her lips over his shoulder and down to his 
chest. He moaned when she licked and lathered his warm flesh, her darling 
tongue stabbing at him erotically, her sweet, even teeth nibbling teasingly 
at his hair. 

"I'm just starting, darling," she whispered softly, her lips fluttering 
against his chest in an enticing manner. "I'm going to make you feel very 
good indeed! He groaned in delight as he felt her wrap her slender, soft 
fingers around his prick once more and begin to pump her sweet hand up and 
down on the throbbing shaft. She took smooth, measured strokes, squeezing 
and tugging on the huge pole as she went along, all the time her lovely, 
seeking mouth moving further and further down along his tingling flesh. 

He groaned and shook with a wild tremor as he realized what she was up to. 
He gasped painfully, almost unable to breath as he felt her determined lips 
kissing his hard belly, her teeth catching in his thick, damp crotch hair. 
She snaked out her pink, moist tongue and slithered the pleasing arrow 
around the root of his tortured prick. He shook involuntarily as she nibbled 
happily on the hard, warm flesh, slowly kissing and eating her way up along 
the engorged rod. 

"I want to blow you, John," she cooed sensuously, nipping with her teeth at 
the rim of his blood-filled helmet. "I'm going to suck you so well that you 
won't be able to stand it!" 

-He sighed heavily, shuddering under the intense pleasure of her lips 
rolling over the thick, pounding head of his cock. She slashed at his flesh 
with the tip of her tongue and kissed the huge tip lovingly. Wave after wave 
of aching greed raced through him and he found it hard to believe that he 
could respond so quickly after such an intense fuck as they had just gone 
through. 

Gently she ran her mouth back down along his fevered manhood, kissing and 
licking him as she journeyed toward his throbbing balls. She rolled her 
precious mouth over the huge, taut sack and opened her lips wide, sucking 
the hot container between them. He shook with a spasm of uncontrollable 
delight and his bag trembled with anticipation in the confinement of her 
darling mouth. Tenderly she sucked on the trapped bag, blowing against the 
sack, tossing his balls back and forth in her mouth with her devilish 
tongue. 

He quivered involuntarily and sighed in contentment, his aching loins 
feeling the marvelous power of her determined sucking. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," 
he whispered passionately. "Suck me, Liz, suck me! Ahhh, that's so good, so 
damn good!" 

She still held his prick in her hand and she tugged her head from side to 
side, blowing and humming against the tight, aching bag, feeling his nuts 
throbbing wildly against her cheeks. She ran the tips of her fingers over 
his engorged dick head and pinched it lovingly between them. He shuddered 
and gasped and his head rocked in a crazy fashion on his shoulders. 

Happily she withdrew her mouth from his come-filled, boiling balls and 
tenderly kissed her way back up along his fat, hot prick. The fevered flesh 
was quivering against her pliant petals as she rolled them around the tip of 
his prong and then made an oval with her luscious mouth and quickly sucked 
the head of his cock inside. 

He almost screamed with pleasure as he felt her teeth locking around the rim 
of his helmet and her sweet, pink tongue slashing at his trapped head. She 
sucked hard on the caught tip, lathering his knob with her love arrow and 
grinding her teeth passionately around his tortured meat. 

Slowly she sucked more of his hard, aching shaft past her warm lips. She 
relaxed her silken throat muscles and gulped in readiness for the invading 
pole. He was jerking and rocking uncontrollably on the couch as she steadily 
forced all of his prick into her moist, warm mouth, sucking most of the huge 
shaft deep down into the taut, velvet chamber of her darling throat. When 
she had his prick buried to the hilt in her mouth she began to pump her head 
up and down on the massive rod, sucking hard on his meat as she went along. 

"Oh, God, God," Kraft gasped, tossing violently about under her determined 
sucking. "Ahhh, suck me, Liz, suck, me! Suck it hard, baby, suck it hard! 
Yeah, that's it! Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah!" 

Now her sweet, loving head began to travel faster up and down his prick. She 
dragged her teeth along, grinding them into his meat, her lips tightly 
wrapped around the plunging shaft. 

She sucked and twisted, blowing against the throbbing tool, licking and 
slashing with her darling tongue. 

Her hand gripped his aching balls tightly and she began to knead and massage 
the taut package, urging him on with her tiny, precious fist while her moist 
lips blew him harder and more powerfully than he could ever remember. 

His prick felt twice its size and boiling with passion as the sweet, 
wonderful woman drove it deep into her throat. He could feel her strong, 
silken muscles gripping him tightly and her frenzied sucking was bringing 
him nearer and nearer to an intense and overpowering orgasm. 

"Ahhh, Jesus, Liz, Jesus," he gasped, breathless with lust and greed. He 
slammed his prick upward to her mouth and thrilled to her passionate 
sucking. "I'm going to come, Liz! Yes, ahhhh, yes, I'm going to come in your 
mouth! Oh, God, it feels so good! I'm going to come in your mouth, Liz, in 
your lovely mouth!" 

She bored down on him, feeling the massive rumbling in his balls and then 
suddenly she felt him bucking and shuddering violently and he screamed in 
quiet pleasure as a thick burst of come exploded from his prick and she 
gulped hungrily to swallow every precious drop of his manly fluid. 

Again and again the feelings of pleasure raced through him. He could feel 
nothing but the aching, marvelous delight that was tearing through his loins 
and he moaned with pleasure as she sunk his spurting prick deep in her 
silken chamber and allowed him to climax in the pit of her velvet throat. 

Finally she pulled her head from his cock and licked the last traces of his 
orgasm from his aching shaft. He smiled weakly, drained of all strength and 
energy. She lay with her head in his lap, his still warm cock against her 
cheek, and closed her eyes. He knew that in a few moments she would be 
asleep and he whispered to her not knowing if she heard or not. 

"I have to go, Liz," he told her softly. "I have to do something and I don't 
know how long it is going to take, but it's important. Please don't try and 
find me you won't be able to. Just forget about me, forget about me 
completely." 

He heard her sigh with the warm, delicious approach of sleep and he gently 
lifted her head from his lap and placed a pillow underneath her, covering 
her smooth, warm body with a blanket. He dressed quickly and let himself 
out, pausing only for a moment to stare at her, his heart aching with the 
fear that he would never see her again. Then he pulled the door shut and 
hurried down the stairs to the street below. 

All he could think about was Liz! He couldn't seem to get her off of his 
mind. 

They picked him up a block away from her apartment. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

He was sitting in a rather bare room with a single, naked bulb glaring down 
at him, casting an almost amusing shadow over his features. He had already 
examined the room and had found that it yielded nothing in the way of 
information other than the fact that they always seemed to pick a dramatic 
location for their work. Probably an over-kill of movies, he mused. 

He had been blindfolded of course and driven a twisting route through the 
city. He had tried to follow the route with his ears, but unlike Stevens, 
these people knew their stuff and after a few minutes he gave up, realizing 
that it was hopeless. 

He wasn't too worried or scared, after all, they wanted things from him and 
he was fairly certain that they truly believed him to be ready to turn. Now 
the real work begins, he thought, finding his hands damp with a worried 
sweat he did not know he was feeling. Now, if you make a mistake, you could 
pay for it with your life, he thought. Now the game gets serious. 

He shuddered involuntarily and hissed at himself to get control. You have 
too much to do and not a lot of time, he told himself. You must pull this 
off, you must. Everything depends on it, on you. He shook his head and for 
the first time since he had agreed- to try the Director's plan, he wished he 
hadn't taken the job. He yearned to be back in the warm, comfortable 
apartment, lying safely in Liz's arms. He felt his loins trembling at her 
memory and hardly heard the click of the lock and the opening of the door. 

He looked up and saw a tall, slender woman of about thirty-five enter the 
tiny, unpleasant room. She walked toward him in careful, measured steps, her 
eyes taking all of him in as she approached. She was not merely attractive, 
but simply stunning. She was about five-ten or eleven, almost as tall as 
Kraft and she had a luscious, sensuous body that did not go with her 
identity. 

"Fellen," he said quietly, his lips forming into a smile as he watched the 
beautiful woman stop just in front of him. "Simone Fellen, I guess I should 
be honored or something, huh? The number two control in the flesh!" 

"Hello, Kraft," the woman replied, her sweet, musical tone trapped in the 
rigid grasp of her role. "I am wondering already if I should believe 
anything you have to tell me. I can not seem to come up with a single reason 
why I should." 

Kraft laughed bitterly, shaking his head, the laugh turning into a hacking 
cough that got out of his control. "I had heard about your sense of humor," 
he finally was able to say. "It is finely tuned indeed!" He glared up at 
her. "I don't give a shit what you believe," he spat out. "I'll talk, you do 
what you want with it, that's all. The only thing I care about is my money." 

She took a chair and drew it up to the small table he was sitting at. She 
sat down across from him and folded her arms, peering intently into his dark 
eyes. She made him self-conscious and he turned away and it was her turn to 
laugh. 

"I hope we will not be playing too many of these games, Kraft," she said in 
a cheery voice. "We really don't have the time and besides, I'm sure the 
quicker you get rid of this distasteful business, the better you will feel." 

"You're right, there," he nodded, a heavy, grim sadness to his voice that 
she did not miss. "If they hadn't treated me like shit... if I didn't need 
the money... I... " he sighed, shaking his head. 

"I understand, I understand quite well actually," Simone Fellen said in a 
soothing voice. "Would you care for a drink?" 

"God, yes," he groaned. He dropped his head to his chest and sat with his 
hands folded in his lap, a rather pathetic sight. She poured him a glass of 
whiskey and he drank greedily from it, wiping his mouth with the back of his 
hand and grinning nervously after he put the glass back down on the table. 

"Now, we can begin," Simone said and withdrew a small notebook from her 
pocket and a bright golden pen. "Tell me about yourself, how were you 
recruited?" 

It went like that for the rest of the day. Kraft told her all about his 
service with Army Intelligence during the early stages of the Vietnam war. 
He did a good job with AI, he boasted, running down informers and double 
agents. He had been decorated twice, once for bravery, he explained proudly. 

She listened to him impassively, letting him mull over his years with the 
army, years that it seemed were the best of his life. He kept trying to read 
her expression, figure out how and what she was doing with all of this in 
her mind but he couldn't find her behind that cold, beautiful mask she was 
wearing. 

"And it was the Director himself who recruited you after your military 
service, correct?" she asked, gold pen poised. 

He shook his head. "He got me before I got out," he explained. "Talked to me 
the God damn day after I got home. Jesus, the old bastard didn't waste any 
time! Out of one fire into another, I must have been insane!" 

"Perhaps you were just dedicated, or loyal," she offered, staring into his 
eyes with the cool fire of her own. "Maybe you just love your country." _ 
"My ass," snorted Kraft, taking another sip from his glass. "I don't want to 
move in with your bunch either," he laughed grimly. "But after what they did 
to me, I could give a damn what happens to them. I'm only concerned with 
me!" 

"Indeed," Simone Fellen sighed. "Now, what was your first assignment with 
the Corporation? I believe you were sent to spy on college students, or is 
that wrong?" 

She was smiling sweetly and the dig in her voice was too clear to be a 
mistake. He grinned back and nodded. He told her of the job and tried to 
stay light about it as he talked. It hadn't been something he had liked 
doing and had asked to be off it almost immediately. 

Gently she guided him through those first couple of years with the 
Corporation. She was quite good at it, actually, for she seemed to know just 
how to prick Kraft's ego enough to make him reveal things that even he 
didn't know he knew, or could remember knowing. 

He found it easy to talk to her, she was always patient and her voice kept 
the same, soft musical tone throughout the long evening. He found himself 
growing to like her very much and once or twice he actually forgot that he 
was only playing a role and not actually being captivated enough by this 
sensual woman to be turned by her. 

He liked recalling his work with the Corporation. It was like playing back a 
movie or film of the best moments of your life. He could recall with pride 
some of his deeds, though his victories in reality had been defeats for her 
and had he not been acting the part of a vain, boastful man, it might not 
have been so much fun telling her all he had done. He was a remarkable 
source and even though she kept the cold, uninvolved face of a person merely 
recording the facts, he could tell that she was as excited by what she was 
hearing as he was proud of having known or done it. 

It was near dawn before they stopped. He had finished off half a bottle of 
the whiskey but was not drunk. A number of times she had sent out for 
cigarettes for him, clucking her tongue at the way he chain smoked. 

He laughed sourly. "I suppose if I lived in the People's State I would not 
be this anxious and therefore would have no need for such crutches, eh," he 
said, sneering at her. "We could skip the preaching act, if you please." 

"I merely point out, Kraft, that there is medical evidence that smoking 
shortens one's life," she explained, avoiding the dig. "And one would assume 
you wish to have at least enough time to spend the money we will be paying 
you." 

"My life is going to be worth about ten cents on the open market when I 
finish spilling it to you," Kraft said grimly. "And you know it. So let's 
not worry about my smoking or drinking, huh?" 

"As you wish, Kraft," she murmured. She stood up, the barest trace of 
fatigue showing in her and sighed. "Shall we take a few hours break? You 
have been most helpful and I would not want to tire you. After all, it is 
only when one is alert that one does his best, correct? Just ask the guard 
outside the door for anything you wish, I will see you again after lunch." 

Before Kraft could say anything she had turned and left the room. He took 
his drink over to the small, narrow bed and sat down on the frayed mattress, 
covered by a thick, woolen blanket. At least the room is warm, he though, 
rocking up and down on the springs, hearing them creaking in protest. 

He thought about the interview so far. They were almost to the point of 
where the business with Lyter began. And the business of Olandt. Now would 
be the tricky part. He would have to make sure that it was her idea and not 
his. He would have to act as if it were impossible. The whole picture of 
himself that he had created would now come to his most important point. 
Accusing Olandt himself would be useless. It would have to come from "her. 

He yawned and stretched, laying back on the bed. He wished they would turn 
out that damn light, but it really didn't matter. His eyes were closing 
rapidly, soon he would be asleep. He felt exhausted, but strangely alert. 
The woman stimulated him in some strange way. He realized that he was 
growing to like her, not an uncommon thing among rivals in the same trade. 
He admired her efficiency and detachment. He had no idea what she thought of 
him, but he assumed that she considered him a failure and worse a traitor. 
He knew how he would see himself and it would be with nothing but disgust. 
He hoped he looked that bad. As his eyes closed and he drifted off to sleep, 
images of Liz formed in his mind, he saw her smile and warm ideas and he 
felt himself overcome by sadness. When he slept he dreamed of her and of 
Simone Fellen until the two became mixed and he could not. tell them apart. 

The guard woke him for lunch and informed him that Simone would be there in 
about an hour. The afternoon meal was something on the order of a hamburger 
and french fries, though it tasted so bland that Kraft wondered if they got 
it that very day or weeks before. 

The guard brought him more whiskey, obviously not pleased with the idea of 
keeping such a low human being in booze. Kraft give him a fuck-you look and 
sent him out for a carton of cigarettes just to bug him. He ate the meal 
distastefully, only forcing the garbage down in the first place because he 
needed something in his stomach to go on. He ate quickly and finished off a 
drink in a matter of minutes to wash the bland, rotten food down. 

He was pouring himself another drink when Simone Fellen entered the room. 

He turned and noticed with amusement that she was dressed a little more 
attractively than before. Instead of the baggy working outfit she had worn 
last night, she was now wearing a frilly, colorful blouse and a short skirt 
that ended just above her knees. He could see her long, well-turned legs 
striding purposefully toward the table and her full, round breasts bounced 
enticingly in the confinement of her bra against her blouse. Her hair was 
now about her shoulders instead of the bun she had worn it in earlier and 
all in all she was even better looking than he had imagined. 

"I see you've gotten yourself dressed up," he chuckled softly, pointing with 
the glass in his hand. "I hope it wasn't on my account." 

She permitted herself a thin smile. "Don't flatter yourself, Kraft," she 
said quietly. "I may have to attend a function this evening. That is the 
only reason for this rather obscene mode of dress that your women seem to be 
so hungry for." 

My ass, Kraft thought, but said nothing. Simone Fellen sat down across from 
him as she had the night before and took out the same notebook and pen. She 
nodded at Kraft and he lit a cigarette, waiting for her questions to begin. 

"Now, I believe it was in the fall of nineteen seventy-four that you first 
began working in this area," she said quietly. "Tell me about it." 

"Nothing much to tell on that point. I ran everyone. I lined them up, 
coddled them, held their God damn hands! Jesus what a show!" he shook his 
head, laughing partly with bitterness, partly with pride. "I built this 
section up until it was the best in the country. Nobody had one more 
profitable, I can tell you that." 

"Until a year ago," she reminded him, gently. "That was when you began to 
lose your people, wasn't it." 

"Yes, when you people sent your boy Olandt over here, that put the 
beginnings of the end to it," he agreed, the pain of failure in his voice. 
"He's damn good, alright! Damn good!" Kraft went on to explain how he kept 
losing people left and right. Each time they had something going for them, a 
man would be lost. It was insane how it kept on happening. Of course, you 
expected to lose men, that's the nature of the game. The men are too often 
careless and think too highly of themselves. They are bound to fall after 
awhile. 

"But, Jesus, not at the rate they did," moaned Kraft. He shook his head and 
tossed of the contents of his glass. "It was like a set of dominoes! One 
after another tumbling down." 

"Until Lyter was the only one left," Simone added, carefully. "He was the 
last, wasn't he? The last link you had." 

"Yes, Olandt saved the best for the end," sighed Kraft. "Alec had a big idea 
of himself but he was cool. Very, very careful for one in that end of the 
business. If he hadn't blabbed to that mistress of his, Olandt might not 
have tracked him down. He might have made it across." 

"Perhaps. Isn't it strange, though, how each time one of your man was 
discovered, Olandt always seemed to get to them before I could?" she asked. 
Kraft stared at her, a look of confusion on his face. "I mean, I asked that 
he please let me talk to them, get something out of them, but no, they 
always ended up the same way. Don't you find that strange?" 

"I think I know what you're getting at," Kraft said, a burst of laughter 
coming from his lips. "I've been though all this before. Especially with the 
Director trying to find out how it was possible for Lyter to give us so 
much. But you can forget that. To put it bluntly, Olandt is no double, if he 
was, I would have known. After all, it was my section, my people. There 
wouldn't have been any other way to do it. I would have to have known. Do 
you see?" 

"All right, we will forget that for the time being." she said, brushing away 
the topic with her hand. "Now, tell me about after Lyter's end." 

Kraft poured himself another drink and talked for the next hour or so about 
what had happened since that cold night on the bridge. He_ explained the 
meeting with the Director and how he was told that maybe he needed a rest. 
He bitterly spat out the words. His mouth a tight smile. 

"Rest my ass," he said grimly. "That was the end, I knew it. I had hoped 
perhaps they would just transfer me, you know. I mean, I wouldn't have even 
minded working under someone else for awhile. But accounting? No. I'm no 
fool, once you get sent to that devil's island you don't come back!" 

He was angry now, spilling out details before she asked for them. He went 
into every aspect of his work in accounting, grimly talking of the old women 
who bossed him around and the thousands of dollars he saw being spent for no 
reason at all. 

"They had one operation, 'Buried Plot' I think they called it. and, my God 
did they love to spend money on that one!" 

"Tell me about it," she urged. Kraft noticed for the first time her 
excitement was more than the average she had shown. "What was the money 
for?" 

"Damned if I know," he replied, shaking his head. "But it was a lot, I can 
tell you that. From the way it looked, it was informational. I had to assume 
it was for someone fairly good for them. They just paid and paid. More than 
I ever gave to Lyter, and he got much more than most!" 

"A local operation," she inquired. Her arms were on the table and she was 
staring deeply into Kraft's eyes. "Did the money go out here?" 

"I have no idea, but don't you see," Kraft said, trying to be patient. "I 
would have known about that. I keep telling you I would have known about 
that!" 

"There is no way they would have by-passed you," she insisted. "In the 
interests of keeping a lid on things, I mean." 

Kraft argued some more, denying any possibility that Olandt could be a 
double. It was insane and impossible he kept saying. He pretended to be 
insulted that she could even think they would work something like that 
without telling him. He shook his head and stated flatly that under no 
circumstances could it have been done. 

She let him have his way and got careful accounting of dates and amounts for 
the operation called 'Buried Plot'. Kraft said that the money was always on 
a certain bank and he was able to provide her with almost exact dates of the 
deposits. He knew nothing about withdrawals. 

Finally they finished up with his getting fired and the last few, dismal 
weeks he had spent before they contacted him. It was almost supper time and 
she sighed, obviously tired from the last two days, and closed her filled 
notebook. 

"Now about my money," Kraft said firmly. "When do I get it and when do I get 
out of here? I'm not too keen on spending any more time in this city." 

"I can understand that, Kraft," she said, smiling a tight grin. She stood up 
and prepared to go. "But we are not through yet." she explained. "There are 
a few more things you would be able to help us with. It shouldn't take any 
more than a couple of days, I promise you. You understand, don't you?" 

"Well, I'm damned tired of this room and bored to death," he almost shouted, 
letting his fear at being confined show through. "At least let me walk 
around a bit. entertain myself or something!"' "I will have you moved to a 
better room after this evening's meal," she said after thinking about it for 
a moment. "I think you will find that things are going to improve for you a 
great deal from now on." 

With that she turned and left him without another word. He sat down, hoping 
that he had performed correctly. He prayed that whatever she had in mind 
would not take too long. He hadn't counted on being held over and did not 
like it one bit. 

He sat at the table, brooding and drinking for a couple of hours. His dinner 
came but he hardly touched it. He drank and thought and tried to keep the 
worry from churning in his stomach. After a little while the guard 
instructed him to follow along. Kraft took his bottle and what was left of 
his carton and was led to a room a few doors down. It was much nicer and had 
the look of being lived in. It had a television and small bar along with a 
bigger, more comfortable bed. 

He spent the rest of the evening watching tv, pacing his drinking and 
smoking. He took his first shower in two days and noticed several things 
around the bathroom and bedroom that gave him clues to who slept there. He 
was not surprised when around eleven-thirty, Simone Fellen entered the room, 
shaking the snow and biting chill from her coat. 

"Enjoy your function?" he said cheerfully as the attractive woman removed 
her coat and hung it in a closet. "You must have been the hit of the party." 

"It was useful to have gone," she said in a toneless voice. She shrugged her 
shoulders. "One does what one must." 

"God. you're a cold bitch," Kraft muttered, shuddering slightly. "If you 
feel that way about it, why put me up in your room?" 

She walked over to the bed where he was sitting, a drink in his hand, and 
stood beside it, looking down on him. She reached down and took the glass 
from his hand and drank deeply from it without a blink of her eye. 

"I am not everything you think I am, Kraft," she said evenly. A wicked smile 
crossed her face and Kraft wondered if she were teasing him. "When I am 
working, I think of nothing but that. However, the better my work goes, the 
more I need certain kinds of releases that are important to the well-being 
of any human. I am sure you can understand that." 

He took the glass back from her and downed the remains of the drink. He set 
the glass down and folded his arms across his shoulder, acting as if he 
could care less about the whole thing. 

He shrugged. "Why me," he said quietly. "I know you despise me, think I am 
the lowest of the low, why me? Why not someone more to your frame of mind?" 

"Because, Kraft, you stimulate me," she said simply. "There is a mystery to 
you that I must unravel. Something about you is almost erotic but not quite. 
I don't think anyone has ever found out who, exactly, you are. Perhaps I 
can." 

"Shit," he laughed. "You sound like some college kid in a sensitivity group. 
You know what I am, an onion with layers upon layers. There is nothing at 
the core. I wouldn't be here if there was." 

"Then, merely think of it as a bonus, a bit of a reward beyond the money we 
are paying you," she said, bending down toward his head. "Think of it that 
way." 

Kraft put up his hand. "I don't accept sex from you," he said bitterly. "I'm 
no cheap little sot who has to go begging. Leave my prick out of this!" 

She laughed and sat down on the bed, staring into his cold, furious eyes. 
Her hand lightly traveled over his thigh, her nails barely scraping across 
the fabric of his trousers. She felt him stiffen when she dug her nails in 
at the point of his thigh meeting his torso. 

"Stop playing games, Kraft, and kiss me," she cooed softly. She bent forward 
again and Kraft could smell the faint scent of a delicious perfume mixing 
with the moist, womanly odor that came from her excited flesh. "Kiss me, 
damn you, I need it! I need it now!" 

The urgent, angry hiss of her voice made him shake with a mixture of 
anticipation and sudden fear. He saw her mouth coming nearer and nearer and 
realized that he had better cease taunting her. She was serious. 

He sat quite still as her succulent, moist lips gently covered his. He felt 
her shuddering a little as she pressed the full, soft petals against his 
own. She groaned quietly with the contact and her long, slender fingers went 
to his head and held him tightly in their grasp. 

He sighed as a shiver of delight rumbled in his loins. Her warm, pink tongue 
was riding along his clenched teeth, pressing urgently against them. Her 
soft, pliant lips ran hungrily over his, kissing him deeply, mashing against 
his mouth in a fever of passion that was a bit more than he would have 
expected. Clearly, love-making was something more than a casual thing to the 
woman. 

He allowed her insistent spear to penetrate the chamber of his mouth and 
roll wildly around within. He felt the moist, warm dart stabbing greedily at 
his own and he entwined his rough, seeking spear around hers and ground his 
mouth roughly down on the willing lips. 

"Ahhhh, this is good," she moaned softly, leaning her body into him as he 
slid over and made room for her on the bed. "This is what I am looking for! 
Kiss me Kraft! Kiss me as hard as you like! I need the passion, I need it 
now!" 

His hands danced over her back, pressing tenderly against her blouse, 
feeling the urgent rippling over spine through her thin clothing, trembling 
with greed and anticipation. He rode his fingers down to the base of her 
spine and paused at the swell of her firm, rounded buttocks. 

"Go on, go on, Kraft," she sighed, a fever of wanting building rapidly in 
her loins. "We are not children. Touch me, Kraft! Caress me! Love my body 
now!" 

Eagerly he slithered his fingers down over the pert, jutting half moons of 
her lovely bottom. He felt the spongy cheeks quivering as he caressed them 
and he gently curled his fingers around the precious buns, gripping and 
squeezing them lovingly. 

She shook with desire and wiggled her ass against the grip of his kneading 
fingers. A gasp of deep, harsh pleasure escaped her lips as she moved them 
sensuously over his yearning mouth. He kissed and ran his tongue back and 
forth over her lips and moist sugar. She was swaying gently in his loose 
embrace and he felt her knees riding over his left thigh, sinking down on 
either side of his shaking limb. He felt the soft, tender pressure of her 
beautiful leg against his inner thighs and gently she forced her kneecap 
against his groin. 

He moaned as he felt his prick being rubbed by the slightly moving limb and 
the growing shaft seemed to swell quickly under the contact and begin to 
pound almost painfully in wanting expectation. He squeezed the luscious 
mounds of her behind in his strong hand and kissed her cheek lovingly as she 
turned her head from side to side to receive his kissing caress. 

He brought one of his hands around to the front of her body and tenderly 
cupped the warm palm over one of her magnificent breasts. The soft, pliant 
globe quivered under his touch and she moaned heavily, pressing her body 
tightly against his hand, "Ahhh, yes, yes," she said, quaking uncontrollably 
as the spasms of fiery warmth raced through her loins. "That is so nice, so 
very nice! More, Kraft, more of that!" 

It was strange and exciting with her, something Kraft had not experienced 
before. Not even Liz could be this intense. His body was almost shaking 
involuntarily and his prick was pounding with the urgent, fevered blood that 
was tearing through it. He groaned with each twitching, involuntary spasm 
that shook him and he squeezed her large, trapped tit in his hand, kneading 
and massaging the spongy globe hungrily. 

He ran his other hand over the tops of her thighs and slithered it under her 
short skirt. He felt her tremble as his fingers scraped across her panty 
hose, pulling at it teasingly and letting it snap back against her warm 
flesh. Gently he slid two fingers between her parted limbs and ran them up 
and down over the cleft of her warm pussy mound. She moaned and shivered 
with pleasure as the seeking spears caressed her throbbing hillock and he 
could feel the warm, rising heat coming from her cave, yearning to be freed. 

He cupped his hand over the aching mound and rubbed the hard palm up and 
down over it. She gasped loudly and thrust her pussy against his working 
hand, her mouth burying itself in the crook of his shoulder and kissing him 
greedily. 

He laughed as he felt her passion boiling in her and his other hand lovingly 
played with the buttons to her blouse, popping them open one by one until he 
could pull the folds of her shirt from her skirt and was staring at the rise 
and fall of her luscious tits as her breathing became labored and swift. 

He slithered the tips of his fingers over the creamy white cups of her bra, 
riding them around the rim of the halter, teasing the trapped flesh of her 
tits that seemed to strain to be released from the confining garment. She 
moaned softly as she felt him caressing her and she bit into the flesh of 
his neck hungrily, kissing the warm skin urgently. 

She squirmed and wiggled, tugging on her sleeves until the blouse had 
slithered down over her arms and hands and she could push it away from her. 
She quivered and sighed in contentment and he admired her smooth, creamy 
flesh, half-naked to his eyes. Hungrily he put his arm around her again and 
his determined fingers found the clasp to her bra. She was wearing a tight, 
one hooked, shapeless halter and when he yanked the button free, she gasped 
with pleasure and ripped the bra away from her, baring her luscious, proud 
tits to his view. 

The delightful globes jiggled enticingly with her urgent movement and they 
stood high and firm on her ribcage, hardly needing the support of a bra at 
all. They were perfectly shaped pears that swayed with anticipation in front 
of him and he reached out with a tentative greed, pressing the tips of his 
fingers beneath them. 

"Touch them, caress them, love them, Kraft," she murmured passionately, her 
lips fluttering sensuously against his neck. "Make love to me, Kraft! Make 
hard, angry love to me, now!" 

Greedily he curled his fingers around one precious boob and felt the 
incredible heat of her aching desire. He flicked his thumb against her 
throbbing nipple and the pink, thick dot grew as hard as a stone under his 
loving touch. She gasped wildly and mashed her body against his hand. She 
felt his determined fingers riding up over the hem of her panty hose and 
panties and slithering inside of them. She gasped as she felt the searching 
digits riding down over her hard, flat belly, curling in her moist, thick 
cunt hair and tugging playfully on the wet strands. 

He squeezed and massaged her creamy mounds, rolling her pink nipple between 
his thumb and forefinger, pinching it tenderly until she felt on fire with 
need and could think of nothing else but the aching lust that was tearing 
her pussy apart. 

She sighed happily as she felt the strong, loving touch of his finger tips 
on her twitching clit. The tiny bud was throbbing wildly as he caressed it 
and she moaned loudly when he rolled and pinched the sweet, juicy nugget in 
his grip. She thrust her cunt up hard against his hand and groaned loudly 
under his seeking touch. Her cunt lips were fluttering wildly and the 
swollen, damp petals yearned for his attention. 

"Jesus, you're hot," Kraft gasped as he slid his fingers between the 
trembling lips, feeling his digits growing wet and slippery from the love 
juice that was flowing heavily from her burning cave. "I've never met 
anybody this hot before!" 

She laughed deeply, pleased to have him excited by her urgent need and warm 
flesh. She felt his cock bulging through his pants, throbbing against her 
knee and she reached down with one of her slender hands and curled her long 
fingers around the mighty, pounding mound, squeezing it firmly until he was 
groaning in satisfaction. 

"Ahhh, what a hard, thick tool you have," she sighed happily, her voice just 
above a whisper. "I so like a hard, thick tool inside of me! It is what 
makes a woman complete at times like this!" 

She danced her fingers along the hard, quaking bulge, pinching and tugging 
as she went along, enjoying the sounds of pleasure and need that came from 
the man. She found his zipper and pulled it down, then swiftly unbuckled his 
pants and slithered her fingers inside, curling them around the thick, hot 
shaft. 

"Oh, God, God damn," Kraft moaned as he felt the darling hand clutching his 
aching prick. "Ahhh, that's good! That's so fucking good!" 

Gently she withdrew the huge prong from his pants and kneaded the round pole 
in her soft, warm palm. He sighed deeply as she ran her fingernails along 
his tortured meat, digging them into the blood-filled flesh, tracing a path 
as she went along. She rolled the tip of one finger around the fat, engorged 
head of his prick, pinching the marvelous helmet with her thumb and 
forefinger. 

Kraft felt the aching, almost painful greed racing along the length of his 
prick and he felt the wanting tearing him apart with its intense need and 
undeniable power. He slid his two fingers up and down between her swollen, 
slippery cunt lips and twirled them around the entrance to her steaming 
tunnel. 

The yearning woman bucked her pussy against his head, aching for him to 
slither the finger past her boiling entrance. She moaned and swayed 
rhythmically under his caress and her loins felt as if they were going to 
burst with passion. 

"Inside, inside, you fool," she hissed pleadingly. "God, will you please put 
them inside of me now! I need them! I need your fingers in me now!" 

Willingly Kraft forced the two spears past her dripping petals of passion. 
She sobbed with delight as the strong, thick probes twisted and turned along 
her hot, taut tunnel, scraping the interior of her burning pit, wiggling 
erotically until his fingers were buried to the hilt in her throbbing, hot 
chamber. 

She groaned wildly and began to pump her hand hard up and down on his shaft, 
twisting and turning her slender grip as she went along. She thrilled to the 
moans of pleasure he made and the way the fevered blood pounded through his 
prick, making it beat harshly in her grasp. 

Lovingly he began to drive his fingers in and out of the steaming pit of her 
wanting. He could feel her strong, eager cunt muscles locking and unlocking 
around his fingers and he shivered with the hot, boiling tightness of her 
womb, knowing that she was rapidly building to the point of explosion under 
his forceful attack. 

She gasped breathlessly and tossed her head from side to side over his 
shoulder. When she spoke her words were tight and urgent. "Kiss my breasts, 
Kraft, kiss them," she groaned, pushing his head down with her free hand. 
"Kiss my breasts and put your other hand on my ass! Now, damn it, now! I 
want to feel a finger in my ass right now!" 

Kraft could do nothing but what she asked. As she reached down and struggled 
with her panty hose and panties, drawing up her knees to slide the unwanted 
garment over them, he dropped his head along her creamy, smooth neck and 
slithered his free hand to her damp, warm bum. 

She groaned when she was finally able to toss the panty hose and panties 
away, baring her flesh to his hungry hands. He slithered his tongue between 
her luscious, jiggling mounds and lathered her pert, pink nipples with the 
wicked arrow. She moaned and thrashed as he rolled his lips over one sweet 
nugget, kissing it tenderly then sucking it hungrily into his mouth. 

With a shudder of passion she gasped loudly and ground her pussy against his 
pumping fingers. His other hand rode over the swell of her luscious ass and 
slithered between her spongy cheeks. An intense flame of tingling warmth 
tore through her pussy and asshole as the tip of one finger began to twirl 
around the rim of the tight, unyielding dot. She relaxed her taut, steaming 
anal muscles and allowed the seeking prong to probe her wet, tight interior. 

Kraft almost shook with pleasure as he buried his finger in the damp 
recesses of her trembling bottom. He turned and pushed with his stiff, thick 
prong, thrilling to the tightness and willingness of her bum to be 
penetrated. The lovely, warm woman groaned with delight at the attention her 
hole was getting and she alternated between grinding her ass against his 
hand and thrusting her pussy against his other hand as he continued to probe 
and play with both of her aching tunnels. 

"Ohhh, yes, yes, Kraft, that is it," she cried softly, bucking and thrashing 
under his unrelenting attack. "Now I feel it! Now I feel what I need! Ohh, 
ahhh, more, Kraft, more, more, more!" 

Hungrily he mashed his mouth on her breasts, sucking the nipple between his 
teeth and slashing at it cruelly with his greedy tongue. He nibbled hungrily 
on her spongy globe and the moist, warm sensation of her quivering mounds 
was more than enough to match the insane pleasure of her hand so lovingly 
riding his aching tool. 

Faster and faster he pumped both of his hands against her asshole and cunt. 
He felt her muscles locking and unlocking against the assault and she shook 
and rocked uncontrollably under the twin strokes of his buried shafts. 
Harder and harder he rammed his fingers into her. The two hot tunnels were 
burning and wet with her desire and he could feel his fingers slithering 
along together between the thin membrane of flesh that separated them. 

Her cunt was growing tighter and tighter now, each time he rammed his finger 
down into the depths of the steaming cave she screamed in pleasure and 
fluttered her pussy lips around the driving hand. He could sense she was 
almost ready to explode from need and he twisted and turned his fingers 
around inside of the hot, clutching pit. 

Suddenly she gasped and cried out, stiffening against his pumping digits. ,A 
thick, creamy river of come burst from her loins and flooded her womb, 
overflowing the quaking pit and spilling onto his hand. 

"Ahhh, yes, yes," she groaned, grinding her pussy hard against his pounding 
fingers. "I'm coming now, Kraft! Ohhh, it's good, so very, very good, now!" 

She bucked and quaked and her fingers squeezed his prick painfully as the 
aching spasms of relief tore through her. She shivered .uncontrollably and 
pounded her hand up and down on his tortured meat, knowing that she was 
driving her nearer to his own orgasm with every thundering stroke. 

She shuddered as the waves of delight washed over her and she quickly moved 
her body around on the bed, his hand following her, still locked tightly in 
her exploding pit. The lovely tremors continued to thrash her womb as she 
lifted her ass in willing anticipation and spoke in a trembling voice. 

"Now the ass, Kraft," she said urgently. "Put your mighty tool in my ass! I 
need to feel it in me, now!" 

Kraft gasped with an exquisite agony as she pulled his throbbing, 
blood-filled cock toward the moist, soft channel between her luscious 
cheeks. He positioned himself behind her and pushed her hand away from his 
prick. Tenderly he pressed the thick, hot head of his cock against her 
quivering anal dot. He didn't think he would be able to get it in there but 
she wiggled erotically against the pounding tip of his shaft and her 
delicate, taut entrance opened enough for him to slither the thick helmet 
inside. 

She screamed with the delicious hot stinging pain of his invasion and bucked 
her spongy half moons toward him. He moaned as he felt the hot, tight canal 
gripping his plunging spear and he pushed forward, driving it a little more 
into her charming, damp bum. 

Slowly he forced more' and more of his prick into the steaming, tight 
tunnel. Her anal muscles wrapped themselves around the invading pole and 
pulled more of the throbbing manhood into her. Deeper and deeper he went, 
his cock aching and screaming with delight as the hot pit accepted his 
assault. He gasped and moaned and twisted, pushing it further and further 
into her until finally he was buried to the hilt, his belly tightly pressed 
against her warm bottom. 

"Now, now, now," she cooed softly, rocking her ass up and down over his 
flesh, gripping and releasing with her strong anal muscles. "Fuck me, now! 
Fuck me, hard! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" 

The pleasure was almost too much for Kraft to bear and he thrust his prick 
against her steaming inner walls and pulled back, dragging his pounding meat 
along the slippery tunnel. He drove gently into her again and ground his 
prick around inside of the slippery canal. She bucked backward and thrust 
forward, urging him to be more passionate and forceful. He drew his prick 
out of her once more and slammed into her again and her scream of delight 
sent aching spasms through his loins. Harder and harder he slammed his prick 
into her hot, taut canal. He twisted and turned, gasping for breath as he 
rode the tight, gripping path, slamming his prick to the depths of her 
moist, warm bum, grinding his hips against her spongy, pliant ass with every 
stroke. 

She shuddered and moaned, loving the powerful force of his attack. She 
wiggled and squirmed under his driving thrust and she could feel his prick 
swelling bigger and bigger with every stroke, bringing him closer to his 
final moment. 

Kraft's balls ached for relief and his body trembled almost out of control 
as he slammed and powered into her again and again. Her hot, taut bum held 
him in a tight, loving grip and he could think of nothing now but the 
intense, aching need that was trembling in his loins and the exquisite agony 
that was lashing at his balls and licking painfully at his driving cock. 

He felt the burning, fiery need boiling over and nearing the end and he 
rammed his cock into her harder and harder now, no longer caring how she 
felt or what it was doing to her. He groaned in anticipation and buried his 
prick deep in her asshole as the eruption of lust occurred in his tortured 
loins. 

"I'm going to come, I'm going to come," he gasped, his words harsh and 
clipped. "Ahhh,. Jesus, I'm going to come in your ass! In your tight little 
ass!" 

Simone quivered violently as the spasm of release overwhelmed Kraft and she 
felt his body shuddering uncontrollably. A searing, thick burst of come 
spurt from his pounding cock and lashed at her inner walls. He bucked into 
her over and over and the creamy fluid of his passion continued to spurt 
from his aching shaft. He cried out and shook with the waves of pleasure 
that were burning in him. It felt as if he would never stop coming and when 
he finally did, he fell away from her and lay on the bed, quivering and 
twitching with the final throes of his desire. 

She fell face down on the bed and sobbed with satisfaction and relief. She 
crawled over to him and kissed him wildly, cooing and moaning with pleasure 
and happiness. "Ahhh, Kraft, you were wonderful, wonderful," she moaned. "I 
knew something good would come of our meeting, I just knew it! Another spasm 
raced through him and Kraft's mind went to the reason why he was here. He 
heard her voice talking to him and he shook with pleasure, thinking that 
perhaps he hadn't done a bad job at all. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Liz knew she would not see Kraft again when she woke up alone, on the couch 
the next morning. She did not know how she knew, but she just did. She tried 
to put it out of her mind. It was something she had always expected would 
happen. He had told her enough, after all, that someday he would be gone. 
Still, the hurt remained. 

She went about her work at the library, hiding the pain and sorrow quite 
well, it was only at home that she allowed herself to experience the aching 
loss she felt. She had no idea of what she was going to do with her future. 
What had seemed normal and complete before she met Kraft, now seemed empty 
and strange without him. She was not prepared for the kindly, older 
gentleman that visited her one afternoon and asked if she needed any money 
or help. She was not prepared to find out the man was a friend of Kraft's. 

He would not answer any of her questions and left quickly after she assured 
him she did not need any help. She was convinced now that Kraft was in 
trouble and she tried for a day or two to find him without any luck. Perhaps 
if he had explained things Jo her, had assured her he would be all right she 
would not have been so frantic and vulnerable to the slightest hint of his 
location. That is why she willingly got into the car with the older woman 
when they told her they knew where Kraft was. 

She was taken across the bridge to Queens. The kindly woman would not answer 
any of her questions and she had to sit impatiently for a long time in a 
small, dingy room until they came for her again. The building was old and 
smelled of decay and it frightened her, making her feel like a prisoner. 

It was very late at night, almost, midnight and Liz had been waiting almost 
three hours when a man came to the door and silently led her down the hall 
to a large, cold room that was barren aside from a couple of tables and 
chairs. She saw Kraft sitting at one of the tables and a tall, cold-eyed man 
at the other. The woman was with Kraft and she understood that some kind of 
investigation was going on. 

Kraft had not seen her enter and she sat silently, listening to the woman 
who was pointing in the direction of the cold-eyed man. The woman was 
talking to three people sitting at a table in front of the other two. They 
looked serious and almost mean and Liz decided she did not like them either. 
"Now I will proceed to show how Olandt has betrayed us," the woman said in a 
voice that was soft and musical despite her seriousness. "He had cleverly 
eliminated any threat to his exposure while at the same time taking money 
from our enemies to weaken and destroy us." 

Liz found it hard to understand any of this. The woman was talking about 
dates and amounts of money that the man, Olandt was accused of receiving. 
The man sat quite still, as if he weren't hearing anything the woman said. 
She went on, mentioning Kraft again and again and finally Liz realized that 
Kraft was her main source of information and her number one witness, too. 

Liz listened intently as the woman talked about Olandt always reaching the 
people they were after, first, and how he had cleverly made sure that none 
of them got to talk. Everything sounded so complete and correct, the dates 
and events matching, that Liz was sure the man would be found guilty. 

She heard her name spoken and saw the heads at the tables swivel around to 
stare at her. Kraft's eyes went wide with fear and horror at seeing her and 
Liz thought that he seemed to sag in his chair like all the strength had 
gone out of him. The woman asked her if she had ever heard Kraft talking 
about Olandt and Liz shook her head. The woman nodded and then called on 
Kraft to speak. 

"I tell you, as I told her," he said, his voice shaking and breaking. "If he 
was ours I would have known it! I'm no fan of the bastard, but I can't tell 
you things I don't know or aren't true!" 

The man named Olandt held up- his hand. "Tell me, Ms. Sinclair," he said, 
his voice liquid and soft. "Didn't an old gentleman visit you recently. Ask 
you if you needed money or help? Didn't he mention he was a friend of Mister 
Kraft's?" 

Liz nodded, gulping in fear. Something terrible was going on. "Yes, yes," 
she stammered. "But... but what is going on here? Is John in some kind of 
trouble? Who are you people?" 

Olandt held up his hand again. "Never mind that," he turned to the men 
sitting in front of him. "As you can see, this is all a plot to destroy me. 
Kraft and the Director invented this plan, invented Kraft's firing and 
destruction just to bring me down! Simone Fellen fell willingly into their 
trap!" 

He wheeled around, his eyes suddenly blazing. "Perhaps the girl is all part 
of the plan, too! Who can tell, I ask you. You can see for yourselves that 
she has been approached. Look how she trembles and worries!" 

"Shut up, Olandt," Kraft said, leaping to his feet. "Leave her out of this, 
she knows nothing! She's just a girl, that's all, nothing more, I tell you!" 

"Then you tell me, Mister Kraft! If you want her to leave this room, you 
tell us everything right now!" 

There was a murmur about the room and Olandt sat down satisfied. Kraft sank 
back down in his chair and stared into the eyes of the three men. It was 
obvious that they did not believe him any more. Damn the Director anyway, 
damn him to hell! The old, worrying fool had blown it! He wanted to know how 
much Kraft had talked to Liz and now he'd blown it. There was nothing more 
to do but tell them the truth and hope to get Liz out of it. 

"Get her out of here and I'll tell you," he said quietly. He stared down at 
the table and shook his head. "That's all I want, just get her out." 

Liz fought the two men that took hold of her and dragged her from the room. 
When the door shut behind her, Kraft looked up at the three men, then around 
the room and finally at Simone. She smiled and shrugged as if she too 
already knew what he was going to say. Then Kraft began to tell them about 
the plot. 

It didn't take very long. He spoke in a low monotone, just spilling the 
story as quickly and simply as possible. The Director wanted Olandt and this 
was the best way to get him. 

-They knew how much Simone wanted him out of the way and by just fixing a 
few things and inventing Kraft's downfall, they knew that she would be ripe 
for the story. 

"You see, we didn't count on human failing very much," Kraft chuckled 
softly. "We didn't count on the Director being such a fool. All it takes is 
one mistake, you know. Damn funny that he should be the one to make it!" 

That was the end of it. The men took a few minutes and then made their 
decision. Simone Fellen was led away and they took Kraft out of the room and 
down the hall to the same room he had been in before. They threw him in and 
locked the door behind him. He stood across the room, staring at Liz, 
sitting terrified on the bed, then he sighed and went over to her, his heart 
breaking. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

He wouldn't let her speak. He had no idea how much time they had and he 
could not bear to waste any of it explaining his dismal defeat to the 
frightened young woman. He took her into his arms and kissed her hungrily on 
her trembling lips. 

"Don't speak, don't think," he whispered passionately, his fingers caressing 
her fine, thick hair. "Just know I love you, Liz, just know that! Now kiss 
me, kiss me darling!" 

She moaned quietly and pressed her lips against his mouth. Greedily she ran 
the aching, seeking petals back and forth across his tortured, dry lips. She 
could feel the pain and despair in him and she wanted only to erase it for 
as long as possible. 

Lovingly she slithered her moist, pink dart between his teeth and curled it 
around his own. Her full, luscious lips roamed passionately over his and she 
ground her mouth hard on his. 

He shuddered spasmodically and his fingers gripped her warm, pulsating back 
through the light blouse she was wearing. She moaned softly and roamed her 
lips back and forth over his, jabbing her tongue insistently between his 
teeth. 

She ran her fingers down over his chest and stomach and pressed them against 
his groin. She felt him shake with desire and his prick grew swiftly under 
her loving pressure. She slithered her fingers back and forth along the 
swelling mound and thrilled to the warm, pounding sensation of his passion 
building. 

Gently he fumbled with the buttons to her blouse, pulling them open and 
slithering his hand beyond the garment. He pressed his palm against her 
warm, smooth belly and she sighed in delight as his finger crept upward 
toward her heaving breasts, free of any bra. 

"Ohhh, John, John," she moaned quietly. "I don't care about anything 
darling! Not about anything but this!" 

He grasped one, jiggling globe in his fingers and squeezed the luscious 
sphere lovingly. She shivered with pleasure as a spasm of stinging delight 
raced through her aching breast to her throbbing womb. 

They were on fire with wanting and greed, as if the unknown lack of time 
they might have was urging them on. He felt her tugging on his zipper and 
yanking at his belt and in seconds she had his prick free from the 
confinement of his pants and she was stroking it tenderly with her lovely, 
soft fingertips while her other hand slithered inside of his pants and 
cupped his aching balls in her soft, warm palm and gently closed her fist 
around the tight sack. 

He could stand it no longer, he was aching with the fiery desires that she 
built in his loins. She shook violently as he ripped the zipper to her skirt 
down and forced the folds of her garment away from her. warm, trembling 
thighs. He ran his hard, seeking hand over her smooth, moist flesh and felt 
her skin tingling with anticipation as he gripped and massaged her luscious 
limb. 

She stood up and pushed away from him. He watched in awe and loving need as 
she shrugged out of her blouse and pushed her panties down over her long, 
well-turned legs. He quickly stripped off his own clothing, never taking his 
eyes from her own beautiful body as she stood in front of him, defiantly 
demanding his attention. 

He climbed back on the bed and she joined them, kneeling together in front 
of each other. He put out his hand and ran the tips of his fingers down 
along the soft, creamy cleft between her lovely breasts, across her hard, 
trim stomach to her rippling belly. Gently he slipped the seeking prongs 
between her moist, trembling thighs and felt the flutter of her cunt lips as 
the hard, thick prong caressed them. 

"God, how could I ever do without you," he groaned, feeling the delicious 
sensation of her cunt petals grasping at his fingers. "I need you so badly, 
Liz! So badly!" 

She nodded and leaned forward, his mouth meeting hers. He ran his fingers up 
and down along the thick, swollen folds of flesh that guarded the entrance 
to her luscious tunnel and he felt her shiver and groan under his attack, 
her thighs parting to allow him more access to her aching cave. 

She reached out with her small, perfect hand and wrapped her fingers 
lovingly around his growing prick. Gently she squeezed the huge, thick 
shaft, dragging her nails across the fevered flesh as she moved her hand up 
and down briskly. She could feel the boiling hot blood pounding through the 
hard prong and she loved the way it beat wildly in her tender grasp. 

His mouth ran over her creamy, elegant neck and neared her quivering boobs. 
She sighed contentedly when he licked the tops of her luscious globes, his 
teeth nipping lightly at her alabaster flesh. She shivered with excitement 
as he stabbed and lashed at her tits with his tongue, curling the insistent 
arrow around one of her pert, rosy nipples. He sucked the tangy nugget into 
his mouth and she gasped heavily as he began to suck hungrily on the trapped 
stone. 

Eagerly she mashed her chest against his mouth and drove her fingers up and 
down on his massive cock. She twisted and turned the hard shaft, tugging on 
it as she pumped her dainty fingers on his meat. He was breathing 
erratically now, his chest on fire with need and his prick throbbing with 
the ache of desire. He slid his finger gently past the tight, damp entrance 
to her luscious pussy and she moaned in satisfaction as she felt the probing 
digit enter her. 

"Oooo, yes, yes," she cried softly, bucking her darling, damp pit against 
his seeking prong. 

"Deeper, John, go deeper! Put it all the way in me, all the way in!" 

Tenderly he turned and pushed the finger along her wet, gripping inner 
walls. She shook with passion and her loins were tingling powerfully as she 
felt the finger bury itself in the depths of her steaming womb. Gently he 
began to ride it in and out of her wet cave and she rocked slowly back and 
forth on the small, creaking bed, following his easy, languid rhythm with 
her darling pit. 

Faster and faster went his determined finger. She sighed and quaked with his 
hard, driving strokes and her own sweet digits rode his cock in a frenzy of 
passion. She pumped her hand up and down on his thick shaft harder and 
harder and she was soon following the motion of his hand with her own and 
both of them were gasping and swaying on the bed in the spasms of lust. 

He ground his mouth against her breasts, licking and sucking wildly, his 
teeth chewing insistently on the moist, spongy mounds. He could think of 
nothing now but the aching, needing passion he felt for her and he wanted 
only to' feel her exploding with love and crying out in pleasure. 

Gently he forced her back on the bed. She lay down willingly and spread her 
legs wide apart. Her hot, dripping womb was quivering in anticipation and 
she pulled greedily on his cock, trying to bring it quickly to her awaiting 
cave. 

He laughed quietly and slid between her parted thighs. He felt the smooth, 
warm limbs squeezing him urgently and he tenderly reached down and spread 
her pussy Ups wide, sliding the tip of his throbbing cock between them. 

"Ahhhh, yes, yes, yes," the adorable woman sighed, thrusting her pussy up to 
meet the invading shaft. "Ooooo, that's it, John! Ummm, put it in me, now! 
Put it all the way in me!" 

He rocked gently from side to side, thrusting forward as he did, driving the 
huge, pounding member deep into her yearning pit. She groaned and mashed her 
belly against his, pulling all of his hard, thick manhood into her steaming 
interior. She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly to her, 
thrusting her pussy back and forth against his buried me Slowly he began to 
ride the quaking cavern. Her cunt was white-hot and her pussy muscles were 
holding tightly to his buried prong. She ground her hips against his and met 
his easy, fluid stroking with her own. Up and down his slithered his prick 
along the taut, hot tunnel. His prick felt more alive and aching then ever 
before and he knew this was going to be the best orgasm he ever had. He 
groaned and shivered a lot as the spasms ripped right through him and he 
felt her pussy suddenly explode almost at the same moment. They were still 
rolling and gasping with delight when Olandt suddenly entered the room and 
hissed at them to get dressed. 

Then they were on the bridge, the snow swirling around them, walking slowly 
toward the other side. "What is going on, John," she asked urgently as he 
pulled her along the slippery foot path. "Why did he let us go?' "Because 
the job is done," Kraft said grimly. "We all did our part in the correct 
manner and now the job is done!" He stopped and turned to face her. "Don't 
you see, they used us, you, me, Fellen, all of us! We fixed it so that 
Olandt is free from suspicion. Now we can all gather up our toys and go 
home, they don't need us anymore!" 

Over her shoulder he saw a pair of lights slowly approaching them. He turned 
around and yanked her along. "They're coming," he whispered feverishly. 
"Don't look back and get ready to run!" 

Damn them, he thought. Damn the Director and damn the Corporation. And damn 
Olandt, too for being more important then he or Liz or anyone. The lights of 
the car had gone beyond his shoulder now and he picked up his pace. Ahead of 
him he could see the small figures of the men, calling and waving their 
arms. The car behind him screeched to a halt and he screamed to Liz to start 
running. 

He kept his eyes straight ahead as they slid over the snow, and he reached 
behind him for her hand. He felt her touch his fingers then heard a soft, 
sharp series of coughs from way behind them. 

He heard her tumble to the pavement and he turned to see her lying on her 
side in the snow, half of her body on the sidewalk, the other half draped 
over the curb. 

He sighed and took another look at his men in the distance and suddenly 
remembered what the Director had said. He bent down and cradled Liz's head 
in his lap, thinking, yes, it was true, I need a rest. 

He brushed the snow from the young woman's face and smiled. She looked calm 
and peaceful, like he remembered her when he had watched her sleeping. When 
he looked back up again into the glare of the headlights, he wondered why 
they were hesitating. Then they fired and he fell back into the snow without 
a sound, his arms still tightly wrapped around the girl. 


THE END
