Prison House For Girls
by Edward Mitchell 


INTRODUCTION 

At first working for the Parkers in their lavish antebellum home in Georgia, 
escaping the poverty and chronic social depressiion of the Appalachian 
mining community, appeared to be the perfect set-up for the runaway 
newlyweds. The Parkers, well-known philanthropists who charitably funded the 
Parker Halfway House for Girls, possessed every contrivance of 
sophistication and enviable social status...hobnobbing with political 
candidates for Congress and state court judges. 

Yet Paul and Kathy were prisoners before they stepped foot inside the 
Parker's home-imprisoned in the vengeful mind of an embittered woman cheated 
of her youthful amour, who skulked psychotically searching for the perfect 
victim to enslave in retribution for years of painful longing. 

Cleverly, Myra Parker had set the trap and sprung it the moment she slipped 
her diamond rings into Kathy's purse, charged her with theft, and gained 
custody of the sixteen year old bride in an effort to destroy the heroine of 
Edward Mitchell's lengthy novel. 

Prison House For Girls is a psychological study, really, of love and hatred, 
pain and pleasure, dominance and submission, and raw, carnal lust of the 
most depraved sort...a level of consciousness we would shun...unless, of 
course, it was us being held prisoner against our will, bullied by a lesbian 
matron and attacked by ferocious Doberman Pinschers. Maybe we, too, would 
crawl and grovel for our freedom. 

-The Publishers. 


CHAPTER ONE 

"I s-swear, honey, I-I didn't steal those diamonds!" sobbed Kathy, her pixie 
chin trembling with despair. "Somebody put those rings in my purse...oh, why 
would anybody do that? What have I ever done to-" The sixteen year old bride 
threw up her hands in a hopeless gesture, unable to rid herself of the 
knowledge that she had been duped. Her tormentor's timing had been 
impeccably well planned...just when she and her husband had managed to land 
their jobs as caretakers of the Parker's vast grounds. 

Kathy's green eyes blurred hotly as she watched her young husband of four 
weeks strip off his shirt and peel down his pants to show off a muscularly 
lean torso. A tender, needful emotion filled her lush young body. Paul was 
her only support, her only friend in this whole crumby world! 

She was guilty of nothing, she reassured herself, keeping a stiff upper lip 
as she unzipped her petite maid's uniform and pulled the wired bodice free 
of her creamy white shoulders. Yet here she was in the custody of her 
employers for a crime she had not committed. 

"Honey, things could be a lot worse," her husband said, a wide grin 
bisecting his rugged young face pocked with the mark of youth, imparting a 
certain masculinity to his boyish features. "It's like Judge Henderson said, 
he could have shipped you back to your parents or thrown you in jail. 
Christ, we both woulda been up shit creek if he'd called your pa after us 
runnin' away to get married." He peeled down to his jockey shorts. "I'm 
surprised he don't have a posse lookin' for us now!" 

"I wish we'd never come here!" the young honey-haired girl reflected 
lamentably, her wide and innocent green eyes puddling with tears. "Just 
because we're poor people from the mountains they think we're thieves...." 

"I know, I know, baby," Paul conceded, sensing the lump rising in his own 
throat at the tears trickling down her angelic face. He stood awkwardly 
running his hands through his sandy hair. 

Damn, what a rotten mess! Married a month, eloping to Georgia to get away 
from that hay seed Appalachian town, and now this. Her father had been 
right...he was a country hick wet behind the ears...a worthless 
bastard...too chickenshit to get his hands dirty in the mines. Hell, he had 
no right marrying her, but they both wanted to get out of that hick town and 
find greener pastures. But he loved her, for whatever that was worth. 

Paul lifted his eyes to her, his stomach muscles tensing from the sight of 
her satiny skinned body draped in a black lace garter belt with long 
ribboned garters holding up textured fishnet stockings that played peek and 
boo with her finely sculpted alabaster thighs. 

"If only I knew why somebody was trying to trap me...." persisted Kathy, 
unable to shake her despair as she turned and walked to the vanity for a 
Kleenex, the full ripe mounds of her proud young breasts jouncing with her 
ass-swinging steps. 

Paul swallowed tightly, his eyes fixing on the provocative rippling 
movements of her bikini clad buttocks with the wad of nylon riding high on 
her crevice, her silken blonde hair falling to the middle of her slender 
back. He felt a stirring inside his shorts and mentally berated himself for 
thinking such evil thoughts when his wife needed him to console her, not 
climb on top of her. 

"Don't take it so personally, Kathy," he hastened, moving around the bed 
toward her. "There's a whole house full of fucked up little runaways out 
there just itchin' to get their hands on some dough to break outta that 
cracker box!" 

He gestured toward the window which gave full view onto the dull brick 
building on the opposite side of the azalea hedged boundary demarcating the 
Parker's green turfed grounds from the Halfway Home for Girls beyond. Sid 
and Myra Parker, following a long line of Georgian philanthropists, had 
donated the renovated country club grounds to the state rehabilitation 
program, housing young women with emotional problems. In exchange for this 
special attention, the girls worked in and about the grounds, maintaining 
the swimming pool and tennis courts available for their use upon permission 
of the Parkers. 

"One of those chicks stole Mrs. Parker's diamond rings, for Chrissakes 
Kathy, you don't have to be Sherlock Holmes to figure out the motive! She 
heard somebody coming and afraid of being caught red handed, she stuffed 
them in your purse. Didn't you say Dottie was cleaning the Parker's bedroom 
that day?" 

"Oh, I know," said Kathy wearily. "But we can't prove anything, possession 
is nine-tenths of the law...and they were in my purse." Kathy dabbed at her 
little nose and big eyes with the tissue as she turned to face her husband. 
He opened his arms and she drifted into them, welcoming the security of 
their strength. "Now it's my fault that we're stuck here for two years until 
I'm off probation," she mumbled. "We ran away from Tennessee to be on our 
own and now we're prisoners in somebody else's house!" 

"Don't worry, honey...things'll work out," Paul stroked his hands over the 
smoothness of her naked back as he pressed her to him, feeling the firmness 
of her breasts against his naked chest, his hands caressingly grazing 
downward to clutch the softly yielding moons of her buttocks and draw her 
closer to him. "At least we're together...no matter what, we've got to 
promise each other we'll never let anything or anybody come between us...." 

"Oh, yes, baby, yes!" She looked up into his face, searching into his 
eyes...then he heard her gasp of arousal as she felt the wealth of his 
swelling penis drub against the naked softness of her belly. "I'd have died 
if they'd separated us...and put me in that horrible halfway house with all 
those crazy girls," she whispered, her soft loveliness seeming to melt 
against his lanky, virile young body. She raised her quivering lips and 
kissed him tenderly. 

"I know, honey...we have to look on the good side," he soothed, his hands 
massaging the mounds of her buttocks inside her nylon panties while his 
penis lurched against her belly. He tried to concentrate on their urgent 
situation, but with her perfumed softness pressing against him, he could 
barely see straight, let alone think straight. Something haunted him: Hadn't 
he noticed a gloating smirk on Sid Parker's face when at his behest, Kathy 
was placed in his custody by Judge Henderson? 

"Let's get into bed," Kathy whispered against his cheek, interrupting his 
thoughts and making his brow dampen with desire. "I-I need you so badly 
tonight." 

"Mmmmmm...me, too," he hissed while he inched his hands around to cup her 
pink nippled breasts whose hardened buds burned in his clammy palms. Christ, 
he'd married a fox...if only she would break out of this religious bullshit 
her parents had trapped her with and loosen up in bed. 

Kathy loved this part of marriage best-feeling her husband crush up against 
her, rubbing his hands over her naked breasts until her empty little pussy 
started to froth with desire. From the first time he'd fingered her 
brassiere in the hayloft, he had never failed to make her whimper with 
anticipation. He was her devoted lover and she felt confident that soon he 
would discover the secret of really fulfilling her voracious sexual hunger. 
Maybe tonight.. . 

These scattered thoughts charged through her mind as she pressed her 
goose-bumped flesh innocently against his, her mind desperately trying to 
blot out the circumstances imprisoning them. Of course Paul was right...the 
Judge could have contacted her parents or sent her to jail. Still, as Paul 
pointed out, they were together, and their room was comfortable here on the 
Parker's second floor, even though their balcony overlooked the Halfway 
House. At least she wasn't locked up in that horrible place! No...matters 
could be far blacker, and she'd been acting like a child...anything but a 
wife...and her sweet, mollifying husband deserved so much more. To make him 
happy was her only goal in life. If...if only she knew more intimate means 
of pleasing him. Why didn't he show her? Ask her? Force her? Anything...? 

"Mmmmmm.. . . " hushed Kathy as he gently rolled her thin black panties down 
over her hips to fall in a silken pile at her feet, then drew her nearly 
naked young body back on top of him while he lowered himself onto the 
queen-sized bed. 

"Are you ready, baby?" he hissed. 

"Oh, yessss!" she gasped, kissing him hungrily and writhing her moistened 
vagina downward against his blood heavy penis inside his jockey shorts. 
"God, I love you!" 

Paul twisted his mouth free, grinning. "I know that...but how bad do you 
wanna get fucked?" 

"Are you going to make me beg?" she giggled, the naughty four-letter word 
making her forget all else but the delicious rub of his hard, virile cock 
touching the soft, smooth flesh of her lower belly and curl fringed pussy 
mound. With a little grunt, she squirmed her hips and buttocks in an effort 
to work the pole of his clothed shaft up between the pouting lips of her wet 
pussy. "Oh, Paul, love me! Make me happy...please don't stop until.. . " 

"Until what?" he questioned, puzzled. 

"Oh, you know what I mean!" Frustrated, Kathy sensed her cheeks flushing and 
stammered: "Hurry up and get those pants off!" 

* * * 

Sid Parker's barrel chest heaved spasmodically in a burst of obscene 
chuckles as he watched the custom-built closed-circuit TV screen and with 
lewd delight rubbed the swollen shaft tenting the front of his black silk 
pajamas. He lay stretched out on the red satin sheets draping the round bed 
amidst an infinity of mirrors reflecting the lush statuesque beauty of the 
raven-haired temptress beside him. The sheer black negligee covered her 
womanly bumps and curves like a filmy veil draped about the marble 
perfection of a Hellenistic statue of Aphrodite. She lazed on the bed in 
luxurious decadence, a smug grin reflected in her excitedly dilated pupils 
as she watched and listened to the intimate lovemaking unfolding in perfect 
focus before her, while she gently stroked the soft head of the black 
Persian cat yawning with boredom beside her. 

"That sweet-assed little cunt," the gray-templed powerfully built man 
whispered thickly. "Look at her squirm her ass! The day she came knocking on 
our door begging for work, I could see hunger in her eyes. And that punk 
hayseed husband can't turn her on." A crooked snicker rippled across Sid's 
thick upper lip. "Christ, look at those tits...those thighs...that tight 
little pussy!" 

The stoic severity of his beautiful faced wife broke into a smile. "And you 
can thank your clever wife for making sure Goldy Locks doesn't get out of 
your clasp for two years." With languid slowness, her liquid eyes roved back 
to the colored screen to drink in the details. 

Sid rolled his bald head to gaze over at his vixen mate, noting with a 
lecherous eye the smooth flesh of one nakedly raised leg bent at the knee 
and the firm thigh at the vee where an intensely forested black patch of 
curls was reflected in the mirror's eye. A ripple of lust sizzled from his 
groin to his belly and he felt his heavy penis lurch inside the silk trap of 
his pajamas. Hell, even at forty-one years of age Myra possessed an 
hour-glass figure that would turn a twenty year old green with envy, and she 
didn't have to work at keeping fit. She took her exercises in bed and 
developed muscles that counted. Only Myra's keen perception and cunningness 
aged, and like vintage wine, became more subtle, more palatable over the 
years. 

"Come on, baby, don't tell me that baby ass doesn't turn you on," taunted 
her husband. "You'd love to sink your teeth into the baby pussy, wouldn't 
you?" To provoke a reaction, he reached over and tweaked a spiked nipple 
between his thick thick fingers, a gesture that brought neither a wince nor 
a smile to her lips. Their shared understanding of spicy sexuality was too 
deeply rooted to cause jealousy. And although the blonde teenager who at 
that precise moment was gasping over the speaker system as her husband 
wormed his thick, blood heavy cock into her nakedly seeping pussy had 
sparked a hellish sensation down inside Myra's own cunt, it was the scraggly 
looking husband she couldn't keep her dark eyes from. 

"You can have little Goldly Locks, lover," Myra finally replied as she 
continued to fondle and pet the black Persian cat named Lust. "I'll take the 
young hayseed. He's built like a stud horse...lanky and lean." 

'Two years, huh?" grinned Sid, licking his lips and stroking his burgeoning 
cock with his meaty fingers. "Simple indeed. Judge Henderson was all too 
willing to put the little bitch into our custody after those rings were ah, 
accidentally found in her purse." 

"My dear, you are a genius." But Myra wasn't listening. She raised her head, 
fluffing up the pillow beneath to better watch the X-rated video play taking 
place on the screen before them. A low, deep throated groan rumbled over the 
speaker as Paul's blood inflated cockhead worked at the thin, hair-lined 
pussy lips of his spread eagled young wife. 

"OH, GOD," gasped Kathy as the throbbing tip poked through the tight mouth 
of her pink pussy, stretching the small, visibly quivering opening as it 
wormed its way into her with the help of her panting husband's guiding hand. 

"Oh...OHHHHHH GOD, DARLING...IT'S SO BIG...SO (gasp) BIG!" Kathy's 
whimpering, almost breathless voice came with clarity through the speaker to 
the pair of voyeurs. "OH...OHHHHH PLEASE, NOT TOO FAST, HONEY...IT HURTS 
YET!" 

Sid gave his penis a quick jerk. "Wait till the little honey feels a few 
inches of this baby crammed up her cunt!" 

Myra Parker was too mesmerized by the lust arousing scene to drag her eyes 
from the screen, but she knew her husband was masturbating himself in 
titillating little strokes and then, subconsciously, she was aware of her 
own painted fingertips running circles about her hardened ruby like nipples 
through the diaphanous film of her negligee while tiny, butterfly like 
sensations began to flutter in her loins and belly. 

Beside her, Lust had raised his head and stared at his mistress, piqued by 
the loss of her stroking hand. 

God, there was something about that lanky, pimply faced boy that turned her 
on no end. His cock alone would normally be enough to inspire desire...but a 
certain quality about him kindled deeper sensations...his roughly handsome 
face maybe...his lankiness...as her cousin...Yes! That was it! God, he 
resembled her cousin Edward in his younger years. He was the youthful image 
of her incestuous cousin that she wanted to remember...the boy who had taken 
her virginity, a night twenty seven years ago. She had been thirteen at the 
time, an age when games played with boys involve a different kind of punch. 
Edward had been her first lover...until he found another girl and started a 
licit affair. She was blonde, green-eyed and fresh as spring air. Then 
Edward moved away with his virginal wife, leaving a pregnant, fourteen year 
old cousin to fight the shame...and to forget. A thick psychological scar 
jelled Myra's emotions from thereon and, though she loved Sid in her own 
way, Myra never felt possessive of him as she had Edward. She had lost him, 
but now he was back and she would possess him...no dominate him this 
time-body and soul! And that blonde little bitch-like his wife-would have to 
step aside or be destroyed. Now she had Edward and his insipid wife in her 
clasp and she would punish both for the unhappiness they had caused her! 

The Parkers watched the sexual antics of their caretakers with the 
religiosity of a stock broker studying the Wall Street Journal. Sid Parker 
gasped with glued eyes at the young bride's naked loveliness. The fact that 
she was getting fucked by her husband only added spice to the 
entree...watching the changing expressions of rapture to the sudden twinges 
of pain as the young boy's wetly glistening shaft plunged into her, inciting 
envious, sadistic spasms to knot his guts...staring eagerly at her wide 
spread young thighs...the delicious curves of her untanned ass...the 
rippling movements of her jutting breasts as she worked to satisfy him. 

He'd taken one look at her in Judge Henderson's office and knew that beneath 
those girlish giggles was a hidden a ripe little woman begging to be fucked. 
Judge Henderson hadn't opposed Myra's suggestion that the kids would change 
their ways under her custody...nor did he dare oppose the Superintendent of 
the Halfway House or his monthly romps with a harem of naked nymphets would 
cease. Public exposure was always a trusty weapon, should tack number one 
fail, and with Georgian politicians being increasingly thrown to the media 
den for clawing, he'd damned well better comply! 

Sid grinned confidently, thinking himself clever for involving the judge. 
Hell, as Director of the Parker Halfway House he was the only man in the 
state with a playpen full of young girlies who would be nude themselves for 
him at the snap of a finger. His grin broadened as he stroked his cock and 
stared at the video screen above. That was another clever move-having the 
closed-circuit TV installed and placed strategically on each floor of the 
House. Fifty-four budding young women, and not a one over eighteen! 

Which reminded him. "Where the hell is that little bitch, Sam promised?" he 
grunted impatiently, rolling his bowling ball head toward his wife. 

"She should be here in a while," said Myra absently, her mind obviously 
wandering to other natters. "You have the remote on your side of the bed. 
You find out where she is." 

Sid Parker growled deep in his throat as he picked up the control panel and 
depressed the button. Instantly, the screen changed and where Kathy and Paul 
had been writhing nakedly on the bed, now several young girls in full dress 
moved about the rumpus room of the Halfway House. Again he switched the 
channels and this time a young girl sat on a bed unbuttoning her blouse, and 
on another channel the shower room came into focus. 

The sounds of splashing waters and giggles of three naked girls soaping 
their breasts filled the Parker's bedroom. Glinting, Sid's flinty eyes raked 
over their teen-aged bodies, feasting lecherously on their tender, 
vulnerable flesh. 

'The one in the middle with the long red hair is Candy," his wife informed 
him blandly. 

"Hmmmm...not bad...tight little ass," her husband grunted, raking his eyes 
over the girl's perfect symmetry. "What's she here for?" 

"Her father raped her and she ran away," said Myra, admiring the pretty 
redhead's youthful charms. Already she had sampled the girl in her private 
suite at the home and she spoke from experience. "She's a hot little number, 
that girl...she knows all the tricks. I guess her father taught her what her 
prostitute mother didn't....." 

"I don't want her case history, Myra," Sid cut her short. "Get the little 
bitch over here before I cum in my pants!" 

Myra tittered lightly, a warm, desirous sensation charging through her as 
she glanced at the thick rubbery stalk of flesh clasped tightly in her 
husband's hand, a pearl of pre-cum oozing from the tip. And what a fantastic 
cock he had, too, she mused. It was all she could do to keep from pouncing 
on it right then, but experience had taught her that the pain of putting off 
the joy was half the fun of sex. It hurt so good to want it so bad... 

"Don't get impatient, lover. Sam will be bringing her over shortly. She's 
preparing her now. While we wait let's switch back to see how our caretakers 
are doing. That darling hayseed is doing horrible things to your baby's 
belly." 

The big man responded with a massive laugh, while Lust nosed her snubbed 
snout against his mistress's hand in purring invitation. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Long fingers of dying afternoon light slivered through the Venetian blinds 
shading the windows. "MMMM...OHHHHH GAWDDDDD!" Kathy moaned into the face of 
her husband as he continued to fill her belly with slow, long, moist 
thrusts...rhythmic plunges that fucked into her tight cunt to greater and 
deeper depths, until she felt the smooth spongy tip brush at her tender 
cervix and his full, sperm-filled balls slap into the soft sensitive crevice 
separating her naked buttocks. The pain-pleasure left her 
breathless...somewhere between purgatory and heaven. Oh yes...God let this 
be the night, she silently prayed, staring blankly up at the ceiling, her 
silken eyelashes fluttering wildly with breathless anticipation. She groaned 
deep within her throat with the bliss that was intoxicating her... 

Judging from the tiny gasps, Paul had at first thought he'd hurt her, but 
then he felt her writhe and squirm behind him and knew that wasn't the case. 
Her wet young cunt started a voracious squeezing along the full length of 
his burrowing penis, her hard little nipples gouging sensuously into his 
chest. Her warm belly pressured hotly upward against him while her thighs 
clamped and released at his waist as she worked her hungry young pussy up 
and down the full hardness of his penis. 

"OH, PAUL...PAUL, HONEY...DON'T STOP...DON'T EVER STOP!"she murmured as his 
aching cock soared into her wetly seeping cunt and her head began to flail 
from side to side. He glimpsed down at the tiny teeth marks on her bee stung 
lower lip where she'd nibbled at it. The next instant, she was sucking and 
biting at his tongue and forcing her own into his mouth and gasping warm, 
sweet breath into his throat. 

He saw the thin film of sweat beading her forehead beneath the tangle of 
honey curls, and the way her neck was straining, low hums of eroticism 
gurgling from deep in her throat against his lips. Damn...damn...he'd never 
seen her really let herself go this way. The erotic sight of her naked body 
writhing and bucking feverishly drove him crazy with love-lust. She was his 
now...she wanted it...God, did she! 

Beneath him Kathy let out a low wail, twisting suddenly to escape the 
abrupt, unexpected pain as he slipped his hands beneath her buttocks and 
pulled her loins up tighter to him, fucking into her seeping young pussy 
with demonic fury. The vicious smacking of his heavy, semen bloated balls 
against her tiny puckered anus echoing obscenely throughout the room. 

"AAUUGGHHHH...OOGGGHHHH...DON'T...DON'T HURT ME, LOVER...." she choked 
brokenly. 

But Paul barely heard her plea, and ignoring her protests, he fucked harder 
and deeper, screwing his lean pelvis tighter into her soft, sensitive cunt, 
grinding sadistically into her. She began to arch her hips up to meet him, 
smashing her pelvis against his. Her eyes glazed and then she raised them 
both inches up off the bed, opening and closing her legs high up around his 
waist, slaving her heated young pussy up and down his hardened penis in a 
machine-like fury. 

Furiously, Paul fucked into her, cupping her loins tighter against his 
pelvis and feeling her draw back her thighs until she was almost bent double 
and her knees touched her swollen breasts, causing the moist, clasping hole 
of her milking cunt to blossom open further while he tunneled inside of her. 

The twinges of pain were quickly giving way to the pleasure, and her naked 
body quivered and twitched spasmodically in ecstasy, her tongue slithering 
hotly in and out of his sucking mouth in simulation of oral fucking. 

Never had it been this good with Paul! He was so hard, so big, so masterful 
inside of her tender belly. "OHHHHH...HARDER, HONEY!" she raged, her voice 
thick with passion. "OH PLEASE, HARDER!" 

Paul gaped down at her in astonishment, her frenzied need starting the 
aching churn in his balls. Christ, he was losing control over his climax! A 
half dozen times he'd barely been able to force those seeds back, and he 
knew he'd met his Waterloo with that last lunge. His cock would burst if he 
didn't cum soon! He stared downward at where his lead-hard cock was fucking 
furiously in and out of her drenched little pussy, concentrating on the feel 
of the tight, pink folds of raw flesh clasping and clinging to his rampaging 
cock. It was too much! 

In one last desperate effort, he attempted to step up the pace and deepen 
his strokes as she writhed frantically under him, grinding up and down his 
almost bursting cock furiously, her long legs uncontrollably jerking, her 
toes curled under as she drew her soft thighs back higher. Below, the satiny 
flesh of her inner cuntal walls milked the life from her young husband's 
throbbing shaft. 

Insanery, Paul pounded and thrust and fucked in one last futile effort, 
pressing his hands behind her knees and forcing them back painfully hard 
until her head was enframed by them, lifting her naked cunt higher and open 
wider to his battering of her exposed genitals. The room became an echo 
chamber of grunts and squeals and squelching and smacking. 

"OHHH...THAT'S IT, BABY!" cried Kathy, jubilant that finally her young 
husband would satisfy her and make her feel like a mature woman. Her eyes 
rolled insanely in her head. "DON'T STOP! she gasped, her angelic face 
twisted with lust. "OH, PAUL, BABY, HONEY, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!" 

Paul's senses became a swirling mass of confused lust, that four-letter word 
bursting from her baby lips making his manly seed churn in his balls again. 
His aching, screaming cock was going to shatter into bloody cum streaked 
slivers any second! He wanted to wail and shout as he ground hard and deep 
into her sucking young cunt in effort to screw her belly right up to her 
throat. He watched her breasts heave and quiver...saw the tiny pink nipples 
swell as she screamed and flailed her head. Then he was cumming...like a 
gusher of oil from the bowels of the earth! 

Suddenly an odd, startled expression contorted Kathy's features. She felt 
the jerking and expanding of his heavy sperm thick cock and realized that he 
was going to...going to cum and leave her this way again! Now...she couldn't 
stand to let that happen...not again! 

"NO, DARLING, NOT YET! DON'T CUM YET!" she begged, jamming her nibbling cunt 
tightly up against the thundering rod of hard flesh as if to try to stop it. 
"DON'T LEAVE ME THIS WAY, AGAIN...DARLING?" 

Christ...he gritted his teeth trying to hold it back, but it was too late! 
The hot stream had sent its dribbling sentinels to dampen her cervix, his 
throbbing balls pumping sporadically. Both felt it spurt into her, he from 
the tip of his exploding cock...she as the head expanded and contracted, 
squirting thick, hot sperm against the walls of her desperately clasping 
cunt! 

Kathy screamed in true agony. "NO, NO, OH, GAWD, NOOOO!" 

Paul heard her cries, but what the hell could he do but revel in the release 
of his hot, thick load spurting far up into her quivering belly? It jerked 
and spewed in spasms inside her, while she ground her cruelly un-satiated 
loins frantically up against him. 

And then it was over! 

Kathy whimpered in frustration as he drew the deflating, sticky shaft of 
useless flesh out of her sperm flooded pussy and fell back upon his buttocks 
in disgust with himself, his cheeks burning with shame, his mouth slack. 

"D-DAMNIT, HONEY, I DIDN'T...HONEST TO GOD, B-BUT...I...." he whined weakly, 
carefully averting her accusing eyes. "I DIDN'T DO IT TO BE MEAN...YOU'VE 
GOT TO BELIEVE THAT!" 

Kathy said nothing as she tried to regain control of her ragged emotions and 
stop the inferno of ticklish sensations tingling wildly in her belly. Did 
this happen to all women, or was there something wrong with her? She knew 
Paul had done his best...and was it his fault she was some kind of weirdo? 
She glanced up at his reddened face and read the dejection and shame there. 
No doubt he was blaming himself, thinking himself inadequate and a warm 
feeling of compassion flooded through her, washing away the disappointment. 

"IT'S ALL RIGHT, HONEY." She forced a forgiving smile and urged him back 
down into her arms. "COME HERE AND LET ME HOLD YOU." 

Eagerly he crawled back down, feeling his flesh rub against her satiny 
nakedness. "JESUS, I FEEL LIKE A CREEP," he croaked. 

* * * 

Downstairs somebody was gloating over Paul's failures. 

"What the hell did I tell you?" Sid said jubilantly, flicking off the remote 
control and turning to see his sloe-eyed wife run fingertips the color of 
dried blood through the forest of black pubic curls between her wide spread 
thighs. "That hillbilly just quit jerking off yesterday...he doesn't know 
what to do with a pussy like hers!" 

A crooked smile broke across Myra's heavy painted lips as he ogled her 
husband's blue-veined manhood clasped in his meaty fist. He possessed the 
endurance of an elephant and was hung like one, a quality that added to the 
zest of their marriage. That plus watching the young couple's lovemaking had 
turned her genitals into a fermented froth of excitation. She lay with her 
slim legs widespread, her negligee pulled up to her navel while Lust crawled 
between the heat of her thighs, his wet nose rubbing now and then against 
the oily marble of her clitoris while she finger teased her flushed cuntal 
lips and watched the lean bodied Paul try to satisfy his hungry wife. God, 
she couldn't imagine cumming less than a half dozen times with his cock 
fucking into her...and God, how she wished she had him crawling on top of 
her right then! 

In the Parker household every night was Saturday night as far as sex was 
concerned. Money and political influence their accomplices, they could 
afford to dine on the most tender of flesh at the snap of a finger, and as 
Sid bolted from the bed to strip off his silk lounging pajamas, he thought 
just that. "Where the hell is our red headed Candy?" he growled down at his 
wife who lay admiringly staring at her naked husband with his thick, hairy 
chest and broad shoulders. 

Despite his size, Sid Parker's fifty year old body was extraordinarily trim 
and well muscled. His was a powerful, masterful and it never failed to raise 
Myra's arched eyebrows, especially the pole of his cock jutting from a salt 
and pepper forest of hair. 

Life for the Parkers was a card game wherein domination was trump. Secure in 
their lavish niche, they could afford to indulge in a game of supremacy for 
those who stepped within their periphery...which is where the Halfway House 
came in. Both found infinite pleasure in controlling and manipulating the 
fate of fifty-some girls, pulling the strings of their emotional 
vulnerabilities and playing parasite to their youth. Together Sid and Myra 
Parker presented a tough team both in the political sphere and social 
circuits. Despite Myra's cool, demanding wiliness, her soft submissiveness 
was utterly feminine in an alluring, feline fashion...though it seldom 
showed. An outside observer might easily get the impression that Myra 
considered that female quality to be her nemesis, the quality that would 
cause her downfall. 

Lust's wet nose thumped against her bulbed clitoris with each sleek stroke. 
Idly, Myra lifted her eyes to her husband. "Do you want me to call Sam and 
find out when, darling?" She hardly expected an affirmative answer. Both 
preferred to spend lazy, wine-sipping hours stoking their sexual appetites 
before tasting the appetizers, or ultimately, the entree. What else had they 
to do? Besides, Sam would not dare defy orders under the threat of being cut 
off from her delightful side benefits. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Sixteen year old Candy towel dried her scented body and slipped into a 
jersey sarong tied at one shoulder to mold her young body in clinging blue. 
Close by the appraising eye of the dog-faced, balloon hipped matron glanced 
lecherously over the young girl, now and then liking her dry lips with a 
thick tongue. 

The rooms of the Halfway House each housed four girls, four single iron 
posted beds in a square pattern n the rose wall papered rooms. Here Candy's 
three roommates, flopped belly down on their beds lay watching her 
ceremoniously prepare herself for a visit to the mansion, as that 
cobble-stoned trek was awesomely referred to. Many had walked that stretch 
and returned tight-lipped, thus creating an aura of mystery around the 
journey. 

"What...what do they want with you, Candy?" asked Sandy, a pug-nosed 
innocent, tucking a blonde curl behind her ear. 

Candy shrugged, threw a wealth of red tresses over one shoulder and stroked 
a brush through it. "Beats me," she said with casual nonchalance, confident 
that whatever they were going to do to her could be no less traumatic then 
being raped by her father or watching her drunken mother strip naked before 
a strange man after kicking her out of bed...all at the age of nine and a 
half years. The Parkers didn't know all the details, which was just as well. 
They might judge her a menace to society and lock her up behind these dingy 
walls for the rest of her....Maybe if she was polite and considerate they 
would see... 

Sam scowled and stomped her heavy boot. "Shut up! No talking after lights 
out!" 

"Ah, fuck you in the ass!" The words rumbled from the lips of a black girl 
from Atlanta. "I been to the mansion and I know what those honkies want." 

"I SAID SHUDDUP!" The whack of a heavy hand across a young cheek sent three 
heads turning in Trixie's direction. 

The subtle gnashing of Trixie's jaws spoke her intent louder than when she 
said: "You been eatin' too much cunt, Sam...you're startin' to smell like 
one." 

The matron's face screwed up into a wrinkled mass of flesh, then, 
straightening, she ran her thick fingers through her short butch hair cut to 
calm herself. "You let out one word about what's up there, and I'll see to 
it that you get sent to the State Pen...but not before," she enunciated 
cheerfully, "I see that you know what loose on you...." 

Candy's hairbrush halted in mid-stroke. She and Sandy exchanged fearful 
glances. 

Some attributed the vision to paranoia, cabin-fever, but others knew it was 
real. Something lurked about the Parkers' grounds, sharing a pen with the 
guard dog. From the barred windows one could often see that mysterious 
creature running and jumping about like some possessed spirit denied a place 
to rest. 

"W-who is going to be up there, Sam?" Candy's tone reflected caution. Her 
hairbrush fell away from her shimmering hair, partly because of drug-induced 
mental ambivalence and partly from a physical rubbery sensation weakening 
her body. 

A crooked grin crossed Sam's bull dog face. No answer came from her lips. 

Candy drew a deep breath feeling a sudden euphoric lightheadedness suffuse 
her ripe young body; she had been given the usual dosage of Sopers, a muscle 
relaxant and tranquilizer prescribed to quell hysteria. Heck, she thought 
resignedly, it didn't hurt to play slave to the master. He might like her 
and get her out of the house before her next birthday. Besides, she hadn't 
had a taste or feel of male cock in six-weeks and though there were other 
ways to soothe those cravings, she'd rather not. 

"Come on, put a little perfume on your pussy and let's get the hell up 
there," snapped Sam checking her wrist watch and glowering impatiently. 

With a silly drugged grin, Candy dropped her hairbrush and turned on her 
heel to follow. 

"I'll get you, Trixie!" hissed Sam over her shoulder. "One of these days 
you'll get yours." 

"You try getting your mouth on me and I'll kick your buck teeth down your 
throat, you ugly Lesbo!" returned Trixie, watching the angered woman fish 
for a key from the noisy key ring dangling from a loop on her pants and 
knuckling the stupefied redhead in the back, nudged her out the opened door. 

"Mind your manners, you nigger whore!" spat Sam over her shoulder. 
"Remember, I'm the one with the key to the pen." 

Sandy's and Claire's heads turned in unison, their faces wearing puzzled 
expressions as they looked to their roommate for an explanation. 

* * * 

With the sperm still drying on her sleek inner thighs, Kathy carefully 
lifted Paul's clamping arm from around her rib cage and slithered out of 
bed, goose bumps growing on her naked flesh where once her husband's warm 
flesh had rubbed. The thick carpet beneath her toes accepted her weight 
buoyantly and she stood at the window, idly parting the Venetian blinds to 
glance out over the moonlit turf. Long dark shadows moved sinuously along 
the cobblestone walkway adjoining the mansion to the House and craning her 
neck, Kathy caught the darkness of two forms moving along silently. Now who 
could that be coming from the House at this late hour? But as the shadows 
passed, her concern dwindled and turned inward. 

The urgency of her frustrations had quelled to a mild, dull throb, though 
her belly still longed for fulfillment. Gosh, something wrong with her. . 
.some strange disease, some mental disorder. She had been almost on the 
brink of her climax...and then that beautiful, exploding sensation stopped 
like a fizzled firecracker, still smoldering but never fully igniting. He 
had deceived her...promised her heaven and selfishly kept the joy for 
himself. Yet she knew she loved him. Oh, God, why was life so complicated? 

Darn, that they should be locked up, captured, like this! Oh, their quarters 
were comfortable enough, but they were still prisoners within these walls, 
having to ask permission for everything. Had she been guilty it would be 
different. She'd been helping to clean Mrs. Parker's bedroom and then 
suddenly the world exploded into a splatter of screamed accusations...police 
battered her with questions and clamped handcuffs over her wrists...later 
staring confusedly into Judge Henderson's face with Mr. Parker at her elbow 
gesticulating wildly at the judge, discussing her custody, her freedom...as 
if she were just another runaway... 

Her eyes fixed on the awesome silhouette of the 

Halfway House beyond, watching the lights flick out like falling dominoes, 
thoughts of her family, her brothers and sisters, and aunts and uncles back 
in Tennessee, the security of their concern for her. Green eyes blinking 
tiredly, the image of the coal mining village where she'd been born-in the 
heart of the Appalachians-with its modest boardwalk and the sea of 
bedraggled humanity living day to day, hand to mouth. She had detested the 
locked-in feeling there, too, a lifestyle rife with sorrow. Why, just last 
year she'd lost an uncle and cousin in a collapsing mine shaft...it darned 
near killed her mother, losing her last brother to the land. And so, with 
her eyes fixed on escaping the mountains' hold on her destiny, she had 
consciously made the decision to marry Paul and run away to a place where 
people could raise their station in life. Maybe she and Paul could make 
something of themselves. The Parkers' offer had been a start. 

God, she loved him, that almost man lying on the rumpled bed, his sandy hair 
covered with the corner of her pillow. She had faith in him. And it wasn't 
his fault, it was hers...just as it was her fault they were prisoners in the 
Parkers' lavish mansion. 

* * * 

The Doberman Pinscher's barks rocked Candy on her heels as she spun dizzily 
around to see its dark mass lurch at the end of its shackle, white teeth 
long and sharp nipping at the night air. 

The drug had created a protective aura around her psyche and Candy was 
thankful for that. Something told her the Parkers' desires were sexual in 
nature, but what the heck? That was nothing new to Candy. Confident she 
could handle any kind of debauchery they might fling her way, she smiled to 
herself while Sam led her into the house and up the steps to the closed 
door. She recalled a rumor that the handsome Mr. Parker was hung like a 
horse, a speculation that sent a tiny ripple of excited anticipation 
tingling in her belly. 

Sam's solidly booted footsteps and her short, tripping ones resounded in the 
empty hallway heading toward a splash of light at the end of the dark 
tunnel. 

"She's all cleaned up and looking pretty, Mrs. Parker...." Candy heard Sam 
exclaim as she, herself, stared in slack-jawed startlement at the awesomely 
alluring figure of the scantily clad, beautiful mistress of the mansion. She 
hadn't expected to see Mrs. Parker here and, as Candy's eyes swept down the 
filmy negligee to squint at the lush nakedness beneath, it became apparent 
to her drugged conscious that whatever was to happen within this room, Mrs. 
Parker intended to be part of it. 

Suddenly a satiny hand was running along Candy's cheek and ruby red lips 
were parting to talk to her. Candy's blood buzzing ears heard her say: 
"What's the matter, Candy, honey? Are you surprised to see me?" Myra said 
with a seductively crooked smile as she closed the door and slipped her arm 
around the teenager's slender waist, guiding her into the room toward the 
red sheeted bed rimmed with sparkling mirrors in which she saw herself a 
hundred, a thousand times. 

"Are you disappointed at seeing me, Candy'. '" A caressing hand was at her 
waist and tummy, adding to the tingling sensations that had started to 
bubble in her loins. 

"Oh, no, it's just that I...I.. . " 

"You expected to see Mr. Parker...." Myra finished for her. 

Candy managed a nod of her lead heavy head, carefully avoiding conflict with 
the ripe tempered raven-haired woman with a reputed penchant for leather in 
the form of long painful strips known as whips. Then she was being spun 
around and her dulled eyes struggled to focus on the naked, massive torso of 
Sid Parker leaning on the bar in the corner of the bedroom. 

"Hello, baby," he greeted, his smile broadening as he took in the jersey 
sarong that showed every ripple of flesh on the nubile body facing him. Then 
he raised a glass to his mouth and threw back his head, draining it in one 
gulp. "How about a drink?" he offered invitingly. 

"No-No thank you," Candy replied, pleased at his congeniality, yet 
frightened by the size of him. Her pulse quickened as she realized he was 
about to step out from behind the bar. His eyes locked on her, waiting for 
her expression when he revealed his nudity. She gasped aloud, the sight of 
his poling cock sending a combination of apprehensive chills and unbearable 
arousal up her spine. She choked down a second gasp. 

Sid chuckled, his brow stretched as he smiled and gazed down at his jutting 
penis with masterful pride. "like it, honey?" 

"Oh, Mr. Parker!" Candy repeated as Myra snickered beside her. "It's...it's 
huge!" 

With slow, modeling steps, Sid moved toward them, stopping inches from 
Candy. "Maybe you'd better get used to it," he chortled. "Take it in your 
hand and get the feel of it." 

Including incestuous lovemaking with her father, Candy's experience with sex 
was vast as any thirty year-old woman, but in the beginning it had been 
forced upon her; with time and experience she had begun to enjoy genital 
intimacy, yet even now, even though desire sparked within her, she was 
apprehensive... 

The man was hung like a stud horse. The purple knobbed flesh poling out from 
his powerful hairy loins and swaying testicles dangling between his hairy 
legs was awesome indeed. Lord, what did they expect to do to her between the 
two of them? 

The big man's jaws started to mesh with impatience. "Well. . . ? " 

Reticently, Candy's eyes lifted to Mrs. Parker for approval and receiving 
it, she spread her fingers and reached out to gently curl her small palm and 
slender fingers as far as they would reach around the hot stump. She held it 
as if she were shaking hands with it, hearing the big man's grunt at the 
heated contact and sensing wild pricklings of excitement spark in her own 
belly. She swallowed hard, unsure of her actions, then began to stroke the 
heavy sheath of skin back and forth, staring in dull fascination as the 
foreskin slid back to reveal the shiny, naked head. 

"Unnnnggghhhh...." Sid Parker grunted approvingly as her soft hand stroked 
the skin. Then suddenly she drew in her own breath as she felt the older 
woman behind her raising the back of her dress and creeping her fingers 
teasingly up her thighs toward her naked buttocks. 

Sensing what was expected of her, Candy slowly let her thighs part as she 
stroked Sid Parker's seeping cock, feeling his wife's long finger exploring 
from the rear between her legs with feminine expertise the hair fringed lips 
of her cunt. Tauntingly Myra traced the tingling little slit backward 
through the cleft of her buttocks to the hole of her puckered anus...to 
massage and poke, until she couldn't hold back the gasp of excitement that 
tore from her throat. 

"You're a sweetheart darling, all pink and soft," cooed Myra, still teasing 
the teenager's trembling rectum, tenderly slipping a finger part way into 
the spongy channel and bringing another groan from Candy's lips. 

"Yeah," agreed the burly man, his voice thick with lust. "You'd been my girl 
I woulda raped you myself," he chortled. "Now get down on your knees and 
pretend you're sucking your Daddy's cock...and give it a good tongue job 
first." 

A portion of Candy's response to the gruff command was not entirely 
excitement. The size of that brutal organ mesmerized her still and 
reluctantly, eager to obey orders in fear of displeasing the Parkers, she 
began to lower herself off of Myra's probing finger, realizing as she 
reached her knees that her dress was being lifted over her head and she was 
being stripped naked by the beautiful older woman. 

"Christ, what a doll! Look at those tits bounce!" Candy heard Sid exclaim 
from above her as she lowered her mouth onto his pungent smelling cock, 
still clasped nervously in her hand. This wasn't the first penis she had put 
her mouth to, but it was without doubt the largest, thought Candy, moving 
close and flicking out her tiny pink tongue to lick away the small white 
beads of lubricant seeping from its eye. The pungent taste brought a new 
ripple of feverish desire into her belly. Excited and anxious to please, she 
began to lick and swirl her tongue around the rubbery head while Sid Parker 
groaned with mounting excitement from above, teasing her tongue tip into its 
tiny split, then raising the full length of it with her hand at the base to 
lick along the veiny underside. 

Her other hand eased between his hairy thighs to cup his sperm bloated balls 
tenderly, while her tongue trailed warmly his cock's wormish under-vein to 
the hairy base, then back up as she opened her mouth wide and slipped her 
moistened lips over the head, taking as much as she could of his penis into 
her saliva filled mouth. 

"Ugggghhhhhh, Christ!" gasped Sid. 

Myra tittered from behind, avidly watching with glittering eyes the luscious 
teenager suck her husband's unbelievable cock, her own belly moaning for 
something to satisfy the emptiness there. "I told you!" And then: "Oh, Sid, 
I've got to have something...you've got this gorgeous little honey and I've 
got my fingers. Can I have Sam let him out now?" 

Let him out now? Had Candy heard correctly? They were going to let him out 
of his pen...? Candy's wide blue eyes saucered in fearful anticipation and 
for the briefest moment her lips released their teasing pressure until Sid's 
fingers pinched down on her neck in reminder of her task. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Sam's hollow footsteps echoed crisply on the hallway, dying to a faint echo 
beyond Candy's ken. The young redhead hardly knew what was taking place, 
except that suddenly Sid Parker was lying on his back and she was stationed 
between his hairy widespread thighs, hungrily sucking on his hot penis and 
not wanting to relinquish it for the world. The threat of him had faded from 
her miasmaed mind, her reality limited to the nine inches of hot male flesh 
plugging her soft lips! 

Sid groaned and raised up on one elbow to watch the girl's bouncing breasts 
as her bobbing head worked slave-like up and down and he began a slow 
undulation with his hips, sliding his thickly boated cock in and out of her 
tender mouth with a brutally lewd squelch. Christ, but the young cunt loved 
this! And Myra was getting more impatient just standing there and waiting 
for her toy to arrive. She'd tossed her gown to one side and with slightly 
bent knees, had separated the swollen flanges of her vagina with her blood 
red fingertips and used one to dip inside the seeping froth. Sid held his 
breath, waiting for the patter of feet on the hallway. Somehow he couldn't 
get used to that creature lurking in their back yard, howling at the moon 
and slobbering all over the front of himself...but he was Myra's toy and 
what Myra wanted...well.. . 

How many years had they housed that creature? wondered Sid between groans of 
delight, watching the lascivious puffing of Candy's cheeks as her head 
bobbed on the end of his cock. Sid vividly recalled the day Myra had 
returned jubilantly from her tour of the state's mental institutions after a 
successful meeting with Judge Henderson and Howard Lambscomb the Secretary 
of Welfare, to arrange for the opening of the Parker's Halfway House. 'I 
know this little darling will fit in perfectly, Lover," she'd cajoled. 'I've 
adopted him for my household toy...after a while you'll get used to the 
sight of him.' Well, that was nine years ago and Sid Parker was not yet 
comfortable around the cretin deformity whom Myra lovingly called Saul. 

Hearing the shuffling footsteps in the hallway beyond, Sid sadistically 
thrust his veiny shaft upward between Candy's ovaled lips, wanting to get in 
a few good jabs before the blithering idiot stepped through the door and 
scared the pants off of this little redheaded darling. He hammered his heavy 
cock mercilessly into her trapped face while she whimpered submissively down 
between his legs. Raising his flinty eyes, he watched Sam's lumberjack form 
emerge through the doorway. She gave the leash a few healthy tugs and soon 
the water bloated head of Saul-all forty-four inches of him-shuffled 
reluctantly into the room. A long thread of spittle dribbled from a corner 
of his twisted mouth, his stunted little hands grabbing for the doorframe 
while his fearfully roving eyes took in the scene before him. His mouse 
colored hair was matted with dried grasses and in the indirect lighting he 
resembled a creature from Grimm's Fairytales-half animal and half human. 

Myra pulled her finger free of her vagina in a moist squelch and spun 
around. "Oh, my little baby," she cooed, taking the leash from Sam and 
unbuckling the neck piece. Already in the small vee of his pants a grotesque 
bulge throbbed like a second heart, for despite Saul's dwarfed appendages, 
he was hung like a bull which was precisely why Myra cherished him so. 
Unzipping his pants, Myra, with maternal care, helped him step out of his 
garments and stepped back ogling his bloated testicles that hung halfway to 
his knobby, deformed knees like a punching bag from its pole. 

From Candy's bent over posture it was difficult to get a peek at the 
mysterious happenings behind her. The blood buzzing in her ears drowned out 
most of the subtly spoken conversation but her sixth sense alerted her to a 
fourth presence in the room. 

Despite the pressure of Sid's thick fingers pressing on her neck, she 
managed to screw her head around to catch a glimpse. Instantly, her blue 
eyes went wide and her tightly clasped lips ovaled exaggeratedly into a 
silent scream, letting Mr. Parker's poling cock slip from her lips to bounce 
off her chin like a rubber ball off a step. 

That...creature! His stunted arms waved excitedly about his child-sized 
body, a spittle of drool webbing from his mouth to pool and dribble down his 
bloated belly. Further down her eyes strained on the man-sized penis jutting 
out grotesquely from a hairless groin.. Even as she stared that thing grew 
another half inch, a pearl of pre-cum seeping from the tipped eye. 

With sadistic delight Sid Parker watched the horrified expression pale 
Candy's face. Hell, maybe it was time to give her a little stimulant...help 
her build her faith in humanity, he decided, give her a chance to be 
charitable. The thought made his guts ache with cruel lust. 

"Come here, Saul!" he encouraged. "Come here and sniff this cunt!" he 
ordered, ignoring his wife's tight-faced disappointment. 

Myra was irate! God, she was about to go out of her mind from the aching 
throb in her vagina after provoking it all evening long, and now Sid had 
taken away her last hope for satisfaction. Damn him anyway! Raising her 
hands for inspection, she sniffed at her sticky fingers and grimaced. Her 
own hand...God, was that all he expected her to get tonight?...and if so, he 
could at least warn her! As for the redheaded baby doll, she'd let Sam take 
care of her later, planned Myra while she jealously watched Saul obediently 
amble up behind Candy's firm young buttocks and with animalistic instinct, 
sniff at the perfumed crevice. 

Candy choked back a frightened gasp, the blood suddenly icing in her veins 
as she felt something warm and damp prodding back there between her nakedly 
exposed buttocks! 

It was that...creature! She wanted to be sick with disgust! How could 
anybody with the Parker's social status consent to house such a disgrace? 
Before she could wiggle out of its way, she felt the warm tongue moving 
downward toward the hair fringed defenseless opening of her puffed cunt 
lips. Candy stiffened and jerked at the damp contact probing against her 
sensitive and starved young genitals. God, she wanted to puke from the 
thought of that thing touching her flesh! 

What was he trying to do to her? Her young brain whirled frantically, trying 
to make sense out of nonsense. Oh, no, they wouldn't make her touch that 
water-head idiot! Her mind went berserk and she moaned around Sid Parker's 
fleshy plank in her mouth as Saul's searching rubbery tongue abruptly 
slipped upwards dog-like from her vagina and rubbed wetly against her tiny, 
cringing anus! 

Speculation was useless, for a split second later Saul's swollen and rough 
tongue snaked out and licked hotly up and down the nakedly spread crevice 
housing her snug little rectum, the tip burrowing slightly into the fleshy 
outer anal ring. She squirmed her white nudely exposed buttocks at the 
taunting and heard the idiot growl animalishly, lustfully behind her. A 
frightened tremor passed over her as she realized that this deformed being 
might decide to take a bite out of her should she displease him. 

Saul didn't even have to bend his knees; his mouth was level with the-haired 
slit of Candy's genitals, down on her knees as she was, thighs spread. He 
ran his thick tongue over her swollen lips from the tightly puckered little 
anus to the ragged edges of her hair-fringed pussy, reaching around to the 
pulsing button of her clitoris! His thick, warm tongue had opened her 
genital lips wide, spreading through her rawly sensitive cuntal flesh like a 
knife through butter! He licked on between her vulnerable thighs, pausing 
now and then to curl his tongue hungrily up into the dilating hole of her 
vagina. 

Certainly Candy had been anything but a budding virgin by the age of 
thirteen. She had experienced incestuous love with her father and had 
willingly participated in her prostitute mother's frays, but this tonguing 
of her vagina by an ugly deformed creature was truly below her dignity. 
No...the Parkers wouldn't really let Saul do it to her...not all the way. 
Tease her, maybe, but not do it! 

A groan rumbled mutely from her throat as Saul's thick tongue lapped 
contently up into the creamy channel of her vagina in deep, probing strokes. 
How a little creature like that could have such a long tongue was beyond 
Candy's imagination...and somehow that asset, in spite of her fear, sent a 
wild galvanic sensation bursting inside her belly and she found herself 
humming frantically around Sid Parker's heavy cock sunk down to her tonsils. 

Sid Parker lay with his hands behind his head, reveling evilly in the joy of 
it. When it came to pussy, Saul was a master. As long as one kept one's eyes 
shut it was never long before the pathetic being had the girls cooing and 
pressing their tender little pussies to his thick lips, begging for more. 
Now she was sucking him to please herself, running her tongue whorishly 
around his bloated cock head, flicking its tip teasingly into the tiny slit 
to taste him. 

Then dream-like through the drugged haze of lust, the young slavishly 
kneeling girl felt the stumpish man mount her, his naked body humping 
excitedly in toward her trembling buttocks, his arms clutching around her 
neck. Myra's toy had inflamed her pussy to the point where anything...a 
dildo, a chair leg...anything could soothe that infernal itch, and from the 
corner of her eye she caught the entire reflection of their strange coupling 
in the wall of mirrors! The debauched, multi-replicated image of the little 
beast humping her back, plus the image of Sid Parker lying lazily on his 
back with his legs spread apart, his long, thick cock jutting stump-like 
from her sucking mouth, sparking damningly lustful sensations charging 
through her loins. 

But it was the reflection of Saul's glistening, scarlet penis, moist and 
hard, that thrilled her most! God, it was evil feeling his strong body jerk 
against her in the first effort to stuff her vagina with his penis, thick as 
the arms that clasped her. 

"Help me! Suck me!" 

Sid Parker's eyes raised toward his wife who stood nakedly nearby, her knees 
bent with feet wide apart, her blood red fingertip polishing madly her oily 
clitoris between the moist, hair-lined lips of her seething cunt. Her raven 
hair shadowed the beautifully austere features of her lust-tight face, and 
her cheeks were flushed with longing. Goddamn, he'd make her wait forever if 
it meant watching her masturbate herself to the point of insanity! 

The tranquilizer was working well on Candy's conscience, nibbling away at 
any guilt she might have felt at wanting Saul to satisfy the infernal itch 
in her loins. She arched her back trying to capture the rubbery cock. God, 
she had to have his stubby shaft up inside her before she lost her mind! She 
reached back between her thighs, grasping the hardened cock causing Saul to 
half-growl, half-whimper, she guided the tip to the hungrily sucking mouth 
of her vagina, and immediately the retard humped forward instinctively, 
splitting her teenaged hole wider and wider as he ground his throbbing 
length deep up inside her belly. 

Myra watched in avaricious fascination, gaping enviously as the thick 
scarlet cock slithered forward with a moistly audible sucking sound until it 
was rammed up inside the redheaded girl's belly. Yes, she never tired of 
watching the snippy little girl's groan and beg for more of her stunted 
little man's cock. Now his sperm heavy balls smacked hard up into the softly 
curling pubic hair between the kneeling girl's thighs. 

"Oh...! Oh, my Gawd!" Candy blurted around Sid's cock in her mouth, her 
glazed eyes wide as the dwarf began to hammer into her savagely from behind. 
like an animal, he offered no prelude to love-making, no orchestration of 
delicate manipulations or words of endearments-just shove in and withdraw as 
instincts dictated...and that was fine with Candy! Unnnggghhhh...unghh...! " 
she grunted in relief, while her buttocks began to grind rhythmically back 
to meet Saul's long plunging strokes, slapping into the heat of her belly. 

Hell what a movie! Sid Parker watched lustfully as Candy's soft red mouth 
clasped greedily around his penis fucking upward into her baby face. The 
thin rim of her lips clung to it hungrily, pink inner flesh pulled out each 
time he withdrew for a deeper plunge into her throat. He could feel the 
effects his wife's toy had on the little bitch; she was sucking like a 
hungry kitten now and had taken both hands to cup and squeeze his semen 
bloated balls. He could see his thick white pre-cum dribbling thread-like 
from the corners of her mouth, a masochistic glint sparkling in her glassy 
eyes. 

Well...damn...it was time to let Myra get involved in the orgy! "Come on, 
Myra...get that sweet cunt down here where I can taste it!" he motioned. 

Myra tripped eagerly toward him, straddling his naked face until her flushed 
and pink open pussy was hovering above his opened mouth. He clutched at the 
full round moons of her buttocks, drawing her moist, vaginal slit down to 
him and thrusting his hot tongue deep up into her clasping cunt, feeling the 
velvety, warm flesh open and close in nibbling movements as she groaned out 
her lust into the musky smelling room around them. 

In less than a minute, Myra had cum twice and was struggling toward her 
third orgasmic release. God, he'd forced her to wait so long she'd lost all 
control over herself...but it was worth it! Sid always made certain of that! 
Yessss...yesss! Ohhh...God, his tongue! She couldn't stand another 
lick...she was c-cummming!...again! 

Candy was lost in a world of heated passion...unaware that Mrs. Parker was 
sitting on her husband's face, sensing only the briefest movement as Myra 
slid one marble thigh back over her husband's head to collapse beside him 
and lick her own cum from the dribbling corners of his mouth. Behind Candy 
the cervix-scraping thrusts of Saul pounded hard and insistently, and in 
front the naked man crushed up tighter against her cock-impaled face until 
her little nose was grinding against his wiry pubic thatch. She could feel 
Sid's penis tensing in forceful jerking movements and then male hands were 
pressuring on the nape of her neck again. His hairy pelvis closed in on her 
until she felt he was trying to drive his cock down her throat to meet the 
dwarfs cock fucking up into her belly! 

God, she wanted it to explode in her mouth...to swallow his cum and feel it 
dribble down her throat...and then she sensed it swelling and she sucked 
harder. 

Then it burst! 

She heard him curse crudely, while his cock gushed hose-like, streams of hot 
white pungent cum far back into her throat. Candy's pale cheeks ballooned 
and contracted as she swallowed desperately in tiny hungry gulps, fastening 
her lips tightly around the jerking stalk, not wanting to lose the tiniest 
drop for fear of displeasing her master. Still, she felt the rivulets oozing 
from her mouth's corners while the big man seemed to go limp beneath her, 
his shrinking cock slithering from her still sucking mouth... 

Then two sets of Parker eyes gaped in fascination, reading the salacious 
expression on the young girl's face. When she raised it, thin, sticky 
strings of his sperm stretched from her lips to his deflated penis. Then her 
mouth gasped open in a choking wail as she tossed her red curls from side to 
side frantically. She shuddered convulsively from a shattering orgasm and 
screwed her buttocks back against the desperately humping human beast 
skewering her from behind. 

Long spools of spittle threaded Saul's tongue as he panted heavily and 
fucked hammer-like into the beautiful waving sweet smelling ass from behind. 
Again Candy wailed, ramming backward deliriously, just as Saul jerked 
forward and his penis began spitting his sperm with hard, bullet like spurts 
deep into her hungrily milking young cunt. 

Candy's quivering buttocks started hollowing and tensing uncontrollably, 
while the Parker's gloated close by, watching the girl's belly heave and a 
thick white syrup of their cum seeped from the blood flushed lips of her 
pussy that was still squeezing and milking ravenously at the hotly fucking 
dwarf's cock. Her inner thighs glistened with the slick syrup and her sperm 
soaked pubic curls and open pink vaginal flesh was offered up for their 
inspection as Candy pitched forward onto her face exhausted, the deflated 
penis of the rutting retard slipping wetly from her raped genitals. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

A morbid sense of aloneness and utter separation from life's joys stole over 
Kathy as she stood peeking out the window to see her young husband drive off 
in one of the Parker's limousines with her cat, Lust, sitting contentedly in 
her lap. She turned from the window with tiny tears puddling her wide eyes. 
Gosh, it seemed all she'd done the past two days was cry, but she couldn't 
help herself. Life was so miserably unfair. If she'd actually been guilty of 
some offense she could have understood, even accepted, life's cruelties... 

Mrs. Parker had announced that morning her decision to use Paul as her 
private houseboy, a duty which piled on top of taking care of the vast 
grounds, limited his free time to absolute zilch! Why, it was almost as if 
the Parkers had plotted to separate them! 

As if the embarrassment of being placed under a woman's supervision wasn't 
punishment enough, Mrs. Parker had insisted Paul wear a uniform to make him 
look more official. Cripes, she might as well have torn the simple gold 
wedding band from his finger and worn that around her neck to drive her 
point home! 

And Paul was irked, too, at the 'undressing' way the Director of Parker 
Halfway House had looked at his wife over the rim of his coffee cup at the 
breakfast table, dressed in her short, ruffled maid outfit with the dipping, 
wired bodice and black fishnet stockings. Of course Kathy was conscious of 
the big man's eyes raking over her, men always ogled younger girls. She 
accepted the gesture as a compliment. Sid Parker was a very influential man, 
the young girl reasoned, and she sincerely doubted that he would 
deliberately risk gossip by flinging himself at her...a little nobody from 
the hick mountain country. 

Still...she couldn't bear being dictated to like this, locked up like a 
captured criminal! Perhaps if she spoke to Judge Henderson in private he 
would understand her plea to be sent back to Tennessee to be placed under 
her parents' custody. Something in the kindly man's expression had led her 
to believe he was convinced of her innocence...and then Mr. Parker stepped 
forward...and look what happened! Certainly the Parkers could afford 
household help...professional maids and butlers acquainted with the protocol 
of Southern hospitality who answered with "Sir" and "Ma'am" instead of a nod 
of the head. 

Gosh, life back in the mountains had been so simple and this was so terribly 
confusing! Kathy's head started to pound from the strain of sorting out the 
variables. She had to gain control of her senses and steel her mind to the 
reality of two more years of good behavior. Maybe this was the test of her 
marriage...their runaway marriage that her Daddy would frown upon. Now there 
was no Daddy to call upon for help...only a boy whom she loved deeply...and 
together they would work it out! They had to...and they would; she was 
confident. They must maintain an undying trust in each other and wave aside 
any suspicions their assigned duties might arouse...such as Paul driving 
away with that woman for a day. 

Kathy plucked a kleenex from her apron pocket and sniffled into it, then 
stiffened her upper lip courageously and set about her housekeeping chores. 
To dwell on the gloomy situation would only cause more pain. Oh, tonight 
they would be alone together cuddling and snuggling in bed...and 
maybe...maybe tonight it would happen. Tonight would explode in a heaven of 
sparkles with her dear, dear husband releasing his seed inside her hungry 
womb. 

* * * 

Behind the wheel of the rich smelling leather interiored vehicle, Paul 
slumped in a relaxed posture, guiding the wheel with a little finger. His 
anger diminished from the warming sensation of the morning sun glaring 
through the non-glare windshield onto his ruddy cheeks. If it wasn't for the 
silly uniform he wore, he might have felt important driving that big shiny 
buggy through the downtown streets, turning heads like falling dominoes. 

Behind him, running her burgundy painted fingertips through Lust's sleek 
black fur, Myra's austere expression broke into a smug half-smile. Quietly 
she studied Paul's scraggly brown hair fringing the collar of his uniform 
and deep within her belly a spark of nostalgia kindled an inferno of longing 
for her dearly departed cousin Edward, firing with it uncontrollably stormy 
emotions of roiling love and hatred. 

"Park outside of the lingerie shop on the corner dear," she ordered crisply, 
"I need to pick something up." He did and she returned carrying a package 
moments later. 

This beats riding that damned hum mower, though Paul, turning up the air 
conditioning to high, feeling his eye lids become heavy. "Where to now, Mrs. 
Parker," he asked in his most polite voice. 

"Back to the House, Darling. We have things to take care of there, too." 
Myra's glossy, ruby lips enunciated the words warmly; the nape of his neck 
burned from the suggestiveness of it. 

"Right away, Ma'am!" Assuming an officious posture, he squared his 
shoulders, forcing himself to ignore the point-blank insinuation. He guided 
the silver limousine through the city streets and nosed it onto the highway, 
the car devoid of sound save for the soft whisper of the air conditioner 
cooling the hot vee of his legs. Then they were back at the wrought iron 
gates that announced the Parker estate and in a beguiling voice he heard her 
say: 

"Park outside here. I want you to carry up my package." 

Paul cleared his throat and nodded. "Yes, Ma'am." He pulled up alongside the 
curb and hastened to open her door, accepting Lust while Mrs. Parker, her 
sleek sheath riding high on red gartered legs, slid out of the back seat. 
Her high heels tapped resoundingly along the cobble-stoned path leading 
around to the back of the mansion under a trellis of blossom heavy wisteria. 
She slipped her key into the private entrance used solely by the matron from 
the House for the purpose of accompanying girls to and from the House to the 
Mansion, and led the way down a long hallway to a plush room at the far end. 

"This is my private quarters" she announced, arching her peaked eyebrows for 
a sidelong glance of the awestruck young man who appeared intoxicated by the 
luxuriousness of his surroundings. "I couldn't ask for more privacy," she 
said in a throaty voice. "Do you like it?" 

Paul craned his neck, drinking in the mauve velvet drapes, stretching 
upwards to the ceiling, the thick Persian carpets scattered under foot on 
unscratched hardwood parquet floors. This was a castle compared to the dumpy 
two-bedroom framework house back in Tennessee! He cleared his throat. 
"N-nice, very nice," he replied, startled at the sudden change of character 
from a mistress barking orders to a woman soliciting his opinion. Curiously, 
he eyed her. What was she up to? 

Plucking the rattling bag from his clasp, her wickedly high heels digging 
into the carpets, Myra headed for what Paul guessed was the bedroom beyond. 
"Make yourself at home, Paul. I'm going to slip into something more 
comfortable. Oh, be a dear and mix me a Bloody Mary and make one for 
yourself." 

Paul nervously shifted his weight from right to left and back again, 
recalling how that very morning Mr. Parker had barked out something about 
doubling his duties and now here he was lounging about Mrs. Parker's private 
quarters at eleven o'clock in the morning...mixing drinks! Great, all he 
needed was to be discovered and he could chalk up another two years of 
probation! 

Myra, once inside the bedroom decorated in pink velvet and French Provincial 
furniture strategically reflected in mirrors, smiled to herself and in one 
glass wall and out of the corner of her sloe eye, watched through the open 
doorway young Paul's expression of slack-jawed awe. God, his squared 
shoulders and ruddy complexion was the split image of young cousin 
Edward...! 

Let Sid have his nymphets, thought the lecherous lady of the house wriggling 
out of her dress and half slip to stand before the multi-faceted mirrors, 
knowing her chauffeur was gawking inconspicuously around the corner to see 
her stand half nude in her black bikini panties and matching half-cup 
brassiere...I'll take a tight-balled young boy any time...and I've got this 
one for two years! By the time she'd finished with him, he'd never want to 
leave her. 

Paul stood behind the small bar mixing the vodka into the tomato juice, the 
stir stick clinking against the glass pitcher in a nervous rhythm as he 
suddenly became cognizant of her naked reflection in the bedroom mirror 
reflecting on the crystal wall mirror in the sitting room. The view of her 
lushly mature body couldn't have been more complete had she been parading 
around before him! 

Hell, he thought tilting the vodka bottle to gurgle out another two fingers 
of alcohol into the mix, what is she trying to do to me? The last thing he 
wanted was to unintentionally involve himself in a husband-wife spat. Sid 
Parker could be a mean adversary, judging from the size of the bearish man. 

"I'm ready for that drink!" Myra rasped, floating into the room with self 
assurance and wearing precious little beneath the scarlet red negligee which 
whispered about her ivory flesh in provocative shadows. "I'm dying for that 
Bloody Mary!" 

Paul's sweating palm left an imprint on the crystal j lass as he handed Mrs. 
Parker her drink; he swallowed tightly, his eyes refusing to blink as she 
glided to the Wedgwood blue velvet sofa and fell comfortably into a pillowed 
corner. God Almighty...! She couldn't have been more blatant if she'd held a 
gun to his head and raped him! Well, he had to put a stop to this right now, 
before things got into-no, out of hand. He loved his wife Kathy, he could 
never...do this! 

Demurely, Myra Parker sat rearranging the folds of her negligee, widely 
pleating the fabric between her fingertips. For this his initiation she had 
deliberately chosen something subtle, blandly suggestive, though she much 
preferred the feel and smell of leather. But she didn't want to scare him 
away, the poor innocent, and judging from the stymied expression on his 
face, she had better cajole him to sit on the sofa beside her before he 
fainted. 

She patted the blue velvet cushion beside her. "Come sit down, dear." 
Smiling beatifically, she batted her curled black eyelashes at him, stealing 
a fugitive glance at the vee of his loins. "What's the matter...are you 
shocked?" 

Paul simply stood there staring at the raven-haired vixen draped in shadows 
of red, the ruby tips of her nipples poking out like bumblebees beneath her 
gown. God, she had gorgeous breasts for a woman her age! he surmised, trying 
to think of something to dislodge the frog in his throat that kept the 
desperate gasp of titillated astonishment from breaking through. 

"Well? Are you going to drink standing up or will you come join me?" she 
invited, tucking one nude leg under her buttocks, separating her legs so 
that the black forest at the center of her womanhood became an obvious 
target for Paul's glassy eyed gaze. She laughed then, and that surprised 
him...frightened him, too, as she watched him advance wearily toward her, 
squinting slightly as if trying to focus on a hazy apparition. Lightly he 
settled on the sofa, stationing himself carefully as though it were made of 
glass. 

Myra eased close to him then, stroking her burgundy fingernails over the 
scraggly nape of his neck, massaging, caressing the nerve center of his taut 
torso until he let out a stifled whimper which made little ripples in his 
Bloody Mary which put to his lips, was yet untouched. Tightly and hotly, she 
pressed to him, her erect, pointed breasts flattening against his shoulder 
as she took his drink glass from him and gingerly set it on the marble end 
table next to her. 

Startled, Paul could neither speak nor breathe. The perfume she wore 
intoxicated him. Cripes, who needed a drink? He felt her cool arm slither 
around his back and automatically, his hands closed around her velvety skin 
at the small of her back. He felt the muscles ripple lightly beneath as a 
tremor passed over her and her warm, moist lips planted themselves on his 
own. 

After a moment she broke the kiss and idly letting her fingers drift down 
his chest to toy with the buttons of his chauffeur uniform, she asked: "Did 
you enjoy that?" Her lips wore a bemused smile. 

Half-sighing, half-whimpering, Paul managed to speak through his confusion. 
"I...I...shit, I'm a married man, Mrs. Parker...I don't go runnin' around on 
Kathy!" he stammered, feeling his hardening cock lurch belligerently toward 
the slit of his jockey shorts under the zipped trap of his gabardine uniform 
pants. 

Myra tittered lightly, then kissed him on the nose before removing herself 
from his arms. Paul seized the moment to break out of her spellbinding 
periphery. The placid expression on her austere-beautiful face never 
wavered, even as she picked up her drink and walked towards the bar where 
Paul stood clasping a bar stool for support, trying quite unsuccessfully to 
appear calm and in control. His flustered brain clouded intoxicatingly again 
as he drank in the lithe suppleness of her sensuous body elevated in white 
kid two-inch sandals. He could feel his cock thundering into stiffness and 
in a flush of embarrassment he watched her glittering eyes lock on the 
protrusion. "Isn't that sweet," she taunted. 

Paul tried to swallow. He cleared his throat after great difficulty and 
tried to assume a reasonable tone: "Mrs. Parker...I'm afraid there's 
something you don't understand...." 

"Seeing is believing, isn't it, darling?" she smiled. "And do call my Myra." 
Casually, she reached across the bar to pluck a wedged lime from the Lazy 
Susan and squeezed the juice of it into her glass in a pointed gesture. "You 
forgot my lime." The diaphanous clouds of red floated after her as she 
returned to the sofa. "I abhor talking across the room," she said 
beguilingly, her head held arrogantly. "Do come sit down." 

In four strides Paul crossed the room, stopping in front of the end table 
from which he grabbed his glass and emptied its contents down his gullet. He 
wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and drew a deep breath. "M-Mrs. 
Parker," he began. 

"Myra." Again the batted eyelashes above high, rouged cheek bones. 

"Myra...I am a married man and I love my wife." The words, loaded with 
sincerity, sounded like a childish excuse even to himself. 

"How touching," tutted Myra, running her red taloned fingertip around the 
rim of her crystal drink glass. "And I love Sid." 

"Oh boy...." muttered Paul under his breath, contemplating pouring himself 
another drink but choosing to stand his ground instead. 

"There's something I have to explain to you, Paul," said Myra 
matter-of-factly, gradually lifting her eyes from the lime floating in her 
drink to the tent in Paul's gabardine slacks. "What Myra wants, Myra gets 
and Myra wants you." 

Christ Almighty, what the hell was wrong with this woman? He sounded utterly 
stupid when he returned with: "And if I don't want you...? " Cripes, what a 
stupid hypocritical thing to say! 

Myra broke into a slow smile. "Don't call the batter bad until you've 
sampled it," she said sweetly and then after a moment's hesitation: "You 
said you loved your wife...but you're missing the point here, darling. Your 
wife is in my custody after being caught red-handed with my diamond rings in 
her purse. I could make life comfortable for her...." 

Paul's guts knotted at the hollow threat. It was crazy...insane he thought 
and the craziest part was that she was so damned breathtaking...so upper 
class...so wealthy...and here she was trying to coerce him, a goddamned 
nobody runaway from a hick Tennessee town where people died of emphysema 
from years of pick-axing coal like a bunch of stupid moles...no future, 
Christ, nobody'd even taught him table manners...and here she was trying to 
get him to fuck her! Ho...he straightened and scratched his head, feeling 
the ram rod tension in his spine prickle with the absurdity of it all. . . ! 

"Do you find it preposterous that I would want you?" she prodded, though her 
tone wore an answer more definite than he could possibly offer. "And if 
you're wondering about my husband, don't waste your brain power, honey. I 
don't normally have to beg men to offer me their virility, but you are a 
stubborn one." 

Crooking her finger at him, she cast a wicked spell over the young husband 
who in a blinkless daze followed the direction of her gesture and sank 
weightlessly onto the sofa beside her. In a second movement, Myra was 
melting down onto his lap, her arm slipping around his scruffy neck, her 
thigh and hip pressing down onto his half erect penis. "Let's get 
comfortable and quit playing games. Who knows, you might gain something from 
it, and in your position, darling, you need all the help you can get." 

Christ, what else could he do? The spider had woven her web around him, 
poisoned it with circumstance and there was no use trying to extricate 
himself now. This woman could be a hell of a lot more dangerous out of bed 
than in bed, he reasoned stupidly. Intentionally she was squirming down onto 
his blood-gushed penis, the weight and pressure of her soft curves adding 
another expanding inch to his groinfull! Suddenly he realized that his hand 
had moved inside her nylon gown at the waist to caress the smooth skin his 
fingertips found there and slowly he stroked upward over her trembling 
nakedness toward the mounds of her swelling breasts. 

"Mmmmmmm...you catch on fast, Lover," she cooed, reaching up to pull the 
satin ribbon that fastened the plunging neckline of the gown. 

"Goddamn!" gasped Paul as the cantaloupe-sized mounds of creamy flesh burst 
like rapidly inflated balloons before his face, their bee-stung nipples 
pointing invitingly up at him as if begging to be kissed. 

Shit...fuck...sonofabitch...what the hell was he doing? Katheeeee! 

 CHAPTER SIX 

The conjured image of his blonde-haired, green eyed hill country darling 
vanished from Paul's memory with the suddenness of a bursting bubble when 
his hand clutched the warm resiliency of Myra's left breast as she writhed 
erotically down against his blood-pumping penis. Let the skies fall, let the 
walls crumble about him...he hud to have this woman! 

With his other hand, he drew her head down to him and glued his mouth to her 
soft one, thrusting his tongue between her moist lips and past her white 
teeth and into the vodka seasoned cavern of her mouth. 

Myra's tongue sparred with his in a hot and liquid contest, and then her 
lingual member backed away to nibble and suck submissively at his! He felt 
her lush body quivering in response to his kneading of her full breast and 
she whimpered, arching her back to force the trembling mound against the 
clammy cup of his palm. Then the lips were gone, the tongue was gone, and he 
was left empty handed with Myra standing at his feet. 

"Who ever heard of using the sofa when you have a king sized bed to romp 
on?" she cajoled, yanking at his hand. 

Paul flew to his feet at the suggestion. 

Paul's brain reeled as she led him half-stumbling toward the bedroom; then 
without preliminaries, the old woman stripped free of the scarlet 
see-through negligee and bounced onto the king-sized bed and rolling onto 
her back in an invitational spread-eagled position, smiled teasingly up at 
him. 

"Take off that uniform, you darling Edward look-a-like! I want to see you 
naked." 

Paul didn't dare believe her for fear she was teasing him. It had all 
happened too fast and smoothly for him to comprehend, though somehow he'd 
mollified his guilt by firmly believing he was somehow protecting his 
precious Kathy...and that whatever this gorgeous woman wanted him to do, he 
would do for his own sweet wife. 

Avidly, he drank in her naked curves, unaware of her one hand sneaking 
around to the secret button behind the pink velvet headboard to set the 
video tape machine into motion. Why, after all, concentrate on an arm when 
there were breathtakingly firm breasts to ogle at and the provocative arch 
of her ivory hips below that, tapering down to slender thighs. Between them, 
he could see clearly through the raven black pubic curls the delicate pink 
lips of her vaginal slit, her excitement obvious in the first tiny drops of 
dewy moisture glistening there! 

"God!" he gasped. "You're beautiful!" Staring down at her, he saw the 
effects of his compliment as she made a little mewling sound, her hips 
undulating as if of their own volition, her sparkling sloe eyes glassy. 

"Please hurry up, Edward...or I'll cum without you!" 

Paul began pulling at his clothing as she watched, her burning stare erasing 
the image of his young wife. His shoes thundered down onto the thick carpet 
one by one, two socks lopped atop them, and Paul stood in his jockey shorts 
that were desperately trying to contain the rock hardened bulge of his cock. 
He saw her raise up on an elbow, her eyes fixed upon his manhood when he 
stripped free of that cumbersome garment. 

Myra was not free with compliments, but the sight of Paul's rigidity jutting 
out from his lean, hairy groin brought a gasp of appreciation to her 
bees-tung lips. She stared fixedly at the blood-inflated head, her tiny pink 
tongue tracing her lip-line hungrily. "Oh, Edward, bring it here to me," she 
whimpered, moving to the edge of the bed to meet it as he approached and 
stood naked beside her. 

Gently, she took his cock in the soft palm of her hand, slowly circling her 
fingers around its thickness and sliding the outer skin to and from her, her 
other hand slinking between his firm thighs to caress his balls 
tenderly...then...he sucked in his breath as her tiny wet tongue darted out 
to lick at the split at the tip to catch the few drops of secretion that had 
seeped out. He groaned with the unexpected hot contact of her tongue with 
the sensitive tip of his cock, then groaned again as she drew it gently 
toward her, opening her soft lips and sucking it slowly into the hot 
moistness of her mouth. Her tongue began a slow, smooth, swirling motion as 
she kept drawing it in...in...further into her mouth...until he gaped in 
disbelief as all but a fraction of an inch of his cock disappeared between 
her sucking lips and down her throat! Finally, she withdrew in a slow 
sequence of motions and rolled back onto the bed, her arms and tapered legs 
wide open to him. 

Paul had no problems understanding her body language but this business of 
calling him Edward was strangely disquieting. 

He remained reticent when she said: 

"Oh, God, Edward...lover...I want you inside of me so bad!" 

"Shit!" blurted Paul uncontrollably, afraid to blink for fear this magic 
moment would burst. Eagerly he climbed down onto the bed; half on top of 
her, his hand smoothing over her flesh from her hips to her breasts, 
kneading, massaging, his tongue tasting the pungent musk of his own cock on 
her lips, inciting him further! 

"You're going to be mine forever," she whispered hotly. "Wouldn't you love 
to live with me forever, Edward...spend our time in bed together...never 
needing anything from anybody ever?" 

There...she'd called him Edward again. A bit kooky, wasn't it...lying stark 
naked in bed with someone whose name you couldn't remember? He brushed aside 
the confusion. "All I want is to be inside you," he hissed down at her, 
smoothing his hand over her soft bowl-like belly and then below to the 
pouting mound that swelled into sensitive, flushed and fleshy cuntal lips. 
He traced his finger along the pink, hair-lined slit between her firmly 
rounded thighs to the warm crevice of her buttocks. Myra gasped upward into 
his face, her breath like an intoxicating perfume. 

Paul ground his hard cock against her naked hip while he caressed and 
taunted the moist secret parts of her lush body, his senses drunk with the 
unexpected intimacy. Lying there beside her, making love to her in the most 
brazen manner, he couldn't help but wonder what Sid Parker would say should 
he walk through the door! Yet...right now he didn't give a good god damn. He 
had to fuck her...this crazy, gorgeous creature . . .and she'd sucked his 
cock. Who cared if she couldn't remember his name...! 

Ohhhhhh! Now she had his cock in her hand, and now her mouth was glued to 
his, sucking and nibbling at his tongue as Myra struggled to roll him 
between her opened thighs, wanting his cock inside her warm, moist cunt! 

Paul responded, rolling over and cradling himself between her legs, forcing 
his hands beneath her shoulders and running them down the soft curves of her 
back and hips, the idea striking him that she was old enough to be his 
mother...though she hadn't a gray hair or unsightly bulge anywhere on her 
body. Anyway, that thought only seemed to stoke his lust as he ran a finger 
along the ridges of her spine and felt her soft flesh mash against his 
hard-muscled torso. The cords in her thighs pressed against the outside of 
his hips and he couldn't hlep but wonder how they would feel gripping him 
once he's sunk his penis deep inside her warm belly. 

"Oh, God, you're just like him!" she whispered, biting at his lips and 
grinding the bowl of her belly up against him. Paul brushed aside her words, 
clearing his mind for the provocative feel of her nails raking him lightly 
over his taut buttocks, moving in circles upwards to the small of his back. 
"You're going to be all mine...you must understand that, you must.. . " she 
hissed passionately into his ear. 

Paul balked for a moment; it was so crazy, her con-fuging him with another 
guy, but he didn't want to turn her off now. "All I know is that I'm gonna 
burst if I don't get my cock into you," he rasped down at her. 

"Yes, yesssss! Do that...fuck me and I'll take care of you forever!" 

Paul forced his hands down beneath her, cupping her full buttocks in his 
clammy palms and drawing her pouting pubic mound up tighter against his 
hardness. He wedged his cock into the open split of her vagina, moving it 
back and forth, up and down until it was wormed into the damp pink slit 
separating her hair fringed pussy lips. He pressured upward, sensing the 
velvety raw flesh growing more wet with each second. Immediately Myra's 
buttocks went to work in grinding rotations, while the bulbous head of his 
cock gently massaged the erect bud of her clitoris. 

Then her legs scissored wide open as she let out a long gasp and her strong 
calves entwined around the backs of his thighs. He kissed her hard and deep 
and lowered his hand to guide his aching cock downward between her moist 
cuntal lips. Myra trembled all over and whimpered as her pelvis lurched 
upward at him, the open mouth of her cunt widening to gobble up the 
blood-filled head of his hard young virility. 

To hold back was a useless effort for Paul and he knew it. He sucked in his 
breath and thrust forward, feeling the nibbling mouth of her vaginal hole 
widen for him, absorbing him into the damp channel right up into her belly 
with a wet sucking sound, her vaginal muscles clamping tightly around the 
fleshy length of his wildly throbbing penis. 

Oh, Christ, her cunt was milking his cock like a buttery hand! 

"Ohhh...ahhh...." she moaned and crooned as he felt her insides dampen and 
clamp. Gritting his teeth, Paul started to fuck viciously into her, while 
her body lurched and jerked beneath him. 

"Ohhh, Gawd! Edward! Ohhh...harder...fuck it harder...yes...like that!" she 
gasped as if in anguish, her arms wrapped tightly suffocatingly around his 
neck, pulling his lean chest down snug against the white cushions of her 
breasts. 

Paul plunged his bloated cock up and deep into her belly, and her lush body 
spasmed and twisted in response to him, her face contorted in ecstasy. He 
watched her mouth move with spasmodic little tremors as her nostrils flared 
and her forehead sheened with a film of glistening sweat along the raven 
hairline. God, the woman was turned on...and he was the man who'd turned her 
on! Paul was a bit proud of that accomplishment. 

"Ohhh, Edward...." she moaned. "Shove your finger up my ass...do 
something...anything!" she ordered whimperingly as he slid his strong hands 
under the wildly pumping ass cheeks and cupped them tightly, raising them 
off the bed to force her tighter to him. Still jack-hammering into her 
liquid depths, he managed to stretch the crevice of her ass, searching with 
the tip of his middle finger for her anus...until he found it...and shoved! 

A tiny rivulet of moisture had dribbled down the widespread cleft from where 
his cock was stroking sleekly in and out of her. It dampened the puckered 
hole, lubricating it so that it gave way easily and his finger sunk into the 
tight elastic sphincter ring and popped smoothly inside the rubbery depths. 
Myra jerked forward beneath him, her lips parting in a silent cry of pain. 

He thrust again, almost to the second joint, and her legs jerked out 
erotically her feet kicking in the air above them, her toes curling under. 
"Aaagggh! Yes...it hurts so gooooood!" groaned Myra. He felt her begin to 
screw her rectum back onto his finger until it was sunk to the palm of his 
hand, and he jiggled it experimentally, rotating it around deep inside the 
fleshy depths of her velvety rectum. 

He ground down into her using all the strength of his hips and thighs, 
feeling the hot, raw flesh of her cunt milk his bursting cock. He levered up 
on the tips of his toes and rammed the last fraction of cock to thunder up 
her seeping hole, bringing a new wail of ecstasy to Myra's lips as he 
maintained the same rhythm with his pumping finger sunk deep inside her 
bowels. Again her nostrils flared animalishly and her eyes stared glassily 
up into his face, an inferno of desire burning within both of them. 

"Aaaauuugggh...." the aristocratic profligate grunted as he buffeted her in 
time to the finger and cock dually fucking her genitals, a masochistic 
pleasure filling her from her vagina to the top of her head. Her long 
fingernails that had been digging frantically into the lean hard flesh of 
his back, slithered downward and dug painfully into his thrusting buttocks 
as they pounded demonically, driving his cock into the seething core of her 
needing body. 

Moist, squelching, sucking sounds echoed in the sun lit room with every 
lunge he made into her, while his worming finger skewered into her tight 
anus furiously. Her skin was greasy with sweat and her head flailed 
uncontrollably. Myra Parker had become something almost inhuman as she 
twisted and churned, spreading her legs wide apart and jerking her knees 
back to her shoulders, egging him on like a rider jockeying to the finish 
line. 

"Ohhhh...ohhhh...baby!" she encouraged in bursts of breath hissing from her 
lungs, her climax obviously hearing, while Paul breathed a silent prayer of 
gratitude. 

He was darned near destroyed, he realized, pulling his finger from her 
rectum with a damp, hissing sound; then to his startlement she swung her 
smooth thighs upward and wound them possessively around his neck, waving her 
ass from side to side and spiraling her clasping vagina up and down insanely 
on his plunging penis. 

"Ohh...cumming...Edward...cumming...! " she cried out, locking her ankles in 
a death-like grip high up behind his sweating back. Her arms engulfed his 
neck, her open mouth smashing against his own, her body arching as she clung 
to him, not moving, but quivering and jerking around him in a pulsating 
rhythm that spewed her female juices out around his driving penis and down 
the widespread crevice of her buttocks, soaking his balls as they slapped 
hard against her tiny puckered anus. 

The sheer salacity of Myra's climax triggered his own and he gripped her 
grinding buttocks, squeezing with crushing strength, feeling her cringe as 
great animalish gasps choked from his throat. 

"Oh...unngghh...dammmmmrnmn!" he blurted, slamming viciously into her, his 
pelvis slapping brutally against the ragged pink lips of her cunt, his cock 
driving deep into the furthest hidden depths of her belly. 

He felt the sperm roiling in his testicles and throwing his hands down 
behind her knees, forced them back higher around her head, grinding as far 
back against her cervix as he could. He gasped into her mouth, felt his 
balls explode, heard her whimpering cry of orgasmic joy once more as she 
tightened her arms around his neck. Then, with a deep groan, he shot into 
her, squirting his hot, thick sperm into the warm depths of her trembling 
belly! 

Then came the end...no more passion, no more taunting, except for the 
remorse of guilt...and Paul collapsed, rolling off of her sweat-sheened body 
and onto his back with a deep, almost bitter sigh of exhaustion. Next to him 
her long sigh snapped Paul back to reality. He felt the mattress spring 
upward and realized she was getting up off the bed. When he opened his eyes 
for a last glimpse of her lush nakedness, he was shocked to see an enigmatic 
glint replacing the passion-glaze of her sloe eyes. 

A vacuous expression that Paul could not-dare not-read settled over Myra's 
aristocratic features. Theirs had been a wild, intense lovemaking, lustful 
and passionate. He had dominated her, had commanded her body and, selfishly 
satisfied, left the long smoldering emotions to enslave her soul. Again he 
had robbed the strength from her and corroded her vulnerable shell with dark 
memories. 

Next time she would control her Edward...oh, would she! thought Myra, a 
crooked smirk bisecting her gorgeous face. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

What was one more disappointment on top of everything else, Kathy reasoned 
with an inward stab of desolation as she set the cup of soup on the bedside 
table and stroked the damp forehead of her pale faced husband, staring into 
his limpid blue eyes with infinite compassion. 

She had needed him inside of her tonight, had needed his warm seed to sow a 
bit of hope within her. Except for those times during the month when she 
didn't feel right about it, they had not missed a single night of 
lovemaking. Selfish, wouldn't it be, to demand his energies after he'd 
worked from dawn to dusk for the Parkers? He hadn't been willing to talk or 
discuss condition or the cause of it, so she let him fall asleep now. 

The next morning the clamminess had dried on his forehead and his pale blue 
eyes appeared normally alert. He had kissed her long and promisingly before 
he donned the navy blue chauffeur uniform and brushed his below-the-ear 
sandy waves behind his sunburned ears. 

Now, Kathy tidied up the breakfast room, dabbing at the glass-topped table 
with a sponge, the morning sun glowing in honey streaks over her blonde 
hair. Housework had never bothered her-God knows she'd done enough being the 
oldest daughter in a family of six children! A little tingle in her belly at 
the memory of her husband's kiss made her petite hands quiver a bit. Getting 
a bit on the horny side, wasn't she? Instantly forgetting about her family 
in Tennessee, she entertained fantasies of what her little bed-party with 
Paul at the end of the day promised. 

Strange how back home she had felt guilty about these erotic tinglings that 
Paul aroused in her with a simple kiss...or when his gentle hand touched her 
breast or thigh. Now, living under the Parkers' rooftop, that guilt had 
dissipated, reforming into a soft pride of her womanhood and the willingness 
to accept Paul...all of him. Her religious parents had her believing that 
sex was the basest of animal instincts and that she was hell-bent for 
damnation for indulging. God, how miserably wrong they were...! 

With the furniture polish bottle and swipes of dust clothes tucked under her 
arm, Kathy's platform shoes headed toward the second floor to the Parker's 
bedroom. Her mind lingered on her parents, wondering if they'd been more 
accepting of her womanly emotions if none of this mess would have happened. 
Parents were only people, capable of errors, too. Certainly if they had been 
married in the village church and settled down there...oh God, there she 
went again, trying to make everybody else responsible for her predicament. . 
. 

Well, darn it! she straightened, throwing back her shoulders so that her 
waist length honey hair jounced lively with each step. Yesterday had been 
the worst day of her life...starting with that awful Mrs. Parker taunting 
Paul about that stupid uniform...and then the disappointment of not feeling 
Paul deep inside her womb...To stop thinking about it and start acting on it 
was the way out. 

Instantly, she set down her cleaning wares in the hallway and picked up the 
telephone receiver sitting in a wall niche, her pink tipped finger poking 
into the 0 for operator. Someone answered hello in a raspy, low voice. 

"I'd like the number for Judge Henderson, please...." 

'This is the Parker Halfway House, miss." Kathy stiffened. "But I want an 
outside line...how do I get it?" 

"You don't...without Mr. Parker's permission." 

Kathy's petite hand trembled and her dimpled chin began to quiver, too, as 
with an uncertain movement, she placed the receiver back on the cradle. Her 
defeatism quickly gave vent to anger. Certainly such restrictions were not 
implied under the conditions of her custody. Why, this was like living 
behind the Iron Curtain!...and she had seven hundred and twenty-eight more 
days of staring at these walls and cleaning up after the Parkers' parties 
and watching the sluttish looking woman of the house gloat over Paul. 

But what weapon could one little nobody from nowhere use against two well 
renowned philanthropists! Wearily, Kathy plucked up her cleaning wares and 
continued on down the hall, turning right into the Parkers' bedroom where 
the mid-morning light played garishly over the rich red and black decor. The 
room was anything but restful, mused Kathy, her damp, scalding eyes raking 
over the row of large television screens staring vacuously back at her. 

Rebelliously, she flicked on one set. A soap opera or game show might help 
to dispel the plaguing, depressing thought that her dear Paul was tagging 
after Mrs. Parker this very moment, fulfilling her needs when she, his wife, 
had plenty of her own aching for fulfillment! 

With a bosom heaving sigh, Kathy collapsed down on the rumpled, round bed 
ringed with mirrors and put her feet up lazily. She flicked the remote 
control sitting on the pillow beside her; the screen showed nothing but an 
interior shot of a roomful of girls wearing blue pinstripe uniforms... 

"FUCK HER IN THE ASS!" 

Huh? Kathy sprang up in bed, squinting her green eyes at the screen. 

"ONE OF THESE DAYS I'LL GET EVEN WITH THAT BULL DYKE!" 

"YOU CAN'T LET HER GET YOU, SANDY...I'M TELLIN' YA, SHE'S NOTHING COMPARED 
TO THAT SLOBBERING IDIOT UP IN THE MANSION...OR THAT SADISTIC MYRA 
PARKER...KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT OR YOU'LL END UP HER DINNER!" 

Little beads of perspiration broke out on Kathy's silk forehead as she 
listened to the strangely X-rated rated dialogue while the girls on the 
screen, obviously preparing for a shower, slipped out of their uniforms and 
worked at the fasteners of their brassieres...totally unaware that a set of 
invisible eyes were watching them! Kathy's mouth went dry and her tongue 
stuck to the roof of her mouth as her brain registered the shocking reality. 
Sitting cross legged now, her maid's uniform with its multi-layered white 
ruffles laying in her lap like a bouquet of flowers, Kathy's trembling hand 
reached out to push the selector button on the remote control. Her green 
eyes shot open wide as a picture of a Sam, the matron of the Parker Halfway 
House, stood in what resembled an office, her legs were spread wide apart, 
apparently bracing her weight, and in her hand the leather thongs of a whip 
sang overhead, then slapped down on the naked buttocks of a girl tossed 
belly-down over a desk. 

"STOP! OH, GOD, STOP! I'LL EAT YOU...I'LL 

DO ANYTHING...JUST STOP!" 

Oh, dear God in Heaven! Each crack of the lash sent a cringing pain through 
Kathy's ripe young body. Hastily, she punched the selector button and this 
time the camera eye opened onto a view of the Parkers' backyard, the heavily 
bushed area around the dog pen with the one-room cottage there. What 
appeared to be an empty set came to life as a small body rose up from the 
grass, scratched its groin and waddled about aimlessly, its back to the 
camera. Stupefied, Kathy pressed her nose to the glass, then let out a 
whimpering wail of horror as the creature sprung around, racing toward the 
camera, coming at her like the distorted, crazy image in a carnival 
fun-house...spittle drooling, eyes rolling, stunted features grotesquely 
disproportionate! 

Oh God! Kathy punched several buttons until the screen finally faded. It was 
all clear to her...the Parkers had to be warped people...watching the 
runaways from the House in their most intimate moments, playing voyeurs. And 
that thing in the backyard...what, who was that? Good God, who knows but 
what they might make their evening entertainment of watching she and Paul 
making love...? The thought made her emotions curdle within her empty little 
belly. 

Oh God, these people polluted everything they touched, kept everything 
within iron-tight control...including their household help. Somehow, 
someway, they had to get away from this terrible place and these wicked 
people! But...how? The Parkers had managed to physically separate Paul and 
herself, and no doubt their room housed a fugitive camera, too, which meant 
that any communication between them was public entertainment. Run away? Not 
with Mr. Parker's influence in this town! Every road would be blocked, every 
trail sniffed by blood hounds! There had to be a way...life couldn't be this 
cruel! 

If only she could reach Judge Henderson! He was the law and certainly the 
law wouldn't tolerate the obscene happenings behind these walls... 

* * * 

Sid Parker wasn't at all pleased about his wife's philandering with the 
young caretaker. Not that he objected to her preference for a young, hard 
boy...but this Edward fixation crap had to cease right now! That they played 
sex as a game of monopoly was an open agreement between them...but it had to 
stay precisely that, and his vixen wife was openly disobeying the rules. 
Watching the video reel of Myra with the Tennessee hick had proven Sid's 
suspicions: Myra was "losing control, getting too serious over her moves and 
letting the scraggly punk control her emotions as if she were a thirteen 
year old floundering around in the back seat of a car. Instead of dominating 
him, she was luring him and in the process had deceived him, her husband. 
Hell, reasoned the big man, she didn't entrap that blonde pussy for my sake 
at all...it was her scrawny husband Myra wanted all along! 

"Shit. . . " Sid Parker muttered under his breath, bolting out of his 
high-backed leather chair, his footsteps solid and meaningful as they 
thundered up the carpeted, spiralling staircase to the second floor where he 
could hear the hum of the vacuum cleaner in the distance. 

Kathy was vacuuming under the bed, down on her hands and knees, the garters 
holding her fishnet stockings taut to the snapping point pulled over the 
alabaster softness of her satiny upper thighs. From his ripe vantage point 
he could see the narrow crotch-band of her bikini panties underneath and 
squinting, he stroked his chin, wondering if indeed that was a moist dew of 
desire sopping the narrow strip of nylon. The moons of her buttocks shone 
round and white, haloed by the white flounces of her short underskirts 
beneath. 

Decisively, Sid Parker reached down and pulled the plug on the vacuum 
cleaner, it's air inflated bag deflating like a satiated male organ. 

Abruptly, Kathy's green eyes flung around in a riot of blonde waves flailing 
about her pixie face and, her cheeks flushing in humiliation at being 
discovered in her immodest posture, she hastened to straighten her posture, 
pulling her knees underneath her. 

"Miss Kathy," he started, hooking his thumbs in his brocade vest and talking 
around the Havana cigar plugging his lips, "there's something I have to 
discuss with you." 

"Y-Yes, Mr. Parker...." Though she was still trembling from head to toe, 
Kathy breathed an inner sigh of relief. He might have walked in fifteen 
minutes earlier and discovered her playing with his television sets. She 
realized then that he was standing there in the doorway, waiting for her to 
follow. Hesitantly she rose to her feet, straightened her maid's uniform and 
tripped after him downstairs to his private office. What could he possibly 
want to discuss with her? 

He gestured for her to walk ahead and of course she did. Sid let his eyes 
feast lecherously on the shapely roundness of his housekeeper's young hips 
and buttocks, the fullness of her exposed stockinged thighs and luscious 
calves flitting down the steps ahead of him. That uniform had been Myra's 
idea. His mate knew how to keep her husband's libido well charged...if only 
she weren't so wrapped up in this Edward fixation she'd be the perfect mate, 
but sometimes, like lately, he felt he didn't quite trust her motives and 
that irked him. 

He grinned salaciously to himself as he walked briskly ahead now and stood 
at the door of his office gesturing for her to enter. Immediately he closed 
the doors behind him and slipped the lock in place with a loud metallic 
sound. 

Kathy, too, heard the ominous clicking sound and she flung around, a new 
tightness constricting her belly. Were there cameras in this room, too? She 
stopped abruptly in the middle of the room, turning quickly to face him and 
read the expression on his leering, smoothly shaven face. 

"How are you enjoying your stay here with us, Kathy?" the big man asked in a 
booming, demanding voice that again made Kathy's bloodstream ice. 

Kathy's mouth twisted into a crooked half smile and she shrugged her 
shoulders. "Oh, just fine, Mr Parker." 

"Any complaints...." he gestured expansively. "Is the food okay? Your bed 
soft enough?" 

With her hands clasped in front of her, one ankle turned over girlishly, 
Kathy nodded unconvincingly. "One thing...I would like to have a bit more 
freedom...just...to walk around the garden...and stuff." 

"But you're in our custody, dear...we're responsible for you and you did 
steal Mrs. Parker's diamonds, after all. . . " 

"But I didn't! I swear I didn't!" Numbly, Kathy shook her head in the 
negative, struggling for the proper words that might help convince him of 
her innocence. Of course he didn't trust her, because she was poor...Her 
misery came pouring out in words she couldn't check. "Oh, Mr. Parker, please 
send me and Paul back to Tennessee! We'll both work real hard and send our 
paychecks back to you if you want us to Paul'll even work in the mines and 
I'll get a job . somewhere...." 

Sid Parker stared at his prisoner long and hard, deep furrows wrinkling his 
naked forehead. When he spoke the words were well chosen, a fact exemplified 
by his cigar held between his fingers in lieu of his lips. "I might let you 
go back to your Daddy in Tennessee, little girl, if you were to be nice to 
me...." 

When her horror-stricken face registered no change of expression, Sid Parker 
stepped closer to the shivering young girl, took a significant pull off his 
cigar and exhaled a cloud of smoke in the air. "Do you like me, Kathy?" 

Kathy felt as if her legs were made of stone, immobile, as she stood there 
awe-stricken as his massiveness closed in on her, his empty hand reaching 
out to take her small, trembling one inside it. "Come a little closer, 
Kathy, and feel what Papa Parker's got for you!" he rasped lewdly, clasping 
her clammy hand and guiding it to the meaningful bulge tenting his pants. 
"Don't ask me how, but I've seen you squirming and writhing on the end of 
your punk hubby's hard fucking cock, trying to make it and being left high 
and dry when he blows his nuts in your hot, creaming pussy before you can 
cum...! " 

Oh, God! He has been watching us...spying on us...like-like those poor girls 
in the Halfway House! "Oh, God," she gasped aloud in horror at the shocking 
filth spewing from his smirking lips. Dear Lord! She had to get out of 
there...away from this terrible man and his evil house...! Desperately, she 
tried to jerk her hand free as tears of shame and rage streamed down her 
satin cheeks, but his meaty hand gripped her tightly. She struggled with 
him, knowing it was useless, remembering the locked door, but in her panic 
she could think of nothing else but getting away from this beast. Abruptly, 
she sank her sharp teeth into the hairy flesh of his hand. 

"You fucking little cunt!" he bellowed, jerking his hand away to brutally 
grasp her arm. With the other hand he slapped her had across the face, 
knocking her backward and down onto a sofa. Kathy flung to her feet, facing 
his raised hand, then backing away at the threat of it. She slumped 
helplessly and buried her sobbing face in her hands. 

"It's time you came to your senses," he said, breathing heavily as he 
examined the teeth marks on his flesh. A bit more pressure and her white 
little fangs would have broken the skin; still, the wound hurt like hell. 
Vicious little cunt, this one! She'd pay for that! "Listen, Kathy, we can 
either be friends, which'll make it easier on you...or enemies...and I'll 
rape you...and don't think I can't! Either way I'm going to fuck you 
shitless!" 

With blood still singing in her ears from the force of his blow, Kathy felt 
the nausea sweeping through her at his lurid promise was far more repugnant 
than the thought of him beating her bloody! 

"Oh, God...no...you wouldn't!" she heard herself groan feebly. "Please...oh 
God, please...please let me out of here!" 

"You little shit...shut your mouth and listen to reason!" he spat down at 
her. "My wife has been fucking your husband, what do you think of them 
apples?" he gloated lewdly. "That's what his new job is...fuckin' my wife, 
and if you don't believe me, turn your television set on tonight at seven 
and you'll get a private airing." 

"You're lying!" Kathy rubbed her freed wrist. "My husband loves me...he'd 
never...do that...with your wife!" Then the reality hit like a ton of bricks 
smashing between her eyeballs. In this wicked house nothing was impossible! 
She eyed the big man suspiciously, squinting up at him to read the 
victorious expression on his naked face. 

"You know...." he said with measured words, "it wouldn't look good before 
the Judge should word of your husband's extra-marital activities with my 
wife seep out. The Judge just might suggest you two be separated...by law he 
could do that, you know." 

Kathy's mind worked desperately to function with intelligence. Somehow she 
had to keep this evil man from taking out his vengeance on her young 
husband...keep him pacified until she could reach Judge Henderson and 
explain everything. She knew what she must do, though her stomach bubbled 
uneasily at the thought of it. If Paul had fallen into Myra Parker's trap' 
he must have been coerced, she reasoned, webbing together an excuse because 
the desolating pain of doubting her husband's motives was too agonizing. 

"You look a bit shaken, my dear. How about a nice fresh drink to clam you 
down?" Sid grinned patted her on the head and strode toward the bar and 
selected a bottle from the cupboard. 

A nerve-wracked tremor rippled over Kathy's young body. Lord, what could 
possibly happen next? She couldn't afford to do anything foolish that might 
raise Mr. Parker's ire and hurt their chances before Judge Henderson cleaned 
up this mess, but neither could she turn herself over to this repulsively 
suave man who even now glanced at her as if she were a tempting morsel to be 
popped into his mouth. 

"Wh-what you're saying," choked Kathy, "is that if I don't co-cooperate with 
you, you'll send Paul away?" 

"That's it, little girl...two years of never seeing each other. I have the 
power to see to it, you know!" 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

The amber liquid burned a path down Kathy's gullet, but that discomfort 
bothered her none compared to the presence of Sid Parker breathing on the 
nape of her neck. His arm had slunk around her, not touching her, but 
barring her way. Slowly, she lowered her trembling hand to the exposed flesh 
of her stockinged thigh and his larger one came down to cover it. Her heart 
bolted at his unabashed aggression. She gaped at him breathlessly, seeming 
to sense an awesome power there, and squirmed backwards, working herself 
into the corner of the sofa. He smiled amusedly, lecherous lights dancing in 
his flinty eyes to flash his message to her. 

"You're quite a dish, you know that?" he spoke softly between sips of 
whiskey. "I'm sorry to have to tell you about your husband, but there are 
things a woman should know," he went on, his hot hand caressing her own 
tenderly. 

"I don't believe you! You're cruel and mean and wicked...I've seen the...." 
She stopped short and fortunately, too, for she felt his breath quicken from 
her near-admission of seeing the television cameras upstairs. 

A helpless tremor rippled through Kathy as she felt his hand move brazenly 
to the bowl of her tense belly, smoothing suggestively before slipping 
around her tiny waist while he inched his bulk closer to her, until his big, 
handsome face was mere inches from her own. The touch of his hand generated 
a soothing warmth through the fabric of her maid uniform, sending strange, 
unwanted thrills tickling along her spine. She fought it. She couldn't 
succumb to the lewd behavior he expected of her! She was married, and even 
though Paul had supposedly violated their marriage vows (a fact she 
staunchly refused to believe), she had no intentions of following his 
example. 

"Stop! Please...oh please stop this!" she wailed emphatically, writhing from 
his grasp and rocking forward, brought herself to her feet, balancing 
unsteadily on her high platform shoes. "I can't be part of this. 
Please...let me go!" 

Sid's features were set in a malefic expression. "I told you before I was 
going to fuck you...one way or the other...now shuddup and enjoy it because 
you've left yourself no choice!" 

Kathy stiffened as if she'd been dunked in ice-water. Her rosebud mouth fell 
loosely open and her green eyes widened in utter disbelief at the 
realization that she was this man's prisoner . . .for two fill years! She 
sensed his hands slipping around her waist again and the strength of his 
powerful arms slowly drawing her tight against him, those same hands 
exploring downwards to cradle the round, fullness of her buttocks. The blood 
rushed hotly to her face in shame of his coarse hands moving intimately over 
her fear-cringing body. 

"S-Stop! God, stop it!" she chirped desperately 

Sid Parker was not a man of limitless patience and this honey-haired country 
girl was quickly clipping it to the quick. "Shuddup!" he snarled balefully, 
"or I'll stuff a goddamned dust cloth in your mouth and tie your hands up 
with the vacuum cleaner cord!" 

Kathy let out a pitiful whimper and gaped into his face as his still teasing 
hands massaged and stroked her buttocks, pressing her tighter against the 
terrible rising bulge in his pants. 

'That punk assed husband's a quick shooter," the big man gloated, licking 
his beefy lips. "It's time you got fucked by a man who could make you cum." 

Feebly, Kathy struggled in his arms, as if to satisfy her own conscience, 
her arms and legs flailed out, kicking and thrashing like an insect caught 
in a spider's web, but he held her imprisoned in his massive clutch. She 
gaped in horror as he slowly lowered his balding head until his lips 
engulfed her soft, moist mouth, his hot tongue worming wetly beyond her 
teeth into the vainly resisting cavern. He held her close, his hotly 
massaging hands pressing into the cheeks of her lush buttocks to force her 
pelvis tighter against him, his penis jabbing hard into her soft belly, 
making a soft, uncontrollable tremor pass over her. 

God, something terrible was happening inside of her! Here this big, 
loathsome character was raping her and in spite of the shame and repulsion, 
she was slowly but inexorably giving in to him. She relaxed against him as 
he drew her back down onto the couch, his large right hand completely 
engulfing her throbbing breast, massaging it in a way that Paul never had! 

"Ohhhh...ohhhh!" she groaned, flustered, and he smiled arrogantly above her. 

"Can't help yourself, can you baby?" he taunted, his hands roving over the 
hills and valleys of her lush young body. "You're so horny you'd let a snake 
crawl up that hole between your luscious legs...and I promise, Doll, I'll 
fill that belly so full of cock you'll think your dumb-assed hubby's got a 
wiener between his legs!" 

His words bounced off the walls of her stupefied brain, while his hand, his 
tongue, his whole massive body was setting her afire with desire she had 
never dreamed possible! Something about this man's raw, lustful caress was 
weakening the walls of her resistance. God, was she losing her mind? Was she 
that desperate that she could welcome the touch of this horribly wicked man? 
Oh, Paul...Paulllll!! ! ! 

And then, his huge, hot hand was on her leg...her thigh...the soft, tingling 
inner flesh of her thigh...and she wanted it there! Oh, Paul...forgive me, 
but it's so warm and big and gentle...moving up to my... 

"You delicious little cunt, you!" Sid Parker hissed down at her where she 
sat, goose-bumped and shivering beside him, while his hungry hand smoothed 
up and down the satiny flesh of her quivering leg, over the mesh of her 
fishnet stockings. His long fingers made tingling contact with the nylon 
strip of her panties, hiding the soft, sensitive cunt beneath. 

Kathy groaned and spasmed at each pressured touch against her awakened 
vagina, her mind desperately fighting to seize control over the rapidly 
fired physical sensations sizzling over her body. Ohhh hh, God! She had to 
make him stop! 

"No...please, Mr. Parker...please stop!" she whimpered pathetically, her 
breath quickening as she felt his fingers teasing at the snug elastic leg 
band of her panties. Yet even as she spoke her passion hungry need for 
fulfillment...too many denied her...won over and her arms wrapped around his 
neck and her legs opened to him, while her tongue trailed across his 
grinning lips, tiny mewls of helpless submission gurgling in her throat. 

And then she felt it! She sensed his middle finger, insinuated under the 
crotch band of her panties now, tracing the thin, pink split of her naked 
young pussy and she squirmed her buttocks beneath it! Her hands moved to his 
powerful shoulders, their polished tips digging into the hard flesh through 
his suit and a minute sensation of repulsion swept through her even as 
spasms of desire rippled through her belly. Tauntingly, she could feel him 
part the silken pubic curls and worm his middle finger up between her little 
vaginal lips...! 

"Oh, Mr. Parker...you wicked, awful man!" she whimpered, gasping in a 
helpless choking whisper. "You terrible, cruel man!" Maybe it was partly the 
alcohol, maybe it was the lingering frustration from the last lovemaking 
with Paul, but something had tapped the well of Kathy's womanly desires. 

A stimulating shock tremored along the smooth flesh of her thighs as she 
twitched and ground her buttocks down into the softness of the sofa cushion, 
her whimpers giving way to a helpless groaning while his finger teased at 
the moist split of her vagina, rubbing electrically against the oily nub of 
her clitoris. She sensed the wetness up between her legs and could smell the 
sticky muskiness dribbling in creamy threads down his hand. Kathy nibbled at 
her lips, biting to hold back the moans of traitorous desire frothing in her 
belly. 

Oh, it was evil and wrong...she couldn't throw away her marriage vows for 
such cheap thrills! She forced her small hands against his heavy chest, her 
teeth gnashing and bared as she squirmed and kicked, trying to shove him 
away! 

"Damn you!" she growled. "Stop that! I won't do it!" she spat tearfully, 
snarling like a trapped animal between her tightly clenched teeth. "Let me 
go...you, you animal!" 

With a bemused smile, Sid Parker caught her flailing arms, his massive 
weight pulling her down as he quickly rolled on top of her. "Now listen 
here!" he growled down at her, his round face reddening from the effort. 
Then the teeth on his boorish face sparkled between compressed lips and he 
slapped her across the face hard. "I wasn't kidding about tying you up, 
dammit!" 

Slowly, Kathy relaxed her struggles, the thought of being gagged and bound 
terrifying her more than any other deprivation of freedom she'd suffered at 
the hands of this wretched people! As a child she had seen a trapped 
squirrel ensnared in a fox trap, had watched from a distance as it bit and 
tore its own flesh struggling to free itself. And with that gruesome memory 
ripe in her mind, she went lax. God in heaven! She was hopelessly trapped in 
this room...in this house...in this state...allowed absolutely no contact 
with the outside world. They had spied on her making love to her husband, 
had cut off the telephone lines to her disposal, and now he was going to 
exploit her body, taking any and every indecent liberty with her that he 
pleased! And all in the name of justice! 

Tears of humiliation streamed down her hot cheeks as in bitter shame she 
felt her treacherous young body spark with desire at the maddening play of 
his finger in her moistened cunt, her hips grinding rhythmically to his 
finger fucking up between her blonde pussy curls. 

"That feels much better, nun?" Sid hissed down at her. 'That sweet, tight 
little cunt of yours is crying for my finger...just think how happy it'll be 
when it feels my cock sawing up there?" 

Kathy couldn't speak. The mumbles that rumbled from her lips were bunched in 
her throat, the sensual jolts of his thick finger teasing skillfully around 
her swelling clitoris making her buttocks grind defensively down into the 
sofa to try to escape the erotic spasms careening over her soft, vibrant 
flesh. 

"Oh...oh!" she moaned, as his thumb nail scraped teasingly against her 
clitoris. 

"Beginning to like it, huh, Doll?" 

"Just...don't...do anything...to take me...away from Paul...." she managed 
feebly, hating herself for knowing that she would submit to this awful man. 
"Promise you won't...hurt us!" 

"C'mon...trust me, little girl!" he leered. "You owe it to yourself to have 
a good fuck after the way your hubby masturbated himself in your pussy!" His 
reference to their beautiful, lovemaking coupled with the lewd four-letter 
word fired strange excitement to prickle within her. 

"I'll try...for him." she whimpered, rolling her face from him. 

Sid Parker gloatingly moved his big frame further up over her, letting free 
of her wrists and bringing his hand up to entwine his finger in her long, 
honey-colored hair, drawing her lovely face back to him. Again he plastered 
his lips to hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth as his thick finger 
began to saw into her tender cunt once more. 

"I'm going to take off your uniform now, Kathy...and don't get any ideas 
about playing mean," he whispered. 

Compliantly, she didn't struggle when he raised her up and lowered the 
zipper of her uniform, pulling it off her creamy shoulders. She clenched her 
eyes tight, feeling a fugitive tear curl down each satin cheek. His fingers 
played over her body like a flamingo guitarist his instrument's strings, 
unfastening this, pulling at that, until a cool rush of air bathed her young 
breasts as they bounced freely before him, her strawberry nipples puckering 
tightly. 

With a sharp intake of air, Sid's big hand eagerly clutched them to knead 
and squeeze, rolling the nipples erotically between his fingers like a 
couple of marbles...until finally his warm, moist mouth encompassed one, his 
tongue flicking and teasing the little bud maddeningly...then, the 
other...his long tongue trailing down the narrow, deep vale separating the 
hillocks of her creamy breasts, her stomach muscles tensing as it slithered 
tormentingly over her satiny flesh, flicking momentarily into her navel to 
taunt it while his hands stroked down along her ribs to curvaceous hips, his 
fingers hooking inside the waistband of her nylon panties. 

Again she felt a cool gush of air as it brushed against her warm, 
perspiration dampened thighs and vagina...and Kathy didn't wince or protest 
as he raised her legs to slip her panties down her alabaster legs. With her 
eyes still closed tightly she felt the pressure of the sofa as he raised to 
his knees and she knew he was undressing! 

Dear God, how had she fallen into the hands of these wretched people? What 
had she ever done to deserve being imprisoned this way 

She could sense movement about her and opening her eyes in hopes of making 
one last lunge for freedom, her wide green orbs fastened onto his broad, 
hairy torso to the thick dangling protuberance jutting out from beneath the 
overhang of his slightly bulging stomach. 

Sid Parker was kneeling directly between her spread legs at the knees now 
spread wide apart, his handsome face twisted in a lewd, victorious grin. 
Kathy's eyes widened in building revulsion and choking disbelief as Sid's 
meaty hand lustfully stroked the heavy foreskin back and forth, the shiny, 
naked cock head peeking out of its hood in glistening redness! 

"Make your mouth water, Baby?" he taunted. 

Kathy thought she might be sick at the sight of his angry looking organ; 
yet, she couldn't help but gape at its elephantine length and thickness, 
mentally comparing it to Paul's and judging her husband's to be almost 
childish in comparison. She looked down, the sight of her own swollen 
breasts naked and shamefully exposed filling her with helpless dread. 
How...oh God, how could this be happening to her? She looked up into his 
leering face and it struck her that he was enjoying subjecting her to this 
humiliation, sadistically gleaming over the power he held over her! 

Automatically, her frightened orbs dropped once more to lock on the 
blue-veined thickness growing fraction of an inch by fraction even as she 
stared. It was terrorizing! My God, she could never take that up inside of 
her! 

"Maybe you'd like to play with it for a while before I stuff into your 
little pussy hole?" he teased, gleefully watching the paling expression of 
fear contorting her angelic young face. Again the tears scalded in her eyes 
and dribbled miserably down her cheeks as she realized with utter finality 
that she was this man's victim to taunt and humiliate as he pleased. Her 
mind was too preoccupied with hopelessness to hear his filthy words now. 

Then Sid fell down on the sofa like a sack of cement, squeezing the breath 
out of her burning lungs with a gasp, the hardness of his thick, pulsating 
cock crushing into the soft flesh of her loins, his greedy hands squeezing 
her firm breasts so viciously that she cried out in real pain. Then his 
mouth was glued to hers, his tongue plunging deep into her throat while 
harsh rasps hissed from his lungs. 

"I'm going to have you begging before I'm finished!" he hissed down into her 
crinkled up face. "You're going to beg me to fuck you, ram my cock into that 
hot little cunt of yours so deep you'll be able to taste it in your mouth!" 

Kathy tried to deafen her ears to his disgusting abuse...and then he was 
moving down her body...slipping down and down until his naked face was 
poised between her wide spread thighs only inches from her nakedly trembling 
pussy...the revolting shock of what he intended to do causing her to nearly 
throw up in disgust! 

"Wh-What. . . ? No...please! Not that! You can't!" cried out Kathy 
shamefully as she felt the Director of the Halfway House place his huge 
palms against the satiny inner flesh of her thighs, pressing them apart, 
spreading her genitals open to his lust glazed eyes. She moaned 
pathetically, raising her head to stare down between her milky orbs and see 
him posed between her thighs. "Please...my husband has never...! " 

She gritted her teeth, trying to close her legs to him, but to no avail. His 
hands were warm against the flesh of her thighs as Sid licked his lips at 
the tight, pink split fringed enticingly with silken golden curls while two 
dainty glistening droplets moistened the tongue like pink petals that peeked 
out at him from the thin vertical mouth. As she lay frozen to the cushion 
beneath him, Kathy watched in petrified debasement while with deliberate 
slowness he placed his thumbs delicately on the cringing fleshy lips of her 
cunt and spread them apart, flowering open the moist coral flesh to his 
sight! 

In confused and panting tension, Kathy felt the hot wisps of his rapid 
breaths taunt her sensitive, delicate genital flesh and then her own breath 
caught in her throat when she saw his face lower to the furry vee of her 
crotch and felt his long, hot tongue lap up into her moist, fearfully 
quivering cunt. 

Her young, lush body clothed only in the lacey garter belt holding up 
textured stockings, jerked convulsively, a loud whimper bursting from 
Kathy's throat while her smooth buttocks lurched downward in her effort to 
avoid the perverted outrage he was committing upon her naked genitals. Her 
stomach spasmed and churned in convulsive shock as she groaned loathingly to 
his tongue slithering in and out of her vulnerably exposed pussy in wild, 
animalish delight! 

"Ohhhh...doooon't!" she pleaded, her head beginning to thrash from side to 
side as she held it raised, gaping in disbelief at Mr. Parker's swirling 
tongue between her spread thighs. Wasn't it punishment enough that he held 
her prisoner in his house...for a crime she hadn't committed...? This was a 
nightmare...she tried to reason as his tongue raced in a liquid feast up 
into her dilating cunt! 

Down between her legs Sid Parker prided himself on the uncharacteristic 
patience with which he had treated this young, sweet morsel. In fact, he'd 
been unduly gentle with her, remembering well how Joy, a young runaway had 
freaked out under similar circumstances. Explaining to the coroner how a 
fourteen year old had hanged herself from his living room chandelier with an 
extension cord was an experience he didn't care to repeat. Bad for his 
image, indeed... 

The honey-haired country girl's protesting "nooo-oo!" had taken on a 
whimpering, pleading quality and Sid rightly guessed that lust was sprouting 
to life inside her trembling body from the licking of her vagina. 

Kathy felt his big hands move caressingly up over her belly to the pulsing, 
firm flesh of her hard-nippled breasts, cupping and massaging them while his 
mouth sucked and fucked into her vagina with obscene wet sucking sounds that 
filled the room. She sensed his eyes fixed on her tormented face and 
realized he was watching for the first hint of her surrender to his gross 
ravishment of her body. 

Determinedly, she clenched her small hands into tight fists, her long 
polished fingernails digging cruelly into the palms of her hands as she 
tried to blot out and numb herself against the sensations raging within her 
body. It was useless; she was trapped. She could not fight him physically or 
mentally...! 

His lips probed and explored until he found the pulsing tip of her clitoris. 
Sid heard her choking whimper of agonized pleasure when he took the tiny nub 
between his front teeth and nibbled it lightly, swabbed his tongue over and 
around it in velvety circles. Downward shot his tongue, back through the 
soft pink slit and into the warm depths of her cuntal hole. 

There was no kidding herself now, Kathy knew. The erotic pleasures had 
reached beyond her physical powers of defense. Her resistance was so 
diminished it was hardly a memory! Her body spasmed, convulsed and jerked, 
her head flailing from side to side as he licked and probed and sucked and 
fucked into her cunt, lashing and sliding his long, hot tongue deep up into 
her narrow vagina, while in abject horror she listened to her own lewd 
whimpering pleas as he swirled and plunged another creamy inch inside her 
excited cunt! 

Then her green eyes few open as if one springs as with a lewd grunt, he 
raised her legs high, slipping his arms beneath them so that they, with her 
shoulders, were wedged underneath her thighs. Now her thighs were draped 
over his broad shoulders, locked there, and he maneuvered his hands beneath 
her quivering buttocks, pressing them to him with unquestioned authority. 
Indeed, Kathy was his prisoner now! 

With a squelching slurp he lapped his tongue deeply into the frothy depths 
of her vagina while she jerked and pumped her fists uselessly...at last 
finding a place for them as they clutched at his hair, pressing his face 
down tighter to the steamy morass of her loins. 

And then Kathy's muscles relaxed...in her legs, her arms, everywhere...and 
she opened herself receptively to him, offering herself as an erotic 
sacrifice to his obscene sucking and licking of her cunt. And then...and 
then she felt his tongue flick from her vagina downward toward the tiny, 
secretly puckered hole of her anus! 

Normally she would have screamed in protest at the perverse suggestion, but 
instead she groaned submissively at the moist seething contact of his soft 
tongue against the sensitive opening. She closed her eyes and licked her 
lips and stared up at the ceiling unseeing, her mouth hanging open in a 
silent plea for him to stop...to make her stop fighting against her body's 
very physical needs. Now her captor was no longer her enemy; it was Kathy's 
staunchly religious mind versus Kathy's womanly needful body! 

"Ohhhh...ohhh...ohhh," she choked ecstatically. "No...you shouldn't...you 
shouldn't. . . ! " she whimpered, rolling her hips and trying to screw her 
possessively flexing rectal mouth back onto his hungrily probing tongue. 

Sid Parker chuckled aloud and Kathy's eyes sprang open as he thrust stiffly 
against the snug, spongy little hole, raising goose bumps on her quaking 
belly and heaving young breasts. 

"Ohhh Gawddd!" she moaned, dropping her head back and letting it toss from 
side to side, her buttocks jerking in rhythm to the jabs of his tongue. 
"Ohhh...yess...love meee!" she cried out, her body sizzling with fiery 
sensations too consuming to ignore. Her genitals burned with need. She 
raised her hips and buttocks to him, her damp, squirming genitals offered to 
him in complete servitude. Her hands entangled in his hair again as she 
wailed from the depths of her being. Shame, morals, pride...and promised 
love for her husband, meant nothing now. What meaning had words now...? What 
she needed was something real...very fleshy and very real! She tried to pull 
his sucking face tighter into her cunt, mashing his nose against her 
sensitive clitoris, forcibly thrusting his lips inside the warm pink velvet 
of her womanhood. 

"Now, baby...now you're ready!" rasped Sid Parker, and as he raised his 
head, Kathy saw the creamy froth of her love juices dribbling about his 
mouth and down his chin. Her untouched genitals stung with disappointment 
from the loss of contact with his masterful tongue. "It's fucking time, 
Doll!" 

Kathy couldn't move! She was frozen in her salacious posture...with her 
trembling thighs raised and spread open to him, her swollen young breasts 
heaving with short, panting breaths, her belly quivering while her eyes 
leveled on his long thick penis spearing out from his hairy loins, a pearl 
of pre-cum oozing from the eye. 

"Oh no...oh Gawd!" she wailed when his meaty hulk crawled up over her, 
holding himself above her like a dark shadow of death. Slowly, he lowered 
his face and sucked the nipple of one breast into his mouth greedily, 
sinking his teeth into it as if trying to tear it from her rib cage. Kathy 
writhed and groaned aloud at the sharp pain. 

"Christ, I'm going to love fucking you, baby!" he promised, hovering above 
her, his eyes darting over her naked flesh like a bird of prey eyeing its 
noonday lunch from the skies. As a last probe at her helplessness, he spewed 
a barrage of desire arousing four-letter words that echoed off her 
well-charged libido to telegraph messages throughout her body. 

"Now...take it in your hand and put it in that hot, tight cunt...just the 
tip of it!" he ordered, his flinty eyes gleaming down sadistically at her. 

Kathy's perky nose crinkled. "It's...so big!" 

"I said take it!" he snapped. "Don't make me angry, bitch!" 

Kathy gasped as her small hand encircled his thick, throbbing cock, an 
expression of real fear freezing her face when she discovered for herself 
the enormity of it. Her pink fingertips barely met around that rubbery 
girth! "Oh, Mr. Parker...I can't take that...inside of me," she choked. 

"Shut that goddamn trap and listen to me!" growled Sid sadistically, 
lowering his heavy hips while Kathy reluctantly spread her thighs as wide as 
she could and guided his heavy cocktip toward the small moist opening of her 
vagina, using the hard head to part the blood-filled, fleshy lips of her 
cunt, her brain whirling in fear and damning anticipation. 

The sixteen year old bride moaned, twisting her head as an erotic shudder 
passed over her at the electrifying contact of the spongy tip with the 
burning flesh of her needing young pussy. She could hardly breathe from the 
massive pressure of his bear-like body pulverizing her lithe one hundred two 
pounds of delicate flesh. She waited...until he flicked his hips slightly 
forward to cause a sharp little pain from the stretching pressure of his 
cock at the small, elastic mouth of her vagina! 

"Aaaggghhh...! " she cried, more in fear than in pain. He pressed again, the 
forest of hair on his chest tickling her smashed down breasts beneath. 
"Ohhhh...ohhh!" she gasped out as the fiery tip forged its way into the 
hairy nest of her pussy, stretching the tight, tender flesh until she felt 
certain she was being ripped apart. "Oh stop...stop! You're tearing me!" she 
wailed up at him. 

Kathy stared up at him through agony-glazed eyes, his lustfully contorted 
face mocking her sadistically. Mercilessly he slammed his lust bloated penis 
into the tight pink walls of her pussy. 

"Aaauuugggh!" she grunted to the drilling of his thick cock inch by 
excruciating inch into her, until his face, still smeared with her cuntal 
juices, was a mask of devilish lust...as if the sight of her helpless young 
body trying to absorb his heavy prick thundering into her tight vagina was 
more than he could bear. With an excited glance down at her widespread, 
upraised genitals, he thrust forward brutally, hammering his long, 
stone-hard cock soaring up into her fearfully cringing hole. 

"Oh...ohhh...aaaggghhh!" It had knocked the wind out of her burning lungs. 
She screamed beneath him both in fear of being crushed to death and being 
torn apart by the blood inflated head plowing right up through her tightly 
resisting cuntal walls to the spongy depths of her sensitive cervix. 
Beneath, she could feel the sacs of his sperm-heavy balls slapping between 
her upturned buttocks, tingling against the button of her anus. 

"Oh...God!" By now the words had little meaning, even to Kathy. Her belly 
was stuffed full with his massive cock and her tender cuntal passage felt as 
if he had scoured the delicate flesh with his cruel penetration, the long, 
thick shaft's every wrinkle and ridge very real to her as it lay buried deep 
inside her quaking loins. 

In a sense, Sid was punishing himself, too. His lungs burned for want of air 
and a throbbing pain had developed in his chest from the exertion. For a 
moment, he too, lie still and heavy upon her, his breathing raspy...then, he 
flexed his cock deep inside the soft clinging flesh, worming the sinewy pole 
another fraction of an inch deeper into her. 

"No...no more...please!" she begged, but he repeated the torture, each time 
knocking the wind out of her, causing her breath to come in ragged gasps. 
His penis felt like a cookie-cutter slicing its veiny, round shape in the 
soft flesh of her vagina and the thought made her gurgle in agony. Then, she 
seemed to have become numb down there, a dull throbbing pain replacing 
sharp, tearing cuts. The big man began a slow revolving motion with his 
heavy pelvis, grinding his cock tightly up into her naked genitals, 
stretching walls until whining little mewls of growing pleasure began to 
bubble from her rosebud lips. 

Using short, teasing strokes that caused her delicious, spread-eagled body 
to react of its own volition, Sid braced himself above her. The fight had 
gone out of her and what he glanced down at now was a goose-bumped mass of 
sweet young lust-hungry flesh! Isometrically, Sid levered himself upon his 
toes giving himself the power to saw into her with long, probing strokes; 
beneath, his captive squirmed and writhed in response. He dropped his mouth, 
plastered it to hers, giving her a taste of herself, and she slithered her 
tingly tongue between his lips to be sucked, while moans of passion bubbled 
from her chest. Now, unconsciously, she raised her loins up to him, meeting 
him in mid-thrust, his pelvis bone smashing into her belly, their pubic 
curls meshing together. While her mouth opened and closed against his lips, 
her nostrils flared in sensuous surrender. 

Sid noticed the film of sweat beading her forehead beneath the wealth of 
disheveled, entangled golden hair, the way her neck was straining, low hums 
of ecstasy emitting from her very soul against his lips. God, he almost felt 
sorry for her, being married to that dumb young punk who was no match for 
this luscious creature lying beneath him with her naked young cunt grinding 
furiously up against him for more! It must make him feel like a dumb 
sonofabitch to not be able to satisfy her... 

In a burst of motion Sid slid his hands down her sides and beneath the 
smooth rounded spheres of her working buttocks, clutching them lecherously 
in his big hands and feeling them clench and unclench, the satiny flesh warm 
and resilient as it oozed out between his grasping fingers. With a grunt, he 
forced her thighs back further to flower the moist, clasping hole of her 
cunt. 

Kathy rolled her head in ecstasy, the last twinges of pain long gone from 
her desire-filled body, her legs on either side of his cock quivering and 
twitching in wild spasms as her tongue slithered in and out of his mouth, 
while velvety noises of lust gurgled from deep down in her throat. Never in 
her sixteen years on this planet Earth had she known anything to equal this! 
From the sucking of her cunt and rectum, to this very moment with his virile 
cock plunging up into her belly, filling her like some warm thing that had 
crawled deep inside her to remain forever...and she learned that when she 
tensed her thighs, straining the muscles and cords of her neck and back, 
writhing her cunt up tight to him, that the pleasure was enough to make 
stars sprinkle before her eyes! That lying beneath a strange man-her 
rapist-and being fucked against her will could be pleasurable was too much 
responsibility for her super-ego to bear...and so, in defense, she shut out 
those thoughts. 

With an insane, thundering force, Sid drilled into her with long strokes, 
drawing his blue-veined cock nearly out of the tight clasping hole, then 
back into her upraised genitals until his aching balls slapped hard against 
her puckered anus. His strategy of doing all the work well...allowing her to 
make the mental adjustment before getting down to the nitty-gritty of 
cocksucking, ass-fucking and a few other goodies Sid had stored in his ripe 
libido. 

His fifty-two year old cock throbbed with the mounting pressure steaming 
within his hot sac, and his head spun with animalistic lust. He'd reached 
the point of cumming! With his teeth bared, he gaped down at his cock 
slipping smoothly in and out her moist cunt, concentrating on the feel of 
the raw, pink folds her pussy clinging to his furiously hammering shaft of 
the flesh. 

With a bellowing grunt, he increased his fucking and deepened the thrust as 
she writhed insanely beneath him, grinding up and down his cock with wild 
frenzy, her legs jerking, her little toes curling under as she lurched her 
thighs wide and upward. Well, by God...it was well timed! 

"Oh...oh God, oh God, oh God! Har-harder...HARDER!" she squealed in her 
frenzy to grind her buttocks higher to him, trying to rub her marbly 
clitoris against the wiry thatch of pubic hair matting his loins. 

She sensed her womb opening and the mouth of her golden fringed slit gaping 
wider to receive the delicious rape of her genitals. Her tiny hands clutched 
at his broad back, her nails gouging a bloody path down to his flexing 
buttocks. 

Ruthlessly, he pressed his hands behind her knees, yanking them back hard 
until they framed her head on either side. His captive didn't complain. 
Christ, even Myra can hardly take it this way... 

"Ohhhh...ohhhhh...ohhhhhh...! " Kathy began a litany of chants, her lovely 
sixteen year old face screwing up into a wanton mask of passion. The little 
angel had transformed into a she-devil! 

Sid grunted, thrusting hard and deep, hammering his wickedly throbbing cock 
far up into the tender sanctuary beyond her uterus, while Kathy shoved her 
quivering belly up hard to skewer herself frantically onto the stake of hard 
flesh her cunt was trying to suck the life from! She drew his thick and 
musky-tasting tongue hungrily into her mouth, swallowing the droplets of his 
saliva running down it in her wild ecstasy. Her voluptuous sixteen year-old 
body matching his battering plunges with her own pelvic smashing up-thrusts. 
Her firm breasts heaved and quivered below him...then, she convulsed in 
under him and her head began to flail like an epileptic in mid-seizure as a 
wild symptom of mind-shattering, body-exploding bliss! 

"Oh...oh Yesss...Godddd! It's-it's going to happen! I'm going to cum! NOW!" 

Sid's face went tight with lust as he slammed his ballooning cock deep into 
her quaking belly, feeling the hot, white semen amassing war-like within his 
pulsating balls as they beat a steady tattoo against the frantically 
grinding buttocks cheeks. He was ready too...God, was he ready! With harshly 
kneading hands he cupped the widespread cheeks of her ass hard up against 
his ramming pelvis, pounding his spewing cock all the way into her belly! 

A high wail broke from Kathy's chest at the new sweet pain warming her 
insides as the head of his deeply sunk cock suddenly flared into a hugeness 
that threatened to make putty of her insides. It began to spurt! She could 
feel the delicious hot, white liquid shooting into her, sloshing around her 
dilated womb. The very pores of her cuntal walls opened to it, oozing out 
their own juices, spilling her womanly secretions into the already flooded 
hole of her young pussy! 

It was maddeningly beautiful and damningly sinful! Nothing could describe 
the fulfilling sensation! Oh God, this is what it should always be like! 
Always! 

Frantically, she reached beneath her crazily squirming buttocks with both 
hands and began to caress and milk at his huge balls pressed tightly into 
the naked crevice of her buttocks. Her legs jerked out straight, kicking and 
spasming helplessly in the air on either side of him...and the ballooning 
cock continued to spurt and squirt its thick hot jets of seed, overflowing 
her cunt and gushing back out her tightly locked vaginal lips at the base of 
his cock, until it spewed one final gush of the last dregs of his seething 
sperm, draining it. 

The moment the star sprinkled ecstasy ceased, leaving the captive girl 
exhausted and sullied, consciousness turned off as if at the flick of a 
switch. 

Sid Parker fell forward in a resounding slap of naked flesh against naked 
flesh. He felt his hot sperm mix with her still flowing orgasmic juices to 
dribble down the stem of his deflating cock. It wasn't until he lifted 
himself off of her naked body that he realized she had fainted. From the 
force of her orgasm? Easy enough, he thought, to carry her upstairs and 
deposit her in their bedroom. 

Sid glanced down at the passive features of the golden-haired girl. Even 
after his lustful ravaging of her body and spirit, she appeared unsullied, 
untainted. Fleetingly, he wondered if his wife Myra had ever possessed a 
purity equal to this. He doubted it. Some women were born deflowered, and 
his Myra was one such female. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Anger and guilt were equalized partners inside Paul's conscience since his 
romp in the sack with Mrs. Parker. Now, as he sat slumped in the driver's 
seat nosing the silver limousine through the wrought iron gates that 
announced the Parker estate, he experienced a rumbling belly full of remorse 
at his spineless betrayal of his trusting wife. Worse-in chastising himself, 
he had obliquely punished Kathy by acting sullen and playing sick, and most 
unforgivable still, avoiding any physical contact that would temp' 
lovemaking. Damn, instead of asking him questions, she'd fussed devotedly 
over him, and until he could garner the courage to offer up a confession, he 
wouldn't feel right about demanding sex of her. 

It hurt him to have to ignore her inviting caresses in bed. Kathy was such a 
helpless little kitten sometimes, so submissive and unquestioningly devoted. 
Christ, why had he dragged his beautiful sweetheart into this lurid mess? 

He flicked his wrist to check his Timex. Six-thirty-three. Kathy usually 
finished cleaning up the kitchen around five thirty, leaving the cook to run 
the household; he would face the truth square-on. Kathy would 
understand...Kathy always understood. 

* * * 

Kathy regained consciousness in a flood of horrifying thoughts...sick and 
ugly thoughts that involved Sid Parker, but she adamantly refused to 
attribute a thread of reality to them. 

She must have caught a virus, perhaps the same one that weakened her husband 
yesterday. Yet to come to bed nude was totally uncharacteristic of her. 
Slivers of salacious visions of herself lying under the master of the 
mansion, completely naked and whimpering encouragements up into his face 
roiled in her fevered brain. God, she wouldn't have done that. . . 

Yet, there existed a sensation of fulfillment in her womanly parts that she 
couldn't ever remembering having experienced before...The mental blocks of 
her memory rolled aside and Kathy bolted upright in bed to examine herself 
down there between her thighs. Her turned-up nose crinkled when she touched 
the sore, hair-lined lips between her legs, delicately exploring the swollen 
flesh and feeling the creamy moisture still trickling from her vagina. 

Oh dear God! She actually had done that with Sid Parker! She tossed aside 
her sworn fidelity for a cheap, illicit orgy! 

Like an old movie whose familiar dialogue sparks the memory bank of re-runs, 
the lurid details of the afternoon's debaucheries flooded her brain with 
scorching reality and she recalled, too, Sid Parker's offered proof that 
Paul had cheated on her. Those damned television screens . . ! 

Ragged shadows of dying sunlight moved like ghost's fingers over the blonde 
wood vanity. From the corner shadows Kathy's green eyes fell upon the 
blackened screen and instantly she flung herself to the foot of the bed, her 
lithe arms reaching out to flick the knob. She stared in confused abhorrence 
as the screen flickered to life and her wide green eyes locked in traumatic 
fascination as Mrs. Parker's totally naked body became the focal point of 
attention. Spread open lewdly on a bed, her exposed genitals and hips moved 
in an obscene dance, beckoning to a man whose back was turned to Kathy. 

The camera's eye cut off at the neck, but Kathy could tell the man was 
ogling the naked woman before him...and then, she saw the raven-haired 
woman's lips move as her dark eyes seemed to glaze and the man began to yank 
at his clothes! 

The man came fully into the picture and with choking, nauseating dismay, 
Kathy saw that it was her husband, Paul! 

"Oh...no...nooo!" she moaned weakly, watching him shed every stitch, until 
at last he stood nakedly by the bed, his hardened penis thrusting out from 
his lean, muscular torso. Kathy groaned and covered her mouth with her hands 
as she watched Mrs. Parker take her husband's cock in her hand, then lick 
its head before sucking nearly half of it into her mouth. 

A certain numbness of mind and body crept over Kathy as she stared at the 
wicked, heart-breaking scene before her eyes. Dear God, how could he do such 
a thing to her? Her brain repeated that question as she watched through 
scalding eyes her husband cradle himself between Myra Parker's thighs and 
take his penis in his hand and worm it deep into the beautiful older woman's 
receptive cunt. 

"Oh God, oh God, oh God!" whimpered Kathy feeling as if she had been kicked 
in the stomach, groping at the same time for her bathrobe dangling on the 
bed post. She had to get out of here, away from these infernally wicked 
people! There was no sensation inside her body except for a dull, empty pain 
and in blind hysteria she tore open the door latch, ripping a finger-r-ail 
to the quick. 

Let them rape her, let them kill her if they had toshe had to get out of 
there! In her speedy sprint down the stairs she became an aerodynamic streak 
of pink chenille and flying golden hair, little tortured wails of self-pity 
squealing from her chest. 

Behind her, from somewhere on the first floor, the gruff tone of Sid 
Parker's barking orders rumbled in her ears, next to his wife's higher 
pitched but no less insistent demands. 

"For Chrissakes, grab her, Sid!" snapped Myra, shooting a narrow-eyed glance 
at her husband. 

"She's hysterical," said Sid blandly, picking up the evening newspaper again 
and resuming his comfortable slump in the leather recliner. "She won't get 
far." 

"No! No! NOOOOOO!" Kathy's screaming filled the hallway, her cries echoing 
off the walls. Trembling fingers worked at the latch, she flung it open, a 
blast of hot air hitting her in the face. Her scream was louder, more shrill 
this time... 

White fangs dripping with saliva sprang from no where to sink their hungry 
length into the tender young meat of her calf. 

"Aaaiiieeeeeeeee!" She tore out of his grasp, his teeth snipping down on the 
hem of her bathrobe, lithe bodied target, ignoring the chain choking his 
throat. His teeth dripping with female blood were bared in a ferocious 
growl, his lips curled back and rippling. Then a high pitched whistle 
reached his cropped ears and the dog slumped to the ground, his man-eating 
growls tempering to frustrated whimpers. 

* * * 

"Well, if it isn't little Goldy Locks!" A corner of Sam's thin lipped mouth 
curled approvingly at the sight of the lush body spread eagle in the 
hospital bed, each slender ankle and wrist bound tightly in buckled straps. 
Her right calf wore a bandage, and a cotton ball clung to the inside elbow 
of her right arm where the sedative's needle had poked into her vein half an 
hour earlier. 

It was with ripe anticipation that Sam, the matron of Parker's Halfway 
House, paced about the sterile white room on the solitary wing of the ward, 
a room reserved for emergencies and if necessary, putting patients into 
sheets, a treatment to quell hysteria. 

Strips of light angling through the window to play dark and bright stripes 
on the white sheet beneath her gave Kathy a startling hint of her 
depressingly unfamiliar surrounds. Her drugged, blurrily focusing eyes raked 
over the foot of the steel bodied bed to the tips of her toes. A throb ached 
in the back of one leg and issuing a soft moan, she moved her head to the 
side and flexed her knee to draw up the injured leg. When it refused to 
budge, she struggled to raise her head and investigate. Instantly her eyes 
settled on the thin strips of leather tethering each ankle and wrist. 

What . . .Oh, God, NO! Her head sank defeated back on the pillow-less bed. 
The tranquilizer had smoothed the edges of her ragged panic, but the sense 
of urgency was rife within her, predominate as the moment she had foolishly 
dashed for freedom. 

Well, she had done it now...separated herself from Paul. Elephantine tears, 
hot and salty, squirted down her flushed face, a swirl of golden hair 
clinging wetly to her cheek. Two years of living behind bars...Oh, Lord 
she'd go insane from claustrophobic fear! 

And it was her fault...again. In all truth, she couldn't blame her husband 
for committing adultery with Myra Parker...not after her own performance 
with Myra's husband. Her husband like herself, had probably been coerced, 
and instead of waiting to discuss the matter with him in an intelligent, 
adult fashion, she had lost control, thinking only of herself and 
subsequently had worsened the situation. Being together was the only hope 
they had. Now they were prisoners in separate buildings. 

Lord, she had never realized such debasement and cruelty and shame could 
exist. She had run because deep inside she knew she had wanted sex bad 
enough to succumb to Mr. Parker. 

And Paul...what had they done to her dear Paul? Oh, God, she had to get out 
of here! The concentrated terror overcame the imprisoned girl and in a 
dulled, nightmarish stupor, she fell asleep, awakening hours later with a 
strange sense of urgency. 

"About time you came around, Kathy," rasped a low voice. 

Moaning, Kathy slowly turned her Read; squinting, she deciphered the massive 
bulk gf Sam's square-bodied figure from the corner shadows. It was dark 
outside and mercifully, the fugitive light emitted through the meshed glass 
door window could not illuminate the malefic expression on the matron's 
face. 

Seething frustration from unsuccessful disciplinary measures with Trixie had 
rousted a sour temper. The girl had adamantly refused to succumb even after 
numerous whippings and now, after the last screaming episode in the padded 
room down the hall, the matron was beside herself. It would have been so 
easy for Trixie to submit to a few minutes of lesbian sex. Antagonism 
between Trixie and her matron ran dark and deep and it was with a twinge of 
jealousy that Sam had made her decision to sic the big-balled monster after 
the obstreperous girl. 

Jets of air steamed from Sam's flaring nostrils now as still a bit jumpy, 
she camouflaged in her presence in the shadows, awaiting the blonde headed 
caretaker's awakening. The palms of her hands, still hot and swollen from 
the episode in the padded room, squeezed up and down the length of the 
bullwhip, clutching around it to leave damp fingerprints. Her ears prickled 
at the first sound of conscious moaning and, slowly, her uniformed hulk 
emerged from the corner to stand in a thread of light next to the bed. 

"Kathy...? " 

"Hmmmmmm...." The girl struggled to talk, but the words clogged her throat. 
One, then the other green eye opened languorously to settle on the uniformed 
matron beside her. 

Sam's jaws meshed together meaningfully, her dark, flinty eyes roving from 
the tips of blonde curls flailed over creamy shoulders down over the mounds 
of her breasts poking up from under the sheet recklessly tossed over her 
prisoner's naked body. Sam's fingers grabbed a corner and tore it off, all 
subtlety of intention lost as she sucked in her breath sharply and ran her 
smoldering eyes down over the naked strawberry tipped breasts to the tiny 
waist where flaring hips gave way to smoothly tapering thighs stretching 
into delicate ankles. 

Sam licked her lips, then lifted her arm to wipe her mouth, tasting the salt 
of her own perspiration. More beads of sweat were drying on her forehead. It 
had been a heated session in there with Trixie. Down the hall she could hear 
still the gurgled moans of a girl in pain. 

"Please...water.. . " 

A smugly controlled smirk creased Sam's thin lips. "You'll get water, 
honey...but first you gotta learn it pays to be nice to Sammie." 

The large boned woman straightened, a decisive expression setting on her 
face and she stretched out one square hand to touch the silken flesh of 
Kathy's naked arm. A shiver of anticipation whetted by the frustrated 
episode with Trixie trickled from the base of her skull and down the nerve 
center of her back to prickle at her loins, dampening the split crotch of 
her panties. Breath snorted heatedly from her nostrils as that same hand ran 
warmly up Kathy's forearm and over her shoulder, coming to rest at the firm 
up-thrust mound of her right breast, the strong fingers tweaking tauntingly 
at the nipples, already hardened diamond chips. 

Tt pays to be nice to Sam.. . " 

Hands are on my body...squeezing me there...ouch, it hurts...running over my 
stomach...heading down...down to touch my. . . 

"NOOOOOOOO!" The walls absorbed the cry. 

"Calm down, Kathy...Mrs. Parker says you've been a bad girl running away 
like that...Sam can get you out of here," the older woman rasped in a voice 
thick with lust. "You cooperate with me and I'll set you free!" 

Without setting the whip aside Sam's fingers went to work on the buttons of 
her official navy blue uniform worn according to regulation. She slipped off 
the tightly fitting blazer and out of the A-line skirt, then kicked them 
aside with a booted toe and all the while her hand never lost its caressing, 
squeezing contact with Kathy's shivering flesh. 

"God, you're a gorgeous hunk of girl flesh!" rasped Sam standing now in a 
low cupped brassiere below which a roll of stomach bulged above the deeply 
cutting hip hugging waist of her black panties; below where the taut strings 
of her garters stretching to hold up her stockings. Sam ran one hand through 
the short bristle of her butch hair cut. 

""Oh, please...don't hurt me...PAUL!" 

Both hands fell upon her now, running feather light down her flat tummy to 
rummage in the blonde fleece of her pussy curls, one thumb stopping to give 
a polishing rub ot her clitoris, still swollen from the earlier excesses 
with Sid Parker. Then down between her inner thighs the fugitive fingers 
stroked while the sex crazed woman slunk around to the side of the bed, 
lowering her head ominously and blowing hot blasts of air to ripple over the 
sparse pubic curls and send another gush of blood to swell the bud of her 
captive's clitoris. 

Kathy stiffened, her tied down body electrified with unwanted sensations 
that raced up one slender leg to taunt the center of her womanhood and up to 
the breasts before circuiting down to encourage her cuntal lips to trap 
blood there. 

The lips, educated and warm, planted themselves on the creamy split of her 
cunt and fastened there parasitically, greedily sucking up the juices. 

"No...Oh, God, NOOOOO!" Kathy squirmed, fighting against her bonds, but the 
rising spirit within her only served to stoke her tormentor's passion, and 
then Kathy felt the mattress sag as the matron pounced upon it, stationing 
herself between Kathy's svelte thighs. 

"You like that, baby girl? You like Sammie's tongue nibbling at your clit, 
huh?" 

Helplessness, like a disease, weakened Kathy's fear tightened body and she 
ceased her struggling, lying numbly, fighting to blot out the sensations 
coiling throughout her traitorous body. 

"You wanna taste me now, honey?" The hands were fluttering between her legs 
once more as the big woman rolled aside, digging into the playground between 
Kathy's goose-bumped thighs and teasing at the swollen lipped slit. Deftly, 
she reached behind her back and unfastened her brassiere, letting the white 
mammary flesh ooze out, its half dollar sized nipples spiking to hardness 
instantly. Then her back muscles stretched as she reached over the side of 
the bed and picked up her bullwhip. "You want Sammie to sit on your face, 
baby, and cum all over that baby face, huh?" 

Oh...no...oh dear God in Heaven...make her atop! A strangled cry escaped 
Kathy's lips and suddenly a square of light stealing through the door window 
was cut off by the massive frame of the nearly-naked woman straddling up 
along Kathy's slender rib cage, rocking the bed as she kneed her way 
forward. 

Kathy could smell the heat of the woman's excited loins, feel mysteriously, 
too, the brush of her pubic hair against her chin as Sam closed in on her. 
Then, her face tight with passion, Sam reached down to spread further the 
lace of her crotchless panties where flourished a wealth of wiry black pubic 
hair, and implanted the ragged lips of her cunt against Kathy's fear-gaping 
mouth. 

"Suck it, honey, you be good to Sam and Sam'll be good to you, baby.. .just 
suck it. Use your mouth...." Her words sounded soft and cajoling but her 
actions spoke a different language. 

Kathy's torso jolted from the feel of something blunt and inhumanly big 
probing against her naked vagina and squirming her head, desperately 
fighting to dislodge the suffocating weight of the woman's crotch glued to 
her mouth, she felt the instrument slip through the folds of her cunt, 
lubricated by Sid Parker's sperm, and plunged into the heart of her womb. 

"like that, baby?" cooed Sam, hammering the bullwhip handle into her 
prisoner's vagina with a force that sent Kathy's head banging against the 
wall behind her. 

"Mmmmmm...nnnggghh...." Blond curls whipped furiously about her contorted 
face as Kathy flailed her head from side to side in attempt to escape the 
piquant taste of the woman's secretions dribbling honey-thick from her 
vaginal hole. 

"You're going to suck me every day for two years, Kathy...you'll like that, 
won't you?" 

God, the pain was worse than Sid Parker's raping penis; it felt as if a tree 
trunk had been stuffed up her tender womb! Choking on Sam's thick juices, 
Kathy's ovaled mouth opened in a muffled cry and with the next vicious jab 
into her pussy, her jaws snapped shut, her teeth biting into her tormentor's 
ragged cuntal lips, drawing blood. 

"Ahhhhh! YOU BITCH! YOU'LL BE SORRY FOR THAT, YOU STUPID CUNT!" 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Some hello that was, after a long day of indentured servitude to Myra 
Parker, alternately playing chauffeur and gigolo...walking dog-tired and 
knock-kneed into the bedroom to find Kathy gone and the television set 
flicking home-made movies of his blackest secrets, to the background music 
of Myra's lusty cries echoing emptily in the boudoir. 

He had been vacuuming out the limousine when Kathy made her hysterical break 
and ended up dog meat. With sickening recollection he vividly recalled 
seeing Sid Parker's hulkish frame carrying his lithe bodied darling across 
the grounds to the Halfway House for emergency care. That was yesterday and 
still no word on her condition. 

Now, sitting in the kitchen on a stool facing the counter elbow to elbow 
with Louie, the Parker's chef, cracking crabs, Paul felt the pangs of nausea 
gassing in his stomach. He belched, feeling Louie's eyes burning on the back 
of his neck disapprovingly, as the yellow mass of offal slipped through the 
cracked pink shell and through his fingers into the bowl of crab meat. 

She was the cause of his upset stomach...that, that she-wolf with her 
leather underwear and fur rugs and musk perfume, demanding sex of him like 
he was a fuck machine. Drop a quarter in and watch him hump! Well, he'd had 
about enough of this crap, he stormed silently. Furthermore, his name was 
not Edward and he was getting tired of ignoring her slip of the tongue. She 
was nuts, weird, perverted...sick! Gone were the subtleties of filmy 
lingerie. Just this afternoon she had ordered him to tie her up and take his 
belt to her. A woman had to be nuts to want that kind of treatment! 

The Parker's would pay for the pain and separation they had caused these 
country hicks, Paul vowed to himself, jamming down on the crab cracking 
instrument with a force that smashed the leg to shattered bits, flying over 
the kitchen counter. 

Somehow...someway...someday...and soon that would be Sid Parker's head 
splattering his brains! 

* * * 

Myra Parker ambled about the luxurious dressing room naked, Saul's stumpy, 
bowed legs scissoring clumsily to keep up behind her, his flat nose sniffing 
at the perfumed crevice of her buttocks. This afternoon's visit to the 
padded room of the Halfway House was ripe within his moronic consciousness, 
and his bloated penis still ached from stuffing it into the fearfully 
cringing Negro girl's anus while the matron stood by cheering him on. 

Sid frowned owlishly. "Get that monster out of here! It makes my stomach 
upset looking at him." He drew in a deep breath. "Christ, he's slobbering 
all over the furniture!" 

Myra obligingly locked her 'pet' into the bathroom and carrying a Bloody 
Mary in her hand, wore an alluring smile. Dropping onto the fur-upholstered 
bench of her vanity, she turned to cast a sidelong glance at her husband. 
"You haven't mentioned anything about Goldy Locks, dear. You must have been 
terrible to the girl to cause her such panic." 

Sid chuckled. "It was seeing you and her pansy-assed husband in the sack 
together that freaked her out." 

Myra tutted, plucking a lipstick brush from her cosmetic tray. "That 
pansy-assed husband," she corrected, feeling her cunt tickle from the 
lingering feel of his hot penis stuffing her belly," is one hundred percent 
man, and don't you forget it! One of these days," she said in a low aside, 
"the boy will admit he needs me." 

"Huh?" Sid turned from the tie rack where he'd been sifting through his 
collection. 

"Nothing, darling,". She leaned closer to the mirror to draw a dark red line 
about her succulent lips. By the time I'm finished with Edward he'll need me 
so badly he won't know fww to handle a timid little nothing like his wife.. 
. 

"Have you heard from Sam? How many girls is she sending over?" Sid advanced 
toward his wife, knotting his tie as he walked. 

"Candy for one and the black-haired girl...Dottie I think her name is." 

"Don't forget Judge Henderson has a thing for blondes, honey. See if you can 
scare up a third." Sid paused, straightening, taking a long glance at his 
beautiful wife's reflection in the mirror, appreciating her ivory nakedness, 
her firm, ruby tipped breasts. He felt his heavy member lurch between his 
legs at the provocative sight. "You'll take care of that, won't you, 
darling?" 

The minute Sid left the bedroom, his raven-haired wife pushed the intercom 
on the wall telephone and paged Sam at the Halfway House: 

"Send over our little Kathy, Sam, darling...I'd like to have her help me 
dress for the party tonight." 

* * * 

Except for a slight limp, Kathy's leg had mended marvelously, though her 
spirits had sunk well below the horizon of her normally sunny disposition, 
and so it was with a sense of foreboding that she lifted her head to see the 
ominous frame of Sam's mannish figure clogging the doorway to her room. 

"Get dressed, kid...they want you in the mansion." 

"Want...me...in...the Mansion?" 

"That's right." She advanced solidly, bracing one hand against the girl's 
chest and spilling her over onto her back, supine. From the looped belt 
hanging about her bulging waist she pulled a hypodermic syringe which she 
held up before the prisoner's fear slackened face and then jabbed into her 
flopped down arm. The pin prick lasted only a second and then Sam pulled it 
painlessly free. "That's to keep you from pulling another stupid move," she 
warned, turning to move toward the door, then pausing meaningfully, she 
added: "I wouldn't try any fast stuff like you did on me last night...or 
you'll end up dog meat this time for sure." With an evil chuckle, the matron 
slammed the door behind her, its echoing thud reverberating down the hallway 
into infinity. 

She had been bathed and dressed, her shimmering golden locks brushed to a 
shine. Alone in her room now, waiting her chaperone, Kathy pressed her hand 
to her forehead. For the past half hour she had been experiencing a mounting 
of giddy sensations...an almost euphoric sense of floating. When the matron 
came to usher her to the house she had barely felt the solid cobblestones 
beneath her feet; her moroseness had given away to a lightheaded ambivalence 
wherein there was no pain, no memory and best of all...no fear. 

Sam took her through the back yard, under the trellised wisteria and past 
the meshed snow fence behind which Saul, pouting benignly from having been 
turned out of his mistress' luxurious quarters whined pitifully. A little 
shiver traveled up Kathy's spine; somewhere in her drugged consciousness she 
recalled the monster face lurid in detail on the television screen. 

Now, the long shimmering golden hair falling down the girl's back 
highlighted whitely in the moon's glow made the dwarfs groin ache with 
animalish longing and he clawed at the fence, wrapping his stubby fingers 
through the mesh and clinging to the wire-wall like a spider traversing the 
ceiling. 

A knuckle in Kathy's back prodded her along and dumbly she entered the 
kitchen. The world had diluted to a water color wash of dripping forms and 
faces, but the scraggly mouse-colored hair and rugged face of one man stood 
out from the rest. In her drugged daze, Kathy merely stared at him, her wide 
green eyes filling with soft compassion, her mind ever conscious of the need 
to be held and protected. 

"Kathy...my God, Kathy...what have they...? " 

Paul threw down the knife he'd been using to make the radish roses to 
garnish the food trays, his face paling in agony, sharing silently the 
inner-agony she felt. 

"Shuddup, kid and get out of the way. This one's property of Mrs. Parker 
tonight!" Sam stepped in his way, aborting his efforts to grab his wife in 
his arms. 

"Oh, no, you don't! You're not feeding my wife to that...that lionness!" 

Paul felt a pressure on his arm, then against his will he was swung around 
and a flying fist punched into his jaw. When he came to it was to stare at 
an errant carrot peel on the Parker's kitchen floor, a puddle of blood where 
his nose had been. Now and then a shadow of white passed over him as Louie, 
still humming to himself, set zealously about his work...adding parsley 
here, a carrot curl there... 

Paul shook his head, trying to clear his muddied senses. He had to get Kathy 
out of Myra Parker's clasp before she made mince meat of her! 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

While the guests' limousines arrived one by one outside the white columned 
antebellum mansion, the honored Judge Henderson amongst them, Myra Parker 
slipped into a brassiere and garter belt. 

Her nostrils flared excitedly as the warm doeskin leather still softened 
from the exertion of the afternoon's lovemaking with her darling young 
chauffeur, clung tenaciously to the firm mounds of her naked breasts. Next 
she buckled the leather garter belt with its silver spikes into place, a 
feeling of tremendous, powerful dominance suffusing her senses. 

Filmy things, negligees and lace, were perfect for seduction, for 
sweet-talking, for gentle lovemaking...imparting an Aphrodite, apparitional 
affect. But none of those subtleties were on her program tonight. The rich, 
heady animal scent of the leather pliant from this afternoon's wear during 
lovemaking with sweet young Edward made her nostrils flare with lust. 

Tonight she would possess, no...dominate the blonde headed bitch! Snitch her 
out from under Sid's nose and destroy her! 

* * * 

Kathy's chain of thoughts were scrambled as ascending the carpeted 
staircase, chaperoned by the heavily breathing matron, Sid Parker came 
bounding around the corner, an arrogant smile broadening on his handsome 
face. 

"Well, look who's here," he said, his massiveness crowding in around her to 
dwarf her lithe frame. "I didn't realize you were coming to the party...." 

Kathy sensed her own sharp intake of breath at his closeness, and with an 
agile movement she tried to ease around him, but he caught her by the upper 
arm and drew her back, his powerful arms circling her waist, his big hands 
immediately clasping the lush spheres of her buttocks possessively. 

"Stop it!" she spat, struggling in her rage against him. 

Sid chuckled lewdly, arching his eyebrows at Sam. 

"What's the matter, doll, don't you like me anymore? Maybe you need a cock 
rammed up your tight pussy to loosen you up. Come on," he cajoled. "Give Sid 
a kiss like a nice girl. . . " 

Kathy's vehement hatred for this evil creature who had already subjected her 
to horrors of unspeakable shame rose in the form of bitter tears. 
Instinctively, she flexed one knee and slammed it dead-center into the pouch 
of his testicles. 

"Goddamn...ouch, you...little cunt! I'll sic that creature on you, you 
little shit!" 

Not wanting to delay the deliverance of her precious cargo to Mrs. Parker 
door, hoping the mistress of the house would throw a spicy morsel of girl 
flesh her way, Sam quickly skirted the girl down the hall. 

Her head, by the time she reached the Parker's bedroom door, reeled 
buoyantly from the victory of having inflicted a retributive bit of pain 
upon the wicked Sid Parker. She knew that somewhere downstairs Paul was 
seeking her out. Now, separated from his protective arms and her dependence 
upon him, Kathy had only her wit to carry her through. 

Once inside the lavish bedroom, Kathy stopped short, a little gasp emitting 
from her when she saw the ravishing, statuesque creature sitting before her 
vanity wearing a black leather brassiere and matching garter belt with 
silver spikes sticking out like nails heads. Her raven hair was freshly 
brushed, loose and soft about her shoulders, her make up exaggerating her 
sloe eyed beauty...deep blood-red lipstick smeared over her vixen mouth with 
matching red on her toe nails and talons. 

Slowly Myra turned her head to face the youthful beauty of her young lover's 
bride. "Well, come on, dear...don't just stand there." Then directing her 
gaze at Sam, whose smug grin faded at her mistress' orders: "You can go now, 
Sam. We won't be needing you now...." 

"She's got a lot of fight in her," put in Sam hopefully. "Sure you wouldn't 
like me to stick around in case-" The firm set to Myra Parker's jaw spelled 
negative. Turning on her heel, Sam marched out, muttering expletives under 
her breath. 

"Come over by me, darling," said Myra throatily, wild little sensations of 
expectancy beginning to tingle through her loins and belly at her inspired 
intentions. So Edward loved the softness of this woman...there would be no 
softness left when she finished with the bitch! Just howling, ribboned 
flesh! She turned on the fur-covered bench, facing the reluctant girl, 
noting the effects of the opiate she had been given, and perceiving the 
teenager's fixed point of view on her nearly naked loins. Slowly, she stood 
up, her lecherous smile broadening slightly. "Why are you being shy, 
darling...? " she hissed. "Haven't you ever seen a woman naked before?" 

"I...I...yes...of course, but...I wasn't expecting...." stammered Kathy, 
still astonished at the wicked looking attire dressing the goddess-like 
beauty of Myra Parker. The furry vee foresting her pouting pussy mound stood 
out blush-like around the leather strip hugging her hips, below which her 
the shiny leather strips held up her dark stockings. The total image was one 
of an evil, pornographic Halloween witch...so wicked, yet so enticingly 
beautiful that Kathy was left speechless. 

A sensation of delight rippled through Myra at the younger girl's fixed 
stare, and she moved closer to the girl, placing her hands on Kathy's upper 
arms. Td love to see how you look without that smock on...take it off, 
darling...for Myra?" Her long talons plucked an obdurate curl matted to 
Kathy's damp forehead and tucked the wave behind the girl's shell-like ear. 

Whether it was the delicate, warm touch of the vision's hands, the alluring 
fragrance of her musky curvaceousness, or the suggestiveness of her sibilant 
question, Kathy wasn't certain in her drug-confused mind that could perceive 
nothing but the immediate, the tactile. Her thoughts flitted from their 
brooding perch to settle in tiny whispering titillations bursting inside 
her. The closeness of Myra Parker seemed to envelope her and she sensed the 
slender hands on her breasts, causing an ensemble of mixed emotions to 
flutter within her mind and body. She felt as if mesmerized in a state of 
delicious intoxication as the exquisite face moved closer to hers and its 
mouth closed down upon her own, tenderly, moistly, hotly...and with urgency. 

Kathy's own mouth felt strangely soft in response, and she sensed her lips 
being pressed apart by the sweet-tasting tongue, slipping between them into 
her mouth as the statuesque body came hard against her own, its naked 
stomach beginning an intimate undulation. 

"Come now," insisted the voice. "Let's slip off that frock." Instantly the 
hands were at the hem, lifting it over Kathy's head to be tossed in a heap 
on the floor. She stood breathlessly in her bikini panties, her mind a riot 
of confused sensations too jumbled to separate from the electrifying input 
commanding her. 

"You're lovely, darling," cooed Myra in a throaty voice that hissed hotly 
into the girl's ear. "Come lay down on the bed with me, baby. Let me make 
you happy.. . . " 

"I. . .I. . . "Kathy gasped, slipping even further into the cloud of her 
dream world. 

Myra kissed her again and Kathy subconsciously met her tongue with her own 
as she felt the gentle hands caressing her breasts and moving over her body 
eagerly, finally stroking her buttocks and drawing her tightly against the 
naked, satiny loveliness. Then she was being walked backwards toward the bed 
and when the backs of her knees bumped against the mattress, she spilled 
over onto it, Myra's helpful hands assisting her to a comfortable supine 
position. 

"Would you like to see my titties, darling?" Resting her knees, one on 
either side of Kathy's trapped together calves, Myra reared back and 
unhooked the clasp of her leather top, letting the fullness of her 
impossibly firm breasts spill out like a cornucopia of ripe fruit. The 
strawberry nipples hardened before the girl's unblinking eyes. And then with 
her top half naked, Myra collapsed back down on the bed astride her young 
lover, massaging her ivory nakedness against her captive's supple 
body...their nipples touching, their breasts flattening against one 
another's, their thighs meeting as did the soft, silken thatches of black 
and golden pubic curls between their legs. 

Kathy whimpered out a protest. Something was jabbing her painfully in the 
stomach and in her wordless gesture, Myra understood. 

"Oh, that wicked belt! Maybe I should take it off, darling...? " Again, 
rising up on her knees, she unbuckled the garter belt as one would a belt 
and laid it on the bed for future use. Once she had the girl going, she 
would use the belt with full force... 

A sensation of repugnance flittered through Kathy, yet she couldn't seem to 
respond to it. Something horribly fascinating, strangely forbidden and 
terribly confusing was happening to her! And then Myra's soft nakedness was 
cuddling up to her again, possessing her. 

Kathy gasped with the erotic tremor that rippled over her and through her 
struggling, dazed mind, as the woman's lecherously moving hands caressed her 
buttocks, spreading them open to tenderly slip between and stroke her tight 
little anus lewdly. Again Kathy trembled, feeling Myra smooth her hands 
slitheringly down her rounded hips to her tingling, full thighs as she 
crouched between the girl's knees before her and began kissing the sensitive 
warm flesh of her inner thighs, working slowly upward toward the sparsely 
curled lips of her tingling pussy! Drawing the pulsating bud of her 
captive's clitoris into her moistly working mouth for a moment, she opened 
her oral cavern wider to encompass the whole of Kathy's cunt, drawing the 
ragged pussy lips, chewing on the swollen flanges with her compressed lips. 
Slowly she worked her way up the girl's body until they were laying flat 
together, their nipples rubbing together, their pubic curls entwining, while 
Myra's tongue slithered into the girl's mouth. 

Surreptitiously Myra felt under the bed for the leather manacles, and 
finding the pair, drew the girl's slender arms up and over her head and 
lassoed the strap around Kathy's wrist. 

The pressure of the bond gnawing at the chafed flesh where yesterday Sam had 
held her pinned down to the hospital bed sparked a chain of horrors. She 
emerged out of her drugged haze, realizing like a bolt of lightning what was 
happening to her and who the evil vision feasting on her flesh was! Kathy 
gasped out in shame, twisting free of the woman's obscene grasp. 

"What do you think you're doing?" Myra shot up at the scrambling blonde 
girl, her eyes suddenly blazing with denied rage. "Come here, you little 
bitch!" Her red painted talons grabbed the silver studded garter belt and 
dashing toward her victim struggling plaintively with the door latch, let 
the belt sing in the air before gouging into Kathy's soft skinned back. A 
wail of pain bubbled from her lips as the studs blunt tips left red 
imprints. 

But the pain and screaming behind her didn't halt her efforts. For one brief 
and horrible moment reality had penetrated her drugged mind and now as she 
felt the second slap of pain, she jerked open the door and raced in naked 
panic down the hall toward the stairway...and thank God, oh yes, thank God, 
just in time! 

"Oh...oh my God...Judge Henderson...you came to help me!" Kathy cried out, 
clinging to him tightly, totally unaware of Sid Parker's presence...in fact, 
incapable of remembering why she was on the run...and she stared hopefully 
up into Henderson's benign face blankly. 

Judge Henderson let out a carnal, gasping choke of surprise as the naked 
girl with the flowing honey hair and jouncing breasts came running down the 
stairs and threw herself in his arms. 

Grumbling pains still gnawed at Sid's groin and he glared wickedly at 
Kathy's youthfully naked beauty, vengeful retribution seething in his blood. 
"Looks like Myra's had a go at her," he said leeringly."...must be the 
little bitch got out of Myra's grasp which I'm sure chapped her ass raw." 

Again Judge Henderson chuckled as Kathy clung to him with her arms wrapped 
around the neck, and he began to run his big hands over the smoothness of 
her trembling, naked buttocks. "Sure I've come to help you, little girl," he 
offered. "God, what a luscious ripe ass...! " 

"She's so full of downers she's goin' the other direction," chuckled Sid, 
watching covetously his friend's hands work on the firm flesh of Kathy's 
buttocks. The little cunt, and he'd planned to keep her all for 
himself...but now she was going to be taught a lesson. No bitch kicked him 
in the nuts and walked away whistling! 

"Is everybody else upstairs now, Sid?" asked the judge, giving Kathy's 
buttocks an appreciative squeeze. 

The monthly party was given in Judge Henderson's honor, since he had made it 
possible for the Parker's to lawfully administer the Halfway House. He was 
the keeper of the records, the ultimate voice in matters, and during this 
once-a-month Thanksgiving feast of lush, teenage girl flesh the honor of 
drawing up the guest list was entirely his. The majority of the lavishly 
wined and dined attendees were common faces on election posters, some of 
whom brought their wives. 

"Come on, let's take the doll upstairs to the rumpus room to join the 
party," he said, grasping one of Kathy's arms while the judge held to the 
other and they forced her up the stairs. 

In her drugged mental state it was impossible for Kathy to comprehend the 
meaning of this; yet, brief instants of truth pierced the fog...until she 
came to realize that she had been drugged...and worse, that Judge Henderson 
was not her gavel banging Savior! 

What were they going to do to her now? Desperately, she tried to keep her 
wits about her, despite the powerful effects of the numbing dosage they had 
given her, aware as they escorted her that Sid Parker's big hand was thrust 
between her naked buttocks and thighs, his thick finger thrust into her 
moist and dilated vagina, the brazenness of it causing luridly weird 
sensations to race through her belly with every step she took. Beside her 
the Judge was clutching and squeezing one breast, twisting and pinching the 
nipple to add to her unwanted excitement. 

"Oh...ohhhhhhhh...." she whimpered out as Sid began to swirl his thick 
finger inside the frothy passage, hearing both men laugh...then, they were 
stopping before the big oaken doors and Sid was slipping in a key... 

Kathy was hardly prepared for what she saw behind that massive door. The 
smoky haze rising steam-like from the maze of naked bodies engaged in every 
form of coupling and sexual act only faintly registered in her mind as she 
was forced, stumbling to the center of the room and forced down on a fur 
rug, the grunts and moans of sexual laughter deaving in her ears, distant, 
as if from another world. 

Had she been able to analyze her situation, she might have bolted with fear, 
but her torpid brain had regressed under the effects of the opium-based 
sedative to where she responded solely to instincts, and now she realized 
the stimulation between her legs had ceased. She started to sob...and then 
she recognized a face out of that sea of humanity...a male face. It...it was 
Paul and he was lying on his back completely stripped, stretched out on a 
sofa, a fat woman squatting up over his...his hardened thing that she was 
taking up into her vagina...and another, trimmer female standing beside them 
as if waiting for her turn. He looked happy in a restless sort of way and 
that pleased Kathy. 

Other faces came into focus...most of them young girls. Pretty Dottie...and 
the redhead called Candy sitting in a chair with an officious looking man on 
his knees between her widespread thighs, obviously licking her pussy...and 
Dottie with a fat man puffing away as he slaved to plunder his penis into 
her vagina, the expression on both of their faces telling her that they were 
enjoying what she had been denied...! 

"Can I have first choice, Sid?" Kathy heard Judge Henderson question and 
looked up at the two men. Both were now naked, their cocks jutting out 
salaciously from their hairy loins, their heavy balls entirely visible from 
where she sat on the floor below them...and she couldn't resist extending 
her hand up to touch the nearest hairy sac, her instinctive desire ripened 
by the constant taunting of her sexual parts. Though the lesbian incidents 
were gone from her memory, her body remembered well the need that had been 
aroused in it. 

Judge Henderson sucked in his breath when her fingers tenderly touched his 
bloated balls, enticing him to grab hold of his thick cock to stroke it. Sid 
noted the unexpected gesture, too, a jealous surge of lust charging through 
him. The little bitch! "Go ahead, Judge...I'll take what's left." 

"I'm going for the ass," chortled the Judge. 

Their words all sounded like jumbled gobbledygook to Kathy who had reached 
down between her hot thighs to slip a finger through the blonde curls and 
separate her moist cuntal lips, while she continued to finger the obscene 
hairy balls dangling before her nose. God, she could never remember feeling 
this way...if only she could think straight! 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Paul cringed at the fat, wildly excited woman squatting over him, slapping 
her buttery buttocks against his thighs with each lunge on his aching cock, 
her massive breasts hanging and swaying as she struggled toward her climax. 
Was she the third or fourth Weight Watchers candidate who'd crawled 
lustfully on top of him...though none of them had brought him close to 
cumming! He glanced up to see another waiting her turn, fingering herself as 
she watched...but she was more slender, somewhere in her fifties. Hopefully 
she had a cunt tight enough to get him off! 

God Almighty, what had they drugged him with, anyway? Above his right eye he 
could feel the sticky tenacity of the bandage where the dog-faced bull dyke 
had socked him in the eye, aborting his attempts to rescue Kathy from the 
devil herself...Myra Parker! 

He was numbed, right to the toes, but he could still half-way think 
straight, and there was no question but what they had been cleverly 
imprisoned with a horde of nymphos and satyrs who would stop at nothing to 
satisfy their lust! Goddamn, Judge Henderson was right in the middle of it 
all! 

The huge woman worked over him obscenely, her fried-egg breasts making him 
close his eyes to shut off the nauseating sight of her. He strained upwards 
in hope of cumming...and that's when he saw his Kathy in the middle of the 
floor on all fours, Judge Henderson kneeing his way up behind her buttocks, 
his long thick cock in his hand! 

"Down...flat on your belly, little girl," growled Henderson to Kathy who 
finally responded, opening her scissored legs to him. 

He slid his hand along the satiny thigh to the pink slit of her young cunt, 
tracing the hair-fringed separation with a forefinger upward between the 
cheeks of her firm buttocks. He felt the desire swell hotly in his loins as 
he contemplated his actions. 

Kathy swallowed against the dryness of her throat. Her slavish position, and 
vaguely knowing that she must comply to their whims strangely titillating 
her, causing her drugged brain to whirl dervishly with sensual passion. She 
had no idea what he was going to do to her...or make her do to him...she was 
only aware of her lack of control over the sensation ricocheting around her 
belly. She sensed him hovering over her and she squirmed beneath him to the 
excitement of his exploring hands, his teasing fingers that sent little 
tongues of flame along her loins. 

She lay her satin cheek against the soft fur rug and groaned between her 
pearly, clenched teeth. Oh God...his hands...his hands...! Her rounded 
buttocks hollowed and writhed beneath their pudgy, relentless caresses, a 
sudden urgency rippling erotically over her youthful flesh. 

Why was he taunting her? Why didn't he fuck her? She couldn't resist the 
pleasurable thought of his cock slipping into her...! "Ouuchhh!" she hissed 
as she felt his thick finger slide up inside her vagina and she squirmed 
down onto it. 

Judge Henderson gloated from that knowledge that this young thing had no 
idea what he intended to do to her...nor had she the mental ability or 
physical power to resist. She was his he thought sadistically! 

Kathy, her bottom churning beneath his hands while others had gathered in a 
circle around them to watch, made no effort to fight against the lewd urges 
racing uncontrollably through her lust-incited body. Oh, why didn't he fuck 
her? Instead, his thick middle finger rammed into her vagina and she froze 
momentarily, catching her breath when the sensations sent her skyrocketing 
through space! 

She pleaded back at him. "Oh, please do it to me!" she whimpered, trying to 
twist her neck so that she could watch his hands work maddeningly back there 
between her widespread legs. 

"Do what, baby?" he taunted, grinning down triumphantly at her glassy eyes 
fastened to his throbbing, thick cock. 

"Ohhhh...fuck me!" she moaned, the words tumbling lewdly from her angelic 
mouth. "Please...please fuck me now...? " 

Henderson began to laugh as he looked up at the salaciously twisted face of 
Sid Parker who stood caressing his own burgeoning penis. 

"Well, get at it," Sid snapped sourly, "before I grab first choice." 

Henderson, sensing the irritation in Parker's tone, stared down at the 
helplessly trembling back, a thin line of sweat forming on his upper lip. 
"Lift up your ass, baby!" he bellowed. 

Kathy realized the order and reacted without hesitation, arching her 
buttocks higher, feeling his hands on her hips to guide her to her knees, 
manipulating her to his own satisfaction, until she was entirely raised 
before him, high and obscenely spread open. She felt the weakness and 
trembling in her legs and wished in her drugged mind that he would hurry up 
and take her. 

With slow deliberation, the judge moved judiciously in behind her, spreading 
her thighs wider with his knees, his thick, pulsating cock heaving lustfully 
as it pointed itself toward the tiny pinkish ring of her anus so lusciously 
displayed to him between the full spheres of her voluptuous young ass. 
Abruptly, he inched backwards once more, then leaned forward, probing his 
saliva dampened tongue upward from the edges of her cunt lips, along the 
crevice of her puckered rectum where he tried to penetrate with his tongue 
tip, but the sphincter was too snug, and instead, he settled for lubricating 
it. 

He reared up, sliding in close, taunting her cunt with the violently 
pulsating head of his cock. Her loud audible whimpers filling the toom from 
the tip snaking between her wide splayed cunt lips and the teasing of her 
clitoris before their nakedly watching audience. 

With mewling whimpers, Kathy began to undulate her buttocks back at him, her 
moist, quivering cunt searching desperately for the pleasure of his cock, 
but Henderson raised the heavy shaft until its dribbling eye leveled with 
her hairless, puckered little anus that glistened beneath the thin, film of 
moisture coating her genital area in a lusty glaze. He might have better 
prepared it with his finger, stretching it, but the Judge had his own means 
of carrying out a sentence...especially to lying little diamond thieves! 

He doubted Kathy realized he was penetrating her asshole at first try, and 
then she must have sensed the bluntness prodding and working against her 
tightly clenched anus. She would protest that he was too big...they all did 
at first. He grinned sadistically as he wormed the tip of it into the snugly 
resisting little mouth. He could feel his foreskin being stretched back 
against his cockshaft painfully, and he gave a quick hip thrusting stab 
until it worked its way into her desperately cringing rectum, until he had 
popped inside beyond the elastic barrier of the now futilely clutching ring 
of her sphincter muscle. 

It was a full ten seconds of shattering, unexpected pain before Kathy 
realized that his thick, long cock was grinding its way up into her tiny 
naked anal hole brutally...whipping her breath away until she choked on the 
scream that raised in her throat...her brain reeling in sudden panic...and 
then, abruptly, it felt as if a tree trunk was trying to burst into her body 
through her virginal back passage! She struggled to pull away, but he held 
vise-like to her hips, while the agonizing penetration became a red mist of 
pain before her fluttering eyelids. 

"AAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH! NOOOOOO...STOP...STOP! IT HURTS...BAD!" 

Judge Henderson leered excitedly. Of course it hurt, the stupid little cunt! 
It was supposed to hurt! He held her in a bear hug, ramming and thrusting 
delightedly! 

"Oh God, please...please...I beg you...stop, please! It's too big! You're 
killing me!" the nakedly kneeling young wife screamed back at him through 
gnashing teeth, while her audience looked on in excited fascination at the 
sadistically obscene spectacle of his long, heavy cock worming its way 
deeper and deeper into her salaciously stretched back passage, carnally 
intoxicated by his imprisonment of the diamond thief...his thighs thrusting 
hers forward, his clenching pudgy hands slipping her lushly spread young 
buttocks onto his viciously impaling cock! 

Oh God...it's paralyzing me! I can't move! I can't think . . .Oh God.. . 

"Shove back, bitch!" the judge spat down mercilessly at her nakedly bending 
back. "Do it! Shove your ass back before I take a belt to you!" 

In her agony, Kathy was incapable of thinking, but somehow she knew that to 
disobey would only mean further torture. Every way was pain, pain, pain! 
Yet, she did it...she pushed back, subconsciously trying to open her asshole 
that final inch out of abject fear. Again the crucifying image of the tree 
trunk thrusting into her tiny anal hole stretching her buttocks wider and 
wider apart until she knew it would split her open...but then...feeling a 
buttock flattening pressure back there, she knew it was done...his cruel, 
thick and brutal cock tunneled completely up into her wide stretched bowels, 
solid and extremely painful...but finally better for there was no more of it 
to take... 

"Ohhh...ohhh," she gasped, not daring to move for fear the excruciating 
torment would tear her wide open like a slaughtered pig. S-O-D-O-M-Y! The 
word sizzled in her brain in fiery red letters. Again she gasped, but this 
time for breath as the Judge remained immobile, giving his prisoner's anus 
time to become adjusted to this perverted burden...this rigid ever-growing 
length of bloated flesh that packed her full! And this was the man she had 
trusted a short time ago! 

Then all thought was whipped away as she heard him croon with delight, 
gasping as he began to fuck rhythmically and without the slightest mercy 
deep into the soft, rubbery walls of her rectum. 

Judge Henderson groaned lustfully from the buttery sensation of her soft 
flesh pressing tightly around his penis. He slid his hand down underneath 
and between her thighs to her opened cuntal slit. He could feel the moisture 
from the smooth lips seeping out to cover the pubic fleece brushing 
teasingly against his semen filled balls as they swung loosely down between 
her legs. His beady eyes locked on his hardened cock disappearing between 
the tight mouth between the quivering young mounds of her buttocks. He 
grunted again and drew it out slightly, watching with sadistic glee the 
tender pink flesh pulling out with it and then disappearing back inside with 
his inward jerking thrust. His breathing stretched into long rasps, incited 
by the carnal sight, until once again he began plundering into her private 
depths in a slow tempoed cadence...in and out, in and out, deep up into the 
hot clasping channel of her virgin-stretched rectum! 

Kathy dug her nails into her palms, bit at her lower lips until she drew 
blood, and was dazedly surprised when the pain began to subside into a dull 
throb, a certain thread of arousal seeming to weave its way back through her 
tormented young body...although it was still a weird combination of pain and 
pleasure. She felt damp between her buttocks and horribly degraded, aware 
now of the ring of lewdly contorted face and naked bodies circling 
them...and someplace amongst them was her own husband...her own darling 
Paul...oh God, how he must loathe her now! 

Oh...if only she could think straight, but each time she tried to 
concentrate her thoughts were shattered by a skin-splitting thrust that 
jolted her forward...until abruptly she realized that her body was 
voluntarily shoving back against every ramming plunge...thrusting and 
grinding back onto his fiery cock meting out the punishment of her 
custody...aware of a new masochistic pleasure that was rapidly growing 
within her! The pain had become almost insanely erotic, and she was heaving 
backwards to meet the forward charge of his rearing loins...undulating her 
hips and moving her buttocks in tiny circles! 

Unfathomable excitement surged through her, until she found herself wanting 
his huge organ buried deeper and harder up her voluntarily accepting 
asshole, and she reached back between her glazed thighs to scratch gently at 
his swinging balls, turning her face to one side so he could see the effect 
his sodomizing cock was having on her now! 

* * * 

Paul's lust-fired, drugged mind had pulverized into a foggy cloud. Christ, 
he knew he would lose his mind before the night was over! No man could 
endure an endless stream of middle-aged nymphomaniacs fighting with one 
another over the possession of this throbbing, painful cock. One had been 
kind enough to suck him off while Dottie from the House sucked her 
cunt...and another had taken his undeflatable hard penis up into her ass, 
working fiendishly while she fingered herself and fucked him to 
completion...but still they came and still his young penis continued to 
satisfy them all! 

But he was willing to suffer through it, if only they would let his Kathy 
out of here! His thinking capacity was strangely distorted, but it was lucid 
enough to know that every man in the room would demand his turn in filling 
the wildly squealing blonde girl's rectum with his own boiling seed. And she 
would be helpless against them. God, it made his groin ache just to get a 
glimpse of her tortured girlish features through the circus of flabby arms 
and legs scissoring about him! 

He had nearly lost his life trying to get off the couch to help her, but in 
his stupefied condition he was no match for the group of heavy-weight female 
wrestlers who had pinned him down, laughing gleefully like a swarm of 
overweight harpies as they pawed his genitals and squatted over him to be 
fucked and sucked! 

He knew she had to be in agony with the heavy weight champion of ass fucking 
slamming his load into her delicate anus. He painfully craned his neck 
around the hairy genitals of a harpy trying to smash his face into her cunt, 
and saw the rapture on his wife's face!...going wild as she was there on the 
rug within the circle of spectators...some who had dropped down onto the 
floor to participate in their own obscene acts while they watched his 
teenaged wife's performance. She'd been drugged, too...had to have been for 
her to open up like that! That couldn't be his own sweet, moralistic darling 
groveling on the floor! 

Damn, he knew it was all over for them if he didn't figure out a way to get 
Kathy out of there! They would maul her to bits, tear her rectum apart in 
anal rape if he didn't get his act together and quick! And he'd have to 
hurry...Sid Parker was dropping down in front of 

Kathy and holding his filthy cock in his hand...! 

Kneeling above and behind Kathy, Judge Henderson reveled in the sweet, 
ticklish pressure on his prick that at first had been unbearable, and later 
downright delicious as the blonde-haired bitch learned to relax her anal 
muscles, making it better and easier for both of them. Looking up he saw Sid 
Parker kneeling down in front of her flailing head and holding his heavy 
cock, an obscene grin twisting his broad face. 

"Don't mind, do you old boy, if I stick a hunk of meat in her mouth?" Sid 
reached down and caught Kathy by the hair, jerking her head erect, her green 
eyes popping open wide in shock. "Come on, baby, let's show daddy how good 
you are at eating cock!...and I'll forget about you gnashing my nuts...." 

Kathy heard the wave of licentious laughter about her as she stared at the 
heavy penis thrust only inches from her saliva moistened lips. Oddly enough, 
it didn't frighten her as it might have once, nor did the meaning of his 
words and what he expected her to do. The eroticism of the charging cock in 
her hotly accepting bowels had destroyed any measure of moral decency she 
had ever known, and a new maddening excitement and desire to open all of 
herself to subjugation sprang to life within her. 

Slowly, her small hand encircled the husky, rigid flesh and she felt him 
writhe and heard him groan to her touch as she peeled back the foreskin, 
exposing the shiny, naked cock head. Then, a slight smile curling her lips, 
she manipulated the thick outer layer of skin back and forth, fascinated 
with the hot feel of it in her dwarfed hand. She moved her face forward, as 
if magnetized by the phallic wonder, until her lips were but a fraction from 
touching it! She heard him grunt once more, while Judge Henderson filled her 
rectum from behind, spurning her on to suck in her breath and flick out her 
tongue, bringing it into warm and wet contact with the soft, rubbery tip! 
Excitedly she swirled her extended pink tongue around it experimentally, 
while the big man twisted and jerking to her taunting, until her tip finally 
found the little split at the end and wiggled teasingly into it! Kathy 
tasted for the first time the pungent taste of male lubricants and 
immediately her nostrils flared excitedly while her hand smoothed back over 
the shaft to its velvety base then downward to his hairy sac of testicles. 
She drew her nails gently beneath them as she had those slapping down into 
the moistness of her cunt, weighing them in the small palm of her soft, warm 
hand. With the other hand she held his cock, pushing back the foreskin, 
letting the spongy head glide along the length of her moist tongue, sucking 
and struggling to absorb more of it into her mouth. 

Sid Parker slid his thick vengeful penis in and out of her angelic mouth 
with a moist sucking sound, guided by his hand entangled in her blonde 
curls. He watched" the puffing and contracting of her beautiful cheeks as 
she slaved on the end of his cock, while her whole satiny body quivered from 
the powerful jolts of Judge Henderson's ramming cock smashing into her 
tender rectum from behind, his rising sperm aching with pressure as he began 
to shove his prick forward between her receptive lips with a vengeance, his 
evil grin widening with every thrust. 

Kathy's brain reeled in glazed rapture, her body alive with the sensual 
bliss of being fucked in the rectum and fucked in the mouth. She ground her 
trembling buttocks greedily back against the man behind her hairy pelvis and 
felt the tiny rivulets of moisture building in the open crevice between her 
ass cheeks, sensing the dribbling of it down the backs of her inner thighs. 
A mounting pressure in her vagina signaled the need for something to satisfy 
the ticklish need there...! 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

Myra Parker timed her entrance into the rumpus room perfectly, as if her 
watch ticked in unison with the carnal needs roiling inside young Kathy's 
loins! 

In her black leather brassiere and studded garter belt with flecks of 
Kathy's blood drying on the spikes, and wearing a pair of knee-high spike 
heeled boots, she sauntered arrogantly into the room, stepping over flailing 
arms and legs in anticipation of room-wide awe. If her startling aura of 
dominance did not turn heads, certainly the presence of her 'pet' creature 
pulling heatedly at the end of his leash would. 

But tonight her beauty was anti-climactic. The dually impaled young girl in 
the center of the room was clearly the focal point of the orgy...the second 
time that very night the little blonde bitch was slutting herself 
shamelessly on the floor had raised the vile anger inside of Myra. 

Venomously, Myra made her way to the fore front of the spectator's circle 
with Saul jumping up and down eagerly beside her, his dwarfed little hand 
rubbing at the swollen mass of his testicles. It intrigued her to see how 
her guests were paired off, and a ripple of licentious pleasure surged 
through her at the sight of Paul at the mercy of some half-dozen middle-aged 
wives squatting and pawing over his loins like a pack of wolves devouring a 
dead animal carcass. His youthfully lanky body maintained its opiated 
energy, obviously, for his rigid cock stood out obdurately like a hunk of 
frozen meat. 

With a quick glance, she satisfied herself that Dottie and Candy were doing 
their jobs well; both were flat on their backs with their white, shapely 
legs drawn back high as they cradled one after another of the notable 
Georgian congressman and judges between them, humping up to the cocks 
pumping into them. But it was Paul's wife squealing on the rug before her 
that sparked wicked sensation within her. She heard Saul whimper wantonly 
beside her as the demented creature sniffed the excited female smell. 

Vicious thoughts raced through Myra's mind. Damn her beautiful blonde hide! 
She'd wish she'd never been born when this night was over...! She would 
personally see to it that the girl was literally fucked to death! 

And as for Edward...she would force him to fuck her before the glazed eyes 
of his wife...and the blonde bitch would see for herself that Edward was 
hers! As would her husband who was groveling before the bitch's mouth, 
grabbing her blonde head and smashing his cock into her throat. 

Her black hair flung around had her sloe eyes narrowed on the sofa where her 
Edward was swarmed with female nudity. She gave a signal and the group of 
harpies fiendishly ravaging her lover suddenly sprang up from the sofa, 
backing away sheepishly at the sight of the ugly creature slobbering over 
his shirt, his eyes rolling like two tumbling marbles inside his out-sized 
head. 

Her dark gaze was magnetizing and in his drugged stupor Paul recognized the 
threat in those glazed orbs, a message that made his guts knot in agony. His 
befogged eyes returned her glance, spewing hatred up at the woman who was 
destroying his lust-drugged Kathy as well as his own life. His enfeebled 
brain swam and his cock and groin throbbed from overuse. He sat up, nearer 
now to his young, helplessly impaled wife who was obviously out of her mind 
in her drugged, salacious performance. Somehow, someway, he had to get Kathy 
out of there, even if it meant playing the wicked vixen's perverted games of 
lust! 

* * * 

Judge Henderson's balls throbbed and his cock felt as if it were about to 
burst each time he rammed into Kathy, while she moaned around Sid Parker's 
heavy cock fucking into her mouth, adding to his pressure with the insane 
movements of her ass and the hollowing of her back. He couldn't hold out 
much longer! 

Kathy was lost in the roiling passion within her...lost to any sense of her 
surroundings, conscious only of the brutal thrusts pounding from behind into 
the depths of her no-longer virginal rectum, and the naked loins crushing up 
tighter into her passion contorted face. God, she wanted it to explode in 
her mouth...to swallow his cum and feel it dribble down her throat...then 
she sensed it swelling convulsively and sucked as hard as she could, while 
the big man grunted before her. 

The blood buzzing in Kathy's ears shut out the commanding voice of the 
leather-adorned vixen whose boot tip was no less than a foot away from her 
goose-bumped back. Somewhere in her brain a sense of movement and urgency 
registered. Her reality was limited to the hairy pelvis closing in on her 
until she was certain he was trying to drive his cock all the way down her 
throat to meet the one penetrating her far up into her bowels...and so she 
did not feel the compressed body of flesh wriggling on its back to wedge 
between the fur rug and Kathy's melonous, hanging breasts. 

After a short contest of stares with young Edward, Myra Parker, with a 
sluttish smirk had reached down to unleash her 'pet' with the command: "Fuck 
her in the cunt, Saul. Crawl under her belly and shove your cock in her 
pussy...that's a good boy...Mamma'll have a treat for you when you're 
finished...." 

"Oh, my God, not that...." muttered Paul to himself, watching with a 
sickening sense of doom the long red talons of Myra's fierce lingers work at 
the leash. A new sense of power and purpose suffused his lean young body and 
tearing through the fog of confusion he plotted for his Kathy's freedom. He 
felt hot hands grabbing at his body, feminine fingernails raking over his 
hard muscled body in pleading want for more of his seed, but he brushed them 
away with a gesture of annoyance and placed one foot in front of the other, 
closing the tormentous gap between himself and Myra Parker. His eyes burned 
into hers and the vacuous expression, so familiar to him these days, went 
tight with unspent emotion. His throat felt clogged when he opened his mouth 
to speak. 

Oh God...what was that? Kathy tried to reason, feeling a warm blob of naked 
dampened flesh slither under her belly to wedge itself neatly between her 
pussy and breasts, hungry hands squeezing at her breasts while a hot length 
of flesh probed along the dampened slit of her empty pussy to insinuate its 
bulbous length into her crying cunt. Ohhhhh...she whimpered around Sid 
Parker's spasming penis stuffing her mouth. At last...at last the maddening 
tickle in her cunt had found reprieve in the strangely thrusting creature 
beneath her whose face she had yet to see...whose cock she had yet to thank. 
Now she was completely filled, every orifice of her body stuffed with hard 
thrusting, semen heavy cock! Flickers of ecstasy played rocket-like before 
her eyes and it seemed the world had transformed into one wanton pulse of 
sensation! 

Behind her, Judge Henderson had experienced a moment of hesitation as the 
leashed creature was freed and after a few strokes of his cock, slithered 
under the honey-haired harlot to piston his bull-sized cock into her cunt. 
As many times as he'd seen the crowds of naked women part like the Red Sea 
upon this monster's entrance into the rumpus room...only later to scream 
their tits off as one by one in their nymphomania their resistance softened 
and they succumbed to his perverse, animalish sexuality...he couldn't 
accustom himself to the sight of that pathetic being. A beguiling mass 
hysteria of experiencing, of devouring everything in their wake permeated 
these orgies. Perhaps alone in their bedroom any one of these women would 
vomit at the thought of letting this blob of ugly protoplasm that should 
have been aborted penetrate their wombs-but not here. 

Now, the idea of this creature's sexual organ rubbing against his own as 
they shared the girl's genitals, their lubricants and hers dribbling into 
one honey thread to puddle on the fur rug below, began as a thing of 
disgust, quickly dissipating as Sid Parker manning the front of the 
troilistic performance, bellowed out: 

"Oh, Shit!" He sucked in his breath. "Suck it, you hot little cunt! I'm 
cumming!" 

It burst and he swore vilely again, while his cock gushed forth, hot jetting 
streams of the white pungent liquid far back into Kathy's throat, her young 
cheeks ballooning and contracting as she swallowed in quick, hungry little 
gulps, fastening her lips tightly around the jerking organ, not wanting to 
lose the tiniest drop of the male precious sperm...yet, in spite of her 
tightly locked lips, she felt thin rivulets oozing from the corners of her 
mouth as the big man seemed to collapse before her, his shrinking penis 
slithering lifelessly from her still voraciously sucking mouth... 

Below her the feel of hands kneading her breasts, a mysterious mouth chewing 
at her nipples while a stumpy hunk of flesh sawed in and out of her vagina 
slickly, drubbing into her belly with only the thin membrane separating its 
girth from Judge Henderson's filling her bowels. She was getting 
closer...closer...the stars flickering before her eyes were shooting in 
vivid colors now as she swallowed still the creamy mouthful pooling in her 
belly. 

And then she became aware of the violently increasing assault on her 
wide-split rectum, and the orgasmic sensations screaming up inside her 
belly. She undulated her smooth ass against the driving cock, small pleading 
mewls of passion emitting from her throat. The cock in her anus and the cock 
in her cunt screwed into her in unison, slapping her around like a rubber 
ball. 

"Oh, oh, oh!" she chanted, her hips ramming back to meet Judge Henderson's 
and underneath the cock ramming into her pussy bloated ominously and she 
knew that would soon burst too. She could hear her anonymous benefactor 
gurgling and panting beneath her...faster and faster, as he forced her 
thighs so wide with his knees that she was almost flat on the rug...but the 
pain didn't matter...nothing mattered any longer except that she reach her 
climax! It was cumming...cumming! Soon...! SOON! And then she heard the 
judge blurt something unintelligible and felt his loins jerk convulsively 
against the flatness of her upraised buttocks...while in her pussy the penis 
spasmed and jerked. They were cumming...all three at once! 

Kathy whimpered out her pleasure as their loads of hot, swirling sperm 
gushed deeply up into her bowels and vagina and she ground her ass and 
pelvis tight back against him, her cunt nibbling hungrily at the meaty bulk 
filling it, too. 

Kathy hung as if suspended on an imaginary plane of unbelievable bliss. She 
wailed suddenly, her voice slowly dying in a strangled mixture of sob and 
sigh, her beautiful young head twisting from side to side, her long honey 
hair flailing wildly as she began the bowel-wrenching spasms of orgasm, 
screwing her smooth, round buttocks back onto their deflating penises in 
salacious frenzy. 

Across the room, Paul's front teeth nibbled enticingly at the velvety flesh 
of Myra's shoulder, the musky perfume that had once intoxicated him now 
stinging his nostrils like poisonous nerve gas, making him want to retch and 
spit bile of disgust down her satiny back. His nose parted her raven hair as 
he kissed her slender neck, opening the curtain on the lurid spectacle 
taking place in the center of the room...with his dear wife the star 
performer! 

He had watched incredulously as Myra ordered the ugly monster to crawl 
underneath his wife's belly and take her, wishing he had a knife to thrust 
into the hateful woman's guts in retribution! But he must play her game and, 
following the prescribed rules, he struggled with his conscience to voice 
the words: 

"Oh, God, Myra...Jesus I want you.. . . " He could feel her nostrils flare 
hotly on his naked back, drying some of the lust-sheened sweat there, her 
hands squeezing at his naked buttocks already welted by countless other 
female claws. "I want to take you away and fuck you...thrust my cock so far 
up into that gorgeous belly of yours it comes out your mouth!" 

While he mouthed the words he watched his honey-haired bride collapse 
comatosely on the fur rug, her body glazed with male cum and her own, 
too...he noticed with a pang of anguish. Her body was slung over the weight 
of the dwarf who, panting, wriggled his way out from under the satiated body 
to pounce between the flabby thighs of a buxom lady fingering herself 
frenziedly while she watched the couple next to her begin a heady bout of 
anal sex. The woman's hand flew to her mouth at the first glance of the 
ugliness staring her in the face, but the moment the slobbering creature 
dropped to his knees to suck the lubricated lips of her starving cunt, her 
cries took on an impassioned tone. 

From where Paul stood, kneading the compliant moons of Myra Parker's smooth 
buttocks while her fingers raked over his back in a moaning embrace, he 
could see his wife's body shudder convulsively, and he knew that she was in 
agony. Hungry eyes were already feasting on her cum-glazed body, men and 
some women, too, hovering parasitically above her, stroking their genitals 
with savage delight, pupils dilated with lust...allowing for the ritualized 
challenge of who got her first. 

"Mmmmm...baby," Myra was moaning, clutching Paul hotly to her. "You really 
want me, Edward, don't you...after all this time...you really do want me and 
need me...." 

"And love you...." Paul finished for her, hoping that was the word that 
would spring he and Kathy loose. "I want you...I want to possess you...give 
you my child...." Oh, Christ, thought Paul, where the hell are these words 
coming from? 

'Then fuck me...NOW!" 

Reaching up under the resilient leather garment, Paul's fingers, still 
sticky from countless spates of female cum, rummaged in the black forest of 
pubic curls. "I want you alone...come...let's go upstairs! Please...hurry!" 

With one last grimacing glance over his shoulder, Paul's eyes slitted in 
horror as a bald headed man grunted down on his knees and rolled over the 
comatose girl, straddling her slender rib cage with his fat knees and 
wedging his thumbs between her teeth, forced open her mouth and wriggled his 
meaty prick between the girl's cum-encrusted lips. 

The cool air slapped him in the face with a stinging, mind-clearing force 
the moment Paul stepped outside the oak doors, the grunts and groans of 
arduous lovemaking fading in the distance. He scurried her upstairs, half 
racing down the hall and into her bedroom and with mustered verve threw the 
black-haired vixen down on the bed and flinging himself down after her, 
glued his mouth to hers as she had taught him to do and threw himself into 
his role with every ounce of hysteria scorching his brain. 

He licked her lips, her eyes, her ears, her nose in ticklish laps, his 
errant eyes stealing fugitive glances about the room making a quick 
inventory. Above her halo of black hair and to the right he saw a single 
leather manacle carelessly tossed there. A fugitive hand reached out for it 
while he plastered his mouth tightly to her succulent lips, thrusting his 
tongue into her mouth and breaking the warm, moist kiss propitiously. 

"You want me to love you...the way you like, huh? You want me to take you, 
baby...? " A free hand smoothed down over her goose-bumped stomach, its 
middle finger separating the moist folds of her cunt. Christ, he had to give 
it all he had...and fast! Urgently, he grasped the manacle tight in his hand 
while Myra groaned and undulated her hips, grinding down into the mattress 
in raw lust. "Let me tie you up, baby...your Edward wants to tie you up and 
fuck your brains out!" The passionate tone of his voice was no lie, rather 
obliquely stated. He'd love to whip her to ribbons for what she'd done to 
his Kathy...sicing that sick animal onto his lovely wife...! 

"Oh, Edward.. . " moaned Myra half-comatose with lust. Tie me up...beat 
me...hurt me! Fuck me to death," she hissed evilly, releasing her 
possessive, powerful grip on him to fling her lithe arms over her head and 
offer herself up like a martyr to her memories-and she was. 

Fighting against the gnashing ache in his groins from over-stimulation and 
over-indulgence, Paul scrambled up on the bed and clasped the leather strap. 
"I'm going to take you baby like you've never been taken before," he 
promised, the breath hissing from his nostrils in snorts. "Where's the other 
strap...there's got to be more!" 

"Under the bed," gushed Myra, her cheeks flushed with passion, pupils 
dilated with longing. Finally her Edward would prove his love.. .finally, 
after all these years of yearning! 

In seconds Paul had her wrists and ankles bound together to the chains 
attached to the underside of the bed. The ring of mirrors reflecting his 
nudity to infinity at first had a dizzying effect upon his miasmaed mind, 
but he managed to draw himself into a singular being. He had never dealt 
with a sicko like this before and trying to out-guess her motives required a 
very clear mind. 

He took a shot in the dark when he said: "What do you want, Myra...what do 
you want more than anything in the world? What would please you?" Lying down 
between her spread eagled legs staring at eye level with her pubic mound up 
the gentle slope of belly, over the shadow of her nipped in waist...then up 
the hillocks of her breasts, he stared at her succulent lips slowly moving 
to form words. 

For God sakes, hurry up, they're tearing her apart down there! 

"I want to see that blonde woman watch you fuck me...and then I want you to 
tell her that I Myra own you...that I will keep you for the rest of my 
life...forever!" 

A little whimper of relief bubbled from Paul's lips! Weak with insane worry 
and physical exhaustion, he drew in a deep breath. "Get her! You must get 
that blonde woman now so that I can tell her, baby...Christ...I want to hurt 
her...like she's hurt you...." 

That shot in the dark hit the bull's eye! 

"Yes! Yesss! I want to destroy her! I want you to kill her," hissed Myra 
through bared teeth. "The dirty cunt who took you from me...! " 

"Tell me," he muttered, lapping his extended tongue over the quivering 
cuntal lips oozing with juices."...I need a gun...something to destroy her 
with...." He struggled to sound masterful, but he was half crying in his 
efforts. 

Myra's tautly stretched body reared against her bonds, her arching back 
pulling at the leather straps animalishly. "In the desk drawer...there's a 
gun!" She would offer herself up to him, give him whatever he needed to help 
her crucify that bitch! 

Paul bolted to his feet despite her gasps of disappointment and grabbed open 
the desk drawer with a force that sent it flying onto the floor. Amongst the 
debris his fingers wrapped around the cold steel barrel of a .38. He checked 
it for ammunition. It was loaded. He glanced over at Myra's tied-down body 
in the throes of nymphomania, her ass cheeks grinding down into the mattress 
and unintelligible oaths spewing from her mouth. She was drugged, 
too...drugged on her own lust and evil, weakening fast and leaving herself 
vulnerable to memory...again. 

The adrenalin gushing through his body cleared Paul's mind and he flung 
himself at the wall phone, tripping over the vanity stool. He grasped the 
receiver in his hand and pounced onto the bed. "Have her sent up!" he 
demanded, his rugged features scrunched up in hysteria. 

* * * 

Consciousness came up on Kathy in a warm mistiness of confusing sensations. 
She swallowed against a mouthful of acrid cream clogging her throat, the 
sticky, jellied mass slithering down her gullet...somebody tugging at her 
arm...raising her to her feet, tearing other hands off of her buttocks and 
pulling a finger free of her vagina with a wet squelch...poking her, 
prodding her, guiding her upright body through the litter of arms and legs, 
through the oak doors...the echo of doors slamming shut behind her...a blast 
of cool air drying the sweat on her brow giving her strength . . .arms 
releasing her, guiding her up the staircase, her anal passage chafed with 
the effort of placing one foot in front of the other...walking on her own 
strength now...knuckles rapping on the door to a strangely familiar 
room...The arms supporting her gone...the bedroom door opening to stare in 
to the face of...PAUL! 

Languidly she lifted her eyes to Paul's tense, rugged features and read the 
urgency there. Her husband was all wound up like a rubber band ready to 
snap. Then he grasped her shoulders and shook her hard. Kathy blinked her 
eyes dumbly and shook her head. 

This is Paul...he's trying to tell me something... 

"Come on, Kathy...get with it!" he hissed in her ear, "Cover yourself with 
this and let's get out of here! HURRY!" 

A stupid half-stymied grin crossed her face as she wrapped the kimono around 
herself, the silk clinging to her cum-glazed thighs and breasts. As she 
knotted the robe with clumsy fingers her eyes saw through the mat of 
clinging curls the spread-eagled body of Myra Parker squirming and moaning 
on the bed, heard the angry rattle of her chained manacles. 

"You dirty cunt-stealing him from me! I'll kill you!" More screams, more 
kicking and thrashing. "You bastard! You deceiving sonofavitch...you loved 
her...you never loved me!" screeched Myra, making herself heard in the 
dressing room where Paul was scrambling into a pair of Sid Parker's baggy 
pants and fastening it with a necktie for want of a belt. He flung a 
discarded T-shirt rescued from the closet floor over his sweat dampened 
chest and thrust the gun into the gathered waistband. Drawing in his breath, 
his jaws working assiduously while a bead of sweat dribbled down his 
forehead to curl off the tip of his nose. He swiped it and the mucus 
watering from his nose away in a rash gesture. Then with slow deliberation, 
he drew the pistol out of his pants and holding it with both hands, closed 
one eye and aimed between Myra's eyes. He was putting force on the trigger 
when Kathy sprang to his side. 

"Paul! NO! Don't kill her. . . ! " 

He paused a second, then grabbed his wife by the elbow and together they 
darted out the door and down the hallway, the sudden exertion clearing their 
senses. They bolted through the side door, Myra's screams within 
crescendoing to a banshee wail. And then it was Kathy's screams ringing in 
Paul's ears. Out of the corner of his eye the black shadow sprang to life, 
became airborne and sank his fangs into the butterfly sleeve of Kathy's 
kimono! 

With a speed that surprised himself, Paul drew the .38 out of his pants and 
aimed for the growling beast. The shot rang through the air and the animal 
thudded to the ground in a painful whimper. 

They jogged down the cobblestone path heading for the garage, Paul's heels 
catching in the drag of Sid Parker's pants, careening him forward in near 
cart wheels. 

"Hurry...get in...let's get the fuck outta here!" He punched the door handle 
and threw himself in the driver's seat, grabbed the keys from the visor and 
slipped it into the ignition, jammed his foot on the accelerator and gunned 
the silver limousine in reverse. 

The car rocked in a squeal of wheels, spitting gravel. They barreled through 
the gates of the Parker estate and squealed out onto the city street, Paul's 
heart pounding in his temples. 

"Oh, Jesus...oh, Jesus," he muttered as he pulled up to the first stop 
light, his foot jittery on the power brake. "We made it!" He glanced over at 
the stunned beauty beside him and reached down to clasp her cold shaking 
hand in his clammy one. "You wanna go back to Tennessee, honey...? " 

Kathy nodded, her button chin quivering, scalding tears squirting out of her 
luminous green eyes. "I want to go home and start everything all over...." 
she stammered, and then as if the nightmarish unjust imprisonment became 
more real with distance from it she glanced up at her handsome hill country 
husband, her hero, her man. The mature set to his jaw was different and his 
boyish visage was suddenly very masterful, very virile, despite the baggy 
pants pudding in his lap with the silk Gucci tie dangling haphazardly above 
the fly. A tingle of jubilation tremored in the dampened vee of her 
womanhood. 

"Honey...? " her tiny hand crept over the soft wool to the wadded up excess 
hiding the solid stalk of man flesh beneath. "Please don't think 
about...what I did...with those men, okay?" She slunk against his shoulder 
and wiped her nose against his sleeve. "Really...I don't remember...much of 
anything that happened in that room...I...I even who it was who...did it to 
me...." 

Thank God for that! Paul tipped the accelerator and spun through the green 
light. "Give your husband that kind of lovin' and we'll call it even." The 
vision of the ugly, moronic monster thrusting up into his nubil darling was 
a memory he didn't care to hang onto either. 

They would get their just desserts-Myra, Sid and the decrepit judge. At the 
first major city on the other side of the state border they would call the 
police department and hope to read the details of the orgy bust in the 
paper. The news media could be depended upon to throw the muck in the faces 
of politicians journalists won prizes for that. Meanwhile...he'd get his 
reward in bed...and after Myra and Sid Parker's sensual training course that 
should be a sexual gold mine! 


THE END
