The Daddy Of The Tribe
by Mary Jenkins 


Chapter 1 

He was in the bathroom again, his trips becoming more frequent of necessity 
as he continued to drink the cheap wine he'd picked up in the last town 
they'd driven through. Marti Sue could hear him relieving himself as 
distinctly as if he'd left the door open, the near-lewd sound of his stream 
being spilled into the bowl-water causing her strange little sensations that 
she couldn't help but categorize as repulsive. She sat huddled in the 
solitary ma-plish chair, uncomfortably so, more in disgust than anger, yet 
miffed and undeniably frightened as she looked around the shabby one-room 
cabin with its sagging bed and cracked dresser-mirror, trying to understand 
why he had chosen this horrid place to bring her on their wedding night. 

The enchanting young blonde shook her head in tearful confusion, causing her 
long silken hair to shimmer and dance about her shoulders in the feeble 
light of the single ceiling-bulb. Certainly, if Grandpa Bonner ever saw this 
despicable place he'd never believe it, she thought bitterly. He was so 
meticulous about his own few cabins and now she could appreciate that. It 
wasn't any wonder the same people came back year after year to stay with him 
and fish Blue Lake . . . like the Bartons. For the seven years she had lived 
with Gramps, they had been annual visitors and always raving about how 
wonderfully clean and efficient he kept them. . . . But this offensive shack 
so seedy and run-down, half hidden in an overgrown brush patch. . . . She 
couldn't understand Vince's reasoning. . . . 

The bathroom door opened and he staggered a bit coming out, fumbling with 
the zipper at the front of his pants. Marti Sue looked away, but not before 
the slack expression around the thin mouth and dark eyes of his young, 
handsome face registered. A light wave of disappointing nausea washed 
through her stomach. He was quite drunk . . . and in all of the time she'd 
known him she had never seen him this way. God, why had he chosen this of 
all nights. . .? 

"Hey, you're not with it, Baby . . . not drinking your wine," he said, going 
to the dresser and picking up his own near-empty glass along with her 
still-filled one. "This is a celebration, remember?" 

She worked at a feeble smile. "I-I've never drunk much of anything, Vince 
honey . . . just an occasional toddy that Grandpa made me take when I had a 
cold or something.. . ." 

Vince Quinn laughed harshly. "Listen, Chick, if you can handle that 
goddamned mountain moonshine those West Virginians cook up, you can take 
anything, eh?" He laughed again, bringing her glass to her and thrusting it 
into her grasp; he bent down then, in front of her, placing his hand on the 
nylon-encased flesh of her thigh possessively, above the hemline of the 
short, but not quite, mini-dress. He grinned with an open lewdness into her 
face and she felt his hot hand smoothing along to the naked warm skin above 
her stocking line . .. finally stopping to laugh again. "Soon, Baby," he 
said with a leer. "A few more drops first, eh? Then we get to that part they 
call the consummation . . . and I call fucking." 

The sound of the sudden foul word coming from his drunken lips was as 
jolting as if he had struck her. Not that her ears had never been tainted by 
its sound before . . . nor that she hadn't over heard it spat vilely or in 
smartness by the wilder fellows at the dances in Wilks-brake, or even from 
Margie Yates, the girl friend she had gone through high school with and who 
had given her the only sexual education she'd ever had, but she'd always 
thought of such language as behind-the-barn filth, and now tumbling so 
easily from this boy-man who was her new husband, it sounded even worse. 

The mental jolt of the gross utterance and its suggestively vile connotation 
of an act that should be beautiful, left her speechless and she could only 
stare up at him, her blue-eyes wide and gaping in pained question, her 
heart-shaped, exquisite face blank of intelligent expression. Of course, it 
had to be the wine: in the four months she'd known him, he'd been nothing 
short of a gentleman . . . never like this .. . never once during all that 
Spring that he'd stayed in Grandpa's cabin; and God knows, she'd spent 
enough evenings with him to know . . . going to Wilksbrake to the movies, 
the dances. Oh, of course, there'd been the times when they'd necked and 
things grew a little warm, but he'd always listened and stopped when she 
insisted . . . and she'd fallen in love with him. .. . 

"Come on, what's your hang-up, Baby?" he asked thickly, his salacious grin 
still evident. "Or maybe you're just all tingling. . . waiting for the big 
bust in the sack, eh? .. . the fuck bit . . . where I cop your cherry and 
you shoot for the moon. . . ." 

"Vince! Stop talking like that! You've had too much wine . . . you're 
drunk!" she snapped at him, pushing him back away and bolting to her feet. 
"My God! Why did you bring me to this horrible place, anyway? And on our 
first.. . our wedding night?" 

Marti Sue covered her face with her hands and ran toward the bathroom. She 
slammed the door in an emotional outburst of panic, anger, and remorse, then 
tried to lock it, only to find that the fixture didn't work. The latter 
seemed too much to bear, and crest-fallen, she sat down on the rim of the 
bathtub to cry. 

It was a full minute before she heard his laughter . . . not his usual warm 
laugh, but an almost lascivious, mocking sound. She just couldn't believe 
it! Whatever in God's world had suddenly come over him .. . changed him into 
a vulgar animal? The wine ... or had that only served to bring out what 
already lay hidden inside him beneath the surface? She shook her pretty head 
in utter confusion. Had Gramps been right about the shiftiness in his eyes? 
He'd tried to warn her . . . been against their getting married from the 
beginning. She remembered now the long hours Grandpa had spent with her, 
discussing her future, almost begging her to listen to him .. . reminding 
her over and over how much he'd always loved her, and when her parents had 
been killed in the accident how he had gladly taken her for his own little 
girl to raise . . . her wonderful Grandpa . . . But she hadn't been able to 
understand anything only her love for this handsome, slender boy-man . . . 
and she still loved him! He was her husband, now! The certificate from the 
JP was in her valise! And they were going North to Castleton to join his 
friends where they would begin their real full life together, just as he'd 
promised! 

This was all stupid! She was being a fool .. . a seventeen year old, 
childish little fool! She had to get a hold on herself . . . shake off this 
lily-white, vine-covered, immature disposition of mind she'd steeped herself 
in for too damned long. She was his wife . . . and it wasn't as if she 
didn't want him to make love to her . . . hadn't dreamed of those intimate 
moments with just the two of them embracing, with him deep inside her . . . 
dreamed of it night after night, until she thought she'd go out of her mind 
with the mad desire churning at her virginal loins and belly 

 God, was it possible that the mere utterance of a four-letter word, or his 
understandable . . . 'horny', to use a lewd little term of her own, yes, 
horny behavior could turn her off this way? After all, it was his wedding 
night too, and the fact that men were given more to salacity than women 
shouldn't come as any surprise to her; indeed, hadn't she dreamed of that, 
also? 

Once more, Marti Sue shook her perplexed, lovely young head. No, it had been 
the effect of the wine on him, plus this horrid little place that he'd 
brought her to that had gotten her so up-tight. The wine-drinking in 
celebration, she decided, was understandable, but this cabin was not. It 
seemed so unlike him, and although they'd never talked about financial 
things, the new and expensive sports-car he drove led her to believe that 
money was no problem. . . . But she wasn't going to think anymore about it! 

She was going out there and be his wife, just the way he wanted her . . . 
and she wanted him! She belonged to him, now . . . the certificate said that 
. . . the Bible said that! She was Mrs. Vincent Quinn . . . and her whole 
life's future had to do with him! She loved him! 

Slowly, Marti Sue arose from where she sat. She looked at her face in the 
rippled mirror and wiped away her tears with long, slender fingers. Once 
more, she thought she heard him laugh beyond the door; she fixed desirable 
thoughts of anticipation in her mind to coincide with the sound of his 
laughter and suddenly, she too, began to smile. This was meant to be a 
beautiful and fulfilling night . . . and she intended to do her best to make 
it so. . . . 

"Hey . . . you coming out, Chick? Or do I have to come in after you?" Vince 
called thickly. 

Marti Sue opened the door. "I'm coming, Honey . . . and I'm sorry," she 
said, smiling as she stepped out and saw him lying on the bed .. . naked. 

She froze, automatically, as her eyes swept over his complete nudity. He was 
sprawled on his back, the refilled water-glass in his hand. She sensed her 
stomach knotting and her breath catching in her throat at the muddled 
emotions that seemed to paralyze her, while her stunned eyes locked upon his 
lengthy, hardened male organ towering ceilingward . . . his hair-covered 
pelvis, and his testicles hanging between his widespread thighs in lewd 
exhibitionism. 

Her legs suddenly felt as if they were made of wool strands, like a doll 
she'd once had. She leaned for support against the door-jamb and gaped at 
him in utter disbelief, the sensations that were overwhelming her simply 
undiscerni-ble. And as she stared, he grasped hold of his thick rod of flesh 
and began to work his hand up and down obscenely, the action pulling the 
foreskin back and baring its purplish, glistening head before her shocked 
eyes. 

"Glad you're sorry, Baby . .. it'll help," he said, grinning. "Hey, you like 
this gem? It's a prick . .. your first lesson in wild sex, Doll. Not just a 
prick, but your prick . .. the hot stalk you're going to learn to cater to. 
A beauty, eh? Look at it. . . hard's a rock and twice as anxious. Can't you 
feel it slipping up into that tight little cunt of yours?" He lifted his 
head from the pillow to better see her. "Well . . . can't you?" 

Desperately, Marti Sue struggled to maintain the facade of short-lived 
understanding and trust she had only moments before manufactured in her 
mind, but it seemed useless. 

"Oh . . . oh, Vince . .. why? Why're you doing this to me?" she whimpered 
uncontrollably, burying her face in the crook of her arm and slumping 
against the doorway's framework. 

"Eh? What the hell are you simpering about, Chick?" Vince snapped, raising 
to his elbows, his glazed eyes staring at her in an angered confusion of his 
own. "What's with you, anyway .. . you got some kind of sex hangup? I mean, 
shit, Baby, let's cut the crap, eh? I've had it! Hear me? Cut it!" 

His tone of voice frightened her and she raised her head to see him resting 
on his elbows, his face slack, drunken and angered, his legs still spread 
licentiously apart, his huge penis hard and arched back toward his flat 
belly, the thick, brownish, heavy vein of its underside clearly visible to 
her where it trailed down to its massive base and his testicles below. An 
undefin-able shudder rippled over her soft young body as she searched her 
brain for an answer. 

"I ... I ... you've never been this way before. ..." 

"This way? What way? What're you getting at?" 

"So ... so vulgar and obscene . . . almost brutal .. . and you're drunk?" 
Marti Sue exclaimed, biting at her quivering full-lower lip. "God . . . have 
you got to make it feel so dirty . . .?" 

He answered her with a nasalish little cackling laugh that sent another 
tremor along her spine. "Baby, the law says your mine to play with now ... 
all legal-like, and whether I make it dirty, or filthy, the point is that 
I'm going to make it . . . and if you ain't got enough lust in that luscious 
frame to pick up on me, then we'll make it on mine alone . . . 'cause I like 
my fucking sprinkled with plenty of spice. Now, take that glass of red and 
drink it . . . all of it!" 

Marti Sue continued to stare at him, the determination, mixed with the 
unquestionable sala-ciousness in his red-rimmed eyes no longer frightening 
her as much as frustrating her. His continuous use of lubricious terms and 
the sight of his nakedness with his obviously passion-incited swollen rod of 
flesh jerking and pulsating before her eyes was having an undeniable 
galvanic effect inside her. She had never before in her life seen a man's 
penis ... in pictures, yes, but never in reality, and she couldn't disclaim 
the tiny erotic sensations the spectacle was beginning to involuntarily 
cause her.. .. 

"Go on, pick it up and drink it!" he ordered. "Now . . . before I get up and 
pour it down your throat!" 

There! There it was again, the ugly brutal-ness, she realized, as she 
reached for the glass and slowly raised it to her lips. Ugh ... it was sour 
. .. foul tasting.. . 

"Drink it! All of it!" 

"I-I can't, Vince. . . . It's horrible tasting. . .." 

"All of it,I said!" he barked and started to swing from the bed. 

Quickly, she downed it, then heard him laugh deep in his throat. "That's 
better," he said, his voice softening as he lay back against the pillow and 
reached down to massage his heavy member once more. "Now . . . we'll be on 
more of an even keel, Baby . . . and that's going to make it easier for sex 
lesson number two, once that red begins to ferment in your belly." 

Already, it felt warm in her stomach and the taste no longer seemed so bad, 
but Marti Sue found herself too engrossed with the lewd, almost masturbatory 
manipulations he was performing with himself, and abruptly she saw the tiny 
drops of clear liquid that had formed at the tip of his growing penis . . . 
but then, his words registered. 

"W-What do you mean . . . lesson number two. . .?" 

He chuckled. "It's time now, Baby. Daddy wants to fuck . . . a wild fuck! No 
more tea-party crap. You're going to strip .. . and right over here in front 
of me where I can watch up close. 

So . . . start taking if off, 'cause this cock of mine is looking for 
someplace to dunk its head, and you've got it, Sweetheart. . . right between 
those hot, pretty thighs of yours . . . right up in that tight pink cunt I 
put my name on the line today to get at. Now, Baby! Daddy wants it! So peel 
. . . before I start tearing 'em off. . .!" * * * Vince figured that he'd 
coddled her long enough. Damn her luscious little ass, she was all his now, 
and it was written that the bridegroom would examine the bride's virginal 
beauty before going into her ... or some similar shit he'd heard Big Noah 
mouth. Sure, maybe, he'd tapped the fucking jug heavy, getting her uptight, 
but who the hell wouldn't, holed-up in that Buddha-foresaken place for three 
and a half months. Ever since February, he'd been buried there, since Big 
Noah had ordered him to get lost. Shit, that fucking warehouse watchman 
never had to be that much of a hero; now the poor bastard was in hell. But . 
.. that was the way of it, wasn't it? Some were winners; some weren't ... at 
least, that's what Big Noah liked to preach .. . and he was the man with the 
mind. Whatever, the pigs had caught hold of some poor lump and pinned it on 
him. During his last phone call, Big Noah'd told him to "return to the 
Tribe," and now he was on his way, but with an unexpected bonus for the man. 

He watched his new legal-like young virginal wife move dazedly into the 
center of the room and over beside him where he had a close and clear, 
unobstructed view, responding to his order. He grinned up at her and she 
licked nervously at her pouting lips. She was about ready to shit green . . 
. his prick bared before her eyes had done that. Hell, she wanted it all 
right; he could tell by the way her eyes kept coming back to it, fastening 
on it as if it were some magnificent, if, frightening phenomenon . . . and 
she was right, it was . . . only she didn't realize the magnitude of the 
marvel . .. yet. He continued to grin up at her, still massaging it; damn, 
it felt good. 

Three and a half months without a decent broad except those cows in Mama 
Denardo's whorehouse on Gulch Street, was long time, but damn he'd certainly 
tried with this one. Sometimes, he could hardly believe she was only four 
years younger than himself; she acted so much like a kid out of a 
holier-than-thou-novel. But then, she'd never been booted out on her ass to 
make her own way when she was fourteen, either, nor grubbed for food out of 
garbage cans, hustled queers, slept in drunk tanks . .. none of it. She'd 
had her Gramps when the chips were down; he'd had shit ... until Big Noah 
came along and put his massive arm around his shoulders, taking him to the 
Tribe. 

She was a luscious bitch, all right. He could hardly wait to see her 
completely stripped, with those firm young tits and hips. He had to hand it 
to himself; he'd played it cool. Hell, he could've raped her easy ... a 
half-dozen times maybe ... or got her high on the pot he always picked up at 
Mama's, but that would've been the big booboo. This little wren had a gift 
they were going to use to perfection, and Big Noah's come unglued when he 
saw her perform. Damn, he couldn't forget all of the things she'd told him 
about himself, things no one could ever have known except his drunken 
old-lady and the half-dozen punks who moved in to call themselves 'Daddy'. 

She had it, all right . . . this ESP whamo they talked about. Gramps'd told 
him that she'd inherited it, that his wife'd had it, but that Marti Sue was 
even better. Hell, hadn't people from all around come to see her and asked 
questions about what was going to happen to them? and she'd just sit there 
and reel it off .. . picking it right out of the air . . . thinking nothing 
of it. . . What a fucking weird sensation it'd always given him. Man, if he 
had that power in his skull, he'd make a fortune, he'd thought, and that's 
when it'd come to him . . . the very day Gramps told him about her 
predicting the forest fire the year before that had wiped out half of their 
lousy country-side and nobody with authority would listen. Oh, she had it 
for sure, just what the Tribe needed, and was Big Noah going to be happy. 

The main frigging thing that'd addled him was that she'd flipped over him, 
but he couldn't break down her crazy religious barriers and get into her. 
Hell, he'd been confident that given a few weeks he could make it with her; 
they always gave in time, but the luscious little bitch had held strong . . 
. and all the way he could see that this ESP gift she had was money in the 
bank for Big Noah and himself. . . while every-time he looked at her his 
cock stiffened harder . . . until in the end he'd figured, shit, why not? 
Two birds with one stone . . . and now, he was about to have his frist 
bride! 

"What're you standing there for?" he shot up at her. "Come on, take 'em off, 
Baby! I'm losing patience!" 

"P-Please, Vince . . . aren't you going to kiss me or something, first?" she 
almost pleaded, her round and big blue-eyes practically begging him, the 
sight causing his prick to jerk lustfully in his hand. 

"Not first, little one," he replied, unable to control his grin nor the 
sadistic feeling of power that washed through him. "It's part of lesson 
number two, eh, learning how to approach your husband for a fuck," he went 
on, delighting in this manipulating of her, the embarrassment and shame he 
knew he was causing her with his earthy, four-letter words, the fact that he 
held the power to subjugate such a voluptuous and gifted creature, and above 
all, that she belong to him . . . HIM! 

"Vince ..."Vince, don't you love me?" her near-whimpering voice asked. 

The whining, pleading question sent a wild tingle surging through him. He 
felt like Big Noah must feel; he managed a warm, tolerant smile. "Sure, Baby 
... I love you. But it's fuck time, eh? Love and all that jazz is part of 
it. Right now, we're down to cock and cunt action . . . just plain fuck . . 
. nothing else makes any sense, okay? Now, you just strip so's I can watch 
you. I want to see your tits and your ass . . . they're beautiful, Baby. 
Take it all off and walk around the room a little . .. then, come over here 
so's I can slip a warm finger up into you. Hurry now, I'm getting anxious as 
hell. Let's make this a cool bit .. . just you and me .. . wife and husband 
.. . now, Baby, now!" 

Vince would have given a fortune to know what was going on inside her pretty 
head as she began to remove her clothes. Her expression looked as if it'd 
been fixed in wax, he thought, but being a non-drinker, he knew that the 
wine had to be offering her some support, the way he'd made her take it 
down. He gaped hungryeyed and stroke his prick as she wriggled out of her 
dress, then her slip, and he saw her in bra and panties. 

Fuck, she was unbelievable! He'd seen cunt galore in every stage of undress, 
even lived with them, but there'd never been anything like her! The Tribal 
squaws would start sticking pins in their dollies once they got a look at 
her, and that fucking lesbian, Annie X, would be chasing her beautiful ass 
all over the commune. . . . Then, she was fumbling behind her and suddenly 
her tits were naked. Holy fuck! He couldn't believe the firm and white 
pointed tautness of them without their support. She didn't need any 
goddamned bra! Damn, they were like peaked half-melons, standing out as 
erect and proud as you goddamn please ... a pair of pink-capped overhangs of 
mouth-watering flesh, solid, yet, resilient, with nipples hard like tiny, 
clipped stems . . . and her ribs slendered to a waist that was handspan, 
just as he'd guessed . .. then, the hips . . . man, the fucking hips that no 
sculpture or artist could ever reproduce .. . and the tight, solid-softness 
of her belly-bowl leading down to her pelvis. 

Hell, she was blonde all over, but sparingly, a little thin hairline running 
down her belly to the V of soft golden pubic entanglement covering her mound 
. . . and he could see the upper portion of her pink tight little cuntal 
split between her closed thighs as he raised his head, then, suddenly his 
cock was so hard he thought it would burst. .. . * * * A dozen times, Marti 
Sue gave thanks for the wine. She'd gotten into Gramps jimmy-John a couple 
of times and knew about the spark of wildness it incited in one, and right 
now she'd give a ten-dollar bill for another glass of the red ... if it was 
already down in her belly . . . but she was doing well on the first one. If 
anyone had ever told her that she could undress this way .. . even on her 
wedding night, and before the man she loved, she would've called them 
insane. Yet . . . here she was, without a stitch on, completely naked before 
him . . . and his eyes were saucered like a hooty-owl's in the night. 

That did something for her, too .. . seeing his reaction to her naked body . 
. . and God, she couldn't keep her own eyes off his huge fleshy . . . thing. 
It was so long and thick . . . she'd never had any idea they were like that. 
. . . My God, could she take it inside her small place? It would rip her own 
flesh for sure; she wasn't very big. .. . 

"Come over here closer, Baby," she heard him say, interrupting her thoughts. 
"I-I want to look at you closer . . . touch you. ..." 

His words seemed to be hoarse, half-choking in her throat, and the sound of 
them caused her an unsure, near-dreaded feeling. God, she was a trembling 
statue of indefinable emotions, struck equally with fear and desire, afraid 
of his slightest next move, yet, wanting him so bad 

 "Come here, I said, damnit!" he barked at her and she did, moving closer to 
the bed where he lay, her hands down beside her. "Spread 'em apart. .. your 
legs . .. spread 'em." 

She felt his hot hand on her inner thigh, caressing it, moving up and down, 
its very presence causing wild, if, shameful little tingles to soar through 
her, even as she realized that this time ... he would do it! She sensed his 
hand moving higher and higher, as she spread her thighs and heard his 
breathing coming in short, heavier gasps, seeing him turn onto his side 
toward her. One hand was on her hip now, the other grazing the pubic hair 
between her thighs . . . and then, pressing solidly . . . deliciously 
against it! Oh God . . . she could die with the wild sensations of delight 
that were spiraling through her! 

"Fuck!" he gasped, the word soaring through her like some stimulating drink 
of Satan, himself. "I never saw one like it! It's beautiful, Baby . . . just 
hold still . . . don't move while I. . ." And then, she felt his finger 
parting the soft young pubic hair and slipping between the tight lips, 
moving slowly upward and inside their protective outer barrier toward the 
tiny mouth of her vagina and she steeled herself! He was her husband! He 
was! He was! 

"Shit, Baby, it's so soft and warm . . . like hot honey," he hissed, 
pressing gently up into her, and she could feel the thickness of his finger 
penetrate the tiny quivering mouth of her vaginal passage, not stopping, but 
moving ever upward inside her moist tingling channel through the tiny gap of 
her maidenhead . . . and up and up, until she couldn't contain the tiny 
muscle spasms that began to clutch at it and she heard him mumble something 
unintelligible. "Oh ... Oh shit, Baby ... I can't stand it!" he blurted 
finally, drawing his finger out of her, then reaching for her and hauling 
her down onto the bed, on top of him. 

Marti Sue half-laughed, half-cried in her joy. Her lips found his and she 
kissed him. Unconsciously, her tiny tongue fought to get into his mouth and 
he let it, rolling onto his back and running his hands over her velvety 
flesh down to the full rounded mounds of her buttocks and clutching them 
tightly to him while he tried to press his thick cock into her belly. He 
felt her firm, pointed breasts digging into his chest and he jammed his 
tongue into her mouth, trying to reach her throat, while she groaned and 
sucked on it. 

Shit! Shit! Shit! He was going out of his mind! She was too much! No man 
should let a broad do this to him! Noah'd tell him that! He was losing his 
cool . . . his grit! Fuck! He needed a drink! Yeah, a drink. . .! 

Marti Sue hardly realized what had happened when he rolled off her, got to 
his feet and went to the dresser where the gallon-jug sat. He didn't look at 
her but poured himself a full glass and gulped it down. Then, he poured a 
second and filled hers. He brought one back and sat on the edge of the bed. 

"Drink it," he said. 

She started to refuse, but instead, smiled at him and took it, raising to 
her elbows, then tilted it to her lips. He watched her take a portion of it. 
She smiled at him once more and he clutched at her left breast, his fingers 
gouging into the soft resilient flesh drunkenly, cruelly. 

"I-I've never seen such tits!" he hissed lustfully. 

Marti Sue cringed beneath his painful grasp, but held her smile. "They're 
yours, Honey," she managed softly. "Be nice to them. .. ." 

He shook his head all of a sudden, jumped to his feet and went back after 
the wine he'd poured. Without looking at her, he drank most of it, then 
turned bodily to glare at her, watching her eyes lock once more on his heavy 
throbbing prick cleaving the air. Abruptly, he felt as if he were the 
overwhelmed one, the subjugated partner, the male who'd come to worship at 
the living idol's feet, and the thought enraged him. No bitch ever brought 
him . . . not Vince Quinn, to his knees! He stared at her and saw where her 
eyes were feasting and a leer twisted his handsome mouth. 

"Fucking cunt...!" he seethed through clenched teeth, stumbling to the bed 
and climbing on top of her with a new fury that sent an icy chill racing 
through the veins of her young chaste body. Marti Sue felt her whole being 
stiffen in a muscle-spasm tenseness of pure, raw fear, all sensual desire 
suddenly draining from her as he poised himself above her on hands and 
knees, one leg wedged between hers, his face contorted in a drunken grimace 
of lust-filled furor the likes of which she had never dreamed possible. 

"V-Vince...? Vince...? P-Please ... don't hurt me!" she stammered, her 
breathing tight in her throat, her lower lip slipping between the two white 
even rows of her lovely teeth. "B-Be gentle, Darling ... I beg you, be 
gentle. . .?" 

"Spread 'em, dammit!" he snarled, as if nothing else mattered now but 
burying his hard cock inside her virginal flesh, and reluctantly she opened 
her thighs while he lifted his other leg and planted himself commandingly, 
dominat-ingly, between the long white columns, his wine-sodden eyes glaring 
luridly down at the pink moist flesh of her slightly opened cuntal lips. 

For a moment there was a welcomed respite as he sat back on his haunches and 
she gasped a long, hitching breath; he sat, still staring at the completely 
exposed sight of her sparse, golden-hair covered genitals, and as she 
watched and waited in near-paralyzing fear, he placed his palms fh.t against 
the inner-sides of her smooth, creamy-white thighs, his thumbs suddenly 
resting on the soft, downy flanges of her cunt, sending a blend of tingling 
emotional sensations rippling through her. 

Her chest felt as if there were steel-bands imprisoning it, forcing her 
breath to expand in her lungs as with a slow, tantalizing, outward movement, 
he drew the pulsating lips slowly apart, exposing the moist coral flesh to 
the mercy of his drunken gaze. 

"Christ!" he gasped. "That's the tiniest cunt hole I've ever seen!" 

"Oh, Vince .. . please .. . please don't hurt me.. ." she repeated, the plea 
tumbling from between her trembling lips. 

"You sound like some fucking broken record," he sneered at her. "Don't hurt 
me . . . don't hurt me ... be gentle, Vince .. . please, Vince . . . shit, 
Chickie, you hear? Just plain"shit!" 

He sucked in his breath and suddenly dropped down onto her, his hands 
plundering sadistically over the soft lush contours of her fear-stricken 
body, squeezing fiercely at her pure, succulent breasts, his mouth lowering 
to chew fiendishly at one nipple then the other while she writhed in painful 
helpless shock under him. 

"Oh ... oh, my God ... don't . . . don't?" Marti Sue moaned beneath his 
depraved attack, stark terror seizing hold of her now. He was holding her 
pinioned to the bed with the weight of his strong sinuous body, while her 
head tossed back and forth wildly; she felt his hand grasp his prick and he 
jammed the blood-engorged head between the moist, sensitive lips of her 
vagina, working it up and down to part the soft, pubic hair and splay the 
damp tight slit wide . . . until mercilessly it discovered the snug, 
undefiled opening of her soft, fleshy vaginal passage . . . and she felt him 
thrust it forward against the cringing little mouth of her virginal cunt. 

Her terror at that moment got the better of her. She tried to scream .. . 
but he clamped a hand over her mouth! Then, she felt the agonizing pressure 
beginning as he stared down at her in an unbelievable warped delight, his 
red-rimmed eyes feverish with sadistic lust. For one brief moment she 
thought she could endure it, but it quickly become obvious to her that his 
immense penis would never fit into her. Again, she tried to scream around 
his hand, rolling her head until she was free of it, and then he flicked his 
hips forward. 

"Oooooohhhhhhhh... oooogghhhhhhh Godddd, noooo, nooooo!" she choked, unable 
to even raise a cry in her throat, her brain reeling from both pain and 
fear. She heard him curse vilely, then he pressed into her again, more 
savagely this time, flexing his buttocks with brutal strength as she writhed 
insanely beneath him . . . until suddenly, it gave! 

The tight elastic ring of her vaginal entrance popped open with a slight 
unexpected popping sound and the huge mushroomed head slipped moistly inside 
her with a sudden rush that left her gasping for breath. 

"AAAaaauuuuggggghhhhhhhh!" she groaned in agony, flailing her head wildly, 
then trying to get her talon-crooked fingers up to claw at his face as she 
squirmed and twisted like a person gone mad in her attempt to escape the 
cruel and torturous impalement of her defenseless young vaginal orifice. 

To scream now demanded more energy than she could spare and instead, a 
whimpering squeal wheezed from Marti Sue's lungs as Vince caught her wrists, 
pinning them back to the bed beside her shoulders; she kicked her legs out 
frantically in a futile gesture toward relief, but the move only worsened 
her position, and his massive shaft sunk deeper into her yielding flesh 
mercilessly, while she began to babble incoherently from the incredible 
pain. 

"What's the matter, Baby, don't you love your husband?" Vince taunted almost 
fiendishly, wicked seizures of sadistic excitement raging through his guts 
and loins and tingling right up to the head of his prick. The luscious 
little bitch! She was his to fuck and torment however he wanted to! She was 
helpless . . . completely at his mercy, and he began to imagine all of the 
vile and sexual aberrations he could do with and to her. Fuck, she was his 
wife .. . she belonged to him ... HIM! 

Brutally, he bored his stone-hard cock further and further into her 
unprepared young cunt, expanding the sensitive moist walls until Marti Sue 
was certain her thighs were about to split apart from the horrible and 
relentless outward pressure . .. then, his pelvis smacked hard against her 
own and she felt his balls dangling heavy between the upturned cheeks of her 
tightly clenched buttocks. 

She had given up all hope of reaching him, for this drunken monster cradled 
between her obscenely spread legs was not the boy she'd fallen in love with, 
nor the husband she'd taken only hours before . . . this brutal stranger was 
nothing more than an animal ... a foul, sex-crazed beast . . . and God only 
knew what was to become of her before this night was over.. . . She was torn 
down there; the scalding pain emitting from her horribly stretched vagina 
and saturating her whole tender genital area assured her of that. His 
massive pole of rigid flesh felt like a club entombed beyond reason deep in 
her quivering belly, the flushed and moist walls of her palpitating vaginal 
passage wrapped snugly around it, and she felt certain she sensed the blood 
trickling down the wide split crevice between her buttocks to form a warm 
damp pool beneath her on the bed. 

Oh, God, Grandpa .. . Grandpa . . . ivhat have I done? I-/ love him so .. .! 
Oh .. . help me to endure it ... to make him understand what love really is 
. . .? 

And then, suddenly he began to saw into her with a new frenzy, destroying 
her thoughts and causing her brain to whirl nauseously, while short, 
grunting gasps burst from his throat. She whimpered but he hardly heard her 
as he began to fuck, plunging in and out of her like some wild rutting 
beast. 

Half in shock from the pain, as well as the heartbreak, shame and 
humiliation, Marti Sue gaped up helplessly at his drunken, lust-contorted 
face, trying with all her heart to fathom what lay beyond that mask as he 
hammered inhumanly in and out of her youthful cunt. Her eyes had blurred 
with her tears and from the wine he had forced her to drink, but her torment 
now was more from the mental anguish as the pain slowly began to subside and 
she realized that his only thought now was to spew his amassing charge of 
sperm deep inside her in the age old feral instinct of the dominating male 
animal. 

Oh, God help me if I should get pregnant! God help me! 

Chapter 2 

Marti Sue felt the hard, spongy tip of his rod pressing relentlessly deep 
inside her against what must be her cervix, and the thin folds of flesh 
along its length, the tickling hairs of his testicles crammed tight down 
into the smooth crevice of her trembling young buttocks, all were suddenly a 
part of her. Something had happened inside her strangely quivering belly, 
but she wasn't sure what it was. She had become one with him, subconsciously 
so, and in spite of the ripples of pain still permeating her loins, her tiny 
tongue slipped out and began an erotic licking at her lips. Abruptly, the 
pungent sexual odors of their union stung her flaring nostrils. They 
continued to flare as his throbbing cock tunneled even deeper into her warm 
pink passage . . . and then, he stopped and let it lie in there ... so deep 
inside her . .. like in her dreams. .. . 

She opened her eyes and saw his face . . . slack and drunken, yes, but it 
was her Vince's face again, her own darling husband's face! Dear God, 
there'd never been anything like this before! Suddenly, she could die with 
his beautiful prick inside her! This was it . . . what it was all about. .. 
right now, this moment! Then, her cunt contracted of its own volition as the 
revived lascivious thoughts raced through her mind. 

Vince felt the slight fluttering pressure exerted against his cock. He'd 
been waiting for it, but doubted that it'd ever come . . . doubted that she 
could ever have a lusty bone in her body, but there it was, nibbling in tiny 
hungry throbs at the head and shaft of his prick. Now, he hovered motionless 
above her prostrate form, watching the gleam come alive in her eyes. He 
flexed his prick-head, expanding it inside her belly and heard her whimper. 

"Like . . . like you're getting with me at last, Baby," he said, grinning 
lewdly down at her as he repeated the muscular tensing. 

"Oh," Marti Sue moaned through bared teeth, still confused by the fine, thin 
line of pain-pleasure. 

Once more, he flexed and again she responded with a groan, a performance 
they repeated over and over, until gradually her whimpers faded into tiny 
mewls of mounting desire. At last, he established a rhythm to his flexing 
throbs, and he watched her nostrils begin a hesitant flaring to the cadance. 

"Oh . . . oohhh, ooohhh, yes, Darling, yes . . ." Marti Sue moaned while 
Vince sensed the urgent answering throbs of her vaginal walls engulfing the 
length of his prick. Her moist, clasping cunt-throat had begun a soft 
opening-closing as it swallowed and sucked like another mouth around his 
throbbing shaft. 

Still, he didn't move, only continued the spaced, tantalizing pulsation of 
his rod embedded to the hilt in the luscious cunt beneath him. His wife ... 
HIS WIFE . . . shit! He couldn't believe it! He was drunk as a skunk, anyway 
.. . not hip to much right now . . . but she was his cunt, all right! Vince 
Quinn, the scrub of New York, married to a doll like this . . . fuck! He 
lowered his half-numbed lips to moistly kiss hers and her whole body began 
to twitch and writhe in under him as she groaned incessantly up into his 
mouth, thrusting her tongue with complete abandon now far into his throat. 
Low hums of passionate, servile acceptance came in torrents from the depths 
of her chest, her beautiful face twisting in new-found ecstatic rapture, her 
mouth gasping, her neck straining as a light sweat began to break out on her 
forehead under her now disheveled, long blonde-hair. 

Vince couldn't believe it. Shit, he'd turned her on, all right. She was 
coming apart. Her head was lolling from side to side like she was tripping 
out, and her hips began a slow, crazy roll beneath his buried cock, while 
her eager, nibbling cunt screwed itself up tighter against his hairy pelvis 
until he was forced to clench his teeth to hold back his sudden urge to blow 
for the moon. 

The pain had gone, Marti Sue reasoned nebulously. In its place a maddening 
electric-like tingle had burst into being within her yet unfulfilled loins, 
racing relentlessly over the raw nerve-ends of her vibrant young flesh. Oh 
God, this was it . . . the reason for being . . . the light of the world! It 
was all things tightly embodied into one that rippled through her cunt and 
out the fleece-lined flanges, coursing like wild little imps of hell over 
her milky-white thighs to the full length of her legs and about her toes as 
she curled them tightly to the soles of her feet. It shot from her 
contracting belly insanely through her rib-cage and out to the distended 
nipples of her wildly, palpitating breasts. 

"Ohhhh . . . ooohhhhh darling, Vince! Do it to me! Please, my sweet... do 
it!" she rasped passionately. "Yessss . . . fuck me, Honey .. . please fuck 
me .. .? 

Vince Quinn shook his head and cursed aloud, the effect of the unexpected 
obscene pleas spewing from her beautiful tender lips sending wild sensations 
of lust charging through him, and immediately he began to thrust into her. 

Fuck, he wouldn't believe that a broad could ever move him this way again . 
. . not with all the cunts he'd known . .. but this one did! He'd fuck her 
all right; he'd fuck her till she turned blue! 

Easy at first, then increasing his pace and the length of his stroke, Vince 
established his sawing motion once more, with his thick lust-hardened cock 
riding moistly into her and he felt her luscious body responding hungrily as 
she squirmed and writhed in under him. Once more, he dropped his mouth to 
hers and she thrust her tiny, sweet-tasting tongue upward between his lips 
to be sucked as she began to moan chant-ingly in a passion that had 
obviously taken possession of her. 

To Marti Sue, nothing else mattered, only his magnificent cock plunged deep 
inside her voraciously wanting pussy . .. just as her dreams had portrayed. 
She began to raise her crotch to her husband in simultaneous rhythm to his 
every downward thrust as her desire-entralled face grimaced wantonly through 
the maiden-veil of lust he had set aflame within her. Ohhhh ... he was her 
husband . . . her beautiful husband . . . her darling, Vince . . .! 

Vince Quinn's drunken brain swirled stupidly, while his loins throbbed and 
churned into her as if they were demon-possessed. He couldn't believe the 
way she'd come on; she was like a fucking mink in under him, taking his 
heavy cock to the fullest, and thrusting her sucking little cunt up for more 
hot cock like one of the commune squaws. Shit, it was beyond his poor powers 
to add or detract . . . the way her luscious round ass-cheeks had begun to 
suck and churn as she spiraled her tight little hole up onto his throbbing 
prick and he tried to shove even more of it into her. Goddamn . . . had he 
bit off more than he could chew? She was suddenly driving him right out of 
his skull . . . pulling at the marrow in his bones .. .! 

He slid his hands down her sides and beneath the soft, smooth orbs of her 
working buttocks, clutching them fiercely in his strong hands and feeling 
them clenching and unclenching, the soft flesh warm and resilient as it 
ridged between his grasping fingers. She groaned and her breath seemed to 
catch in her throat as he cupped her ass tighter up against his loins; he 
felt her drawing her thighs further back, causing the moist clasping mouth 
of her young hair-lined cunt to flower open and swallow his cock to even 
greater depths. 

Marti Sue rolled her head in delighted, unequivocal bliss, all signs of pain 
or hangup long gone from her passion-filled young body, her legs dangling 
out on either side of his thick, impaling prick quivering and twitching 
spasmodically in wild sexual rhythm as her tongue slithered wetly in and out 
of his mouth in an oral fucking semblance, while velvety noises of rapture 
gurgled up from her throat. 

Wildy, Vince began to slam into her, lengthening his strokes as well as 
quickening them, drawing his thick cock nearly out of the tight, moist 
sheath clasping at it ravenously, then plunging it back deep into her 
upraised young pussy until his balls slapped hard against the hairless, 
puckered hole of her tiny anus. His throbbing balls ached as did his shaft 
with the mounting pressure building . . . building . . . ever building 
within his swollen sac, and his head swam in his pyramiding, drunken lust. 
Fuck! He was going to blow his cord if he didn't cum awful goddamned soon! 

He gaped downward at where his cock was slipping smoothly in and out of her 
unbelievably tight little cunt, concentrating on the spine-shattering 
sensation of the soft hair-lined folds of her pink, clasping pussy-flesh 
clinging furiously to his rampaging prick ramming with jack-hammer force up 
into her, sucking at it like a newborn baby's tender lips every time he 
pulled it out, then disappearing inside again as he surged violently up into 
her. 

Again, he thought of every conceivable vile thing he could and would do to 
her: he pictured her sucking his long thick cock and caressing his bloated 
balls in her little hands; he saw her on all fours, bent before him like a 
whore while he plunged his pulsating rod of flesh right up into the tight 
little hole of her ass.. . 

Oh shit! He couldn't hold it back much longer now! He felt the clutching 
muscles of her snug little vagina sucking and massaging at his rock-hard 
cock in its voracious desire to swallow all of him burrowing deep, deep 
inside her. 

Yet, like a losing fighter in the ring, he increased the pace and deepened 
his thrust in one last desperate flurry toward victory, while Marti Sue 
writhed wildly in under him, grinding up and down his cock with unimaginable 
fury, her thighs jerking, her toes curling as she lurched her legs wide and 
upwards, and he pounded into her, pressing his hands behind her knees and 
shoving her legs back hard until her head was enframed with them, bringing 
the table of her grinding young loins higher and wider-open to his near 
inhuman plunges into her receptive cunt. 

Fuck! He was done ... a minute or two more and he was done! 

"Oh . . . ooohhhh . . . ooooohhhhhhhh!" Marti Sue began to chant beneath 
him, her lovely, youthful face retaining but the slightest semblance to its 
normal appearance as her desire-contorted features twisted sensuously. 

Vince knew the signs. He grunted swinishly, grinding hard and deep, roaring 
his cock far beyond the tender sanctuary of her womb . . . sensing the 
thick, seething sperm rising from the vat of his swollen testicles. Before 
him, he watched her breasts heave and quiver beneath his brutal pummeling . 
. . even saw their tiny nipples expand before his eyes as she tossed her 
head whorishly from side to side. . . Oh shit! She'd have to be quick! he 
reasoned, goddamned fucking quick! Because . . . because, he was going to 
cum! 

Marti Sue was suddenly aware of a rising pressure of unmatched sensation 
blissfully expanding in wild, unprecedented spasms within her loins and 
belly . . . and just as abruptly, the agonizing torment of being denied in 
her overwhelming drive toward fulfillment struck her! This was it . . . the 
ultimate .. . the peak of all bliss . . . but she was still not quite there 
. . . another few seconds . ..! Oh God . . . no! Don't let him! Just a 
little longer .. . oh . . . ohhhh, please . . .! 

"No! Not yet! Wait, Darling, wait! Oh God!" she cried piteously as she felt 
his shaft of flesh plunging into her throbbing cunt grow huge inside her . . 
. and knew it was too late. Vince's feverish eyes rolled helplessly in his 
head and his heavy balls began pumping spurt after spurt of hot, white sperm 
deep into her wildly contracting belly. She ground her naked, young crotch 
up tightly against his pelvis to stop the flow, but her wild eagerness 
defeated her desperate purpose. The nibbling clasp of her pussy milked at it 
hungrily and he grunted and groaned, mouthing obscene oaths as his squirting 
cock shot its seething cum in hot, jetlike streams, until the last drop of 
his burning semen splashed deep inside her dilated womb . . . and then he 
seemed to collapse in her arms, finally rolling uselessly off from her still 
squirming body, a thin string of white, sticky liquid trailing from her 
pussy over her thigh and the bed-cover to his limp cock-head where he had 
fallen onto his back and closed his eyes in a drunken stupor. He'd passed 
out! 

Oh . . . Oh God, Marti Sue groaned inwardly in her tormenting, unsatiated 
craving, tears dribbling down her delicate cheeks as she struggled to gain 
control of her emotions and the wild little prurient flames that licked 
through her denied loins and belly. Was . . . was this going to be the 
sto)-y of her life with him . . .? 

And then, without warning, a vision filled her mind, while all other things 
around her were blotted from existence in the familiar pattern that had been 
a part of her life as long as she could remember. . . She saw a long, almost 
barracks-like, unkempt room . .. with mattresses strewn about its floor . .. 
and young, naked girls and long haired boys were lying upon them, lewdly 
engaged in every form of wild sex, causing her face to flush shamefully . . 
. while a great, red-bearded man looked on from the one throne-like chair in 
the room . . . and an almost sickening sweet aroma of smoke permeated the 
air and filled her nostrils . .. and then, the red-bearded one said: "Vince 
is coming home, everyone. He'll be here tomorrow . . . and then, we'll 
really turn on in celebration. The prodigal will have returned ... so kill 
the fatted calf, eh?" 

Momentarily, it passed and Marti Sue lay quietly beside her husband, her 
eyes fixed on his slack, unconscious face, while the thick viscid liquid 
containing his sperm dribbled from the swollen and no-longer chaste lips of 
her vagina down between her buttocks to form a little pool beneath her . . . 
and it occurred to her then that she knew practically nothing about this man 
she'd married, causing a fresh little quiver of apprehension to ripple in 
warning through her. 

Chapter 3 

It was the last day of May and the sun shown clear in a sky of blue, 
cloudless, pleasantly warm, and they sped through the rolling, 
spring-touched country. In the light of the new day, everything had taken on 
a brighter aspect. Marti Sue's fears seemed minimal in the sunlight, 
disappointment of the night before a mere milestone in her young life . . . 
their lives together; tonight, it would all be different ... tonight, it 
would be beautiful. She loved him; he was her handsome husband. 

"Yesterday was Memorial Day," she said, her knees drawn up in a 
question-mark posture as she sat on the bucket-seat facing him. "I'd for- 
gotten all about it. Did you remember. Dar-ling?" 

Vince shook his head. "Unh unh," he grunted, a dull throb pulsing in his 
skull from the red he'd drunk. He could remember little of whatever the hell 
had come off the night before, except a couple of blurred apparitions of her 
luscious young body, a fact he'd reassured himself on this morning, only 
he'd been too goddamned hungover to take advantage of it. The fucking juice 
was no good for man; he'd take pot every-time. It'd be great to get back to 
the Tribe where the supply was never wanting . . . and they'd be there 
shortly; Castleton was just some three-miles off.. . 

"We were married on Memorial Day," Marti Sue said happily. "Now, every year 
the whole country will celebrate our anniversary with us. Won't that be nice 
of them?" 

"Crazy," Vince grunted, reveling in the feel of power the Jaguar instilled 
in him when he lay heavy on the accelerator. It was some set of wheels, all 
right . . . should bring a nice bundle too when they peddled it. He'd 
spotted it outside a country-club near Wilkes-Barre, waited his chance, then 
hot-wired it... an easy score, and a cool one as it turned out. Just as Big 
Noah said, all things fitted together, like a jig-saw puzzle, each piece 
eventually falling into it's proper place. If he hadn't copped the Jag, he'd 
never've taken the joy-cruise into West Virginia, never've met the little 
broad beside him, and never'd been able to bring her her ESP back to the 
Tribe with him . . . and what a beautiful goddamned asset that was going to 
be to them. Big Noah'd be pleased and that was putting it like mild. . . 

"Vince . . . how many people live in the commune?" Marti Sue broke his 
thought-train with her question. 

He shrugged. "It ups and downs . . . sometimes fifteen, sometimes twenty ... 
no less than a dozen any time." 

"Half and half, male and female?" 

"More chicks than cats .. . two to one usually," he replied with casual 
indifference, laying into a sharp curve at 90 miles an hour and listening 
for the light squeal of rubber. 

For a moment, she was silent. "Who is the big man with the red-beard?" 

Vince broke into a slow grin. "That's Big Noah . . . the man . . . the 
padrone, himself. Maybe, he's even a prophet, know what I mean? Like right 
out of the Bible .. . some of the cats say that, anyway. Me, I don't know . 
.. but he's heady . . . knows how to psych people out. . ." 

"He doesn't appear to be very old," Marti Sue commented. 

Vince shrugged his lean shoulders again. "Maybe thirty-five, no more. It's 
his size that fools you; he's so goddamned big .. ." Suddenly, he glanced 
over at her, his eyes widening. "Hey, how do you know what he looks like? 
You ever met Big Noah . . .? 

Marti Sue smiled. "No, not really, but I saw him last night. He appeared to 
me . . . and I saw the communal building . .. with naked girls and fellows 
lying on mattresses on the floor. .." Her lovely face flushed 
uncontrollably. "They . . . they were all having sex, Vince ... is that 
true. . .? Is that the way it is . . .?" 

"J-Jesus Christ!" Vince gasped; she was an uncanny little bitch! A weird 
shudder prickled along his spine. "Y-You're something else, Baby. . . . 
Sometimes, you give me the whim-whams." 

"I-I'm sorry, Darling," she said, looking down at her small slender hands in 
her lap. She had heard similar words many times before and from many people; 
she was not unused to it; some of the hill-folk had even called her a witch 
. . . but at the moment she was more concerned with an unsavory tenseness of 
her own that she realized now she had been avoiding ever since the vision 
had come to her the night before. "You didn't answer me, Vince. ... Is that 
the way it is in the commune ... all living together in one big room and . . 
. and doing things like that in front of each other . . .?" 

Vince Quinn shook his head in amazement. The chick was really something, all 
right. Fuck, Big Noah or nobody's ever seen the likes of her; he thought. 
Then, he let his mind level on her question. He sensed her religious hangups 
making themselves felt again. Christ, he didn't want her to get up tight 
before they even got there, before Big Noah got to talk to her. Smoothing 
'em out and bringing them around was the padrone's bag, not his . . . 

"Look, Baby, don't get yourself all shook before we even get there," he 
said, easing a smile at her. "Big Noah's a beautiful guy. Everybody loves 
him, the whole Tribe, and he gives it all back .. . totally, get what I 
mean? You'll see, Baby, you'll see . . . and there's Castleton ..." and the 
Tribe owned it outright. The house, the out buildings, every single 
framework was collapsing except the one long barracks-like structure where 
several old automobiles, junkers and other clap-trap were strewn about in 
scattered untidiness. 

"The commune building ... it was a boy's camp once," Vince said, grinning 
excitedly as he plunged the Jaguar along the rutted path with wild 
carelessness. 

At first, the sight of the picturesque valley had caused a pleasant reaction 
inside Marti Sue; it was very similar to her own Blue Lake country, but then 
he had pointed out the farm and the closer they drew to it the more knotted 
i up her belly became . . . until once he brought the car to a stop and they 
began to pour out of the doorways and windows, a bilious sensation ; of 
nausea nearly overwhelmed her. Both male and female, especially the girls. 
.. . They were ! nearly all naked, or so close to it that it no longer made 
any difference! And there were babies and nude little children, dogs, cats 
and . . . ! a pig ... all spilling through the doorway . . .! Mother of God! 
What'd she gotten herself into. . .? if there was a saving grace to the 
whole despicable scene for Marti Sue, it was the love and affection that 
passed between these almost savages and her husband Even the The commune was 
located ten miles west of Castleton and composed of rolling country. 

It had once been a farm, Vince explained to her, she wrapped their arms 
around him and kissed him, until she began to wonder if they weren't a 
collection of homosexuals. However, with the girls in their blatant 
nakedness, a different feeling gripped her as she jealously watched them 
press their nude breasts and loins tight to him, smothering him with hugs 
and kisses, as if he were a long lost husband returning to all of them. 
There were tears and laughter that Marti Sue couldn't believe. She had never 
seen more fervent emotions betrayed by so many people for one individual and 
an uncontrollable feeling of warmth seemed to come alive inside her. 

"Hello ... I'm Angel," a soft, sultry voice startled her, causing Marti Sue 
to swing around in her seat and look through the opened window on the 
opposite side of the car. A beautiful dark-eyed face with long, shimmering 
black hair was smiling at her. She was at least partially clothed, tall and 
willowy . . . and she was nursing a baby at her milk-filled left breast. 
"Welcome to our home. Big Noah told us about you . . . you must be Marti 
Sue, Vince's new wife?" 

"Yes, I am." 

"You're very pretty," Angel said with a sincerity that Marti Sue immediately 
felt. "Please . . . come inside with me. Big Noah's waiting to meet and 
bless you." 

For a long second, Marti Sue stared at Angel's lovely, gentle face. To be 
met was one thing, but to be blessed was quite another! Good Lord, in what 
capacity did he go around blessing people . . .? But there was something 
compelling in Angel's deep, dark-eyes that seemed to allay any fears or 
irateness her confused and embarrassed mind was trying to conjure, and she 
found herself climbing out of the car. 

To her pleasant surprise, Angel was wearing a faded binkini bottom, but that 
was the limit of her attire. Her body was beautifully formed, full thighed 
and wide hipped, while her long raven hair reached the middle of her back. 
Marti Sue watched her approach around the front of the Jaguar toward her, 
ever smiling, her somewhat pendulant free breast jiggling provocatively with 
her movements, the blanket wrapped infant held tight in one crooked arm to 
the nipple of her other breast. 

"A boy or girl?" Marti Sue asked. 

"Boy. His name is Bon Bon," Angel said lovingly, coming close so that Marti 
Sue could see his tiny apple-ish face. 

"He's beautiful," Marti Sue replied. "How old is he?" 

"Almost four months. Come on, we'll go inside while the others are still 
making over Vince," Angel said. "You see, none of them can meet you until 
after Big Noah has spoken to you and blessed you. It's a rule of the Tribe. 
They're not purposely cutting you out of their greeting, in case you 
wondered." 

"I-I hadn't given it much thought yet," Marti Sue answered, still 
endeavoring to qualify the girl's last statement. Suddenly, everything 
seemed so mysterious and ritualistic . . . 

She wasn't surprised by the interior of the commune; it was exactly as she 
had envisioned it the night before, the stained mattresses thrown on the 
floor, bits of debris littered here and there, a surprisingly sweet 
incense-like smell and a complete barrenness. Somewhere, a guitar was being 
strummed softly; she could make out little; there seemed to be an unexpected 
darkness hanging over the long room except at the front where she saw a 
revolving blacklight and what seemed to be an enormous person sitting in a 
great chair that was raised on a small dias. Angel moved silently, her hips 
and buttocks rolling smoothly as she walked ahead on bare feet. 

 And then, Marti Sue saw them off to her left! 

They were naked . . . two girls on a mattress in a far corner, one on top of 
the other ... in ... in re- verse! She could faintly discern their writhing 
and squirming movements, their widespread thighs open in their obscene 
position, and the moist, sucking sounds accompanied by an occa- sional sigh 
reaching her above those of the gui- tar. Dear God! They were lesbians ... 
and shamefully doing whatever they did like a cou- ple of wild animals .. 
.! 
 "This is Marti Sue, Vince's new wife, Pa- tvone," Angel said softly, and 
with her head still reeling from the impossible filthy sight she'd just 
witnessed and knew was going on behind her at that very moment, Marti Sue 
looked up at the huge, red-bearded face, his piercing blue eyes sending a 
voltaic sensation of supremracy charging through her as they met her own. ; 
The light seemed to be reflecting intermittently upon his face . . . and 
almost noble countenance, she thought, startled by the power it held, and he 
sat regally in the massive wooden chair, naked to the waist, his powerful 
barrel ; like chest coated with a matting of reddish, ringlets of hair. A 
version of breech-cloth covered his loins, while his strong hairy thighs and 
legs ; were naked to his feet; there, he wore homemade rope thongs. 

"Marti Sue," he said in a deep, near-thunderous voice that resonated 
throughtout the room. . "Marti Sue ... it could well mean Lady Lily. ' Marti 
from Martha, which means, Lady . . . and Sue from Susan, which means Lily. 
Beautiful . .. and so are you, Lady Lily." He smiled broadly and she saw his 
strong white teeth enframed within the red-beard. "But the conqueror reached 
you, eh?" 

"I-I beg your pardon?" Marti Sue said, confused by his words and entranced 
by his eyes. "I'm afraid I don't. . .?" 

"Vincent ... it means conqueror," he said, still smiling. "And if he's 
anything, he's that, my Lady Lily." He leaned forward and held out his huge 
hands, palms up. "Come closer and place your hands on top of mine," he 
ordered. 

For a brief second, she hesitated, then did as he asked, laying her small 
hands palms down onto his great ones and immediately sensing new magnetic 
emotion soaring through her. Slowly his hands enclosed her tiny ones, 
holding them warm and tight. 

"May Buddha grace you with the blessing of his all-knowing love," he said, 
his voice reechoing about the room. "Welcome amongst us, child, our bread, 
our shelter, our love is yours." 

Marti Sue hardly heard his words, for as he held her hands, wild vibrations 
permeated her whole being, and immediate surroundings blotted from her mind. 
Suddenly, she saw a small boy being horribly beaten with a cane on the 
buttocks. The boy was naked and the woman who held him down across her lap 
was naked ... a fat, strong woman with a coarse face, huge sagging breasts 
and sensual perversion in her drunken eyes. Brutally, she caned the boy . . 
. then turned him onto his back and began to manipulate his small penis. 
When it was hard like a tiny finger, she bent down and took it into her 
mouth and the child cried in terror. She was his guardian . . . her name was 
Rose . . . Rose Willet . . . and the boy had been placed in her custody by 
the authorities. . . . His name was Noah Cannon! 

"You all right, little one?" Marti Sue heard his strong voice question. He'd 
stepped down and was holding her erect by the waist, his tremendous body 
nearly touching her own. 

"I-Yes ... I'm all right. Thank you," she managed, slowly with-drawing 
herself from his hands. 

Big Noah smiled. He said: "You're a tiny morsel, little one. But I'd make a 
bet that you're hell at making love." He stepped back up onto his dais and 
seated himself, still smiling at her. 

Marti Sue stared at him; she hadn't even remotely expected such a remark 
from him. She started to speak, but he said: "Tell them to come in, Angel. 
It's time they all met Lady Lily . . . such a delicate little flower of 
passion." * * * It was dusk; Marti Sue had met them all including the 
lesbians, Annie X and a gaunt, homely girl known as Sheba. The guitar player 
still sat in the corner where he'd finally ferreted him out in the shadows, 
lean and tall, mustached and long-haired, blue jeans and buckskin shirt. He 
strummed passively and she attempted to visualize his face. She sat on a box 
beside Big Noah while the others in their semi and full nudity moved about 
the compound. The girls were preparing a meal, Vince, who sat on the floor 
beside her told her. Big Noah's voice filled her head. 

"It's a oneness with the universe, Baby," he said. "There's no death. It's 
the law of Karma. All things work in cycles and have previous causes. . ." 

Whether it was the lilt of his voice, or his words, Marti Sue couldn't be 
sure, but unquestionably, the philosophy he drenched her with was 
over-whelming. It was beautiful . .. confusing sometimes, but heavenly. 
Truly, he was a powerfully gifted man . . . and handsome in his own right. 

"But now, my little dove, Vince tells me you carry the powers of the 
metaphysical. 

Marti Sue looked up at him. "I ... I don't like that word," she snapped. "It 
speaks of conceit and imagery." 

Big Noah laughed while Vince, who sat beside her, cringed. Shit, no one 
talked to the man that way. He should've given her the picture a little 
better . . . 

"Sharp baby," Big Noah said. "A chick like you could go far . . . maybe you 
will." 

Marti Sue didn't answer him. She started to, but then the girls were 
bringing in the food for supper, and suddenly everyone was huddled around, 
eating from a common dish . . . with their fingers . .. like . . . jungle 
natives . . . even as she and Vince were given their own private dish and 
Big Noah held his in the center of his lap. 

Marti Sue was hungry and she ate ravenously. She crossed her legs in front 
of her like an Indian, hauling up her skirt and occasionally stealing 
glances at the one who continued to play the guitar in the corner. 

Finally, she was filled and leaned back. The girls in their nakedness picked 
up the dishes and went away someplace with them. Marti Sue couldn't keep her 
eyes off Big Noah who seemed lu sit so nobly looking off over his flock. 
ince had moved in next to her, slipping his hand around her waist and she 
held it warmly. She had truly never known anything like this . . . the 
openness . . . the innocence . . . the sincerity. There was a warmth inside 
her, but she couldn't fathom it. Nothing seemed real . . . not really real. 

Big Noah made a gesture with his hand to someone and an excited rumble of 
voices filled the room. Marti Sue looked to the man strumming the guitar and 
couldn't hold back her smile. She thought she detected a reply from him, but 
the shadows were deceiving. His name was Reno; he had only nodded when they 
were introduced. 

"I want to hear something fantastic, Baby," Big Noah said suddenly. He was 
talking to her. "Prove your gift." 

Marti Sue stared up at him. The room seemed suddenly illuminated with little 
match-like flames. His particular demand upon her ability irked her. She'd 
seen so many of them . . . the doubting ones . . . those who wanted to take 
her to the big cities . . . but now she had her husband, her darling, Vince 
. . . and none of it mattered. Not any more. 

"A person doesn't make light of a gift," she snapped, hardly realizing what 
she was saying. 

Vince's hand tightened around her waist. He was smoking and she saw him draw 
deep at his homemade cigarette, holding it inside his lungs. 

"Come up here!" Big Noah ordered, and it was almost as if a hush had fallen 
over the room. 

Marti Sue looked to Vince who nodded and slowly she got to her feet walking 
to the big man's chair. 

 "Tell me something! Now!" he half-hissed. 

His eyes were like platinum needles boring through her; she had never known 
anything like him. Just being next to him involved a charisma that enveloped 
her. He grasped her hands and stared into her face. 

"Rose Willet," she said bluntly. "Noah Cannon was her ward and she beat him 
on the bottom with a cane . . . then . . . then ..." 

"Yes? Yes? What the hell did she do then?" 

Marti Sue smiled. "She bent over and put his penis in her mouth," she 
half-whispered, "while he cringed in terror." 

Big Noah gaped at her in utter disbelief. "Jesus Christ!" He gasped. "Nobody 
.. . nobody could know that! It happened a hundred years ago! You . . . you 
really have it, don't you? You see them things! Shit . . . you're like a 
fucking witch!" 

Marti Sue tried not to hear his vile words, but they ricocheted in her brain 
wildly. He clung to her hand and she could feel a slight coating of 
perspiration forming between them. The expression in his eyes was suddenly 
more than just exciting ... it was devastating! She pulled free of his hand 
and backed away. Turning, she looked for Vince but he was abruptly 
disappearing among the figures on the mattresses ... the naked, love-filled 
figures who were not always paired opposite in sex, but who were loving one 
another... 

Angel came carrying a small piece of candy on a tray. She was completely 
naked now and lovely. Marti Sue stared at her. Angel smiled, her head tilted 
to one side. 

"It's all right, Darling," she whispered softly. "Take it . . . eat it. 
Tonight, you'll be in heaven." 

Marti Sue stared at her breasts. My God, they were beautiful .. . filled 
with milk, love, kindness. Where had Vince gone? She gaped at the lovely 
girl before her. 

"I ... I don't know . .." 

"Don't be afraid, Marti Sue," Angel whispered. "We love you." 

A tremble of delight spiraled through her at Angel's words. She forced a 
smile and picked up the piece of candy, putting it in her mouth. 

Suddenly, Big Noah said: "Now, we're all celebrating the return of the 
prodigal." 

A loud "yea" filled the room. 

"And he brought back with him two things . . . a Jaguar, which should net us 
a keen dollar or two, and an apparition . .. Lady Lily." 

"Yeah!" 

He held up his hands and there was silence. "But now, I'm happy to tell you 
of something that's been in the planning stages for months. Shortly ... my 
brother, Jason, will arrive in Montreal on the S. S. Sanford. That 
magnificent little oil-tanker is carrying a spectacular load of big H . . . 
Heroin ... for the syndicate. But it'll never get to them. All plans are 
laid. It'll be ours with a bit of manuevering . . . and each and every one 
of you will end up being taken care of for the rest of your lives! The rest 
of your lives, babies! How does that sound to you?" 

The scream practically deafened Marti Sue's ears. She gaped off at them in 
the semi-darkness, subconsciously looking for Vince among the maze of naked 
bodies .. . and then, she heard the strumming of the guitar. She couldn't 
help but look over at him; he hadn't even changed positions in hours. 

Big Noah caught hold of her hand and drew her to him. He was grinning. He 
cuddled her next to his chest and whispered: "That's Reno. Don't try to make 
him, Baby. He's bitter. Besides ... I'd be jealous." 

It took a moment for his words to penetrate, but when they did, Marti Sue 
felt every muscle in her body tightening. The one had enveloped her waist 
with his huge arm and was holding her there, while she gaped desperately 
amongst the flock for Vince. His expression hadn't changed, his eyes still 
held the same fire; the feel of his huge hand engulfing her own was 
telegraphing wild, and now sensual warnings to her brain. 

"Wh . .. What are you doing?" Marti Sue whimpered. 

He chuckled. "I'm taking you, Doll . . . taking you .. . just the way you 
want it." 

"Oh ... oh where's Vince?" 

"Down there someplace . . . among the many ... where he belongs, Baby," Big 
Noah said, drawing her closer to him . . . smiling almost obscenely. And 
then, suddenly, he raised his hand high. "Jus Primae Noctis!" he shouted to 
the others on the matresses. 

"Yea!" they replied, and then there was nothing. 

Big Noah let free of her and she backed away. The crazy strains from the 
guitar reached her. Marti Sue felt a half silly grin twist her mouth. Her 
stupid Vince was out there someplace . . . the whole world was trying to 
twist on her . . . what a big guitar he played . . . and Grandpa was trying 
to fuck Angel . .. that bad man. . . . God, she was looped! 

"What's Jus ... P-P-Primative . . . Noct . . . Noctis?" she stammered, 
half-hanging her head as she stood beside Big Noah's chair. 

"It's the right of the Baron, Darling," Angel whispered, her words 
penetrating. "The right of the Padrone to enjoy first night privileges with 
the new bride!" 

Her statements were like keen-pointed arrows knifing into Marti Sue. She 
knew every word the dark-eyed girl spoke, but she felt damnably useless 
against them. She was all wide open inside, defenseless and wanting. Where 
was Vince? Her own Vince? 

Ooohhhh . . . something weirdly unique was happening to her. . .! 

Chapter 4 

Big Noah came rapidly to the decision that just a mite of grass was all he 
wanted at this point, enough to hone a keen edge to his senses. He wanted to 
be at his absolute peak when he enjoyed the pleasures this little bird was 
going to bring him. Fuck, she was a rare jewel, maybe the rarest in his 
lifetime. Even in her clothes she had the most alluring rounded ass . . . 
and the mere sight of her full, pointed young breasts made his palms tingle, 
which was saying volumes in this hand-picked harem he'd surrounded himself 
with. But it wasn't going to be simple, revitalizing her . . . washing away 
the establishment's inbred hangups; she had a big mind and a strong one, not 
easily bent. Time, Daddy, time and patience, he thought as he took her 
small, soft hand, smiled and led her off toward his private sanctum. 

He guessed that it was probably her first trip and had ordered Angel to go 
light because the stuff was pure. She'd dropped no more than a pinpoint but 
he could see that the delightful little blonde was dissolving, already 
soaring gently, even as her lovely dilating pupiled blue eyes were showing 
him the confusion taking place in her mind . .. like small mirrors that were 
reflecting her brain's every thought. 

"Wh-Where are we going?" Marti Sue questioned weakly. "I-I want to stay with 
Vince. . . ." 

"It's quieter back here, Baby," he said, slipping his powerful arm around 
her slender waist and drawing her against him as they walked, the soft feel 
of her warm flesh beneath the sheer material of her dress provoking his 
libido eroti-cally. "Besides, we don't need an audience when we make it the 
first time, do we?" 

She didn't answer, only looked up at him and stared vacantly as they entered 
the little empty room that was lighted by another faint revolving lamp. He 
directed her to the mattress in the center of the floor, then turned her 
toward him and smiled down into her lovely face. 

"I-I don't understand . . .," she managed, shaking her head, her glazing 
eyes gaping up at him blankly. 

"I know," he replied, his voice deep, yet soothing to her, and for a moment, 
she felt as if she could almost see its resonance. 

"I-I feel so strange. . . ." 

"And so relaxed," he added. 

"Y-Yes ... I am relaxed. . . ." 

"And happy . . . full of self assurance," he told her. "But most of all; 
you're almost overpowered with a new insight." 

"I-I can see your voice when you speak .. . and .. . and hear the redness of 
your beard!" Marti Sue exclaimed. 

"You're approaching total wisdom, little one," Big Noah said, running his 
huge hands up and down the soft, smooth flesh of her naked arms lustfully, 
feeling his heavy prick give a start beneath the small breechcloth. "Now, 
undress, Baby . . . take off everything and we'll lie down here together." 

Momentarily, little furrows appeared in her forehead, telling him of the 
tangled struggle going on inside her. Shit, she was hungup, all right. How 
the hell that fink, Quinn had ever reached her was a happening he couldn't 
figure. The punk was nothing more than a cheap hood, but he could hustle a 
car better than any cat in the Tribe . . . which was the one reason he'd 
told him to come home. They were going to need some more wheels to highjack 
the shipment of snow once the Sanford docked .. . Still, the fink was too 
rattle headed in a pinch; there'd been no goddamned reason to shoot that 
warehouse watchman. . . . 

"P-Please .. . where's my husband ... I want to go to Vince. . ?" Marti Sue 
said, the maze of weird things that were happening inside her head suddenly 
frightening her. Whatever in God's name was taking place, she couldn't 
imagine, but she was no longer certain where she was, nor why . . . yet, she 
was quite sure that if she decided to fly right out of this place she could 
do it! 

Big Noah's hand moved around her waist, drawing her tight against his 
near-naked, hairy flesh. It was time, he decided. He bent low and kissed 
her. his hot bearded mouth crushing down hard against the soft petals of her 
lips, , his other hand moving upward along her ribs ' to her full, erect 
breast and smothering it in its great palm, his long thick fingers kneading 
and caressing while the breath slowly seeped out of her. 

Abruptly, she felt herself beginning to tremble, a wave of confounding 
emotions spreading ; through her . . . shame, joy . . . humiliation, 
sublimity . . . anger, love ... all blended with an unsurpassable physical 
need revised from her denial of the night before. Her loins tingled between 
her legs at his powerful, masculine nearness; still, a tiny vein of purity 
made itself felt inside and she struggled, though not violently, seeing him 
clearly and knowing who he was and ; what he was doing, but not hating or 
dispising him, yet still reluctant to fully give herself to , the pleasure 
of it. 

She saw the lust in his piercing eyes and a moment of knowledgeable fear 
hung briefly within her . . . but she couldn't ignore the resurrected 
tingling vibrations he had rekindled and sent racing vibrantly over her 
whole body at the gentle stroking of her breast. 

Oh ... Oh God, Vince . . .! She had to fight him! Her mind swam! He kissed 
her again and again, his hot, strong mouth and tongue moving eagerly, 
moistly, over her face. She sensed her thin claim to virtue leaving her as 
the hot sensuous craving increased in her belly; compellingly, she slipped 
her arms upward over his broad, naked shoulders and around his neck, opening 
her mouth to his searching tongue. 

Time and space relationships were suddenly lost! She gasped breathlessly 
into his mouth, the nipple of her breast reaching an erect hardness as he 
pinched and rolled it erotically through her clothing, causing new little 
jolts of excitement to swirl through her, even as a wave of shame seemed to 
rise up in her throat in normal response of counter-balance to the weird 
madness taking command of her. 

"I'm going to fuck you, Lady Lily .. . and you're going to give yourself 
whole-heartedly to me . . . because now you, like all of the chicks, belong 
to me," he breathed hotly into her open mouth, running his hands down her 
small ribs and over the full swell of her rounded hip and along her outer 
thigh, then back up to press beneath the overhang of her buttocks, finally 
smoothing upward to cup the softness of her ass-cheeks. 

Marti Sue's entire voluptuous young body recoiled and tensed against him, 
his words forming lewd pictures in her drugged mind and abruptly she tried 
to fight him in earnest, but it was simple for him to control her with his 
powerful hands. 

"You beautiful, exquisite, delectable little cunt!" he hissed. "Lady Lily .. 
. I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. . .!" 

"Oh ... oh God, no ... no! Please .. . you can't do that! Vince .. . my 
Vince . . . whei'e is he? He's my husband, don't you see?" Marti Sue 
whimpered, her brain reeling in the throes of the strange conflicting 
emotions saturating her whole being: she shook her head negatively, causing 
her long blonde silken-hair to whip back and forth; yet, even as the words 
tumbled from her lips she knew that the barriers of her restraint had 
already crumbled, the very sound of the vile and obscene words he used 
exciting her sensuously. 

"You belong to me, little one. Everything that you have and that you are is 
mine! And in exchange I'm going to give you total love," he breathed softly, 
covering her mouth with his ; and sucking at the petulant fruit of her lips, 
his , big hand suddenly moving up beneath her dress, smoothing along the 
soft flesh of her hot, i tightly closed thighs. "I'm going to slip my cock 
right up into that tight little cunt of yours . . . hold your beautiful ass 
secure in my hands, and fuck into you until you rid yourself of all r the 
corruption the power structure has filled f you with. I'm your padrone, 
Baby, you'll answer only to me," he whispered as she stared fixedly into his 
eyes, her breathing increasing with i every licentious, passion-building 
word that came from his mouth. "But first. . . I'm going to put my face down 
between your legs and lick and suck that little pussy like you've never 
imagined in your young lifetime . . .," he went on and on, his hot hand 
coursing up over the ; smooth flat surface of her now quivering belly, then 
back down to the sheer, panty covered swell of her pubic mound, gently 
stroking and : teasing as he moved beneath it into the silken hair lightly 
sprinkled over the snug vaginal split that was so rapidly dampening between 
her legs. "And you're going to love me for it, Baby . . . love and beg me to 
lick you and fuck you, again and again." 

"Oooohhhhh," Marti Sue breathed heavily, her arms clinging tightly around 
his neck in a sudden, uncontrollable burst of passion that she no longer 
wanted to fight, and she thrust her tiny tongue deep into his mouth, feeling 
the heat and strength of his massive body surging into her own. 

 Reno picked lightly at his guitar. The acridly sweet smell of burning pot 
filled his nostrils. From his vantage point in the shadowed corner he 
watched their naked bodies begin to blend together . . . some eleven lost 
dollies to a half-dozen hard-cocked males . . . swinging and mellow now to 
the mental lilt of the soothing cannabis ... In the center, there was new 
activity . . . they were forming a daisy-chain with Vince at the hub . . . 
Across the room, a baby cried . . . probably Bon Bon, he thought, although 
four other girls had kids too ... all by the goddamned padrone, himself. 

It was a beautiful line the big man threw at these gullible chicks . . . 
these poor goddamned lost kids. "Have babies that you can raise your own way 
. . . and don't let the power structure corrupt their young minds . .. 
Babies are total love . . . pure . . . don't let the garbage contaminate 
them . . .!" The lousy bastard . . . and now he had Quinn's new little wife 
back in his lair mesmerizing her with that huge prick of his while she was 
helpless on an acid-trip. . . Christ, how he wished he could move in on him 
... bust the whole show wide open and get it over with . .. but he couldn't 
... he fucking well couldn't, not yet. He had to hold tight, grin and bear 
it . . . the poor kid . . . Christ, she was lovely with that golden hair, 
that beautiful face, and he could imagine what she looked like stripped . .. 
What the hell, his prick gave a lurch inside his pants. Damn, he was getting 
as lecherous as the rest of them . . . but he had to keep his cool; his 
goddamned life wouldn't be worth a cent if they smelled him out. One word 
from Big Noah and any one one of them, maleor female, would cut his heart 
out . . . not a pleasant thought to sleep with. 

He'd drifted in on his cycle three-weeks before, claiming the fuzz was 
looking for him down around Newburg for a series of service-station hold 
ups. The big man had immediately offered him sanctuary, a joint, and his 
choice of love-partners for the night. He'd taken all three; to refuse might 
have pegged him, but fucking Angel according to the Padrone's warped tribal 
law . . . right in the center of the floor with everybody looking on .. . 
hadn't been the easiest role he'd ever played. Fortunately, the pot had 
helped, and Angel had lived up to her name, throwing herself into it like 
she'd known and loved him a lifetime. She was a beautiful kid, maybe 
nineteen, and proud of bearing Big Noah Cannon's son. Later, she'd told him 
about the terrible home-life she'd had; when she'd met Big Noah she was 
insecure, lonely and all twisted inside with hangups. The padrone had 
quickly and gently changed all of that. Now he was lover, father, master; ; 
she loved him completely . . . just as did all ; the rest of the voluptuous 
kids in that room. .. . 

"Don't you get lonesome . . . staked out here all by yourself?" Angel said, 
smiling down at him. 

Reno looked up and saw that she was gor- geously naked; she had a proud, 
beautiful body, long and strong legged with full hips and jut- ting, rounded 
breasts, heavy and dipping slightly now with their weight of milk, the faint 
trace of bluish veins webbing beneath the white skin toward their dark-red 
areolae and berrylike nipples. Damn, every time he looked at them a little 
shock tingled at his loins 

 He returned her smile with a faint onesided one of his own, causing his 
black, heavy mustache to dip at one corner. "I've got my music," he said. 
"Everyone should have something of his own to lose himself in. You've got 
Bon Bon ... I've got my guitar." 

Angel nodded, as if his words made a great sense to her. She dropped 
gracefully to her knees beside, and facing, him, her beautiful breasts 
swaying provocatively with the motion; she sat back on her shapely calves 
while Reno glanced at the soft patch of black silken pubic hair garnishing 
the mound between her full white thighs. 

"Bon Bon's sleeping," she said softly. "Annie is babysitter tonight." 

Reno could see the pupils of her dark-eyes dilated from the pot she'd 
smoked. He said: "How come you're not out there celebrating the prodigal's 
return with the others?" 

She shrugged her pretty, sloping shoulders, then brushed her long straight 
raven hair behind them, the action causing her lovely breasts to thrust up 
before him. "I guess I just don't feel like making it right now." 

Reno fingered the fret-board, strumming a soft procession of chords. "How 
much did she drop . . . Vince's wife, I mean?" he asked casually. 

"A pinpoint... I made sure. It's her first trip, I think . . . She's 
beautiful isn't she? Big Noah was impressed . . . I-I could see it in his 
eyes." 

Reno detected the jealousy in her tone even though she tried to conceal it; 
jealousy was an unacceptable violation of the Padrone's philosophy ... a 
sinful hangup of the establishment. 

"She's just a kid," he said; he couldn't help it with the anger churning in 
his guts. He picked at the strings with a vengeance. 

Angel smiled, showing a lot of white teeth. She said: "Would you like to 
make it with me Reno? Or don't you feel in the mood?" 

Reno's prick gave a hell of a start. At the moment, he couldn't think of one 
damned thing he'd rather do than fuck this enchanting girl .. . but the fact 
that Marti Sue was tripped out in there and that goddamned satyr was 
undoubtedly christening her with his cock had him worried. If she should 
suddenly get all shook and go freaky, he wanted to be ready to help her. . . 

"How about a raincheck, Baby?" he asked, smiling his appreciation. "Maybe in 
a bit, eh?" 

"Sure . . . anytime," she replied, slowly rising to her feet, her own smile 
warm and understanding. 

He watched her cross the room, watched the roll of her naked hips and 
buttocks as she walked between the mattresses, here and there stepping over 
a leg or an arm . . . and then a hand reached up and caught hers. Reno's 
strong fingers tightened around the guitar neck. Damn. he'd blown it for her 
. . . that scrawny bastard, Pig-Eyes had grabbed her! She was looking back 
toward him almost in helpless desperation, but what the hell could he do 
now? The right of first-claim belonged to the weazled litle addict with the 
foot of prick . . . another of Cannon's tribal rules. No girl in the commune 
could refuse sex to any of the males, providing ho communal laws were 
violated . . . yet Reno knew how she felt, how most of the girls had felt 
about making it with that evil-eyed little bastard lately. He was a real 
weirdo, but for some reason, a pet of Big Noah's and so far none of the 
girls had complained . . . 

Reno heard Angel cry out in a half-muffled voice. He bolted to his feet, 
dropping his guitar and quickly cut a path between and over the obscenely 
sprawled and connected naked bodies to where Angel had fallen to her knees 
in front of the bony bastard. She looked up at him approaching and with 
gritted teeth shook her head in a silent negative warning, while Pig-Eyes 
clutched at one of her full proud breasts with both hands, his weazled 
little mouth wide open and glued to its nipple. 

The vile little bastard was sucking the milk from her tit. . . and there 
wasn't a fucking thing he could do about it .. . unless he wanted to explode 
everything right here and now . . . and he just couldn't afford to do that, 
yet! * * * Big Noah Cannon could hardly believe the meaningful depths of the 
passion-filled responses he'd raised from her soft, moist lips, as well as 
the sensuous writhings of her voluptuous young body against him. Hell, she 
had to be floating way up and out . . . excelsior! The heat and aroma of her 
hot, sweet breath was making his cock throb, like wild. 

"You ready, Baby?" he whispered, suddenly withdrawing his big hand from 
between her warm thighs where it had done little but stroke and caress. 
"Ready to be sucked and fucked . . . made love to like you've only dreamed 
of it?" 

"Ooohhhh . . . ooohhhh God ... yes!" Marti Sue whimpered, lost in her new 
world of magical, mystical enchantment. "L-Love me, Darling! Please love me! 
I need it so bad ... so bad. . .!" 

He kissed her again. "Undress, little one. Take everything off. .. ." 

Marti Sue knew that she couldn't resist even had she wanted to. It was as if 
his mind were hers, and she moved almost hypnotically, quickly stepping out 
of her shoes, then wriggling the dress and half-slip from her trembling 
body. She felt him behind her, his great arms moving around her waist as she 
stood there in the faint light with her flimsy panties and bra her last 
remaining cover. He kissed her soft naked shoulder lovingly while his hands 
smoothed over the little bowl of her soft white belly. She shuddered 
delightedly to his touch. 

"These conventional hammocks you can throw away with the garbage, Baby. I 
want you around me from now on just the way God made you," he said softly, 
his hands moving up behind her to unhook her bra, sliding in under her arms 
to her large, full pointed breasts, his big hands slipping beneath to cup 
upwards and lift them as the cool air brushed teasingly over her unleased 
nipples, causing them to burst into hard, berrylike solidness. She lay her 
head back against the matting of hair covering his powerful chest, gently 
pressing her generous buttocks to him, forcing his long thick hardness up 
against his lean belly with the upper portions of them, sensing for the 
first time the immenseness of his massive shaft. 

She tried to concentrate on its hugeness, a momentary flicker of fear 
registering in her transcending mind, but immediately forgotten as he began 
to massage and knead her palpitating breasts, pinching at the tiny, hard 
pink nipples and rolling them between thumbs and forefingers, sending 
unbelievable wild sensations coursing through her body to her brain. He 
moved back away from her then and she felt him lowering himself behind her 
as he gently drew her flimsy white panties down over her hips and buttocks, 
and she closed her eyes, raising her head in the intoxicating excitement 
that enveloped her . . . his lips and the tingly softness of his beard were 
suddenly and moistly kissing each of her soft white buttocks as she stood 
there trembling; then she felt the worming hot dampness of his tongue . . . 
his tongue! burrowing right into the cleft between the gently quivering 
spheres of velvety flesh . . . finally licking from the bottom of the 
smooth, sensitive crevice to its top and following right up her back until 
he stood again with his arms around her. 

Fuck! What a delicious little acolyte, he thought. Of all the luscious 
chicks that he'd surrounded himself with, this was the most beautiful . . . 
the most desirable. Even Angel, she'd never turned him on like this . . . 
shit, and this gem had the ESP too ... no question about that. . . . Once he 
had her heeling properly, then he could begin to manipulate her brain, and 
there was no limit to the value of this gift she had. He doubted that Quinn 
would be any trouble, but if he was .. . there wrere ways of eliminating 
him. . . . Ah yes, this one he was going to keep all for himself . . . the 
Lady Lily . . . but he'd have to come up with a strong bit that they'd buy 
... He couldn't afford to have anything go wrong before they made the hit on 
the H payload. After that, they could all rot in hell ... he and this 
delectable creature would be long gone to warmer climes . . . But right now 
. . .? 

He pressed 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 
still quivering buttocks while his hands reached around to envelope her 
full, firm young breasts . . . then, he slowly drew her down onto the 
mattress. 

She twisted in his grasp and rolled against him, wrapping her arms around 
him, waiting to be kissed. 

He'd teach her to suck his cock just the way he liked it, he thought, 
suddenly ramming his tongue into her mouth, nearly to her throat, his one 
huge hand traversing over her magnificent breasts and down her side, across 
her belly, at last reaching the moist velvetiness of her hot, sensitive, 
vaginal split, playing momentarily in the sparsely covered golden 
pubic-hair, then searchingly discovering her already excited, erect 
clitoris. It was like a tiny nub to the tip of his finger; he tweaked it and 
she gasped into his mouth. He pinched it and she repeated the gasp; then he 
ran his finger downward through the moist, perceptive raw flesh to the small 
opening of her vagina, and while he tongue-fucked into her warm and 
receptively sucking mouth, he tenderly slipped his middle finger up into the 
damp quivering hole. 

Marti Sue groaned passionately. The finger moved up into her, long and 
thick, she thought vaguely, like Vince's very prick . . . but it was only 
this remarkable man's finger...! "Aaaaahhhhh . . . yesssss," she moaned. 
This .. . this was erotic bliss! Her whole being seemed to be alive with a 
seething of sexual lust . .. and she wasn't ashamed! It was beautiful ... 
and then his finger was all of the way inside her wanting cunt, and a wave 
of new and exciting sensations rippled over her flesh. 

Oh . . . oh Vince . . . Vince . . . What can I say? My whole person feels as 
if it has been disconnected from the world! His wonderful finger . . . it's 
shoved right up into my cunt . . . your cunt, darling. . . and I want it 
there! I do! I do! Nothing elst Dm It ir* . . . only him. and me . . . now 
.. . now . . . right now! 

In her ecstasy, Marti Sue hardly felt him slither down her, rolling her 
gently onto her back and spreading her thighs; he crawled and placed himself 
between them, his face hovering just above her moist, excited loins. Her 
mind was glazed in the rapture of the dimly lit room. She felt large flat 
palms of warm hands pressing against the softness of her inner-thighs, 
holding them wide apart, and her breath caught in her throat as she waited 
with mounting desire for what would happen to her next. 

"Oooohhhh," she sighed, lurching as his hot damp iips closed over the soft 
mound at the base of her belly. Then, she sensed dewy, tantalizing kisses 
being lavished on the hair-line slit of her excited pussy, his tongue 
suddenly flickering at the snug., palpitating opening. Every muscle in her 
body tautened at the maddeningly pleasurable licking of her still-closed 
cunt-lips, while uncontrollable moans of ecstasy arose in her throat. 

M-My God! He's said he would do it . . . lick and suck .. . but she hadn't 
really believed it! She'd heard of such things between people in love . . . 
but she'd never dreamed what it would really be like ... or that it'd ever 
happen to her! 

There ... he was doing it again! She was in a dream; she couldn't keep her 
small soft hands from moving down over her sensuously throbbing breasts, the 
smoothness of her stomach and coming to rest on either side of her flushed 
cunt-lips. She could hear him breathing, feel his hot breath against her 
soft pubic hair and the graze of his beard against her thighs. Slowly, 
deliberately, she spread the fleshy hair-lined flanges , her moist vaginal 
split apart with delicate fingers, her hands brushing the hair of his beard 
as he lowered his face to her and drew his hot, moist tongue up through the 
sensitive pink-flesh of her nakedly flowering cunt. 

Marti Sue moaned, gasped, and twitched beneath him. He felt the movement of 
her beautiful head, rolling back and forth as his spearing tongue shot out 
again, its smooth flicking tip circling her quivering, rigid clitoris. He 
sucked, drawing the warm soft folds of inner petals into the hot cavern of 
his mouth, while his tongue maintained its moral-shattering licking against 
the tiny nerve plexus between her legs. . . 

Marti Sue no longer had any conception of time or space. How long his 
wonderful love-making went on she couldn't even remotely imagine ... a 
minute ... an hour . . . and eternity! All she could possibly comprehend was 
its unmatched ecstasy as it finally penetrated her tight, moist vagina, 
surging deep, then taunting her urethra . . . surging deep again . .. and 
laving her clitoris. . . 

Once, she groaned huskily from deep in her throat while the hot probing tin 
worked its way up and down the length of her narrow, tingling slit, starting 
at the lower belly and slithering its way down . . . down over the clasping 
mouth of her vagina and into the crevice of her involuntarily flexing 
buttocks. She felt his big hands move to the backs of her knees that were 
splayed out wide and arched on either side of him; he lifted and pushed them 
up over her body so that their kneecaps touched her breasts, exposing the 
whole flat plane of her open loins to his eager mouth. 

"Ooohhh . . . lover . . . lover. . ." she whined lewdly as he flicked his 
tongue aginst the tight little puckered ring of her anal opening, and she 
reveled in the erotic sensations it gave her. God, she'd never dreamed that 
such wanton, licentious delight was possible. 

She whispered and moaned beneath the magical enchantment of his voracious 
sucking and licking of her genitals. She felt as if she was floating on an 
exalted level . .. And then, he was drawing her clitoris up to a new erect 
state, using lips and teeth and a liquid tongue. Her naked loins were a 
whirlpool of rapture! She loved him . . . belonged to him . .. would die for 
him! 

He moved up over her, tonguing her navel, leaving a moist, hot trail as he 
inched up her trembling body, at last finding the nipple of her left breast 
. . . and then, her right . . . sucking and raising salacious gasps of 
additional pleasure from deep in her throat. He kissed her then 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 pleasure, tasting her own cuntal secretions there and gasping 
with the lascivious delight and the lewed forbidden thought of it. Abruptly, 
she felt the brushing of his long rigid prick against her thigh and 
immediately reached down for it. He raised up above her to give her greater 
access and she clutched its heavy solid thickness, her breathing catching at 
the feel of the hot massive rod she encircled with both hands, her fingers 
barely going around it. 

"Oh ... oh God! It's tremendous! Can . . . can I.. . will it fit?" 

"You want it, Baby?" he hissed. 

"0 ... oh yes, Lover . . . God yes, I want it... I do, honest!" 

He bent down and kissed her once more while she clung to his huge prick with 
both hands, guiding its bulbous, blood-engorged head .... moving it up and 
down to part the soft blonde pubic hair almost instinctively, spreading open 
the small palpitating lips of her cunt, until the tiny mouth of her 
quivering vagina gaped open before it; she let free of it then and held her 
breath in feverish desire as the blunt, mushroomed tip moved at her little 
crotch hole . . . coughing suddenly with the unexpected shock of pain from 
the surprising, almost cruel hard pressure. 

"Ooohhhhh Goddd," she groaned in disconcerted anguish, mechanically 
resisting as the torment increased. 

Big Noah sensed a charge of sadistic pleasure churn in his belly and loins 
at her soulful protest and with a wicked, nearly imperceptible grin lining 
his lips, thrust in fractions of an inch further and further, causing her to 
emit another, more agonized groan from deep in her slender white throat. 

"Auugggghhhhhhhhh! Oh God ... Darling ... it hurts ... it hurts terrible!" 

He grinned openly, unable to contain it, her torturous pleas filling him 
with a strange barbaric delight. 

"Oooohhhhhhh," she whimpered as the huge hardened head of his cock pressured 
forward against the snug, elasticized orifice between her widespread thighs, 
and then its smooth rubbery tip wedged inside just beyond its coronal rim 
and Marti Sue couldn't hold back her pitiful cry. 

God help me, she thought dazedly! Her thighs were splitting apart from the 
continual stretching of the small moist hole between her open legs! He was 
too big! Impossible! It was going to burst her open! 

Cannon couldn't resist the evil excitement her wailing cries were bringing 
him at the slow and relentless penetration of her cunt, and time and again 
he flexed his hips to sink an inch at a time into her, until at last, he 
couldn't take any more of it. 

He had to fuck her all the way . .. and now! He plunged into her with all 
the strength he could muster, dropping his great weight onto her, crushing 
her young firm breasts beneath his powerful hairy,chest, thrusting his hips 
simultaneously, sending his long thick cock racing into her frightened, but, 
lubricously stimulated cunt with brutal, mangling force, rippling the soft 
tender walls of warm pink vaginal flesh in rippling, jarring waves before 
it. There was no holding it back and with a loud grunt he felt his heavy 
balls smack loudly into the upturned crevice between the cheeks of her 
tightly clenched ass. 

"Ooooohhhhhhhh! My God! My God! You've torn me . . . wide open .. . 
Ooohhhh!" Marti Sue sobbed chokingly, screwing her buttocks down into the 
bed in a subconscious effort to ease the excruciating impalement. Her legs 
kicked out into the air helplessly on either side of his big, muscular body, 
quivering and jerking as he held her pinned securely to the mattress with 
his great weight and giant throbbing cock. 

"Oooooohhhhh . .. ooohhhh . . . ooohhhh .. . oohh . ..," she continued to 
groan piteously; she lay beneath him completely filled with his prick, the 
massive throbbing shaft sunk to the very depths of her belly and beyond. 
She'd had no idea in this world that it could bring her such pain, and 
abruptly, she realized with a vagueness that momentarily, all sensual 
excitement had been driven from her body. She could feel every tiny wrinkle 
of the huge fleshy rod embedded in the moist tight sheath of her cunt . . . 
her own darling husband, Vince's cunt. . .! 

He moved then, shattering all her moralistic thoughts, and she sucked in her 
breath, holding it in utter fear of what was yet to come. He began to squirm 
on top of her, his hips flexing, the huge head of his ever hardening cock 
burrowing deeper and deeper into her soft, now resilient flesh. 

"Oh ... oh...! Please, no more ... no more...!" she begged: she felt him 
raise his great weight up off her, his hands pressing her shoulders tightly 
to the mattress, his widespread knees forcing her thighs wider and wider 
apart, until the smooth rubbery head slipping deeper and deeper up into her 
was pressing hard against her cervix. Slowly, he began to fuck in and out of 
her, picking up speed as he went, until finally he was buffeting wildly her 
whole soft, resilient young body with jarring thrusts as he rammed more 
furiously into her. 

The sight of her passionately contorted face and her entire voluptuous young 
white body spread obscenely beneath him brought a lascivious grin of pagan 
lust to his lips. Her beautiful features were still twisted from the pain of 
that first vicious stab into her; her lips were drawn back from her small 
white teeth, little incoherent whimpers coming from deep in her throat. Her 
arms were outstretched toward him, palms placed feebly against his hips, 
attempting to ease the attack of his rampaging cock battering into her 
sensitive vaginal hole, while her drug-smoked eyes stared up at him 
unseeingly. 

Shit, that fink, Vince, had never boned her like this . . . never sunk his 
skinny cock to belly depths like he was right now. Fuck, what a tight little 
cunt it was! Quinn must've gotten her cherry . .. but she was still virginal 
meat, he thought, holding her tight in the lewd position beneath him. He 
looked down to see his own curled pubic hair tangling and meshing with her 
sparse, golden fleece, the head of his thick, fleshy shaft tunneled deep 
into the quivering pink split that his tongue had nursed to moist, dilated 
rapture only moments before. He could see her tight coral cunt-lips 
stretched to the almost ripping point, the expanded outer pink rim clasping 
tightly around the brownish-skinned base of his heavy cock like a bearded 
mouth. 

He held her accordingly for a moment, savoring the libidinous scene of her 
fresh youthful beauty impaled helplessly beneath him, his huge cock buried 
deep in her white, trembling little belly. Christ, the goddamned sight of 
her there, helplessly subjected to his any fucking whim, made his prick 
throb and ache, and his sperm-weighted balls churned with the pressure that 
was building inside them. The luscious little bitch ... he was initiating 
her with a fuck she'd remember for the rest of her life. 

Marti Sue lay in a near powerless, benumbed trance beneath him, aware, yet 
mercily anesthetized to much of the pain, but trying desperately to 
understand what was happening to her. He hadn't raped her; she'd wanted it. 
. . wanted his hot pleasure-giving shaft inside her . . . and then all of a 
sudden he'd changed from a lover into a lust-filled brute ... and there was 
nothing she could do but lie there under him and de-gradingly let him ravish 
her until he'd emptied all of his hot searing sperm into her agonized 
vaginal channel. 

Oh ... oh God, what'd come over her to make her give herself to him the way 
she had? She must have been out of her mind entirely .. . she could hardly 
think straight . . . except that now she felt lewd and debased beyond reason 
with the pain that filled her loins instead of the bliss of such a short 
time before. The sensual rapture of his tongue and mouth licking and sucking 
at her genitals had mesmerized her, until she'd lost all sense of reality 
... or fidelity ... Dear God, why didn't Vince come and take her away from 
there . . .? 

The sudden hot pain of his brutal entry still tore cruelly at her insides. 
His massive rod of flesh was moving in and out of her at a fixed, even, 
bearable tempo ... if only he didn't increase, or change it in a renewed 
burst of lust. She flexed her cuntal muscles tightly in an experimental 
attempt at resistance and was immediately sorry, for the throb of her 
internal sinews seemed to incite him more, and suddenly the huge shaft was 
boring its way deeper and deeper between tormented legs. She felt her cunt 
walls clinging to it with a moist heat .. . and then the hard rubbery tip 
pummeled her cervix again, grazing the sensitive organ as it pushed beyond 
into new unreached flesh and helplessly she clenched her teeth to endure it. 

Rhythmically, he fucked into her while she tried to adjust to it, the pain 
eventually lessening as her cunt walls stretched desperately in the ravished 
passage's attempt to accept his immense rod . . . until finally she felt the 
soft tickling hairs of his heavy balls taunting the smooth crevice of her 
buttocks when he surged into her; subconsciously, she began to lick at her 
perpetually pouting lower-lip. 

She sensed them then . . . the slow, but sure, return of the earlier 
desire-filled sensations, lewdly coursing through her veins, arousing tiny 
salacious chills to run along her spine as she felt the slow measured beat 
of Big Noah's great cock skewering moistly into her helplessly upturned 
loins. 

Then, of its own volition, her body began to twitch and writhe under him; 
she heard the mewling noises in her own throat and she hummed up into the 
moistness of his mouth, thrusting her tongue with revived subliminal 
wantoness between his lips. Her legs drew back slightly in deep-rooted 
inclination, her buttocks squirming impulsively down against the mattress, 
while her whole vaginal passage contracted, released, contracted 
spasmodically at the enrapturing, lewd and lascivious inner sensations that 
increased with his every stroke. 

Cannon felt her urgent answering throbs engulfing the length of his buried 
prick. Her lu-bricious clasping cunt-flesh had begun a vibrant opening and 
closing performance around the hot pulsating shaft. Her pleasure-filled 
mewling and purling responses were suddenly filling the room, and her head 
rolled from side to side while her hips had begun a slow rotation to hi;s 
embedded cock sunk deep inside the moist warm sanctuary of her soft white 
belly. He clenched his strong teeth tightly as he sensed her incited 
nibbling crotch screwing itself up closer against his hair covered loins . . 
. Fuck! At the rate she was coming on, it was going to eat him alive before 
they were done . . .! 

Marti Sue couldn't reason the abrupt new wave of entrancement that was 
saturating her whole body. All pain had left her, giving way to a maddening 
galvanic tingle, beginning deep within her womb and spreading relentlessly 
throughout the raw nerve-ends of her flesh. She l was a mass of exquisite 
moisture between her thighs. She rotated her hips from side to side in 
licentious delight around his iron-hard, impaling cock, feeling her dilated 
cunt sucking in tempo to its rhythmic throbs. He had suddenly become 
immobile, resting 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, fleshy column of hot glistening flesh bridging them into one. 

Big Noah gaped down between them to watch her moist, grasping cunt slide up 
and down his thick prick, the pink sensitive ridges of clasping flesh 
pulling out and clinging to it as she screwed her luscious white buttocks 
down into the mattress, then the salacious mouth between her legs absorbing 
the soft folds back into her as it swallowed the heavy unctious length of 
his rod on the slow, tantalizing upthrust. He let her work and strain 
against him a while longer, listening to her whimpers of uncontrollable 
surrender as she labored with increased abandon, her sweat-filmed face 
twisted in a half-smile of sheer ecstasy. 

She was gone . . . freaked out and cunt high, he gloated, watching her 
delicious, naked young body increase its lewd gyrations and pumping motions 
. . . faster and faster like a whore gone wild, the urgency of her cuntal 
thrusts up against him more and more hungrily pronounced, her lust-bared 
teeth chewing at her lower lips as she strained toward the final moment. He 
felt the secretions of her sucking channel flowing freely and heard the 
moist sluicing sounds of the in and out sawing movement as she skewered her 
loins greedily up his cock, drawing it deep inside her, her back raised high 
off the mattress to arch her hot young pussy tightly up against him. 

It was then that he reached back, grasped her ankles and shoved them 
brutally up over her shoulders, causing her to whimper as he rolled her into 
an inhumanly stretched and contorted ball of helpless female flesh beneath 
him. He held her there securely, making the widespread pink split between 
her thighs completely open and vulnerable to his lust-filled cock. 

His brain whirling crazily now with sadistic desire, Big Noah pulled his 
deeply entombed prick from her until only the tip of its huge purple head 
penetrated her . . . then, he plunged forward and down with every ounce of 
strength in him, ramming the full aching length of it cruelly into her 
helplessly exposed vagina. 

"Uuuuunnnnngggghhhh... ooogggghhhhh!" Marti Sue grunted as it raced into her 
and she could hear and feel the smack of his sweating pelvis battering 
against her tender young loins. His heavy body dropped down onto her 
unmercifully, crushing her full, erected breasts beneath her knees into her 
chest, while his thick cock pummeled into her receptive cunt with the force 
of a battering ram, pushing the moist, unresisting folds of flesh again and 
again in rippling waves before its great, rubbery head. 

He continued with long hard strokes into the seething channel, and the 
quivering moist walls clasped around the thick fleshy rod voraciously, 
slithering up moistly to devour its length to the hilt. His heavy bloated 
balls slapped into the damp crevice between her ass-cheeks with a vengeance. 
She groaned loudly, almost in relief, he thought, at the complete filling of 
her stretched passage as he kept up the deep powerful thrusts into her hot 
churning cunt. Her head rolled wildly back and forth, her mouth gasping in 
pure carnal ecstasy. 

Suddenly, Marti Sue became aware that her time had come! 

This was it! 

The unbelievable mounting pressure that had been growing, growing, growing 
inside her belly and loins was about to burst! His thick, ever expanding 
cock digging into her hungrily clasping cunt like a jackhammer had made the 
cords in her neck and thighs tighten to stand out in an unmistakable sign. 
She could think of nothing but the enormous, agonizing buildup within her . 
. . 

"Oh . .. oooohhhh ... oh God! Yes . . . I-I'm going to . . .! It's cumming, 
Lover! Yessss . . . Here it cums! I aaammmmmmmm,!" she cried in a voice 
shrill with passion, her hands clawing out and cupping behind his driving 
buttocks, pulling him in a half-crazed frenzy deeper and deeper into her 
widespread vagina. 

Her cunt walls opened like a myriad of tiny wells, emitting a flood of warm, 
gushing secretion to bathe his insanely pummeling cock. He rammed harder, 
faster, burrowing deep, deep into the hot liquid depths of her youthfully 
spewing cunt, the flooding moisture flowing damply out around his battering 
prick, trickling down the widespread crevice of her buttocks and flooding 
his throbbing balls as they slapped rhythmically against her tiny working 
anus. 

"Oh God ... Oh God ... Oh God!" Marti Sue chanted, twisting and writhing in 
under him, the wanton sight spurring him to force her tortured legs farther 
and farther back over her head while he fucked into her like a madman. 
Bright flashes filled her head time and again as she continued to grunt out 
her climax, the secretions still seeping from her flushed cunt-lips around 
his massive cock and dribbling down the full, quivering spheres of her 
bucking ass-cheeks. 

Suddenly, she felt the big red-bearded padrone jerk, tense and curse crudely 
on top of her, followed by the hot spearing jets of his sperm shooting deep 
into the secret sanctuary of her passion dilated womb. Her head swam with 
obscene sensuality as the powerful streaming squirts splashed deliriously 
into her, fdling her belly to the near-bursting point with its hot sticky 
whiteness. The warm moist walls of her vagina clasped and unclasped 
desperately, milking at the jerking organ like a sucking, starving mouth. 

Her firm young body seemed to be suddenly drained of all life just as her 
mind fell back into its confused, drugged state, and her smooth white legs 
collapsed loosely on the mattress as Cannon released his grip on her thighs. 
She lay spread-eagle, sensing his heavy weight lifting from her and the cool 
rush of air over her sweat-soaked form. 

"And that, Baby . . .," Big Noah sighed heavily, stretching out on his back 
beside her, "that's the whole bit .. . the beautiful . . . total love .. . 
all we came into this world with ... all we have to give . . . You with me, 
Chick?" 

With him. . ? Total love.. ? Wh-What did he mean? It was all so confusing. 
Beautiful . . . yes beautiful ... it had been ... so beautiful .. . Vince? 
Poor Vince .. . she wished she could sleep, but she couldn't . . . The big 
man rolled toward her, encircling her with his powerful arm and drawing her 
close. She cuddled in his embrace, an odd sense of security washing over her 
exhausted body. Maybe, he'd do it again to her; she'd like that, she 
thought. 

"Later, we'll make it again," he whispered. 

"Yes . . I want to ... I think . . .," she whispered half consciously, not 
really knowing what she was saying or who she was saying it to. 

Chapter 5 

When Marti Sue awakened she was alone, her nakedness covered with an old 
blanket. It was morning; she had no idea how long she'd slept but the light 
trickling through the dirty window hurt her eyes. It came back to her then, 
flooding into her mind like the memory of a wild dream and she sat upright 
abruptly, her full white breasts thrusting forward as she got to her knees 
on the mattress. 

The dull ache in her body, the painful sensitivity to the nipples of her 
breasts, plus the almost raw soreness between her legs quickly advised her 
that it'd been no wild dream. She brushed the blanket aside and looked down 
at herself, spreading her thighs and tenderly examining the little bruises 
on her swollen and still flushed vaginal lips. The moistness of his thick 
white sperm dampened her finger-tips. Dear God, there wasn't any question 
about it. . . she'd slept with Big Noah and he'd done it to her . . . and 
God only knows how many times .. . she couldn't remember .. .! Something had 
happened to her . . . her mind hadn't been functioning properly ... as if 
she'd been drugged . . . Drugged? Of course, that was it! 

Vince! She had to find him and tell him everything! Oh God, they had to 
leave this horrible place at once! Quickly, she reached for her clothes 
where she'd let them fall in a little pile the night before, and found only 
her dress and shoes. Her panties and bra were gone, as were her half-slip, 
shoes and panty-hose. There was a pair of rope thongs and she scuffed into 
them after stepping into her dress. At least, they would get her to the car 
where they'd left their suitcases. . . 

"G-morning," Angel's sultry voice startled her. 

Marti Sue swing around and saw her enframed in the doorway. She was wearing 
just a smile and her bikini bottoms, her hands placed on her generous hips, 
her beautiful naked milk-filled breasts jutting proudly forward. 

"Wh-Where is my husband?" Marti Sue questioned, sensing the blood rushing 
into her cheeks shamefully. 

"He split early this morning with Big Noah," Angel replied softly. "We were 
told to let you sleep. It's nearly eleven o'clock . . ." 

"Wh-What? Where did they go?" Marti Sue asked, feeling a tiny knot of fear 
in her belly. 

Angel shrugged her pretty, sloping shoulders. "To peddle the Jag, I think. 
Business, anyway .. . and we chicks never ask questions about such things, 
Honey. You'll soon learn that. . ." 

"I don't intend to learn anything!" Marti Sue snapped. "I'm leaving this 
horrible place, husband or no!" 

Angel backed out into the main-room to let the blonde newcomer storm the 
entranceway. She was still smiling calmly. She said: "Hangups, eh?" 

"Hangups?" Marti Sue gasped, coming to a halt and staring angrily at the 
tall willowy girl. "Have I got to have a hangup just because I don't believe 
in going to bed promiscuously with any man who wants to take me?" 

Again, Angel shrugged. "Did you like it, Honey? I mean, the Padrone is a 
real lover, isn't he?" 

Marti Sue sensed that her cheeks were a fiery red. She struggled for a 
reply, searching her still dazed brain as several of the other girls in 
their assorted stages of nudity pressed closer . . . but she could think of 
nothing. She had liked it! Loved it! Hadn't wanted him to stop . ..! 
Suddenly, she felt the tears moistening her eyes. "If ... if I hadn't been 
drugged it would never've happened, I assure you . .." 

Angel moved forward, slipping her arm around Marti Sue's shoulders to walk 
her slowly and unresistingly toward the back of the room. "You need some 
coffee, Honey," the lovely brunette said, motioning to the others to leave 
them alone. "Then, we'll comb your hair and walk down by the stream where we 
can talk. Look, Baby, I'm with you . .. know exactly how you feel . . . but 
take my word for it, this is it, total love . . . you'll see. He's 
beautiful, the Padrone. We all love him, and he loves all of us equally. . . 
It's a wonderful life and you'll come to adore it. You'll find only peace 
here, Honey .. . love and peace . . ." 

Angel droned on in her gentle, throaty voice while she brushed Marti Sue's 
long golden tresses and the latter sipped at strong hot coffee. In a while, 
Marti Sue had to admit, if only to herself, that she felt a certain solace 
easing over her, but whether it was the result of Big Noah Cannon's 
philosophy, or the calm soothing tone of this disciple imparting it, she 
couldn't be sure. Nevertheless, as soon as Vince came back she would insist 
he take her away from there, and she had no doubts but what he'd be more 
than agreeable once he learned how his so called friend had drugged her into 
a wild and lewd sex orgy. 

Yet, what she still couldn't understand was why he hadn't searched for her 
and found them together and flown into a rage as any normal husband would . 
. .? Or had he? Dear God, was it possible that he'd looked in and saw them 
there in their obscene performance . . . and hadn't cared? Was he that 
tuned-in to Noah Cannon's unconventional doctrine ... so much so that he 
looked up to him like this girl and the others ... as if he were some kind 
of prophet who could do no wrong? 

Dear God ... he wasn't the same young man she'd fallen in love with was he? 
But he was her husband and she loved him . . . yes, she loved him for better 
or worse! Somehow, she had to get them away from there before they were both 
completely destroyed by this red-bearded giant with the mystical eyes . .. 
this man who seemed to be capable of reaching right into her very soul . . . 
this powerful male who had made beautiful love to her only hours before . . 
. whose almost brutal rigid organ had left her raw and aching . . . yet, 
still vibrantly tingling and wanting more of his enrapturing fulfillment. . 
.! 

Lord, oh Lord, help me . . . help us! Please Vince, come back and take me 
away from this terrible place .. . before it's too late . . .! * * Pig Eyes 
grinned to himself. He was higher than a fucking cloud, sitting on a rock in 
a shaded cluster of huge maple trees, watching the chicks stroll down toward 
the stream with their laundry, their tits jiggling and dancing like some of 
their naked ass-cheeks, the hair covering their hot little pussies causing 
his mouth to water. Fuck, what a setup this was. A fix whenever he needed 
it, a bitch any time he wanted one . . . except that lousy bastard brother 
of his wouldn't let him really do his thing with one. 

"No perversions!" the big fake had made him promise the day he'd walked in 
on his freaky tribe. "You can stay, but you tell no one we're brothers. 
Clear? I'll see that you get your horse, but you'll pay your way. A deal?" 

Shit, how could he lose? Naturally, he'd bought it, but he wasn't fooled. 
There was no love lost between himself and his big brother; the Padrone 
wanted him because he was one of the best second-story men in the business, 
and the tribe had to have loot now and then, a situation he'd taken care of 
some half-dozen times the past six months. 

Right at the moment he was tickled because of a misconception too many 
finks, even Big Noah, carried about Junkies . . . the idea that when they 
were high, sex was the furthest thing from their mind . .. which might be 
basically true with most . . . but not him. Shit, following a lightning 
jolt, his cock was a crowbar, throbbing like a jungle drum, except that's 
when he wanted to get at a luscious, soft white ass, or a pair of full, firm 
tits . . . like he had at Angel's the night before. Christ, he'd sucked the 
goddamned milk right out of them just like her bastard brat, and the mere 
thought was setting him off like a Roman-candle. 

His small, beady-grey eyes fell on Vince Quinn's lush blonde wife as the 
girls descended the path of the bank to the stream. The sun's rays were just 
right to show strongly through her dress and he saw the enticing outline of 
her voluptuous young body almost as if she were naked like some of the 
others. Fuck, she was a delicious morsel! That ape-brother of his had laid 
his elephant prick into her the night before . . . maybe now . . . just 
maybe, it was his time for a turn at her ... his own way. 

The big man'd scream, but he wasn't about to do anything that'd give their 
kinship away. Let the big bastard blow. What the fuck did he care? 

Nothing else mattered right at the moment but satisfying his sadistic desire 
to get at that golden haired bitch . . . but how? Maybe ... if he just 
followed, the opportunity'd present it- self 

If not, he'd figure a way to make it; he wanted that cunt. . . and soon! In 
all her lifetime, Marti Sue had never known a more contented, happier group 
of girls. 

As they walked along in the beautiful mid-day sunshine, seemingly carefree, 
they sang a popular soul-song in harmony and she found herself joining in. 
At the stream, Annie and Sheba finished quickly and walked offhand in hand. 

"Where're they going?" she asked Angel. 

"Annie X and Sheba?" The lovely brunette smiled. "They like to make it in 
the soft grass." 

"Are ... are they. ..?" 

"Lesbians? You better believe it," Angel laughed. "Sheba's bi . . . you 
know, AC/DC, like most of us, but Annie X's straight les. She doesn't dig 
Sheba making it with one of the bucks. Gets all up tight.. ." 

"Y-You mean that you sometimes make love with ... with a girl?" Marti Sue 
asked in amazement. 

Angel tossed back her head and laughed prettily. "Honey .. . you sweet, 
sweet thing. Have you ever made it with another girl?" 

"My God, no!" 

"So .. . you see, how can you know what it's 'ike?" said Angel, her lovely 
dark eyes warm and patient. "Lesbianism was at one time a very conventional 
standard in society. Chicks were pretty much all bi. I know, Honey ... I'm a 
student of ancient history .. . erotic history. Homosexuality is merely a 
matter of geography and puritanistic dogma." 

Marti Sue stared at the one friend she had made of the tribal members since 
her arrival ... gaped in utter shock . . . although she couldn't imagine why 
she should be surprised at anything she heard or was apt to hear. She'd been 
sitting down beside Angel who was washing clothes in the stream; now, she 
stood. 

"I ... I think I'll take a walk. I saw some wild flowers back there," the 
blonde girl said. 

Angel nodded. "Don't let it all frighten you, Baby," she half-whispered, her 
beautiful eyes breathing warmth and love. "I think I'd like to make it with 
you. You're very beautiful." 

Marti Sue felt an immediate, if, unexpected stimulation soar through her at 
the enchanting, willowy, raven-haired girl's soft words. For a long moment, 
she stared at her, then, turned away and walked up the bank, her mind once 
more confused with opposite emotions that she couldn't comprehend. * * * Pig 
Eyes watched her leave the flock and start up the path. He felt his heart 
skip a beat. Fuck, she was luscious. Her firm tits were bouncing beneath the 
thin material of her dress, and when she swung away from where he stood he 
could visualize the crack of her gorgeous ass where the dress clung to it. 
She was naked beneath! Shit! He'd whip it blood-red! He'd clutch that 
velvety white flesh in his hands and shove his finger right up her asshole! 
He'd chew on her tits and fuck her in the mouth! Goddamn her, she was making 
him blow his cool like wild! 

He fell in behind her, clinging to the shadows a stand of scrub pine offered 
. . . and suddenly, he heard her singing in a shrill little voice that made 
his cock throb in his pants. The bitch! She'd sing for him in a minute! And 
when she opened her mouth he'd shove his prick down her throat! Give her 
plenty of time . . . time to get away from the others.. .. She was heading 
toward those friggin' flowers. Baby, you haven't seen flowers yet until 
you've seen my tulip in bloom! He wanted to laugh at that, but held himself. 
She was almost there and he could circle around to the brush behind, then 
draw her back in there. . . . Yeah ... he bent down low and ran silently for 
the thick growth while Marti Sue walked on unaware. 

The field grass, although yet short in the spring, offered him enough 
camouflage. He was a small, wiry man, five years older than his brother, 
with a thin, dissipated body, an evil, parrot-like face, small beady eyes 
and thin bloodless lips. He was proud of nothing about himself except, like 
Big Noah, the generous sized sexual organ he'd been endowed with. There had 
been three children, all boys, of which Jason was the youngest, and he'd 
hated both of his brothers because he'd had to practically raise them with 
the drunken whore they'd had for a mother. His lot had always been the bad 
one, the losing one. It was little pleasures like this that he was about to 
indulge in, especially when it conflicted with the mighty fake padrone that 
made life worth living for him. And fuck, he was going to take her like he'd 
wanted to have a bitch for months! It was so beautiful here, Marti Sue 
thought as she picked a small bouquet of flowers almost subconsciously, her 
mind filled with all that had taken place, plus the tribal philosophy that 
was making more and more sense to her with the passing of every minute. She 
hummed the soul-song to herself while her mind played with the delights of 
the night before and the open, seductive words of Angel just moments past. 
The tall, willowy girl was beautiful, and the idea of lying down beside her 
... with her . . . even kissing her, she found, was not repulsive once one 
cleared away all of the chaff that went with it. Gentle love. Yes .. . and 
after all, what else was there but love? Hadn't Big Noah said something to 
her of this nature? God, he was so massive and overpowering . .. handsome 
and loveable. . . 

"You make one fucking sound and I'll tear your heart out!" Pig Eyes spat, 
clamping his foul-smelling hand over her mouth and nose . . . suddenly 
dragging her backwards like a log. 

Shock first, then panic surged through Marti Sue as she felt his strong wiry 
arm lock about her throat, cutting off her breathing while he hauled her 
into the thick underbrush. Finally, he let free of her throat and she gulped 
air frantically, at the same time making a struggle to get away. He caught 
her and slapped her hard across the face, twisting her upside down over his 
outstretched legs. 

"You fucking cunt! I'll kill you, I swear it! I'll reach right up your 
fucking ass hole and tear out your belly! Now, lay still, you hear! Lay 
still!" 

Horror filled her . . . horror and overwhelming fear that made more sense in 
her shocked brain than fighting and screaming. She forced herself to lay 
across his lap while the reeds and brush entangled in her hair . . . and 
then she felt his hot hand moving up the naked backs of her legs and thighs 
toward her trembling buttocks. My God, she was naked there, too! 

She could hear his hot and heavy breathing as his hand reached the soft, 
resilient cheeks. She wanted to scream, yet held herself! Suddenly, his bony 
hands were kneading the flesh of her soft white buttocks and her dress was 
pushing way up to reveal them to him. He pinched, ridged, gouged, and 
twisted at their naked velvety flesh . . . and then he spanked! The flat of 
his hand cracked brutally against her exposed bottom . . . again and again 
until she had to bite her lip to keep from screaming. 

"You cunt! You fucking cunt-bitch!" he cried shrilly, as he spanked her. And 
then, all of a sudden, she felt him pulling her buttocks apart and the 
abrupt, unmerciful penetration of a long-nailed finger probing at her anus. 

"Oh no! Please no! Don't! My God, don't!" Marti Sue cried, a split second 
before he plunged his dry finger into the cringing mouth of her tiny anal 
hole, scraping at the tender flesh with his nail as he drove it up into her. 

He didn't stop; he never stopped . . . from her vagina to her anal passage, 
thrusting wildly with his middle finger and tearing at her tender flesh . . 
. finally throwing her off him as he got to his knees and tore at his pants, 
unleasing his unbelievable heavy rod of swollen hard flesh before her 
terror-stricken eyes. Then, he was ripping the dress from her . . . ripping 
and tearing until she was naked in her now whimpering state of pure horror. 

"Get on your knees, you fucking hole sucker!" he half screamed. "Get up . .. 
you're going to suck the juice from this baby! You hear! Every last drop 
from my balls . . .!" 

"No! No! I won't! You'll have to kill me first!" Marti Sue screamed 
defiantly, entirely unaware of where her sudden courage had come from. 

"You dirty little slut!" he screamed, bending Oh God! Help me! down to break 
off a long, flexible branch. "We'll see, cunt! We'll see!" he hissed almost 
insanely, immediately beginning to lash her writhing, voluptuous body across 
the breasts, stomach and buttocks, when she rolled, with the pliant whip. 

What happened to stop it, Marti Sue wasn't sure for long moments. The 
stinging pain of the lash biting into her tender flesh had left her in agony 
.. . breathless . . . but something had happened. 

". . . You know the laws!" a strong male voice said. "No perversion unless 
the chick agrees . . . and no taking a girl until you've had her the first 
time in the commune before everyone!" 

"Piss on you!" Pig Eyes spat. "I'll cut your nuts off for this, Reno!" 

"Get out of here you little warped bastard!" Reno's voice came down to her. 
"Get out of here before I kill you!" 

Marti Sue couldn't stop crying. The instilled agony of the biting whip still 
ate into the tender white flesh of her body. Suddenly, she felt a soft 
gentle hand on her brow, stroking it tenderly . . . finally smoothing down 
over the contours of her cheek. "You'll be all right in a minute," his 
pleasant voice said. "He didn't break the skin on your breasts. ... I don't 
know about the rest of you." 

She rolled over against him unashamedly so that he could see her buttocks. 

"They're welted," he said, and she felt his fingertips tenderly brushing 
over them. "They're welted, but not cut. They'll be all right in a day or 
so." 

Suddenly, she half raised, throwing herself into his arms across his lap, 
clutching with her arms around his neck. 

"Oh God, please .. . help me get out of here, Reno. I beg you," she pleaded, 
"please help me ... us, Vince and I!" 

His arms were strong around her and she felt good pressing her naked breasts 
against his lean chest. She kept her eyes tightly closed and thrust herself 
tight to him. 

"It'll be all right," he whispered. "Everything will be all right, Baby. But 
. . . but we have to take this to Big Noah . . ." 

"Oh no, please! I don't want anyone to know ..." 

"Listen to me. We have to. The ... the next girl might not be as lucky as 
you are. We have to tell him. Pig Eyes has broken a law of the tribe . . . 
and believe it or not, this is one of the decent ones." 

Marti Sue clung to him. She felt his hand smoothing up and down her 
rib-cage, brushing at the side of her breast but never encompassing it. . . 
moving down to her hip and almost over to her belly ... but not quite. Oh 
God, how she wished he would! She'd give herself to him right there .. .!" 

"Come on, Baby . . . wrap your dress around you the best that you can and 
we'll go back to the commune," Reno whispered. "Just promise me that you'll 
tell the truth tonight at supper when I call this episode out. . . . 
Promise?" 

"I-I... I promise, Reno." 

"Y-You're sweet, Baby. I-I wish circumstances were different," he hissed 
throatily. 

Marti Sue didn't answer. Instead, she reached for her torn dress and he 
helped her on with it. After all, she was married! Did have a husband! How 
could she tell him what she felt? 

Please, please please! Help me 

Chapter 6 

Marti Sue stared at her new husband in crestfallen amazement. She couldn't 
believe the words that had just come from his mouth. He was half sneering, 
watching her with pot-dilated pupils, his hands thrust in the hip-pockets of 
his faded jeans. He wasn't . .. just wasn't the same boy she'd married . . 
.! My God, he didn't even care that his admirable prophet had drugged her 
into sex ... or ... or that she'd almost been raped by a perverted addict 
that very morning! None of it mattered to him and he'd just said as much . . 
.! 

"You got anything else troubling that hungup brain of yours, Baby?" Vince 
spat, walking over to lean against a dilapidated fence rail in obvious 
disgust. 

They'd no more than swung into the yard when she'd come running out to bawl 
on his shoulder. Damn her, she was practically shaming him right there in 
front of Big Noah. Luckily, the Padrone was a cool cat with plenty of savvy. 
He'd just smiled as if he understood, and walked on into the commune, 
leaving them to talk. The bitch, she had to get hip to the scene . . . and 
like, quick. .. . 

"You . . . you don't care . . . my God, you don't . . . do you?" Marti Sue 
said, her shocked voice sounding hollow to her. She backed several steps 
away from him. "All the time . . . you knew this was going to happen . . . 
expected me to give myself to him . . .!" 

"This is a communal tribe ... we share everything, that's the law," he 
answered her calmly. "But number one, Baby, is Big Noah. We all belong to 
him ... he has first claim . .. even on you . . . the sooner you understand 
that, the better it's going to be for all of us. . . ." 

"You . . . you never loved me! You lied . . . why?" 

Vince shook his head, as if annoyed that she didn't understand what he was 
trying to explain to her. "Look," he said, "of course I love you. I love 
everybody . . . Angel, Ruthie, Big Noah. Sheba, Annie X , everybody, Baby . 
. . don't you see? That's what it's all about. . . ." 

She didn't see! She'd never see! They were nothing but a bunch of immoral 
savages . . . animals ... even worse! She couldn't hold back the rage that 
was fuming inside her. To think that he had duped her the way he had; 
Grand-pa'd been right all along! My God! What ... what was she going to do? 
He was still her legal husband . . . and she was bound to him . . .! 

"For the last time, Vince . . . will you take me away from here?" she tried, 
forcing an unnatural calmness to her voice. 

"Like I said, Baby ... no! You're my wife, for better or worse . . . and 
that depends on you . . . all the way," he answered emphatically. "Here we 
are and here we stay .. . and we live according to the Padrone's philosophy, 
not the goddamned establishment's out there." 

"And if I refuse . . ?" she spat defiantly. 

"Then . . . you'll pay, damn you!" he hissed back at her angrily. "And I 
warn you, chickie . . . Big Noah's justice can be mighty fucking weird." 

The tears that were streaming down Marti Sue's cheeks were more from rage 
than anything else; she swung away from him and ran blindly toward the 
commune. Damn him! Damn him! She'd show him that there was more than one 
veriety of weird fucking justice! 

Big Noah sat in his throne-like chair completely naked, looking down with 
stern face and penetrating eyes at the stripped figure of Pig Eyes, forced 
to sit on a box before him. In their usual states of assorted nudity, the 
tribal members congregated cross-legged on mattresses in a half-circle 
behind the bony figure of the scrawny addict who was staring up at the me 
with a tiny sneer twisting his thin lips. 

Reno sat between Angel, who was nursing Bon, and Marti Sue, the only girl in 
the group whose body was entirely covered. She had slipped on a pullover 
sweater and levis from her valise that morning after Pig Eyes had attacked 
her, but it was obvious to Reno that she wore nothing beneath. In her lap 
she held the torn dress to present as evidence and in her hand was a joint 
that Angel had given her only a few moments before when she'd ran into the 
building with tears streaming down her cheeks. 

The weed was obviously doing its job, Reno thought. He could see the 
reaction in her lovely eyes; she had calmed down considerably and there was 
a certain saucy, almost immodest expression to her mouth that he hadn't seen 
before. Christ, she was a gorgeous doll! He hadn't gotten over the sight nor 
feel of her naked velvety flesh yet. . . . 

". . . You admit to the charge or deny it?" Big Noah's voice boomed, 
interrupting his thoughts. Reno watched the red-bearded giant glare down 
with unusual anger at the little man, his hairy thighs spread obscenely to 
display his massive genitals before all of them, as if the long thick penis 
even in its flaccid state was meant to remind them of his power. The 
potentate's scepter, Reno thought ludicrously. 

"I admit to nothing!" Pig Eyes sneered. 

"Then, you deny the charges?" 

"Fuck, yes! I didn't touch the bitch!" 

"Reno says he caught you in the act of whipping her. . . ." 

"He's a fucking liar!" Pig Eyes spat. "He was laying it to her himself and I 
found them in the brush. . .." 

"That's a lie!" Marti Sue exclaimed, bolting to her feet. "He grabbed me 
from behind and dragged me into the bush, then tore my dress off! He began 
to spank me like a crazy man . . . and . . . tried to make me. ..." 

"Well?" Big Noah prodded. "What? Go on, Lady Lily . . . don't be afraid. 
Tell us." 

Marti Sue swallowed tightly, her eyes level with the big man's immense 
genitals exposed so lewdly before them, and a momentary flicker of 
excitement rippled through her as she remembered the night before. She 
swallowed again. 

"He tried to ... to make me suck him," she managed finally, raising her firm 
little chin high. "When I refused he said if I didn't he'd kill me . . . 
then, he broke off a branch and began to whip me all over. That's when Reno 
came and stopped him." 

The big man's piercing eyes were like agates of fire as he continued to 
glare down at the little scrawny man before him. "Is that the way it was, 
Reno?" he questioned loudly. 

"It is," Reno replied. 

"They're lying, I tell you!" Pig Eyes exclaimed, his voice growing shrill. 

"Shut up!" Big Noah ordered. Then, to Marti Sue: "Hold up the dress so we 
can see it." 

She did, showing the ripped garment to all of them. 

"Is that the extent of the evidence against him?" Big Noah asked. 

For a brief moment, Marti Sue hesitated, then suddenly began to pull her 
sweater over her head. "Not quite," she answered sharply, while they watched 
her voluptuous naked, welt-covered breasts, belly, and finally her full 
hips, lush buttocks, and thighs come into unhidden view before them. 

She stepped to the center and turned her enchanting young body so that all 
could see the angry criss-cross of red ugly stripes welting her tender white 
flesh. 

Reno felt his prick stir excitedly inside his levis and saw the padrone's 
heavy shaft give a start. Christ, it was no wonder he couldn't control his 
own libido at the mere sight of her; even these goddamned flesh-swappers 
were turned on by her firm and youthful loveliness. 

Big Noah cleared his throat. "You're guilty as hell, Pig Eyes . . . and 
you'll have to take your punishment." 

"Now just one fucking minute, mister," the little man snarled, jumping to 
his feet. "You try anything on me and I'll . . .!" 

"You'll go without H for a week if you say one more word!" Big Noah snapped 
meaningfully at him. 

Reno watched attentively the faces of both men, immediately convinced that 
an undeniable something had passed between them, and he read the animosity 
in both of their eyes. Marti Sue came back to reclaim her place beside him, 
making no motion toward dressing herself. A lump wedged up into Reno's 
throat and the de- sire to reach over and touch her delicious white 
nakedness was damned near overwhelming. 

Christ, he'd never seen anything like her 

 "So, you prefer whips, eh man?" Big Noah was saying. "You know the tribal 
laws, and you know you've broken one. Whips you like . . . whips you'll get. 
Girls, get the rope. Two of you go cut some nice willow switches. Angel, 
break out some more grass . . . we're going to have a little festivity." 
When it started, Marti Sue took hold of his hand and Reno couldn't have felt 
more stimulated if she'd grasped his cock. Christ, it was all so goddamned 
crazy! Here she was, this breathtakingly beautiful creature, as naked as the 
day she was born, her soft hot flesh brushing against his own bare arm where 
she sat beside him, and he with pants on, his rod as hard as an iron ingot! 
Someplace in the evil room was her husband . .. and not giving a damn where 
she was or what she was doing! 

On top of that, she was high like everyone else except himself, and in the 
center of all of them hung Pig Eyes by his ankles from a rafter, while a 
half dozen naked chicks took turns lacing the willow whips over his buttocks 
and genitals, obviously getting even for a few of the indignities he'd 
committed on each of them. But what was undoubtedly stimulating the whole 
tribe was the tremendous erection the little junkie was wearing! The 
perverted bastard was enjoying the scourging, and damned near to the point 
of ejaculation! 

"I-I can't believe it!" Marti Sue whispered to him, holding his hand 
tightly, her lovely nakedness hip to hip with him. "My God . . . he's . . . 
he's going to . . . isn't he, Reno?" 

"He's going to do something, the way that thing is jerking," Reno answered, 
dry-mouthed. , "Look, over there on the mattresses .'. . they're all 
beginning to ... do things!" she said, surprised at the sensuous tone to her 
own voice as she watched two girls draw one of the boys down between them. 
One of the girls was kissing him while the other was massaging his hardening 
shaft. .. and then another couple and another, until ... My God, there was 
Vince with Ruthie! 

"What's wrong?" Reno asked when he felt her nails digging into the flesh of 
his hand. 

"I-It's Vince . . . over there with Ruthie . . .!" Marti Sue half-moaned. 
"Oh God. . . ." 

Reno saw them. Vince was sprawled naked on his back, his thighs wide open 
and Ruthie, a heavy breasted red-head was on all fours between his legs, her 
head and mouth bobbing hungrily up and down on his prick. 

"My God . . ." Marti Sue repeated. "She's . . . she's sucking him!" 

The urge to take her into his arms and press her over onto her back was 
becoming more than Reno could fight against. Christ, his cock was aching 
with desire for that tender and warm moist slit between her lush thighs, and 
never would he have a more opportune moment. . . but then, he saw the tears 
streaming in tiny glistening rivulets down her beautiful face, and somehow 
he regained part of his composure. Damnit, he couldn't forget that he had a 
job to do there either. . . . 

"Y-You love him, don't you," he said rather than asked. 

"He's my husband," she replied, looking directly into his eyes. "You can 
understand, can't you?" 

"Sure," he nodded, forcing a smile. "I understand, Marti Sue . . . only I 
doubt that he does." 

She jerked her hand free and suddenly she was pulling her sweater over her 
head. She stood and slipped into her levis while he wished to Christ he 
could bit his tongue off. 

"That's enough!" Big Noah suddenly called out. "He's had his punishment ... 
let him down. . . ." 

"No! Wait a minute!" Pig Eyes whimpered from his upsidedown position, his 
heavy shaft jerking wildly, the vicious red welts standing out in ugly 
stripes on his lean buttocks, loins and belly. "Shit, don't stop now! I was 
almost there, man! Let me cum! Fuck, let me cum!" 

The big man laughed harshly. Reno could see that their Padrone was higher 
than hell. His heavy cock was wagging like a flagpole between his hairy 
thighs and his eyes had lost that penetrating luster. He laughed again. "Let 
him down!" he repeated. "You want to cum, man . . . jack it!" 

A wave of lewd laughter filled the big room. Reno looked up at Marti Sue who 
was staring at Big Noah with tear-dimmed eyes. He said: "I'm sorry, Baby. I 
didn't mean to say anything that'd hurt you. And . . . and I do understand . 
. . about him being your husband, I mean." 

Marti Sue returned his gaze, the apologetic warmth and concern in his voice 
reaching her. She smiled softly. God, he was one of the two friends she had 
there . ..! What was she thinking of? She wasn't . . . that was the problem. 
She wasn't thinking at all! The marijuana had warped her thinking 
capacities. Of all the men, he was the most beautiful . . . and in her 
stupidity ... her drunken state she'd almost turned her back on him. .. . 

"Reno!" Noah bellered, frightening her and bringing every bit of lustful 
activity in the room to a sudden halt. "Damn you, Reno .. . you puzzle me, 
man. Eh . . .? Like ... I can't read you, baby. . . . Come over here." 

Slowly, the lanky young man got to his feet, brushing at his heavy black 
mustache at the same time. Marti Sue watched, an unexplain-able tightness 
filling her throat. He strolled almost aimlessly with her eyes watching his 
every move, until he came to stand in front of the red-bearded Padrone . . . 
and it was at that very moment that she realized how badly she wanted him. . 
. . 

Reno forced his half-grin. What the hell was going on? Had he somehow blown 
his cover . . . maybe stuck his neck out by calling for a hearing on Pig 
Eyes and backing Marti Sue! Something had passed between this fake bastard 
and that lousy little addict, but what? Christ, if he'd blown it . . . his 
life wasn't worth a used condrum. . .. 

"Man ... I think on you a lot . . . but I don't come up with much," Big Noah 
said, staring down at him with drugged eyes, leaning back in his chair, his 
massive cudgel still cleaving the air like a bowsprit. "You been around 
damned near a month . . . enjoying our love and hospitality, yet . . . yet, 
I haven't seen you make it with a girl since the night you drifted in. What 
is it, man? Like, you know ... it isn't masculine." 

Reno shrugged. "To each his own," he said quietly. "Maybe I don't want to 
develop expensive tastes. I'll be moving on shortly, heading west toward 
California." 

Big Noah nodded his giant head. "All right man, I'll buy that, but a stud 
like you doesn't have to worry. Lots of chicks just aching for your loins. 
You're a cool cat . . . and that's why I'm picking you to keep the 
festivities alive . . . know what I mean? Give us a show, Reno. Pick your 
chick and turn on. What'd you say. people?" 

"Yea!" 

Marti Sue had no idea v. hat was happening, except that the lustfilled 
expression on the bearded face of Noah Cannon was indicative of lewd things 
to come. She'd heard the dialogue that had passed between Reno and the big 
man, but she could hardly believe that it was meant, even in its hippie 
literalness. Yet, dear God, would she've believed any of the things that 
she'd witnessed or been a part of before these last two days? She glanced 
over at Pig Eyes who was writhing on a mattress in his pain, while 
simultaneously he pulled at his throbbing male organ like some depraved 
animal. Would she have believed that? 

A shudder rippled over her and she concentrated her eyes on the tall, 
mustached young man who'd befriended her. There was no question! Big Noah 
intended for him to choose a girl and make love to her right there before 
all of them ... a sort of stimulating orgy where they could all act as 
voyeurs while the licentious performance incited their salacious excitement! 

And God .. . she wanted to be that girl . . . that partner in lovemaking 
with this wonderful man . . .! 

"Do I have a choice of yes or no?" Reno asked, grinning up at the big man. 

The Padrone chuckled. "No choice, Reno . . . no more than Sheba's going to 
have a choice on sucking me. She's the best in the Tribe. Come up here, 
Baby," he ordered and the homely girl quickly got to her feet, moving 
nakedly before him to kneel between his legs while Annie X gritted her 
teeth. "Now, man . . . choose." 

Christ, there was nothing he could do, Reno thought. He turned slowly, never 
losing his smile, looking out amongst them. God, how he'd love to take Marti 
Sue . . . but he wouldn't for her sake. He looked over at her, then away. 
She loved that lousy bastard, Quinn. It wouldn't be right; he had to think 
of her, not him. . . . 

Marti Sue clenched her tiny hands into fists. She wasn't afraid; she could 
do it ... would love to do it with him . . . and let the whole damned world 
watch them! Go ahead, Darling . . . call me . ..! 

"Angel . . . you ready to payoff that rain-check?" Reno said, his handsome 
half-smile never leaving his face. 

Chapter 7 

Big Noah was viciously angry and trying not to show it. He had to keep his 
cool in front of the others. For their Padrone to get up tight would never 
do . . . after all, he was the essence of wisdom and all that shit. The pot 
helped, but he was still churning vehemently in his guts. That goddamned 
stupid junkie! He's almost blown it . .. the perverted bastard! And working 
on his own little acolyte at that.. . . The sonofabitch was lucky he was 
still alive. . . . On the other hand, maybe it was good that the luscious 
Lady Lily got a taste of how things could be . .. like right now, the way 
she was staring at Angel and Reno getting ready to make it in the center of 
the floor, then glancing over at Sheba kneeling between his own legs and 
sucking him off. . . 

Christ, the homely, skinny bitch could give head like, wild. And that's what 
he'd needed to calm him, good grass and a good suckoff while he watched the 
horny performance on the floor. 

"Suck, Baby, suck!" he whispered down at Sheba, brushing his big hand 
through her long, mousy-colored hair. He could feel her sharp hip-bones 
against the insides of his knees and her small taut breasts grazing his 
thighs. He lay back, thrusting his pelvis up at her thin, angular face, 
feeling and seeing her ovaled lips clinging elastically to the hot spear of 
rock-hard flesh, her head bobbing up and down over him, her tongue lashing 
and swirling crazily. 

Tenderly, she cupped his bloated balls, caressing and loving them as she 
sucked furiously on his huge, ever-growing prick. Then, she was slipping a 
long slender finger along the crevice of his buttocks to his anus, taunting 
it . . . gradually, like a prong of velvet, easing it inside the tight brown 
hole to probe gently, the way she knew he liked it. 

Fuck, she was one of the undiscovered wonders of the world! 

When Reno had called out Angel's name instead of her own, Marti Sue had 
wanted to run from the obscene place where debauchery was the rule rather 
than the exception. But instead, she had stood there as if mesmerized by the 
sight of the tall willowy brunette coming willingly forward and wearing 
nothing but her beautiful warm smile, while Reno unfastened his jeans and 
let them fall, exposing his own long hard cock. Even though she couldn't 
help the disillusionment and frustration filling her marijuana-fogged brain, 
she felt compelled to watch them as they moved close to one another, Reno 
gently taking her into his arms, her lovely full breasts flattening against 
his strong, naked chest, while her hand crept down to clasp his thick, rigid 
penis and begin to stroke it affectionately. Then, they kissed, slowly 
slumping down onto the mattress and Marti Sue sensed a twinge of jealous 
desire rippled through her own loins and belly. 

Oh God ... why had he done this to her? Didn't he know how she was beginning 
to feel about him? Oh . . . she was such a fool! If only she hadn't gotten 
angry with him over what he's said about Vince, it might be her out there 
instead of Angel.... My God! What was she thinking? She was getting to be 
just like them . . . losing her moral wits completely! And all because of 
the monster up there who was making Sheba commit another depraved, obscene 
act. .. 

Abruptly, Marti Sue glanced at the big man sprawled lewdly in his chair 
while the slender girl crouched between his hairy legs, her own eyes 
widening in disbelief as she realized that he wasn't making her do anything 
.. . Sheba was delighting in the act. 

Good Lord, as impossible as it seemed, Sheba was taking nearly all of his 
long thick cock into her mouth . . . even into her throat as she strained 
above his thrusting loins. Marti Sue could even see little streams of 
perspiration running in thin drops from the sides of the homely girl's 
delineated ribs as she worked furiously over him, while the muscles of Big 
Noah's stomach, chest and thighs tightened; he arched his back, shoving the 
huge pulsating rod of flesh even further between her moist, wildly sucking 
lips, and thin, pink ridges of flesh pulled from her mouth as it clung 
voraciously to his thrusting cock. 

It was all so unbelievable! Marti Sue's mouth had gone dry as she gaped at 
the lewd, incredulous sights taking place around her. Reno had crawled 
between Angel's full, widespread thighs; she had locked her white slender 
calves tight up around his ribs, she was holding them so high. Marti Sue 
could clearly see his long fleshy penis sliding in and out between the 
receptive pink lips of Angel's dark, hair-lined vagina. Again, excited 
little sensations spi-raled through her loins and belly as with every 
outstroke, Reno withdrew it until the underside of its glistening purple 
head was visible to her. She winced pleasurably then while she watched in 
mounting frustration . . . watched him pound his delightful cock into the 
dark, hair-covered split in Angel's completely exposed crotch. She heard the 
smack of his pelvis against hers and found herself coveting the feel of his 
heavy balls slapping resoundingly into the smooth crevice between her 
willowy friend's uplifted buttocks. 

She had never before imagined what it might be like watching two people make 
passionate love; now, she knew why Big Noah had ordered the spectacle and 
the others, like herself, were gaping in mounting lust. The lascivious 
performance, just as the one taking place on the dais, was as much of a 
captivating drug as the pot they smoked. This was how he controlled them! 

Abruptly, Angel's writhing beneath Reno recaptured her attention and Marti 
Sue forgot all else. She watched the cords on the insides of Angel's full 
white thighs flex tightly when she thrust her soft, down-covered pussy up to 
absorb the entire moisture glistening length of Reno's rigid prick. Her 
lovely buttocks hollowed as she lifted them inches off the mattress, 
undulating in lewd little circles while they worked hungrily to swallow up 
the full length of his beautiful cock inside the fleshy pink folds of her 
sucking cunt. 

Marti Sue whimpered, but inwardly, while subconsciously her hand dropped to 
caress her own soft white belly through her sweater. . .. Dear God, she 
couldn't stand to watch much more of this . . . A maze of thoughts were 
racing crazily through Big Noah Cannon's lust-filled and half-drugged mind. 
One was caused by the loose and carnal expression on Marti Sue's lovely 
face. The little blonde bitch was about ready to go into a frenzy; he'd bet 
that sweet little pussy of hers was twitching like a clam's mouth . . . and 
that's just the way he wanted her when he took her into his sanctum later. 
Fuck, what a delicious chick she was . . . and what a nice little mate to 
tour the country with once he got his hands on the payload of H. . . . Fuck, 
where was that scow anyway? Jason should've sent the messenger yesterday . . 
. 

Suddenly, he felt the pressure building in his balls and all other thought 
was blotted from his brain. Goddamn, he was going to blow the top of this 
bitch's head off; he'd teach that blonde little cunt to suck him this way . 
..! He sensed the mounting urgency all the way to his bowels and her probing 
finger in his asshole was just about turning him inside out. He stared at 
the ridges of pink flesh from her lips dragging along his prick-shaft as she 
raised her head, then watched them disappear every time she plunged her face 
downward to absorb it. He could even see her taut, small tits, their nipples 
hard and a half-inch long as she sucked him feverishly. 

"Get, ready, Baby!" he gasped. "I'm going to shoot a load into your gullet 
like Piss Elegants dream about!" 

Wildly, he grabbed at her head with both huge hands, pressing it downward 
onto his shaft as he lifted his loins to drive the hardened cock deep into 
her wanting throat. And then he felt it . . . like ground glass moving along 
the tiny channel from his pulsating balls. "Fuck! Suck it, Baby! Suck it 
hard . .. hard!" he bellowed, and it spurted wildly into her mouth from the 
tip of the raging, jerking rod, while he watched as the ecstatic sensations 
tore through him, his eyes glazed, yet seeing her cheeks bloat and contract 
as she swallowed hungrily time and again the massive charge she'd dragged 
out of him, her mouth sucking, her tongue working furiously while he 
continued to squirt his hot, thick sperm far down into her desperately 
swallowing throat and ripples of pleasureable sadism trickled through him as 
the profundity of his climax began to diminish. 

When it was done, and his prick began to deflate, she continued to suck and 
nibble at it. Gently, he lifted her head and smiled down into her homely 
face, reading the spent look in her amber-hued eyes. 

"Did you make it!" he asked. 

She nodded enthusiastically. "God yes, it was beautiful . . . you're 
beautiful, Padrone. I love you!" 

He smiled tolerantly. "You're a dream-girl, Baby. I love you, too. Now, run 
and get me a cube, eh? I feel a little meditation coming on . . . and made 
it light, Chick. That's pure stuff. ..." 

Just a touch of acid was going to round him off dreamy like, Cannon thought, 
sighing heavily with the pleasant exhaustion of his spent loins . .. and he 
wanted to be just right when he decided to take his voyeuristic Lady Lily. 
Meanwhile, he'd just sit there and let the Angel-Reno combination work him 
back up to pitch . . . and if there was one thing that Angel-doll could do, 
it was fuck, a fact she was proving without reservations. . . . Rene could 
hardly know the thoughts passing through Big Noah's brain right at the 
moment, but if he had he would have realized they were in accord with his 
own. 

If there was one thing Angel did well, it was fuck, he was thinking. Christ, 
she loved it, and even though she'd been his second choice, he wasn't sorry. 
The enchanting creature was sensuously beautiful, made for the purpose of 
giving herself fully to a man, her whole heart, soul and body thrown 
completely into the act. Damn, what a professional whore she'd make! 

From the beginning, she'd begun to moan and murmur incoherently, writhing 
her hips upward at his throbbing cock, and immediately he'd screw into her, 
grinding his teeth in his own mounting desire while she squirmed and jerked 
in under him in luscious, wild abandon. He'd tried to keep his head but it 
was damned near impossible; it'd been a long time .. . since the night of 
his arrival . . . not because it wasn't there for him, but Christ, he had a 
job to do. . . . 

Marti Sue...? Was she watching? God, he couldn't help himself even if she 
was ... not now. She was in love with that punk husband of hers, anyway . . 
. had already told him as much; besides, Angel had made him conscious of his 
throbbing need and his cock ached as if someone had been sticking pins into 
it. 

"Oh, Darling ... it's heaven ... heaven!" Angel whimpered in obvious 
rapture, gouging her long nails into the flesh of his lean shoulders, 
rotating her crotch maddeningly around on his prick and flinging her 
widespread white thighs into a dozen lust incited positions before wrapping 
her long slender legs back up over his back. 

Reno's brain swam heatedly with the fire burning in his loins. He could no 
longer give thought to anything else. His balls ached with the immediate 
furor building inside them and he skewered his long prick deeper and deeper 
into her receptive hole, feeling the spasmodic squeezing of a wanting, 
educated cunt . . . the sucking grip of her moist, velvety vaginal walls 
drawing at his very entrails. 

Her whole delicious body jerked and squirmed while she moaned incessantly, 
her beautiful warm face twisted in ecstasy . .. mouth gaping, neck tensing, 
nostrils flared, a thin film of sweat already glistening on her brow beneath 
her disheveled dark hair. 

The fact that they had an audience no longer mattered a damn to him. He felt 
the moist, smooth pink flesh of her delightful cunt-channel clinging to his 
shaft, holding him tightly inside her, pulling and sucking maddeningly at 
his pulsating, growing cock. He levered upward on his toes and frantically 
plunged the last remaining inch of his long, husky rod into her delightful 
moist pussy, raising a new moan of bliss from her slack mouth, her eyes 
popping open in a glazed, surprised expression of phallic worship. 

"Ahhhhh ... Reno, Darling . . . it's wonderful . . . wonderful, lover. Give 
it to me, Baby ... all of it!" she gasped and he clutched at the round, 
smooth orbs of her luscious ass-cheeks, raising them off the mattress to him 
while he lifted himself to a better advantage, thrusting and grinding into 
her with all the strength of his hips and thighs. 

The soft quivering of her buttocks flexing and unflexing caused the warm 
smooth flesh to ridge between his strong fingers as he clutched his hands 
tightly into them. He drew her hungrily onto his cock and felt her thighs 
open even further to him, flowering the moist, pink hole of her cunt wider 
in acceptance to his needing prick fucking deeper and deeper up into her 
wildly grasping vaginal passage. 

Furiously, he thundered into her crotch . .. her delicious, black-hair 
sprinkled crotch with the receptive, salacious fissure splitting it . . . 
pummeling into its moist raw depths with powerful, intensifying strokes. His 
brain still reeled, but entirely caught up in a whirlpool of erotic 
confusion . . . Marti Sue! He thought of her guiltily for one brief moment, 
although he couldn't imagine why. Christ, he was flipping. . .! He shook his 
head to dissolve her image. ... He looked downward at the lust-provoking 
dream of Angel's firm, rotund breasts beneath him, letting his brain 
saturate itself with their milk-filled splendor .. . watching them quiver 
and sway sideways toward the mattress, their lush cherry nipples severely 
distended . . . and suddenly he rammed into her brutally, causing her to 
grunt forth a guttural cry as she arched her neck with the pleasure-pain of 
the thrust. 

Again and again he battered into her, his rut-aroused brain slowly but 
surely taking complete control of him, the sadistic instincts of the male 
animal gradually stealing command of his reason. Suddenly, he was shifting 
his hips and weight every way possible, plunging and ravaging the hot, 
sensitive raw flesh of her receptive cunt as if his long thick cock were a 
wrecking bar he was grinding and slamming into her. Mercilessly, the smooth, 
rubbery head battered her cervix while his loaded, sperm-filled balls 
crashed loudly into the viscid coated crevice of her widely spread 
ass-cheeks. 

Angel whimpered beneath him low and animal-like, writhing in her attempt to 
bear the abrupt, unanticipated shock . . . even as he plunged harder, 
driving his hot loins more forceably into her open, willing cunt. He gaped 
down into her lovely face, watching the changing expressions contorting it. 
His brain swirled! Fuck ... he was losing his last bit of wits! If only he 
could blow his nuts! His mind screamed for release! He reached in under her, 
his nailed-finger scraping at her soft, secret flesh as he sought her anus.. 
He fumbled between her warm, vibrant buttocks while he pounded his furious 
cock in tempo, deep into the lubriciousness of her enchanting cunt. He 
clutched at the quaking hillocks of flesh, pulling them wide apart, 
searching for the small puckered ring of soft flesh . . . her tiny 
defenseless asshole! 

Then, he found it and touched it, feeling the crinkly snug ring working with 
the writhing and twisting of her ass. A rivulet of viscous moisture 
dribbling down the spread-apart crevice from where his rock-hard thick cock 
was sawing into her, dampened the tiny opening, and he pressed into it, 
feeling it give slightly, then harder, until suddenly the tight, clasping 
sphincter muscle gave and it popped open, slipping over his finger and 
actually drawing it inside the warm, spongy channel. She whimpered before 
the unnatural intrusion, but persistently he sunk his thick invading finger 
into the soft, rubbery depths . . . until the palm of his hand lay flat 
against the moist intoxicating crevice of her beautiful young ass. 

"Ooohhhh . . . Darling, Darling!" she moaned passionately. "Oooohhhh . . . 
yes, yes . . . love me, Reno . .. love me all the way!" 

At first she'd lurched understandably in her effort to accept his rectal 
impalement, but he waited and with passing seconds she began screwing her 
full, rounded buttocks down onto it, and he worked his finger around and 
around inside her, feeling through the velvety partition of thin tissue the 
ridges of his heavy sliding cock fucking in and out of her, until he'd begun 
a dual rhythm of finger and prick as she moaned wildly beneath him. 

His loins were a raging inferno now, his rod growing and expanding inside 
her as he grunted and quivered, reveling in her hot flesh, increasing the 
speed and measure of his stroke, tunneling into her savagely while his 
merciless finger drubbed the depths of her delightful, clenching asshole. 

She held him tightly in her strong white thighs, clamping them high around 
his waist, slackening them and clamping them again. Her soft body was hot 
and her head moved wildly from side to side as she chewed at her full lips 
feverishly. He saw her dark eyes rolling like crazy in their sockets as she 
tightened and loosened her scissor grip, winding her legs completely around 
him while she waved her buttocks from side to side, then screwed her cunt 
furiously up his raging prick. 

He realized that she was moving rapidly toward orgasm; she began to groan 
and strain, guttural sounds coming from deep in her chest . . . incessant 
gurglings that drove him to even more violent, vicious strokes. 

"Ooohhhhhh . . . Reno, darling . . . fuck it hard! Harder! Screw it.. . fuck 
it to death! Harder . . . harderrrr!" she cried up at him, foul obscenities 
beginning to gush from her lips in her desire to reach the pinnacle and take 
him with her, her moist, squirming crotch bucking insanely up against his 
loins and finger, her legs suddenly drawn back until her knees crushed her 
heaving breasts, then she locked her ankles over his shoulders and rode her 
cunt wantonly up his cock to cling there for a moment in completely enslaved 
rapture. 

Marti Sue felt her own body trembling violently, spasms of erotic sensations 
rippling through her. The carnal scene taking place in the middle of the 
floor, plus the lascivious satellite spectacles surrounding it, had 
completely unnerved her. She felt the dampness of her own tingling pussy 
between her tightly clenched thighs while subconsciously her hand stroked 
her belly narcissistically as Angel's long slender legs drew back until her 
ankles were draped up over Reno's broad shoulders and his glistening hard 
cock thundered into the beautifully upturned split in her crotch. A million 
needle-points prickled her own soft flesh in her mounting, lust-filled 
desire, while simultaneously tears of jealous anger trickled down her face. 
Damn him! Damn him! Damn him! Her brain screamed frantically! 

"Oooohhhhh God.... Oh, Reno ... yes!" Angel wailed. "God yes ... I'm 
cumming, lover...! Cuummmmiiiinnnngggg ... yy-yeeesssssss!" 

Her beautiful body began vibrating uncontrollably beneath him. She grabbed 
at his face as the spasms seized her, biting at his mouth with animal-like 
ferocity, her body arching convulsively against his to hold there shuddering 
and quivering, her orgiastic fluids bathing his rigidly pummeling cock, 
running down her soft, smooth ass-cheeks to flood his balls as they slapped 
tightly into the moistened crevice. 

The sensation of her climax was all that he needed. He burrowed into the 
depths of her hot, spewing cunt, pressing her knees back to her shoulders 
and hammering brutally, battering her cervix with his expanding shaft. She 
continued to whimper and gasp ecstatically, her belly and thighs caught up 
in spasmodic contractions, her excitement still obvious as with wild and 
eager passion she said: "Darling . . . Darling . . . it's beautiful . . . 
like outer space! Fill me, Lover . . . fill me with your hot, sweet cum! 
Fuck me hard, Lover! (Jive it all to meeee!" 

Reno felt like screaming! His agonized bliss was that intense. The 
pleasurable pain in his balls seemed unbearable. He thrust and withdrew to 
the veiy tip of his prick then plunged again and again, feeling the wild 
sucking of her cuntal muscles as she tried to extract the gism from his 
seething loins. He was almost there; he knew it! Almost . . . but not quite! 
Seconds more! He'd go out of his goddamned mind! He rammed and rammed again 
. . . then! He gasped, swore aloud, and felt the apex of his climb as 
suddenly he began to topple down the crazy fucking mountain of orgasm! 

Angel moaned with him as she clutched at his shoulders and thrust her cunt 
up high onto his enrapturous cock. He quaked from head to toe, grunting and 
blurting unintelligible sounds while he shot into her, spouting with 
jerking, violent force the convulsive streams of his thick, white hot sperm, 
squirting it far up into the hidden recesses of her open and wanting womb. 

Fuck! Fuck! He wished it would never end . . . but it did eventually, and 
when it was over he could do nothing but collapse into her receptive arms on 
top of her ... he was that friggin' exhausted. . . . 

In a while Angel rolled him gently off of her, then kissed him. She rested 
on her elbow above his face, smiling down at him, her expression a vision of 
warm loveliness. 

"Damn, you're some cat, Lover," she whispered. 

"Thanks ... a guy couldn't be much else with you, Baby," he replied, a 
shudder, then a heavy sigh rippling over him. He looked around the room and 
saw the others all busily involved in sexual variations, including Vince 
Quinn who was playing six-a-neuf with Ruthie, while Big Noah sat, still 
sprawled obscenely, looking as if he might be taking a light trip. "Seems as 
if we did our job well, Baby. The place looks like a Roman circus.. . ." 

"Except for Marti Sue," Angel said, gesturing toward the blondegirl who was 
suddenly running toward the door for the outside. 

"Hey, what's biting her tail?" Reno questioned, sitting up with a start. 
"She looked like she might've been crying. . . ." 

"Yeah . . . and I think I might know why, Lover," Angel said, half-smiling. 

"You mean, Quinn?" 

"No, Baby, not Quinn . . . you and me." 

"What?" Reno stared down into Angel's warm, smiling face. "I don't get it. . 
.." 

"Neither did she . . . but I think she figured -]he was going to . . . and 
right now the green-eyed monster is gnawing at that tail you men-tloned. ... 
WThy don't you go find out, Lover . . . if you're man enough." 

Angel's words were just beginning to register when Reno looked back toward 
the door and saw Martin Sue being confronted by a tall skinny stranger in a 
black leather jacket, shoulder length dark hair and a dirty unshaven face. 
He was holding her by the arms and grinning down into her obviously 
frightened face. Reno grabbed up his jeans and slipped them on quickly, 
prepared to interrupt their scene when Angel caught hold of his pant-leg. 

"It's okay, Lover," she said. "No danger there. That's Daisy ... he's a 
queen. The Padrone's been waiting for him ... it means that Sanford's docked 
in Montreal. ..." 

Chapter 8 

"Sorry to chop the party, Babies," Big Noah said, "But the news we've been 
waiting for is here." He'd donned his breechcloth and the males had pulled 
on their Levis, while the girls remained in their usual various states of 
nakedness. They'd moved in close on their mattresses and were listening to 
his every word. "We've got to work fast . .. there's no time to spare. 
Everything to the last detail's been planned out. Vince and I snatched two 
sets of wheels today. They're parked and waiting for us in the woods a mile 
and a half from here. Syndicate boys will pick up the stuff from the Sanford 
three hours from now. We intercept then on their way back at a point just 
above Lake George. It'll take'em four hours to make the run from Montreal to 
Lake George . . . and us six to get there from here. That all clear?" 

Reno watched and heard their affirmative replies. He felt the muscles 
tighten in his stomach habitually, as always, when the action was about to 
start. This is what he'd been waiting for . . . why he was there. He only 
wished to hell that Marti Sue and Angel didn't have to be involved in it, 
but it was too late to do anything about that now. Of course, he could make 
a few recommendations that might help to ease it for them when the time came 
.. . but first, he'd better concentrate on his own plans. 

What Big Noah wasn't aware of was that the law had been onto this incoming 
heroin shipment for weeks, and that the police would be following the 
syndicate hoods after they made their pick up right to the Tribe's planned 
interception point . . . killing two birds with one stone. While the feds 
were concerned with the narcotic angle, police in three surrounding 
countries were as anxious to bust Noah Cannon's Tribe and put an end to the 
vicious crime wave they were certain the hippie padrone and his followers 
were responsible for . . . but getting the actual goods on them had been 
another thing. 

"All right . . . Jason will be following the syndicate boys with four of our 
cats who are already in Montreal. Broder . . . Vince . . . Stones . . . 
Daisy . . . you'll take one jalope. Vince'll drive. Harper . . . Pig-Eyes . 
. . Miles and I'll take the other. Reno'll look after things here while 
we're gone. Any questions?" 

There were a couple raised but Reno didn't hear them. He was too jolted by 
the big man's decision to leave him behind. Christ, he hadn't counted on 
that turn of events. In their own plans, the Chief had figured him to be in 
one of the hijacking cars, that hidden infiltrating factor that could give 
the signal at the right moment and quickly demoralize any shooting defense 
they might come up with. He had to try something . . . 

"Hey man, I'm no babysitter," Reno said in a casual manner, a half-grin on 
his face. "I crave action . . . know what I mean?" 

The Padrone's penetrating eyes narrowed. "No good, Reno. I want a level head 
here looking after my chicks . . . and you're the cat for the task. Besides, 
after the show you and Angel put on for us, I think you're more of a lover 
than a fighter." 

Loud laughter filled the room, followed by a maze of agreeing comments. Reno 
forced a chuckle then a nod and started to speak, but never got it out. 

"Wait!" Marti Sue exclaimed, slowly getting to her feet. Her slender white 
hands were beneath her golden-hair, their finger-tips touching at her 
temples, while her beautiful face stared blankly, as if she were a thousand 
miles away from them mentally. She took several steps forward toward Big 
Noah's dais and began shaking her head. "No ... no you can't .. . you can't 
do this! I-I see death! Policemen . . . cars together .. . a crash and 
shooting. Policemen everywhere . . . and . . . and one has no face . . ! I 
can't see his face . .. it's blank! But ... Oh, my God! Vince .. . Broder . 
. . they're killed .. .!" 

Immediately, a rumbling of voices echoed through the room. Reno felt an icy 
chill ripple up his spine. Big Noah was staring at her in silence; then, 
Vince got to his feet and said: "She's lying! She's sore at me is all and 
she's making up a lot of crap . . .!" 

"Shut up!" Big Noah ordered. "Come here, Baby," he said to Marti Sue and she 
obeyed, stepping up on the dais between his powerful legs. "Now . . . tell 
me more, Honey." 

"I-I've told you all of it," she said in a strained, hushed voice, "Police . 
. . police everywhere . . . and one ... he didn't have a face . . . There 
was a loud crash with two cars coming together . . . and . . . and Vince . . 
. both he and Broder were . . . were shot. . . dead!" 

Reno watched the voluptuous blonde bury her lovely face in her hands as she 
began to sob almost hysterically. The big man drew her down onto his lap, 
cuddling her against him inside his arms, as if reassuring her protectively. 
He whispered something to her, then looked down at Reno questioningly, "What 
do you think, man?" 

Reno swallowed tightly. To say the wrong thing might easily blow his cover; 
he couldn't take that chance. He started to speak but Vince interrupted. 

"I tell you, it's crap! We can't cop-out now . . !" 

"Man, I told you to shut up!" Big Noah roared. He did, but reluctantly. 
Then, the Padrone said: "Well, Reno? I mean, you've got a cool head . . . 
how's it strike you?" 

Reno shrugged characteristically. "Solid, I'd say. You know better than 
anybody that she sees things straight; she did for you, didn't she?" 

The big man nodded, remembering what she'd told him regarding Rose Willet, 
and there was no way in this fucking world she could've known that. . . 
Still, he wasn't about to pass up this score, either. 

"Your right, man," he said finally, holding Marti Sue against his 
hair-matted chest and caressing her hair with his huge hand. "Though ... I 
can't figure how the fuzz would ever get in on it. . . unless . .." 

"Unless?" Pig Eyes prodded from his place on a mattress. 

"Unless ... we got a rat-fink in the tribe," Big Noah replied, his piercing 
eyes scanning their faces menacingly. "And if we have . . . I'll find him 
... or her, out sooner or later . .. and cut his fucking heart out!" For a 
long moment he was silent, while his vicious eyes raked their faces one 
after the other. Then, finally he said: "Okay so we change our plans ... I 
want that snow . . . and I intend to get it! Meantime, no one leaves the 
commune. Annie X, you break out the four rifles and pick the best shots 
among the chicks. We're posting guards to see that nobody leaves here 
tonight. You shoot and ask qeus-tions later. Clear?" 

Annie X nodded and gave Sheba a signal to follow her. 

"What're you gonna do?" Pig Eyes questioned. "Christ, man, we ain't got all 
fucking night." 

Big Noah ignored him. "You chicks split," he said. "The rest of you cats 
crowd in close and keep your voices down." Marti Sue started to get up from 
his lap but he held her there. "No, you stay and listen to this. I want to 
know how it sets in that mystic brain of yours, Baby . .." It was a simple 
variation of plans, nothing more than changing the point of the hijack to 
further north, which made no difference as far as Marti Sue was concerned. 
She continued to advise against it, reiterating all that she'd told them. 
Vince would die! Broder would die! And there were policemen all around . . . 
one with a blank face . . . Reno cringed everytime she repeated it, although 
his only worry was the fact that he was to be left behind. Somehow, he had 
to let the Chief know! 

Abruptly, Marti Sue moved off Big Noah's lap and went to her husband, 
dropping on her knees before him. 

"Please, Darling .. . don't do this?" she pleaded. "My God, don't you 
understand? You'll be killed . . !" 

"Fuck that shit!" Vince snarled, pushing her away. "You might be able to 
peddle that crap to those hillbillies, but not to me." He got to his feet as 
she began to sob again. "Come on, man . . . let's get moving before we're 
too fuckin' late anyway ..." 

Chapter 9 

The men were gone. Marti Sue lay quietly beside Angel with the sleeping Bon 
Bon between them in the darkness. She knew the dark-eyed girl was awake, as 
were the rest of the girls in the room . . . unable to sleep now in the 
absence of their males. Someplace in the building, Reno, their singular 
protector, slept ... or lay awake just as she was. Damn him! She hated him! 
Why couldn't it be him instead of Vince, her own husband, who was going to 
die . . . and he was ... he was! 

She felt the hot tears trickling down her cheeks. In the morning she'd leave 
. . . hitch a ride to Castleton and call Grandpa; he'd send her the money to 
go home. God, what was to become of her now . . .? Suddenly, she felt the 
little form of Bon Bon being moved and then, Angel rolled toward her in her 
warm soft nakedness, her gentle hand smoothing over the little bowl of Marti 
Sue's belly. 

"You're crying, Baby," Angel whispered. "I could hear you. Look, maybe it's 
not that bad. . . ." 

"He'll die! I know it, Angel! I'll never see him again!" Marti Sue replied 
in a choked sibi-lance. 

"You . . . you love him, Honey?" 

"He's my husband." 

"I know . . . but do you love him?" 

". . .Y-Yes, I love him ... at least, I did . . . and I do, I do!" Marti Sue 
said stubbornly, feeling Angel's warm caressing hand stroking her belly and 
ribs, finally smoothing upward over her full breast. 

Her breath hitched in her throat at the unbelievable, gentle touch of the 
beautiful girl . . . and then she found herself slowly turning toward her, 
pressing her own full breasts against the motherly ones of the lovely 
brunette, until their breasts, their bellies, their warm thighs were tight 
to one another, and she could feel the silken down of Angel's fleshy mound 
pressing erotically against her own. Then, Angel kissed her with soft, 
moist, open lips, her sweet breath filling Marti Sue's nostrils and she 
opened her own lips to receive the other's tiny hot tongue into her mouth. 
Eagerly, she sucked at it, her arms slipping around Angel's swanlike neck, 
her hands playing in the long, ravenish hair. 

Oh, God . . . this was what she needed .. . delicious, tender love and 
understanding . . . but Angel withdrew her mouth and spoke. 

"The father of my baby's there, too .. . my husband, Darling, even if we 
don't have a paper to prove it." 

It dawned upon Marti Sue then. She said: "Big Noah?" 

"Yes . . . you see, I love him . . . love him like no other girl could ever 
love him 

Out there, in the establishment . . . he'd be my husband . . . legally." 

"Do ... do you wish you were out there, Angel?" Marti Sue had to ask. 

Y-Yess . . . sometimes. But I want what he wants. He's my man ... I belong 
to him. ... He made me know what true love really is." 

Her words were like little pearls of wisdom to Marti Sue; she dwelt on them 
individually. "Y-You .. . you're a very beautiful person, Angel. I don't 
know . . . don't know what I'd ever have done without you these few days." 

"Sometimes, Darling . . . it's like that . . . when the whole world looks as 
if it's going to end for you .. . but it doesn't. Something happens . . . 
someone comes along to fill a crazy void that never should've been there in 
the first place." She continued to run her warm hands over Marti Sue's 
velvety flesh, tenderly tweaking at a nipple, then smoothing down her side 
to her buttocks, pulling them tight to her and slipping between to gently 
caress and taunt her tiny sensitive anus. "That's fate, Darling, something 
miraculous like your own gift . . . and I happen to be only one of the two 
here for you." 

"One.. . one of the two? What do you mean?" 

Angel sat up, releasing her. Marti Sue could see her warm lovely face in the 
darkened half-light. 

"What we need is a joint ... a soothing, delightful turn-on . . . and after 
. . . I'm going to make love to you, Baby and we'll talk then . . . 
wonderful, gentle, feminine love. . . . Would you like that?" 

Her husky, whispering words soared through Marti Sue's brain like a sweeping 
wall of fire. She felt her loins tingle and her belly knot with an 
enthralling emptiness that sent wild tiny waves of rapture to the very tips 
of her young hardened-nippled breasts. Immediately, her need of only hours 
before was rekindled, and she could think of nothing in this world she would 
rather have than this girl's lovemaking. 

"Oh, Angel ... I'd love it. . . love it!" 

They kissed, each caressing the other's face, then Angel probed inside an 
opening in their mattress; she struck a match, lighting both home-rolled 
cigarettes. 

Marti Sue took hers and dragged deep, holding it there the way she'd been 
instructed. She smoked fast, not wanting to prolong the enchantment she knew 
was to come. In minutes, her head swam wildly. It was a delicious sensation 
that seemed to spread all through her. She felt her loins fermenting in 
anticipation, the thin, tender split of her vagina moistening damply, her 
brain racing with the mounting lewd thought of what they were about to do . 
. . and then came the commotion! 

Someone turned on lights and Sheba shoved him into the room with the barrel 
of her rifle in his back. 

"Let's keep those hands up, you bastard!" Sheba spat. "Just because you're 
the only man here doesn't mean we can't handle you! You shimmy sideways and 
I'll put a fucking hole right through you!" 

Annie X was on her feet. "What is it?" 

"This cat! I caught him trying to leave .. . and the Padrone said that no 
one leaves!" 

Marti Sue stared at him. It was Reno, wearing a shirt, shoes and jeans. His 
lean face was expressionless as he stood there with his hands over his head. 
Again, the emptiness struck at her belly, but this time as it had when she'd 
experienced her vision and saw Vince being shot! Her brain swirled from the 
effects of the marijuana and she hardly noticed Angel slowly getting to her 
feet. 

"All right, chicks! Up! All of you, up!" Annie X ordered, moving slowly 
toward their prisoner in her nakedness, her heavy, pendulous breasts swaying 
with every step she took. 

Marti Sue had never paid particular attention to the size of Annie X before, 
but she was a tall girl-woman . .. yes, woman, probably in her mid-thirties, 
with a square, mannish face, boyish hips, and muscular arms and legs. She 
wore her hair short and combed severely back . .. and there were thin nests 
of short hairs encircling the nipples of each of her heavy breasts, matching 
in color the forest that covered her pelvis. 

"Bring him up here," she commanded, stepping onto the dais and lowering 
herself into Big Noah's chair. Wild, almost perverted little scintilating 
lights danced in her greyish eyes. She smiled, showing square, hard, mannish 
teeth. "You prick!" she spat. "So you thought you could pull something just 
because the Padrone wasn't here ... is that it? Where were you going, Reno? 
Come on, tell us, where were you going?" 

Reno shrugged. "To Castleton." 

"Why?" 

For a moment he said nothing. Then: "Maybe I was up tight because they 
didn't take me with them. I'm no goddamned babysiter. . . ." 

"No? Well, you're a goddamned liar! How were you going to get there? Why 
didn't you take your bike?" 

"I was going to hitch." 

"You mean, you didn't want to wake us up!" Annie X said. "Besides, it'd be 
easier getting out of here walking ... or crawling, eh?" 

"You're wrong," Reno tried, his hands still in the air as he stood before 
the naked woman's form occupying Big Noah's chair with her mimicking spread 
thighs. Christ, he could see the inner reddish lips of her cunt hanging 
down, and the way she was looking at him with warped delight. Goddamn, he'd 
blown it all right. .. blown it good! But how the hell was he to know where 
those crazy bitches were hiding. He was lucky that Sheba hadn't pumped a 
slug into his back! 

"No . . . I'm not wrong, Reno. You're a fucking liar!" Annie X spat. "You 
figured you had to deal only with chicks .. . weak chicks . . . dumb chicks 
.. . but you're going to learn a lesson, stud! Learn according to the 
Padrone's own philosophy and laws! You're cool, eh, man? Well . . . we'll 
see how cool you are when the girls work you over! Get the rope, Angel! The 
rest of you come up here and rip the clothes off this bastard! Wait! Ruthie 
... get us some grass first . . . we're going to have a little festivity of 
our own!" 

Simon Reno had never felt so utterly helpless in his life. They'd made him 
wait with the 30-30 centered on the middle of his back while they sucked the 
joints into roaches. Then, they'd come at him at Annie X's command, ripping 
the clothes from him, tieing his wrists behind his back, and like an insane 
animal-pack, hauling him into the air by his ankles in the center of the 
room. He was as naked as a jay-bird, but it was Annie X who had to step down 
and lay the first willow switch across his balls. 

He wanted to scream! Instead, he bit at his lower lip until he tasted the 
blood, and then they were all around him like a fanatical swarm of nipping 
and ripping wild animals, lashing and screaming with their whips, the biting 
and cutting scourges lacerating his flesh to the bone, his genitals afire 
with the agony . . . while all he could think of was his stupid mistake, 
whatever it was, and the fact that his buddies might well walk into a bloody 
fiasco. . . . He'd really let them down! 

"Wait! Wait!" Marti Sue screamed, clutching at her head and raising to her 
feet as if she were completely consumed by spirits beyond. 

Slowly, they stopped, while Annie X glared at her in doubting jealousy. She 
came forward with Angel behind her, still grasping at her temples as if she 
were trying to gouge the sight out of her brain. "It's him! The blank face! 
Him . . . Reno! He's the blank face . . . the police . . . the one I 
couldn't see! He . . . he's responsible for Vince's death! My husband . . . 
you hear? My husband! He killed him!" 

"Baby ... Baby!" Angel tried, reaching for her. "You don't know what you're 
saying! It's the pot. . !" 

Marti Sue had no idea, no conception of what was happening inside her. She 
merely ran forward grabbing a whip and began to lace Reno around his 
genitals furiously. She wanted to kill him . . . just as he was killing her 
dream! She saw his face in the policeman's uniform! He was the spy in their 
midst and he was murdering her husband! Viciously she whipped, her brain 
reeling in a feeble linkage of thoughts. She'd kill him! Kill him! Kill him! 
Damn him, she'd kill him . . .! 

Something struck her, but she hardly felt it! She looked into another face 
and then she was being slapped again and again! 

"You foolish bitch! You love him . . . and he loves you! Stop it . . . stop 
it! Damn you, stop it. . !" some clothes on and do it quietly. We're going 
to get him out of here before the boys come back and finish the job. You 
hear me?" 

Marti Sue didn't answer, only stared at her for a long moment, while her 
brain swam from the effects of the marijuana, plus the shock of all that had 
taken place in the last few hours . .. And then, slowly, it came to her . . 
. like some heavenly revelation . .. and Angel, true to her namesake, had 
made her know . . . Dear God . . . she did love him . . .! She loved him 
with all of her heart. . .! 

Oh, Lord . . . what have I done to him? Marti Sue's brain swam crazily when 
she realized reality once more. It occurred to her that she'd been 
unconscious, but she wasn't even certain of that. Her surroundings came down 
onto her like a torrent of heavy stones. She sat upright suddenly and Angel 
shook her. Slowly, the world of being subconsciously opened, and she saw the 
long, half-darkened room. Something hung from the ceiling like a bloodied, 
sacrificed animal. Around her, girls were engaged in feminine, sexual lust . 
.. kissing, sucking, licking lasciviously. She tried to get her bearings. 

"My God!" she gasped. "Wh-What is it?" 

"Listen to me!" Angel whispered hoarsely. "We can do it now! That, Baby, is 
Reno ... the man you love." 

"No ... I love my husband . . .!" 

"Damn you! Don't be a stupid little fool! It's Reno you love ... the very 
man you've been whipping like a maniac!" Angel hissed harshly. "Now, you 
listen to me, damnit. Get Marti Sue didn't cry aloud; she let the tears drop 
silently wherever they might as Angel helped her carry Reno's bleeding body 
from the commune in the half darkness. 

"He's coming to," Angel said, and they lowered him to the ground for a few 
moments. Marti Sue slumped to her knees and cradled his head in her lap, 
gently stroking his face when he began to mumble incoherently. "It's getting 
light . . . there isn't much time," the dark haired beauty added. "You'll 
have to take him alone from here. He'll be able to walk a little, but I 
doubt if he'll be fully conscious." 

"Wh-What about you?" Marti Sue questioned with concern. 

"I'll go back and try to stall them when they find out both of you are gone 
. . ." 

"They'll kill you, Angel . . ." 

"Don't worry about me, Baby ... I can take care of myself," Angel assured 
her. "Now listen to me, the guards are only along the road in front. There's 
a cave near a gully just over the second hill you'll have to climb. Big Noah 
used to take me there when I first came to the Tribe. There's dry wood and 
an old blanket there, and a stream runs through the gully. You'll be safe 
until this is all over. . . I'll try to bring you some food as soon as I 
can. Do you understand, Baby?" "Yes, I understand." 

Angel touched her hand with her own. "You do love him, don't you?" 

"Oh... God yes, I do . . . I do!" 

The dark-eyed girl smiled in the half-light. "I knew it," she said softly. 
"Now, let's get him on his feet.. . You'll probably have to let him rest 
every few minutes so that he won't pass out completely on you . . . But 
you'll be all right, Baby . . . just keep going straight ahead . . . There, 
can you handle him . . .?" 

"Yes ... I think so . . . with his arm around my neck this way .. ," Marti 
Sue managed, struggling to shift his weight to her shoulders where she could 
more easily support it. 

"Good luck, Darling," Angel whispered. 

"Wait. . . kiss me before you go, Angel ..." 

She did, with all of her tender lovingness. "I-I only wish we'd had more 
time, earlier, Baby," Angel said, meaningfully. "Maybe someday, eh?" 

"Y-Yess, Darling . . . maybe someday . . . and soon . .." Their three-mile 
laborous journey took hours. The sun was well up, with Reno still dazed and 
stumbling, hardly aware of anything around him except his own agony, Marti 
Sue knew, as nearing exhaustion herself, she somehow managed to keep him on 
his feet, half-carrying, half-dragging him, while the sun encrusted the 
bloodied lacerations on his naked body and the tears streamed from her own 
eyes. 

Lord God, in her drugged and frustrated state, she'd brought this horror 
onto him. It was all her fault .. . and she loved him . . . really loved 
him! Not Vince . . . not anyone else in the world .. . only him . . . her 
darling, Reno! Oh God she'd been such a fool . . . and Angel . . . sweet 
Angel, had made her know . . . 

She saw it then . . . the mouth of the cave down near the gully ... if only 
she could get him down there . . . then . . . then, she could care for him . 
. . love him . . . make him know . . . 

Reno opened his eyes. The torments of satan swept over him. They raged in 
every muscle, cord, and inch of flesh covering his body. Desperately, he 
tried to establish reality, while the outrageous pain surged through him. He 
struggled with his mind ... He was in some sort of cave . .. there was a 
little fire . .. and another person ... a girl . . . 

She came over to him carrying a can of some sort and a piece of cloth, then 
knelt beside him. He watched her dip the cloth into the can, wring it out 
and apply it between his thighs ... cooling and momentarily pacifying . . . 

"M-Marti Sue . . ?" he whispered hoarsely. 

"Oh . . . Darling, you're awake at last," she said, smiling, but with tears 
dampening her beautiful eyes. 

"Marti Sue . . . Baby . . .," he repeated chokingly. 

"Shhhhhh. Don't try to talk," she said, moving quickly to hold a metal cup 
of water to his lips, and while she lifted him up he drank thirstily. "We're 
in a cave," she told him. "Angel helped me get you out of there . . . and I 
brought you here." 

"Alone . . .?" 

She nodded. "I-It's amazing what you can do when you love someone," she 
said, leaning close and brushing her lips against his face and forehead. 
"Now, you should sleep, Darling. Later, we'll talk ..." 

"How long've I been out?" 

"Hours . . . since last night, and it's well past mid-day now." 

It was all over with then . . . too late to be any help to his fellow 
officers . . . he'd finally blown the whole fucking thing... All he could do 
now was hope they'd came through it all right... He said: "You were right, 
you know . . . I'm the guy . . . the rat-fink . . ." 

"I know Darling. I know .. . and thank God for you," she said, kissing his 
chest, then his cheek and lips. 

He couldn't help it, even though the blood was oozing out of him and he 
hardly knew where the hell he was, his prick began to thicken. Goddamn . . . 
how he wanted to make love to her . .. pull the jeans and sweater off of her 
luscious young body and bury himself in her soft warm flesh . . . 

Marti Sue saw his rod lengthening and a tingling sensation rippled through 
her belly. She couldn't keep her eyes from its swelling delight. Two welts 
stood viciously out from its heavy side . . . red and ugly, and she was 
careful not to touch them as she encircled it with her hand and gently 
pulled the heavy foreskin back to reveal its moist, purplish head. 

Even in his agony an erotic charge raced through him at the cool touch of 
her hand on his prick. 

"I love you, Reno!" she said, her voice a passionate whisper. 

"I-I know .. . We had it back there in the commune . . . but couldn't make 
it click," he replied with an effort. 

"Please . . . don't talk anymore, Darling. Just lie there and let me make 
love to you . . . help you forget your pain," Marti Sue said, feeling the 
warmth of her exciting awakening deep in her loins. "L-Let me try to make it 
up to you." 

"Damn . . . damn, Baby, I-I love you, too!" he gasped, raising his head to 
watch her gently stroking his cock that was growing harder with every soft 
caress. He stared at her lovely, fascinated face as she continued to draw 
the foreskin up and down over its glans with her small white hand. Damn, he 
wished to Christ the rest of the agonies would seep out of him like they 
were at his loins with her delicate manipulations. He gaped at her in 
mounting lust, hardly daring to believe it when she levered herself over him 
and bent to kiss the smooth rubbery head of his cock with her beautiful soft 
lips, causing a wild shudder to quiver through him . . . and then, those 
lovely lips parted, her head lowering . . . until the whole* tip of his cock 
was enclosed within the moist velvety warmth of her mouth! Fuck! He never 
would've believed it could happen . . . never! 

There! Marti Sue told herself in trembling passion. It was in her mouth! His 
beautiful prick ... in her mouth . . . and she'd put it there . . . wanted 
it there . . . and she felt its warm spongy head as she began to experiment 
with her tongue! It was the first time in her young life she could ever 
remember such a maddening desire possessing her and she sensed her whole 
body vibrating with the excitement of it. His beautiful cock . . . there was 
something more than fulfilling about it ... it was everlasting! She loved 
him as she never could've loved Vince. It seemed to her as if her mouth 
would be forever craving it from this day forward .. . and she could tell 
that he was loving it. Oh, God, she'd learned to suck it beautiful for him, 
she thought as she let it play in her mouth while her tongue explored the 
delightful rubberiness of its smooth head . . . taunted and tasted the split 
at its tip, sensing the delicate acrid bite of the fluid it emitted . . . 
and then, she sucked, as if by so doing she could draw the more delectable 
cream from his loins. 

Her hand slipped down to tenderly cradle his balls with heartfelt affection 
as she lowered her mouth down further onto it, trying to draw it deep into 
her throat as Sheba had done to Big Noah's . . . 

"Baby, Baby," he gasped. "Don't try to take it all until you've had a little 
more experience .. ." 

She drew her lips in an enclosing, sucking motion up off it and smiled at 
him. 

"I love it!" she said excitedly. "I want to take it all ... even your 
wonderful balls if I could get them into my mouth! Oh Darling, I want to 
suck it every morning and every night . . . you'll let me, won't you?" 

"Damn!" he blurted. "I'll make you!" "Oh yes, Darling, I want, you to!" she 
exclaimed. "Spank me when I'm bad and let me suck your wonderful cock when 
I'm good! That would be heavenly," she said, laying her face flat onto his 
belly, staring at his prick while she held it in her hand and flicked her 
tiny tongue teasingly into its little orifice. 

Ghrist, how he wished those bitches' whips hadn't drained him the way they 
had. Every sinew in his body ached . . . and fuck, he wanted to make love to 
her so damned bad. He could still hardly believe that she wanted him ... 
that she loved him . . . was actually kissing, licking and sucking his 
prick! It was like some crazy dream! Maybe it was . . . maybe he was out of 
his mind . . . delirious from the beating he'd taken . . . and when he came 
to he'd find it was all a vision . . .! 

No, it couldn't be! He started to reach down and touch her lovely long hair, 
but stopped short. Suddenly, his belly knotted with a heavy twinge of nausea 
and he stared at the mouth of Ihe cave. ... Then, Marti Sue slowly got to 
her feet and screamed. 

They had visitors . . . Big Noah and Pig Eyes . . .! 

Chapter 10 

"Angel was right!" the big man spat, his eyes gleaming insanely as he 
thundered into the cave toward them and Marti Sue dropped down beside Reno's 
naked, prostrate body, cringing in horror. "She said you were holed up here 
. . . but not until Pig Eyes beat her ass for twenty minutes with one of 
them willow switches. They're mighty fucking persuasive tools, eh Reno man?" 

Reno raised to his elbows, the effort causing untold measures of pain to 
shoot through his tortured body. "You bastard, Cannon! If you've hurt that 
girl I'll kill you!" 

Big Noah threw back his head and roared with laughter. 

"Listen to that fucken punk!" Pig-Eyes half-squealed, his parrotish face 
twisted in an evil grin. 

"Yeah . . ." Cannon said, still chuckling. "Man, you don't present much of a 
threat. . . but if you did I'd have the chicks come up and take care of you. 
By the looks of that rat-fink carcass of yours, I'd say they do a pretty 
good job. Only, it's too bad they didn't finish it . . . 'cause now. I've 
got to . . . fuzz!" 

Marti Sue continued to recoil in rapidly building terror, pressing 
protectively against the helpless Reno who was holding tightly to her hand 
while she stared in loathing dread at Pig Eyes leering sadistically down at 
her. 

"And you . . . you little cunt!" Big Noah spat at her. "I saw you . . . you 
were sucking his prick! You filthy little bitch . .. sucking a cop's prick! 
Turned against your own Padrone, your husband ... all of us .. ! Well, you 
won't have to worry about that punk husband anymore . . . he's dead! Got it 
flush in the face, Baby! Fuzz lead . . . and Broder too, just like you 
called it. They were onto us . . . and all because of the pig beside you. 
The whole fucken show blew wide open! We got nothing ... in fact, we were 
damned lucky to get away in our jalopy . .. but now, we settle the scores, 
eh?" 

"You better listen to me, Cannon," Reno tried. "The law is going to get you. 
Be smart . . . don't do anything else that'll hang you higher . . ." 

"Oh ... I don't intend to, fuzz," Big Noah answered, grinning wickedly 
through his red-beard. "Naawww, I wouldn't think of it, although I don't 
intend for any pigs to get me . . . but I do intend for you to get yours . . 
. and she's going to do it, man . . . that luscious little cock-eater beside 
you." 

Pig-Eyes sniggered and clutched obscenely at the protuberance in the front 
of his dirty jeans. "You want me to strip her first, Noah?" he asked without 
looking at the big man. 

Cannon dug a hand into his pocket and brought out a cube of sugar. He handed 
it to Pig-Eyes then reached down grabbing Marti Sue's slender wrist, 
brutally, jerking her to her feet. 

Reno tried to struggle upward as Marti Sue screamed in sheer terror, but 
Pig-Eyes kicked him in the stomach and he immediately collapsed onto his 
back. 

"Damn you!" Marti Sue screeched at the scrawny man as Reno groaned loudly 
from the blow. She was trying to get free of the giant's massive hands 
holding her taloned ones from behind and chuckling obscenely. "You 
perverted, junkie bastard!" 

"Shove the cube in her mouth!" Big Noah ordered. 

She tried to fight them, but it was useless. They held her nose until she 
opened her mouth, gasping for breath, then forced the sugar cube between her 
lips. She couldn't spit it out with Pig-Eyes' foul hand over her mouth, and 
they held her that way until it dissolved and she was forced to swallow. 

Dear God! She had no idea what she'd taken, but was convinced it meant the 
end for both Reno and herself. Oh Lord . . . help me fight against it, 
whatever it is! Save us, dear God . . save us! And then, they were ripping 
the clothes from her body, stripping her naked, as almost immediately her 
head began to reel just as it had that first night when this monster had 
taken her and she'd been completely defenseless . . . 

Reno groveled on his back in the fresh agonies Pig-Eyes had unleased in his 
belly with his vicious kick. He knew that he was barely hanging on the edge 
of consciousness . . . but he was helpless. The filthy bastards intended to 
kill both of them . . . there was no doubt about that . .. but not until 
after they'd used her defenseless young body every way they could . .. 
Christ, he had to try something . . . anything that might save her. 

"Cannon . . . don't hurt her. Let her go and I'll go to bat for you, I swear 
it," Reno said, raising up again on his elbows. "I'll lie ... anything . .. 
just let her go . . ." 

Once more, Big Noah gave out with a hardy laugh. Then: "You stupid fucken 
fuzz! You think I'd believe you? Naaawww, Baby . . . you pigs are all alike, 
dirty fucken pigs!" 

"I swear it, Cannon!" 

"Piss on you, you lying fink! Pig-Eyes, tie his goddamned wrists behind 
him," Big Noah snarled. "Then we're going to share this morsel, brother, 
while the acid takes her right up and out, and that fucken witch's brain of 
hers is ready to listen to every thought I put into it!" 

"You won't get away with this, Cannon!" Reno snapped desperately as Pig-Eyes 
threw him onto his stomach and wrenched his arms behind him. "I'll get you . 
.. I'll get you, damn you, if it takes me the rest of my life!" 

Again, Big Noah laughed. "Well that won't be very goddamned long, fuzz . . . 
cause this little baby I'm holding in my arms is going to snuff that out of 
you like a lighted match . . . now what'd you think of that?" 

Marti Sue heard their words, but they seemed to make little difference to 
her. She was aware of all that was taking place around her, yet, none of it 
mattered greatly. Her brain seemed to be expanding and momentarily she was 
convinced that there was nothing she couldn't cope with or do if she really 
wanted to. Big Noah was holding her from behind and fondling her breasts 
pleasantly with his massive hand. A pleasing sensation rippled through her 
when he pinched its nipple and she knew that she was already moist down 
between her legs when he decided to take her. She felt sorry about Reno 
being sick ... or whatever was wrong with him, but there didn't seem to be 
anything she could do to help him . . . and he was such a sweet, lovable 
man, too .. . 

A singular sensation of erotic excitement abruptly rippled through her loins 
and she looked down to see Pig-Eyes on his knees in front of her. He was 
licking her cunt . .. and it felt so good . . . holding it apart with his 
thumbs and running his hot, moist tongue up and down between its moist pink 
lips .. . and then he was nibbling at her clitoris . . . Ooohhhh, it felt so 
good . . . good . . . good! 

In his lifetime, Reno had never felt anymore useless. His whole body was a 
cage of pain and agony, and Cannon's warped mind had seen to it that he 
could watch the perverted, obscene de-bauchery they were going to submit 
this drugged girl to . . . this girl he'd fallen in love with. They were 
both naked now, like his beautiful, mind-shattered Marti Sue, laying on the 
floor not a foot away from him and toying with In r lasciviously. Pig-Eyes 
lay on his side in front of her, sucking frantically at her young lush 
breasts with his middle finger plunging in and out of her tender vagina 
fiendishly, while Cannon lay behind her, holding her against his massive, 
hairy body, his thick middle finger thrust up into the tiny channel of her 
anus between her lovely buttocks. 

Near-horror expressed itself on Reno's face as he realized that she was 
moving her hips back and forth rhythmically between them, her mind a lost 
factor to her, and he watched as Cannon whispered unceasingly into her ear. 
She wore a simple smile on her beautiful face and her glazed eyes stared off 
at nothing. Acid! The bastard had loaded her with it! She was tripped way 
out! All he had to do was plant ideas in her head continually, as he was 
obviously doing, and she'd react, just as if his brain was her own! 

Christ! What could he do? Cannon was destroying her . . . both of them! And 
he couldn't do a goddamned thing! Oh shit . . . she was so damned lovely . . 
. even beneath their foul hands . . . her beautiful, rotund soft breasts . . 
. her hips so generously arched into full white thighs, and the soft swollen 
mound between them with its golden pubic hair . .. that he'd never quite 
gotten to ...! 

She loved him! He had to help her someway . . . somehow . . .! 

It was all over, Noah Cannon was thinking, even as he thrust his finger into 
this delightful creature's warm soft asshole. The best bet was to make a run 
for it.. . cut south, maybe, toward New Orleans and lay low for awhile. He'd 
had such a beautiful setup, too. Another time, there'd be no goddamned 
brother like this punk, and he'd be harder on his chicks. Of course, he 
couldn't take this cunt with him the way he'd planned, she'd gone fuzz .. . 
but when he was through with her she'd be as empty as a shell anyway. 

Maybe he'd take Angel and the brat. Shit, there were damn few like her 
around, but it irked him that she'd crossed him. Her ass ought to be a rosy 
red right at that moment. . . nothing that wouldn't heal, but he'd bet she 
wouldn't forget it right away. Damnit! He'd wanted that payload for a 
bankroll too . .. planning on taking this little twat he held in front of 
him for kicks. Shit, she was a sweet bitch, and his cock was beginning to 
throb between the lush globes of her ass like a trip-hammer. The luscious 
cunt! She didn't know it yet, but she was about to learn all of the 
attributes of LSD! 

Cannon raised his head to watch his brother sucking at her tits and 
fingering her cunt. He was another parasite that had to be eliminated .. . 
even though the sight of the punk right at the moment carrying on his wild 
performance was spurring him on. And then, the little bastard was squirming 
his hips upward, trying to get his foot of cock to her mouth. He couldn't 
contain the laugh in his belly. Fuck, he was going to wipe out a whole swarm 
of problems tdday! 

"Get her up on her knees," the Padrone ordered sharply. "You want her to 
suck you .. . let's do it right, brother. I've got an idea of my own .. . 
one she won't forget for a fucking long time to come!" 

Reno watched in choking, helpless rage Marti Sue's unresisting response to 
Cannon's manipulation of her naked voluptuous body; Pig-Eyes had stretched 
out on his back with his bony thighs spread apart vilely, his hardened, 
oversized prick and heavy balls jerking before her drugged eyes as the big 
man guided her forward on her knees between them, holding to her rounded 
white hips from where he knelt behind her. 

Her firm full breasts swayed provocatively as she crawled on all fours up 
over the scrawny little junkie, her long blonde tresses hanging down to 
graze his puny thighs and loins, her dilated eyes fixed dazedly on his thick 
fore-skinned rod, while Cannon behind her, smoothed one big hand lustfully 
over the white soft spheres of her youthfully rounded buttocks and stroked 
his own massive, rigid cock with the other. 

"I wouldn't want you to miss one flicker of this show, man," the Padrone 
said with evil, salacious delight. "I'm going to let you in on one of my 
secrets ... let you pick-up on how I get control over my chicks . . . and 
how they do whatever I tell'em to do . . . regardless. . . ? 

"You rotten scum, Cannon!" Reno spat. "You better kill me, because if you 
don't. . !" 

"Don't worry, man ... I promise you'll never get out of here alive," the 
red-headed giant cut him short, grinning and continuing to stroke his 
growing shaft. "Meantime, you just lay there and watch us enjoy this sweet 
chick eh?" He chuckled viciously, then to Marti Sue: "All right, Lady Lily, 
let's see you go to work on little brother's prick. Suck it!" 

Reno felt a sickening sensation clutch at his guts as Marti Sue's small hand 
encircled the panting addict's thickened rod of flesh, his lean, hair matted 
pelvis jerking upward at her touch, causing it to skin down until the 
mushroomed, red-fleshed head popped from the heavy foreskin a scant few 
inches from her lush lips above it. 

"Rub those sweet lips with it, bitch!" Pig Eyes hissed at her. "Then lick it 
from top to bottom ... all over . . . quick, damn you!" 

Reno clenched his nails into the palms of his hands behind him when he saw 
his beautiful Marti Sue's soft, luscious lips move down and contact the tip 
of Pig Eyes' moist throbbing prick, then begin rubbing it in a little ovaled 
circle with her small hand half-wrapped around its shaft .. . caressing her 
bowed lips with it as if she were tracing their outline, just as she'd been 
ordered. 

Automatically, her tiny pink tongue flicked out and she licked down the full 
length of the rigid stalk . . . up, then down again and again, laving her 
warm damp tongue all over it while her full, young breasts danced and swayed 
beneath her from the motion. 

"That's enough of that!" the little man snapped, his vicious eyes beading 
lasciviously. "Now, suck it! Hurry up, suck it!" 

At last, he was going to let her suck it, Marti Sue thought in her swirling 
dreamworld, parting her lips and opening her mouth to slide them down over 
the beautiful, hard rubbery head along the full length of her tongue, the 
tiny drops of seepage from it filling the warm cavern of her mouth with its 
warm piquancy. Immediately, she began to suck hungrily on it, working her 
head up and down in a quickly established tempo with his thrusting loins, 
She had never imagined that a prick would taste so delicious and she 
explored its every ridge and wrinkle. Her tongue licked wildly at the 
blood-filled head, the tip probing hotly into its tiny split . . . and then 
something heavenly was happening behind her . . . between her buttocks and 
around her moist, tingly pussy . . . 

Ignoring Reno entirely, Rig Noah watched with lust-filled eyes as Marti 
Sue's soft, pretty mouth clasped voraciously around Pig-Eyes' expanding 
thick cock sawing upward into her face. The thin, tensile rim of her lips 
clung to it as though held there by some bewitched force, and he grinned 
licentiously, because he knew what that force was . .. acid. He watched his 
runtish brother fucking her mouth like the demented bastard that he was . . 
. and then her already passion-contorted face as she sucked and licked the 
hardened prick like it were some new marvel she'd never before experienced. 
She'd taken both hands to cup and squeeze his balls and the big man could 
see the thick white fluid dribbling from the corners of her mouth in tiny 
rivulets as she seemed to revel in the whorish act he'd subjected her to, a 
mascochistic gleam flashing in her desire-glazed eyes. 

Now, his own massive cock was beginning to pulsate in its mounting, almost 
hurting need and he stared lustfully at the warm, white voluptuous young 
body bent lewdly before him. He slid his hands up the soft inner-sides of 
her white thighs to the sparse, golden-lined lips of her cunt and stared at 
the pink separation, tracing its thin moist slit with a forefinger upward 
between the creamy orbs of her firm white buttocks to the hairless puckered 
hole of her rectum. Her cunt-lips, those delightful little sacks of flushed 
delight, quivered excitedly to his touch, while her rounded, delicious ass 
trembled and began to rotate in undulating circles. 

"Spread 'em for me, bitch!" Big Noah commanded her. "Reach back with both 
hands and spread those pretty ass-cheeks!" 

When she'd first felt him taunting her pussy back there, Marti Sue knew 
something wonderful was going to happen to her and a new ripple of carnal 
pleasure had charged through her. Now, as he ordered, and without ever 
losing a stroke sucking on the beautiful cock in her mouth, she reached back 
both hands, spread her thighs, then pulled her buttocks apart, opening all 
of the enticing panorama of her young naked loins to both the Padrone and 
the securely tied, pain-filled Reno who was staring at the lewd debauchery 
with enraged, tear-dimmed eyes. 

Even so, he couldn't deny his own lust as his cock began to jerk and thicken 
at the sight of her perfectly round and beautiful young bottom undulating 
while she drew apart the full moons of her ass-cheeks, and he saw the 
glistening droplets of moisture in the sensitive, coral-hued flesh of her 
spread-open slit. 

Cannon couldn't stand it any longer. The knob of his cock was like a lighted 
torch; he caught a hand around its shaft and levelled it just inside her 
nibbling cunt lips. He heard her groan around Pig Eyes' cock as he grabbed 
her hips brutally and drove its full length solidly up into the moist 
throbbing sleeve of her cuntal passage. 

Marti Sue had felt the huge bulge of his cock-tip slip between the 
palpitating lips of her pussy . . . then, the soaring charge as its heavy 
shaft burst into her channel and belly with ferocious delight, crashing 
soundly against her cervix, confusing her with its sharp pain-pleasure, and 
she blurted loudly around the pumping cock in her mouth. For a moment, it 
seemed that her vaginal passage was on fire, his huge cock-head ripping her 
deepest organs . . . and she wanted it to! 

Reno couldn't take his eyes from the despicable, salacious sight as his own 
prick jerked into an unwanted hardness. Christ, his poor Marti Sue . .. she 
was completely out of her mind. Suddenly, her own small hand was slipping 
between her thighs and spreading the soft curls of her sparse pubic hair, 
caressing the erectiled bud of her clitoris, while behind her, Cannon had 
begun to pant and gasp heavily in ruttish lust as he rocked rhythmically in 
and out of the soft youthful confines of her moist, clasping cunt. 

"Wh-What you think now, Man?" Big Noah gasped, breaking into a lurid grin as 
he turned to see Reno's agonized expression. "They bend to the Padrone, eh?" 
And then he saw the lawman's hardened rod and he laughed obscenely. "Well, 
I'll be a sonofabitch! It kind of gets you right there, doesn't it, fuzz?" 

"You filthy bastard, Cannon! Goddamn you!" Reno swore in frustrated rage, 
realizing the use-lessness of it and himself. There wasn't a thing he could 
do to help her. Noting! Absolutely nothing! 

Cannon was suddenly to engrossed with the building pressure in his balls to 
pay further attention to his helpless prisoner. His fucking time was coming 
shortly, the big man thought excitedly. He wanted to get his load right up 
there and ready so that he could blow it into her when that fuzz-prick got 
his. That was the ultimate! He'd had it only once before this way with a 
little chick from Albany and shit, his climax had nearly torn him apart! He 
guessed she was still probably in prison while her hubby was cold and 
rotting in the ground . . . But all in due time. He wanted Pig-Eyes to crack 
his nuts first . . . Presently, he could feel the soft fleshy cuntal ridges 
inside her giving way before the inhuman onslaught of his pistoning cock. 

He hunched in closer behind her lovely, squirming body, gritting his teeth 
wickedly as he fucked into her with long hard plunges, his strong buttocks 
hollowing with every thrust. A feeling of absolute power spiraled through 
him and he held her hips in total subjection to his stone-hard rod skewering 
relentlessly into her. He squeezed her flesh in his powerful hands, so that 
it grew in thick ridges, small, bloodless hillocks of her creamy, satiny 
flesh embossed on her lush round buttocks, and when he released them the 
ridges settled back slowly, leaving angry red marks fringed with white 
bloodlessness on her smooth skin. Each time he thrust, his fingers gripped 
her harder, squeezing her soft, tender thighs with sadistic delight knowing 
that she was nearly immune to the pain. 

He stretched the quivering white orbs of her ass wide with harsh fingers, 
watching the tender pink folds of moist glistening flesh clinging tightly 
around his rampaging cock. Then, he levered forward on his knees and with a 
loud grunt, drove his thick rod to the hilt; he could feel the fleshy 
resistance deep inside spread before the blunt, turgid head of his prick, 
raising a soft guttural sound from the depths of her throat around Pig Eye's 
heavy cock. 

Marti Sue's unseeing eyes opened and closed in a lost glaze of passion; 
there was . . . had been, pain from the huge cock plunging into her from 
behind, but it was weirdly pleasurable from the very beginning. Her brain 
reeled ecstatically and her whole body was alive with sheer sensual bliss. 
She ground her soft, receptive buttocks back hard onto the solid shaft 
fucking into her and felt the tiny rivulets of viscid moisture building in 
the crevice between her ass-cheeks, sensing them dribbling down the flesh of 
her smooth inner thighs, while the mounting bubble in her belly and loins 
signaled of what was to come. 

She tasted and sucked wantonly at the ever expanding cock in her mouth, the 
abrupt thought of it finally ejaculating its thick, white sperm deep into 
her throat setting her wild with anticipation. She wanted it! Yes ... yes! 
She wanted it to squirt into her mouth and throat.. . and she'd swallow it 
right down into her belly ... its warm, sweet cum . . .! 

She was unaware of anything around her except the two racing cocks fucking 
into her mouth and cunt. The very lewdness of her position and the obscene, 
blurred mental vision of her naked young body fucked at both ends at the 
same time, caused the increasing salacious hunger in her belly to begin 
churning insanely, She waved her ass back vigorously onto the huge prick 
fucking into her quivering pussy from behind, squeezing her cuntal muscles 
like a starving throat around the hard thick shaft, while at the same time 
she sucked savagely at the cock in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing and 
bloating obscenely with the vicious thrusts. Her tongue licked wildly at the 
blood-filled head, the tip vigorously probing at its split end. God, why 
didn't it shoot into her mouth? She wanted to swallow it . . . feel it 
dribbling down her throat . . . filling her belly just as the prick soaring 
into her from behind would flood her cunt.. ! 

Suddenly, she was vaguely aware of the increased furor of the thrusts 
pounding the depths of her tender cunt from behind, plus the naked hips 
crushing up tighter and tighter against her face. She could feel the prick 
that was stiffly poling into her mouth begin tensing in trembling, jerking 
movements and hands clutched her head brutally. His pelvis closed in on her 
as if he were trying to push his cock all the way down her throat and she 
tried to accept it. The hair of his loins tickled her nose and suddenly she 
took his pulsing balls tenderly in her warm hands and began to gently 
pressure them. 

"Oh fuck! Suck it you blonde bitch! I-I'm going to cum! Yeah, man ... oh 
shit . . . here it cuuummmmsssss!" 

Abruptly, her mouth was flooded with a torrent of hot, thick liquid that 
raged down her excitedly swallowing throat in a fury of seething fire. She 
fought for breath as she gulped with sexual hunger at the white, viscous 
fluid wildly ejaculating from the jerking prick driven to the depths of her 
desperately constricting throat muscles. Desperately, Marti Sue milked at 
his balls as if to get every last drop while Reno moaned in the deplorable 
agony of the salaciously vile sight. 

As he watched from his painful, secured position, he saw the filthy little 
junkie's shaft lose its rigidity and it began slipping mdistly from her 
still sucking mouth. She took a deep breath then and ran her tongue over her 
jism coated lips lasciviously, ensnaring the last of the tiny remaining 
drops of his semen that'd trickled there from the corners other mouth. A 
sensation of complete helplessness ripped at his entrails once more, even as 
his own rock-hard prick gave a lurch from the unwanted sensual lust the 
loathsome spectable had caused him. Christ, they were both lost! There was 
no way to save them now . . .! 

Oh God ... it was all so absolute heavenly. 

Marti Sue thought, still licking at her sperm coated lips. She hoped it 
would never end .. . never! She spread her thighs wider, sliding her knees 
farther apart, thrusting her lovely buttocks higher and back against the 
hard plunging cock fucking into her from behind. Now, with each battering 
stroke, she felt with maddening rapture his sperm-bloated balls slapping 
against the erect, tingling bud of her clitoris, while the thick, curled 
pubic hair around the base of his massive prick brushed tantalizingly 
against the soft inner edges of her ass. She lowered her torso until her 
breasts were squashed against the earthen floor of the cave, its harshness 
erotically taunting the taut distended nipples. She mewled with ecstasy as 
she felt the burrowing shaft behind her imbed its unbelievable full length 
inside her. 

Its smooth, rubbery head grazed the flat hardness of her young cervix, 
probing deep, deep where nothing or no one had ever before reached. She 
almost felt like some sort of slave ... a lowly serf bent humbly before him 
while he fucked into her from behind, emptying his male lust into her 
hungry, open crotch. Lewd pleasure surged through her like myriad tongues of 
fire. God, she wanted to be taken like this . . . subjected to every lewd 
demand he could think of to satisfy her desire-wracked body! She loved him, 
whoever he was . . . and she'd do anything in the world he told her to! 

It was time . . . time! His fucking load was just waiting to blast into her, 
Big Noah reasoned, his brain racing crazily with sadistic lust. He gaped at 
Pig Eyes who had withdrawn and was laying spent on the earthen floor, his 
cock like a length of feeble gardenhose. 

"Fuck, man!" the Padrone blurted. "Get a chunk of wood ... a big one, but 
one she can handle. Move, goddamnit!" 

The scrawny one did while Cannon ordered Marti Sue to turn around and crawl 
toward Reno where he lay on his back, and he shuffled along behind her on 
his knees, his massive prick never leaving the warm, spread hole between her 
thighs. Reno raised up painfully to see her face. Christ almighty, she 
obviously had no control of herself! Her beautiful eyes were dull and 
dilated, her pretty mouth slack but spread in a weak half-grin of drugged 
and depraved lust. Then, momentarily, he thought she looked at him with 
recognition as Pig Eyes thrust a strong length of heavy wood into her hand. 
She took it and continued to smile at him as the bony addict slunk back and 
got to his knees to watch. 

Christ, maybe he was losing his wits, but Reno couldn't help staring at her 
magnificent full breasts with their hardened pink nipples dangling before 
him, and the entangled loveliness of her long golden hair streaming down 
over her shoulders . . . even as she continued to move her hips and buttocks 
back onto Cannon's massive cock. God almighty, what they'd done to her. . ! 
And there was nothing he could do now or ever to repay them . . . 

"Feeling like a whipped prick, fuzz?" Big Noah said with a wild grin on his 
bearded face as he knelt behind her and continued to gently thrust his shaft 
deep inside her aroused cunt. 

"What you do to me won't count, Cannon!" he spat, hardly knowing what he was 
saying. "But what you do to her will . . . and if I don't get you, I've got 
friends who will!" 

"Pigs?" 

"Not acid-heads!" 

"You've got a lot of mouth right now . . . with your hard prick . . . and 
wishing you were me fucking into her tight little cunt-hole," the big man 
taunted. "But you won't be so cool in a minute, man . . . when I work her up 
and tell her what to do . . ." 

"You'll always be scum, Cannon! You and your brother both . . . scum . . . 
shit from the gutter . . . the results of some drunken whoremaster .. .!" 

"Goddamn you!" Cannon bellered, and Reno had the pleasure of knowing that 
his last remark had really hit home. 

"That's right!" he said. "The dregs of a drunken whoremaster!" 

"We'll see! We'll see!" the padrone screamed as he began to again plunge 
brutally into Marti Sue. 

She was practically over him and Reno couldn't take his eyes from her 
beautiful young breasts jiggling and swaying with the brute's powerful, 
animal-like thrusts that were battering into her from behind. He witnessed 
the tiny gleam come alive in her eyes and knew that the inhuman plundering 
of her youthful cunt, blended with the acid they'd forced down her, was more 
than she could cope with. Her lovely, tender loins had to be at a state of 
screaming desire ... demanding release. She wasn't to blame; she was 
completely lost! God . . . oh God, help her! 

"Now, Baby!" Big Noah hissed down at her. "It's time! Daddy's going to blow 
his wad into you, you hear? We're both going to cum together . . . the 
ultimate . . . total love! So . . . take the club in your hand and start 
beating his prick! That's it, Baby! Lift it up and smash his cock and nuts! 
That'll make your climax beautiful! You hear? Smash that fink-bastard's 
crotch! Kill him, Baby! Kill him . . . now ... oh fuck! Here it cums! 
NOWWWWWWW!" 

Marti Sue heard his words and whimpered as her own orgasm began to rise 
inside her, sensing his prick fucking into her from behind, jerk and begin 
spewing its white, hot load deep up into her clasping cunt. It splashed 
insanely around inside her and foamed from the hair-lined lips of her cunt 
against the drenched pubic hair of his pelvis. His balls jammed tightly 
against her exposed clitoris, the slapping contact triggering her own climax 
and wildly she lifted the chunk of wood battering Pig Eyes across the face 
with it. 

The little man screamed and fell backwards as Marti Sue raised the weapon 
again and again to smash downward at his bloodied loins while the ultimate 
sensations of the damned raced through her drugged brain, and Cannon shot 
his hot vat of semen into her, unable to get enough control over himself to 
stop her. 

"You bitch!" he screamed when he could. "You stupid fucking cunt! Not him!" 
He jerked himself out of her and reached over to grab her arm that was 
weilding the club. "You've half-killed him...! Damn you! I'll tear your guts 
out for this ...!" 

"No you won't, Padrone! You won't do anything only freeze! That's it! Freeze 
or I'll shoot . . . I swear I will!" 

Reno couldn't believe it. He stared at the cave entrance and watched them 
file in. It was Angel who led them and held the rifle dead level on Cannon's 
huge frame, and behind her was Annie X, Sheba and Ruthie plus the others 
straggling in . . . but the first four held 30-30s trained on him. 

"What the hell d you think you're doing?" Big Noah gasped wide eyed, staring 
at the weapons leveled on him. "You chicks flipped or something . . .?" 

"No ... we haven't flipped, Man," Angel replied softly. "But just maybe . . 
. we've come down from an awful bad trip. We found the notebook journal you 
keep in your things, Noah. You intended to desert us . . . were using us .. 
. didn't even believe in your own so-called philosophy of total love. You're 
a fraud, Baby . . . and even I don't care what happens to you now. I can 
only hope that your son grows up to be better..." 

"Now . . . now, listen, Angel . .." 

"No! You listen. The police are on their way. It's all over, Padrone. The 
guys have split; there's just us chicks, but we've got the odds. You want to 
challenge them?" 

Reno had raised up onto his elbows. It was all impossible; things like this 
never happened in real life . . . and then, Marti Sue leaned forward, 
kissing him, her small hand reaching for his still half-hardened cock. 

"I-I remember you," she whispered dazedly. "Y-You're Reno ... yes ... I love 
you, don't I .. ." 

She dropped across his chest then, completely unconscious, and he looked up 
at Angel's warm smiling face. 

"Damnit!" he said, "will someone please untie me so I can take care of this 
girl . . .? Or would you rather drive a cat right out of his goddamned 
fucking mind?" 

Chapter 11 

Perhaps the swingingest thing of all to come out of the whole nightmarish 
episode was their homey little three-way relationship, Simon Reno was 
thinking, lying nude in the bed with his hands comfortably laced behind his 
head and watching the two naked lovelies as they went about their kitchen 
duties in his small apartment. He watched them talking and laughing quietly, 
smelled the coffee and the bacon frying, a pleasant sensation of warm 
contentment flowing through him. Of course, they thought he still slept, 
which was why they'd put Bon Bon into his new crib and moved him into the 
living room where his happy goos and gaas wouldn't awaken him, and that's 
the way it'd been for the past two wild and crazy weeks, ever since the 
department had given him a month off to recuperate from the punishment he'd 
taken. 

There was just one problem, he thought with a little grin ... he might need 
another couple of weeks to recuperate from the nursing care he was getting. 
Christ, they were both such loving, breathtaking dolls, and as much gone on 
each other as they were on him, a fact he'd never been able to reconcile 
with a month ago, before he'd met Noah Cannon's Tribe . . . but these were 
changing times . . . old conventions were being replaced by new and broader 
concepts, and the sooner the so-called establishment recognized this fact, 
the happier this whole up-tight world was going to be. . . . The hell of it 
was, lousy scum like Cannon were the ones who made the headlines, the ones 
that the power structure held up as images of a deteriorated generation, 
which was ten thousand goddamned miles from the truth. They were merely the 
rotten apples, and contrary to popular belief, he'd decided; one stinking 
apple didn't destroy the barrel. . . . 

Anyway, Cannon's putrifying days were over with. Besides a half-dozen local 
felony indictments, Albany had issued a warrant for him on complicity in a 
murder charge, while Pig-Eyes, once he got out of the hospital, would have 
to stand charges on five counts of armed burglary, enough to put him away 
for at least five to ten on each. 

As for the others, both male and female, most had quietly disappeared and 
there wouldn't be too much done in trying to locate them. But the most 
delightful outcome from his standpoint was the way the good judge had placed 
both Marti Sue and Angel on probation because of the parts they'd played in 
the destruction and capture of Big Noah and his tribe . . . and in his, 
Simon Reno's custody. What the hell more could a cat ask for, he thought 
with a certain carnal cheerfulness? And then, he saw them both looking at 
him and swallowed tightly. He hadn't really gotten over last night yet. . . 
And there went their breakfast. 

He saw them glance at one another and exchange impish little smiles of 
wickedness, his eyes traversing from their beautiful faces to the soft 
sensuous contours of both their naked bodies, their hands resting on full 
provacative hips while their proud firm breasts jutted forth in taunting 
delight. 

"I think he's lying there gloating," Marti Sue said, her lovely blue eyes 
suddenly sparkling with a devilish glint. "What would you say, Angel?" 

"Hmmmmm, he's got that potentate expression, all right," the beautiful dark 
haired girl replied thoughtfully. "You suppose we should tend to his rousing 
needs, Baby?" 

"Better than that," Marti Sue replied, beginning to move slowly toward the 
bed, "I think he should tend to ours . . ." 

Reno sat up, raising his hands in pretended anxiety as they came toward the 
bed on either side, their voluptuous breasts swaying delightfully before him 
with their movements. "Now wait just a minute .. . I'm supposed to be 
recuperating . . . you're taking advantage of your probation officer. . . ." 
And then, they were lying on either side of him, drawing him back down 
between them and he released a long ostentatious sigh, while Marti Sue 
slithered close against him on his left, placing one small hand on his 
chest, and Angel writhed sensually against him on the other side, her long 
willowy form sleek and satiny as it squirmed and pressed hotly, vibrantly to 
his own, her soft slender hand reaching down to gently encircle his rapidly 
hardening prick. 

"I think it's your turn first this time, Angel darling," Marti Sue reminded 
the dark-eyed girl with a private wink as she snuggled her distending 
pink-nippled breasts against the muscle of his arm and taunted his ear with 
her tiny tongue. 

"Oh, let's just share him together, Baby," Angel replied. "I think there's 
enough here this morning to go around ..." 

"Damn . . .," Reno grunted while Angel's slender hand began to work the 
heavy foreskin slowly up and down his lengthening rod. He could feel the 
cool air brush against its naked, rubbery head as she drew the thick skin 
down below the coronal rim, then assisted it in its re-sheathing. "You .. . 
you sound like a couple of bitchwolves getting ready for their morning 
meal," he half-gasped drily, fermentations already inciting his loins and 
belly. 

"Now, Baby, that's a wild idea," Angel said as both girls raised to their 
elbows and looked at one another above his chest while Reno read the gleams 
of anticipation and excitement on their beautiful faces. 

Then, Marti Sue's hand smoothed down over his stomach raising gooseflesh in 
its wake as her fingers trailed lightly through his pubic hair to cover 
Angel's hand still grasping his now rigid cock. Fuck, he thought, this had 
to be the most swinging three-way combination around. 

"Listen," he blurted, "you chicks want me to blow my cool, or are you going 
to do something with that prick besides tease it?" 

They both tittered, then Angel removed her hand and moved down in the bed 
while Marti Sue continued to stroke it. Reno watched in fascination; Marti 
Sue held the now throbbing shaft and Angel lowered her mouth down onto it, 
abruptly enclosing the full, pulsating glans in a soft, warm pressure. He 
groaned, thrusting his loins upward automatically as the warm moisture of 
her ovaled lips closed over the sensitive pulsating head. Gently, Marti 
Sue's small hand worked up and down the still thickening penis while Angel's 
beautiful lips slid down to meet her clasping fingers, and she began to suck 
it steadily, rhythmically ... up and down with a twisting motion of her 
tongue at the peak of each stroke. 

Reno tensed his loins and Marti Sue moved up to lean over him, dangling one 
firm and taut breast with its hardened pink nipple brushing against his lips 
as her arm encircled his head and drew him to her. Hungrily, he sucked.it 
[http://sucked.it] into his mouth and between his teeth to nibble and bite, 
causing the voluptuous blonde girl to gasp and whimper with the 
pleasure-pain. Below, at his crotch, Angel moaned and began to suck harder, 
nipping now and then with the edges of her teeth, and he knew that his prick 
had to be white beneath the gentle scraping suck, and a rich purple at its 
smooth turgid head. He felt her soft hands cupping and cradling his balls 
while she plunged her mouth down onto the hardened rod of flesh with 
increasing fury. Suddenly, he twisted his head slightly as he sucked at 
Marti Sue's soft resilient breast and saw his heavy cock nearly disappearing 
right down Angel's throat. And then, Marti Sue said: "Darling, I-I had a 
vision . .." 

"A-A what!" he gasped, glancing up at her with lust-filling, incredulous 
eyes. "Christ, Baby .. . this is no time for visions . . . not when I-I'm 
about to flip my-my gourd . . ." 

"But this was a beautiful vision, Lover," Marti Sue insisted, while Angel's 
tongue, with that final swiping lick, was making the head of his prick 
vibrate and pulse like it might explode into shattering pieces any second. 
He looked down and watched her lovely face stuffed with his cock, working 
over him voraciously, her lips pulling out grotesquely, her cheeks hollowing 
as she sucked jn wanton delight . . . and suddenly she stopped. 

"What the hell!" he gasped. "Don't stop now! You want me to lose my fucking 
mind. . . ?" 

Angel smiled as she raised her head. "Marti Sue had a vision," she said, 
licking at her lips. 

"How the hell do you know?" Reno blurted, looking from one to the other in 
frustrated confusion while his prick jerked and throbbed in Angel's hand. 

"Because she had it earlier, Lover," the dark-haired girl said, smiling 
warmly. "She saw you up on your knees behind her like you do with me when I 
get that driving urge, Darling." 

"You mean ... in the ass? Marti Sue?" Reno gasped, a wild sensation of 
salacious excitement charging through him at the mere thought. "Hell, she 
doesn't know what she's asking for, Angel! Didn't you tell her what it was 
like the first time . . .?" 

"Lover, Lover, don't get all up-tight," Angel said calmly, continuing to 
gently stroke his cock with soft soothing caresses while she talked. "Of 
course I've told her, but she's watched us, Baby, and seen how much you love 
it that way . . . how much we both love it. I understand what it means to 
her ... in fact, we've been giving her little hole some expanding exercises 
. . . secretly." 

Exercises? What exercises?" Reno questioned, sensing further carnal spasms 
churning in his loins and belly. 

"Fingers . . . first one, then two, and finally three," Angel said, smiling, 
knowing how much he loved this beautiful blonde girl and how he'd sworn he'd 
protect her from every trace of pain after the horrible ravaging Big Noah 
and Pig Eyes had subjected her to. But she, too, loved her . . . and him . . 
. and if there was one thing a man couldn't understand, it was why a woman 
masochistically needed a certain amount of pain with her pleasure in her 
love-making. 

"Please, Lover?" Marti Sue pleaded and pouted excitedly. "I want to be able 
to do everything for you ... I want you to so badly ... I even dreamed of it 
last night," she said, then kissed him passionately on the mouth. 

"Christ, Baby ... I-I don't want to hurt you ... I swore no one would ever 
hurt you again ..." 

"Darling, don't you see? It won't hurt me .. . oh, maybe a little bit, but I 
want it to!" she insisted. "That's part of it . . . the love-pain. I've 
watched it come into Angel's eyes when you do it to her, and I can tell she 
nearly goes out of her mind with happiness. Reno, Sweet, I want it that wav! 
And it's my right if I want it. . . isn't it?" 

Reno swallowed tightly. This had to be the most ridiculous goddamned plea 
anyone had ever confronted him with. Christ, how he loved her . . . both of 
them, but Marti Sue ... she was more like a little child . . . 

"She's right, Lover," Angel said, still gently manipulating his rigid prick. 
"I know how she feels, only you'll be more tender and loving than the 
Padrone was with me my first time. Now . . . I'll get her already for you, 
Baby .. . like a virginal bride on her wedding night, while you watch," she 
added, a licentious sparkle coming to life in her beautiful dark eyes. Then, 
to Marti Sue: "Come on, Pet, get up on your knees and spread your legs ..." 

Reno watched open-mouthed while Marti Sue, with a little shudder of obvious 
delight, quickly moved around on the bed as Angel got onto her hands and 
knees behind her and slowly moved her lovely face in toward the enchanting 
blonde's round, expectantly quivering buttocks. Crazy jolts of lust twisted 
lasciviously at his mind, while the delicious pressure Angel had sucked into 
being caused his balls to throb and his cock to jerk achingly. Then, he 
changed his position so that he could better watch Angel's lesbian act. 

No one could know better the desire that was gnawing at Marti Sue's precious 
loins than she, Angel thought; hadn't she gone through it herself . . . 
arrived at the point where a male organ inside her pussy or mouth over and 
over just wasn't enough? Then had come the time when masochistic pleasures 
became a necessary diversion, not a diet, but a thrilling sensuous diversion 
.. . like being a bi-girl . . . ac/dc . . . God, if more wives and husbands 
could only reach such heights together there wouldn't be any divorce courts 
. . . their lives would be too full and beautiful, she reasoned ... 

She stared at the voluptuous sight of the enchanting young girl on her knees 
waiting ex-patently before her. They were beautiful, ovaled, white 
moonshaped buttocks, and she could see the tiny, hairless opening of raised 
flesh as Marti Sue lowered her shoulders to the bed, thrusting the enticing 
area back at her. Angel's eyes lowered to the coral slit of her cunt with 
its golden hairlined lips only partially opened, and she could see the 
delicate pink flesh within. 

Small sparkling dew-drops of viscous fluid clung to the pouting fleecy lips. 
She moved forward as if drawn by a strong magnet, until the musky perfumed 
scent reached her nostrils pleasingly and she lashed out with her little 
tongue, going down deep toward Marti Sue's already throbbing clitoris, just 
as both of them had done many times to each other these past weeks. She 
found it enclosed between the moist inner-petals, her lips coming in contact 
with the silky, pubic-haired folds of trembling flesh as she stretched her 
tongue to its entirety, its tip stabbing at the erect bud and raising a deep 
groan of bliss from Marti Sue's young throat. 

Slowly, Angel swept upward, flicking her tongue-tip several times against 
the twitching clitoris, then backwards toward the round and small 
viscous-dampened opening of her vagina, plunging in far enough to feel the 
rippled walls of hot flesh nibbling at her tongue, then out to taunt her 
urethra before traveling on up the satin-smooth crevice between her lush 
buttocks to the crinkled mouth of her tiny pulsating anus. 

While Reno watched in close, lasciviously building lust, Angel laved Marti 
Sue's tiny orifice with her tongue before finally inserting a gentle, 
slender finger into the pulsing hole centering the creamy-smooth spheres, 
and lie gazed fixedly in lewd fascination as her small ass-mouth seemed to 
suck it right inside her . . . and then a second digit, her magnificent 
ovaled buttocks working back toward the two invaders hungrily, until finally 
a third one entered into her and momentarily she winced, but never gave an 
inch. Again, her smooth young buttocks ground back at them, and from where 
he half-lay, his cock throbbing maddeningly in its ever increasing need, he 
could see her pulsating breasts nearly crushed against the bed like great 
scoops of coned ice cream, palatably enticing in their soft whiteness . . . 

"Are you ready, Lover?" Angel whispered, looking toward him and interrupting 
his thoughts. "She is . . . Isn't it beautiful?" 

Reno started to speak, but made a choking sound instead. Finally: "I-I think 
I'm going to blow . . . blow my fucking mind . . . between the two of you 
exquisite dolls!" 

"We love you, Reno," she said warmly, expressively. 

He kissed her mouth with a lusty hunger, running his tongue over her moist 
lips and into her hot mouth, tasting the familiar sweet tang of Marti Sue 
there. "I love you, too, Baby," he hissed. 

"I know ... Be gentle with her . . . but not too . . . and don't stop no 
matter how much she begs," Angel said, slipping her fingers slowly from the 
lovely girl's working little rectum, then climbing out of the way. 

Moving onto his knees, Reno crawled up behind Marti Sue while Angel eased 
along beside her and began to caress her full breasts, As an added 
precaution, he tenderly wet her tiny hole with more spittle, then he eased 
one finger inside while his other hand moved down and between the lips of 
her young warm cunt to massage her clitoris teasingly. 

It was even more than Marti Sue had ever imagined, having just his finger 
inside her there. The penetration excited her wildly . .. and then came a 
second finger, somewhat painfully in the beginning because of their 
thickness in comparison to Angel's, but she was determined and she squirmed 
her buttocks back onto them, feeling the excitement of true fulfillment 
growing within her. 

"Now, Lover . . . now! Fuck me there with your cock! I want it, Baby! I need 
it, don't you see?" she whimpered back at him, feeling Angel's soft gentle 
hands caressing her breasts lovingly. 

Reno wielded the throbbing length of his heavy prick with a trembling hand, 
frightened at the thought of introducing its massive head into her tiny pink 
anus. Christ, she was just a child ... a baby, and he loved her . .. didn't 
want to see her hurt.. ! 

Then, all of a sudden, his rod was out of his hand and in Angel's! The 
luscious brunette had kneeled back up beside him, grasped his hot pole of 
flesh with one hand while she reached down around Marti Sue's full white 
thigh with the other and was fingering her moistly excited vaginal slit. 

"Now, when I press it open, you push, Baby," she ordered, wedging the tip of 
his swollen cock into the little pink hole of Marti Sue's ass. "Now, Lover, 
shove! Easy! Just get the head in . . .!" 

He gaped, feeling as if he were on a tremendous drunk, unable to handle his 
own prick. He kneed up close and thrust forward, but only enough to pop it 
open, watching its crinkled, flushing oval of flesh gap and expand with the 
beveled, turgid smooth head forcing its way into her. Her full rounded 
buttocks strained before it . . . pulled away, then came back, and he saw 
the rim of his cock-head burst into her with an audible snapping pop .. . 
and she was still pressing back against it, while simultaneously, he 
wondered if she wasn't going to rip his foreskin off! 

"Oh ... oh, Lover! I-I don't know if I can take it! I-It's so big...! It's 
going to split me!" Marti Sue gasped suddenly. 

"You can take it!" Angel told her firmly. "You have to take it ... if you 
don't, you'll hate yourself, Baby! Push back . . . push back and take a 
little more! You hear me, Honey? If you don't take it now, you never will! 
Now, Darling, now, if you want to be a real woman! Push . . . push back, 
Baby!" 

"I-I-I can't! I-I can't! God! It feels like a tree-trunk! Oh ... oh ... it's 
too big! I'm tearing...!" Marti Sue wailed. "Oh .... ooohhhh, no, Reno! Take 
it out! Take it out. . !" 

Reno's brain swirled in a mixture of lust and compassion. God, how he wanted 
to shove it into her, but suddenly the vicious and horrible memory of Cannon 
torturing her in the cave filled his mind and he shook his head as if to rid 
himself of the wicked nightmare. He couldn't do it to her. He couldn't! 
Nothing that would bring her pain .. .! 

Again, Angel grabbed his cock and held it there forceably. "Damnit! Do you 
want to ruin her? If you do, pull it out!" Angel snapped at him. "Go on, 
pull it out if you want an empty little clinging vine the rest of your life! 
But if you want her to be a woman, then, fuck her there . .. now! Right 
there in her asshole the way she begged for it! Fuck her, Reno darling! You 
hear me? Fuck her!" 

For a moment, Reno thought he might blow his mind. His cock ached with 
desire; his brain swam with confusion; his love for both of these beautiful 
girls was too much! In the back of his skull, he knew what Angel said was 
true . . . but Marti Sue was whimpering in her pain . . . 

"I can't!" he exclaimed. "I just can't do it to her . . .!" 

And then, Marti Sue, oblivious to all that was going on around her, said: "A 
... A little more, Lover . . . just a little . .. it's better now . . . Not 
too fast, j-just a little . .." 

Angel smiled up at him, still holding the base of his aching cock, and then 
she kissed him. 

Christ, he thought, what a magnificent wonder she was . . . and he eased his 
heavy prick forward . . . then, drew it back ... eased ahead again,, 
watching it work obscenely in and out of his baby's tiny, widely stretched 
rectum ... In! Out! In! Out ... more, more, more .. . until he couldn't 
stand it any longer, and he thrust some three-inches. She whimpered, but he 
didn't stop, his hips working back and forth even when his cock wasn't 
moving. 

"Give it to her, Lover man," Angel whispered, caressing his balls between 
his thighs where they hung heavily. "It's time now . . . give it to her all 
at once!" 

"Christ.. . she'll scream .. ." 

"I know .. . but she needs it, Baby .. . right now .. . full blast! Please?" 
Angel hissed, still stroking his bloated sac. "Believe me, Darling . . !" 

He nodded once at Angel's lust-incited face, then tensed and rammed his hips 
forward, driving his thick cock deep up into the sucking hot channel of her 
rectum, and she grunted a low, guttural, deep-chested scream that never went 
beyond them .. . trying to slip her knees down and lower her upraised 
buttocks while he held to her hips commandingly. 

"Oh ... oh my God!" Marti Sue wailed finally. "Damn you! You've ripped me . 
. !" 

"No, lover girl," he heard himself say. "I've just given you what you begged 
for! But if you're too chicken to take it, I'll yank it out and give it to 
Angel!" 

The lovely brunette clutched his hand and held tight, smiling up at him and 
nodding. "That'll do it," she whispered. 

"Well?" he demanded. 

"N-No .. . no . . . it'll be all right in a second . .. Darling . . . Not 
too fast now . . . please, my sweet ... I love you . . . love Angel! Easy 
for a minute ... I want it . .. I really do! Oh ... oh God, it . . . it's 
completely filling me, Lover . .. y-you're filling me . . . with . .. with 
your wonderful prick ... I want it there . . . always.. . Move . .. move it 
in and out just a little, Baby . . . just a little! Yes . . . yes . .. 
that's it . . . more now . .. more . . . more . . . more! Oooohhhh . .. 
ooohhhhh, Darling, Darling . . . where's Angle. . ?" 

"I'm here, Baby." 

"Please .. . please come up here ... I want to lick your pussy while our 
darling fucks my ass. . .!" 

Abruptly, Angel was there with her beautiful and voluptuous white thighs 
opened wide apart around her head and face, her silken-black, hair-fringed 
cunt splayed like a delectable but-terflied fillet before her, its sensitive 
pink flesh moist with the passionate heat of her own lust-inspired desire. 
Marti Sue marveled at it, her eyes momentarily fixed on the vibrant tense 
clitoris that seemed as hard and long as Bon Bon's little penis . . . the 
pink flower-petals of her inner-lips seeming to quiver as did the small 
opening of her vagina in its need of sensual pacification. 

She buried her face into it, feeling the warm viscid moisture as she sucked 
at the clitoris and felt Angel's full, rounded hips give themselves up to 
her; then, she laved the entire area with her tiny tongue while the massive 
prick of her lover gently explored her gently clinging rectal passage and 
beyond to the very depths of her belly .. . telling herself it was 
beautiful, even while the unexpected agony ate into her, and Angel's soft 
hands caressed her cheeks and trickled through her hair . .. Forcibly, she 
thrust her tongue up into Angel's hot vagina, tasting its secretions and 
flicking her tongue-tip into the tiny orifice of her urethra . .. knowing 
pleasure there, but nothing behind as Reno continued to saw gently in and 
out of the little hole between her buttocks. 

Of course, it was her own fault. She'd never imagined it could be so painful 
... Angel had always worn such an expression of sheer ecstasy when Reno 
fucked her there . .. and they were both so beautiful . . . she loved them 
so! 

Oh Angel . . . Angel, she thought, enclosing her lips suckingly around the 
raven-haired girl's clitoris and lovingly pulling at it, hearing the sweet 
mewling sounds raise into her throat. Dear God, she could suck her lovely 
cunt all day . . . did that mean she was a lesbian? No .. . no . . . because 
sometimes, Angel sucked and licked her pussy for hours . . . but God knows, 
she was no lesbian. Angel loved a man's cock inside her anywhere, and she 
knew how to make a man love her . . . just as Reno loved her .. . 

Lord, was she getting jealous ... or starting to? Silly . .. only a fool 
would become jealous of their beautiful Angel . . . Ooohhh, there was not 
time to think of such foolishness . . . not when such excitement was 
beginning to ferment in her belly, she thought, as she began to lick and 
suck feverishly at Angel's cunt. 

She could feel Reno's heavy prick soaring into the never-before entered 
passage between her buttocks vigorously. Something wildly sensational was 
starting to grasp hold of her. At first, it'd been a matter of enduring the 
pain, but now the torment she'd brought upon herself and sworn to bear was 
reaching a startling new point. Lewd galvanic tingles were rippling through 
her loins . . . and . . . and there was a certain masochistic pleasure in 
bending before her lover like some kind of slave-whore and let him take her 
this way! There were still traces of pain as his massive cock raced deep up 
into her anal channel, but there was pleasure, too, a combination of both . 
. . pain and pleasure . .. and suddenly, she could feel his gentle fingers 
playing in her cunt . . . tweaking her clitoris in overwhelming delight .. . 
like a true lover would! Oh ... oh God, she'd cum this way! She would! She 
loved him . . . loved Angel . . . loved the whole world! 

"Lover . . . Lover! Fuck me there! Fuck me hard, Darling!" she gasped. "Fuck 
my ass, Darling, while I suck our Angel's cunt!" 

Reno couldn't hold back his raging urge any longer. His cock and balls felt 
as if imps had been jabbing their evil forks in them. Fuck, he thought, this 
hadn't been his program, they'd poured it on him, both of them, and now he 
was going damned near out of his skull. Here his prick was lunging right up 
his delectable Marti Sue's ass . .. and he had only to look at that sight to 
make his balls feel as if they were about to turn inside-out. But as a 
topper to that salacious spectacle, there was Angel lying back with her 
thighs licentiously spread open before Marti Sue's sucking mouth like some 
kind of goddess ... which she was, damn her, and he loved her for it, but 
goddamn ... he was going to lose his simple wits if he didn't cum soon . . ! 

Already, the sweat was streaming from his brow down onto his cheeks as he 
fucked his heavy prick into the obscenely stretched hole of Marti Sue's 
widely stretched rectal passage. He stared down at the lasciviously clinging 
entrance, pulling her round spherical buttocks apart suddenly so that he 
could see the ridges of pink flesh that pulled out and clung to his thick, 
pulsating cock when he extracted it, disappearing again when he rammed it 
forward. He did it several times with vigor, feeling his heavy bloated balls 
slapping into the split of her pink cunt with the force of his thrust, his 
finger-tips reaching between her cuntlips to continually tease and taunt her 
a wildly throbbing clitoris. 

He knew he couldn't go much longer. His balls were ready to spill with all 
the enchanting pleasure they possessed. Her warm sucking anal channel was 
extracting the very marrow from his loins. He levered up behind her and 
thrust his prick deep, tearing the soft white ass-cheeks apart with his 
hands and letting them flatten back against his pelvis and thighs by her own 
will while he plunged into her fiercely . . . all thought of gentleness long 
gone. 

Angel knew. They were both ready. She'd cum three times under the erotic 
thrill of Marti Sue's tongue. Who wouldn't, she thought; who wouldn't! And 
Marti Sue ... she'd eat cunt, cock, or jelly-roll right at that point! Angel 
had never seen her so hot. She was ready; her beautiful eyes were glazed 
beyond reason! 

"Oh ... ooohhh, Darling!" the sweating blonde lovely cried out. "Now . .. 
now, Lover! I-I'm going to . . . I'm going to cummmm . .. cuuummmmm!" 

Angel quickly slithered away to help where she could. She wanted it to be 
beautiful, but there was nothing she could do for Reno who was thrusting his 
heavy cock madly into her baby. He had his . . . she just wanted to be 
certain that Marti Sue had hers, and she reached between the lovely blonde's 
warm soft thighs to caress her clitoris at the timely second of Reno's 
climatic grunting thrust, his eyes revolving wildly in his head as he shot 
his powerful load up into her wanting rectum . .. then, her luscious darling 
began to convulse! God! They were cumming off beautifully! It was sometime 
later, while Angel sat at the foot of the bed nursing Bon Bon, with Reno and 
Marti Sue laying relaxed and watching, that the handsome young man felt the 
strength ebbing back into his spent body. 

"You know," he said sarcastically, glancing from one to the other of his 
contented mates, "if you lovely chicks intend for this stud to continue his 
husbandly duties in the usual robust manner you've become accustomed to, 
it's suggested that you feed him now and then." 

Angel smiled impishly, then cupped her free, full breast, lifting its 
milk-filled loveliness in presentation to him. "Come right ahead, Lover," 
she teased. "Don't be shy. They say there's nothing like mother's milk for 
strength, you know." 

"Damn, I might consider it . .. if I wasn't afraid what it might lead to," 
he said, breaking into a slight grin. 

Marti Sue tittered, then rolled toward him, spreading her full white thighs 
in a cute little lewd gesture. "This is what it would lead to, Darling," she 
said, ". . . your desert." 

Reno laughed outright, drawing her to him and kissing her. "Now what put 
that nasty thought in your pretty head?" he asked, caressing one of her firm 
young breasts lovingly. 

"I just had a vision," she whispered, wild scintilating lights beginning to 
dance in her lovely blue eyes. 

"Oh no!" he gasped, rolling onto his back in pretended exhaustion. "One more 
vision and I'm going to start having hallucinations!" 

But then she was suggestively on top of him, straddling his hips and bending 
down to kiss his receptive mouth, her enchanting full breasts flattening 
hotly against his chest, and from where Angel sat with the tiny warm mouth 
sucking hungrily at her breast, she had a spectacular view of the inspiring 
performance that was obviously about to begin. She smiled happily to 
herself, clutching her Bon Bon protec- tively to her. She'd never dreamed 
she could love two people so much, she thought ... it was going to be a 
beautiful triad marriage . . . and as she watched their husband's husky 
member begin to respond uncontrollably, she wondered how she was going to 
work herself into their little love game . . . and then she, too, had a 
vision . . . 


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