LLP-169 Sir Launcelot (Vol. 1)
by Author Unknown


Chapter 1

It wasn't anything like the modern little bungalow they'd had on Jamey
Halo's estate up at Quarrysite, but she wasn't going to allow herself to
become depressed over that, Susan Sheldon mused sullenly. It was clean
and fairly well furnished; besides, moving had been her own idea; Jamey,
had wanted them to stay, rent free, but with Cal gone such a thing was
out of the question. She could only imagine what the Parksburg gossips
would have made out of that... and probably with good cause, for
certainly she could feel herself weakening more each time she saw him.
She'd had to consider Nadine and her future... consider the bitter scars
that wicked tongues could leave on the mind of a delicate and beautiful
young girl... and she had made her decision accordingly.

Susan sat at the small kitchenette table drinking coffee and smoking her
first morning cigarette. She wore a light blue wrapper over matching
pajamas, its tailored-design doing little to hide her willowy Eurasian
beauty, her erect breasts, slender waist, full rounded hips and
buttocks. A voyeur would have to guess at the sleek lushness of thigh,
the enchanting contour of calf and the hidden strength of those long,
smooth legs, but he would form his prurient conclusions from the
dazzling loveliness of her finely featured face and long, raven-black
oriental hair... feeling confident in his assumptions.

It was six-thirty and she hadn't been able to sleep; in fact, the whole
night had been a fiasco that she laid to her troubled, fear-filled and
frustrated thoughts, the unfamiliar, too-soft bed, plus, having her
daughter as a sleeping partner in place of Cal.

She shook her lovely head in disbelief. Would she ever get used to it?
Cal was dead! My God, it hardly seemed possible... Cal dead... a
suicide... in his grave two-months now, yet, each time the realization
raced through her mind, its impact was as shocking as when Chief Archer
had first broken the horror to her. It hadn't made sense then, her
husband of sixteen years shooting himself, and she doubted that it ever
would anymore than the typewritten note he had left, explained his
reasoning.

Can't make it. Nothing to live for. It's too complex... and there's no
love...

Once more, Susan slowly wagged her exotically beautiful head in
non-conviction; she was so damned confused. Life at its best had never
been generous to her, but at least she'd had Cal... for what that had
been worth. She looked around at the little three- room apartment, each
chamber opening with large archways into the other, only a collapsible
screen partitioning off the bed. Thank God the bathroom was private,
anyway, she thought sarcastically.

She'd hoped to find something more acceptable within her limited budget,
but after canvassing Parksburg, she'd been almost happy to take this
third-floor makeshift that had once been part of a rather plush hotel
suite, and in the center of the down-town area. Progress had eliminated
the hotel and now the street-level consisted of second-rate, low-rent
shops; but, at least it was closer to her work, she supposed, and really
it was adequate for just the two of them.

Nadine, poor darling, she'd been so brave through all of it, more adult
than child, more sister than daughter... beautiful, talented, a rare
teenager, indeed, measured by today's standards. And she was going to
have a future; she was! Even her father had wanted that for her in his
sober moments, but he'd done little, if anything, to prove it to her.
Not that he'd been intentionally cruel, nor physically brutal; he'd
simply neglected her... neglected both of them, in fact, since the day
their baby-girl had drawn her first breath in that Boston hospital; but
the last five- years had been the worst, especially the final two that
he'd worked as caretaker for Jamey Halo, and she herself, had fallen
under the spell of the young TV actor.

Thinking, she wondered if her husband hadn't shot himself, if he might
not have drunk himself to death at the rate he was going... and with
never a thought or provision for his wife and daughter. Now, as she
pondered over that, she couldn't help but tremble with the overwhelming
fright of her sudden responsibilities. Except for their clothing, he had
left them near- destitute, and once again she thanked the good Lord for
her job. Of course, it wasn't much, prestige-wise... waitress work never
was... but it was honest employment and the Diamond Dell was the finest
dinner house in Parksburg, even if it was only a front for the gambling
casino Max Bovino operated upstairs. Whether the once notorious blind-
owner functioned within the law was not her concern, and it didn't seem
to bother the elite country-club set who populated the haven nightly...
but she was concerned with the additional money the girls 'upstairs'
made hustling cocktails, in comparison to those serving dinner on the
first-floor, and she had made up her mind to speak to Mr. Bovino about
it. In a little while, she would call him.

Why not? it was easier work, probably more pleasant, and accordingly,
more rewarding. Of course, Cal would never have allowed it; he'd always
been an extremely jealous man... although God knows, she had never given
him any reason to be... But Cal was gone... and she had Nadine to look
to now... only her future mattered... all other things were secondary...
Cal was dead! Susan wiped an uncontrollable little tear from her eye.

They were large eyes, dark and almond shaped, long-lashed and oriental,
a breathtaking contrast to her ivory complexion. She couldn't help but
wonder if she would ever unravel the mysteries that enshrouded her dead
husband... for surely, they existed, deep and complex she thought; she
had never really known the soldier she'd married...

She'd been fifteen and they'd lived just outside of Seoul. Her father
was native Korean, a farmer of some wealth, and her mother the most
beautiful woman she had ever seen. She was French, from Paris no less,
and she'd come from her country in a missionary capacity. It was still
vague in her mind how they had met, her father and mother, but it had
something to do with God.

She had been twelve when the war struck, fourteen when Sergeant Cal
Sheldon stole her heart, fifteen when her father blessed them and they
married. The war was over and she was pregnant. They'd sailed for the
U.S. two-days before her parents were killed by a latent,
terrorist-bomb, and the government had confiscated everything. Less than
eight-months later, Cal had dragged her from a hospital bed in Boston
some twelve hours after giving birth to Nadine, and driven them to New
York State. She would never forget the expression of fear that warped
his face that night, and now, thinking about it, she wondered if it had
ever really left him. Somehow, she had held the baby in her arms, nursed
her and kept her wits, while her husband raced their automobile through
the darkness.

Yes... dear God, yes there were mysteries... but they were hardly of
importance now, were they? Cal was dead... DEAD... DEAD!

Nadine made a small sleeping noise behind the screen. It raised a warm
feeling of love inside Susan and she smiled tenderly to herself. Her
voluptuous fifteen-year old daughter was her whole life... at least, she
had been... prior to Jamey Halo... not that there was going to be any
change because of Jamey and the uncontrollable feelings she had for him;
Nadine would always come first, but she couldn't deny the near-love, or
whatever it was, he had set aflame inside her... she could merely resist
it, and that she would do.

Susan sipped at her coffee, then dragged on the cigarette. Really, it
was ridiculous anyway, given a moment of sensible thought. Jamey Halo
was nineteen... nineteen... and she, thirty-one. This wasn't Korea,
where such marriages were sanctioned out of experience rather than love.

This was the U.S., where older women never fell in love with younger
men, unless they were fools, Jet-setters, or harlots... and she felt
that she hardly fitted into any of the three categories.

Yet, from the very beginning, from the first day Cal had taken the
caretaker's job on Jamey's estate, the galvanic sensations had passed
between them. He'd stopped her as she was carrying boxes into their
bungalow and smiled.

"I'm Jamey Halo," he'd said. He had grinned lopsidedly, his dark hair
long and waved. His eyes were an azure-blue and filled with tiny hazel
flecks that began to swirl excitedly as he spoke. "Can I carry that

"Thank you, no," she'd replied, dropping her own gaze from his probing
stare, sensing the slight flush to her face; then, Nadine had come with
a smaller box and Susan had welcomed the interruption.

But it had never changed. She had only to look into his desire-filled,
handsome young face to feel her own unwanted, sensual passion rising,
and it seemed that he'd managed to come to the bungalow always when Cal
was elsewhere. He had even made over Nadine, who, at thirteen was the
flowering equivalent of most girls three years her senior, and this, she
felt certain, he did only to impress the mother. Still, nothing had come
of it... simply because the mother had refused to let it. Cal was her
husband and she belonged to him, regardless of his lack of affection.
Her oriental upbringing would never permit infidelity; she would give
her life for her husband, and she would die defending her loyalty to the
vows she had taken.

Again, Susan heard a light stir behind the screen, waited silently, and
was pleased at the sound of an even, deep breathing once more. Her
darling was going to need all the rest she could get, with what was
before her. Beauty contests were more strenuous than the average girl
believed, both mentally and physically, but there was nothing that would
add to necessary confidence more than a few beauty contest credits to an
aspiring young actress, even if one was only Miss Parksburg. Jamey had
inspired the idea, and both Nadine and she herself had been elated with
it. After all, she had to start somewhere... and success wasn't easily
come by, Jamey had reminded them, and Susan didn't ever want her
beautiful daughter to find herself in the same position her mother was
in at that very moment. She had, in fact, welcomed the idea with open
arms; it meant a sound and exciting existence for her darling... if only
she didn't get waylaid by some foolish puppy-love.

Thinking about that, Susan shivered with the cold little ripple of
clamminess that passed over her. She drank from her cup and inhaled the
cigarette smoke deeply. Sex, she thought... sex between her husband and
herself had been a horror, when she had so innocently expected some
thing beautiful. Now, she tried to recall the exquisite loveliness of
her mother's words regarding the delicious sexual-love of marriage...
but somehow, they choked in her throat, and the beauty of the vision she
had endeavored to picture became distorted.

Had it ever been beautiful between them... even good? She couldn't
remember a time. Instead, her mind filled with Cal, drunk, his wickedly
hard and massive, thick, long male member poised above her unready and
unwanting vagina, her legs held high and wide-apart obscenely, knees
pressing into her full, erect breasts, while he cradled himself for the
impalement... then, the near- unbelievable viciousness of his thrust as
he plunged his huge rapacious cudgel into her barely moist, sensitive
flesh unmercifully.

Invariably, she would scream, and invariably he would laugh
sadistically, ramming the blunt head like a madman from the very
beginning, his heavy-veined rod of rigid, swollen flesh sinking to its
full depths inside her snug passage and battering her small- mouthed
womb and cervix, until the pain would become almost weirdly bearable,
even pleasurable in her masochistic, subjugated state, and sparks of
excitement would begin to ignite within her; then, it would be over...
al ways over, like that... and he would gush into her as she wanted him
to... but never, never so soon.

Dear God... she would suck him the way he had taught her, while he
pillaged her genitals with his tongue, and forever, she had felt certain
that this time it would happen... but then he would shoot his hot,
white, sweet-tasting sperm into her mouth and throat, and momentarily
she wouldn't care. His ejaculation had been all that she'd waited for,
just as when he placed it in her rectum... or between her breasts and
she would slip her warm lips over its massive head when he was ready to
cum.

Damn! What was she doing? She was working herself up into something by
just thinking, that's what she was doing. She'd better get hold of her
self. She took a long pull from her cigarette, following that with a
draught of coffee. Really, if she wanted to face it, Jamey's visit last
night was the inspiration. He'd come to see the apartment he'd said, and
with Nadine off to the movies, it had nearly happened. She'd had all she
could do to keep from giving in, and even then, it had gone way beyond
what she'd promised herself.

She hadn't expected anyone and had just bathed. She was getting out of
the tub when the knock came, and had quickly tossed her favorite, old
chenille robe around her, tying it tight and assuring herself it was
close around her throat. Her mid-back- length hair she had piled onto
the crown of her head and she wore a towel wrapped strategically around
it. She had felt like an idiot answering the door that way, but the
caller was insistent with his knuckles and she'd responded just a bit
irked, wondering if this new down-town location was going to bring them
all of the door-to- door salesmen in the world.

"Jamey! Wh-what're you doing here?" Her delightful smile was automatic.
"I-I obviously didn't expect anyone... let alone you."

"Obviously," he grinned. "Well... aren't you going to ask me in? I came
to see the new abode."

"Y-Yes... yes, of course, come in," she stammered, still surprised at
the sight of his presence, but more embarrassed with her own appearance.
"I-I just took a bath...

"Oh? If I'd known, I'd have come earlier... maybe even have gotten to
wash your back," he said, moving inside as she closed the door behind
him. He was still smiling. He watched the tinge of blood rush into her
cheeks, an easily detected sight with her alabaster like skin, and one
that always delighted him.

Hell, she was absolutely stunning, he thought. Of all the women he had
ever seen, known, and made love to in his prime young existence, she had
to be the most beautiful and desirable. His brain raced wildly. What a
stupid bastard Cal Sheldon had been. He'd plucked a gem and traded it
for a poor facsimile. And Jamey'd thought that Elaine Trent represented
beauty when he'd laid her at the Roadhouse... but Christ, there was no
comparison. Thirty- one? She looked younger than her own daughter!

"Why don't you sit down, Jamey, while I slip on something..." she was
saying, still embarrassed by his unexpected call.

"I'd rather help you," he said, making no move toward accepting her
offer to a chair. "As a matter of fact, I prefer you remain as-is.
You're lovely when you're natural, Susan... but then, you're always
lovely."

It seemed that the redness wouldn't leave her cheeks. She couldn't
remember when she'd ever felt quite so embarrassed, nor quite so
excited.

Dear God, he was young and handsome! And the wickedness of it was, that
she never felt her superior age with him... but more like a teen-ager,
or maybe it was that he became older, more mature, when he was with her.

"You're at your best tonight, I see," she heard herself say, surprised
at her own repartee. She smiled. "Can I fix you a drink?"

"If I can help."

"You can't. Sit in that chair and I'll play hostess," she said,
pretending firmness.

"On one condition... you don't run off and slip something on," he said,
grinning, his blue eyes alive with swirling bits of obvious lust that
were sparking unbelievable tiny sensations inside her.

It had always been the same, every time they were together, but
tonight... hell, he had to have her, or go out of his mind, he decided
emphatically. Susan could hardly control her trembling. Dear God, she
hoped it wasn't noticeable. She even felt wet down between her legs, and
he hadn't been in the room two minutes.

"Sit!" she ordered, half-smiling.

"No changes?"

"No changes... at present, anyway."

She went to the kitchen, an open view from where he sat in the one
comfortable chair, and talked back over her shoulder.

"Nadine's gone to the movies with Ann Trent," she said, pulling the
ice-tray from the refrigerator. "I thought a little change of mental
ideas would do her good."

"She should make a habit of studying movies the acting... the same with
TV," he said.

"I've talked to my old teacher about taking her. He's hip to the idea.
He thinks she sounds like great material... and I can tell you that Eben
Lang is one of the best. Expensive, but the best."

Susan paused in her concocting and turned to look through the shell of
her apartment to where he sat. "What do you mean, expensive?"

He laughed. "Like money, baby. But don't worry, we'll see to that. Let's
have her get a couple of these beauty things behind her first, and maybe
some high school acting."

"She's all enthused about the acting idea, Jamey," Susan said. "She
talked to her school drama teacher and he wants her to try out for the
next play."

"Great... great," he said, his mind a million miles from his words.
"That's what she needs... any and all kinds of experience. Damn, he'd
stake his life that she had the most beautiful legs he'd ever not
seen... and she was naked beneath that robe. She'd just gotten out of
the bath... she had to be! Shit, he could cum right in his shorts
thinking about it. His prick was half-hard and he hadn't laid a hand on
her. In fact, now that he thought about it, when had he touched her,
except by accident? Only yesterday, when they'd moved, she'd let him
kiss the sheer white-skin of her cheek where those blue-veins in their
almost- transparent beauty, intrigued him. And he'd hardly slept all
night. Christ, there'd never been a woman like her, not in his life,
anyway...

"There," she said, re-entering the room and handing him his glass, then
taking the end of the davenport across from him. "So... how do you like
our little place?"

He watched her ease herself gracefully into the corner of the sofa,
catching at her robe as she crossed her legs, but not before he caught a
flickering view of white smooth, outer-thigh flesh, and his cock lurched
in his pants excitedly.

"Cosy," he said, his eyes dwelling upon the fine-lined bone structure of
her smiling, enchanting face, the absence of makeup and her
unbelievable, girl-like freshness intriguing him. Her tiny white teeth
sparkled, enframed in the natural redness of her full mouth, while those
eyes... oh Christ, those magnificent, exotic eyes were too much...

"Yeah, you've got quite a place here. A little open, but there's a
warmth, nevertheless. I think it's you."

Susan ran the tip of her tongue along her upper lip. She raised her
drink and sipped at it, while he did the same, nearly consuming half of
his. Dear God, they were playing a game, weren't they, she realized.
Yes... yes, they were... both waiting and watching for the cue that
would allow them to come together. And she wanted him! Face it! She
wanted him! How long had it been? Months... a lifetime, really! God...
God She had to keep control of herself... couldn't give in to this
wanton desire that was eating at her... He said something; she answered.
She said something; he answered. Again and again. She made a second
drink... a third... then, he was on the couch beside her... his arms
went around her... she gave herself... he kissed her...

"Damn. Susan!" he gasped. "I can't wait any longer!"

It had been nothing more than a kiss and an embrace. He'd crushed her to
him, her palpitating, hard-nippled breasts flattening against his chest,
his lips hot and eager. Nothing more than that.

"I-I know," she heard herself respond. "I know, Darling... but we have
to."

"Why? Why? My God...

"We have to!" she snapped, worming herself from his grasp and gaining
her feet. "There's Nadine... and there's Cal...

"Cal's dead! For God's sake, Susan... Cal's dead!"

"And what about Shelly Granger?" she had thrown at him, before she'd
even realized what she'd said. But she couldn't help herself. The
flaming redheaded beauty he had brought to the estate to play with for a
couple of weeks just before Cal's death had been almost more than she
could bear. She'd never known such jealousy... and then, on that very
day when her husband had taken his own life, the girl had disappeared...

"W-Who?"

"Shelly Granger!" she spat, walking aimlessly around the room. "Oh,
don't tell me she didn't mean something to you, Jamey Halo. Beautiful...
sexy... an actress... you slept with her didn't you?"

"Y-Yes... I slept with her. She was a pig... a smalltime pig, trying to
make her way up," he said, watching her closely. "And I sent her away.

"But not before you had your fill of her, eh?" Susan half- spat, unable
now to control her emotions. "Was she good, Jamey? Did she kiss it? Suck
it for you..."

He could barely believe the licentious word - meaning tumbling from her
luscious lips in rage... jealous rage, he reasoned. A brand new
sensation of excitement roared through him. He just couldn't believe it!
She was jealous! And at first, he'd been afraid... but there was nothing
to be afraid of... her confused frustrations proved that. He arose from
the davenport and went to her, took her into his arms and pressed his
tall frame slowly, but tightly, against her, his hard throbbing prick
imbedding itself into the soft flesh of her abdomen and belly in
undeniable demand, his hands caressing the small of her back and her
buttocks through the warm softness of her robe.

Susan whimpered in his arms, not struggling. Ohhhhh, she had never
wanted anything more in her life than that magnificent shaft pressing
into the soft flesh of her belly... she could imagine it slipping inside
her... up into the hot, velvety, moist channel of her wanting, needing
vagina... strong, warm and masculine... bringing her ecstatic peace...
entrancing bliss as it plunged and rubbed in and out of her... but...
but, she mustn't... she mustn't...

He kissed her and played at her lips with the tip of his tongue. She
left them open, like ripe grapes to be plucked, and he taunted them,
went behind them to her teeth, speared into her mouth, while her hot,
sweet breath panted into his face, and his hand slipped inside her robe
to her breast, massaging, stroking, his finger-tips working ever toward
its nipple to caress and roll it teasingly between them.

He was overwhelmed with the firm fullness of her breast! Certainly,
something medically plastic had to be done to make their sleek warmness
stand so erect to his hand... but, he knew this was not so. They
encompassed the full breast of their side, not elongated, never pulpy,
but strong and firm, still resilient. Christ, he was going to lose his
mind! She was like velvet to his touch, yet hot and respondent, and his
cock was leaping against the soft warm flesh of her belly. He pulled the
tying strip of her robe apart and let his hands run down the length of
her slightly delineated ribs to her hips... then smoothed them slowly
back over her satin-like buttocks. She came tighter against him with his
demand.

Susan moaned beneath his hands. Her brain swirled madly. Desire and need
fought for the supreme, but the facial aspects of Nadine were over
crowding all things... Dear God, how she wanted him to bury his
beautiful young penis inside the depths of her hungry vagina! Oh, how
she needed him... wanted him... loved him!

She felt his hand trail over the softness of her belly... down the
strong muscle of her hip and thigh, then over slowly to her mound...
through the light patch of dark, pubic hair to the very lips of her...
her cunt, taunting, feeling, tracing the thin hair-lined slit... then,
slipping inside with breathtaking gentleness to find her clitoris
throbbing gently in erotic delight.

She clasped her lips to his, open, and her tiny tongue shot into his
mouth with all of the fire of a taunted, enraged snake. Again and again,
she stabbed into his mouth while he sucked at her tiny, sweet tongue and
simultaneously twitted her clitoris between thumb and forefinger...
finally sliding down through her moist slit to her vaginal entrance and
easing inside, teasing her urethra enroute before he buried the long
finger up into the depths of her excited and hot, dilating pussy.

She gasped into his mouth and he knew he was going to fuck her! He was
certain of that now l And... and holy Christ... she had wrapped her
fingers around his prick through his clothes. He couldn't breathe!

"Damn!" he gasped and pressed her backwards to the couch while she
struggled to keep her thighs together as they folded down onto it.

"Oh... oh, Darling... Darling... we mustn't No... no... not now," she
pleaded raspily, his hot breath suddenly against the soft flesh of her
breasts, coming in ever increasing gasps. "Oh... oh, please, Darling...
we mustn't," she whimpered hotly down into his face that was kissing and
sucking at her breasts, while her arms embraced his head tightly to her.

But it was as if she hadn't spoken and his hands continued to fondle and
graze her tingling flesh, and she gasped aloud to the electric-like
sensations surging through her from his probing finger deep inside her
wanting vagina, causing her to writhe feverishly beneath his hand.

"Oh... oh please, Jamey... wait... wait," she begged, but then she heard
the metallic whisper of his zipper... and suddenly felt the delicious
hard, hot fleshy bluntness pressing against her upper thigh. Dear God!
It was his penis and inherently, her body recoiled at its alien touch,
even as his finger probed deeper between her legs into the warm,
veloutinous moisture of her vagina, causing greater intoxicating waves
of inner excitement to surge through her, nearly rendering her
powerless. She lay as if mesmerized, physically entranced by the
pleasurable sensations rippling about wildly inside her... and then he'd
taken her hand and placed it on his naked hardened rod, his own hand
covering hers and enclosing her fingers around it.

She had compulsively squeezed tight, feeling its hot rigidness give
slightly beneath the pressure, and heard and felt him gasp excitedly
against her breast, the sounds of her own breathing filling the room as
she realized surprisingly, the enormity of its size. An anticipating
thrill of delight raced through her. She would never have dreamed that
he would be so big... so long and thick... her fingers could barely
encircle it! And suddenly, she was aware that she was stroking it...
massaging the thick outer layer of skin back and forth to the same
rhythm he had established with his finger deep inside her moist,
receptive channel.

Oh... oh... there was no stopping him now! She'd let him go... even
encouraged him beyond that final stopping point... and now her whole
body trembled passionately, hungrily, in the enchantment of the moment,
as did his, pressed tightly against her and in her hand. She squirmed
blissfully beneath his finger sinking ever deeper into her cunt, so
moist from the juices he had stimulated there. She felt it seeping from
her vaginal lips, moistening her entire crotch, even to the cleft
between her round full buttocks; and then it dawned fully upon her what
they were doing... that Nadine could walk in on them...that there'd
never been any other man to have her except her dead husband... that it
was all wrong... all wrong But, she didn't care didn't care... didn't
care!

His prick jerked in her hand at every stroke, and as he increased his
maddening, pleasure- inciting thrust up into her, so did she quicken and
lengthen the pumping of her small, slender hand clutching tightly at his
throbbing, erect shaft of flesh, feeling it grow and grow beautifully
into unbelievable male hardness.

Perhaps it was his sudden squirming on top of her, trying to open her
legs, that helped restore her wits, or maybe it was simply the reaction
of strong religious convictions and loyalty to a memory thrusting its
way through the ecstatic delirium of forbidden pleasure clouding her
mind; whichever, she clamped her strong naked legs together tightly, her
thighs clasping his stiff, pulsing cock between them, while he struggled
frantically on top of her to get the blood-filled tip of his prick into
the moist opening of her excited and passion dilated cunt.

"No... no, Jamey! No, we can't... we mustn't!" she hissed up at him, her
teeth clenched as she writhed and struggled with every ounce of
resistance she could muster, clasping his hot, hard rod tightly as it
strained to enter her, its smooth nozzle splaying the soft lips of her
throbbing cunt, inching ever forward from the weight and force of his
near-insane attempt at penetration. "My God, no! You can't, Darling...
please!" she cried again, as she squeezed and writhed furiously; then,
she felt it lurch, still within her clutching fingers and heard his
uncontrollable gasp of frustrated ecstasy.

He groaned and grunted and she felt the thick, hot stream of his sperm
shoot from its jerking head, saturating her tingling vulva, the
palpitating open lips of her vagina and the surrounding dark pubic hair,
until she was drenched with the warm, viscous liquid, even to the
inner-sides of her soft white thighs, dribbling wetly down between her
legs to moisten the davenport beneath her passion-dampened buttocks.

She had lain perfectly still and held him tightly all through it,
feeling his body convulse on top of her while his organ pumped
spasmodically in her slender hand, heard him emit his final groan of
release... then, he seemed to collapse all over her, his penis rapidly
growing limp in her hand, and it was then that she sensed an
indescribable feeling of having cheated herself... yet, she said
nothing, only held him, running her hand tenderly through his hair while
he began to whisper apologies in a choked, almost shamed voice...

Nadine rolled onto her back, opened her eyes and gazed at the white
ceiling. She waited until the tiny zigzagging plaster-cracks focused
distinctly; finally, she looked at the small watch on her wrist.
Nine-thirty! She gave a start, then remembered that it was Saturday...
no school, and lay back quietly, letting all things fit into their
proper perspective. A thousand thoughts raced through her young mind.
One of them was Jamey Halo. She liked to think of him as he appeared on
TV... as Brace Collins in the Sunday night Gallant Rangers series. God,
he was handsome; he just made her tingle all over every time he looked
at her, was all. Yet, she couldn't help but hate him, too. He must know
how she felt about him... how she had felt about him ever since the day
she'd first seen him when they'd moved onto his estate... but he'd never
given her a tumble... hardly any acknowledgment whatever except an
occasional little wink... Damn him! He was just a conceited ass the big
star... but just wait.

One day, she, too, would be a star in her own right, then, he could just
get in line with the others. She'd bet he would sing a different tune
then... because Nadine Sheldon was going to become a great star... just
like she was going to win the Miss Parksburg contest Monday night. Now
that Ann Trent had decided not to enter, she felt certain of her
chances. Ann had been her biggest worry; the judges always seemed to be
partial toward blondes over brunettes, and Ann was absolutely beautiful.
If only she had a little more of her mother's face and statuesque
figure, Nadine wished longingly, not that she wasn't thankful for what
her Mom called 'voluptuousness', with her firm, erect and rotund
breasts, waspish waist and full rounded hips, and she was well aware of
her lush and shapely thighs and legs, but if only they were longer like
her mother's. It seemed that men always preferred taller girls. At
least, she did have her beautiful mother's smooth, white skin, and just
a touch of her exotic, dark eyes, but her own long, black-hair lacked
that silken, fairy-tale woven luster of her Mom's. God, if she didn't
love her so much, she'd probably be hatefully jealous. Her Mom was so
beautiful.

But then, so was Ann Trent... What a lucky girl she was... her father
president of Parksburg Paper Mills... all of the luxury any girl could
ever want. A beautiful home, cars, clothes and a wonderful younger
brother... yet, when she thought about it, she couldn't help the strange
feelings she had about them as a family. She'd never seen such closeness
between sister and brother, or father and daughter. Even little Donnie
Trent was always kissing his mother and putting his hands on her almost
too affectionately. And lately, Ann had kept asking her to stay over for
a night, but for some reason she hadn't wanted to. Of course, she and
Ann had always been close, and secretly, both of them enjoyed the little
bed-games they played in the darkness... like cuddling, kissing and
feeling of each other... it always worked her up so... especially when
Ann would massage her breasts, then put her head down between her legs
and run her tongue through her pussy... God! Just the thought was
getting her hot right at the moment.

Her mother's voice brought her back to reality. She must be talking on
the phone, Nadine decided, suddenly aware that her own small hands were
gently caressing her breasts and taunting their tiny, cherry-red nipples
into hardness through the gauzy material of her shortie-nightie. She
felt her face flush and forced her hands away from her self. Her Mom's
voice said:

"Yes, Mr. Bovino. I'd like very much to talk to you... When? Late this
afternoon? I have to be in the dining-room by six... Yes... fine, I'll
be there, sir. Four-thirty. All right... and Mr. Bovino... thank you...
Good bye..."

God, her Mom had such a sultry voice, with only the slightest trace of
accent. If only she could mimic it, what an asset that would be to her
career. Her Mom was so wonderful... so cool... Dear God, why hadn't
Daddy ever seen that? How could he have ever preferred Shelly Granger
over

Mom? That must be what booze did to a person. Oh sure, she was young,
but in God's truth, she looked older than her mother, and that was not
an exaggeration. Not only that, but Shelly Granger was a bitch! Hadn't
she heard Jamey and Shelly fighting and calling each other the vilest of
names that very day when she'd actually seen her father and that
redheaded witch strip naked in the woods and go at each other?

She was a bitch, all right, and her own father was no better. She was
glad he was gone... dead... and that she'd never have to look at him
again. Glad! Glad! He deserved to die... Now, he could look up from hell
and watch his daughter become a star... damn him! Chapter 2

There were some compensations, Max Bovino thought, leaning back nakedly
in the huge leather chair, his strong, hairy-legs obscenely spread apart
with his feet on the ottoman, so that the long-haired, ash-blonde girl
could kneel between them, with her pretty face poised directly above his
thick, massive, long cock spreading up ponderously from his tensed,
hair-covered loins. One didn't have to wait until night... which was
stupid and habitual in the first place, he thought to himself, smiling
salaciously. A blind man lived forever in darkness; therefore, it was
logical to fuck and be sucked whenever one felt the urge... and it was
damned seldom when he wasn't lasciviously so inspired.

"How's she look, Lonny?" he questioned in a guttural voice, reaching
down to run his hand over the great harnessed animal that lay beside
him. The dog, obedient to his master's slightest touch, raised his head
high, and with open mouth and panting tongue barked loudly in response,
appearing to grin up at the lovely, naked girl. The big-man made a lewd
chuckling sound and patted the huge boxer's head affectionately. Then:
"How about it, Silk? She look as good as usual?"

"It's Lily," the tall, scrawny man with a hawkish, pitted face and the
fleshy clothes responded. "She hasn't changed, Boss," he added, sprawled
in his chair with gaunt legs stretched out, a scotch-and-soda in his
bony hand, his own prick lurching in covetous lust inside his shorts.

"You stupid sonofabitch! I know who she is!" the blind-man spat angrily.
"It's the scene I want. What the hell do you think I keep you around
for... your brains? Now, start painting word- pictures for me with that
filthy voice of yours before I order Launcelot to rip your nuts off!"

Silk Weaver came quickly to attention. He'd overstepped his boundaries
and knew it. He sat upright, stealing a first glance at the tremendous,
broad-shouldered, seeing-eye boxer before drinking in the lewd sight of
the luscious, kneeling blonde-girl who was gazing down with ever-growing
excitement in her desire-filled green-eyes at the rock-hard shaft of
oversized flesh jerking convulsively to the touch of her small, gently
stroking hand.

"She's just the way you like 'em, Boss. You know, big, firm jutting
tits... a round, warm, full ass, and a naked cunt. She shaves it, the
way you told her to, and it looks almost like a new baby's bottom...
really all right, Boss. It's a beauty..."

"What the hell d'you mean? You ever fucked around with her?" Max Bovino
snapped, leaning forward in his chair.

An expression of fright clouded the voluptuous blonde's attractive face,
causing her to look up quickly at the twisted, handsome features of the
naked man whose massive prick she was lovingly massaging and caressing
with her small white hands. God forbid, she thought! She'd rather be
dead than let that slimy snake, Silk, lay his hands on her!.

"Max, darling, you know I'd never let any man touch me again but you...
," the girl, who was Lily Vance, assured him sincerely, pressing her
lips warmly to the moist tip of his hardening shaft, her tiny pink
tongue swiping at the little drop of lubricating fluid she had caused to
seep out. Its poignant tang sent a ripple of delight through her own
tingling loins and she gazed longingly up into his face, wishing the
eyes behind the shaded glasses could see and read the truth in her own,
and the pleasure that just being able to suck him brought her. God, she
loved him

"Shut up, bitch!" Max ordered. "Answer me, Silk? You ever fucked with
her, eh?"

"Hell no, Boss."

"You sure?"

"Christ, Boss... you know me better than that. I wouldn't lie to you..."

"Godamn you, Silk, you'd lie to your dying mother... but I think I
believe you," the big man growled, a bitter grin twisting his mouth.
"You know better than to touch one of my broads, then expect me to let
her suck my prick after you've dirtied her. Eh... ? Don't you?"

"Sure, Boss... I understand."

Max grunted and slowly lay back in his chair once more. Lily almost
sighed aloud in relief. Silk hated her because she'd refused his
advances a dozen times; he'd vowed to get even... and for one brief
moment she'd thought that time had come. Now, Silk was grinning over at
her evilly, as if to say, "Just one word from me, Baby, and you've had
it... think about that..." She shifted nervously where she knelt.

Max Bovino felt his hardened cock losing its erection. The little moment
of doubt hadn't done one damn thing for his libido; but just the thought
of that slippery, scrawny bastard daring to lay a hand on his private
harem was damned near enough to turn him off... and he'd come to enjoy
the cunt, too... Angrily, he twisted Lenny's ear' and the animal
whimpered painfully.

"You lousy slut!" he snarled at the blonde, winding his hand brutally in
her hair. "What in hell do you think you're here for, eh? Well?"

"T-To suck you, Darling... ," Lily whined, feeling the tears rushing to
her eyes from his strong hand nearly-wrenching the hair from her scalp.

"Then, start sucking, cunt... before I get someone in here who knows how
to handle a prick... and throw you over to Silk, there..."

Without another word, Lily grasped at the wilt mg penis, pulled back the
thick, heavy foreskin until the great, blood-filled head was
glisteningly naked, then slipped her warm full lips down over it
hungrily, encompassing the huge knob inside her mouth to swirl her
tongue around and tweak at the tiny split on the tips.

"Hell, Boss, you remember, Lily. She always sucks you best, you said,"
Silk spoke, upset now that he might have incurred his employer's bad
graces. "She's the broad you said you liked to fuck the best, too.
Remember? The one big Lonny there goes for..."

"Shut up, I know," the big man coughed, thrusting his loins up at the
girl's face. "T-Think I'm stupid, like you? Just because I can't see,
Silk... don't ever get any crazy ideas."

"Awwww, come on Boss. You know me better than that," the pitted faced
one replied, half-smiling as he watched the voluptuous blonde sucking at
the handsome blind-man's heavy cock with obvious desire. He saw her
small white hands weighing his big, muscular employer's bloating balls
with unashamed lust as she bobbed her head up and down over his prick.
Her lush tits swayed beneath her excitingly, and her magnificent ass was
thrust out behind. Christ, what an ass she had!

He knew well enough. He'd watched her out in the casino where the girls
danced topless and bottomless, with no secret little hair-pieces
strategically camouflaging their pussies; in fact, Max had ordered that
she keep hers shaved clean, and what a sight that was when she swung
into her godamned dance, that thin little pink split twitching right
before his eyes... Shit! The bitch knew how bad he wanted her, but she
was playing her present status with the big-man right to the hilt. She
figured she was in... well, Silk Weaver could wait... and then...

"Tell me, Silk!" Max Bovino barked, lifting his pelvis into the air
toward Lily's grotesquely distorted, attractive face. "What's it look
like?"

"Hell, Boss, it's wild! I can see the pink flesh of her mouth being
pulled out and clinging to your prick as she sucks you! Her lips are
tight and her eyes closed. That blonde hair of hers is all over her
head, flailing every which way, from bobbing up and down, and her tits
are jumping and swaying like crazy, her nipples a half inch long! She's
wiggling her ass... I think she wants something shoved right up that
hairless, pink cunt!"

Max Bovino felt his rod stiffen in her mouth with Silk's words. He
grinned to himself licentiously and ran his sensitive fingertips down
over her face to her clasping, sucking, moist lips and along his own
prick. Then, he inserted one finger along side his shaft into the warm
wetness of her small mouth and felt her tiny, excited tongue wrap around
it and taunt it as if it were another cock fucking into her face,
sending lewd sensations through his hand and up his arm to his brain.
She began to moan and he said:

"You want something in that hot cunt of yours, Baby? Speak up if you do.
Hurry... I like the idea... you're hitting me good, now."

"Mmmmmmmm," she hummed around his massive shaft and finger. "Mmmmmm
hmmmmmmmm." Just the thought was enough to send wild sensations
spiraling through her. She knew exactly what he meant, even recalled in
a fleeting moment of memory how utterly horrified she'd been that first
time, when she realized his intentions, yet had allowed herself to be
subjugated and degraded in order that she might keep her job

A twenty-one year old girl and an ex-addict, friendless, in a strange
city, was apt to submit to most anything that meant security, she
realized vaguely; but that was before she had fallen in love with Max
Bovino and his beautiful Launcelot... before she had become hooked on
sex, rather than Heroin.

Max leaned forward in mounting lust, worked at loosening Lenny's harness
momentarily, then, snapped: "Now, Sir Launcelot, you old whore- master!
Go get her! Fuck her, Lonny! Now! Now!"

The great animal moved on command. He ran behind Lily as Max kicked the
ottoman away and she raised her buttocks high in excited anticipation.
Immediately, the brute raised up on his hind-legs, mounting her with
fore-paws wrapped about her full, undulating hips, his strong
hind-quarters moving in close between her soft spread thighs, shoving
forward his long tapered cock, while Lily quickly plunged one hand down
between her legs to guide the stiff, coral-hued, animal prick into her
voraciously quivering slit. Furiously, the beast set to his task with
ears flattened, his rump driving in rapid, jack-hammer thrusts,
spreading her moist, pink pussy open wider and wider with every jolting
plunge.

"Unh... unh... mmmmmmmm!" Lily moaned, the vibrations generating from
her throat into Max's loins like a telegraphed message.

Christ! How he wished he could actually see it all... view it from every
angle, the way it used to be in his plush Boston apartment when he was
big-time... with mirrors all over the fucking bedroom and broads crying
to get at his prick... the good old days before that lousy bastard had
melted his eyeballs with acid... Sonofabitch! It wasn't any good to
remember. Nothing was ever going to bring back his sight... but soon, he
was going to have his revenge... after fifteen years... at least a part
of it... and if he didn't get these thoughts out of his head right now,
he was going to louse up his climax.

Hell, he didn't need to see, anyway! He could visualize! Those years in
darkness had taught him more than the normal person could ever dream of!

Suddenly, the salaciousness of his imagined, depraved picture caused him
to shove his loins up higher at Lily's face, and he envisioned her lips
being drawn out contortedly, grasping at his cock as she sucked at it
wantonly, while his dog Lonny fucked into her with his growing, long
animal rod and she heaved her ass back toward it in wild tempoed fury.

He actually lifted his head and looked down at what he knew would be a
lust-twisted face. His finger-tips lightly touched her mouth and his
shaft, and he saw his hard spear of flesh completely absorbed between
her ovaled lips, increasing his sensation a hundred times. He felt her
massaging the soft, velvety skin of his balls tantalizingly with one
hand, while her thumb and forefinger of the other stroked it's husky
base, as she sucked rhythmically up and down. He could feel the softness
of her tongue twirling maddeningly around it at the apex of her
withdrawal, the tip flicking magically across the tiny split of the
glans at its tip. He flexed his buttocks, his head still lifted,
mentally watching the crown of her head bobbing up and down below, while
simultaneously she would be working her buttocks in little gyrating
circles and Lonny relentlessly hammered his long, still swelling cock
into her with violent machine-like thrusts.

The whorish little slut... he knew how she loved that dog's mighty prick
thundering up into her... they all did, once he let them in on the
treat, but it was that first time that he, himself, liked best... the
way they'd cringe and beg in shame, their godamned tear-filled whimpers
of horror as his powerful pet would mount 'em, then, lunge his long,
tapered cock right up their flinching holes... giving him a sadistic
charge like nothing else could. And momentarily, that thought inspired
another... What the hell did the Sheldon broad want? Whatever, it was
all right... maybe a little premature, but that was okay, too; he'd
waited too long as it was. If he'd moved when he'd first found out for
sure, he could have enjoyed complete, vindictive pleasure... now, he was
going to have to settle for a half-measure... but he intended to milk
that for all it was worth.

Silk had described the little China-doll to him, as only that perverted
bastard could, setting his balls to churning just thinking about her,
and for a moment, he imagined that it was the exquisite half-oriental
bitch sucking his prick and that sent additional sensations of
excitement whirling through his loins.

Lily sensed her employer's throbbing reactions and began to suck at his
ever hardening cock a little harder, the tip of her small teeth digging
gently into the hard resisting flesh, leaving tiny white trails where
they had scraped the skin. God, she thought, he made her so happy, with
just his cock in her mouth and Lonny's magnificent thick prick pounding
into her seething vagina.

The ecstasy of the moment rose within her as she tried to suck with the
great dog's rhythm fucking into her from behind. Again, and again, and
again, the beast slammed into her, hard long strokes, his ever
thickening cock caressing the smooth inner-walls of her cuntal channel.
The pointed tip found its mark at her cervix, pummeling it hard, as it
thrust deeper and deeper up into her with increasing bliss. The room had
begun to swirl in a maze of delicious blinding, flashing colors,
blending with the galvanic shocks that were jolting through her soft,
white body to the core of her very soul.

She slipped her hands beneath Max's tense buttocks, cupping them in her
small palms, pulling his loins up tighter to her face. Her tongue wiped
around and around the swollen glans furiously, until Max Bovino felt it
pushing near the bursting point, while she took near all of his rigid
shaft as far back in her throat as was humanly possible.

Max wondered that the slut didn't choke, but she continued the maddening
sucking on and on, as if his cock was some sort of idol of adoration to
her. He thought of Susan Sheldon and all of the lewd things he intended
to subject her to. He thought of himself, the great Max Bovino, ex
Mafioso, retired to this hick-city by the brother hood because of his
blindness, ousted from his rightful place, denied millions of dollars
because of a stupid vial of acid... and vicious hatred and revenge,
mixed with sadistic anticipation caused great pools of heat to build in
the depths of his bloated balls, while he visualized her face working
above his sweating loins. He imagined the tiny rivulets of sweat rolling
in thin droplets from the sides of her body as she bucked over him like
a worshipper flipping into a religious spasm. The muscles of his
middle-aged stomach tightened until he was sure they would snap from the
pressure as he arched his back up out of the chair, shoving even further
between the moistness of her full lips.

Silk watched with lust-filled little eyes, his pants-front open now, and
his rock-hard cock in his hand, while Lily Vance's wet mouth clasped
greedily around his boss' thick white prick sawing upward into her
lovely salaciously contorted, face. Excitedly, he hammered at himself
and watched the thin, tensile rim of her lips clinging to the rod as
though held there by some unseen force. It was too much, the way the
bitch was sucking and licking the big-man's massive prick, as if it were
some phenomenon she'd never before had in her mouth, cupping and
squeezing at his inflated balls with both hands, white fluid seeping
from the corners of her mouth in tiny dribbles as she reveled in the
debasement of mouth-fucking him, a masochistic light gleaming in her
desire glazed eyes, while Launcelot's tongue hung loosely from his mouth
and he pounded into her waving ass from behind. Saliva dripped from the
animal tongue onto the coated film of sweat covering her back, and Silk
heard her begin to grunt and groan as he pumped harder at his own organ
and reached for the handkerchief in his pocket, a wild tingling
beginning to gnaw at his own testicles.

Max heard his own strangling noises forcing their way up from his lungs
through the tortured passages of his gullet. Shit, he was going to cum!
This was when he wished he could see! Godamn! He writhed his hips
furiously. He seemed to be standing on his head! He imagined her lovely
face working, the lips sucking, his prick throbbing, his body
straining... Now! NOW!

"Suck it you cunt! I'm cumming !" he choked gutturally at her. "Suck it
hard! Hard!"

He felt the needle-thin stream of white, hot sperm rush from his balls
along his shaft and squirt in never-ending streams into her receptive
throat as she gulped, swallowed, swallowed, gulped, greedily sucking on
and on in obvious frenzy while his great load continued to gush into her
mouth and his hands clutched at her head, pressing it hard down onto his
prick.

Lily thrust her ass back at the panting dog's beautifully expanded cock
buffeting into her in flamed passage. Every muscle in her body
contracted as she rose up and nearly fell to the side in an almost
epileptic attack of contraction. She gulped and sucked chokingly at
Max's jerking prick in her throat while the tiny sphincter muscle of her
asshole clenched and opened in sympathetic spasms. Her lush buttocks
flexed to tensed hardness when her orgasm hit. She gurgled a wailing
scream deep in her chest and the building pressure inside her unleashed
in the moment she had been waiting for.

Silk Weaver gaped at the sight with wild perverted lust as Lily's white
rounded buttocks began contracting uncontrollably, indicating the
orgiastic upheaval deep in her quivering belly, and he jumped from his
chair to get closer, his own lurching member getting ready to belch its
load into the handkerchief he held before its knob, its pulsating head
an angry purple from the pumping punishment of his clutching hand. Then,
he saw the thick white animal sperm oozing from the lips of her naked,
grasping cunt, pulling and milking at the prick of the dog, forming thin
trickles of the viscid fluid to run in obscene rivulets down the ivory
columns of her soft, inner thighs. Her backside glistened as the great
beast's rod lost its strength and slipped out of her with a hissing,
slurping sound, while his own climax racked his bony frame and the
nozzle of his prick jetted its emission into the waiting handkerchief.

Max Bovino let off a long sigh and he slumped into the softness of his
chair, his cock deflating in the slut's throat and mouth while she went
on gently nibbling and sucking at it, vacuuming every last drop of his
warm, slippery fluid, then licking him dry to his total satisfaction.
Finally, he pushed her away in disgust.

"All right, all right, for Christ's sake... get out of here, bitch," he
growled angrily. "Enough of you is too much. Get rid of her, Silk. She
makes me sick... and bring me a robe."

"Sure, Boss," the pitted-faced lieutenant said, tucking his own member
away and zipping up his pants.

He watched Lily slip into her robe and knot the belt around her slender
waist, at the same time trying to shake her hair into place with a
wagging gesture of her pretty head, carefully avoiding the scrawny man's
vicious little eyes. Then, he grasped her arm tightly and led her toward
the door of the luxurious fortress-like suite that made up the entire
third-floor of the DIAMOND DELL.

"Take your hands off me, snake!" she hissed at him under her breath, her
cringing hatred obvious in her narrowed, tear-dampened green-eyes.

Silk leered at her evilly "Cunt!" he whispered viciously between
clenched teeth. Then, at the door, he added: "He's just about had his
fill of you... then, it'll be my turn, bitch."

Lily's mouth fell slightly open as she realized what he'd said carried
an unwanted horrible ring of truth. She had sensed it this time, too!
Max was tiring of her! Dear God... and she'd let herself come to love
him! Wh-What was to happen to her then? N-Not this filthy reptile!
Never! She'd kill herself first

Silk made an almost viperish little laugh and plunged his hand inside
her wrap to clutch cruelly at her soft, rotund breast, squeezing and
twisting at the tender nipple brutally before she actually realized what
had happened. She gasped aloud, sucking in her breath sharply from the
pain.

"What the hell's going on?" Max shouted. "I told you to get me a robe
and get rid of that cunt!"

"Sure, Boss, right away," Silk said, grinning at her. Then, to Lily:
"Maybe tonight, bitch, eh? I'll come to your place after the show and
let you suck me."

"Never!" Lily rasped. "I'd die first!"

Silk shrugged. "Maybe that can be arranged too. Eh? Meantime, better get
to your dressing room with the rest of the pigs. You go on in a few
minutes."

"I-If you ever touch me, I'll tell him, Silk! I swear I will!" she
warned, her face twisted with loathing fear. "He'll kill you... !"

"We'll see," the thin man replied, his evil leer never leaving his
hawk-like face. "We'll see... won't we, baby..."

When he sat like that, staring off at nothing, his face almost a blank,
Max Bovino gave Silk Weaver little gremlins in his belly. Ordinarily,
you could see a guy's eyes and maybe figure some about what he was
thinking. With Max Bovino, those dead slugs jerking in his head behind
the dark glasses, you couldn't tell anything. He was expressionless.

Silk watched him, admiration for the handsome, broad- shouldered man in
his small eyes. He was the perfect cut of the big-time, all right, the
way he'd always pictured them, and just the manner he held his
martini-glass... you could tell... if you knew anything at all, you
could tell. Maybe, he was fifty... fifty-two, Silk wasn't sure, but one
thing... he'd been there, on top of the heap, before the godamned Boston
Fintzerwold mob had made runny grape-pulp out of his eyes. And he'd bet
his ass that Max had been tough... but then, the syndicate had put him
out to pasture, setting him up in this jerk-water city for old-times
sake when Max told them he'd picked a place... probably laughing up
their safety deposit boxes, but the big-boy knew what he was doing. In
less than a year, he fixed himself up strong, both politically and
socially, playing all the angles perfectly. Hell, all a guy had to do
was take a stroll through the casino during prime evening time to catch
the elite with a fistful of chips and agog-eyed over the fixed roulette
wheel... say nothing of the lawyers, judges, or city and state officials
eagerly tossing the shaved dice. The big-man greased the right palms.

It was a fucking joke, that's what it was, and Max Bovino was pocketing
the last laughs in healthy Swiss bank numbers. Not only that, but now
his boss was about to satisfy the biggest unwanted debt in his life...
the loss of his sight, and you had to give a guy credit for never giving
up. That was Max Bovino, all right: that was the big-man, himself. He
just wished that Max had listened to him before; then he would've had it
all... full portion. Instead, Max had been contented to wait, like a man
sipping rare- vintage wine, as he'd put it, just savoring the taste for
awhile before he guzzled down the whole godamned bottle. Anyway, that'd
cost him; now he was going to have to get his charge from a half-
bottle... Someone had already tapped the jug.

Silk swallowed at his scotch-soda and watched the big-man's blank face.
What the hell, he thought, he had no complaints. Max had dragged him out
of a New York gutter and lined his pockets with velvet, the way he'd
never dreamed. Sure, he was a stooge... so what? If Max said, shit... he
dropped his pants... and why not? The man paid. In the meantime, he,
Silvan Weaver, learned... and in two years a guy learned a hell of a lot
with Max Bovino for a teacher.

Booze, money, broads... what the hell else was there? He had 'em all; no
broken-down bitches either, but sweet, tender little cunts like Lily
Vance, once, the big-boy finished with them... and there wasn't much
question but what he'd had it with her, Silk felt certain. The stuck-up
little bitch, how she was going to wish she'd treated old Silk just a
little kinder before this night was over. He snickered to himself as he
thought of a few of the things he intended to do to her...

"What the devil are you simpering about, Silk?" Max snapped, without
looking in his direction. Lenny, harnessed, and at his master's feet,
growled in the scrawny man's direction at the mere tone of the
blind-man's voice.

"Nothing, Boss. I-I was just..."

"Shut up and listen to me. I want you to deliver a message, Max cut him
short. "Drive out to Quarrysite and tell that punk actor that I've
waited long enough. Tell him I'm giving him... say, seventy-two hours to
come up with the eighty-five grand he owes me... or I'm going to mount
his nuts over my mantelpiece. Tell him I don't like guys who welch on
their gambling debts and if you have to emphasize a few points, do it.
Understand?"

"Gotcha, Boss," Silk replied, grinning sadistically.

"But... don't rough him bad, eh?" Max added, leaning back and sipping at
his martini. "I don't want to louse anything up... I think I've got a
pretty one going here. Maybe you better take Lou and Burke with you."

"Sure thing, Boss. Whatever you say."

"What time is it?"

Silk glanced at the diamond-studded watch on his thin wrist. "Four," he
replied.

Max nodded and smiled. "Good. The Sheldon dame is due anytime."

"You want me here when she comes?" Silk questioned.

"No, that won't be necessary..." Then, on second thought "Yeah... maybe
for a few minutes, Silk. I want to taunt her a little. You can help me
there." He pondered momentarily. "You're sure about her playing around
with this Halo punk,

"Hell, yes, Silk answered. "No question about it. That's where he went
last night... to her new place downtown."

"Good! Beautiful! Couldn't be better," the big-man said, running a hand
over his heavy shock of greying, waved hair. He smiled to himself in his
darkened world, then, held out his empty glass. "Get me another drink."

Silk moved quickly, taking the empty glass to the bar and refilling it.
Max said to him: "Think maybe I'll let you have Lily, Silk. I don't
believe there'll be room for her on my schedule anymore... after I meet
Susan Sheldon, eh?" He chuckled lewdly to himself. "You like that?"

Silk swallowed tightly. "Sure... you bet I do, Boss. She's kind of... my
type... if you know what I mean."

"Yeah? Well... I knew there was something about her that disgusted me.
Come on, hurry with that drink for Chris'sake.

"Sorry, Boss," Silk said, placing it into his big hand. "Ahhhh... is
that official? I mean, like tonight, maybe... me and Lily?"

Max laughed, looking straight ahead at nothing. "Suit yourself, boy. The
cunt doesn't interest me any longer." He sipped at his drink. "Now...
tell me again what Susan Sheldon looks like... and don't forget her
kid..."


Chapter 3

Susan wasn't surprised at her nervousness; in fact, she had expected it.
She had spoken to Max Bovino only once before that morning on the
telephone, and that had been when she'd served him one evening in the
dining room. He customarily took his meals in his apartment and few of
the employees on the first-floor ever got to see him. She didn't know if
it was the same up in the casino, but imagined that it might be. His
operating staff was extremely efficient, everyone answerable to someone
else, just as she was subordinate to Mr. Blanchette, the Matre d', and
there seemed little need for any direct contact with his working people
by the blind owner.

Susan couldn't help but wonder if she was doing the right thing, not
going through channels, but calling him directly the way she had. After
all, if her being transferred upstairs didn't materialize, Mr.
Blanchette could make things unpleasant for going over his head. Well...
it was a little late to be thinking about that now, wasn't it? She'd
already made her move... and in five- minutes she was due for their
appointment. At least, the big, handsome man had sounded quite
receptive, not at all upset that she'd called him; she could only hope
and keep her fingers crossed. God knows, she needed the additional money
bad enough, with all of her plans for Nadine... and she could hardly
make ends meet now, as it was.

She drove the ancient modeled Ford a little faster than she liked to
with its smooth tires, speeding along Elmhurst Road toward the out
skirts of the city where the old and beautiful three- storied
plantation-type structure sat a half-mile back from the highway amidst
well-kept, breathtaking grounds of giant elms, maples and weeping willow
trees, along with fantastic gardens of flowers and shrubs. It had once
been the home of Elliot Thackery Parks, the original settler of
Parksburg, and when his last descendant, Anna Marie Parks, had passed
away at eighty-seven some two-years before, Max Bovino had managed to
acquire the property right out of the hands of the city fathers, who, as
rumor had it, intended to establish an historical shrine there.

Susan found herself smiling in thought. It was a wonder the magnificent
old place wasn't crawling with the enraged ghosts of its illustrious,
one time occupants... the use it had finally come to... with the
gambling, drinking, and nude dancing that took place in the casino. She
had never actually seen the dancing going on, but she'd heard stories of
its outright lewdness from the other waitresses, and she had seen some
of the beautiful dancers, such as Lily Vance. Not that she was any
prude, and she was well aware that bottomless-topless shows were all the
rage even in the beer taverns, but some of the antics, props and
performances that supposedly went on in entertainment of Parksburg's
elite jet-set was enough to cause any normal girl to blush.
Self-consciously, she felt her own cheeks flushing as she brought the
Ford to a halt in the parking area, checked her sparse makeup in the
rear-view mirror, then hopped out. Maybe it would be just as well if she
embarrassed herself more often... it added a little color to her face.
She was altogether too white-skinned anyway, she was thinking, as she
walked to the side entrance and nervously took the private elevator to
Mr. Bovino's apartment.

The enchanting luxury of his secluded and almost impregnable suite near
overwhelmed Susan. She had expected to view plush surroundings, but
nothing quite so elaborate and splendid. The man they called Silk, an
evilly lecherous, smirking individual, who invariably caused a cold
clamminess to creep over her whenever she saw him, met her at the door
and ushered her inside to a study-like room where the reputedly
notorious, blind owner sat in a huge leather chair, with his beautiful
and massive seeing-eye dog seated at his feet. Max Bovino was wearing an
expensive wine-colored, satin dressing-gown with very little obviously
beneath it, the matted greying hair on his powerful chest in plain view
above the crossed black lapels of his robe. He wore bedroom slippers,
his feet propped on a large ottoman, and she saw his hairy, naked legs
almost to his muscular thighs before she caught herself, jerking her
eyes up to his handsome, square face that seemed to be gazing off
blankly at nothing.

"This is her, Boss... Susan Sheldon," Silk said, his small eyes raking
her up and down licentiously.

"Well... how do you do, Susan," Max Bovino greeted in his guttural
voice, his chin high and not facing her. "Come over here and sit in this
chair near me where we can talk."

"Th-Thank you," Susan managed, astonished and embarrassed at her
employer's near-nakedness, as well as frightened by Silk Weaver's
salacious little eyes that continued to undress her. Somehow, she folded
down onto the edge of the chair that rested by the ottoman, facing the
blind man, and she was near enough to reach down and pet Launcelot's
great head. This, she did, to the animal's seeming delight. "What a
beautiful dog," she said. "What's his name?"

"Sir Launcelot, but we call him Lonny," Max Bovino replied. "He
evidently likes you... other wise he would've growled when you petted
him."

Susan looked up quickly at the big-man, wondering how he had known that
she had touched the animal, and as if he'd anticipated her unasked
question, he said: "My hearing, my taste, my touch... all of a
blind-man's remaining senses form an alliance and work together to
compensate for the loss of his sight." He smiled, showing handsome,
square white teeth. "The doctors told me that, Susan... but I figure it
to be instinct. Anyway, what can I do for you?"

Silk had walked to a chair dropping into it off to her right, and
without looking in his direction, Susan knew that he was still mentally
stripping the clothes from her body. She had to steel her self to keep
from jumping up and running from the room... then, Max Bovino shifted
his muscular body in the chair and from where she sat she could actually
see his flaccid genitals, exposed to her shocked eyes beneath the partly
opened dressing gown! Good Lord! She had never felt so embarrassed in
her life...

"Well... ?" Max pressed. "You didn't come here just to pay me a social
visit, did you, Susan?" He chuckled. "Not that I don't appreciate pretty
visitors, you understand... eh, Silk?"

The scrawny man snickered lewdly. "You bet, Boss... and she's a pretty
one, all right... a real China-doll."

Susan stared from one to the other, completely taken aback by their
sudden and unexpected remarks. She hardly knew whether to regard them as
affrontive or not... the whole unbelievable scene... his sitting there
before her exhibiting his naked organs with a seeming unawareness or was
he unaware? Where was that alliance of senses he'd just spoken of? And
this other slimy creature with his lust-filled eyes and obscene smile.

Dear God... what had she walked into?

"P-Perhaps, I've made a mistake," Susan heard herself say as she got to
her feet. "I can find my own way out, Mr. Bovino.

"Just a minute," Max snapped, leaning forward in his chair. "Let's not
be in any godamned rush, Mrs. Sheldon, eh? People who come to see me
don't leave until I say so. It isn't polite... if you know what I mean.
Okay?"

Momentarily, Susan felt her breath hitch in her throat. Silk had gotten
to his feet and walked over behind her... between the door and herself.
She had no idea what was happening, but something had suddenly taken a
wrong turn. She stared at the blind-man, her lips slightly parted
forebodingly. Finally, she managed to say: "I- I don't under understand,
Mr. Bovino."

The big-man lay back and once more she could see his large, limp male
member hanging down to the cushion of the chair over his hair-covered
testicles and she swallowed in red-faced disconcertion.

"You work downstairs in the dining room, don't you?" he questioned.

"Y-Yes, I do."

"How long you been there?"

"Over a year... some fourteen months," she replied, running her tiny
tongue over the delicate line of her upper lip habitually.

"Humph... while your husband was still alive, eh?" Before he killed
himself, that right?" Max tossed at her.

His words bore an acridness that seemed unnecessary to Susan, yet, he'd
said nothing wrong. She answered with an affirmative nod of her head,
then remembered that he couldn't see. "Y-Yes," she said, "He's only been
dead two-months."

"What the hell did he kill himself for?" the blind-man questioned.
"Yellow, or something?"

Susan gaped at him in amazed spontaneous rage. I-I beg your pardon?
Lis-Listen to me, Mr. Bovino, I-I didn't come here to be insulted or to
have the memory of my husband insulted either!" she spat, tears,
clouding her eyes. "Now, if you'll tell this... this creep behind me to
get out of my way, I'll leave here..."

Max began to laugh uproariously, and as he laughed, Susan could see his
huge flaccid member between his hairy thighs jiggle with the effort.
Then, he said: "You hit it right on the head, sweetheart... creep. I
like that, Silk." He continued to laugh while the scrawny man's eyes
narrowed menacingly. Susan turned to read the hatred there and cringed
before them, immediately sorry that she'd lost her self-control. Then,
the big-man said: "But you're not going anyplace yet, Baby... not 'til
you and me finish our business. Now, come back here and sit down... if
you want that job."

Once more, Max Bovino lay back in his chair, his crotch completely
exposed now, and Susan stared at him in utter disbelief. She had
convinced herself that he was entirely aware of his displayed genitals,
and perhaps in some obscene way was satisfying a sexual craving, much as
any exhibitionist... But if she could get the job... this was the
important thing to her... certainly, she'd seen masculine organs in
every state they could assume... whatever he was trying to accomplish
for himself, sensual or otherwise, she'd be a fool to turn and run. God
knows, she needed that job; she had to think of Nadine! Her sweet
darling was all that counted... Slowly, she walked back to the chair and
seated herself, trying desperately to avert her eyes from his great,
limp member.

"A-All right, Mr. Bovino... I'm here," she said evenly. "And, and I'd
like to be moved upstairs in the casino to work."

"Hmmm, I see. In what capacity?"

"Cocktail waitress."

"Why?"

"I need the additional money," Susan replied. "I have to make more than
a hundred dollars a week, and that's all I can earn in the dining room."

The big-man nodded his head in supposed understanding. "What do the
cocktail-girls make?"

"Sometimes, a hundred-and-fifty."

Max Bovino massaged his square chin with a big hand while Susan
struggled to keep her level of vision away from his completely exposed
loins. For a moment, she thought she heard Silk sniggering behind her,
but she didn't dare to turn and see for certain. Let the foul pervert
revel in his obscene world, and this lurid man along with him... if she
could gain what she'd come for, that's all she wanted...

"How about three-hundred-and fifty a week for starters, Susan?" Max said
suddenly. "Does that sound like a figure that might interest you?"

"Wh-What... ? Th-Three hundred and..." Susan repeated, his words making
no sense what ever to her. "Y-You mean, three-hundred- and-fifty
dollars... ? Every week?"

"Just for starters, Baby," Max said, grinning. "And as you progress, so
does the loot."

Something had to be radically wrong. She was certain that she'd heard
him correctly, yet, the figure he'd quoted was absolutely too
far-fetched for any cocktail waitress.

"Well?"

"I-I... just don't understand, Mr. Bovino...

He grinned, but he was looking more over her head than at her. "Tell me,
Baby," he said, "does my cock scare you?"

He might have had Silk Weaver strike her on the head, or the dog attack
her... dear God, she was certain that the shock wouldn't have been
greater than his words!

"Well... why the hell don't you answer?" he snapped. "Does my bare cock
and balls hanging there before your eyes frighten you? Answer me!"

"M-My God! Y-You're sick!" Susan heard her self exclaim, the sound of
the lewd words he had used still racing wildly through her brain. "You
have to be! Wh-What do you think I am, any way? Some filthy slut off the
street that you can drag in here and subject...

"I didn't drag anybody in here, Baby!" Max growled viciously. "Now, you
just get that in your little head, eh? You came to me! You're asking the
favors! You need the money! Now... godamn you... I'm going to see that
you get it... but you're going to earn it, every dime of it... right
downstairs in the casino dancing bare-assed, Sweetheart, for all of my
high-paying guests... dancing and fucking yourself with the dildos and
anything else I can dream up, while the whole godamned world watches...
otherwise," he leaned forward until Susan could see the flecks of
enraged spittle at the corners of his mouth, "other wise... I'm going to
hang your actor-lover, Jamey Halo, right up by his prick... then, feed
that lush-assed daughter of yours to my lieutenant... Mr. Weaver, here!
Now, how does that program strike you, Baby?"

Susan nearly fell sideways off the chair from the mental force of his
unbelievable word-filth, let alone their horrifying meaning. She tried
to get to her feet, but her head was reeling... the room spun before
her, and faintly, she heard her self cry out as little animalish
whimpers seemed to sweep up from the floor and envelope her into
darkness.

She might have remained unconscious for five minutes, Susan wasn't
certain. But as her senses reached her, she lay unmoving and listened.
It began to return and the voices in the room was easier than
acknowledging the nausea that was trying to overpower her. She lay
deathly still on the davenport where someone had lifted her... probably
Silk, and she shuddered at the thought, her eyes closed, her ears
wide-open to every syllable they spoke. Dear God, she thought in
mounting terror, somehow, she had placed her self and all of her
loved-ones in unbelievable danger. But why? Why... ?

"Tell me again what she looks like, Silk," Max Bovino's guttural voice
came to her. "And tell me good."

"Hell, Boss, she's absolutely a dream. Of course, I ain't seen her naked
yet, but she's got the most beautiful face you ever pictured."

"You said there was some oriental strain there," the big-man put in
anxiously. "I always went for them godamned slant-eyes. They say that
they're taught how to please a man from the time they learn to walk.
Hurry up, tell me, has she got that look?"

"Yeah... shit, like a goddess or something. Tiny bones in her face and
hands, and great big almond shaped, dark, slanting eyes... skin like
white tissue-paper... you can see the tiny blue veins right through it.
And long, shiny black hair that hangs almost to her ass, Boss, only
she'd got it all piled up on top for working in the dining-room. Christ!
Her tits stick right out straight... firm, full ones, too, and I've
never seen such legs in my fucking life... I mean, what I can see of
'em... honest, Boss, never! But I could tell you better if you'd let me
strip her...

"No! I told you no, damnit! She'll take her own clothes off!" Max
barked. "She'll take 'em off and be godamned glad to! She'll fuck and
suck me and be godamned glad to! Because she belongs to me, Silk, you
understand? In place of these eyes that husband of hers and his brother
took from me that night in Boston! Damn little to pay for a man's eyes,
but it's the best I can get... she and her daughter... and I intend to
have 'em both!"

"What about Halo?" Susan's whirling brain registered Silk Weaver's
question as she tried to control her emotions with the sheer panic that
was rapidly building inside her. Mother of God... She had to keep her
wits! "You want me to take care of him now, Boss?"

"No... I've changed my mind. First, I want to see how she reacts. If
she's agreeable... plays along, then, maybe I'll give Halo a break.
Hell, I don't need his eighty-five grand; I just don't like a welsher is
all. He'll pay eventually... and come back to gamble some more... those
suckers always do. But... if she doesn't play ball, then, you go work
the TV genius over, and good, you hear?"

"Yeah, Boss. I hear."

Susan could no longer keep her eyes closed, but the full horrible
meaning of their dialogue was yet to be inscribed clearly in her
fear-stricken mind. She felt the muscles of her stomach tense and a
clamminess creep the length of her spine as the blind, ex-mobster said:
"You know something, Silk? This doll moves me. I like her sexy voice...
and Lonny took to her right away. If... I say, if... she treats me
right, well... hell, I might even set her up here with me. She's got
class, all right, I can tell 'em when they got class. But I can't
imagine how that punk she married ever reached her... Look, how is she,
anyway? She ought to be coming around by now.

Susan might have screamed, but she was too frightened and qualmish of
stomach to raise a sound. Instead, she looked in wide- eyed trepidation
up at the leering, hawk-like face of Silk Weaver.

"Yeah... the little. bird's woke up, Boss," the thin man advised, his
small, lecherous eyes crawling over her once more with lust-filled
hunger. "Only, she looks like she might've seen a ghost or something...

"Shut up," the big-man ordered, getting to his feet and tightening his
robe about him.

Without looking directly at him, Susan saw Max take hold of Lonny's
harness, the trained animal immediately moving erect to guide its master
across the room to where she lay near petrified with ever-growing,
dreaded fear.

"Get her a brandy," Max said to his lieutenant, standing a few feet off
and looking down in her general direction. "So... how long you been
awake?"

It seemed an effort to speak, but finally she managed: "I-I don't know."

"You been listening to us talk?"

"N-No..."

"You're lying... but it doesn't make any difference," Max said,
gutturally. "How d'you feel?"

"Sick. I must... must've fainted..."

"You did," said Max. Then, to Silk: "Hurry with that brandy."

Slowly, Susan raised up and swung her feet to the floor, her head
whirling like a pool of water being sucked down a drain, her stomach a
nauseous void of knotted emptiness. For a moment, she feared that she
would retch, then Silk brought the brandy and she sipped at it, the
amberish liquid burning her mouth and throat as she swallowed... bracing
her almost immediately as its warmth spread through her belly, reviving
her strength. Her mind raced desperately as she continued to feign
weakness.

Dear God in heaven! What kind of a nightmare is this? It can't be
happening... it just can't! Nothing makes sense... They're mad... sex
perverts... that's it! I've got to get out of here... some way...
somehow... get to the police... If only the other man weren't here... I
might have a chance with Max Bovino's blindness.

It was probably a useless tactic, Susan thought, looking up at the blind
ex-Mafioso, but she'd begun to cling at straws. She said: "Must he stay
here? My God, his eyes are like wet eels crawling over me... Please...
make him leave

Max Bovino grinned as he stood very erect, looking off at nothing. "You
heard her, Silk, get out.

"But, Boss... ?" the pitted-faced one protested, his vicious eyes
narrowing savagely and spitting their venomous rage at Susan.

"I said scram! Beat it! Split, damnit!" Max growled. "The doll and I
want a little privacy, understand?"

He obeyed, but not before he'd bestowed one last hate-filled grimace in
her direction. Then, when they were alone, Max moved forward with
Lonny's precise assistance, and seated himself on the davenport beside
her, some two-feet separating them.

"I know you heard just about everything we had to say, Baby," Max said,
matter-of-factly. "The average fainting spell lasts a minute, maybe two,
and sometimes three... you laid here for damn near ten. My instincts are
wild, Doll." He grinned, not unhandsomely. "You listened... and I wanted
you to... now, you're going crazy inside, eh? You even figured if I sent
Silk away that you might be able to make a break for it. Right?" He
chuckled. "Well now... hear me good, Susie-girl... I say one word to Sir
Launcelot, here, and he'd be right at your throat. You couldn't get
across the room. On the other hand, should you decide to belt me with
something, or try any other little trick, I wouldn't have to say that
word... he'd tear you apart. Is that all nice and clear?"

Susan shuddered and looked down at the massive animal lying obediently
at it's master's feet, while Max's deep, menacing voice quickly
shattered her crude plan. Subconsciously, she raised the remainder of
the brandy to her lips and drained it, once more, welcoming its reviving
warmth in her trembling belly. Dear God... what now?

"Why... why are you doing this to me?" she heard her voice question.
I-I've never hurt you, Mr. Bovino."

"No...," he interrupted. "No, you haven't but your husband's brother
did! Luke Sheldon... he took a contract from a man named Gruen
Fintzerwold for $5000... not to kill me... that wouldn't been too
merciful... but to blind me with a vial of acid, which he did. And that
night, Sweetheart, your husband, Cal Sheldon, drove the car for him...

"No! No, you're insane! Cal? My God, he could never do such a thing!"
Susan gasped at him and his unbelievable accusations. "He had his
faults, but... but, dear God, he'd never take part in such a horrible
thing..."

"Shut up and listen!" he barked savagely at her. "You think I'm a fool?
Oh no, Baby. I know what I'm talking about. There were witnesses -
guests in my home who saw and described the attacker as Luke Sheldon, a
small time hood; then, there was a little squealer in the Finzterwold
mob whose tongue babbled more and more everytime we broke a finger or
toe, then hacked it off with a meat-cleaver. There's something about
that particular treatment, Doll, that makes a man tell things he never
realized he remembered."

"Oh, my... my God!" Susan exclaimed, her stomach revulsing at the mere
thought of such horror. "Y-You're a mad man... !"

"And worse!" he added, cutting short her words. "But with damn good
reason, Baby... the very best in the world..." He raised both hands and
pointed toward his eyes, his mouth twisted cruelly. "These!"

Susan stared at him; he hadn't removed his glasses and she hoped he
wouldn't. She could only imagine the hideous sight they concealed

"Now," he went on, "I want you to remember a winter's night in 1954...
Boston... you lay in a hospital bed. Think. January 6th... think, Baby,
think!"

She didn't have to think. The date struck an immediate chord... it was
Nadine's birthday! She had lain alone in her pain... Cal had gone
somewhere; she, the nurses... no one knew where... then, she had
delivered... Twenty- four hours later, he'd dragged her from her bed,
his face pale and twisted in a panic that had never seemed to leave him
again, and they'd raced through the night while she had held their
infant girl tight to her breast... Oh... oh God, no, no, no!

"My instinct tells me that you're convinced at last," said Max in a low,
guttural voice. "But now, you're beginning to wonder why you should have
to pay for what that lousy bastard you were married to, did. Right?"

"Y-You must believe me, I had no idea," Susan said, her voice hardly
audible in her shock. "I-I swear it..."

"Maybe," said Max, unmoved. "I wouldn't know about that... nor do I give
a damn. But I've already made one mistake, and I don't intend to make
another. When I found Cal Sheldon, I should've taken care of him right
then, instead of just sitting here dreaming about all the satisfaction I
was going to get out of watching him suffer, once I decided the most
painful way to kill him... Now, the bastard's dead... killed himself...
cheated me... Maybe, he was even wise to my being after him... I don't
know that for sure, either... but I do know this much, Baby, you're not
going to get away from me... not unless you want your luscious little
girl to wind up on the end of Silk Weaver's ugly prick, or your
lover-boy, Halo's, balls served up to you on a platter."

Susan stiffened as if she had been submerged in ice-water. Her mouth
fell loosely open and her eyes widened in horrified disbelief, his
casual use of the foul words and abominable threats knifing through her
as she began to realize his appalling, vindictive sincerity and her own
helplessness against him. Dear God, she would willingly give her life to
protect her baby, and... and yes, even to save Jamey... but...

"Wh-What has Jamey Halo done to you?" she questioned, unsteadily.

"He owes me," Max replied. "Eighty-five grand he lost on my tables and
now he's welshing. I always collect what's coming to me, Doll... one way
or another. Somebody's got to pay. It's the way I was brought up."

"Jamey Halo is just a boy. He's only nineteen, not even legally of age,"
Susan tried. "You can't hold him to..."

"That's why I'm holding you instead, Sweet-heart," Max snapped, cutting
her short. "Not that I give a damn how old he is; he'll pay, or else...
But you see, I know how it is between you and him." He broke into a
slow, lewd grin. "Looks like you were educating that cock of his behind
your husband's back all the time you were living on his estate."

Susan felt her face flushing in confused, frightened anger. "That's a
lie." she spat. "There's never been anything like that between Jamey and
me."

Max Bovino shrugged, still grinning. "Good," he said. "I don't like
other men fucking my women anyway."

He went on spewing his foul language, the very sound of the vile words
she had hardly, if ever, heard uttered before, sending waves of shocked
repulsion racing through her brain; but mostly, was she cringing from
his flagrant claim upon her... his woman! Dear God...

Just a few things I want you to remember," Max Bovino was saying to her,
and she found herself listening with fearful attention. "I'll let you go
on living where you are until I make up my mind for certain about you.
But you'll see no more of that punk, Halo, 'cause if you do, then I'll
have to send Silk and a couple of boys to pay him a visit... one that
I'm sure he won't forget right away. Meantime, you be nice and I'll let
his debt ride awhile... give him a chance to raise the money. Clear?"

"I-I hear you... but..."

"There's no godamned buts, Doll," he snapped, leaning forward angrily.
"Not if you know what's good for you and all concerned, eh?" He paused a
moment, as if waiting for his warning to sink in, then "As for your
kid... she'll be safe. No one will harm her; I promise that. Besides,
she'll win that contest Monday night... and don't rack your brain
wondering how I know about it... because I sponsored it." he chuckled.
"A little civic promotion goes a long ways in a burg like this. Just
take my word for it, your little Nadine will cop all the ribbons, plus
the five-grand cash that goes with it... Now... does that please you?"

Susan couldn't help the one elating feeling his last few statements sent
through her. Even if the contest was rigged, she didn't care as long as
Nadine was the winner... and all of that money... With that she could
get her away from here, out of their evil reach! Somehow, she would
con-tact Jamey; he would help!

"Now, for you, my little China-doll," he said, grinning. licentiously,
"you're basic function will be to satisfy my sexual needs and wants,
eh?"

Susan didn't answer; she couldn't speak; but with every passing second
the vague realization that she was trapped was becoming more and more
evident to her. It was either she, herself... or both Nadine and
Jamey... and undoubtedly her in the end, too. Dear God, what could she
do? who could she turn to? There was no one... and she was not fool
enough to believe that she could go to the police with such a story. No
crime had been committed... not yet... and after, it would be too
late...

"Wh-What else do you expect of me?" Susan questioned, hardly believing
the sound of her own voice.

Max Bovino smiled delightedly. "You'll dance downstairs in the casino,"
he said. "You'll be my new star and I'll call you... Su... Su Lyn, the
China-Doll... yeah, I like that... Su Lyn, the China-Doll. But you won't
perform any of the fuck stuff... that is, as long's you please me. We'll
leave that for the other cunts. You'll just do a nice sexy dance that'll
make every male in the joint walk around with a hard on, eh?"

Even with all of the foul and vile things he was saying to her, plus the
lascivious performance he expected her to give right in public and
before people she knew, Susan couldn't help the near- prurient
sensations his deep voice sent through her as he casually spoke the lewd
four-letter words and visualized the graphic scene each one depicted in
her brain. Good Lord, what was happening to her, anyway? She was
actually losing her abhorrence of him! Or was it her baby's future, and
both Nadine's and Jamey's safety that she realized she was purchasing
with her own body, giving her the courage and strength to go on with it.

"And now, my little lotus-blossom," he said, reaching down and petting
Lonny's massive head, "I want to see you... naked." He grinned
salaciously. "Kind of an... audition, we'll call it, eh? After all, I
can't very well give you top-billing until I see what you look like, now
can I?"

Susan gave a little start, his use of the word - forgetting the
licentiousness of his, now, lust-filled expression - but, his very use
of the word see, surprising her. It also instigated a new confidence
that she welcomed within, for in God's holy name, she could never simply
undress before him, or any man, except her dead and buried Cal... not
with the blas' wantonness she knew he expected. But the fact that he
could not see her, she realized, was even going to make this possible.

Slowly, she got to her feet. She was wearing a white blouse and her
black waitress skirt. She must think of what she was doing as if she
were alone in the room, perhaps at home in her own bedroom... and she
was doing it for Nadine... for Jamey. Her slender fingers went to the
buttons of her blouse and began to unbutton them. She looked down into
the great dog's deep brown eyes that were staring up at her. Max Bovino
had not moved, but she knew that he was aware of her every movement.

Suddenly, he said: "Come over here closer, baby... I want to get used to
having you near me."

Hesitantly, but forcing herself, Susan responded, moving within his
reach. Then, she felt his big hand on her leg beneath her skirt, but
only an inch or so above her nylon covered knee. She steeled herself to
his touch, visualizing the beautiful face of Nadine in her mind... then,
she removed her blouse.

He said in an unbelievable soft, deep voice: "Are you scared?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I-I've never done this for any man before... only Cal, my husband."

She saw his pleased, lusty smile, and the unwanted realization of his
handsomeness became more evident. Then, with the tiny galvanic
sensations rippled through her once more, and it was almost as if she
wished he could see her.

"Can you dance?"

"A little."

"That's all you need. They won't be looking at your ability... only at
that luscious body," he said, his tongue slipping out to lick at his
lips. "That's the way men are, Doll, we like to see our women naked.

"See?" Susan repeated. She couldn't resist the temptation to taunt him.
She had stripped to her panties and bra, her hose and shoes, and now she
stood before him, hands moving to rest on her full, rounded hips, her
pretty mouth twisted cruelly as she stared down at him.

"That's right, Doll," he half-hissed, coming slowly to his feet before
her, only inches away. "Except with me, I have that alliance of senses
remember? I see with my hands..."


Chapter 4

When Max Bovino's huge hands reached out and touched the smooth white
flesh of her slender waist, Susan felt her knees momentarily buckle. She
hadn't anticipated a blind-man's tactile eye sight, and the shock of his
hot flesh upon her near-naked body almost sent her into a second faint;
yet, somehow, she managed to shake the giddiness and kept from toppling,
while with unbelievable gentleness, he passed his fingertips over her
silken, ivory-skin, upward along her arms and across her shoulders to
her long, swanlike neck.

"Christ!" he gasped, his breath hot in her face. "You are beautiful!
Hell, yes... beautiful!" He let the ends of his fingers trace the small
bone contours of her facial features, while she stood immobile, hardly
able to breathe beneath the grazing feel of his surprisingly stimulating
hands. "You... you're live velvet... so smooth... so soft," he hissed,
then he was moving behind her, his big hand on her shoulder as if to
guide him, while simultaneously he untied the belt of his robe.

Susan felt his arms slip around her waist as she remained stone-still,
with her flimsy panties and bra, garter belt and hose, her last useless
protection. Then, he kissed her soft, naked shoulder and his hands
smoothed over the little bowl of her satiny, white belly, while she
shuddered with an uncontrollable, and unwanted sensation of delight.

"Let me do the rest," he whispered, his hands moving up behind her to
unhook her bra, then, slipping beneath her arms to her large, full,
pointed breasts, his great hands sliding beneath to cup upward and lift
them as cool air brushed teasingly against her unleashed nipples that
burst into hard, berry-like solidness.

Susan couldn't resist the overwhelming urge to lay her head back against
his powerful shoulder, and though she realized the almost wantonness of
the submissive act, she satisfied her conscience in knowing she was
doing it for Nadine and Jamey... and gently, she pressed her buttocks
back inside his opened robe, to force his, now, long, thick hardness up
against his own belly with the upper portions of their round fullness.

Oh God! What am I doing? I'm nothing but a but a sluttish whore! Letting
him do these things to me... even wanting him to! But his hands...
they're as gentle as a child's... I-I can't help it... and I've got to
think of my baby... of Jamey... it's all for them! It is! it is!

Susan's breath caught in her throat as he massaged and kneaded, stroked
and caressed her naked, palpitating breasts, pinching at the tiny, hard,
cherry-nipples and rolling them between his fingers, causing new wild
sensations to jolt excitedly through her whole body. Then, he was gently
drawing her panties down over her buttocks and hips from behind and she
closed her eyes and raised her head in the intoxicating delight that was
enveloping her... his lips suddenly and wetly kissing each of her soft
white buttocks, making her tremble... until, at last, as she stood
there, her brain swirling in the erotic madness that was rapidly gaining
control of her too-long, love-starved body, she felt him spread her
buttocks apart with his hands, and the worming hot dampness of his
tongue burrowing into the cleft of her soft, quivering behind... finally
licking from the bottom of the smooth white crevice to its top and
following right up her back until he stood once more with his arms
around her.

Christ! What a delicious creature, he thought. Silk was right for once
in his useless life. Of all the women he'd ever fucked, this one was
unquestionably the most beautiful... the most desirable. She'd rock them
in the casino... but he wasn't going to make any filthy cunt out of her
before their horny eyes. No dildos... none of that. She was his! Maybe,
he'd even drape her in some gauzy see-through costume... Yeah, tease
'em. That was the idea... Jesus, she was luscious! How he wished to
Christ he could see her... really see her!

He had forced the long thick length of his aching cock downward as he
moved in close behind her, insinuating it between the soft voluptuous
globes of her beautiful ass, while his hands reached around to clutch at
her firm, rotund breasts, then... he pressed her forward to the
davenport, removing his robe, his massive rod cleaving the air before
him like a great, frightening bowsprit.

Susan didn't resist; she'd gone this far... already sold herself to all
pretense and purpose, so why fight it now? And truly, whatever she had
thought of this man only a short time before, for some unfathomable
reason it was no longer the same inside her. Just the touch of his
gentle hands had more than converted her... it had rekindled all of the
want and need she had loyally, if stupidly, struggled against within her
unfulfilled, hungry body. Yet, she couldn't deny the unbelievable
immoralness of her actions, either... not fighting his lustful
attentions, but rather, accepting them with growing desire... even
finding justification in the fact that at least he was a man, not a
boy... and the sight of his huge heavy-veined cock wouldn't let her
forget that.

She found herself dropping to the davenport obediently and laying back
as he eased down beside her, his handsome, masculine face opposite her
own in his hidden world of darkness, and of a sudden, her heart went out
to him. She rolled toward him on the limited space of the furniture-
piece and he stretched out against her as her arms wrapped around him
and she waited to be kissed. He did, smashing his tongue between her
tender lips, into her mouth and throat, his one huge hand traversing
over her breast and down her side, across her belly, finally reaching
the moist velvetness of her vibrant, sensitive vaginal split, toying
momentarily in the sparse raven-black pubic hair, then, searchingly
discovering her already excited, erect clitoris. He tweaked it and she
gasped into his mouth. He pinched it and she repeated the gasp, then he
ran his fingers down through the damp, sensitive, raw flesh to the small
opening of her vagina, and while he tongue-fucked into her delicious,
receptively sucking mouth, he slipped his middle finger up into the
moist quivering passage.

Susan moaned uncontrollably. "Oooooohhhh... Godddd!"

How long had it been since she'd known erotic happiness? She couldn't
remember. But one thing was certain, she couldn't recall it ever being
like this! She just couldn't... ! Her whole being had seemingly come
alive with a seething, sexual desire. His wonderful hands were setting
her right off into space! She couldn't even imagine a moral sense of
right or wrong! Ooooh God,... it was beautiful! Had she ever known
anything to compare? Who was this man making love to her... the devil,
himself? And then, his finger was slipping smoothly in and out of her
rapidly dilating passage, and a wave of new exciting sensations rippled
over her flesh.

Oh... ohhhhh! I'm lost... my God! His finger is like a soothing balm
inside my cunt... and I've needed it so bad and for so long... I'm a
bitch! That's what I am! Nothing but a slut-whore... but I don't care...
I don't! Forgive me, Nadine baby... forgive me, Jamey... Oh God, please
forgive me!

He was slithering down her body, rolling her gently onto her back, the
dark-shades concealing his eyes like a vicious curse upon him... a curse
that her own husband had helped inflict! Her eyes dampened, she wanted
to cry. Lord in heaven, she owed him more than she could ever repay him!
Cal's sin was on her shoulders! She stared at his strong, masculine
body, watching the powerful muscles of his arms, shoulders and chest
ripple as he half-lifted himself and spread her thighs, then crawled
slowly between them, his handsome face hovering just above her moist and
excited loins.

The room had fallen into late-afternoon, semi-darkness, and Susan felt
almost as if she were in his unseeing world, her mind glazed in its
rapture. She felt the large flat palms of his warm hands pressing
against the softness of her inner-thighs, moving them wide apart, and
her breath bubbled in her chest as she waited with mounting desire for
what she hoped would happen next.

"Oooohhhhhh..." she lurched and groaned, as his hot, moist lips closed
over the puffy little mound at the base of her belly. Then, she sensed
wet, taunting kisses being lavished on the hair- lined slit of her
aroused vagina... much more gentle and desirable kisses than Cal had
ever administered in his selfish, tormenting approach... delightful,
tantalizing kisses on the closed tingling lips of her, now, feverish
cunt, kisses that suddenly she realized she would willingly sell her
soul for... and his tongue gently parted the pubic hair and began to
flick snakelike at the delicate, quivering opening.

Every muscle in her body seemed to react at the heavenly pleasurable
licking of her still-closed vaginal lips, while uncontrollable moans of
ecstasy tumbled from her lovely mouth.

Dear God... don't stop... don't stop, you wonderful lover! All of my
life I've waited for this... not really knowing it... and now, you've
come to fulfill me with it! Oh... please don't stop... please... please?
I don't care what, or who, you are... just don't stop!

Nothing else mattered; insane electric-like jolts were setting her whole
body aglow with tingling, needle-like prickles of carnal enchantment And
then, as if her limbs were being controlled by a remote brain, she felt
her hands moving down over her sensuously throbbing breasts, the
smoothness of her stomach, and coming teasingly to rest on either side
of her cunt-lips. She could hear him breathing where she lay, and felt
his hot breath against her soft pubic hair. Slowly, deliberately, she
spread the fleshy, hair sprinkled flanges of her feminine aperture open
to him with delicate fingers, her hands grazing the cheeks of his face
as he lowered to her and drew his hot, moist tongue up through the
sensitive, exposed pink flesh of her flowered cunt.

Again, Susan gasped, moaned and twitched beneath him. He sensed the
movements of her beautiful head, tossing back and forth as his spearing
tongue shot out once more, its smooth flicking tip circling her
quivering, rigid clitoris. He sucked, drawing the warm, soft folds of
her inner labia deep into the hot cavern of his mouth, while his tongue
continued its moral-shattering licking against the tiny nerve plexus
between her magnificent legs.

Oh God! I'm lost... lost! Nothing can ever take the place of this... of
him! I know it! I'm certain of it! I'll... I'll do anything he tells me!
I will! I will! Oh... oh... oh... !

She groaned throatily, sounds that were originating deep in her chest,
while the hot probing tip of his tongue worked its way up and down the
delectable length of her narrow damp slit, starting at the lower belly
and slithering its way down, down over the elastic-like rimmed opening
of her now gently clasping vagina, and into the crevice of her
involuntarily flexing buttocks. She felt his hands move down to the
backs of her knees that were splayed out obscenely wide on either side
of him, then raise and press them up over her body so that the kneecaps
touched her desire wracked breasts, exposing the white flat plane of her
magnificently displayed loins to his eager mouth.

"Oh... beautiful... beautiful!" she whimpered at the lewd depravity he
was subjecting her to, and at her own over-powering animalism as he
flicked his tongue into the tight little puckered hole of her anus,
reveling in the erotic sensations it brought her. Truly, dear God...
truly, he had aroused all of the latent wanton bitch within her, she had
ever possessed! If there had been any shame or humiliation before, it
had long since been overcome with the licentious excitement flooding
through her whole being! She was in heaven... or was it hell? So? So...
? She never wanted him to stop! Never... never!

Max could hardly believe it! His stuck-up, cold-nosed, little China-Doll
had seemingly gone smack assed to pieces, moaning and writhing beneath
his slaving tongue in uncontrollable ecstasy. Christ, she tasted like
some delicious nectar of the gods, themselves. In his most warped and
sensual dreams, he could never have imagined anything, or anyone, so
delectable. It was fantastic! And the way she was giving herself to
him... without the least struggle... Shit! Every broad had a hidden hot
streak that set her off once you found it... but this gorgeous creature
was beyond belief! She was like some godamned nympho who'd suddenly been
relieved of a chastity belt! She was out of her mind in sexual lust...
and she was driving him even further out of his! Hell, there was no
question... she was his own private piece from now on... forever, may
be! Christ, his cock ached like someone had been beating on it with a
hammer, he thought, as he ground it into the cushion, feeling her soft,
damp pubic hair and wet cunt lips brushing tantalizingly against his
cheeks, a tremendous feeling of power sweeping over him.

He'd never had any doubts but what he was going to fuck her... subject
her to any and every indecency he could think of to help satisfy his
bitter, revenge-filled hate of that bastard- husband of hers who'd
cheated him out of his vendetta, but it'd never occurred to him that she
wouldn't fight off his advances in shame... that she'd be such a hot
little bitch, squirming under his tongue the way she was... completely
at his mercy... her tight little pussy loving every minute of it. And
he, himself, blowing his own mind over her... hell, it was crazy!

He brought her legs back down and listened to her helpless moans as he
increased the lapping of his tongue, slashing it up and down through her
seething vaginal slit. If she'd been laying that Halo punk, or anybody
else, they damn sure hadn't been taking care of her... either that, or
she was some kind of godamned hot box, and he couldn't buy that... not
that he should let it make any difference to him, but he'd never seen a
bitch let down the barriers so quick, and he knew it couldn't be the
brandy because she hadn't drunk that much. No, she just needed it bad,
and she was getting it... but this was just the be ginning!

Hell, she was all ready too far gone to resist anything he decided to do
to her now, and as he licked and sucked at her quivering loins he began
to visualize obscene, erotic things he could perform at will with, and
to, her receptive passion captured body, just as he used Lily and the
rest of the cunts to sate his lust. Christ, if he could only see her, he
was thinking, as her hands began to desperately entwine in his hair,
manipulating his face harder toward the small, clasping opening of her
vagina.

Max rammed his tongue up into the soft-rimmed flesh and listened for her
groan of delight; then, she was pressing his mouth directly over the
tight little hole in her squirming crotch. He responded, ovaling his
lips and pressing tight to her passage- mouth; he began to suck,
alternating with deep tongue thrusts that raised choking, throaty moans
from the depths of her chest. He felt the sleek flesh slip moistly
around his long extended tongue as the walls of her cunt opened and
closed spasmodically in a rhythmic sucking cadence, trying to pull the
invading lingual organ deeper and deeper into it.

Susan whimpered and moaned beneath the unbelievable enchantment of his
voracious sucking and licking of her loins. She sensed her complete loss
of body and mind control. Her brain reeled in its mesmerized state of
ecstatic sensual bliss

Suddenly, he was drawing her clitoris up to its full, erect state, using
lips and teeth and a liquid tongue. Her sexual genitals were a whirl
pool of rapture. And then, he was moving up over her. She felt his
tongue trail upward along her belly into her navel, again slithering
upward, leaving a hot wet path as he crawled over her until he found the
elongated nipple of her left breast, and then the right, sucking and
bringing salacious gasps of additional pleasure from her. He kissed her
while simultaneously, he forced her smooth, white thighs wider and wider
apart.

She clung tightly to him, kissing and sucking at the tongue that had
brought her so much delight, tasting her own cuntal nectar there and
gasping with the forbidden delectation and the lewd, animal-thought of
it. Abruptly, she felt the brushing of his long, rigid prick against her
thighs, its contact with her hot flesh like a searing rod in the hand of
a puritan church-warden, endeavoring to prod her into the wakeful
realization of her wanton carnality, but instead she hungrily reached
down to grasp the throbbing shaft, blotting all else from her
sex-famished brain.

Max raised up above her to allow her access and she clutched its heavy,
solid thickness, her breathing quickening momentarily, at the feel of
the hot massive spear she encircled with both hands, her long slim
fingers barely going around it.

"M-My God!" Susan gasped. "It's... it's tremendous! It'll never fit... !
I-I'm not big enough..."

"How bad do you want it, Baby?" be hissed down at her.

"Oh... oh, I do! I want it... need it so bad!" she choked, almost
tearfully.

He bent down and kissed her once more, then she felt the bulbous,
blood-inflated head moving up and down, parting the soft dark pubic hair
between the palpitating lips of her cunt, and then all of a sudden, the
small mouth of her tingling vagina pressed open. The tight elastic
entrance offered near-virginal resistance; she held her breath as the
tip pressed into her, choking suddenly with the pain from the hard,
cruel pressure.

"Aggggghhhh!" she grunted, automatically resisting as the harsh torment
increased.

Max felt a wave of sadistic pleasure wash through him at her soulful
protest; he was unable to conceal the evil grin that immediately twisted
his handsome mouth, and he shoved a little further, causing her to emit
another long, low groan from deep in her throat.

"Aaaaagggggghhhh! Oh... oh God, please... it hurts! It hurts!"

He continued to grin, wishing to God he could see her facial reactions
to his huge cock burrowing into her tiny cuntal passage, her agonizing
pleas sending wild sensations racing through him...

"Ooooohhhhh," she whimpered pitifully, as the huge blunt knob pressured
harder and harder against the tight, rubbery opening between her
widespread thighs, and then with a little rush the tip slipped inside,
just beyond its coronal rim, and Susan couldn't hold back her little
choking scream.

My God, her mind reeled, her thighs were splitting apart from the
continual expanding of the small, moist hole in her crotch. He was much
too big! Beyond human belief! It was going to split her wide open!

Max Bovino could barely contain the excitement her whimpering screams
were bringing him at the slow, relentless penetration of her cunt, and
again and again he flexed his hips to sink and inch at a time into her,
until at last, he couldn't stand it any longer. He had to fuck the
little bitch now!

He rammed forward unmercifully, dropping his heavy weight onto her,
smashing her full, firm breasts beneath his powerful chest as he thrust
his hips at the same time, and his long, thick cock plunged into her
moist, frightened cunt with the brutal force of a battering-ram,
spiraling the soft, tender walls of her warm vaginal flesh in rippling
torrents before it. There was no holding it back, and with a loud grunt
he felt his sperm-bloated balls smack loudly into the upturned crevice
between the cheeks of her tightly clenched ass.

"Oooohhhhh! My God! My dear loving God! You've ripped me! You've split
me wide open! Oooh God stop!" Susan wailed, screwing her buttocks down
into the cushion in a futile attempt to escape the excruciating
impalement of her cunt. Her legs, splayed wide apart, flailed in the air
helplessly on either side of his great muscular body, kicking and
jerking as he pinned her securely to the davenport beneath. "Oh... oh...
oh," she continued to groan, lying beneath him and completely stuffed
with his huge prick, the tremendous throbbing shaft sunk to the very
depths of her belly and beyond. Mother of God, she'd had no idea it
could bring her such pain, and abruptly, she realized that all sensual
excitement had left in the throes of her torment. She sensed every
wrinkle and ridge of the massive rod inside her... enclosed in the
moist, snug sheath of her own cunt! Her dead husband's cunt... that had
never been entered before by any other man... ! Good Lord! What had she
done?

Jamey... Jamey... Oh God, Jamey... please forgive me... thundered
through her tortured mind.


Chapter 5

The girl was Leslie Sayer, a living, platinum-angel, with all of the
proper physical attributes in the right places, enough ordinarily to
cause him to blow his gourd, Jamey Halo was thinking as he went on
talking to her young husband, Mike, his new caretaker... except that
today, he wasn't himself. His abortive attempt at making love to Susan
the night before had not only left him frustrated, but it had stripped
the veneer of his pride right to the quick, and he would've been happier
had the Sayers waited another day or two before moving in.

As it was, he'd been drinking since morning, and it was now moving
toward late afternoon; the fact that he wasn't stoned out of his mind
surprised him; he'd consumed damned near a fifth of vodka, besides
getting little sleep the night before after the disaster with Susan.
Somehow, he had to rectify that, if only she'd give him an other chance.
Damnit, he was certain she wanted him, and God knows, he was crazy about
her... if only he could get his mind straight.

Jamey kept thinking these things as he showed the Sayers through the
bungalow they would occupy. He tried to concentrate on their
conversation but it was almost impossible. Certain things registered,
however. Mike was a student at Parksburg City College, athletic,
good-looking, in his early twenties, while his luscious young bride of
two-months stayed home and played housewife... There was something
interesting there when he got around to think about it... home all
day... convenient as hell and just about his own age... he'd get to that
in due time, but he didn't want to clog his mind with her at the moment.
Later... and he left them smiling after him.

Back at the plush main-house, he made himself another tall one and
slumped into a chair. If only he didn't have that godamned heavy
gambling debt to Bovino hanging over his head, he could concentrate all
efforts on Susan... and maybe get a piece of her daughter Nadine as a
bonus. Hell, there was no question in his mind but what she had a case
on him... and that little minx was nothing short of breathtaking. But it
was Susan he wanted for keeps; he was clear in his head, about that; she
flipped him... Nadine would just be a sweet taste of dessert now and
then, was all. Christ, what a perfect set-up it'd make.

Godamn that Bovino! He'd bet his ass those dice were shaved, his wheels
rigged... how else could he have lost so much, so quick? Eighty-five
grand... Christ! He'd been stupid... drunk and out of his mind, which
didn't mean a damn to Max Bovino. All he wanted was his cash, and Jamey
knew from rumor that he had nasty methods of getting it... or else, Silk
Weaver, that perverted bastard and a couple of his muscle-boys paid you
a visit.

God knows, he couldn't take a chance like that... having his face
roughed up, or losing a few teeth. His whole career depended on his
looks.

If only he wasn't in so damn deep to Hazen Parker, his agent, he
could've raised the cash there. But Haze had cut him cold; he owed him
twenty-five Gs as it was, and Parker had been emphatic about no further
advances, at least, until they started shooting next season's Gallant
Rangers series, and that was better than a month away.

Damn! What the hell was he going to do? How and why did he get himself
into these friggin' situations? All of his life, it'd been just the
same, one crisis after another... ever since the farm in Iowa when he
was only twelve... when he'd first learned that the hairy slit between
his nineteen-year old step-mother's legs was worth the biting cut of his
father's horse-whip... and later as he wandered aimlessly around the
country playing vagabond, it'd been a series of close shaves, until
Hazen Parker had discovered him strumming a guitar in a broken-down
coffee-house and gave him his break.

Hell, when he thought about it, he could hardly believe the money he'd
made the past few years... him, Jamey Henning, a high school freshman
dropout... more godamned loot than his old man had ever dreamed existed
in the whole bitchin' world... and there he sat, broke, with a vicious
ex-Mafioso breathing down the back of his neck. Hell... he had to do
something... just had to!

He drained his glass, fixed himself another and went to the telephone.
Nadine answered, her tone warming as she recognized his voice.

"She's not here, Jamey. She went into work early... will I do?" the
voluptuous young blonde teased.

Jamey didn't feel like following that one up... not yet anyway. He said:
"How late does she work?"

"Until eleven. Why don't you come down and wait for her?" Nadine
invited, laughing lightly. "I'll keep you company."

"We'll watch TV, eh?" he said grinning into the mouthpiece.

"If you like..."

"I would like... only I have an appointment," he lied.

"Business or pleasure?"

"Business, of course."

"I'll bet," said Nadine, acridly. Then: "Oh, by the way, we're having
final rehearsal for the contest, tomorrow night at the high school
auditorium; how about coming by and watching to see how I do?"

"Well... okay, I might just call you on that, Sugar," he replied. "What
time?"

"Eight o'clock. You won't forget now?"

"I'll be there," Jamey assured her. "Meantime, tell your mother I
called, will you?"

"All right... and you take good care of your business tonight."

Jamey laughed. Then: "Listed, Honey, maybe you better have your Mom call
me when she gets home. I want to talk to her."

"It'll be late," Nadine answered, quickly.

"That's okay, I'll be waiting."

"All right... I'll tell her," Jamey heard her say, but with obvious
reluctance.

He continued to smile into the telephone. "Bye bye, Angel," he
half-whispered.

"G'bye lover," she said back, in the sultriest voice she could possibly
have mustered.

Jamey hung up and turned away, still grinning to himself. He felt
better. Godamn, he thought, there was no question about it... he was
going to fuck that little bitch one of these fine days. He owed that
much to her daddy.

Jamey chuckled lewdly as he made himself another drink.


Chapter 6

Susan Sheldon lay in sheer helpless, degraded agony beneath the powerful
blind man whose thick, throbbing rod of flesh was sunk to its complete
length in the obscenely stretched split down between her wide spread
legs. Even the tiniest trace of any rapture she had felt had long since
left her and suddenly, she sensed him beginning to move once more; she
sucked in her breath, holding it in fear of what was to come. He began
to jerk on top of her, his hips flexing, the huge head of his prick
burrowing deeper and deeper into her.

"Oh... oh... Please... my God! No more... no more... I can't..." Susan
begged. Then, she felt him raise his heavy weight off her, his hands
pressing her shoulders tightly to the davenport-cushion, his widespread
knees forcing her thighs wider apart, until the blood-engorged head
slipped further into her was pressing hard against her cervix... and
then, slowly, he began to rub in and out of her, picking up speed as he
worked, at last buffeting her whole body back and forth like a rag doll
beneath him while he fucked furiously into her.

Damn! He had to know what her face looked like, Max thought, taking one
hand to run his fingertips over it perceptively; then, he continued down
over her whole body, the picture forming quickly in his brain, her soft,
ivory voluptuousness spread open obscenely beneath him, entirely at his
mercy, and a lascivious grin stretched his lips. His fingers returned to
her face to find it still contorted with the pain of his first vicious
stab into her sensitive pink hole. Her lips were drawn back from her
small even teeth, pleading, little incoherent whimpers coming from deep
in her throat. Her arms were outstretched, palms placed feebly against
his hips, attempting to ease the attack of his rampaging cock battering
against her tender womb, and her carefully coiffured hair was now a maze
of wild entanglements.

Hell, he'd bet that punk she'd been married to never banged it to her
like this, never sunk his cock to the depths he'd reached. By the feel
of her pussy, Sheldon must've had a finger for a prick. Christ, her cunt
was as tight as a virgin's, he thought gleefully, as he held her
powerless in the lewd, abased position. He ran his hand down between
them to feel his kinky, greying pubic hair tangling and meshing with her
sparse, silken strands, while the head of his heavy, solid prick
tunneled deep into the coral split that his tongue had licked to a moist
rapture only a few minutes before. He visualized the tight lips of her
cunt stretched to the near ripping point, the elasticized inner pink rim
clasping tightly around the white skinned base of his cock like a hungry
sucking mouth.

He held her like this for a moment, savoring the sensuous, imagined
scene of her rare beauty impaled helplessly and defenselessly beneath
him, his huge cock entombed deeply in her white little quivering belly.
Christ, the feel of her there, hopelessly subjected to his any and every
lurid whim made his cock throb and ache, and his heavy balls churn with
the pressure that was building inside them. Damn her, he was going to
give her a fuck she'd remember as long as she lived!

Susan lay frozen helplessly beneath him. She'd already concluded there
was absolutely no mercy in the man, that to beg further was utterly
useless. He was nothing short of a sadist. Dear God, how could she have
been so erotically swayed in the beginning... ? He'd become a
lust-filled brute, and there was nothing she could do but lay there in
under him and degradingly let him ravish her until he'd emptied all of
his lewd sperm into her cringing vaginal passage. Oh God... Oh God, what
had ever come over her that she had willingly given into this, without
even so much as a struggle? Jamey... Nadine... ? Was anything, or
anyone, worth this horror? She must have lost her wits entirely. Oh...
how lewd and debasing it all seemed now, with the pain that filled her
loins, instead of the bliss of such a short time ago. She'd been
hypnotized by the carnal enchantment... had completely lost all sense of
morality, or reality... and now, was paying. Oh Cal... Cal... help me...
help me!

The vicious hot pain of his cruel entry still tore fiercely at her
insides; yet, his massive cudgel was presently moving in and out of her
at a reasonable, not unbearable tempo... if only he didn't increase it,
or change it in a sudden burst of lust. She flexed her cuntal muscles
tightly together in an automatic attempt at resistance and was
immediately sorry, for the sensual throb of her internal sinews seemed
to incite him more, and abruptly, his great prick was reaming its way
deeper and deeper into her unwanting vaginal passage. She felt the walls
of her recoiling cunt clinging to it like a sleeve of vibrant warm
liver... and then the hard rubbery tip pummeled her cervix, and
helplessly, she clenched her teeth and endured it.

It fucked in and out of her in an established rhythm she forced herself
to adjust to, the pain lessening slowly, while her cuntal walls
stretched desperately in their attempt to receive it, until finally, she
thought she could actually feel the tickling hairs of his huge balls as
they slapped solidly into the crevice of her widespread ass when he
surged into her, and subconsciously she began to run her tongue around
her feverish lips. They returned then, those first sensations of
passion... galvanic tingles of lewd desire coursing through her veins,
arousing licentious little chills that began to creep along the base of
her spine as she felt the even measured cadence of Max Bovino's great
cock skewering wetly into her upturned loins.

Spontaneously, it seemed, her body began to twitch and writhe of its own
volition beneath him, and she heard the small mewling noises escaping
her lips, an incessant sound that hummed up into the moistness of his
mouth as suddenly he kissed her, and once again she was thrusting her
tongue into the sucking warm cavern of his face. Unconsciously, she drew
back her legs slightly, her buttocks moving involuntarily against the
slippery softness of the velour cushion beneath, and her cunt contracted
as the delightfully lewd and lascivious inner sensations increased with
his every stroke.

Max felt her urgent answering throbs around the length of his buried
prick. Her smooth clasping cunt-flesh had begun a seizured opening and
closing performance around the pulsating member. Her pleasurable mewling
and purring sounds were suddenly filling the room, and her head lolled
from side to side on the cushion while her hips had begun a slow
rotation beneath his cock sunk deep in her soft, white belly. He
clenched his teeth tightly together as he felt her incited nibbling
crotch screwing itself up closer against his hair-covered loins. Shit...
she was getting with it now!

Susan didn't try to understand the new wave of entrancement saturating
her whole being. She was only aware that all pain had left her... had
given way to a maddening electric-like tingle that began deep within her
womb and spread relentlessly over the raw nerve-ends of her flesh. She
was a mass of exquisite moisture between her thighs, and he was
undulating and rotating her hips around his fleshy, impaling cock,
feeling her cunt dilating and sucking in tempo to his rhythmic throbs.
He had suddenly made himself immobile once more, resting still above her
with hands placed on either side of her shoulders, and he was letting
her quivering body pump up and down at will on the rigid column of hot
moist flesh that fused them together.

Max moved a hand down between them to conjure the image in his mind of
her moist, grasping cunt sliding up and down his thick shaft, picturing
the thin pink ridges of coral-hued flesh pulling out and clinging to it
as she screwed her soft buttocks down into the cushion, then the
salacious pussy mouth between her legs absorbing the delicate folds back
into her as it swallowed the slippery, glistening length of his prick on
the slow tantalizing upstroke. He let her work and strain against him
awhile longer as he continued to run his fingertips over her, listening
to her whimpers of uncontrolled delight while she labored with utter
abandon, her sweat-filmed face contorted in a half-smile of sheer
ecstasy.

Fuck, she was all gone now... completely lost, Max gloated, feeling her
naked body increase its hungry gyrations and up and down motions, faster
and faster with the passing of each second, the urgency of her thrusts
against him more pronounced, and his fingertips found her lust-bared
teeth chewing at her swollen lower- lip as she strained uncontrollably
toward orgasm. He sensed the secretions of her sucking cuntal channel
beginning to flow and heard the wet, sluicing noises of the in and out
sawing movements as she skewered her hungry vaginal passage greedily up
his cock, drawing it deep inside her, her back raised high off the couch
to arch her crotch tight up against him.

It was then that he reached back, grasping her ankles and levering them
brutally up over her shoulders, causing her to cry out as he forced her
into a painfully contorted ball of helpless flesh beneath him. He held
her there securely, making the widespread slit between her legs
completely open and vulnerable to his lust-filled cock.

Half mad, now, with desire, Max pulled his deeply buried shaft from her
until only its tip penetrated the flushed, swollen lips... then, he
plunged forward with every once of strength in him, ramming the full,
aching length of it cruelly into her helplessly exposed vagina.

"Uuunnnnnnnggggggghhhhhh!" Susan groaned as it raced into her, and she
heard and felt the wet smack of his pelvis battering against her tender
unprotected genitals. His heavy body dropped down upon her brutally,
crushing her full, taut breasts beneath her knees into her chest, His
thick cock rampaged into her receptive cunt like a jack-hammer, pushing
the unresisting moist folds of flesh again and again in rippling waves
before its smooth, rubbery head.

Max began long hard strokes into her seething vaginal channel, and the
quivering lubricated walls clasped around the fleshy hot rod hungrily,
slithering up moistly to devour its length to the hilt. His
sperm-bloated balls slapped into the dampness between her buttocks with
a vengeance. She groaned loudly in relief at the complete filling of her
stretched passage as he began a more powerful deep thrusting into her
grinding cunt. Her head rolled wildly from side to side, her mouth
gasping in abandoned ecstasy to the unbelievable delight lifting her
into the very heavens above...

Suddenly, Susan realized that this was it! This was it! His cock,
ever-expanding, gouging into her like a huge driving piston, was making
the cords in her neck tighten in an unmistakable sign of exploding
pleasure. She was... for the first time in her life... she was going to!
And she could think of nothing but the enormous, agonizing sweet buildup
inside her!

"Oh... oooohhhhh... God... Oh God! I-I am! I'm going to cum now! Oh,
Darling, I'm going to cummm! Yes... yes... dear God... I'm cumminggg!
Fuck... fuck... fuck me hard... hard, Darling! I-I'm
cuuuummmmmiiiiinnngg!" Susan pleaded in a voice shrill with passion, her
hands clawing out and behind his driving buttocks, pulling him in a
near-demented frenzy deeper and deeper between her widespread legs.

Her delicious cuntwalls opened into a myriad of tiny wells, emitting a
warm flood of gushing, honey-like secretions to bathe his insanely
plunging cock, as might a hand filled with heated Vaseline. He rammed
harder, faster, grunting loudly as he burrowed deep, deep into the hot
liquid depths of her seething, spewing cunt, and the white honey seeped
wetly out around his still battering prick, flowing down the crevice of
her ass and coating his balls as they whacked rhythmically against her
throbbing anus.

"Oh... oh... oh, Darling!" Susan chanted, twisting and writhing
delightfully beneath him, spurring him on to force her tortured legs
farther and farther back over her head and fucking into her like a
blind, mad-man. Her brain swam in a colorful kaleidoscope of ecstasy as
she continued to grunt out her climax, the thick flow of her white
nectar gushing in never ending little rivers down the full quivering
cheeks of her pumping ass.

Then, she felt Max jerk, tense and curse, followed by the hot jets of
his semen shooting deep up into the sanctuary of her receptive womb.
Again, her head reeled, this time with depraved sensuality, as the hot,
powerful squirts of his sperm splattered wildly into her, filling her
almost to a delicious bursting point with its sticky whiteness, while
the hot moist walls of her vagina clasped and unclasped desperately,
milking at the jerking organ like a sucking, starving mouth.

For a moment, there was nothing but their breathing filling the room,
then, Max released his grip on her legs, and Susan's limbs seemed to
collapse limply on the couch, her soft and still trembling body suddenly
drained of all life... but ecstatically so, she thought, reality
beginning to creep back over her. She lay almost spread-eagle, feeling
the heavy weight lifting from her and the cool rush of air sweep over
her sweat-drenched body.

Max raised up and Susan saw his rapidly deflating penis then, and the
first waves of shame engulfed her. She turned her head away as he swung
his feet to the floor, picked up his robe and slipped it on to his
powerful frame, while Sir Launcelot stood and brushed against his master
as if to make his presence known.

"Well... I guess I hate to admit it," said Max, tying the belt around
his middle, "but you're the best fuck I've ever had, little girl... the
goddamned best."

His vile statement confused Susan. That he, or any man, should, or
could, ever say such a degrading thing to her both enraged and nauseated
her... yet, she couldn't help the warped sensations of pride she felt
from his lewd compliment. It was more than her own husband had ever paid
her, just as the sexual-pleasure the coarse, blind-man had brought her
was the only fulfillment she'd ever known, and try as she might, she
knew she would never be able to forget it. Her loins still quivering
with the delight his massive, lust-hardened member had kindled inside
her.

Susan sighed heavily and swung about, sitting herself upright. Thank God
he can't see my nakedness, she thought, watching him walk toward the
small bar with Lonny's assistance.

"What'd you like? Bourbon, scotch, gin?" he asked pleasantly.

"Scotch with soda, please," she said, dressing as quickly as she could.
God, her legs were like two pieces of spaghetti; he'd drained the life
from her. Her brain spun and continued to do so; it was all like some
far-fetched, salacious nightmare. She just couldn't believe it... that
she had given herself... actually taken part in a sexual encounter with
a strange man she'd seen only a few times in her life... and enjoyed it
beyond all possible comprehension... Good God, what now?

"Come over here," he said, laying onto the little bar, facing her. "It's
hard for me to carry drinks without spilling them."

She was dressed, except for fixing her hair and makeup. Sometimes, when
he spoke, it touched her... as it did at that very moment.

"I'll be right there," she said, surprised at her own voice, her
swimming brain still trying to decipher the difference between right and
wrong. She went to the bar and slipped onto one of the four stools. He
pressed her drink forward and she swallowed half of it needfully.

"I-I don't know what to say to you," he began finally, after drinking
heavily from his own glass. "I-I ain't sorry... I want you to know that.
I'd do it again... and will... maybe a godamned million times. You...
you better understand that, Susan, right from the beginning."

He went on and she watched his handsome face, hardly hearing him, his
first words and the tone of his voice affecting her most, she supposed.
But his claim to her was what frightened her, maybe, even angered her.
It was as if she had no choice in the matter.

"And... and if I refuse to have anymore to do with you... ?" she put to
him.

Abruptly, he smashed his hand heavily down onto the bar. "Listen to me,
bitch! I ought to kill you for what that yellow- backed husband of yours
did to me! You and your kid both! Those were my plans... after I
degraded both of you to the lowest degree I could think of... but I'll
tell you true, Baby... you just changed my mind over there on that
couch. You moved me... understand? With all the broads I've had in my
life... you come along and move me! So... don't over play your hand. You
be good to me... and I'll be good to you. Don't ever see that fink,
Halo, again. That's an order. You cross me... and I'll make you wish you
never was born I."

Susan swallowed tightly. She gaped upward at his face that he held
looking almost ceiling-ward in his blindness, the white tensile line
around his thin, handsome lips sending a cold shudder down her back,
Good God! She still had her Nadine and Jamey to think of.

"Do... do I have to dance in the casino?" she asked him, once more
surprised at her own voice and the subjugated words that seemed to
tumble from her lips.

"Yes. It's a test. But not like the other pigs. You'll wear some
see-through clothes," he said matter-of-factly. "Something kind of...
haremish, maybe. Anyway, come in tomorrow afternoon and we'll get you
fitted out. You'll dance t morrow night... Su Lyn, my China-Doll."

Once more, Susan sighed heavily, then, drank from her glass. Good God,
the world was turning upside down. She shook her head in disbelief, then
said: "I'm already late. It's after six and I should've been in the
dining room.

"Forget that shit. You go home and rest up tonight." He grinned. "I've
got an idea you might be able to use it."

Susan couldn't help but smile back, and then his fingertips came to her
face and danced over it like tiny spiders. She didn't move, and his
smile broadened. He said: "I thought you might be taking it right.
You... you enjoyed it, didn't you?"

She hesitated. "Y-Yes... very much."

"Y-You don't hate me?"

"No... I don't hate you... but don't ask me how I feel."

Max nodded, his head high, his fingers still brushing her lovely face.

"You come around two, tomorrow. The girls will show you the routine.
Godamn... I like you, Susan. I'm... I'm going to sit here half the night
and think about you... about it." He picked up his drink and emptied it.
"You know," he went on, "when you're blind, you can't look into faces...
into eyes... and it's hard to tell who your friends are. I've fought a
tough game all my life... in a world where your best friend can carry
your death warrant. I don't trust many people, Baby... but I trust you."

Susan felt as if someone had wadded cotton into her throat. She tried to
swallow, but couldn't. Tears were blearing her vision. Finally, she
said: "Can I go somewhere and fix my hair?"

Max smiled. "Sure," he said. "There's a john off the other end of the
room. But I won't be here when you get back. Just go out the same way
you came in... and remember... you moved me, Baby."

"I-I'll remember," Susan said.

He grinned, then said: "Kiss?"

He leaned over the bar and she kissed his lips as tenderly as she had
ever kissed anyone, not really knowing why, unless it was the pleasure
he had brought her and she still felt a pleasing, delightful tingling
lightly within... yet, fully aware every conscious second that no matter
how gentle he could become, or how much she wanted him physically, there
was someone else. She had to think of Nadine... and there was Jamey...
her Jamey... God, dear God, she loved him, didn't she?


Chapter 7

Nadine couldn't believe her mother when Susan told her that she was
going to dance in the casino of the Diamond Dell, and the amount of
money she would be paid as a performer. Susan had expected her daughter
to fly into a fit of shamed rage over her contemplated, semi-nude act,
but the voluptuous young blonde had reacted exactly the opposite. She
had been both excited and delighted with the thought of her mother in
show business, and had even suggested that one day they might be on the
same billing together.

Of course, Susan knew different... knew that had she not been forced
into the role in order to protect her daughter and Jamey, as well as
pacify Max Bovino, that she never in her most remote dreams would have
considered such a thing. Nevertheless, she was pleased that Nadine was
in favor, rather than offended by the idea; at least, that was going to
make it somewhat easier. But next, there was Jamey, and she couldn't
forget Max's warning. "Don't ever see that fink, Halo, again. That's an
order!" Somehow, she had to cool their association without letting Jamey
know the truth, even if she had to hurt him to do it: there was no
telling what Max might do to all of them. God knows, he wasn't a man to
be taken lightly, she was thinking as she picked up the telephone
receiver and dialed Jamey's number, and she had only to refer her mind
to the light soreness between her legs for emphasis of that fact... yet,
thinking about it, she couldn't contain the tiny feelings of memorable
provocation that rippled through her, either.

"Jamey... ? This is Susan," she greeted. "Nadine said you called..."

"Hi," he replied thickly. "Yeah... but she said you worked until
eleven."

He was drinking, and by the sound of his voice, rather heavily, Susan
decided. She said: "I do ordinarily, but I'm not going to work in the
dining- room anymore. I start in the casino tomorrow night, Jamey...
dancing."

There was a moment of silence, then, he said: "Y-You what? Did I hear
you right, Susan?"

"Yes... I'm sure you did, Jamey. I'm going to dance in the Diamond Dell
casino," she said evenly.

"You... you mean topless... naked?" he questioned incredulously.

"Well... somewhat, I guess.

"You guess? Jesus Christ, don't you know what those girls have to do?
Have you ever seen a show there... or any of their props?" he blurted,
his voice assuming a fevered pitch. "Now, listen to me, Susan, you
can't."

"Yes, I can Jamey," she snapped, cutting his words short, "I can, and I
will. I've already made up my mind and have talked with Max Bovino about
it..."

"Max Bovino! That godamned crooked bastard!" Jamey half- screamed into
her ear. "Listen to me, Baby, you don't know what you're getting into!
That hood is poison. I won't let you get mixed up with him. You've got
to listen to me, Susan, for God's sake... think of Nadine if you don't
care anything about my feelings. What's she going to believe once she
finds out her mother's dancing bare-assed in front of the whole god
damned world..."

"Jamey... Jamey! Now, you hear me!" Susan said, interrupting him again,
and with a determined voice. "I've told you that it's all settled. I
start tomorrow night... and you let me worry about Nadine. I'm sorry if
I've hurt you," she added, biting at her lower lip, a little tear
popping into her eyes, "but my mind is set. Now... I'm going to hang up.

"Wait Don't hang-up," he pleaded. "Wh-w hat about me, Susan... you and
me? Are... are you telling me it's all over between us?"

"Y-Yes, Jamey... I think it's best," she said, trying to keep her voice
steady as the tears spilled down her cheeks. "Really... it was silly in
the first place. I'm old enough to almost be your mother..."

"Stop that stupid talk!" he barked thickly, and she knew that he, too,
was crying. "You know I love you, and have long before Cal... died.
Christ, Susan, don't do this to us... please. You love me... I know you
do."

"G-Good bye, Jamey," she said, forcing the words from her lips. "We've
got nothing more to say to each other."

"I'm not going to say goodbye, damnit!" he shouted at her. "Susan?
Susan... ?"

Slowly, she replaced the receiver in its cradle, then, quietly cried
into her hands.

Nadine couldn't help the little feeling of elation she felt at her
mother's words to Jamey. She hadn't meant to listen, but their apartment
didn't offer that much privacy and she couldn't help overhearing as she
sat at the kitchen table working on an essay for English she should have
turned in a week before. In truth, she knew that she should be ashamed
of herself, not from the listening aspects, but from the actual
enjoyment of hearing her Mom break it off with him, when she felt
certain that they had strong feelings for one another... maybe, were
even in love. Still, she couldn't help herself. Damnit, she wanted him,
too!

There was no use trying to deny that any longer, either. She was in love
with Jamey Halo! And what could be more natural than that? He was
nineteen and she fifteen... fifteen in years, but with the sensuous body
of a grown woman, and God knows, she was constantly aware of that with
the little prurient gnawings of desire that were ever increasing inside
her each day.

Boys like Rickie Thomson made her sick with their juvenile antics. Oh,
sure, she liked Rickie all right, but only as a friend. Lord, all he had
to do was put his arm around her and kiss her, and she was immediately
overwhelmed with the feeling that she was robbing a cradle. After all,
he was only fifteen, himself, and a boy at that age was so immature...
with his airplane models and his fossil collection. Dear God, she just
couldn't stand any more of that. Besides, she had her future to think
of, and who could help her more than Jamey?

It was destiny... that's what it was, she convinced herself as she sat
there staring at the paper before her. Why her Mom had suddenly brought
the whole affair to an end with Jamey, she couldn't possibly imagine,
and she'd almost bet that at that very moment her mother was crying, but
she still couldn't restrain the sensation of delight she was
experiencing within herself.

Dear God, she loved her Mom so much... but she loved Jamey Halo, too...


Chapter 8

At the bewitching hour of midnight the casino was invariably at full
swing. Tonight being Saturday, it was even better, Silk Weaver thought,
looking about him at the multitudes of elite who had come to be
swindled... expected to be swindled. The gaming tables were jammed, and
the din of the slot machines in long rows lining the walls, coupled with
the human roar and the even louder pitched voices of the stickmen
chanting their litany in response to the fascinating dance of the red
celluloid cubes, all blended in a wild conglomeration of fantastic
action.

He moved among them, smiling tightly to him self. Tonight was his night,
as the luscious Lily Vance was going to find out. He'd already given his
orders to Pete, the bartender who poured drinks for the girls. Lily was
getting constant doses of Quebrachine in her Cokes, a tasteless version
of the aphrodisiac that Max liked to use occasionally.

Wafts of music coming from the stage behind the bar in the open adjacent
lounge across the room drifted his way, interspersed with the clicking
roulette wheel and the croupier's voice announcing: "Eighteen on the
red," his distant tone obliterated by the nearest stickman droning:

"Six! Six a number. Let's have odds the hard way. Get'em down... come
and field bets. Here we go. Shooter coming out. Four! Four... six the
number. You're looking for a six, sir. Six'll do it. Let'em roll...
seven! Seven the loser! Next shooter. All bets down. The dice are coming
out..."

Silk continued to smile to himself. The lounge was packed and the
voluptuous, red-headed, naked doll that was perspiring beneath the spots
in a frenzy of measured writhing, undulating movements to the loud,
rocking, recording music, had just picked up her prop from the nearby
little table... an eight-inch facsimile of a hardened prick made of
flesh-like plastic. She was Rose O'Fara, a real colleen, one hell of a
fuck, and before she was finished her male audience would be doing
everything but actually laying their broads on top of the tables.

Her jutting, full breasts swayed heavily from side to side as she moved
with the powerful rhythm of the music. She held the dildo in one hand
while the other slowly, languorously, moved lovingly over her hot flesh
until it reached one breast and held it out, nipple jutting toward the
near-mesmerized audience. Then, slowly she turned, rotating on her toes,
allowing herself to be seen in profile... a lovely S-shape, Silk thought
momentarily, with the beauty of her breast lifting before her and the
voluptuousness of her buttocks hollowing out behind... then, her back
was to them, the whole of her luscious naked ass, wobbling and tensing
at the audience, a full, bursting smoothness of flesh that moved and
wiggled as if it searched for something, some beautiful invasion that
could make it squirm in a complete, cooperative delight.

Silk watched her as she gradually bent her slim back forward, leaning
away from audience that was gaping at her almost breathlessly, until the
breadth of her lush buttocks was jutting toward them and rotating gently
as if in obscene invitation. Her strong, shapely thighs were spread
slightly and as she leaned down her copperish, hair-lined vaginal lips
were presented head-on to the spectators, the thin, pink, dividing slit
yet unopened to them. She lay the dildo on the floor in front of her,
then reached back with her white, slender arms and gently pulled apart
her buttocks with her fingers, disclosing in an even more lewd gesture
her tiny pink wrinkled anus between, as if she were welcoming a
sodomizing attack.

Around her little, revealed rectum, a few silken, almost golden hairs
fringed to taunt the onlookers even more-so while her bottom rotated as
if on its own axis in time to the stimulating music. Then she moved her
hands away from her anus and back over her satin-smooth buttocks down
her thighs to the floor where she slowly retrieved the stimulated prick
from where it lay.

Silk ran his tongue over dry lips, his cock jerking inside his shorts as
he watched Rose O'Fara straighten and gradually face the audience again.
It was almost as if there was an atmosphere of slight relief in the
room, but he knew that wouldn't last long. Her specialty was coming
next. She was good, but she couldn't set the crowd off like Lily with
her naked cunt and her double-dildo routine... Then Rose was opening her
legs wide, spreading her feet firmly on the floor and lowering herself
backward in a lithe, double-jointed posture, until her hands reached the
floor behind her head, the long plastic prick clasped firmly in one, and
once more her vaginal lips were presented head-on to the spectators.
With a gymnastic dexterity, she moved her head forward between her legs
until she was practically looking the crowd in the face, concentrated...
and finally, her cunt lips opened and her vagina was wide and moistly
smiling at an audience of bulging, transfixed eyes. It was then that she
performed the impossible... slowly raising her right hand containing the
thick, long phallus; she eased the smooth round head between the damp,
pink open lips of her cunt, and while the crowd stared with feverish,
salacious eyes, she slowly, tantalizingly, pressed the heavy white shaft
into the small, elasticized mouth of her vagina, the coral-hued ring
expanding across the lounge, the massive cudgel continued to disappear
inside her swallowing moist pink hole almost to its entirety.

Silk felt his own organ swollen to a near-aching hardness as he watched
Rose O'Fara's licentious performance before the hot, flushed faces of
her half drunk, lust-aroused audience that seemed to be shifting
nervously with overwhelming itches and urges. Shit, he'd had about all
he could take, too; his entire pelvic area had begun to throb in his
mounting need. But Lily had one more show to do before Lou Freed was to
bring her up to his small apartment, next to Max's on the top floor.
Hell, he wasn't sure if he was going to be able to wait that long.

He swung around and weaved his way across the casino toward the
elevator, trying to estimate the night's take and get his mind off his
throbbing prick. He'd developed the habit of mentally computing Max's
ill-gotten flow of income, little ideas of his own formulating more
strongly in his conniving brain with every passing day. He hardly
thought of it as greed... his wanting what the big-man had. It was
natural enough, he'd long ago decided; and wasn't that the way Max had
gotten up there... by taking from someone else? That was the law of this
godamned jungle, wasn't it?

Silk Weaver didn't intend to be on the stooge-end of the stick too much
longer, he was thinking as he stepped into the elevator and pressed the
top button, thankfully leaving the din of the casino behind him. He had
his plans... Max Bovino had built the perfect little empire for him. Max
had Parksburg right in the palm of his hand, in fact, the whole damned
county, all the way to the state capital. How else could he get away
with running a crooked gambling casino on a wide-open basis, say nothing
of the godamned filthy sex-shows he put on before the public eye without
bringing an enraged society of do-gooders down on his head? It was that
godamned filing cabinet of information he kept locked up in his study,
that was how; volumes of compiled, scandalous data on every important
figure in the city and county... closet-skeletons the blind-man had
patiently dug out while he planned his siege of the city, then used
along with a little financial juice to set himself up as the
invulnerable kingpin... and all of that was going to belong to him, Silk
Weaver... when the right time came.

Inside his own neat little quarters, Silk made himself a drink. He
couldn't keep his mind off Lily. He owed that bitch and he intended to
pay her in full that very night. Snake, was he... well, that was just
going to make it all the easier for him, once he got at that luscious,
soft white body of hers. He walked nervously around the room, his cock
pulsating with lust-incited anticipation, so much so, that he unzipped
his fly and let it burst out of his pants like a long, heavy lance, its
purple head glistening as he reached down and stroked the heavy foreskin
back and forth over the rubbery knob.

Shit, he couldn't wait any longer! He went to the house-phone and called
down to Lou Freed.

"Bring Lily up here," he ordered, unloosening his tie and unbuttoning
his shirt.

"She ain't come on with her last performance yet, Silk," the other
replied.

"To hell with her performance. She's coming up here to put on her last
show," Silk said, his throat tight with desire. "Tell Rose to take over
for her, and don't waste any time. I want that little cunt up her now!"

"Okay, Silk... whatever you say," Lou Freed replied and hung up, while
the pitted, hawk-faced man stripped the clothes from his thin body as he
walked to his bedroom and slipped on a cheaper version of Max Bovino's
dressing gown.

Lily couldn't imagine what had come over her. She sat alone in the
dressing-room only her sheer peignoir around her, endeavoring to fathom
the source of the tiny sensations tingling through her body... erotic
little titillating prickles that were filling her belly and loins with
an indistinct excitement. She hadn't had a thing to drink all evening,
except the Cokes, of course, but at the moment she found herself wishing
that she was going-on instead of Charmine, so that she could enjoy the
release her dildos would bring her... but she had at least another
thirty-minutes; Rose was just finishing up.

God, what was happening to her, anyway? If-if only Max would send for
her. Her brain swam giddily and that, neither, could she understand. It
was almost as if she'd shot a light dose of smack, she was thinking
vaguely, yet knowing that it couldn't be so. She'd never touch the stuff
again, nor any other drug...

Lily barely heard the knocking, but was not surprised when the door
opened and Lou Freed stuck his head inside.

"You're wanted upstairs, Baby," he said. "Right now, come on."

"B-But I've got another show."

"Forget it. Upstairs, and on the double."

Max wanted her, Lily thought delightedly. God, her little wish had come
true. She didn't try to contain her smile as she got to her feet and
unhesitantly followed the heavy-set, lumpy faced, ex- pug along the
narrow corridor to the staff elevator.

As they ascended silently, she couldn't help but feel Lou Freed's eyes
raking her thinly covered nakedness with desire-filled eyes and the
temptation to provoke him sensuously with maybe just a touch of her hand
on his prick, or... but they were there then, and the door automatically
folded open.

"This way," Lou said, taking her arm and leading her in the opposite
direction from Max's entrance.

Something wasn't right, Lily reasoned in her glazed mind and she
hesitated, reluctant to accompany him. She looked up into his red-rimmed
eyes, shaking her head negatively. "Wh-Where are you taking me... "Come
on, come on ?" he snapped, yanking her roughly, his big hand gripping
her slender wrist firmly as he dragged her to Silk Weaver's door.

Too late, Lily realized what was happening. There was no time to
struggle, even to scream; quickly he opened the door and shoved her
inside, following close behind. She started to scream out then, even
knowing the futileness of it. This whole floor was sound- proof, every
room a sound-sealed chamber of its own; no one could hear her if she
shrieked her lungs out... Then... then, she saw Silk Weaver, in his
dressing gown, enter the room from his bedroom doorway, a drink in his
hand, and the tented, pole-like protrusion below his belt line
indicating his already erect penis.

The horror of her situation struck her immediately. At the very least,
he was going to rape her... and whatever else, she could only surmise in
growing terror.

"M- Max will kill you for this!" she rasped, struggling to free her
wrist from Lou Freed's powerful hand.

Silk's thin face twisted into a fiendishly evil mask of raw salacious
lust. "Sorry, cunt... but this time you're wrong," he hissed. "Max gave
you to me for my pleasure... and that's just what I intend to have with
you... pleasure... only my kind of pleasure, eh?"

Lily could bare]y breathe; she was that frightened. It was as if all the
air in her lungs had suddenly lumped into her throat. She gasped, then
managed: "Y-You... you lie! Max loves me! I know he..."

Silk sniggered and drained his glass, setting it on a small casual-table
where several slender, hand-carved ebony figures were displayed.
Thoughtfully, he picked up one, a bizarre replica of a nude young
African native girl, obviously in advanced pregnancy; he studied it. It
was perhaps a foot long and some two- inches in diameter at its widest
point... the girl's belly. Then, he looked up at the beautiful blonde,
fear-stricken girl. He said: "Max wouldn't piss on you now, Baby. He's
got his new Su Lyn. You... you belong to me... as you're damn sure going
to find out in a very few minutes." Then, to Lou Freed, he added: "Take
her in the bedroom and tie her face down spread eagle."

Lily screamed then, again and again, neither man trying to stop her, and
as she saw Silk turning away to make himself another drink, the powerful
Lou Freed dragged her into the bed room, stripped her peignoir away with
two vicious ripping motions and threw her face down onto the bed,
climbing on top of her back to pin her securely while he tied both of
her hands to the bedposts, and then her feet.

Lying as she was with her face pressed into the silken coverlet, her
legs apart, feeling more naked and shamed than she had ever felt, even
before a lust-filled audience, Lily didn't try to stop the tears rolling
down her face. Her heart was pounding with a mixture of feelings. Her
armpits and loins were hot and moist... and then, she felt Lou Freed's
big hand smoothing over her buttocks and down through the crevice toward
the hairless, open flesh of her shaved vagina.

"That's enough!" Silk barked. "Get out!"

The big man grunted, muttered something under his breath and left. Silk
followed him to the door, then closed and locked it. He finished his
drink, picked up the ebony statue once more and re- entered the bedroom.
He walked to the bed where the voluptuous blonde lay securely trussed in
her obscene position, completely at his mercy, then, he took off his
robe and looked at himself in the mirror, his scrawny, wiry frame with
his long, heavy-veined, rigid shaft. He massaged it gently, and looked
back toward the bed. Lily was staring at him and now there was
unquestionable fear on her lovely face.

He grinned down at her sadistically. "You called me a snake, Lily...
remember?" he said with hardly a movement of his lips.

She didn't speak and suddenly he leaped on top of her, straddling her
thighs as he began to slap her lush, full white buttocks again and
again, then her ribs and back, again and again and again, bringing out
hot, red marks on her soft, satiny flesh. He could hear her crying into
the coverlet and he hunched down, his hands wedging beneath her on
either side to clutch at her breasts... to squeeze and twist them
cruelly, finally pinching the elongated hard nipples with demented
viciousness and she wailed loudly from the pain.

"Oh God, no... please no!" she begged, but her words only served to
incite him more.

He jumped off her and grabbed up the ebony statue from the bedside stand
where he'd left it, then threw himself back onto her. He planted himself
between her full white thighs, resting on his knees, the delicious slit
of her pink, naked cunt open to him, and he stretched her soft buttocks
apart so that he could see her rosy anus. Then, all of a sudden, he
began to wield the long sleek statue down her buttocks with fury,
letting it sink in, raising thick ugly welts across the soft white flesh
of her ass.

"Snake, am I? You bitch! You cunt! You cock sucking slut!" he screamed
wildly. "You'd rather be dead than have me, you said! All right! Now,
we'll see... because you're all mine to play with, you miserable
dog-fucker! All mine... you hear? You hear? Mine!"

And then in a frenzy, he pressed her legs as far apart as they would go
with the bonds securing her ankles and jammed the head of the statue at
her tiny, defenseless anus. She screamed and writhed furiously... but
vainly as the wooden figure's head popped inside the strained, pink
raised ring of her sphincter and began to penetrate with the heavy
pressure he was applying. His teeth clenched and a savage grin contorted
his hawk-like face. Her half- muffled grunts and moans hammered against
his ears like pleas for more, and he gave it to her, his eyes blurring
in his crazed frenzy, the ebony figure reminding him of a blackman's
great cock as he plunged it savagely in and out of the pink, clinging
hole between her luscious white buttocks, watching the incredible
stretch of the slit in her behind with eyes that blazed.

At last, when she was nearly out of her mind from the barbarous attack
on her anal passage, he bent over her and grabbed a pillow, stuffing its
size and weight between her spread thighs and wedging it against the
protruding base of the statue growing out of her lewdly stretched ass-
hole, so that she couldn't, by straining, force it from her passage,
then he crawled to the head of the bed and faced her, forcing his feet
and legs down beneath her outstretched arms until his crotch rested
below her face, and entwining his hand in her long hair he jerked her
head upright until with clenched, tear-filled eyes, she was facing him.

"All right, you filthy pig!" he spat. "You like to play with double
dildos, but your final act to night is going to be the real thing. Suck
that prick, damn you, and eat it like you've never eaten cock before!"

Lily had never known such horrifying agony in her life. She was no
angel; she'd had pricks in her ass before... but dear God, there'd never
been anything so demented, so shamefully torturing as this degrading act
he was committing upon her. She felt the hot tears gushing from her eyes
as the pain spread and made her stomach convulse with a sickness that
rose in her throat. She had stopped jerking and struggling, realizing in
dazed panic that her only respite from the torment was to lay deathly
still, for it was useless to resist the depraved attack of this lust-
crazed animal whose only desire was revenge and satisfaction of his
warped passions. The pain was almost unbearable from the huge object he
had thrust and locked into her rectum, and if she moved but the
slightest it only served to force it deeper into her, expanding the
tight resisting channel to more inhuman widths.

At first, when he tried to force himself beneath her, she endeavored to
fight him, but that, too, was useless. She was nothing more than a lowly
slave... all she'd ever been really, since she'd come to work for Max
Bovino... only now she'd been tossed to the slave-driver for his plea
sure... and there was nothing in God's world she could do to help
herself... only try to please this sadistic reptile... Resigned, she let
him open her lips with his fingers and slide his heavy cock into the
warm, wet sanctuary of her mouth. She felt it slither up the length of
her tongue, filling her mouth completely with its fleshy hardness. He
held her head firm with his hand wound in her hair and began to fuck
upward into her face viciously, causing her to gag as he rammed and
forced her head down until his rod went half way into her throat, its
full-length almost disappearing between her soft, ovaled lips. She
struggled for breath and he laughed brutally as she managed to
desperately catch small gasps of air on her every upstroke.

Oh God! she moaned inwardly, the very helplessness of her position
racing through her half-drugged mind as the earlier, animal excitement
she had felt, weirdly began to trickle through her once more, causing an
unexplainable masochistic hunger to start churning in her belly, and a
low animalish moan escaped from her lips around his cock that she
suddenly found herself sucking with enlivened ruttishness.
Subconsciously, she began to undulate her lewdly impaled buttocks,
pressing back against the wedged pillow between her thighs as she
clenched and unclenched her rectal and cuntal muscles at the hard,
foreign shaft boring deep into her obscenely gaping anus.

She found herself sucking more hungrily, if hatefully, at the hardened
prick in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing and bloating lewdly with his
vicious up-sawing moves, while her tongue began to explore its ridges
and wrinkles, licking wildly and swirling about the blood-engorged head,
the tip probing uncontrollably into the tiny seeping split at its end.
She couldn't conceive of what was happening to her... the driving carnal
desire in her befogged mind was without basis... yet to suck and lick at
his continually expanding cock until this vile pig whom she hated with
prodigious loathing, pumped his lascivious hot sperm down her throat was
all that she could suddenly think of. Just that singular thought alone
had instigated a mounting pressure in her own loins, as if she were
sadistically going to draw the very sap of his existence from the core
of his foul being in punishment for the hate-filled, sweet, agonizing,
pleasure-torment be was subjecting her to... and then, he was abruptly
pulling away from her, jerking her head upward by the hair and drawing
his glistening rod from between her hungrily clinging lips.

"Wait you fucking bitch!" he hissed, slapping her face hard when she
refused to let go.

The blow did little more than rattle her already jumbled brain. She
whimpered at the loss of his prick in her mouth, feeling a sense of
denial at vengeance, and she spat at him, then showed her clenched
little teeth in an expression of vicious hatred.

"You filthy snake!" she hissed. "You filthy fucking snake!"

Silk wiped her spittle from his face and squirmed from beneath her,
half-grinning, half-enraged in his lust. He went to the foot of the bed
and untied one ankle, then one wrist on the same side, holding it so
that she couldn't reach down and extract the long, bulky statue that
protruded obscenely from her unbelievably stretched rectum. He rolled
her to her side and jumped onto the bed once more, lying inverted before
her, so that his cock was again shoved at her face while his own mouth
was perfectly situated before the pink hairless slit between her legs.

At first, Lily started to kick at him with her freed leg, but he quickly
subdued the effort by slipping his arm beneath it, forcing her leg up
over his side where he could hold it securely, the move exposing her
whole crotch area to him and causing her cunt to flower open, the moist
coral hued flesh a scene of delight to his blazing eyes, while the
salacious sight of the ebony figurine growing out of her wide stretched
rectum and up between her luscious white buttocks, offered a contrasting
color spectacle that set his perverted lust-twisted mind into a spasm of
depraved glee.

"Now, you bitch... you filthy dog-fucking cunt," he spat, "I'm going to
drive you out of your godamned mind! Snake, am I? Godamn you! We'll
see... we'll see!"

Furiously, he ground his face into her crotch opening his mouth wide and
gluing it to the open lips of her moist, naked cunt slamming his tongue
into her, thrusting it stiffly up into the smooth velvety sleeve of her
vagina, and feeling the lubricated walls of raw flesh begin an immediate
opening and closing around it as a shudder passed over her whole body
and she groaned aloud.

"Oh... oh, you... you slimy cunt-licker!" she hissed through clenched
teeth down at him, while uncontrollably, her hand reached out and
clutched his thick pulsing cock poised before her face.

She stared at the heaviness of his hair-covered balls, then cupped them
tightly in her one free hand as if to appraise the quantity of hot sperm
bloating them, wild sensations of sadomasochistic pleasure beginning to
rage frenziedly through her once more as the vile creature whose mouth
was locked fiendishly to her cunt started to lick and suck, then nibble
and bite at the elongated bud of her clitoris, while simultaneously he
began to saw the impaling huge statue in and out of her tortured back
passage.

The sounds that emitted from her own throat from the debased and
ecstatically tormenting punishment he was inflicting upon her were
unrecognizable to the lovely blonde prisoner in her mind- drugged state,
and all of a sudden, she grasped his long, thick, jerking pole of flesh,
ripped back its heavy foreskin and slipped her already sucking mouth
warmly over it.

Silk groaned against the warm raw flesh of her opened moist cunt as he
felt her hot mouth around his prick once more, sucking voraciously while
her velvety tongue licked and swirled and immediately he began a
thrusting hip movement, driving his swollen, aching rod deeper and
deeper toward her throat while he chewed and sucked viciously at her
clitoris and continued to ram the ebony statue in and out of her
undulating ass.

The luscious cunt, bitch, whore! his lust-demented brain screamed. She
was going out of her mind... loving every minute of it... even as she
hated him! He was smashing his cock into her face, its knob slithering
right down her throat and she wasn't retreating an inch... only coming
forward to meet his every plunge. He could feel her nose and lips
against his testicles at the apex of every thrust, and now she had them
cradled in her hand, cupping, squeezing, milking them as if to force his
load into her mouth and throat!

The ravaging enchantment taking place at her crotch, rippling through
her loins and belly, was almost more than Lily could bear. She was
either going to lose, or had already lost, her complete sanity. All
sense of control seemed gone. She couldn't get enough of his depraved,
sadistic tormenting of her lust-incited body. He was chewing like an
animal at the tender, sensitive inner-flesh of her cunt, his reptilian
teeth nearly devouring the inflamed nerve- plexus of her clitoris, while
the barbaric instrument of torture he continued to batter into her
rectum with demoniacal frenzy all the way to her bowels had made a
raging inferno of mind-shattering, ever building pressure that had to
burst soon or she would surely go insane... stark raving mad!

Oh the vile, slimy, vicious, cunt-eating bastard! her mind screamed in
passion-hate. I'll suck the godamned marrow from your slithering bones!
I'll drag the lining out of your balls, you filthy snake! Damn you! Damn
you! I despise you! I... I... I love you! Oh shit... oh fuck, cunt,
cock... ! Suck me! Eat me like a cannibal you filthy whore's son! While
I chew the life-juice from your prick... Oh... Oh... let me have it!
Give it to me! Shoot your hot cum into my mouth... down my throat...
fill my belly... you cunt licking, evil snake!

And all of a sudden, she began to sink her teeth into his prick as he
rammed in and out of her face, leaving tiny white half- painful furrows
along its lengthy shaft, while her hand squeezed with exerted pressure
his already aching, bloated balls, and in response he brutally plunged
the ridged, ebony statue up her ass, biting and sucking at the same time
with animal-like fury at her wet, grinding cunt, the sudden, piquant
salty taste of blood the necessary ingredient to spill his over flowing
reservoir of heated sperm.

It struck him with the sharp sweet pain of a million needles being
driven into his loins and belly simultaneously. He was going to cum!
Christ! His asshole was beginning to unravel...

His prick jerking in her mouth telegraphed his pending climax to Lily's
passion-contorted brain, and the anticipation of his ejaculation was
enough to trigger her own orgasm. She clutched at his throbbing balls
and drew his bony loins as close to her face as she could while she
thrust his straining cock down her throat, her lips ovaled and sucking
tightly at its thick base, her tongue rubbing and licking wildly at the
pulsating shaft...

And then the heavens ripped open and she grunted and moaned around his
pumping cock in her mouth as the orgiastic upheaval deep in her own
quivering belly burst in a stream of blissful sensations of release and
thick white fluid filled Silk Weaver's gaping mouth and began to dribble
out to saturate her feverish crotch. His pulsating cock began to jerk
and squirt into her then, gushing forth thick streams of the creamy
pungent liquid into her mouth and throat, her cheeks bloating and
contracting as she swallowed to keep from choking on the great continual
spurts issuing from it. She swallowed in thick, hungry gulps, as if
fearful of losing a tiny drop of the precious fluid. Small dribbles
seeped from the corners of her mouth as the spent prick began to
deflate, yet, she continued her sucking, vacuuming every last drop of
his warm, slippery sperm from his now limp, flaccid cock.

When she did let it slip from between her semen-coated lips, Lily saw
that he was raised up on an elbow and glaring at her fiendishly, the
black statue of the African girl in his hand, the latter surprising her
for she'd been unconscious of its removal. She was surprised to see hate
and lust still raging in his eyes, yet aware that her own repugnance of
him was once more rapidly over-coming her.

"You filthy slut," he spat. "You dog-fucking cock-eater... you loved
every minute of it, didn't you? Went out of your mind like the cheap,
broken-down bitch that you are." He chuckled lewdly. "Well before this
night's over you'll be able to take an elephant prick in that cunt and
asshole, slut... because that was only the beginning." He grinned
evilly, his eyes burning with licentiousness. "I'm going to make you beg
for mercy, you bitch... beg, you hear?"

Lily sensed a feeling of new loathing horror racing through her
tortured, near-exhausted body, but she steeled herself. She must never
let this despicable creature know that. With great effort, she held back
her tears and curled her lips back at him.

"Piss on you, snake!" she hissed. "You're not man enough to make me beg
for mercy... not tonight, not any night... She saw his thin, hawk-like
face turn an ashen-grey, then, he was on top of her once more, slashing
at her face and breasts and his hands... and mercifully, that was all
she remembered.

Much later, when she awakened, Lily was hardly certain of anything,
except that she lay across the bed in her own little apartment, a
blanket wrapped around her naked body. She had no idea how she had
gotten there, but could assume that Silk had brought her, or he had Lou
Freed bring her. Her body ached from the brutal beating he had given
her, but that was nothing compared to the pain she felt within for what
Max had done to her. Dear God, what was going to become of her... ? The
tears rolled freely down her cheeks and she began to convulse with tiny
child-like sobs... until finally, she slept again.


Chapter 9

Jamey Halo had been semi-drunk for thirty-six hours; he'd slept in
short, fitful catnaps through out the night, interspersing these with
bouts of vodka guzzling and angry tear-shedding, all in the aftermath of
Susan's phone call. He still couldn't believe it; she loved him and he
was certain of it. There was something else... something that had driven
her to break off their relationship, but he couldn't, for the life of
him, determine what it might be.

Several times he had tried to reach her by phone, but had gotten Nadine
who seemed to delight in telling him that her mother didn't want to talk
to him. Then, she would turn on her own little undertoned, sultry,
come-and-take-me charm, practically throwing herself at him. The
luscious little minx, if it wasn't for his feeling toward Susan he'd
damn sure stop the itch between those legs of hers... but right at the
moment he couldn't afford to take that gamble, not if he ever hoped to
win Susan back.

Christ! He couldn't believe it... Susan Sheldon dancing in the casino of
the Diamond Dell for Max Bovino! How had that bastard ever gotten to
her? It just didn't make sense. With any one else, maybe, but not Susan
Sheldon. No... some way, he had forced her into it... blackmailed her...
but how, and with what? What could he possibly hold over her head that
would make her feel compelled to wiggle bare-assed in front of an
audience in his crooked clip joint. Godamn that lousy no good-bastard If
he so much as harmed one beautiful hair on her exquisite head, he'd kill
him! He would, damn him... they couldn't hang him any higher for
murdering the second... no, the third, than they could for the first.

Oh Christ, what was he thinking of? Damn, he couldn't let himself even
brush against such thoughts! It was the stinking booze; it'd stirred up
the foul memories in his half-crocked brain, the ugly relics of havoc he
had swept into a mental closet and locked away. Jesus, he had to get
hold of himself! This would never do!

He shook his head as if to relieve it of the cobwebs glazing his mind. A
shower... yeah, that's what he needed. He looked at his watch.
Seven-thirty... Let's see... he was supposed to be at the high school at
eight or so to watch that provocative little bitch, Nadine, parade her
wares in rehearsal. Okay, he'd keep his word, then, he'd catch Susan's
stage debut.

Jamey couldn't help but laugh at what he felt was his own humor. Stage
debut? More like an audition for an orgy... damn her! Damn her! Damn
her!

He jumped to his feet and threw his half-filled glass at the fireplace,
listening and watching it shatter into a myriad of tiny pieces. His mind
was a torment of aching heart and tortured soul, and he didn't know
where to turn. Christ, he loved Susan Sheldon! Something was wrong; she
was in trouble and he had to help her! No matter what the cost... he had
to help her

When Nadine spotted him coming down the darkened aisle toward the stage,
her heart skipped a beat in her chest. She wished that she was wearing a
bikini Mom had bought her for the contest, rather than slacks and a
pullover, then he could see how much of a woman she really was. She
smiled, and even in the shadows, could see his glistening white teeth
smiling back at her.

"What're you grinning at?" Rickie Thompson questioned from the wing
where he stood to handle the curtain ropes. He leaned around then, his
young, good-looking face blanched slightly as he recognized the handsome
figure coming up to the footlights and leaning on the stage. Jamey
Halo's countenance was one that he had only to look at, and the blood
immediately began to run cold in his veins. He watched silently as
Nadine left the others and went forward to squat down before the TV
actor.

"Hi," Rickie heard her say and knew that she was smiling warmly. "So you
did come. I-I didn't think you would..."

"I told you I'd be here," he said, grinning up at her. "But I thought it
was going to be dress rehearsal. Or is it undress?"

Nadine laughed lightly. "I'm glad you came, Jamey. Are... are you going
to wait... and take me home?"

"Hey... you're kidding, Baby," he laughed. "No, look, I've got something
else I've got to do. I just stopped by for a minute... Rickie sighed
heavily in relief. He couldn't imagine anything worse than that... that
dude seeing his precious Nadine home... damn him! He ought to tell what
he knew about him, that's what he ought to do! If... if only he wasn't
so finky scared... ! But... but he didn't want to get into trouble... or
mixed up in anything.

"I'd... I'd hoped you might wait," Nadine said, dropping her lovely
almond shaped eyes from his grinning face... "Where... what is it you've
got to do?"

"Oh, come on, Baby," Jamey said, laughing in his inimitable manner,
while simultaneously, her youthful, unblemished beauty damned near
whipped his breath away. She was almost the replica of her mother...
raven hair, striking eyes, fine-boned features and magnificent body. He
swallowed tightly.

"I know," she said, a flash of jealousy lighting her dark eyes. "You're
going to the Diamond Dell and watch Mom, aren't you?"

Jamey licked at his dry lips. "Yeah... I am," he said, after a moment.
"Look... what's wrong, Baby? Why's she doing this?"

"Wrong? What'd you mean, wrong?" Nadine replied, tilting her head
provocatively. "She's going on the stage, is all... and she's getting a
lot more money. Maybe... maybe someday, we'll be a team or something.

"Oh Christ, that's wild, that is," Jamey blurted. "And will you be
dancing naked, too?"

"She isn't going to be naked!" Nadine snapped angrily. "She's wearing a
costume... something sexy, I imagine, but that's what they want to see,
isn't it?" Then, she twisted her mouth into a knowing little half-sneer.
"And she's got the figure for it... wouldn't you say, Jamey?"

He knew her words were meant to hurt him, and they did. He backed away
and straightened, watched the expression of regret creep over her
beautiful young face.

"I-I'm sorry, Jamey... I didn't mean that," she apologized quickly.

"That's okay. Well, I'll see you, kid... and good luck tomorrow
night..."

"Jamey, please? You're angry... and I'm sorry," she said, watching his
handsome eyes almost desperately. "I-I don't think I could stand you
being angry with me..."

Jamey let a slow grin slip over his face. He reached up and patted her
thigh affectionately, causing Nadine to experience an exciting tingle
rippling through her, while Rickie Thompson felt a loathing sensation
ball up in his stomach.

"Keep the faith, Baby," Jamey half-whispered to her, winking
suggestively. "I'll see you." Nadine straightened slowly, watching his
tall, lean figure disappear in the shadows at the back of the
auditorium... then, he was gone. She turned slowly, her mind filled with
the thoughts of him, and saw Rickie staring at her with rage-filled
eyes.

"Well... ?" she said, raising her chin high in defiance.

"D-Damnit, Nadine... he better stay away from you! You hear me? He
better... or... or I'll tell everything I know about him!"

Silk saw Jamey Halo when he entered the casino. He'd been giving
instructions to Ben Quail, a pit-boss, and doubted that the handsome
young TV actor had spotted him. The scrawny man with the pitted, hawked
face; eased himself over the velvet-covered ropes that centered the four
craps tables and moved toward the lounge where Halo had set a direct
course. The din of the early evening revelry filled his ears as he
decided upon the one attraction that had drawn the welsher to their
confines. Certainly, it'd taken some courage, knowing how Max felt about
the debt he owed him, which meant that his feeling for Susan Sheldon ran
pretty deep.

Silk grinned wryly to himself. He paused in the archway to the lounge
and waited, watching Halo climb onto a barstool where Rose O'Fara was
going through a light version of her act. As the evening progressed, so
would she. Momentarily, he thought of Lily and sniggered to herself.
She'd called in sick, but he knew it was the bruises he'd caused on that
lush white body of hers. The fucking pig-bitch! Christ, he had only to
think of her and his cock rattled in his pants.

"Eight a point... Four, eight a number Six, hard way six... Eight's the
number... Five, eight a point... Two, snake eyes. Pay the field. Eight's
a number... Twelve! Pay the fertile field again... Eight a number... Let
'em roll. Seven. Seven, the loser. Next shooter. Bets down...

Silk moved inside the lounge, the loud rock and roll music drowning the
chant of the stick man. He walked toward a wall house phone and called
Max.

Su Lyn! Jesus Christ, Jamey thought, gaping up at her as she writhed and
swayed with the powerful rhythm like a veteran, her magnificent body
draped in a see-through, gossamery harem-dancer's costume, her
voluptuous firm breasts, her slender waist, her navel and the puff of
black pubic hair at the "V" of her loins all vaguely visible to him, but
it was as if he were straining to see through the heavy mist, and he
could hear the "ohs" and "ahs" all around him. Her long black raven hair
hung down her back, flailing wildly with the loud beat tempo, and almost
immediately he felt his penis stir wildly inside his shorts as she spun
about and bent forward until the breathtaking vision of her full, round
buttocks drew the sheer material tight and he could see plainly the vale
separating them, along with the weight of soft, hair-fringed flesh that
hung enticingly at the very juncture of her thighs.

A lump rose in Jamey's throat and stayed there. Her breasts quivered and
jogged gently under the sheer material, her nipples poking delicious,
darkened embossments, crowning points to a full measure of firm,
caressable flesh. He could see the hollows above her hips, the neat
tapering away from the breasts to the small, tight belly. When she
turned, he sensed his rod move again in his trousers at the sight of her
magnificent hollowing bottom that rounded out tauntingly toward the
drinking audience, stretching hard against the flimsy covering that
clung to it, outlining each sensuous buttock separately. He fixed his
eyes on the voluptuous joint of the buttocks, unable to believe, now,
that his hands had held them... caressed them.

Christ, it was all unbelievable... that he'd lain on that body, that
he'd explored and caressed those breasts... that her tongue had played
in his mouth while she herself writhed under him... with his prick
between her soft, white thighs... almost, but not quite buried in her
tender, untouchable cunt.

His eyes ran hungrily over the fluid curves of her swaying body as if
they were hands, endeavoring to feel the flesh simply by looking. He
wondered if she saw him, or if the lights blinded her? She seemed to
move toward him, waggling her tensing, hollowing buttocks with her back
to him, and he watched them move like two eggs rolling together.
Subconsciously, he picked up his drink and swallowed half of it... Hell,
he couldn't stand it... something had to give!

And then, she was finished and backing off the stage, smiling
beautifully at an excited, applauding audience that had actually
witnessed nothing in comparison to the lewd acts of the other girls,
nothing but a stimulation of desire in their loins for an enticing
creature whose Eurasian beauty would remain etched deeply in their minds
to bring them back again and again.

Jamey slipped off his stool and moved toward the door that he knew led
behind the bar-stage to the girls dressing room. He had to see her... to
talk to her... Jesus, he had to!

He found her in a closet-like dressing room of her own. She was alone
and smiling at herself proudly in the mirror of the makeup table when he
opened the door and walked in. She still wore the harem dancer costume
and with the lights from the table behind her, Jamey could see the
outline of her curvaceous charms more clearly than when she was on the
stage.

"Jamey! What're you doing here?" Susan said, seemingly both surprised
and embarrassed as she picked up her peignoir and threw it around her.

He couldn't help but half-sneer at her gesture toward modesty. He said:
"A little late for that, isn't it, Susan... oh, it's Su Lyn... I
forgot... the China-Doll..."

"What do you want?" Susan snapped at him, feeling her cheeks flushing in
sudden anger. "If you came to insult me... you've done that. Now, you
can leave."

"Not without you," he replied sharply. "If you think I'm going to let
you stay here to be ogled by a bunch of drunken lechers, you're
mistaken.

"And you're out of your mind, Jamey, if you think you can stop me," she
shot back at him. "I told you yesterday the way it was. We can't see
anymore of each other. It's no good, Jamey... no good."

"Susan, you love me and you know it!"

"I-I know nothing of the kind!" she stammered. Dear God, she had to get
him out of there before he was seen, before Silk Weaver, or some one
passed the word to Max. She doubted that there could ever be any
explaining to the blind man once his orders were violated. "Please,
Jamey, leave now.

"No! Not unless you go with me, damnit!"

"I'm not going with you !" she shouted at him. "Not now... not ever!
Don't you understand? I'm-I'm tired of playing nursemaid, Jamey!" She
made her beautiful face twist into a near-mocking sneer. "It's a man I
want... not a boy... now, get out of here before I call for help!"

Her words stung him like the memorable bite of his father's horse-whip.
He stared at her in bitter, mounting rage. The urge to throw himself
onto her, rip the sheer covering from her luscious body and rape her
until she begged for mercy was almost more than he could bear... but
some how, he held himself, feeling his nails gouging into the flesh of
his palms as he clenched his hands into hard, whitened fists.

"You... you bitch!" he hissed between his teeth. "You'll be sorry, damn
you! You hear, Miss China-Doll... more sorry than you ever dreamed..."

He spun on his heels then and was out through the doorway before Susan
could speak. She reached out her hand behind him, started to call his
name, then realized it was the only way. Tears filled her eyes as she
slumped down onto the little straight-back chair.

Dear God, please don't let him hate me... she prayed, a tiny glistening
rivulet spilling down her quivering cheek.


Chapter 10

Riding through the crisp darkness in his Porsche, with the soft
soul-music creating the atmosphere, of jubilant intoxication filling
her, Nadine was afraid that any minute she would awaken and find that it
had all been a dream. She kept looking over at him to reassure herself,
wishing that there was no such thing as bucket- seats right at that
moment; she would be sitting tight against him then, with her hand on
his thigh and her other arm over the back of his seat in the accepted
manner.

"Your boyfriend was sore," Jamey said, grinning over at her and
interrupting her thoughts. "I thought he was going to lose his cool
there for a couple of seconds and come at me."

"Please, Rickie's not my boyfriend," she replied quickly, but trying not
to be kiddish about it. She smiled tolerantly. "He's really a nice guy
and I do like him, but Lord, Jamey, he's just a... a child."

"He's flip over you, Baby," Jamey said, still grinning.

"It doesn't matter," the exotic young girl said, her dark eyes sparkling
with the reflection of dash lights mirrored in them. "Now come on, do we
have to talk about him?"

Jamey shrugged. He was trying to play nonchalant, while inside he still
seethed from the scathing rebuke this girl's mother had humiliated him
with. He'd never forget the scoffing look on her face, nor her deriding
jibes. Godamn her! Insult him... put him down, would she? Nurse maid,
was it? The bitch! Damn her... she was going to find out that it didn't
pay to ridicule Jamey Halo... or accept his love lightly. Shelly Granger
could tell her, couldn't she... if she could still talk. He laughed
aloud, hardly aware momentarily, that Nadine was beside him.

"What're you laughing at? Me?" Nadine questioned, twisting around in her
seat and folding her legs up beneath her so that she was facing him.

"What... ? Oh... no, I was Just thinking of the expression on that
Thompson kid's face, Baby," he replied, his smile returning quickly. He
looked at her for a long moment. "Hey, you're a real living doll, you
know that? No wonder the kid's flip. You drool sex, Baby... actually
drool it."

He might have said she was the most beautiful girl in the world, just as
he did in her dreams, and she wouldn't have felt anymore elated. Nadine
sensed her cheeks flushing pleasantly. God, if she was close enough she
probably would've kissed him. She loved him, that's all, just plain
loved him! She managed to ask: "Where are we going?"

"To my place. Okay?"

"I-I guess so. Why... why did you come back to the school, Jamey?"

"Why? You mean you haven't figured that out yet?"

"Did... did you go watch Mom dance?"

"Sure. She was great. But you see, Baby, all the time I intended to come
back and pick you up," he said, the trace of a sneer contorting his
young handsome mouth, even as a certain sensual viciousness gleamed in
his eyes. "After all, a guy does like a gal more his own age, Honey...
especially one as luscious as you."

Nadine's breath caught in her young throat as he reached over and placed
his hand on her leg, smoothing it along the fabric of her slacks, over
her inner-thigh... up and down slowly in an affectionate gesture until
he nearly brushed that crucial, sensitive place between her legs that no
one except herself and Ann Trent had ever touched. Then, he took his
hand away and she could still barely breathe from the confused, ecstatic
moment of bliss it had brought her.

Oh God, she did love him! She did! And there she was beside him, going
to his beautiful house alone with him... She could hardly believe it!
What would Mom say? She'd have a conniption and blow her mind... call
her some nice little unpleasant names, probably... that's what she'd
say. But then, maybe it would be simple jealousy... because she loved
him, too. Dear God, why couldn't her mother understand that he was just
a boy... and that she was too old for him?

It was all plain to her now. Her mother had tried to seduce him... maybe
she had, God forbid... Nadine hoped not... and poor Jamey hadn't been
able to shake loose of her clutches, or wanted to hurt her. Maybe that
was why Daddy had turned to Shelly Granger... God... she'd never
considered that possibility before...

"Well, here we are, Baby," Jamey said, ending her stream of unpleasant
thoughts as he cut the motor in the darkness of his drive.

He hopped out and hustled around to open the door. When she stepped to
the ground, she walked into his arms that slipped around her waist and
drew her close to him. God, she felt so good! She raised her face, let
her hands rest on his shoulders and waited almost breathlessly for his
first kiss. It came... warm, soft, tender in its pressure almost
close-lipped and he held it as his hands smoothed over her back and down
to her waist, then back up, while her own arms slid upward around his
neck hungrily.

Christ, he thought, what a delicious hot piece she was going to be...
but carefully... slowly... nothing to frighten the little fawn. Damn Her
firm tits grinding against his chest were rich, unplucked fruit, and her
soft belly and thighs enough to make him cum in his shorts. She was not
only ripe, but she wanted him, Jamey Halo, and he'd wager his ass that
she was a virgin... He almost laughed in her face at that. What in hell
else could she be with little punks like Rickie Thompson hanging around?

"Come on," he said, slipping one arm around her waist and leading her
toward the house. "I think it's time that you and I got really
acquainted, Baby. What'd you think?"

Nadine heard her own uneasy laugh. Truly, she was in heaven, but at the
same time, she was almost frightened out of her wits "W- Will you be
good?" she managed, surprised that the words had come from her lips.

"What is it they say, Baby? If you can't be good, be careful?" He'd
stopped door and drew her into his arms once more. This time, he kissed
her with open mouth and she felt his saliva wettened tongue playing at
her lips, a chill of excitement she had never before experienced running
up her spine. She opened her lips and his tongue slipped between them to
touch hers exploringly, wet and warm as it moved about inside her mouth,
sending vibrant, trembling sensations racing through every portion of
her body. Momentarily, she thought her knees would buckle beneath her,
but he held her tight to him, his hands caressing warmly down over her
back and waist to the softness of her young firm buttocks, clutching
them individually and drawing her pelvis tight against his thighs, until
she could actually feel the bulge of his manhood... his penis...
pressing tightly into her belly!

Oh God! It was heaven... heaven... heaven! Then, he slowly released her
and said: "But most of all... we'll be gentle, Baby... Come on."

He took her hand and moved ahead of her, turning on soft lights as they
made their way into the plush living-room. Of course, she knew the house
well, had even helped her Mom clean it for him on occasion when they
lived on the estate.

"I see the bungalow is lighted," Nadine said, noticing it when they had
driven in, and happy, at the moment, for any topic that might help ease
the mounting and confused tension within her. "Do you have a new
caretaker?"

"Yeah... a young couple... Mike and Leslie Sayer... know them?" he said,
walking behind the small bar.

"No, I don't believe so," she answered, following him and leaning onto
one of the stools that rested between her and the bar. "Is she pretty?"

Jamey gave her a quick glance, then shrugged. "Didn't notice," he lied.
"What can I fix you, Baby?"

"F-Fix me... to drink, you mean?" She laughed nervously. "Wow... I don't
know, Jamey I never..."

He leaned over the bar and placed his hand beneath her small, pointed
chin, holding it in his palm between thumb and fingers and smiled, his
eyes alive with licentious explosions that caused a tiny shudder to pass
over her. "It's up to you, Baby," he said, almost in a whisper. "I-I got
the impression a few minutes ago that you'd grown up. Was I wrong?"

He held her chin and she looked straight into his eyes, hardly
breathing. Well... here it was, she thought; he was challenging her. It
was now or never, wasn't it... the culmination of all her dreams.

"I-I'm not much on knowing what to drink, Jamey," she said huskily.
"Y-You fix me something."

He grinned, drew her face to him and kissed her lips softly, then,
whirled away. "I've got a little something here you'll love, Doll. It's
called Pernod... nice sweet taste... goes down easy... gives you a soft
little glow after two or three glasses... and it really relaxes you."

"Good. I think I need something like that," she said with finality,
determined to prove to him that she was a woman and not a child. She
turned away then, and crossed the room to switch on the stereo radio.
She found the station they'd had in his car and the soul-music
immediately helped lessen the tightness inside her.

Jamey came around the bar and approached her, handing her a glass of
yellow milkish liquid, it's appearance surprising her.

"Try it," he said.

She did, feeling a certain wickedness in tasting the first sip, once
more surprised at the sweetish, licorice flavor. "Hmmm," she responded.
"It's good."

"Thought you'd like it," said Jamey, smiling. "It won't hurt you. Drink
it all and I'll make us another."

Momentarily, she hesitated, then, lifted it to her lips, consuming it
all in slow, small swallows. "Wow," she exclaimed, laughing and catching
her breath as he took her glass. "It does taste good."

"The second one will taste better," he said, going behind the bar once
more.

Nadine followed, climbing onto a stool. She watched him pour from the
bottle, then add water.

"Jamey... is my mother in love with you?" she asked all of a sudden.

He looked up at her, hesitated, then: "Why do you ask that?"

"Because... she is... I know she is," the beautiful dark-eyed girl
replied. "She... she wants you for herself... She'd die if she ever knew
I was here with you like this... I'm certain of that."

"What makes you so sure?" he asked, pressing her drink toward her and
leaning onto the bar, his somewhat glazed eyes searching hers with new
interest.

"Oh God, Jamey, don't you suppose I can see what's been going on?" she
said, pretending at sagaciousness. "And... and don't try to tell me that
she hasn't tried to seduce you... because I won't believe it."

Jamey couldn't help the slow grin that spread across his lips. He said:
"All right, I won't try to tell you anything, Baby. You just tell me."

His making light of it angered her, and she hadn't wanted that at all.
She picked up her drink and took down half of the sweet- tasting
contents.

Damn him, he was treating me like a child. Well... it was time she
showed him that she was any thing but that. She said: "Furthermore, I
think that's the reason my father was carrying on with Shelly Granger...
and why he's dead right now." Her words struck him with the impact of a
bullet of ice. Jamey felt the blood draining from his face. He stared at
her, his eyes narrowing. "What the hell are you talking about?" he
snapped.

"It's true," Nadine replied, his sudden change of expression frightening
her momentarily. "I saw them... my father and your Shelly Granger...
naked in the woods one day... making love. They didn't see me, but I
watched them for a long time. Jamey, I believe my father knew how Mom
felt about you and... and turned to that girl. Later, filled with
remorse, he just took his own life... he couldn't go on any longer. And
that's what his note said, remember? Can't make it. Nothing to live for.
It's too complex... and there's no love."

Jamey swallowed tightly. He drank from his glass, his eyes never leaving
her beautiful young face. He had to keep hold of himself. "I think
you're letting your imagination run away with you, Doll," he said, his
little smile returning.

"Are you trying to tell me that I didn't see them in the woods
together?" Nadine asked, her almond-shaped eyes widening, a twinge of
anger sparkling in them. "You think I'm blind, too, as well as being
a... a stupid little girl?"

"Hey... ," James said, coming around the bar to where she sat. He took
her hand and drew her off the stool into his arms. "Who said any thing
about you being stupid or little? A girl, yes... and what a girl..." He
kissed her then, and she gave herself to him, letting his tongue play at
her lips once more... "Man... what a girl," he whispered, "but I wonder
if there's any woman in that luscious body of yours?"

Once more, a little tremor of fearful delight surged through Nadine, and
too, at the same time, there were new, unexplainable sensations rippling
through her as his strong arms held her tight to him and his hot mouth
engulfed her own, his tongue plunging between her soft lips, beyond the
barrier of her teeth and deep to the point of nearly choking her. She
felt his hands cupping her buttocks as the swelling bulge in the front
of his trousers pressed into her softly quivering belly. Automatically,
she sucked and nibbled at his tongue, the tiny tingles that had suddenly
burst into being in her virginal loins, seeming to spur her on.

At last, he came up for air, breathing heavily into her face. "Well," he
gasped, "is there?"

"I-I don't know... yes... yes, Jamey... Oh Darling, kiss me," she panted
up into his face.

"Kiss you... ! God, Nadine baby, I want to fuck you!" he hissed, gaping
hungrily down into her beautiful white face.

Nadine felt a chill of erotic stimulation shock her at the sound of the
lewd word she had never heard spoken before, and its very significant
meaning to her at that electrifying moment. An apprehensive sensation of
confused want and near-panic seized at her belly, seemingly knotting it,
then leaving a void there where entrails ought to be. She gaped,
open-mouthed, with eyes half closed, up into his face that was growing
more and more salacious with every passing second.

"Oh... oh," she whimpered, unable to speak, not knowing what to say.

He kissed her again, his hot mouth smashing down hard against the soft
petals of her lips, his right hand moving beneath her pullover, upward
along the naked flesh of her trembling ribs to her full, bra-covered
breast and smothering it in his big strong hand, his long fingers
kneading and caressing through the material while the breath seeped
helplessly out of her.

She was quivering with strange, intensified feelings she had never known
existed; her loins tingled hotly, moistly, between her legs at his
wonderful masculine nearness; still she struggled lightly, showing
reluctance, yet, not wanting him less nor despising him for what he was
doing, but still unable to appreciate or fully give herself to the
pleasure of it. His obvious, sudden lust frightened her, momentarily,
repelled her, and the fact that he was forcing himself on her caused
anger and humiliation to take equal control of her wits. Her upbringing
had taught all that was contrary to what he was doing, or trying to do.
Love between a boy and girl had to be beautiful... never lust-ridden...
Mom had said that many, many times... but Nadine couldn't put down the
vibrant sensations he had instigated and sent racing wildly over her
whole body at the gentle stroking of her breast... and her mother had
never told her about that.

"Oh Jamey..." she moaned as he kissed her again and again, his other
hand creeping up beneath her sweater to fumble at her back with the
fastener of her bra, while his warm, wet mouth and tongue moved eagerly
over her face. She realized that all judiciousness was leaving her as
the exciting, sensuous craving increased in her belly, and she clung
tightly to him, opening her mouth receptively to his searching tongue.

Breathlessly, she gasped into his mouth as his hand slipped around and
beneath her loosened brassiere to caress the smooth, firm flesh of her
now throbbing breast, the nipple hardening erectly as he pinched and
rolled it gently between his thumb and forefinger, raising further,
unbelievable passion inside her, overwhelming any shame or anger she had
briefly felt.

"I mean it, Baby," he breathed hotly into her mouth, running his hand
down her ribs and over the full swell of her rounded hip and along her
outer, covered thigh, then behind and up to press beneath and cup the
softness of her buttocks, "I'm going to fuck you... and you're going to
love it... every second of it."

"Jamey... Jamey!" she gasped. "We... I... oh, we shouldn't."

Her brain reeled in the throes of the fogging emotions that had swept
over her, and she wagged her head negatively, visions of her Mom,
interspersed with the face of Rickie Thompson, fleeting in and out of
her mind, while the obscene word he had spewed at her along with its
complete meaning ricocheted erotically through her aroused senses. Yet,
even as she tried to oppose him, she sensed the barriers of her
restraint crumbling rapidly, the very sound of his use of lewd,
unspeakable words strangely exciting her.

"Yes... yes, we can, Baby," he whispered softly, covering her mouth with
his and sucking at her lips, his hands suddenly moving to unzip the
zipper at the back of her slacks. "I'm going to slip my cock right up
into that tight, cherry cunt of yours, gently and sweetly... hold your
luscious ass tight in my hands and fuck my cock into your pussy until
you swear you're in heaven," he hissed as she stared fixedly up into his
eyes, her breathing increasing with every licentious, but
passion-building word that came from his lips. "But first, I'm going to
lick and suck that little hole between your legs like you've never
dreamed of it in your lifetime... ," he went on, his hand slipping down
inside the loosened waist of her slacks, over the flat plane of her
quivering belly, and slowly down to the thin, nylon covered swell of her
pubic mound to gently stroke and tease at her dampening vaginal lips
beneath. "And you're going to love me for it, Baby... love and beg me to
fuck and suck and fuck you..."

"Ooohhhh God," Nadine whimpered, breathing heavily, her arms clutching
tightly around his neck in a sudden, uncontrollable burst of passion
that completely bewildered her, desire that her vibrantly aroused young
body could not, and did not want to, harness.

She kissed him wantonly, thrusting her tiny tongue deep into his mouth,
while the middle finger of his hand that she had let slip down inside
her slacks, pressed and rubbed at her moist, nylon-shielded vagina, and
she knew that she was going to let him... let him do whatever in this
world he wanted, to her!

"Are you ready, Baby... ? Ready to become a woman?" he whispered,
suddenly removing his taunting hand from inside her slacks, then
abruptly, lifting her bodily into his arms. "Ready to be sucked and
fucked... made love to fully for the first time in your life?"

"Oh God... Oh God, yes... yes, Jamey darling!" she blurted, hardly
realizing the words had come from her own lips. "Love me... please, love
me... Make a woman of me, my darling!"

Jamey Halo could hardly believe the passion choked response that gasped
from her soft, moist lips into his face. He knew only that the heat and
aroma of her young hot breath was setting him crazy, forgetting his
godamned revenge on her mother... forgetting everything else in the
friggin' world except the pagan magnificence of this virginal creature
in his arms. Christ! He couldn't wait any longer!

She clung to him, her arms locked around his neck, her head on his
shoulder and he carried her whimpering and mewling to his bedroom. There
in the darkness, he kissed her again and felt her tongue slide into his
mouth with a wantonness he'd bet she never realized she possessed. His
prick throbbed and strained in his pant leg, until he was certain it was
going to break, rip out by the roots, if her didn't release it soon.

"Oh God, Darling... I'm afraid... I'm afraid," she whined. "I want to...
I do... but I'm afraid..."

Jamey felt her hot tears against his face. "It's all right, Baby... it's
all right. You want to be a woman, don't you... don't you?"

"Yes... yes... yes..."

"Then, don't be afraid, Doll," he reassured her. "I'll be gentle... and
we'll make beautiful love... fuck to our hearts content... really find
and love each other... until every muscle in our bodies are relaxed and
filled with love. Isn't that what you want?"

"Yes... oh, yes, Darling... I want you to! I do!" she gasped.

He thought she did, in fact, there was no godamned question in his mind
but what she did. He kissed her again to restore her confidence. Nothing
could go wrong now; he couldn't take that. His cock was like an
ax-handle. Shit, he'd rape her if she tried to stop him. He put her down
and said: "Do you want to undress yourself?"

She hesitated, clutching at the muscle of his arm, her nails digging
into his flesh. "I-I... oh... yes. Let's do it quickly, Jamey. I'm so
frightened. I don't want a moment when you're not touching me. Please...
please, hurry?"

"I'll hurry, Baby, don't worry. And I'm right here beside you. You want
a light?"

"No! Please, no! Not... not at first... any way."

Nadine began to remove her clothes, but almost hypnotically, her mind
spinning from what she reasoned must be her rapid consumption of the
drinks; she shut all else from thought but the rapture to come. She
could hear Jamey and the rustle of his clothing as he removed them, and
suddenly a tingling chill spiraled through her at the thought that in
moments she would be in bed naked with the boy she loved... her
handsome, wonderful Jamey, with his hot hard flesh pressed tightly
against her own, his thing rigid and throbbing in anticipation of making
love to her. Oh God, Mom, you have to understand... I love him! I love
him! He was meant for me... not you... don't you see? God...

And then, he was behind her, his arms slipping around her waist as she
stood there with her flimsy nylon panties her last covering. She felt
his lips on her naked shoulder while his hands smoothed over the little
bowl of her smooth, white belly. She shuddered, delighted at his touch.

He said nothing, only let his hands slide up ward over her hot, satiny
flesh to her large, full pointed breasts, his hot, sensitive hands
slipping beneath to cup upwards and lift them as the cool air brushed
entrancingly against her unleashed nipples that had burst into hardness.

"Christ, they're absolutely spectacular, Baby. You'll win that contest
tomorrow night going away," he said, then he laughed softly. "If you
want to cinch it, just let the male judges have a good feel of these
before you go on."

Nadine knew he was kidding her, and there was a warming delight in
knowing they could joke about such intimate things... like husbands and
wives, or just lovers, must do. The reassurance of his closeness sent a
thrilling sensation of confidence through her

"Do you think I should?" she questioned innocently, laying her head back
against his broad shoulder as he forced his long, thick hardness up
against himself by pressing it in between her full buttocks, the strange
masculine presence confusing and delighting her.

"You better not!" he warned, and her breath hitched in her throat as he
massaged and kneaded, stroked and caressed her vibrant naked breasts,
pinching at the tiny, hard cherry nipples and rolling them between his
fingers, causing unknown, erotic fermentations to spasm blissfully
through her whole body. Then, he was moving around in front of her. She
stood perfectly still, her hands by her sides, trembling wildly from the
excitement swirling through her. He lowered his head, cupped her breast
and sucked the erect throbbing nipple deep inside his hot, wet mouth.
Nadine swayed in the darkness, the overwhelming rapture causing her to
nearly lose her balance.

"Take off your panties," he said still holding to her breast, and she
did, rolling them down her hips and bending forward; he took both
breasts then, one in each hand and held them until she straightened, her
panties in a useless pile on the floor at her feet, finally kissing and
sucking each one individually.

Christ, he couldn't believe there were ever such firm young tits in the
world! So full, so hot and wanting. She was more than the replica of her
mother... she was her mother when Cal Sheldon had first gotten to her!
And he, Jamey Halo, was going to be the first to enjoy, to take, to fuck
and suck too, this unbelievable reproduction of the two of them! Godamn!
There was something sadistically fulfilling about that. Christ, he could
only imagine the delicate, nectaral tang, or the swooning tightness of
her vestal cunt... and he didn't want to just think about it any longer.
His prick had gone way beyond that stage. He felt an infuriation of
lust, yet, somehow he must keep his cool, he reasoned, lest he destroy
the ultimate pleasures this most delectable creature was about to bring
him.

He moved her toward the bed and she eased onto it, her frightened
breathing filling the room, delighting him. She lay down on her back and
he moved in beside her; she rolled toward him, wrapping her arms about
his neck, waiting to be kissed. He did, ramming his tongue into her
mouth, almost to her throat, his one hand traversing over her breasts
and down her side, across her belly, finally reaching the moist
velvetness of her hot, sensitive vaginal split, toying momentarily in
the sparsely covered pubic hair as her breath burst from her lungs with
the shock his fingers brought her; then, searchingly, he discovered her
tiny excited clitoris. He tweaked and pinched it, raising gasps that
exuded into his mouth, and then he ran his fingers downward through the
sensitive, undefiled flesh to the small, unbroken opening of her vagina,
and while his tongue fucked into her hungrily receptive mouth, he
slipped his middle finger very slowly up into the damp, tiny hole of her
maidenhead... into the unpenetrated passage of her quivering vagina...

Godamn! He was going to lose his mind, his prick ached so!


Chapter 11

Susan had been forced to talk with Max on the telephone when Silk Weaver
refused to give her permission to go home. It was a lie, her being ill,
but she had to say something. After Jamey's visit, she knew that she
couldn't go on again. Maybe, if she were more seasoned, could adopt that
philosophy of 'the-show-must-go-on'... but in truth, she knew she would
never be stage-people. She was proud of her acceptance by the audience,
still, she was not about to try and fool herself... she was not for this
existence. If she hadn't been forced into... Oh, what was the use of
thinking about it!

She manipulated the Ford toward home, pleased in her mind that Max had
shown compassion. She really hadn't expected that either, anymore than
what she'd received from Silk, but the blind- man had surprised her...
just as he'd surprised her yesterday afternoon, when... when...

Her face flushed in the darkness of the automobile at her own thoughts.
She hadn't been able to sleep too well last night, either. The fact that
Max Bovino had brought her sex fulfillment like she'd never dreamed of
in her entire lifetime had been working on her internally, much as an
upset stomach might, only in this case, she knew no medical cure. Dear
God, how had she ever gotten herself into such a position? Jamey hated
her, Max wanted her and Nadine needed her. With one wrong move, she
could place both Jamey and Nadine, forgetting herself, in jeopardy. Oh
Cal... why? Why did you leave me? Why wouldn't you recognize my love for
you? Could that girl... that Shelly creature possibly have meant that
much to you? Weren't you aware that I knew all along? Don't
misunderstand... I knew you'd come back to me; you always did... but I
was afraid that Jamey'd find out and there'd be a terrible fight.

Why, Cal? Why did you have to take your life?

By the time Susan reached home her cheeks were wet with tears. It wasn't
uncommon, not since his death, but now the distances were less than when
they still lived on Jamey's estate; hence, her tears didn't have the
opportunity to reach their fullest capacity.

Susan parked the car, climbed the stairs and was surprised to find their
apartment empty. It was ten-thirty and Nadine hadn't asked to go any
where. Of course, she had been at the school for rehearsal, but that was
long over with. Had they not had an understanding which both of them in
variably adhered to, Susan wouldn't have thought another thing of it,
but they did.

She dialed the Trent residence and Ann answered.

"Hi Ann... have you seen Nadine tonight?"

"No, Mrs. Sheldon. I've been home all evening."

"You didn't go to the rehearsal, then?"

"Un unh. I'm not in the pageant, you know."

"Yes... yes, I know, Ann. Well, thank you anyway."

"Of course. 'Night."

"Bye."

Momentarily, Susan sat silently thinking. She dialed a second number. A
woman answered and Susan identified herself. Momentarily, Rickie
Thompson's unmistakable voice spoke.

"Rickie, do you know where Nadine is?"

"No. How would I know? That creep, Jamey Halo picked her up. I... I
guess Nadine and I won't be seeing each other very much any..."

"You say, Jamey Halo?"

"Yeah. He come by after rehearsal with his Porsche and she climbed into
that heap like it was the only one in the world."

"She didn't say where she was going, Rickie?"

"Say... She didn't even tell me good-bye. I've had it, Mrs. Sheldon!
Nadine's pushed me around too many times! That's what my Mom says.

"Well, your Mom's right, Rickie," Susan said, trying to keep her poise.
"A young man of your caliber shouldn't take that from any girl. Of
course, you have to remember that Nadine is just a little girl..."

"Crap! Excuse me, Mrs. Sheldon, but I mean it. If she's a little girl,
I'm Tarzan. You ought to see the way she was playing up to that TV dude
tonight. I mean..."

"Yes, well, I can imagine, Rickie... and I'll speak to her about it.
Thanks for the information. Good-bye."

Susan hung up and leaned back momentarily in the chair. Her mind was
immediately flooded with a mirage of visions that she didn't want to
accept. She'd never blinded herself to the fact that Nadine had a crush
on Jamey; nor had she ever ignored the way that he looked at her, their
age closeness, nor the reality that Jamey Halo was a juvenile lecher.
But because of their feelings, her own and Jamey's toward one another,
she had never entertained a belief that he would... he would try to
touch Nadine.

Dear God... ! She had to be sure! He'd take her to Quarrysite, wouldn't
he? What was it he had said in the dressing room? "... Bitch! You'll be
sorry, damn you! You hear, Miss China-Doll... more sorry than you ever
dreamed..."

Nadine hardly felt him slither down her, rolling her gently over onto
her back and spreading her thighs as he crawled lower and placed himself
between them, his face hovering just above her moist and excited loins.
The room was dark and her mind was glazed in its rapture. She felt large
flat masculine palms of warm hands pressing against the softness of her
inner thighs, holding them wide apart, and her breath bubbled in her
chest as she waited in mounting desire for what would happen next. Ann
Trent had done it to her... would he?

"Oooohhhhh!" Nadine lurched, as his hot, moist lips closed over the soft
pubic mound at the base of her belly. Then, she sensed liquid,
tantalizing kisses being lavished on the hair-lined slit of her wildly
palpitating pussy... just as he had promised, his tongue flicking
snakelike at the soft, quivering opening. Every muscle in her body
tautened at the insanely pleasurable licking of her still-closed vagina
while uncontrollable groans of ecstasy rolled from her lips. My God, be
had said it... said he would lick and suck her cunt... but... oh God...

The lights went on, then!

The room was like a stage with her laying there obscenely, her legs
spread wide while he kneeled between them, his mouth glued to her cunt
and her mother stood before her!

"Stop! Stop it, damn you!" Susan screamed. "Stop, or I'll kill you,
Jamey!"

Nadine gaped at her mother, unable to speak. She held her father's
pistol in her hand and it was pointed right at Jamey's back. Dear God in
heaven! She had never felt so utterly despicable in her life! If she'd
had any feeling of elation, and Lord knows, she had, it was rapidly
disintegrating at that very moment! The very deathlike, frozen
expression on her Mom's face was fusing her bones together!

"Get off her, you little bastard!"

Jamey did, getting to the floor and slowly turning to look at her
mother. Dear God, he wasn't afraid. He was smiling, his... his prick
still standing magnificently right out in front of him. Nadine couldn't
believe it.

"Well... surprise," said Jamey, for some reason not caring... almost
hoping she'd pull the trigger. "Su Lyn, isn't it? The China-Doll?" he
said, taking two-steps toward her, then reaching down to take hold of
his prick right before her eyes. "What can I do for you, Su Lyn? Want me
to spread this around... ? Or, would you rather shoot me, and maybe your
daughter because we were making love? I wonder... ? Is that any worse
than what you were doing on that fucking stage tonight?"

"You conceited bastard!" Susan spat at him. "What I was doing was
partially for you... so that Max Bovino wouldn't twist your neck to get
the money out of you that you owe him... but that's unimportant now."
Susan moved forward, edging around the bed. "Did... Did he put his thing
into you, Nadine?"

"N-No... but I wanted him to."

"I'm sure you did," Susan spat. "Now; get up and get dressed."

Nadine didn't move. She stared at her mother, then at Jamey, amazed at
the still hardened thickness of his shaft. "No," she answered. "I'm
going to stay here with Jamey. We're either going to make love... or you
can shoot us, Mommy... and I love you, honest, I do."

Susan gaped at the magnificent nude figure of her voluptuous daughter,
yet unmoved from the lewd position she had found her in with Jamey
between her thighs, his face buried... and all of the misery,
frustration, and rage she had ever known bubbled up inside her. She
raised the weapon in her band, leveling at Jamey's stomach.

"Damn you!" she blurted. "Damn you."

But she never got to pull the trigger, even if she might have. The
pistol was snatched from her grasp by Silk Weaver who stood there with
Lou Freed and another cohort named Burke.

Silk smiled slowly. "You're sick all right, bitch. You've got a sick
family, too. I don't think Max is going to like it... but I'll bet my
ass he likes that daughter of yours." He smiled lewdly at the young
frightened girl on the bed. "Come on, Baby, get some clothes on. And
don't worry. You want to fuck... ," he laughed, "the night's just begun,
kid. Out on the farm, sometimes, we fuck for days and days. Now, get
moving... Max is going to love this episode."


Chapter 12

The farm that Silk Weaver had referred to was remotely located in the
back-country some ten miles north of Parksburg. Burke, a tall, pasty-
faced individual with vicious eyes and limp-wrists, drove the Buick
sedan. Jamey rode beside him with Lou Freed on his right, while Silk sat
in back with Susan and Nadine under his constant surveillance.

Nadine couldn't restrain the tears of shame and near-terror that
dribbled down her lovely young face, at last, realizing that had it not
been for her going to Jamey's with him, none of this would have
happened. She had betrayed her Mom with her stupid jealousy and wanton
performance; now in some horrible way they were all going to pay because
of her. She cuddled close to her mother whose arms were about her
holding her tight against her breast, her gentle hand caressing the
crown of her head soothingly.

"There, there, Baby, it's going to be all right. Don't be afraid," Susan
whispered into Nadine's ear, struggling to keep her own voice level,
while simultaneously her flesh cringed beneath the hot, scrawny hand of
Silk Weaver that was wedged between her legs, his nails gouging the soft
satiny skin of her inner-thighs in his effort to reach the nylon
concealed suppleness of her genitals.

Thank God, Susan reasoned, it was dark and Nadine couldn't see his vile
act, as she desperately tried to squeeze her legs tight together,
imprisoning his hand to keep it from reaching its ultimate goal

"Open your legs, bitch!" he hissed into her ear, clutching and digging
his nails into the tender, sensitive thigh-flesh brutally.

The pain was too overwhelming to endure, causing Susan to comply as
tears of agony streamed down her own cheeks. Slowly she spread her
thighs and his burning hand shot upward to clutch lewdly at the swollen
little puffiness of her pubic mound and vaginal lips, squeezing and
twisting with thumb and fingers through the sheer material of her
panties. Then, they were tearing the thin covering to one side and she
felt his cruel middle finger dig into the raw, unwanting pink flesh of
her vulva, finally scraping down to the small, unreceptive mouth of her
vagina and thrusting right up into her cuntal passage to the palm of his
hand.

"Augh!" Susan gasped from the sharp pain of his fingernail tearing at
the velvety inner-flesh as he began to worm it around wildly inside her.

"What?" questioned Nadine. "What is it, Mother?"

"N-Nothing, Baby... nothing," Susan managed, her breath hitching in her
throat while Silk Weaver sniggered gleefully at the pain and debasement
he was causing her.

Then, suddenly they were turning into a country lane and Susan could see
the faint outline of what appeared to be a house in the moonless night.
She breathed a sigh of relief as the Buick came to a stop and Silk made
one last vicious plunge into her vagina, his fingertip brushing
painfully against the tiny mouth of her womb before he crooked the
member, hook-fashion, and jerked it out of her

"Aughhh!" Susan winced, again, biting at her lower lip as if to help her
bear the minute of agony he left with her, and once more Silk laughed
sadistically.

"What is it, Mother?" Nadine asked again, sitting upright and trying to
see the woman in the darkness.

"Shut up and get out!" Silk snarled, opening the door to lead the way.
"All of you, get out. And I warn you, don't try anything... especially
you, Halo, or I'll blow your damned head off."

Meekly, the prisoners obeyed. Susan walked with her arm around Nadine
who continued to cling tight to her as Burke led the way and the other
two, with Jamey between them, brought up the rear. They climbed wooden
steps and crossed a porch of creaky flooring, then, Burke opened the
door and they saw light from inside.

A musty smell filled Jamey's nostrils as his two escorts pushed him into
a narrow hallway behind Susan and Nadine. It was a farmhouse all right,
and nothing more... aged, poorly furnished and dusty from lack of use.
It reminded him of a hide out prop, the type often seen in
cops-and-robber "B" movies. He wished to Christ that was what it was...
just a story, with a director about to yell, "Cut... print it!"

Instead, they were all herded into what was probably the living room,
and there in a high backed, leather chair sat Max Bovino in his
inevitable dressing gown, his massive seeing-eye boxer at his feet.

"It's about time. Where in hell've you been?" the big handsome man
barked.

"We didn't waste anytime, Boss," Silk replied. "Right after I called to
tell you Mrs. Sheldon here was on her way to Quarrysite, we followed and
sure enough, she heads for Halo's place."

"So." the blind-man said, his chin raised high as he faced straight
ahead. "That's the way you work, is it, Susan? First, you lie to me
about being sick, then, after I told you to stay away from that little
welsher, you sneak out to see him behind my back, eh? It never occurred
to you that I'd have you watched, now did it? You're just an unfaithful
bitch like all the others.

"I went to Jamey's looking for my baby!" Susan snapped, holding Nadine
who was trembling in utter terror, tight against her.

"Your baby...?" Max repeated, an expression of confusion furrowing his
brow. "Who the hell's she talking about, Silk?"

The hawk-faced man grinned. "Her kid, she's right here, Boss."

Max grunted. "Bring her over here," he ordered.

Silk grasped Nadine's arm and the lovely young girl tried to pull free
of him as she clung to her mother.

"No! No! Take your hands off me!" Nadine cried and Jamey started to move
forward.

Both Burke and Lou Freed caught him by the arms, the big ex- pug
twisting one up behind him in a painful hammer-lock. "One more move out
of you and I'll break it off, punk!" Freed threatened, while Jamey
winced from the pain.

"It's all right, Nadine," her mother said. "He won't hurt you... don't
be afraid...

Once more, Silk grabbed Nadine, only this time not so gently. "Come on,
cunt," he snarled, jerking her across the room to stand before Max
Bovino who slowly leaned forward and stretched out his hands.

"Come closer," said Max, spreading his legs, until when Nadine looked
down she was shocked in horror to see that he was obscenely naked, his
hairy loins and huge genitals completely exposed before her. She
couldn't believe what her eyes were actually witnessing, and suddenly
she wanted to cry out and run to her mother. But then, his hand caught
her wrist and gently drew her to him, while his other big hand began to
move over her face, and she realized that this was the only way he could
see her.

His hands were light and gentle as suddenly they were moving over her
whole body, feeling and squeezing... her breasts, her waist, her thighs,
legs and buttocks, and once more the strange sensations she had
experienced at Jamey's rippled through her, even as she trembled
apprehensively before him.

"Christ! She's some baby, all right," said Max finally, breaking into a
slow, lecherous grin. "Just my type of baby, too... A replica of her
mother."

"No, Max! My God, no!" Susan exclaimed, moving forward until Silk caught
her and held her fast. "Please, Max... you can't! Do what ever you like
to me, but not my baby. My God, she's still a virgin..."

"Shut up, bitch!" Max spat at her. "You had your chance and you blew it.
You lied and cheated on me... now, you'll pay. No one makes a fool out
of Max Bovino and gets away with it..."

"Oh... please...I don't care about myself, but not Nadine," Susan
begged. "My God, she's..."

"Shut up, I said!" Max snarled at her. Then, to Nadine: "Don't lie to
me, kid... you a virgin?" Nadine could hardly speak. She opened her
mouth and finally, a sound came.

"Well... are you, or aren't you?" Max growled at her.

"Y-Yes"

"You don't seem very damn sure of it," the blind-man said, leaning back
in his chair.

"It's questionable, Boss," Silk put in. "When we got to Halo's place, he
and the kid were stripping on the bed, and the little China-Doll here
was about to blast one or both of 'em."

Max grinned slowly. "Jealous, eh Susan?"

"No! I was just trying to protect my daughter's virginity..."

"You don't say," the blind-man taunted. "You don't believe in that
like-mother-like-daughter routine, is that it?" He chuckled to himself.
"Well now, seeing there's some question about whether your a virgin or
not, kid, I guess it's up to me to settle it. So... strip. Let's find
out if you've been fucked. Meantime, Lou, you and Burke peel the clothes
from the welsher and tie him up good. We'll get to him later."

Susan broke free of Silk and ran over to Max's chair, dropping to her
knees beside it and clutching at his arm. "Please, Max, please? I beg
you, don't do this thing to her. Look, I'll do whatever you say...
anything... only please..."

"Mom, stop! I'm not afraid!" Nadine interrupted, her love for her mother
nearly overwhelming her as she realized what this wonderful woman was
tying to do to save her... and after what she, herself, had tried to do
to her. Dear God! Could her Mom ever forgive her... ?

Silk moved in and took hold of Nadine. "We've wasted enough time, kid.
Strip those clothes off...

"Take your filthy hands off me!" Nadine spat at him, jerking herself
free, then, slowly raising her sweater up over her head.

"Oh... oh my God," Susan moaned, slumping to the floor in tears, and
then Silk was jerking her to her feet.

"How about the China-Doll, Boss?" he said, grinning lewdly.

"She strips, too, Silk," the blind man replied, his bead high. "We're
going to have a mother-daughter party... ain't that right, Lonny?"

At the sound of his name, the massive animal got to his feet and moved
beside his master's chair to be petted, and the blind-man pulled at his
ears affectionately. So, he thought to himself, now I get my revenge...
in the fullest measure left to me. If only Susan hadn't crossed him it
might have been different... he would've settled for just having her...
but she was like all of the other cunts. He should've known more than to
believe he could thrust her. Women weren't made for trusting; they were
made for fucking and sucking a man's prick... and that was the extent of
it. Godamn her! She'd gotten to him, too! He'd had a real feeling for
her... The bitch! Now, she was going to pay... just like they all paid
when they crossed Max Bovino.

"I'm ready..." Nadine said, standing defiantly naked before him, her
hands by her sides, while Silk Weaver and Lou Freed stared at her
deliciously firm young body with lecherous eyes, their pricks jerking in
their pants.

Susan couldn't stand to look upon the degrading scene of her beautiful
daughter standing bravely naked before the unscrupulous blind-man who
had forced her to submit to his vile lust... yes, and even made her
enjoy it, as he was about to do to her precious baby. Oh, dear God! Help
us! Help us! she prayed to herself as she stripped her own panties down
the long white columns of her legs and stood as nude as her daughter.

Jamey lay on the floor, completely naked and bound hand and foot, his
wrists tied a second time to his knees so that he was curled into a
semi-ball. Bitter gall had erupted into his throat a half-dozen times in
his fear. Christ, they were never going to get out of this alive! Bovino
would kill them all when he was finished with them... and that godamned
queer, Burke, couldn't keep his hands off him. He looked up and saw the
pasty-faced one smiling evilly down at him. The bastard had his hands
all over his cock and balls when he was tying him. There wasn't much
question what he had in mind...

"Come closer," Max said to Nadine, leaning forward in his chair again,
reaching out his huge, sensitive hands, and she did, closing her eyes as
she moved in tighter between his legs. Then, she felt his fingertips
once more, lightly dancing over her trembling flesh... again, her
breasts, caressing and massaging them gently, tweaking her nipples into
hardness... traipsing down her ribs and over her quivering belly... her
hips, her buttocks, her suddenly, hot thighs... smoothing up and down
them as if he were amazed.

"Christ... you're as soft as velvet," he hissed, almost chokingly. "How
old are you, kid?"

"F-Fifteen," Nadine gasped, her breathing in creasing beneath the
stimulating touch of his unbelievably sensitive hands, the wild little
fermentations racing through her belly and loins once more... then he
was moving those hands toward her vagina! She closed her eyes tightly
and lifted her chin as his fingers moved downward to taunt the silken
patch of sparse young pubic hair covering her mound, this time, his
finger was lightly tracing, teasing the tight pink slit of her snug
pussy lips between her legs.

Nadine couldn't hold back the tiny moan that fell from her lips as she
unconsciously pressed her pelvis forward and felt his middle finger
trail down the length of her vaginal split, separating the soft curled
strands of hair as it went, then penetrating slowly, gently, into her,
massaging at the small elasticized channel mouth... finally, slipping up
into the little moist opening of her maidenhead.

"Oh... oh," she gasped, looking in the direction of her mother but not
seeing her... his magnificent hands were too much...

Silk Weaver had undressed and both Lou Freed and Burke were following
suit. The scrawny man had moved in behind Susan, thrusting his long
prick between her thighs and holding her tightly back against him, his
mean hands clutching and twisting at her breasts cruelly. The pain
brought tears to Susan's eyes, but her own physical agony was nothing in
comparison to the degradation her beautiful daughter must be going
through, she reasoned. Her poor, precious little girl, being subjected
to such abusive, horrifying lechery. Why didn't God strike him dead?
Damn him... Damn him...

"The kid's a virgin, all right," Max said suddenly, his finger still
inserted inside her tight, moist passage, and he could feel the reaction
of her strong young cuntal muscles sucking at his finger as a shudder
passed over her luscious body and his huge cock jerked into an upright
position.

Jamey stared at the whole wild and impossibly lewd scene, his own rod
stiffening into hardness uncontrollably, and then he looked up to see
the long, thick shaft of Burke jutting out from his loins and the wicked
smile on his pasty-face. Suddenly, the limp-wristed bastard was walking
around behind where he lay helplessly tied on the floor, balled up on
his side, and he felt him dropping down behind him.

"You sonofabitch!" Jamey screamed. "I'll kill you if you try that on me!
Godamn you! You filthy queer."

Silk began to laugh and maneuver Susan around where she had to watch.
Nadine opened her eyes and gaped over at the two men who lay on the
floor spoon-fashion... her own Jamey and the one called Burke. Dear God,
Burke's thing was as stiff as an iron rod, and he was holding tightly to
Jamey while he placed its ugly purple head right against his... his
anus. She stared in utter disbelief as the man began to press it into
Jamey, the huge knob pushing forcefully at the raised brown circle of
puckered flesh...

"What's going on?" Max questioned, Nadine, placing both hands on her
hips. "Tell me, what is it?"

"It's-It's the one called Burke," Nadine stammered, her lovely young
eyes gaping in disbelief.

"Well, godamnit! What's he doing? Tell me before I lose patience with
you, kid."

"He's... He's trying to put his thing... in Jamey."

Max chuckled. "You mean he's going to ass fuck him?"

Nadine swallowed tightly, new and more wild sensations swirling through
her at the obscene sight of Burke's hardened penis now half buried in
Jamey's bottom. She had heard about such things, and had always
questioned the truth of them... a person wanting another of the same
sex... but there was no longer any doubt in her mind. Dear God! The
man's cock was all the way up Jamey's behind, and he was beginning to
push and pull in and out of him in a frenzy, while Jamey whimpered and
cursed.

"Godamn you! I told you to give me the picture!" Max barked. as
suddenly; Silk began to force her mother down to the floor and Lou Freed
had come over to help.

"Yes... yes!" Nadine replied, tears dribbling down her face at the sight
of her mother being pressed down onto her face and Silk crawling on top
of her back, spreading her beautiful legs and holding his foul prick
lewdly in his hand. "He's ass-fucking him! Is that what you wanted to
hear?" She screamed at the blind-man. "And that's what that other
horrible man creature is about to do to my mother! Oh God, Mr. Bovino,
stop him, stop him!"

Max chuckled. He had no intentions of stopping anything, in fact, his
little vengeance-party was just beginning. But the best was yet to
come... and it was time.

"Get down on your knees, Baby," he snapped. "Hurry... down, right here
between my legs... 'cause you're in for the treat of your lifetime."

Nadine attempted to struggle, but he held tight to her wrists. "Oh
please, Mr. Bovino... make them all stop. I'll... I'll do whatever you
say... only make them leave my mother and Jamey alone."

"Down, damnit!" he snarled, applying strong pressure to her slender arms
and she crumbled down on her knees, tears welling from her eyes.

"Now, raise that beautiful little ass of yours up in the air... So... is
it up there?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Max grinned. "All right Lonny... now! Fuck, Lonny!
Fuck!"

Nadine knelt in near-petrified, confused terror as the massive animal
padded behind her, while she tried to observe the vile abuse being
inflicted upon her mother. Max still held tightly to her wrists and her
face was only inches away from his massive, ugly rod towering up from
his hairy loins. Dear God, she didn't want to look at that horrible
thing, nor that huge bag hanging between his legs... but the sheer agony
she felt at seeing her mother being subjected to such sadistic,
lascivious treatment was as bad. Oh Lord! Silk was trying to shove his
filthy, long prick right into her Mom's beautiful bottom... and her
mother was just lying there on her belly with her thighs wide-spread,
her buttocks raised slightly off the floor up at him... not fighting
him... just submitting to his fiendish rape! And the other one, Lou
Freed... he was watching in lewd fascination... watching and waiting...
Dear God! Oh! Oh! What was that?

Nadine choked back a scream, the blood suddenly icing in her veins as
she felt something cold and wet slipping back between her own
buttocks... then, moving downward toward the tight and completely
defenseless slit of her upraised vaginal lips. She stiffened and jerked
at the spasmodic, cold wet touches against her sensitive genitals, but
when the great dog growled warningly, she realized it was his nose.
Oh... oh... what further piece of degradation was this? He was sniffing
at her as if she were another animal... a female dog in heat! She lifted
her head, then realized the futility of looking up at her blind
tormentor as the cold, searching nose suddenly rubbed wetly against her
tiny, cringing anus.

My God! My God! What's he going to do to me? she thought, helplessly.

A split second later, she knew. His long tongue snaked out and licked
wetly up and down the crevice surrounding her snug little rectum, the
tip burrowing slightly into the outer, fleshy anal ring. She waggled her
buttocks uncontrollably at the taunting sensation and heard the brute's
responsive growl. A tremor of fear rippled over her as she reasoned that
she must remain still... not antagonize him. Again, the long length of
hot, moist flesh touched her and she felt him beginning to lap greedily
at the tight fissure between her spread thighs. He ran his tongue
fluidly through her crotch, from the snugly puckered little anus down
over the clasped pink edges of her pussy, reaching to the tiny pulsing
bud of her clitoris. Then, his thick lingual member had opened her,
spreading through her soft, sparsely fleeced vaginal lips like a honed
blade through butter. It laved relentlessly between her opened thighs,
pausing only occasionally to lunge in a curl into the tight mouth of her
chaste vagina. Oh Lord, she couldn't believe what was happening, nor the
effect it was having on her. She stared over at her mother who was now
lying on her back on top of Silk and she saw his cock thrust right up
her beautiful mother's soft, round buttocks. His scrawny hands clutched
and dug into the satiny flesh of her belly, while she lay obscenely
sprawled, her lovely head almost draping over his shoulder, her mouth
open, her eyes clenched tightly shut, and the ugly one they called Lou
Freed was kneeling between her widespread legs, his heavy prick in his
hand as he steered it toward the opened pink flesh of her moist
vulnerable cunt! Oh Lord, God! They were both going to... to fuck her at
the same time! Oh... Oh... why didn't Jamey help her?

She strained to see him, and did. Burke was still spooned right up tight
to his buttocks, his perverted prick buried. in the depths of poor
Jamey's unprotected rectum... only... only... Burke had untied Jamey's
wrists from his knees and the foul man had his hand wrapped around
Jamey's stiff penis, pumping it furiously as he plunged into his rectum,
and... and Jamey wasn't fighting him either! His eyes were closed, his
mouth slack, and he was thrusting his buttocks back against Burke's
horrible, skewering rod of flesh.

Oh, in heaven's name! What was happening to all of them? She couldn't
believe her own eyes, nor the grunts and groans of ecstasy that were
suddenly filling her ears. Were they all going mad?

But then, at that very moment she, too, groaned aloud as Lonny's
incessantly probing tongue shot into the tight moist channel of her
vagina to graze her maidenhead, squirming into her like a scared lizard,
ravishing her exposed vaginal orifice mercilessly. And at that precise
moment, unknown, wild, galvanic sensations burst inside her and she
whimpered loudly as she involuntarily lowered her face and lips to the
naked flesh of Max Bovino's hard thigh.

The blind-man had waited patiently. He'd known it would come. None of
the bitches he'd ever submitted before Sir Launcelot could resist him
for long, say nothing of this little virgin. The godamned trained-brain
cur was more of a lecher than he'd ever been. Max could sense the rapid
change taking place in the little cunt; Lonny was setting her off in a
manner she never dreamed possible. It was time now, really time.

"Now, Lonny! Fuck, boy You hear? Fuck!"

Nadine felt as if she were in some strange befogged coma of rapture. Her
loins and belly had begun to churn warmly, alive with atom-like prurient
tingles she had never thought existed. Neither her mother nor Jamey
could any longer claim a place in her mind, even though she tried
desperately to think of them, but the beautiful animal's tongue had
licked and stroked all superfluous things into near-oblivion. She was
lost in her own enchantment.

Susan groaned audibly as she lay on top of Silk Weaver, he, outstretched
beneath her, her back tight against his stomach and chest, her legs
splayed out obscenely on the outside of his, while his massive,
throbbing cock was interred to its entirety up into the very recesses of
her bowels. She was helplessly impaled, as though sitting on a giant
pulsating stake of torture. She tried to think of Nadine, but the pain
wouldn't permit it. Her mind wouldn't function.

"You filthy, stuck-up cunt!" Silk hissed into her ear degradingly as Lou
Freed crawled on top of her, ruthlessly forcing his legs between Silk's
and her own, brutally expanding her thighs even further apart and
grasping his swollen, stone-hard cock to guide it quickly into the
moist, stretched channel of her open vagina. "How does my cock feel
rammed right up your tight asshole, eh, you bitch?"

"Ooooohhhhhh!" Susan groaned, the hawk-faced man's words falling against
unhearing ears as Lou Freed's massive prick slithered lizard-like up
into her cuntal passage until she felt his balls smack heavily against
the spread cheeks of her buttocks, joining the other invading phallus
in- bedded deep in her ass. She wailed loudly, both in agony from the
pain and the debased shame, caught between these two evil, lust-filled
men who were raping her mercilessly with their enormous, angry pricks
thrust deep into her soft, tender body, with only the slightest wall of
flesh between rectum and vagina separating their hard, fleshy shafts

Jamey Halo was watching it all from his unbelievably debased position,
refusing to let him self believe that he could ever come to enjoy the
depraved sodomy he was being submitted to, while at the same time, the
queer bastard was clutching and pumping his cock until he thought it
would shatter any minute. Yet, he had to marvel in wide-eyed lust at
Freed's prick fucking into Susan's hot, moist hole with unbelievable
fury, while Silk's bony loins plunged up and down, lifting them right
off the floor... in and out of her tight asshole with sadistic, vicious
strokes... both of them finally falling into a rhythmic tempo that
buffeted her between them smoothly, and the dual-fucked Susan lay limp
and sandwiched like some rubber dummy, moaning continuously at the
outrageous, ravishment of her defenseless crotch. Christ... it was
something to see!

The glistening pair of thick pricks were ramming into her lewdly
stretched passages like pile-drivers, and his own inflamed, lust-glazed
eyes stared excitedly at the lengthy, wet cocks, moist from her cuntal
secretions, fucking like crazy in an harmonious cadence into her.

Sonofabitch! The ramming cock in his own ass, along with the queer's
jerking of his prick was setting him off! He never would've believed it
could happen... but it was... and it was good, good!

He gaped at the frayed, coral edges of Susan's pussy being extracted
with Lou Freed's huge prick on the backstroke, and disappearing back
inside when he thrust deep into her belly. The same sight caught his eye
with Silk's vicious cock sucking down out of her, tugging the tight
ridges of her hungrily clasping asshole with it, then fluidly soaring
back up into her as he heaved up ward until his balls were wedged
tightly into the cleft of her beautiful, yielding ass-cheeks

But Christ almighty What was happening to Nadine? She was on her knees
between Bovino's open legs and the godamned dog was mounting the spread
moons of her firm young ass that he'd almost gotten to, paws wrapping
around her waist as if the beautiful girl were its mating bitch... and
he could see the glistening, scarlet dog-prick slipping from its huge
sheath, dripping freely, its tapered point jerking and dancing as the
brute hunched in close to her, endeavoring to bury the pink, lean tip
and the thickening shaft into her young, virginal body! Shit, the
godamned fucking beast was going to get her cherry!

Nadine felt her belly constrict while she knelt in a fearful,
half-mesmerized daze; she sensed Launcelot mounting her, his soft furry
body crowding in toward her trembling buttocks, his forelegs clutching
at her hips powerfully. His beautiful tongue had rekindled the wild
sensations in her young, unviolated loins... sensations she had first
felt at Jamey's, but even more-so now than from Jamey's short and gentle
ministrations, and she found herself sobbing when she looked back,
shifting her quaking, round ass cheeks in an effort to try and capture
the lengthening animal prick. Oh Lord, she wanted the long slippery
organ inside her... had to have it inside her to quell the insane
tingling spasms that were continually increasing within her chaste young
pussy!

Intrinsically, she reached down between her wide spread thighs, grasping
the wet shaft and causing Lonny to half-growl, half-whimper, while she
tried to place the pointed nozzle at the tiny mouth of her
passion-flushed, moist vaginal opening, hardly realizing what she was
doing in her bewildered, sensuous coma.

Immediately, the great animal thrust and Nadine screamed!

"Eeeeiiiggggghhhhhhh!" she cried out in shocked disbelief, then with a
twisting lurch tried to shake the impaling rod of animal flesh out of
her pierced cunt as the total agony of his feral assault raced madly
from the core of her body to her brain. The goring spear had ripped her
wide open, she knew, and the blood was streaming from her! She'd felt
the thin membrane of her hymen give way before the ferocious onslaught
with a renting stab of pain, and she was certain the brute had torn the
horribly expanded little opening of her vaginal hole!

But her efforts to free herself were in vain, for Lonny's fierce growl
filled her ears while his hairy forepaws clutched possessively at her
waist, thrusting, thrusting, spreading her virginal passage open wider
and wider as he hammered his long animal-cock deep up inside her tight,
pulsing, hot channel.

Jamey watched in lascivious fascination, while the perverted,
pasty-faced Burke continued to ream his back passage and pump savagely
at his rod, gawking in amazed lust as the thick, scarlet canine shaft
slithered forward with a wet charge until it was sunk almost to the
hilt, the dog's hairy black balls swinging beneath Nadine's damp,
hair-lined crotch. He watched the animal buck frenziedly at the moaning
girl's lovely, trembling buttocks, attempting to skewer her onto the
last remaining inches of the still growing pole of his huge glistening
cock...

Susan was unaware of all around her. Shamed and aching, her head tossing
back and forth against Silk's hollow chest while his hands clung
brutishly to her breasts, she felt only a great heat and splitting at
her loins. She felt super-defiled, and every part of her seemed to be at
those two great holes they were tunneling between her legs. Her lips
opened and closed in torment. Occasionally, she tried to flatten her
hips, or draw her buttocks in to lessen the pain of her anus, but then
she was aware only of the tightening of her vagina and the extra pain
which followed from Lou Freed's relentless entry.

Oh God! God help me! she groaned inwardly, while they buffeted her
between them like a common slut, using her helpless, defenseless body as
a human drain into which they would eventually spill their lewd,
seething sperm. She felt debased beyond all reason, and that the
ravaging of her body had been going on since the beginning of time.

Then... then... the very helplessness of her obscene position raced
through her mind, and the licentious mental vision of being fucked by
two lust-warped men simultaneously began to luridly excite her, causing
a sudden masochistic hunger to agitate her belly, and a low, ecstatic
moan broke from her lips. Subconsciously a fire stormed through her and
she began to wildly undulate her buttocks and squeeze with both cuntal
and anal muscles at the swollen, hard, thick cocks boring into her

Her daughter hung on a mental plane of unfathomable pleasure- pain,
kneeling between the powerful, naked, hairy thighs of Max Bovino, her
now passion-glazed eyes flicking open at intervals to see the
blind-man's towering, heavy-veined prick standing rigidly mere inches
from her face, the sight of it no longer repelling her. At first,
Lonny's vicious animal-rape into her virginal passage had nearly blinded
her with the excruciating agony from the enormous shaft bursting into
her, pushing the velvety, resistant flesh of her tight young vagina
before it, until in seconds he had rammed it all the way up inside the
warm, moist channel. And as he continued to piston into the softness of
her upturned buttocks, she could feel his silky hair brushing excitingly
against them; she was impaled to the fullest on his wonderful
animal-cock and suddenly reveling in new-found joy at its unnatural
possession of her vestal cunt.

She breathed a moan of bliss from her sudden, lust-slackened lips and
she began to move rhythmically backwards to meet Lonny's superb, panting
thrusts. His forelegs clung to her soft, white hips like powerful furry
arms; she began to undulate her body, rotating her buttocks in carnal
little circles, giving herself fully to the erotic delight of the
beastial fucking this splendid dog was pounding into her from the rear.

She wished there was some way she could watch his pleasure- giving cock
disappearing inside her clasping pussy, but she could only picture the
debauched sight, and the mere thought of their unnatural coupling sent
never-before salacious exultation soaring through her sensually aroused
and deflowered young body. She saw her large, taut breasts, one hanging
fully to the cushion between Max's legs, the other pressed tightly
against the hard, hot flesh of his thigh, its nipple tingling vibrantly
as she rubbed it against his hairy skin, her torso writhing and
perspiring as she worked to move in cadence with the breathtaking,
rampaging, dog- prick that was ever growing bigger and bigger...
continually expanding inside her entire passage to her belly. She
visualized it sliding deeper... deeper into the forever stretched mouth
of her clinging pussy, a relentless, steaming shaft of glistening flesh
lunging beautifully into her moist, pink cunt.

Then, she felt Max Bovino's hand brushing through her hair and she
looked up at him, opening her eyes. His fingers traced lightly over her
face, his brain recording what they read there. He smiled down at her
and took his cock in his other hand, stroking it slowly, lewdly, while
she watched, luridly captivated by the spectacle of the thick foreskin
moving up and down over the blunt, purplish head. Smoothly, his big hand
slipped beneath her wealth of long black hair, easing behind her neck
and head... he was drawing her face downward... down toward the huge
mushroom- knobbed shaft and she could see a small drop of clear liquid
seeping from the moist split at its tip.

"Lick it, Honey," he whispered. "Lick it like a cherry lollipop. Take it
in your hand... don't be afraid... hurry!"

Abruptly, a maddening excitement and desire welled up inside her and
slowly, Nadine's small hand moved forward to encircle the great,
spearing rod. She felt him writhe and heard him groan to her touch as
she drew back the foreskin from the glistening head the way he had done,
exposing the pulsing glans, then, manipulating the outer-flesh up and
down, fascinated with the thick, hot feel of it in her near-dwarfed
hand, her fingers hardly going around it; then, she lowered her
beautiful face as if magnetized by the massive phallic wonder... until
her lips were but a fraction of an inch from touching it. She heard him
groan once more, while Lonny fucked furiously into her now enraptured
cunt from behind, spurring her on as she sucked in her breath and
flicked out her tiny tongue to bring it into warm contact with the soft,
rubbery tip. She swirled it around slowly, wetly, experimentally, while
he twisted and jerked beneath her taunting, until her tongue-tip finally
found the little split at its end and wiggled into it.

Nadine tasted the pungent tang of the droplets of seminal fluid oozing
from it and immediately, a new, more enchanting ripple of pleasure
coursed through her while her young nostrils flared excitedly. Her hand
smoothed down over the rock-hard shaft to the velvety flesh at its heavy
base, then downward to his smooth, great testicles and she drew her
nails gently beneath them, then weighed them in the palm of her soft
warm hand, while with her other one she skinned the thick foreskin back
until the ponderous head stood sleek and naked... and she lowered her
wanting lips slowly, encompassing the spongy head between them, letting
it rub along the full length of her tongue as her wet, ovalled mouth
went down and down and down onto it.

Max Bovino grunted above her rising and lowering head; he began a slow
rolling with his strong hips, sliding his thick, lecherous cock in and
out of her youthful mouth with a wet sucking sound, guided by his hand
behind her head and entangling now in her long raven hair. With his
other hand, he tactily saw the puffing of her soft cheeks beneath him
and her head bobbing on the end of his prick, while her whole supple,
satiny body quivered from the powerful jolts of Lonny's plunging cock
smashing into her sweet, tender young cunt from behind. Christ! This was
the ultimate of vendettas... what he'd been waiting for. If only that
yellow bastard Cal Sheldon could see his wife and daughter right at that
moment... paying the price for his eyes... and this was only the
beginning! He shoved his throbbing shaft upward between her receptive,
sucking lips with a vengeance, his grin widening with each thrust into
her hungrily ovalled little mouth.

Nadine couldn't resist the sudden, delicious thrill of Max's cock in her
mouth. Her brain reeled ecstatically and her body was alive with sheer
sensual bliss, even though she hardly felt human... more of a mass of
sweating, lust-deranged flesh that wanted to be weirdly subjugated. She
was actually reveling in the debasement of being fucked this first time
in her life, and from behind by a beautiful panting animal, while she
sucked his master's cock! She ground her buttocks hard back against his
hairy, battering body and felt the tiny rivulets of moisture building in
the crevice between her ass-cheeks, sensing them dribbling down the
backs of her smooth inner thighs, while the mounting pressure in her
belly and loins signaled that something dynamic was soon going to happen
deep inside her belly.

She tasted and sucked wantonly at the ever expanding cock in her mouth,
the abrupt thought of it suddenly ejaculating as she knew they did from
school-sex class, spurting its white, thick sperm deep into her throat
setting her wild with anticipation. She wanted it! Yes... yes! She
wanted it to shoot into her mouth and throat... and she'd swallow it
right down into her belly! She wondered if it would be warm... hot,
perhaps... like the feel of his heavy balls in her hands at that very
moment? Oh Lord... what was happening to her? She had never felt such
lust in her whole young lifetime...

Suddenly, Jamey cried out, but no one paid him any attention with the
exception of Burke who was squirting his load wildly up the young
actor's rectum, while he simultaneously pumped Jamey's cock that was
jerking in his hand, long white streams of sperm shooting forcefully
from its tip half-way across the room

"Ooooohhhh... Ooooohhhhhh... Yes... Yes!" Susan began to chant hoarsely
in the litany of the enraptured, as she continued to respond in kind to
each lunge into her cunt and rectal passage. Wild and insane, Silk and
Freed had become, punishing her between them without mercy; yet,
suddenly she was giving them back in equal fury every stroke they
delivered into her, until all three began to groan in an unintelligible
maze of ruttish, sexual abandonment.

"Ahhhhh... God, yes! I can feel both of your cocks beautifully inside
me! Faster... faster, damn you! Faster and harder! Oh, yes, yes! Fuck
harder... harder!" Susan cried out at them, urging them on, the thought
of having two men raping her at the same time suddenly driving her
toward a whirlwind of cyclonic lust. It seemed to go on forever... but
she never wanted it to stop... the mounting erotic bliss of it... the
hands gripping and clutching at her as if she were a lowly slut-slave...
and she was completely and helplessly impaled from above and below...
Her brain reeled... nothing mattered but the tremendous sensations of
subliminal ecstasy about to explode within her.

"Now!" she wailed. "Please... together... cum in me! Fill me! Now!
Hurryyyyy! Please hurrrrrryyyyyyyy!"

At that moment, Silk began to mouth obscenities and suddenly Susan felt
the hot, boiling liquid of his sperm shoot deep up into her back passage
as her own orgasm seized her, sending delicious spasms of sensation
rocketing through her, and she could feel every contraction of his
horrendous cock jerking out its load of seething white cream deep, deep
into the confines of her bowels; then, Lou Freed grunted and cursed
while she drew her thighs back as high as she could raise them, her
breath heaving from her lungs, and his jerking prick began spewing its
thick jets of hot semen far into the depths of her quivering belly, her
own secretions blending and pooling hotly with his, an almost frantic
convulsion of bliss momentarily overwhelming her.

Nadine was lost in the heat of her rising, ungovernable, newly
discovered passion... lost to any sense of her surroundings, conscious
only of the increased vigor in the magnificent animal thrusts pounding
from behind into the remotest parts of her no- longer virginal cunt, and
the naked loins crushing up tighter and tighter into her beautiful face.
She could feel the cock that was stiffly poling into her mouth begin
tensing in forceful trembling movements and the hand behind her head
grip harder. His hairy pelvis closed in on her until she felt certain he
was trying to drive his shaft down her throat to meet Lonny's
penetrating far up into her belly, and the exaggerated thought alone
drove her on wildly.

God, she wanted it to explode in her mouth... to swallow his cum and
feel it dribble down her throat... then, she sensed it swelling
convulsively and sucked it madly. It burst! He swore vilely, while his
prick gushed forth thick hot issues of the white, pungent liquid into
her throat, her lovely young cheeks ballooning and contracting as she
swallowed in hungry, thick gulps, fastening her lips tightly around the
jerking organ, not wanting to lose the tiniest drop of the precious
fluid... yet, she felt thin rivulets oozing from the corners of her
mouth as the blind-man seemed to collapse beneath her, his shrinking rod
slithering lifelessly from her still voraciously sucking mouth.

Susan had raised upright, dazed in the throes of her own violent climax,
then, let out a scream at the sight of the horrifying depravity her
beautiful daughter was being subjected to between the lustful,
vengeance-driven blind-man and his powerful trained dog. Dear God, the
despicable debauchery was the very dregs of degradation. She struggled
to get to her feet and go to her, but Silk grabbed her and held fast.

"Just hold tight, cunt, and watch this," he spat into her ear. "The boss
wouldn't like it if you interfered, just when he's blowing his nuts in
the little bitch's mouth. It's his big moment, know what I mean? After
fifteen years... kind of an installment payment to the memory of your
yellow-bellied husband."

"Oh... Oh, my poor darling!" Susan exclaimed in despair as she read the
wanton expression on Nadine's face when she raised it from Max's loins,
thin, sticky strings of his obscene viscid cum stretching from her
tender lips to the horrible man's now flaccid cock.

And then, abruptly, Susan saw her daughter's mouth gasp open in a
choking scream as she began to toss her head from side to side wildly,
her long, raven-black hair flailing and whipping about her shoulders.
Susan realized that she was in the beginning paroxysm of orgasm, and she
gaped in awe at the sight of her precious daughter screwing her buttocks
back salaciously against the dog like a rutting bitch. The huge animal's
tongue hung loosely from his mouth as he fucked into the beautiful
waving ass from behind. Saliva dripped from it onto the coated film of
sweat covering her smooth white back. Again, Nadine screamed and rammed
back against the animal deliriously, just as he jerked forward and his
huge cock began the obvious spitting of its sperm with hard, bullet-like
spurts deep into her clasping young virginal cunt.

And all of a sudden, Nadine's white rounded buttocks began contracting,
hollowing and tensing uncontrollably, indicating the climactic upheaval
within her quaking belly, and a thick, white combination of human-animal
cum seeped out around the flushed lips of her throbbing cunt that
squeezed and milked the prick of the dog ravenously, forming thin
trickles of the mucid fluid to run in obscene rivulets down the white,
lush columns of her soft, inner- thighs. Her backside glistened,
displaying soaked pubic-hair and open pink flesh as she pitched forward
onto her face to the right of Max's chair. She was exhausted and the
immediately deflated cock of the powerful dog slipped from her ravaged
passage, then he stepped over her prostate, outstretched body to stand
nobly above her, his teeth bared, a deep possessive growl rising from
his throat.

No one heard the automobile motor, the foot falls across the creaking
floorboarded porch, nor the opening and closing of the front door...
yet, she never tried to hide anything. Lily Vance was insane with
debased, jealous rage.

Then, she stood there!

"Godamn you Max Bovino! Godamn all of you!" she cursed.

Silk recognized her voice before he saw her, but he was helpless, naked
and without his gun... and she had one!

She raised it slowly and fired the first shot that struck Max. The
second one hit him, too... in between his half-naked breasts... the
first slug leaving a bloody little hole right in his face, above his
darkened glasses, not quite at the bridge of his nose. The blind, dead
man barely moved; he'd never known what took his life... but the great
trained animal leaped a near fifteen feet through the air to pinion the
murderess onto her back beneath him, and might have torn her throat away
had not Nadine screamed at him... and the dog obeyed.

"Lonny! Stop! No! No, Lonny! Back, boy! Back..."

This, among other things, was what surprised the police... that a young
girl could command a specific, master-trained seeing- eye dog and make
him obey, holding everyone in the room at bay while she retrieved the
gun, then untied Halo who proceeded to help her. They sought many more
answers, but none of the people involved were willing to talk about what
had happened.

At last, Chief of Police David Archer bad said: "Leave them alone.
They've suffered enough for one night... and maybe I know how much."


Chapter 13

Nadine was sorry about Jamey's and her Mom's wedding plans not being a
bit more elaborate. She still entertained the young-girl idea about
those things, but she had grown up enough to realize such matters rested
with the parties involved. She smiled to herself and petted Sir
Launcelot's majestic head. Her childish conceptions of what made up life
had changed since that night at the farm. She just hoped that once they
took the step, they'd remain as happy as they were right at that moment.

She wondered suddenly if it was still raining outside? These November
chilled days with the rain that would soon be snow intrigued her,
especially in front of a glowing fireplace, and in such a beautiful home
as Jamey's there at Quarry-site. Again, she smiled to herself, thinking
of Rickie Thompson, those thoughts trickling through her young,
imaginative mind. Wow he was really so sweet... but as childish as her
ideas of becoming an actress. She wasn't sorry that she hadn't entered
the finals of the Miss Parksburg contest. That life wasn't what she
wanted... not really; there were too many other things immediately at
hand to be conquered... like the new caretaker, Mike Sawyer, for
example. Damn... he was handsome... and only twenty-one!

Lying there in the living room on the plush carpeting before the
fireplace in her robe, with only panties and bra beneath, she felt a
certain exciting looseness and she reached out to pet Lonny's head.
Then, she heard her mother's laughter coming from the den where she and
Jamey relaxed on this cold, rainy, Sunday afternoon. She continued to
smile lightly to herself, feeling smugly warm and pleasant... as well as
erotically stimulated in just the knowing that she could have Jamey, if,
or when, she ever wanted him. Her beautiful Mom had indirectly implied
as much when they were alone, almost suggesting that she would rather
share with her the love of her future husband, rather than have her
precious baby giving herself to strange boys or men, now that she had
tasted the sensual delights of life. Her Mom was so wonderful... so
understanding, but what she didn't understand was that she had grown-up
over night, and had her own ideas regarding what she wanted.

For example, she wished that Ann Trent was there with her at that very
moment; they always had so much fun together... but then, she found
herself wondering if their kind of fun would ever interest her again.
She didn't feel a great deal of excitement thinking about it... the way
it used to be. That night at the farm had changed so many things for
her...

Poor Lily Vance, though; she would suffer... and she was so pretty. But
Chief Archer had said something about a manslaughter charge being
acceptable... whatever that was... and that she wouldn't have too long
to serve in prison. Really, she shouldn't even have to go. Silk Weaver
and those other two horrible men should be behind bars, yet, they hadn't
been charged with any thing... simply because she, Mom and Jamey had
refused to talk about it. Now, Silk Weaver was running the Diamond Dell.
It just wasn't fair... but she didn't want to think anymore about that
and spoil her day.

She scratched at Lonny's ears instead, and let the handsome figure of
Mike Sawyer play in her mind. He'd really smiled at her today, just
before it clouded up and started to rain, and she'd felt his eyes
following her as she walked toward the main house, letting her buttocks
work a little overtime and pretending to watch Lonny as he romped and
played in front of her.

Sooner or later, she thought to herself... and she was absolutely sure
it would be a delicious time... but she had to let him think that he was
seducing her. After all, he would be her first real man... even though
she wasn't a virgin any longer. Lord, she wondered if she would ever
learn all the necessary things a girl had to know and do to trap her
men?

Then, her mother laughed again, the pleasant sound coming to her from
the other end of the end of the house, and she reached out to run her
fingers lightly along Sir Launcelot's warm, hairy belly toward his hind
legs. She tweaked him there mischievously and he whimpered in response.

"Come on, Darling," she whispered excitedly. "Let's you and me go to my
room and pretend at napping. I have an entrancing idea... and I haven't
felt as... as sleepy as that night at the farm."

She hopped up quickly, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes sparkling with
certain licentious lights as the great animal bounced to his feet, his
ears standing high, devoted brown eyes staring faithfully at her.

"And we'll lock the door," she whispered, bending to stroke his massive
head once more. "I don't like my nap interrupted... do you?"


The End
