Valery's Undoing
by Sean Mallory


FOREWORD 

One of the peculiarities of rape is that frequently, sometime in the process 
of being forced to participate in sex, the victim participates willingly and 
even joyfully. This is one of the great stumbling blocks to successful 
prosecution of rapists. Jurors all too often arc inclined to believe that if 
the victim isn't physically harmed, she encouraged the rape to take place. 

Without going into the merit or lack of it in such reasoning, one thing is 
painfully clear: sex is such a powerful, compelling force in human emotion 
it can literally sweep a woman off her feet psychologically. Such an emotion 
must be studied. 

This is a book of forced sex, crime and social comment, though it is also an 
"adult novel". It has a place in social education as any novel must, because 
it reveals the dreams and fantasies and realities of a society which buries 
its head in the sand. That it does it as entertainment is not too awful. 
People want entertainment first, education second. And that is one of the 
"normal" anamolies of human society which could also use some explaining, 
but not here. What is done here is enough, we think. 

THE PUBLISHER 


CHAPTER ONE 

"Dam that Glen," Valery Taylor muttered, staring impatiently from the 
fourteenth floor office window at what little she could see ol downtown 
Seattle. "I have so darned much to do between now and Monday morning." 

She brushed peevishly at a lock of black hair on her forehead and corrected 
her wrist watch to match the four o'clock of the digital clock on her desk. 
"He's made me sit here in the office all day-for nothing. He could have paid 
me this morning and given me the rest of Friday off. And he has my car and 
I'm supposed to meet Susan in front of the bank at five sharp to pick up Bea 
at the TV station." 

For awhile longer, she stared at the grey, October skies and turned back to 
her desk, grumpily lifting the lid of the box that contained the Halloween 
costume she would wear under her long coat to the television station and 
later to the Halloween party held every year by others with offices in the 
Northwest Empire Building. "He calls himself a Private Dick-I think he's 
more of a public prick." 

Valery lifted the costume from the box, smiled with satisfaction and let it 
drop back in loose folds. "Bea and Susan and I will be the sexiest goblins 
and spooks at the party," she mused, thinking of the costumes she had 
designed and made for herself and two roommates. "One of my creations will 
be televised tonight when Bea docs the TV weather show," she murmured 
smugly. 

She better keep her legs crossed-or she'll show Seattle-area viewers the 
panties with the slit in the middle I made for her, Valery laughed silently. 
Diddle-finger skivvies, I called them. She smiled, then scowled as a flush 
of heat kindled in her loins. 

"And my public prick boss could hit the slit with his eyes closed," she 
muttered, squirming her rounded bottom on the scat of the chair and staring 
toward his private office where she could see one of the consoles of his 
elaborate police radio network receivers. "My present back salary and two 
raises last year arc tied up in his cops-and-robbers toys," Valery scowled. 

Then her attention was drawn to the entry to the offices as she watched a 
shadowy figure on the other side of the frosted glass with Glen Dane's name 
and his agency name. She was about to yell at him to get on inside and fork 
over her back salary and vacation pay. 

But the door opened and closed on a man of medium height in a light tan 
topcoat-and wearing a Santa Claus mask. "Ho, ho, ho," the man rumbled, 
holding out his arms toward her. 

Valery rose slowly, both hands flat on the cleared desk. "Quit this 
nonsense," Valery frowned. "Besides, you have the wrong holiday character." 

"Ho, ho, ho," Glen repeated expansively. "From what's going on in this crazy 
city, there may be Christmas for someone today." 

Valery turned to face him as he circled the desk, took her roughly in his 
arms and kissed her, carefully avoiding her gnashing teeth as she tried to 
nip his swizzling tongue. 

"I don't want your spit-smacks," she sputtered at him. "Where's my money? 
And my car keys? I bet you didn't leave my car at the garage for a tune-up 
so it'll be ready for me to start my vacation." 

"Mercenary and crazy little hussy," Glen sighed with mock resignation. "This 
is no time of year to take a vacation." 

"Bea and Susan and I arc going to a place down in Oregon and do some skiing 
and resting and lying about on a little hidden beach I know." 

"Hope all three of you get first degree rain burns," he said grumpily. "Val, 
why don't you marry me and have all of the good things of life-instead of 
just part of them part of the time." 

"Hah," she snorted, leaning back in his arms and peering at his eyes 
glistening behind the Santa Claus mask. "Instead of working full-time for my 
pay some of the time, I'd be working twice as hard for nothing." 

He let one arm drop, kept the other around hcr shoulders. "I delivered lour 
bottles of good booze to the auditorium for tonight's party, but I brought 
this pint of Black Velvet for just us." 

"It's four-fifteen," Valery pointed out defensively, "and I have to meet 
Susan." 

"Weeeellll," he sighed, "I have a present for you in my left pants pocket." 

"Oh! My money," Valery squealed. "Better be all of it-three weeks of pay and 
two weeks for my vacation." And she turned to stab her right hand into the 
pocket. "Eeeckkk," she squeaked, trying desperately to extract her hand as 
soon as her fingers identified his puffing peter and dangling gonads. 

She was conscious of a deep blush pinking her cheeks as she wrenched her 
hand about to get it out of the pocket he had apparently cut away. 
"What-kind-of-present do you call that?" 

Glen applied pressure against her forearm and kept her hand trapped in his 
pocket. "That's just a start," he said with exaggerated seriousness. "That's 
my candy cane and sack of delicious nuts. Oh, the cane is filled with 
marshmallow and taffy." 

"You crazy loon," she panted, finally yanking her hand out of the pocket 
opening. She stared at his laughing eyes and began chuckling. She faced him 
defiantly, cheeks flaming. "You can't be serious-everyone knows Mr. and Mrs. 
Claus never had any children because he has popcorn balls." 

She watched his eyes blink rapidly as his mind searched for a retort. 
"Pre-popped popcorn," she nodded. "The tutti-fruiti in his fruit basket all 
shriveled up." 

"My oranges are prime-ripe," Glen said defensively. "Lots of seed...." he 
drifted to silence. 

"Oh, fudge," Valery felt the blush receding-but the surge of warmth seemed 
to palpitate between her legs. 

She stiffened as Glen moved in close to her, tilted her face upward, kissed 
her again and rubbed his genitals against her hip suggestively. "I do wish 
you would marry me. I want to make you a moral woman." 

"I am not all that bad," Valery said quickly. "I don't now and never have 
stripped, jumped into bed, flung my feet in the air and waved my pussy 
invitingly at any and every man I see. Just you-Glen Dane, and you know it." 

"Sure, Baby, sure," he said, pushing the Santa Claus mask atop his closely 
cropped dark brown hair. "That wasn't a nice joke. Here's your capitalistic 
gains." 

Valery grabbed the sealed envelope. "Better be every darned dollar and cent 
here." She counted slowly. "No deductions? You just rounded off what you 
owed me-and paid the taxes? Seven-hundred dollars?" 

"Sure, Honey. From me to you for Christmas." 

"This is Halloween, you zany-brain," she frowned. And blew him a kiss as he 
started toward his own office where he turned on various radio switches. 

"I want to eavesdrop on the cops," he called. "Bring that pint and make us a 
couple of whiskey and waters." 

Valery mixed drinks in the little bath off his office. She handed him a 
glass and perched beside him on the outer rim of his desk. "You said 
something about someone may have Christmas today. What did you mean." 

She kicked at him with her left foot as he slid a hand up under her skirt to 
feel her smooth thigh. "Cut that out." 

"I was down at the cops, just visiting old buddies," Glen smacked his lips 
as he tasted his drink. "There was a heavy explosion out in University 
Heights at one o'clock-on the dot. There was another big blast right out in 
the middle of Lake Washington at exactly one-thirty-o'clock," he mused. 

For the moment, his fingers stopped trying to dip between her closed thighs 
and Valery peered at him questioningly, brushing that errant tress of hair 
back from her forehead. 

She fought for possession of her right hand as he took her wrist and tried 
to push her hand into the "pocket" where his peter and companions lurked 
prominently along his left pants leg. "Stop this," she breathed. "There's 
more-I can tell by your eyelid tic." 

He lit a cigarette and rubbed his chin. "Yeah. Upset the cops and they 
forgot to even chase me out." 

"Well?" Valery prodded, crossing her legs, foiling his fingers, trapping 
them momentarily as they groped toward the base of her Vee. 

"A note was delivered by a cab driver at two o'clock," Glen murmured, 
leaning toward the radio speakers sitting atop radio consoles as a taciturn 
voice apparently answered a police authority in the field, "The A.U. just 
left Washington First so we arc Code Green." 

"Apparently, the police are playing that note for real," Glen grunted. 

"What note? And what was that about?" Valery scowled. 

"The 'A.U.' is Armored Unit and it left the Washington First National Bank. 
Code Green means it picked up the five-hundred-thousand dollars." 

"The which, what, what, what...?" Valery sputtered. 

"The note described the two explosions," Glen explained slowly, 
wrinkle-thoughts in his forehead. "Let's have another drink." 

Valery shoved his hand from under her skirt and scurried to fix refills. 
"Keep talking. You know, Washington First is where Susan works." 

"Uuummm," he hummed. "And that note said three more bombs were set in the 
Seattle area-two of them in critical places. And the writer of the note 
demanded five-hundred-thousand dollars for disclosure of their location so 
they could be unarmed. The note gave times for the next three bombs." 

"When?" Valery felt shaky. "I'm scared. Maybe I've heard and read too many 
stories about bombs. They could blow up the good old Northwest Empire 
Building." 

"The next bomb was for four o'clock," Glen said solemnly. 

"My gosh! That was thirty minutes ago!" Valery yelped. 

"Yep," Glen nodded. "And one of the police transmitters atop a mountain cast 
of here emitted its last 'ten-four'. She blew almost all the way out of King 
County." 

Valery felt almost too shaky to ask the next question. "When are the other 
two supposed to go boom-boom? You got a hangnail and you're going to pull a 
thread in my panties-and these arc brand new." And she slapped at his 
exploring hand. 

"Seven o'clock tonight," Glen replied. "Two bombs hidden somewhere in this 
city." 

"I wish I had never left Salem," Valery said petulantly, letting him kiss 
her, not responding, not resisting the confident hand inside her suit jacket 
against her breast. 

"You wouldn't have met me, then," Glen said, chiding her. 

"I might still have my virginity then," she retorted, a hand trying to 
impede his fingers as they worked at the pearl buttons of her white linen 
blouse. 

"Oh, Honey, your blood runs too hot for you to have kept your precious 
cherry wrapped up in your velvety little fruit box this long," he murmured, 
nuzzling her right ear. 

"Pshaw-bah, humbug," she snapped. "Damn you, you popped a button off my 
blouse-and ic's almost new. I was only twenty then," she gulped, fighting a 
catching gasp in her voice as his fingers wiggled inside her blouse and 
played teasingly across the ivory crown of a firm boobie. 

"Like I said, you couldn't have made it for a whole six years. You would 
have got yourself popped sometime along the line." 

"Obscene character," she swallowed, body writhing as he pinched a nipple and 
brought it to tingling tautness. "The cops are going to pay the money?" 

"They have it ready," he answered, his mouth capturing hers as she sighed 
raggedly and turned on the desk to half-face him, her fleshly yearnings 
starting to surrender to his. "Not a private dick," she mumbled, "public 
prick. 

"How could they get the money so fast?" she asked, mind still half-concerned 
with what he had told her, the other hall beginning to focus hotly on the 
hand inside her bra, his growing hard-on against her right thigh, her knees 
fanning wide. Yon need one more hand, she thought, squirming as the thick 
outer labia of her pussy started to itch and burn. 

"Give me a piece and I'll tell you about it," Glen said. 

"I'll give you nothing," Valery protested, an arm curling around his neck 
and she opened her mouth wide so he could french-kiss his tongue inside to 
joust with hers. "Darn, I heard something tear in my bra, Glen! 

"You're going to make me all sex-smelly. And if I find some other guy 
tonight who looks interesting, he might get turned off if he smells the 
smell of another prick." 

"Hush," Glen grunted. "The airlines and the insurance companies have built a 
cash pool up to a million dollars. It is held ready for such blackmail 
emergencies." 

"Why do you say airlines?" Valery cooed, arching her back to thrust her left 
tittie into his hand. 

"Because the airlines arc putting up part of the fund. And how else could 
blackmailers skip easy? Besides, airplane hijackers have been the only ones 
so far who have demanded such huge sums of money. The airlines can't afford 
to lose a plane like a DC9 or a Jumbo. And the insurance companies can't 
afford the payoff for such a plane and the lives of passengers-if any are 
injured or killed." 

His hand slipped out of her bodice and skidded up under her dress, between 
her parted legs to the double-ply netting of her panties. "Do we have time?" 
she panted. 

"I do. Do you?" Glen chuckled, hooking a finger inside her panties to play 
with her thick pussy lips. 

"I-I-I can take time-if you don't fuck around and we cum right away. A last, 
hot juicy quickie?" He blew his breath on her tits. "I'm gonna smell ucky," 
she pouted. 

Valery hugged his neck as he lifted her and carried her to the leather sofa 
against one wall. As he. started to lay her out on her back, she squirmed. 
"No, no, not with my clothes on. I have to take them off and put on that 
silly costume any way. And I don't want your pecker juice leaking into my 
panties like that one time when that kid's dog followed me all the way from 
the bus stop, sniffing up my skirt." 

She handed him the coat and he flung it toward the desk as she finished 
unbuttoning the blouse, shrugged out of it. She patted his cheek lovingly as 
he bent his head to blow his hot breath down the deep divide between her two 
bulging breast mounds. 

"No wonder something tore in your bra," he murmured, slipping the three 
hooks between her shoulder blades, "the baskets are too small for such heady 
wine jugs." 

She turned her back so he could unbutton the waist of her skirt and skid the 
zipper. She fumbled her hands behind her to undo his belt, unhook his pants 
and part the zipper. "I think it's better this way-I get terrified of 
horrible sights." 

Valery shivered with delicious desire as he pushed her skirt down and rolled 
her silken panties down her long, tapering thighs. "You're gonna brand me," 
she sighed as he moved in against her and wedged his upright cock in the 
deep crevice of her butt. 

Keeping his prick in her crack, he lowered his head over her right shoulder 
and she lifted her titties against his face. "I like my boobies breathed on 
and licked and my tittie-lips kissed and licked and sucked." 

Passion built in her from faint rumblings to a thundering storm as heat 
waves flashed through her tummy. "I'm gonna-I'm gonna cream," she bubbled, 
enthusiasm for his prick in her rising to a drumming need. 

Valery laid her hands over his as he began stroking her, from her sloping, 
jutting titties, down her tummy to the coarse mesh of hair growing wildly 
over the parapet protecting her cunny galley. 

"Better lay me out and pitch" the prick to me," she suggested heatedly. "We 
don't have too much time for this wonderful by-play." 

She slid her feet apart so he could let his big hard-on duck between her 
legs, the heavy barrel riding back and forth in the crack of her ass and the 
lower part of her pussy smile. 

"Jesus Christ," she moaned, fumbling for the head of his pistoning prick, 
trying to stuff it into her vulva so she could capture it with her coiling 
cuntal channel. "Stop this tormenting and give me a fast fuck." 

She looked down between the twin peaks of her bosom and watched, enchanted, 
as the pinkish knob of his cock appeared below her hair-lined snatch, then 
disappeared, reappeared again. "Give it to me," she grated tersely, trying 
to bend over in his arms so he could come at her from behind and bury his 
massive prick in her pussy-or her asshole. 

"Give me a blow-job first," he said gruffly., tone pleading. 

"How many times have I told you, Glen, I won't suck your cock. It's enough I 
let you cornhole me when you get a carnal itch. Even when I like your cock 
in my pussy best." 

With his hands on her shoulders, he guided her to the couch and steadied her 
as she stretched out, on her back, one foot up over the back, the other 
positioned against the taut cheek of her butt, knees wide to create a deep, 
wide saddle for him. 

"Gorgeous body," Glen admired, fingers teasing up and down the insides of 
her creamy thighs. "And heaven's above," he praised, fingers tracing hotly 
into the Vee of her spread legs, just touching the passion-puffed outer 
lips. 

"Spread my cunt flaps and get on me and shove it in," Valery gurgled, voice 
deep and urgent. 

She reached for him, put her hands on his shoulders. Her neck was bent at a 
slightly uncomfortable angle, but she wanted to sec as much as she could, 
down there between her legs. "I always get a minor jolly watching the head 
of your prick swab in my gash," she murmured. "Aaaiiii-eeeee-wonderrrrful," 
she panted as his slick-skinned bulb slid back and forth in her deep-pink 
sex furrow. 

"Don't mess around too long and cum and squirt your jizz all over my belly 
and get my hair all gummy," she cautioned. "Aim it and hit me in the hole, 
Glen!" 

She tensed as he rotated his hips, jockeying his spear to position outside 
her vagina. "Yiii-goddamn," she gasped as he touched her firmly with the hot 
tip of his lance. "That's on target," she hulled. Her feet kicked slightly 
as he bored into her, his cock-head popping inside her seething cauldron. 
"Wwwooowwwweeee," she gulped and snorted as he hunched his hips and drove 
his cock up her cunt two or three inches. "Hump ii to me hard," she begged. 

Valery wanted to crush her inner thighs against his flanks as if that would 
lighten her hole around his post, but that would narrow the Vee access to 
her fun-cave-and she wanted every inch of prick he possessed. "Pump and 
shove it to me," she demanded. "I think I'm about to go out of my mind, 
Glen. Pound the prick to me. Pleeeaaa-ssseeee?" 

She loved his neck with both hands as he clenched his hands on her big 
boobies and snaked his prick into her with a mighty thrust that seemed to 
expand all her insides. "Let it soak a second, just a minute, before you 
start fucking it to me in your big, long manly strokes." 

She didn't need to concentrate on contracting her sphincters because they 
were already gripping at the shaft of his dick in a milking rhythm. "You 
fuck me so wonderfully," she urged him on as he began sliding and gliding 
his cock in and out of her lava-glazed cunt. 

"Reach under my ass and work a finger into my asshole," she wheedled, "and 
give me a rectal and a cuntal cum at the same time. I like both my holes 
stuffed full at the same time, Honey." 

Valery's features contorted briefly as his big stink-finger stabbed her 
asshole and sent a quick pain flickering through her bowels. "Yeeaa-aahhhh," 
she growled. "That's good, now fuck me fast and deep and make me climax. I 
love your big cock smashing into my twat like this. Nail me to the couch 
with your big sex-spike. Go, go, go! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" 

She half-closed her eyes, wishing she could have her head down there to 
watch his prick pistoning into her pussy, pulling the lips around it, in and 
out of her body-It was such a comfortable, secure, serene feeling, his 
massive prick pumping in and out of her pussy, seemingly cramming her 
fun-hole with pound after pound of hard, hot male-meat. 

I'm gonna smell like hot cock and cunt, she mused. But I don't care. Dully, 
she remembered a remark she had made earlier. Yes? What if she did meet 
another man and he interested her? Would she be inclined to let him sprawl 
her out and hunch his strange cock into her? Would the fact he could smell 
her and know that she had been socked full of cock earlier stop him? 

"Uuuummmm! Come on, Glen, sock the cock to me! I'm gonna cum! Screw your 
finger around in my hot, tight little asshole and really fuck me into 
heaven! Aaaaaiiiieeeee-yes! That's it! Plug my jug full of cock-cork and 
bring me off! Riiigggghhhhtttt now, Glen! Hurry! Cum! Fuck me fast and deep! 

"Waa-waaa-waaaaaa! I'm exploding inside. Whoops, I'm cuuuummmming!" And she 
almost swooned as he stabbed his shaft deep, his big balls plopping against 
her up-curved ass and shot his steaming jizz into her cunt in spasming 
gushes. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Her erotic shaking had subsided by the time she picked up Susan Egan at the 
curb outside the bank where she worked. "Something weird is going on," Susan 
said, slamming the door of the station wagon. "Cops and guards came to the 
bank and picked up a lot of money this afternoon. 

"You're late, Val-you and Glen tear off a little piece as a vacation 
present? Any way, we'll just make it in time to watch Bea do the weather 
show at five-twenty-five." 

Valery was about to tell her what Glen had told her about the money and the 
note and the explosions-but there would be time for the three of them to 
discuss it as they packed for their vacation. And, really, there wasn't much 
packing to do. Most of their things were already stored in the travel 
trailer parked at the curb outside their apartment building. Just hook on 
and go, Bea had said earlier in the week. 

"Trick or treat," one of the TV stage hands said as they walked into the big 
studio decorated in a Halloween motif. His eyes behind his mask ogled and 
leered as he appraised a lot of bare skin exposed by their scanty costumes. 

Bea Marsh, long, red hair combed out and hanging almost to the flare of her 
hips, was standing before a map of the Northwest, a blackboard pointer held 
loosely in both hands. 

She waved when she recognized the pair. The cap she wore was a cat mask that 
covered the upper part of her face. The halter was scanty, just barely 
cupping and containing her voluptuous breasts. And there was a large expanse 
of sleek midriff before the bikini bottom began. Bea shook her fanny and the 
short tail swished impishly. 

"Woof! Woof!" a cameraman motioned for her to standby. 

"Sure would like to tree that pussy-cat and gnaw off a hunk of her tail," 
one of the many men in Halloween masks and costumes muttered. Bea flawlessly 
examined the weather scene, ending with a smiling admonition for motorists 
to be extra careful that evening because a lot of little ghosts and goblins 
would be darting back and forth across streets that would probably be slick 
with rain by dark. 

As she swayed across the studio, off the set, she slapped playfully at hands 
reaching for her jutting cones and bikini-accented crotch. When a floor 
manager grabbed her tail, she whirled, raised her fingers like claws. 
"Meeeooorrrwwww!" she snarled, hissing and growling. "I'll scratch your eyes 
out and claw your balls off," she spat with mock venom. 

Bea brought her coat from a closet and moved close to Valery and Susan. 
""Won't be a party here this year-someone already partied too much-got drunk 
and told off one of the brass and the party was canceled. Val, let's go back 
to your building." 

They paid little attention to a man in a devil's costume who strode along 
with them to the underground parking lot. They nodded and smiled as he held 
the door for Susan and Bea. But smiles turned to expressions of fright as he 
shoved Bea inside roughly, climbed into the backseat of the station wagon 
and aimed a pistol at Valery's head. 

"Drive toward the International Airport," he snapped. "I'll tell you where 
to go." 

He steered them to a dingy motel, near enough to the airport the three young 
women could see and hear planes taking off and landing. "Inside," he snarled 
before they could survey their surroundings. 

Two men, also masked, opened the door of the motel unit. "I thought you were 
only going to bring the Weather Gal," one of them said warily. 

"Oh, she had friends-two beautiful friends," the man in the devil costume 
grinned. He motioned with the gun to one of his companions. "Call the cops 
and just tip them that the weather girl from the TV station has been 
grabbed. And hang up." 

The three girls exchanged frightened glances as a man in black with white 
bones simulating a skeleton stripped off their coats. "Very choice Halloween 
morsels," he chuckled. "A pussy," he tweaked one of Bea's titties. "I don't 
know what you would call these two," he canted his head to study Valery and 
Susan. "Sexy spooks, I guess." He sniffed, leaned close to Valery. "This one 
smells like someone already got her primed for goblin." 

The first man, wearing an ankle-length black cape with a collar that flared 
upward from the neck and a snug hood with horns, asked, "You sure the cops 
will connect this with the blasts?" 

The third man, wearing a flowing black robe with a sash and a Ku Klux Klan 
hood, nodded. "They'll make it-at least they will consider a possible 
connection." He glanced at his watch. "They should have the note now telling 
them where to bring the money. We have half an hour-if we leave here at 
six-thirty." 

"Are you going to tell them where the other two bombs are?" the Devil asked. 

The Male Witch nodded. "We'll board the plane-like we planned, take it over 
and radio the control tower to have the money sent aboard. That would be 
about a quarter to seven. As soon as the plane lifts from the runway, we'll 
radio them where to find the two bombs. And these three gals will help add 
to the confusion and give the cops added headaches as they try to tail us." 

The Devil gouged a finger into Bea's exposed belly button. "What do we do 
now? Just wait?" 

"Hell," the Male Witch said with relish and appropriateness, winking at the 
Devil, "I think we have time to play a few pranks." He grabbed Valery's arm 
and tugged her toward a back bedroom. "Pick your treats and give them a 
trick." 

"No! No, no, no! God, no!" Valery heard Bea and Susan begging as the Male 
Witch slammed the bedroom door behind them. 

The squeals of protest in the outer room seemed muted to Valery as her mind 
whirled and spun, trying to cope with the bizarreness of her situation. It 
was all so peculiar, everything happening so fast, fright hadn't built yet. 
But reality started to come home fast as she watched the man in the flowing 
robe pull off his laceless boots. There was only the hint of a leer on his 
lips behind the hood as he half-turned, hoisted the hem of the robe and 
removed his pants and shorts. "Baby," he laughed brittlely, "I'm going to 
cast a real spell over you-just as soon as I can get at the old magic wand." 

Son of a bitch, Valery thought bitterly, terror and disgust starting to 
build in her. A sharp, low-pitched, wavering scream in the next room drew 
their attention for a moment. Then the Male Witch, the hem of the robe up 
around his narrow waist, sat on the edge of the bed and motioned to her. 
"Come on, spook me and get a couple of squirts of spunk." 

Dull dread wormed into her dazed mind as she recognized what he wanted from 
her and of her. "I won't," she mumbled, wishing she could flee-or Glen would 
come barging in like Mannix. 

But he half-lunged from the bed at her and seized her right wrist. He sat 
back, twisting her arm and forcing her to grovel between his spread legs, on 
her knees. "I never have and I won't do such a thing," she whined, unable to 
swerve her astonished eyes from the lewd, lolling balls and hefty, erect 
penis with the foreskin rolled back in a wad behind the fat coronal ridge of 
the plump head. 

"Don't make me do a nasty thing like that?" Valery begged, wincing as he 
twisted her arm upward, hand and wrist behind her head so he could pressure 
her forward into his spread thighs, closer and closer to his lechcrously 
ugly appendages. 

"A mouth-virgin?" the Male Witch chortled. "I got me a cherry in the 
cock-sucking department? How about that for a Halloween treat. Come on, 
Baby, eat my trick." 

Shudders of revulsion swept through Valery and she wished she could and 
would faint, but her consciousness of what was happening was too keen. She 
was too-much awake-with her face and hand so close to his grotesquely huge 
balls and ready sex-plunger. Except he wasn't intent on shoving it up her 
cunt, he was going to make her eat and suck and swallow it-probably make her 
mouth-fuck him until he ejaculated his rotten jizz in her mouth and down her 
throat. 

"Don't make me-do that," Valery whimpered. "Heeeey," she squalled as he 
released her wrist and tangled his hand in her hair, yanking it hard, 
sending needles of pain darting through her scalp. 

"Take my balls in one hand and my cock in the other," he demanded hoarsely, 
torturously yanking and twisting her hair. "Get with it, you cute little 
bitch," he snarled. 

"Oooohhhh, plceeeaaaasssseeee," Valery sobbed as his free hand grabbed one 
of her tits and she had the eerie feeling he was going to tear her tender 
flesh right off her body. 

"Do it!" he ordered. 

Her left hand darted into his crotch and palmed his heavy balls with tufts 
of kinky, black hair. Instantly, his hand eased in her hair and the pain 
subsided. "Keep going," he muttered, giving her hair another yank. 

Quickly, her right hand reached and her fingers curled around the thick 
barrel of his massive sex-bat. "Thatta girl," he smirked. "You know what to 
do-so do it!" 

Valery stole a quick look at his shrouded face and her gaze flicked back to 
what her hands were doing-the left was cradling his balls, fingers kneading 
and caressing them. Her right began slowly, erratically flogging up and down 
on his meaty pole. As the pressure eased in her tangled hair, she began 
jacking him off with long, sure, rapid strokes. A thought bloomed in her 
mind that if she masturbated him and compelled him to shoot his cum that 
way, he wouldn't make her suck his ludicrous cock and take his jizz in her 
mouth. She remembered how docile Glen became after he spent his juice up her 
cunt or in her asshole. 

But he tightened his fingers in her hair and towed her face closer to the 
glistening glans, the gaping little slit-eye in the blunt end. 

"Get your mouth over it and suck," he grouched. His other hand cuffed her 
roughly on the left side of the head. 

"Oooohhhh," she cried sharply. He cuffed her again and she quickly took a 
deep breath, opened her mouth wide-wishing she could force her eyes to 
close-and took the head of his cock into her mouth. 

"Aaaagggghhhh," she blubbered as he clapped his hands on either side of her 
head, holding it there with the knob of his big dong puffing out her cheeks 
and depressing her reluctant tongue. 

"Suck it good and mouth-fuck me," he groaned, jerking his ass upward to 
force the fat, juicy butb of his prick toward the slope of her throat. 

Valery gasped for breath and in doing so, she worked her tongue along the 
underside of his thick dick. "Gggggglllluggggg," she gurgled, the smooth, 
salty glans trapped, at the back of her tongue. In spite of herself, she 
closed her lips and sucked hard. 

His hands closed her ears and she thought she could hear the squishy sucking 
sound of her mouth and lips and tongue and cheeks right through her palate. 
His hands began working her head and she wished she could close her eyes. 
But she seemed hypnotized, watching his huge stump invading her mouth. And 
she was doing it-full realization hit her with a sinking sensation of 
humiliation and degradation-she was fucking off this masked stranger with 
her mouth. And-damn, oh, damn!-her hands were truly playing with his balls 
and teasing around the base of his monstrous cock. 

"Hey, Babe, maybe you never did it before, but you can sure suck cock. 
That's the way to go! Down on your knees, going down, down, down and blowing 
the old prick with that hot, juicy, beautiful mouth. Wish you could see how 
your ruby lips are all stretched around my prick. Keep going! Fuck my cock 
fast and slurpy-like and get it all down your smooth throat. Man, what a 
cock-sucker you are." 

Valery was only vaguely aware that his hands had left her head and were 
resting on her shoulders-and she was doing all the mouth-fucking on her own, 
rocking back and forth, bobbing her head, taking more and more and more of 
his juicy cock into her face and sucking hard on the huge plum. It was 
fascinating, the way his monstrous hunk of flesh glided in and out of her 
vacuuming mouth. His balls, floating in her hand seemed to swell even more 
as he hunched his prick into her throat, hurrying toward his explosive 
climax. 

"Goddamn!" he yelled. "Suck hard, fuck it down deep and heeerrreee it 
comes!" His blast of jizz caught her on the down stroke and she sucked him 
dry with her forehead against his hard, lower belly, his genital hair 
tickling her convulsing chin as she sucked her lips firmly around the base 
of his spasming, squirting prick. 

She was numbly aware of his taking his cock out of her mouth and dressing. 
She remained on her knees beside the bed until he lifted her. "Let's check 
on the others," he gloated, pinching her ass and titties, pushing her ahead 
of him into the other room. 

Her eyes swept the orgiastic scene quickly, clearly. The Devil was atop Bea 
in the middle of the bed. Her legs were looped up over his shoulders and he 
was industriously fucking his cock to her-right through the slit she had 
sewn into the straddle of the crotch. 

She could see long wisps of Bea's red pubic hair, the fatty protrusion of 
her pussy lips as he plundered his cock in and out of her in loud, 
squish-squosh plunges. She was moaning and her feet were trying to dance in 
the air as he pumped the prick into her pussy, rolling her ass high in the 
air, hiking her weight back on her shoulders. 

The Skeleton had Susan down on all-fours in the middle of the room and was 
feeding his cock up her asshole in one lunge and into her snatch on the 
next. Each time he lunged, he shafted his bone to the balls in her quivering 
body. 

Valery felt petrified as her gaze swung from one lascivious action to the 
other. There was no doubting it! Bea was softly pleading lor him to give it 
to her faster! "Give mc all the prick you got," she squalled suddenly, 
trying to up-fuck her rounded ass to meet his forward, inner-thrusts. 

"I'm not going to! I'm not going to-I won't!" 

Susan began whimpering, voice becoming more and more shrill. But she 
suddenly began back-fucking her bottom, gauging each plunge of his prick 
into ler pussy, then her rectum. "Aiiieeee," she shrieked, her body fucking 
him faster and faster aid more demandingly as she soared through one erotic 
eruption after another with his relentless prick goring her two holes. 

Then, after the men had finished using them, hey yanked them into the middle 
of the floor and systematically tore off their clothes. They were thrown 
naked onto the bed and tied to each other and to the bedstead. 

"Don't let the Bogey-man get you this Halloween," one of them smirked as 
they slipped out of the motel unit. 

For several minutes, the three lay on the bed, stunned. Then they began 
exploring ways to free themselves. At last, Valery got her hand out of the 
loop of rope than pinioned her to the bed and reached for the telephone. 

"Who you calling?" Bea demanded. "Not the damned cops!" 

"Glen," Valery said, dropping the receiver on the pillow beside her head and 
reaching to dial. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

After telling Glen Dane where they were and telling him to please hurry 
over, Valery hung up and finished freeing herself, Susan and Bea. 

They threw on their long coats and buttoned them to the throats and stared 
at each other with bewilderment and astonishment. "I don't believe it," Bea 
muttered, using her fingers to comb tangles out of her long, red tresses. 

"I need a drink," Valery shrugged. "I have a bottle I bought for us to 
celebrate our vacations this evening in the car." Hugging the coat about her 
naked body, she slipped out to the station wagon and scurried back inside 
with the fifth of bourbon. "Get some glasses," she muttered, breaking the 
seal and unscrewing the cap. 

"I don't believe it, either," she mused, pouring three water glasses Susan 
brought from the bathroom. 

"What a hell of a day," Susan blazed. "I thought it was going to be neat. I 
got a check for two-hundred and fifty dollars from a New York publisher for 
a short story-then this." 

"Speaking of money," Valery said suddenly, going back to the car for their 
purses. "Let's check to see if they robbed us as well as raped us." 

But their money was intact. "Why should they?" Susan shrugged. "They have 
plans to get a lot of money." 

"Let's get the hell out of here," Bea grumbled. "And arc we still going on 
vacation?" 

"We'll wait for Glen," Valery said quietly. "And I'm going to get the hell 
away from here as fast as I can-if you know what I mean. I can just see all 
the concerned faces of Seattle as people recognize the three little dames 
who were gang-banged by three airplane hijackers." 

It was seven-twenty when Glen Dane arrived. He looked haggard as he faced 
the three young women sitting side by side on the edge of the bed. "I heard 
about the kidnaping on the police radio," he said. 

"They're going to hijack a plane and get five-hundred-thousand dollars," 
Valery said. 

"They did," Glen said. "They pulled that off just twenty-three minutes ago. 
The police found a bomb planted at one of the big government buildings and 
another in a crowded department store. Both defused with a few minutes to 
spare. And the cops arc on their way here." 

"God, no!" Bea cursed. 

"May as well," Glen shrugged. "They'll want to go over this place and talk 
to you three." There was the angry grate of tires on gravel outside and 
then, with the police, there were too many people in the place. 

The girls went over their abduction, their attacks and what they had heard 
the three man say in detail three times. 

Finally, distraught, and weary, they faced a final question, "Can't you tell 
us any more about the three? What your rapists looked like?" 

As his eyes swung from one to the other, he said wearily, "I know," his eyes 
went to Valery, "you were abused by a Male Witch. And you," he looked at 
Bea, "caught it from the Devil." He shook his head as he considered the 
cowering Susan, "You were screwed by a Skeleton." 

After the police had gone, Glen bundled the three women into Valery's car. 
"I'll drive you home," he said. 

"Where's you car?" Susan asked absently. 

"I came in a cab," Glen said. 

"He can't afford a car," Valery said a little nastily. But she clung to his 
arm and leaned her head on his shoulder. "Where's the rest of my bourbon?" 
she asked. 

"The cops drank it," Glen said. "I helped with two swallows. I'll get some 
more at that liquor store near you gals' apartment building. They raped my 
girls and got away with half a million dollars. Those lucky bastards," he 
said musingly. 

"You don't hate us, despise us, think we're ruined?" Valery asked timidly. 

"Only an idiot would," he reassured them, patting Valery's head, reaching to 
touch Bea's shoulder and pushing his hand into the backseat to squeeze 
Susan's hands. "I love you all-always will. My brunette, my redhead and my 
blonde." 

In a liny voice, Susan said, "I'm really a brown-head-and bleach it. Do you 
mind?" They laughed as tension eased. 

The girls left Glen in the kitchen mixing drinks for all of them as they 
vanished into their respective bedrooms, then took turns showering and went 
to dress. With a blaze crackling and sizzling in the fireplace, Valery 
peered from the faces of her roommates to Glen sitting in the leather 
lounger chair he usually took when he visited. "It all seems like such a 
dream-I can't feel dirty and ashamed and guilty and debased. I just feel 
damned angry." 

"You should have bit off his pecker," Glen grinned. 

"Maybe," Susan grimaced, "you can't think of something like that with your 
mouth crammed full of big, hard cock." 

"Oh, SHUT UP," Valery reddened. 

"We didn't hear you yelling and screaming in protest," Bea tried to add 
levity to the situation. 

Valery licked her dry lips, held Bea's eyes with her own as she sipped her 
drink. She felt herself blushing. Then she shrugged, what the hell? It can't 
be undone. I just have to accept it. "It's very difficult," she said 
haughtily, "talking with your mouth full." 

After the laugher, a little forced, died away, Glen said seriously, "The 
police found something in a wastepaper basket that I thought was very 
interesting. Where is that road map you girls were trying to wear out when 
planning your vacation?" 

"I'll get it," Susan said. And she brought it from her handbag. 

"Yep," Glen said, unfolding it and looking at both sides. "Washington and 
Oregon. Fine." The girls left the couch to sit on the arms of his chair and 
hover over him as he traced a highway with a pen toward Spokane. 

"There was a circled X on the map just a little north of Ephrata." Glen drew 
in the insignia. "Now the plane they supposedly took was scheduled to fly to 
Spokane and eventually to Salt Lake City." 

"What do you mean 'supposedly'?" Valery asked warily. 

He shooed them away to fix fresh drinks while he whistled softly, slowly 
folding and checking the map. He drank and frowned. "You're making pretty 
damned loose with my whiskey-this is strong." 

"What are you doing?" Susan demanded, stamping her bare foot. 

"I am folding a map," he said with a smart-aleck tone. "I have a theory." 

"Hurray," Valery breathed, leaning over the back of the chair to kiss-peck 
him on the cheek. "Do the police know about your hot, public prick-I mean 
private dick theory?" 

"I don't think they took off in that plane," Glen said forcefully. "I think 
the money was delivered-I know that much. But-the plane was taxied to a far, 
dark portion of the runway for takeoff. I think the hijackers ditched the 
plane there. I think they had a vehicle stashed and sashayed in another 
direction. I think that map was left behind-with that highway traced and 
that X marking to mislead the cops." 

"Where do you think they went?" Bea asked doubtfully. 

They sipped their drinks and Bea and Valery lit cigarettes as he turned the 
map in his hands. "Look at the way this map is folded." Glen shrugged away 
from the girls and placed the map on the floor between his feet. "I think 
they headed south toward Oregon. You gals better go to Canada." 

"You have to be nuts," Valery snorted, squinting at the map on the 
floor-between his legs. It gave her an eerie feeling. Not long ago, she had 
been on the floor between a man's legs-giving him a blow-job and sucking his 
cock down her throat. "I need another drink. Go ahead, Sherlock, I can hear 
you." 

"There was some scribbling on the Oregon map which I didn't have a chance to 
digest. Looked like a couple of dates and someone had punched a hole in the 
map with the tip of a ballpoint pen west of Salem." 

Quietly, Valery said, "There isn't much of anything out there. Valsetz Lake 
and a little town by that name, I think I remember." 

And, she mused, there was an old house-a huge, old stone house that had been 
abandoned. We went up there one time when I was in high school on a class 
outing. The Old Castle. 

"Bea, did you get your case load squared away with the State Welfare 
Department?" Valery asked. 

"Yes, yes, yes, Mother," Bea said with feigned snottiness. 

What, Valery mused, if Glen's theory were correct and the hijackers had 
headed into Oregon? The girls would learn soon enough of a slight change in 
plans. 

* * * 

The girls left Seattle before daylight Saturday morning in a light ram. They 
ate breakfast in Tacoma, then veered west through Olympia and south to cross 
the Columbia River from Vancouver into Portland, Oregon. 

"I'm going to enjoy this vacation-in spite of what happened," Bea said, 
sitting in the backseat and putting up her long, red hair. "I could kill 
that smug son of a bitch-the Devil-who spunked up my tight little cunt." She 
was silent for a moment. "Darned cunt, anyhow-it really took to that hard 
hunk of meat the guy fed into it." 

Valery laughed with relief. For a moment she was worried the girls-all of 
them-herself included-would brood about their Halloween sexploitation and it 
would ruin their trip. "We'll enjoy it," she agreed. 

"Don't come down hard on yourself," Susan said tonelessly from her huddled 
position against the passenger door. "I could deny it, but my fine friend, 
Val, would probably tell everyone what a liar I am. Soooooo-there he had me 
down on all-fours with my bare ass shining and presented to him. And he was 
humping his dong to me. And I was actually pushing my cherished little ass 
back to him to get all the cock he had. God! Up my ass and in my cunt!" 

Valery frowned. "And the guy who had me forced me to suck the first cock I 
ever did in my life. Uuummmm, well, let's forget it? Shall we? 

"Susan," Valery artfully changed the subject, "didn't you say you sold a 
short story? What was it about?" 

"And you want to change the subject," Susan stretched her legs and eased the 
bind of the wool slacks in her crotch. "It was all about a welfare agency 
caseworker who fell in love with a young father who had four little kids and 
his wife was dead and he was out of work. And she wanted to marry him. And 
she was raped Halloween night on her way to his house with a sack of 
groceries to fix supper for all of them." 

"Did you write a story about me?" Bea sniffed. "I don't think you should 
pattern your stories after people you know." 

Valery laughed. "I didn't know you had sold it. When did you get the check?" 

"It came yesterday morning," Susan said. "I had alerted the manager of our 
apartment house to check our mail each day and call me if First Class 
letters from magazines came. I got a couple of hours off and had one of the 
bank messenger kids drive me home to see. It was a check and the magazine 
wants some more of my stuff." 

She laughed shakily and lapsed into a thoughtful, brooding silence. 

"And?" Bea urged. 

With a quick, sidelong glance, Valery saw Susan's pert face grimace. 
"And-and-and...." 

"And what?" Bea pursued. 

"And I wanted to celebrate a little so I asked the young kid-the one whose 
trying to grow a mustache and goatee-in for a drink to help me celebrate and 
gloat about what a great writer I'm going to be." 

"So? And? What?" Valery smiled. 

"I think-looking back on it-I over-did my part of the celebration," Susan 
said ironically. "There wasn't anything in the place to drink but that quart 
of peach brandy." 

"Fifth, not quart," Bea corrected. 

"Any way, it hit mc-BOOM," Susan said absently, absorbed in the memory. "And 
that kid said he would really like to kiss a real, live, bona fide writer. 
Soooo, I let him kiss mc...." 

There was such a shy awkwardness in his manner, the way he laid his hands on 
her shoulders. Susan almost laughed as his dry lips brushed her cheek 
timidly. "That's a kiss?" she murmured, turning her head slightly so their 
mouths made contact. He seemed startled and she moved her hands inside his 
open jacket, palms against his ribs. She could feel his heart hammering. 

I'm no expert in kissing and being kissed," she laughed, feeling in command, 
spirit singing as she felt tremors quake through him. She moved her lips 
over his and felt him swallow hard. 

She hadn't meant to lead him on, guide him any farther than just a lingering 
kiss. Maybe prick-tease him a little-but that was all. 

"Mmmmmm. Well, kiss me back a little," she coaxed, flicking the tip of her 
tongue against his, feeling his hands tighten on her trim shoulders. 

"Miss Egan," he mumbled and his mouth opened slightly and she darted her 
tongue into his mouth, snaked it around and sucked his lower lip in between 
her teeth, nipping it as she withdrew his tongue. 

He stepped back in apparent confusion and she stumbled forward, the lines 
and curves of her body molding against his. A nd, with it pressed against 
her belly, there was no way she could mistake the firm, hot lump in his blue 
wool pants with the red piping on the outer leg scams. 

His hands slid from her shoulders, onto her back as. they stumbled to keep 
their balance, to keep from falling. And he held her firmly, her breasts 
crushed like fresh flowers against his hard chest. She gasped for breath and 
their mouths broke for a moment. 

There was a spinning sensation in her head, a dizziness. And it was plain 
she had enthused him-if that were the proper word. And the protuberance in 
his pants was becoming more pronounced. She could actually feel swelling-and 
his heat-right through his heavy clothes. 

"Heeeyyyy," she panted, her head lodged under his chin, her face pressed to 
his necktie. Still, she didn't move in protest to break the embrace. She 
stood there, her body pressed to his, her hands still on his heaving ribs, 
his heavy, growing sex organs swelling large and hard against her tummy. The 
sensation of his basket of nuts and hard pee-can so near her box that once 
held a single cherry was so delicious-so intimate. 

"We better break this off," she panted, but her mind seemed to console her 
that there was nothing really wrong with holding this boy and having him 
hold her. 

Muscles tensed in the backs of her thighs until they ached as she became 
keenly aware of his body moving against hers now. Dry-fucking! Her senses 
jangled with alarm. 

Still, she clung to him and even spread her feet a little so she could curve 
her pussy-mound outward so she could enjoy the friction of his burgeoning 
prick and balls against her. 

And it was so quiet and private in the apartment. Susan was conscious only 
of the delicious reeling of her senses. The vortex seemed to be between her 
legs. The imagery of being a sexual pinwheel amused and tantalized her. And 
this tall, young boy-probably eighteen or nineteen-maybe four or five years 
younger than her twenty-three-had the axle for her wheel. 

Susan knew there was no loss of strength in her legs, yet, she was sinking 
toward the floor. Her legs were, melting under her. She had a hand curled 
behind his neck, an arm wrapped around his waist. And she was pulling him 
down with her. And they were a jumbled heap of two bodies in the center of 
the floor. 

For a moment, she visualized Bea's and Valery's expressions of surprise if 
they walked in. And she knew she would feel so ridiculous, with this young 
boy atop her, with her skirt hem rumped far up her thighs. 

"Miss Egan? Susan," the boy .groaned. Impulsively, his mouth floundered 
wetly over hers. And she kissed him back almost furiously. She laughed with 
quiet, sheer delight as his fingers fumbled clumsily at the buttons of her 
blouse. "Careful," she admonished, "don't tear my clothes. Don't pop off the 
buttons." 

She held him close, an arm looped around his neck, and lay quiet as he 
opened her blouse and kissed the creamy crowns of her breasts that were 
ballooned up out of the low-cut cups of the bra. 

"The hooks are in back," she whispered, turning so he could fish a hand up 
her spine and flip the hooks from their eyes. "I can breathe," she laughed, 
feeling foolish and inane. 

She was acutely aware of the heavy hardness of him, pressed against her bare 
leg. She loosened his tie and undid the collar button of his shirt. "Want me 
to help you with the-rest of our clothes?" 

He groaned as if in pain, shook his head. Sitting on the floor, he turned 
and took off his shoes. While he fumbled with his pants and shorts, she 
quietly, unobtrusively kicked out of her skirt and half-slip. She laughed 
with nervous pleasure when he looked back at her, his eyes widening as he 
stared at her, naked except for sheer black panties. 

Provocatively, she peered at his genitals-and her own eyes widened. "You're 
one heck of a man," she purred, tentatively touching the dark head of his 
swollen member. "Want to take off my panties for me? I'd like for you to." 

He gulped and his eyes blinked rapidly and Susan laughed merrily, 
encouragingly. "Just don't tear them," she smiled, eyes half-closed as his 
trembling fingers slipped into the waistband and peeled them down her legs. 
With her thighs together, she swung her feet high in the air, ankles 
crossed, giving him a close, long look at her bottom. 

His hand palmed her smooth, curvy bottom and caressed the velvetyness of her 
skin. "I like that," she murmured. Her insides seemed to turn to jelly as 
she stared obliquely across her right breast at him on his knees, at his 
balls riding high in the scrotum with anticipation, at his heavy hard-on 
angling out from his hairy crotch. The slit in the tip of the head oozed a 
clear, sticky thread of male sexy-honey. 

"Want to kiss my titties," she breathed, slowly lowering her feet and 
stretching her legs out straight to accent the little furry pillow above the 
tight Vee of her thighs. "I'd like it if you'd suck my nipples and squeeze 
my boobies. " 

As he bent his head over her to smack his lips around a succulent tip of a 
tittie, one of her hands stretched out so that her fingers encircled the 
massive barrel of his big pussy-bat. 

To express her pleasure and approval of his tongue and lips on her choice 
cone, she jacked him off slowly, fingers firm on his long, hot meat. 

The feel of his hard dong in her fingers, his syrup seeping down over her 
hand spurred deep, inner yearnings as her passion bloomed like an open fire. 
She unlocked her ankles and spread her legs as far apart as they would go. 
"Ooohhh," her voice came in a sensuous flutter. "I'm burning up down there. 
I'm on fire. My pussy itches. Heeeeelp me!" 

As her own erotic needs raged into a passionate frenzy, she jacked him off 
with greater zeal, riding her hand away down the shaft until she touched his 
balls, then upward, hauling the foreskin over the glistening glans. 

"Get between my legs," Susan panted, pulling on his dick, trying to goad him 
into mounting her. "You can keep sucking my tits at the same time you give 
it to me. Come on, Honey-get on me and put it in me." 

She sighed with pleasure as he crawled between her legs. She scissored her 
knees upward to keep him securely in her sleek sex-saddle. She found his 
thick dong with both hands and bent it toward her crotch, dipping the head 
into the narrow, wet slot that served as a funnel for his cock, a slick 
guide into her cunt. 

"Ease forward," she gasped, "and I'll help you. Let me guide it in for you, 
Honey," she cried with erotic frenzy, her ass twitching coitally as the 
blunt glans stroked across her distended clitoris. 

Susan was aware that her face was contorted with frantic desire and she was 
emitting little animal sounds as she worked his cock around, rotating her 
bottom to get him positioned on target. A ragged sigh gurgled from her mouth 
and throat as she got his meat spear-head wedged against her coital entry. 

When he remained motionless, apparently undecided, Susan pivoted her bottom 
upward with her feet and bent legs serving as levers. She arched her pussy 
to him and the head of his cock popped inside her, smoothly. And a delicious 
tremor of pleasure gave her a floating sensation. "Ooohhh," she panted. 
"Your prick is in me-a little bit. The wonderful head. Now, Honey, buck your 
hips some and fuck some more into me. I need it. I want it. Please give me 
your cock. See how nice that feels, your nice, big prick inside my hot 
little fun-hole? I want you to ram it into me as far as it will go. I'll 
lift my feet up and reach around and hold your wonderful balls while you 
fuck the prick to me and pretty soon we'll go to heaven together when I 
orgasm and you shoot your jizz up my snatch-canal." 

She opened her eyes and stared at the top of his head that was moving slowly 
as he fed on her breasts. She took a handful of his hair and lifted his 
face. She kissed him and bounced the heels of her feet off his hard, lean 
ass. "Come on," she urged, "let's get down to business ... Pour the prick to 
me and let's fuck." 

He nodded, his mouth open in a stunned gape. Then he took her lean flanks in 
both hands, thumbs digging into the softness of her tummy and hunched almost 
brutally. 

"Aaaaiiiiieeeee," she yelped as he sank his long shaft into her throbbing 
twat. "Yeeeaaaahhhh," she gasped, her fuck-muscles coiling and milking his 
pistoning prick. He had her weight rolled back onto her shoulders and the 
cheeks of her ass were inches off the floor as he drove his cock into her 
cunt at an angle. His balls slapped noisily in the crack of her ass as he 
got the hang of it and drove the prod to her pussy faster and faster. 

"You make my pussy smoke and sing," Susan crooned as she strained to tighten 
her pussy walls around his plundering cock. She sniffed deeply to smell the 
delicious aroma of sex-a hot, musky aroma created by cock pounding into 
cunt. 

She shook her ass demandingly and up-fucked her bottom to meet his 
down-fuck. "Horn it into me," she yipped, fingernails digging at his 
shoulders, through his shirt. "Shove the prick to me-dddeeeeepppp," she 
mumbled, biting her lower lip as she exploded into a tempestuous climax. 
"Keep fucking me even while I cum. Don't jizz me yet." 

But she had worked him into a sexual frenzy and he was banging her twat in 
mighty strokes, grunting and puffing, sweat dripping from his brow onto her 
bobbing tits. And he slammed it into her, his balls bouncing off her 
butt-buns, and flooded her cunt full of thick, sticky jizz. 

"It's all right; it's okay," she crooned, locking her ankles above his ass 
and letting her pussy-mouth savor and gulp the cum from his spasming prong. 
"Go ahead, Honey, and let it all flow out. Pour the jizz into Susan's hot 
pussy and let your cock soak in her smoking cunny. Isn't this wonderful? 
Isn't fucking fun?" 

"I really blew my mental gasket, didn't I?" Susan smiled ruefully, aware of 
Bea leaning over the seat, her hands inside her coat and loving her hot, 
firm, jutting titties. 

"You crazy, hot little bunny," Valery smiled. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Valery shunned Interstate 5, swinging westward to McMinneville, south on 99W 
and west to Dallas where they found a place to park the trailer for the 
night. 

With curtains drawn, the furnace making the little travel trailer all cozy 
and snug, Valery and Susan prepared supper on the three-burner propane 
range, baking old-style country biscuits in the tiny oven. Bea sat at the 
dinette table scowling at the map of Oregon. "I think you have changed 
courses on us, Valery-dear," she muttered. 

"Slightly," Valery replied, "I've been remembering some places I visited 
when I was in high school. There is a little lake near a larger one called 
Valsetz Lake-and we can have some wonderful crosscountry skiing." 

"No resorts?" Bea asked suspiciously. 

Valery shook her head, glanced quickly at the luscious redhead as she 
stretched her long legs in the wool ski pants. 

"No handsome men, no instructors," she said, obviously miffed. 

"We'll have fun," Valery reassured her. "How can you stand those wool things 
in this warm trailer?" 

All Bea said as they ate was, "At the big ski resorts there are always film 
producers and directors and television talent scouts." 

Valery bit her lip, disconcerted by a sense of dread that their vacation 
might be spoiled. "Are you going to try out for a part in any of the Little 
Theater productions this fall, winter and spring? You know, Bea, you can be 
'discovered' more easily performing on the stage than falling on your 
beautiful bottom on a ski run." 

But Susan didn't help alleviate the gloom. "And there are sometimes writers' 
agents and publishers at the winter resorts, too." 

As she cleared the table, Valery asked ar. casually as she could, "Sue, what 
arrangements did you make about missing writing classes at the University?" 

Susan merely shook her gleaming hair. "I told them I would miss three weeks 
before the Christmas recess and be back the first week of January." 

Still hoping to dispel the melancholy, Valery opened a bottle of Scotch and 
mixed drinks for the three of them. "I'll do the dishes in the morning." She 
scooted into the scat opposite her two friends, leaned toward them and 
half-hugged them. But ihey wouldn't look at her, kept their eyes down 
between the wide valleys accented by their tight sweaters. 

She took a deep breath-she had never exhibited ay serious girl-girl thing 
toward the two. But she had heard them late, late at night and knew about 
Bea and Susan. 

"Coooome on," she coaxed, letting her hands slide down their arms and across 
their balloons to tease and tweak their tittie tips. Instantly, there was a 
spontaneous look of surprise in Bea's blue eyes and Susan's brownish-green 
eyes. 

"You're full of tricks, aren't you?" Bea pouted. "And Halloween was 
yesterday." 

Susan's smile was fleeting, reluctant. But her eyes lit up with her 
customary good humor. "I think you're a sort of traitor, Val, hauling us to 
some remote place-where there aren't any guys." 

"We have each other," Valery said, nervous tremors like echoes eddying 
outward from the pit of her stomach over what she was implying. 

"I suppose," Bea said with mock sulkiness, "you could say it's your car and 
we either play your game or you'll take your toy and go home." 

"Pleeceaaaassse," Valery cajoled. 

Then Bea brightened. She stood clumsily in the small area and removed the 
sweater. "If you gals will brush out my hair, maybe I'll forgive you both." 

"What have I done I should be forgiven?" Susan protested, a hand darting to 
tweak the sharp nipple of Bea's left breast until the lithe redhead squealed 
and slapped her hand away. 

"I'll exact recompense from you later, Authoress," Bea said tartly, eyes 
gleaming wickedly, tone carrying an undertone of many implications. 

Her bold, desperate allusion to girl-sex left Valery weak. A hot flush 
spread across her flat tummy and sparked an itch and tingle between her 
crushed thighs. She had never-and wasn't sure how she would react if faced 
with the naked prospect. 

Susan stood and made fresh drinks. Valery was glad-she just couldn't seem to 
swerve her gaze from the ivory-toned crowns of Bea's voluptuous breasts as 
they welled up in the lacy cups of her bra. With tits like those, she 
thought, Bea, you should be able to get a role in some kind of movies. Your 
skin would look like vanilla ice cream on black, silk sheets. As Glen would 
say, what a fabulous pair of lungs. 

"I'll make down the breakfast nook bed where we're sitting," Valery murmured 
casually-as if they hadn't talked about who would sleep where and who would 
do what-like rotating the cooking and dishwashing duties. 

Bea hugged Susan to her ample bosom and kissed the smaller girl on the 
cheek, crushing her firm melons against Susan's shoulder and upraised 
forearm. "That's always been the plan-for the first night out, anyhow," Bea 
winked. 

Valery peered into her drink, scowling slightly. Don't they call the female 
aggressor a dyke? And that was the part Bea was taking right then as Susan 
acquiesced and surrendered her lips to the demanding redhead. But, she had 
seen their play reversed during evenings in the apartment back in Seattle, 
with Susan bossing Bea around-like "go get into your night things. No! Not 
your PJ's, your see-through nightie-the short one. Or better yet, just the 
top of your baby dolls. I think you need a good spanking." 

The first time she had watched Bea position herself across Susan's sleek 
thighs, her bare bottom shining and whimpering properly as Susan laid on her 
hand, she had been embarrassed. 

Her face reddened. Could she play their hot little game? To cover her mental 
turmoil, she spread the Oregon map before her, keenly aware Bea was helping 
Susan out of her sweater. Covertly, she glanced across the small table when 
the two girls giggled. And her breath caught when she saw both had shed 
their bras and had slid downward until their full, ripe breast fruit lolled 
provocatively on the table-like four large grapefruits with smooth-skinned 
grapes attached to them. 

"You characters," she murmured, a hot flash stabbing into her loins as she 
watched them sway their bodies from side to side, rolling their firm, 
tempting boobies along the rim of the table. 

There seemed to be a cold draft in her head as she stared from beneath 
lowered eyelids at the taunting frolic of the two virile young females. The 
breath of conscience? Valery wondered, prudishly aware that part of her 
brain relished the idea of engaging in by-play they both found exciting and 
stimulating. 

Involuntarily, her tapering thighs crushed together until her knees ached 
from the pressure. The turbulent heat being generated between her legs was 
the same as that aroused by Glen's hands as he played and bent and molded 
her for his easy taking. 

She wished Glen were there-she would like to have his hands inside her 
panties, his lips on hers or her titties. She would like to hear his voice. 
Then she turned her attention to the map-wishing she had the original. Why 
hadn't she had the presence of mind to find it before Glen and the cops did? 

And if the ransom-rapists were down this way-would she recognize them? 
Clever criminals don't just wear a sign around their necks to make it easy. 

She stared at the map. That road to where they were going wasn't much-she 
hoped the rain and possible snow in the Coastal Range wouldn't cause them 
trouble. 

With an increase of squirming across the table, Valery refolded the map and 
pushed it aside. Her face seemed to glow hot and red like a flashing neon 
sign as she glanced across to see Bea and Susan turned to face each other. 
They lifted their titties and pressed them together, then leaned forward to 
touch nipples to nipples, wrapped their arms around their naked backs and 
crushed their saucy melons until they flattened out like rubbery pancakes. 
And they kissed, mouths wide open, tongues dancing and diving in and out. 

"Aaaahhhh," Susan mumbled, "you can fuck your tongue farther into my mouth 
than I can yours. I just love the feel of your tongue tickling my tonsils." 

Bea breathed noisily through her mouth as she slurped at Susan's flicking 
pink tongue. "Wanta press pussy-to-pussy and cum that way?" Bea asked 
heatedly. 

"Wish we had a double-dong dildo," Susan gasped, rubbing her tits back and 
forth against Bea's. "I wish our tits would get hard and rigid like a man's 
prick so we could fuck them in our cunts, Bea." 

"What a fabulous, impossible dream," Bea sighed with resignation, pulling 
Susan's naked torso more firmly against hers. Without looking at Valery, she 
said, "Val, you got any ideas how two hard-up gals can fuck each other? Got 
any suggestions on what we can use as a substitute for a man's sex-organ?" 

"Nooo," Valery muttered, eyes gaping, intrigued and enticed by the two 
female lovemakers. 

"I could call Glen and have him rush down just to hose down your pussy 
fires," she smiled. Why had she said that? Because a moment before she had 
been wistfully wishing she could talk to him? She scowled. Had Glen serviced 
Bea and Susan and she didn't know about it? The way he had called them his 
brunette and redhead and blonde. 

"Would you share him with us?" Susan panted, turning an eye to peer in her 
direction. 

Valery felt her blush deepening and she shrugged, "I don't own him-or his 
promiscuous prick. How," she asked softly, casually, "do you know whether 
he's got a tool that would ream out your holes to your satisfaction?" 

"I'd gamble-if he were here," Bea retorted, biting down on Susan's tongue 
until the smaller girl whined like a puppy. "A prick is a prick-if there's 
not a bunch of guys around for a gal to make a choice." 

"Let's rub pussies," Susan whimpered, tone whining and pleading. 

Valery's discomfort increased-as did the burning and itching in her crotch. 
And there wasn't the slightest hint of bashfulncss or reluctance in her 
friends as they scooted out of the breakfast nook and finished stripping. A 
feeling of loneliness and being an outsider threaded into her mind as 
she-watched the naked imps embrace in the middle of what floor space the 
little trailer provided. 

Her breath caught as she watched their beautiful nude bodies writhing as 
they made coital motions with their pelvises, rubbing their Venus mounds 
together, rotating and foisting their smooth, rounded, tensed butts in 
coital hunchings. "Give me all the pecker you don't have," Bea gasped as 
they struggled to grate their breasts together. "I'm gonna have a 
boobie-orgasm," Susan whooped, latching her hungry mouth onto Bea's. 

"Oooohhhh, I wish you had a cock, Bea. I need a big prick shoved in my hot 
little snatch, fucking and grinding my twat into ashes." 

"I wish your young bank-examiner was here to investigate my cunny," Bea 
whined. "I need his deposit in my vault," her voice trailed off as she urged 
Susan backward toward the bed in the back of the trailer. 

Valery watched them retreat with dread, appalled that she wanted to continue 
watching their lovemaking-and learn from their unconcerned orgiastic 
reveling. 

But they turned on an overhead light and left the sliding door open. As if 
by unspoken accord, they toppled onto the neat bed without breaking contact. 
As if hypnotized, Valery scooted out of the booth, poured more Scotch over 
two fresh ice cubes and moved hesitantly toward the naked pair. 

"Let's get pussy-to-pussy, Bea," Susan cajoled, squirming away from the 
taller redhead. 

"Oooohhhh, yceessss," Bea agreed, positioning herself with Susan who rolled 
slightly onto one side so Bea could stretch a leg along her ass and her 
back. She hustled her crotch upward toward Susan's. "Oooohhhh, Jesus, your 
pussy is hot-I can feel the heat from inches away," Bea breathed. 

"Reflection of your own," Susan quipped. "Boy, do you ever have a 
sweet-smelling pussy-tonight. Ixt's cat each other later." 

They seemed oblivious to Valery's presence as their frantic hands stretched 
outer pussy leaves far apart so their moist, gleaming vulva-blossoms were 
fully exposed. Valery was conscious of swallowing hard and gulping the 
Scotch as she stared at the grinning, leering pussies of her friends. 

"Come and make contact," Bea wheedled, shaking her bottom. 

And Susan squirmed her bottom downward. Slowly, slowly, slowly, they drew 
their cunnies together. The lips seemed to stick together as their bodies 
made contact. 

"God, I like it-I love it," Bea groaned as they twisted their lower bodies, 
rubbing naked cunts together. Each took an ankle of the other so they could 
apply leverage and increase the delirious pressure of bared vulvas. "All we 
need is a double-dong so we could fuck each other," Susan panted, as they 
writhed and groaned, naked bodies seemingly entwined in a lewd meshing. 

Valery, when she became aware of a hand digging at her own tormented crotch, 
tugged it away and drank deeply. A twinge of guilt flashed through her as 
she found herself contemplating getting onto the bed and gouging a finger of 
each hand up the butt holes, of the two lasciviously squirming girls. 

She shook her head and backed away slightly, feeling a disappointment the 
naked Bea and Susan would feel ultimately. No matter how hard and long and 
much they rutted their pussies together, they would not have the delicious, 
heavenly orgasms they craved from cocks pounding in and out of their cunts. 

And right now they were fucking, make-believe, so violently that they were 
shaking the trailer. And anyone walking by would suspect some gal was really 
getting her pussy poked. 

More than ever, she wanted to talk to Glen. Maybe she should give in and 
marry the guy. Quietly, she put on a coat and hesitated at the trailer door. 
Maybe, she fretted, he wouldn't want to marry her now-after she had been 
defiled by that horrible man in the male witch costume. She shivered 
involuntarily. He did kiss me, though, didn't he? After he knew that I had 
been forced to suck his huge cock-and swallow his prick as it gushed jizz? 

Silently, she left the trailer, strode through the semi-dark trailerpark to 
a lit telephone book and placed a call to Seattle. 

The operator found Glen at the bar around the comer from his apartment 
house. For a moment, she was so choked up with happiness that she couldn't 
speak. "I was afraid to call your apartment, lest I break up your bedroom 
session with one of your other girl-friends," she laughed. 

"Nope," he said, "I'm gonna sleep alone. Hey, the cops arc getting their 
imaginations working. They now think like I do that the culprits never left 
on the plane. 

"They know how they got aboard, too. First, the cops figure the three had 
bought tickets as passengers and planned to board on their tickets-but 
created more confusion than they had bargained for. There were just too many 
cops all over the airport. So they changed plans which worked even better. 
One of the guys rushed into the terminal in a police captain's uniform and 
gestured to the other two-in airport guard uniforms-to follow him. Hell! 
They rushed right by all the other cops without a gun or an eyebrow raised. 
Right onto the plane where they put the rest of their plan in motion." 

Tears of being shunned and ignored sprang into Valery's eyes. "Shut up," she 
snapped. "I had this call charged to my phone and I didn't call you to 
listen to you chirp away about that silly old hijacking or whatever your 
cop-pals are calling it." 

There was silence for a moment. "Val-baby, just let me say a little more. 
The reason I think my theory about the robbers never staying with the plane 
is that the chase planes from the Air Guard saw no parachutes and no one on 
the plane remembers the three men after the plane took off. 

"Now, what did you want to say?" 

"Glen," she fought to keep from blubbering. "I think I love you. I'm going 
to write to you after we get to our vacation place. 

"Andwish you were here. I could use your arms around mc and your lips 
kissing mc. And...." 

"And?" he said softly. 

"And I need some fucking by your lovely peter in the hottest way," she 
laughed shakily. 

"Wish I was there to give it to you, Baby," he breathed obscenely. 

"I need it bad," she said in a tone of confession. "So bad, I might even go 
down on you and give you a blow-job and suck your cock 'til it either 
ballooned all out of porportion or shriveled to nothing." 

"The forbid either of those things happening," Glen said with mock fright. 
"Too big, your little pussy couldn't take it. Too shriveled up and you'd 
hunt for pecker elsewhere." 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

There was a sly shyness in Susan and Bea the next morning as Valery towed 
the trailer into light Sunday morning traffic after a quick breakfast. She 
smiled inwardly when the two didn't even complain about the road that took 
them west beyond the little town of Falls City. 

Do they feel guilty and embarrassed? she wondered, even gritting her own 
teeth as the car and trailer jounced and bounced on the even rougher road as 
she steered south. "The town of Valsetz is west of where we turned off," she 
explained. "There is a real pretty lake ahead-and the most intriguing old 
house, if it hasn't been torn down." 

"I don't think there is enough snow on these mountains for skiing," Bea 
murmured, head tilting as if she would peer through the roof of the station 
wagon at their skis on the top rack. 

"Too chilly to swim in the lake," Susan offered, just a trace of sulkiness 
in her tone. "I guess we'll have fun," she said lamely, doubtfully. 

For an instant, Valery lost her temper, "There are forest rangers through 
here from time to time, maybe you can get one of them to use his prick on 
your glutinous pussy, Sue. Or, you can look for a big pine cone to make into 
a dildo-did you bring a condom with you to unroll over it so it won't gouge 
your twatty walls?" 

"Crap," Susan grumbled. 

"Hey," Bea chirped, sitting between the two. She turned to Valery and put an 
arm around her shoulders and kissed her on the right cheek. "Don't fuss, you 
two." Boldly, she fondled Valery's right breast and Valery couldn't fend her 
hand away as she tooled the laden vehicle over a rocky-bumpy area. 

"I'll help Sue find a forest ranger to screw her-and I'll show you how much 
fun it is to rub pussies-and we'll use the ranger's dick ourselves for 
dessert," Bea laughed merrily, hand gripping hard on Valery's tit until it 
burned and tingled with fascinating dcliciousncss. 

"Stop it, Bea-you'll make mc wreck us," Valery said softly, not too firmly. 

Shortly after noon, Valery stopped on a curve of the road and pointed. The 
sight awed her then as it had a few years ago. "I wanted you two to see it," 
she said softly, simply. "Isn't it-well, unreal?" 

The massive stone house, grey with age and weathering, seemed to lurk in its 
shelter of towering pine trees that stood like ominous sentinels. Windows of 
the ground floor were still boarded, but those on the second and third 
floors seemed to stare like unblinking eyes of resentment. 

"I don't think I remember the fat turrets on each end," she murmured, 
indicating the round structures with the pointed, domed roofs. 

"Brrrr, a haunted house," Susan shivered. 

"The Old Castle, we called it," Valery laughed. "It has fireplaces on all 
the floors and in the huge ground-level parlors and great banquet halls-just 
like in King Arther's time." 

"Maybe there's a few knights around, Susan, to shove their lances up your 
butt hole," Bea teased. "Wouldn't you like to have a knight shed his armor, 
strip down and spear your pussy?" 

"Hush your lascivious mouth," Susan pouted, squirming beside her as Valery 
drove forward. 

"We'll park in that grove of trees beside the lake, get the trailer leveled, 
have some lunch and go see if we can explore the place," Valery said 
hopefully. 

She was grateful to Susan as they set the four trailer jacks. "I bet there 
arc even secret passeges and chambers and such," the little blonde rattled 
with honest enthusiasm. 

"Probably," Valery nodded, sucking a thumb she pinched as she unhitched the 
station wagon. 

"Full of ghosts and goblins," Bea said huffily. 

Valery scowled. "Phooey." But she wondered whether they would meet, say, a 
male witch and a skeleton and a devil. She was suddenly anxious to read the 
Salem Sunday newspaper she had picked up in Dallas. 

The grey, lead-plated sky and the silent, murky light rain added a dismal, 
forbidding gloom to the area as they strolled through black-green trees 
toward the hulking Old Castle. They were within a hundred yards of the 
massive, inhospitable mansion before they saw the modern mobile home 
squeezed discreetly into a grove of pines and poplars. Behind it were a 
white bus and an older model Mustang. 

"I hadn't expected anyone to be here," Valery said, a strange excitement 
whipping her heart into a galloping pound. Bite your tongne, burn your bra, 
liar, her mind seemed to taunt her. And she wondered whom they would find 
inside? A Skeleton? A Devil? A Warlock? 

"Maybe a knight to wear one of Susan's rubber sheaths on his spear," Bea 
smirked. 

Valery quickly identified the subdued sound of a gasoline engine as that of 
a portable power plant. She peered from the mobile home to the looming old 
house and saw lights here and there on the top two floors, bright lights, 
lights brighter than normal lamps. 

She glanced back at the mobile home and saw fuzzy movement. Then an electric 
light was turned on and she watched a completely naked woman pour a cup full 
of coffee and lace it with cither whiskey or brandy. Someone must have 
spoken to her because she poured another cup and held it away from her as 
she was joined by another naked woman. 

"Sprites of nature," Bea whispered, simultaneously pinching Valery's and 
Susan's titties. 

The two young women walked away into the mobile home. "Whoops!" Bea chirped, 
"There's a naked babe for all of us." 

Valery frowned as a third young woman strolled into sight to fix a drink, 
light a cigarette and pause to scratch the undersurfacc of a bare breast. 

"I wonder who's in the old house?" Valery whispered. 

"Even if it's a male," Bea said practically, "one stud for six mares isn't 
very promising." 

"Heck," Susan said brightly, "the sixth gal should have the best of his cock 
and balls-if he can stay hard. He should be able to fuck for hours if all he 
has are dry cums." 

"You're a brainy one," Bea chided. "Where did you learn so much about 
biology? I know, you read about it. Being a writer, you have to 'bone' up on 
such things as how a man can screw all night and how many times a woman can 
orgasm and how often. Right now, I think I could fuck the best-hung stud in 
the country down to a whimpering idiot. From stallion back to colt." 

"I wish Glen were here," she was prompted to blurt out. "I think we should 
just march up there and knock on the door and introduce ourselves," she said 
with more resolution than she felt. 

Squinting, Valery saw that the bus or van carried Washington plates and the 
Mustang bore California tags. The door of the mobile home was opened a few 
seconds after she knocked. And the three women were in dressing gowns. 

"Welcome to Hollywood-Oregon-style-" a towering brunette smiled. "I thought 
I heard a vehicle a while ago. I had hoped Phil and Jim were here. But when 
they didn't drive on down, I knew we just had company." 

She laughed without embarrassment. "I saw you approaching when I poured a 
drink and I guess you saw us, too. Come on in. The sex-pot with 
reddish-brown hair is Wanda Harris, the busty blonde is Rhonda Williams, I'm 
Jean Thomas-and I'm five-nine and don't make any cracks about how the air is 
up there or I'm liable to straddle you and make you eat a crack." 

Clumsily, Valery made introductions and grew more comfortable when they were 
sitting in the living room with hot drinks. 

"We are here to make a movie," Wanda said. 

"Hank-Hank Fanin-is up in the monster-house checking on lighting and power. 
We can't do a thing until Phil Kerr and Jim Norris get here. They have the 
rest of the equipment-cameras and film and such," Jean said. 

"A movie?" Bea breathed heavily. 

"Yeah," Rhonda frowned. "Hank has visions of shooting a hot Gothic at this 
old house he owns." 

"Sounds exciting," Bea pursued, eyes snapping with excitement. "I've done 
some stage work-in Seattle." 

"Don't get too excited," Rhonda cautioned, "I think Hank would rather shoot 
a skin-flick than a legitimate gothic film." 

"Maybe combine the two ideas," Wanda shrugged. 

"You'd do it, wouldn't you, Wanda?" Jean snipped. "It wouldn't bother you to 
strip or have a man tear off your clothes and pour the prick to you in front 
of whirring cameras, as they say." 

"The gal who made Deep Throat made a lot of money," Wanda retorted. 

"And you'd suck cock on film, too, I suppose?" 

"Wouldn't you, Jean?" Rhonda challenged, winking at Valery, Susan and Bea. 
"And you'd sixty-nine with another girl, too-for money." 

"Maybe we better go-leave here," Valery said doubtfully. "I didn't know 
someone had bought this old house and property." 

"No, no, no! Wait a minute, hold on," Jean said quickly. "Hank will be back 
pretty soon-and I know he doesn't care if you stay here. On vacation? That's 
great-and we all would like your company. And don't let our hard-nosed 
bantering scare you. Wanda, blink your pretty, big brown eyes and scare us 
up another round of drinks." 

When asked what they did-for a living, Valery quickly seized the lead as 
spokesman. "I'm just a secretary and Bea is a caseworker for the welfare 
department and does a nightly weather show on a Seattle television station 
and Susan works at Seattle's largest bank." 

"Nothing very exciting or dramatic," Susan laughed. 

"I don't know about that for you two," Valery said defensively of her 
friends. "You have a career ahead of you as a writer and Bea has all the 
qualifications to make it on the stage or in the movies or in TV." 

"A writer and an actress," Jean sparkled and the three of them clapped their 
hands. 

"Hank could sure use some talent and imagination," Wanda commented sourly, 
"his script ideas and plot lines arc as trite as some of the motives of 
women-libbers." 

"Burn your bra!" Rhonda interjected with mock shock and dismay. 

"Never wear one, Darling," Wanda replied sweetly. 

Rhonda leaned toward the girl with burnished copper hair and hefted a 
tittic, squeezing it firmly. "Sorry. How could I ever forget a thing like 
that." She clucked her tongue. "And it would be a frightful shame to cage up 
your two, warm little-animals. Oooohhhh, so cuddly," Rhonda cooed, dipping 
her hands inside the Veed bodice of Wanda's robe and artfully playing with 
the jutting cones. "You don't mind if I-" Suddenly she-spread Wanda's robe 
and lifted her jutting breast-mounds into the open "-show our visitors and 
new friends your fabulous pets, do you?" 

Valery felt oddly dizzy, only hazily seeing Wanda playfully slap Rhonda's 
hands away and stow her sculpted enticements back in the robe. "You brazen 
snip," she said poutishly. "You better behave, or Jean and I will take you 
down, strip you naked and punch your fun-cave full of fist and dildo." 

"Sheeeee, a grouch today," Rhonda winked at Valery and Susan and Bea. 

"Here comes our film genius," Jean said, "so straighten up." 

"You mean be modest or strip naked?" Wanda challenged. 

The tall, muscular man merely nodded to Valery, Susan and Bea when he 
entered, striding to the liquor beside the sink and mixing a drink. "Hi, 
neighbors," he smiled. "I was on the third floor tinkering with some Kleigs 
and spots and saw your wagon and camp trailer. I'm Hank Fanin. The girls 
told you what we're doing here? Other than I bought this old house and land 
from an estate. I was a distant relative of the deceased owner and was able 
to grab it cheap. Don't you think it'll make a fantastic setting for a 
gothic movie?" 

"Or a sex-thriller," Wanda sniffed. 

"Sure," Hank grinned, plucking a cigarette from behind an ear and using a 
forefinger to brush back the dark hair that was greying along the temples. 

Wanda continued to sulk. "Susan is a writer. Why don't you hire her as a 
script consultant?" 

Hank strode across the small room, cupped his palm beneath her chin, tilted 
her face upward and kissed her. "You don't like my story, Wanda? That's the 
trouble with this California talent-they want top-name writers, Zanuck or 
Ford or Hitchcock to direct and release through MGM or Columbia or 
Paramount. Girls, you know we don't have that kind of budget." 

"You said that the financial trip you and Phil and Jim made would provide 
more-more-more than enough money for this little celluloid project," Rhonda 
said sulkily. 

Valery thought she detected an edge to his voice when he cut off Rhonda, 
"Just never mind about that trip-hear? I made it very clear what the project 
is and how much I'll pay you when I recruited you in Los Angeles. Right? And 
a helluva lot more money than you were making there. Right?" 

Hank drew everyone's attention and Valery could focus hers on the faces of 
the three women. There was submission and accord in their eyes. And Valery 
tingling with the desire to ask Hank where they went on their financial 
trip. 

"You three arc from Seattle?" Hank asked suddenly and Valery felt a hot 
flash of surprise and she was willing before his direct, grey-eyed gaze. 
"Did-did we say we were-arc-from Seattle?" There was an electrical urgency 
in the air. 

"I think I mentioned it when I said Susan is a writer," Wanda relieved the 
indefinable tension. 

Still, Valery couldn't remember her saying such a thing. 

"Bea is an actress, too," Jean picked up the lagging conversation. "Maybe, 
Hank, she'd like to earn some extra money and have some fun-get some 
on-camcra experience-while she's vacationing." 

Rhonda scooted along the couch so he could sit between her and Bea. "Well, 
we can talk about it later. No point in making any plans until Jim and Phil 
get here with the rest of the gear." 

"I thought they should have been here by now," Jean said. 

"The time schedule has always called for tomorrow," Hank said, stretching 
his legs. 

And Valery didn't miss his casual scratch over his genitals, tugging his 
pants to provide more crotch room. She was surprised and felt a warm flush 
as she cogitated on which of the three women he was diddling. All three of 
them? She took a long swallow of the drink that had cooled during the 
conversation. Why should she care. She had to wrench her eyes from the 
prominent bulge in his pants. She gritted her teeth silently, uncomfortably. 
She had the same exciting tingle in her own panties that she got every time 
Glen looked her up and down, his eyes undressing her, or got his hands 
inside her clothes and fondled her bare skin. 

"We should get back and finish checking out the trailer," she said casually. 
"The road was very rough and we may have some breakage-dishes and such-to 
clean up." 

"Come have supper with us tonight," Jean called. 

"I don't think we can," Valery said. "How about breakfast?" 

As they left, Susan called to Hank, "Is that old house haunted?" 

"I never saw a single ghost," he replied. "But I haven't checked every 
closet and all the secret passages, though." 

 CHAPTER SIX 

The next morning, Valery encouraged Bea and Susan to go to breakfast with 
the others without her, saying she would come along later. She knew that Jim 
and Phil had arrived. She had heard a large vehicle arrive late in the night 
and, when she first awakened, she had seen Hank and the two men unloading 
the van-type vehicle, carrying cases and tripods and light stands into the 
old house. 

She was pleased that Bea and Susan were excited and stimulated now, casting 
off their grumpiness. Pouring another cup of coffee, she got out the Sunday 
paper and settled herself at the small labie to read. Anyone shooting a 
movie-even if it were only rinky-dink-could, be exciting. But is that the 
sum-total of what is here? she fretted. 

Slowly, attention keen, she read the account of the hijacking in Seattle. It 
varied considerably from what Glen had told her. The story said the police 
thought the three robbers had jumped somewhere between Seattle and 
Spokane-even explaining about the map that had been found in the motel. And 
it explained the bombs as diversionary and to convince the police the three 
men meant business. And the police said the abduction of a Seattle 
television personality and her two girl friends was designed to divide the 
attention of police. 

Valery was relieved that there was no mention of the rape by the "Skeleton, 
Devil and Male Witch". 

The police also said that they believed the three hijackers had bought 
tickets to Dallas. Valery nearly choked on her coffee until it became clear 
that the police were referring to Dallas Texas, not Dallas, Oregon. 

The wire service story said that a private investigator in Seattle had some 
theories about the case, but the police had discounted them. "That would 
mean Glen," Valery said softly. And there was no mention of the Oregon map 
and the scribblings and the hole punched-very near where they were 
vacationing. 

"Oh, well," Valery sighed, shivering slightly as little prickles of nerves 
itched up and down her back. She had no idea how long Hank and the three 
women had been here-it seemed obvious the mobile home had been here for 
sometime. And there had been enough rain to obscure tire tracks. 

She started a letter to Glen, telling him about the supposed filmmaking at 
the Old Castle, about Bea's and Susan's possible involvement or 
contribution. And she didn't try to conceal her cynicism that she would be 
the one to spend a lonely vacation. 

Very conversationally, she tried to tell him as precisely as she could about 
the people here, describing the "three unbelievably beautiful girls, Jean, 
Rhonda and Wanda." And she tcasingly suggested he better get his jealous 
britches on as she described the handsome, intelligent Hank Fanin, Phil Kerr 
and Jim Norris. 

She put the letter away in her purse, intending to add to it as she learned 
and observed more. Let him draw whatever conclusions possible or as he 
wished, she frowned, rising to refill her coffee cup and dabbling in about 
an ounce of brandy. 

From her seat she watched the three men finish toting crates and boxes into 
the Old Castle that seemed even more forbidding in the early daylight and 
weepy rain than it had when they arrived Sunday. 

She bit her lower lip as she watched Phil and Jim leave the old house and 
head toward Bea and Susan, loop arms across their shoulders and steer them 
toward the large mobile home. 

She couldn't hear voices at this distance, but from the demeanor of Susan 
and Bea, she knew they were excited and pleased. And the men-all three of 
them-were damned handsome. "Maybe, Glen, you should be jealous," she 
murmured, crossing her legs to clamp down against the kindling warmth in her 
crotch. She glanced down at her lap, at the tightness of the ski britches 
stretched across her little love-pillow. 

"Hot and hard up," she growled reprovingly. Studiously, she sipped her 
coffee. "Why not? I'm on vacation, supposed to have fun and relax. And what 
is more relaxing and fun than having an accommodating man naked between your 
legs and corking your cunt with his big dobbcr?" 

She scooped the fingers of one hand into her crotch and pressed the swollen 
flabs of her pussy petals and groaned with need and torment. "Wouldn't 
surprise me that Bea and Susan get big hunks of their tails ripped off 
sooner than soon." She cringed' as the thought burned her mind. I wonder 
what it would be like to make girl-girl love-and how this double-dong thing 
works the girls mentioned. 

"I'm getting a depraved mind," she scolded herself. She tried to assume an 
academic viewpoint. "What would I do-if one of the guys-say Hank 
Fanin-barged in here and made a pass? Would I fight like a cornered cat? Or, 
would I lie down and purr and let him stroke my pussy with his tomcat bat?" 

She blushed furiously as she began speculating on how much dick each of the 
three men had and whether they were circumcised or had fat, thick foreskins 
that added to the girth of their pricks as they shafted into a girl's 
cunt-or her asshole. 

"Gleeennnn," she whined softly, fingers pressing at the folds of sensitive 
flesh guarding her vulva. "I need a hot luck. Lots of big, hard prick 
stabbing in and out of my tight little pussy-hole." 

Feeling more and more depraved, she tilted the cup to her lips, sucked at 
the drink with her tongue doubled and imagined she had a guy's peter forced 
between her teeth and she was sucking his cock as if it were a stick of 
delicious candy. 

"Son of a bitch," she reviled herself, letting her hand fly back and forth 
between her legs, giving herself a dry finger-fuck. Valery laughed 
self-deprecatingly. "It's a good thing I put on long pants this morning-or I 
would have my hands in the hot little cookie jar and be masturbating right 
now." 

Erotic tremors danced along the inner planes of her thighs and tingled 
deliciously deep in her loins. "I-I-I guess I could give in to making sex 
with a girl if-if-if it happened." 

She hadn't meant to do it, but her fingers loosened her ski pants and her 
other hand slid inside, under the waistband of her panties. Fingertips 
combed through the crinkly black hair that thatched her Venus mound and 
dipped into her rich, hot, sticky love-gash. 

"Oooohhhh, Jesus," she moaned, eyes squinting, but unseeing through the 
window. She fanned her knees wide so her hand could have full play between 
her trembling legs. "I wonder if it's satisfying-69ing with a man? Could I 
go down on a guy and suck his hard prick while he had his face in my crotch 
and was eating out my pussy?" 

One finger-two fingers-three fingers explored into her love-tunnel and she 
pressed the starter-button of her clit. Her ass bucked and bounced on the 
seat and she scooched down so she could get her little finger against the 
hot, burning, itching pucker of her anal entry. "Oh, shit," she whined, "I 
need it bad. I got the hotsy-totsy nuts and need a fucking. I wonder whether 
Glen has ever done it to a girl like Susan got it from behind? In the 
asshole on one stroke and up the snatch on the next. I think that would be 
the summit of the mountain, getting fucked in both holes at the same time. 
I'd like to try that sometime-but I'd prefer to suck his cock before, 
though-I wouldn't want a shitty stick in my mouth." 

She concentrated on linger-fucking herself, wishing her fingers were longer 
so she could rasp them against her cervix and induce a fast, hard cum. There 
was a soppy sound in her crotch as her fingers (lew in and out of her 
passion-wet twat. "Old stink-fingered me," she laughed, shaking her butt as 
she cascaded into an enervating orgasm. 

Valery shuddered noisily through her climax, wave after wave of ecstasy like 
sweetest honey ebbing away. She weakly withdrew her hand from her clothing 
and dried her fingers on a Kleenex, a flush of guilt and shame turning her 
cheeks and throat pink. 

She watched a Travel-all stop near the massive mansion and a man in uniform 
get out and talk briefly with Hank. A Forest Service ranger, Valery thought, 
although she couldn't read the insignia on the door of the vehicle. 

Then the vehicle turned around and left. Valery stood in the doorway of the 
small trailer and exchanged waves with the forest employee. 

Then Hank got her attention by placing his little fingers in the corners of 
his mouth and whistling shrilly. When she raised a hand, he waved his arm 
like a flag for her to come on down to the big mobile home. 

It just couldn't be, she fretted, that these men were the 
rapist-hijackers-were they hijackers? They hadn't taken over the plane and 
forced it to fly them anywhere. But Glen had said you can't tell a crook by 
his face. 

With cups of coffee in hand. Hank steered Valery into the expando living 
room and introduced her to Jim Norris and Phil Kerr. 

"I heard you drive in last night," she said. "Where on earth did you get all 
of that equipment?" 

"We leased it in Los Angeles," the black-haired Jim Norris said, doodling a 
finger along the upper surface of Susan's thigh, touching a sex-tender spot 
and making her squeal. 

Well, she thought, that would rule them out as two of the hijackers. There 
just wasn't enough time for them to pull off the job-even fly to 
California-and drive back that truck. 

"Val, this Old Castle is fabulous-scary and exciting," Bea breathed, not 
seeming to mind Phil's arm around her shoulders. 

"Bea is going to be our 'star' in the film," Hank said, smiling. "And Sue 
has a lot of fresh ideas for the story line." 

Carefully, Valery studied Jean and Rhonda and Wanda. She could sec no 
resentment in their expressions about Bea's being given priority status for 
the "movie". "Bea is a fine actress and Susan is profess...." 

Her voice trailed off as she was ignored in her accolades for her two 
friends. 

"Come on, Sue, Bea-you guys, too," Hank said. "Let's get back over to the 
'house' and start laying this thing out. I want to start shooting in the 
morning." As they trooped out of the mobile home, Hank continued, "Susan, 
you work with Phil and Jim to smooth out the script and dialog. Just keep 
the lines simple and easy to memorize. And keep in mind that I am Bea's 
jealous boy friend-in the film." 

A sense of being lost or abandoned or ignored must have been stark and plain 
on her face. Jean moved to sit beside her and hug an arm around her. "Hey, 
don't feel blue and out of things," she coaxed. "The rest of us are in sort 
of the same burlap sack. But we'll all get attention as time goes by." 

Valery caught Wanda's rather surly look as the burnished-haired girl strode 
toward the kitchen and returned with a bottle of whiskey. "We get paid 
anyway and Val doesn't," she said tartly, "Still, they could have included 
all of us in what's going on. Don't get the idea I resent Bea having 'lead' 
because I don't. But I resent being shoved aside and, in effect, told to sit 
in the corner and be quiet until I'm called. I think I'll get drunk and say 
up their ying-yang assholes." 

Valery folded her arms under the saucy slope of her breasts as a chill of 
dissension made her uncomfortable. But Wanda smiled and offered to pour 
liquor in all of their cups. 

"Hell, might as well," Rhonda frowned, blue eyes losing their cast of 
dullness and starting to twinkle. 

"Pour 'til I say no more," Jean said in a deep, theatrically ominous voice. 

"How often does that ranger come around?" Valery asked. 

"I think Hank said he checks through every two or three days," Jean 
answered, hugging Valery in against her voluptuous breasts, clinking her cup 
to hers. "Here's to the film and the jealous lover and the accused girl 
friend and his vengeance for her suspected unfaithfulness," she said 
solemnly. "Drink up, old friends." 

Before the cups were lowered, Valery was conscious of her eyes watering, her 
throat burning. "Before I toast anything again, I'm going to have to cut 
this whiskey with some water or more coffee," she gasped, bosom heaving as 
she struggled to catch her breath. 

She blinked rapidly as Jean patted her on the tits, "Breathe deep," she 
said. 

"Aren't you supposed to pat a person on the back?" she wheezed. 

"I don't know," Jean said with mock indecision. "I thought the lungs were 
what were in trouble and I was just trying to work on them." 

"Whether they're lungs or not," Rhonda laughed gaily, "Val certainly has a 
fine pair of saucy sacks." 

Flickers of fear caught Valery as Jean very deliberately cupped a hand over 
her left tit, then her right, pinched the firm flesh and gave the nipples a 
little twist. "And all hers, too," she nodded sagely. 

"Damn those guys," Wanda pouted, leaning to peer out a window , toward the 
Old Castle. "Wouldn't surprise me that they've already gotten to Bea and Sue 
and are taking turns riding up and down, in and out of their sexy saddles." 

"Sssshhhhame on you and your suspicious mind," Rhonda scolded, clucking her 
tongue. "You sound just like a jealous little hen with the roosters paying 
attention to some other young pullets." 

"I suppose you're going to tell me about the 'peckering' order of chickens," 
Wanda smirked. 

Little, sharp alarms jangled in Valery's mind as she sensed something was 
about to happen over which she had no control. "How long have you girls been 
here?" 

"A few days," the blonde Rhonda yawned as she languished on the couch, 
stretching an arm out and above her head to lift her cone-shaped breasts. 
And it was apparent to Valery she wore no harness under the chic robe. "Hank 
drove in early Saturday morning-about three o'clock, I think." 

"From where?" Valery tried to make her voice casual. 

"Somewhere in Washington-I'm not sure," Rhonda continued, stretching her arm 
and cup to Wanda for a refill. "Get the coffee urn and cut this stuff, will 
you, Gorgeous?" 

From her seat, at the end of the couch, Valery could see the front of the 
truck brought in by Jim and Phil. It bore Oregon plates. "Phil and Jim must 
have had a long drive," she offered, feeling her curiosity was a little 
lame. 

"Who knows. Who cares?" Jean muttered. "For Christ's sake!" she blurted 
suddenly, "Are we going to sit on our butts all day and talk trivia? Why 
don't we show Valery some of the movies we were in?" 

"Really?" Valery brightened, interest and curiosity mounting as Rhonda and 
Wanda drew drapes, casting the interior of the trailer into a gloom almost 
as intense as a regular theater. 

Jean dropped a little hinged door above the daveno while the other two set 
up a tripod and positioned a screen. "Hank installed a projector in this 
closet," she explained, feeding a cord from the closet, down the hallway to 
her seat in the chair next to Valery on the daveno. "Take a deep breath, 
gulp a drink 'cause here we go." 

Wanda and Rhonda took seats on the couch beside Valery and Jean started the 
projector. "Here comes twelve-hundred feet of rip-roaring pussy and pecker 
action-after the Academy leader," she laughed as various inverted numbers 
and symbols flashed on the screen in perfect focus. 

It seemed the mobile home was unbearably hot as she watched the three young 
women-naked-cavort for what seemed hours. And, she fretted, why did she get 
excited as she watched. Rhonda and Wanda masturbate a huge dog while the 
animal plied his long, dripping tongue through Jean's furry snatch. "God, I 
can still feel that fantastic tongue lapping my pussy," Jean squealed. 

And Valery thought she could feel it, too. Then Jean rolled over on the 
floor, came up on all-fours and Wanda helped the dog mount her while Rhonda 
guided his red sex-stick into Jean's gaping pussy. 

"Jean still says that is one of the best fuckings she's ever had," Rhonda 
chirped, squirming with excitement beside Valery. 

Valery's senses seemed to reel as she watched scene after scene of three gay 
girls in action, loving titties, sucking and eating cunnies. Then the men 
came, one after another, screwing the three hot little nymphs with opulent 
bodies, shooting copious streams of jizz into their twats and their assholes 
and into their gaping mouths. 

Dizzily, she noticed none of the men was among the three here at the site of 
the Old Castle. "I really went wild," Wanda trilled, pointing, "when that 
guy put on the pronged dildo and screwed my butt and cunt at the same time. 
Jesus! I could cum right now-just from watching." 

"You can orgasm just from brushing your teeth," Jean complimented her. 

And I can almost cum, too, Valery slewed, watching Jean get cornholed by a 
guy while she sucked on Rhonda's vulva. And she didn't mind Jean's arm 
.across her shoulders and Rhonda's hand on her leg, fingers dipping down 
between, just inches from her steaming orifice. "You almost poked your 
tongue into my pussy up to your tonsils when that guy slammed his pecker 
home and jizzed your twatty," Rhonda gloated. 

"Hell, Sweetie, his cock was so long, I thought he was going to stab it 
right up my throat and you were going to get his load in your pussy and I 
was just going to stir it around with my tongue." 

I-am-drunk, Valery thought dizzily. And she took another swallow of booze 
and cold coffee. I-am-hot for fucking, she must;! dreamily, aware of Jean's 
fingers in her armpit, teasing at the ridge of her breast. And Rhonda's hand 
was against her crotch, gently rubbing the harsh wool of the crotch of her 
ski pants against her lender, sensitive outer pussy lips. 

How far will they go? she wondered hazily. Yet, she was aware enough to want 
them to go all the way with her. What if Bea and Susan and the men should 
walk in? And sec me getting laid by these three gay gals? Oh, shit, who 
cares? 

She leaned toward Jean so the tall brunette could lay her cheek on the top 
of her head-and have enough room to maneuver her hand under her arm to cup 
and fondle the hot, aching cone of her tittie. 

Valery bit her tongue to suppress a sigh of satisfaction and erotic 
pleasure. She had never dreamed of having a couple of girls play with 
her-well, maybe she had dreamed about it. Hadn't she been aware that Bea and 
Susan would have included her if she had just dropped a hint or lowered an 
"aye" lid? 

The sweater was being unbuttoned to display her deep decolletage. The bra 
firmed her breasts together to create a tight valley and puff the flesh 
upward, creating ivory-sculpted cones. 

Two hands were between her shoulder blades and the hooks of her bra parted. 
And she could breathe. "Wow," she sighed raggedly as Jean tugged the cups of 
the bra away so her jutting mounds were fully exposed. 

"Look at these sweet, smooth little nipples," Jean said cheerily, lifting 
one of Valery's ripe melons free of the lacy bra. 

"Now, wait a sec," Valery protested weakly-vocally only. 

Darn me, she fretted, I like to have a gal fondle and play with my 
tittie-fruits. They know just how to do it-the way a girl likes her mams 
handled. Even Glen can't do it as good as Jean can. She wanted to look down 
at what Jean's and Rhonda's hands were doing to her hot, hard titties, but 
she kept her eyes on the screen where the three young women were lying on 
their sides on a floor-in a wheel-round-robin sucking each other's pussies. 

"A gay sex chain," Wanda panted, leaning across Rhonda to loosen Valery's 
ski pants. "Let's get inside and see if her pussy is as magnificent as her 
bosom," Wanda tittered. 

And to Valery's surprise and dismay, she moved and shifted about so Wanda 
could remove her ski pants and boots-then her black net panties that she had 
redesigned by sewing in a diddle-slit in the two-ply crotch. 

"Oooohhhh, smell her perfumy pussy!" Wanda chortled with happy gleefulness. 

Valery closed her eyes, but couldn't shut out the carnal scenes of sex on 
the silver screen. She fell herself being lifted and stretched out in a lewd 
posture on the floor. 

Through half-closed eyes, she saw Jean straddle her with her broad, white 
ass was lowering toward her head. "No, no, no," Valery whined, eyes staring 
at the slowly approaching black furry crotch. They're going to make mc suck 
their pussies, she thought, heart hammering, mind near a panic. , Then her 
attention was divided as she felt hands on her thighs, pushing them apart, 
scissoring her knees upward so that her pussy was curved up and outward. And 
she felt a hot breath in her seething vulva, against her steaming vaginal 
opening. 

She would have screamed, but Jean sank onto her. And Valery gasped for 
breath as Jean's long, full sex-gash covered her face like a hot, wet, 
sticky open purse. And she had a full, rich pussy all over her face. She 
turned her head slightly and could see Jean's dark brown, out-pooched butt 
hole. 

Valery swallowed hard-meant only to lick her lips but she licked her tongue 
up and down Jean's sweet-musky fuck-furrow. 

"Hceeey, yeeeaaaahhhh," Jean purred, voice deep and pleased. "She's eating 
my hair-pie. Suck it, Honey! Stick your little pink tongue in Jean's 
snatch-cove. I like this. Tongue my clit and I'll come hard on your mouth." 

Valery trembled with violent, delectable pleasure as a mouth latched onto 
her own deep sex-rut and a tongue darted in and out of her convulsing pussy. 
"Lick my asshole and cunt from behind while I suck Val's pussy," she heard 
the girl plead who was tonguing her cunt in such wild, coital abandon. 

I'm gonna cum, she thought, unable to keep her butt from bucking and 
bouncing as she had her pussy devoured. And she swirled her tongue around 
inside Jean's spasming cunt. 

Valery came hard, in volatile convulsions that seemed to rip through her 
loins like sharp explosions. She screamed with ecstasy and the sound and the 
breath went up Jean's fuck-canal and the tall brunette squalled as she 
shuddered into a full-body orgasm. 

Her pussy was spasming and she was aware of a hot tongue delving into her 
rectum. And she came again, reveling in the exquisite sensation of having a 
tongue fucking in and out of her asshole. 

Dully, she heard the door open and close, the dull, heavy tread of boots. 
"Want her?" she heard one of the girls ask. And she heard the harsh skip of 
a zipper. Then cold hands were on her raised knees, pushing her thighs wide. 
A chill shivered through her, a chill of embarrassment and degradation as 
she visualized the lewd exposure of her most intimate parts. Her hair-lined 
snatch, pussy lips gaping, buttocks bare, ass-crack presented. And he was 
rustling into her Veed legs. And she could feel the heat of his organ. 

Valery flinched as the hot, slick head of his staff rubbed first one thigh, 
then the other. "Aaaa-hhhh," she gurgled-into Jean's pussy-as the blunt head 
of a hard dick was pushed into the hot, slick inner petals of her 
sex-blossom. She was going to get it. 

She dug her fingernails into Jean's firm, plump rump as the fleshy, fat knob 
of cock was prodded inside her body. "Oh," she grunted, the walls of her 
vagina yielding, seeming to fold around the massive, invading shaft of 
male-meat. His hunches sent little darts of pleasure-pain through her womb. 

"Woweeee, look at how his big organ stretches the lips around her pit," 
someone yelped. And Valery felt perspiration spring out all over her naked 
body as she absorbed his prick-inch by inch by inch. She thought she heard a 
creaking of her pelvic bones as he continued prodding the cod to her. 

There was no fear in her that she couldn't take it. It all felt too good for 
any hurt. So dreamily deliciously wonderful, her mind seemed to sing as he 
humped and grunted, forcing his thick cock into her, the thicker base 
expanding the rubbery outer lips even more. 

She slurped involuntarily at Jean's snatch as she felt the heavy, hairy 
balls resting against the tingling cheeks of her ass, filling the splayed 
crack and agitating the crinkled entry to her bowels. Hazily, she wondered 
whether he would give her a husky cornholing before he was through. 

Then he began to plow, stretching her furrow and filling her insidcs with 
inches and inches of pumping prick. Someone put a hand between their two 
bellies and a finger was goading her distended clit. She hit a quick 
orgasm-and screamed with an ecstatic sort of madness. 

She was hoping the others couldn't understand what she was screaming. She 
didn't want them to know she was yelling for this man with the fabulously 
monstrous prick to fuck her, fuck her, fuck her-CORNHOLK ME! 

Slowly, her body began to respond to his rhythm and she was rotating and 
up-fucking her ass to arch her pussy to him to .get all of his pecker-and 
more, if he only had it.. She knew someone was licking his balls because 
they no longer rolled and jounced against her butt and she could feel a chin 
on her asshole. 

A glorious, enthralling jubilation was tingling throughout her body as he 
fucked her faster and faster. She panted her breath into Jean's twat as she 
made her ass bounce and bound to match his masterful lunges and thrusts of 
cock into her ravenous cunt. 

Squish-snock, squish-snock, his massive prick socked into her frenzied 
cunny, drawing her further out with each delve of rigid cock into her 
seething love-hole. How long can a climax last? she wondered with delicious 
enchantment, hoping that wondering about it wouldn't make it stop. 

"Look at her up-fuck her butt to get all of his prick on each pump into 
her," someone admired and Valery braced her feet beside his knees to make 
her up-fucks more determined and certain. 

There was a delightful numbness in her channel, yet her insides were keenly 
aware as her pussy-volcano continued erupting around his pistoning prick, 
sending her into an even higher climax. She wished she could ride the crest 
of fuck-heaven for hours, but she knew it was rounding toward a finish when 
his lunges became fast and erratic, pumping and pouring his prick to her, 
then slamming hard, grating his groin against her Venus mound and exploding 
her cunt full of jizz from his spasming prick. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Valery presumed she swooned because there was no one around. Dazedly, she 
dressed and took a swig from the bottle of whiskey. She had been fucked-and 
didn't know whom to thank for such a wonderful, prodigious dicking. 

The rain had given way to a very fine snow as she wandered about, breathing 
deeply of the forest scents and cool air. She wandered to the truck Phil and 
Jim had driven in and stepped up on the running board, staring toward the 
forbidding Old Castle. 

Not a sign of movement or even life. All the other vehicles were there, so 
they must all be in the old stone mansion. She opened the door and climbed 
into the truck cab. The glove compartment was open and she idly shuffled 
through papers. Slowly, her senses sharpened. 

Here was a lease agreement for film equipment and sales slips for film and 
other supplies. All dated October 12. And a truck trip permit to and from 
California dated October 10 to 15. 

"What?" she puzzled. Furtively, she got out of the truck and stole toward 
the travel trailer. She had some more things to include in the letter she 
had started to Glen. They didn't just drive that truck into Oregon from 
California! It must have been stashed somewhere in Oregon and was just 
picked up by Phil and Jim. 

She frowned over the letter, trying to, but unable to ignore the exquisite 
pulsations aroused by a pecker in her pussy. She didn't think it likely that 
Jean, Rhonda and Wanda knew anything about the three men other than what 
they had mentioned. Making this film-that alarmed her because the film they 
would make would be a filthy one like the girls had just shown her-was just 
to mask their other activities. 

Carefully, she put away the letter. When I find out all I can and mail this 
to Glen, he can make out of it whatever he can. She felt limp and weak as 
she moved to the rear of the trailer to stretch out on the bed to nap. 

"Jeez, that was a wonderful fucking I got," she murmured drowsily, "I wonder 
which one of the men has that marvelous cock." In her restless dream, she 
sat in some frightening place, facing Hank and Phil and Jim. Their faces 
were solemn, studious, but their eyes were taunting, goading, challenging. 
If these three men had pulled the airplane ransom, then they had to be the 
same ones who had raped her and Susan and Bea. Which one had fucked it to 
her and forced her to suck him off? 

Of course! The leader. And that had to be Hank Fanin. 

* * * 

The sharp but subdued voices of Susan and Bea awakened her and she lay, 
breathing shallowly in the gloomy rear part of the trailer. 

"You aren't any friend of mine," Bea said accusingly. "I don't think I care 
two cents about the money for this so-called movie, Susan." 

Susan's tone was mirthful and gloating. "Of course, you do. And you've 
always wanted to be in a movie." 

"Some movie!" Bea snorted. "And you're making it all the worse. You and your 
ideas." 

"You're getting the best of everything," Susan chirped. "Everything." 

Valery heard one of them unscrew the cap from a liquor bottle, the clink of 
ice in glasses, the pour liquid as two drinks were built. 

"This is going to be one of the rawest sex films around," Bea protested 
plaintively. "And if any legitimate movie or TV people see it and recognize 
mc, I can never make it in decent acting." 

Valery raised on an elbow, aware of a breast tingling where it was crushed 
against her arm. 

"Susan, you know what you've done?" Bea persisted. "You dreamed up some of 
the most degrading sex scenes for mc ... And I'll get fucked in from of the 
cameras by all three of them-and Rhonda and Wanda and Jean will all take a 
whack ai mc-one at a lime and the three of them together. And it is your 
idea that my clothes betaken away from mc in that old house and I'll be 
filmed all the time naked. Just that tattered old man's shirt to wear. And 
I'll be fucked and fucked and fucked ... and they'll make me go down on them 
and give them slurpy blow-jobs and the women will make me eat their cunts 
and they'll suck on mine and gobble my titties." 

Valery stirred, got up and roamed forward. "How about a drink for me?" 

She was tempted to tell them about the film she had seen. Maybe they would 
find a big dog somewhere to take on Bea. She held the drink with both hands 
to control their trembling. That would be something else, watching Bea on 
her hands and knees, butt in the air with a dog mounting her and stabbing 
his shaft up her snatch. She could almost hear Bea whining and whimpering as 
the dog danced his hind legs between her supine legs as he fucked it into 
her pussy-and maybe her behind-hole. 

"I want to sec the Old Castle before you all get involved in your movie," 
she said placidly, wondering whether she should tell them about her 
suspicion that the three men had pulled the robbery in Seattle. She felt a 
little contemptuous of Bea's loathing of having her pussy poked by the 
three-she'd taken one of the guys' oars up her gondola in that motel room. 

"Ask Hank," Susan said, scribbling in a notebook. "I'm sure he'll take you 
on a tour." 

"What arc you writing?" Valery murmured. 

"Probably some more fuck-gimmicks for me in the film," Bea said huffily. 
"Val, do you have any idea of what she has suggested so far? Ugh! I won't do 
that, though-suck a dog's peter! I bet no gal would go down on a dog and 
give him a blow-job." 

I wouldn't bet on it, Valery frowned, putting three TV dinners in the oven 
and replenishing their drinks, wondering whether she should risk telling 
them that the three other women had made it with her on the floor of the 
mobile home and that one of the men had wandered in while she was sucking 
pussy and had fucked it to her. 

No, she decided, I better not. A torrid flush flowed through her belly. She 
wondered how she could let it be known that she wouldn't object to joining 
in with them-letting them lip-love her boobies and suck her twatty and she 
would give it back to them with all her tongue and soul. 

As they ate, she had a very shameful feeling she wouldn't have to say 
anything about it. Bea ate with one hand, the other hot and firm on her 
right thigh. She would bet anything that the guy who had parked his prick in 
her and pumped her cunny full of jizz must have told them she had been laid 
by Rhonda and Jean and Wanda. And Bea had sexy designs. Could she smell the 
commingled aroma of pecker and pussy? 

Valery shifted slightly in the small dining nook and Bea's fingertips dug 
keenly into her flesh, her hand like a hot iron through her ski pants. I 
should push her hand away, Valery scowled. But she didn't move. Not even 
when Susan got up and cleared the table and washed up cups and glasses and 
made two fresh drinks. 

"I have a meeting on the script," Susan said. "You two relax and enjoy the 
evening." 

"Hope you get your gash split with all three of their big pricks," Bea said 
sulkily. "That's what you got planned for mc-and all of you are going to 
stand by and watch mc get cock after cock shafted into my snatch and mouth 
after mouth gulping my pussy and pricks and pricks and pricks pronged down 
my throat." 

"You'll enjoy it," Susan retorted. 

"Bet I won't be able to cum even one time-not with everyone watching me get 
fucked in front of the cameras," Bea pouted. 

Valery laughed softly and hugged Bea's shoulders as Susan closed the door. 
Impulsively, she kissed Bea's red lips. 

Then she was startled by the welling of hot tears in Bea's eyes and the 
gentle, convulsing sobs that shook her, causing her sloping breasts to 
jiggle enticingly. What came over her, she couldn't explain as she ran a 
hand across the faces of Bea's big tits, caressing the crowns and massaging 
the tips to firm points. 

Bea turned her head and buried her wet face in the arch of Valery's neck and 
shoulder. Her hand dipped deep into Valery's crotch and the thumb doodled at 
the crotch scam of her ski pants. 

And Valery slowly, gently parted her knees so Bea could delve all the way 
with her searching hand. Valery's mouth was dry and there was a nervous tic 
in her throat as she realized she and her girl friend were going to go all 
the way. She wished Bea would become the aggressor and lead-but it was 
apparent that she, Valery, was cast in the role of butch and Bea was the 
docile girl. And it was up to Valery to be the seducer. She patted Bea's 
back between the shoulder blades, fingers finding the hooks and back straps 
of her bra. 

Slowly, she unbuttoned Bea's blouse and Bea shuffled out of it obediently, 
leaned forward, firm, hot tits resting on the table as Valery undid the bra 
and drew it off over the shapely redhead's arms. 

She slid out of the booth and stood. 

"Please?" Bea whimpered. 

"Stand up and get naked," Valery said, heart bouncing as the beautiful 
redhead scurried to comply. 

Valery felt faint with lascivious excitement as she stared at the flawless 
nudity of the lithe body before her. Bea had assumed a mien of innocence and 
menial obedience. Her hands were laced across her pubic region. Valery was 
astonished by her own actions. 

She slapped at Bea's hands and her voice was low-pitched and surly, "Don't 
hide from me. Dammit, don't try to cover up your pussy with your hands. I'll 
call in a wild animal to fuck your cunt and shaft your butt hole and piss 
your guts full. Now squat and comb your cunny hair with your fingers and 
spread open your pussy so I can inspect it." 

Bea obeyed immediately and Valery braced an arm against the table, almost 
orgasming as she watched Bea, in a lewd squat, arranging the strands of red 
crotch hair and parting her labia in a lecherous grin, the inner petals 
blood-red and wet and slick. 

"Did you have a man between your legs today, fucking his prick into your 
pussy?" 

"No, Val," Bea said, voice small and squeaky. 

"Did some horny gal have her face down there, eating and sucking your cunt?" 

"No, Val." 

"Did you go off by yourself and play with yourself-put your fingers in your 
hole and have fun? Or did you push a smooth stick in and out of your hot 
little hole?" 

"No, Val," Bea murmured, eyes pleading on hers, her fingers stretching the 
outer lips of her pussy so far apart Valery could see the fluttering curtain 
guarding her vagina. 

Valery put a booted foot against Bea's right shoulder and pushed her over on 
her back, feet kicking high in the air, hairy crotch fully exposed, anal 
crack wide and flat, asshole bulging. She stepped around Bea and strode to 
the rear of the trailer. 

With her back to Bea, she ordered, "Come back here and undress me. Or I'll 
take a strap to your behind and leave welts on your curvy, sex-hungry ass an 
inch wide." 

"Yes, Val," Bea replied quickly. 

As soon as she was naked, she sought the center of the bed, stretched out on 
her back, astounded by her own brazenness. "You will wash every inch of my 
body-with your tongue." 

She shivered violently as Bea joined her on the bed, hovered over her, the 
hot, hard points of the breasts brushing. She spread her thighs wide to 
accommodate Bea's right hand. And she choked on a sigh of satisfaction as 
the redhead brushed her long hair back over her shoulders and began licking, 
licking across Valery's forehead, her closed eyes, her checks. 

"Aaaaiiiiceee," Valery moaned, her butt bouncing as Bea forked a finger into 
her pussy and began licking and breathing into her ears. "Cummmming," Valery 
groaned. "Oooohhhh," she said sharply as Bea stabbed a finger into her hot, 
tight back chute. 

But she didn't squirm away as her attention was focused on the heavenly 
delights of a harsh, hot tongue laved slavishly across the creamy crowns of 
her titties. 

She shuddered through climax after climax as Bea's wet tongue traveled 
slowly downward, lingering on her super-sensitive navel. When Bea's mouth 
reached her mound, she stopped her and turned onto her stomach. Instantly, 
Bea's left hand was back between her legs, a finger up her snatch and one 
buried in her rectum. "Finger-fuck me good in both holes while you lick my 
body," she grunted, ecstasy garbling her words. 

She felt herself soaring as Bea's mouth suckled over her back, tongue 
marching downward toward the ballooning of her buttocks. "Ah-ah-ahhhhh," she 
gurgled, reveling in the forbidden pleasure of having expert fingers 
diddling faster and faster into her cunt and her asshole, a thumb stroking 
back and forth through the valley between her fanny cheeks. 

"Make me cum hard and sweet," Valery begged, nerves sparking throughout her 
body, muscles twinging and jerking in her thighs as she spread her legs 
farther apart, lifting her ass upward so Bea could plow her fingers into her 
without hindrance. "When you lick my ass, keep your fingers going in mc," 
she pleaded, gently jostling her body back and forth so she could heighten 
the scintillating delights of having her cunny and bowels fingered. 

She rolled slightly to one side so Bea could palm her hot tits and tweak the 
nipples as her mouth finally reached the velvety crowns of her butt and her 
tongue swept sweetly through the pinched crease between the crescents of 
smooth, feverish flesh. 

"Oooohhhh, God, I'm gonna cum," she whined as Bea's teeth nipped at the 
rubberiness of her ass buns. Lighting exploded sweetly, hotly in her womb 
and she thought Bea's fingers had begun growing in length as they gouged 
frantically into her two roiling cavities. But it was caused by the spasming 
contraction of the walls of her cunt and rectum around the invading fingers. 

"Ohhhhh, you fuck my asshole and pussy good with your fingers, Bea-honey," 
Valery cried, tears streaming from her eyes. She let Bea elevate her bottom 
and shift toward her feet. Then she almost fainted as Bea's mouth suctioned 
onto her asshole and she sucked voraciously. 

She orgasmed almost obscenely as Bea ate her asshole out and continued 
gliding a finger in and out of her clutching cunt. Valery felt her anal ring 
relaxing and stretching and sighed mightily as Bea stiffened her tongue and 
extended it as far as she could into her bowels, continuing to suck on the 
burning, itching rear orifice. 

Hazily, Valery wished that Bea's tongue was bigger-much bigger. Huge! She 
wished Bea had a tongue the size of the biggest pecker in the world and this 
pecker was burrowing up her asshole and was socking away in her guts. She 
wished this big prick was cornholing her fast and stretching her insides 
until they burned with the pressure and the best would be when he slammed it 
in deep and gushed her insides full of thick jizz-and maybe strained to fill 
her guts full of steaming pee. 

Then Bea changed position, was on her back, her mouth latched onto her cunt 
slot and she was tongue-fucking her twat and her hands were gripping her 
hot, hard tits. 

Valery orgasmed convulsively. She wished she could see her pussy being 
eaten, but all she could see was the top of Bea's head and tousled red hair 
as her girl friend gulped her sweet juices as she gorged herself on 
hair-pic. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Late that evening, on the edge of sleep, wrapped in Bea's arms, with the 
purring redhead's profuse pussy bush tickling the taut cheeks of her butt 
with delicious intimacy, Valery was confident some mental process would 
evolve to excuse or stifle any comment about her escapade with Bea. 

She drew her knees up even higher into a round fetal position as Bea nuzzled 
her neck and her hands cupped lovingly over the tender opulence of her 
breasts. She let her breath filter in a noisy sigh between slightly parted 
lips as Bea hugged her thighs into the scissor of her thighs and calves. 

"Where will Susan sleep?" she asked dreamily, wishing she could kiss the 
knuckles of Bea's hands as they kneaded and massaged the rich, firm 
plumpness of her tingling breasts. "I love the way she plays with my 
titties," she breathed with luxurious pleasure. 

"Love your fabulous titties, Val," Bea murmured. "In the morning, I want to 
dab honey on the nipples, sprinkle them with sugar and suck them for you." 

"Sounds fattening," Valery cooed. 

"Your boobies or my body?" Bea retorted. 

Valery tensed her body as Bea snuggled even closer to her hot nakedness. 
"You know, Bea," she ventured, sensing that what she was about to say was 
bringing a feverish blush to her body, "right now I wish you were blessed 
with a big penis and I would reach around-like this-and take ahold of it and 
squeeze it 'til it was fully hard." She wiggled her fingers between her 
curvy bottom to find Bea's crinkly forest and worked her fingers into Bea's 
furry crotch, into the deep, wet gash built for funneling a pecker into her 
pussy. "If you had a peter and I got it hot and hard and ready, I'd like for 
you to put it in me from behind-with us on our sides like this-and slide it 
in and out of my pussy slow and steady and easy until I went right off to 
sleep. You would keep on fucking me and give me such wonderful hot dreams 
and I would have an orgasm in my sleep. It would be the best wet dream I 
ever had because if you had a massive prick, you would shoot me full of jizz 
and that would really be a wet dream, wouldn't it?" 

"What," Bea challenged, "if-while you were asleep-I slipped out my pecker 
and eased it into your butt hole and fucked you in the-ass?" 

"You wouldn't cornhole me, would you, Bea?" 

When her lover replied by lustful squeezes of her stimulated titties, Valery 
answered herself, "That would be okay. I ain't never had my asshole fucked 
full of cock-but that would be fine with me. I'd like for you to cornhole 
me-I'd even suck you off, if you had a cock. That horrible robber made me 
give him a blow-job." 

"Hush and give me a kiss-I hear Susan coming," Bea said. 

All Susan said when she entered the trailer was, "Oh, you two making it? All 
right." And she made down the bed in front and went to bed, sipping a drink 
and smoking a cigarette in the darkness. 

* * * 

Valery awoke early with daylight the density of fine steel. She dressed 
quickly and slipped outside into four inches of snow. She lit a cigarette 
and looked at their skis that hadn't been taken from the rack atop the 
station wagon. While she stood there, it began snowing again, almost as fine 
as talcum. The Old Castle was a dark, ominous ghostly outline across the 
way. The truck that had hauled the film equipment was still parked in the 
same place. 

Her gaze swung slowly toward the mobile home and her eyes widened, then 
squinted with surprise. One of the vehicles was gone and she knew, somehow, 
that Ronda and Wanda and Jean had gone. For good, she sensed. 

She knew they had crept away during the night just as surely as she knew 
that the three men were the ones who had kidnaped and raped them and made 
off with all that money from the airport. 

Then doubt seemed to squirm in her mind. "If they are the same ones, surely 
they recognize us. How can they be so-so nonchalant in talking with three 
women they plundered with their messy cocks and not even let on? Is Hank the 
one whose cock I sucked and almost swallowed? If so, who plugged Bea's 
snatch? And Susan's?" 

Curiosity and dread stirred in her mind as she angled through the snow 
toward the Old Castle. She strode up the steps and crossed to the doorway, 
stomping clinging snow from her boots. 

She let herself inside and found a light switch in the gloom. "I just can't 
believe that a man who has fucked a woman and made her suck him off can look 
her in the eye and hide it from her." 

For a moment, she peered up the gloomy stairway that curved to right and 
left, vanishing into the gloom. Then she veered to her right and entered the 
expansive main living room with a twenty-foot ceiling. Camera gear, on 
dollies, and lights had been neatly stowed in a dark corner. She ventured 
farther into the room and paused between two huge sofas. They partly faced 
each other, but had been fluted apart and Valery knew that was so a camera 
could roll between them and film whatever-well, whatever was taking place on 
the sofas. She stood over a long coffee table with a marble top, studying 
various objects. "I don't have to be worldly wise to know what will be 
filmed on the sofas," she murmured, picking up a huge object, a perfect 
replica of a man's sex organ. 

"Jesus," she breathed, turning it in her hands, the gonads in their elastic 
sac rolling realistically. "Huge son of a gun. What woman could take a thing 
this big?" She glanced about hastily and held it upright from her crotch, 
gauging how much would be buried in her, if it were attached to a man. The 
glistening glans-knob reached past her belly button. "No way do I want this 
tool tamped into my little fun-and-games room." 

Carefully, she put it back on the table, sidestepped through and knelt at 
the yawning maw of the Fireplace. She frowned with distaste when she 
recognized a pair of used condoms, the semen still fluid. And she wondered 
whether a couple of them had pumped the rubbers full of jizz while plying 
their pricks in Susan's dainty little pussy. Then she picked up three partly 
burned envelopes from one side, of the fire box. Most of them had been 
burned, but there was enough of one's contents to identify a one-way plane 
ticket to Dallas, Texas. Her pulse thundered and she pitched the charred 
pieces far into the black mouth of the fireplace and hurried away. "Doesn't 
prove anything," she wheezed, fear chills rippling up and down her back. She 
buttoned the top button of the light wool sweater that accented the rapid 
heave of her breasts, then hugged the Navy pea coat around her as she moved 
to the stored cameras and studied them. 

She was glad she was where she was-instead of being in front of the 
fireplace-when Hank and Jim and Phil stomped across the porch and pushed 
inside. She would have given away a couple of pats on her rounded butt to 
have been back in the trailer, in Bea's embrace. 

She didn't try to identify the voices. But her ears were tuned for words. 

"Frankly, Hank, I think we should split the company and get the hell out of 
here. I damned near fainted when I saw that redhead. I would have sworn we 
had been followed. Coincidence, my ass, I told myself. I could never forget 
that face. It was only inches from mine as I poured all the prick I had into 
her twat and she kept begging for more." 

"I told you to shut up," Valery heard Hank growl. "Didn't you see those foot 
prints in die snow and the stompings on the porch? We have a visitor. 

And forget splitting anything now. Let's finish our films, sell the masters 
and then cut out." 

Boldly, Valery strolled toward the voices. 

"To Dallas?" one of the men taunted. 

"You dumb bastard," Hank chided. "I wouldn't be caught dead anywhere in 
Texas. The cops are bound to make some correct deductions and that was part 
of the plan-enough to lead 'em as far away from here as possible." 

Valery drew a deep breath, let the pea coat sag open to frame the abundant 
fruit of womanhood. "Hey, Hank? Is that you and Jim and Phil? I was thinking 
you would, be here already and I've been curious and wanted to see the 
inside of the Old Castle." 

"Hi, Val," he said, stuffing leather gloves into his jacket pockets. "Go 
ahead and look around. I've intended to give all of you a tour of the place, 
but I've been too busy to now." 

She shrugged and followed him toward the fireplace, avoiding the sofas and 
table laden with sex gadgets. She waited as he stoked the fireplace with 
kindling, then larger pieces of wood. 

They just have to be the three men, she fretted, vaguely aware of Jim and 
Phil shoving cameras and lights into place. "Did you do something about the 
heat in this old place?" 

"Modem heat plant. Put it in a year ago," Hank replied. 

So smooth and imperturbable, she marveled. "I noticed one of the cars is 
gone. Did the others girls go somewhere?" 

"Split last night," Hank said, rising and winking. "Hell, I don't care. I 
guess they were jealous about the attention we are giving Bea and Susan. 
Shit, Bea and Susan will look better on Kodachrome, anyhow." 

"Susan, too?" Valery was barely able to disguise a gasp. 

"Why not?" Hank grinned. "And maybe you, too." 

Valery sensed her cheeks reddening-even the tip of her nose-as his intense 
eyes dropped slowly from hers to the saucy protrusion of her boobies. She 
casually closed the pea coat over them. She turned slowly and strode to 
watch Phil and Jim. 

Not me-not in one of those sex-films, she thought. But fright provoked 
wincing chills up and down her spine. "I don't know about that," she 
h-edged, angling toward the exit. "Well, we'll see you fellows later. I feel 
like some breakfast." 

Or a drink-or several drinks, she frowned, legging it through the increasing 
snow. I think we should all get the hell out of here. Fast. 

"I think it's time to tell Susan and Bea what I think I know," she whispered 
to herself as she approached the trailer. But as soon as she opened the 
door, she knew this wasn't the time. Both had gotten happily looped in a 
short time. Susan was pouring straight whiskey into their glasses, wearing 
nothing but a bra. Bea was perched naked on the table, legs crossed 
Indian-fashion, scratching daintily at her tangled pussy nap. 

She took a proffered drink, got down the letter she had started to Glen and 
retreated to the back of the trailer where she added what she had learned 
about the airline tickets and the conversation she had overhead. She 
concluded by saying that the only thing missing-as far as she was 
concerned-was finding the money-or "company" as one of the men had described 
it. Then she sealed the envelope and addressed it to Glen Dane at his 
Seattle office. 

"Hope that Forest Service guy comes by today," she sighed. 

As much as she yearned to, she sensed she just couldn't risk discussing her 
thoughts about the three men. Not that she couldn't trust Bea and Susan, it 
was just that she felt they wouldn't believe her or might panic. 

She moved forward in the small trailer. "Earlier, I was inside the Old 
Castle," she said tentatively. "Hank said he would show us through it." 

"I've seen most of it-all but the third floor," Susan said. "It's some 
place. But a lot of the rich, old furnishings have been heaped in unused 
rooms to make room for the cameras and lights." 

"Why not the third floor?" Valery asked softly. ."Hank says it's kind of a 
mess and not very safe," Bea shrugged her naked shoulders, the gesture 
lifting her conical breasts and letting them slope downward again. "He said 
he hasn't had time or the money to renovate the third floor." 

"The guys said Jean and Rhonda and Wanda took off-in a huff," Valery said, 
eyes searching Susan's and Bea's faces warily. 

"Yeah," Susan answered gruffly. "I don't like it much-kind of scary. Hank 
says I'm gonna have a part in the film. And you, too." 

Unaccountably, Valery's ire sprouted, deep in her breast. And she breathed 
deeply and her breasts heaved under the tight sweater as if she were 
exercising them and this would work off her feeling of discontent. "What 
difference does it make?" she asked bitchily. "You'll get paid for loving 
each other-sucking each others' boobies and cunnies." 

"Whooooaaaa!" snapped Susan. 

Valery wilted as embarrassment brought a throbbing blush to her cheeks. 
"Sorry." She smiled at them, inviting a return to good graces. When they 
winked and nodded, she strolled up to Bea and caressed her naked right 
thigh. "You look like the goodess of depravity, Bea." 

"Ooooh, thank you, Sweetie. You say you were in the old house? Did you see 
the assortment of gadgets and gizmos they plan to use on mc and for mc to 
use on myself?" 

Valery nodded, swallowed as she remembered the massive dildo with the 
realistic, hairy testicles. Unbidden, her gaze drifted to Bea's midriff, to 
her prominent Venus mound and the reddish tendrils of pussy-pile. The outer 
lips of her twat were relaxed and gaped to reveal the inner folds of pink 
flesh in a sort of lewd leer. 

"That dildo," Bea shook her head in apparent bewilderment. "Do they really 
expect mc to get all of that thing up my snatch?" 

Valery sidled to her right and turned slightly as Bea took the brown bottle 
and leaned back across the table. She heaved her feet in the air, toes 
dangling inward from limp ankles. 

"Let me see. Gotta practice," Bea mumbled, fingers of one hand parting the 
leaves of her pussy, the other hand screwing the bottle into her body. She 
grunted, asshole bulging as she took it to where the bottle beveled into the 
full barrel. "This is the real test," she panted, hand on the bottom of the 
bottle. "Should have greased it first," she grunted, farting softly as she 
forced the solid object into her cunt. "I think I'll give birth to a 
six-pack of stubbies." 

Valery backed away, feeling a little sick and disgusted as Susan stepped 
between Bea's spread legs and hunched her bottom coitally, her belly humping 
against the bottom of the bottle as if she would fuck it into the panting 
redhead's twat. 

"I wonder if there arc any secret passages in that old house?" Susan 
murmured, palming Bea's sloping cones as if they were handles and she gained 
leverage to help force the Budweiser bottle up her channel. 

"There is sure as hell nothing secret about my passage," Bea grunted. "Come 
on, Susan, fuck your belly against it, it seems stuck and won't go in. 

"Aaaagggghhhh," she wailed roughly as the makeshift dildo vanished inside 
her pussy, pulling the thick, hairy outer lips inside her body. 
"Eeeciiii-God!" she panted, "In it went. I got a pussy full of beer bottle. 
Wish it was a big cock attached to a man's crotch with a bag of big balls to 
flop against my asshole." 

Silently, Valery let herself out into a fine snow and plodded to the station 
wagon. She started the engine and turned on the radio, hoping to get a news 
program and see if there were any new developments in the airline robbery. 
But she must have missed it, getting a weather report with steady snow 
forecast. The stumbling radio announcer said that snow removal equipment was 
out against the storm's accumulation in the lesser traveled roads-the major 
highways still presented no problem. 

"Numb-tongue," she pouted, turning off the radio and killing the engine. She 
started to get out, then closed the door gently as the Forest Service 
vehicle whined down the road and stopped in front of the Old Castle. Her 
heart bounced and a plan formed. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

She waited until the ranger stomped into the old house, then warily left the 
station wagon. She scurried around the trailer and struck a course that took 
her through dense pines and coast fir to intercept the road about half a 
mile from the trailer. 

She found shelter from the intensifying snow and lit a cigarette, hunkering 
under the heavy bows of a tree. When she heard the powerful whine of the 
vehicle, she stubbed out her cigarette in the snow and began strolling down 
the middle of the road, hands in pockets of the pea jacket, back toward the 
trailer. 

When the vehicle pulled even with her as she moved to the side of the road, 
Valery waved and held up her hand to the tall, lean driver. He rolled down 
the passenger door window. "Say, I just stopped in and told Hank that we 
expect quite a bit of snow from this storm and may not keep the road open 
all the time. If you want to leave right away, you better hitch 'em up and 
move 'em out." 

Valery smiled and shook her head. "One thing, though, you could mail a 
letter for me when you go into town." She wilted slightly as he peered at 
her intently. 

"My boy friend in Seattle," she said, surprised her tone was light and airy. 
"Figured I better write to him, or he'll get jealous and come rushing down 
here to see if we're all okay." 

She hoped it didn't show in her eyes, but she couldn't guess why she had 
added the last. But then a chilling thought hit her. Could it be that he was 
in collusion with Hank and Phil and Jim? And he already had the letter she 
had held up to him. 

Valery felt her face reddening as his stare remained on her face, an 
implacable expression that seemed suspicious and wary. 

"Yeah," he said gruffly, "a good-looking gal like you would have a boy 
friend-maybe several. I'll take your cupid missive along, but I may not get 
into town for two or three days-depends on what is going on when I get back 
to headquarters. All of us may be kept billeted at quarters until "we see 
what this storm is up to. But I'll get it mailed for you-sometime." 

Then he was gone, the gear box operating the front wheel drive grinding 
noisily. And Valery, instead of feeling elated that her letter was on its 
way, was uneasy and instantly depressed. 

What, she worried, plodding back toward the trailer, if he is involved with 
Hank and the others-? 

Suddenly, a cold, mittened hand was clamped over her face and she was borne 
to the snowy ground. The deepest terror she had ever known froze her mind 
and voice. For a moment, with her assailant sitting on the small of her back 
and grinding her into the ground, she felt she was on the verge of a heart 
attack. Then another hand cupped across her mouth and nose and a pungent, 
medicinal odor gagged her. Her stomach retched and recoiled. And her last 
thought was Ether? Chloroform? Not a chance for her numbed brain to wonder 
whether the Forest Service ranger had slipped back to intercept her or 
whether it was someone from the Old Castle. 

* * * 

Valery came around slowly, rousing to a throbbing headache, dry mouth and 
throat, a nasty, medicinal taste-and a shocking awareness she was stripped 
naked. She groped numbly, struggling from her stomach onto one side. Her 
eyes focused slowly in the near-darkness, grateful for the seven and a half 
watt bulb that glowed bravely in a shadeless lamp on the bare floor near her 
head. 

Dully, she perceived boarded-up windows and thought she must be on the first 
floor of the Old Castle. Slowly, she groveled to her feet and stood, legs 
trembling, in the middle of the old mattress that had been pitched into the 
room, onto the floor. She crossed the dark room and squinted through cracks 
in the boards over the windows. She could sec far, far out-and down. 

Her breath caught. She was in a room high, high in the air and all she could 
see were trees and mountains dimly out-lined in the light snow and clouds 
that wreathed their peaks. "This has to be a corner room facing the 
southwest," she muttered, voice raspy, tone forlorn. She turned away from 
the window, shivering slightly in the cool draft that seemed to ebb and flow 
about her. She moved across the room and found a crockery basin and pitcher 
on the floor. Hefting the heavy pitcher, she gulped greedily at the cold 
water. Setting it back on the floor, she dipped the tips of her fingers into 
the water and swabbed at her aching eyes. 

Stumbling to her left, her bare feet slid onto a grillwork and she shuddered 
deliciously as a draft of warm air seemed to flutter up her naked legs and 
stir the coarse tendrils of pubic hair. She hunkered over the grill so the 
warm air flowed across the cheeks of her butt and seemed to kiss into the 
slight cleft created by the parted lips of her pussy. 

"Oooohhhh," she sighed as the air rippled up over her belly and caressed the 
under-crowns of her jutting tits. Reluctantly, she left the heat register 
and crawled about the confining room, breasts lolling like firm jello. 
"Gooohhh, where are my clothes?" she whined softly, thinking of returning to 
the water pitcher. 

She encountered another register and thought she could sec light far, far 
below. And there was a ripple of voices. Valery laid the side of her head 
against the grille and tried to magnify her hearing. 

Ghost-like, Hank Fanin's voice filtered upward to her. "I don't think she 
knows a damned thing. And what if she does? My vote is to finish our little 
fuck-movies and slip away in the night. While Bea and Susan were conked out, 
I took her car 'way back in the forest and I'm sure they'll buy the story 
their good friend pulled the pin and took off on them. The night we skip, 
I'll leave her door unlocked and she'll be able to find her way out. Okay?" 

There was a muttering and mumbling, then Hank's voice reached her harshly. 
"Now knock off all this talk. Here come Bea and Susan. Let's keep 'cm busy 
and burn up some film. We'll fuck 'em silly and keep their minds on the cock 
we're shoving into their bellies. Susan's persistent questions about secret 
passages is beginning to make me nervous." 

Maybe there arc secret passages, like Susan was wondering, Valery mused, 
heart pounding. As if at a great distance, she heard a flurry of 
conversation and presumed Susan and Bea had entered the old house. Tones 
grew angry and she surmised they had been told that she had run out on them. 
After a time, there was laughter and an earnest buzz of voices. "They must 
be getting around to concentrating on their dirty film," Valery scowled. 

And she swallowed hard as Bea's sharp, protesting voice came to her, "Oh! 
Hey! These are good clothes! Don't tear them off me like this." Her. voice 
lowered and Valery guessed she had slipped into her "film" role. 

"Oooohhhh! Darn it, Darling, I didn't betray you. What are you going to do 
to me? Pleeeaaassse? Fuck me, if you want to! But not-in the 
aaaassssholllle?" 

Valery hated the way her insides churned and warmed as she listened to the 
carnal, lecherous pleadings. She listened to Susan's yelp and guessed she 
had been introduced into the scene and she visualized her and Bea making 
girl-girl love, sucking each others' pussies. Bea screamed shrilly and 
Valery moaned, "Susan must have just rammed that huge, fake cock to the 
phony balls into her cunny. 

She crawled back to the pitcher for another drink and continued groping 
around the room, suddenly feeling she had found a treasure when her hands 
encountered an old, woolen blanket. And she shook it out and draped it 
across her shoulders, wrapping it around her nudity. 

Slowly, a heavy drowsiness besieged her mind and she crept to the mattress, 
stretched out, fumbling to get the blanket over her. Drugged, her dazed mind 
worked. There was something in the water. 

Lying somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, Valery was aware of the 
blanket being tugged from her and she groped for it ineffectually. And hands 
were on her bare skin, rolling her onto her back. 

"Nooo," she protested, slapping like a drunken person at the hands mauling 
against her bare breasts. "Oooohhhh," she whined as the nipples were tweaked 
and pinched, darting sharp needles inward, a pain that seemed to be 
deflected into her body to exit at her belly button. 

"Please," she whimpered, blinking her eyes, trying to recognize the figure 
that hulked between her and the dim lamp on the floor. Her legs seemed too 
heavy to kick out at her tormentor as her feet were toed upward, scissoring 
her knees and her thighs were split apart to expose her genital region. 

"Let me alone," she pleaded, terror and consternation only a dull 
realization in her fogged brain. Her body lurched as though it had been 
subjected to a massive electrical shock as something large and firm was 
swabbed into the tender crease between her legs, then was rammed brutally 
into her dry, relaxed cunny. 

"Aaaahhhh-aaaiiiccc," she gasped as she tried to sink her crotch away from 
the ruthless invasion and the object that was being twisted back and forth. 

"Shut up, you nosy little cunt," a voice growled at her, "this is just a 
small peter-thing. Just wait 'til we get down to business and ram some real 
man-things up your snatch." 

"The asshole-for me," a voice said off in the opaque darkness. 

Valery's scream was unintelligible as the man dropped to his knees between 
her helplessly Veed thighs. Her knees bent in against his flanks and she 
realized he was naked. She slapped at him-and her wrists were seized and her 
arms were stretched straight out from her shoulders. 

There just wasn't enough light to sec the features of the man who grabbed 
her flanks and sank his thumbs into the softness of her belly, caving it in 
and forcing the dimple of her navel to pooch. 

"Aaaggghhh," she groaned, fright growing stronger in her grogginess. The 
hands slid under her, palmed her tense nates and lifted her bottom so that 
her crotch was curved upward. He held her easily and shuffled on his knees, 
laying the head of his cock firmly in her slightly smiling vulva. 

"Don't hurt me," Valery pleaded. "I'm so dry," she said desperately, totally 
defenseless with the soles of her feet barely touching the mattress. 

There was a rattle of harsh, male laughter that made her feel faint. "Up her 
chute," one of the men urged as he gripped fingers into her wrist, causing 
her fingerstips to tingle as the circulation was closed off. 

"First, little jab-jabs, poke-pokes," the man in her saddle chortled-and she 
thought she recognized Hank Fanin's voice. There was a curling sensation in 
her anus as he began dobbing the massive head of his cock at the cringing 
entry to her pussy. 

He hunched his hips strongly. The blunt head of his cock wedged part way 
into her channel, then slid out and plowed up through her furrow, slicking 
across the subdued skin sheathing her clitoris. A honey-sweet sensation 
thrilled through her Venus mound and into her tummy and Valery drew a 
shuddering panting breath. 

"Clumsy bastard," one of the men chortled, "can't you hit the hole? There's 
lots and lots of hair around it and a ten year old kid could throw his arrow 
into that target." 

They have to be Hank and Phil and Jim, Valery thought dismally, feeling like 
a boneless creature, unable to brace herself for his next attack on her 
fluttering pussy. He rocked his body up and down to position the knob of his 
cock and coaxed it into her. She coughed raggedly as saliva trickled into 
her throat and choked her. 

She was fearful he was going to throw all his weight, the full length of his 
monstrous cock into her unprepared twat and she imagined a tearing of her 
flesh, a ripping of the delicate inner petals of her groove as they were 
bunched and hauled inside her snatch by the massive phallus. 

Maybe that would have been better-sudden and over with, all his cock socked 
into her in one lunge. But he worked it into her slowly. Her tingling nerves 
recorded each bit of progress as he hunched and pressed, his cock sliding 
in, stretching her fuck-canal walls. She made a ludicrous comparison-his 
cock was so massive and her pussy was shrunken so small, it was like 
cramming a size eight foot into a size four shoe. She knew she was absorbing 
a lot of prick, inch after inch. And she would bet he had at least eight 
inches of plundering pussy-rod and her scared kitty was cowered to that of a 
girl of ten. 

"Tight fuckin' tunnel," the guy she thought was Hank groaned, "but she's 
taking the locomotive right up to the last pair of box cars. Get your 
roundhouse ready, Baby, I'm about to pour on the coal and sock it to you, 
caboose and all." 

"Hurry it up, willya? And let mc at her vestibule." 

Valery gnawed gently at her lower lip, awareness being crammed into her mind 
just as an unyielding prick was being stomped into her quivering insides. 
She was determined she wouldn't let them reduce her to a screaming, sobbing 
woman. They would fuck her and degrade her, but she wouldn't let them break 
her spirit, no matter if they shoved a cock rough as a corn cob up her 
rectum. 

The man-undoubtedly the tall, muscular Hank Fanin with greying hair at the 
temples-nudged his knees into the soft rolls of her smooth nates and arched 
her bottom and pelvis high in the air. 

With glazed eyes, she stared down between the wide loll of her tittie-cones 
to where his cock penetrated her. He smoothed the wild, profuse pubic hair 
and she could see the stretch-swell of flesh where his prick was buried in 
her pussy. There was a dull tingling sensation in the hair-sprinkled outer 
lips as they were warped out of shape by the base of the thick sex-hole. 

"Her insides arc starting to crawl," the man chuckled. 

Valery frowned and twisted her face from side to side. It was true. Her 
insides were adjusting-and she couldn't prevent her healthy sphincters from 
starting to grip tentatively about the hard meat that had her cunt 
thoroughly corked. 

"I think I could just keep my cock socked to the balls in her and her 
fuck-muscles would milk the jizz out of me," the tormentor between her legs 
groaned. 

Slowly, after massaging the firm loaves of her butt, the man withdrew his 
hands and let her bottom slump back to the mattress. He collapsed atop her 
and his hairy chest ground against her breasts. "Real set of jugs. Did you 
guys ever have a gal press her tits together around your prick and you 
fucked off that way and just as you came, shoved the head of your cock into 
her mouth and let her suck and siphon off your jizz?" 

He shoved his arms between his body and her legs and lifted them high, the 
calves resting on his shoulders, her ass again arched so he could shove his 
cock into her body at a gentle slope, a convenient angle that let him 
penetrate her with all the prick he possessed. And this guy has plenty, 
Valery mused. She wriggled her bottom slightly as his prick began to throb 
and vibrate against her pussy walls, the head flexing just beyond the tip of 
her cervix. 

She gasped at the unexpected withdrawal of his sex pipeline. But he fucked 
it back into her with a grinding grate of flesh and a splat of his groin 
against her mound. The sudden jar and jolt of the head of his cock against 
the bulkhead of her twat caused lights to flash in her brain and twanging 
sensations reverberating throughout her loins. 

"Ggggaaaa," she gurgled, the slick slide of his prick into her so snug and 
shivery, her whole being was pummeled by an excruciating pleasure. I almost 
climaxed, she fought for breath and equilibrium. Just as she attained it, he 
began rotating his hips as he pumped and pounded his prick into her singing 
snatch. She bit her tongue as he banged away at her steaming pussy, his 
balls slapping smartly against her anus. 

In spite of her disgust and fright and determination, he was bringing her 
out and she was about to make a debut in lasciviousness there in the dark. 

Her little, hard clit was already beginning its faint drumbeat of pleasure 
and her cunt was gripping and wrenching at his plundering prick. She 
wondered why she never heard the explosion, just the plop-squish plow of 
prick into pussy. 

"Aaa agggghhh-hhhmmmmm-aiiieeee," she whimpered and groaned, trying to shake 
her ass as she catapulted into a tumultuous orgasm, her pussy muscles 
pulling the jizz out of his cock in jerks and squirts and gushes. 

Her arms were freed and the man lay heavily stop her. '"Let me spend my jizz 
and let her rest a little-then you guys can have her. I gotta go hook onto 
that trailer and tow it to Salem for Bea and Susan. Fuck her silly and don't 
unlock that door, at least 'til I get back." 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Valery never heard or saw him go. An apprehension seemed to blind and deafen 
her. So they had convinced Bea and Susan she had abandoned them. She could 
almost guess their plans. The travel trailer would be towed to Salem and 
turned into a rental agency there. It would be an inconvenience, but the two 
girls could get boxes and ship their things back to Seattle. 

Without protest, she let the other two men in the dark room heft her to a 
sitting position. She smelled the whiskey as soon as it was uncorked. "No, 
nooo," she complained as the bottle was pressed against her lips. A hand on 
her throat, fingers pinching her nostrils-and she was forced to drink, 
choking and gasping for breath. And more of the fiery liquor was gurgled 
into her throat. Gratefully, she accepted a glass of water-then more whiskey 
and some more water. 

Would Bea and Susan wonder about her, where she was, when they got back to 
Seattle and she didn't show up at their apartment? 

Her stomach began a rebelling at the intake of liquor, then slowly subsided 
to a gentle rumbling of peace. Not having eaten for hours, she was quickly 
susceptible to the effects of the whiskey. "Don't over-booze her," one of 
the men said, "we want her alive and kicking. I like a gal who resists 
getting my cock screwed into her ass." 

"You bastards," Valery snarled, trying to twist her torso away from the 
licentious hands groping her breasts, squeezing and milking on them. She 
succeeded in landing an awkward slap to the face of one man and was 
immediately slammed out flat, belly down, on the old mattress. 

A knee was planted in the small of her back and she couldn't even kick 
effectively. Her face was muffled into the mattress as one of them squatted 
on her head and, as she gasped for breath, she heard the sounds of clothing 
being removed. Slowly, fright began to jangle in her mind that they might 
kill her after subjecting her to their carnal endeavors. 

"Let's give it to her and go do what we were told," the man sitting on her 
head said. "We'll split it up, finish loading the big van and pull out." 

Valery pretended she had passed out, but three or four sharp, cracking slaps 
on her bare buttocks brought squeals of protest and hot tears to her eyes. 
"Up on your knees, Babe," the man behind to one side growled. 

He helped her, pushing one knee up and apart, then the other so that her 
bottom was rolled up in the air, unprotected, lewdly presented for the 
taking of his offerings. 

"Noooo, don't do that," she pleaded as a hand played over the rounded cheeks 
of her butt, fingers traced back and forth through the deep crack she 
couldn't pinch shut because of her posture. 

Valery's head seemed to expand like a balloon and her senses spun. She 
wanted to pull her thighs together for some protection of the little, 
sagging pouch formed by the outer lips of her pussy, but he was between her 
legs and his knees blocked her. 

Another surge of tears brimmed her eyes and she knew there was no way she 
could resist or cope with the man and his lascivious hands. He chuckled 
lewdly as his fingers poked and pried in her anal crease. He palmed the 
halves of her butt and peeled outward as if he were tearing a loaf of bread 
in two. He stretched her flesh, tugging her anus, stretching it into a 
narrow slit. And it hurt slightly, sending little darts of irritation 
inward, along her rectal channel. An itching and burning set it as he 
twisted the cheeks of her ass this way, that way. 

"Lean over and look at her pucker string coil and twitch," her tormentor 
told his companion. 

A gloomy feeling of desperation and degradation fanned like fire and smoke 
through her brain. She remained still. It wasn't that she was cooperating. 
She was tolerating this debasement of her body because she couldn't very 
well fight them. A hatred set in that blocked a surrender and a wish for 
death. 

They are going to take me and use me-just like that son of a bitch who 
rape-fucked me-but I'll get even, her brain seethed with a yearning and vow 
of vengeance which fed a desire to survive. 

Well, she thought, her body stiffening, she was about to get it. The guy was 
shuffling up to her exposed bottom and she could feel the genital heat of 
him, like a breath against her ass. 

Then he pressed his thumbs near the crinkle of her rear opening and Valery 
knew where she was going to get it. He pried and she squealed and squirmed. 
She knew he had peeled open her anus so the slick, red flesh showed because 
there was a cool sensation as the slight draft of air whispered across her 
upraised bottom. 

"Hold her still and keep her from bucking," the man behind her said. The 
advice was unnecessary, Valery thought, because the man continued to pinion 
her head. But he clapped his hands against her ribs, fingers digging into 
the swell of her dangling boobies. 

The only physical protest she could muster was the up and down undulation of 
her waist. But she wasn't going anywhere. 

"Oooohhhh, noooo," she whimpered as she felt the hot coal on the tip of his 
torch lodged against the itch that marked the entry to her roiling bowels. 
She wished she could shit all over his cock and balls-but knew there just 
wasn't anything there. 

For a minute or more, he threatened and teased her by just dobbing the knob 
of his prick against her twitching butt hole. Her expectancy of having him 
drill his augur into her ebbed and was accompanied by an uneasy relaxation 
of her rectal muscles. However, a tenseness remained in her loins and her 
pussy muscles writhed and coiled. 

Then ... "Aaaggghhh!" He heaved his hips and the head of his massive cock 
popped all the way inside her ass and her anal gasket closed behind the 
coronal ridge. She panted and gasped. "Son-of-a-bitch!" 

"Hottest little asshole in the country," the panting man yelled, tone 
animalistic and gloating. "What a cornhole beauty." 

Valery tried to crawl forward, tried to rock her body away, but her efforts 
only served the purpose of the man attacking her from the rear. The man at 
her head completely blocked her and the movement of her body jounced back to 
take in more and more of the man's mammoth prick. 

She swallowed painfully. Her sense of feel seemed to focus with 
super-sensitivity on the stretching, bloating of her insides. A vision of 
her upraised ass, the monstrous cock being forced into her asshole, the 
distortion of her entry flashed into her mind-a degrading picture of 
lewdness. 

He must have started rolling and gyrating his hips, she thought, from the 
sensation of the invading prick beginning to wobble around in her bowels as 
he slowly, steadily plowed it along the hot, tight course. Her muscles 
gripped as if she were trying to expel his prick, but he merely chuckled 
gleefully. 

"Her butt hole is trying to pinch off the old horse," he yelled. "I could 
come right now-with her asshole fucking me." 

Go ahead and cum, Valery thought prayerfully, resentfully. But he bored it 
into her, inch after inch of his prick vanishing in her bowels. She felt j 
she was taking in so much cock it was creating a congestion in her chest, 
shutting off her breath. "Much more?" she panted suddenly. "You got much 
more to go?" 

"Couple of inches, Babe," he replied quickly. "Why don't I just plunge it in 
and have it done?" 

She gasped for breath-and considered his lewd suggestion. "All right," she 
gasped hesitantly, "go ahead. Give me the rest of it." 

-His hands tightened on the fluting of her hips and he hunched. "Aaaggghhh!" 
she exhaled. He slammed it into her so hard and deep, she was momentarily 
stunned. His big balls swung like a pendulum up against her pussy-purse and 
smacked against her Venus mound. 

"Son-of-a-gun," Valery gasped, fires seeming to lick and lash along her 
canal, around the huge cock imbedded in her butt. Her senses were keenly 
alive. She could feel the tickling of his coarse pubic hair against the 
crowns of her nates and in her flattened crack. 

"You okay?" the man asked. 

"I'm-all-right," she muttered. "Get it over with." 

Still, he hesitated and an impatience raged through her. "Go on! Get with 
it! Fuck me-corn hole me-and shoot your jizz and get your filthy cock out of 
my ass!" 

The man laughed and tickled his fingers around over her taut bottom, reached 
to finger her pussy and tickle her clit. "Why don't you shut up now, and 
let's fuck?" 

"I'll shut her up," the man at her head said. 

"Goddamn, no!" Valery shrieked as her face was lifted by a hand tangled in 
her tousled hair. "Blubblub," she managed as the man guided his hot, 
musky-smelling prick-head into her gasping mouth. Her tongue flicked around 
the slick head and was conscious of a salty taste that prompted a-flow of 
saliva. She swallowed her spit-and a couple of inches of fat, hard prick. 

The top of her head was against the man's hard belly, but she was able to 
turn her head slightly, pushing the fat bulb of his prick into a cheek. She 
inhaled deeply, her mind fumbling for words of protest. "Don't choke me with 
it," she mumbled, her tongue massaging along one side of his fuck-barrel. 
"Don't shove it in my throat 'til I'm ready to take it," she gurgled, tone 
wheedling. 

The amused chuckling, the smug, indulgent tones of their voices aroused her 
contempt and hatred. She contemplated taking a big bite out of the man's 
prick-but she wallowed it out of her cheek, curled her tongue around the 
head and sucked firmly, straightening her neck so there was a straight 
course into her throat. And he slid his prick into her face slowly, his body 
shuddering as she sucked on it, all along the blood-veined shaft. 

A sobbing, cooing sound coursed from her nose as he cupped his hands under 
her and caressed and massaged her hot titties. Her back stiffened and her 
attention was refocused on her other end, where the man behind her was 
starting to fuck his cock in and out of her hot asshole. 

As the man at her face fucked his cock full-length into her mouth, she 
sucked voraciously and his heavy balls swung up to slap under her chin, 
against her throat that was convulsing as the mammoth prick plowed steadily, 
back and forth, in her gullet. 

Valery had the unreal sensation her butt hole was beginning to steam and 
smoke as the man cornholed her faster and faster, using every inch of his 
prick in his quest for her writhing guts. She thought she could feel the 
monstrous head twitching and expanding deep in her bowels. He's gonna shoot 
his jizz in me any second, she thought, but his rhythm was uninterrupted and 
he banged away steadily at her itching, burning rectum. 

For a crazy instant, she wished she could stand off to one side and watch 
herself getting a fucking in the mouth and butt. 

She visualized her naked body on a spit, but she wasn't turning slowly over 
a roasting fire. But the fire was there, an internal flame kindled by two 
blazing cock-torches pumping into her mouth and her asshole that seemed to 
be suctioning on the prodding hose. 

Her tongue detected a swelling and spasm in the cock she was sucking and she 
knew the cock she was blowing was about ready to unload. Yes! There was a 
contracting and a great swelling as his sperm-pump was being thrown into 
gear by the rapid in-fucking of short strokes. Valery struggled for several 
deep breaths so she could suck and swallow the anticipated flood of hot, 
sticky cum. 

Wham! He slammed his cock to the hairy root into her face and began a 
copious spewing of jizz into her convulsing gullet. 

Squish-squish! Slosh-slosh! 

She was really getting her butt hole fucked full of hard man-meat. The man 
behind her hammered the cock to her faster and faster in long strokes. 
Suddenly, the strokes were short and punchy, but the pace quickened as he 
rammed his prick in and around, wobbling it delectably deep in her bowels. 

Her squawk of pleasure as he hosed her tumultuous guts with jizz was stifled 
by the pulsating prick buried in her mouth. 

Slurp-slurp. Glug-glug. Her mouth and tongue and sucked-in cheeks vacuumed 
all along the delicious prick spewing sweet sex-honey. And her own climax 
started in a silent rumbling in her asshole and rippled in great pleasurable 
waves into her cunt, setting her tumescent clit a-tingle. 

The man at her face made a couple of ineffectual prick-pumps into her mouth 
and a small stream of jizz escaped from her lips and trickled onto his 
balls. Quickly, she licked it up and sucked one of his husky nuts into her 
mouth. 

It wasn't she. It couldn't have been. 

But she was cooing and crooning and yum-yumming as she lovingly sucked his 
cock and her asshole reveled around the pole of meat wedged in her bowels. 

"Wunnerful cum," she purred, mouth full of delicious prick. "Keep fuckin' my 
ass and give me some humps and pumps in the pussy," she pleaded, shaking her 
ass and bumping it back against his groin so none of his plundering prong 
escaped her famished maw. 

"Let's have a drink and you guys change ends and give me some more screwing 
and cock to suck," she suggested earnestly. "Bet I can out-suck and out-fuck 
you both." Her laughter turned into a triumphant, carnal cackle. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

The silence in the room was so unfriendly, Valery felt as though she were in 
a roomful of strangers. She knew she was alone and was equally sure she 
hadn't slept, at least not a deep, sound drugged sleep. Yet, she was never 
aware of the two men's leaving. They just had to be Phil Kerr and Jim 
Norris. 

They had passed the bottle of whiskey to her-and they had had a couple of 
tilts of it themselves. She curled into an even tighter fetal position under 
the old blanket, grateful that plenty of heat was huffing up through the 
floor grilles. 

She wondered whether they had everything loaded in the van yet. For some 
reason, she had the feeling the other one, the one who was going to pull the 
trailer for Bea and Susan, the one she figured had to be Hank Fanin, would 
come back and they would take off at the same time with the money. 

Valery lurched up on stiffened arms. The money! It must be here in the Old 
Castle. And just how had the men come and gone? She was positive she would 
have heard the door opening and closing-at least when Fanin left. She was 
wide awake then. Drinking the whiskey just before she was cornholed and 
forced to suck that guy's heavy, musky, salty prick. 

The thought reproduced the taste of cock and her asshole burned intensely as 
if it remembered just how it was when it was being perforated and punched by 
another man's pole. She started to spit in disgust-but she rolled the saliva 
around her teeth, into her cheeks and swallowed. 

She lurched to her feet, grumpily tugging the blanket about her. She stepped 
off the blanket and her bare toes kicked into something that clattered 
across the floor. She scowled and yipped softly from the brief pain. Then 
she bent and groped along the floor and clasped her fingers around the 
barrel of a flashlight. One of them forgot it, she reckoned. 

The beam stabbed the darkness harshly and Valery turned it on the dark, oak 
door. Soundlessly, she moved and tried the knob which seemed frozen. She was 
convinced the three men had come and gone some Other way. 

Slowly, she swept the flashlight beam around the room. "Those are two 
outside walls," she murmured. "If there is a way, it would have to be this 
end of the room or this inside wall." She studied the inside wall and 
discounted it, figuring that there was nothing on the other side but a 
corridor. 

"Then there has to be something about this end wall," she mused, running the 
light over it foot by foot. 

There was nothing abnormal that she could see. A dark oak of mahogany 
wainscot paneling met from the ceiling by thick plaster and faded wallpaper. 
In order to use her other hand, she let the blanket fall from her shoulders 
and began running her hand over the smooth, rich texture of the wood. "In 
old movies, there's always a button somewhere," she murmured, not really 
expecting io find one. 

She started at one corner and thumped and bumped her hand against the 
plaster half and the paneled part of the room, wondering whether she would 
really recognize a different sound, if she heard one. 

Nothing. Not a damned thing. At least, no opening materialized. She slouched 
naked against the wall and played the light around the room, all the way 
around and back to where she half-stood, dejected and near tears. There was 
nothing on the walls to see. The light switch over there by the door and-she 
swung the light into the inside corner, about six feet from the floor. 
Another light switch? She crossed the room and punched the button of the 
switch near the door. The pale light went out. She pushed the other button 
and it came back on. 

That other switch. What a crazy place for a switch and why way up there? 
Breathing shallowly, she padded over to it and reached high. And just a 
single button. She pressed it and her skin turned goose-bumpy. Just a 
section of the entire wall slid upward and there was a cubicle. Just a 
little three-by-three little room. 

She explored it with the flashlight, then ventured inside. Before she could 
draw a deep, fluttering breath, the section of wall closed behind her, 
trapping her in a space not much larger than a casket. 

"Aaaaiiiieeee," she shrieked, nearly dropping the light. She threw herself 
against the wall away from the weird entry and fought dizziness and a 
tendency to faint. Then relief and confidence surged through her. "Just like 
a modern, cheap hotel," she murmured as she recognized the small control 
panel. 

The switch marked "light" turned on a ceiling light. And there were buttons 
for 3, 2, I, Bas., and Tun. She pressed the 3 button and the wall through 
which she had entered slid away and there was the shadeless lamp glowing 
bravely in her former prison. In a few seconds, the wall closed her in 
again. 

She pressed the 2 and the floor slipped away, downward, silently. "Someone 
put an elevator in the closets," she marveled. Then she frowned, curled her 
arms over her naked breasts. "I shoulda brought my blankie. And what do I 
wear if I find my way out?" 

The silent elevator stopped and she presumed she was on the second floor. 
Fright ran through her frigidly and she flipped the switch for manual door 
closure to prevent its opening. With her face against the wall of the room, 
she listened for voices and heard nothing. Maybe, she hoped, there is no one 
on this floor. Maybe they're outdoors or on the main floor. Or in the Bas.? 
Basement. And the Tun.? Shivers of excitement produced a new crop of goose 
bumps. Tunnel? 

She pranced out of the dinky elevator more bravely than she really felt and 
flashed the light around the room. This room, too was on the far corner of 
the house and she wasn't worried about her light being seen. She tried the 
door and it wasn't locked. The elevator switch in this room was where one 
would expect it, next to the clearly defined opening to the elevator. She 
reached into the elevator and released it. 

"I gotta find some clothes for this naked body or run the risk of being 
ravaged by a ghost," she muttered. Cautiously, she let herself into the 
corridor and paused listening, hearing nothing but ominous silence. 

Methodically, she began trying every door along the dimly lit hallway. The 
one facing the broad staircase drew her inside. There were four chairs 
around a heavy oak table. On the table were three small suitcases-about the 
size of cases for portable typewriters. Three folding cots lined the back, 
exterior wall. On one, in a wad, were her clothes. 

"Mercy, mercy, thank God," Valery crooned, tears of gratitude giving her 
double vision. She hustled into her clothes, silently cursing her fumbling 
fingers as she laced her boots. She slipped her arms into the pea jacket and 
ran the light around the room again to the table. On one corner was a 
whiskey bottle, a third full, and a pitcher of water. She gulped at the 
water, not fearful they would have doped their own. Then she flipped the 
catches of the cases, one after the other, and just licked her lips as she 
gawked at all that money. "Gotta be-just gotta be the airlines ransom 
dough," she murmured woodenly, as if hypnotized. 

Where to go? What do do? Maybe she made a mistake, after finding her way out 
through the elevator, by not returning to her jail. She considered it for a 
moment. "Damn, no," she breathed, "I'm gonna run like hell." She paused at 
the elevator-then returned for the three suitcases and set them inside. 

"Well, let's sec what 'Tun.' is." 

As the elevator passed the main floor, she clearly heard banging and 
rustling sounds-and she presumed packing and loading the van were under way. 
It seemed the elevator traveled a long time before it whispered to a stop. 
The door opened and she tossed the three suitcases into blackness. She swung 
the beam of the flashlight around the head-high tunnel. 

There were the three suitcases on the powder-dry, rough earthen floor. "This 
has to go somewhere," Valery breathed. She flicked off the elevator light, 
pushed the button and sent the car back to the third floor. 

She picked up two of the suitcases and lugged them along the rough-hewn 
tunnel for more than two-hundred steps, looking as she went for a place to 
hide them. The tunnel bent sharply to the right. Valery hesitated at the 
corner and peered out into the crisp, black, cold of winter. Conifer trees 
grew thickly all around and there was snow everywhere, at least a foot deep. 
And that unmarred tract had to be a stream, she thought. She carried the two 
cases into the trees and wedged them back under a giant Fir tree. She turned 
and ran back inside. Within five minutes, she had the third cache of money 
hidden with the other two. 

If anyone came out through the tunnel, she knew, her tracks would lead them 
straight to the money. She paused, frowning. She just couldn't help it. She 
would have to gamble that her disappearance from her third-floor prison 
would go undiscovered for a long time. And if it were, and the three men who 
called themselves Hank Fanin and Jim Norris and Phil Kerr recovered the 
money, at least she would be free. 

She turned and loped clumsily through the snow and into the trees. She cut a 
wide circle around the Old Castle, angling toward the road. The night was so 
dark, she never could have navigated the forest without the flashlight. She 
wished she had her skis from atop her car. Then she wondered just where her 
station wagon had been hidden. 

On a slight knoll, she paused for breath and to look back. What seemed like 
half a mile away was the looming dark hulk of the Old Castle. There were 
lights on in the main room on the first floor. In the clear, night air, she 
could hear the clang and clatter of equipment being loaded in the big van. 

She turned and stumbled on. "They'll surely wait for Hank to return," she 
panted. And she kept a few yards off the road although it was more difficult 
footing, but she didn't want to be caught in the headlights of his car or 
have her footprints in the snow detected. 

Suddenly, she was borne to the ground, the wind crushed from her lungs. I've 
been caught, she agonized, on the black edge of consciousness, dimly aware 
of someone sitting in the middle of her. 

Slowly, she was aware of the cold snow on her face. But she wasn't lying 
face down in it. She was propped up and the snow was being palmed against 
her feverish brow. And a flashlight was glaring in her eyes. It was lowered 
and she was peering dumbly into the concerned faces of Bea and Susan. 

Finally, she grumbled, not unhappily, "You could have killed me." 

There was a bubbling of relief in Bea's voice, "Good way to get yourself 
killed-or, at least, hurt." 

"I thought you two had pulled out. The camp trailer is gone and I thought 
you thought I had deserted you," Valery groaned as she stood, flexing arms 
and legs, rotating her body from the hips to check strains and sprains. 

"We let them think that," Susan said adamantly. "But, we just didn't believe 
you would pull out on us. We let them convince us. But all the time we 
Figured they had you hidden somewhere-for their dirty duties. At first, we 
were going to go all the way into Salem and call Glen and the FBI and the 
cops." 

"Why didn't you?" Valery grumbled, glad that they hadn't. "You know, they 
are the three men that pulled off that hijack-ransom scheme in Seattle. I 
found and hid the money." 

There was a momentary, tense silence. "So, they are the guys who shanghaied 
us and banged us. I thought one of those prick-techniques was familiar," Bea 
growled. 

"Well, tell us what happened," Susan prompted. 

"Later, later," Valery said. "How did you get away from Hank?" 

"Oh, we didn't," Bea grinned. "We let him tow the trailer about three miles 
down the road and we jumped him. We had to do it that way because we knew we 
couldn't do any good against three of them." 

Valery whistled softly. "Where is he?" 

"In the trailer," Susan laughed as she and Bea stepped back into their skis, 
picked up the poles. "It was nice of you to leave our skis from the wagon 
before you pulled out on us, Val." 

She trudged along between them as they moved onto the flat roadway. "They 
hid my car somewhere," Valery said as they reached the spot where Bea and 
Susan had left the road. 

"Here is where we spotted your flashlight," Susan said, "and thought, 
somehow, the other two-Phil and Jim-had found out something had happened to 
Hank." 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Susan and Bea hadn't made it clear just how they had over-powered Hank, but 
there he was, tied up, hand and foot, on the floor of the travel trailer. It 
was a little after one o'clock in the morning when they uncoupled his car 
from the trailer and dumped him inside. 

Bea got behind the wheel and pointed it back toward the Old Casrle. Driving 
in the foot of snow was slow and cumbersome and tedious. "There are still 
two of them," Valery said, "and just how are we going to handle them?" 

"All we have to do is get Jim and Phil separated," Bea grinned wickedly, 
"and we can handle them one at a time." She cut the headlights before the 
old house was in view, parked with the car's front end aimed dead at the 
house. "There's a lot more of that rope in the back of the car. Get it Sue, 
and use Hank's knife to cut a half-dozen lengths about six feet long." 

Hank mumbled in the gag of his handkerchief held in place by a piece of the 
rope and adhesive tape the girls had gotten from the first aid kit. 

"Everyone out-except Hank," Bea said, taking the jack handle. 

"What arc you going to do to them?" Valery queried. 

"Don't worry about what's going to happen to them now. Save your sympathy 
for them for what we're gonna do to them afterwards," the lithe redhead 
laughed huskily. She motioned to Susan and Valery, "You two get off the road 
and hunker down in the dark. Okay? I'm gonna get their attention-and I'll 
bet both of them won't come looking." 

She turned on the headlights, slammed the door hard and moved into the 
darkness off the road on the driver's side. "We just wait," she called 
softly. "They'll get to wondering what Hank stopped 'way out here for." 

In a few minutes, they could sec the shapes of two men silhouetted against 
the lights in the main room. Valery giggled with excitement as they stomped 
about and one of them called, "Haaannnnk?" 

After some five minutes, they went back inside and shortly after, one of 
them emerged wearing a heavy coat and carrying a flashlight. The other 
lingered at the entrance and called something that the girls couldn't 
understand. The one with the light turned in stride to reply and trudged 
through the snow toward the car. 

He walked down the middle of the road, kicking the unbroken snow into 
clod-billows, right into the blinding glare of the headlights. 

Phil Kerr was borne to the ground by an avalanche of three female bodies. 
Susan sat on his head and mashed his face into the snow, down to the gravel. 

In their excitement, the three growled like predatory animals. Valery 
planted her bottom heavily on his back, between his shoulders and Bea 
straddled his thighs. She took one of the ropes she had looped around her 
waist and they wrestled his hands behind his back. In minutes he was 
helplessly tied and they dragged him around the car, out of the light and 
left him in the snow. 

"Now, it'll be a few minutes before the other one-Jim-gets to wondering what 
the hell happened to Phil. And he'll come trudging up the road to find out," 
Susan whispered as they went back to their ambush positions. "Val, Bea and I 
have some nifty things planned for these rapist Lotharios." By two-thirty, 
the girls had the three men in the main room of the Old Castle, dumped on 
the two long davenos. Valery built up the fire in the great fireplace. "What 
are we going to do with them, you two pirates?" she asked. 

"Wait," Bea gloated, finding part of a case of whiskey in the loaded van and 
opening it. "Just wait-and enjoy ourselves. I figure the Forest Service or 
somebody will run a snow plow or something through here in a day or two." 

"What if they don't?" Valery fretted. 

"Well," she found some plastic glasses the men had decided to leave behind 
and poured three drinks, "one of us will get on skis and go bring somebody. 
But," she peered at Valery with mockingly innocent eyes, "Sue and I are in 
no hurry. Right, Susan?" 

Susan, returning from another room with a pitcher of water, nodded. "We got 
plans for them." Bea laughed exultantly and Susan swaggered outside, 
returning in a couple of minutes with three tightly packed snowballs. "Ice 
cube, anyone?" 

Valery sauntered over to Hank. "Where did you hide our car, Hank?" She shook 
her head slowly, a gesture of chiding a recalcitrant child. "Better be nice 
and cooperate," she encouraged. She untied his feet and began unlacing his 
boots. "I've heard of prisoners of war being tortured for information by 
having hot coals or hot pokers applied to their feet. Would you like that?" 

Roughly, she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. "I got a dandier 
idea," she grunted, struggling to tug his pants off. She grinned into his 
astonished, wide, frightened eyes. She unsnapped his shorts and hauled them 
off. "How about cooking your sausage and eggs?" 

"Hey! You wouldn't spoil the goodies, would you, Val?" Susan interjected. 

Valery flicked his shriveled peter with her Fingers. "I don't think this 
looks so good-little tiny, shrunken dingus." She patted his limp balls 
sharply and Hank groaned and writhed. 

Then Bea swaggered over, set her drink on the large cocktail table. "I like 
Val's technique," and she began stripping Phil Kerr. She lifted his limber 
dong, squeezed and tugged on it. "You the Devil who ran his fork in me in 
that Seattle motel? Or are you the Skeleton who shoved his bone in Susan? Or 
maybe you're the Warlock who made Val eat his witching rod?" 

Bea turned to help Susan finish denuding Jim Norris. "Where's our car?" she 
demanded, grabbing his balls and twisting them to-and-fro. 

"Back in the woods about two-hundred yards west of the house," Jim grimaced 
with pain, eyes pleading. 

"You know, Val," Susan said, "I bet your skis are still on your car. You 
could get them and we could leave these guys tied up and naked to freeze in 
the snow and we could take off with the you-know-what. And you could report 
your car stolen and all that." 

Valery smirked at the alarmed expression on Hank's face. "Sure. Not a bad 
idea. I could clue in Glen and I'm sure he can slick things over with the 
cops and FBI. And the money was just never found." She bent over Hank, 
lifted his peter with thumb and index finger pinching just behind the 
corona. "Speaking of slick things, I bet with a little encouragement, Hank's 
head would be as slick as a peeled plum." She jacked him off cruelly and he 
groaned. 

"Instead of freezing them, maybe we could get them hot and fuck them to 
death," Bea chortled. 

"One of them," Valery said thoughtfully, "did it to me in the butt up in 
that room. I don't know which one, but I'd like to see them know how it 
feels. I wonder if we can force them to cornhole each other." 

"No!" Bea yelped. "Waste this nice male-stuff? You know it's not nice to 
fool mother nature, and that surely would be fooling my mother nature, 
wasting cock by having these guys plugging each others' asses." 

"Just a thought," Valery subsided. 

"If you want 'em to suffer with dilated bung holes, I found a foot locker 
full of their gadgets while I was looking for booze. We can run those big 
dildoes up their assholes." 

"Where is it?" Susan growled, pinching Phil Kerr's cock so hard he yelled. 
"Let's get it, Valery." When they returned with the heavy chest, Bea was 
cutting the remainder of the clothes of the three men with Hank's knife. 

"You bastards can take comfort in one thing-we don't intend to kill you," 
Bea yelled at them. She dented Hank's scrotum with the point of the blade, 
"but we may turn you into candidates as guards for a harem, though. Would 
you like to have your balls cut out?" 

"It's snowing again," Susan said as she and Valery dropped the foot locker 
at the end of a couch and opened it. She rummaged inside, tossing sex 
paraphernalia on the floor. "This is the one I was looking for," she hefted 
a giant, fake prick, "this is the one Bea shoved in my snatch for their 
stupid film." 

"We gotta find that thing and burn it or something," Bea said. 

Valery turned from mixing fresh drinks, "Oh, I think we should just 
confiscate it and we can sit around the fire back in Seattle and show all 
our neighbors our home movie." 

"Bullshit," Bea snapped. "There's a big jar of Vaseline in there someplace. 
Let's do the guys that much of a favor and grease it good so it'll slide up 
their shit-chutes." 

Valery returned from outdoors with a large scoop of snow in her hands. "Make 
your own ice cubes," she invited. She stood over Hank, staring at his 
genitals. "Take some," she said softly, "and put some in my drink." With 
what was left, she dropped to her knees beside Hank and packed it around his 
cock and balls. "Don't want your meat to spoil, Honey," she sneered at him. 

His plaintive mutterings were unintelligible behind the gag, but his eyes 
expressed his misery and pleading. "That'll preserve your hot nuts 'til 
we're ready to thaw them out and cook 'em in our little bake places." 

Valery turned to Bea and Susan. "What are other rooms like on this floor? I 
think it would be a good idea to separate these characters." She thought of 
the room upstairs with the cots, where she had found the money. That would 
do for one of them. 

"Furnished like bedrooms. Some of them are piled up with stored stuff," 
Susan said. "We can find places for Phil and Jim. Come on. On your feet," 
she commanded Phil. 

After Bea and Susan had herded Jim and Phil away, Valery turned to Hank. 
"Now, just you and me here," she said' dryly. She yanked him off on the 
floor, onto his unprotected face. She untied his feet, looped the rope 
around his neck snugly in a slipknot. She tied the loose end to a leg of a 
daveno. "I would suggest you not get to flopping around all over the place, 
or you may just hang yourself." 

He sobbed and gulped noisily after she ripped off the adhesive tape, untied 
the small rope and removed the gag. "You can yell and scream all you like," 
she said curtly. "I think I'd like it,' the more you yelled and screamed." 

She picked up the huge, fake peter and opened the jar of Vaseline. She 
hunkered near his face and let him watch, wide-eyed, as she coated it with 
lubricant, right down to the realistic gonads. 

Valery moved to his feet and kicked them roughly. Then she swiped the side 
of a boot across his taut buttocks. "Get your feet up, you bastard. You can 
do it. Get your ass up in the air." She kicked him again, not too roughly, 
nuzzled a toe at the pinched crease of his buttocks. 

He grunted and groaned and floundered, but he succeeded in drawing up his 
legs, lifted his hips and his rear end was presented to her. 

She laughed exultantly as she surveyed his lewd posture, cock and balls 
dangling down between his spread legs. "Relax, and let me see the crack of 
your ass," she chuckled. "That's it. My, the hair surely grows wild around 
your asshole. I'll just have to comb it out of the way, won't I?" 

He started a low cursing and she kicked him heavily with the side of her 
foot. "Just shut up. The only sound I want to hear out of you is screaming 
and wailing. Understand?" 

Valery knelt between his calves and laid a hand on the crown of his butt. 
"Now, I suggest you just relax all your insides, Hank," she said 
conversationally, "and you'll be able to take it much easier. And you are 
going to take it. You know that, don't you?" 

She held the instrument Firmly by the balls and dobbed the gadget into his 
anal crevice, swabbing the barrel around so that the entire area was 
well-greased. He was silent. She didn't expect him to conduct a bright, 
sparkling stimulating conversation. 

The sight and situation seemed unreal to Valery as she knelt at Hank's 
rounded behind, his hair-sprinkled balls and his limp penis, the foreskin 
rolled back partly to reveal the tip of the glans dangling. 

"I can guarantee it'll hurt a little," she said sympathetically as she took 
a firmer grip on the dildo and planted the simulated glans against the 
pucker of his asshole. "Now you relax and take it and help me-and help 
yourself," she urged. "You understand?" she darted a glance at his 
unblinking eyes as he lay on one side of his face. There was just the 
slightest of nods. "Good," she breathed, laying her hand up the upper 
expanse of his crack and pressured her fingers away from his hole, to spread 
and open it as much as she could. She held her breath as she saw him apply 
muscle pressure and push out so she could see a slick pinkness of inner 
flesh. She pushed the head of the tool against it. A ripple of dismay shook 
his body. 

Valery wormed the head of the gadget back and forth, auguring the tip into 
his entry. He gasped as it was pried inward, expanding the ring of muscle. 
His back bowed upward, there was a quivering in his butt cheeks as she 
pressed forward and the head slowly penetrated him, disappearing into his 
rectum. 

"Just about eight or nine inches is all you gotta take," she reassured him 
cruelly, twisting the barrel as she reamed it into him. "Ever been 
cornholed, Hank-lover?" she taunted him as she crammed inch after inch of 
the fake prick into his butt hole. She took her hand from his cheeks and 
grasped his balls and meaty sex-rope. "I feel nervous quivering in your 
peter, Hank. You gonna get a nice hard-on from having this little old dildo 
fucked into your asshole?" 

By the time she had the big prick-instrument buried in the hole of his bare 
ass, Valery was trembling, and hot flashes of passion were tormenting her 
body, flushing her face and provoking a sensual gnawing in her cunny. 

"Please don't, Valery," Hank whined softly, the first he had spoken since 
his soft outburst of cursing her when she started. She took her hand away 
and stared at the hand-driven fuck machine. The gonads looked so real, 
hanging from his distorted asshole. She used both hands on his genitals, one 
holding his heavy balls, the other milking him, jacking him off. 

"You can 'please' me, Hank," she said, breath coming in short pants as his 
peter began to starch up as she gently flogged his dummy, rolling the skin 
way up to expose the fattening glans. "You got a nice cock and it's getting 
long and thick-even with that thing stuck in your ass." 

There was a constricting lump in her chest and Valery found it difficult to 
breathe. Her breasts seemed blanketed by a stifling fever. She sat back on 
her heels and slowly began undressing. Naked to the waist, she sat on the 
floor, eyes glued to the fake-cock socked in Hank's ass and his half-hard 
prick. She removed her boots, socks and ski pants, stood up to skin out of 
her panties. 

"I could flop you over and top-ride fuck you," she muttered, straddling his 
bare back and planting her hot snatch on his white flesh. She slid back and 
forth, leaning forward slightly so pressure was applied on her mound, her 
thick lips and her distended clit. "Giddy-up, horsey. I can have me a cum 
like this." She swiveled on him so her back was to his head and resumed 
fucking her crotch along his back. She took the dildo in hand and began 
plunging it in and out of his asshole in eight-inch strokes. 

"Can you ejaculate-pop your nuts-while I diddle this dildo in your bowels, 
Hank. Shoot your jizz on the floor. Wish you could watch me fuck your butt 
with this thing." 

A loud, muffled scream tattered the silence, coming from one of the men in 
another room. "Bea or Susan-or both-must be giving something to Phil or 
Jim," Valery panted, shuddering into a fluttery cum on Hank's back. "I think 
I'll have you cat my hair-pie and suck my pussy, Hank. I can sit on the edge 
of the daveno and you can get your face in my snatch-gash." 

Just then Bea wandered in, a wild grin on her face, naked, red hair 
billowing over her shoulders, trickles of thick, pearly jizz on the inner 
planes of her creamy thighs. "Need some help, Val? Hope so. Sue and I been 
gang-banging those two and they're sapped 'til they recharge their 
batteries. Sue is pouring a fifth of whiskey into 'em now." 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

"I think," Bea said with mock solemnity, "you are trying to ride that 
stallion all wrong." She sauntered closer and Valery stared at her cuntal 
region, at the outward curl of her pussy lips, stiff as gristle, like 
pinkish flanges. Her furrow gaped from the long, diligent application around 
thick, hard cocks. 

"A two-donged man would be fantastic," Bea continued, "but this one's 
secondary dick seems to have taken root and grown inward. Too bad. Nice set 
of nuts." She bent and placed a hand on Hank's butt and gave the artificial 
dong several in-and-out thrusts. 

She felt under him, nodded to Valery. "This set is in fine shape. Big, stony 
rocks to crack and a hard, heavy mall. Let's flop the stud on his back and 
break him to saddle. You bridle his face and do your 'bit' in his mouth." 

Hank emitted an unsteady sobbing and groaning as they turned him onto his 
back, leaving the dildo implanted in his bowels. Immediately, Bea straddled 
him at the hips and squatted. Valery centered her crotch over his face and 
lowered her bottom. She used the fingers of both hands to open her 
pussy-purse and squared it away over his mouth and nose. "Suck it and eat it 
and tongue it," she ordered tersely. 

Valery bent forward and lifted Hank's rock-hard sex-stump and Bea sank her 
fanny down on it, taking him in all the way, her mound crushed against his 
hair-matted groin. 

"Ooooh, son of a bitch, that's good," she crooned, beginning to joggle and 
jiggle and rotate her cunt on his cock. "By the time we get Hank all fucked 
to a frazzle-Susan will be in for her turn in a few minutes-the others will 
be primed for another round of cunt'n cock games." 

Valery shivered with ecstasy as Hank exhaled his breath up into her vagina, 
heating and inflating it like a balloon. She ground her sex-groove on his 
face and he began licking his tongue through the hot, sticky slash. 

Bea began tossing her twat up and down on his prick and reached to palm 
Valery's hot cones. "Play with my titties, too, while he sucks your cunt and 
I fuck the juice out of his prick." 

"When we...." Valery closed her eyes, gripped hard on Bea's plump, firm 
breasts and let herself be wafted high on a rolling crest of orgasm as Hank 
slithered his tongue into her convulsing pussy. 

"When we what?" Bea panted, making her ass fly as she top-rode Hank's long 
mast in lengthy strokes. 

Ecstatic tremors crashed through Valery's loins as she leaned forward to 
press her swollen clitoris against Hank's nose. "Ooooh, Christ," she sobbed 
with intense enthrallment. "What? What? Oooooh! I was just going to say that 
when we get away from here, I'll be very happy to return to being a sweet 
secretary in a calm office. No more excitement like this for me." 

"Will you marry Glen?" Bea gasped, crushing her snatch down on Hank's hard 
prick. "I swear his cock is spearing my pussy all the way to my belly 
button. Can you see the shape of it in my belly, Val?" 

"I doubt Glen would want to marry me, if he could see us-me-now," Valery 
panted, putting a hand on Bea's heaving tummy and pressing. "Fuck up and 
down on his prick. Go ahead. Ooooh, yes, Bea, I can feel his prick sliding 
in and out of your pussy-'way inside your belly. When you come, when you 
make him come, why don't you hold his jizz in your pussy and we'll trade 
places and he can drink his own cum right out of your pussy?" 

Hank began to writhe and groan under her, the sound acting like echoes deep 
in her coiling cunt and for the First time she realized he might be in real 
misery with his hands still tied behind him and he was lying on them and his 
arms. 

"Bea," she began hesitantly, then subsided, fascinated by the contorted face 
of the beautiful redhead. She was so deep in her orgasm she was almost ugly. 
Guttural mumblings rumbled from her mouth and her lips twisted and curled. 
For a minute, her eyes were pinched shut, then she opened them wide, staring 
without seeing. The pupils dilated and the eyeballs rolled upward. She 
bounced and bounded on Hank's prick and she ground and grated her widely 
exposed crotch on his groin. 

"Oooohhh, Jesus Christ," Bea whimpered. "He's cumming-shooting me full of 
jizz. Oooohhhh! Aaarrrggghhh! Cum, you bastard! Squirt your jizz in mc and 
make your prick swell and gush. Sooonnnn of a bitch-goooood, Valery," she 
screamed, "He's really unloading his cum in my throbbing pussy." 

Weakly, jerkily, Valery took her oozy cunt from Hank's face and stood as 
Susan wandered in. "Want a drink, Val? I do. Those two other clowns are 
snugly tied and got a gut full of whiskey. I don't think we have to worry 
about their going anywhere, but we oughta check on them. Damn, I gotta get 
some sleep. You know, I took a peek at the east and I think morning is just 
over yon mountain." 

Valery assembled her clothes and tossed them neatly over the back of a 
daveno. "We take turns guarding these guys?" 

Susan considered. "I don't think that's necessary, but we can." She watched 
Bea milk as much fuck-juice as she could from Hank's cock. "I don't know 
about Bea, though. She might fuck 'em to death. Bea? You want to stand guard 
first-say four hours?" 

"Aaaahhhh, good fuckin' prick. I don't-care-if-you-want ... Come on, Hank, 
son of a bitch, up-fuck your prick into my hungry pussy." 

Valery took the drink of whiskey and water and Susan asked, "Any of them say 
anything about how you got loose?" 

"I guess we had them too busy-stunned from our ambushes and being screwed 
silly," Valery grinned. "They probably haven't thought anything, not even 
about whether I found the elevator and the tunnel and their money." 

They edged toward the stairway as Bea finally hauled her dripping cunt off 
Hank's wilting dong and hefted him onto the daveno. "Your poor arms," she 
crooned, easing him onto his side and rubbing them to restore circulation. 
"I'm holding my cunt tight with your load of jizz inside, you can suck it 
out of my pussy when you're feeling better. How's that grab you, Hank? I'll 
give you a whiskey chaser after you drink your own cream." 

"Keep a watch on all of them," Valery cautioned. "I'm showing Susan up to 
that room I found on the second floor. There are some cots in there. You 
wake me for the next watch." 

* * * 

The following evening, Valery showed Bea and Susan the elevator and they 
explored the room in which she was kept prisoner and the remainder of the 
third floor. It was Susan, standing at a boarded window and staring out into 
the nine o'clock darkness, who spotted the faraway flash of light, lights 
that seemed to be approaching. 

"Maybe the Forest Service is plowing out the road," Bea suggested hopefully. 

"At this time of night?" Valery said coldly. "It could be Hank, Phil and Jim 
have accomplices and they're coming here to find out what has delayed their 
buddies." 

For several minutes, they watched the approaching lights. Then the lights 
were gone and the girls speculated that whoever was approaching had stopped, 
out of sight of the Old Castle. 

They went down to the second floor so they could watch from an unboarded 
window of a room on the northeast corner of the house. The silent 
countryside was bathed in an eerie winter light of a moon that was thinly 
veiled by clouds. 

"I wish I had let Glen teach me how to fire his pistol," Valery whispered 
tersely. 

"What good would that do? You don't have a gun," Bea said sarcastically. 
"Look! Don't I see two guys out there?" 

"They're going to circle the house," Susan breathed rapidly. 

"Heading for the old tunnel," Valery blurted, voice rising as fright took 
root in her brain. "Come on. We'll take the elevator to the tunnel and 
surprise them or run." 

"Run where?" Bea grated. "Everyone find clubs and we'll bash their brains 
out. Stop the elevator on the first floor, I want to get the rest of that 
rope." 

Valery and Susan made a quick check of Phil's and Jim's bonds and Valery 
stuffed the roll of adhesive tape into the pocket of her Navy pea jacket. In 
the tunnel, inching along by the fragile light of the flashlight, Susan 
said, "I saw one of them go right, the other left." 

"I hope so," Valery whispered as they lurked in the darkness of the tunnel's 
mouth. "I prefer the odds of three to one. How will we do this?" 

"Shut up," Bea hissed, "I hear one of them coming." She eased ahead of Susan 
and Valery, clenching the heavy leg from an old table. 

No one had to say "there he is" because the man was not more than ten feet 
from the tunnel entrance, groping through the dim light, walking unsteadily 
in the foot-deep snow. When he paused about five feet from Susan and turned 
to look about, she crept forward and conked him on the head. He slumped with 
a grunt and the girls pounced on him, dragged him into the tunnel. 

They risked use of the flashlight and tied his hands and feet. He groaned 
and Valery fished out the tape and sealed his mouth. "Good," Bea sighed, "he 
won't be yelling and warning his bastard buddy. I'll keep watch and you two 
drag him back to the elevator-or at least around the corner of the tunnel." 

When Susan and Bea returned from depositing the man at the elevator, Bea had 
bopped the second man and had his hand tied. 'I hit him better than the 
other one, but shut his mouth good, Val." 

They took the two men who were regaining consciousness to the room on the 
second floor where Valery had found the money and where she and Susan and 
Bea had taken turns sleeping. 

"What do we do now?" Susan grumbled, making a wide-eyed face at the two men 
who stared with wild, round eyes and mumbled behind the tape. 

"Shut up," Bea snapped at them, "or we'll stuff pussies in your mouths." 

"Do you suppose there are any more of them?" Susan fretted. 

Valery shrugged, "I'll go watch." As she turned, Bea and Susan began 
loosening the two men's clothes. "What are you two doing?" 

"We're gonna strip 'em and hide their clothes-just like the other three," 
Susan said. "And we may as well treat our guests nice. Besides, Hank and 
Phil and Jim are all wrung out and will be for hours." 

Valery grinned at them and lingered long enough to watch the disrobing of 
the first man. Susan removed his clothes while Bea hovered over him with her 
club. 

Standing at the big window in the main room, in darkness near the entry from 
the foyer, she wondered what the two men had thought about seeing the van 
and Hank's car. She wished, now, they had left her car back there in the 
trees and had skied out to the main road-or until they found help. They 
could have taken the money, or left it where it was and told the authorities 
how to find out. Or, she could have come back and showed them where she had 
hidden it in the snow under a tree. 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

When they retied the two men, their arms were stretched above their heads 
and secured to an under-pinning of the cots. They lashed their ankles to the 
lower legs so their legs were slightly spread-eagled. 

Then Bea and Susan stepped back, grinning with satisfaction. "If there's any 
booze left in that bottle, let's have a drink and decide whether to split 
their scrotums and run their dinks through them," Bea smirked. Susan made 
the drinks and opened a window for two packed wads of snow from the roof. 

They laughed when the two men writhed and groaned on the cots. "I never saw 
so many naked men in all my life," Susan chuckled. "If they keep coming 
around here, we'll have the whole damned house packed with studs." 

"I never heard of a male harem," Bea murmured, sipping her drink. "Boy, when 
this is all over, you'll have a story to write that will really sell." 

"Uuummm," Susan frowned. "I haven't had time to think about it. Should I 
include every detail? Bet Val would kill me if I wrote about her sexcapade 
and escape." 

"Which one do you want, Sue?" Bea asked casually, standing Over the two nude 
men and looking from one limp pecker to the other. 

"Take your pick, Bea, you conked 'em," Susan said, just as matter-of-factly. 
"I don't think it matters. They're both hung about the same." 

"You don't sound very enthusiastic," Bea murmured, a finger doodling with 
one's genitals. 

"I'm not," Susan sniffed, "neither one impresses me much-not favorably, any 
way. I think both were standing behind doors when cocks were passed out and 
they thought someone asked them if they wanted rocks-and neither did." 

"Oh, come on, Susan," Bea pouted chidingly, "they have pretty nice rocks." 
She hefted one man's balls in a hand and rolled them back and forth. "And 
you can't tell what kind of bats they wield 'til they step up to the plate." 

"I bet both of them hit little pop flies, or ground out," Susan said 
aloofly, stepping closer to watch Bea palm the guy's soft peter and try to 
jack him off. "No lead in his fungo," she nodded. 

Bea perched on the edge of the cot and rolled his peter between her 
flattened hands as if it were a stick and she were trying to start a fire, 
Boy Scout fashion. She intensified her efforts when there was a twitching in 
his meat. "Ah ha, it has a nerve in there someplace." She glanced quickly at 
his face-and dropped his peter back atop his sagging balls, between his 
legs. "Oh, stop rolling your goddamned eyes at me," she snapped. "Susan, 
where's that tape? I can't stand this guy's big blues staring at me." 

And they taped covers over the eyes of both. Then Bea returned to minister 
to the man's genitals, squeezing his balls hard and jerking off his peter 
until his body lurched on the cot. "Get hard-come on, Stud-let me see some 
life in your twang." 

She paused a moment to watch Susan squat at the side of the other man's cot 
and begin tickling and teasing his cock and balls. Each time she scratched a 
fingernail from the glans to the base, his hose moved in a slight rippling 
of nerve and muscle. 

"Your stallion is going to be ready to ride before mine is," Bea speculated. 
When Susan stood, Bea scowled, "What did you stop for? You had him coming 
out." 

But when Susan began undressing, Bea nodded, "Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah." And she 
began removing her clothes. By the time she was down to skinning out of her 
panties, Susan was back with her guy and Bea parked her bare butt on the cot 
against the man's thigh and watched.. 

The man's ass hunched as Susan rolled the foreskin down over the conical 
knob and held it with thumb and index finger. There was a muffled squall in 
his throat behind the gag as she began twirling his dong in a rotary motion. 
His balls quickly rolled high in their sac and there was a perceptible 
twitching and thickening. 

"Go, Babe," Bea marveled as peter stretched and fattened. "You're getting 
him ready, all right. 

Gonna fuck him? Or suck him?" 

"Tend to your own darning needle, Honey," Susan chirped as she shifted her 
hand to the barrel of his peter and began flogging it as it quickly assumed 
standard rigid proportions. 

"By God, he's gonna be fuckable first," Bea sighed noisily, "unless I find a 
way to get some starch in this guy's knee." She slid her butt around on the 
edge of the cot and bent over his exposed crotch. She smoothed down the 
coarse hair that carpeted his groin and grew profusely around the root of 
his meaty stump. "Well, guy, you just gotta cooperate. My friend is going to 
be popping her jollies before I ever get your gun loaded. Hold on to your 
asshole." 

She stole a glance at the giggling Susan and frowned with mock disdain as 
Susan held her guy's full-blown hard-on in both hands. "Shit, ride it, 
silly. Don't wait for mc and this slow plow horse." 

Bea waited only until Susan climbed onto the cot astraddle the man and-back 
to his head and facing Bea-slowly lowered her rear end to suckle his cock 
into her gaping cunt. 

"Okay, go ahead and fuck him," Bea sulked. "I'll get this guy ready to break 
to saddle sometime." And she bent over him, blew her breath caressingly 
across the fully exposed knob. "Um, this guy uses bubble bath or a woman's 
scented soap. Yummy!" 

And she held his peter firmly, opened her mouth and tongued the head into a 
check. The guy's ass bucked and Bea gnawed on the knob. "Shu' up," she 
growled just before she pushed her face closer to him so she could swallow 
his limber pecker. A hand diddled with his balls and she forced the tip of a 
finger into his clenched asshole. There was a fluttering in his prick as she 
gouged her finger all the way in to her fist. He began to harden in her 
mouth and the knob began exploring into her gullet. She began making a 
gurgling, gargling sound to set her swallow muscles in action and the guy 
hunched his ass and drove a couple of inches of his fully responsive prick 
into her face. That's it, she gloated, reveling in the sensation of a man's 
prick growing hard and fat and long in her mouth and throat. Scared as they 
are, she mused, she could probably give him a blow-job for hours before his 
sperm pump would get busy and churn his cream into her mouth. 

Slowly, finger lodged in his bowels and his balls lolling in the hand 
scooped into his crack, she began fucking her mouth up and down on his 
quivering shaft. On an upstroke to savor the head of his prick, she could 
hear Susan riding up and down on the other man's piston. She didn't have to 
look. The room seemed filled with Susan's squeaking plaintive voice and the 
squish, squish, squish of a big cock sliding in and out of her tight little 
pussy. 

Bea sucked hard on the slit in the tip of the man's cock and his middle 
bucked and lurched. Muscles tremored down through his legs and worked in a 
frenzy around the finger imbedded in his rectum. She was in no hurry. She 
relished the salty, hot flavor of a man's cock and the feel of the 
blood-veined sex-morsel in her mouth, sliding over the arch of her tongue 
and into her throat. She mouth-fucked him slowly, licking her tongue with 
tantalizing slowness over the quivering glans on each up stroke, savoring 
the slight oozing of sticky honey from the tiny slot. 

"I'm cumming!" Susan screeched suddenly, flying her body up and down on the 
man's mast like a crazy flag. The cot creaked and complained as she bounced 
her ass furiously, slapping the cheeks of her butt against the guy's groin 
bone and belly. "He's getting about ready to blast his candle in me," she 
howled, letting her ass fly faster and faster. 

"Wanna switch over and fuck this guy and let me suck the jizz out of his 
cock?" Bea-mumbled. But Susan shook her head negatively, eyes closed as she 
braced her stiff arms with her hands on his knees and up and down fucked her 
body, setting her bare boobies to bobbing and dancing. 

"Nooooo way," she whimpered. "I'm getting it now. He's jizzing my hot pussy 
and no way am I gonna take my pussy off this shooting Roman candle. Goddamn, 
you oughta see the dazzling cum lights in my brain. Keep pumping your jizz 
in me and I'll keep fucking you," Susan exhorted the man who was trembling 
and bucking under her bouncing butt. 

Bea gasped and nearly gagged as the guy, unsuspectedly, unleashed a massive 
flood of jizz into her throat just as she had taken in all of his cock, the 
full length socked away in her throat. To goad him to maximum endeavor, she 
twiddled his balls and fucked her finger in and out of his roiling asshole. 

She gurgled and guzzled his cum, sucking on his massive prick as if it were 
a giant straw and she was intent on getting every last drop of her vanilla 
milk shake. Dazedly, she was aware of Susan dismounting from her stud and 
stumbling across the room to fix them a couple of drinks. 

"When you drain his tank," Susan laughed shakily, "let's have a drink and 
trade partners." 

* * * 

Silently, Valery took the flashlight and cautiously checked Phil and Jim and 
returned to Hank. "Valery," he whispered hoarsely, "you got the money hidden 
somewhere. Why don't you untie me and get my clothes and let's skip with 
it?" 

"Why should I share it with you?" she sniffed with contempt. "I already have 
it all." She brought a bottle of whiskey and a glass of water and sat beside 
him. She took a drink from the bottle and a sip of water. Then she raised 
his head and gave him gulp of liquor and some water. "We caught a couple of 
your buddies," she said softly, risking a flick of the flashlight in his 
face. 

"You what?" he muttered. "Whose buddies? We don't have any buddies in this. 
What are you talking about? Phil and Jim are the only other ones in that 
little airline ransom gig." 

Valery turned off the light and shivered with apprehenshion in the dark. If 
he's telling the truth, he fretted, just who did they have upstairs that Bea 
and Susan were working over-fucking and sucking into masses of quivering 
flesh and bones? 

"These ropes are killing me," Hank groaned. "Probably the other guys, too." 

"I don't care," Valery said aloofly. "I don't care if your arms and legs and 
cocks fall off-after the way you threw me in that room 'way upstairs and 
what you did to me. Not just here. In Seattle, too." 

Hank groaned as she moved silently away from him in the dark to resume her 
vigil at the side of the window. A feeling of forlornness swept through her. 
There was no pleasure in having her hunch about where the three men who had 
raped them and defrauded the airline had gone. There should be a feeling of 
elation about having found the money and the three girls had outwitted the 
criminals. But her thoughts were of the dismal variety. She liked sex-but 
she didn't want to rape and fuck these men anymore. It was okay, if that was 
what Susan and Beatrice wanted-but she just didn't have the appetite for it, 
not anymore. 

"Oh, Glen," she sighed softly as she squinted into the silvery night and the 
silence. "Why," she fretted, "hadn't I stayed in Seattle and married that 
gink like he's been after me to do? When I tell him about all of this-he 
won't want me as a wife anymore," she cried softly, brushing away the hot 
tears with the sleeve of the pea jacket. 

Slowly, a fearful dread of the place crept over her and she was burdened 
with a consuming need to get away, far away. She could get her skis from 
where they had hidden them and tell Bea and Susan she was going "out" and 
get help. There was no doubt the two girls could keep things under control. 

"If I leave right away-it's only ten o'clock-I could surely find someone, a 
car or a truck or a house by morning," she mused. "Twenty miles, I think, to 
a main road. I ski pretty fast and there's plenty of snow and I can make 
good time on the roads." 

"Why don't you, Val?" 

She turned suddenly, alarmed, to find Susan behind her. "Bea and I are both 
tired of this damned vacation and want to go home." 

Susan helped Valery onto her skis and handed her the flashlight. "You can 
use this for a signal if you see or hear a car. I'll tell Bea you left." 

 CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

At first, she considered swinging in a circle to avoid the vehicle that had 
brought the two men, upstairs, but curiosity overruled her timidity and 
fright. Too, in the frail moonlight, she found the going easy about forty 
feet parallel to the road. 

The soft "schlee" sound of the skis on the fresh, unbroken snow buoyed her 
spirits and she was confident she could elude and outdistance anyone she 
encountered on foot. On a little rise between two whispering pines, she 
stopped to study the dark hulk of a vehicle, much like the one she had seen 
the Forest ranger driving. 

She watched it for several minutes and it was dark and deserted. Warily, she 
skied closer, on the alert for the dull coal of a cigarette or dashlight. 
There, simply, was nothing. At ten feet from the right front fender, she 
flashed her light on the snow and saw the scuffed footprints where one man 
had gotten out and crossed in front of the four-wheel drive Travel-all. They 
were joined in front of the vehicle by another set. And that was it-all the 
signs of humans around the rig. She didn't know whether she was disappointed 
or not. She poled herself past the vehicle and into the road, between the 
deep ruts in the snow. The air she created whispered past her cheeks and 
filled her with a sense of exhilaration. The chill of the air was crisp and 
keen. Her heart pumped a warm tingling through her, body, from the tips of 
her fingers to the tips of her toes. Only the tip of her nose was anything 
like cold. 

Soon, she thought, she'd be abreast of the abandoned travel trailer and she 
decided to stop and pocket whatever she could find to eat-candy bars, 
raisins, dried peaches, apricots and pears and prunes. And there should be 
some saltines and small tins of sardines and smoked oysters and anchovies. 
"Ugh," she panted as she poled hard to glide up and over the crest of the 
road. 

And there was the trailer fifty yards ahead and to her left, dark and 
pitiful and deserted. She hopped the skis across one wheel rut and angled 
toward the trailer. If she had continued another fifty feet, she would have 
kept going because the vehicle had stopped and a man had gotten out and she 
would have seen his tracks stomping toward the trailer. Those tracks circled 
the front of the trailer and the man who had made them kept close to the 
trailer and she didn't see them at all. 

She didn't notice that the man had paused beside the door to listen, then 
opened the door and had stepped inside. Valery squatted on the skis and 
freed the bindings in front of the door. She opened the door and stepped 
nimbly inside. "Bill? Joe?" 

Valery emitted a gurgling squall of fright and turned to flee, making a long 
jump into the snow. There was no time to stop the skis and she hurtled her 
body through the knee-deep snow. She was borne to the ground-the snow-from 
behind, a heavy body crushing her in a necktie tackle, very much like a 
fragile quarterback being ground under by a Mean Joe Greene. 

She was flopped over roughly. "You're one of them," she gasped, snow massed 
on her face, blotting her vision. "You're one of those two men who came in 
that big vehicle. You're with them." 

"Yeah.. You damned right," the man atop her snarled, his fist drawn back 
beside his right ear. Then his fist unknotted and his fingers were gentle as 
he crumbled the snow away from her eyes and nose and mouth, out of her ears. 
"Jesus Christ. Thank God. What has been going on?" And she was lifted to her 
feet and supported on trembling legs. 

And Valery was staring into the haggard face of Glen Dane. Relief flooded 
through her and she was about to throw her arms about his neck. The relief 
was replaced by fear and contempt. "You're with them. Oh, yes, I can see how 
that could be. You were in on it all the time. You-you-bastard, Glen Dane. 
In cahoots with those rapist-hijackers. And then you come in here with their 
other two buddies." 

Sobs of anger, frustration and disappointment throbbed through her and she 
started to wilt in a faint. Only numbly was she aware of being caught, 
hefted into a pair of strong arms and being carried into the trailer. She 
writhed and kicked at him as he released her on the bed in the rear of the 
trailer. 

"You fuckin' son of a bitch," she snarled at him, even as he lit a butane 
light and the fire under the coffee pot. She bared her teeth at him and 
accepted the whiskey he had poured into a cup. 

"Where are the two men who came in the rig . p the road with me?" Glen 
prodded, a sneer on his lips, a hard glint in his eyes. 

"I won't tell you, you crook," she replied surlily. "Bea and Susan have them 
under wraps." 

"Bea. And Sue," Glen said. "Are they okay?" 

"What the hell do you care. Yes, they're fine and we're going to see to it 
that you and your five friends are put where you belong." 

"Where's that?" Glen prompted. 

"In prison," Valery pouted, slapping at his hand as he unbuttoned the pea 
jacket. 

"You found that the hijackers actually came here?" 

She nodded, holding the cup for him to add some more whiskey and some 
steaming coffee. Then he fixed himself a similar drink. "Then you and their 
other two conspirators showed up. But Susan and Bea and I are going to see 
that all five of you go to jail." 

She scowled at him as he began laughing harshly, reached into the holster 
between his hips and drew out his snub-nosed revolver. "Well, we'll see. But 
before you start getting all of us in jail, let me pose something." 

"We won't take a bribe from you thieves," Valery sniffed. "Besides, I have 
it all. Hidden." 

"You'll tell me where it is," he frowned. "Now, if those two men who came 
with me were the CIA, I might agree they belong in prison, but ... By the 
way, where did you hide the money?" 

She glared at him, shook her head. 

"Oh, you'll tell me, Beautiful," he smirked. "You'll tell me. Now about 
those two. If they were CIA-off to jail for them, maybe. But they aren't 
with the CIA-the FBI." , Valery, in disgust and disbelief, sensed her jaw 
sagging. Her eyes narrowed and flashed as his "gangster" expression turned 
whimsical. "If," she asked suspiciously, "you aren't mixed up with them, how 
did you know where to come?" 

She snapped at the finger he waggled before her face. "Remember all our 
theories before you and the girls left Seattle on your foolhardy vacation? 
Well, I just kept adding to the little puzzle. 

"THEN-I got your letter and I finally persuaded the FBI that you had some 
very solid suspicions worth investigating. And your letter provided all the 
information needed to locate this area." 

She folded her arms across her heaving breasts huffily as he put his arms 
around her. "Where arc Bill and Joe?" Glen asked softly, caressing and 
smoothing her hair, kissing her cheek, puffing his breath into her ear. 
"Where's the money hidden?" 

Valery struggled in his arms, tried to bite the lips that were nuzzling 
along her throat, upward toward a kiss. "So! You are with them and they're 
crooks and not the FBI! I'm not going to tell you one damned thing!" 

His laughter infuriated her even more when she couldn't get her arms free 
and her resistance was futile. "You-you rat. I suppose you're going to rape 
me just like those three robbers did." 

His laughter mellowed into a deep, low chuckle. "I may do that-'less you put 
out willingly. And if you do, I promise to be nice and gentle with you and 
if your cookie jar is as sweet as I remember, I may buy it out-marry 
you-when we get all of this squared away." 

"I don't believe anything you say," Valery growled, snuggling her body 
deeper into his embrace. "Just the same old cunt-hungry private dick." She 
sat passive on the bed as he removed her boots and rolled her socks off. She 
held her arms out before her as he stripped her to the waist. An arm curled 
behind his head as he leaned to her and gently kissed her titties, teasing 
each nipple with the tip of his tongue until they bloomed to dark, tumescent 
points. 

"Oooooh, Jesus, you bastard," she sighed raggedly. "You are so good at 
tittie-play, I'd almost agree to tell you where the money is and would run 
off with you and let you help me spend it." 

She arched her back to stuff more of a sweet, firm cone into his mouth. 
"Well, let's go get it and get gone," he mumbled around her torrid, taut 
tittie-tip. 

"Woweeeee, I'd like to," she moaned, finding one of his hands and guiding it 
to her crotch. "Dam, you start nice fun-funs and I still have the most 
funnest playground covered up." She let him lay her back on the bed and 
remove her ski pants and skivvies. "We can't, Glen," she sighed as he 
planted a wet kiss on the belly button and tickled it with his tongue. 
"Whatever, part of that money belongs to Bea and Susan-or they have a say in 
whatever happens to it." She drew a deep breath and emitted shrill squeal of 
delight as he lowered his face between her legs and took a noisy 
gobble-gobble of her pussy-trench. "Ooohhh-Aaaaaah, I'm ready. Get your 
clothes off and give me a tender fucking. Then, I think we should go take 
care of those two FBI fellows-Bill and Joe." 

Her feet kicked wildly and her legs parted wide as he plowed his tongue down 
through her furrow to dip deep into her fuck-cove. "Why should we hurry?" 
Glen asked dreamily. "Are they in danger?" 

"They are past being in danger," Valery giggled, "Bea and Susan are holding 
them-as well as the three robbers captive-captive and have them all tied up 
naked. We really should rescue them." 

"Fuck 'em," Glen muttered, keeping his mouth buried in Valery's pussy as he 
clumsily removed his clothes. 

"That's what's happening to them," Valery said, tone soft and ecstatic as 
she gently curved her pussy up to his questing mouth. "Bea and Susan only 
have Five men there-frazzled men. And they could kill them. I really believe 
they could take on a company of soldiers and screw them into ding-dong 
retreat." 

"In the morning," Glen said, climbing on her, wedging his body between her 
waiting and willing thighs. "I love you, Hon. Will you marry me?" 

She guided the head of his cock into her hot, slick channel. She swallowed 
hard as excruciatingly beautiful pleasure danced through her pelvis, 
igniting a fire in her loins. "In deep. Ram it in me deep and bounce your 
balls on my butt," she prayed. "God! That's it! Fuck your cock in me deep. I 
won't marry you 'til you buy your own car. 

Valery wriggled under him, striving to get more and more of his cock as he 
pried it into her vacillating vagina. She shifted slightly onto her left 
side and raised right leg, hooking the knee high above his hunching, 
rotating butt. "Good, Glen. Work it in deep. Jesus, how I've missed your 
fucking me." 

"Shut up and up-fuck your pussy and help me," he growled, scooping his hands 
to cup the sloping loaves of her ass. "Arch your pussy up a little more and 
I'll sock all of it into you." 

Valery mustered her strength as lightning-like flashes flickered through 
her, setting off dazzling fireworks behind her closed eyelids. 

"Oooohhhh, God," she crooned, fucking her snatch to meet his plundering 
prick two-to-one. "Hurry up! Fuck me fast, I'm gonna cum, Glen! Help me, 
pleeeassseee! Fuck me fast. Drive your prick in me. Ooohhh, great God, I'm 
cumming hard and hot. Now, now, now-don't juice and jizz me yet. Let me have 
my jollies, Honey. Oooohhhh-Aaaggghhh, don't ever stop fucking it to me." 

She laid her hands on his bare shoulders, dug in her nails as he hunched it 
into her so hard he rolled her back on her shoulders. Her feet bobbed in the 
air as he took full control and smashed his prick into her in long, spearing 
strokes. The duH plop-plop of his heavy balls bouncing against her bulging 
asshole was like a dull drumbeat that echoed erotically in her ears. 

He missed a stroke and his prick nearly slid out of her cunt, but her hot 
gash funneled the throbbing head back into her cove. "Carrreee-fffullll, 
don't miss. Fuck it to me." 

He began bucking erratically, bouncing and bouncing between her creamy 
thighs, rapidly approaching his own ecstatic eruption. On the stroke he 
would have buried the knob of his cock to the balls in her and began spewing 
semen, he missed again and the bulb of his prick slid out and skewered 
downward to be caught the back entry and he plunged his nine inches of 
masterful prick up her asshole. 

"Aaaggghhh-aaaaiieeee," Valery squalled with surprise at the sudden 
impalement. But when Glen started to retrieve the errant cast of his cock, 
she locked her ankles around the small of his back and she up-hunched her 
bottom. "Never mind," she cooed, "keep fucking. I like it. Go, Glen, go and 
cuuummmm. Cornhole me fast and plunge your marvelous prick into my hot 
little rectum. Do you like my snug little butt hole gripping your big 
prick?" 

There was a sensation of flying to pieces as he pummeled his prick to the 
nuts in her bowels and began pumping her full of jizz. Her squalls and 
squeals were shrill and wild, at last ebbing into pleasurable moans and 
groans. 

A little later, with his prick throbbing and soaking in her spasming rectum, 
his groin pressed against her pussy and rubbing her clit, she kissed his 
sweaty cheek. "When you finish draining your jizz in my butt, let's have a 
drink-and I'll give you a blow-job-and suck the rest of the energy out of 
your cock." 

 CHAPTER SIXTEEN 

The next morning when Valery and Glen-she on skis, he trudging beside her in 
the snow-started back toward the Old Castle, the sky offered a study of 
contradictions. In the east, it was clear, paint-brushed rosy and golden; in 
the west, it was hung with a steel-grey ominous curtain of solid cloud 
promising more foul weather. 

"I hope we're not too late," Valery laughed, poling easily over the snow 
crust. 

"Too late for what?" Glen panted. "For breakfast?" 

"No, Silly, to rescue your Fuzz-Brained Imbeciles from the lusts of Bea and 
Susan," Valery scoffed. 

They stopped at the vehicle Glen and the two government men had arrived in 
and she pushed her skis and poles inside and they drove it to the old house. 
"We can get some breakfast at the mobile home," Valery said. "It's 
well-stocked with food and booze-as if one of them are all had planned to 
return eventually." 

"Probably after they washed the money somewhere," Glen muttered, parking 
behind the van. After stomping snow from their boots, they trudged inside. 
The naked Hank was passed out, still tied fast to the daveno in the main 
room. Silently, they inspected the other two robbery suspects who were 
asleep, reeking of liquor. 

"I guess," Valery whispered, "the girls have given them some breakfast and 
'sedated' them again. Let's go upstairs." 

"Where's the money hidden?" Glen whispered harshly. 

Valery turned glaring eyes on him. "Just you forget the money 'til I'm ready 
to fish it out." They took the stairs to the second floor, hearing a murmur 
of feminine voices as they neared the top. 

They strode boldly into the second-floor room and stood just inside for a 
minute, watching the nude Susan and Bea holding up the heads of the two most 
recent captives for them to sip through straws that had been pushed through 
the tape that had been raised slightly at the corners of their mouths. 

"Look who I ran into and brought back," Valery called from inside the door. 

"These bastards," Bea swore, "we were going to take off the tape, but one of 
them started cursing and yelling at us-and I bopped him with my boot." 

"Glen!" Susan shrieked, her hands making a fluttery motion to conceal her 
bobbing breasts and her hair-thatched pussy region. "Where did you come 
from?" 

"Yeeeaaaahhh?" Bea smiled slowly, eyes gleaming. Then she held the glass 
from the man to drink the glass empty. "Just a sec. Sue and I want these two 
clowns drunk as hell so we can get some sleep." 

Glen strolled across the room and peered into the dazed eyes of the two men. 
"Morning, Bill," he said to the man Bea was ministering to. "Hi, Joe," he 
nodded to the one Susan was forcing to drink by twisting and yanking his 
over-worked genitals when he balked. 

Their unblinking eyes were stunned and pleading. "I believe you two men are 
drunk as hoot owls. Shame on you." 

For a moment their eyes bore a harsh, bitter glaring, but this faded and was 
replaced by an expression of astonishment, bewilderment and foolishness. 

"Where are their clothes?" Glen asked, putting his hands on Bea's and 
Susan's shoulders. 

"Piled on the floor in that closet," Susan nodded, filling the glass again 
with gin and orange juice for Joe. He returned with their clothes and 
dropped them at their feet. He started to untie Joe's hands and Susan kicked 
him in the rump with a bare foot, sprawling him across the helpless man. 

"Keep your hands off these characters," Bea snarled, lifting the table leg 
in a menacing manner. "They came snooping around here and we took them 
out-or in." 

Glen righted himself and warily went through their pockets. Without a word, 
he showed them FBI credentials. As the girls gasped with dismay, he roughly 
ripped the tape from their mouths. 

"Wait 'til Kelly in Washington hears about this," Glen said mockingly. 

"Shut up and untie us," Bill finally got his vocal cords working. "And he 
better not hear about it, or we'll probably draw assignments making Butte, 
Montana, look like the poshness of Miami Beach." 

"They took you, huh? And fucked you silly. What will your girl friends say?" 
he continued taunting the two FBI men as they sat On the edge of the cots 
oblivious to their nudity, rubbing life and circulation back into arms and 
ankles. 

"Shut your goddamned mouth, Glen Dane," Joe cursed him. "I bet my boots 
won't go on my feet. And-Oh, shit, I'm drunk." 

"What can we say?" Susan asked, tone wretched and subdued and apologetic. 

"You might say 'excuse us' and get your clothes on," Valery suggested, 
rinsing out a couple of. glasses, bringing them with scoops of snow from the 
roof and fixing drinks for Glen and herself. 

"Where'd you get the snowball-ice cube?" Glen puzzled. 

"There's a little roof flare about two feet wide at each floor," Valery 
said, fishing in his shirt pocket for a pack of cigarettes. 

"The girls caught our ransom-hijack suspects," Glen said casually to the two 
men who were grunting and groaning and trying to get their boots on. "Valery 
here found the money and has it hidden." 

"Where?" Bill moaned, walking woodenly around the room. 

"Not 'til you men get my car unstuck and dragged out of the woods and we 
know we're going to get out of here and away from this nightmare vacation," 
she said huffily. 

"We'll use the Forest Service radio in that rig and tell 'em to run a 
snowplow in here as fast as they can," Bill said. "And, really, criminals or 
not, I think those guys deserve protection from these damned sex-fiends." He 
grimaced and held his hands over his crotch. "My poor peter has been fucked 
to a ribbon and sucked and chewed on. Ooohhh, Christ, it feels raw as 
liver." 

The snowplow waded through about two o'clock and Valery's station wagon was 
brought back to the old house. Bea and Susan insisted the van be searched 
and all the film be systematically exposed. The two FBI men, after 
"rescuing" Hank and Jim and Phil, handcuffed them, shackled their ankles and 
left them chained on a daveno in the main room. Then they made a search of 
the van, the Old Castle and the mobile home. 

Valery took Glen aside and they rode the elevator down to the tunnel and out 
to the tree where they dug out the suitcases containing the money. Bill 
German, in charge of the detail, gave her a receipt for it and tossed it in 
the government vehicle. 

They decided to secure the three suspects in the back of the van and Joe 
would drive it out, followed by Bill in the Travel-All. Glen would drive the 
station wagon with Valery and the girls. 

But Susan said shyly she wanted to accompany Joe and Bea was adamant about 
riding with Bill. "We owe them a lot," the two smirked, "and we intend to 
pay off." 

"Ooohhh, no," Bill grimaced, helping Bea into the front seat beside him. 
"We'll stay in Salem tonight," he said, "and check in with our superiors." 
To Glen he said, "I guess you can keep up, towing the gals' trailer?" 

Glen nodded and joined Valery in the wagon. 

* * * 

Hank and Phil and Jim were booked into a Salem jail and Bill and Joe started 
extradition proceedings. And Joe Grier was dispatched to reserve motel 
quarters. "Too bad," Bea mused as they registered, "that three of these 
lovely units won't be used." 

After hot baths and changing into fresh clothes, they went to dinner. "What 
happens now?" Valery wondered. 

"We'll have a nice party later at the motel," Bill German smiled. 

"Not that," Valery snapped. 

"When it is all settled, there will be a substantial reward, Valery," Joe 
said. "I'm sure Glen will be well compensated for putting the pieces 
together and leading us to the scene, too." 

Valery took Glen's left hand. "I hope there will be enough for him to buy 
his own car and he will stop wearing out mine," she sniffed. 

"There will be a trial-in Seattle, if the three guys are extradited, here if 
they are not," Bill said thoughtfully, ordering another bottle of wine. 

"And we'll have to appear," Susan said, a gloomy expression clouding her 
eyes. 

"You will be shielded," Joe reassured her, heavy with implication. "All the 
government will allow to be brought out are the pertinent facts." 

"We have enough without any of your testimony to convict them," Bill said, 
"but we'll lay it on them hard-and the public eats up beautiful heroines." 

Valery coughed and scowled. "You have an insidious use of words. 'Lay' and 
'hard' and 'eat'." 

And the men reddened, laughed. "We found a lot of stuff in that van of 
theirs. Say, why don't we get back to the motel and have a private party?" 
Bill winked at Bea and her eyes narrowed. 

"I think I'd just as soon sleep," Valery frowned. 

 CHAPTER SEVENTEEN 

Valery was peeved. All the way back to the motel, she sulked and cowered 
away from Glen as he attempted to put his arm across her shoulders. Maybe it 
was exhaustion and relief after the tension of the past few days, she 
thought grumpily, but she didn't want to party. She didn't want to have a 
few drinks-to celebrate. She didn't want any romance. She wanted to go to 
bed and sleep and go home first thing in the morning. 

As soon as Bill parked the government station wagon at the motel, she got 
out and trudged doggedly through the gloomy rain, up the stairs and into the 
unit assigned to her. Irritably, she undressed in the bathroom, stripping to 
bra and panties. And her grouchiness increased when Glen didn't follow her 
in to remonstrate with her. She didn't want him around, but it teed her off 
to have him do exactly what she wanted him to-leave her alone. 

With the dim light glowing on the stand at the head of the bed, she 
stretched out on her back on the chenille spread. By straining her ears, she 
thought she could hear voices and movement in the motel quarters on both 
sides. "So let them have their party without me," she pouted, crossing her 
arms under the opulent breasts in the half-cup halter. 

Her sulking produced a bitterness in her-and she wasn't sleepy. Maybe, she 
tried to be objective, looking down between her breast fruits and tucking 
wisps of pubic hair into the legs of her panties, she wanted to be humored? 
"Crap," she grunted disgustedly. "Maybe it's just the letdown after all of 
that," she grumbled. "But I think I deserve better than being ignored like 
this. I went through hell at the hands of those three bastards-raped and 
screwed and forced to suck that guyV salty cock and getting my butt 
cornholed. And I found the money and Kid it in a safe place. Wasn't I 
honest? I could have left it hidden and sneaked back to let it later and who 
would know?" 

She writhed and squirmed on the bed. No, she admitted silently, she wasn't 
going to sleep. Yes, she wasn't that tired. Vaguely, she heard a couple of 
doors slam along the broad catwalk. "They're getting together to whoop it 
up." She scowled and winced from a sudden ache of shivery-like pain that 
lanced into her loins. "Three men and two gals," she muttered. 

Her eyes stared, unblinking, at the ceiling. And a hot jealousy flashed in 
her brain. Bea's and Susan's incredible energy astonished her. Her eyes 
narrowed. The odds of three to two put the men at a considerable 
disadvantage. Bea or Susan could wipe out all of them with their insatiable 
pussies and cock-loving mouths. 

Valery tossed and turned on top of the bed as a fever-like heat washed 
through her-like an explosion in her vagina with the waves rippling upward 
through her tummy and into her hot, hard cones with the tumescent tips. 

"Bitches," she hissed, her mind's eye seeing Glen naked and Susan and Bea 
all over him, offering him their cunts and paying homage to his magnificent 
hard cock with their luscious red lips and deep throats. She straightened 
out her legs and mashed them together. She stared downward over her convex 
tummy bowl at the prominent love mound and the upper corner of her cunny 
smile, accented by the tight mesh of her panties. 

"Wonder if they've gotten around to the bare facts of the party yet?" She 
scowled. "Probably. It won't take Bea and Susan all night to get their 
clothes off. It wouldn't surprise me if they didn't go already naked, just 
wearing a long coat or a robe or something." 

Wrinkles between her eyes deepened as she heard the clear, musical laughter 
and squeals of female voices. "Something very funny to Bea and Susan," she 
growled, wincing again at the sharp contraction in her sex-cove. Fingers 
felt tentatively and the double-ply crotch of her skivvies was hot and 
sticky. 

"Oooohhh, Christ," she panted softly, extending her arms above her head, 
trembling with sensual pinings as her titties lifted and the muscles 
tightened deliciously in her belly. 

Laughter and the buzz of conversation was distinct now in the adjoining 
unit-the one Glen occupied. "As long as they're talking," Valery pouted, "no 
one is screwing and no one is getting his pricked sucked." 

Her heightening sexual agitation further darkened Valery's mood and 
increased the bitchiness of her disposition. "The least they could do is 
look in and offer me a drink," she grumbled. She flopped onto her tummy, 
scissored her legs upward to raise her rump in the air, arched and 
ready-except for the panties she wore. There was a heavy, warm swirling in 
her head. "Ready for it," she moaned. "Defenseless. Ready for someone to 
mount me and drill it to me-up the pussy or cornholed deep in my fanny 
hole." 

She gritted her teeth and crawled forward so she could lay her face against 
the wall above the headboard of the bed, place her ear firmly. 

"Ooohhh, you crazy bastards!" 

Nerves tingled all through Valery as she distinctly recognized Bea's sharp 
voice. "I bet they're all naked now and ready for plowing pricks and 
plundering pussies." 

Resolutely, she crawled off the bed and found the mid-thigh robe in a 
suitcase. The convulsions in her loins made her legs weak and trembly. 

Cautiously, she turned off the light and opened the door. The rain was still 
pelting hard and gusts of wind lashed it onto the exposed catwalk. Farther 
along, outside lights were on, but it was dark along this portion of the 
redwood walk. Hugging the building, she inched toward Glen's unit, hesitated 
outside the door to listen. 

"Oh, you sons of bitches," she heard Bea squall. But she couldn't divine 
whether she was angry or amused. Valery tried the knob and it turned 
silently, smoothly. The light near the bed was on, she noticed as she pushed 
the door inward about six inches. On the bed, she could see hands waving 
wildly in the air. And sounds of sighing and moaning and groaning were 
prominent in the room. 

Suddenly, her arm was grabbed and she was yanked into the room, the door 
slammed behind her. A black dizziness consumed her mind. She thought she was 
going crazy. "Oooh, they escaped," she tried to seream. 

It was just like Halloween night. Valery nearly swooned as her wide eyes 
swept the scene and she stared numbly at the Warlock who held her right arm. 

There was Bea in the middle of the bed, catching hell from the Devil as he 
pitched his single-tined fork up her snatch. And Susan was emitting warbles 
of passion as the Skeleton buried his bone in her little rose bed. She 
inhaled deeply, trying not to faint, and her nostrils were assailed with the 
warm, musky aroma of hard prick boiling in hot pussy. 

She stole a glance at the Warlock and flinched under the glitter of dark 
eyes behind the hood. 

"Aaaiiieec," Bea shrieked and Valery's eyes were drawn back to the bed. The 
Devil's pants were down around his ankles and his bare ass, hair growing 
wildly in the crack, was punching his prick to her with long, masterful 
strokes, each inward plunge rolling her bottom high in the air so his cock 
entered her at just the right angle so her pussy absorbed his huge, 
glistening spike completely. 

Susan squealed and almost collapsed onto her belly, but the Skeleton he'd 
her up with his hands on her flanks. He had the head of his cock in position 
and one hard lunge drilled it to the heavy, hairy balls in her asshole. 

Her squawkings weren't in protest because she immediately began fucking her 
butt back and forth to establish a lusty coital rhythm. The Skeleton emitted 
rattling groans as he hugged her narrow waist and plunged the prick to her 
in rectum-stretching humpings. 

Valery almost wilted with surging passion as Susan wailed, "Fuck it to me! 
Rip it up my butt hole." 

Absently, Valery was aware of the Warlock's pressing against her and she 
could feel the ridge of his wand against her hip, hot through the thin robe 
and her panties. Her pussy writhed and coiled. 

"Noooo," she whined softly as the Warlock led her around the hunching, 
bucking couple in the middle of the room, on the floor. She knew where he 
was taking her, but she didn't hold back. There was a second bed in the 
other room. She stumbled slightly as he pushed her inside and flipped a 
switch to light a small lamp. 

"Help," she squeaked as he tugged off her robe and dispossessed her of the 
skimpy bra. He turned her to face him as he sat on the bed after hauling the 
flowing robe up around his waist to expose his ready genitals. 

"Aaahhh, goddamn! Noooo!" she wheezed as he twisted her wrists to force her 
to her knees between his spread thighs. His cock seemed immense, the skin 
rolled behind the coronal ridge, the glans glistening, the slit a mocking 
eye. 

"I won't do that," she complained as he cupped a hand behind her head. 

"Trick or treat," the man grated. "I trick you and you treat me. Eat the 
candy cane like a good girl." 

She grimaced as she stared at the pulsating lollipop that tipped his taffy 
pole. 

She knew she couldn't do what he was goading her to do. But, dazed and 
bewildered, her hands fluttered into the Vee of his thighs. One cupped under 
his sagging scrotum and she lifted his heavy eggs. Her fingers tightened 
slightly as the skin basket crawled. Her other hand closed around his shaft 
near the base of his massive root. Tentatively, she waggled his long rod so 
that the fat head described circles in the air. He moaned and muscles 
quivered the length of the hot, thick barrel. Her fingers clenched and 
relaxed, clenched and relaxed. His fingers kneaded at the nape of her neck 
and a hand found one of her ivory breast globes. 

She stared at the massive tool in her hand almost as if she were hypnotized. 
The blood vein on top stood out stark and blue. Her hand began to work 
slowly, then more confidently as she started jacking him off. 

His balls rolled around in her palm and she felt a moist rush of heat in her 
pussy that caused the walls to squirrel deliciously. 

She milked the thick skin up over the head of his dong and a little bead of 
honey oozed from the pink, gaping slot. Her hand stroked faster as she 
masturbated him with determined floggings and he groaned with ecstasy. 

"I creamed in my panties," Valery sighed, leaning to blow her sweet breath 
on the slick-skinned knob of his dick. She inhaled the musky aroma of his 
sex organ and her mouth began watering. 

"I won't-no, no, no. I won't do that." Her face seemed drawn as if by a 
magnet. She gasped for a deep breath and her lips parted. She huffed her 
breath onto the head. And the eye seemed to wink at her. She opened her 
mouth very wide, until the hinges of her jaw ached. She directed the angle 
of his cock with the hand latched onto it at the base. And the head vanished 
into her face. 

Just as the tip of his cock tickled at the back of her throat, she closed 
down on it, her tongue humping to push the juice bulb against her palate, 
"Huummm," she murmured, sluicing saliva all around the head and the shaft of 
his thick prick. She sucked hard, plastering the pulpy glans against the 
roof of her mouth. 

His hand clenched on her boobie and fingers tweaked the tumid nipple. She 
sucked again, pulling her cheeks against. the sides of the hard hunk of 
meat. She glanced up to catch his eyes, but they were closed behind the 
hood. 

Slowly, she began bobbing her head, just mouth-fucking the knob, rasping the 
head with her coarse tongue. His ass lurched and bucked on the bed and 
Valery increased her stroke lengths, taking more and more of his salty-sweet 
cock into her mouth, sucking voraciously on his delectable prong. 

Detachedly, she admitted she wanted it, needed it in her pussy, but sucking 
his cock was such fun and so sexually satisfying. 

Still palming his balls, she pressed his goodie sac backward and stretched 
her sex finger to tickle his anus. He parted his legs even more and curved 
his crack to her so she could gouge and penetrate his tight rectum. She 
stabbed her finger in as far as it would go as she began mouth-fucking him 
with a frenetic bobbing and sucking of her face. 

"Oh, damn," he whined, tone deep and guttural, "you really know how to go 
down on a guy and give a blow-job. Go at it, Babe. Suck me good and I'll 
pump a gallon of protein cum into your belly." 

She sucked hard, squishing saliva around his sex-pipe. It's dreamy and 
heavenly, she thought dazedly, having a nice cock in your mouth to suck. I 
love the taste of prick. 

Each plunge of her vacuuming mouth down on his prick brought increasingly 
stronger tremors and convulsions to his cock and she knew he was building 
toward a semen-gushing climax. The knowledge created a seething cauldron of 
her cunny as she built to her own voracious orgasm. 

He began fucking his ass around on the bed, driving his prick deeper and 
deeper into her gullet. He howled like a hurt animal as she took all of his 
prick into her throat and he shot a tremendous wad of lava from his 
Vesuvius. She gobbled and crooned as her fingers lovingly milked the cum out 
of his pulsating prick. 

Her pussy was retching and coiling and she felt her clit was going 
bang-bang, bang-bang in little piss-tol shots as she savored his jizz and 
ran her tongue along the underside of his spasming cock. 

Dumbly, she was aware of his lifting her and she was protesting in soft 
whines as his cock was being taken away from her avid, mewling mouth. "No, 
no, nooo," she whimpered, poking her tongue far out to get the last droplets 
of his cum as they lay like pearls on the purplish knob of his dong. 

"Come on, Honey," he said, "stand up and get on it." She let him lift her, 
his hands cupping her trembling butt loaves. He set her down on his lap, his 
massive prick slowly spearing into her clutching cunt. 

"Oooohhhh, heavenly," she sighed as his prick penetrated her, stretching the 
crinkly walls of her twat around the monstrous phallus. "Sock it in deep and 
give me some fast fuck-pumps. Make me cum in my pussy, then shove it in my 
ass and make me cornhole-cum." 

He laughed jovially as he jostled her body up and down so her cunny slid up 
and down on his thick, plundering pole of flesh. 

"That feels good," Valery whimpered, "keep fucking me. lay me on my back and 
screw me good. I love your cock tunneling into my pussy. Give me all of it, 
Honey. Please flop me down so I can kick my feet high in the air and curve 
my snatch up to you so you can drive all your cock up my snatch and into my 
hot, itching asshole." 

He stood slowly, keeping her twat impaled on his huge cob. She hugged his 
neck and locked her ankles above his butt, wishing he had removed her 
panties, instead of just pushing the crotch aside so his cock could get at 
her cunt. She didn't want anything between her Love mound and his 
hair-matted playground from which his flagpole sprouted. 

But she was coming now in heavenly passionate thunder as he lifted her ass 
with his hands and ground her pussy back down on his pussy-plunger. "My 
clit's on fire," she screamed as a rope of his cock hair swabbed into her 
groove and rasped her tiny fun-thorn. 

"Oooohhhh, shit, I'm cumming," Valery howled, burying her face in the curve 
of his neck and shoulder as he fucked her sleek body up and down rapidly on 
his big stony. "Make me vibrate! Make me scream! Make me explode. Ooohhh, 
blast the jizz to me and cream my insides. Cum, cum, CUM!" she squalled, 
tossing her ass up and down on his marvelous joint as fast and hard as she 
could. 

Then he was carrying her into the next room. She felt she had come 
completely unglued and her feet dangled limply and her butt hole pooched in 
a lewd pucker because her insides were crammed so full of mammoth cock that 
was gushing jizz and coating her womb with hot ecstasy. 

One of his fingers found her anal pucker and pushed inside. And Valery 
squalled again as a new assault wave of orgasm thundered through her like a 
mighty torrent. 

Dazedly, she looked around and frowned. Thqse guys hadn't escaped after all. 
There was the Skeleton with Susan braced with their backs against the wall. 
His mask of a skull was off. That was Joe Grier. 

And on the bed was the Devil with Bea. They leaned back against the 
headboard. Both had drinks in their hands. He had taken off his horns. And 
that was Bill German. He may have removed his head horns-but he still had 
the important one between his legs. Bea had a firm grip on it. 

And Susan and Bea began laughing as the Warlock yanked off his hood. 
"Glennnn, you son of a bitch," she shrieked, slapping him playfully and 
trying to reach around to take his cock from her pussy so she could put it 
in her asshole-if only he would take out his finger. 

Then a flush of shame seared through her. Bill and Joe had never seen her 
naked, let alone being fucked and cornholed. But they weren't paying any 
attention as Bea and Susan slithered their bodies away from them, took their 
hard cocks and started going down on them, sucking pricks noisily. 

She watched unblinking, sucking and swallowing involuntarily as Susan and 
Bea gobbled their guys' pricks all the way. Gently, she jostled her body, 
sending shivers of ecstasy through her bowels. "Come on," she said softly, 
"fuck my butt - then I'll suck you off again." 


THE END
