A Strange Appetite
by Blake Simmons 


FOREWORD 

The science of the mind is a very new field of human endeavor, and like all 
fledgling branches of research, psychiatry has a long way to go before it 
can really be considered all-encompassing or complete, a fact readily 
admitted by all competent practitioners in the field. Nevertheless, since 
the days of Freud and other early experimenters, so much has been learned 
about mental illness that emotional disturbances which were once chronic and 
incurable are now well within the competence of an ordinary trained 
psychiatrist. It must be granted, of course that insane asylums are still 
full, but despite the vast growth in the population of the United States 
over the past half century, it is today a verifiable statistic that there 
are today fewer patients in mental institutions than there were in the 
period prior to the Second World War. 

Once upon a time, an emotional disorder was looked upon as a curse from the 
gods, or possession by the devil, and the disturbed person was shunned by 
society. Thanks to improved public information, this is fortunately no 
longer the case. We are all familiar with the examples of former mental 
patients who have been cured of their problems and have returned to live 
useful, productive lives with their friends and families. By and large, 
these people are accepted and welcomed back into the community and the 
stigma of insanity, at least among intelligent people, is gone. 

Another equally serious problem, however, has taken its place. Where people 
were once uneducated and superstitious about emotional disorders and 
psychiatry, there is now a distinct tendency for everyone to become his own 
practicing psychiatrist. Men who know nothing about motors will usually not 
attempt to replace a damaged piston and no one but a physician would perform 
heart surgery on his friends. But in the field of psychiatry, everyone has 
now become an expert, conducting experiments and therapy on friends and 
family alike. It seems impossible for a woman's magazine to appear on the 
news stands without some superficial analysis of an emotional problem, 
particularly sexually oriented ones like frigidity and nymphomania. Students 
in high school take survey courses in psychology and go home to diagnose 
their parents; nearly everyone who has ever scanned a book on the subject 
believes himself competent to distinguish between schizophrenics and 
manic-depressives. 

There is no denying that this extensive public information has been useful 
in clearing away the cobwebs from an important subject, but it has also 
frequently led to incalculably harm whenever amateurs have tried to take 
into their own inexpert hands matters which should be treated by a 
professional psychiatrist. In his lengthy research experiences with 
physicians and psychoanalysts, Blake Simmons, author of this valuable and 
timely book, has often had the unpleasant experience of watching his 
subjects trying to pick up the psychic pieces of a shattered mind after some 
well-meaning but foolish amateur had tried his hand at "home remedy" 
psychology. 

Furthermore, Mr. Simmons has found that a frightening percentage of 
emotional disturbances are sexual in either origin or manifestation, and our 
author believes that this is one of the most sensitive areas in the entire 
field of psychotherapy. According to the author, the family, friends and 
lovers of the disturbed person frequently try to "help" the patient with 
some improvised and ill-considered therapy which can often have the effect 
of changing what is basically a minor and easily curable ailment into a 
full-fledged psychosis. 

At the request of the Publishers, Mr. Simmons has chosen one case from his 
extensive research files which he feels is representative of this serious 
problem. Linda Powell, the heroine of this absorbing novel, has a minor 
emotional disturbance which renders her unable to react normally to her 
husband's sexual approaches. A good psychiatrist could have cured Linda's 
problem in a few months and restored her to her husband a loving, 
affectionate wife. Unfortunately, as this compelling and revealing novel 
unfolds, we see that she is in the hands of a group of self-appointed 
experts who proceed to try to "shock" her into a normal sex life with 
horrifying results for all concerned. Inevitably the end result is 
substantially worse than the initial problem and the closing pages of this 
dramatic novel present us with the horrifying spectacle of a broken, 
shattered woman who is now, perhaps, beyond the reach of science. 

The Publishers 

 CHAPTER ONE 

From the ground you can barely see them, but shading your eyes against the 
brightness of the sun and squinting, you can just make out that the moving 
objects on the high beam thirteen stories above the street are men, two of 
them to be precise. If you have exceptionally good vision, you can see that 
the beam is about a foot and a half wide, and that the two men are strolling 
along it and discussing something, just as casually as if this metallic 
girder were a garden path on a Sunday morning. Are they construction 
workers? Strain your eyes! No, both men are wearing ordinary slacks and 
white shirts open at the throat which means they must be executives of some 
kind, surveying the progress on the job. But whoever they are, one thing is 
clear. Neither one of them has a problem with his nerves. 

These are obviously people who have grown accustomed to working without a 
net, as Hemingway would have expressed it. You wonder if their personal 
lives are the same way, if they walk the high beam all day and all night 
inside their heads, ignoring risks, accepting danger calmly? What kind of 
men are these? 

But the sun is too bright and your gaze drops thirteen stories to the street 
level and you study a sign which announces that this building is being 
erected by the Williams Construction Company. Vaguely, you remember reading 
in the Wall Street Journal that Williams is the leading firm of its kind on 
the coast, and you consider the possibility of buying some of their stock 
the next time you visit your broker. Who knows? A company with men like 
that. . . * * * The sun was really getting hot and Tim Powell tilted his 
hard-hat down over his forehead and leaned against an upright girder as if 
he were suddenly tired. It was an unusual, out-of-character gesture for the 
big man, since he normally radiated the kind of effortless, indomitable 
energy which seemed to have no limits. Powell's legendary drive and 
persistence had taken him off the high beams as a young construction worker 
ten years ago and led him to form an engineering consulting firm with his 
partner Jack Henderson. In those days, neither man had known much about 
engineering, really, but Jack had had a fantastic ability even then to 
master the main elements of a construction problem quickly and devise a 
solution. Once the answer had been found, Tim Powell's aggressive drive and 
forcefulness came into full play and the answer was translated into reality. 

Now they were back on the high beams again a decade later, balancing in the 
sky effortlessly and fearlessly, the way they had done it as teenagers 
together when they had both gotten their first jobs as metal workers. But a 
lot had changed in ten years: Today, Henderson and Powell were the two most 
highly paid construction trouble-shooters in California, a state which has 
many troubles and an even greater number of people trying to shoot them. And 
these two were the very best, despite the fact that they competed in a field 
overcrowded with doctorates in engineering and that neither one of them had 
ever been inside a college. 

"It's an engineering problem, just like any other one," Tim Powell was 
asserting, but there was an unusual hesitation in his voice which implied 
that, for once, he was afraid he might be wrong. 

"I agree one hundred percent," replied Henderson, a smaller man than Tim but 
wiry and quick in his movements. "But Linda is not a building, old friend, 
she's an honest-to-goodness flesh and blood woman, and when your materials 
change, your technique has got to change, too." 

"All right, professor, sock it to me, as the kids say. I've got a twenty-two 
year old wife who's frigid and there's our raw material. What do we do about 
it?" 

"Now the first thing to do is to get our analysis of the problem straight. 
I've been reading this book on psychology, and I don't think for a minute 
that Linda is really frigid ..." 

"You should get into bed with her," challenged Tim quickly, not the 
slightest embarrassed about discussing such a personal subject with a friend 
as old and reliable as Jack Henderson. "Whenever I try to touch her, she 
turns into a block of ice. She tries not to, I know, because I'm convinced 
that she really loves me, but it's something she just can't help. Maybe I 
ought to take her to see a doctor ..." 

Jack considered the idea, sitting casually down on the high beam with his 
legs dangling free on both sides while he ignited a cigarette, expertly 
turning his head into the wind as he struck the match so that the flame 
would be blown directly back into the tobacco. His mobile, intelligent face 
showed clearly that he was thinking hard, as he always did when confronted 
with a problem. Tim Powell, a big handsome man with deep blue eyes, watched 
him expectantly. 

"I would say that's precisely what you shouldn't do," Jack Henderson 
counseled. "First thing, these guys cost a fortune. I know you can afford 
it, but a shrink out here on the coast can run you five thousand bucks 
easily in the course of a year, and once those leeches get their hands on a 
live one like you, they won't let go while you've got a dollar in the bank. 
Linda'll turn into one of those standard California matrons who can't open a 
can of beans without checking with their shrink first." 

"I know the type," Tim conceded gloomily, running his big sun-burned hand 
through a wild shock of blonde hair. "All too well, but I'm only 
thirty-three, Jack, and that's too young to give up my sex life. Besides I'm 
in love with Linda and I want us to be happy together in the way that men 
and women were made to be happy." 

"Okay, okay," the thin, black-haired man tried to calm his nervous, unhappy 
friend. "We'll work something out, just let me think a little. By the way, 
if things get too bad, you know you can always stop over and spend some time 
with Giovanna. I mean, that's a hell of an offer for a dutiful husband to 
make, but the three of us were together for so long, you, me and Giovanna, 
that it seems stupid to get prudish just because we're all married now. I 
know the relationship the three of us had in the old days would never have 
won the Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval, but it was great while it lasted 
and Giovanna and I are still the best friends you've got." 

The two men looked at each other for a long moment, each remembering the 
time five years before when they had decided that their partnership needed a 
secretary, someone smart and flexible who could travel out of town with them 
on jobs and put up with their swearing and drinking. After interviewing a 
number of applicants, they had just about decided upon a young man for the 
job when Giovanna had put in her bid for the position. They had taken one 
look at this curvaceous Latin beauty and hired her on the spot without even 
thinking to ask whether or not she could type! 

"Yeah, we had some great times together, the three of us. There's nothing 
frigid about Giovanna," commented Tim pensively. 

Powell had good reason to be certain about the matter, despite the fact that 
the fiery black-haired Italian girl was now Mrs. John Henderson. At first, 
Giovanna had been a cause of tension between the two friends and they had 
competed for her favors, once coming to the point of breaking up their 
partnership over her. Then, to their mutual delight, they had discovered 
that Giovanna was a very modern girl indeed, and had no intention whatsoever 
of choosing between them. She had chosen them both, simultaneously if they 
liked, and the three of them had fallen into a close-knit team, spending 
their days and nights together. Tim Powell had had many a good time in 
Giovanna's bed, and he thought of their three-sided sex life together 
nostalgically in the light of his present frustration with his wife Linda. 

"Giovanna's a great girl," agreed Jack, fondly thinking of the girl he had 
shared with his friend for so long. "Of course, the two of us have gotten 
much closer since you married Linda and moved out, but I know she still 
thinks about you a lot and misses you in bed. We threw jealousy out the 
window a long time ago between the three of us and I know you'd be welcome 
if you ever decided to stop by for an evening's entertainment. By the way, 
did you ever tell Linda about the uh . . . arrangement you and I had with 
Giovanna?" 

"Hell no, it would blow her mind!" retorted Tim explosively, "and I don't 
think it would help matters if she knew I'd been involved in something as 
wild as that. It would be a real shock to her." 

"Well, that's exactly what I've been reading about in this book," continued 
Jack, tossing his cigarette over the side and watching carelessly as the 
butt floated thirteen stories to the street below. "This book says that the 
proper cure for frigidity among women is often a real shock of some kind. 
Maybe we should stage something really wild and - like you said - completely 
blow her mind. I don't know, an orgy or something. The three of us used to 
do some pretty screwy things together ..." 

"Hell, I don't know, Jack, maybe you're right. One thing's for sure, we 
can't go on like this anymore. I'm so horny I can't stand up straight and 
there's a tension in the house that makes it tough to go home at night. This 
frigidity thing is hanging between us like a corpse!" 

"All right, where's that old go-getter spirit? 

Come on, Tim, let's go down and have a beer and come up with some kind of a 
plan. Like you said, it's an engineering problem, and you and I are the two 
best self-taught engineers in California." 

"Yeah, I could use a beer, but before we go down, what do you think of 
Mister William's problem here? I've formed my ideas, but what do you think 
is causing this bunch to fall behind schedule?" 

"Uh? Oh, the building? Obvious, buddy, the foreman's too old to get up here 
where the action is and while he plants his ass in the shade all day, these 
young kids are putting everything in backwards. Also, they're loading the 
girders from the back and then bringing them over the top of the high rise, 
which is taking them twice as long. What do you think we ought to 
recommend?" 

"No problem," snapped Tim, his usual aggressive assertiveness now suddenly 
returned. "First we tell Williams to get a new foreman if he wants to get 
this job up before the winter sets in. The old timer's a nice guy, but he 
hasn't got what it takes anymore, so he's got to go. Then they can plant a 
derrick in the street and get the beams right up the front and into place." 

"But that'll block the street," protested Jack Henderson, thinking of the 
traffic jams which would result from an enormous derrick sitting in the 
street in front of the half-finished building. 

"When the city hires us to worry about its traffic problems, we'll recommend 
that they move the derrick around the back again," Tim grinned. "Until then, 
it's their problem, not ours. Come on, let's get that beer." * * * "So 
that's the story, Giovanna. I'm sorry to have bent your ear all afternoon 
with my troubles, but you've known Tim so much longer than I have that I 
thought you might have some advice ... I don't know ... I guess I just felt 
like crying on someone's shoulder for awhile." 

The two women in the living room were as different in physical appearance as 
any two human beings could be, but an experienced observer of the female sex 
would have difficulty deciding which of the two was more sensuous and more 
likely to be really fun in bed. Looking at Giovanna, one would immediately 
conclude from her olive skin and long tapered high-breasted body that this 
was a true daughter of the Mediterranean Sea, warm, sultry, inviting, and 
just a little dangerous. One would guess from her dark smoldering eyes that 
she was the owner of a deeply passionate nature, a woman capable of 
torturing a man to death with lust or surrendering herself to him instantly 
on the basis of a whim or passing fancy. 

One would be right. Giovanna was all of these things, and more. A veteran of 
several stormy love affairs by the time she turned twenty-one, the Italian 
girl had a highly developed taste for strong, intelligently masculine men, 
and when she had first met John Henderson and Tim Powell, it had been like a 
dream come true. Powell had the fire, the aggressiveness, the impulsiveness 
she was looking for, and he made love like a madman, so violently that she 
was frequently covered with bruises after a night in his bed. Jack 
Henderson, on the other hand, had the slender tawny kind of body which 
delighted her, and he used it with all the intelligence in him, constantly 
coming up with new tricks and games to delight her senses. The two men 
complemented each other perfectly, and with the best will in the world, 
Giovanna could not have made up her mind which one of them she preferred. 
Fortunately, the two men were as open-minded as she was and an ugly decision 
had not been forced upon her. For five glorious years, they had shared her 
like some prized possession, taking turns pleasing her in all the way two 
talented resourceful men could please a woman. Inevitably, of course, it had 
to come to an end someday. Tim Powell had gone on a long assignment alone to 
the East Coast and fallen in love with this very young girl, Linda. He had 
come home alone and discussed it with his friends, and they had urged him to 
do what he felt he had to. Powell had flown back to New York the following 
day and proposed to Linda. 

Jack Henderson had been the best man; Giovanna, the bridesmaid. 

"Oh honey, it does a person good to talk these things out," Giovanna 
reassured the unhappy young wife, reaching out sympathetically and taking 
her by the hand. "I'm sure we'll be able to think of something." 

Giovanna was a generous woman, and could not have found it in her heart to 
bear any resentment against Linda for having broken up the marvelous life 
she had been leading with her two men. She had married Jack Henderson a few 
months after the Powells became man and wife, and, after all, society simply 
did not permit one woman to have two husbands, no matter how lusty she was. 
She had no reason to be discontent, although she missed Tim's rough 
enthusiastic energy some nights. But that was hardly Linda's fault! The poor 
girl obviously knew nothing of Tim's past life, and if Tim had not seen fit 
to tell his own wife then neither would she. 

"I've tried, you know," the young blonde-haired woman was continuing in a 
pleading desperate tone. "A few nights ago I got just as drunk as an owl in 
the afternoon waiting for him to come home. I greeted him at the door and 
dinner was all ready with wine and candles and after desert I let him take 
me off into the bedroom ..." 

"Well?" demanded Giovanna, feeling a little excited herself by the 
description of this scene. 

"Well, nothing," Linda confessed despondently. "We got into bed and it was 
the same old story all over again. The moment I saw him naked, I got 
frightened again, and it was all he could do to get my legs apart. . . I'm 
sorry, that was a vulgar thing to say, but that about describes it. I guess 
I'm just as frigid as an iceberg." 

From looking at Linda, one would never have guessed that she could have any 
reason to issue this stern verdict against herself, since she did not look 
the slightest bit frigid. The new Mrs. Powell was of Nordic stock, the 
classic tall statuesque blonde with heavy lust-inciting breasts which swayed 
provocatively as she moved, and long finely tapered legs which aroused 
interested stares from men on the street and envious looks from women. Linda 
did not like to expose any part of her body in public, but Tim had insisted 
that she dress in keeping with the current fashions, which in California in 
the summer meant short, short miniskirts or hot-pants and a halter, and this 
kind of clothing showed off her long elegant body to perfection. 

As they talked, Giovanna was studying the young girl's luxurious form a 
little bit jealously. She herself had nothing to be ashamed of in that 
department, she knew perfectly well, since her breasts were taut and perky 
and her hips were rounded and lush. But then Linda was something else again. 
The young blonde's breasts were extravagantly large, and yet they showed no 
tendency to droop. Most big-breasted women had big buttocks to match, but 
Linda's body was as slim and as well formed as a showgirl's, something she 
could easily have become if she had wanted to. The girl is a knock-out, 
thought Giovanna a little sadly, and she can't even get laid properly! What 
a tragedy! With her looks, she ought to be a million dollars in bed, and 
poor Tim can't get her turned on! 

"Honey, let me ask you some questions. Do you mind if I get a little 
personal?" 

"No, of course not, Giovanna. I mean, it was me who started all this dirty 
talk . .. ask me anything you want." 

"I don't think it's dirty talk," the Italian woman corrected her younger 
friend. "Sex for me is as natural as breathing. Maybe that's part of your 
problem, Linda. Making love to your own husband isn't the slightest bit 
dirty, and it's up to every wife to learn how to do it so that she keeps her 
man happy. You've got one hell of a great husband there and it would be a 
real shame if you lost him because you couldn't satisfy him in bed." As she 
spoke, Giovanna could not help but reflect that if Linda and Tim ever broke 
up, Tim would probably come back to her and the three of them could resume 
their happy sexual life together. In fact, when the Powells had gotten 
married, she had privately hoped that Linda would turn out to be a real 
swinger so that the four of them could enter into some kind of swapping 
arrangement, but she had been destined to be disappointed in this. Loyally, 
she was now doing her best to help, and trying hard not to think of her own 
desires. 

"That's just what I'm afraid of," sobbed Linda, now showing signs of 
breaking down with grief. "Tim is a very loyal man and I don't think he's 
looked at another woman in the year we've been married, but I can't ask him 
to go on like this forever. I suppose I shouldn't be telling another woman 
this, but he's . . . how should I say it? . . . Tim is a very virile man and 
his physical needs are pretty terrific. I had no idea married people did it 
as often as Tim seems to want it. Why, if he had his way, we'd be in bed at 
least once a day!" 

If he had his way, you'd be flat on your back about three times a day, 
thought Giovanna darkly. Baby, have you got a lot to learn about your own 
husband! 

"Well, look, Linda, tell me this: does it hurt when he makes love to you? 
Maybe this is a medical problem. You could see a doctor or something." 

The young bride blushed wildly, but it was clear that she earnestly wanted 
some useful advice and so she took a deep breath and made an honest stab at 
answering Giovanna's direct question. 

"Sort of, I guess. This gets us into one of the things I wanted to ask you 
about." 

"Shoot, kid," snapped the older woman. "This girl is hard to embarrass." 

"Well, I was a virgin when I got married, and I've never been with any other 
man except Tim, and so it's hard for me to make comparisons, but I have the 
feeling that he's a little bit bigger down there, if you know what I mean." 

Giovanna knew exactly what she meant. Tim was perfectly monstrous and the 
lusty Italian girl failed to suppress a sigh as she recalled the last time 
they had been in bed together. With Tim Powell inside of you, you knew you 
were being screwed, and there were no two ways about it. He was heavenly! 
But she had to guard against seeming too well informed on the subject. 

"What makes you think he's too big, Linda?" she asked gently, watching the 
girl's face turn from pink to a deep red as her blush deepened. 

"Well, this is so embarrassing but once I measured him with my hand while we 
were in bed and he was . . . you know ... all stiff and hard. I read an 
article which said that a normal man was about six inches long, and Tim is 
closer to nine! And when he comes into me, I feel as if he's going to tear 
me into little pieces. You have no idea what it's like." 

So that's it! The girl was probably hurt the first couple of times that they 
made love because she was a virgin and Tim really is a little bit too big 
for a girl to start with. Now every time he comes near her, she's afraid of 
being hurt again. This gets her all tense and nervous when he does come into 
her, she's too tight to relax and enjoy herself. The poor kid! But what do 
we do about it? 

"Now listen, Linda, maybe I can give you some good advice," Giovanna began, 
but her words were interrupted by the sound of her husband's big convertible 
pulling into the driveway. 

"Oh, here are the men!" Linda cried out in alarm. "What shall we say? How 
can I explain why I'm here?" 

"Don't be ridiculous, Linda! Tim and Jack and I have been close friends for 
five years now and I was your bride's maid, remember? It's high time you and 
I got to know each other better. We'll just say you came over for a little 
girl-talk. We don't have to say what we were talking about and they can't 
tell just from looking at your face, even though you are wearing the most 
beautiful blush I've ever seen!" 

"But why is Tim here?" the unhappy young wife wailed. "I was expecting him 
home for dinner and I haven't got a thing ready to give him!" 

"Well then, just be glad he stopped here instead of going straight home. He 
probably wants to have a drink with Jack and talk over some business. Don't 
be worried, he isn't going to eat you," although it would be a good way to 
start, she thought obscenely as she walked to the door to greet the two men. 

Jack Henderson and Tim Powell were deep in conversation as they entered, and 
Tim looked up in surprise as he saw his young blonde wife sitting primly and 
uncomfortably on the Henderson's living room couch. There was a moment of 
awkward greetings and confused explanations. 

"I was just leaving," stammered Linda nervously, somehow afraid that they 
could all tell merely by looking at her that she and Giovanna had been 
discussing her sexual problems. Her cheeks were a brighter shade of red than 
ever, and she blushed her way out to her car while Tim lamely explained that 
he had stopped by to check some construction plans with Jack and promised to 
be home in a few hours for dinner. 

When Linda's Volkswagen sputtered off down the road toward the Powells' home 
a few blocks away, the two men collapsed into chairs while Giovanna made 
haste to fix them drinks as she had done so often in the past. 

"Golly, you boys look beat!" she commented sympathetically. "What's the 
problem?" 

"Ah hell, Giovanna, you know as well as we do what the problem is," grumbled 
Tim petulantly as he gratefully sipped his drink. "And from the look of 
Linda's face when she buzzed out of here, I'd guess that the two of you 
spent the afternoon talking about the same thing Jack and I have been 
discussing all day: my sex life, if you can call it that." 

"Oh, she's such a nice kid, Tim," sympathized Giovanna sincerely. "I mean, 
she's a whole lot different from me in just about every way I can think of, 
but she's just a little mixed up when it comes to lovemaking. You do have a 
problem." 

"Well, what did she have to say?" demanded Tim, a little angry that his wife 
had taken it into her head to discuss their intimate bedroom problems with 
Giovanna. 

"It took her all afternoon to come to the point," explained the fiery 
Italian woman with great sincerity, "Poor kid! She even had me blushing 
before she finally got it out. She's desperately unhappy that she can't make 
a better wife for you and she came to ask my advice." 

"It's none of my business, I suppose," snapped Powell testily, "but may I 
ask what advice you gave her?" 

"Ah, come on, Tim," complained Jack Henderson gently. "You're being too hard 
on yourself and everybody else. We all know there's nothing wrong with you, 
particularly Giovanna, who knows it from very personal experience. We're 
just trying to help." 

"Sorry folks, but this problem is getting me down. What did you tell her, 
Giovanna?" 

"Tim, I didn't really have time to tell her anything. By the time she 
finally got around to the subject, you two were walking in the door, and she 
got scared and ran for it. Honestly, though, I don't know what I would have 
said if you hadn't come. What do you do about things like this? Maybe she's 
the normal one and the three of us are sex fiends! After all, there can't be 
too many people who've gotten into the kind of arrangement we had for those 
five beautiful years. As far as sex is concerned, we're in the big leagues 
and she's having trouble breaking into the minors. I don't know what to 
say." 

"It's probably incurable," grumbled Tim in despair. "Once a gal gets off to 
a bad start, she'll probably stay an iceberg for the rest of her life. There 
isn't much of anything we can do about it." 

"Not so fast," commented Jack Henderson slowly, flipping the pages of a 
thick serious looking book he was holding in his hands. "I just may have a 
little idea." 

Chapter TWO 

"All right, shoot," commanded Tim, looking at his old friend confidently. 
Somehow in the pinch, Jack Henderson always managed to come up with a bright 
idea which saved the day. This was the toughest problem the two of them had 
ever come up against, and psychology was a long way out of their line, but 
they had not known much about engineering either when they started, and they 
had licked that field as well. Who could tell? As far as problem solving was 
concerned, they had an unbroken record of success to date and maybe they 
were right when they said that this was basically just a problem of 
engineering. 

"Let me read you something from this book," Henderson was saying, thumbing 
through the pages of the scholarly, impressive looking textbook he had been 
holding. "The passage I was thinking about ought to be . . . uh . . . here 
it is! I quote - According to studies made at the University of Vienna, 
frigidity in females can best be countered by the administration of profound 
psychic shock or trauma, a process which reverses longstanding repressive 
tendencies within the patient's Id or subconscious, and encourages the 
stimulation and growth of new emotive attitudes and behavioral traits, 
particularly in the patient's view of sexuality and reproductive factors. 
End of quote." 

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" demanded Giovanna, a confused 
expression on , her dark, pretty face. "You mean we should find some loose 
wires and give poor Linda a couple of shocks?" 

"It's a good thing you're an expert in bed," Jack kidded his wife 
scornfully. "Because, baby, you'd never make it on brains alone. No, 
obviously, what the guy is talking about here is some kind of psychological 
shock. We've got to think up a situation where Linda gets the surprise of 
her life, something that really jars her. It's a little like saying - Boo! - 
to someone with the hiccups, right? Must be exactly the same principle." 

"Hey, where'd you get that book," asked Tim, interested and enthusiastic now 
that someone was finally suggesting a direct method of attacking the 
problem. Tim Powell was first and foremost a man of action. If a good 
healthy shock was what was required, then the two of them could devise 
something suitable. This was getting to seem more like an everyday 
engineering problem by the minute. 

"I found it at a used book sale," explained Jack honestly. "Cost thirty-five 
cents and it's got loads of valuable information in it. If we took Linda to 
a shrink, it would cost you a small fortune to get the same information!" 

"I'm for it!" enthused Tim, standing up and pacing back and forth. "What 
kind of a shock would we . . . suppose you call her up and announce that 
I've fallen off a building and gotten killed?" 

"Look, Tim, I don't think that's the kind of shock the author is talking 
about here. Linda's problem is sexual, right? Then the shock should be 
sexual as well. Now listen, I've got an idea. It's a little rough, but it 
just might do the trick." 

"What is it?" pleaded Tim, now beside himself with curiosity. "We're all 
ears." 

"Okay, now Linda knows nothing about the fact that the two of us used to 
sleep regularly with Giovanna before we got married, right? Now what we've 
got to do is set up a situation in which Linda walks in unexpectedly and 
finds the two of you in bed screwing. That should be enough of a shock in 
itself, but to really put the pressure on, I'll just happen to stroll in and 
pretend to be furious about being deceived by my wife and my best friend and 
I'll demand the right to take Linda to bed. She'll expect you to say no, but 
you'll tell me to go ahead and I'll make love to her. Then we'll tell her 
that it was all a charade and all four of us will jump into bed together and 
do any wild thing that comes into our minds. This should absolutely blow 
holes in her head and I bet before the evening is over whatever's wrong with 
her now will be set right. It can't fail!" 

A moment of silence passed over the group as they all considered this 
violently unusual proposal. Tim found himself experiencing a series of mixed 
emotions. A tiny part of him was jealous and selfish, wanting to keep his 
beautiful new young wife all to himself, no matter how lousy she had turned 
out to be as a bed-mate, and the idea of cruelly handing her over to his 
business partner was not particularly appealing. On the other hand, the 
thought of getting back in bed with Giovanna was very appealing and he could 
feel an immediate twitching in his pants as his poor, unsatisfied penis 
voted "yes!" for the idea. But still he had promised himself when he married 
Linda that his days of running around were over. He and Jack had had some 
great times with Giovanna, but there comes a time in a man's life when he 
wants to settle down and behave like a normal civilized human being. 

Giovanna thought the idea was brilliant, as Jack's ideas normally were. She 
had been trying to come up with a way to get the four of them into the same 
bed at the same time for a year now and this seemed to be the answer to her 
prayers. If only Linda could lose her inhibitions, the four of them could 
have the time of their lives and this might be the ideal way to get the ball 
rolling. 

"Golly," Powell finally managed to mutter, a little staggered by this 
astonishing proposal. "That'll take some thinking about, won't it?" 

"Sure it will," Jack agreed affably. "Look, why don't the two of you kick it 
around for a few minutes while I run down to the office and get those plans 
we're supposed to be looking over for tomorrow's job. When I get back, we'll 
have a drink over it. Of course this isn't the kind of thing we want to rush 
into without giving it a lot of very serious consideration." 

Tim Powell sprawled on the couch in his usual careless manner, a tight 
worried expression on his face as he watched his partner thrust some papers 
into a briefcase and head for the door. He realized quite clearly that Jack 
was making himself scarce to give him some time alone with Giovanna in case 
he felt like getting rid of some of his tensions in the good old-fashioned 
non-psychiatric method, and it was also obvious that the dark haired Italian 
woman had the same idea. 

And for a few moments, he felt almost nervous at the thought. Naturally, in 
the course of their five years together, he and Giovanna had been to bed 
hundreds or thousands of times, doing almost everything that two (or 
sometimes three) people could do to each other on a mattress, but it had 
been a full year since he had touched her for the last time, and the trouble 
shooter had fully adjusted himself to the idea that they were now just good 
friends and no longer lovers. But at the moment, at least from the look of 
things, all that was changing again. 

"What's the matter, honey?" Giovanna kidded him gently, rising seductively 
to her part, "You look like the town minister accidentally backed into a 
corner with the local lady of shame! We're old friends, remember?" 

"Yeah, sure I remember, Giovanna," he stammered, watching her lithe 
voluptuous figure as she swayed across the room toward him, her soft 
yielding breasts swaying provocatively with every step. "Some things you 
don't forget and I'm not the slightest bit absent-minded." 

"Then relax, baby," she soothed him, dropping down onto the couch beside him 
on her bare knees and running her fingers through his blond hair. 
"Everything's going to be all right as far as Linda is concerned. I'm sure 
of it! Have you ever known Jack to be wrong before?" 

"No, no," he admitted. "Jack's always right on the target where engineering 
and trouble-shooting is concerned, but this is different somehow . . . I'm a 
little worried. Suppose she runs for the door and demands a divorce?" 

"She won't, baby, the girl really loves you and wants to make you happy. 
Once she realizes that what we've done is for her own good, she'll be 
grateful!" 

"I hope so, because things can't go on the way they are!" 

"Of course they can't, baby, you're a healthy young man with a very healthy 
sexual appetite and you need a woman who can take care of you... I remember 
when you were my responsibility as far as that sort of thing was concerned." 

Tim glanced up at the dark skinned woman who crouched next to him on the 
couch, trying to decide what to do. Powell was basically a man without the 
slightest semblance of sexual morality and anything went with him as long as 
no one got hurt, but he was also a great believer in fairness, and it just 
did not seem fair for him to be making love to Giovanna while his poor 
tortured wife was home cooking him dinner. 

But there was always another side to the situation and Tim felt his equally 
tortured unsatisfied cock jerking around frantically in his pants, begging 
him not to pass up this opportunity. After all, urged the voice of 
temptation in the back of his head, Linda's never given you what you need, 
and Giovanna's an old hand at turning you on. If Jack doesn't mind and Linda 
doesn't know, what difference could there possibly be? 

Giovanna understood exactly what was running through the young husband's 
mind, but she was determined not to let up on the pressure even for a 
minute. Had she never known the joys of being loved by two men 
simultaneously, she probably would have been perfectly happy living with 
just one, especially since Jack Henderson was an expert and tireless lover. 
But unfortunately in the five years she had spent with this team of 
construction trouble-shooters, the highly sexed Italian girl had gotten 
accustomed to more exciting things, and in the year since Powell had gotten 
married, she had found herself longing for the good old days. 

Now there was a chance of getting the old act going again, and Giovanna was 
determined not to let the opportunity pass. She had not planned on getting 
into the business of seducing men tonight or she would have dressed for the 
occasion, but to Tim's hungering eyes, she looked very, very adequate 
indeed. Giovanna had never seen the point of wearing a brassiere around the 
house, and as she became excited Tim could see her soft brown nipples 
swelling and hardening, clearly outlined against the man's T-shirt she was 
wearing. The skirt around her waist was the oldest garment in her wardrobe, 
something she frequently wore for cleaning up the house since it was short 
and did not get in the way, but as she knelt next to Tim on the couch, the 
brief skirt rode up over her nakedly tapered thighs and by lowering his 
eyes, Tim found he could just barely glimpse the enticing whiteness of her 
bikini panties. 

"You want to, huh?" she asked him, a look of pleading in her eyes. "It's 
been a long time, Timmy." 

That did it! In an instant, Tim Powell's arms wrapped strongly around her 
supple yielding body, and the big engineer pulled his former secretary 
roughly to him, mussing her long black hair and smearing her lipstick, but 
if Giovanna minded, she gave no sign of it. What little clothing she was 
wearing seemed to melt off her body as if it had never been there to begin 
with, and Tim's eyes roamed happily over her glistening tan skin, thinking 
that Giovanna was one of those women who really did not need clothes in the 
first place, since she looked better stark naked than most women could look 
in a ball gown or a party dress. His lusting hands reached out automatically 
for the firm twin mounds of her lushly swaying breasts and the sex-starved 
man marveled how high and taut they still were, even though it was a good 
many years since Giovanna had been a teenager, and big breasted women had a 
distinct tendency to sag in their late twenties. 

And down below, everything was still in fine shape, just the way he 
remembered it from a year ago. As she seductively slid down her skimpy white 
panties and boldly bared the intimate portions of her appealing body to him, 
Tim's widened eyes gratefully took in the jet black triangle of pubic hair 
between the two smoothly tapered columns of her legs. Roughly, he pushed her 
soft yielding body over backwards on the couch, overcome with a reckless 
burning desire to kiss her there once again, and before the squirming 
giggling girl could regain her balance, Powell had pulled her long legs 
forcibly apart and buried his face between the milk-white inner surfaces of 
her thighs, his lips seeking out the glistening pink flesh of her vaginal 
slit. 

"Ahhhhh!" she breathed contentedly as he found what he was looking for, and 
the sensuous Italian woman groaned with delight as she wrapped her legs 
around her former lover's neck and thrust her pelvis lewdly up into his 
face, giving him total access to the soft moist mysteries of her body. 
Anything Tim Powell wanted to do to her was fine as far as she was 
concerned! Giovanna had never been the kind of woman who keeps a rule book 
by the side of the bed, and with her, there were never any holds barred. 

The young husband's tongue flashed out instinctively and his trembling cock 
gave another insane little jerk inside his pants as he felt the tiny pink 
bud of her clitoris rise between his lips, her dark moist pubic hairs 
tickling his cheeks as he burrowed his face up between her widespread legs, 
bringing moan after ecstatic moan to her lips. Her hands snaked out and 
lewdly invaded his loins, struggling with the zipper on his pants and then 
caressing his hardening cock through his pants so effectively that random 
drops of sticky seminal fluid began to leak out of the swollen tip of his 
penis, staining his trousers. 

"Get your clothes off quick!" she hissed at him urgently, her voice 
thickened by sudden overpowering lust. "Goddamn it, Timmie, I'm so hot I can 
hardly stand it! Hurry, I want to hold you naked in my arms again." 

Those were orders a man could not possibly refuse, and Tim reluctantly 
disengaged his lips from her undulating body long enough to rip off his 
shirt and allow Giovanna to unbuckle his pants and push them down off his 
hips and onto the floor. His undershorts quickly followed suit, and within 
another minute, they were both as naked as two jaybirds, pawing at each 
other like two people who had not had sex for a decade. 

"Oh, I've missed you so," Giovanna sighed passionately as Tim rolled her off 
the couch and down onto the softness of the rug where there was more room 
for him to operate. Her dark smoky eyes flashing with lust and desire, she 
quickly wiggled out from under him, pushed him over on his back and crouched 
tantalizingly over him on her hands and knees, her full, heavy breasts 
swaying temptingly beneath her as she grinned down at him. 

Giovanna was a girl who liked to wrestle a little before she got down to 
business, and she enjoyed putting up a mock resistance as if she were a 
virgin being assaulted by a Roman legionnaire. But Tim knew her game as well 
as she did, and when the voluptuous white flesh of her left breast passed 
within stabbing distance of his face, he lunged upward and bit. 

"Ouch!" she cried, trying to wiggle away from his cruel embrace. "Hmmm, I 
can see I've got a man here who likes to play rough. Let's see who can make 
the other one groan first!" 

With this obscene proposal, she whirled suddenly around on her knees, 
presenting the shapely twin spheres of her buttocks to him as her face 
dropped neatly into his desire-swollen loins. Somehow in all the years they 
had played sex games together, Tim had never gotten used to her rapid shifts 
in mood and her quick agile movements when they were making love. He was 
literally never sure what she would do next, and conquering her had always 
been a delightful challenge to his wits. 

"Okay, let's see," he laughed, seizing her by the smoothly tanned cheeks of 
her buttocks and pulling her down over his head in the classic sixty-nine 
position, his hungry lips once again seeking out the sweet moistness of her 
cunt. But two could play at this particular game and Giovanna showed herself 
to be as willing to wrestle as he was, and Tim felt her hands reach out like 
two circling patrols in the jungle, coming together to capture his hot, 
blood-engorged penis in her soft hands. 

"My God, I'd forgotten how big you were," she gasped, gleefully running her 
hands over the length and breadth of his powerful rod. "Linda said she 
thought you were too big down here to be true, and the poor kid was right. 
But she'll get used to it. I did, and I enjoyed every moment of it. Are you 
ready to groan?" 

"Never!" Tim Powell assured her stoutly, clamping his lips together to 
prevent the slightest sound from escaping when she attacked him. He knew 
exactly what she was going to do, but somehow he had forgotten how it felt 
to have the softness of a woman's lips close maddeningly around the hard 
throbbing shaft of his cock. Giovanna was an absolute expert at this 
depraved game and she went at him like a madwoman, stroking his penis 
cunningly with long tantalizing strokes and moving the loose feathery 
foreskin up and down his rigid member until Powell thought he was going 
straight out of his mind with unsatisfied desire. Her panting breath flooded 
excitingly over him and even though he could not see what was going on, he 
somehow sensed the red fullness of her parted lips drawing closer and closer 
by the second to the hot scarlet tip of his captured penis. 

Involuntarily, the man jerked his body, thrusting his hips forward in a 
desperate attempt to impale her ahead of schedule and seize the initiative, 
but the girl giggled heartlessly as he missed his goal, sliding his pulsing 
cock harmlessly along the smoothness of one of her cheeks. With her hand, 
Giovanna circled his muscular cock, grabbing him firmly around the stout 
hard base of his shaft while her other hand tormented his soft, sperm-filled 
testicles, making it more and more difficult for the man not to utter some 
sound. 

"A tough guy, eh?" she purred, her voice now low and husky with lust. "Well, 
let's see how you stand up under this!" 

With these warning words, her head dropped down and her mouth opened wide, 
enclosing the hard throbbing tip of his cock between her willing lips. With 
her tongue, the depraved young wife invaded the tiny opening in the thick 
rubbery head of his penis and Tim Powell promptly forgot his original 
intention not to be the first one to utter a sound. "Ohhhhhhh," he moaned in 
complete happiness. Nothing in the entire world felt as good as this, he 
thought blissfully to himself. Then, a depressing shadow crossed his 
troubled mind as he contemplated the sobering fact that his pretty little 
wife Linda would never in a million years be capable of doing something like 
this for him. For real sex fun, he might always have to come to Giovanna. 

"You lose," she gurgled, her words distorted by the presence of his mammoth 
penis in the moist dark sanctuary of her mouth. 

"Just suck," he suggested brutally. "All right, I enjoyed losing." 

And suck she did! Tim dug his fingernails into the softly yielding flesh of 
her firm full thighs and buttocks and positioned her body directly over his 
head so that he could conveniently do his part of the sixty-nine arrangement 
while Giovanna did hers, and the situation proved to be satisfactory to both 
parties as they went at each other like a pair of totally depraved sex 
maniacs. Tim found himself wishing that there was a mirror somewhere handy 
so that he could suck Giovanna's pussy and watch her sucking his cock at the 
same time, but there was not, so he contented himself with the feeling the 
wild electrical sensations she was generating in his loins and stomach as 
her tongue washed expertly back and forth over the soft resilient skin of 
his cock. His friend's wife sucked as if she had been born into the world 
for this and no other purpose, her cheeks bulging rhythmically in and out as 
she pulled him up into her throat as far as he would go, her mouth slowly 
filling with a lewd mixture of semen oozing from his cock and her own 
saliva. 

Giovanna was enjoying more than the mere fact that her former boss was 
planting a long series of moist hungry kisses on the trembling lips of her 
hair-rimmed vagina. This was pure unadulterated pleasure in itself but what 
really delighted her was the fact that the tall, handsome engineer had once 
again given in to her. Now that he had gotten over the idea that he should 
be a good married man and stay home with his frigid little wife, he would 
visit her often, and perhaps things would once more be what they had been in 
the days when the three of them could all enjoy each other's bodies freely 
and frequently. She knew perfectly well that her husband Jack would not mind 
and as far as Tim's wife Linda was concerned, it would be great if she could 
loosen up enough to join the party. But if she couldn't lower her lofty 
morals then that was her tough luck! The important thing was for Giovanna to 
get her cookies, and, by God, she was getting them right now! 

And more than that, she could feel Tim's body getting hotter and more 
excited by the minute. Right now, he could not have held himself still if he 
had wanted to, and his hips were jerking spasmodically back and forth as he 
fucked in and out of her open mouth, treating her beautiful expressive face 
precisely as if it were merely another cunt he could fuck into as hard as he 
liked. He was debasing her, humiliating her, using her, and Giovanna liked 
nothing better! 

But it had been a long time since Tim had experienced sexual stimulation 
like this and things were moving along faster than he wanted them to. 
Certainly with Linda, his sex life was completely different and the young 
construction executive was not used to being this turned on. Whenever he 
tried to make love to his wife, something which was becoming rarer and rarer 
as the barrier between them grew, he was accustomed to seeing her slip 
between the sheets with the lights turned off, dressed in a long flannel 
nightgown even on hot nights. Of course, she had never once refused him, 
since her mother had carefully instructed her that sex was a distasteful but 
necessary part of being married. When he had made it plain that he wanted 
some action, she would shyly lift the nightie to give him access to her 
body, but there was something panic-stricken in the way she gave herself to 
him that killed the pleasure for him every time. He always felt that he was 
imposing upon her, and although she always assured him afterwards that it 
had been wonderful, he knew very well that she hated every minute of it, and 
occasionally cried out involuntarily with pain whenever he became 
excessively rough. And she had never, ever had anything remotely resembling 
an orgasm! 

But with Giovanna, it was all completely different. With the black haired 
girl whose parents had been born in Southern Italy, he could be as rough as 
he liked, and Tim Powell liked to be a little rough. But he was still a 
little rusty from being out of practice, and already he could feel great 
whirling swirls of heat building up deep in his cum-laden balls as his cock 
wormed past the tight elastic ring formed by her lips, reaching deep into 
the recesses of her mouth. All the muscles in his powerful body were 
becoming steadily tighter and tenser as he built towards the inevitable 
climax, and tiny rivulets of perspiration poured off her body and down onto 
his as they worked together to bring each other into ecstasy. Tim wanted 
desperately to wait for Giovanna, but he knew suddenly that he could not 
hold it a minute longer! He had to cum now or he would explode! 

He emitted another groan, deep and guttural, feeling the wild, frantic rush 
of the sperm as it stormed up from the repository hidden deep inside his 
body, streaming out through the wildly ejaculating tip of his penis into the 
warm, unnatural sanctuary of her churning, sucking mouth. Giovanna welcomed 
the sticky white cum as if it were the nectar of the gods, her cheeks 
billowing out as her mouth filled to the brim with his searing secretions 
and she struggled not to lose a drop of the precious fluid. 

The young promiscuous woman went on sucking, emptying him like a calf that 
sucks at its mother's teat, her mouth working furiously until she had gulped 
each and every drop of the lust-inciting liquid, sputtering a little as her 
Adam's apple bounced frantically up and down. 

When it was finally all over, they lay completely spent, without moving, his 
deflating cock still resting limply between her cum-coated Lips and his face 
still thrust obscenely between her outstretched legs. 

"Sorry, I couldn't wait," he apologized humbly. In a lifetime of making very 
successful love to a fairly large number of women, Tim could not recall many 
occasions like this when he had been unable to satisfy his partner on the 
first time around. 

"It's okay, baby," she comforted him. "Giovanna knows you've got what it 
takes. You're just out of practice. We're going to have to have a session 
every day until you get your control back." 

"Okay, coach," he promised. "It's good to be back, anyway." 

"So glad you could cum," she smiled sweetly. 

Chapter THREE 

Today, Linda was happy. She had finally made up her mind about a few things 
which had been troubling her for a long time and it felt good to have 
reached a decision. She had been married to Tim Powell for almost a year now 
and they were due to celebrate their wedding anniversary within a few weeks. 
She was desperately in love with Tim, and no woman could ask for a finer 
husband. Not only was he a handsome, intelligent man and a good provider, 
but he spared no expense or trouble to make sure that she was happy. Her 
wardrobe was filled with beautiful new clothing and her house was the envy 
of all her friends. 

It had taken some time for the girl to face the fact, but now she recognized 
clearly that there was one serious problem standing between them and real 
happiness. Tim was a man with an extremely healthy appetite for love-making 
and she, his wife, was letting him down. And it was time she did something 
about it! Tonight would be an experiment and before the morning, she would 
know precisely what she would have to do. They were going to a party tonight 
at the Henderson's home, and she proposed to relax and enjoy herself as much 
as possible. It would necessarily be a short party because Jack Henderson 
had to leave town on the midnight plane for an out-of-state business trip. 
That meant that she and Tim would be home early and still fairly fresh and 
wide awake. Once back inside the confines of their own bedroom, she would 
offer herself to him as freely and openly as she could, inviting him boldly 
to take possession of her body. In fact, she had been feeling almost sexy 
for the past few days, even though it had been a week since Tim had last 
tried to make love to her. Tonight she felt reasonably secure that she could 
perform as a good loving wife ought to in bed with her husband. If she 
failed, her mind was already made up. She was a normal healthy woman who 
ought to be enjoying sex, and if she could not enjoy it tonight, it would 
mean that she needed professional psychiatric help. 

Of course it would cost a certain amount of money, but Linda had made some 
careful investigations and found that there was a female psychiatrist in 
town who was herself a happily married mother of several children. This 
woman was supposed to be unusually competent at curing female emotional 
disorders, and the first step towards getting better would be facing the 
fact honestly that there was something wrong. With a qualified doctor 
helping her, and her husband's loving support, Linda was confident that she 
could be cured in no time. Tim deserved the right kind of woman at his side, 
and the pretty young blonde vowed she would make herself into that kind of 
woman. No sacrifice was too great! 

But she also owed herself one last test before taking the plunge into 
psychiatric treatment. For some reason, she noticed that her interest in sex 
had been greater in the past few weeks, and this encouraged the 
inexperienced young girl to believe that just possibly whatever was wrong 
with her was getting better of its own accord. Why just the day before, she 
had found herself daydreaming the most outrageous erotic fantasy in the 
middle of the afternoon! This morning, leaving for his office, Tim had 
kissed her good-by as he always did, and suddenly she had felt the 
overpowering conviction that she wanted to make love to him right then and 
there. She had come within an inch of inviting him to be late for work and 
stay home a little longer that morning to kiss her some more. Unfortunately, 
her natural shyness had intervened and she had said nothing, but she could 
not deny that the feeling had been there. She was just a little slow in 
getting used to the idea of being a married lady, she told herself 
confidently, but tonight for some reason, Linda felt that with a little more 
tenderness and gentleness on Tim's part, she would make it through and their 
troubles would be over. 

If not, then there was always this doctor she d heard about. One way or 
another, Linda Powell was determined to straighten out her sex life. Tim was 
too good a man to lose! 

He would be home in a few minutes, she noted, glancing at her wristwatch, 
and he had called from the office to say that he had spotted an attractive 
dress in the window of a woman's fashion shop downtown and that he was 
bringing it home as a present for her. What kindness! The party was starting 
early since it was destined to end before midnight, and so Linda decided it 
would be wise to be all ready (except for her dress, naturally) the moment 
Tim walked in the door. Feeling a kind of restless sensuousness she had 
never before experienced, the well-proportioned young bride stood nervously 
in front of the bedroom mirror as she slowly stripped for her shower, 
vaguely wondering precisely what it was about her voluptuous body which made 
men so excited. Two breasts, she commented to herself, feeling silly about 
this monologue with her own reflected image. Two breasts is the usual 
number, even if mine are a little bigger than normal. I wonder what it is 
about breasts which gets men all stirred up? I'm sure that's what made Tim 
notice me for the first time! He can't keep his eyes off a woman who has 
something under her sweater! 

Experimentally, the lush young blonde touched the tiny brown nipples on her 
breasts, surprising herself when she found that the sensation was extremely 
pleasant and giggling merrily as she watched them expand and harden in the 
mirror. Then, kicking off her bikini panties, she looked at herself stark 
naked, running her fingers through the golden pubic hair which covered the 
delicate "vee" of her pussy. This excites them too, she meditated, 
involuntarily twitching as one of her fingers accidentally passed over the 
sensitive nerve center of her clitoris. 

Wow, in another minute, I'll be doing that business Mom always warned me not 
to do, she cautioned herself, and shaking her head to clear away the erotic 
thoughts which had suddenly started to pour into her mind, the young wife 
headed into the bathroom to take her shower. 

When she emerged, dripping wet and draped in a large bath towel, Tim was 
standing in the bedroom, unwrapping a large package with the name of an 
expensive women's fashion house on the cover. 

"Oh!" she cried. "You frightened me! I didn't hear you come in." 

"Everything I do frightens you," commented Tim, with a noticeable edge of 
bitterness to his voice. "Look, here's the dress I was talking about. Do you 
like it?" 

Linda's eyes widened as her husband held up the dress. It was gorgeous, she 
had to admit, but the designer who made it certainly had not wasted any 
material! It looked barely long enough to cover her panties, and she would 
have to watch herself bending over in this outfit. The top seemed pretty 
skimpy, too, but it was hard to tell until she got it on. 

"It ... it looks lovely, darling," she assured him, forcing a grateful smile 
onto her face, and thinking of the modest, knee-length party gown she had 
been planning to wear. Surely this was a bit much for an evening at a 
friend's house with just the four of them sitting around and talking! 

"Well, try it on, Linda," Tim suggested, his voice softening a little as he 
gazed at her draped fetchingly in the towel. Linda smiled back at him, and 
remembered her resolution about being a warm sexy woman from now on. 
Carefully trying to avoid seeming lascivious, she let the towel drop to the 
floor and walked nakedly over to the bed to put on her panties. After all 
she was thinking, this man was her husband and in almost a year of marriage, 
he had hardly ever seen her naked. The poor guy has a right to see what he's 
paid for, she thought, particularly since he bought it sight unseen! She 
slipped into the panties while Tim stood calmly observing her, his arms 
folded across his chest, and then she glanced at herself in the mirror, 
immediately seeing that the ordinary white cotton panties she had selected 
would simply not do. If someone did see them under her dress - which was 
more than likely with this outfit - their stupid, everyday appearance would 
ruin this elegant costume. Feeling her cheeks starting to go red, she walked 
to the dresser and took out a pair of skimpy panties someone had given her 
as a wedding present. They were supposed to be sexy, and for that very 
reason, she had left them in the drawer for all these months. It seemed 
ridiculous to put sexy underwear on under perfectly normal clothing, and she 
had worn very little else most of her life. 

But this was an occasion. Turning her back on her quietly watching husband, 
Linda slipped out of the cotton panties and into the new ones, and then went 
rummaging around in her dresser drawer for an acceptable brassiere, her 
heavy sensuous breasts swaying provocatively as she bent to her job. Linda 
could feel Tim's eyes upon her, and she knew the blush was still clinging to 
her cheeks, but for some strange reason she felt good about the whole 
situation. He's going to be so proud of me in this dress, she was 
congratulating herself, that he'll really want to make love to me tonight. 
Oh gosh, I think I'm going to get better all by myself! Maybe I won't need 
the psychiatrist after all. 

"I don't think you'll be able to wear a brassiere under that, kid," her 
husband warned her seriously. "At least none of the brassieres you've got. 
The straps'll show." Biting her lip, Linda saw in a moment that he was 
right. The dress he had brought her had only the thinnest of straps anyway 
and nothing she owned could possibly be concealed under them. There was 
nothing uglier than brassiere straps anyway, but she had never in her life 
gone out of the house without a brassiere on. Of course some of the young 
kids with little tiny breasts could run around like that and look cute, but 
most of them had breasts the size of a pair of oranges. Linda, on the other 
hand, was really stacked and if she went without some support everyone 
within a country mile would notice the difference. 

She studied the dress carefully, expecting to find some kind of built-in 
brassiere, however flimsy, which would lend some support to her heavy 
breasts. But there was nothing. She was on the verge of protesting that she 
could not possibly appear in public when she remembered her decision to be a 
little sexier in her relations with her husband. After all, they were just 
going to visit Jack and Giovanna, and the Italian girl would probably wear 
something even more shocking, as usual. And her husband had purchased this 
for her, knowing perfectly well that she could not wear a brassiere under 
it, which meant that he wanted her to go out tonight without one. And if 
that was what he wanted, that's what he would get! 

Two hours later, she was glad she had been brave. As she had guessed, 
Giovanna had appeared at the door with a striking pantsuit, the top of which 
was cut to the belly button, exposing the sides of both her breasts and a 
good deal more every time she got careless and bent over. There were only 
the four of them there, and they sat around in front of the fireplace, 
drinking and chattering, while Linda decided that she really liked the 
Hendersons and wondered why they didn't see each other more often. 

A lot of liquor was being drunk, and from time to time Linda had occasion to 
wonder if there were not something a little strange going on at this party, 
despite all the fun everyone seemed to be having. Once, after retiring to 
the bathroom to answer a call of nature, she had returned to the room to 
find her husband and Jack Henderson with their heads together exchanging a 
whispered conversation. As she entered, both men straightened up quickly and 
looked vaguely embarrassed as if they had been caught telling dirty jokes at 
a PTA meeting. 

But she was genuinely having fun tonight, feeling light-hearted and gay, and 
looking forward with nervous enthusiasm to the after-party surprise she had 
prepared for her husband, so she told herself firmly that she should let 
nothing bother her. These three had been friends for so many years that they 
must have thousands of in jokes between them, probably involving girls they 
had known before they had both decided to settle down and get married. 
Giovanna didn't seem to mind, so why should she? 

The more Linda thought about Giovanna, in fact, the more she felt that she 
should make an effort to imitate the older woman. Certainly, they should try 
to become better friends, especially since Giovanna had been her bridesmaid 
at the wedding and they lived only five minutes away from each other by car. 
For some reason, however, in the year of their marriage, Tim had been very 
careful about keeping them apart, and it suddenly occurred to the young 
blonde wife that perhaps her husband and the Italian girl might have once 
been lovers. 

The thought brought the usual blush to her cheeks and she dismissed it 
immediately as an absurd idea. For one thing, Jack Henderson was Tim's best 
friend and the two of them had both known Giovanna. The dark-haired woman 
was now Jack's wife and while Tim might occasionally play rough when it came 
to business, he could never stoop so low as to steal a friend's girl! 

"Hey, you're falling behind!" commented Jack in a cordial fashion, noticing 
that her glass was empty and taking immediate action to refill it. The three 
of them were drinking unusually heavily tonight for some reason, Linda 
observed, and they seemed to be spending a lot of energy making sure that 
she stayed with them drink for drink. Giovanna was already noticeably silly 
with liquor and Tim, who usually drank only a glass or two over the course 
of the evening, was actually staggering as he walked. This was good, in one 
sense, because Tim nearly always wanted to make love when he drank, but bad 
in another sense, because he also tended to be rougher than usual on these 
occasions. 

All in all, the young blonde wife decided, maybe she had better make an 
effort to stay with them even if it meant getting a little drunk. Perhaps if 
she got really smashed, everything would be much easier later on when she 
and Tim got between the sheets. For some reason, only Jack Henderson could 
really be described as sober, and Linda recalled that he had to be on a 
plane at midnight and the airport was on the other side of town, almost an 
hour's drive away. 

"Hey, this party is developing into a regular drunken orgy," protested Jack 
Henderson suddenly, acting as if he were becoming a little bored. "Hasn't 
anyone got anything intelligent to say?" 

"What a trial it is living with a sexy intellectual," Giovanna complained 
jokingly. "You've got to be beautiful and clever all at the same time." 

"Not difficult for you, baby," Tim Powell complimented her casually. "All 
right, let's be intellectual! Anybody read any good books recently?" 

"I have!" proclaimed Giovanna suddenly, getting unsteadily to her feet and 
retrieving a book off of the shelf. "This is that one that all the 
controversy's about in the newspapers. Have you seen it?" 

"The Swappers," Tim read the cover. "Yeah, there was an article in the paper 
just the other day saying that some judge in Boston had banned it. Must be 
pretty hot stuff! What's it all about?" 

"Well, I think that should be obvious from the title," Jack contributed. 
"From what I hear, half the country is involved in that dirty business. 
Can't see it, myself. There have to be some rules or society just goes to 
hell, and I can't picture myself lending Giovanna out to the guy across the 
street in exchange for his dumpy old bag." 

Tim Powell and Giovanna both successfully repressed grins as they listened 
to Jack deliver this sermon, knowing that his true sentiments were precisely 
the opposite. But this was all part of their well-rehearsed plan, and the 
three of them played their roles to perfection. 

"Old fashioned!" charged Giovanna, pouting her lips as she disagreed with 
her husband. "Frankly, dear, I think that exchanging husbands and wives is 
going to be the lifestyle of the future. Now I know I'll never get you to 
agree to it, but if you ask me, the standard traditional marriage is as dead 
as a doornail. These days, people want more out of life than fifty years of 
going to bed with the same person." 

"I think Giovanna's got a point," put in Tim Powell quickly. "In the old 
days, you were lucky if you lived to be forty-five, so monogamy made sense. 
You married at thirty, had fifteen or twenty good years with the old lady 
and then corked off. Nowadays, people are getting hooked at twenty, or even 
younger, and they can look forward to living together for sixty years. Of 
course, only the rare couple can put up with each other for that length of 
time, and so after a few decades go by and the kids are out of the house, 
they get a divorce. It would be a whole lot easier on everybody if they 
played around a little while they were married and kept themselves from 
getting bored. I bet the divorce rate goes down as swinging becomes 
popular." 

"Well, I think it's just terrible," Jack pretended to be outraged by the 
whole idea. "Let me ask you something since you're so modern: would you let 
another man sleep with Linda here so that you could get a shot at his wife?" 

Linda smiled at the idea, thinking that she knew Tim's answer in advance. Of 
course, her husband liked to play around with all these radical modern 
ideas, but at heart, he was a very conservative man and a little bit 
jealous, as well. But his answer shocked her. 

"Of course," he replied coolly. "Assuming that we were all in agreement and 
it was a fair swap. What would you say, Linda?" 

For a moment, the young bride was too startled and hurt to answer, and she 
tried desperately to convince herself that Tim was only drunk and hadn't 
really meant the terrible thing he was saying. She looked at him seriously 
for a long minute, noticing for the first time that he was sitting very 
close to Giovanna. He was drunk, all right, but not that drunk, and he was 
serious! 

"Oh, I ... I don't think I could ever do a thing like that," she stammered 
miserably, feeling her usual hateful blush stealing over her cheeks as she 
choked out the words, feeling somehow ridiculous at not being able to handle 
herself better in a difficult situation. Suddenly it struck her as just 
barely possible that Tim and Giovanna were not talking about some 
hypothetical, imaginary situation. Suppose they were making a real proposal! 
Maybe this was something they had worked out between them, and it was all 
undoubtedly due to her own failings as a wife and lover that Tim was driven 
to these degenerate ideas! What would she do if Jack agreed? 

But there seemed to be no danger of this since Jack Henderson looked 
distinctly annoyed at the whole subject, glancing impatiently at his watch 
and getting abruptly to his feet. 

"Well, hate to run just when the conversation is getting dirty, but that 
plane leaves in an hour and Giovanna's going to have to run me to the 
airport." 

"Oh darling, can't you call a cab? I'm too drunk to get off the couch, much 
less drive .all the way across town." 

"If you would read the newspapers once in awhile, Giovanna, instead of 
poring over sex books all day, you would learn that there is a taxi strike 
on this week. But you are too drunk to drive, I can see that from here. Come 
on, Tim, you can run me over." 

Jack seemed only mildly irritated but not seriously annoyed at the 
situation, but Linda was sitting on the wrong side of the room to be able to 
see the wink he flashed at his partner as he made his request. 

To Linda's great surprise, Tim Powell shook his head wearily. 

" 'Fraid Linda's the only one here who's sober enough to do the job," he 
stated frankly. "My head is spinning so bad that I'd get us killed at the 
first intersection." 

"For Christ's sake," Jack expostulated irritably. "What a collection of 
lushes! Sorry, Linda, but if I miss that plane, we forfeit a lot of money 
and fifty percent of it is Tim's. You look like you're in pretty good shape 
for driving." 

The truth of the matter was quite the opposite, since Linda Powell had been 
doing her best to keep up with her husband and his friends, but she could 
see no decent way to back out now. This evening is turning out to be a 
disaster, she told herself miserably. First Tim practically asks me for 
permission to go to bed with another woman, and now we won't be able to go 
to bed together the way I planned, or at least not until I get back from the 
airport, and he'll probably be sound asleep on the couch by that time. 

But she managed to rise unsteadily to her feet, collect her purse and follow 
Jack Henderson to the car. Her husband waved feebly in her direction as she 
departed and promised to wait where he was until she returned. Giovanna had 
curled up on the other end of the couch and had apparently gone to sleep, 
the front of her pantsuit having fallen open far enough to reveal one 
rosy-tipped nipple. The entire scene made Linda particularly nervous, but 
she could think of no polite way of asking her husband not to commit 
adultery while she was gone, so she took a deep breath and followed Tim's 
partner out the front door to where his car was parked. 

"Do you want to drive to the airport, or shall I?" she questioned nervously, 
hoping he would take the wheel first and give her time to collect her wits. 

"We're not going very far," he snapped abruptly, opening the door to the 
passenger seat for her, "so it doesn't make much difference! Get in!" 

More confused and troubled than ever, the shy young woman did as she was 
told, waiting in nervous silence, while Jack circled around the back of the 
car, slid into the driver's seat and started the vehicle. Without speaking, 
he sent the car streaking out of the alley and down the street, driving so 
wildly that the terrified woman was thrown back into the cushions. 

"Why Jack," she pleaded. "What's the matter with everyone tonight? You're 
all acting so strangely ..." 

Continuing to maintain his ominous silence, the engineer wheeled the car 
around a corner at breakneck speed and rocketed to a halt only a few hundred 
yards away from his own home. 

"You really are innocent," he growled menacingly at her. "At first I 
suspected that you might be mixed up in this yourself, but I guess that's 
ridiculous." 

"Mixed up in what?" she cried, still mystified. 

"Oh Christ, open your eyes! Those two couldn't keep their hands off each 
other all night long! And all that dirty talk about wife-swapping! That 
husband of yours has got swapping on the brain all right, but it's a one way 
swap! Did you see how neatly they maneuvered us out of the house? About as 
subtle as a ton of bricks, if you ask me!" 

Linda was finally getting the point, particularly since she herself had 
entertained identical suspicions earlier in the evening. But she still found 
it impossible to believe. All right, Tim was away from the house most of the 
day, and if he wanted to have a love affair with someone, he could easily 
pull the wool over her eyes, but he spent almost all his waking hours 
working with Jack. So how could he possibly be having an affair with Jack's 
wife? It was impossible! Admittedly, things looked a little strange tonight 
with both of them getting too drunk to drive to the airport, but surely Jack 
was jumping to conclusions. And what did he plan to do? Go back and peek in 
the windows? 

"Well, we'll know one way or another tonight," he announced bitterly, 
triumph in his voice. "This time I've got a little surprise for our trouble 
shooting friend and we'll see if he hasn't gotten himself more trouble on 
his hands than even he knows how to shoot his way out of." 

"Oh Jack, I'm so frightened! What do you mean?" Linda cried, half afraid 
that she knew exactly what he meant. Mr. Williams, the president of the 
company that both men worked for was well known in California for his views 
on morality and there was one thing he would not tolerate on the part of his 
executives and that was sexual misbehavior. But there was no time to 
speculate farther, because Jack was fishing around under the dashboard of 
his car. After adjusting something under the seat, he straightened up, a 
sinister grin on his face, and switched on the car radio. 

"No, I'm not tuning in a little country and Western music," he informed her 
bluntly. "I spent half the week working on this little gadget and now we'll 
see if it's working the way it should." 

"Jack, shouldn't we be getting to the airport?" Linda suggested hopefully. 
If Tim really was fooling around, she realized that she really didn't want 
to know about it. But Jack's only response to her remark was a harsh laugh. 

"The airport story was just a little trap for your dear hubby," he sneered, 
twisting the dials on the car radio and consulting a piece of paper he held 
in his hand. "I wanted them to think the coast was clear for awhile and it 
would have taken you about two hours to get all the way over to the airport 
and back. That'll give them two hours for fun and games, and if I know 
Giovanna, it won't take her nearly that long to get Tim into the sack." 

Linda covered her face with her hands, feeling that she was about ready to 
break into tears. The day had started so well and so hopefully, and it was 
finishing all wrong! 

The radio gave forth with a little static and Jack bent forward eagerly. 

"There is a microphone planted under my bed," he explained bitterly, "which 
is connected to a transmitter in the cellar. I've adapted this radio to pick 
up the frequency that our mates will be broadcasting on any minute now. And 
it should make very interesting listening!" 

Jack made one last delicate adjustment to his specially designed radio and 
then sat back with a troubled expression on his sun tanned face. There was 
the crackle of static again, and then a sound which resembled a long low 
moan. At first Linda thought this was more electronic interference; then 
with a shock she identified it as her husband's voice! 

"AHHHHH, YOUR BREASTS, GIOVANNA, HOW I LOVE YOUR BREASTS!!!!" 

His voice was unmistakable, and this one brief sentence put the whole 
situation together in Linda's mind. To be heard at all, Tim and Giovanna had 
to be together in the bedroom. And his tone of voice clearly conveyed the 
kind of scene they were playing: a love scene. And there was no hint of 
drunkenness in her husband's voice. Plenty of lust, perhaps, but he was no 
longer slurring his words, which meant that he had merely been pretending to 
be intoxicated in order to get her to drive Giovanna's husband to the 
airport. 

"Oh, BABY, FUCK ME," came another voice, this time unmistakably Giovanna's 
low husky tones. "I THOUGHT THEY'D NEVER LEAVE. COME ON, GET IT INTO ME! 
FUCK MY CUNT! FUCK ME TILL I CAN'T WALK!" 

A cloud descended over Linda's mind, and she found that her entire body was 
shaking uncontrollably. She tried to think clearly in order to decide what 
she ought to do, but for some reason her mind was no longer functioning 
properly. A part of her wanted to leap out of the car and run wildly towards 
her own home, but she realized that her body was virtually paralyzed. She 
could not move! 

"YES, KISS IT LIKE THAT!" came Giovanna's impassioned voice again. "KISS MY 
PUSSY, BABY. MY HUSBAND NEVER DOES IT LIKE THAT!" 

"He's sucking her off," grumbled Jack, almost as if he were a radio 
announcer commenting on a sports event. "Giovanna always did like that 
weirdo stuff." 

Linda tried to reply, but all that came out was an unintelligible grunt. 
Still frozen by the emotional impact of discovering that her husband was 
sleeping with another woman, the young wife found that strange things were 
happening inside of her own head, and for the first time in her life she was 
seriously afraid of losing her mind. Of course she had known about her 
problem with frigidity for almost a year now, but this was something brand 
new! Crazy images and shapes were invading her stunned consciousness from 
all sides, terrifying her, and she reached out to steady herself on the arm 
rest of the car, feeling her dizziness grow more intense by the second. 

Next to her, Jack was talking, saying something about "getting even" and 
"catch 'em in the act", but Linda found it impossible to follow exactly what 
he was telling her. Numbly, she felt him drag her out of the car and start 
hurrying her back down the street in the direction of his home, and she 
followed meekly, her mind whirling around as if she were drugged, tripping 
stupidly over her own feet as she stumbled along behind the furious man. 

Strangely enough, she did not feel angry, even at Tim. Instead, there was a 
wild crazy sense of bewilderment and helplessness, as if this were all some 
terrible nightmare which she would have to endure until morning. In what 
seemed to be merely a matter of seconds, they found themselves again at the 
door of the Hendersons' home, and Jack was placing a finger to his lips, 
cautioning her to be silent, and she obediently complied, no longer 
possessed of a real will of her own. This was all their game now, she told 
herself dreamily. She was just a spectator. 

Chapter FOUR 

It's funny, Jack Henderson said to himself as he dragged the lush young 
blonde woman into his home, pulling her reluctantly behind him by the hand. 
This doesn't seem to be having the effect I expected! I was looking forward 
to some real hysterics and so far she hasn't said a word. Wonder if 
something is going wrong? Too late to turn back now. If the other two are 
ready we are really going to produce some wild dramatics here. If this 
doesn't shock her, nothing will! 

The dark-haired engineer paused, his hand upon the door which led to his 
bedroom and glanced one last time over his shoulder at his friend's wife. 
Christ, she's beautiful, he thought to himself and it suddenly came home to 
him that within a few minutes, if everything went according to plan, he 
would be making love to this blonde goddess! The thought aroused him 
instantly, and Henderson realized with an amused shock that he had not 
really been thinking of that end of it at all until this very moment. Of 
course their plan had involved his fucking the girl as part of their "shock" 
therapy, but his motive all along had been to help his friend, not to get 
himself into bed with his friend's wife! 

The trouble-shooter was more than usually attractive to women and he had 
been fortunate enough to find a great many welcoming beds in his life, but 
no sexual adventure had ever excited him quite as much as this one did at 
the moment. He would play his cards very carefully, he decided. This shock 
treatment has to be thorough! 

The door was flung open, and Linda felt herself propelled bodily into the 
Hendersons' bedroom. For a moment her eyes refused to focus and all she 
could see was a blurred mass of writhing human flesh. Then, her dazzled mind 
cleared enough to distinguish the fact that there were two naked bodies on 
the bed, Tim and Giovanna! Her husband was stretched out on his back, his 
legs slightly bent. Above him, the Italian woman hovered on all fours, her 
head buried between the man's muscular legs. In her confused, unhappy state, 
it took Linda half a minute to figure out exactly what was going on, but 
Jack was pulling her further into the room right up to the edge of the bed, 
and it all quickly became painfully obvious. Giovanna was sucking him! Tim's 
long rigid cock was stuck brutally into the girl's open mouth! 

Something still quite sane in the back of Linda's mind told her that she 
should be shocked at all of this. Her own husband had tricked her and 
betrayed her. Here he was stretched out before her, lewdly thrusting his 
lust-stiffened penis into the mouth of another woman, performing a perverse 
sexual act she had been raised to believe that decent, self-respecting men 
and women simply did not do, inside of marriage or out of it. 

But surprisingly, no real emotion came forward. As Giovanna and Tim slowly 
began to disentwine, Linda felt a great emptiness opening up within her as 
if she had accidentally stumbled upon an enormous unexplored cavern in her 
mind and she was in danger of tripping into it and becoming lost forever. 

There was a garble of shouts and recriminations and she bravely struggled to 
follow what was being said, knowing that all of this involved her, that she 
was an interested party and would be expected to have an opinion and even to 
be angry, but inside of her, there was nothing. It was strange! 

"So! You thought you had me outwitted, did you?" Jack was saying rather 
theatrically, watching Linda out of one corner of his eye. 

Giovanna tried to imagine how a woman should behave when caught in the 
middle of an act of adultery and so she picked up a pillow, simulating a 
terrified look on her face, and cushioned it against her tantalizingly perky 
breasts as if she were afraid that her husband was capable of some act of 
violence. 

"Look Jack," Tim stammered convincingly. "You've got to understand, old 
buddy. We were just a little bit drunk and somehow ..." Tim was rising 
awkwardly to his feet, holding a sheet across his midriff as he tried to 
excuse himself. They all seemed to be waiting for her to say something, but 
Linda's mind was fading in and out like a weak and distant station on a 
short wave radio, and the conversation she was hearing was only registering 
on her crumbling mind in disjointed little snatches. 

"I'll have you fired ..." 

"No ... I can explain . . . please ..." 

"Jack, darling, we didn't mean ..." 

"... I demand satisfaction ..." Jack Henderson was shouting violently. "If 
you can fuck my wife, I can fuck yours ..." 

They were mere words, and Linda looked at the ceiling, feeling the strange 
dizzy sensation sweep over her even more strongly and the deep bottomless 
pit within her head seemed to become wider and more menacing by the moment. 
What was Jack talking about? If she could only lie down somewhere and rest 
until all this was over . . . she was suddenly tired and there was a funny 
unfamiliar tingle deep in her loins as if she were becoming sexually excited 
by this brutal, bizarre scene ... if only her head would clear so that she 
could think . . . Jack's hands were on her, touching her arms and her 
shoulders . . . Giovanna and Tim were moving off the bed . . . what was 
happening? 

"Please, Jack!" Giovanna was saying urgently. "For Linda's sake don't go 
through with this." 

"No, no, there's no other way," Tim shrugged his shoulders helplessly. "If 
he insists, then he can do it. Otherwise I lose my job and that won't be 
good for anyone. You can bet your life if Williams fires me, no one else is 
going to hire me. Not in this state anyway." 

Tim and Giovanna were leaving the room, both of them still quite naked, and 
Linda felt a quick thrill of alarm as she watched them go, vaguely wondering 
what was going on now and what was supposed to happen. Suddenly, she was 
again alone with Jack Henderson. 

Something unusual and strange was going to happen and despite the 
thought-killing fog in her mind. Linda could sense the violence in the air 
as the angry engineer moved closer to her, his handsome, mobile face flushed 
with anger. 

"Wha . . . what are you going to do?" she managed to stammer, backing slowly 
away from him until her shoulders were against the wall and she could 
retreat no farther. 

"Your husband has been having his fun with my wife for quite some time now," 
Henderson informed her coldly, "since they're such great believers in 
wife-swapping, I've decided we should work it both ways. Take off your 
dress, Linda!" 

This direct, bold statement was like a bucket of water being splashed into 
her face, and the girl's mind quickly cleared, at least to the point where 
she could understand what was happening to her. Instantly, her body was 
consumed with fear. If she was frightened and hurt whenever her own husband 
made love to her, what would this violent angry man do to her poor 
defenseless body? He was next to her now, his pelvis grinding urgently into 
hers, his hard demanding hands swarming over her trembling body, 
inadequately covered by the flimsy mini-dress Tim had purchased for her that 
very afternoon. 

"No, please, we can't, Jack," she whimpered, the words distorted as he 
pressed his mouth against hers. "Please ... I have a problem about making 
love ..." 

"You've got a problem, all right," he retorted abruptly, his hands 
lasciviously exploring her body as he pressed her against the wall. "You've 
got a cheating husband and in about two minutes, you're going to have a 
lover because I'm going to even the score!" Jack's hand was on the 
voluptuously heavy mound of her right breast as he spoke and he squeezed her 
tender nipple, punctuating his remarks with a vicious pinch which sent a 
twin streak of pain and pleasure flying down into the base of her spine. 
Never in her life could the young blonde bride recall having felt exactly 
like this, and she was still rational enough to realize that she was not 
reacting normally to the terrible situation in which she found herself. All 
the independence and willpower seemed to have drained out of her as if 
someone had pulled the plug and she was left a pliable mound of helplessly 
quivering feminine flesh. If Jack Henderson really proposed to take her by 
force, she realized with a sob that there was absolutely nothing she could 
do to stop him. 

The engineer was a little puzzled by the lack of resistance on her part as 
his lust-driven hands roamed freely over the girl's voluptuous young body, 
but he decided that their shock treatment was working better than they had 
dared to dream that it would. If he succeeded in fucking her with the 
maximum of roughness and violence, the therapy would surely be a success. 
Tomorrow, or in a few days, they could explain exactly what they had been up 
to and she would be grateful for what they had done for her. Now, the 
important thing was to keep the pressure on! 

Pulling her close to him, the engineer caressed the smoothly rounded flesh 
of her buttocks, pushing her yielding loins hard into his so that she could 
feel the entire length of his rigidly throbbing cock. Linda closed her eyes 
and tried to fight back, at least with passive resistance, but something 
deep inside her tormented mind began to tell her that this was all useless. 
It made no difference whatsoever whether she resisted passively or actively 
or did not resist at all. He was going to make love to her good and proper 
no matter what she did, and there was no way out of it now! 

"Don't," she managed to gasp, but Jack's only answer was a cruel chuckle. 

"What's the matter, baby? Didn't you see what I saw when we walked into this 
room? Did you see what your big, handsome hubby was doing with his cock? Did 
you?" 

"Oh please," she faltered, no longer knowing what to say. 

"In case you've forgotten, baby, I'll remind you. He had it stuck very 
nicely into my wife's mouth and she was sucking him! Now I think they owe us 
a little revenge, don't you? How would you like my cock in your mouth, 
Linda? Will you suck it for me like Giovanna sucked Tim's?" 

Linda's mind went off into orbit as these savagely obscene words struck her 
brain, and she made no effort to reply. Henderson's hands were under her 
chin now and she could feel him fumbling with the buttons on the front of 
her mini-dress. With a sickening feeling, she remembered that she was 
virtually naked under the garment, protected only by the ridiculously flimsy 
pair of panties she had put on earlier in the evening. Her hands flew 
desperately to his arms, but the man was a dozen times too strong for her, 
and there was no way to stop him as he unfastened button after button, 
working his way steadily and doggedly down to her panty-clad loins. Not 
wasting any more time, Henderson broke the straps on the gown and pushed it 
roughly down around her hips, nakedly exposing her two massive breasts to 
his appreciative eyes. The frightened young girl could feel the sudden rush 
of cool air sweep across her abruptly denuded body, and for a moment she 
could not decide whether it felt good or bad. 

Moving fast so as not to give her time to react, Jack dropped to his knees 
in front of her, brushing her ripe brown nipples with his lips as his hands 
circled around behind her. She swayed above him helplessly, holding onto his 
shoulders for support, despair flooding her mind as she felt him hooking his 
fingers skillfully into the elastic waistband of her panties and drawing 
them slowly down over the smooth cream-whiteness of her thighs, methodically 
stripping her naked until the mini-dress and her flimsy panties lay heaped 
in a pile at her feet and she stood over him completely and defenselessly 
naked. 

Jack Henderson had gone into this brutal experiment out of genuine and 
sincere interest in his friend's welfare, but his attitude was rapidly 
changing as he gazed up at the magnificent woman before him. From this 
angle, his friend's wife looked like a Greek goddess who had miraculously 
been transformed from cold unyielding marble into a warm breathing supple 
human being, and the engineer felt his body filling up with lust as his eyes 
swept desirously over the full ripe mounds of her sensuously swaying 
breasts. Losing control over himself; the engineer pressed his hungry lips 
into the nakedly yielding flesh of her belly, causing her to gasp with 
dismay and grip his shoulders even more tightly to keep herself from falling 
over. 

Knowing that he had to keep moving so as not to lose his momentum, Henderson 
released his hold on her buttocks, dropping his open mouth to the triangular 
"vee" of her moistly denuded pussy and using his thumbs to divide the soft 
golden curls of her vagina. 

Linda groaned again, now half out of her mind with despair and humiliation, 
uselessly struggling to escape from his iron-like grip and drawing her 
breath in sharply as she felt his tongue flick in and out like a lizard, 
invading the moistly flowering slit of her pussy. But the jerking and 
bucking of her voluptuous body only excited him more. Henderson was in a 
hurry now, and as she struggled to escape from this indecent embrace, he 
worked her around so that her back was to the bed and then pushed forward 
abruptly so that the terrified blonde girl tumbled over backwards onto the 
mattress, her long slender legs flying out as she struggled in vain to 
regain her balance. 

But Henderson sprang on her like a wolf, catching her in this vulnerable 
position and pinning her ruthlessly to the mattress. Her head now going 
around in circles with delirium, Linda could see him hovering over her on 
all fours looking like a beast of prey preparing to devour her like a 
captured deer. She could not close her legs, and the tender pink flesh of 
her moist vagina seemed to be offered up to him like some pagan sacrifice 
and she writhed ceaselessly in desperation. 

Now that she was caught like an animal in a trap, Jack Henderson knew he 
could afford to take his time and tantalize himself. She was lying nakedly 
spread-eagled on the bed, and he was in a position to do whatever he wanted 
to her. If this didn't shock her into normality, nothing would! Grinning 
down at her sadistically, he ran his tongue moistly around his lips to give 
her a graphic idea of the humiliation he was going to inflict upon her. For 
an instant, their eyes met and silently she asked him for mercy. 

"Sorry, baby, but everybody's got to start sometime, and tonight's the 
night." 

Without another moment of hesitation, he plunged, his handsome face sliding 
quickly between the soft, creamy skin of her outstretched thighs. His thumbs 
went to work then, slowly and torturously drawing apart the pink trembling 
lips of her vagina as he opened her up to him, his eyes nearly bulging from 
his head as he surveyed the magnificent carnal feast spread out before him. 
Linda wiggled and groaned but her torment and humiliation only made it more 
interesting for the engineering executive, and after gazing lustfully at her 
cruelly exposed pussy at close range for half a minute longer, Henderson 
ducked his head again and buried his tongue snake-like as far as it would go 
up into her cringing vaginal passage. 

"OHHHHHHH," the young bride moaned in pure agony. The disgrace of being in 
this terrible position was bad enough in itself, but she was beginning to 
feel the effects of the merciless tongue-lashing she was receiving and 
absolutely the last thing she wanted from this dreadful experience was 
pleasure. No matter what her husband had done to her, she had to remain true 
to him, and accepting pleasure under these obscene circumstances was a kind 
of adultery all in itself, even if the erotic sensations were inflicted upon 
her involuntarily. Linda clung desperately to the tiny piece of emotional 
balance still left to her, fighting back with all the moral strength in her 
body. Tim had been driven to do what he had done by her coldness, by her 
frigidity and she could not betray him now by turning on while her husband's 
best friend lathered her into a sexual frenzy. 

But it was happening anyway! Lifting her head up off of the mattress, she 
stared down over her naked body to the amazing thing which was taking place 
between her legs, scarcely able to convince her half-shattered mind that 
this was all really true. Jack Henderson was licking at her wide-splayed 
pussy like some mindless animal, nibbling hungrily at the tiny throbbing bud 
of her clitoris and thrusting his long searing tongue deeply into the heated 
depths of her unwilling body. She could watch it no more, and with a groan 
of utter hopelessness, the tormented young woman let her blonde head fall 
back on the pillow in despair. In spite of her revulsion and fear, strange 
things were beginning to happen within her body, things which had never 
happened before, and she was not mentally or physically prepared to fight 
off this new experience, having drunk so much during the course of the 
evening. 

Down deep in her loins, her quivering flesh seemed to ripple wildly as if it 
had taken on a life of its own, sending out pleasure signals which radiated 
outward like waves in all directions, causing her voluptuous body to jerk 
uncontrollably every time Jack thrust his marauding tongue deep into her 
captive flesh. Her full, high-set breasts were dancing back and forth on her 
chest as he buffeted her to and fro, and she noticed with special alarm that 
her tiny brown nipples were standing up firm and hard like soldiers on 
parade, a certain sign of sexual arousal! It would have been bad enough if 
Jack had not been able to see her, but the man had craftily positioned 
himself so that he could watch her face carefully and gauge his progress 
accordingly, and Linda could feel his hard, intelligent eyes observing her 
every movement, making her progressive humiliation more complete than ever. 

It's hopeless, she told herself in despair, great tears of indignation and 
shame welling up in her as she lay back on the softness of the mattress and 
gave herself submissively up to what ever her husband's business partner 
chose to do to her. How could she ever face Tim again after what this man 
was doing to her? Her mother had taught her to believe that husbands 
occasionally strayed, and while she had naively believed that hers would be 
the perfect marriage, she could - in time - have adjusted to the idea of Tim 
committing adultery, just as long as it was not thrown in her face. But her 
mother had never come up with any words of wisdom to deal with a situation 
like this. Oh why had Tim chosen tonight to get caught at it? In another few 
hours, she might have been able to change everything between them by making 
warm affectionate love to him the way a good wife should. Now everything was 
lost. Everything was ruined and it could never be put right again. 

Meanwhile, Jack Henderson's scientific mind was still working and he was 
trying to evaluate the progress he was making with what he had previously 
called "only an engineering problem", coming rapidly to the conclusion that 
things were going better than anyone would ever have expected. The chick is 
turning on, he told himself with intense satisfaction. Hell, Tim should have 
tried the rough-tough treatment a long time ago. But we'd better make sure 
this therapy is thorough. Let's see how she reacts to this little game! 

Taking her smoothly modeled thighs in his muscular hands, he pulled her 
unresisting legs even farther apart and upward so that the whole rounded 
plane of her buttocks was exposed to his lascivious eyes. Linda struggled 
uselessly, trying desperately to avoid this last final humiliation, but the 
man was far too strong for her and as soon as he felt her muscles go slack 
in surrender, Henderson quickly ducked his head farther down between her two 
jerking legs, his hotly piercing tongue slithering into the tight little 
circle of her anus. 

"AAAaaaaagggggghhhhh!!!!!" she screamed, shocked right to the core of her 
being by this unexpected sexual contact. Like every modern well-educated 
woman, Linda had read about various sexual perversions, but this was a new 
one for her and she started struggling all over again in a frenzied attempt 
to break away from this degenerate embrace. 

"No, please ... I beg of you!" sobbed the horrified young bride, but 
Henderson was remorseless, keeping the heat on as long as he could, his 
evilly lashing tongue whipping back and forth across the clenched nether 
opening until the young wife felt sure she was losing her mind. For a moment 
neither one of them was really sure whether she was struggling to escape or 
writhing with the forbidden wisps of pleasure which were starting to shoot 
up from between her legs as a result of this new depraved invasion of her 
loins. 

But she soon realized clearly that she was losing control over her wildly 
stimulated body and there was no other way to explain what was happening to 
her. Her fists were doubled, her teeth were clenched and the muscles in her 
neck were standing out in cords, but the inevitable was happening and there 
was nothing she could do to hold it back. It was a losing battle and Jack 
Henderson was winning every skirmish! * * * "How do you think he's doing?" 
whispered Tim Powell nervously as he crouched nakedly next to Giovanna just 
outside the bedroom door, "That was one hell of an act we put on. I only 
hope Linda forgives me after we explain to her what we've been up to. I 
mean, the more I think about it, the more it seems like a crazy idea. Maybe 
we should have taken her to a psychiatrist for some professional help." 

"Hey, you aren't losing your nerve, are you?" Giovanna challenged him. "You 
and Jack aren't the kind of men who run off to some bearded shrink with a 
German accent when you've got a problem, baby. You hit it head-on! Besides, 
Linda's going to be just fine. It sounds to me like my boyfriend is making 
some real progress in here. I wish we could see." 

"He told us to stay out of the way until he let us know he was ready for the 
big confrontation scene," Tim cautioned, still nervous about the whole idea. 
"Golly, did you see her face when she saw the two of us together?" 

"I sure did, and I want to see it now. Come on, it can't hurt if we just 
open the door a crack." 

Tim, in fact, was beside himself with curiosity, so he stepped aside and 
allowed Giovanna to open the door just far enough for the two of them to see 
inside. The scene that met their eyes was the most bizarre thing either one 
of them had ever observed! Linda had clearly gone around the bend by this 
point, and any thoughts she may once have had of resisting were long gone by 
now. Her body was visibly aroused in the worst way and the voluptuously 
built girl's eyes wandered unfocused around the room while her legs and arms 
jerked irrationally and convulsively. It was obvious that she had forgotten 
about the shame and humiliation she was undergoing and they saw that her 
hands were now snaking down into Jack's thick black hair as she pressed his 
face harder into the sensitive flesh of her loins. The engineer was working 
over her like a slave and the two hidden observers could hear him pant 
lustily as he gloated over the painfully aroused young woman. 

Tim felt a flash of jealousy shoot through his body, realizing unhappily 
that in the twelve months he had lived with Linda, he had never once 
accomplished anything remotely resembling the fever pitch she was in now. To 
the best of his knowledge, she had never even had an orgasm with him, and 
here she was, already trembling on the brink of cumming even before Jack had 
gotten around to slithering his lust-hardened cock up into her tempting 
white belly. 

But on top of the jealousy, the young engineer felt himself becoming more 
excited sexually by the moment as he watched his best friend toying with his 
wife's helplessly responding body. Something about this depraved scene was 
stimulating him powerfully, and he felt his stiffly erected cock jerking 
wildly between his legs. 

"Hummmm, it looks like I'm going to have my hands full tonight, too," 
whispered Giovanna, glancing significantly down at his own desire-stiffened 
rod of flesh, a mischievous grin on her seductive face. "No pun intended, 
naturally." 

"Shhhh," he cautioned her, but the lascivious, sex-loving woman had already 
taken steps to insure that her hand were literally full, reaching up to take 
his swelling penis between her fingers and stimulating him even more by 
rubbing the loose foreskin back and forth over his blunt rubbery cock-head. 
But neither of them could tear their eyes away from the astonishing scene in 
the bedroom, despite their growing desire for one another. 

Jack had raised himself up over the prostrate young woman now and he was now 
tormenting her full swollen breasts by biting her tender nipples with his 
teeth, bringing groans of pain and ecstasy to her parted lips while Linda's 
buttocks began to grind impatiently down into the mattress. 

"It's time to stop playing and start fucking," Henderson informed her 
brutally, knowing that the obscene words could only help to excite her even 
more. "I'm going to fuck you, Linda, fuck you good and proper! Spread 'em 
wide, baby, 'cause daddy's coming in." 

For the innocent blonde wife, resistance was a thing of the past, and 
without precisely intending to, she found herself obediently spreading her 
legs. The fog in her brain was all-enveloping now, and she no longer really 
tried to think. She was a helpless pawn in some sexual chess game too big 
and too complex to understand. The only thing she could do now was to ride 
with it and accept whatever happened to her, hoping that when it was all 
over she would still be a sane human being. 

Jack levered up over her, grinning like a sex maniac as he looked down on 
the helpless young beauty beneath him. Freeing one hand, he guided his hard 
rubbery cock up between her legs, using the thick bulbous tip to separate 
the moistly tangled blonde hair of her pussy. Linda turned her head 
submissively to one side, no longer able to watch, and shivered desperately 
as she felt the electric tingle of the first contact between the soft wet 
flesh of her vagina and the harshness of his invading cock. 

"Ohhhhhh," she breathed in fear as he began methodically worming his way up 
into her. It did not really hurt yet, but she knew perfectly well that it 
was going to, and the young wife writhed in fright, trying to escape from 
this cruel impalement and tightening all the muscles in her loins in a 
futile attempt to hold him out by brute force. 

Jack grinned as he felt her feeble resistance, knowing that a platoon of 
Marines could not have kept him from fucking this woman once he had gotten 
this far. The young engineer had forgotten all about shock treatments and 
psychiatry now; his violent passions were thoroughly aroused, and he was 
only interested in one thing. He had to fuck her now, or he would explode! 

"Ahhhhhh," her cries became more insistent and pain filled as the man worked 
his merciless way steadily past the straining pink entrance to her vagina, 
forcing his thick bulbous glans into the narrow channel of her over 
stretched little cunt. Linda's blue eyes popped open with the pain and she 
struggled with all the courage left in her to clear her alcohol-dazed mind 
and understand precisely what was happening to her. Above her, like an evil 
satyr, she could see Jack Henderson's grinning lecherous face, and the 
tormented young bride realized with horror that he was enjoying himself 
thoroughly. The fact that she was writhing in pain did not seem to disturb 
him in the slightest! 

But Henderson had only begun to do his thing. When he saw his friend's wife 
staring at him in terror-stricken agony, the trouble shooter decided he 
could wait no longer. He had to fill her to the brim, and he reminded 
himself that there was supposed to be nothing gentle about this experience 
as far as Linda was concerned. Pulling his legs under him for better 
leverage, he thrust forward like a madman, spearing into her the entire 
length of his long muscular cock and never stopping until the thick bulbous 
tip struck home against the softly yielding inner cushion of her cervix. 

"Oh, oh God!" she groaned in anguish, never having felt so filled, so 
absolutely stuffed in her entire life. The sensation was not exactly pain, 
but likewise it was a long way from pleasure, and even in her right mind, 
Linda would have had some difficulty in describing exactly how she felt at 
this moment. Jack's thickly distended cock lay sunk deep within her like 
some strange serpent, twitching and jerking back and forth as it exerted an 
enormous fiery pressure against the stretched and tortured walls of her 
vagina. Linda was afraid to move lest it really began to hurt and she felt 
her mind going around in circles again and a sense of absolute confusion 
settling in once more. 

"How's it feel, baby?" he inquired cruelly, flexing his hotly embedded penis 
to make her groan again with the added pressure. 

There was no reply. Linda's eyes seemed to have gone out of focus and the 
young girl's defenseless body was once again completely limp, as if she were 
on the verge of fainting. 

Hm! Better get some life into this chick, the amateur psychiatrist decided 
brutally, and without further warning, he clamped his lips wetly down over 
her half opened mouth, simultaneously beginning a slow regular rocking 
motion with his hips. The young woman was still tight even though she had 
lost her virginity over a year ago, but Henderson could feel her loosening 
up with every long smooth stroke. It won't be long now, he assured himself 
confidently. She's getting pretty moist in there. This is a strange chick, 
but when they're flat on their back with a good man's cock stuck up inside 
of them, they're all about the same! 

Jack had reason to feel confident. After all, Linda had been visibly aroused 
a few minutes before when he had been lewdly licking and sucking at the soft 
sensitive flesh of her naked vagina. Now he had his heavy-duty equipment in 
action and it wouldn't be long before he had her squealing like a stuck pig, 
whether she wanted to or not! There was a deeply buried hot streak in this 
voluptuous blonde, he sensed, and all it would take was one really fantastic 
fuck to bring it boiling furiously to the surface. After this, Tim would 
have no problems with his new young wife! 

And up to a certain point, the engineer was correct. Slowly but surely, 
Linda seemed to be passing out of the comatose state into which she had 
drifted and her body was showing every sign of coming wildly to life. Her 
eyes still gazed dreamily at the ceiling, but her hips were now starting to 
answer him back, undulating slowly as he fucked into her with one long 
smooth lust-inciting stroke after another. 

But inside her head, there was a bizarre jumble of confused thoughts and 
dream-like images, and the dazed girl kept struggling valiantly to 
understand what this was all supposed to mean. One thing was clear to her, 
even in her confused condition: Things which had never happened to her 
before were starting to happen now and she could sense the lewd flames of 
real desire starting to course rapidly through her veins. Fantasies and 
erotic thoughts began to invade her brain, and they could not be driven away 
no matter how hard she tried. 

As Jack drove into her again and again, her mental state began to get worse 
and worse. At times she actually forgot who it was who was pummeling her so 
ruthlessly, sometimes thinking she was home with Tim, and sometimes with 
some completely stranger. Her body no longer answered her commands to lie 
still; for some reason her legs and arms were writhing and twitching 
incessantly and a long series of groans issued from her mouth, try as she 
might to hold them back. Suddenly, without understanding precisely why, she 
realized that she wanted all of this torment and more besides. Had Jack 
unexpectedly apologized and offered to let her go away, she would not have 
released her desperate hold on his neck. Grief cut into her like a sharp 
knife as she suddenly understood that she wanted to be abused like this more 
than anything else in the world. That was the trouble with Tim; he was too 
gentle! 

But all that Jack Henderson could see was the fact that the woman he was 
riding was reacting powerfully to his attentions, and he redoubled his 
efforts, wanting to make this a cum she would still be thinking about when 
she was eighty years old. The engineer realized that in the back of his mind 
he had really always wanted to screw Linda Powell, and the knowledge that 
she was now completely under his power almost drove him mad with lust. It 
was a perfect situation. Not only did her husband know and approve of what 
Jack was doing, but the poor bastard was hiding behind the door watching, 
seeing his best friend do in one night what he himself had failed to do for 
a full year! There had always been a certain sexual rivalry between the two 
men with the big handsome Tim Powell nearly always having the upper hand in 
the ladies department. Now the balance was being equalized a little. 

For Linda, all hint of physical discomfort had now completely disappeared. 
Her eyes were closed, but her tongue was snaking hotly up into the man's 
open mouth and the tiny kitten-like mewls of uninhibited pleasure were 
issuing uninterruptedly from her throat. Her mind seemed to have disappeared 
altogether and she was reduced to the lowest level of panting, sweating, 
lusting animal, rutting like a bitch in heat without any thought of tomorrow 
or the consequences of what she was doing and what was being done to her. 

To Jack, it was obvious that the repressed young woman was only a few steps 
away from the first real orgasm of her life. For a moment, he was tempted to 
go ahead and finish it for both of them, but then a new lewd idea popped 
into his head. This was supposed to be shock therapy, wasn't it? Well then, 
why not do something really shocking? 

Shifting his position slightly, the muscular young man slid his hands 
deliberately down underneath the soft, well-rounded cheeks of her buttocks, 
lifting her up so that her long tapered legs were forced up into the air as 
he inched his searching fingers ever closer to the small puckered entrance 
to her anus, hidden in the moist crevice between her writhing ass cheeks. 
With an extra effort, Henderson managed to slide the tip of his middle 
finger in between the fleshy nether cheeks to brush against the soft rubbery 
circle of her anus. 

"Ooooooohhhhhh," Linda crooned, not yet realizing precisely what he had in 
mind, but mindlessly enjoying the uncalled for stimulation. 

Seizing the opportunity, the engineer pushed again, testing the strength of 
her defenses. Instinctively, the young woman tightened the muscles in her 
anus, still not understanding clearly the nature of this lewd game, but by 
the time she was able to comprehend the obscene act he had in mind, it was 
far too late. Taking advantage of her confusion, the clever, unscrupulous 
trouble-shooter pushed even harder, feeling his middle finger plough past 
the weak elastic ring and up into the warm moistness of her rectum. 

"Uhhhhhh!" she grunted. This perverse penetration of her anus was not 
precisely painful, but it was the most humiliating thing he had done to her 
so far, and the young blonde was just conscious enough to realize the depths 
of shame into which she was being plunged to by this man. But Jack Henderson 
knew better than to give her a moment's respite. Continuing to excite her 
with long smooth lust-inciting strokes of his penis, he worked his middle 
finger around inside her cringing anus with a slow circular motion, 
gradually widening the vainly resisting opening while her buttocks thrashed 
wildly back and forth in a futile attempt to escape this depraved invasion. 

But for some reason, Linda was no longer really capable of concentrating on 
anything for very long, even an act as degenerate as this, and within a few 
minutes, Jack felt her body slip back into the normal rhythm of intercourse. 
Pursuing his initial advantage, the engineer followed the first finger with 
a second thrust cruelly deep into her tortured rectum, this time producing 
only a subdued murmur of protest from the girl's open mouth. Her outraged 
anus seemed to adjust itself with remarkable speed to this new insult, and 
her grunts and groans gradually changed from protest to delicious pleasure 
once again. 

Jack Henderson smiled grimly as he realized that yet another battle had been 
fought and won. After tonight, he assured himself proudly, she won't have an 
inhibition left in her whole gorgeous body, and I don't imagine she'll 
forget who it was who cured her of her little problem ... I can see the four 
of us having some real wild times together, just like the good old days, 
only better! 

The girl, in the meantime, was hopelessly impaled from this corrupt dual 
invasion of her loins, and she moaned and cried beneath him, her body 
undulating maddeningly as her strange cruel lover manipulated her anus with 
his probing fingers, and speared into her with renewed energy at the same 
time, his lust-swollen cock fucking in and out of her like the drive shaft 
on a locomotive. 

But this depraved game was not destined to go on all night. From behind the 
door, Giovanna and Tim could both see quite plainly that Tim's wife was on 
the verge of a violent orgasm. Jack had deliberately slowed her down with 
his vile ravishment of her buttocks a few minutes before, but now she was 
coming on strong again and nothing could cheat her out of it now. 

"Christ, what has he got that I haven't," grumbled Tim moodily, watching his 
wife begin to croon and chant as Jack pummeled her violently on the bed. 
"I've been trying for a year to get some kind of reaction out of her and all 
I could get out of the little bitch was protests and that it hurt!" 

"Oh, for heaven's sake, Tim!" Giovanna protested sharply. "This is hardly 
the time to start getting jealous. It's just that Jack's shock therapy is 
working, that's all. She needed a little jolt to get her going." 

"Did you need a jolt to get you going?" Tim snapped bitterly. 

"I certainly did," the black-haired girl insisted innocently. "Why if my 
Uncle Max hadn't done it to me when I was fourteen, I might still be a 
virgin!" 

"But ... I don't know, it's just a little hard to take, having her turn on 
like that for him when she never did for me ... all right. I'm jealous, but 
she's my wife, damn it!" 

"Timothy Powell! Have you forgotten that I'm Jack's wife? Perhaps you 
remember how you were fucking me in the mouth a little while ago when they 
walked in!" 

"Yeah, and she'll probably let him do that to her, too, before they're 
finished. Christ, the two of them are going to go on all night! Wait till I 
get my hands on that little bitch!" 

"Tim, you're forgetting the plan," Giovanna protested. "As soon as they're 
finished, the two of us are supposed to run in and jump in next to them and 
do the wildest things we can think of. Don't wreck everything now!" 

But Powell was no longer listening to advice. His eyes were glued to the 
lewd spectacle before him and he could not find it in his heart to forgive 
his young wife for becoming so heated up with his partner when she had 
always been a perfect block of ice as far as he was concerned. As he 
watched, Linda's legs were climbing up until her ankles crossed over Jack's 
broad muscular back and she was chanting beneath him in obscene rhythm with 
his fucking, her normally placid face now contorted into a barely 
recognizable mask of naked lust. Her nipples looked like miniature hand 
grenades, ready to explode at any minute as they dug fiercely into Jack's 
heaving chest and her whole body began to shake and shiver as if she were 
suddenly suffering from an intense chill. 

Then she spoke her first intelligible words since Jack had first stripped 
her naked and thrown her defenseless body on the bed. 

"Oh, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she screamed, now very alive to what was 
going on around and inside her own ecstatically aroused body. This was a 
brand new experience for the girl and in her present mental condition, she 
held nothing back, feeling her cunt flower open to him like never before and 
her orgiastic fluids gushing out around his hard pistoning rod like a dam 
bursting before the spring torrents. This was the moment that Jack Henderson 
had been waiting for all evening, and he worked like a fiend to make it as 
good as possible for the two of them. Sailing into ecstasy himself, he felt 
her body rise up to meet him as if she were being lifted by some invisible 
platform, the thrusting pink lips of her vagina sucking at him fiercely as 
if she were suddenly possessed with an intense desire to milk him dry. Her 
breath was short and harsh as if there were little strength left in her 
voluptuously heaving body and she was giving up the last of it in this one 
supreme act. 

It was the longest, most powerful orgasm any of the four of them had never 
witnessed or experienced, seeming to go on for hours, to go on forever. Jack 
had held out as long as was humanly possible, but her ecstasy excited him 
beyond endurance, and with a groan, the engineer began to cum endlessly into 
her and for a moment the two of them were so tightly locked together their 
bodies almost fused. 

When it was over, Linda's legs went suddenly limp as if someone had abruptly 
let go of a puppet's strings, her heart pounding like mad in her chest and 
her sweat-covered body feeling supremely beaten and broken by this 
terrifying experience. Her brain seemed completely cold and vacant, as if 
she had just awakened from a long sleep, confused and unhappy. Only vaguely 
understanding what had happened to her and what this was all supposed to 
mean, she was too tired even to close her legs as Jack Henderson pulled his 
glistening cock free of her battered young vagina and sat up panting on the 
side of the bed. 

"Just a matter of proper engineering," he seemed to be saying to someone in 
the hallway, but Linda's brain refused to function anymore, and she closed 
her eyes, beaten and exhausted. 

"That's all it was," Henderson repeated again. "An engineering problem." 

Chapter FIVE 

"Well, I'll tell you one thing!" Tim Powell exploded, his face reddening 
with violent anger. "I'm going to fuck that little bitch right now, and fuck 
her till her ass falls off! She's had it in her all along! There's nothing 
frigid about her!" 

The enraged engineer strode wrathfully into the Hendersons' bedroom, his 
fists clenched in murderous fury, while Giovanna trailed along behind him 
trying to hold him back, fearful that a fight was about to break out. 

"What's the matter, buddy?" asked Jack sincerely, looking up with a puzzled 
expression on his face from the side of the bed where he was sitting. "Come 
on, you guys, it's time for act two! Everything's going just like the book." 

"We're throwing out the book, chum," muttered the big trouble-shooter 
menacingly. "I'm not mad at you but there's something going on here which is 
just a little bit strange and I think Linda and I ought to have a little 
chat." 

"Okay, Tim, whatever you say," said Jack Henderson agreeably, seeing that 
his friend was powerfully upset and having learned from ten year's 
experience with this man not to get in his way when he was angry. "But 
everything was going perfectly! I don't know what you're so pissed off 
about." 

"Maybe it's finding out that I married a cheap little whore," snapped the 
big man hotly. "Come on, you two, clear out of here! Linda and I have got 
some settling of accounts to do." 

Seeing that the situation was now hopelessly out of control, Jack Henderson 
seized his wife by the hand, and the two of them did what they were told, 
closing the door behind them as they went. Linda Powell still had not moved 
from the position she had been left in when Jack had removed his body from 
hers, her long cream--white legs spread lasciviously apart and her eyes open 
and staring sightlessly at the ceiling. The girl was fully conscious, 
despite her appearance but psychologically, she was withdrawn totally within 
herself, barely aware of what was going on around her. Her well used vagina 
felt warm and full and she realized without really thinking about it that 
the excess sperm deposited there a few minutes previously was oozing slowly 
out of her cuntal lips and dampening the mattress below, but somehow she 
lazily felt no impulse to close her legs or cover her nakedness. 

Her husband was in the room, and he was shouting something at her, but the 
words refused to fit themselves into intelligible sentences and Linda was 
too tired to try and understand. It was all so very complicated . . . how 
could she explain what she was feeling inside of her at this moment. . . the 
young blonde girl was vaguely happy that her husband was here beside her and 
when the fire in her brain had dwindled, they would talk and everything 
would be fine again. But Tim was angry about something . . . she was so 
tired. 

"You bitch!" he was screaming. "Behaving like a goddamn mother superior with 
me for all these months and then turning into a first class whore when 
another man sticks his cock into your sweet little cunt!" 

There was no response and Linda continued to gaze at her husband with a long 
melancholy expression. To Tim, it seemed as if she were mocking him for his 
inadequacy as a man, and his anger increased drastically. 

"Talk to me, bitch!" he screamed, now beside himself with rage. "Did 
Henderson fuck you senseless? This is your husband speaking to you!" 

But there was still no reply and Tim Powell suddenly became conscious of how 
ridiculous he must look, standing there bare-ass naked with half an 
erection, screaming at a woman who was too satisfied even to answer him. 
Frustration doubled his rage, and in a genuine fit of madness, he stooped to 
the floor and slid the belt out of his business partner's discarded pants. 
The combination of lust, liquor and disappointment was too much for the 
young trouble-shooter and for a few minutes he was temporarily out of his 
mind with anger. 

"Won't talk, eh," he bellowed. "Let's see if we can't beat a word or two out 
of you." 

Without a moment's delay, the thick leather whip sailed through the air, 
catching the dazed blonde woman across the fullness of her ripe high-set 
breasts. 

"Aaaaaagggggghhh!!!" she screamed, the sharp unexpected pain now penetrating 
her private haze and waking her into a semi-consciousness. However, inside 
her confused, staggered brain, Linda interpreted the pain as a good thing. 
Earlier, Jack had hurt her and then brought her pleasure immediately 
afterwards, and in her unbalanced frame of mind, she was beginning to make 
an association between the two sensations: pain was the beginning of 
pleasure; first came the hurt and then the happiness. Obediently, the girl 
threw her arms out wide, slightly spreading her legs and offering herself up 
for another lash of the whip. To Tim, the gesture looked like defiance, and 
he roared with fury and reared back for another strike. 

"You fucking whore!" he growled, just before the belt went sailing through 
the air again, this time landing on the delicate bruised skin of her velvety 
loins, causing her to double up in agony, groaning incessantly. It's all 
right, she was telling herself in the floating mists of her consciousness. 
After he has hurt me, he will come into me and make me happy. That's the way 
it is. 

"For a year I've been treating you like a baby!" Tim snarled at her, his 
anger now totally uncontrollable. "Now I'm going to start treating you like 
the bitch and whore and filthy tramp you are!" 

None of this made any particular sense to the young wife, but she obediently 
spread her legs even farther apart, exciting the furious man with the 
lust-provoking sight of her delicate hair-lined vaginal crevice, moist and 
damp from the unwanted sexual encounter she had just finished. Tim Powell 
found that whipping the naked flesh of his own wife had aroused him 
frantically, and his cock was once again hard and erect, despite his violent 
anger. He hesitated for a moment, then remembered his original intention. He 
had come into this room with the idea of fucking her senseless; why wait any 
longer? 

With a savage grunt, he threw his hard muscular body on top of her lush 
feminine figure, wasting no time with preliminaries and ramming his 
rock-hard cock immediately up into the moist softness of her cum-flooded 
cunt, stuffing her all the way to the hilt. Normally Linda was dry and 
resistant even when she was doing her best to be a good wife and satisfy 
him. Now she was moist and well lubricated, her dilated vagina still 
palpitating and wet from her encounter with Jack Henderson a few minutes 
before, and that fact only further enraged the hurt young husband. 

Wasting no more time, he began to fuck into his dazed wife's overworked cunt 
with hard brutal strokes, not particularly caring whether he hurt her or 
not, and in fact hoping that he was. Filled with a sadistic desire to punish 
her, he fully expected her to cry out with pain as his massive rod of flesh 
skewered into the softness of her tender belly, and he was prepared to 
ignore her piteous cries for mercy. 

But if she was being hurt, Linda gave no sign of it. Surprisingly, the 
bewildered bride reaction as if she were totally accustomed to this kind of 
treatment and were loving every minute of it, undulating her hips upward and 
wrapping her arms around his neck, unexpectedly and rapidly becoming excited 
all over again! 

"Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she began to chant tonelessly under her 
breath as he charged into her with one searing stroke after another. She was 
still turned on from her experience with Jack a few minutes before, and she 
had no difficulty reacting passionately to this new lover, given the 
confusion and disorder in her mind. Unfortunately, Tim understood none of 
this, only observing that she was still behaving like a debased whore, and 
this angered him even more. His hard driving loins smacking loudly into the 
milk-white skin of her belly, the furious young husband fucked his delicate 
young wife like the lowest whore on the street, ravaging her brutally and 
cursing her steadily as he lunged into her with one heartless stroke after 
another. 

In Linda's battered abused body, there was no longer any pain or fear, only 
the delicious sexual excitement of being hurt and then loved by another 
strong man so soon after the first one had left her. Her awakened loins were 
now virtually insatiable; dreamily, she felt that she could go on like this 
all night long, taking one man after another. They could hit her first if 
they liked, and then come stabbing into her belly as roughly as they 
pleased. Nothing they did would be too shameful and humiliating for her now. 
She had changed, and changed for good. 

"More, more, more," she chanted mindlessly as her remorseless husband 
belabored her poor over stimulated body, fucking in and out of her exhausted 
cunt with all the merciless strength in his hard unyielding body. 
Instinctively she began to move her body the way she had with Jack 
Henderson, knowing that it had pleased Jack and naively thinking that she 
could delight this new man in the same way. Her softly searching hands 
rippled across the powerful flexing muscles in his broad back, her 
fingernails scratching lightly across his skin as she tried to pull her 
husband closer and deeper into the bottomless depths of her churning loins. 

Before either one of them knew what was happening, the spasmodic orgasm was 
upon her, this time even more powerful than it had been before, and she 
gripped Tim so tightly with her hands that she actually hurt his arms, as 
she strained with every ounce of strength in her body toward the spasm 
burning wildly in the pit of her stomach and spreading violently out of 
control in all directions. Linda's long tapered legs were curling 
desperately up around his back and the muscles in her neck stood out as she 
strove for yet another release. 

Tim fought back, sensing somehow that he had lost the initiative and knowing 
he had to get it back. Cruelly, he battered her, but in another moment he 
realized with a shock that it was all totally useless. She was no longer 
really conscious of him as her husband or even a human being; he was a cock 
with a faceless body attached to it, and he was serving her, not the other 
way around. With a snarl, the young engineer tried to disengage himself, but 
even this move came too late. 

"Ohhhhhhhh!" she crooned with a long low gurgle which sounded more animal 
than human. "I'm . . . I'm cumming again." 

The announcement was hardly necessary. Even though her genuine sex life was 
really only a half-hour old, the dazed young blonde was experiencing another 
body-shaking orgasm, her firm cuntal muscles clasping so tightly around her 
husband's aching cock that he found it physically impossible to withdraw his 
sensitive male-flesh from her body. Instead, the added pressure caught him 
off guard and drove him inexorably towards his own violent release. With an 
involuntary groan, Tim felt himself cumming endlessly into the young woman's 
writhing body, filling her already passion-drenched little cunt with yet 
another sticky hot load of cum. 

"Okay, bitch, you win this round," he growled at her cruelly, still 
irrationally angry over what he considered to be her adulterous betrayal of 
him with Jack Henderson. "But wait till I get you home." There was no reply 
and for a moment, Tim rested where he was, trying to catch his breath and 
waiting for Linda to say something. 

"Ain't no use, buddy," commented Henderson, suddenly entering the bedroom 
with Giovanna tripping nakedly behind him. "I ain't a doctor, but I think 
your little wife is out cold." 

A second glance confirmed this diagnosis. As the last contractions of her 
orgiastic spasm faded away, Linda had closed her eyes and drifted off into 
the welcome bliss of unconsciousness, leaving her husband to withdraw his 
slowly deflating cock from her motionless body. 

"Shit, she really is out," he exclaimed with some alarm. "Hey, maybe we 
ought to get a doctor . . . maybe we hurt her!" 

"Take it easy, Tim," counseled the dark-haired woman calmly. "She's just 
been fucked half to death and the poor kid isn't used to it! Come into the 
living room and let's talk this over. I think we've accomplished what we 
were trying to do and we all deserve a drink. We'll cover Linda with a sheet 
and let her sleep." 

"My God ... my poor little wife," groaned Tim Powell, doing a complete 
about-face and now sincerely regretting his roughness with her a few minutes 
before. "God, what have I done to her?" 

Jack Henderson threw a comforting arm around his friend's shoulders and led 
him out of the bedroom while Giovanna made the sleeping blonde woman 
comfortable and covered her with a light linen sheet. 

"No, I think we brought it off, after all," he said seriously, lighting a 
cigarette and motioning Tim into an easy chair. "The shock to her system 
must have been enormous, and maybe your little mad act at the end was just 
what the doctor ordered, even though we didn't have it in the original 
script. She was obviously shocked out of her wits and there was nothing cold 
about the way she reacted to either one of us. You told me she'd never had 
an orgasm before in her life and now she's cum twice in an hour. I'd call 
that real great progress, wouldn't you?" 

"Yeah, I suppose so," grumbled the taller man, still not entirely satisfied. 
"But I still can't see why she turned on for you when she never did for me! 
And she was acting mighty strange in there. Almost as if she didn't even 
know who it was who was fucking her." 

"Just the shock, man, just the shock! A lot of strange things started 
happening to that little chick just over an hour ago, and it unbalanced her 
a little. She'll be fine in the morning, and everything'll be perfect. 
You'll see." 

"But why you and not me?" Powell insisted, still riled by this one remaining 
doubt. 

"Because it took another man - any other man would do to supply the 
necessary shock element. You're her husband and it just isn't shocking to go 
to bed with your own husband. Besides she saw you banging Giovanna, and that 
must have gotten her started in the right direction. No, make no mistake 
about it, you've got a real passionate chick there! 

"Everything's going to be perfect," added Giovanna, sitting nakedly in front 
of the fireplace and smiling up enthusiastically at the two men. "You just 
wait and see." 

Inside the bedroom, Linda Powell turned in her sleep, dreaming some strange 
indescribable dream. The shock therapy had been successful to a point, and 
her case of frigidity had been cured forever, there was no longer any room 
for doubt on this point. But there remained one little problem. 

Linda Powell was now out of her mind. 

Chapter SIX 

"Good God, Tim!" Henderson exploded with irritation. "You're an hour late, 
man, and we're supposed to be on the other side of town right now." 

"Sorry, fella, I... I was unavoidably delayed," mumbled the other man, not 
meeting his partner's eyes as he entered their spacious, comfortable office 
in the Williams Building. 

"Yeah, you've been unavoidably delayed three days this week . . . hey, are 
you feeling all right these days? You look sort of hung over to me! Haven't 
been hitting the bottle, have you?" 

"No, no, nothing like that. . . it's just that Linda . . . you know how it 
is in the morning, you kiss your wife good-by and one thing leads to another 
..." 

The tall blond engineer grinned sheepishly at his long time friend and 
slumped tiredly down behind his desk, hoping that the discussion would end 
there. But Henderson was now interested, since all of this was due to his 
expert handiwork, and he was anxious to know for sure that his experiment 
had been a success. 

"Yeah? So it's come to that? I notice you're going home for lunch these 
days, too. Really getting some action, eh?" 

"Yes, but you know, friend, there is such a thing as too much of a good 
thing," Tim Powell admitted reluctantly, "I've always thought of myself as a 
guy who'll take all that he can get, of almost anything, but Linda's . . . 
well, she's sort of making up for lost time, if you know what I mean." 

"There's some things you can never get too much of, old buddy," suggested 
Henderson lewdly, congratulating himself inwardly on the success of his 
first venture into psychotherapy. "And I think screwing is one of them!" 

"Well, I don't know, Jack," the engineer confessed awkwardly. "I mean, Linda 
wants it all the time, morning, noon and night. When I walk in the door 
after work, she's already got the covers turned down on the bed and she's 
raring to go. We've got a full work schedule these days, and it's starting 
to wear me out, that's all." 

"Man, everybody should have troubles like yours," laughed Jack, still not 
taking the matter too seriously. "This is probably still a reaction from our 
shock treatment, and she'll work her way back to normal before very long." 

"Maybe, but it seems to be getting worse," stammered Powell, his eyes still 
evasive. "And there are other things, too ..." 

"Like what?" 

"Well, she doesn't seem really normal, buddy. In other things, I mean. Like 
she hardly ever talks and you remember how chatty she used to be. You ask 
her a question and sometimes she doesn't even answer, like she's off in some 
dream world of her own. And she's completely given up housework and the 
house is a mess. I've had to take my clothing to a laundromat for the past 
week now or I wouldn't have had a clean shirt to come to work in. She seems 
to sit around staring off into space and the only time you get any activity 
out of her is in bed. It's like she was in a fog all of the time." 

"Hmmm, I wonder what my book says about that. Come on, we'd better get out 
on the job, or Williams'll have both our asses. We can worry about this over 
lunch." 

"Can't. I've got to go home for lunch." * * * In twenty seven years of 
running a hardware store, Mr. George McGlinty had some pretty strange 
customers, and he often entertained his friends over a beer at the bowling 
alley telling about the assorted oddballs and nuts who wandered in off the 
streets, but today did not seem like the kind of day with even one good 
story in it. 

He was dusting the nail bins around three o'clock, when he noticed the young 
blonde woman staring in the window. She was a young lady worth looking at, 
too, dressed in an extremely abbreviated miniskirt, and quite obviously not 
wearing a brassiere, even though she had a very substantial pair of breasts 
which swayed provocatively as she moved. But there was a dazed, troubled 
expression on her face which puzzled McGlinty and the storekeeper guessed 
that she was one of those women who are made nervous by the rough masculine 
atmosphere of a hardware store. Probably her husband had sent her down for 
some item of equipment and she had forgotten exactly what it was called. 

Pretending not to watch, McGlinty studied her out of the corner of one eye 
as she walked hesitantly into the store, looking nervously back out at the 
street, as if she were afraid of being seen by someone. 

"What can I do for you, Ma'am?" McGlinty asked, politely, wiping his hands 
on his apron as he approached. Man, what tits, he was thinking lewdly as he 
waited for her reply. Sure would love to feel those big beauties. Wonder why 
her husband lets her wander around dressed like that! 

But the voluptuous young blonde failed to respond to his question, instead 
looking around her uncertainly as if she were searching for something, but 
did not know the proper name for it. 

"Maybe you could describe what you're looking for Ma'am . . . McGlinty 
began, anxious to be helpful. 

"Whips, she said suddenly, her voice low and husky as if she were suffering 
from some emotional problem. "Do you have any whips?" 

"Just a regular whip," she insisted, her bright blue eyes boring into his so 
hotly that for a moment, McGlinty suspected that she might be an escapee 
from the insane asylum on the other side of town. 

"We used to have whips ..." the merchant stammered, completely puzzled by 
all of this. "... in my father's time when folks kept horses, we had buggy 
whips. Remember 'em from when I was a little fella, but..." 

"Yes," the young woman cried excitedly. "Give me one of those." 

"But we don't have 'em anymore, Ma'am," he apologized lamely. "Been a long 
time since I seen a horse 'n buggy on Main Street! Maybe if you could 
explain what you want a whip for, I could suggest somethin' else that would 
do just as good. Is it for a dog, maybe?" 

"A rope like that," the girl pointed, her movements awkward and jerky as if 
she were a marionette being worked by strings. "You could use that for a 
whip!" 

"I suppose you could," McGlinty conceded, picking up the rope she had 
indicated and weighing it in his hands. "Sure hate to get hit with this ..." 
He looked up sharply, seeing that the woman had stepped strangely close to 
him, her heavy lust-arousing breasts only inches away from his hands. In her 
eyes, there was a pleading forlorn look, and the storekeeper involuntarily 
took a step backwards, not quite knowing how to behave. 

"Do you want to fuck me?" she whispered unexpectedly, stepping even closer 
and reaching out towards him, her hands visibly trembling with emotion. "Is 
there a back room?" 

It was difficult to tell which one of them was more upset at this moment. At 
the bowling alley, McGlinty was known as a man who did a lot of talking 
about his adventures with the ladies, despite the grey hairs on his 
forehead, but anyone who had taken a good look at Mrs. McGlinty had serious 
reason to doubt that the store owner ever really had any of the experiences 
he described, at least as far as women were concerned. 

The tall willowy blonde girl had taken one of the storekeeper's hands and 
pressed it firmly against her ripe succulent breasts, and the shaken 
merchant could feel her nipple, hard and swollen, pressing back urgently 
against the palm of his hand. He looked over her shoulder out at the street 
in haste, suddenly worried that one of his wife's friends would chance to 
walk by and see him standing belly to belly with this tall wild-eyed blonde 
creature, his hands pressed lewdly over her voluptuous young body. This is 
too good to pass up, he told himself, his mind in a muddle over this 
unexpected privilege which was being offered to him. Maybe it's some kind of 
practical joke, or an initiation for one of them sororities, but you gotta 
take your chances. Wait till the boys at the bowling alley hear about this! 
They'll never believe me! I'm not sure I believe it myself! 

"Yeah, honey," he said, speaking gruffly to cover his nervousness. "Come on 
with me, I'll show you a real good time, I can promise ..." 

"Bring the rope!" she ordered urgently, her brightly feverish eyes narrowed 
with lust. 

"Why?" he gaped, caught thoroughly off balance by this strange new request. 

"You have to hit me first," she told him, her voice unbelievably low and 
throaty as she bent forward towards him, her eyes locked on his and her 
hands reaching out to cup his genitals. "You have to hurt me and then make 
me do it, even if I say no . . . Don't stop if I scream a little ..." 

It was too much. Knowing he was going to hate himself for this the moment 
she was out of sight and that he was passing up the chance for the story of 
his life for the boys at the bowling alley, McGlinty decided that this chick 
was out of his league. Pressing the rope into her hands, he steered her 
gently towards the door, muttering incoherently, giving her a firm little 
shove to make sure she kept moving. She stood on the street, the coiled rope 
cradled in her arms like a baby, staring madly in the display window at him 
as he hurriedly put up his "Out to Lunch" sign, even though it was three 
o'clock in the afternoon, and disappeared out the back door of the shop, 
heading for the bar across the street. He needed a fast one to get his 
nerves in order and it was only after the second whiskey that he remembered 
that he had forgotten to charge her for the rope. 

"Jack, I think we'd better get Linda to a doctor. I'm really worried now, 
and I don't think we'd better try any more experiments either. I think she 
might have gone around the bend." 

"Oh Christ!" responded the other man worriedly, setting his beer down on the 
counter and lighting a cigarette. The two engineers had been working 
separately that day, but Tim had called his partner late in the afternoon 
and proposed a drink at the local bar before returning home, saying that he 
had something urgent to discuss. 

"What's happening specifically?" Jack Henderson demanded, his keenly 
scientific mind ready to go to work on this perplexing new problem. "Has she 
turned back into an ice-box again?" 

"Shit no, it's worse than ever. No man alive could satisfy her sexual 
demands and I'm not even sure that a team of specially trained athletes 
could do the trick either! She wants it more than ever! When my poor tired 
cock gives out, I use my tongue, and when that gets too tired I use my hand, 
and she cums and cums and cums again, and then wants to start all over!" 

"Wow! Maybe our therapy was a little on the strong side." 

"But wait, you haven't heard the worst of it. The other night she asked me 
to hit her ..." 

"To hit her?" responded Henderson incredulously. 

"For Christ's sake, keep your voice down, this isn't something I want the 
whole Goddamn bar to know about. Yes, we were going to bed and I was getting 
ready for a long night's work when she gets this rope out of her handbag and 
says that she's been a bad girl because she hasn't done the housework 
recently, and tells me that I should punish her for it." 

"So what did you do?" 

"Well, first I tried to talk to her, but talking to Linda these days is a 
waste of time. She just sits there with that crazy blank expression on her 
face and then says the same thing she was saying before you started to talk. 
It's like she doesn't really hear you any more. So after I explained that I 
loved her and I don't want to hit her with a rope, she looked at me with 
that same innocent expression and gave me the same business about being a 
bad girl and deserving to be punished." 

"So what did you do? You always did like a little rough stuff once in 
awhile, if I recall correctly." 

"Yeah, well maybe once in awhile, but nothing far out like this. She seems 
so unhappy, and I want her to enjoy herself, so I tried it a couple of 
times, but I felt like a character out of one of those cheap French novels. 
I mean, it just isn't natural, Jack, and we've got to take her to a doctor!" 

"Look, this is probably still the readjustment from our shock treatment. 
She's new at this whole business of having a wild sex life, and she's trying 
all sorts of things just to discover herself. Just explain to her that 
whipping is not your cup of tea, and stay close to her until she gets over 
it. I tell you if you let her take one step inside a shrink's office, you'll 
spend the rest of your life regretting it. My cousin once went to a 
psychiatrist and he said the guy was crazier than he was." 

"Okay, Jack, maybe you're right. We'll give her another week." * * * The 
last time that Murphy lost his liquor license, the police report had 
described Murphy's Bar and Grill as a "dirty, poorly lighted hole which is 
well known as a hang-out for the refuse of society; pimps and prostitutes, 
drug addicts and pushers, criminals and con men, bums and homosexuals. 

The description had appeared in a local newspaper, and Murphy had been 
highly flattered by this eloquent statement of actual fact. The clipping was 
now getting a little yellow with age, but it was still hanging proudly over 
the bar, just below a photograph of Murphy himself which had been taken by 
the police photographer on the occasion of his arrest in connection with the 
transfer of some slightly warm merchandise which had taken place on the 
premises. Murphy always swore that it was the best picture of him that had 
ever been taken. 

Tonight, the usual gang was in attendance, although the light was so poor 
that you could hardly see them all at once. Hanging over the marble-top bar 
talking to Murphy about some nefarious piece of business was Luke, the local 
second-story man, who had sold many a stolen bit of merchandise to his 
fellow clients at Murphy's. In the corner talking to one of his prostitutes 
was the towering and fearful figure of Ted Simonson, a gigantic black haired 
man who was much respected in the area for his personal success story. 
Starting his own business at the age of seventeen with only his younger 
sister and one rather chubby aunt, he had gradually expanded his commercial 
activities to the point where he now profited from the activities of forty 
two girls, only a dozen or so of whom actually had syphilis at the moment. 
In the back room, there was a well-used, battered pool table, and the game 
in progress was known to have begun after Murphy's last stay in prison in 
1967 and to have continued virtually without interruption ever since, 
despite minor changes in the personalities who wielded the pool cues. Master 
of this activity was Chubs, a fat belligerent man who reigned as the local 
pool shark, making a meager but regular living off the occasional suckers 
who drifted in off the street to try their hand at beating the champion. 

Usually, however, no one came into Murphy's who did not know exactly what he 
was getting himself into. The average tourist or passerby who felt in the 
mood for a cold beer on a hot day would shun a place like this like the 
plague. One glance would inform the least sophisticated teenager that this 
was an excellent place to get himself robbed, raped, murdered or some subtly 
unpleasant combination of all three. An occasional newcomer would wander in 
to pick up a girl and be allowed to wander out again in the company of one 
of Ted's young ladies, since there was a local morality which prevented 
Luke, for example from picking the pocket of a man trying to give his money 
to Ted. Naturally, if one of the whores in question found herself in an 
elegant apartment, she would repay the courtesy by stealing a door key to 
make things easier for Luke when he came to pay an uninvited midnight call 
on the unfortunate lover. But the man or woman who ventured in alone was 
anybody's game and the spoils went to the hustler who hustled fastest. 

"There will be no murders on the premises," Murphy was fond of saying, 
"unless absolutely necessary." * * * Linda shivered violently as she steered 
the big luxury car unsteadily over to the curb and parked. The thoughts 
drifting through the deranged young woman's head were vague and fragmentary 
and she looked around herself with absolute terror, wondering what part of 
town she could possibly be in at this hour of night. Nothing looked 
familiar, and the only light was the neon sign from a nearby bar called 
Murphy's. Suppose Tim wakes up and finds I'm gone? she kept asking herself. 
What will he do? 

Why did you come here? she questioned herself unhappily, what are you 
looking for? The troubled young woman shook her head in something close to 
despair. Questions, questions, there were a million questions in her 
weakened mind and not one decent answer. She had awakened in the middle of 
the night feeling that strange agonizing sensation all over again. 
Desperately needing to talk to someone, she had tried to wake Tim up to get 
him to make love to her again and bring her the only relief which was 
possible for her, but her husband was utterly exhausted and had simply 
rolled over on his stomach, put the pillow over his head, and promptly gone 
back to sleep. 

Why did you come here? Linda looked down at her voluptuous body, trying to 
remember what had been going through her mind when she left the house at 
two-thirty in the morning, driving off into the dead of night. She was 
dressed in the same short minidress she had worn that terrible night when 
she and Tim had gone to visit with Jack and Giovanna. For some reason, she 
had a terrible compulsion to wear this dress, and had fallen into the 
strange habit of putting it on during the day while Jack was away at the 
office. It had now grown tattered and soiled, and she repressed a sob as she 
studied herself in the rear-view mirror, realizing that she looked like the 
cheapest slut on the street. 

Why did you come here? She was shivering again, trying to concentrate, 
trying to pull herself together and remember. She was looking for something, 
something which would ease the aching, the longing deep within her loins. 
Where was she? The sign said Murphy's Bar and Grill. Was it here, the 
satisfaction, the peace she was longing for? Why did she come here? 

Unsteadily, the young blonde woman emerged from the car, leaving the door 
open behind her as she stumbled across the pavement towards the open door of 
the bar. Dressing, in the semi-darkness of her bedroom, she had forgotten to 
fasten the top few buttons on her short, inadequate dress, and her lush, 
well developed body was dangerously exposed, the tempting swell of her full 
succulent breasts showing over the top of her tattered dress. 

"Well, lookit what we got here!" called a raucously lecherous voice as she 
entered the dark shadowy bar, her eyes roaming dreamily over the scene which 
confronted her. There was fly paper hanging from the ceiling where a big 
rusty fan turned languidly, barely disturbing the fetid smoking air of the 
place. Murphy silenced the joker with a warning frown and moved to the 
center of the bar, running a damp rag over the marble surface as he surveyed 
the strange arrival with genuine interest. The appearance of a girl like 
this - obviously someone with real class, but dressed like a bum - in the 
middle of the night was something rather unusual, and Murphy had not yet 
decided how to handle the situation. For starters, it was always wisest to 
play it straight, and he arranged his evil, weather-beaten features into the 
semblance of a smile and addressed her respectfully. 

"What'll it be, Miss?" he inquired, wondering if she could possibly be lost 
and want directions. 

"Uh? ..." the girl seemed surprised that he should ask such a question and 
Murphy changed his mind again, now shrewdly concluding that she was already 
drunk out of her mind. 

"I asked what you'd like to have, lady." he said again, his politeness 
descending another notch. With a visible effort, however, the young woman 
pulled herself together enough to answer his question. 

"A whiskey," she stammered. "A whiskey." 

"Any special kind?" he inquired, trying to decide precisely what kind of a 
sucker this was and how she should be handled. The girl had a body which was 
pure dynamite, something that any damn fool could observe, since most of it 
was plainly visible, and as she slowly hoisted herself onto a bar stool, her 
short flimsy skirt rode up another few inches, giving everyone in the bar a 
good look at her long cream-white thighs. A real classy bitch, everyone in 
the room thought in unison. But what the hell is she doing here? 

"Any kind of whiskey," she responded dully, the same dreamy, vacant look 
invading her serious blue eyes. For the first time since 1967, the pool game 
in the back room broke up and men came filtering out to take a good look at 
this incredible young woman. Linda felt a dozen lewd eyes staring at her 
lustfully and began to feel a hot, nervous blush stealing up over her face, 
and she self-consciously fumbled with the buttons on her dress, impelled by 
a natural desire to cover herself more completely in the presence of all 
these lecherous men. Her hands trembled as she played with the buttons, and 
she succeeded only in unbuttoning two more, exposing her full deep breasts 
even farther, an accident which delighted all those who were watching. 

Murphy glanced meaningfully at his cohorts as he studied this unusually 
nervous business going on in front of him, since from where he stood, it 
looked like a deliberately provocative gesture. Why was the bitch 
unbuttoning her dress? Wasn't there enough of her showing already? They 
would be happy to look at whatever she chose to show them, but there was 
something very strange going on here, and Murphy had still not quite figured 
out what it was. 

Linda looked with surprise at the drink before her, having forgotten that 
she ordered it. Feeling embarrassed and ill at ease, she drank it off 
quickly, choking a little as the cheap bar whiskey burned its way searingly 
down her untrained throat. 

"You musta been thirsty, lady," commented Murphy, exchanging a glance with 
Ted Simonson. "You want another shot?" 

Linda nodded dumbly, and the bartender poured her another glass, thinking 
that even if nothing else developed, he would at least sell her some 
whiskey. He watched as the young blonde beauty swallowed the second whiskey 
and then the old bartender's instinct in him took over. Don't ever let a 
drunk get too many drinks ahead of you! 

"That'll be a buck-fifty, lady," he informed her. "We like to have our 
customers pay when they're served." 

"Uh?" she looked him in the eye questioningly, as she had not understood. 

"A buck-fifty," he enunciated more clearly. "One dollar and fifty cents." 

Another circle of confusion settled over the bewildered young housewife, and 
she looked around her wildly, half expecting to see Tim step up with his 
wallet out and pay the sum requested. A thought was penetrating the swirling 
mists in her head: he was asking for money. She did not have any money. She 
had brought nothing with her when she left the house. 

"I'll go home and get some money," she offered, sliding uneasily off the bar 
stool and taking a couple of tentative steps toward the door. "I forgot my 
purse." 

"Honey, you're the best looking deadbeat we've had in here for many a year," 
Murphy commented laconically, motioning to Luke to intercept her as she 
hurried frightened towards the door. The bartender watched impassively as 
the second-story man sprang agilely across the sawdust covered floor, 
seizing the terrified young stranger by one delicate arm and dragging her 
back to the bar. 

"Ted, take a quick look around outside," Murphy commanded, promptly taking 
charge of the situation. "Make sure she hasn't got anyone with her." 

"Righto," responded the pimp, and he moved his big bulky body to the door, 
glancing right and left before pulling his head back and announcing that the 
coast was clear. 

Murphy studied the shivering girl in front of him, thinking hard. There were 
a variety of interesting things he could do with this little bitch, but for 
the moment, a little personal pleasure might be in order, after which he 
could begin to think in terms of personal profit. Letting her walk out of 
here untouched was positively the last thing in his mind. 

"Now Miss, you owe us a dollar and fifty cents and yet you claim you don't 
have any money," he muttered at her menacingly, pretending to be upset about 
the two whiskeys he had fed her. 

"I'm sorry," she managed to stammer unhappily. "I assure you that I'll pay 
just as soon as I can ..." 

"Unfortunately, that's not good enough, dearie. When you come into a bar 
you're supposed to bring your money with you. I'm afraid we're going to have 
to make you work it off." 

"Work it off?" she repeated vaguely, not comprehending the direction of his 
thought. 

"That's right, dearie, work it off. Now why don't we step into the back room 
where we can all get to know each other a little better?" 

Murphy's words were phrased in the form of a question, but he was not really 
asking her anything. Understanding immediately what he had in mind, Luke and 
Ted Simonson closed in on her from either side, their hard hands capturing 
her arms and wheeling her toward the pool room. 

"You see, my dear," Murphy continued sarcastically as he followed them into 
the back room and shut the door firmly behind him. "A high-class place like 
this usually has some entertainment for our customers. We were scheduled to 
have Frank Sinatra and Ella Fitzgerald here tonight, but they couldn't make 
it so you'll have to put on a show for us." 

"But I don't know how to sing!" she wailed unhappily, still not quite 
understanding the terribly dangerous situation she had gotten herself into. 

"That's okay, baby," Murphy replied with a sinister laugh. "We'll teach 
you." 

Chapter SEVEN 

It was like a kaleidoscope, a frightening mental kaleidoscope, and colors 
and images and figures and fantasies all started up again, whirling madly 
around her head coming at her in droves like bats diving out of the swirling 
darkness and then swooping away again into the shadows leaving her suddenly 
alone once more in a crowded place with strange grinning people all around 
her and no one beside her to protect her from the evil around her or even 
worse the evil she was discovering within. Now do you know why you came 
here? asked a voice, disembodied and ghostly, seeming to come from somewhere 
inside of her own crippled mind. You came here for this . . . 

"Stay away from me ... " she mumbled, backing away from the menacing figure 
of a man who seemed to be approaching her from the front. Who was he? What 
did he want? 

"We'd like you to do a little strip-tease for us, baby," another voice was 
saying." A little entertainment, eh?" 

"Show us yer tits!" called out another roughly, and there was a harsh 
invading hand squeezing the sensitive tip of her left breast as the crowd 
backed her into the pool table, lewd hungering lips trying to fasten 
themselves against her open mouth. The hand on her delicate breast was 
twisting the tender rosy bud of her nipple cruelly and the pain shot through 
her body, helping a little to clear her mind. You wanted it, she told 
herself accusingly, as if she were really two people having a bitter 
argument, one a good, modest little housewife and the other, an utterly 
degenerate whore. You came here to be hurt and abused and humiliated, so 
don't cry now when it's starting to happen. There's no way out now! 

No! The other half of her brain argued as she began to feel the pawing, 
insistent hands on her body, I want to be home with my husband. I don't want 
to be here! 

"I don't want to be here," she said suddenly, speaking in an unexpectedly 
calm almost contemplative tone of voice. 

"I don't imagine you do," responded Murphy equally philosophically, "But you 
should have thought of that before you walked in the door. Up on the table 
now." 

There were the same hands again crawling over her, more than she could 
count, and the young woman felt herself being lifted up into the air and 
tossed brutally on the pool table like a sack of potatoes. But the hard, 
demanding hands felt good on her body and she moaned a little as they hurt 
her, now knowing for sure that she wanted to be hurt and that they were 
really playing her game. They would hurt her and then make her happy. That 
was how it worked. To be happy you had to suffer a little first, and now was 
the time for suffering . . . 

Murphy stood back in open-mouthed wonder as he watched his greasy criminal 
crew of cohorts stretch the girl out unresistingly on the pool table. Even 
Chubs was looking cheerful, despite the fact that his pool game had been 
interrupted just as he was about to relieve a sucker of the better part of a 
week's wages. Pool was fun, but what was coming up here was even more fun 
and they could always clear the table off afterwards and get back to serious 
business. The men were clustered around the table eagerly, waiting for 
someone to make the first move, and for Murphy to instruct them all what the 
first move would be. This was going to be a night to remember, they had all 
understood that immediately when the tall blonde girl had wandered in off 
the street. Luke was hoping desperately to be one of the first ones to fuck 
her so that he could steal the woman's car, stash it someplace safe for the 
night, and be back in time for seconds before the other mugs had screwed her 
silly. 

And the nicest thing about the whole situation was the fact that the 
well-developed young blonde woman seemed to be so far out of it that she 
hardly realized what was being done to her. Whether she had taken some mind 
destroying drug or was just drunk out of her head, no one was sure. But she 
wasn't fighting back and Murphy was even entertaining the sneaking suspicion 
that she had known precisely what she was doing when she walked in the door. 

A rich bitch, out doing a little slumming, he told himself with 
satisfaction. One of those society ladies who can't get enough from her old 
man, so she takes an occasional trip down here to find some real experts. 
Well, she's found 'em! 

As they studied her, Linda lay spread-eagled on the table, too fogged up 
mentally to remember what her mother had taught her as a little girl about 
keeping her legs together. As a result, her long white loosely-spread legs 
were dangling askew, her skirt had ridden up so high that the bright pink 
panties she was wearing were plainly visible to every masculine eye in the 
room. Two men moved into position on either side of her lust-inspiring body 
and tugged her legs even farther apart, their lecherous hands pawing the 
softly yielding flesh of her inner thighs and their eyes feasting on the 
golden pubic hairs which were showing around the edges of the elastic of her 
panties. 

The girl's eyes focusing and unfocusing as her mind spun around like a 
merry-go-round, and she found a strangely delightful weakness flowing 
liquidly through her body as if she were being slowly but surely emerged in 
some highly perfumed bath of aromatic oriental balm. She was floating in 
warmness and her mind struggled valiantly for control over her helplessly 
body. 

"Boys, as the proprietor of this here establishment," Murphy was announcing 
proudly. "I git to be the first man in, and you younger fellas can stand 
around and take notes if you wanna, because ol' Murphy here is a real master 
at this sorta thing. Watch me turn this chick on so bad that she'll be 
coming in here every day, jus' beggin' me for more." 

"I'm second," claimed Luke, still worrying that someone else would get to 
the young woman's car before he did. An expensive, late-model job like that 
could be worth close to a grand if he could get somebody to repaint it 
another color and change the plates before morning. But he was unwilling to 
pass up his chance at the car's good looking owner before he left, even if 
some damn hoodlum snatched the car out from under him while he was in here 
getting his rocks off. 

"An' I'm right after Luke," put in the heavy-bodied pimp. "She's pretty good 
looking, but who knows if she can fuck? But if she's any good, I'll give her 
a job. I can always use one more babe, and with this one, I could make a 
small fortune." 

"We could make a small fortune," corrected Murphy promptly, feeling that his 
proprietorial interests were being challenged. "After all, it's me she's in 
debt to and this is my place and my pool table we're going to fuck 'er on. 
After we've all had a go at 'er, you put out the word that there's some real 
fine pussy available here at a moderate price and we'll see how much dough 
we can take in before morning." 

Linda lay quietly, the fiery lusts within her tormented body threatening to 
overwhelm the last remnants of self-respect and morality she still had left 
within her. They were going to fuck her, that much she had already 
understood. This dirty criminal crowd of vicious depraved men were going to 
take turns thrusting their murderous cocks into her belly, and then when 
they had satisfied themselves, they would sell her to others, auctioning her 
off like a piece of meat. No! She could not let them do it! 

This is what you came here for, the evil voice in her head reminded her. You 
can fight all you want but you can never escape from me, because I'm you! 

Murphy stepped up proudly to the side of the pool table, frankly a little 
surprised that there had been no real challenge to his right to go first, 
and delighted at the opportunity to shoot his searing load of cum into her 
virginal cunt before the others got her all messed up. It had been a good 
many years since the bartender had had anything this clean and this young, 
and as his eyes focused on the zone between her legs, he could see the 
shadowy, inviting triangle through the flimsy cotton material, and his 
twitching cock reacted to this exciting visual stimulation by straightening 
out inside of his pants and hardening quickly as his thoughts became more 
and more wildly erotic. But before he went to work, there were some 
elementary precautions to be taken. He wanted to stage it so that no one 
could later accuse him of having raped the girl. This meant getting her 
verbal consent, so that everyone could hear it and be able to testify that 
she had walked in of her own free will, asking for it, just in case there 
was trouble later with the law. 

"And now, dearie, I am going to fuck you," he informed her brutally, his 
hand stealing out to stroke the cotton covered "Vee" of her pussy. "Would 
you like that?" 

In fact, the deliberately vile touch of his menacing hand was sending 
electric rays of forbidden pleasure through her sex-maddened body, but from 
somewhere deep inside of her, she found the courage to answer him back. 

"No," she whispered, unable to give her consent, even though she knew by now 
that this was exactly what she wanted. I must not let them degrade me, she 
was frantically telling what was left of her mind. My sanity is slipping 
away. I've got to hold on . . . 

"Perhaps you don't understand me, little one," the bar tender continued in a 
sinister tone of voice, his fingers stealing lewdly up beneath the 
elastic-rimmed material of her bright pink panties and coming into direct 
contact with the soft sensitive flesh of her vaginal lips. "I was asking you 
if you'd like to have me shove my big thick cock up inside this sweet little 
cunt you have here. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" 

"Noooooooo!" the young housewife groaned in anguish, twisting her slender 
buttocks this way and that in a desperate effort to escape from the ravages 
of his lewdly probing hand. 

"Now I'm going to ask you again, love," he threatened, his voice becoming 
sterner, "and if I don't get the right answer, I'm going to become very 
difficult about that dollar and a half you owe me. Did you come here to get 
fucked?" As he spoke, the merciless ex-convict's fingers found their way to 
the fragile tissue of her tiny pink clitoris, and he tugged on it 
relentlessly, bringing an involuntary cry of agony to her dry parched lips. 

"Yes, anything you want," she sobbed violently, "Please ..." 

"You boys hear that?" crowed Murphy proudly. "I think there might have been 
a few people who didn't hear you, love. Why don't you tell me real loud and 
clear. Tell us how bad you want to be fucked!" As he spoke, the vicious man 
gave another painful twist to the fearfully trembling clitoris which was 
nestled up between her legs, forcing the girl to scream in desperate 
anguish. 

"Yes!" she panted, now realizing that they meant to torture the words out of 
her. "Please fuck me! Do anything you want to me!" she screamed, willing to 
say any obscene word they told her to. The fine-bodied blonde girl closed 
her eyes tightly, trying to shut out the terrible sight of this leering, 
torturing man who loomed over her so threateningly, but the moment her 
eyelids were closed, the darkness of her mental fog began to close in on her 
again, and she started to hear the same voice she had heard before, the 
voice of the bad Linda, the little girl who had been evil and now was 
longing to be punished for it. 

The lusty crew of men around her were really excited now, and she could 
smell the odor of his sweat as Murphy's arms reached out over her, 
unfastening the buttons which ran down the front of her dress. The brief, 
sexy minidress unbuttoned all the way to her slender waist, and Linda sighed 
in depraved relief as the cool night air swept over her naked breasts, 
suddenly denuded as Murphy cruelly yanked the minidress down over her 
milk-white shoulders. Strong, merciless hands seized her from all sides, 
lifting her up into the air to allow the vicious bartender to slip both the 
dress and her hot pink nylon panties down over her trembling thighs. When 
she felt herself being lowered back down again onto the smooth felt surface 
of the pool table, she was totally naked, her long tapered legs still 
stretched obscenely apart and her arms being held tightly over her head so 
that she could barely move. 

It doesn't matter now, she mumbled to herself, a feeling of intense 
submissiveness sweeping over her. You asked for it and now you're going to 
get it. Naked, she pronounced the word over and over again in her head, 
you're naked in a roomful of complete strangers! The terrible shame started 
to hit her again and she wanted to open her eyes, knowing that seeing what 
was going on around her would bring back her sanity just a little and lift 
the clouds which were keeping her mind paralyzed and immobile. She fought 
for her sanity like a drowning woman struggling to keep her head above water 
while the darkness and mist swept inexorably over her, but somehow she 
managed to raise her eyelids and look around her, her blue eyes looking 
frightened. 

The bright lamp directly over the pool table had the effect of making most 
of these men invisible, and the only figure she could see clearly was 
Murphy, the man who had won the right to be the first to molest her poor 
tormented body. Looking down through the narrow valley created by her full, 
firmly set breasts, now naked and exposed to the world, Linda could see the 
man stripping off his clothing as fast as he could, finally balancing 
awkwardly on one leg to slip off his pants and taking the trouble to lay 
them neatly over the back of a chair. 

As he moved forward, she began to pray for the madness to return. If only it 
would come back and stay and she could be permanently crazy! Or go away 
forever and leave her permanently sane! But it did neither, creeping up on 
her and forcing her into situations like this and then slipping quietly away 
again to leave her defenseless against the results of her own insane 
behavior. 

It was going to start. She could not see his penis, but she knew that he was 
naked and he was reaching out for her, about to put his hands upon her 
helpless body! 

He touched her, running his hands lustfully over her quivering stomach and 
using his fingers to dig viciously into the defenseless sanctuary of her 
vagina, causing her to thrash back and forth on the pool table like a woman 
possessed. A terrific mental battle began to rage within the young 
housewife's shattered mind, a battle to keep this pleasure, this unwanted 
unacceptable sinful pleasure from overwhelming her. Her eyes wide open, she 
stared directly into the naked light bulb hanging a few feet over her head, 
and her sharp fingernails bit deeply into the palms of her hands in a 
deliberate effort to give herself enough pain to forget about the depraved 
stimulation racing through her overtaxed nervous system. 

But the lascivious barman understood none of the torment which was going on 
inside her head. For him, all that mattered was the fact that he now had 
this voluptuously naked young woman at his complete and utter disposal. He 
would use her himself until he was tired of her and then he would hand her 
over to his friends. It would be good for business, and he would enjoy 
watching them, just as they would enjoy watching him. Her problems were her 
business. If she didn't want to get fucked, then why had she waltzed in here 
in the middle of the night to start with? 

Linda groaned something unintelligible, even to herself, feeling the cool 
air rushing over the hotly pulsing bud of her exposed clitoris. The erotic 
sensation seemed to be starting in the pit of her stomach and spreading out 
in all directions until it reached her softly mounded breasts, stimulating 
the tender flesh of her tantalized nipples until she thought they would 
burst into flames. The muscles in her firm tapered thighs relaxed suddenly 
and the two men who were holding her ankles capitalized upon the opportunity 
to draw her legs even farther apart, giving Murphy the maximum possible 
access to the intimate portions of her lust-arousing body. 

Pushing her nakedly unresisting thighs as far apart as they would go, the 
lecherous bar owner heaved himself up on the table and crawled forward on 
his hands and knees, his short thick cock dangling lewdly beneath his rather 
considerable stomach. Encouraged by the obscene shouts and laughter of his 
criminally minded friends, he lowered his face and ran his tongue wetly all 
the way from the girl's widespread pussy-flesh through the gentle depression 
of her navel and up to the quivering white mounds of her breasts where he 
paused to bite and tweak the fear-stiffened buttons of her nipples until she 
groaned crazily with distress. 

Beneath him, Linda felt her destroyed mind begin to fade out again like a 
flashlight with weak batteries, leaving her alone with her madness. Her eyes 
sought out the man's lust-swollen penis and she studied it for a long 
minute, comparing it to her husband Tim's and realizing with a sudden shock 
that it was considerably shorter. 

But it made no difference. He had what she needed right now, and long or 
short, it would have to do the job! She was in no position to be fussy. 

But something buried deep within her sub-consciousness still rebelled at 
what was being done to her and the girl's body began to writhe madly around 
on the pool table as she recoiled from the lewd impalement which was coming 
closer and closer with every passing second. Her legs kicked out to the 
sides, causing the men who were pinning her to the green felt surface to 
tighten their grip on her ankles and swear at her for having put them to 
this extra effort. 

"Come on, Murphy," someone called impatiently. "We're gonna shoot off in our 
pants in another minute if you don't get going. There's a lotta guys here 
waiting!" 

Murphy mumbled an obscenity in reply, his heavy body settling down on top of 
Linda's soft pliant flesh, his weight crushing her succulently full breasts 
as he let himself sink down upon her. 

Things began to change very rapidly at that point, and even as the disgust 
at what she was doing overwhelmed her in waves of horrid revulsion, the 
blonde-haired young woman instinctively began to curl her long smooth legs 
up around the man's buttocks, unconsciously urging him to plunge his short 
thick penis into the hungering depths of her naked belly. Murphy was wasting 
no time, knowing that the patience of his cohorts could only be stretched so 
far, and he reached down underneath her hotly flexing buttocks and lifted 
her up with a sudden abrupt motion, raising her futilely struggling body 
into the air while he guided his thick fleshy cock-head into the clasping 
depths of her wide-held pussy. Linda grunted, feeling him push bluntly past 
the blood-swollen lips of her churning vagina, and then braced herself for 
him to come pounding into the depths of her yearning belly. 

But the charge never came and she wiggled her buttocks energetically, trying 
to drive him farther up into her. 

"Come on! Come on!" she hissed at him insanely. "Fuck me . . . deeper!" 
Arching her back as if it were made out of rubber, she splayed her long 
elegant legs out as far as her straining muscles would permit in the hopes 
that he had more to give, but with a sob of despair, she realized that this 
was not going to do the trick. He was too short by half! A groan of 
frustration poured from her agonized lips, and the maddened young housewife 
thrashed her head back and forth, sobbing out her distress as Murphy pounded 
in and out of her with short violent strokes. Trying to compensate with 
energy for what he lacked in basic equipment, the bartender ran his mouth 
obscenely over all the parts of her breathtaking body he could reach without 
letting his diminutive cock slip out of her, lapping fiendishly at the ripe 
swollen buds of her nipples and fastening his lips over her opened mouth. 
All of this merely had the effect of exciting Linda more, however, without 
bringing her a step closer to the satisfaction she was praying for, and the 
girl's body began to jerk and convulse rapidly as she tried with every inch 
of strength in her long slender body to bring herself to an orgasm. Murphy 
had learned over the years how to make up for his shortcomings, but the 
bizarre idea of fucking a helplessly demented woman on a pool table in the 
full view of all his friends was exciting the bar owner beyond endurance, 
and he could not stop himself as his stout burly body stormed unceasingly 
towards release. 

Linda groaned in abject frustration as his plunging cock suddenly stiffened 
and began to spew its seething secretions deep into the hidden recesses of 
her anguished womb. It was too soon, too fast, she gasped to herself, her 
mind now completely overwhelmed with erotic images and fantasies, which 
permitted her to think of nothing else than the satisfaction her body craved 
so desperately. He's too short. Isn't there a man here? Still trying to push 
herself that last half inch toward her own much-needed orgasm, the young 
girl rubbed her hungering loins up against the man's slowly deflating penis, 
but it was useless. Murphy was already worried about his bar, afraid that 
someone would come in while he was so lewdly occupied and make off with his 
best Scotch. There would be time for this little chick again later, and 
perhaps he would put on a better performance after he had had a couple of 
stiff drinks. 

The group crowded anxiously around the table as Luke moved happily into 
position, ready to try his hand at pleasing the strange midnight visitor. 
The man saw that she was really out of it now, long past the point where she 
could object to anything they decided to do to her. 

Oh hurry, hurry, hurry, she was moaning inside her mind, rolling frantically 
back and forth in her torment on the soft green felt top of the pool table 
as she waited for the next man who wanted to abuse her defenseless body. 
Come into me, please, she thought, her brain still too confused to allow her 
to form intelligible phrases and sentences. 

But Luke was allowing himself the luxury of taking his time. It was his turn 
and the others could not really start harassing him until at least a few 
minutes had passed. The second-story man had never found a woman who wanted 
to share his hazardous hand-to-mouth existence, and his love-life had always 
been irregular and depraved, largely restricted to the collection of whores 
who worked for his friend Ted Simonson. Never before in his long criminal 
career had he ever had anything remotely this young, this fresh, and this 
good looking. He quickly tore the dirty clothing from his husky body, hardly 
able to convince himself that all of this was going to be his, and for free! 
Scanning her voluptuously undulating body, his lecherous eyes fell on the 
young woman's high, hugely-set breasts, and a sordid idea came slipping 
obscenely into his mind. There was something he had always wanted to try 
with a big-breasted woman, and Simonson's girls would never allow him to do 
it. This chick, on the other hand, did not have much to say in the matter. 
Without delaying any further, the thief clambered up on the pool table, 
throwing one hairy leg over her stomach as she lay writhing beneath him, 
groaning with unsatisfied desire. His heavy sperm-filled balls dragged 
obscenely across her belly as the second-story man - inched his way steadily 
forward, his hardening penis sliding along ahead of him until it wormed its 
way up into the temptingly soft valley formed by her full fleshy breasts. 

What is he doing? wondered Linda half-sleepily, wishing desperately he would 
stop this idle nonsense and get down to what she really wanted him to do . . 
. fuck her! 

But unfortunately, the depraved criminal had other ideas in mind. He had 
always had an idea that this ought to be possible, providing the woman's 
breasts were big and soft enough and the girl herself was willing, which 
this one certainly seemed to be. 

"No, please, come into me the regular way," she sobbed pleadingly as she 
sensed his throbbingly hardened instrument flexing softly against the 
delicate skin of her high mountainous breasts. But Luke merely ignored her, 
reaching down on either side of her and pushing the two tantalizing mounds 
together so that her puckered little nipples were almost touching, looking 
at him like two crossed brown eyes. His burning cock-shaft was trapped 
between the two soft succulent masses of feminine flesh, but Luke was far 
from complaining. Instead he began to rock himself slowly back and forth, 
withdrawing his penis until the fiery red tip disappeared into the two soft 
mounds of flaccid flesh, and then thrusting forward again so that his 
iron-hard cock burrowed its way through her tortured breasts like a snake 
ploughing through soft wet mud. 

"Not like that!" she moaned, almost sick with disappointment. This 
perversion was merely having the effect of exciting her more, and it would 
be impossible for her to have the slightest sexual satisfaction in a bizarre 
arrangement like this. These men seemed to be deliberately cheating her! She 
had not come for this! But Luke was not interested in her little problems, 
and he grinned happily at his fellow criminals in the bar's back room as he 
shoved harder and faster, grunting with this unaccustomed expenditure of 
energy. Lewd little droplets of semen were already beginning to ooze from 
the desire-hardened tip of his plunging rod, serving to lubricate this 
artificial cunt he had created for his own amusement, and the man doubled 
his stroke, nearly tearing the soft delicate skin on her chest as he 
skewered harder and harder in between her firmly pressed breasts. 

Linda found she could not take her horror stricken eyes off this degenerate 
scene and she watched with stunned fascination as the huge bulbous tip of 
Luke's burrowing rod of flesh appeared and disappeared between her two 
tightly squeezed breasts, each time depositing another tiny drop of white 
sticky sperm on the broad expanse of her chest. Suddenly she heard him groan 
insanely as if he were choking on something and she looked up to see that 
his face was twisted and contorted by passion. He was cumming! A woman in 
her right mind would have turned her head, but Linda was too dazed to 
understand exactly what was going on around her and she twisted her head 
around again to be able to see her own lushly swollen breasts, glancing down 
just in time to see the fiery hot jets of this white cum streaming out of 
the wildly ejaculating head of his cock, drenching her chin and neck and 
heaving breasts with floods of the pungent-smelling liquid. 

"Oh, why didn't you do it to me?" she screamed in total despair, ready to 
cry with frustration. 

I hope you left the keys in your car, baby, Luke was thinking anxiously as 
he eased his exhausted cock out of the unnatural passage he had created for 
his own pleasure and prepared to yield his place to the next man in line. 
The hoodlums in the room were becoming restless by now, and Linda could feel 
rough hands again creeping lewdly over her vulnerably exposed young body, 
pinching her cum-covered breasts and invading the narrow space up between 
her long shapely legs, as if they were all trying to convince themselves 
that this was a real live girl and not some figment of their communal 
imagination. 

"Ted." Murphy was calling, directing traffic like a policeman. "You're next 
and don't take all night! You get more of it than the rest of us put 
together, anyway, so you really should wait until last." 

The hulking pimp smiled grimly at this allusion to his well-known sexual 
prowess. With a fleet of prostitutes at his command, it was perfectly true 
that the big man could have just about anything he wanted whenever he wanted 
it, but the fact was that a man got tired of whores after awhile, since they 
all tended to behave in precisely the same way. In addition, none of his 
hired girls looked remotely like Linda. After a few weeks on the streets, 
they all seemed to look about the same, suspicious, weather-beaten, 
overused. This girl, on the other hand, was fresh as a daisy, and Simonson's 
expert eye had already determined that she was fairly new at the game of 
love. She was still reasonably tight, which meant that she had not had many 
men in her life, and certainly no one his size. 

There was a murmur of anticipation as the successful pimp casually lowered 
his pants and tore the shirt off of his massive chest. The size of the man's 
sexual organ was a standing joke in the neighborhood, and as he stepped into 
the small circle of light around the pool table, the company could see his 
hardening penis shoot forward from his body like the blunt end of a baseball 
bat with two regulation sized baseballs hanging menacingly between his legs. 
The air in the room was becoming heavy with sweat and the lust-inciting odor 
of semen which was now staining the green felt cloth of the pool table, much 
to Chubs' displeasure. Why don't they fuck their girls somewhere else, he 
complained to himself, moving closer to get a better view. No point in 
messing up a perfectly good pool table over a girl! 

But the others were too excited to be this practical about the matter, and 
there was a ripple of excited comments as Ted approached the table, now 
buck-naked and striding confidently forward, secretly enjoying in advance 
the terrified look he knew would come into her eyes the moment she got a 
good close look at his heavy-duty equipment. 

The moment came. As the big, powerfully built man slung his body up on the 
table, his mammoth penis waved alarmingly in Linda's direction and her 
horrified eyes took in the menacing rod of swollen male flesh which was 
pointing in her direction. As she realized exactly what this was going to 
mean to her, the native instinct of self-preservation took over, and her 
mind whirled instantly with terror. 

He's too big! He'll split me in two with that thing! she thought, fear 
ricocheting through her head, as she imagined the tender sensitive flesh of 
her vagina being ripped asunder by this gigantic cock. She wiggled wildly, 
struggling to break free, but the men tightened their hold on her slender 
ankles, helpfully drawing her lust-provoking thighs even farther apart as 
Ted knelt in between her knees, stroking his penis to bring it to its full 
state of hardness. Linda's classic features were contorted in the most 
complete anguish that any of them had ever seen, and had there been a decent 
man among them, he would have felt himself compelled to come to her defense. 
But decent men did not make a habit of hanging around Murphy's Bar and Grill 
this hour of the night, and a cruel ripple of laughter echoed around the 
room as they all enjoyed the young blonde woman's abject unhappiness. 

Without warning, Ted fell forward, knocking the breath out of the startled 
young housewife's body and covering her completely with his big muscular 
form. Wasting no time, the big man thrust his hips forward, his murderous 
cock-head searching for the tiny opening up between her legs while she 
writhed around frantically trying to avoid the inevitable impalement. Ted 
raised himself on his elbows to give himself more room to maneuver, the 
large throbbing head of his cock feeling its way through the moist 
cum-soaked tangle of pubic hair guarding the entrance to her vagina. Slowly, 
the huge bulbous head settled into the red-rimmed slit, and the moment the 
pimp felt himself dead on target, he flicked his hips brutally forward, 
burying the blood-filled tip of his penis an inch or so up inside her 
suffering body, painfully stretching the fragile elastic flesh of her cuntal 
lips. 

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" she groaned in agony. There was at least eight inches 
more of him to come pummeling into her, but the torment had already begun 
and the girl desperately kicked her legs and ground her buttocks down into 
the unyielding surface of the pool table in a frantic effort to escape. But 
it was no use. Eager hands pinned her to the table as Ted rocked 
sadistically back and forth above her, trying to widen the entrance before 
proceeding to the next state of this torturous impalement. 

There were a babble of voices inside the girl's unbalanced brain and fear 
was competing with desire for supremacy. She had wanted to be hurt, yes, but 
not murdered and some portion of her mind which was still quite sane told 
her clearly that she could never take all of this man's lust-knotted cock up 
inside of her. It was just too big. No woman could ever make love to a man 
constructed like this! 

But these were Linda's thoughts, not Ted's, and the giant ploughed forward a 
second time, driving himself heartlessly another inch or two into her 
inflamed vagina, ignoring her cries for mercy. The other men in the room 
seemed to be hypnotized by the drama taking place before them and they fell 
silent, hanging over the pool table with absolute attention, watching this 
white-skinned young beauty being raped and humiliated by their companion, 
and enjoying every bit of her suffering. 

'' Aaaaaaaayyyyyyyyhhhhhhhh!" she screamed again, causing Murphy to look 
around nervously. About the last thing he wanted to see was the cops at this 
hour of the night, and if he lost his liquor license again, it would take 
one hell of a bribe to get it back. 

"Come on, finish it!" he ordered Simonson sharply, not wanting to take the 
chance of a prolonged series of screams from their helpless victim. The big 
man obliged, gathering his knees under him for better balance, and then 
skewering forward with one brutal lunge which carried his heavily throbbing 
cock all the way home. 

The sensation of this cruel invasion was too intense even to permit Linda to 
scream this time, and she emitted only a deep throaty grunt. She could 
hardly breathe and for a moment it seemed as if his cock were extending all 
the way up inside her trembling contorting body to the back of her throat. 
His heavy sperm-filled balls were tapping lightly against the unprotected 
cheeks of her buttocks and his huge muscular cock lay deep inside her, 
imbedded to the hilt while the over-stretched muscles of her cunt tried 
desperately to adjust themselves to this massive new presence. 

Ted held still for a moment, physically incapable of moving until her body 
had adapted at least a little to his huge blood-engorged hardness and the 
pressure slacked off a little. He studied her face like the expert cocksman 
he was, waiting until a hint of relaxation crept into her pain-contorted 
features before making an effort to start moving again. Down below, he could 
feel the tortured walls of her cunt begin to secrete the orgiastic juices 
which would lubricate his powerful member, and the man slowly started to 
ease himself in and out of her tormented womb, moving from side to side as 
he thrusted in order to widen the suffering passage until it fitted him 
perfectly. 

The men crowded around the pool table would not have dreamed it possible, 
but within a matter of a minute, the girl showed every sign of having made 
the necessary adjustment. It seemed impossible that the tight, tiny little 
cunt they had all examined with such dedicated attention a few minutes 
before could be expanded to this extent, but the evidence was clear, and the 
giant began a slow lewd sawing motion, searing his way in and out of her 
widely-stretched pussy without producing anything stronger than an 
occasional uncomfortable groan from the demented woman's lips. 

It was happening again, confirming in Linda's addled mind the insanely 
bizarre association the girl was beginning to make between pain and 
pleasure. Simonson had hurt her badly a moment ago when he had forced his 
oversized cock into her timidly pulsating little cunt, but now the pain was 
slowly easing, and soon its place would be taken by pleasure. It had 
happened before and Linda found herself desiring the pain as much as the 
pleasure. A weird sensation of mindlessly foolish happiness was flooding 
over her abused body as the big man increased the tempo of his strokes, 
rocking back and forth inside of her slowly moistening cunt as he balanced 
on his elbows and knees, his buttocks protruding into the air as he used the 
weight of his body to lend power to his thrusts. Linda's hips began to 
answer his every motion, gyrating endlessly on the soft tickling felt of the 
pool table, and the men who were holding her ventured to relax their 
pressure just a little, allowing her legs to cling to the sides of his 
churning body, almost urging fucking into her harder and deeper. 

"Oh, please ... do it like that," she crooned mindlessly, her voice 
artificially high and light as she sank deeper and deeper into the 
intoxication of her deranged lust. "Fuck me like that, Mister, fuck as hard 
as you can!" 

Linda's body seemed to be floating now, swaying in a myriad of hands which 
were touching her lewdly from all sides. Her open eyes stared around the 
room and she saw to her insane delight that half the men around the table 
were naked by now, all impatient to take their turn at abusing her fair and 
battered body. There were cocks wherever she looked, hard unrelenting cocks 
which would come into her one after another, bringing her pleasure and pain, 
it hardly made a difference at this point. With every stroke, Simonson's 
penis seemed to get longer and harder, and she felt as if she could go on 
fucking like this all night and all day. The young blonde housewife was in 
heaven; there was nothing better than this and she finally had found an 
answer for the cold sane voice in the back of her head which had tormented 
her earlier. I came here for this, she told herself. I came here to get 
fucked! Fucked! Fucked! 

Then it hit her, coming on like a tidal wave sweeps violently over a beach 
and carries everything away in its path. Enormous waves of indescribable 
pleasure seared through her body like a thousand tiny needles, turning every 
portion of her on full blast as if she were being electrified by some 
science-fiction pleasure machine. Instinctively, she clamped down on Ted's 
cock, all the muscles in her naked belly coming into play as the spasm raced 
through her over-stressed young body, causing her to bear down upon the man 
who was fucking into her with a pressure that surprised even him. Unable to 
control himself any longer, Ted gritted his teeth and shoved with one last 
fierce thrust, burying himself once again deep inside her to the hilt, his 
massive cock beginning to spit uncontrollably as a powerful shudder wracked 
his big muscular body. Great searing pools of cum flooded into her and Linda 
screeched out her joy, chanting witlessly all the filthy obscene words which 
filtered into her destroyed mind, now completely beside herself with pure 
physical animal pleasure. She was no longer really a human being in any 
reasonable sense of the word. She was a raw squealing churning mass of 
over-stimulated flesh and as Ted slowly withdrew his exhausted cock from her 
cum-drenched loins, her hips automatically rose up into the air to receive 
another guest. 

But the men were no longer able to take their turns in an orderly rational 
manner, and the pool table was suddenly covered with hard struggling bodies, 
all fighting to be the next in line. The really important men, Murphy, Luke 
and Simonson had all had their turns, and these were too tough to be 
interfered with, but now that the girl's empty available body was free for 
the next comer, they could no longer control the appetites which had been 
excited by what they had already witnessed. 

Linda felt her body being rolled over and she allowed them to do what they 
wanted to. She was no longer asking questions or trying to understand, and 
if they decided to hurt her, then that was all right too. Nothing could 
bother her now. She was beyond everything, pain, pleasure, dignity, 
humiliation, - it was all the same to her. 

Her eyes glazed with the ravishment she was enduring, she found herself 
being raised to her hands and knees and she obediently held this position, 
feeling a man grip her hips from behind, twisting the firmly full half-moons 
of her buttocks and probing her dripping wet cunt with the blunt hardened 
tip of his instrument. 

"Come in, come in," she moaned desperately, screwing her buttocks back into 
him and knowing a moment of pure joy as she felt the emptiness of her cunt 
once more filled with the hard remorseless flesh of a man's rigid cock. She 
had no idea why she had to assume this position just to be assaulted from 
the rear, dog-fashion, but it was not hers to ask questions. Another man had 
crawled up in front of her, and she watched him as he maneuvered into 
position, kneeling with his hard throbbing instrument waving in her face. 

A moment later it all became clear. The man who was facing her seized her 
face between his hands, using his thumbs to force her jaws apart, and the 
moment her lips were parted, he came skewering abruptly into her open mouth. 
Viciously, he plunged his blood-filled cock into the back of her throat, 
treating her mouth exactly as if it were merely another cunt he could batter 
and abuse as he pleased. 

In a normal situation, Linda would have been dismayed at this treatment, but 
her mind was far from normal and in her present mental state, she was merely 
curious, never having done this before and sure that any discomfort or pain 
would be shortly translated into pleasure just as it always had in the past. 
Undulating her buttocks in tiny circles to stimulate the man who was 
skewering into her from behind, she started to suck, wanting to draw the cum 
out of him and into the depths of her wildly aroused young body. She wanted 
to drown in cum, to wallow in it, to drink it, to be covered with it, and 
her tongue lashed over the hard hot surface of the man's distended penis as 
if she had been doing this bizarre unnatural act all of her life. 

And it all came true a moment later. Neither man could hold on for very 
long, since they were both critically excited by the depraved scene before 
them and the thought of buffeting this helplessly submissive beauty back and 
forth between them was more than they were able to handle. The man who was 
brutally assaulting her from behind felt her cuntal muscles start to 
contract involuntarily as another spasmodic orgasm swept murderously over 
her quivering body, and the added pressure ignited the explosion of his own 
climax. He groaned in pure carnal joy, leaning heavily on her back as his 
cock began to spew out its load of hot white liquid, adding to the 
oversupply of cum already deposited in her overworked little cunt by the 
previous men. 

As she reacted to his explosion within her, Linda unconsciously tightened 
her grip on the man before her, sucking on his cruelly driving penis as if 
her life depended on it. A hazy dreamy cloud of pleasure drifted over her as 
she felt him suddenly begin to ejaculate and she swallowed hungrily as she 
fastened her lips crazily around the wildly-jerking rod, insanely anxious 
not to lose even a drop of the precious lust-inciting liquid which he was 
shooting endlessly into the unnatural sanctuary of her open mouth. 

She collapsed again on the table as the two men slowly and reluctantly 
withdrew their satisfied cocks from the two ends of her ravaged, cum-covered 
body, and Linda sank down gratefully into the warm moist felt of the table 
top, small droplets of semen dripping from the corners of her mouth and thin 
white strings of cum still connecting her glistening red lips with the 
deflated cock which had just done its work to the back of her throat. 

The night was not over with by a long shot, but the sex-maddened girl felt 
her mind drop to a lower level of consciousness. She was through with 
thinking for awhile. From now on, they could do what they liked. There was 
no point in even trying to protest. 

Chapter EIGHT 

"Shit, I can't understand it!" 

"Hang on, buddy, there's a reasonable explanation for all of this and we'll 
know what it is as soon as we locate her." 

Jack Henderson tried to put a lot of hearty confidence into his voice as he 
spoke, but he was feeling pretty miserable about the entire situation, 
sensing in his conscience that all of this might genuinely be his fault. If 
he hadn't decided to play amateur psychiatrist with Linda Powell's mind and 
body, then perhaps she might not have taken it into her head to disappear so 
unexpectedly. 

"If we find her!" Tim Powell responded nervously. "I can't think of any 
place to look we haven't already checked: the hospitals, her aunt's place, 
her girl friend's house! Where the hell else could she have gone?" 

"Maybe we should touch base with the police?" offered Jack reluctantly, 
knowing that his partner would not be keen on the idea because of the 
scandal involved. 

"What, and have our names in the paper tomorrow? If the police had found her 
they would be calling us by now!" 

"Okay, then what's our next move? I've run out of ideas." 

"I dunno." Tim glumly conceded defeat. "Maybe we should go home and wait for 
the phone to ring. She's got to turn up sooner or later." 

"Giovanna's already doing that and there's no point in all three of us 
sitting around waiting for the phone to ring. Try to think! Did she behave 
unusually in any way last night?" 

"She's been behaving unusually ever since we tried to make like Doctor 
Freud!" Tim exploded wrathfully. "I've been telling you for two weeks she 
wasn't normal and you kept insisting that it was all adjusting to the shock 
treatment and that she'd be all right in no time at all. Well now she's 
gone!" 

"Come on, Tim, blaming me isn't going to help matters now. What happened 
last night? Did the two of you have a fight?" 

"No, no, it was the usual thing. We sat around after dinner and I tried to 
see if I couldn't get some reasonable conversation out of her for a change, 
but she had that dead, uncomprehending stare and I knew I wasn't getting 
through to her, so I decided to read a book. I'd gotten half way through the 
first 

Chapter when I looked up and found her sitting there stark naked, which is 
her subtle way of telling me that she wants to make love. We'd already done 
it three times that day, and I was pretty tired, but I remembered what you'd 
said about staying with her and so we went into the bedroom and I did my 
best, although I'm afraid I wasn't up to par. Then I dozed off for awhile, 
and in the middle of the night I remember her trying to wake me up. I knew 
what she wanted and I realized I couldn't possibly get it up again, so I 
pretended to be sound asleep in the hopes that she'd roll over and forget 
about it. Apparently she decided to go see what she could find for herself." 

"Now Tim, let's not jump to that conclusion," cautioned Jack, despite the 
fact that he himself feared that this was exactly what had happened. "We 
have no way of knowing what was going on in her mind." 

"Or what was left of her mind," cracked the young woman's husband bitterly. 
"Come on, let's go report to the police." * * * Someone was trying to wake 
her up, but Linda felt deliciously tired and perfectly happy where she was, 
and she refused to open her eyes. They could do what they wanted with her, 
but she would just go back to sleep when they were finished. The battered 
overworked young blonde was tired and her whole body felt as if the Red Army 
had been marching up and down inside of her since midnight. 

"Miss! Miss! Wake up!" 

The voice was insistent, and reluctantly Linda opened her eyes, realizing 
dimly that she had slept for many hours. For some reason she was not in bed 
with her husband Tim, and for a few minutes she puzzled over the fact that 
she seemed to be lying in soft grass instead of her own bed. What could this 
mean? 

There was a figure in a blue suit bending over her and he seemed to be 
speaking to her kindly and gently and so she felt immediately reassured. 
Something had gone on last night and she could not remember exactly what it 
was, but there was a strange hungering sensation in her body as if there 
were a great empty place inside of her which craved to be filled at any 
cost. 

"Miss? Are you all right, Miss?" 

The girl smiled happily at his concern, snuggling down into the soft 
comfortable grass, her eyelids slowly closing as sleepiness swept over her 
again. 

"Come on, if you want to," she found herself murmuring softly, barely 
conscious of what she was saying. "Come on and fuck me." 

"What? Miss, wake up! This is a public park!" 

"Fuck me!" she cried a little louder. "Please cum inside of me, please." 

There was a firm hand on her wrist and the man pulled her gently into a 
sitting position, forcing her to open her eyes. She was dressed only in a 
shabby, soiled man's overcoat and wearing absolutely nothing underneath, but 
this lack of garments did not distress her particularly. It was so much 
easier if you didn't have to take off your clothes all the time, she thought 
dreamily, trying to focus her eyes in the harshness of the early morning 
sun. Why didn't this man want to fuck her? The others had all done it and 
made her happy. What was happening? Why did you come here? asked the voice 
in the back of her head. 

"Looks like you've had a spot too much to drink, Miss," commented the police 
officer, helping her awkwardly to her feet," and some friends of yours must 
have played a pretty mean joke on you. Maybe we'd better go along to the 
station house and get some hot coffee." * * * "No, of course not Mister 
Powell, since we're obviously dealing with a disturbed woman here, there's 
no question of any charges being placed against Mrs. Powell." 

"I don't know what makes you so sure that she's a mental case," responded 
Tim belligerently, ignoring Jack's warning looks. "Are you a psychiatrist on 
top of being a desk sergeant?" 

The policeman kept his patience, reminding himself that the angry husband in 
front of him was a taxpayer, but he decided not to pull any punches at least 
verbally. It would be unkind to the demented young woman for him to allow 
the husband to deceive himself any farther. The blonde girl was obviously 
unhinged and needed professional attention, and fast! 

"Mr. Powell, a desk sergeant sees a lot of unhappy people in the course of 
the day, and it's his job to be able to refer people to a psychiatrist if 
they need professional assistance. Your wife made some remarks to the 
patrolman who found her that indicated she was emotionally unstable at least 
at the time. And people do not normally go wandering around the city 
half-naked, Mr. Powell. Nor do they lose expensive automobiles like yours in 
the middle of the night and not remember where they left them. I'm not a 
psychiatrist, but I would suggest that you take Mrs. Powell to see one at 
the first opportunity." 

"What exactly are you suggesting?" shouted Tim angrily, taking a step 
forward despite Jack's restraining hand on his arm. 

"I'm suggesting your wife has become a nymphomaniac, Mr. Powell," snapped 
the sergeant, now beginning to lose his temper a little. "The doctor who 
examined her found evidence that she had had sexual intercourse a large 
number of times last night and she was incoherent enough this morning to ask 
Patrolman O'Kelly to make love to her. A good thing we have some decent men 
on the force, because she is a very attractive young lady. Take her to a 
doctor, Mr. Powell. She's a sick girl!" 

"I'll sue you, goddamn it," shouted Powell furiously as his partner wrestled 
him towards the door before he got them all arrested. "What right did you 
have to let some quack examine my wife ..." 

The two men disappeared out the door. The desk sergeant shook his head in 
irritation and placed a call to the police infirmary to tell them to release 
Mrs. Linda Powell in her husband's custody, making a note on the blotter to 
put out an alert for the missing automobile. 

The guy's lucky he got his nympho wife back, he muttered irritably to 
himself as the phone rang to announce some new tragedy, because he'll never 
see his car again! Jerk! * * * "Yeah, I think she's going to be fine, Jack." 
Tim Powell assured his friend over the phone. "She seems quite clear-headed 
this morning and even chatted with me for a few minutes. I think that stupid 
cop was imagining things, but we're going to take her to a doctor in a 
couple of days, just as soon as she feels stronger. No, she still doesn't 
remember anything about that night, but I suppose it's just a slight case of 
amnesia. I read a magazine article about the subject and it seems that 
amnesia is ... " 

That gal must really like the service in this place," commented Murphy 
lewdly as he glanced up and down the street and then closed the front door 
and locked it. "I should have thought that she'd had quite enough of us on 
her last visit!" 

"You can never get too much of a good thing," responded Luke pleasantly. 
"Shall I call the others?" 

"Let's have some fun with her ourselves first, proposed the bartender 
lecherously. "Then we'll spread the word around and make some money. Was 
there anything in her purse?" 

"Only a couple a' bucks," lied Luke quickly, having already subtracted the 
thirty dollars he had found there. "Wanna split?" 

"Yeah, might as well. She still owes me a buck-fifty from those two 
whiskey's she drank the other night." * * * Linda was stark naked and on the 
floor, crawling on her hands and knees. There was a tall man standing over 
her with a belt and he had already hit her with it once, a stinging 
excruciating blow across her defenseless buttocks which still tingled. Her 
breasts swayed provocatively beneath her as she crawled over to where the 
bartender was waiting for her. They don't have to hit me, she was thinking 
numbly, feeling the cool air wash gently over her exposed flesh. They know 
I'll do whatever they want. But if they want to hit me, it's all right too. 
It doesn't make any difference. 

"Come on, baby, get it out," ordered Murphy, putting his hands on his hips 
and looking down at her cruelly. "I want to see just what you can do with 
those beautiful red lips of yours." 

Linda's voluptuously sensual body began to tremble with instinctive fear as 
her clouded mind understood exactly what it was that Murphy wanted from her, 
but she took a deep breath and knelt submissively before him, her shaking 
hands reaching out to unfasten the zipper on his pants. She closed her eyes 
in resignation and surrender as she felt the man's hands wind cruelly into 
her long silky blonde hair, and she carefully extracted his hardening penis 
from his pants, holding it in her hands as if it were an object of great 
value. 

"You know what to do, chick," the bartender snarled, giving her hair an 
extra little tug to bring her out of the fog she seemed to be in. 

Linda knew, even though that quiet voice in the back of her head told her 
that she must not allow this man to use her mouth as an obscene receptacle 
for his cum. But that voice had been speaking to her less and less 
frequently as the days went by, and Linda's full red lips parted obediently 
as Murphy's hips flicked viciously forward and the now-rigid cock slid up 
into the moist warm cavern of her mouth. Between her trembling lips, she 
could taste the warm masculine secretions from the tip of his short fat 
cock. The thick rubbery glans pulsated steadily as it coasted along the soft 
top of her tongue towards the tender back of her throat. 

Murphy's hips began to undulate slowly back and forth as he drove his rigid 
member in and out of the girl's ovalled red lips, dropping one hand down to 
twist her high proud nipples into pulsing hardness. His fingers kneaded her 
naked flesh hungrily as if she were made out of rubber and were not really 
capable of feeling pain, since they had learned by now that no amount of 
physical abuse really seemed to bother her much. The scarlet tip of the 
man's penis ploughed rhythmically in and out of the girl's straining lips, 
presenting an exciting picture to the perverted second-story man, Luke, who 
sprawled on a nearby couch and watched with growing interest and 
anticipation. 

"Shit man, hurry up," he urged the bartender. "My cock is about to crawl out 
of my pants. Goddamn, look at that ass of hers shake. I can't wait to get my 
teeth into that!" 

Linda could feel the burglar's hands roaming lustfully over her body, but 
she let nothing distract her from what she was doing, sucking energetically 
on Murphy's thick fat cock as if there were nothing else in the world that 
interested her, even though Luke's diabolical fingers were exploring lewdly 
up between her legs and causing her naked body to twitch whenever he touched 
a sensitive spot. 

One thing at a time, she thought dully, running her tongue wetly around the 
blunt, blood-filled tip of the bartender's cock and trying to invade the 
tiny open slit in the end of the glans as it throbbed excitedly between her 
straining lips. She knew that within a moment, this instrument would erupt 
like a broken dam, flooding her mouth with his steaming cum, but somehow the 
thought no longer distressed her as much as it might have a few weeks 
before. The more humiliation and mortification they heaped upon her the 
better and if they wanted her to suck cocks, then she would suck cocks until 
they told her to stop. She was a slave, a slave to her own limitless 
passions, and she knew now that there was no way in the world of breaking 
free.. 

Her head bobbed furiously up and down over his lust-thickened shaft of male 
flesh because she sensed that he was nearing the end and she slavishly 
wanted to make it as good as possible for him, sucking every last lewd drop 
of cum out of his body until there was no more and he was drained completely 
dry. Murphy was grunting in time to the nibbling motions of her lips and she 
pulled on him as hard as she dared, trying to ignore what Luke was doing to 
her tender sensitive buttocks. 

The thief was kneeling up behind her, as naked as she was, and his hands 
were probing insistently in between her legs, playing with the tightly 
puckered hole of her anus while she tried to concentrate on what she was 
supposed to be doing to his friend. Having moistened his middle finger with 
the orgiastic juices flowing copiously from the neglected opening of her 
vagina, Luke was trying to force the finger up into the warmth of her rectum 
and the girl's body involuntarily tightened, trying to repel this unnatural 
invasion. 

Then, Murphy thrust himself into her mouth deeper than usual, and as she 
found herself choking slightly on his massively swollen cock-head, Luke 
shoved from behind, inserting his middle finger into her cringing anus as 
far as the first knuckle. She grunted in protest, the sounds emerging from 
her mouth weirdly muffled by the presence of Murphy's thick fat cock between 
her lips. 

But the disturbed young housewife was given very little time to concentrate 
on the outrage being perpetrated on her from behind. In another moment, she 
felt the bartender's hands tightening in her hair and the jerking motion of 
his pelvis became more violent. She could sense his cock quivering and 
palpitating inside her mouth like a time bomb about to go off and she 
understood despite the confusion in her mind that the ultimate humiliation 
was about to be visited upon her. He was going to cum in her mouth. 

But even had she wanted to back out now, there was no longer any chance of 
escaping with the two men pushing in on her from both sides, each 
entertaining himself ruthlessly at her expense. Murphy groaned as if he were 
suddenly in pain and rammed himself deeply into her throat, holding her head 
in an iron-like grip lest she attempt to escape at the critical moment. His 
cock jerked spasmodically and began to spew great white floods of searing 
cum directly into the back of her throat and Linda gagged slightly as her 
mouth filled up with cum, her Adam's apple dancing as she swallowed to clear 
her mouth. But she continued to suck madly, accepting the worst punishment 
they would mete out to her, ecstatically swallowing his sticky hot cum while 
he continued to pump it remorselessly into her. 

But Luke was in too much of a hurry to wait until she had properly finished 
her job, and as soon as the bartender had withdrawn his glistening cock from 
the girl's used and battered mouth, he pushed her over on her hands and 
knees, his middle finger still buried deeply in her tortured rectum. 

"Get ahold of her, Murphy," commanded the burglar harshly, his voice now low 
and husky with the gathering lust he felt inside of him. "She might get a 
little bit wiggly when I go to work on her. Seems to me that little asshole 
ain't never had any action, and it's time we stretched it out a little for 
her." 

Linda lay submissively on the floor while the two men labored over her, her 
large flaccid breasts resting against the cool tile of the floor and her 
rounded buttocks still sticking high in the air where Luke had placed them. 
She had no idea what was about to happen to her. 

But her attitude soon changed as Luke began to probe even deeper into the 
soft flesh of her anus, rotating his finger cruelly in an effort to widen 
the tiny opening. She groaned as the pain started to hit her, hot tears of 
humiliation starting to flow as he added a second finger to the first and 
continued searching lewdly around inside of her delicate passage. 

"No . . . please," she managed to gasp, but neither man paid the slightest 
attention to her, both of them too intent on the perverted act that they 
were about to perform on her helpless body. 

Suddenly, Luke withdrew both of his fingers, and Linda sighed with 
unexpected relief, feeling the cool air wash over her offended flesh. But 
her comfort was short-lived, since in another minute, he was back at her 
again, forcing her knees even farther apart with his legs and guiding the 
thickness of his erected penis toward the nether entrance to her body. 
Slowly but surely, the truth about what was going on began to filter into 
the young bride's shattered mind, and a sudden rush of fear filled her as 
she understood finally that this man meant to violate her like an animal. 

"No! Not there!" she pleaded, but Luke's only response was a harsh grunt as 
he pressed forward, trying to force the broad rubbery tip of his cock into 
the narrow yielding little hole. Linda tightened her rectal muscles for all 
she was worth, but the man's strength was overwhelming and with a sudden jar 
of pain, she felt him slip inside of her, pinning her cruelly to the floor. 

"Noooooh!!!" she screamed as the tightly resisting nether ring gave way and 
his lust-engorged cock popped up inside her. Once he knew that he was in, 
Luke wasted no more time on delicacy and put all the weight in his body into 
the business at hand, driving immediately into her to the hilt. 

She screamed again, this time something completely unintelligible, but there 
was no one to come to her assistance. Luke in the meantime, was having the 
time of his life, and as soon as he felt the young woman's body begin to 
loosen up, the criminal began to rock in and out of her with long painful 
strokes, each time bringing a moan of agony to Linda's full sensual lips. 
This chick had been a lucky find for old Luke, he congratulated himself, 
despite the fact that she was crazy as a bat. She had given him one very 
nice automobile which he had had repainted and was now driving himself, and 
she had also contributed to some of the pleasanter sexual moments of his 
life. And after he was through with this little exercise, she would provide 
him with a large amount of money, assuming everything went as planned. 

The girl's brief resistance had been quickly broken, and she now grunted in 
slavish submission each time he thrust himself mercilessly up between her 
wide-split ass-cheeks, her blonde hair thrashing back and forth on the 
sawdust covered tile floor of the dingy bar's back room. In fact, she was 
already beginning to adapt well to this cruel punishment, her sleek 
lust-inciting body undulating back at him as if she were being fucked in the 
conventional manner, and Luke found himself wondering if there was anything 
one could do to this woman which would really turn her off. 

But this was a philosophical question winch he could ponder at his leisure; 
at the moment, there was too much else to do. His eyes bulging at the 
spectacle of this magnificent young blonde doing her best to make him cum 
with his cock in her anus, he seized her cruelly by the hips, Ms fingernails 
biting into the tender skin, and drove into her with renewed energy, 
sadistically feeling the desire to hurt her swell up in him as his orgasm 
approached. 

"Aaaagggghhh!" she groaned piteously as he pushed as far into her as was 
humanly possible, feeling her buttocks screw back into him desperately as 
she worked to bring him to the point of cumming. Suddenly Luke realized that 
he could hold it back no more. Sputtering all the filthy obscene words in 
his extensive vocabulary, the hardened criminal bent over and collapsed on 
top of her as he felt the hot thick cum begin to stream searingly up out of 
his body and deep into hers, filling her soft abused rectum to overflowing 
with the pungent liquid. Groaning with delight, he churned his pelvis into 
the softness of her buttocks, trying to milk the last ounce of pleasure from 
this experience. As he spewed the last ounce of his hot white cum into the 
unnatural sanctuary of her rectum, the burglar felt the girl's body suddenly 
go limp and for one horrified moment, he was afraid he had killed her. 

He hadn't. She was merely out cold. * * * "I sure am gonna hate to see that 
little girl go," commented Murphy sadly as Luke pulled up in front of the 
bar with the truck. 

"It's only a couple hundred miles, old man," the bartender comforted him, 
running a damp rag over the counter and crushing a cockroach with his heel. 
"With the dough we're making from this deal, you can hop into your brand new 
car and run up to see her any time you want." 

"Hey, are you sure that Ted's givin' us a straight deal?" the burglar 
wondered suddenly. "We're supposed to divide the profits equally three 
ways." 

"Of course he's not giving us a straight deal," replied Murphy cynically. 
"Would you give him a straight deal if the tables were turned?" 

"Nope!" conceded Luke soulfully. 

"Well then, why should he? I'm just happy we're getting a grand apiece out 
of it, which is frankly a hell of a lot more than I expected. And don't 
forget Ted and his cousin are taking all the risks. There has got to be some 
guy who owns this chick - her husband or her boyfriend - and when she 
disappears, he's gonna start looking for her. It ain't too likely that he'll 
think of looking in a Nevada whorehouse, but the police can get real nosey 
about missing persons and kidnappings, and I'm just as happy to take my 
grand and be out of it." 

"Yeah, I guess you're right," admitted Luke gloomily. "You know, I kinda got 
to like her a little. I wonder if she'll be happy in a whorehouse." 

"Why shouldn't she be?" the bartender responded without much interest. 
"She's a nympho, isn't she? What could be happier than a nympho in a 
whorehouse?" 

"I dunno," answered Luke reflectively, helping himself to another beer. "I 
wonder what her name was. We never thought to ask." 

"Who gives a shit!" responded Murphy, and he went back to scrubbing the bar. 


THE END
