Marilynn's Bondage
by Rod Strong


CHAPTER ONE 

Marilynn Mason supposed that she had fallen in love with the house the first 
time she had seen it. It was perched high upon a bluff, and seemed to be 
gazing out at the sea and all of the mysteries that could lie beyond the 
horizon. It was not a new house, and there was something fortress-like about 
it, too. That appealed to her also. Her friends might find out that she and 
the kids were taking their vacation in Malibu, but they would never find the 
house. 

If she had not stumbled upon it by accident, she would, never have found it, 
either. The agent said that it had been vacant for a long time, it was too 
secluded to appeal to the average vacationers. 

"I want a place where the children and I can rest for a few weeks," she had 
said. 

The agent assured her that she would be undisturbed and then he pointed out 
that the grounds were fenced with a locked gate and there was a private 
stretch of secluded beach. 

Marilynn stretched out in her big bed, then sat up. She reached for her 
cigarettes and got one lit. When she drew the smoke deep into her lungs she 
felt better, more alive, somehow. 

The bedside clock told her that it was a few minutes after eight and she 
wondered why the kids weren't already up and in motion. They were moving 
into the beach house today and the moving people would arrive at nine for 
the few things that she wanted to have in the beach house during their stay. 
The kids were determined that the TV had to go along and the stereo and a 
few hundred other things. Fortunately, everything was all packed and ready. 
All she had to do was get up and fix some breakfast and call Lanny at the 
office. 

Poor Lanny. He would hate her, she knew, because the Ames account was 
waiting for her attention. She would have to think up some spectacular 
package designs for him while she loafed. But she would do it. Perhaps she 
would make some sketches and drop them off when she went into town. 

And she was certainly going to have to make some trips into town. She was 
going to have to see a doctor, a really good shrink. There was something 
awfully wrong with her these days and she knew that she needed help. She 
crunched her cigarette out and sat up even straighter. She didn't like to 
think about the things that she would have to tell the doctor. And she knew, 
too, that she could not stop thinking the evil ugly things that were always 
in her mind these days. She was obsessed, she was sure, and she was going to 
need professional help if she was going to exorcise the horrid little demons 
that were alive and thriving within her person. And so illogically, too. 

She had always been strait-laced and rather frigid when it came to sex, and 
that was probably why Loren had run off and left her. She was twenty-four 
and she had married a man much older. But she still had his two kids with 
her and they intended to stay. They loved her and she loved them and they 
were now a happy little family group. But some sort of emotional upheaval 
deep within her person was now tormenting her and torturing her. Night after 
night she was involved in lurid, horrid dreams, and they were all fantasies 
involving sexual excesses and hideous acts that she knew she could never 
actually try. 

But the worst part was that she was having these wild sexual romps with the 
kids in her crazy, sick dreams, utterly depraved and quite corrupt. And she 
knew that that could never happen. They were good kids, handsome kids, and 
that was probably why they showed up in her wild dreams so often. 

She lit another cigarette. As she put her lighter down, the door opened and 
Lori came in to visit, to urge her to get out of bed. She gazed at the 
teenager's lush beauty and suddenly found it hard to breath. Lori sat down 
on the edge of the bed. She helped herself to one of Marilynn's cigarettes 
and Marilynn handed her the lighter. Lori's pretty young face brightened as 
she smiled. She bent over and gave Marilynn a sweet good morning kiss and 
Marilynn shivered. Lori stood up and walked over to the drapes at the 
window. She used the pull to open them and the room was filled with 
sunlight. Lori turned to grin at her and Marilynn felt suffocated again. 

Lori was just thirteen, but like so many others her age she was very 
well-developed, her pert young breasts already straining at the tiny halter 
she was wearing. Her legs were very lovely. She was always bragging, 
laughingly, that she had real sexy legs, but Marilynn knew it was true. Her 
thighs were snowy white and beautifully sculptured. When she moved in her 
hot pants, the crotch material clung and practically showed every tiny fold 
of interesting flesh. Lori was a bombshell and Marilynn was too much aware 
of her and her voluptuous beauty. Lori's pretty oval face was framed by long 
golden hair that peaked above her brow and then slid straight down her back. 
She spent hours caring for her glistening golden tresses. 

Lori flashed her a bright smile as she walked into the private bath. The 
door was wide open and Marilynn tried not to look as Lori peeled her shorts 
down and then sat down on the bowl. She heard the tinkling sound and she 
shivered. Her skin crawled and tingled and then she felt the fierce 
convulsions of orgasm in her loins and she folded her arms across her middle 
and held on for dear life as the monumental sexual frenzy shook her 
violently, cruelly. 

She slid down into her bed when it was over and Lori found her there, 
huddled under the covers. Lori thought that she was being playful, trying 
for another bit of sleep. 

"Oh, no, you don't," Lori said, laughing. "If I gotta get up, you got to get 
up, too. Come on, Marilynn. Up and at 'em." 

Marilynn was still trembling and she could feel the wetness in her crotch 
and on her thighs. She was always so damned liquid when she had an orgasm. 
She wished that she could enjoy the exaggerated pleasures of her climaxes 
without guilt feelings but she knew that she could not. She wasn't even 
rational. Why should Lori turn her on so intensely? It seemed to her that 
Lori's habit of using her facilities for peeing was something that affected 
her too much, and she worried about that. She was sure that she was not at 
all inclined toward lesbianism and then she remembered some of the details 
of her nighttime fantasies and she just didn't know any more. 

Lori was tugging her arm and laughing at her. The creamy smoothness of 
Lori's skin was glorious and she was much too conscious of the young girl's 
near nudity. She had to be by herself and she had to get rid of Lori. 
Quickly. 

"Go in and get Eric up, dear," she said, smiling, but seething. "I'll shower 
and get dressed and then we will get going." 

Lori laughed and nodded. She bent close again and gave Marilynn a quick 
little kiss on the lips. Marilynn shivered. 

"You are so beautiful, dear," Lori said, in a tight little voice. "So very 
lovely. I am so glad that you love us and want us. That's more than we can 
say for our father." 

Lori didn't give her a chance to say anything. 

She turned away and ran out of the bedroom. Marilynn got out of bed, and as 
she felt the smoothness of her nightgown clinging to her svelte body another 
surge of sexual agitation swamped her. She could feel the heavy, seething 
sensations in her firm young breasts and the tiny pink nipples were too 
hard. They felt like they were about to burst and she knew that she needed a 
shower desperately. 

She closed and locked her bedroom door. She stepped out of the rumpled 
nightie, and when she glimpsed the lush beauty of her own nude body in her 
full-length mirror she stood for a time, inspecting, admiring her own 
person. That, too, was something new in her. She was becoming a voluptuary 
and she had no idea why. She put her hands up to squeeze her full, firm 
breasts, and she could feel the swift reaction in her groin. She was so 
sensitive in her breasts. She squeezed her delicate flesh harshly and her 
fingertips crushed the bullet-like nipples and she moaned as the vigorous 
thrills of orgasm leaped and throbbed in her glands. The pleasures were 
excruciating, and she leaned against the wall, too weak, suddenly, to stand. 
She straightened up when it was over and saw the wetness on her inner 
thighs, the tiny droplets clinging to the pale little petals of sensitive 
flesh, and she shivered. She expelled much too much, she knew. 

She was not ignorant, actually, and she had read a great deal lately, trying 
to understand her newfound sensuality and excessive lubricity. She read that 
the female does not expel a discharge, as the male does, when orgasm occurs, 
but she was relieved to learn that many females could expel a constant, 
steady flow of fluids that were thought to be exuded by the Bartholin glands 
and were very much increased when orgasm occurred. She was able to 
understand, then, how she could use her fingers in her dainty slit and keep 
flowing for hours while the juices slithered down her thighs and her legs, 
and dried, wasted and unwanted. She felt a secret sense of wickedness each 
time she gazed at the hairless state of her pelvis and all of its parts. She 
hated hair on her person and used depilatories to keep her body utterly free 
of hair. But she felt that she was a naughty, evil girl, mainly because her 
sexual parts were becoming so important to her. 

She shrugged and went into the bathroom. She showered and chose cool, trim 
clothes for the day, a pair of shorts, a bra and a blouse. She slipped her 
feet into sandals, and when she was sure that she had properly fixed her 
face and her lips she went to join the kids and see about breakfast. 

Eric was already eating a bowl of cereal. Lori was at the sink, her cute 
little rump looking bewitching and alluring as she worked at a pile of 
dishes. She was washing and drying her favorite bowl. 

Marilynn sat down and had some coffee. She smiled as Eric looked at her. He 
was such a good-looking kid, and rather big for fifteen. She liked the way 
he stared at her, and she could see the look in his big blue eyes that 
admired her. He was always telling her how pretty she was. She looked away 
from him as she remembered the things that she had done with him in her 
dreams. She was revolted when she thought of her new sensuality. She had no 
scruples at all in her dreams. But, when she was awake, she was an ice cube. 
A real frigid square. 

Lori said, "I think the movers are here. I'll show them what to take." 

She went off, and Marilynn sat and finished her breakfast in a pleasant, 
companionable silence. Eric was a quiet boy. He spent a lot of time combing 
and tending his long blond hair, and she supposed that he got the habit from 
his father. She had married their father and tried to make a home and a life 
for all of them, but when she couldn't do the things that Loren had 
demanded, he ran off and left the kids with her. She suspected now that he 
had only wanted someone who would take his kids and raise them. Her work 
paid her well and there was lots of money and the kids loved her, so now 
they lived in comfort and harmony. 

All except her. She was the bad one. She was the one who could look at each 
of the kids and hunger for them. She was sick. She needed professional help 
and she needed a rest. 

She intended to get both. 

Lori had taken care of everything, she found, when she went into the living 
room of their big, new house. Lori was outside on the sidewalk, watching the 
moving men load the rest of their precious, indispensable possessions. 
Marilynn saw the way the young moving man was looking at Lori and she knew 
that she could not blame him. Lori was lovely, shapely and inflammatory. She 
liked looking at Lori, herself. 

Eric brought the car around, and she wished that she could let him drive. He 
was always begging her to let him drive, but he was too young. He knew it. 
When she and Lori got in, he slid over and Marilynn went through a quick 
checklist with the kids to make certain that everything supposed to be done 
had been done. 

Then they got onto the freeway and she guided the big, sleek convertible 
while the morning sunlight beamed down, warming them, reminding them that it 
was really a very beautiful day. 

They got to the beach house long before the movers did. In spite of explicit 
directions, the movers got lost, and it was well after lunchtime by the time 
everything was pretty well straightened out. 

Then the kids wanted to hit the beach and swim. 

Marilynn turned down their invitation to join them. She had finally realized 
that she was actually on a vacation and the one thing that she wanted to do 
was take a nap. She told the kids that she might join them later. 

Lori put on her bikini, and when Marilynn looked at the glorious young body, 
so candidly displayed in the skimpy swimsuit, she felt her breathing 
increasing in tempo. Lori's breasts were practically bursting the little 
cups of her halter and their snowy white tops were especially alluring. 
Marilynn said goodbye and stood at the kitchen sink, rinsing the few glasses 
that they had used. She watched the kids as they walked down the wooden 
stairway that led to the beach below. 

She dried her hands when she was finished and then went into the master 
bedroom to finish unpacking her things. The beach house was furnished with 
beds and the usual furniture, including the gas stove and the refrigerator. 
They had only had to bring personal things. She changed the bed, and because 
the broad expanse of taut linen looked so inviting and because she was tired 
anyway, she eased her body down onto it. She was sure that she was entering 
the misty portals of dreamland even before her head touched the pillow. 

Her dreams were vivid and intense and extremely erotic. 

She was in a warm and distant place, a place of green fields and tall trees 
and clear, rippling streams. It was a place of sunshine and flowers and she 
was walking amidst Elysian splendors when she encountered a handsome young 
man and his pretty girl friend. They were naked and the girl's pubic thatch 
was a tuft of dark brown curls while her crowning glory was very blonde. The 
girl smiled at her and she realized that she was naked too, and the girl 
placed her palm against her slit and it was much too wet, much too slippery, 
and she was mortified. The girl was delighted. She kissed Marilynn on the 
mouth, her tongue slipped between her lips, and she was suddenly on fire 
with sexual urges. 

"Do sit down, Marilynn," the blonde girl said. "You are so deliciously 
moist. Do let me feast on your nectar, dear." 

Even in her dream, she could feel her skin prickling and tingling, a quick 
reaction to extreme embarrassment. The girl was not to be thwarted and 
Marilynn did nothing to stop her. She settled down onto a fleecy cloud and 
the girl's delicate palms pushed Marilynn's thighs apart. She tickled the 
tiny petals of sensitive flesh and Marilynn moaned and spilled a brand new 
freshet of her sap. The girl was eager and ardent as she glued her mouth to 
Marilynn's bald flesh. She could feel the darting, flickering tongue 
exploring her innermost depths, and then she was bursting and the girl was 
feasting, nursing like a contented cat. The whole process was delightfully 
pleasurable. 

Marilynn smiled as the young man knelt in front of her. She was on her back, 
her shoulders propped up by unseen pillows, and when he straddled her bosom 
and presented his stiffened organ for the touch of her lips and delicate 
tongue she was eager to taste him, to drain his bulging loins of their 
fruits. She could feel the sleek organ in her mouth, she was tasting the 
free-flowing sap that he was exuding, and she could feel the throbbing, 
squirming excitement in the boy's cock. Then it was spurting and she was 
devouring his strengths in a callous, vicious way. 

And the young girl between her thighs was equally vicious and avid with her 
own loins. Her mind seemed to shift and then the boy was at her loins, 
eating her as expertly as his female partner had done, and she was appalled 
and suddenly turned on cruelly when the girl slid her flowing slit over 
Marilynn's mouth. She hated herself for the eagerness that she exposed. 

She awoke and found that she was drenched with sweat, but the excessive 
moisture between her legs was not sweat. In spite of the fact that she had 
been dreaming, her body had reacted as it should react normally but never 
would. She intended to ask the psychiatrist about that. It seemed shameful 
to her that she could enjoy sex in her dreams but when she tried it in a 
wide-awake state everything in her body seemed to shut itself off. She 
wanted to find out why that should be so. 

She lit a cigarette and listened for sounds in the house. The kids had not 
come back from the beach as yet, and she was glad of that. She slipped into 
the shower and then wandered around the beach house, setting things to 
rights and trying to decide what to feed the kids for their supper. 

They helped her with the decision. Lori had gotten too much sun and Eric was 
tired from swimming too far out in the water. Lori wanted a nap and a shower 
and then she would like it if they could have a wiener roast on the beach. 
Eric was agreeable to that, too, and he even promised to help carry 
everything down to the beach whenever Marilynn asked him to. 

"Would you help me?" Lori asked. Marilynn saw the raw state of Lori's back 
and was instantly eager to help in any way that she could. She went into 
Lori's room with her, and while Lori sprawled on her belly on the clean 
sheets, Marilynn rubbed the burned skin of the young girl's back with one of 
the quick-acting sunburn lotions. Lori sighed and relaxed, and when 
Marilynn's hand slipped and almost encountered the bulge of Lori's breast, 
she felt her skin squirming and she was trembling. 

Lori fell into sleep while Marilynn was rubbing her back, and when she 
realized it Marilynn was glad. She knew that the urge to accidentally touch 
the sweet young breast that Lori was crushing so carelessly was almost 
overwhelming. She shook her head in helpless confusion and then let Lori 
sleep. 

Eric was stretched out on the living room couch and he was asleep, too. He 
had turned the television set on, and she went over and turned it off. She 
glanced at the lean young body on the couch and the big bulge at the crotch 
attracted her gaze. She stood for a time looking at Eric's sexual equipment, 
pretty well outlined in his swim trunks. 

She decided that she would make a quick appointment with a shrink and find 
out why she was so obsessed. She was sure that she was evil and utterly 
depraved. 

She went into her room and shut the door. The telephone had been connected 
and she used it. She had been told about a very capable psychiatrist, a 
woman who had a large practice and treated some of the very successful 
people that she knew. The girl at the other end of the phone promised that 
the doctor would see her for a few minutes at ten the next morning. That was 
the best she could manage on such short notice, the girl said. 

Marilynn felt much better after she made the call. She began getting the 
things together for their wiener roast. When she woke the kids, Eric carried 
most of the things down onto the beach. Lori was helpful but not quite 
awake. 

When Marilynn got into her swimsuit she felt naked, somehow. It was a 
bikini, really quite adequate, but when she saw the startled look of 
admiration in Eric's nice eyes she felt particularly alarmed. He was looking 
at her as though she were a very beautiful young girl and that wasn't right. 
She was twenty-four, an old lady in the boy's eyes, surely. His glance 
paused at her halter and she felt an urge to cringe. Her breasts were firm 
and shaped like entrancing bullets but they were not very large. 

Her hips were well-rounded and her bottom was quite bewitching, if the 
glances she was always getting from her co-workers in the plant meant 
anything. She was always hearing the men tell her that she was a gorgeous 
chick, a lovely gray-eyed blonde with a gorgeous body and an icy heart. She 
liked to hear that she was pretty but she hated being put down because she 
was ice. They should only know what she was really like. 

She felt better after she draped a robe around her shoulders. Lori got some 
towels and her robe and they went down onto the beach: It was a broad 
expanse of smooth sand, a private area, and they could build a bonfire to 
roast their wieners and be sure that no one would invade their privacy. 

It was a soft, clear night and Marilynn was quickly entranced by the 
whispering sounds of the nearby surf. She left the kids to roast their own 
hot dogs while she plunged into the sea and began swimming with powerful, 
stretching strokes. The water closed around her body and it was warm and 
comforting. She floated for a time, gazing up at the stars, and she felt 
close to prayer. She hoped the shrink would be able to help her. And 
quickly. 

The kids came out to join her in the water and later, they spent a very 
pleasant evening on the beach. They were tired out and ready for bed when 
they finally gathered things up and carried them back to the house. 

Marilynn showered in her private bathroom, and when she got into bed she was 
sure that she would sleep the slumber of the exhausted. 

Instead, she had a brand-new series of dreams. 

Like the others, these were erotic and vivid. 

She was in a small country house and there were two handsome young people 
there with her. She was filled with a wild, clamoring desire for sex with 
the very young people, and when she looked at the girl's small, immature 
breasts and their tiny nipples she knew that she was lusting for the girl 
child. The boy was very young, too, but she was handling his hairless 
genitals and the girl was pouting because she wanted to do what Marilynn was 
doing. When Marilynn smiled at her, the young girl slipped into Marilynn's 
arms and they kissed. The boy mounted the young girl and he was screwing her 
frenziedly and savagely and then he was spilling his strengths into the tiny 
well, and when he pulled out of the clenching little mouth his hot young 
juices spattered all over the girl's rump and her thighs and Marilynn moved 
in and began feasting shamelessly upon the juices that the young people had 
spilled. 

The girl was eager for her attentions and the boy began kissing her, 
encouraging her to enjoy him, too. 

And then there were dozens of fine young men with dripping prongs and she 
was licking each to the point of ejaculation and swallowing frantically each 
time a young fountain erupted. She could feel young and eager hands all over 
her body and she was glad they found her desirable. One young man drew her 
down onto a white rug and then they were at her like animals, each of her 
body openings filled with a young cock. She was writhing and twitching in 
horrid torment and her body was responding with great shudders and 
convulsions of pure ecstasy. 

It went on and on and she awoke, finally, drenched with perspiration, and 
her crotch was sopping, too. She sat up and gazed out at the heaving sea 
some distance below her, huddled in a robe, sucking on a cigarette and 
trying for some measure of calm. She glanced at the face of the clock and it 
was a little after four in the morning. She was very tired and much in need 
of sleep, but she was afraid to try falling asleep again. 

There were some sleeping pills, but she was afraid to try one of them. She 
was sure that the medication would free her mind of any restraints and her 
dreams would become more lurid. 

She showered and then walked on the beach while the sun rose up out of the 
sea and touched her with its tentative warmth, and she sat for a time on 
jagged rocks and wept. She was convinced that there was something seriously 
wrong in her head because she was too much obsessed with her own sexuality 
and she had never been very interested in such matters before. 

She wished that she had the nerve to plunge into the sea and swim for a 
while. There was a clean look about the tide, the swirling, surging waves, 
but in spite of the fact that it was a private, secluded beach, she still 
would not attempt to swim in the panties and bra that she wore under her 
robe. She sighed, finally, and when she finished the cigarette that she was 
smoking, she tossed it into the sea, and began climbing the stairway to the 
house. 

She fixed some coffee and then went into Eric's room to see if he was awake. 
He was not. Lori was huddled deep in her bedclothes too, and Marilynn felt 
lonely, abandoned and forlorn. 

She began to think about the things that she would wear when she went into 
town to see the shrink. 

The girl who had talked to her had explained that promptness was very 
essential, so Marilynn made certain that she was in the doctor's waiting 
room fifteen minutes before the appointed time. And it was well that she had 
been so prudent, it seemed. 

A tall, skinny girl with a toothpick figure wanted to talk to her, 
privately, before she saw the doctor. They sat in a small paneled cubicle 
and talked. 

"If Doctor decides to take you on as a patient," the thin girl said, "the 
charges will be fifty dollars for each one-hour session. This first visit is 
presumed to be rather exploratory and the fee for that is ten dollars. If 
you wish to, you may pay the girl at the desk outside before you see 
Doctor." 

Marilynn paid the ten-dollar fee, and then she sat for two hours, waiting. 

Finally she was ushered into a large, comfortable office and a little man 
with a fat belly and an infectious grin sat and talked to her, while she 
huddled, stiff and nervous, in a hard wooden chair in front of the desk. 

The doctor listened to her with a gravity that was decidedly encouraging, 
and she found herself opening up, confessing all. The doctor was not at all 
appalled by the things she told him. 

He smiled at her reassuringly. "You are a very beautiful young woman, a 
healthy young woman; the thoughts and fantasies that you are dealing with 
are quite normal to a very young girl. The young people who live with you 
are very dear to you, you must love them if you want to keep them, and it is 
therefore only natural that a healthy young woman deprived of sexual outlets 
will have sexual fantasies. But do not worry about them. They will go away 
after a while, I'm sure." 

Marilynn left the doctor's office very much relieved. He had spent a great 
deal of time with her, explaining how the mind can seize upon the closest 
love object and engender fantasies of pure sexual depravity, but it was not 
something that she should fear. There was little likelihood that her dreams 
would ever become reality. 

The psychiatrist did advise her to find a boy friend, someone who could help 
her with her emotional problems. He hoped that she would meet a nice young 
man and fall in love. He promised that she would have few if any emotional 
problems thereafter. In a way, she was a bit disappointed when the doctor 
told her that she did not really require his services. Once she was assured 
that she was not a moral leper or a sexual weirdo, she would be much 
improved, he said. 

When she fixed dinner for herself and the kids that night she was actually 
singing as she went about her work. The kids were on the beach and she could 
look out of the kitchen window and see them. Lori was stretched out on a 
blanket while the sun baked her long, lovely legs and the exposed skin of 
belly and shoulders. A narrow band covered the firm, thrusting breasts, and 
when Marilynn felt a quick, shifting queasiness in her loins, she shivered 
and stopped looking out of the window. 

After they had dinner, Marilynn went for a walk. The kids got settled in 
front of the TV set and they were not interested in anything else. 

Marilynn walked on the beach for hours, deliberately trying to tire herself 
so that she would be able to sleep soundly when she finally went to bed. The 
kids had already retired when she got back to the house. She sat in front of 
a dead television set, staring at the dark screen, sipping a cup of hot 
cocoa. 

She decided that she would sleep fine. But, just to be sure, she would take 
a sleeping pill, too. 

It was all a waste. 

She slept for a short time, it seemed, and then she was wide awake, the 
effects of the pill already used up. When she sat up in her bed, she felt 
completely rested and refreshed. There had not been any dreams, and she was 
pleased of that. 

The kitchen clock said that it was ten minutes till four in the morning. She 
got her cigarettes and went outside to sit on the wooden balcony. The moon 
was bright and she could see the silvered, shimmering surface of the sea, 
and that delighted her. She looked around her, and then she heard voices in 
the night. 

She gazed upward and saw that there were some people on a high bluff a few 
hundred feet further up the beach. There was a cove there, she knew, with 
very deep waters. The real estate people had told her about it and advised 
her not to go there. 

She wondered what the young people high up on the bluff were trying to do. 
She could see the front end of an automobile, and it looked like it had 
almost driven off the bluff. Then she realized that the people up there were 
pushing the car off the bluff. She watched, fascinated, appalled, as the car 
slowly slid forward and then arched out into the moonlit night. It seemed to 
her that the car fell with a maddening slowness and was in the air for a 
long time. When it hit the sea there was a loud, gurgling splash and then 
complete silence while the car settled deeper into the sea. 

Marilynn lit a cigarette and sat for a long time, trying to decide why the 
car had been pushed over the cliff. She knew that some young people would do 
things like that for kicks and she hoped that the car was not a good one. 
She hated waste. 

She shook her head and stopped thinking about the car and the young people 
on the bluff. Hunger clamored within her, and she thought she would go 
inside and fix a sandwich for herself. She could bring it out with her if 
she wanted to watch the sea any more. 

The screen door groaned a bit when she pushed it open and went inside. She 
smiled as she realized that the sound would not disturb the kids. A bomb 
would not wake them. She walked through the dark living room, and when she 
stepped into the brightly lit kitchen she got the shock of her life. 

There were three young "strangers sitting at the kitchen table, staring at 
her. 

She stood stock still and stared at them, too. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Marilynn was too astonished to speak at first. The three young people were 
just as surprised as she was, it seemed. There were two young men and a very 
pretty young girl at the table, and something about them frightened 
Marilynn. 

"What the hell are you doing here?" one of the young men asked Marilynn. He 
was big and mean-looking, in spite of his long hair. He terrified her. It 
bothered her to be so easily cowed. 

"I live here," she said. "I rented this place and paid a month's rent in 
advance. What are you doing here?" 

The girl giggled. She turned to look at the mean one and her big brown eyes 
were sparkling with mischievous glints. 

"She paid the rent, Marty," the girl said. "We can't toss her out. She 
already paid." 

"You are the ones who pushed the car off the bluff," Marilynn said. 

"I told you there was somebody watching us from down below," the young man 
with thin features and big glasses said. 

Marty was staring at her. He said, "It doesn't matter. We got to stay here 
for a few days till Doug comes for us. This doll is a real looker, but we 
got to get rid of her. She is just in the way around here now." 

The girl was fiddling with a small portable radio on the kitchen table, and 
when she got a news station she sat back and smiled at the rest of them. 
They listened to the gruesome details of a robbery and brutal murder and the 
young girl kept grinning all the while. 

"Police in Malibu and nearby communities are seeking the brutal killers of 
Mrs. Emma Walker and her housekeeper, Alice Dark. The two women were 
slaughtered by a trio that plundered the house of its treasures. A houseboy 
who survived the bloodbath told police that there were two young men and an 
extremely young girl in jeans and a blouse who entered the house and, after 
finding all of the cash available, beat and tortured the women until they 
revealed the whereabouts of more money and many thousands of dollars worth 
of jewels. The houseboy was viciously beaten too, and left for dead, but he 
will survive. Police are concentrating their efforts in the immediate region 
because roadblocks were set up immediately and there has been no trace of 
the killers." 

The young girl turned to glare at the young man with the weak, sharp 
features and the glasses. "You son of a bitch," she said, "I told you to 
make sure that damned houseboy was dead. I told you, you fuckin' meathead." 

Marilynn was about to protest the girl's language but she stopped before she 
uttered a sound. These people were killers of the worst possible kind and 
she was suddenly sure that she would be killed. Then she thought of the two 
kids asleep in their beds and she lost her reserve. 

"Please," she said, "just let us go. We won't say anything, we won't do 
anything to harm you." 

"We?" Marty said. He looked at the girl. "Babydoll," he said, smiling, "Tipp 
toe around and see who else is here. Don't wake nobody up, just look in on 
'em, kind of." He pulled a gun from his waistband and the girl took it. She 
was smiling as she stood up and started toward the bedrooms. Marilynn ached 
with a quick need to speak, to beg for the kids' safety, but she couldn't 
say a word. 

Marty looked at her and he grinned. "Sit down, lady," he said. "We'll wait 
till Babydoll gets back and then we'll decide what we're going to do about 
you and yours. You see, we expect to hole up here for a few days, till a 
boat comes to take us to Ensenada. We really can't let you go, and we don't 
want you hanging around here, so you got kind of a sad future." 

The young man with the glasses said, "She's awful pretty, Marty. Awful 
pretty." 

"You want to be the one to kill her, Connie?" Marty said", baitingly. "Maybe 
you can make up for the guy you didn't finish off. We'll talk about it. You 
can kill her for us. That way you make amends for your fuckup." 

The girl came back into the kitchen wearing a soft, happy smile. She slid 
into the chair she had been using and grinned at Marty. 

"Two kids," she said. "A boy and a girl. The girl is real pretty and the boy 
is kind of good-looking, too." 

Marty snickered. He lit a cigarette and blew smoke into Babydoll's face. 
"Connie is gonna kill 'em for us. He wants to make up for his fuckup with 
the houseboy. He can kill 'em and we'll dump them into the sea and that is 
that." 

The girl shook her head at Marty. "That's stupid," she said. "This gal is so 
damned pretty and so sleek and nice and refined, the kids must be just like 
her. Soft, pampered. She can cook for us and look after our needs while we 
are here. The kids can help. If they all behave themselves and cooperate, we 
can tie them up and let them live when we go. We don't want to kill any more 
people." 

Marty smiled at the girl. "You didn't talk like that when you were sticking 
that ice pick into them old broads. You were having a ball." 

"That was different," the girl said. "That was business." 

Marilynn was still standing inside the kitchen doorway and she felt weak, 
faint. She swayed and almost fell. 

"Fix us some coffee," Marty said. "There's a pot of water on the stove." 

Marilynn obeyed him wordlessly. She got out cups and as she began spooning 
the coffee crystals into them she could feel the wetness of tears on her 
cheeks. She was frightened, filled with a sense of panic and dread, and she 
knew that she would be sickeningly obedient to any command that she might be 
given. 

She served the coffee and stood watching them as they used sugar and milk. 
The girl was gazing at her with a speculative glance and she was terrified 
by what she could see in the young eyes. The girl was utterly depraved in 
spite of her extreme youth. 

"She's got a beautiful body, I think," Babydoll said. "Of course, I can't be 
sure until she takes that robe off. But let's find out, shall we?" 

The girl giggled and Marty nodded. He sat back and smoked a cigarette that 
dangled from one corner of his mouth. He took out a long, slender knife and 
placed it on the table in front of him. Marilynn stared at the long shining 
blade and shivered. 

"Babydoll wants you should take your clothes off, honey," Marty said. "You 
better hurry because she likes it when you move quick to do what she says. 
Babydoll ain't too nice about things, and if she was to tell me to cut one 
of your tits off and feed it to the fishes, I would surely do just that. 
Now, you move, while you still got all your parts." 

Marilynn could feel the blood rushing to her head and she was sure that she 
was going to faint, but she did not. She opened her robe and Marty gasped as 
he stared at the simple beauty of her nearly nude body. She had a 
transparent bra on and a matching pair of bikini panties. Nothing was really 
concealed. She watched Marty and the one called Connie as they stared at her 
and licked their lips. 

Babydoll stared, too. "You are really something, honey," she said. She 
turned to talk to Marty and Connie. "You got any idea how much fun we can 
have with her and the kids? Man, we gotta spend quite a few days here. She 
can give us all a lot of fun. She's got a shaved cunt, and her tits are 
gorgeous. This is real quality stuff. Real quality." 

"Sure is," Marty said. He reached out and touched Marilynn's nearest thigh. 
He crooked his finger and she stepped closer. His hand went to her crotch 
and his fingers were ruinous with her wispy panties. Then he was sliding his 
fat finger in and out of her depths and she could feel the sap beginning to 
run in her loins. 

Babydoll was watching her. She said, "You won't come out of it a winner, 
honey, because Marty likes to cut things a little, and he'll want to have 
his fun with you, but the kids will be all right if they do just what they 
are told to do. You might as well face it, sweetie, these guys will fuck you 
and the girl in the bed till they can't fuck no more and then you'll suck 
and I expect I'll have some fun with the boy, too, but, like I said, you be 
good and do what you're told to do and you and the kids may stay alive. You 
fuck up and you and the kids get dead. Do you understand, dearie?" 

Marilynn nodded. She was responding to the horrid things that Marty's 
fingers were doing to her most sensitive flesh, and when her orgasm occurred 
they knew it and the girl snickered. 

"She may be quality," she said, "but she comes just like the rest of us. 
We'll have a ball with her." 

Marty took his hand away from her crotch and she almost fell down. They were 
watching her and her silly brain was going crazy, realizing that the 
situation was rivaling anything she had imagined in her most erotic 
fantasies. 

Babydoll, the girl, was hardly more than Lori's age, a scant thirteen, and 
the men were pretty well grown. The big one, the one they called Marty, was 
not quite sane, she suspected, and the others were also mentally fouled up. 
She gathered that they could find a satisfaction in murder and brutality 
that was almost sexual in nature. She was suddenly convinced that she and 
the children would never leave the beach house alive. 

Babydoll sat at the kitchen table sipping a cup of coffee, her eyes dancing 
with an unholy sexual gleam as she looked at Marilynn and enjoyed her 
embarrassed helplessness. Marty was gazing at Marilynn's exposed body and 
she could see that he found her to be extremely appealing. She was too 
terrified to be impressed by Marty's reaction to her nudity. The weak one, 
Connie, was eyeing her bald pubis and she could see that he was ashamed of 
his interest in her genitalia, because when she looked at him he quickly 
looked elsewhere. 

Babydoll said, "Why don't we take her into her bedroom and you guys can fuck 
her silly? 

Connie likes to eat cunt. He really likes it, maybe he will want to go down 
on her for a while." 

Marty grinned at Babydoll. "You get some nice ideas, kiddo," he said. "Maybe 
we can have some fun with this bunch like you say, and when Doug shows up we 
can dispose of 'em." 

The girl, Babydoll, looked at Marilynn and she could see that the child 
hated her, but she could not imagine why. She was not entirely alert, 
really. Her sensibilities had been shocked by the things that Marty had done 
and the certain knowledge that there would be much more to come. She was 
frantic with worry about the kids. Lori was so beautiful, so delicately 
made, so sensitive. She could die at the hands of these pigs, and Eric 
could, too. 

"You heard Marty, honey," Babydoll said. "Let's get you on your bed and the 
boys can have some fun for a while. Now, move." 

Babydoll picked up the long, thin knife that Marty had placed on the table. 
She advanced toward Marilynn with it. Marilynn shivered. She could imagine 
the cold steel slipping into her breasts, into her heart, and she was 
suddenly terrified. She moved like someone in a trance. She noticed that the 
others were on their feet and they were moving into her bedroom, too. 

The bed in her room was a massive four-poster and she had liked it when she 
first saw it, but now she was afraid of it. 

"Connie," Babydoll said, smiling, "there's lots of rope in the stuff we 
stashed in the basement last week. Get some of that and we'll stake Miss 
Rich Bitch out and you boys can have a nice time with her any time it suits 
you." 

Marilynn stood beside the bed, staring at the pretty teenager who seemed to 
be giving all of the orders. She was trembling, she knew, and when Marty 
moved close so that he could push her down onto the bed she collapsed with a 
tiny whimper of fear and protest. Marty got onto the bed with her and she 
could feel the roughness of his clothing against her naked skin. Then he was 
pushing himself into her and she realized that his organ was enormous. He 
tried to kiss her but she twisted her head, trying desperately to avoid that 
indignity. Marty did not pursue the matter. He began handling her breasts 
and then he was hurting her; his huge organ was sliding in and out of her 
body and she was responding with revolting excitement and sexual pleasure, 
too. Her body was alive and seething with sweet, delicious ecstasies and she 
wept because she could not control her reactions. She hated herself because 
of her weakness, her eager and ardent response to sexual stimulation, and 
then she was cresting and coming and Marty was, too. He was shaking and 
plunging like a frightened steer and she felt consciousness leaving her as 
her senses became overwhelmed and the erotic bliss of a massive orgasm 
swamped her, robbed her of strength and intellect and left her a gasping, 
squirming, animal. She hated the big man, Marty, she hated the young girl 
and, most of all, she hated herself. 

She actually felt a twinge of regret when Marty withdrew his large organ and 
she was conscious of a void where it had been. Then she could feel the 
wetness down there, and she was suddenly appalled when Babydoll crept 
between her useless legs and began licking the smooth thighs, the hairless 
crotch. 

Babydoll was animal-like in her avid desire for the juices of love. Marilynn 
was writhing and twisting and turning on the bed, her too-sensitive flesh 
teased and tormented by the girl's flickering, seeking tongue. 

"You lie still now," Marty said. "You let Babydoll have her way or you will 
regret it. Way she's taking to you, maybe you just might live lots longer. 
The way Babydoll is, if she enjoys eating you better than killing you, 
you're in good shape. With Babydoll Newman, it can go either way." 

The girl's tongue was expert and indefatigable and she came a dozen times 
under the nimble, callous stimulation of Babydoll's mouth. Marty was sitting 
on the bed and fondling her breasts, squeezing the nipples, and then he was 
sucking her nipples and hurting her and it all became part-of an orgy and 
erotic bliss. She wept, but she enjoyed the sensations that she could 
experience in such capable hands. 

Babydoll would not stop, and she flaked out for a while. Her senses returned 
at one point and she was aware that Marty and Connie were tying her wrists 
to the bed posts and then her ankles, too, and she allowed them to stuff a 
gag into her mouth. She was too weak, too far out of things to protest. 

She wondered, fleetingly, how the kids slept right on, and then she realized 
that they were not making much noise. She was afraid to cry out or to say 
anything. She was sure that she and the children were very close to death. 
It could happen at any moment. She glanced down at the sleek head between 
her thighs, and because of the girl's extreme youth, probably, she felt that 
she was nursing a baby in her loins. 

The girl was wearing a dirty white blouse and jeans that were much too tight 
for her. She was barefooted and her feet were dirty, and for a moment 
Marilynn wished that the girl would not get onto the clean sheets with her 
dirty feet. It was a silly thought, utterly incongruous at the moment, and 
as she soared again, driven by Babydoll's busy little mouth, she shook 
violently, too stimulated to resist sensation's heartless drives. 

Her mind began to play tricks on her. Time seemed to shift and surge like an 
invisible tide, and she was alert and responsive when Connie was permitted 
to use her. Babydoll slid upward and began kissing Marilynn's mouth, then 
she was licking and sucking the pert young breasts, biting the tiny nipples 
and adding to the riotous sensations already throbbing and leaping in 
Marilynn's body. She was weeping, she knew, and it seemed to her that her 
tears were all a part of the sensual agonies and ecstasies that possessed 
her. She could feel Connie's rigid cock in her depths, and he was trying to 
kiss her face. Babydoll was biting one of her nipples and she knew that 
Marty was caressing her exposed buttocks, and it all became too much to bear 
and she pulsed and throbbed with a brand new orgasm and then slid into the 
misty depths of exaggerated sensations. 

They didn't let her slip away for long. She awoke to find Marty was holding 
her hips up while Babydoll slipped a pillow under her bottom. Her legs were 
spread far apart and she was helpless, not quite alert, hurting and seething 
with sensations of shame and revulsion. 

Then daylight was in the room, giving the scene an atmosphere of garish 
unreality and horror. She was alone for a time, and she could hear the 
others in the kitchen. She could not make out the things that they were 
saying and after a while the voices became a quiet drone some distance away 
from her and she remembered the things that had been done to her and 
wondered if death would have been worse. She rid her mind of that kind of 
thinking very quickly. She hoped that she could be as obedient and obliging 
as might be required of her so that she could spare the kids. She worried 
that Lori might not be able to survive the kind of viciousness that Babydoll 
and her two helpers might force upon her two handsome youngsters. 

Babydoll and the two men were drinking coffee in the kitchen and she heard 
Marty say that he was hungry. He wanted some bacon and eggs and some toast, 
then they would wake up the two kids and see what they looked like out of 
bed. 

"What the hell do we do about the kids?" Marty asked. "We'll have to keep 
our eyes on them all the time. If we just had some fun with them and then 
disposed of 'em, like sensible people would, they wouldn't be any problem. 
Why you want to keep any of these people around is something I can't figure 
out." 

Babydoll said, "Now you know that the one staked out inside is a gorgeous 
creature. You. sure enjoyed yourself with her. Think of all the fun we can 
have with the three of them." 

"You think about it," Marty said, angrily. "I would rather drop them into 
the sea. Afterwards, of course." 

There was silence for a time in the kitchen and Marilynn supposed that they 
were drinking coffee and resting. They all needed a rest after the things 
that they had done to her, she thought. She could feel a soreness in her 
vagina and her entire crotch seemed to be on fire. The lashes that bound her 
to the bedposts were cutting into her delicate flesh, and she stifled a 
whimper of pain as she tried to move and hurt herself. She remembered again, 
with a quick surge of panic, that she was probably going to die anyway. What 
did it matter what they did to her? 

She twisted her head to one side and could see her nude body in the large 
mirror on the bureau. It was a beautiful body, young, firm and quite lovely. 
Perhaps it was altogether fitting and proper that someone should get some 
use out of it. She shivered when she realized that she was not thinking 
rationally, sensibly. She was thinking like a slut. 

"Connie," Babydoll said, "go in and wake up the boy and girl. Get 'em out 
here. Maybe Marty will cheer up if he gets his cock into some nice young 
girl meat. That one in there is even younger than me. Prettier, too, I 
think. But maybe she won't want to be a good girl and we can have some real 
fun with her and her brother." 

Marilynn heard the sounds of Connie getting up and leaving the table. Marty 
shifted in his chair, too, and Babydoll was kissing his mouth and whispering 
words of love while she did it. Marilynn could see them in the mirror. 

A sharp, shrill scream made Marilynn strain against her bonds with a 
suddenness that hurt her. She heard Babydoll giggle. 

"I guess Connie woke the girl up," Babydoll said. "He's such a goddamn 
fiend. I'll bet he shoved his finger into her twat up to the elbow. He makes 
me sick, sometimes." 

"Sure," Marty said. He was kissing Babydoll's throat and lips and had his 
hands inside the soiled blouse, and the girl was writhing and moaning softly 
as his hands thrilled her immature flesh. 

Marilynn turned her head so that she could look into the mirror and see what 
was going on. She saw Lori standing in the doorway, rubbing her eyes. She 
was weeping and her pajamas seemed to be torn and ripped. A moment later, 
Eric came into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes and staring at the strangers, 
and he didn't seem to be awake or alert to what was going on. Marilynn 
realized with a feeling of great surprise that she was weeping. 

She loved the youngsters with a very real affection and she wished that they 
could be elsewhere. She was sure that she and the children would be abused 
shamefully, and then when the invaders had had their fun they would be 
killed. There didn't seem to be any other way out. 

"You kids got to wake up and look at things the way they are," Babydoll 
said. She was standing up and looking at Lori and Eric and she was smiling. 
"We already killed a couple of people and we'll kill you too if you give us 
any trouble. You hear?" 

Marilynn realized that they were going to bring Eric and Lori into her 
bedroom and they would see her naked, staked out like an animal. She wept, 
wishing that she could die or fade away, or disappear in any way. 

And then they were all in her room and she glanced at Eric and saw the 
startled look on his face as he gazed at her nude body. She noticed it when 
his glance slithered away from her breasts and went to her bald pubis. He 
was staring at her most intimate flesh, and when she looked at him he 
flushed but he kept on staring. And then she knew that he liked looking at 
her nakedness and he was sexually aroused. She wriggled as Babydoll sat down 
on the bed and slipped her hand between the parted thighs. Babydoll slid her 
finger into Marilynn's vagina and she squirmed and Babydoll laughed. 

Lori was watching, her eyes big and interested. Marty put his hands on 
Lori's rump, and she got a strange look in her eyes as soon as she felt his 
touch. Connie slid to his knees in front of Lori and pulled the bottom of 
her pajamas from her. Marilynn stared at the sweet perfection of the exposed 
hips and pubis and the tiny petals of coral-tinted flesh. Lori had very 
little hair, and what little there was, was so pallid it seemed to be 
invisible. 

Marty tore the pajama top from Lori's body and they stared at the lush 
beauty of her coral-tipped breasts, unbelieving, impressed by the girl's 
simple beauty. Marilynn was proud of Lori and her gorgeous body. These might 
be swine but they were in the midst of exceptional splendor and they knew 
it. Babydoll moved away from Marilynn and then she was putting her greedy 
little hands on Eric's crotch, her fingers exploring candidly. Eric backed 
away and Babydoll laughed. She stood up then with the long thin knife in her 
hand and touched its sharp point against Eric's throat. She smiled as she 
pressed gently. He stiffened, and when Babydoll opened his pants and dropped 
them to the floor he didn't move. She pushed his shorts down and smiled, 
pleased by the size of Eric's equipment. Marilynn watched, fascinated. Eric 
had a hardon and his organ nestled against his belly, its circumcised head 
glistening in the light. Babydoll cupped her palm beneath the boy's dangling 
balls and Eric gasped as she squeezed. Babydoll put the knife away and 
wrapped her fingers around Eric's noble staff and began moving her hand up 
and down. 

She bent forward, and then Eric's organ was deep in her mouth and she was 
moving her head up and down and Eric made a soft, whimpering sound. Then he 
came and the juice spilled from Babydoll's mouth and she quickly began 
swallowing. Marty was watching her as she devoured Eric and then went right 
on, trying for more. Connie was smothering Lori's crotch with quick, liquid 
kisses, and then his tongue moved out and began flicking and squirming in 
Lori's tiny little slit. Then it was sliding up inside of her and Lori was 
prancing and moaning and gasping. She spilled her sap quickly, her body 
shaking and writhing in the throes of a massive, amazing orgasm. Marilynn 
had had no idea that the two youngsters could be so responsive to 
stimulation, and she was a bit shocked by their quick acceptance of the 
inevitable. She was not too astonished when Babydoll pushed Eric down onto 
the bed and she felt him beside her. 

Babydoll slid her mouth off Eric's huge organ and grinned at him. 

"Honey baby," she said, "climb on Mama and sweeten up that cute little 
honeypot of hers for me. 

Eric looked at Marilynn and shivered. He looked away then and did as he was 
told. Babydoll grasped his stiff organ and guided it into Marilynn's 
slippery little well. Marilynn began to cry again when she felt Eric's organ 
deep within her body. She twisted her head to one side and saw that Marty 
had gotten his huge organ into Lori's little opening and she was prancing 
and panting and groaning as he screwed her standing up. 

Then they were on the floor and Lori's legs were wrapped tight around 
Marty's waist, her heels locked behind his back, and Marilynn could see that 
they were in the throes of ecstasy. Lori was enjoying it all, and the way 
Eric was plunging into her suggested that he was enjoying his use of her. 
She began to respond, and then Eric was pouring his young strengths into her 
depths and she was coming with vicious, active convulsions that cared 
nothing about propriety or what was right or wrong. She wept, overwhelmed by 
her own eager venality. Her body was seething with delicious sensation and 
she could not thwart it or cope with it. She was twisting and turning as 
much as her bonds would let her, and when Babydoll pushed Eric away and 
began feasting in her crotch, she was not even appalled any more. 

Later she watched while Lori was made to suck each of the males, and it 
seemed to her that Lori actually enjoyed being forced to perform such tasks. 
Babydoll made Lori lie down after a while and Eric mounted her. He fucked 
his sister furiously and capably, and Marilynn was ashamed of their eager 
enjoyment of the acts that they were forced to perform. Connie went down on 
Lori, and while he spent a long time eating her Marty made love to Marilynn 
and she got little chance to think about things. 

When the males were exhausted, for the time being, Babydoll suggested some 
lunch. She asked Lori if she could cook, and when Lori said no, Babydoll 
turned to talk to Marilynn. 

"You can cook, can't you?" 

Marilynn said yes. 

"We'll untie you," Babydoll offered. "You behave yourself and do what you're 
told to do and everyone will be all right. You get smart, try to run off, 
and we'll kill the kids first thing we do. Understand?" 

Marilynn agreed to be good. Marty took her bonds off and she sat up and 
rubbed circulation into her wrists and her ankles. She reached for a robe 
and Babydoll shook her head. 

"Forget it," she said. "We'll keep you all naked, just in case. And the boys 
like looking at you. I do too. All of you can walk around without clothes." 

Babydoll reached out and squeezed one of Lori's nipples. 

"This little baby is a real hot pants. She'll love showing off her stuff. 
And we'll all enjoy watching her parading around. Now you all come out into 
the kitchen and we'll get some work out of you." 

There was plenty of food in the house, it seemed. Marilynn had stocked up, 
and Marty and his people had hidden food in the basement when they first 
decided to use the place for a hideout while they waited for a friend to 
come for them with a boat. 

Marilynn fixed a pot of coffee for them first, and Marty and Connie and 
Babydoll sat at the kitchen table sipping their coffee while Babydoll 
listened to news bulletins on a small portable that she had brought with 
her. 

Lori was at the kitchen sink washing dishes, and Eric was helping her. 
Marilynn found her glances going to the very white areas of skin that both 
displayed. She felt dizzy when she gazed at Eric's manly equipment, and she 
noticed that Lori was stealing frequent glances at Eric's stuff. He noticed, 
too, and then his cock was stiff and fiercely erect against his belly. He 
went on with his work, his face flushed with embarrassment and a probable 
sense of shame. 

Marilynn began fixing some steaks as Babydoll watched her, smiling at her. 
She could see the lust in the young girl's eyes as she looked at Eric's 
stiff cock and Lori's delicately fashioned sexual organs, and she was sure 
that they would be lucky if they could survive their time with the killers. 

"We're gonna have to take turns sleeping," Marty said. He was sipping his 
coffee, smoking a cigarette and trying to figure things out. 

Babydoll snickered. "No way," she said. "By the time we are ready for sleep, 
our friends here won't be able to do anything else but sleep. Just to make 
sure, we can tie 'em up." 

Connie was not too happy about that arrangement. 

"Use 'em and lose 'em," he said. "We can fuck 'em till we get tired and then 
put 'em to sleep permanent. That way we don't worry about a damned thing." 

Marty stared at Connie, and the thin little man cringed. 

"What the hell we do with them after that? You want to bury them? We sure as 
hell couldn't keep 'em around. Dead bodies stink." 

Babydoll was fiddling with the radio dial. She got a news commentator who 
was discussing her and the others. 

"These killers are well known to police across the country," the announcer 
said. "Babydoll Newman, the thirteen-year-old girl who has killed several 
people since her escape from a house of correction in New England, is said 
to be particularly vicious. Each time she has killed, she has mutilated her 
victim. Marty Adams, the so-called leader of the pack, is another mad dog, 
the authorities say, eager to hurt, to inflict butchery on his hapless 
victims. Connie Chamberlain is a mild-mannered man, but when he can murder 
and maim without fear of reprisal he has been known to perform some rather 
bizarre butchery. Some authorities believe that this trio is probably the 
most vicious group of killers yet to be pursued across this nation. 

"Not too much is known of their activities in California, but their robbery 
and murder of a young couple in Bakersfield a week ago alerted the whole 
state law enforcement structure, and much has been learned about this trio 
since. 

"They have been riding in a late model Oldsmobile, a tan sedan, and it is 
believed that this vehicle was still being used by them when they stopped at 
the palatial home of Mrs. Emma Walker in Pacific Palisades. There they 
robbed and murdered and acquired loot now estimated to be as much as a 
quarter of a million dollars in value. No trace of the car or its occupants 
has been seen since they left the mansion. The houseboy, badly beaten by the 
trio, survived and was able to furnish police with much information. 

"Motorists and private citizens are asked to be on the alert for this trio 
and their car. But it must be pointed out that they are armed and dangerous, 
and citizens are warned not to attempt apprehending them. If you think you 
know where they are, call your nearest police station." 

That was all for the time being. Babydoll was grinning as she looked at 
Marty and Connie. 

"We're famous," she said. "And rich, too. That's awful nice of them to let 
us know how much we stole. I told you guys it would pay us to follow that 
old chick home from the supermarket. I just had a hunch. She sort of looked 
like money to me." 

Marty lit a cigarette. He put the match in the ashtray, and when Babydoll 
slid onto his lap he began kissing her. He put his hands on the plump, 
immature breasts and Connie stared at the two of them with a sad, sick look. 

"You promised," he said petulantly. "Babydoll is my girl, Marty. You 
promised you wouldn't fool around." 

Marty laughed. He kissed Babydoll on the mouth and she began making soft, 
moaning sounds of utter bliss. 

"Of course she's your girl," Marty said when Babydoll took her mouth away. 
"You ask her about it." 

Babydoll twisted to stare at Connie. She had a mean, threatening look on her 
face. 

"Fuck off, baby," she told Connie. "I'm Marty's girl now." 

Connie stared at her, and there was pure agony in his eyes. He seemed about 
to say something, but he shook his head and turned away. Babydoll went back 
to her preoccupation with Marty's mouth. 

"You been doin' a lot," Marty told her, "but when you going to get out of 
them damned pants of yours? You got a nice shape, too. I kinda like looking 
at it." 

Babydoll snickered. "That ain't all you like to do with it. You like to do 
lots of cute little tricks." 

"Sure do," Marty said. "You want me to keep on fucking them other girls when 
I got you around, baby?" 

Babydoll put her face into the side of his neck. 

"I only want to take a shower and make myself pretty for you," Babydoll said 
softly. "I want to be sweet-smelling and beautiful for you, Marty." 

As Marilynn listened she was sickened, almost ready to let them kill her. At 
least there would be dignity in death. 

"Lunch is ready," she said. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Eric knew that he was very young and much too quiet to be popular with 
girls. He liked to watch Lori whenever she was around the house, mainly 
because she was so very beautiful and he would get himself steamed up and 
then beat his meat like crazy. Sometimes he was sure that she did things 
deliberately just to get him turned on. In some ways, Lori was a mean little 
bitch and he hated her, and then there were other times when he just sat and 
watched her, drinking in the beauty of her body while his loins squirmed and 
often burst. 

He liked to look at Marilynn, too. She had been so good to him and Lori that 
it felt like he was committing a sacrilege whenever he looked at her with 
lusting senses. Still, she was so damned beautiful, especially when she was 
all dolled up, or in a bikini, that he just couldn't contain himself. He 
would often lie awake at night, dreaming of making it with Lori or Marilynn, 
and in the morning's he would feel ashamed and downright disgusted with 
himself. 

Now he couldn't quite remember when things had changed for him. It had been 
a Saturday morning, he recalled. Marilynn had gone in to the office because 
she had been working on a package design for a new shave cream and they were 
all very excited about what she had dreamed up. Marilynn was very clever 
about things, always putting junk into lovely packages or fancy bottles so 
that it would sell. She was always pleased when they would give her a nice 
fat bonus check because one of her designs had made the product move 
spectacularly, and she would spend the money on him and Lori. She loved them 
deeply and they loved her. He had never felt sorry about it when their 
father had taken off. 

Marilynn supposed that their father had taken off with another woman. He 
didn't tell her, he probably would never tell her, but their old man had 
been gay and he ran off with a nice-looking blond-haired boy. 

He resolved that he would never tell Marilynn about the things that his 
father had done to him. It had started when he was eight and he had slept in 
the same bed with his father. He sort of liked it when Loren, his father, 
sucked on his organ and he would almost faint when the nice, delicious pain 
would start in his loins. 

And then he was persuaded to suck on Loren's organ and he would do that to 
his father every night before they slept, and he got so that he enjoyed 
doing it. When his father sucked his little cock he made believe that it was 
Lori doing it to him, and then when Marilynn came into their life he made 
believe that she was doing it to him. That furnished him with thrills of 
unbelievable ecstasy for a long time. 

Then it all changed on that one Saturday morning when he and Lori were home 
alone and cleaning up the house. She was wearing a short skirt and a blouse 
and he was pretty sure that she didn't wear a bra underneath it. Her boobs 
were not block-busters yet, but they were pretty big for a young girl. They 
were always pushing against her blouses in a way that gave him a hardon 
every time he looked. 

He was looking at her this Saturday morning and she was watching him. She 
had a funny little smile on her lips and she looked to be real pretty and 
happy, and he was sure that she liked him. He was wearing his Levi's, and 
she kept looking at the big bulge at his crotch and acting in an unusual 
way. He couldn't quite define the differences in her, but he did notice that 
her face was flushed and her eyes were flitting around and then zeroing in 
on his crotch. 

She was dusting a table right in front of him, and she bent 'way over and 
her dress hiked up and he could see that she was not wearing any pants. He 
stared at the thin cleft of flesh that she was displaying. She straightened 
up with a startled look on her face. She turned to stare at him and sort of 
giggled. 

"Ooops," she said. "I guess I shouldn't have done that." 

He didn't say anything. Actually seeing her sexual crease had affected him 
profoundly, and his stiff organ and crawling balls turned off his intellect 
and he just looked at her with a hungry, wanting look. 

She persisted. "You saw everything, didn't you?" she said, petulantly. "You 
sure looked, too, I know. You're always looking." 

He found his tongue and he spoke with reasonable logic. "I'm sorry, Lori," 
he said. "You are so pretty. I just couldn't help myself. I had to look. I'm 
a boy." 

She smiled at him and stared right at his big bulge. She could see the way 
his pole was standing straight up against his belly, and she slipped her 
tongue out and ran it around her lips. She was looking at him in a strange 
way and didn't seem even to know or care that she had the dust cloth in her 
hand. 

The telephone rang and she went over to answer it. and he got a cigarette 
from the box on the coffee table. He lit it, and when Lori snapped her 
fingers at him he looked at her. She wanted the cigarette. He walked over 
and gave it to her. She smiled at him in a way that showed that she was 
liking him very much at that particular moment. She sat down in the big 
chair and put her feet up on the ottoman. Her miniskirt was high on her 
hips, and when she opened her legs, not really paying too much attention to 
what she was displaying, he stared at her tiny, coral-tinted cleft. She was 
talking to Marilynn and she wasn't paying any attention to him at all. She 
was casually sitting on the edge of the chair, her legs far apart, her 
delicate little petals of bewitching flesh confronting him impudently and 
eagerly. 

She glanced at him and realized what she was doing, and her face flushed. 
She closed her legs tightly and a sullen, alluring look came into her face. 
She tossed her head as though her sudden concern for propriety was foolish, 
or at best a bit late. She shrugged and pursed her lips, recognizing her 
foolish concern when it was too late. She opened her legs again and he 
watched, enthralled, as the tiny lips of her organs parted stickily, 
reluctantly. She placed her palm over the telephone mouthpiece' and smiled 
at him. 

"I guess it's silly for me to get coy now," she said. "You might as well 
look as much as you want to." 

She paused and then said something to Marilynn, then while she was listening 
she covered the mouthpiece again and stared at him with a hoyden look. 

"I like having you look at me there," she said. "I want you to touch me 
there, too." 

He began to shake and just could not control himself. When Lori hung up the 
phone he stood like a statue and stared at her crotch and then at her face. 
He could feel the heat in his cheeks. Lori smiled at him with a very warm 
and lambent expression, and some of his nervousness left him. She crooked 
her finger at him and he moved over closer to her. He was moving like a 
person in a trance. He could not take his eyes off of her tiny red slit, and 
she seemed to know it would be like that. 

"That was Marilynn," Lori said. "She won't be home until very late. She is 
having dinner with her boss and they are going to work late. So I am to fix 
something for us." 

While she was talking to him she put her palm down between her legs and 
rubbed her flesh there. He was watching her and could see the way she 
reacted to her own touch. She began to pant and squirm, and then she was 
shaking and shuddering. 

She rubbed herself vigorously, frantically, and then she slipped her finger 
into her tiny opening. As she rammed her finger into her depths she moved 
her palm slowly from side to side, and then she was gasping and moaning and 
whimpering and he knew that she was coming and doing it nicely. 

That wasn't enough for her, and he was glad. She was thrusting her bottom 
toward him, and he knew what she wanted him to do. He knew, too, what he 
wanted to do. 

"Suck me," she said crisply. 

He obeyed her without thinking. The yearning to taste her sexual parts, to 
suck them, was overwhelming, and he moved closer so that he could get at 
her. While he was kneeling he began coming in his pants, and it was an 
intensely pleasurable sensation. She moved her hand and he could see the wet 
lips of her cunt quivering, and he could see, too, the tiny trickle of white 
fluid that was sliding out of her puckered little opening. 

He pushed his mouth into her crotch, and as soon as he tasted the sweetness 
of her loins he began a brand-new orgasm. He became an animal then, licking 
and suckling and feasting upon the nectars that he was eager to coax from 
her tiny rosebud. She was writhing and heaving, washing his face with her 
slippery little slit, and it was all wonderful and spectacularly delightful 
to him. She was patting his head while he sucked her organs, and each time 
his nimble tongue forced her into another orgasm her fingers would clutch 
his hair and she would pull it fiercely as the rigors of exceptional 
orgiastic splendor seized her, tortured her. 

He feasted shamelessly, eagerly, and he knew that his cock was as stiff as a 
steel shaft and it was hurting him, but it was a pleasurable sensation, one 
that he could enjoy steadily. 

Lori kept him busy for a long time, while he feasted gluttonously on the 
fruits of her frequent climaxes, and then she slid from the edge of the 
chair and was beside him on the floor. She moved and he did, too, and then 
she was astride his face and practically smothered him. He shifted, and then 
it was all right, and he felt her tiny fingers exploring in his pants. He 
felt the feather-like touch of her fingers upon his bare cock, and then she 
had him in her mouth and was sucking fiercely. He could feel her tongue 
touching his cock lightly, delicately, and then he was spending, gushing 
like a geyser. She swallowed him, feasting upon him as candidly, callously, 
as he was feasting upon her, and they kept that up for hours. 

Lori put an end to things by rolling off him. She sat up, her bare bottom on 
the carpeting, her hands propping her up as she looked down at him. 

She was glassy-eyed. She smiled at him, and it was an idiot's grin, but he 
was in no shape to criticize her for her smile. 

She moved over so that she could get at the box of cigarettes and lit one 
for herself, then she handed one to him. Her slow, relaxed smile practically 
dazzled him. 

"Wow," she said. "Just wow." 

He wanted to say something equally explicit but he could not talk at the 
moment, so he just sat on the carpeting, his cock wilted, hanging out of his 
pants. He was seething and his whole being seemed to be throbbing with an 
excitement that simply would not subside. 

Lori recovered first, he remembered. She got up onto her feet and gave him 
her hand so that she could help him up. Her hand went to his cock 
automatically, and she held it, fondling it. In spite of all of the action 
she had given him, he could feel a stirring in his loins and his cock began 
to get hard again. She giggled and let go of him. 

"Come into my bedroom," she said. "We can take our clothes off and really 
have some fun." 

He was eager to do anything at all that she might ask of him, and when they 
got into her room he stood still while she undid his pants and then his 
shorts. She undressed him, actually, and when he was naked she sat down on 
the edge of her bed and cupped his balls in her palms. She shivered as she 
began playing with him, and as soon as his dick began climbing again she 
bent her head and licked the tip of his cock, trying to stick her tongue 
into the opening. That was a weird, pleasant sensation, and he tried to tell 
her that he really liked what she was doing, but sensation overwhelmed him 
and he began spurting. She merely opened her mouth and sucked his cock into 
her eager maw, and as he continued to spurt she sucked him fiercely and 
devoured his sap. She was sliding her mouth up and down on his inflamed 
organ, and that was a grand sensation for him. When she finally took her 
mouth away he was a bit disappointed. 

She got up off of the bed and kissed him on the mouth. He shivered, aware 
that their kiss was wet and sloppy, and he knew that she was still on fire 
with sexual excitement. 

"You taste so sweet, brother dear," she said. "I just can't help it. I love 
to blow you." 

"I want to fuck," he said. 

She smiled at him. "Of course you do. You want to stick your nice big cock 
into my cunt and pump your load into me and then when I get pregnant you 
will run away from home and leave me to face the music." 

That made sense to him. Lori opened a bureau drawer and got out a package of 
rubbers. She smiled at his amazed look. 

"I got them from a guy I went out with," she explained. 

"You weren't a virgin," he said. He made it sound like an accusation. 

Lori laughed at him. "Of course not, silly," she said. "But you were. I can 
tell. I like fooling around. I've been trying to figure out how to get at 
you for a long time. If you hadn't been so stupid about things we could have 
been having fun for a long time now." 

She had a pack of cigarettes in her bureau drawer, too. She got them and 
they lit up, and then Lori faced him and undid her blouse and took it off. 
He stared at the plump beauty of her virginal breasts. She was watching him, 
trying to gauge his reaction to the sight of her bare beauties. She was 
obviously very flattered by his goggle-eyed admiration of them. Even as he 
stared at them, he could see the tiny coral-tinted nipples stirring and then 
pushing themselves out of their pale pink nests. She caught his hands and 
placed them on her breasts. 

"You're supposed to handle them and play with them and suck them, too. I'll 
tell you when I want you to suck them." 

He was shivering with a fresh wave of sexual excitement as his fingers 
squeezed and caressed the twin globes on Lori's chest. She was getting out 
of her skirt, too, and then she was naked and just too turned on to be 
patient. She lay down on the bed and pulled him down on top of her. She 
grasped his stiff cock and guided it into her sopping slit. He could feel 
her tight little sheath absorbing him, and it was an exceptionally pleasant 
sensation. She was twisting and turning her buttocks against him and her 
hips began shoving themselves against him, ramming his cock deep into her 
depths. Then she would move her hips in a swirling motion as he and she 
worked together in a grand unison, and he could hear her breath whistling in 
his ear and taste a new and special sweetness in her mouth as they kissed 
and heaved against each other. She was struggling to say something, he knew, 
and then the words rattled in his ear. 

"Pull out," she said. "Don't come in me. Pull out just before." 

It was all wasted words because he began to come even as she was talking to 
him and he couldn't pull out. Instead he rammed his cock deeper and deeper 
into her loins while his strengths poured from him. She was making a high, 
thin, whinnying sound, and she clung to him like a demented person. Her legs 
were scissoring him harshly, hurtingly, and he knew that she was coming, 
too, too stimulated to think of anything beyond the sexual ecstasy that they 
were sharing. 

He collapsed on top of her and she held him. Her mouth found his and they 
kissed, wetly, passionately, and then she made a quick move, like a startled 
animal. She pushed him off her and sat straight up. She stared at him, and 
he could see that she was furious with him. 

"You did come in me, you idiot," she said. "Now, get down there and get it 
all out. Every goddamn little speck. I sure as hell don't want to get 
knocked up by you. Not by you, brother dear. Now you be damned sure and get 
it all." 

He was just as frightened as she was. He began eating at her crotch, and she 
kept him down there for what seemed like a couple of hours. She came many 
times. She explained to him, during moments of lucidity, that it was good 
for her to come because that helped to make sure that no sperm cells could 
ascend the neck of her womb. He enjoyed it all and never once thought of the 
clinical aspects of what he was doing. 

Later, Lori laughed at him as she gave him a sweet, sisterly kiss. "You are 
a real jewel," she said. "You love cunt, and I am so glad of that." 

They took time out to have a late lunch, and they talked. Lori was naked and 
alluring and he was naked and ever-ready, and she explained that they would 
fool around some more. She said that she had been handled rather roughly on 
one of her dates and maybe they could think about what had been done to her. 

"This one guy insisted he was going to fuck me up the ass because he didn't 
like to use rubbers. It hurt something fierce, but, I remember toward the 
tail end of it, I was liking it. We can try that, and if I do like it, then 
you can always come in me that way. We'll try it." 

They did try it later and it was something that they both enjoyed. Lori 
admitted that she hated to have Marilynn think she was such a angel when she 
really wasn't, but insisted that Marilynn could not live their lives. 

"Boy, would I love to fuck her," Eric said. "She is so very pretty and she 
has such nice boobs and all." 

Lori reached across the kitchen table to pat his hand. 

"You think about Marilynn and give it to me good, and it will be just like 
you are doing it to her." 

After that first Saturday, he and Lori were always at each other, every 
chance that they got. And there were plenty of chances because Marilynn was 
always working and they were alone much of the time. 

It was Marilynn's idea to get Lori a prescription for the Pill. Lori told 
him about it. They were in his bed, resting, and Lori thought it was all 
very funny. 

Marilynn happened to mention that one of the people at her place has a 
daughter who is thirteen and she got herself raped and pregnant and the 
parents are now sorry that they didn't put the. kid on the Pill right away. 

"'I know that you are a good girl, Lori,' Marilynn said to me, 'but you 
never know what can happen. You can start in with the Pill and then we won't 
worry about anything after that.' " 

Once Lori got on the Pill she turned into a real bitch. She was always going 
out on dates and making him eat her after she got home. He was smart enough 
to know that she was putting out for a lot of the guys she ran with, but he 
was afraid to say anything. She sure took good care of him. She was always 
sucking him off and then, when he was a bit cooled off, they would fuck like 
a couple of mink and she could never seem to get enough cock.... 

Eric supposed that he and Marilynn and Lori would have to die now. After the 
killers got through with them, they would pretty much have to kill them all 
to shut them up. But he knew that he could die happy now. The first time 
that he had climbed on Marilynn and shoved his cock into her he knew that he 
had just gotten a glimpse of heaven. There was something wonderful about 
fucking Marilynn. He would pump his cock into her, and the longer he did it 
the more reaction there would be. It seemed to him that Marilynn's cunt was 
sucking his cock, clinging to it, biting at it, and he knew, too, when he 
poured his sap into her, she went absolutely nuts. Maybe she had been 
starved for cock. If that was true, it was awful because he would have been 
so glad to oblige her. Any time. 

He supposed that he was a little crazy, but he was enjoying the situation. 
Marilynn had actually watched him fucking Lori and she didn't say one word. 
Even when they made him climb on and fuck her, too, she didn't say one word 
of protest. Now, when they were sitting at the kitchen table, trying to eat 
just like it was perfectly normal, he could enjoy himself looking at 
Marilynn's tits and Lori's, too. 

Babydoll and Marty and Connie were all in the living room, listening to the 
radio and trying to talk in between news bulletins. Eric kept wondering what 
Babydoll would look like without her clothes. He could glimpse the full 
shape of her boobs and she had nice round thighs, and he knew that she would 
get around to him. She was always darting little glances at him, and she 
would stare at him and then look at his bollox, and he knew that she had the 
hots for him. That was fine with him because he could really enjoy a nice 
time with her. He wondered how she would work it out so that he and she got 
together. He liked to think about that while he tried to eat the food that 
Marilynn had fixed. 

He shifted slightly in his chair so that he could look into the living room 
and see Babydoll. She was raptly attentive to what the news announcer was 
saying on the radio. He was sure that she loved listening to what they said 
about her. There was something almost sensual, or maybe sexual, too, in her 
reactions to hearing about her cruelties. He resolved that he would be very 
obliging to her. He didn't want to get killed. He knew that the others 
didn't really want to get killed either. 

Marilynn looked at him, and he could see the shame and pain in her face. Her 
eyes had a sick look in them, and when she tried to smile at him it was a 
ghastly grimace. Lori reached out to touch Marilynn's hand and give her a 
tiny pat. Lori was sure all right. She always knew the right thing to do. 

"I feel so ashamed," Marilynn said softly. "What will they demand of us 
next?" 

Lori sat up straighter and her pretty little breasts popped out and sort of 
quivered. He stared at them wishing that he could lick them and suck them 
the way Lori liked to have him do it. 

"Whatever we have to do," Marilynn said, "we'll do it. I want to live. We 
all do." 

"Eric is enjoying all of this," Lori said. "I just know that he is." 

Marilynn lit a cigarette and drew smoke into her lungs. She sat up 
straighter, too, but when she saw the way her snowy breasts thrust far out 
from her chest she slumped again. 

"Eric is a male," Marilynn said. "They are like that, I guess. They simply 
enjoy sex under any circumstances." 

Babydoll called out to them. "Bring some more coffee in here, mama girl. 
Hurry up." 

Marilynn jumped to her feet, and Eric sat and gazed at the lush beauty of 
Marilynn's rounded bottom and her glorious thighs. When she turned around to 
carry the coffee pot into the living room, he looked at her bald pubis and 
could see the delicate little petals of pale pink flesh and the deep cleft, 
and he was abruptly, fiercely aroused. Lori was watching him, and he could 
see a glint of amusement in her eyes. When they were alone for a moment, she 
reached under the table so that she could grasp his stiff cock and squeeze 
it. 

'You enjoy fucking Marilynn, you bastard," she whispered. "You've been dying 
to do that. Admit it." 

He nodded. "You know it," he said. 

Lori sighed and let him go. Then she sat up again. 

"I hope we can live through this," she said, whispering. "We can have such 
great fun. Think what a happy family we can be." 

He stared at her, his eyes wide with horror and disbelief. 

"Marilynn loved it when you fucked her," Lori said. "I can tell. She's a 
real ball of fire. You'll see." 

Marilynn returned to them. She poured some fresh coffee for them, then she 
sat down again. No one had any real interest in food, there was too much 
fear alive in their systems. 

Babydoll came into the kitchen, yawning broadly. She looked at Marilynn with 
a big grin on her pretty face. 

"You got Marty turned on parading around bare assed. So, we go back into the 
bedroom. You're going to suck Marty off while Connie fucks you up the ass. 
You'll enjoy it. Now, come on. Move." 

Eric could see the way Marilynn reacted, and he was sure that she was going 
to be sick all over everything. But she didn't say a word. Lori was looking 
at him with a bright, startled look, and he knew that she was wishing that 
she could be the one to suck Marty's cock and get it up the ass. She loved 
it in there, he knew from experience. 

Babydoll was smiling at him as if she was really turned on. 

"You come with me, sonny boy," she said. "I'm going to spend a little time 
with you while Connie tries out your little sister. She's ready for anything 
he can think up. She's a hot little piece-maybe she's too damned willing. 
But we'll get around to everything." 

Eric stood up when the others did, and he liked it when Babydoll reached out 
and curled her fingers around his stiff cock. She began pumping him up and 
down, then bent over and licked the tip of it. She seemed to be savoring the 
taste of his erection, and she obviously liked it. 

She led him into the bedroom still holding on to him. They were in 
Marilynn's room, and Babydoll decided that life would be much simpler if 
they got the mattresses from the other beds and placed them on the floor. 
Marty and Connie were quick to accomplish that. Then Marty got out of his 
clothes and Connie did, too, and Babydoll stood and gave orders. Marilynn 
wound up on her hands and knees, and she began sucking Marty's cock with a 
surprising skill, Eric thought. Connie was built big, and he wasted no time 
at all in getting himself situated behind Marilynn. He pushed his cock into 
her exposed cunt, and then he was screwing her contentedly and skillfully. A 
moment or two later, Connie eased his dripping prick out of Marilynn's cunt 
and pushed it into her asshole. Eric watched while her whole body stiffened 
and quivered in sudden, painful protest. She kept right on sucking Marty, 
though. Eric was able to see it when Marty's cock began erupting, and he 
watched Marilynn swallowing Marty's juice as casually as Lori did his. 

Babydoll looked at Lori. "You get down there and let Marty eat you for a 
while. Marty loves to eat a girl while he is getting a blow job, so you be 
sweet to Marty and let him gnaw on your cunt awhile. You give Marty a bad 
time and he's just liable to lay you down and cut it out. He's like that. 
Now, you be real sweet to Marty, girl." 

It sickened Eric to see the way Lori went to Marty and knelt facing Marilynn 
and Connie. When she settled her little cunt into his mouth, Marty spilled 
all over again, and Eric watched the eager way Marilynn swallowed Marty's 
honey. She was sure becoming depraved in a hell of a hurry. She was eating 
as if she enjoyed it. 

Babydoll stepped close to Eric and grasped his rigid cock in her right hand 
while her left cupped his balls and fondled them. She was smiling at him, 
and he sort of liked her at the moment. 

"You come over here with me, you sweet thing," Babydoll said. She tugged, 
and he followed her over to the big king-sized mattress that had been placed 
on the floor some distance away from the others. He wound up standing on the 
mattress, leaning against the wall, while Babydoll slowly manipulated his 
cock. She stepped close to him and her mouth covered his, and she began 
kissing him, hotly, wetly. He could smell the scent of her person and he was 
suddenly enormously aroused, too stimulated to contain himself. Babydoll 
noticed his extreme excitement, and she kissed his lips and her one hand 
patted his cheek. 

"Poor boy," she said, softly, considerately. "I'll pop you right away and 
then we'll get down to business." 

She slid down onto the mattress and her mouth captured his organ. He began 
coming, spurting into her mouth, and she was suddenly sucking him harshly, 
brutally, while her talented fingers kneaded and squeezed his balls and 
forced more and more of his sap from its well. She was caressing his 
buttocks, and her fingers ended each downward stroke with a gentle fondling 
of his balls. She drew him down on the mattress and then she was between his 
thighs, on her knees, and she was giving him head while her nails and her 
fingers worked with sickening skill to force him into spending again. She 
sucked him dry, and even as she eased her mouth off his prong she squeezed 
and sucked and made certain that she secured every drop of his material she 
could get. She was a sexual vampire, he suspected, but he found that he 
certainly did like such types. 

She sat up and her eyes were glassy, unfocused, and her face was slack. He 
could see the superb beauty of her breasts as her chest heaved when she 
struggled for breath. 

Her fingers began undoing the buttons of her blouse, and then her naked 
breasts were staring him in the face. They were large for her age and build, 
prettier than he had supposed. Her nipples were like large red berries, and 
when she placed his palms over her nipples and he squeezed her sensitive 
flesh she gasped and shook like a plucked string in a high wind. 

She straightened up on her knees and her fingers began undoing the waistband 
of her slacks. She got up and peeled them from her sleek hips, and when she 
flipped her pants off he was amazed at the beauty of her bottom and her 
crotch. She had no hair on her pubis, and she was smooth and sleek there. A 
tiny-dimple was at the top of her sexual crease, and when she spread her 
legs he could see that she was built delicately and daintily in that part of 
her person. He could smell the subtle fragrance of her genitals, and it was 
enormously appealing to him. 

She moved close to him and her mouth smeared itself all over his lips. She 
was panting and squirming and writhing in abundant ecstasy, and she held him 
to her as though she were a frightened child. 

"I want you to suck my cunt," she whispered against his lips, "and then I 
will tell you when I want to be fucked. You are going to be a real busy 
boy." 

She moved away from him, her hand pushed him flat on his back, and then she 
straddled his face and he could smell the heavy stench of her sexual organs. 
When he began tasting her he felt her hands on his loins, and her mouth was 
busy with his stiff cock. He was suddenly delirious, exceptionally happy 
with an excess of sexual bliss. 

Her glands were very responsive and the slightest pressure of his tongue on 
her clit made her come. Eric had heard it said that girls would not expel 
any material when they experienced orgasm, and he discovered, empirically, 
that that was not so. Babydoll would begin seething and her hips would move, 
sliding her slit backwards and forwards in his mouth. Then he would feel the 
quick, clenching, spasms of excited orgasm, and tiny little trickles of her 
special sweetness would pour into his hungry mouth. 

She was nursing on him just as callously as he was feeding upon her. He 
could hear the revelatory sounds of orgy all around him, and he wished that 
he could be more alert and not react to sexual stimulation as easily as he 
did. 

While he feasted his mind made comparisons-inevitably, he supposed. Babydoll 
had a lot going for her. She was wetter and sweeter-tasting than Lori, her 
tits were bigger than Lori's or Marilynn's, and she was a real ball of fire. 

A time of extreme ecstasy came to him, and he feasted shamelessly upon the 
nectars that he was extracting from Babydoll's eager loins. It was a long 
time before he realized that a new and sudden silence was in the room. 
Everything had suddenly stopped. 

Babydoll moved her hips away and got up onto her feet. The others were 
sitting on the mattresses, staring, each of them struggling for a sense of 
normality. 

Babydoll said, "The doorbell is ringing. 

Somebody answer the damned door." Marty laughed at her. "Sure," he said. 

Connie was on his feet, struggling into his clothes. Marty lit a cigarette, 
and he was holding the match to it when the doorbell rasped sharply, waspish 
in the sudden stillness. 

"Any law say we got to answer the door?" Marty asked. 

Babydoll began getting into her clothes. She grinned at Marty. 

"Get everybody dressed," she said crisply. "It may be the cops, making a 
routine check of the houses in the area. We'll send Lori to the door, and if 
she don't say the right thing you can blow a hole in her back. And little 
mama, too. Nobody is going to hurt my little playmate here. I've got some 
really nice plans in mind for him. Now, hurry up and get dressed." 

The others obeyed her without question. Eric got into his clothes and 
watched as Lori and Marilynn got dressed, too. 

Everything seemed to change once they got into their clothes. There was an 
atmosphere of strangeness and tension that intruded and seemed to spoil 
things. He hated that. 

The doorbell kept on ringing. The person pushing the button was obviously 
persistent. 

"Honey," Babydoll said, "you go and answer the door. Tell whoever is there 
that you and your mother rented the house for a couple of weeks and you are 
here alone. You say one wrong word and you get it right in the back. You 
hear?" 

Lori nodded. She seemed to be a bit sullen. 

She headed for the front door while the others got out of sight. 

Eric wondered why everybody had to get dressed. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Lori was trembling and she knew that she was scared as she made her way to 
the front door. She was a little woozy, too. There had been too much fun and 
sex, and that always made her a little lightheaded. She didn't care, though. 
She was having the very nicest time of her life. 

They were worried about her saying the wrong thing to whoever was at the 
door, and they didn't really have to worry at all. She wanted to have some 
more fun, and the controlled or forced situations that were thrust upon her 
made it seem even nicer and much more thrilling. 

Maybe she was a little nutty. 

She reached the door and opened it. There was a uniformed policeman on the 
front porch. She gave him her shy, little girl smile and he smiled back. 

"Hello," the man said. He was looking her over very carefully, and he 
obviously liked what he could see. She wished that she could let him look at 
all of her, but she knew that she could not. "I'm sorry to bother you, Miss, 
but we are looking for some people and we wondered if you or your family 
might have seen any strangers around here? There are three of them, two men 
and a girl. They may be on foot or they may be driving." 

Lori smiled at him and shook her head. "No. We haven't seen anyone. I'm 
sorry." 

The officer nodded. He turned and went off the porch, and she saw that there 
was a police car out front with another officer in it. As soon as her 
visitor got into the car it tossed gravel taking off. 

Lori thought of taking off herself. It would be so easy to run and hide and 
then go off into town, but it wouldn't help anything. The ones inside would 
just kill Eric and Marilynn. And she loved both of them. She closed the door 
and went back into the house. 

Marty stepped away from the wall. He looked funny in his bare feet, his 
dirty pants and bare chest. The gun in his hand was not at all funny. She 
shivered. Marilynn and Eric were sitting on the couch, and Babydoll was in 
the kitchen. She had a gun in her fist, too. Connie was as white as a sheet 
and actually seemed to be trembling. 

Marty smiled at her. "You did good, kid," he said. "Come over here and give 
your uncle Marty a nice big kiss, and then I'm going to have some food for a 
change," Marty reached for her and his arms went around her. He kissed her 
soft mouth, and she didn't resist. He put his hands on her breasts and 
rubbed them, and she liked that. She could feel the tiny, tingling 
sensations in her vagina as she came, and she was tempted to giggle. She was 
very sensitive in her boobs and could make herself come just by fooling with 
them herself. 

She let him fingerfuck her for a while, and then he grew tired of it. He 
kissed her once more and then ordered Marilynn to fix some more coffee right 
away and serve it. Marilynn got up onto her feet quickly. She was deathly 
afraid of Marty and the others, and Lori knew that she was mostly afraid 
that they would be hurt, she and Eric. She loved Marilynn and was very glad 
that they were together through this horrid time of terror. 

Babydoll told her to go and help Marilynn, and she obeyed. Marilynn gave her 
a week smile as she walked into the kitchen. Marilynn had a weepy look on 
her pretty face, and as she looked at Lori her face crumpled. She reached 
out, and then they were in each other's arms and Lori was whispering words 
of comfort into Marilynn's ear, begging her to be calm, to be sensible. 

"I love you so much, Marilynn," she whispered. "It's all right. We will make 
out. They won't kill us, I'm sure." 

Marilynn didn't say anything. She let Lori push her away although Lori hated 
to do it. She wished that she could make love to Marilynn, and the thought 
overwhelmed her and made her face burn with horrible sensations. 

She was so very young and so damned experienced sexually. Perhaps her time 
taking piano lessons with Karen was paying off now. Lori liked Karen and was 
sorry when her family had to move away. 

She sat at the kitchen table, sipping a cup of coffee and smoking a 
cigarette, while Marilynn served coffee to the wild ones in the living room. 
Babydoll had the radio on again and they were listening to bulletins which 
changed every few minutes. Eric was with them because Babydoll had taken a 
fancy to him and liked having him close so that she could hold his cock and 
suck it every little once in a while. Eric was just loving the things that 
Babydoll was doing to him. He loved anything at all sexual. 

Lori sighed and decided that she was in no position to think critically 
about Eric. She adored him and he loved her, too, and he let her do horrid 
things to him. Often she would make him lie down in the bathtub and would 
spray his face with a golden shower and he loved it. Guys all seemed to get 
a big charge out of that. She could not imagine why, but they did. 

Normy was like that. He loved it when a girl did anything at all to him. But 
Normy was a long time ago. He was part of her life with Karen and the piano 
and intense pleasures that she could still remember, still enjoy from time 
to time. 

It was before Marilynn came into their life. She and Eric were living with 
their father and he decided that Lori should learn some of the graces. She 
was pretty and was already developing a very remarkable shape, and he wanted 
her to have the best but he was mostly conversation. But he did arrange for 
her to take piano lessons from Karen, a gorgeous little blonde girl who 
didn't seem old enough to have a boy almost grown. Karen sure liked her, and 
the first time she went for a lesson they did nothing but talk. 

Karen wanted to know all about her, and they sat and visited and she ate 
chocolate cookies and drank cocoa. Karen kept on telling her how pretty she 
was and how well-developed she was for her age, and that seemed to make her 
very excited sexually. She was always playing with herself-it was something 
that she had always done-so she was no stranger to sex.-She sensed that 
Karen was very sensual and very much interested in her. 

Karen had big blue eyes and a quick, shy smile and her legs were very 
beautiful. When she stood up Lori could almost see the exciting shape of the 
young blonde's breasts. Karen said that she had a boy, Normy, who was 
fourteen now, and she was only twenty-nine. They were very close and she 
loved Normy very much. They were quite happy living together, and she and 
her father and brother should be happy living together, too. 

She met Normy before she left that first time. He came in from a visit to 
the local library, and she saw that he was big for his age. He had a nice 
smile and nice eyes, and she could tell that he was a cute little puppy dog 
and Karen had already made him her devoted slave. She was in a very highly 
developed state of sexual agitation when she went home, and she had no idea 
why. 

A few days later she ran into the boy, Normy, at school. He kept looking at 
her in a way that made her feel complimented. Karen told her that Normy just 
worshipped her and thought her to be the prettiest girl he had ever seen. 
That pleased her very much and she began paying a bit more attention to 
Normy. 

After her first two lessons, Karen wanted her to come in twice a week. She 
told Lori's father that she would give her special attention and two lessons 
for the price of one because she was sure that Lori had talent. Her father 
went for that. He always seemed to be glad to get Lori out of the house. She 
knew why now, because Eric had told her all about his relationship with 
their father. He had even taught her the techniques of sucking cock that 
Loren had taught him. 

She stopped thinking about Karen when Babydoll walked into the kitchen and 
stood for a moment, looking at them with a rather speculative look in her 
eyes. 

"Marty and I are going to get some sleep," Babydoll said. "We're exhausted 
and so we're going to sack out for a while. Connie is going to be on deck, 
though. You people will be smart to do nothing that will annoy Connie. He 
wants to kill you to kind of make up for his fuckup with the houseboy, so 
you all be damned careful. The only one around here that wants to keep you 
alive is me, so you take care. Real careful like." 

She went off toward the bedroom then, and in spite of all of the action that 
had taken place they could hear the sounds of lovemaking in the bedroom. 
Lori could imagine just what they were doing. She could even experience, 
vicariously, the fierce thrustings of Marty's big cock, and she envied 
Babydoll for the time being. She wished that she could be getting it. She 
wished, too, that Babydoll, or someone, would keep on making them do things. 
She was such a damned hot pants. Once she got turned on, she could go for 
days before she got cooled off, even while she was experiencing all sorts of 
sexual fun and games. 

Karen had discovered what she was like very early in their association. The 
pretty little blonde had been a scant five feet in height but she had been 
built in perfect proportion and she was spectacularly lovely naked, but, of 
course, it took a while to get around to that. But Karen had been pretty 
damned clever, now that she thought about it. 

Now that she could look back, it did seem to her that Karen was always 
talking about sex. One night, after she had had three or four lessons, Karen 
kept her on for a while so that they could have come cookies and cocoa. It 
seemed to her that Karen was particularly pretty that night, with her eyes 
all made up and her lips glistening with lipstick. Her nails were lacquered 
with a bright red polish and she was wearing a tight red dress. Karen was 
smiling at her in a way that indicated that she was very fond of her, and 
that pleased Lori very much. 

"Would you like to stay overnight, dear?" Karen asked. "Tomorrow is Saturday 
and you could sort of help me around the house in return for more lessons. 
You are so pretty, I would love to have you around. I like talking with you, 
Lori." 

Lori was delighted by the invitation, and she called home and told her 
father about Karen's offer, Her father quickly gave permission, and she told 
Karen, smiling shyly, that she could stay. Karen was very pleased, and she 
poured them some more cocoa and they settled down again to talk some more. 

It was early, probably eight-thirty, but Karen was disturbed because Normy 
was not yet at home. 

"He is such a dear, sweet boy," Karen said, "but he is out playing a lot and 
he does some things that I just deplore. But when I say something, he just 
tells me that all the kids do them." 

Karen reached for her cigarettes on an end table close at hand and got one 
lit. She handed it to Lori, who took it and sucked the smoke deep into her 
lungs. Karen gave her an approving look. 

"I want to ask you something, dear," Karen said. "I don't know any other 
very young girls that I can ask, but I hope you wouldn't mind if I asked 
you. Tell me, dear, how often do you masturbate?" 

The question startled Lori. She wasn't prepared for it, but Karen didn't 
wait for an answer. She smiled apologetically at Lori. 

"Normy tells me that all of the kids do it nowadays, and I'm sure that he 
does it too much. Would you tell me what you know about it?" 

Lori was about to say that she did not do such things, but, unaccountably, 
she felt her lower lip quivering and she was trembling. The way Karen was 
looking at her seemed to preclude any hope of lying, She puffed her 
cigarette and then she crossed her long, sleek legs, knowing that Karen was 
admiring them. 

"I don't know what to say," she said. She could feel the way her mouth was 
stiff and awkward, and she was very stirred up. "I don't really want to talk 
about things like that. I don't." 

Karen sighed. She took a sip of her cocoa. "I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't 
mean to distress you, but I just wanted to talk to someone about things. I 
wanted to tell you how Normy and I live and the way we do things and I 
wanted you to tell me if I am doing wrong. You see, I don't know, any more." 

Lori didn't know what to say so she said nothing. 

Karen glanced at the watch on her dainty wrist and shook her head. She 
looked at Lori, and her smile was twisted and sad. She seemed to hate 
explaining things to Lori, but she did it. 

"Normy is being a naughty boy staying out so late," she said. "When he gets 
home he is going to get a spanking. A severe spanking. I hate to have to 
punish him, but I have to. And tonight, because you are our guest, I will 
punish Normy exceptionally by letting you watch him get his punishment. I 
want you to watch it. I know that he likes you and it will be punishment 
severe indeed having you observe it all." 

"Do I have to watch?" Lori said, smiling, a bit self-consciously. "I like 
Normy and I don't want to see him hurt." 

Karen sat up straight in her chair and there was a new and funny look in her 
eyes and on her face. 

"When Normy is bad," Karen said, "I make him take everything off, and then 
when I'm ready I have a thick, perforated strap, an old razor strap, really, 
and I give it to him good with that. But Normy gets so stirred up, he often 
has an accident. He is a big, healthy young animal, and when I strap his 
bottom and something else, too, once in a while, he just loses control and 
begins spilling all over everything. He has become quite a problem. But that 
is what I do." 

Lori was thinking of all the implications involved in what Karen had told 
her, and she knew that she was just dying to observe something like the 
scene that Karen described. She didn't know what to say, though. Karen was 
gazing at her with a soft, warm look in her eyes and a happy little smile on 
her richly rouged lips. 

"You are a very young girl, dear," Karen said softly. "Do you suppose it 
will be all right to let you watch Normy's punishment?" 

Lori was too stirred up to say anything sensible. She shrugged. Karen leaned 
forward and she touched Lori's pretty knee. Lori liked the gentle touch. 

"Would you like to watch?" Karen said. 

Lori nodded her head and Karen lit another cigarette. She gave it to Lori. 

"T like you very much, Lori," Karen said. "I'm sure you must have guessed 
that, though. Do you like me?" 

"Oh, yes," Lori said, fervently. "You are the nicest friend I've ever had. 
And you are real pretty and real grownup but I feel like you are my girl 
friend." 

Karen nodded. "That's the way I want you to feel, dear," she said. Then she 
smiled sweetly at Lori. "Tell me the truth, Lori, dear, how often do you do 
it?" 

Lori knew that she had changed in a subtle way, and she didn't want to have 
any secrets from Karen. She squirmed in her chair, and she could feel the 
wetness that was already puddling between the lips of her sexual organ. She 
was quickly turned on and she wasn't sure of how it had happened. But she 
didn't care, either. 

"It all depends," she said. "Sometimes, when I go to bed at night, I will do 
it for hours. And when I get the chance in the bathroom, I do it, then, 
too." 

"Doesn't it hurt you?" Karen asked. "I mean, doesn't it make you weak and 
sick and sort of droopy?" 

Lori shook her head vigorously. "Oh, no," she said, "it makes me feel ever 
so much better afterwards. And it is pure heaven while I'm doing it." 

Karen sat back and looked at Lori with a soft, adoring smile playing around 
her mouth. "I know it's an awful lot to ask of a girl, but would you teach 
me how to do it?" 

Lori was astonished. "You don't know?" 

Karen shook her head and looked to be close to tears. 

"No," she said. "I am very innocent about sex. Maybe when we go to bed 
tonight, you will teach me. We have to sleep in the same bed, but it is a 
big bed and there will be plenty of room. Will you teach me?" 

Lori found herself nodding her head. She didn't know why she was so willing 
to teach another girl how to play with herself, but it was something that 
she really wanted to do. 

Karen invited her to watch television for a while. She kept on glancing at 
her watch, waiting for Normy. When he finally did come home, his mother was 
furious. She told him to go right upstairs to his room and stay there. 

"You are going to get a terrible beating," Karen said, "and I am going to 
let Lori watch it. That will certainly be punishment indeed." 

Normy looked at his mother, then let out a sob and turned and raced up the 
stairs. Karen went over to the television and turned it off. She asked Lori 
to help her turn out all of the lights. 

"We won't be downstairs again," Karen said. 

She was right about that, Lori reflected. . 

They went upstairs and found Normy lying on his bed. Karen flicked the 
overhead lights on and the room was as bright then as a movie set. Karen 
turned to look at Lori. 

"Sit down in that chair, dear," she said, "and you can watch Normy's 
punishment." 

Normy was weeping and sobbing. He looked at his pretty young mother and 
began pleading with her. 

"Please, don't," he said. "She'll see everything. She'll see it all. Please, 
don't let her watch." 

Karen ignored his words. She went over to a bureau and opened one of its 
drawers. She took out a long, thick leather strap, and Lori noticed that 
Normy couldn't take his eyes off it. The narrow band of leather seemed to 
fascinate him. 

"You are going to get it good," Karen said, "and, if you give me any trouble 
I will ask Lori to wallop you. I'll bet she would be good at it, too." 

Lori was shivering as she thought about walloping Normy's bare bottom. He 
was a handsome young man, blond like his mother and really quite 
good-looking. He kept glancing at her nervously as he pleaded with his 
mother. 

"Stand up, Normy," Karen said, "and take your things off. Everything. Every 
single stitch." 

Normy obeyed her, and Lori sat squirming in delicious anticipation. Normy 
was sniffling and there were tears on his cheeks as he undressed. When he 
peeled his shorts down, Lori stared at his genitals with a very interested 
gaze. There was no hair on his person and his organs were not very large. He 
had an erection, and when Karen started toward him with the strap he 
cringed. 

"Don't hit me," he pleaded. "I'll shoot all over if you do. I can't help it. 
I'll do it." 

"Oh, dear," Karen said distractedly. "We can't have that." 

She glanced at Lori as she told Normy to sit down in the chair. Then she 
went to kneel in front of Normy. She put her hand on his stiff cock and 
giggled. 

"I have to help Normy," she said. "If I don't relieve his pressures he 
explodes as soon as I hit him with the strap." 

Lori sat and watched with a wide-eyed stare as Karen put her mouth down over 
Normy's stiff cock and began giving him head. She could see that Karen was 
sucking fiercely, and she was very much surprised when Normy began crying 
and sobbing. Then he was coming, and Karen was devouring him contentedly and 
happily. She kept on sucking him for a long time, then finally lifted her 
head and got up onto her feet again. Normy was still weeping and sobbing, 
but Lori was sure that he was enjoying it all. She was enjoying it. Her 
whole crotch was drenched, and she wished that she could do what Karen had 
done to Normy's stiff cock. She got the chance. 

"He needs some more sucking," Karen said, "but my jaws are tired. Would you 
like to help me with him?" 

Lori nodded and moved over so that she could put her hand around Normy's 
cock. Then she got it into her mouth and began sucking it as harshly and 
avidly as Karen had done. He was exuding material and she loved its taste. 
Then he began spurting and sobbing and crying, and she swallowed his juices 
with an eagerness that appalled her when she remembered it. 

Things got out of hand somehow, and she was never aware of how it happened. 
She became aware of Karen and Normy as they worked on her body. Karen was 
kissing her and she was naked on Karen's bed and Normy was sliding his cock 
in and out of her and she was half crazed with sexual eagerness and 
excitements. Karen was still fully dressed, but Lori was naked and she had 
no recollection of taking her clothes off. She didn't really care too much, 
one way or the other, because Karen was handling her breasts and kissing her 
mouth with wet kisses, and then she was bursting and Normy was coming inside 
her and she was writhing and moaning in the throes of excruciating ecstasy. 

Then she felt Karen's eager mouth licking and sucking her cunt and she knew 
that Normy had his cock in her mouth again and it all got to be too much. 
She felt her brains floating off into the distance and then she sort of came 
and went and she knew that they were at her for most of the night. Normy had 
his mouth on her vulva for long periods of time, and while he was busy with 
her Karen was sucking him, and then it was more than she could bear and she 
seemed to sleep. They didn't seem to care whether she was awake or asleep. 
After a while, she had no choice. She slept. 

She was the first one to awaken. 

It was a beautiful, sunny morning and she was naked in Karen's bed, and when 
she sat up and looked around she saw that Normy was in the bed, too. Karen 
was sound asleep, covered entirely by the bedclothes. Normy was on top of 
the covers. He was lying on his back and his balls were shifting and 
squirming and she liked watching them. His cock was soft and tiny and she 
remembered the thrilling experiences she had enjoyed with it and had to 
resist the urge to reach out and play with it. 

Karen woke then, and sat up and got a cigarette going. She was wearing a 
pair of black satin pajamas, and she looked to be rested and pretty and 
shockingly young. 

Lori sat up and reached for a cigarette, too. Her firm young breasts were 
standing straight out and her tiny nipples were so hard they were tingling 
and bristling with sexual excitement. Karen touched them with her hands and 
Lori moaned softly, thrilled by Karen's touch. 

"Now you know what we are like, Normy and me," Karen said. "Do you still 
like us?" 

"Oh, golly, yes," Lori said. The fervor with which she said it made them 
both laugh. 

"I'm glad," Karen said. She reached for Lori and pulled her into an embrace. 
Lori was lying on her back and Karen was kissing her. She writhed when 
Karen's hot little tongue slipped into her mouth. She felt Karen's hands on 
her breasts, and she was shifting and moving and wriggling frantically as 
excitement built up within her. 

"I am going to eat you, little darling," Karen whispered. She shifted, and 
Lori felt the hot, clinging mouth settling over her vulva. She began coming, 
driven and tormented by Karen's nimble and expert tongue. She was twisting 
from side to side, ablaze with sexual-agonies and ecstasies, and then she 
saw that Normy was somehow awake. He crept close to her, and she got her 
mouth over his cock and he was spurting his juices down her throat even as 
she began sucking him. But that was only a beginning for the inexhaustible 
Normy. She sucked him for hours while Karen kept her mouth glued to Lori's 
tiny cunt. It was Karen who finally broke up their party, and then it was 
only because the telephone was ringing. 

Karen got out of the bed and went off to the bathroom, and Lori and Normy 
faced each other, abashed by their lewd and uninhibited actions. 

Karen stayed in the bathroom for a long time, and Normy began playing "with 
her sexual organs and she began to play with his. They were necking 
hectically, handling each other, making ardent love, and then Karen was 
beside the bed, beautiful and glowing with health. Her long blonde hair was 
brushed and tied with a ribbon, and the wine-colored robe that she wore made 
her seem even prettier than before. 

Karen put her hand into the pocket of her robe and came out with a rubber 
contraceptive. She smilingly placed it over Normy's cock and then told Lori 
to lie down and let Normy fuck her. Lori was eager to have him do that, so 
she obeyed. She and Normy heaved and worked frantically on the bed. All the 
while she was getting fucked, Karen was at her mouth, kissing her, 
whispering sweet words of endearment while they struggled and burst several 
times. When Normy collapsed finally, Karen licked his organ when it came out 
of Lori's sheath and then she bit a hole in the rubber and feasted upon its 
contents. 

They took time out for a late breakfast after a while, and then Karen 
suggested that they return to the bedroom because she was determined that 
Normy was going to get a spanking with the strap. She went along and watched 
Karen and Normy as they went through a routine of sorts that culminated with 
Normy eating Karen's cunt after he had filled it first. Then he had to kiss 
Karen and deliver the nectar to her. 

The way they went about things made Lori suspect that Karen was sick in the 
head, but she went along with their fun and games and enjoyed everything. 

By the time that Karen and Normy moved away she was a dedicated hedonist and 
she missed them horribly. Then Marilynn came along and married their father, 
and that went haywire and she and Eric were alone with Marilynn. She was 
such a doll, they just loved her, and she grew to love them. 

She had been forced to seduce Eric, she supposed. Her whole system seemed to 
function better and her general sense of well-being was heightened 
incredibly if she had a busy sex life. She supposed that it was because of 
all of the goodies she was sucking out of Eric's prick, but she couldn't be 
sure about that. 

Now she was having a ball but it could cost her her life, and that wasn't 
the ideal way of doing things, she supposed. She looked at Eric and then at 
Marilynn, and she couldn't help but think about the ideal existence they 
could enjoy if only they could stay alive and do the things they were doing 
here all the time.... 

Her time of recollections was quickly ended. Connie stood in the doorway, 
the long, slender knife in his fingers. There was an ugly, eager look on his 
face. Lori knew that he had been busy with a movie on the color TV set but 
now he had other ideas in his sick head. 

"Get inside here," Connie said. "I got some nice ideas I want to try out for 
a while." 

Eric and Marilynn got up quickly, and Lori did, too. She had no idea what 
the ugly-looking little creep might want, but she was very willing to do 
anything that he might ask of her. 

He didn't ask anything of her immediately. He had the hots for Marilynn. As 
soon as they got into the living room he told her to strip, and she obeyed 
him. She glanced over at Eric and Lori as she got herself naked, and Lori 
felt the breath clutching in her throat as she looked at the beauty of 
Marilynn's body as she stood naked. 

Connie was sitting in a big chair, and he kept staring at Marilynn. It was 
plain to see that he considered her especially lovely, especially desirable. 

"You come on over here, honey," he told Marilynn. "I aim to let you suck a 
little bit. You feel you don't want to do it real nice for old Connie, I 
will slip this knife right in between those pretty ribs of yours, and I 
would hate to do that. You got lots more good fucks in you before we finally 
have to do away with you. You do it nice and I'll personally see to it that 
you go in a nice way when we have to do it. Now, hurry on over here and 
let's you get at it." 

Connie did something swift with his pants, and then he was sitting naked on 
the edge of his chair, his huge erection standing straight up, practically 
twitching with an eagerness for Marilynn's tongue. She went over to kneel 
between his knees. Lori watched, feeling an intense sympathy for Marilynn. 
She could see that Marilynn was being debased and humiliated. It was a 
shame, too, because she would suck Connie's prick and enjoy it. She and Eric 
sat on the living room couch and smoked cigarettes and watched as Marilynn's 
shining head bobbed up and down on Connie's inflamed cock. 

He kept telling Marilynn to suck harder, always harder, and then he grasped 
the top of her head in his palms and shoved his cock deep into her mouth and 
Marilynn was shivering and shuddering as Connie's abundant juices poured 
down her throat. He was hurting her, exhorting her to suck harder, to use 
her tongue skillfully, to get it all. Then he sighed and his hands let go of 
her head and Marilynn kept right on sucking him. 

Connie bent a bit so that he could handle Marilynn's lovely breasts. He 
squeezed the nipples with his fingertips, and Lori gasped, reacting to 
Marilynn's pain. She wished that Connie had chosen her. 

She looked up as she saw that Marty and Babydoll were awake and on their 
feet again. Babydoll stood in the doorway, rubbing her eyes. She had her 
blouse and her pants on but she was barefooted and her slacks were not too 
securely fastened. Babydoll and Marty stood and watched what Marilynn and 
Connie were doing. Then Babydoll looked at Lori. 

"It seems that mama is busy right now," Babydoll said. "So you can fix us 
some food. Marty will want some bacon and eggs and I want some hot coffee 
and toast. Let's go into the kitchen and you can get busy." 

Lori got up and started for the kitchen. Babydoll looked at Eric and smiled 
at him. 

"You come along, too, honey. What do you think I'm going to do while I'm 
waiting for breakfast?" 

Eric stood and went along with them. Babydoll took his pants from him, and 
then he sat while she knelt and sucked his cock until it erupted. Marty was 
sitting at the table, sipping a cup of coffee. He was watching Lori as she 
moved around the kitchen. She had clothes on, and he seemed to feel cheated. 

"You get out of those duds, honey," he said. "I like to look at you when 
you're walking around. Maybe I'll want to eat cunt for a while after I have 
some food. You know, a man's entitled to a little dessert." 

Lori obeyed him without saying a word. Marty's eyes got a nice, admiring 
gleam in them when he looked at her nude body. He crooked his finger at her, 
and she went close to him. She gasped as his hands did awful things to her 
pert young breasts. Then he slipped his big fat finger far up inside her 
cunt and she began prancing and sucking her breath in with sharp, shrill 
sounds. Marty slid his finger in and out hurriedly while his mouth captured 
one of her nipples, and he laughed when her body shook and quivered as an 
orgasm of great magnitude practically tore her apart. Marty bit her nipple 
and she lost control. She wet all over his hand, and he seemed to like that. 
He was slowly fingerfucking her, and then he pulled his finger out. He put 
it into his mouth and sucked it clean and dry. 

"You are a hot little piece, honey," he said. "You just wait till I get a 
chance to really make you fly. You just wait." 

Lori was too shaken to answer him. She backed away from him, and she knew 
that the wetness sliding down her legs was evidence that she had reacted 
quite shamelessly to his efforts. 

"Take some coffee in to those lovers in the front room," Marty said. 

Lori nodded. She got some clean cups and the pot, and when she went into the 
living room she found that Marilynn was on her back and Connie was screwing 
her frenziedly, eagerly. Marilynn's legs were locked around Connie's waist 
and her heels were digging deep into his flesh. Her hips were swinging and 
thrusting as they worked in perfect unison. She could see Marilynn's asshole 
and her parted buttocks, and each time Connie plunged his cock into 
Marilynn's body a little surge of white cream welled out of Marilynn's 
depths. Lori wished that she could be down there with her eager mouth, 
feasting upon the nectar that was being wasted. 

She was standing in the living room, enthralled, virtually transfixed as she 
watched Marilynn and Connie come together and practically explode. She was 
still holding on to the coffee pot, and she almost dropped it when she heard 
someone on the front porch outside. 

And then they were pounding on the front door and she was sure that they 
simply were not going to go away. 

Marty and Babydoll were in the living room in nothing flat, and Connie and 
Marilynn eased themselves apart. Marilynn seemed dazed, drunk on sex 
perhaps, Lori thought. 

"Everybody hide," Marty said. He looked at Eric, who was still buttoning up 
his pants. "You got some clothes on. You answer the door. 

Get rid of them. You fuck up, and your mother and sister get it right in the 
guts where it will hurt for a long time before they die. Now, move and tell 
your little story and be real smart about things." 

Eric was frightened, and Lori was worried about him. He was a dumb kid in 
many ways, but he was a dear, too. She wished that she could help him 
because he was too liable to get himself hurt. 

If there was a cop at the door Eric would shake and look white and scared, 
and the cop would sense that all was not as it should be in their happy 
home. 

Marty and the others hid behind doors and Marilynn went into the bedroom. 
Lori was told to go along, too, but she slid behind the drapes that 
concealed a closet for clothes just as Eric opened the front door. 

She could see clearly. There was a very nice looking young man at the door. 
He was dressed in a groovy suit and a good shirt. 

"Hi," he said, "my name is Dick Edge. The real estate people sent me over to 
make sure that you are all right." 

The young man pushed Eric backward and then he was inside and closed the 
door behind him. 

A moment later he was staring down the barrel of Marty's gun. Lori watched 
him very closely, and she noticed one thing that cheered her somewhat. 

The young man did not seem to be scared. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Marty walked out and faced the young man who had forced his way into the 
house. He moved the gun in his fist, and the young man raised his hands 
high. 

Marty put his hand into the man's pocket and took out a wallet. Babydoll, 
pulling her quickly donned press tight together, walked out into the living 
room. 

Marilynn felt a sudden sense of disaster. She was sure that Marty was going 
to kill the young man. He was examining everything in the wallet, and then 
he handed the gun to Babydoll. She held it in her tiny hand, aiming it 
menacingly at the newcomer. 

"You make one little move, mister," she said, "and I'll blow a hole in you 
that will let a truck through. This is a .357 Magnum and they can really do 
damage." 

"You don't have to explain to him about guns," Marty said disgustedly. "He's 
a shamus. A goddamn private eye." 

Babydoll grinned. "How about that?" she said. 

The young man let his arms fall down so that they were at his sides. He 
grinned at Babydoll. 

"You mind if I sit down, dearie?" 

"Marty will want to frisk you. Then you can sit down." 

Marty stepped close and slid his hand over the man's body in a practiced 
way. He stepped back. 

"He's clean." Marty opened the man's wallet and began reading and talking at 
the same time. "His name is Richard Edge, he is thirty-two, single, and an 
investigator for an insurance company." 

Babydoll grinned at the young man. "You got a miserable future, Dickie boy. 
Maybe you ain't got no future at all." 

Connie moved out of his hiding place. He had a pair of pants on and nothing 
else. Marilynn and Lori moved back into the bedroom, and while Marty and the 
others were busy with the private detective they got into some clothes. Lori 
reached for Marilynn's hand, and they held on to each other for a time. Then 
they moved out so that they could join the others and watch what was going 
on. 

Connie danced up close to the detective. He had a gun in his hand, too. 

"How the hell did you find us?" he demanded. 

"Accident. Pure accident. I figured that you had to hole up someplace, and 
when I check a house I walk into it. I can't tell anything by standing on 
the front porch and letting a person lie to me because somebody inside is 
holding a gun on them. So I force my way and look for myself." 

Marty grinned at the man. "You did real good this time. I don't think that 
you are going to bother folks any more." 

Dick Edge looked at Marilynn, and she could tell that he liked her and 
thought her nice and pretty, too. All of this she learned from the varied 
glances he sent her way. 

"You're going to kiss me," Dick Edge said. 

"Well, yeah, sure," Babydoll said. She giggled. "You get to do lots of 
things first, though. We were having us a little orgy when you came banging 
on the door. Now, if you like to fuck and suck, you're gonna have a nice 
time. You feel that you don't want to get into the spirit of things, then 
you can go now." 

Dick Edge stared at Babydoll. He did not seem to believe her, and Marilynn 
felt impelled to say something to him. 

"It's true," she said. "They are all sex maniacs and they gave us a choice. 
Do as we were told to do and live a bit longer, or refuse to obey them and 
die now." 

Dick Edge looked at Marilynn in a way that made her face burn. 

"I hope that I can become a participant in the fun and games," he said 
gravely. "I hope especially that I get to enjoy you. You are nice, you are 
lovely, and I will remember at all times that you and I are doing the 
bidding of pigs." 

Babydoll snickered. "Us pigs better send somebody outside to look around and 
put this guy's car away. Maybe we better put her car in the garage, too. 
Question is, who do we send out to take care of something like that?" 

"Send the boy," Marty suggested. "A kid that old is bound to know how to 
drive. Connie and I will get the garage open and he can drive the two cars 
inside. Give the kid your keys, shamus." 

Dick Edge did not argue. He put his hand into his coat pocket and gave a 
ring of keys to Eric. Babydoll sat down in one of the big living room 
chairs. She was pointing the gun at the detective, and he sighed and sat 
down, too. 

Marty and Connie took Eric with them out into the garage. They were gone for 
some time. There was a remote control gadget close to where Babydoll was 
sitting. She picked it up and used it and the TV set came to life. She kept 
pressing buttons until she got a newscast that showed pictures of Babydoll 
and Marty and Connie. They were all prison pictures, and Babydoll was sullen 
about the way she looked on TV. Marilynn sat and watched the program and 
wondered if she and the children would be rescued. Dick Edge was close to 
her, and he must have guessed what she was thinking about. 

"I only found this place by accident," he said. "I wouldn't count on the 
marines arriving in the nick of time, or anything like that. The cops have 
already checked this place out. They have checked out every hiding place 
that there is around here." 

Marilyn gave him a grateful look. She could feel the wetness of tears on her 
cheeks, and she was sure that they were tears of frustration and 
helplessness that she had no control over. 

Babydoll was intensely interested in what the announcer was saying on the TV 
set. 

"Police have now decided that their roadblocks were a waste of time. It has 
been theorized that the robber band had accomplices waiting with a 
helicopter or a boat and are now on their way into Mexico. This is the only 
theory that makes sense, the police say. But there is a quiet determination 
on the part of all of those involved in the chafe to catch this bunch of mad 
dogs before they can kill other helpless old ladies." 

"Fuck off, you bastard," Babydoll exclaimed angrily. She pressed the button 
and the TV went off. 

Dick Edge reached into his pocket and Babydoll's gun lifted to threaten him. 
He took out a pack of cigarettes and smiled at Babydoll. He lit a cigarette 
and put the match in the tray. 

"You won't like what people say about you, Babydoll," the detective said. 
"They are calling you mad dogs and that is just what you and your friends 
are." 

Babydoll snickered at that. "You better hope that we ain't mad dogs, because 
we don't like fuzz, even if they are just peepers. You going to spend lots 
of time sucking my sweet little cunt, and I know that Connie and Marty will 
make you suck their cocks, so you better hope we ain't mad dogs. 'Cause that 
way you would wind up with rabies. You won't care much, though. You'll go 
like the others, but you won't die with a hardon, I'll guarantee you that." 

Dick Edge smiled at Babydoll. "You know, if you pull that trigger it will 
make a hell of a racket and you'll have company here in a hurry." 

"You wanna bet?" 

She pointed the gun directly at his head, and he shook his head. 

"You got too damned many clothes on," Babydoll said. "You stand up and take 
them off. I'll tell you when you can stop." 

Marilynn, watching, felt sorry for the detective. He seemed to be a nice 
person, but he was no match for Babydoll. She liked his looks. He had gentle 
brown eyes and a quick, wide smile and dark brown curly hair, and he was 
tall and slender. She blushed as she realized that she was looking at him 
with covetous eyes. 

Dick Edge stood and took his coat off. He was wearing a light brown suit, 
and he was careful of the jacket. When he removed it, he was careful to fold 
it and then drape it across the chair back. He removed his tie, and then 
when Babydoll waved the gun at him indicatively he removed his shirt and his 
undershirt, too. He was very muscular, Marilynn thought. Perhaps he was a 
weightlifter. He certainly had the build for it. She noticed that there was 
little shyness in him. He stared Babydoll right in the eyes, and when she 
told him to take everything off he sighed, glanced apologetically at 
Marilynn, and then took his shoes off, his socks and his pants. He stood, 
splendid in his shorts, and Babydoll was gazing, almost transfixed, at the 
bulge in the cloth. She licked her lips, and her eyes had a wet, slick look 
in them. She waved the gun, and Dick Edge shrugged. He slipped his shorts 
off, and when he stood Marilynn thought that he was really quite a man. His 
balls dangled beneath a thick, limp cock that had been circumcised, and when 
he glanced at her she blushed because he had caught her staring at his 
genitals with an admiring look. She turned away so that he wouldn't see her 
embarrassment, but he had other problems. 

Babydoll was looking at the detective's cock, too, and she was licking her 
lips constantly. 

"We will have lots of fun with that pretty thing," she said. "You just wait 
and see." 

Lori was looking at Dick Edge's manly sexual development, and-the way she 
was staring at it suggested that Lori was growing up. Marilynn was filled 
with a sudden sense of utter desolation, certain that her life was coming to 
an inglorious end, and she wished for a moment that she could do something 
heroic and fine and noble. 

There was a heavy thudding noise outside that sounded like the garage door 
closing. A moment later Connie and Eric and Marty returned to the living 
room. 

Marty stared at Dick Edge. "Well," he said, grinning, "ain't he something? 
He's quite a man, that boy." 

Babydoll giggled. "Now that you got everything put away, let's get everybody 
into the bedroom. I'll fix you for a while, and you can hold gun on these 
babies while I have some fun with them. All right, Marty baby?" 

"Sure, honey." 

Babydoll waved her big handgun, and Marilynn moved off toward the bedroom 
with a type of obedience and compliance that disgusted her. She was 
surrendering as easily as any slut. Maybe she was like those people who 
loved going to meetings that the sex clubs had because they knew that they 
would be forced to do things that they would not ordinarily do. She had read 
a lot about such types, and she was sure that they were sorry little 
hypocrites. 

Maybe she was a sorry little hypocrite, too. 

"We are going to have us a lovely little party," Babydoll said. "And the 
first person who gives me any trouble is going to bleed a little. So you 
just be nice and cooperative and no one gets hurt." 

Marty began getting out of his pants, and that was all that he had on. When 
he stood up and faced them, Marilynn could see that he had an enormous 
erection. Babydoll had little interest in Marty's stiff cock. She was gazing 
at Dick Edge's organs, and when she stepped close to him her hands began 
fondling his dangling balls and his limp cock. She stepped close to him and 
her mouth captured his. She was using her hands on him expertly, and he 
shivered, Marilynn saw, when Babydoll began kissing him. She stepped back 
and they could see that he had an erection. His cock was standing up tight 
against his belly, and Babydoll was holding it and manipulating it slowly. 
Her thumb was rubbing the tiny opening, and Dick Edge groaned. He glanced at 
Marilynn apologetically. 

"You come on over here, honey," Marty said to Lori. 

She obeyed him, and Dick Edge watched with a strange look in his eyes as 
Marty put his hands on Lori and quickly peeled her clothes off her. Marty 
turned Lori around, and she sat down in his lap while his immense cock slid 
up inside her. Marilynn was appalled to notice that Lori seemed to accept it 
with a wriggling, squirming motion that obviously furnished her with a great 
deal of pleasure. Marilynn wondered if Lori, resigned to imminent death, was 
simply behaving naturally and trying to enjoy as much pleasure as possible 
before her life was snuffed out. Marty put his hands over Lori's lovely 
young breasts and his fingers began kneading them, squeezing the nipples, 
and Lori began shivering and squirming. It was obvious that she was having a 
grand orgasm while Marty moved his hips up and down and screwed her very 
callously. 

Babydoll was slowly masturbating Dick Edge. He stood gazing into Babydoll's 
eyes, and Marilynn saw, with sickening disappointment, that he was enjoying 
Babydoll's attentions. 

Babydoll slid down onto her knees and sucked Dick Edge's cock into spending 
quickly, copiously, and when the detective's organ began to erupt Babydoll's 
hand holding his staff became a blur as she forced all that she could get 
from him. When she took her mouth off his inflamed cock, she licked her lips 
and then pulled him down onto the mattress with her. 

"That was nice to start with," she said. "Now we're going to have some real 
fun. You just wait till I get out of these damned duds, mister. Then I want 
that nice big cock where it will do the most good." 

"Will I get syphilis?" Dick Edge asked sarcastically. 

Babydoll giggled. "It won't matter, honey. You won't really be living for 
too much longer." 

She got up onto her knees and got out of her blouse. Dick Edge was gazing at 
her breasts in a way that pleased her. He moved and his mouth captured one 
of her nipples, and Babydoll sighed with a great sound of pleasure. 

"You suck mama nicely," she said, "and when you've got to go I'll do it to 
you myself, so it will be quick and easy." 

Dick Edge moved his mouth so that he could lean back and stare at Babydoll. 

"Thanks," he said. "Thank you very much." 

Babydoll missed his sarcasm. "It's okay," she said. "Marty and Connie like 
to fuck around a lot. They get their kicks from mutilating and cutting and 
like that. I'll take care of you personally. No sweat." 

Marilynn was watching, and she obeyed Connie without a word when he told her 
that he wanted her to get undressed. It pleased her to notice that Dick Edge 
took every opportunity to look at her. She could see a look in his eyes that 
told her he thought her very pretty, and that delighted her, encouraged her, 
in a way that she did not try to define. 

She watched as Babydoll got out of the cruddy slacks she was wearing, and 
when Dick Edge gazed at Babydoll's privates with an interested attitude she 
could not blame him. Babydoll was very nicely made, and her tiny rose petals 
of supersensitive flesh would appeal to any man. She felt a moment of envy, 
surprisingly, when Babydoll pulled Dick Edge down on top of her. She watched 
with a remarkable intentness as Babydoll's fingers guided the detective's 
big cock into her tiny sheath. Babydoll shoved her hips forward, swallowing 
Dick Edge's cock with her eager, lusting body, and then she was constantly 
in motion. Her legs went around Dick's back, her heels dug into his 
buttocks, and then she went wild with a crazed, sexual frenzy that all but 
tore her apart. 

Marilynn watched them all the while that Connie was licking her vulva. He 
began sucking on her, and she was filled with her own juices, but that was 
not enough for him. 

He was on the mattress with her, and he told Eric that he was to fuck 
Marilynn when he was told to do it. Then Connie was beneath her and she was 
astride him. He forced her to accept his penis into her mouth, and then she 
was sucking him and Eric was screwing her and an avalanche of intensely 
pleasant sensations overcame her and she forgot about everything else for a 
long time. When Connie finally let her alone she realized that darkness had 
come and the room's bright lights were on. They were all looking at her, and 
she could feel her skin prickling with embarrassment. 

Babydoll was sitting up, and Marilynn could see the thick white juices 
oozing from her pale pink creases. Babydoll wanted Lori, and when she looked 
at Lori as she settled down where Babydoll wanted her she noticed that 
Lori's little cunt was overflowing. Marilynn watched, shocked, as Babydoll 
and Lori moved their lean young bodies into a perfect sixty-nine. It was 
obvious that Lori had suddenly become a very willing partner, and Babydoll 
was just as avid when she encountered the slippery flesh of Lori's sopping 
vulva. They were fierce and frenzied with each other, and Marilynn watched 
it all with a shocked, resigned stare. 

Connie and Marty were watching it all, too. Marty had the long, limber knife 
in his hand, and he touched her naked breast with its tip. He pushed gently 
and she could feel the sharp, swift pain in her sensitive flesh. 

She realized that she was filled to overflowing with the fruits of her 
experiences with Connie and Eric, and she was quite content to lie down and 
spread out when Marty told her to do it. 

And then Babydoll was in action again. She told Lori that Marilynn was ripe 
for her eager little mouth. Shockingly, Lori crept between her thighs, and 
Marilynn shivered with a new and exceptional ecstasy as she felt Lori's 
little tongue licking at her tender flesh. Lori's mouth glued itself to her 
flowing well, and she was certain that Lori was enjoying what she was doing. 

Babydoll turned her attention to Eric, and it was somewhat distressing to 
see the way Eric was willing to make love to the little fiend called 
Babydoll. 

Connie and Marty and Dick Edge were resting, smoking cigarettes and trying 
to get their strength back. She began to feel the rising surges of a 
monumental orgasm beginning deep within her person, and she was weeping, 
overpowered by sensations too intense to fight. Lori's little tongue and 
greedy little mouth were doing lovely things to her, and she was sure that 
Lori had succumbed to the lure of hedonism and was deliberately and candidly 
enjoying her own exaggerated sensuality. 

Marilynn wished that she could do the same. 

She floated for a long time as her body seethed and shook with many violent 
eruptions, and then she slept. She did not intend to fall asleep, but 
exhaustion set in. 

Babydoll woke her, demanding that she get up and begin to fix something to 
eat. Marilynn reached for a robe, but Babydoll stopped her. 

"You don't need a robe, honey. You just go about your work, and we'll keep 
an eye on you." 

Dick Edge was asleep on one of the mattresses, probably exhausted, Marilynn 
supposed. She went off to the kitchen while Marty and Babydoll and Connie 
went into the living room. They demanded coffee, and she was pleased when 
Lori and Eric came out into the kitchen to help her with the preparations 
for supper. 

Lori stepped closer to her, and she was very much amazed when Lori kissed 
her on the mouth. Lori was smiling at her and seemed to be quite happy. 

"I don't care about what they make us do," Lori said. "I love you so much 
and I like doing things to you. Is that awful?" 

"I suppose it is," Marilynn said. A swift surge of raw emotion swept over 
her and she embraced Lori tightly, conscious of a boundless love for the 
pretty youngster. Eric watched them with a funny little smile on his face. 
Marilynn reached for him with one hand and pulled him close. Then she was 
hugging both of the youngsters. 

"If we are to die," she said, "I hope that we can be forgiven for what we 
have done with each other or to each other." 

Eric stepped back and looked at Lori, and she made a funny, shrugging motion 
with her bare shoulders. 

"Lori and I have been screwing for a long time," he said. "We just didn't 
tell you about it." 

"Oh, no," Marilynn said, decidedly dismayed and distressed with the 
unexpected disclosure. 

"It doesn't matter now," Lori said. "But you might just as well know about 
us. We are real sexpots and we can't help it." 

Marilynn looked at the two young people she adored and began to cry. Lori 
hugged her, and then she felt the liquid warmth of Lori's mouth oh her own 
and it was a nice feeling, a truly wonderful sensation. 

"Don't worry about us," Lori said. "We will take our chances with the devil 
or whoever. We did what we wanted to do and nobody is at fault. It is just 
the way things are." 

"I guess so," Marilynn said helplessly. 

Babydoll walked out into the kitchen and grinned when she saw Marilynn and 
Lori spring apart. She seemed to assume that they were plotting an escape or 
something equally desperate. 

"Don't even think about it," she said. "You wouldn't live long enough to get 
out the door, and if you did Marty or Connie would come after you. Just keep 
your mind on doing what you are told to do and everything will work out just 
fine." 

Babydoll wanted pork chops for dinner, and she told Marilynn what vegetables 
to cook and then went back into the living room. As she moved around the 
kitchen, doing the things she had been told to do, Marilynn could hear the 
loudness of the TV set, and there was a quality of normalcy in the scene. 
And then she became aware of the nudity of the youngsters and her own 
nakedness, too, and all semblance of normalcy vanished. 

Babydoll was fiddling with-the remote-control gadget. She tuned in a news 
broadcast that was concerned with the young trio of killers, and Babydoll 
was very much interested. 

Marilynn got the food prepared for cooking, glad to have Lori's help and 
Eric's, too. It distressed her to realize that she was constantly stealing 
looks at the nude bodies of the children. Eric's manly sexual organs were 
extremely appealing, and Lori's body was glorious. The cute round bottom was 
alluring, the lovely young breasts were entrancing, constantly attracting 
her gaze, and she found her eyes too often on Lori's crotch and that worried 
her. She wondered if she had gotten so loose that she was now indulging in 
lesbian tendencies. 

She served the group in the living room some coffee after Marty called out 
to her that they wanted some. Eric and Lori sat down at the kitchen table 
and poured some coffee for them first. Then she carried the percolator into 
the living room. 

Marty and Connie were sitting in chairs, their eyes glued to the TV set. 
Marilynn poured coffee for them. Marty stopped her as she started to return 
to the kitchen. 

"Babydoll will want some, too," he said. "She's in the other room kind of 
checking on that detective fella. Seems Connie tapped his skull a little 
when he wouldn't suck Connie's cock. I think he will be a very good boy when 
he comes to. You fix us some eats and then we're gonna think about taking a 
swim. Kind of clean everybody off and give us a fresh start. The cunts 
around here are beginning to smell a little ripe." 

Marilynn stood still while Marty put his hands on her buttocks. His touch 
was a caress, really, and she let him open her legs and tried to endure the 
touch of his hand in her most intimate places without reacting, but she 
could not manage to do it. He slipped his fat finger up inside of her organ, 
and laughed at her utter disintegration when she began an orgasm. 

"Don't let it bother you so damned much, baby," he said. "After all, you are 
human. Or, maybe you're not." 

She was too excited and stimulated to heed anything that he might say to 
her. She saw Babydoll return to the room, but she was not interested. 
Babydoll did grin at her, but in a sympathetic way. She knew that she was 
drenching Marty's palm, but she could do nothing to change things. He 
finally took his hand away, and she was mildly appalled to see him push his 
finger into his mouth and suck it. He licked the juice from his palm, too, 
and Babydoll tilted her head and smiled at him. 

"I'll give you some more, if you want it," she said. 

Marty smiled. He glanced at Connie, who was busy watching the rehash of the 
newscasts. He crooked his finger at Babydoll, and she went to him. She was 
naked except for a shirt that she wore. It was wide open concealing nothing. 
She wore it so that she could use the pocket for her cigarettes. 

Marty stood and kissed Babydoll, then pushed her into the chair. She moved 
her butt out to the edge, and Marty knelt so that he could lick the deep red 
crease between her legs. Babydoll began rewarding him immediately. 

Marilynn watched for a moment, fascinated. Then she saw that Dick Edge was 
awake again. He staggered into the living room, and Marilynn could see the 
trickle of blood that had dried on his cheek. She stifled a small sound of 
sympathy and went over to the detective so that she could look at the wound 
in his head. Babydoll was watching her, and she giggled, but Marilynn did 
not know if Babydoll was laughing at her concern for Dick Edge or because 
Marty's flickering tongue was forcing her into a splendid orgasm. Babydoll 
was a real sexpot, and she enjoyed every possible moment of pleasure, then 
sighed and leaned back again in her chair. 

"Take him out into the kitchen and fix his head," Babydoll said. "It won't 
make much difference when we give it to him, but I don't like all that 
damned blood around," 

"I'll do what I can," Marilynn said. 

"Sure, you will," Babydoll said. "You are a real bleeding heart. Send that 
nice young boy of yours in here for a while. I want to suck him." 

Marilynn shivered, affronted by Babydoll's candor. 

She took Dick Edge's hand and he went along with her, docile, uncaring, and 
she wondered if he had lost his senses because of the blow. She hoped not. 

When she got into the kitchen, she checked on the cooking food, then smiled 
at Eric a bit pityingly and told him that Babydoll wanted him in the living 
room. Lori smiled as she stood up to help with Dick Edge's wound. 

"I'll get the first aid kit," Lori said crisply. 

She went off to the bathroom, and Dick Edge stood still in front of the 
sink. His eyes were open but they seemed to be unfocussed, and Marilynn was 
very worried. She liked Dick Edge. She liked him very much, and she had no 
idea why. She washed her hands and began bathing his wound, gently, 
gingerly. His cock rubbed against her pubis and she worked, and she noticed 
that he had an erection. She ached with a sudden desire to do something 
about his condition. She wished that she was the kind who could simply take 
the bull by the horns or the man by the penis and go on from there. 

Lori came back with the first aid kit while she was still thinking about 
things. She gazed at Dick Edge's cock with open-mouthed interest. She put 
her hand on the stiff red prong and began moving it up and down. Marilynn 
was trying to dress the small wound in the detective's head, but Lori's hand 
motions were making him dance around. 

"Lori," Marilynn said, exasperated, "stop. You are awful. I had no idea that 
you were like you are. I am surprised by your behavior." 

Lori sighed. "I could have told you," she said. 

Lori kissed Dick Edge on the lips and then slid down onto her knees. She put 
her mouth over his cock and used her hand to jerk him off while her hollowed 
cheeks sucked his organ in a frenzied effort to make him come. She succeeded 
quickly, and Marilynn stopped what she was doing and simply watched as Lori 
sucked Dick Edge's cock till it was limp again. Lori slid her mouth off it 
and stood up. Her pretty young face was slack, sort of puffy, and her eyes 
were much too shiny. She was licking her lips, her superb little breasts 
moving up and down as she struggled for wind. 

Marilynn stared at Lori, astonished by her evident enjoyment of the moment. 
Lori gave her a crooked grin. She shrugged her pretty shoulders as she 
reached for a cigarette from the pack on the countertop. 

"After all," Lori said, "We might as well enjoy our lives. We may all be 
dead tomorrow." 

"Even without that threat hanging over us," Marilynn said primly, "I think 
you would do the same things. I had no idea, Lori. I think that you are 
utterly depraved." 

"All right," Lori said, turning to face Marilynn. "Do you have to stop 
loving me because of the way I am?" 

Marilynn was deftly attending to the wound on Dick Edge's head. He stood 
with the patient, catatonic stillness of the unconscious, and Marilynn was 
very worried about him. 

"Lori," she said quickly and positively, "I love you and Eric dearly, and 
nothing will change that. I can't help it." 

Lori made a soft little sound of joy and moved close so that she could kiss 
Marilynn's mouth. She whispered words against Marilynn's soft, wet lips, and 
she was giggling. 

"I am just dying to go down on you, Marilynn dear. I just can't help it. I 
want to fuck with Eric and you, too. I know I have no scruples, but I know, 
too, that I like what I do. If that means that you won't love me any more, I 
can't help it." 

Marilynn shook her head, deploring her own helplessness. 

"You know that I love you and Eric no matter what you do." 

"I wish there was some way for us to get out of this," Lori said. "Think of 
all the fun that you and Eric and I could have, now that we know what we are 
really like." 

Marilynn affixed a wide bandage to Dick Edge's wound and she was done. She 
turned to face Lori, and her face was stiff with a new type of strain. 

"If you think that I would carry on with you kids at home," she said, "you 
are very much mistaken." 

Lori laughed. She reached out to grasp Dick Edge's sexual equipment and 
began to fondle his balls and his cock. 

"We wouldn't leave you alone any more," Lori said. "Eric says that you are a 
sweet fuck. 

He loves balling you, and he loves eating you, too. And I seem to enjoy 
making it with another girl just as well as with a guy, so we would have 
grand times." 

Marilynn sighed. She could feel her skin crawling and tingling as she 
realized that Lori was probably telling the truth. She was a neophyte in the 
garden of voluptuous sensations, but like all of those who wandered in such 
labyrinths she was becoming an ardent convert to hedonistic bliss. That 
worried her. Then she remembered that she and the others had no future and 
it just did not matter any more. It was just not important. 

She took Dick Edge's hand, and he let her lead him over to a chair. He sat 
when he was told to do it, and when she lit a cigarette and put it into his 
hand he began smoking it and his coloring began to come back. 

Marilynn sat down in front of him and leaned forward so that she could take 
his face in her palms and look into his eyes. When he smiled at her she felt 
very much relieved. 

Her breasts were sticking out at him, and when he lifted his hands and 
cupped them she started to pull herself away and then changed her mind. She 
liked his touch, and she had the feeling that he needed to know that she 
liked him and welcomed his touch. Lori was standing, leaning against the 
countertop, her superb young body glistening in the light, her breasts 
jutting forward, her legs long and slim and gloriously sculpted. She put her 
hand down between her legs and casually rubbed her clit until she climaxed. 
It was a gesture that was practically automatic. 

Dick Edge's hands were hurting Marilynn, squeezing her sensitive flesh, and 
it shocked her when his harsh handling of her breasts induced orgasms in her 
excited person. 

Babydoll walked into the kitchen and put an end to their interest in each 
other. 

"The grub should be ready by now," she said. "Fix our plates and bring them 
into the living room. After we eat, we're all going down to the beach and 
wash the stink off of us. Eric won't be going with us. He has had hisself a 
bad time. I think I kinda sucked too much out of him for the nonce. So we 
are staking him out on the bed, and if any of you get any screwy ideas when 
we are at the beach, Eric pays for it. Marty will sink a shiv into the kid 
and that will be it. Maybe we will cut his balls off first and feed them to 
the fishes. I like to do things like that. 

"So you all think it all over. We'll eat and then go for a swim and some fun 
and games on the beach. Marty wants some more of your kid's cute little ass 
and maybe Connie wants some of yours again. Right now, I just want to eat 
and then get rinsed off, so you hurry up and get going." 

Babydoll turned and walked away from them. 

Lori was gazing at her and Marilynn wanted to say something reassuring to 
her, but she didn't really have anything encouraging to say to anybody at 
this particular moment. 

Dick Edge let go of her breasts, and Marilynn sat back in her chair for a 
moment. She was trying to decide how to serve the food. Lori began getting 
dishes out, and Marilynn gave Dick Edge a warm smile as she stood up and 
began her work in the kitchen. 

Dick Edge began speaking abruptly. "I visited a nudist colony once," he 
said. "It was just like this." 

Marilynn turned to look at him and smiled, relieved by his appearance and 
the look of admiration that was in his eyes. 

"You are better," she said. 

"I'm better," he said. "Thank you for your help. I'm sure you saved my life 
for the time being." 

His gratitude made her feel embarrassed. 

"I didn't really do very much." 

He stood and went close to Lori. She had been putting food on a plate. 

"Here," he said. "Let me help." 

He began carrying the plates into the living room, and Marilynn watched him 
as he moved. She liked watching him. She liked looking at him. She liked 
him. Period. 

She sighed. It was such a shame that she found a guy she could like and 
probably make it with at a time when her life was close to its end. 

She fixed plates of food for everyone, her mind busy with thoughts of what 
life might be like if she had Dick Edge at home with her. If they were 
married and living happily ever afterward. 

It would be so nice. She could come home from the job and find Dick Edge 
already at home and she would have to wonder if Lori, her little minx, had 
already fucked him or sucked him before she got home. Too, she would have to 
wonder if Eric had fucked Lori or if they had sucked each other, or if Dick 
had joined both of them in an orgy of imaginative activities. Her face 
burned and her body began to shake as she realized that life like that might 
not be all bad. She loved Lori and Eric and wanted them to be happy and 
enjoy life. And she was sure that they loved each other and they loved her. 
Too, surprisingly, they were both quite fond of their new friend, Dick Edge. 

She shivered as she realized that she couldn't honestly say that. She 
couldn't say that at all. 

She loved him. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

She wished that she could let the sea swallow her and get it all over with 
right away, but the instinct to live and to survive was much too powerful 
and compelling. 

It was warm and the sea was calm and refreshing. The others were in the 
water close at hand, and she thought of swimming far out into the heavy 
swells and then escaping. It looked to be so easy, but it was really quite 
impossible. Poor Eric. They had him tied hand and foot to the four-poster, 
and he was sleeping now. Babydoll had used him too extensively, and pure 
exhaustion drove him into slumber. 

Marilynn glanced at Lori, swimming a few feet away from her. She was close 
to Dick Edge, and the way she was looking at him was just too predatory to 
be decent. But no one was decent any more. Not in this bunch. 

It bothered her to have to realize that she was trying to live through an 
ordeal that was to be her final one and using the same rules that would be 
expected to govern ordinary conduct in ordinary circumstances. She watched 
Lori as she put her arms around Dick Edge's neck. They kissed shamelessly 
and energetically as they stood in water that covered everything but their 
heads. She was standing in the water, too, and trying to stifle a feeling of 
desolation and despair that simply would not go away. 

She could barely see the fence on either end of the property, but she knew 
that it ended any hope they might have of getting too far away from the 
house. She supposed that they could be clever and slink away in the depths 
of the sea, but that would put a quick and horrible end to Eric's life. 

Connie had decided that he didn't really want to swim. He would stay in the 
house and watch the TV, he said. 

Babydoll had snickered when he said that. 

"Sure, Connie," she said. "We know. There are some good shows on tonight. 
And when you get tired of that you can find a news program and find out what 
they are saying about us." 

Connie licked his thin lips and nodded at Marty and Babydoll. "Yeah," he 
said. "I'll be all right." 

"Leave the boy alone," Babydoll said. "I drained him dry. You go giving him 
some action he won't work right again for days. When I empty a guy, I do a 
good job. You know how it is with me, Connie baby." 

"I know how it is with you," Connie said sourly. "You just go ahead. I'll 
take care of things here." 

Babydoll gave him a long, hard look, and her pretty little mouth puckered as 
she thought about things. 

"We want to find that kid alive when we get back from swimming," Babydoll 
said. "You do anything to hurt him and I'll slip a shiv into you myself. 
Right in the balls where it will really hurt. You hear?" 

Connie nodded. He was very close to tears. "I hear," he said. 

They left the house then and began making their way down to the beach. There 
was a moon, and Marilynn could hear Babydoll talking to Marty as they 
followed everyone else. 

"Why isn't Doug here by now?" Babydoll asked. "I am ready to get away from 
here as soon as we can." 

Marty said, "I told you over and over. We told Doug to pick us up here three 
days after we did the job. He is supposed to anchor right out here and then 
swim in to tell us that he is ready to take us to Ensenada. If we tried to 
make a run for it this close to the job, they would nab us for sure. Our 
only hope is for them to think that we got away. That's what we are hoping 
for now. In the meanwhile, we got each other and we got the guppies to play 
games with. What more do you want?" 

"I want to spend some of the goddamn money," Babydoll said, petulantly. 

"You'll get to spend the money," Marty said soothingly. 

There was a time of silence while they continued walking down to the water's 
edge. 

Then Babydoll snickered. "You do it to Connie, will you?" 

"Why don't you do it? Christ sake, you the one brought him around. You 
should be the one to give him the shiv. I thought you liked it when you 
could slip the steel in and watch them flop around trying to fight it. You 
said it made you cream your jeans." 

"It does. But I just can't face Connie's big eyes when it dawns on him that 
you and me want to split it all two ways. That is going to hurt him real 
bad. Real bad." 

"He won't be in pain long. Just give it to him and let it go at that." 

"I guess it's gonna be a blood bath," Babydoll said. "I sure as hell hate to 
kill off all of the company we got. Maybe we could keep the boy and the 
girl. You know, the boy for me and the girl for you. Or maybe we could use 
'em both ways. They are too damned young and too pretty to die. I hate to 
see 'em go." 

Marty snorted. "You think about it. It's them or us. We ain't got no time 
for excess baggage. Any time you want an extra cock I'll go out and get you 
one. If I want an extra cunt or two, I can go out and get them, too." 

Bitterly, Babydoll said, "You're awful goddamn good at doing that. I sure 
found that out." She laughed and flipped a cigarette butt out into the 
darkness that was settling around them. "I sure fixed that silly little 
bitch in Scranton. She went off to the John to fix her face up so that she'd 
be real pretty for you. You're the one promised that we'd take her along. 
You shoulda seen her face when I walked in on her. She was sitting on the 
John swabbing out her twat and that was the last thing she ever did. I slid 
the knife right into her tit and she just gasped a little and then she died. 
I went out and left her sitting there." 

"That's why you were so damned eager to get us back on the road again. I 
wondered why the babe changed her mind." 

"She didn't change her mind all by herself, Marty. She had help." 

They were at the beach then, and Dick Edge and Marty spread the blankets 
they had been carrying on the sand. Lori had some things in her arms, and 
she put them down. Babydoll had brought her portable radio and there were 
plenty of towels, but the way the blankets were placed there were two 
separate islands, and Marilynn was not too surprised to see that Babydoll 
had some very definite inclinations now that she had Marty all to herself. 

Babydoll told her and Lori and Dick Edge to go for a swim and get rinsed 
off. They obeyed her because it had gotten to be policy to obey Babydoll, 
but as she moved into the sea Marilynn noticed that Babydoll was on her back 
on the blanket. Marty was settling down on top of her, and the tiny little 
squeals of delight that came from Babydoll suggested what she and Marty were 
doing. 

Marilynn moved out into the sea and swam for a time, then she floated. 
Finally she stood in the water, and when she noticed that Dick Edge was 
close to her she was glad to see him. She was much too conscious of him as a 
person, as a man, and she wondered if he knew that she was affected. 

He stood for a time looking at the couple on the beach, watching them. Then 
he turned to look at Marilynn. 

"The way they feel about each other might be the one chance that we need," 
Dick Edge said quietly. 

Marilynn didn't answer him, but she could see that he was looking into her 
face intently. The moonlight was bright, and they could see Babydoll and 
Marty and the things that they were doing quite clearly. 

"I think that she used to be Connie's girl," Dick Edge said. "Now she wants 
Marty, and she wants Connie killed so that they can split all of the loot. 
Connie has a genuine liking for you, or your body. I've noticed that. If you 
get the chance you can tell him what Marty and Babydoll have in mind." 

Lori swam close to them, and then she was standing beside Marilynn, her hair 
plastered down against her skull, her eyes large and luminous in the 
moonlight. 

Marilynn said, "You really think there's a chance that we'll come out of 
this alive?" 

"I hope so," Dick Edge said. 

Lori said, "Marilynn is so damned straight-laced she'll think that she 
should die for the sinning that she has done. That's the way she is." 

Dick Edge smiled at Lori. "I like her just the way she is. I like you just 
the way you are, too. 

But we do have to try to save ourselves. These people are mad dogs, and they 
will kill us just for kicks. The only thing that has kept us alive so far is 
the fact that they get a bigger kick out of sex. And once they have gotten 
tired of us, we can expect to die very soon." 

"What can we do?" Marilynn said. "They threaten and they talk, but I wonder 
if they really would kill Eric if one of us got away. They would be too busy 
trying to escape themselves." 

Dick Edge looked at her probingly. "Do you really believe that? Marilynn 
shook her head. She didn't really believe it. 

A helicopter was up high, some distance away, and Marilynn lifted her gaze, 
trying to locate it. Dick Edge located it. 

"That's a cop "copter," he said. "It will be down close to take a look at us 
after a while. You just watch and see." 

Babydoll and Marty must have suspected the same thing because they were 
suddenly in the water, swimming close. Babydoll had a satisfied look on her 
face as she stood beside Marty, watching them. She shifted her gaze so that 
she could look at the helicopter. It was coming in low and fast, and there 
was a bright spotlight shining down on the water and the area. 

"They will give us a look," Babydoll said. "When they put the light on us, 
everybody wave. Just like we are a gang of real swingers in for a quick dip 
in between ballgames." 

Marilynn watched the police craft as it moved along the beach front. It 
seemed to be scanning the area, and she ached with the urge to scream at the 
occupants, to tell them that she and her children were being held captives 
and being sexually used and abused, but she knew that they would not hear a 
sound. 

Babydoll was watching them all very closely. When the helicopter hovered 
overhead and the light was put on their little group, they waved and the men 
in the police craft waved back. They turned the light out, the helicopter 
moved up the beach, and the light went on again as the police men scanned a 
new area. 

"They're looking for us, I bet," Babydoll said to Marty. "I sure as hell 
will be glad when Doug gets here. How can we be sure that he will get here? 
Maybe he won't be able to get a boat, maybe he will be delayed." 

Marty sighed. He reached for Babydoll and pulled her into a bear hug. 

"I told you all about it," he said. "And I helped Doug buy the boat, so 
don't you worry about anything. Now let's get back to the house. It's 
beginning to get chilly out here." 

"Yeah," Babydoll said. She gave Marilynn and the others a sweeping glance. 
"All right, everybody out of the water. Let's all get up to the house." 

They began swimming toward the shore. They picked up their things on the 
beach, and their time of freedom from the confines of the house was behind 
them. Dick Edge stayed close to her, and Marilynn found his nearness 
somewhat comforting. She was a bit amazed by her calm acceptance of nudity, 
including her own. 

They found Connie still sitting in front of the TV set. He was smoking a 
cigarette and sipping a cup of coffee. He told Marty and Babydoll that there 
was a fresh pot of coffee. Babydoll went into Marilynn's bedroom and came 
back into the living room a few moments later. She went to Connie, her hand 
flashed out, and she slapped his face hard. First one side, then the other. 

"You son of a bitch," she said dully. "I told you to leave the kid alone." 

Marty gave her a worried look. "He kill him?" he asked. 

Babydoll shook her head disgustedly. "No," she said. "Nothing like that, but 
he's been in there sucking the kid's dick ever since we left. The boy told 
me." 

"You care?" Marty asked, grinning. 

"Damned right I care," Babydoll said. "I had plans for him myself. That 
bastard had to go after him, too. That Connie, he likes anything at all. 
Just like a goddamn packrat." 

"You've got me, baby," Marty said. "And that peeper's got him a real 
walloper that you can play with so you shouldn't complain too much. Besides, 
you got Connie's cock to fool around with. You've got plenty to keep you 
busy around here. When the hell do we sleep? It's damned near midnight now. 
We been so busy nobody paid any attention to the time. How are you going to 
handle your little playmates, honey?" 

Babydoll shrugged. "We can think of something. Maybe we'll just tie them up 
and then we can all get some sleep." 

Marilynn wanted to tell them that they had little to fear. She and her 
children were just too worn out to be concerned about anything except sleep 
for the time being. 

Lori looked at her, and Marilynn smiled at her. Lori was such a dear sweet 
girl, a real comfort to her always. She hoped that they would all be able to 
sleep. While she knew that a good night's rest was out of the question, 
perhaps they would be able to get some sleep. 

They were trussed up, after all. Babydoll and Connie and Marty had a 
conference, and then Connie was sent to fetch the rope that had been stashed 
with the materials that Marty's people had concealed in the house. 

Eric was already tied hand and foot on the big bed and when Marilynn spoke 
to him he groaned and failed to answer. Lori went close to him and reported 
that he was all right, just sleeping and moaning in his slumber. 

They were tied separately, trussed up like animals. Marty did it, and he was 
apparently quite skilled with ropes. Marilynn found that she was not too 
uncomfortable, but she was drowsy and exhausted. Dick Edge was very close to 
her, and after the others went out he reached for her hand and held on to 
it. It was a very heartwarming thing for him to do, Marilynn thought. She 
wished that she could say something nice to him, but Marty had taped her 
mouth shut. Just in case, he'd said. 

She tried for sleep, but she lay awake for a long time. She could hear 
Babydoll and Marty and Connie talking out in the living room, and she 
gathered, after a while, that they were counting up their loot, examining 
the articles that they had stolen. She heard them arguing about a diamond 
ring that Marty insisted would be worth nearly thirty or forty thousand 
dollars. Maybe more. 

They kept talking and wrangling, and then it all faded away and she slid 
into a weird sort of sleep. One moment she was sure that she was awake and 
then she was sure that she was asleep. 

She was so close to Dick Edge she could feel the warmth of his naked body on 
hers. She could feel the warmth and the bigness of his sexual organ deep 
within her person, and she was sure that that was fantasy. He was moving 
slowly, and she was enjoying his lovemaking, and then he was shivering and 
squirming and she was bursting with an orgasm that was quite beyond anything 
she had ever experienced, a climax that lasted for a long, extended time of 
magnificent splendor and great bliss. She wished that it would never end, 
and that was so unlike her that she was sure she was dreaming. 

But was she? 

She awoke, and realized that her legs were tied together, but Dick Edge was 
behind her, her bottom was against his lap, and then she knew that she was 
not dreaming. Dick Edge was moving himself in her, and the way he was doing 
it she felt that it was his way of saying that he cared for her and wished 
that they could be together for always. 

She was weeping suddenly, aware that she was trying to make something 
wonderful out of a casual piece of ass. That thought demoralized her, but 
she tried to think no more. She could barely see Lori's body in the 
semi-darkness of the room, and the mattresses were hard and she was suddenly 
uncomfortable. Dick Edge had spent himself within her and then he slept. His 
cock shriveled up and slipped out of her sheath, and she wished that she 
could have stayed linked with him for the whole night. 

She tried to think what death would be like, and her mind went a little 
crazy. She recalled the old catch phrase from childhood, "death before 
dishonor," and she realized that her experiences had completely reversed the 
process. In this group she had been utterly dishonored first, and then she 
would be allowed death. 

And then she fell into a deep and rewarding sleep and thought no more of 
anything. 

When she awoke she discovered that she had been untied and everyone else was 
unfettered, too. Eric was sitting up on the bed, and while she could see the 
red marks on his wrists and ankles, he seemed otherwise all right. He smiled 
at Marilynn as she sat up. Dick Edge was smoking a cigarette and waiting for 
his turn in the bathroom. He smiled at her and reached out and clasped her 
hand. She smiled, too, and then she became aware of the brilliant sunlight 
that was pouring in. 

Lori came out of the bathroom, and she looked fit and heartbreakingly 
lovely. Her breasts were snowy white in the sunshine. Her buttocks were 
white too, but the rest of her body was tanned and glistening with health. 

Marty put his head through the doorway and looked longingly at Marilynn and 
then at Lori. It was plain that he was hoping to use both of them. 

"Let's have some food on the table," he said. "We're getting a little tired 
of waiting. You broads going to be no use to us, we might as well get rid of 
you now." 

He went away again and Marilynn let Dick Edge help her to her feet. He held 
her hand for a moment. 

"Maybe I should say I'm sorry," he said meaningfully, "but I'm not. I'm 
really not sorry at all. I don't know how much longer we have, but I have to 
tell you, I never knew anyone I liked as much as I like you. I had to tell 
you." 

Marilynn made a sad little smile at him. 

"I feel the same way about you," she said. 

Babydoll walked into the room. She was wearing a wide-open blouse and a 
smile. Nothing else. She gazed at Marilynn and her smile dimmed. 

"You stupid son of a bitch," she said, "you were told to get into the 
kitchen and get us something to eat. You feel you don't want to do what 
you're told to do, I can make you move or make you dead. Which way do you 
want it?" 

"I'll get busy right away," Marilynn said nervously. "Please don't hurt 
anybody." 

Marilynn hurried out of the bedroom. She got things under way in the 
kitchen, and she was pleased when Lori came out to help her. She couldn't 
help glancing up from time to time as she worked, and Lori finally told her 
that she was wasting her eagerness. 

"That bitch Babydoll is sucking Eric dry again," she said, "and she's 
getting herself fucked forty different ways by Dick Edge. That's the kind of 
a bitch she is." 

Marilynn was distressed. "Don't use language like that, dear," she said. "I 
hate to have you say such awful things." 

Lori giggled as she kissed Marilynn's mouth. "What's so awful?" she said. "I 
wanted to do what she's doing." 

Marilynn shook her head, amazed by Lori's sexual avidity. 

Marty and Connie walked into the kitchen. Connie slid into one of the chairs 
at the kitchen table, but Marty put his hands on Lori. He pulled her into 
his embrace, then sucked and licked her breasts. His hand was between her 
legs and he was sliding one of his big fingers in and out of her. He was 
naked, and she could see that he had an immense erection. He took his hand 
away from Lori's crotch, and Marilynn could see that Lori was very much 
aroused. 

Marty pushed the young girl against the wall. Then he was sliding his big 
cock up into her and Lori was dancing and prancing, and when Marty began 
sucking her titties and ramming it into her she began to moan and whimper. 
Then she was coming and he was, too, and the juices were running down Lori's 
white, virginal thighs. When Marty's big palms squeezed and parted Lori's 
buttocks, Marilynn could see the harsh and brutal assaults he was making 
upon Lori's delicate flesh and wished that she could do something to make it 
all better. Marty had some ideas along those lines, too. 

He laid Lori down on the floor and mounted her again. They were screwing 
fiercely and eagerly, and Marty burst inside Lori. She began squealing and 
bouncing around, and then it was over and Marty collapsed on top of Lori's 
slight body. 

When he tried to withdraw, Lori uttered a small sound of protest and Marty 
kissed her on the mouth. He shifted, and then he was pushing his dripping 
cock at Lori's mouth. She accepted it with a little sigh of deep 
contentment. 

"You come on down here, mama," Marty said. "You can eat her cute little box 
and have yourself a real feast." 

Marilynn stared at him, horrified and close to rebellion. Connie reached 
out, and the flat of his hand slammed into Marilynn's face and nearly 
knocked her unconscious. 

"You do as you are told to do," Connie said. He picked up a long, slender 
knife that had been close to his hand. "You get down there and pleasure 
Marty anyway he wants you to do it. I got some things for you to do, too." 

Marilynn knelt quickly, and then she was devouring the fruits of Lori's many 
orgasms and Marty's ejaculations, too. While she had been sure that she 
would gag, she did not. She became sexually stirred, and then she became 
aware of Connie. He was behind her, screwing her slowly and casually, while 
his hands reached under her belly and began handling her breasts with a 
harshness that she found appealing. She was suddenly ablaze with lust and 
sexual furies, and she behaved like an animal, she knew. But she just did 
not care. It went on and on, and then she came out of a period of great 
bliss and strenuous activity and discovered that she and Lori were locked 
into a sixty-nine. She was sucking Lori's little cunt like a bee eager for 
honey, and Lori was doing as much for her. Connie and Marty and Dick Edge 
were busy with coffee and whatever they could find to eat. 

Inevitably it ended, and she and Lori gazed at each other, horrified by 
their greed for each other's loins, and then Lori grinned and she did, too, 
and it was all right. 

Lori bounced up onto her feet. She offered her hand to Marilynn, and she 
took it. She stood and wished that she could stop blushing. The others were 
looking at her, and the look on Marty's face was infuriating to her. 

"You do get involved," Marty said. "I'm sorry I can't keep a hot little 
bitch like you around all the time." 

Marilynn was about to reply, but Babydoll walked into the kitchen and 
demanded food. She was smiling, her face had the softness of satiety about 
it, and her eyes were soft and gentle. She had obviously feasted shamelessly 
at the fountains of lust. 

Eric walked into the kitchen behind Babydoll, and he had a nice, serene 
expression on his face, too. Marilynn supposed that it was just as well that 
they would not continue to live because they had all become depraved and 
completely without scruples. She had heard it said that those who were able 
to forget about scruples and moral reservations and simply enjoy their 
sexuality to the utmost were among those who were counted to be the 
luckiest. She was certain that she had finally joined the ranks of that 
group. Lori and Eric were apparently without restraints. 

She worked at the kitchen sink and stove, fixing food, and she remembered 
the things that Lori had told her about the incestuous relationship that was 
flowering and prospering within her own home. They would probably have 
continued their illicit relationship here at the beach house, too. 

She happened to glance in Dick Edge's direction and noticed that he was 
watching her in an admiring way. She was so glad that he had come along. 
Even if she could not hang on to things for very long, she knew now what it 
was like to care deeply about someone. She had never really known that 
before. She had married Loren and had tried to make him a good wife, but she 
wondered if she had married him only because she wanted to help the kids. 

Babydoll got up from the table and carried her coffee into the living room 
with her. She turned to look at Dick Edge. 

"You come with me, Mr. Detective," she said. "I'm going to wash your face 
for you and you're going to brighten up my day for me. Come along now." 

Marilynn watched Babydoll's bare buttocks as they squirmed and clenched as 
she moved off. Marilynn was convinced that Babydoll was doing it 
deliberately. Dick Edge got up and went along with the girl. Connie was 
watching and glowering. 

A few moments later, Babydoll called out to Marilynn. She wanted her to 
bring a towel into the living room. Marilynn obeyed and was startled to see 
that Dick Edge was on his knees, licking and sucking Babydoll's slit, and 
his naked body was drenched with fluid. Babydoll pushed his mouth away from 
her crotch as she giggled. 

"Our peeper got his face washed by a pisser," Babydoll said. "He just 
doesn't like the taste of maiden piss so he got drenched. Wipe him off and 
he can get back to amusing me without missing a lick. He's a good man when 
it comes to eating a girl's pussy." 

Marilynn did her best to dry Dick Edge off, but she was revolted and she 
hurried. Then she was told to turn on the TV and she did it. A moment later 
Babydoll lost all interest in Dick Edge and what he could accomplish for 
her. 

She and her cohorts were again on the news, and there had been developments 
during the night. 

"A concentrated search is now being made for Marty and Connie and Babydoll 
in the area in which their latest robbery took place," the announcer was 
saying. "A police helicopter inspecting the coastline for some sign of the 
robher and killer band discovered the getaway car at the bottom of a quiet 
cove a short distance from the scene of the crime. 

"Ordinarily, the experts explain, the car might never have been discovered, 
but the police helicopter, using a bright spotlight to examine the area 
beneath it, discovered the auto buried in the ocean's clear depths. Police 
divers have confirmed the car's identity and the fact that there are no 
bodies in it. Police now theorize that the band had a getaway boat or 
aircraft ready and waiting, and they simply disposed of the car they had 
been using and then took off. 

"The area where the crime occurred is now being examined with great care 
because the police are hoping that they can locate the point of departure 
and find signs that will tell them what sort of escape vehicle was used. 

"Another element of the crime concerns a Los Angeles insurance company 
investigator, Richard Edge, who has turned up missing shortly after 
beginning his own investigation of the crime. Police now suspect that Edge 
was discovered by the killers and dealt with in the same way that the other 
victims were dealt with. Authorities suspect that Edge's body may never be 
found, especially if it was taken out to sea and dropped. 

"Police are expecting that there will be many other news breaks today, 
because the investigation is now in full sway and it is expected that a 
great deal of information can be secured from a minute examination of the 
getaway car once it has been hauled to the surface ... " 

The announcer moved on then to other news. Babydoll looked at Marty and 
Connie, and she seemed to be frightened. 

"Goddamn it, she said, shrilly, "I want to get the hell out of here before 
they figure out where we are. If this stupid bastard could figure it out, 
the rest of the dummies can, too." 

Marty shook his head. He walked over and helped himself to a cigarette from 
the box on the coffee table. 

"This damned fool just stumbled into us," Marty said. "He admits it. You 
keep him eating your box until you get nice and calm and we will see what we 
will see. We got to wait for Doug, and that is all there is to it. We can't 
swim with all that junk we stole. The money is all right, but there is only 
sixty thousand in cash. The jewels and the other stuff are worth even more 
than that. I ain't going to get stampeded into doing something stupid now." 

"That's right," Connie said. "We don't want to take any chances, not now. 
Now we got it made for all time. We can't do nothing foolish now. Not now." 

Dick Edge moved back onto his heels, and in spite of the fact that 
Babydoll's sleek white thighs were practically touching his cheeks he moved 
so that he could lift his head and speak. 

"Connie, baby," he said, "you're kidding yourself. They don't intend to let 
you keep living. There isn't going to be any loot for you. They're going to 
kill you just like they are going to kill us. That's the way it is, Connie." 

Connie stared at the detective, then looked at Marty. Then he burst into 
tears. Babydoll laughed. She planted her foot in Dick Edge's face and shoved 
as hard as she could. When he fell over onto his back, she jumped up and 
began kicking him in the kidneys. Her feet were bare, and it was well that 
she had no shoes on. She might have killed Dick Edge then and there. Marty 
grabbed her and stopped her. He was laughing. 

"Knock it off, baby," he said. "It doesn't matter. Look at Connie. He has 
known right along that he wasn't going any further. It just didn't figure. 
The only thing he had going for him was you, and I've got you now. You can 
figure out where that puts Connie." 

Babydoll sat down. She was breathing harshly, her nostrils dilating as she 
struggled with her breathing. She was smoking a cigarette, and it was still 
in her fingers. She slid onto the floor and pushed the glowing tip of her 
cigarette into Dick Edge's balls. He screamed in sudden pain, and Marty 
reached down and grabbed her again. She looked up at him, including him in 
her anger. 

"Where the hell is my shiv?" she said fiercely. "Let me kill this bastard 
off now. It's time we began to thin out around here. Let me slit that son of 
a bitch in half." 

Marty pushed her into her chair. "You knock it off," he said angrily. 
"You've got a lot of eager, baby, but you don't know what it is like to try 
to live with a dead body around. There's a certain stink that they develop 
and there's no way of escaping it. We can't put them into the sea right now, 
we ain't got time to fuck around with them. I got it figured out. When we 
leave, we leave some of them here and some we take on the boat with us. We 
can dump them into the sea on our way south. Let me do it my way, baby. Now 
you need another licker cause this one is sort of beat. Maybe the boy can 
cheer you up a little bit." 

"The hell with him," Babydoll said, suddenly smiling, her anger gone. "Let 
her do it. You, baby, you get down on your cute little knees and suck me 
until I tell you to stop." 

Marilynn obeyed her. She was worried about Dick Edge. She wished that she 
could do something to help him, but she could not. She didn't mind 
performing cunnilingus for Babydoll. She could even enjoy it, she supposed. 
She began trying to entertain Babydoll, and she knew that Marty was screwing 
Lori somewhere behind her. She could hear the tiny, yelping sounds that Lori 
emitted when she was coming, and she just didn't care what happened around 
her any more. 

Connie was moving around, and she heard him talking to Dick. He was actually 
using the materials from the first aid kit to ease the pain of Dick's burns 
and other injuries. She was glad of that, but it was too much like the quick 
concern that occurs when a man is being shaved and gets nicked only moments 
before he is strapped into the electric chair. She had read somewhere that 
when a man is nicked, the doctor attends the wound and it is dressed just as 
though the victim had a future. Poor Dick, he had less of a future than any 
of them. 

It was plain that Babydoll did not like him any more and she would give him 
a bad time every chance that she got. Marilynn felt the slippery flesh 
beneath her tongue clenching and wriggling as her nimble tongue and eager 
mouth forced Babydoll into one orgasm after another. She was doing very well 
for Babydoll. 

She became conscious of the excessive wetness within her own vagina, and 
then it was drenching her outer lips and her thighs and she was filled with 
a sense of extreme excitement when she discovered that Eric was between her 
legs, eagerly devouring the nectars that her orgasm unleashed. It was a time 
of hideous pain for her because she was certain that her new sinfulness 
would never be forgiven, but she was responding to Eric's tongue and the way 
his young mouth glued itself to her opening and then became a thrilling 
vacuum that swiftly whisked away the fruits of her passions on a tide of 
brand-new ones. 

Babydoll was patting her head, and then she began coming with great, 
wriggling vibrations and her slit was sliding up and down against Marilynn's 
mouth and Babydoll was in ecstasy, uncaring about anything else. 

Marty used her then and Eric's tongue busied her clit while Marty's immense 
cock moved in and out of her exposed slot. She was on her hands and knees 
and her vulnerability must have attracted Marty to her. She wondered, 
fleetingly, what Connie was doing and if he was still helping Dick Edge. She 
glanced around her at a time when Babydoll's orgasm was too intense for 
continued efforts and noticed that Connie was sucking Dick's cock. The 
detective was on the floor, not yet recovered from the horrid things that 
Babydoll had done to him, but Connie's eager efforts were inspiring orgasm 
in him and he was able to satisfy the eager Connie. 

Lori was busy with Eric's cock, and the way she was working at it suggested 
that she knew exactly what she was doing. 

Marilynn got little respite. Babydoll reached for her hair and thrust 
Marilynn's face back into her crotch. She was determined to enjoy this 
session if it killed her, she thought. 

And it could easily do that, she knew. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

They kept the television set on constantly, and as Marilynn watched it 
seemed to her that Babydoll and Marty were becoming more and more alarmed. 
Connie was very quiet, very alert, as though expecting a final bullet at any 
moment. In a way, Marilynn pitied the little man with the weak eyes and the 
big glasses. She was inclined to think kindly of him because he had been so 
considerate when he attended Dick and fixed the burn that Babydoll had 
forced upon him. 

He was a fag, of course, trying to go both ways, but his main sexual 
attitudes and inclinations were obviously homosexual. She didn't care about 
such things any more, and that amazed her. 

There came a time when they were all hungry again and Marilynn had to fix 
some lunch. Lori was eager to help her, and she had to admit that since 
Lori's sexual freedoms had become completely uninhibited she was much nicer, 
easier to get along with. 

Marilynn was working at the sink, fixing vegetables, and she wondered if it 
would be possible for them to live together, she and Eric and Lori and Dick 
Edge, and enjoy each other's sexual abilities without stint and be happy. 

When she realized how depraved her mind was getting she blushed to the roots 
of her hair. Dick Edge was sitting at the kitchen table, smoking a cigarette 
and having some coffee. He told her, when she asked, that he was quite all 
right. Babydoll had not accomplished as much damage with the cigarette in 
his groin as she had hoped. She was glad about that. 

Connie was with them, and while he had been told to keep an eye on them it 
was obvious that he had been lumped into the same category with them. He, 
too, was expendable. He seemed to know it. 

"What about this fellow who is supposed to come for you?" Dick asked him. 
"Is he a friend?" 

"Yeah," Connie said. "He and Marty know each other from 'way back. I don't 
know him too well, but Marty does." 

"You realize, of course," Dick said carefully, watching Connie, "that you 
are not going along with Marty. Did you know that Babydoll won't be going 
along, either?" 

That kind of talk upset Connie. Dick Edge smiled at Marilynn as he noticed 
the extreme agitation that Connie developed. He looked at the detective, not 
sure whether there was logic in what he was hearing. Dick Edge went on, 
quietly making his point. They could hear Babydoll and Marty in the living 
room, discussing the things that they were watching on TV. 

"You think it over," Dick said. "If Marty kills you and Babydoll, too, he 
walks off with it all. He doesn't have to share anything with anybody." 

Connie's eyes were enormous behind the big lenses of his glasses. He was 
thinking it all over. 

"He wants Babydoll," Connie said. "He's crazy about her. He's really crazy 
about her." 

Dick Edge shook his head slowly. 

"Not really. Right now she's here and she's a sexpot and she is cute. But 
think how many beautiful girls Marty can buy with the kind of money he has 
stashed in that big black suitcase. One-third of that bread is yours, 
one-third goes to Babydoll, and the rest is Marty's. All he has to do is do 
away with the two of you and he walks off with all of it. It does make 
sense." 

"Yeah," Connie said. "It does. I wonder why Babydoll hasn't thought about 
it, yet." 

"She's too conceited," Dick said. "The idea that a man might not want her 
just wouldn't occur to her. That's why she hasn't smartened up yet." 

"Why are you telling me all this?" Connie asked. "What's it gonna do for 
you?" 

Dick Edge sighed, lit a cigarette, and then sat back so that he could look 
at Connie's face. Eric was sitting beside him. He was watching Connie's 
face, too. 

"I want to avoid a blood bath if I can," Dick Edge said. "I don't want to 
die, none of us do. Maybe if we can help you and Babydoll escape from the 
fate that Marty has in mind for you, we can just go our way, you can go 
yours, and that will be that." 

"You're in love with the broad," Connie said. He made it sound like a sin. 
Dick Edge glanced at Marilynn and made a funny face at her. 

"I'm in love with the broad," he said. "She is so pretty, so wonderful. It 
would be sacrilege to kill someone like her. Lori there is a gorgeous young 
girl, Eric here is a fine boy. To kill any of us is a needless waste. We 
don't want to hurt any of you. We just want to go on living." 

"Me, too," Connie said. "I'll talk to Babydoll if I get the chance. I'll 
tell her what you said. Maybe we can work something out. We'll have to wait 
and see." 

Dick Edge looked at Marilynn, and she could see that he was not too 
optimistic about their chances with Connie's help. She had a plate filled 
with sandwiches and there was plenty of coffee. Lori asked Eric to help her, 
and she and he carried the things into the living room so that Babydoll and 
Marty could have something to eat. She placed a plateful of sandwiches down 
on the coffee table, and she and Eric paused a moment to look at the TV 
screen. 

Connie moved into the living room so that he could eat with his cohorts and 
watch the TV screen. The police department had a crane on the bluff and they 
were bringing up the car that Connie and the others had pushed off of the 
cliff. Marilynn was standing in the doorway, watching, and when she saw that 
there was enough food for the robber gang, she went back to the sink and 
began preparing some lunch for her own brood. 

Dick Edge got up and walked close, and then she was in his arms and he was 
kissing her and she was trembling and she could feel his hard cock against 
her naked belly and she wished that it was inside her. That thought made her 
blush, but he was too busy to notice. He was holding her, kissing her, and 
she was reacting to his touch and his kisses with remarkably virile orgasms. 
That was most amazing, she thought. 

He took his mouth away from hers for a moment. 

"I love you, Marilynn," he said. "I want you to know." 

"I love you, too," she said, a bit hysterically. "I want you to know, too." 

"Good," he said. "I'm going to try and get us out of this mess. Will you 
trust me?" 

She nodded. He kissed her once more, hugged her tight, then moved away from 
her. He sat down again, and she placed his food in front of him. Eric and 
Lori returned to the kitchen, and Marilynn was surprised to see that Eric 
had an erection. She looked at him and he grinned. 

"I can't help it," he said. "Looking at Lori and you does it to me. I'm 
sorry." 

"Don't be sorry," Marilynn said. "You're a male, and I guess that's just the 
way it is." 

They ate their lunch in a companionable silence, and when she looked around 
at the others Marilynn was very much surprised that she could look at each 
of them nude and not be affected. She just didn't seem to care any more. She 
reached under the table and found Dick Edge's hand, and they held hands for 
a long time. 

The kids did the dishes and went into the living room and gathered things 
up, too. Marty wanted some coffee, and Marilynn had a pot of it ready. 

"There is a way of doing things that might be useful to us and ruinous to 
Connie and Marty," Dick Edge said. "I'm sure that Babydoll is going to 
insist upon another orgy. There really isn't anything else to do around 
here, she will feel. Now, if you girls were to make an effort to deplete 
Connie and Marty so that they got a bit careless, it might give me the 
slight chance that I need to get my hands on a gun. Then I can get us out of 
here." 

Lori and Eric had returned to the kitchen just before Dick started talking. 
They placed the things they were carrying on the countertop and then stood 
listening. 

"You won't have to beg Lori," Eric said. "She loves sucking a guy's dick 
better than anything in the world. And she can make a guy floaty and half 
dazed when she really gets hungry." 

"Oh, you," Lori said, giggling at Eric. "You are so easy to pop. You're not 
as experienced or jaded as Marty and Connie. But, I have to admit it, I will 
sure try." 

Marilynn gave Dick a sad little smile. "It is an awful way to accomplish our 
purpose. I don't really like doing it to them." She blushed and she knew 
that her face was flaming, but she didn't care. She looked at Dick and she 
said, "I love doing it to you. And I like doing it to Eric, too, but I hate 
the others." 

"That's only natural. Now, I don't know who will be chosen to brighten up 
Babydoll's life, but try to do the same thing with her. If they are all a 
little dopey because they have been sexually depleted, that will be just 
fine. I will do what I can. I don't know about the rest of you, but I assume 
none of us wants to die." 

"You know it," Eric said fervently. 

Their plans were useless, it turned out, because Babydoll had other ideas. 
She walked into the kitchen, and she was carrying a whip in her hand. She 
smiled and waved the short bull whip at them. 

"We're going to have a very nice day, kids," she said. "I want everybody in 
the big bedroom, and you will entertain us. Marty and Connie and I like to 
watch people doing things. Voyeurism they call it. So you creeps can put on 
a show for us, and those that do exactly what they are told to do get along 
just fine, those who want to resist get a taste of this baby. Marty can cut 
a person to ribbons in seconds with this baby, and I've been one of his 
pupils for a long time now. So hurry up and get inside and let's have us a 
little circus." 

Marilynn looked at Dick Edge with tears in her eyes. He shook his head, then 
shrugged, suggesting that she go along with what she had to do and not lose 
hope. 

Marty and Connie and Babydoll were sitting on a small couch that they had 
moved into the bedroom. Babydoll took her shirt off, and she was impressive 
and truly lovely naked. She stood on one of the big mattresses, her fists on 
her hips, her legs apart, the folded whip in her right hand. She watched as 
Eric and the others trooped into the bedroom. Marilynn saw the venomous way 
that Babydoll looked at Dick Edge, and she wished that she could spare the 
detective some of the humiliation that was ahead for him. Babydoll's face 
showed her dislike for Dick Edge and her intentions to do him harm if she 
got the chance. 

"We're going to have a nice little circus," Babydoll said. "I'm the 
ringmaster and you're my nice little pets and you'll try very hard to amuse 
me, because if you don't you will sure as hell wind up with a stinging ass 
and a few other little wounds, too." 

There was a new and frightening quality of viciousness in Babydoll, and 
Marilynn was sure that they could easily get killed at her hands this day. 
Perhaps time was running out for Babydoll and her playmates, perhaps she was 
worried, and then again perhaps she was drunk with sexuality and the awesome 
helplessness of her victims. 

"You lie down on the mattress there," Babydoll told Marilynn. "Marty wants 
to fuck you a little bit and Connie is going to fuck the kid. You, Mister 
Detective, you are going to suck the boy's prick and when you've eaten all 
you can get out of him, the girls will be ready for you. Now, you get 
going." 

Marilynn was sickeningly obedient and she saw that Lori was, too. She 
suspected privately that Lori was enjoying being a performer. She wished 
that she could enjoy it all, too. It would make everything so much easier. 

And then Marty was settling down on top of her and she could feel his big 
cock inside of her and he was moving slowly, deliberately in her. She felt 
one of his fat fingers sliding into her asshole, and that really did horrid 
things to her. She went absolutely ape and her bottom began thrusting and 
twisting and swirling all over Marty's cock and his finger kept sliding in 
and out and his cock was doing the same thing. Then he was bursting inside 
her and she was bursting, too, and the sensations of extreme orgasm were 
just too intense, too delightful to thwart. She gave herself up entirely to 
the candid enjoyment of the rich thrills that her glands and her organs 
could give her. 

She expected that Marty would withdraw and leave her alone, but he didn't. 
It was a long time before she realized that she had never once relaxed the 
grip her legs had around his waist. He began moving in her again and then 
she was on fire all over again, a twisted, wretched creature throbbing and 
glowing on the altar of erotic sensations. 

Marty was perfectly splendid with her and he lasted for a long time, and 
then he was gone and she was not at all distressed when Dick Edge glued his 
mouth over her vulva and began draining her body of the alien juices that 
were in it. She began enjoying the delicious sensations that Dick's eager 
tongue and clinging mouth were able to induce in her loins. 

She could not resist the urge to reach down and pat his head, to run her 
fingers through his hair, and when she was coming she clutched his head 
tightly to her slit, knowing that she was drenching his tongue with the 
sweetest nectar of all for him. 

Lori was being handled quite earnestly by Connie, she saw, and at one point 
she was sure that Connie was screwing Lori in the wrong place but she seemed 
to be enjoying it very much. Then she began cresting anew and she forgot 
about everything else. 

A new type of sensation began in her being and she knew that it had come 
because she had crossed the so-called line, she was suddenly a devoted 
voluptuary and she didn't care who was her partner at the moment. She 
supposed that the ideal situation would involve those whom she loved, but, 
denied such perfect mates, she could now enjoy herself with those whom fate 
forced upon her. 

She thought of these things in between her splendid orgiastic convulsions 
and she was able to know that her acceptance of sexual pleasure was adding a 
brand-new dimension, a greater intensity of exquisite sensation to her 
climaxes. 

As was usual now with her, she seemed to come and go. During her more lucid 
moments she was alert to what was going on around her; then someone's mouth 
would capture her vulva or someone's cock would be working in her asshole or 
her vagina and the rising, shattering sensations of purest ecstasy would 
overwhelm her and her mind would scamper off into nice pink mists and she 
would soar and swoop toward unimagined heights of excruciating bliss and 
then it would all fade away and she would be sure that she was sleeping. 

She woke from a gentle reverie and found that Eric was on top of her. He was 
screwing her with a fury and a delight that was quite astonishing. Dick 
Edge, surprisingly, was screwing Babydoll, and it seemed that she didn't 
really hate him as much as she had supposed she did. His hands were cupping 
her bold young breasts, fondling them, squeezing them, while he rammed his 
big cock into Babydoll's dripping cunt. Marilynn watched, fascinated, and 
she wondered where Marty and Connie were. She saw them a moment later when 
she turned her head. Lori was astride Marty's mouth, and she was shaking and 
shuddering with a series of orgasms that kept drenching Marty's face. Then 
Marilynn saw that Connie was very busy sucking Marty's cock. His hands were 
handling Marty's balls delicately, lovingly, and she could see that Marty 
was in heaven for the moment. 

Eric was plunging himself deeper and deeper into her depths. He found her 
mouth and was kissing her, and then he was bursting and she knew that he had 
come beautifully, copiously. 

The sheer bliss of sex with Eric had a tendency to terrify her, but even 
while they were sharing ecstasy a tiny thought eased into her head, 
reminding her that Eric and Lori were not her own children and she was not 
really guilty of incest. She forgot about it immediately because Eric moved 
away from her, and then she was being devoured by Babydoll's eager little 
mouth and she relaxed and enjoyed it all. 

It went on and on and Marilynn learned that there is something 
time-consuming about orgies, and while they performed and did each thing 
that Babydoll demanded of them it was much like a child being forced to eat 
ice cream. There were no disgruntled participants, just weary pilgrims of 
passion, and they were suddenly all starved. 

She was surprisingly fit, she noticed when she got up onto her feet again. 
She and Lori showered together, and when she felt Lori's brazen little hands 
soaping her body she was conscious of a delicious sensation. She wondered if 
she had finally become corrupted, perverted. The thought no longer terrified 
her. She suspected that Babydoll was growing weary of her little games and 
it would not be long now before they left the beach house and went off to 
wherever they were going with their money and loot. 

Lori's body was drenched and slippery with soap, but she slid into 
Marilynn's embrace while the water poured down on both of them. They hugged, 
and Lori lifted her sweet young mouth to kiss Marilynn with great passion. 

"I love you so much, Marilynn," Lori said. "I can't help it. That's the way 
it is." 

Marilynn hugged the sleek young body quickly, convulsively, and she kissed 
Lori, lingering to enjoy the faint sweetness of the young girl's mouth. She 
probed with her tiny tongue and then was shocked at her own aggressiveness. 
She was bursting with love and affection for the young girl in her arms. 

Babydoll walked into the bathroom and told them to hurry. She wanted to 
shower and she was hungry. 

"Marty is starving," Babydoll said. "He gets real mean when he's hungry. You 
got lots of stuff. Fix us a nice dinner." 

They finished in the bathroom, and when they were about to go off to the 
kitchen Babydoll told them to get dressed. She wanted everybody to be 
dressed and looking nice. She was going to have a very formal dinner. She 
had never participated in a formal dinner and she wanted to try it just 
once. Lori and Marilynn were glad of the chance to dress and fix their hair 
and faces, and they said nothing. 

While they were busy in the kitchen, Babydoll persuaded everyone else to get 
dressed. Marty and Connie had the clothes that they had been wearing, but 
they managed to look neat and clean. Dick Edge, with his neat-looking suit, 
looked like the guest of honor. He sat down at the head of the dining room 
table and no one complained. 

"Just once, I want to eat nice," Babydoll said. 

"You been eatin' nice all day," Marty said. "Hell, you can't eat nothing 
nicer than pussy, or maybe cock." 

"Please, Marty," Babydoll said tensely. 

Marty laughed, but he said no more. Marilynn announced that the food was 
ready, and Eric came into the kitchen to help carry dishes and then they sat 
down and began eating the food. 

Marilynn served coffee and cake in the living room, and she and Lori were 
permitted to sit down and enjoy their dessert and a cigarette with the 
others. Babydoll was trying to establish a party air, it seemed, and for a 
time an atmosphere of normalcy nearly arrived, but their status as 
prisoners, sacrifices on the altar of criminal viciousness, was too evident 
and the air of congeniality fell flat. 

They watched the television set for a while, and the news broadcasts spent a 
lot of time on Babydoll and her playmates. They watched the police carry the 
bodies of the women that had been killed from their house, they watched the 
interview with the houseboy, and then they watched the TV screen as the 
police crane hoisted the car from the depths of the sea. That was a slow, 
tedious process, the announcer explained, and once the car was back on dry 
land the police department's technicians were going over it with a 
fine-toothed comb. 

"The area where the robbery and murders took place is being saturated with 
police and a house-to-house search is now in progress. The police believe 
now that the killers are still in the area, probably holed up in an 
un-likely home, waiting for a confederate to aid them in their getaway. This 
type of thinking stems from the conviction police hold that no escape route 
was possible immediately after the murders and robbery. The houseman who 
called police says that he telephoned in the report of the murder almost 
immediately after the young killers left the house. 

"Police theorize that the young people had previously cased the area and 
selected a house that would provide them with a good hiding place until they 
could be picked up in a helicopter or a boat. After the crimes, police 
closed all avenues of escape, so the supposition that the murder gang are 
still in the area is given great substance. In line with this reasoning, 
police are conducting a house-to-house search. 

"Stay tuned for further details, and if any of our viewers should encounter 
the killers, please notify your nearest police station, do not attempt to 
capture them yourself." 

Babydoll sat in her chair, staring at the TV screen. She was obviously 
worried about things. All thoughts of sex had disappeared and the robber 
band was concerned only with escape. 

"Them sonsabitches," Babydoll said, "they are liable to come right up here 
to the door. Then what? They'll push their way in here and then what?" 

"Relax," Marty said. "It will go just like we planned." 

Babydoll kept her eyes glued to the TV tube. The developments in the case 
had all been broadcast and there were no new items to report, the announcer 
said, when they tuned in another channel's news. Babydoll kept the dial 
selector button busy. 

Marilynn watched, and when she and Lori finished the dishes she served 
coffee. Then Marty decided that they should get ready for bed. One by one 
they were tied up, and while she was very uncomfortable in the ropes 
Marilynn was glad that she was still alive. 

She sensed that things were going badly for the killers, and she was sure 
that they would all be killed if anyone walked onto" the porch and knocked 
on the door. 

She slept-fitfully, but she did sleep. The others must have stayed up all 
night watching the TV, she thought. She woke up finally, and daylight was in 
her room. The others with her were still asleep. Dick Edge looked funny, 
handsome in his lovely suit, his hands tied behind his back, his legs 
trussed up like an animal that is ready to be hoisted and gutted. 

Someone snapped the TV set on out in the living room and she listened as the 
morning news-, casters brought them up to date on the local manhunt for 
Babydoll and her friends. There was nothing new. 

Then there was another bulletin that affected the group quite disastrously. 
Marilynn heard it all because the TV was blasting, just the way her own kids 
usually adjusted it. 

"Federal narcotics agents report the capture of a small boat and its 
operator somewhere off the coast of Mexico, with a large haul of heroin 
aboard. The narcotics agents report that the young man, Douglas Stendall, 
has been under observation for a long time. This morning's capture puts an 
end to an independent smuggling operation, the authorities say." 

The announcer moved on to other news and Babydoll let out a shrill 
screeching sound. She was close to hysteria, it seemed. 

"That's Doug," she screamed. "He ain't coming after us. That silly bastard 
had his own thing going and they nabbed him. Now what do we do?" 

Marty was calm, thoughtful. "We don't lose our cool. We think things out and 
figure what to do." 

"Let's kill those creeps inside," Babydoll said, "and get us the hell out of 
here. I've been going nuts, expecting the knock on the door any minute. We 
got cars outside in the garage. Let's make a run for it." 

Connie spoke up. "We could take the fuzz with us. He's got him a good car, 
and if they stop him he's got a badge and all. If we put a gun to his head 
he'll get us out of here." 

"Right," Marty said. "Let's make our move." 

Marty and Connie and Babydoll walked into the bedroom. Marty had a big gun 
in his hand. Connie quickly untied Dick Edge and they got him up onto his 
feet. Marty looked at Marilynn and Eric and Lori. They were all tied 
securely, helpless. 

"Finish 'em off," Babydoll said, "and let's get out of here." 

Marty lifted the gun and he pointed it at Lori's head. 

Dick Edge said, "You shoot that gun and you'll have the place crawling with 
cops in seconds. You should know better." 

"Yeah," Marty said. "You're right." 

Babydoll was impatient to be off. She was white and shivering, obviously 
frightened. 

"Connie," she said, "you slip the shiv into them and hurry up about it. 
Let's us get the car started and get things stowed away. I'll get the 
suitcase with the stuff." 

Babydoll ran off, and then Dick Edge was being marched out of the bedroom. 
He gave Marilynn a sad little smile, and her heart lurched. She hoped that 
the knife would be quick and merciful and that it would all be over soon. 

Connie was close to her and she could see the long, narrow knife in his 
hands. She knew that it was razor-sharp, and she shivered as she anticipated 
the thrust that would kill her. 

She heard the sound of Dick Edge's car starting up in the garage, and then 
Connie stepped close to her. 

"You are the nicest lady I ever met," he said. "I am not going to hurt you. 
I know that you tried to help me. Good-bye." 

She steeled herself, expecting the thrust of the knife, but there was 
nothing. Lori was wide awake and Eric was, too. They were able to hear the 
sounds of the garage door opening and then the roar of the car as Dick Edge 
undoubtedly drove his own car out of the garage. For a moment, the high 
whine of a powerful engine was loud and throbbing in the house, then it was 
gone and silence settled down around them. 

"They're gone," Lori said, unbelievingly. "And we're still alive." 

Eric said, "I think that we are safe now." 

Marilynn said, "Maybe we can help each other and get ourselves loose." 

"The police will find us eventually, I guess," Lori said. She sounded 
gloomy, unhappy, and there was reason for her mood. 

"We don't want the police to find us," Marilynn said. "If we can managed to 
get ourselves untied and get out of here, no one ever has to know what took 
place here." 

Lori was silent for a time. Then she said, "We will know." 

Marilynn made a sound that was almost a giggle. 

"I do think that we are entitled to our little family secrets. I really do. 
But now let's try to get loose. I am so worried about Dick Edge. I don't 
want anything to happen to him. If you kids know any prayers, now would he a 
good time for them." 

They were silent then, and Eric and Lori struggled and so did she. Eric was 
the one who was able to move. He began inching his body closer and closer to 
Lori, and he finally backed his hands close to hers. His fingers began 
struggling with the knots. It took a long time for him to make any progress 
at all, but then the ropes binding Lori loosened and he got her hands 
untied. 

A few minutes later they were free. 

Marilynn asked the kids to help her pack up, and then she took a last, 
somber look around the place. 

She had the children carry the bags out to her car,, then, she made sure 
that she had locked everything up tightly. She went out to the garage and 
got the car started, and when she drove out onto the shoulder of the highway 
she paused a moment while Eric closed the door behind them. 

Eric got into the car again and they were on the way. She glanced at Lori 
and then at Eric, and she thought about the things that had happened to her 
and the children. 

Their time of terror with the mad dogs was over, but there would be many 
other times of pure hell and uncertainty now. She was leaving the beach 
house, returning to her own home and the rat race of her work. There were so 
many things that she wished she could erase and pretend that they had never 
happened, but that was impossible. And was it what she really wanted? 

What would life be like now with Eric and Lori? Would she ever be an iceberg 
again? Could she trap Dick Edge and make him happy? She remembered that he 
was in a very precarious position at the moment, and she crossed her fingers 
for luck and put a little prayer together in her mind. 

The highway was empty. It was early in the morning. She switched the radio 
on, and there was no news of the robbers or Dick Edge or any of the things 
that interested her. 

She glanced at Lori's beautiful young face, and when Lori smiled at her she 
smiled back. She was so glad that she had the kids and she loved them so 
much, so very much. 

Eric helped himself to one of her cigarettes and handed the pack to Lori. 
The cigarettes had been in one of the gaping pockets of her purse, easily 
accessible. 

It bothered her to see the children smoking right in front of her. They had 
never done such a thing before. 

Then she remembered that they had not done lots of things before. They had 
all changed in many ways. And they had done many remarkable, forbidden 
things. She wondered now if their life could ever be restored to its former 
status, and then she wondered if she would want to restore it to its former 
status. 

She recalled the impossible ecstasies she had experienced when she sucked 
Eric's cock and eagerly devoured his honey. She remembered the wild, surging 
excitements that had stimulated her being when she made love with Dick Edge. 
She had even enjoyed being used and abused by the killers. Perhaps she was 
changing from a strait-laced iceberg into something that was just the 
opposite. She remembered that she had read that many people who are sexually 
inhibited often become utterly depraved or perverted once they are able to 
throw off the restraining bonds of middle-class morality. She wondered if 
she had managed to become free. 

The radio was crackling with news, and she listened but it was simply more 
of the same. With one possible new item, she supposed. The young man who was 
arrested for smuggling heroin had been linked to Marty and Connie and 
Babydoll, and he had been a participant in some of their earlier crimes. 

There was no mention of his connection with the present murders, and another 
worry that had plagued Marilynn's thinking was laid to rest. She had worried 
that the young man would reveal his connection with Babydoll and the others 
and tell the police about the beach house and meeting his friends there. 
That would mean questions by the police, maybe notoriety if the police 
learned about what had happened in that beach house. She didn't want anyone 
ever to find out about that. 

The repercussions that would be alive and alert within her person were, at 
the moment, unpredictable. She knew that she had been changed by her 
experiences in the beach house and she would not know for some time just how 
far-reaching her attitudes had become. 

"I want a shower and some sleep in my own bed," Lori said. "And then I want 
to forget that I ever went through such an ordeal. It was horrid. I hate to 
feel grateful to that creep Connie, but he could have killed us. He let us 
live." 

"Yes," Marilynn said. "He was grateful for the little bit of friendliness 
that we gave him. I hope he doesn't get killed. I hope Dick doesn't get 
hurt. There are so many things to worry about because of that terrible 
nightmare. I want a shower, too, and we should all get some rest in our own 
beds. Then we can face the world and go on from there." 

Lori was quiet for a time, and then she turned to smile at Marilynn. "I know 
that you have fallen in love with Dick Edge," she said, "and I hope that he 
gets away from them without being hurt. But, if he does escape, will he know 
where to find you now?" 

Marilynn smiled at Lori. She tilted her head to one side as she put her gaze 
back on the road again. 

"If he can't," she said, "he isn't much of a detective." 

Lori grinned. 

"He'll find us," she said. "I'm sure he will." Marilynn was sure, too. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

The warmth and comfort of her bed was too much, and Lori stretched out. Her 
hands automatically molded and squeezed her plump young breasts, and then 
she slid her hand down into her slippery little crease. She rubbed her clit 
gently, sensuously, and when she felt the orgasm beginning to build she 
parted her legs and slipped her finger into the hole. She liked to make it 
happen in a way that used everything. She bent her middle finger, and when 
she fingerfucked herself she pushed the other finger into her back hole, and 
that made everything light up for her. She wished that Eric would come in 
and take care of things for her. She would certainly take care of things for 
him. She liked it when he came padding into her room in the mornings and she 
could play with his hard on for a while until it started gooing, and then 
she liked to lick it and sip it. When poor Eric got too stirred up she would 
blow him and savor his sap like a sexual gourmet. She was really hung up on 
sucking cock and she knew it, but Eric was a kid who loved cunt so it all 
worked out all right. She moved her hand energetically, and then she was 
bouncing around in the bed as orgasm began and shook her violently for a 
long time. She collapsed afterward and sprawled, inert, helpless for a time. 
She had such glorious orgasms. They always knocked her for a loop, but she 
certainly enjoyed them. 

She turned over and saw the pack of cigarettes on her nightstand. She moved 
quickly to hide them in her drawer, and then she sat up straight, 
remembering that she wouldn't ever need to hide anything again. 

The events at the beach house raced through her mind and she sat up and 
smoked a cigarette while she wondered if such acts could make her pregnant. 
She hoped not. Marilynn, too, could have gotten knocked up. Or maybe not, 
maybe she was on the pill. You never know. Marilynn was such a fuddy-duddy, 
who could tell what she was really like? A wave of love and affection for 
Marilynn swamped her for a moment, almost bringing tears. She could love 
Marilynn now, openly and candidly. They would not need pretense of any kind 
any more. 

She was sitting up in her bed, smoking her second cigarette, when Marilynn 
came into her room. She had the bed light on because it was well after four 
in the afternoon. She had slept like a dead person, but she was thoroughly 
rested now. 

Marilynn had her belted robe on and she smiled as she took one of Lori's 
cigarettes. 

"You look fit, dear," Marilynn said. "You obviously slept very well." 

Lori twisted her head so that she could look up at the beautiful young 
blonde girl standing beside her bed. Marilynn's hair was brushed and shining 
and her lips glistened with makeup. Her big gray eyes had a healthy, serene 
look in them, and Lori felt the surges of affection almost closing off her 
wind. 

She moved her hand, and then she was slipping it inside Marilynn's robe. She 
felt the smoothness of her pubis, and then she was sliding her fingers into 
the wetness of Marilynn's secret slot. She was testing her, she knew, and 
she waited for Marilynn to say something that would indicate just how she 
felt. Marilynn was too stirred up to say anything. She stood still and let 
Lori slip her finger into the tight little sheath, and then she was 
drenching the dainty little finger. Lori began moving her hand, and then she 
suddenly took it away. 

She reached for Marilynn's hand and pulled her down onto the bed. 

"Oh, Marilynn," she said, tensely, "I want to suck you. I can't help it. You 
are so beautiful, so very lovely, I get so hot every time I look at you." 

Marilynn was gazing into her eyes, and when Lori fixed her mouth against 
Marilynn's lips she was able to taste her, to kiss her with great passion 
and real love. 

"We probably shouldn't be doing this," Marilynn said. "I just know that it 
is wrong." 

Lori moved her tongue against the softness of Marilynn's lips and they 
kissed hotly, fiercely. 

"Did you want to discuss it," Lori said, teasingly, "or shall we do what we 
want to do?" 

"Oh, dear," Marilynn said. "I am so weak these days." 

They moved then, and somehow Marilynn's robe fell away and the purity of her 
lovely nakedness was at hand and Lori kicked the covers away and then she 
and Marilynn found each other's honey pots and they began a quivering, 
seething sixty-nine. Lori could taste the sweetness of Marilynn's crotch, 
and it was nectar to her. She didn't care about the right or wrong of things 
any more. She simply wanted to be able to do the things that she had to do 
and she went ahead and did them. Marilynn had become a very gifted lover, 
and that pleased her. She could sense a rising, compelling passion in 
Marilynn, and Lori was sure that she was pretty much committed to having fun 
now. She had come a long way, too far to turn back now. At least Lori hoped 
that she had. 

She feasted like an eager young glutton on the juices of Marilynn's 
ecstasies, and when they finally took time out to rest, Lori sat up and 
reached for a cigarette while she watched Marilynn try to get her brains 
unscrambled. 

They sat for a time in a companionable silence while they smoked cigarettes 
and tried to stop panting. Marilyn smiled a bit sadly at Lori, and then she 
touched her hand with her own. 

Lori leaned forward and kissed Marilynn's mouth again, then her fingers 
began caressing the plump, pretty breasts and she saw the little nipples pop 
out and stand eager and alert. 

She took one of Marilynn's nipples into her mouth and Marilynn clutched her 
head tightly. Then she was playing with Lori's breasts, and she liked that. 

She took time out to sit up and stop trying to arouse Marilynn for a while. 
She had something on her mind. 

"I love your shaved cunt," Lori said. "Will you help me fix mine just like 
yours? I don't know how to do it. Do you just shave all of the hair off?" 

Marilynn shook her head. She hated hearing Lori say the ugly words, Lori 
knew, but she did it deliberately, knowing that it would probably turn 
Marilynn on. Besides she got a big charge out of saying the naughty words. 

"It takes a bit of care," Marilynn said. "You shave the hair and then you 
use a depilatory to dissolve the stubble and keep the skin soft and smooth." 

"Will you shave me?" Lori asked. 

Marilynn nodded. She smiled. "I'll' enjoy doing it," she said. "Come into 
the bathroom and I will do it for you." 

Lori bounced out of her bed and followed Marilynn into the bathroom. She sat 
and emptied her bladder, and Marilynn watched her with a new expression on 
her face. 

Lori lay down on the floor and Marilynn slipped a towel under her cute 
little butt, then while Lori opened her legs far apart she lathered the 
wispy pubis and disposed of the hair easily. There was something intensely 
exciting about the process, and Lori was not too surprised when she came all 
over herself. Marilynn laughed, and then she glued her mouth to the tight 
little sheath and got Lori involved in a brand new sixty-nine. 

They had not bothered to close the bathroom door, and Eric walked in on 
them. Lori was on her back and Marilynn was on top of her, and she could 
look through the valley that Marilynn's buttocks made and see Eric. He was 
having a terrible time of it. He had an enormous erection, and he was trying 
to piss and could not piss. 

Lori was licking Marilynn's wet little slit and tonguing her savagely, and 
still she could never get enough of Marilynn's special sweetness. She 
snapped her fingers at Eric, when he caught her gaze, and thrust a finger at 
Marilynn's puckered little opening. Eric got the message promptly. 

He moved so that he could kneel behind Marilynn's bottom, and while Lori 
licked her clit he began easing his stiff cock into Marilynn's body. She 
wriggled her hips and thrust them backwards, trying to absorb him as quickly 
as possible. Then he and Lori were both working frenziedly in Marilynn's 
sweet little crotch and she was going out of her mind with lovely 
sensations. The juices were running out of Marilynn's twat and drenching 
Eric's balls, and Lori was licking them, and when he filled her little well 
with his honey she licked feverishly, eagerly. Then Eric was taking his cock 
out and she was licking it. He was still hard, still eager. Lori licked 
Marilynn's flesh clean, then began sucking her organ, and she was not 
surprised when Marilynn made her turn over. They clung to each other as they 
rolled, and then Lori was on top and Eric was pushing his cock into her and 
she began clawing the walls. She went clear out of her mind with delicious, 
shuddering sensations that just about tore her apart. 

Eric lasted a long time in her, and then it was over for them and they were 
sitting on the bathroom floor, gazing at each other, amazed by their own 
passions. 

Marilynn said, "Well, I guess we know how we are going to live from now on." 

Lori smiled at her. "Do you really mind, dear? We have such good times. Are 
we any different from the people who join the sex clubs and knock themselves 
out with strangers?" 

"I suppose not," Marilynn said. 

They were too spent to do much talking. Eric was able, finally, to piss, and 
the girls watched him. Then they told him to take off so that they could fix 
their faces and take care of the things that they had to take care of. 

Lori watched Marilynn as she dressed, and she could not make up her mind 
whether Marilynn was more beautiful dressed than she was nude. She supposed 
it would depend upon how horny she was at the time. But she was convinced 
that Marilynn was lovely either way. 

She helped with lunch, and they put the radio on in the kitchen so that they 
could listen for news flashes. Marilynn called the movers, and they agreed 
to pick up the things that they had taken to the beach house. There was no 
explanation required, and Marilynn offered none. 

Lori sat with her and Eric at the kitchen table, and when she called her 
office and told them that she was going to stay home for a while and enjoy 
her kids, Lori laughed out loud. She thought that that was funny. 

They got the news flash that they were hoping for late that afternoon. Lori 
was helping Marilynn in the kitchen and the radio was furnishing music. The 
program was interrupted by a news bulletin, and it was the very best of good 
news, Lori thought. 

"Police this afternoon captured the trio responsible for a string of 
cross-country murders and allegedly responsible for the murder and robbery 
of two elderly women only a few days ago. 

"Insurance investigator Richard Edge was driving his own car, and when he 
faced a road block checkpoint squad, his actions alerted the officers and he 
was ordered out of his car while a machinegun menaced him and his 
passengers. 

"In spite of the fact that the man named Marty was holding a gun on the 
investigator, he did not use it when ordered out of the car. The others 
surrendered meekly when the detective notified the inquiring officers that 
they had just captured the trio that they had been seeking. 

"Edge reported that he had come upon the trio a few days earlier and had 
been forced to drive them around while they waited for a boat to take them 
to Mexico with their loot. 

"Police report that the loot from the robbery was in a suitcase and has now 
been recovered." 

That ended the news bulletin. Lori looked at Marilynn and was filled with an 
urge to kiss her and comfort her. 

"He will find us," Lori told Marilynn. "And if he doesn't we can always find 
him." 

Marilynn shook her head. 

"It wouldn't be any good that way. If he wants me, if he wants a life with 
us, he will come looking for us." 

Lori turned the TV set on and they watched the reports on the early evening 
news. There was no mention of a beach house and captives and sexual orgies, 
and Marilynn said that she was very glad about that. Lori was sitting on the 
floor and Eric was sitting on the couch. Lori had a blouse and skirt on and 
nothing else. She was sitting on her butt, her knees drawn up under her 
chin, and she was showing Eric her dainty little slit. He was watching it, 
and when she put her fingers down there and began masturbating he slid down 
onto the floor with her. He put his fingers into her slit, and she got his 
fly opened. Then she began playing with his cock. She went down on it and 
sucked him off three times while Marilynn sat close to them, watching the TV 
screen. Lori finally had enough of Eric for a little while. She let his limp 
cock slide out of her mouth, and then she lit a cigarette and gazed up at 
Marilynn. She was sitting on her legs, and she smiled when Lori reached out 
to caress her calves where they were accessible. 

"Why don't you let Eric soothe you with his hot little mouth?" Lori asked. 
"It will make you feel much better." 

Eric moved toward her and Marilyn smiled at him. She liked the suggestion. 
She went on watching the TV screen, but she moved so that Eric could get at 
her naked crease. 

He began to stir her deeply right away, Lori saw. He was becoming quite 
talented when it came to making love to a girl. He had learned how to cup 
the buttocks in warm, caressing palms, and he was equally skillful in either 
hole. Marilynn kept squirming and writhing in delicious agony, but she was 
having a good time. Eric's busy little mouth forced her into creaming for 
him a dozen times, and Lori sat on her cute little butt and smoked a couple 
of cigarettes and watched the TV set too. 

Inevitably Eric's eager mouth made Marilynn's sensitive flesh sore and she 
had to push him away, but she smiled, apologetically and gratefully, as she 
did so. 

"You can do it some more in just a little while," she said. "Right now I've 
got to go pee." 

Lori snickered. She put her cigarette out, and then she moved so that she 
could kiss Eric's glistening mouth. 

"I've got a nicer idea," Lori said. She whispered into Eric's ear and he 
grinned. He jumped up and went out into the kitchen. He returned with the 
crystal vase that Lori had told him to get. He knelt and placed the mouth of 
the vase over Marilynn's sexual organs while she stared at him with a 
wide-eyed look. 

"So, go," Lori said. "Eric can enjoy watching. He will get a big charge out 
of it." 

Marilynn smiled, and then she proceeded to nearly fill the vase. Eric 
carried it off to the bathroom, and when he returned Lori told him he could 
do as much for her. 

He did it, too, and then they began necking on the living room carpeting. 
Then they were fucking fiercely, and when it was all over Eric and Lori went 
down on each other in a wild sixty-nine. Eric kissed her with his mouth 
filled, and she was pleased by that little gesture. 

Marilynn was still watching the TV screen, listening for the doorbell, when 
Lori went off to take a shower. She told Eric that he could come along and 
they could shower together. 

She made him get down on his knees while they were being rinsed by the 
cascade of warm water. Then while he held his face upturned, Lori pissed all 
over his face and she laughed at his funny look of disapproval. 

She decided it wasn't much fun if Eric didn't like it. Maybe he would grow 
to like it. 

They got dressed and went back to join Marilynn in the living room. She was 
watching a movie, and Lori wondered if she should ask if Eric could sleep 
with her or if they should just go ahead and do what they would ordinarily 
do anyway. In the past Marilynn had been away so much that they did pretty 
much as they pleased. 

She would climb into bed with Eric and suck him for hours, and then he would 
do as much for her. Then she would go to sleep in her own bed, and when they 
awoke in the morning Marilynn would be gone already and she would suck Eric 
off a few times before he went to school or out to play. And he would do 
nice things for her. She wondered now if Eric and she would simply get into 
the same bed at night and enjoy themselves without any fuss. 

They had a late dinner, and when Eric offered to delight Marilynn for a 
little While she refused his offer. She was not very happy, she said. She 
was worried about Dick Edge and she was also worried about whether he would 
ever want to see her again. 

"Maybe I am fooling myself," she said miserably, "but I was so sure that he 
loved me. I guess I must have been mistaken. Maybe he just wouldn't want a 
girl who had been had so many different ways by so many different people. 
There is always that to consider." 

"Sure there is," Lori said, bitter because Marilynn was being made unhappy. 
"What about the many times we treated him to heaven on earth? He was always 
ready and he was always eager to pop. I know that I did him a lot of times 
and each time it was the same. He reacted just like all of the other guys. 
He had no reason to get moral on us." 

"I guess," Marilynn said. 

She stood up, and she was fully dressed and quite lovely, Lori thought quite 
approvingly. 

"I'm going to run down to the liquor store," Marilynn said. "We need 
cigarettes, and I want to pick up something to make a drink with." 

Lori nodded. She stood so that she could walk to the front door with 
Marilynn. 

"Are you going to call him?" Lori asked. 

Marilynn hesitated, then her eyes got a little wet and she nodded. 

"I've got to know," she said. "I can't go on like this. If it is over and we 
are not going to see him again I might as well find out about it now." 

Lori nodded. She didn't know what to say. She closed the door and then went 
over to ask Eric if he wanted some coffee. She was going to fix some for 
herself. Eric wanted coffee, too. 

She was about to walk into the kitchen when the front doorbell rang. She 
smiled, certain that Marilynn had forgotten her keys. She opened the front 
door and got a real shock. 

Dick Edge was standing on the front stoop. He grinned at her and she noticed 
that he had changed his clothes. He was fn slacks and a sport shirt, and he 
looked so good to her she stepped forward and kissed him. He picked her up 
and held her in his arms while he walked into the house. Eric was sitting in 
his chair, grinning like an idiot, Lori saw. They were both happy to see 
him. 

"Where is Marilynn?" Dick Edge asked. He closed the front door behind him 
and then walked over to help himself to a cigarette from the tray on the 
drum table. He lit up nervously. 

"She went to the liquor store," Lori said. "I think she went to call you. We 
heard what happened on the radio and the TV, but she was worried. She was 
afraid that you might not want to see her again. You know, it was sort of 
rugged out there." 

"It was," he said. "But I have come here to ask Marilynn to marry me, and to 
make a future for all of us." 

"That's a damned fine offer," Lori said, a little numbly. "But, you know, we 
have some rather special problems." 

"Not us," Dick Edge said, smiling at her. "We can work out all of our 
problems. I'm sure we can." 

The door opened then and Marilynn walked in. She looked at Dick Edge, 
shocked by his presence in her living room, then she walked into his arms. 
She was blinded by her tears, Lori saw, and she thought that Marilynn needed 
some reassurance and some help. 

"He wants to marry us," she said. "I mean he wants to marry you. That's what 
he says." 

The way Marilynn was kissing Dick Edge's mouth, she didn't seem to need any 
more of an explanation. When she had entered, Marilynn had placed a package 
down on the first table she came to. Lori picked it up and carried it out to 
the kitchen. She began fixing a couple of drinks with the ingredients that 
Marilynn had bought. She wasn't too sure how Dick would want his drink, but 
he would have to drink what she gave him. She hoped it would be right. 

And then they sat and talked and Marilynn held Dick Edge's hand on the couch 
and they were very much like high school lovers and it was all very sweet 
and wonderful and exciting. 

"What about us?" Lori said. "We are a couple of sex fiends, and you will 
have to take us, too, if you and Marilynn are going to try to stick 
together." 

Dick Edge bent forward so that he could plant a kiss on Lori's sweet little 
mouth. 

"I wouldn't want to change anything," he said. "Not for the world. I don't 
see any reason why we can't be a very happy and busy family. And we seem to 
have gotten to know each other rather well, so why don't we just go on as 
usual?" 

"Does that mean that you'll fuck me?" Lori asked, with a saucy little girl 
grin. 

"You know it does," he said. "We will go right on enjoying life and each 
other. But now we will live together and play together and have us a ball. I 
like Eric, too, and he likes me so we can have all kinds of little parties 
and groups. We'll have a wonderful life together and do anything that we 
want to do. But not because someone is holding a gun on us, just because we 
want to." 

Lori was gazing up at him with an adoring look. He glanced at Marilynn 
questioningly, and she nodded. She was smiling, and she was so happy it hurt 
to look at her. Eric was grinning, too. 

Lori was quite content about everything and very glad that Dick Edge was 
going to be a permanent part of their life. 

She was very eager to begin their new life. Very eager. 


THE END
