LLP-306 A Panty Compulsion
by N Van Heller


Chapter 1

The long low Jaguar cruised through the park like a slinking animal 
stalking its prey, pausing for a moment while the voluptuously sensual 
woman inside shifted gears, then the car soared effortlessly up the 
winding road ahead.

At that moment, Sally Baxter, the honey-haired blonde behind the wheel, 
was hardly aware of the battered black Plymouth following several 
hundred yards behind. Other things were whirling through her mind ... 
other more important things ... like handsome young boys! She knew she 
would find them here ... she had to find them!

It was getting urgent now. Her head was pounding, her throat was dry as 
sandpaper and a strange nervous trembling had seized her entire 
curvaceous body so that her hands shook noticeably as she held the 
steering wheel. A light sweat began to break out on her forehead as, 
almost unconsciously, she reached for the top Ions d w do saver by 
undid them one by one. Casually, the flimsy see-through material fell 
away from the ripely swelling cleavage of her young breasts until just 
a hint of the rich white mounds protruded from her brassiere.

Slowing the flashy sports car to a prowl, Sally hungrily scanned the 
fields along the side of the road ... God, nothing yet! Where were they 
all hiding, those young innocent boys that she needed so badly? Didn't 
they know she wasn't going to hurt them? Didn't they understand that 
she needed them ... needed them to watch her as she spread her legs 
apart and salaciously ran her fingers over the soft silkiness of her 
white bikini panties?

If only she could control herself ... but she had been possessed by the 
lewd urge to expose her panties ever since the age of thirteen ... ever 
since the obscene day when her uncle had come into her bedroom and 
locked the door behind him. God, she could remember every second of the 
depraved experience now ... the twisted lust-contorted expression on 
his face, the filthy things he had said to her ... even the way he had 
moved menacingly toward her as she backed off toward the wall step by 
step.

Her mind's eye blurred in confusion as it focused on a tangle of arms 
and legs, as it watched herself as a young helpless girl being thrown 
on the bed, her clothes violently ripped away from her until she was 
left with nothing but her little white panties, struggling to hold them 
on while her passion-crazed uncle fought to tear them away.

Even now the memory of the wicked event was making her head throb like 
a jackhammer. And then, miraculously out of the corner of the eye she 
sighted what she had been looking for all along!

There at the side of the road only a hundred feet away stood a whole 
enticing group of teenage boys gathered around a picnic table ... 
handsome innocent young boys who sent electrical thrills pulsing 
through her grown womanly body. No, Sally, no, a tiny inner voice 
warned her. Don't do it here, there are too many of them. They'll tell 
someone, you'll be discovered. Wait, wait, the voice cautioned, though 
her loins were already burning with a forbidden passion that could only 
be satisfied by the lewd act.

The obscene temptation was unbearable. Those young boys were gaping 
wildly at her now, they had seen the suggestive way she had undone her 
blouse. God, they were so youthful, so responsive. They were whistling 
at her. Her warmly pulsing pussy was beginning to throb and ache all 
over as the first tiny droplets of excited moisture seeped into the 
close clinging crotch-band of her skimpy panties. The tiny voice inside 
her mind began to scream and shriek at her, until in response she 
jammed down on the accelerator, lurching the car powerfully up the road 
ahead only to leave the young boys dangling behind in their lewd 
daydreams.

At that very moment the stocky man in the black Plymouth stepped down 
hard on his own accelerator, inadvertantly jostling the expensive movie 
camera laying on the front seat. Catching it out of the corner of his 
eye, he winced painfully. Hell, Nestor, he chided Self, you can't take 
chances with an expensive piece of equipment like that, not when it's 
going to get you all the evidence you need on that sexy Baxter dame.

Picking up speed the Jaguar powered around a sharp bend. Every second 
now Sally was becoming more passionately desperate. God, if she could 
only find some young boys in a quiet secluded place. Only then, when 
she had acted out her licentious fantasy in front of them, would she be 
cured of the terrible headache and nervous trembling that afflicted 
her.

Row after row of dark pine trees whizzed by on either side of the road 
until a grassy clearing opened up. Sally slammed on the brake as she 
suddenly caught sight of two young boys playing a harmless game of 
catch. God ... at last, she breathed in relief, pulling the car 
hurriedly over to the side of the road.

From the distance the two handsome youngsters looked to be fifteen or 
sixteen. The oldest boy, who had removed his tee-shirt, was taller than 
his stocky friend, and Sally could see his youthfully well-formed 
muscles straining sensually as he leaped up in the air with his glove 
for an overthrown ball. Already the lascivious excitement of wild 
anticipation was crawling like a furry caterpillar all over her 
passion-starved body. This was the perfect place. No one in the world 
would ever discover her here!

But as this reassuring thought flashed through her mind, the black 
Plymouth rounded the last bend before the hollow. Completely oblivious 
to the man who was shadowing her, Sally's eagerly aroused body began to 
shiver with tingling excitement. She slid out from behind the driver's 
seat, slammed the door shut and set out to pick her way carefully 
through the uncut grass toward the bowl-shaped hollow below where she 
had sighted the young boys.

About a hundred yards away she noticed a tall shade tree that would 
make a perfect shelter from the curious eyes of anyone else who might 
happen to wander by. It was as though fate had guided her to this 
place, as though she were being inexorably drawn to the innocent 
teenagers by some hypnotic magnet ...

Goddamn! Finally! It's about time, Nestor Burns thought to himself. The 
Baxter dame he'd been following for a week was about to make her move. 
Approaching cautiously, Burns brought his Plymouth to a halt beside the 
now-deserted Jaguar. With the engine still revving in neutral, he 
hopped out, clicked the door shut and scanned the area in front of him.

The blonde had vanished ... at least that was his first thought, but 
then, shading his eyes, he caught sight of her provocatively moving 
form. Sure enough, she was heading right toward those two young kids! 
It all made sense now ... the way she had slowed down in front of those 
other teenagers gathered around the picnic table ... the way she had 
been impatiently cruising around the park all day. Damn, he should have 
known it all along. She was going to throw a trick to those kids. She 
was hot stuff all right, and her husband was going to be very 
interested in how she spent her afternoons. Ten to one, he'd be willing 
to pay plenty for some juicy little home movies.

Burns surveyed the situation and decided the best shots would come from 
the other side of the hollow, where he could hide himself among a grove 
of pines. But there was no time to waste, hurriedly, he dashed back to 
his car, parked it out of sight in front of the Jaguar and, with his 
camera in hand, began to wind his way through the woods.

At that moment the two young boys, Tom Wilson and Jimmy Crowder, were 
completely unaware of the two figures approaching them from different 
angles ... and that was just as well, Sally Baxter thought to herself, 
because she could see their exciting teenage bodies perfectly. She 
could see their sweat-glistening muscles as they leaped and ran like 
beautiful male animals for the baseball.

Reaching the tall umbrella-like shade tree, Sally impatiently cleared 
the grass beneath her of twigs and small stones, sat down and rested 
her back against the tree's thick, comfortable trunk. Her sensually 
excited body was so tense now she thought it was going to burst open. 
The sight of the young boys was sending lewd shivers of trembling 
pleasure up and down her spine. God, they were so young they couldn't 
possibly realize how much they had excited her. They would never 
realize it either because she was going to satisfy the aching pangs of 
lust searing inside her as quickly as possible. She was going to use 
these innocent teenagers as she had secretly done so many times in the 
past. She was going to cure her headache and this was the only way ...

Sally kicked off her high-heeled shoes and spread her long slender legs 
apart against the smooth cool blanket of green grass. Her short blue 
skirt wrinkled up high on the milk-white fullness of her nakedly 
exposed thighs until she could feel the light Spring breeze rush in up 
between her widespread thighs and brush the silken warmth of her 
panties. Slowly, tenderly, as her eyes fixed on the young boys below, 
her fingers began to lovingly caress the insides of her parted legs, 
gliding up and down along the soft sensitive skin like rippling little 
waves ...

Nestor Burns by now was beginning to curse himself for the predicaments 
his job always got him into for as he worked his way toward the pine 
grove, pine needles were piercing into his suit coat, boughs of trees 
were whipping back at him, stones and rocks were scuffing his shoes ... 
Hell, but at least I'm gonna get some good shots of this crazy dame 
when she makes her play for those kids, he consoled himself.

When he had finally maneuvered directly opposite the big tree where the 
Baxter woman had taken refuge, he crouched down low beneath a bushy 
pine and aimed his camera. For several minutes he waited ... and then 
at long last things began to happen. Jimmy, a chubby kid, had just 
overthrown the baseball in Sally's direction, and his friend was 
chasing after it.

Sally's pulse began hammering again as she watched the tall bare-
chested blond boy running up the hillside in her direction to retrieve 
the ball. Her yearning nipples sprang out hard against her restraining 
brassiere as chills of obscene excitement rippled upward from her wetly 
throbbing vagina.

Any minute now this young boy was going to stop dead in his tracks and 
take notice of her. God, how desperately she wanted him to gape and see 
what she was doing up between her wide-splayed legs. How badly she 
wanted him to stare at the scanty strip of her sheer white panties 
running thinly up between her thighs---covering her secret flesh ... 
protecting it, keeping it safe from harm and the vile hands of vile 
men.

The moment she had been waiting for arrived at last ... the blond boy, 
Tom Wilson, had just stopped to scoop up the baseball when the strange 
sight suddenly hit him. He blinked his eyes incredulously. God, he 
could even see her beautiful panties nestling up between her fully 
parted thighs. And Jesus, he could hardly believe what she was doing to 
herself! Her hands had glided up to her ripely matured breasts, cupping 
and kneading them, squeezing the soft-looking mounds against each 
other. It looked as though any second they were going to spring loose 
from her white lacy brassiere and lewdly pop out from her half-undone 
blouse. Tom's body froze.

"Holy Crap!" he swore. What the hell was going on?

In the meantime, Jimmy was getting impatient.

"You gonna play boll or not?" he whined from down below, but still Tom 
didn't budge, his innocent young eyes fixed like rivets on the 
beautiful older woman licentiously fondling her breasts.

"Hey, come on, will ya?" Jimmy called again until finally in 
exasperation he threw his glove on the ground and headed up toward his 
friend. As the chubby youth came within earshot, Tom spun quickly 
around and put his finger on his mouth in a shushing gesture. "Get down 
quick," he whispered.

"What the---"

Obediently, the chubby boy sank to his knees a couple of feet behind 
Tom.

God, they had seen her now, Sally thought, as she blinked her eyes open 
momentarily. Rapidly her heart began to pound. She had obscenely 
trapped them, and now she was going to give them the thrill of their 
youthful lives. She was going to tease them until their young little 
cocks excitedly swelled to the bursting point inside their pants. 
Slowly, sensually, Sally Baxter's fingers descended from her breasts to 
the remaining three buttons of her blouse. She toyed with them 
tantalizingly for a long moment.

"Holy crap!" Jimmy gasped excitedly. "She's, she's---"

"Jesus, she's takin' her blouse off," Tom whispered in awe, watching 
her slowly pull it from her skirt. But the two pairs of youthful eyes 
were not the only ones focused on the salacious spectacle, for now 
every movement in the little grassy hollow was being recorded on film.

The movie camera whirred silently as Nestor Burns held it steadily in 
front of him in his prone position on the ground. Hell, this was real 
dynamite! He had merely expected the Baxter dame to lure those kids off 
somewhere in her car, but now she was going to do a regular strip act 
in broad daylight. Nestor could hardly believe his eyes when he saw the 
voluptuous blonde's hands slowly sliding up behind her back. Jesus, she 
was going to take her brassiere off!

At the same time Nestor Burns was peering through the viewfinder of his 
camera, the two young boys were holding their breath in amazement. 
Sally's curvaceous body wriggled, and she undid the tiny snaps, sliding 
down the shoulder straps to suddenly reveal the lusciously swelling 
flesh of her naked white breasts.

"Jesus!" Tom exclaimed excitedly, his eager young cock swelling up like 
a small hardened spear inside his pants.

"Man, would you look at those tits!" the chubby boy croaked.

Sally reveled in the wickedly naked exposure of her breasts as she 
heard the excited little whisperings float up the hill. Out of the 
corner of her eye she glimpsed at the two youths crouching in the grass 
below, their eyes heatedly fixed on her every move. Thank God, she 
thought, her headache was beginning to disappear, and soon it would be 
all gone.

Warm droplets of lust-secretions began to seep into the already 
passion-soaked silk of her panties, a signal that any minute she would 
soon be released from the nervous horror that had seized her. To build 
her trembling body toward the point of climax, she cupped the softly 
quivering mounds of her breasts with the palms of her hands and began 
to knead and squeeze them again, her thumbs teasing at the tiny bud-
like nipples, tracing tiny aching circles around them.

Not in their wildest dreams had the two boys ever conjured a scene lice 
this ... a strange, beautiful woman stripping and sensuously fondling 
herself right before their eyes!

"God, she's rubbin' 'em, she's rubbin' her tits," Jimmy hissed.

"Shut up, she'll hear us."

"Look at her now. Crap, she's spreadin' her legs apart."

Tremors of rapidly building lust sped through Sally's trembling body as 
the clandestine whispers grew louder and louder. In response, she 
lifted her knees up toward her nakedly exposed breasts, her daring 
short skirt riding up over her flaring hips to expose the glimmering 
whiteness of her little panties.

"Man, I don't know about you, but I'm gonna crawl further up and get a 
good look," Tom said.

"I'm right behind ya," Jimmy whispered, as his friend began to slide 
through the grass on his belly.

But even as they crawled stealthily toward her, the exhibitionistic 
young wife could follow their every move. God, this is what she had 
wanted all along, to tease and thrill these little boys with the 
salacious sight of her nylon panties until they could stand it no more, 
to make them pay for what her uncle had done to her so long ago. Each 
second they drew closer, her brazenly exposed body pounded and throbbed 
even more with lewd excitement.

Hypnotically, her hands slid up between the sensual whiteness of her 
inner thighs, and slowly, carefully, she began to caress the tingling 
flesh of her naked legs, her fingers moving up and down against the 
warmth of her wide-splayed legs like soft tickling feathers. Inch by 
inch they slithered up toward the glimmering whiteness of her panties, 
toward the little golden strands of pubic hair that curled invitingly 
out from the elastic crotch-band which held them captive. The lust-
moisture from her throbbing young cunt began to seep faster and faster 
into the tightly clinging web of silk until she could actually feel a 
thin stream running down her vaginal furrow and into her quivering anal 
crevice.

By now the young boys had reached the natural protection of a rock 
outcropping only twenty feet away from the sensually reclining woman. 
Their virilely hardened cocks pounded inside their pants as they stared 
in lewd amazement at the crazy things the half-naked young woman was 
doing to herself. Suddenly they heard a low moan of lascivious 
excitement break from her lust-contorted lips as her hand dropped to 
her vaginal mound.

"She's ... she's gonna beat her meat!" Jimmy gasped.

"Jesus ... I can't believe it!"

The whole scene was like something out of an obscene wet dream ... the 
lushly ripened older woman spread-eagled on the grass, her full naked 
breasts rising from her panting chest, her long shapely legs bent up 
toward her chest and spread wide, wide apart. Their mouths hung agape 
as they took it all in, as they watched her hand begin to circle 
lightly around the soft-looking mound of her panty-covered cunt.

Sally's fingers caressed the soft sicken garment lightly, and she felt 
surge after surge of forbidden excitement shoot through her like sudden 
jolts of electricity as images of the blonde bare-chested boy whirled 
crazily around in her passion-crazed mind. God, how desperately she had 
wanted to do this ...

Her hips began a series of slow up and down undulations in an even 
hypnotic rhythm as the stroking fingers of her hand danced over the 
rapidly moistening silken crotch-band of her panties.

Tom Wilson could barely keep his painfully throbbing cock inside his 
pants as he peered over the rocks at the incredible sight. Jim, 
crouched by his side, breathed hotly against his neck.

Suddenly the blonde woman's fingers slipped beneath the resilient 
elastic crotch-band and pulled it aside, revealing the blonde, hair-
covered mound of her wetly glistening pussy.

"Jeeesus," Jimmy breathed. "Just look at that cunt!"

... Meanwhile the movie camera hidden in the distant pines whirred on 
and on recording every second of the woman's progress toward orgasm. 
Nestor Burns could hardly believe what he was seeing through the lens. 
In fact, it was so incredible he was going to get an even closer look 
no matter what the risk. With the camera still rolling, he crawled 
forward from under his camouflage, slithering quietly inch by inch into 
the field the young thrill-seeking kids had just vacated. As he snaked 
forward the writhing figure of the hot little blonde came into better 
and better focus. He could even see the extended middle finger of her 
left hand poised above the nakedly exposed slit of her pussy ...

Slowly, carefully, her finger descended toward the wetly glistening 
little cuntal opening. Her eagerly trembling body was motionless until 
her finger tip made a sudden delicious contact with her hotly pulsating 
cuntal furrow. For a long second she quivered like a bow-string, then 
she could stand it no longer! Slowly she pushed inward into the warm 
wet flesh of her vaginal lips.

"Aaaaaagh," she gasped in sudden relief

"Jesus!" the tall blond boy whispered. His youthful cock was rock-hard 
and pounding inside his pants and a light sweat broke out on his 
forehead. God, even though he could see it, he still did not believe 
it! She was going to finger-fuck herself in broad daylight! He watched 
excitedly as her gyrating hips ground up and down like a machine 
against her outstretched finger, causing the bulging mound of her pussy 
to look like it was going to swallow her whole hand ...

Tiny tingling sensations streamed through Sally's shamelessly aroused 
body as her fingers groped for her passion-dampened cuntal slit. 
Jerking the tight elastic leg-band of her bikini panties farther aside 
with one hand, she slid the relentlessly probing extended middle finger 
of her other hand even deeper up into the tight wetness of her splayed 
out cuntal slit. She used her other fingers to part the soft wet curls 
of sparse pubic hair framing the small pink opening.

A low moan breaking from her lust-contorted lips, she thrust her 
extended middle finger all the way up to the hilt into the slippery 
warmth.

"Goddamn! Oh, God ... damn!" Jimmy panted, barely able to control 
himself.

The young wife's eyes remained clenched tightly shut as her extended 
middle finger began slowly fucking in and out of her hotly absorbing 
cunt. But still her ears were open and she reveled in the excited 
whispers of the aroused young boys. The very thought of them watching 
while she fingered herself drove her into a wild state of narcissistic 
lust. Her trembling legs suddenly kicked out, her heels digging 
fiercely into the grass beneath, as though to brace herself.

Jimmy's eyes bulged out like watermelons from his chubby face, his 
stiffened young penis jerking wildly inside his pants. God, how he 
wanted to jump on top of her and cum all over her silky white panties! 
His hands were sweating profusely with crazy excitement. God, it was 
like something out of the dirty picture books they passed around in 
school ...

Sally could feel the fires of lust hotly scorching her passion-inflamed 
body now. Her full red lips bared back over her teeth and her hips 
undulated almost violently as she arched up her back so that her hotly 
palpitating pussy lips could devour even more of her extended middle 
finger. Any minute she was going to cum! She could feel every tautly 
tensing muscle in her contorting body straining toward the nerve-
shattering climax that would finally release her from the lewd racing 
tension.

With her free hand she grasped the silken crotch-band of her lust-
drenched panties, caressing and squeezing it as the extended middle 
Anger of her other hand sawed wantonly in and out of her tight little 
cunt. Her voluptuously swaying breasts rose and fell as heavy gasps and 
moans gunned from her lips. Her head began to thrash from side to side, 
the long golden locks of her flailing hair from shoulder to shoulder. 
The veins in her neck stood out like velvet-covered steel tendons as 
her convulsing body strained and writhed insanely.

As she gasped and moaned in wild feverish abandon, the hand between her 
legs harshly twisted and turned, her bobbing fingers sucking and 
sluicing against the thick warm fluid up inside her cunt. God, if only 
she could reach her fist all the way up inside her quaking belly! While 
her hips lewdly bobbed and jerked and her flexing buttocks slapped 
against the grass beneath, she inserted a second extended finger deep 
up into her hungrily grasping vagina. The two stiffly probing fingers 
went deep, deep up into her pulsing young cunt and she could feel the 
extra width bringing her double pleasure. Gasping and moaning 
desperately, she twisted and writhed on the ground. Oh God, she could 
feel her orgasm coming ... How she could feel it!!

Nestor Burns, who had returned to his camera, carefully adjusted the 
zoom lens to home in on the salacious spectacle on the other side. God, 
that Baxter bitch was a hot piece of ass, he swore to himself.

As though to confirm the detective's thoughts, a long frenzied moan of 
sheer ecstasy rumbled from Sally's straining throat as her whole 
twisting body worked toward orgasm. Suddenly her legs twitched up and 
out, kicking spasmodically. Her pelvis jerked lewdly upward as her feet 
thudded hard to the ground again.

Then, in a split second, like lava suddenly released from a long-
dormant volcano, hot thick streams of cum emptied from her loins. Her 
cum spurted over her deeply thrusting fingers and into the shimmering 
nylon of her tiny white panties. Her whole lewdly aroused body twitched 
and thrashed in uncontrollable convulsions as deep agonized groans of 
obscene abandon poured from her lips. The hotly raging cum spewed over 
her flexing thighs in a seemingly never-ending wave of ecstatic 
fulfillment.

"Holy shit," Jimmy groaned from behind the rocks, as he watched 
incredulously while the young blonde woman jerked and twitched in a 
lewd dance of desire. Her eyes tightly shut, her mouth gaping, Sally's 
hands fell wearily to her side and the tight elastic leg-band of her 
panties snapped back over her cum-matted pubic hairs, covering her 
moistly quivering cuntal slit.

God, I've done it! she gasped in relief, her nakedly trembling breasts 
rising and falling in rhythm with her heavy breathing. She had finger-
fucked herself in front of these young unsuspecting boys, and now her 
intensely throbbing headache was beginning to disappear. Her nervous 
trembling had vanished. She sighed an ecstatic sigh of comfort as her 
satiated body receded into perfect stillness. Now she was free and no 
one would ever know.

"Let's get outa here," Tom whispered suddenly.

"J-Jeesus," Jimmy muttered, his bulging eyes still riveted on the 
salacious spectacle he had witnessed. He felt a sudden tug on his 
shirt.

"Come on, Jimmy," Tom insisted. "Let's go before we get into trouble."

The bare-chested blond boy suddenly bolted from behind the rock and 
scurried down into the hollow below with his friend in hot pursuit ...

Nestor Burns did not bother to get out of the way when he saw the two 
teenagers charging toward him. Instead, his mind was on that hot little 
Baxter bitch. God, if he weren't on the job, he would have jumped right 
on top of her and shoved his eagerly pulsating cock deep up inside that 
tight little pussy of hers.

"Oh, God! Look ..." Tom gasped in shock as he saw the camera, and 
stopped dead in his tracks. The chubby boy nearly slammed into him but 
checked himself.

"Holy shit---" Jimmy whispered. "That guy down there's been watching 
us."

"Yeah, and he's got a camera, too."

"Come on, let's get outa here," Jimmy whispered, and without wasting a 
second the two young boys charged across the field into the pine grove

Nestor Burns chuckled to himself. Hell, the husband of that Baxter 
broad would be willing to pay plenty for the films he had taken.

He was still chuckling later that afternoon when he returned to his 
small two-room apartment. One quick call to Rod Baxter at his law 
office was going to bring plenty of money, he told himself. Baxter had 
hired him two weeks ago on the suspicion that his wife was having an 
affair with somebody or other; but hell, it was some affair all right 
... the Baxter dame was out finger-fucking herself in front of young 
kids while Baxter was working away inside his office..

Burns smiled broadly and tossed his hat on the small creaky bed as he 
picked up the telephone receiver. He had just dialed the third digit to 
Baxter's office when an idea suddenly struck him ... a very interesting 
and profitable idea.

Don't be stupid, Nestor told himself. Sure, you'll be able to jack up 
your price with this Baxter guy, but just think how much you'll be able 
to get from his wife!

Pleased with himself, the detective tilted his head back and roared 
with laughter. Why hadn't he thought of it before? Hell, all he had to 
do was show Mrs. Baxter what he had and he was set for life. God knows, 
he needed the money. In the last month he'd lost over a thousand 
dollars playing poker. Now was his chance to win it all back ... the 
easy way.



Chapter 2


"Where are you going now honey?" Rod Baxter asked his wife on Saturday 
morning, taking a sip of coffee as he waited for her to answer.

"How did you know I was going out?" Sally said, surprised.

"Because you always scurry around when you're getting ready to go 
somewhere."

Sally marveled at her husband's uncanny perceptiveness. He was a sharp-
witted lawyer, and his observation was exactly right. She had been 
clearing the dishes from the breakfast table rather hurriedly, and she 
was going in town today for a special reason.

"It's a surprise, I can't tell you," she said cheerfully.

At that, Rod ducked behind his newspaper and took another sip of 
coffee. Either his young wife was a very good liar or she was telling 
the truth. For a month now she had been doing an awful lot of going 
out, and he was determined to find out what was behind it all. For 
sometime in fact he had frankly suspected her of having an affair. 
After all, she was an attractive young woman still in her early 
twenties, and he was almost forty. She wouldn't be the first young wife 
to find herself a boy friend while hubby was working.

But still, Rod thought to himself, the evidence did not add up. The 
private detective he had hired so far could not report anything on her.

According to Nestor Burns, she simply took long rides outside town in 
the sports car. It seemed as though something was troubling her, 
although Rod would be damned if he could figure out what it was. As far 
as he could remember they had had only one serious argument, and that 
had occurred a month ago. Rod had returned from work after winning an 
important case, and they had gone to a fancy restaurant in downtown 
Philadelphia to celebrate. After returning home they headed immediately 
upstairs to bed.

He could not remember ever desiring his voluptuous young wife's body so 
ardently as that night, and in the beginning she had seemed willing 
enough to accommodate him. But as they undressed, something strange had 
happened.

"I want your body tonight," he said, playfully at first. "All of it. 1 
want you to take your panties off for a change. Don't be shy." "Not my 
panties," she had protested, but cheerfully enough.

If it weren't for the drinks he had consumed that night, Rod would have 
let well enough alone. In the two years they had been married she had 
always insisted on keeping her panties on in bed, but yet she had 
always been willing to give him what he wanted. That night, though, he 
had been too insistent, and he could recall almost everything that 
happened ... later.

He remembered how playfully his arms circled around her slender waist 
as she stood in front of the dresser and how his thumbs hooked into the 
tight elastic waistband of her little white panties. With a sudden 
rough force he jerked down on them, yanking them clear of her violently 
wrenching buttocks. He could never have dreamed her reaction would be 
so furious. A sudden piercing scream escaped from her lips and she 
pushed him away fiercely.

"Get out of here," she screamed, her face livid with rage. Tears were 
welling up inside her eyes. "I don't ever want you to touch my panties 
again." That had done it, she had ruined his whole night for him.

All along he had known of her secret hang up involving panties, but had 
never realized the depth of it until that night. Since the early days 
of their marriage he had been willing to excuse it, and in fact, he had 
even enjoyed it, because it was like an exciting strip tease with the 
flimsy piece of silk always the last tantalizing barrier between him 
and the secret treasure of her loins. It was sexy in the same way a 
scantily clad woman is always more attractive than a completely naked 
female.

Things still didn't add up, though. How could there be any connection 
between her panty hang up and the fact that she spent afternoons riding 
around in the Jaguar? He was beginning to regret that he had been so 
suspicious in the first place, and now his mind drifted back to reality 
...

The newsprint in front of him blurred until he realized he had been 
reading the same column for ten minutes. Sally's soft hands squeezed 
his shoulders.

"Now you be good today and just relax. When I come back I'm going to 
have a nice surprise for you." She bent forward and kissed him tenderly 
on the cheek.

"That's my girl," he said, and as she left the kitchen in her light 
blue spring dress he felt terribly guilty. How could he have suspected 
her of having an affair. If only there were some way he could make it 
up to her ...

A half hour later the long Jaguar lurched out of the Baxter driveway in 
the direction of downtown Philadelphia. As Sally guided it along the 
winding tree-shaded suburban street, she could feel pangs of guilt 
lancing her mind. Why, why had she ever let herself get so carried away 
with those young boys? There must be some other way of freeing herself 
from the horrible tension that constantly seized her ... if only she 
knew what it was.

It was a sickness, she kept telling herself over and over again as the 
Jaguar picked up speed. Ever since her uncle had tried to rape her she 
had wanted to tease and torment every male she came across by 
suggestively exposing her panties. She could not help herself, and now 
the only thing she could do in repentance was to show her love for Rod. 
It would only be a small, insignificant gesture, an inadequate one, but 
she had heard him complaining the other day that he wanted to buy some 
new shirts. The least she could do was to buy them for him as a gift he 
would appreciate, and it was for this reason that she was heading in 
town.

As Sally glanced in the rear view mirror she noticed for the first time 
a battered old black Plymouth and the seedy-looking driver behind the 
wheel. An unconscious warning signal flashed through her mind. Had she 
seen that car somewhere before? Was someone following her? No, it 
couldn't be, she thought. After all, this was the main highway leading 
into Philadelphia. Any number of people would be taking it. She glanced 
at her watch. It was almost eleven.

*  *  *

By two in the afternoon, Nestor Burns' feet were killing him. He had 
yanked down his glossy striped tie, undone the first two buttons of his 
shirt and mopped the sweat from his brow. Perspiration was soaking his 
armpits, and his feet felt as though they were going to burst through 
his shoes. This was the kind of job he hated ... following a dame while 
she went shopping. They could never make up their minds!

So far the Baxter woman had pranced in and out of at least six 
exclusive men's stores. She had walked all over downtown Philadelphia 
with him following her everywhere. The only thing that kept Burns going 
was the thought of the big payoff involved, and he was moving closer to 
it every second. The minute Sally Baxter returned to the parking garage 
he was going to make his move.

Sally's feet were killing her too as she hurried along Market Street 
toward the parking garage with her shopping cartons weighing down on 
her arms. Half the things she had bought for Rod could have been 
delivered, but she was anxious to surprise him tonight and couldn't 
bear the thought of waiting for days.

She did not notice the heavy-set man in the blue suit trailing behind 
her for the simple reason that the streets were crowded with afternoon 
shoppers, almost shoulder to shoulder. She did not notice him until the 
attendant in the parking lot held open the door to the Jaguar and she 
climbed inside.

Up front, a large black car---a Plymouth stood blocking the exit. She 
honked her horn irritably until she realized she had seen it somewhere 
before. Yes, she thought to herself, it was the car that followed her 
on the expressway into Philadelphia.

The driver, who had climbed out, was walking toward her and he was 
leaning forward into her open window, his sweating, puffy face only 
inches away from hers.

"Mrs. Baxter, is it?"

"Y-yes," Sally replied hesitantly. Who was he anyway and what did he 
want with her, she wondered.

"I have something that might interest you," he announced importantly, 
enjoying the look of sudden fear that had seized her face.

"What do you mean?" she protested. "I don't even know you."

"Yes, but I know you," he said without a trace of fear or embarrassment 
in his confident voice. His cold glassy eyes fixed on her.

"I wish you would move your car, it's blocking my exit," she snapped, 
desperately trying to keep her composure.

"I know some of your friends," he continued casually. "Some young boys. 
They like to play baseball. And it seems there's a certain woman who 
likes to watch them ... I have some interesting baseball movies I'd 
like you to see ..."

Sally's heart suddenly jumped into her throat, and a cold clammy sweat 
broke out on her palms. Her hands trembled with fear. Who was this 
strange overbearing man? And how did he know about the young boys?

"Don't worry, I'm not with the police, although I have a lot of friends 
who are cops. I'm only interested in one thing ... money. I want you to 
follow me. You'll be perfectly safe."

For a long moment Sally sat immobilized with fear, her mind a whirl of 
confusion. Somehow this man had discovered her secret. It was 
impossible for him to be lying. He knew what she had done.

"Hey, let's go you two!" A garage attendant suddenly yelled.

"Follow me," Burns commanded sternly, and without a further moment of 
hesitation he retreated from her window and headed for the black 
Plymouth. Its engine gunned, and the car lurched forward out into the 
street.

Numbed and confused, Sally Baxter obeyed Burns' command automatically. 
She shifted the powerful Jaguar into gear and eased out behind his car.

Unconsciously, she had always known it would happen this way. She had 
been exposing her panties to young boys for years now, and she knew 
deep inside that she was bound to be caught one day. But the 
realization did little to calm her. Her entire body trembled with fear. 
It had finally happened. She was trapped.



Chapter 3


Nestor Burns' two-room apartment was located in a rundown area of South 
Philadelphia on the third floor of a converted brick row house. The 
house faced out on a narrow street littered with jettisoned paper and 
garbage. It wasn't the type of place that Burns showed his clients, who 
were few and far between anyway, and it certainly wasn't the type of 
place often visited by a ravishing blonde driving a Jaguar.

Sally pulled up by the curb directly behind the black Plymouth and 
climbed hesitantly out of the sports car. By now, Burns was already at 
his doorstep jangling his keys in his hand, but for Sally it was a long 
slow death march to the door as horrible thoughts ran through her mind. 
What did this stranger want from her? And where was he taking her? She 
had never seen a slum like this in her life before.

The inside of the place was just as bad as she had imagined. 
Hesitantly, she followed the hulking figure in front of her as he 
mounted the dingy brown stairway.

"My place ain't too tidy," Burns said, throwing open the door to his 
apartment when they had reached the second floor. "But it'll do."

What an understatement, Sally thought. The place looked as though it 
had been bombed out. In the middle of the floor stood a rickety wooden 
table cluttered with whiskey bottles, paper coffee containers and 
clustered poker chips. A single naked electric light bulb hung down 
from the ceiling. In a far corner of the room a hulking brute of a 
German shepherd lay curled up asleep. Sally gasped in surprise, 
clutching her throat as she sighted the animal, but then realized that 
he was probably harmless.

"In here," the detective pointed at a curtained archway which led to 
another room.

"W-where are you taking me?" Sally stammered.

Burns simply chuckled and led the way into the bedroom. For a long 
moment Sally stood her ground. Should she run away now from this 
horrible place? What would happen if she stayed? She remained paralyzed 
with indecision until she finally realized the hopelessness of her 
situation. The detective wasn't just bluffing. He knew what she had 
done. There was no choice.

Her mind made up, she entered the bedroom and cringed. It was even more 
of a mess than the other room. Occupying the middle of the room was a 
lopsided bed with unkempt sheets. Glasses cluttered a cheap dresser 
which faced a faded mirror hanging crookedly on the wall, and on the 
dresser stood an aged dime-store photo of an actress.

"I'm a bachelor," Burns said, as though that explained away the mess. 
"How about a drink?"

"I would prefer to discuss business, Mister ..."

"Burns, Nestor Burns. Private detective ..." He grinned broadly at her 
as he reached for a calling card inside his jacket.

"So that's it, you're a private detective. I don't suppose you'll tell 
me who put you up to this?"

Burns smiled at her secretively but did not bother to respond. He 
didn't have to answer; she knew already that it was Rod who had hired 
his services. She should have known he was getting suspicious of her 
... the way he was always cross-examining her about what she did during 
the day.

"The business we want to discuss is very sensitive," Burns said 
politely, as he went over to the dresser and began mixing two drinks. 
"So I think you'd better sit down," he said, casually nodding toward 
the bed.

"I beg your pardon," she protested, but Burns was already upon her, 
thrusting the drink in her hand, practically forcing her down on the 
bed.

"Stay there," he commanded and headed toward a closet in another corner 
of the room. He emerged with a film reel which he casually tossed on 
the bed and a projector which he began setting up.

"So, you haven't been lying," Sally sighed dejectedly, she tried to 
raise the drink to her lips, but her hand was trembling too violently.

"You're going to be interested in this little film of mine," Burns 
leered as he began threading it through the projector.

In a desperate effort to calm her shattered nerves, Sally gulped down a 
large sip of the bitter whiskey. It was still burning in her throat 
when, a moment later, Burns flicked off the light switch and turned on 
the projector. Before she knew what was happening he suddenly plumped 
down on the edge of the bed beside her. Together they faced the bare 
wall, which in a moment was about to unfold the deepest secrets of her 
hidden sex life.

For Sally it was like the slow beginning of a long familiar nightmare 
as the blue unnatural light of the projector began to flicker 
unsteadily on the bare plaster wall in front of her eyes.

The first frames were innocent enough: the long sleek Jaguar cruising 
effortlessly through the park ... the young handsome boys on the picnic 
table. And then, second by second, the bitter memories began to 
reappear in front of her widening eyes ... The figures of the two 
innocent boys playing catch in the hollow ... the film flickered on ... 
the voluptuous young blonde woman reclining beneath the tall shade 
tree, the buttons of her clinging blouse slowly coming undone ... and 
then the hands gliding softly up the white glimmering flesh of her 
parting thighs ... pushing the short skirt up over her small girlish 
waist ... the handsome blonde boy suddenly catching sight of her, his 
eyes popping wide with amazement ...

It was all too real, it was too much to bear! She could not stand 
watching the film.

"Stop! Stop!" Sally gasped suddenly. Her whole body stiffened, and she 
sprang up from the bed to block the lewdly flickering picture, her 
glass flying from her hand. She felt Burns' hand suddenly tightening 
around her wrist.

"No, Mrs. Baxter, you're going to see it all. You're going to see 
everything you did to those innocent young boys."

"Please, please," she gasped desperately.

"Sit down." She could feel his other hand locking onto her free wrist 
and firmly forcing her back down on the bed. Try as she might, she 
could not escape the relentless images dancing obscenely against the 
wall in front of her.

The depraved blonde woman on the screen had now slid her hand high up 
between her wantonly parted legs. Her excited fingers rubbed teasingly 
against the panty-cloaked mound of her vagina and her slightly parted 
lips bared back against her teeth, as her eyes fluttered in ecstasy 
while her fingers massaged the excitedly moistening crotch-band of her 
white nylon panties. Suddenly the familiar woman on the screen jerked 
the moistened elastic strip of her panties aside. Her extended middle 
finger stood poised at the naked hair-lined furrow of her passionately 
quivering cuntal slit. The two eager young boys snaked cautiously 
through the grass toward the pile of rocks not twenty feet from the 
lust-incited woman. It was so real, so lewd!

Sally winced in shame as her secret past flickered before her eyes. 
That lewdly writhing woman was her, Sally Baxter! It was all too 
horrible to be true!

"Oh! God!" she moaned as she turned her face away in horror from the 
merciless film. God, she was ready to collapse. Her whole life had 
suddenly caved in on her.

"No, Mrs. Baxter, you're going to watch it all. You're going to watch 
every depraved minute of it, and then we'll talk or you go to jail," 
Burns snarled. He grasped her chin in his rough callused hands and 
jerked her face in the direction of the wall.

For a moment Sally struggled to clench her eyes shut against the 
horrible reality that the uncouth detective was forcing on her, but the 
intensity of the obscenely flickering images was too much for her. She 
found herself attracted to them like a moth toward light. In wide-eyed 
horror she beheld the madly bucking woman on the screen ramming her 
fingers deep up inside her tight clasping pussy in front of the amazed 
young boys. The woman's body writhed and twisted in shameless abandon 
on the grass, her short blue skirt doubled back up over her hips, her 
fingers playing over the thin white sliver of her silk-lined panties. 
Her tortured lips feverishly spewed out groans of wanton lust. The 
woman on the screen was her! It was impossible to believe!

Even now as she beheld the salacious spectacle, Sally could feel tiny 
droplets of moisture seeping into the flimsy silken crotch-band of her 
snugly encasing panties. The same feelings of forbidden desire that had 
overcome her in the park were beginning to tremble lewdly through her 
loins once again as she watched the depraved reenactment.

"Stop it, stop it!" she screamed suddenly. Burns gave her a leering 
smile as he moved closer to her on the bed and tossed back his drink.

"Not on your life, baby."

"No, no please, I'll give you anything you want ... anything," she 
pleaded, tears choking her eyes.

She was just where he wanted her now, Burns thought. She was frantic. 
Quickly he pushed himself off the bed and headed to the projector, 
switching it off. The flickering images of the madly writhing woman 
finger-fucking herself danced on the wall for another obscene moment 
and died as the room went suddenly dark.

Somewhere nearby she could hear the detective shuffling about, but for 
the life of her it was impossible to see anything, and now a sudden 
panic seized her, making her spring from the bed once again and grope 
hopelessly along the wall for the light switch. Her hands reached out 
in blind desperation, but Burns' massive body was suddenly looming in 
front of her. And when she reached out to push him aside she shuddered. 
Her hands were pressing against his naked hairy chest, when he roughly 
yanked her against him, she realized he was completely naked! Suddenly 
she knew what he wanted. He was going to rape her!

"Oh, please---" she gasped as her heart caught in her throat, pounding 
so rapidly that it threatened to break through her chest.

"You said anything, remember, baby?" You'll give me anything."

Burns' rough hands latched onto her wrists, pulling her fearfully 
trembling body toward him until she could feel his hot aroused breath 
raking her face. Impulsively, she struggled to free herself, but his 
hands tightened like vises.

"No, I didn't mean---" she tried desperately to explain.

"You didn't mean what, baby? You didn't mean a little piece of ass? You 
gave those young boys a nice shot at your panties, sweetheart. Now 
what's wrong with a little bit for good old Nestor Burns?"

"Let me go, let me go," the terrified young wife squealed. Vainly she 
struggled to escape his tight death grip, but she knew she was trapped.

"Sure, I'll let you go, Mrs. Baxter. But the minute I do, I'm gonna see 
that your husband gets a good look at a copy of these movies I took. 
It'll have to be a copy because the original is going to be in the 
hands of the cops."

A sharp pang of fear raced up Sally's spine. She had been trapped by 
her own panty compulsion, and now she was going to be forced against 
her will to submit to the depraved desires of this unscrupulous man. 
Then all her terror was magnified tenfold as the private detective 
abruptly reached over and switched on the lights! His lewdly grinning 
face stared hungrily down at her, and the trembling young wife thought 
she had never seen a more menacing expression in her life.

"No, I won't ... let me go," she sobbed quietly. "I can't." But Burns 
had had enough. His hands suddenly released her wrists and circled 
around behind her back crushing her fearfully trembling body toward 
him. In one swift movement his mouth clamped wetly down over her soft 
moist lips as she struggled to break free from him.

He'd be damned if he was going to let her get away now. He had seen how 
this crazy nympho performed for those young kids the way her voluptuous 
body bucked and writhed lewdly on the grass as she rammed her fingers 
deep up inside her excited pussy. Hell no, he wasn't about to let her 
go. Underneath her mask of respectable suburban housewife she was a 
raving whore begging to be fucked. And he was going to shove his cock 
so deep up inside her tight little cunt that she would be begging for 
mercy ... and begging for more.

"I just want to see those little panties of yours, baby," Burns groaned 
hotly into her ear. "Just a little panty fuck, that's all I want. Can't 
you just feel my big hard cock slipping past your panties ... throbbing 
against your pussy lips ..."

Sally breathed heavily and tried to squirm away from the lust-crazed 
naked man. But in spite of her resistance, the detective's lewd words 
and the filthy movie she had just seen were exciting her. Now, pressed 
up tight against her squirming body, the whites of his eyes glinted at 
her in the darkness. Slowly his hand glided down the back of her blue 
dress, over the smooth curve of her back and grasped the softly 
yielding mounds of her buttocks.

"Let me go!" she demanded hysterically, her hands pushing out against 
his hairy naked chest. But it was too late, Burns knew what he wanted 
and he was going to get it right now. He maneuvered her struggling 
young body against the bed, until the backs of her knees struck the 
edge of the mattress. For a long moment she fought with all her 
strength to keep from falling backwards, but the burly man's weight was 
overpowering, and he forced her down against the sheets, his weight 
crushing on top of her.

"I can't ... I can't ..." she breathed, helplessly pinned beneath him. 
"Oh God, please don't ... please! I can't."

"You can and you will once I get my cock inside those little silk 
panties of yours, baby," he groaned. Sally struggled with all her might 
to keep her legs locked together, but her frantic squirming only made 
the rapidly stiffening bulge inside the detective's pants leap up even 
harder.

His lips clamped wetly down over her mouth again and he forced his 
tongue in between her teeth.

"Aaaaah, aaaaah!" she groaned as his tongue speared fiercely into the 
warm wet cavern of her mouth, wrapping lewdly around her own struggling 
tongue like a powerful snake. His hot saliva flooded her mouth as he 
flicked excitedly deeper into her throat.

"Aaaaagh!" she gagged. Her resisting body wriggled hopelessly on the 
bed. Involuntarily, her legs kicked out wide apart, thrashing against 
the tangled sheets and Burns used the opportunity to thrust his leg in 
between her thighs and force them further apart. His knee ground up 
hard against the hot quivering mound of her vagina as his hugely erect 
penis nudged against her stomach.

"God, God," Sally moaned deliriously, her head thrashing from side to 
side, whipping her long blonde curls from shoulder to shoulder.

"Just your panties, baby, that's all I want. Just let me rub those 
little panties of yours," Burns breathed heavily.

"P-please ..." Sally mewled in protest, though it was too late. The 
detective's hand was already gliding up between her desperately kicking 
legs. His fingers were caressing the silky smoothness of her nylon 
stockings as they traveled up her savagely struggling thighs. In spite 
of the dire warnings her mind flashed to her, Sally's body began to 
react traitorously to the outrages she was being subjected to. Burns 
mounted himself squarely between her wide-splayed legs and crawled 
forward until she could feel the rigidly throbbing beat of his cock 
against her panty-clad vagina. Clenching her eyes tightly shut, she 
fought with all her might against the hopelessness of her degrading 
position until ever so slowly the unwanted secretion of her 
involuntarily responding loins began to seep out from the depths of her 
pussy into the close-clinging web of silk.

Burns' hand eagerly slid further up between the smooth columns of her 
flared-out thighs until his hungrily searching fingers were caressing 
the naked flesh above the tops of her nylon stockings. He yanked hard 
on them, pulling against the stretching resilience of her garter 
straps. The straps strained and held for a moment, but like the last 
ounce of resisting energy inside Sally Baxter's body, they suddenly 
gave way, and the detective began to slide the sheer nylons down over 
the lusciously flaring curves of her legs.

Like a keen hound he scented blood now, and his hotly aroused body was 
not going to stop for anything. Slowly, his right hand began to tunnel 
farther up between her wide-splayed thighs until his fingertips played 
with the wisps of pubic hairs that guarded the entrance to her loins.

"Aaaaagh, God, stop!" she pled excitedly, her hand clamping down hard 
on top of his. Any minute now she realized he would be at her panties, 
and it would be all over. The last bastion of her resistance would 
disappear the second his fingers touched the flimsy moistened material.

Strange, electrically tingling sensations overtook her body now as his 
fingers crawled relentlessly closer to the guarded treasure of her 
pussy. Abruptly she stiffened with hot excitement as his extended 
middle finger insinuated itself beneath her panty leg band and touched 
the feverishly moistened lips of her vagina. Her hips bucked up 
traitorously against his searching hand while the sharp little buds of 
her nipples stiffened inside the restraining cups of her brassiere.

"Noooo," she gasped again and, horrified at the thought of losing all 
control, she suddenly wrenched her body away from him and rolled onto 
her side in an effort to escape. Quickly, she was yanked back again and 
lay helpless beneath him.

Burns breathed heavily with mounting excitement. He had her now, he was 
at her precious panties, and there was no stopping him. She was 
powerless to resist. This beautiful little bitch was going to be all 
his. In a matter of minutes she would be begging and screaming for his 
long hard cock. Nothing in the world could stop him now!

Suddenly his free hand slid between her back and the mattress, and he 
lifted her shoulders an inch off the mattress as he struggled clumsily 
with the zipper on her dress. Ferociously, he yanked at it while his 
tongue snaked back between her teeth into the hot wetness of her mouth. 
A muffled squeal of protest blurted from her lips as she helplessly 
pounded against his sweating body with her fists. In response his hand 
jerked her zipper down violently, and a cool rush of air raked across 
her naked shoulders.

Eagerly his hands slipped into the opening of her dress from behind and 
tore apart the tightly restricting brassiere. His fingers popped the 
snaps open and he pushed the brassiere up and away from the soft mounds 
of her heaving breasts. With a sudden burst of animal fury, he jerked 
down hard on the straps of her dress, pulling them away from her 
shoulders until her frantically quivering breasts were exposed to his 
gaze.

"God ... please!" Sally pleaded, and twisted her tortured face away 
from his hungrily probing mouth. "Please ... please ... I'll give you 
money, anything ... but not this ..."

"Just your panties, baby," Burns gasped hoarsely, knowing this would 
get her.

From the beginning he knew she was a panty freak and the moment he 
started playing with them, she would be his. As his right hand glided 
up into the silk-skinned mound of her vagina his left hand seized the 
resilient mounds of her milk-white breasts and trapped the sensitive 
pink bud-like nipples between thumb and forefinger, ferociously 
squeezing them until a gasp of pain escaped from her lips. He twisted 
her toward him, throbbing the covered hardness of his lust-inflamed 
penis against the panty-protected "vee" of her cunt.

His face contorted with lust, he tore the rumpled dress down from her 
heaving belly, hurling her back against the mattress and ripping the 
garment down over her obscenely splayed legs.

"Oh nooo ... God noooo!" Sally screamed, desperately trying to twist 
away from him. Her half-naked body squirmed and bucked on the bed 
before his merciless assault, and now only her sheer white panties and 
smooth nylon stockings remained to protect her from the vicious attack 
she knew was about to begin. She gasped in terror as a look of raw lust 
crept over his face, but there was nothing ... nothing at all she could 
do. She was like a struggling animal battling against the iron jaws of 
a trap.

He bent over her again and his hungry mouth came down over her wetly 
glistening lips, his tongue ramming between her teeth. She could feel 
it curling warmly around her own tongue, and a piteous moan of 
desperation rumbled from her throat.

This hot little bitch was going to get a real workout, Burns vowed to 
himself. He was going to turn her into a sex-crazed slut, begging and 
screaming for his big stiff cock. His right hand seized the warmly 
pulsating mound of her vagina as his left hand descended from her 
trembling breasts, down the quivering bowl of her undulating belly, to 
the smooth, naked curve of her inner thigh.

"Aaaagh ... please!" she mewled, helplessly fighting against his 
eagerly searching fingers as they coursed back up her leg and kneaded 
the full sensitive flesh of her thighs. But even as she fought, Sally 
knew it was hopeless as she felt his tongue flicked lizard-like into 
the cavern of her groaning mouth.

She may be fighting now, Burns thought, but she was going to love every 
minute of it. He could tell from the way her voluptuous body was 
involuntarily bucking and squirming, as though it couldn't wait to be 
fucked.

As his mouth hungrily worked at her lips, the extended middle finger of 
his right hand slipped into the moistly aroused furrow of her cuntal 
slit, pushing the warm smooth silk of her panties up between the little 
lips of her pussy. Her hips bucked wildly in response. impulsively his 
left hand slithered up to the rounded softness of her breasts again, 
and his fingers pinched teasingly at her throbbing nipples.

"Oh God ... Ooooooh!" Sally moaned, arching her head back into the bed 
sheets, her eyes screwed tightly shut. She could feel Burns' hands 
retreating from her quivering breasts now, curling beneath her thighs, 
and eagerly squeezing at the voluptuous flesh of her buttocks. 
Suddenly, his right hand withdrew from her panties and gripped her at 
the knee. With a loud animal grunt he rolled off the bed, jerked her 
legs out straight and savagely yanked down her dress. He pulled it down 
from her knees, tore it ferociously away from her ankles, and hurled it 
in a haphazard heap on the floor.

"No ... no ... please," she moaned deliriously, shaking her head from 
side to side against the mattress. But no mercy was coming from Burns, 
who stood in front of her completely naked, his rock hard cock lunging 
out from under his heavy paunch like the menacing shad t of a blunt 
spear. He looked down at her, his eyes glowing in anticipation as he 
began to stroke the heavy foreskin back and forth over the blood-filled 
throbbing head.

"Like that?" he grinned, obviously enjoying the brutal torment he was 
subjecting her to. He was a sadist, and he watched the trembling young 
wife as though she were a trapped doe and he the dog, the faint cruel 
glint glowing now in his eye like a hotly burning ember. "You're gonna 
enjoy my cock when I put it inside those little panties of yours," he 
said menacingly. He came closer to the bed and watched the contorted 
expressions of paralyzed fear cross over her face like some tidal wave 
of darkness. Sally tried desperately to speak, but she was frozen to 
the mattress. Against her will her eyes dropped to the enormous shaft 
of rigid flesh he was massaging in his hand. She had never seen 
anything like it before.

God, it was so incredibly thick!

In spite of her fear she found herself wondering how any woman could 
take such a thing inside her without being split apart. He was built 
and he knew it. He stood a moment longer reveling in the huge size of 
his cock.

"D-don't touch me," Sally managed to stammer through her immobilizing 
fear, though she knew there was no escape. He was going to ravish her 
helpless young body no matter how she pleaded with him not to.

Suddenly, the burly private detective mounted the bed on top of her 
again, his hairy log thrusting once more between her wide-splayed 
thighs. He cupped her face in his palms and jerked her head up toward 
him, thrusting his tongue far into the hot liquid depths of her mouth. 
She could feel the heat of his rigidly erect penis throbbing against 
the naked flesh of her trembling belly. A last faint thought of trying 
to tear herself away from him flickered across her mind but faded with 
the pain of his fingers digging into the sides of her face

"That's a girl," he breathed softly into her mouth.

With a swift motion, his hands traveled from her face over the smoothly 
flowing curves of her naked body until they were playing against the 
smooth flimsy material of her panties. She trembled in fear as he 
hooked his fingers into the tight elastic waistband and muttered a 
faint, lustful sigh.

No ... no ... not my panties, Sally cried and squirmed away from him. 
His grip tightened once again.

"I'm not gonna take your fucking panties off. I just wanna rub my cock 
against them," he hissed through tightly clenched teeth.

She could feel his fingers descending across her belly to her tightly 
clenched buttocks. His lips quickly withdrew from hers, and in a sudden 
lust-maddened impulse, his head dove down to her quivering belly. His 
warm wet lips pressed tight against her navel, and the sudden wet 
contact sent a lewd chill racing the length of her spine. Automatically 
she reached forward with her hands ... at first struggling to push his 
head away.

"Aaaaaaagh!" she cried helplessly as his head dropped to her inner 
thighs, but it was a losing battle. As his fingers played teasingly 
with the tiny white crotch band that guarded her wetly excited pussy, 
she knew she was lost. He had discovered her secret, and now he was 
going to exploit it for his own depraved ends.

Although the last reserve of moral strength in her mind told her to 
fight to the death, she found herself giving in to the savage 
debasement he was subjecting her to. Against her will her traitorous 
fingers locked into his dark hair and pulled his head deeper into her 
widely-parted thighs as his tongue began to trace tiny tantalizing 
circles around the panty leg band.

His hands spread her knees further apart, and then in sudden savage 
feast his tongue flicked lizard-like inside the stretched leg band and 
grazed her hotly throbbing cuntal lips. Sally jumped from the moist wet 
contact while at the same time her legs helplessly slithered wider and 
wider apart, thrashing at the disheveled bed sheets that snaked around 
her ankles. Her eyes opened in abject terror, and she struggled to 
close her legs against this oral rape, but it was a hopelessly one-
sided battle. Finally, the beautiful young blonde wife lay still.

Laughing triumphantly, the detective slid his hands over the trembling 
smoothness of her inner thighs until his fingers hooked again into the 
thin elastic crotch band of her flimsy panties. Then with a quick 
jerking motion he yanked them aside to expose the hair-lined lips of 
her hotly aroused pussy to his merciless gaze. He gaped in hunger at 
the fleshy treasure before him and, with an animal-like groan, dropped 
his head to bury the full length of his slippery tongue into her warmly 
throbbing pussy. She jerked, a soul-searing moan escaping from deep in 
her chest. Her panty-clad buttocks pushed down against the mattress as 
she tried to escape the lust-maddened assault of his wet tongue on her 
quivering cuntal flesh.

"Oh God, oooooooh, oooooh," she whimpered before his Depraved attack. 
At can't be, it can't be!" she groaned over and over again in 
undisguised humiliation, her head flailing from side to side as his wet 
flicking tongue began to spear in and out of the involuntarily dilating 
lips of her pussy. In spite of her terror and revulsion at the things 
being done to her helpless young cunt, wisps of forbidden pleasure 
rippled deep down ill her belly, and her arms lay tensed at her sides 
while her rounded breasts danced from the lewd buffeting her body was 
receiving. His hands reached up over the flatness of her quivering 
belly and seized her swaying breasts, digging harshly into their fleshy 
softness.

Sally sprang to a sitting position on the mattress, while Burns' tongue 
worked hungrily in between her legs. The horror of what was happening 
to her was too much to bear, and she sat frozen in abject submission to 
the depraved outrages being forced upon her defenseless body. She 
watched helplessly as the stranger's head bobbed in and out of her 
loins, his tongue spearing between the wetly palpitating lips of her 
pussy. There was nothing she could do, and tears of humiliation and 
shame welled in her eyes. Random crazy pictures of her husband whirled 
through her mind as she listened to the vile wet sucking noises Burns 
was making at her tortured young cunt. Oh God, how could she ever face 
Rod again after allowing her body to be submitted to this cruel inhuman 
man whose head was locked and feasting between her legs? He was 
defiling her as she never thought possible, humiliating her beyond her 
wildest imagination, and there was absolutely nothing she could do!

Hungrily, his hands reached up and roamed over her sensuously full 
breasts as he continued the torturing thrusts of his tongue into her 
wide-splayed vagina. Any minute now he knew he was going to turn her 
into a raving slut. Before the afternoon was over she'd be begging and 
screaming for his cock.

Chuckling softly to himself, Burns gripped her thighs tightly and 
spread her legs out even wider on either side of his bear-like body. 
His hands locked on the underside of her curved thighs and pushed them 
back over her body so that her kneecaps touched her voluptuously 
trembling breasts. Bending forward, he thrust the tip of his tongue 
into the tightly puckered ring of her anus. She shut her eyes in mute 
pleading, and her lips bared back over her teeth from the obscene 
torturing sensation it sent racing out of control through her naked 
form. Her whole body squirmed and writhed from this unnatural invasion.

"Ooooh, Gods please don't," she whimpered as she fought desperately to 
screw her buttocks back down from the hotly flicking tongue licking 
without mercy at her anus. Burns' only answer was a lewd chuckle from 
his wet lips and a further stab into the tightly contracting ring.

"Aaaaaagh!" she groaned again as tiny goose-bumps rippled across her 
quivering belly and excitedly heaving breasts.

Hopeless sobs of pitiful despair whimpered from Sally's throat, but 
suddenly in spite of her humiliation and revulsion she felt her body 
begin to involuntarily enjoy it. Her buttocks jerked back at the 
relentlessly spearing tongue sending spasms of delicious sensation 
coursing through her lust-maddened nerves.

"No, no, I can't!" the cruel realization hit her with its full impact. 
Further cries of shame and humiliation tore from her lips at the 
thought, not only of the shameful act she was committing but the more 
frightening and shameful realization that she was actually enjoying it. 
She clenched her teeth tightly together and fought with all her will 
against the tiny licking sparks of obscene pleasure that threatened to 
burst into sudden uncontrollable flames and devour her. But it was a 
losing battle as Nestor Burns mewled and licked at the pink throbbing 
lips of her helplessly responding vagina below.

And then after a long moment of struggle within her tortured and 
confused mind---the dam burst.

Her aroused young body jerked spasmodically and began a slow abandoned 
movement up against his mercilessly thrusting tongue. Her hands curled 
down into his hair with a low soul-stirring moan from deep in her 
chest. Forgotten were the thoughts of her husband, forgotten was the 
humiliation. All that mattered now was the delicious shaft of pleasure 
piercing through her belly as this stranger licked and sucked hungrily 
at her wildly excited vaginal furrow.

Burns sensed her sudden submissive surrender and with a savage grin 
wetly thrust his tongue deep up into the sensually quivering moistness 
of her cunt until he could feel her soft pussy hairs and her wet nylon 
panties grazing tantalizingly against the tip of his nose. With savage 
energy he ground her sensually writhing buttocks up against his face. 
She was his now, he gloated, watching in excitement the lust-contorted 
face as her lips bared back over the whiteness of her teeth.

Yes, by God, it wouldn't be long until he rammed his cock deep up into 
that little belly of hers and shot his hot churning cum all the way up 
into her tight little pussy. He'd be damned if she was going to act 
snotty with him. She was just like any other little bitch screaming to 
be fucked by any cock she could get her hands on. Well, he gloated with 
obscene delight as his dilated nostrils inhaled the warm perfume of her 
pussy, she'd get it all right and get it good.

Sally's body pumped and turned under the lewd maddening torture of 
Burns' obscenely flicking tongue until she thought the pounding of her 
heart would break through her chest. Her head was raised up from the 
mattress watching his working face, her hands locked tightly behind his 
head, pulling the punishing lash of his tongue deeper and deeper up 
into her vaginal opening. It seemed as though the delicious sucking of 
her pulsing cuntal flesh would go on forever when, suddenly, Burns 
forced his head up from the tightly restrictive grip of her hands and 
crawled up between her open thighs. "Now I'm gonna fuck ya," he 
breathed.

The trembling young wife lay still her eyes wide open, her breath 
coming so fast she felt her lungs would burst. Her belly quivered and 
heaved as though he had already sunk his long thick cock deep up inside 
her.

Burns bent over her supine form, fastening his teeth harshly into the 
tautened nipple of her heaving breast. She groaned in pain, attempting 
to twist away from the sudden sharp torture, but his hands playing over 
the softness of her thighs and hips held her tight, and now his lips 
roamed wetly over the soft-fleshed mounds, causing a blissful twitch 
that descended from her erect little nipples to the close-clinging 
crotch band of her panties below. Her smoothly rotating buttocks began 
a slow impatient grinding up and down against his relentlessly flicking 
tongue.

That's its baby, you're gettin' hot," Burns moaned, as he licked over 
her warmly throbbing pussy, his eyes still hard and cruel. "I'm gonna 
fuck you like you've never been screwed before. I want to see you twist 
and squirm when this cock of mine sinks into your belly. I want to see 
you beg and scream for it."

Sally lay frozen under the prodding of his obscene words. In spite of 
her resolve, their very lewdness excited her more and more but still 
she fought within herself against this final surrender that would mean 
her total subjugation to the detective.

"Spread your legs now, baby, I'm comin' in," Burns grinned in triumph 
above her.

Quivering, half in fear and half in anticipation, Sally opened her 
thighs while Burns levered up over her, his arms stiff, his hands 
resting on her shoulders. He dropped one hand down between their naked 
bodies taking his hard throbbing cock between his fingers and guiding 
it slowly forward, using the thick rubbery head to part the full fleshy 
lips of her hair-lined little cunt. The young wife turned her head to 
the side on the mattress, closing her eyes with a shudder as she felt 
its soft electrical contact against the sensitive pink lips of her 
moistly quaking pussy. She held her breath for what seemed an eternity, 
lying still in utter subjugation before him.

"Oooooh," she breathed as she felt the first harsh pressure of his 
penis against the tight elastic opening of her vagina. He pushed.

"AAAAAAAGH!" she coughed as the hard blunt tip slipped through her 
pussy lips, stretching cruelly her small elastic-like vaginal opening 
until Sally felt as though her thighs were splitting apart from the 
relentless outward pressure.

"Oooooh, God, no, please, you're hurting me!" She was suddenly 
screaming almost at the top of her voice as she jerked her eyes open in 
fear and saw his evil sadistic grin above her. Oh God, he was killing 
her, and he was enjoying it! He enjoyed watching her suffer beneath the 
cruelty of his relentless penetration into her wetly accepting cunt.

Suddenly the grin on his face faded and a contorted expression of sheer 
animal-like lust replaced it. He could stand it no more, watching this 
innocent young wife spread-eagled beneath him with the blood-engorged 
head of his cock gradually disappearing up into her tight little pussy.

He had to fuck her, he had to and quick!

He fell forward, his weight smashing her full firm breasts tightly back 
against her chest. He thrust his hips forward at the same time, and his 
long thick cock slid into her cunt like a raging freight train pushing 
the soft moist flesh of her tightly clinging vaginal walls in rippling 
waves before it. There was no stopping it until with a loud groan his 
sperm-bloated balls smacked heavily into the flimsy skin of silk that 
clung to the upturned cheeks of her ass.

"Oh God, oh God!" she cried beneath him. She had never been so filled 
in her life, and his thickly throbbing cock felt as though it had 
ripped her vagina into a thousand threads as he speared deep up into 
her without mercy or thought of injury. And now ... now his penis lay 
sunk deep up in her belly, filling every part of her insides. There 
wasn't one tiny ridge of flesh she couldn't feel as his cock sawed 
savagely in and out of her cunt like a sword sliced cruelly into its 
piteous victim's belly.

He lay still for a moment, his face directly over hers. Sally lay 
immobile too, afraid to move for fear of the pain it might bring. 
Neither made a sound for a long moment, and then suddenly she felt a 
jerking throb deep up inside. The bulging thickness of Burns' cock 
jerked up another painful half inch as he flexed it cruelly inside her 
vaginal cavity.

"Aaaaaugh!" she grunted breathlessly, her face contorting to the deeper 
pain.

"Told ya I'd stretch that little pussy of yours," he grunted and 
rotated his buttocks, ramming even deeper into her.

"Aaaaaaagh," she gasped deeper this time, the cords on her neck 
standing out from the pressure of her Resistance.

"Like it?" he grinned down in lewd delight at the pained expression on 
her face.

"Ooooooh, yes, yes!" she cried, afraid to offend him. The pain of his 
oversized penis rammed into her tight little vagina was just too 
unbearable.

"Beg then!" he hissed with contemptuous coldness.

"W-what?" was all the anguished girl could utter.

"Beg me," he repeated with greater arrogance.

"Ooooh, I can't," she prayed beneath him.

"Beg me to fuck you now!" He throbbed the hotly pounding shaft deeper 
up into her quivering belly again.

"Oooooh, God, don't, I can't!" She fought with all her strength and 
courage to escape this one final humiliation. This she knew would be 
the final surrender. There would be no escaping him ever again. It was 
the only thing she had left. He had taken all else ... her pride, her 
self-respect. She couldn't let him have the pleasure of hearing her beg 
too. She just couldn't!

He throbbed deeper, hurtfully digging his fingers into the softness of 
her shoulders at the same time.

"Do it!" he commanded, savage fire burning in his eyes. "Begs you 
loving bitch!"

"Ooooooh God, she sobbed, her resistance broken by the pain and 
helplessness of her position. "Do it to me, do it to me."

"Not like that, say fuck me," he demanded.

"Oh fuck me!" she hissed, tears gushing from her eyes as she spat out 
the vile words. Her humiliation and degradation now were complete. She 
would never be the same again. She had allowed herself to lose control 
over all things she knew were right and now wished herself dead. Her 
only consolation as her nakedly writhing body bucked and twisted on the 
bed was that she was doing it all for Rod ... doing it so that he would 
never discover her terrible sickness.

As Burns crushed against the voluptuous flesh of her naked young body, 
he sensed the last remaining ounce of resistance draining from her 
soul. Clamping his lips suddenly right down over her mouth, he began a 
slow rocking motion between her lewdly splayed thighs. He could feel 
the tight narrow passage of her pussy widening slightly with each short 
smooth stroke as she groaned in helpless defeat beneath him. With all 
his years of experience, he knew it wouldn't take long to turn this 
soft-bodied young woman into a helpless mass of raw squealing desire.

Sally's traitorous body began to react. There was no longer any reason 
to fight the lewd flames of desire coursing hotly through her veins. 
She had lost the battle against the obscene feelings, and even the 
agonizing thought of her total surrender sent wicked chills running 
along the base of her spine as she felt the slow rhythm of Bum's long 
thick cock begin skewering wetly into her.

The young blonde's whole madly aroused body twitched and writhed 
beneath him, and she groaned incessantly up into his slavering mouth, 
shoving her tongue with a sudden complete abandon deep into his throat. 
Low hums of passionate servile acceptance came in torrents from deep in 
her chest, her face wildly contorted with lust, mouth working, neck 
straining, nostrils flared, a light sweat breaking out on her forehead 
under the now disheveled soft blonde hair.

Burns slipped his hands down her sides under the silken roundness of 
her panties and grasped the smoothly undulating mounds of her buttocks. 
They began flexing and unflexing, oozing around his clenching fingers 
as he pressed his hands tightly into them. He jerked her harder to his 
loins and felt her excitedly opening her thighs back a little bit more, 
the moist wet hole of her cunt flowering open to receive his plunging 
cock to greater and greater depths.

The pain was gone now and her legs on either side of his long impaling 
rod of flesh were jerking and quivering in uncontrolled abandon. Her 
eyes fluttered shut and her spearing tongue pumped savagely up into his 
greedy mouth as small mewling sounds of velvety pleasure rumbled from 
her throat. The cords in her neck and thighs stood out hard and tense 
as she wantonly writhed beneath him from the uncontrollable building 
intensity of her feeling. There was no longer a thought of anything 
except the delicious lewd sensation of lying beneath this man who was 
fucking her against her will and giving back to him the undeniable 
pleasure he was giving her.

The private-eye slaved above her, moving suddenly into long smooth 
strokes that brought his fast-pumping cock almost all the way out of 
her hungrily clasping cunt on the backstroke and then thrusting forward 
into her uplifting buttocks again until he could feel the harsh slap of 
his cum-laden balls against the shimmering satin of her panties. He 
grinned at the thought of even further humiliation and slid his fingers 
down into the tight narrow crevice between her churning ass-cheeks, 
twisting and stretching her flimsy panties until he found the small 
puckered anus cradled defenselessly below. It was soft and warm and he 
could feel it working with the excitedly rotating movement of her 
buttocks pushing hard up against his thick shaft of male flesh.

He pushed fiercely into it with a sudden quick movement, feeling the 
tight rubbery ring yielding before his attack.

"Oooooh," she gasped, the sound tumbling from her lips in painful 
protest.

He thrust harder, taking pleasure in hearing her noises of subjugation.

"Ooooooh," she groaned louder this time from the further outrage 
against her defenselessly cringing anus.

But there was no respite.

He worked his finger around inside, slowly stretching the rubbery 
softness wider and wider as he ground into her. He slipped another 
finger in and felt the tight resistance give way as it moved deep into 
her warmly clinging rectum.

The deep guttural noises coming from her chest slowed into whimpers of 
pain for a moment and then slowly subsided to be replaced by greater 
moans of lascivious pleasure as her tortured anus slowly became 
accustomed to the strange unnatural invasion.

He smiled a grin of triumph into her wetly sucking mouth as he felt her 
tentatively begin screwing her rectum back on his fingers while he 
groped methodically around the warm rubbery depths. She was hopelessly 
impaled between his hard throbbing cock in her vagina and his fingers 
rammed tightly in her rectum. And now, moaning and mewling beneath him, 
she began lustfully twisting and squealing in shameless abandon under 
the double ravishment of her loins.

Slowly, he slid his hand up from the rounded cheeks of her buttocks 
where his throbbing cock was sliding smoothly in and out of her 
frenziedly clasping pussy. The soft hair-lined folds oozed warmly 
around his lust-thickened penis, and he could sense their moist 
softness pulling and giving with each hard jackhammer thrust deep up 
into her belly.

Soft moans of obscene sensation tumbled from her throat as he fondled 
and played with her hotly pulsating cuntal lips. At the same time he 
could feel the ever-widening passage of her devouring little cunt 
flowering in greedy desire to swallow the whole of his long hard penis 
plunging far deep up inside her.

He quickened the pounding thrusts of his savagely pumping cock, 
plunging it deeper and deeper up inside her grateful cunt as her 
nakedly young body thrashed beneath him. She was ready to cum, he could 
feel it as her trembling legs on either side of him suddenly jerked 
wide and up. He ripped his fingers from her rectum with a wet hissing 
sound and pressed his hands behind her knees, pushing them back hard 
against the mattress on either side of her shoulders. The plane of her 
panty-guarded pussy was wide open to the pile-driving thrusts of his 
loins as he smacked brutally into her.

"Oh, oh, oh!" she chanted frenziedly, her face contorted in a twisted 
mask of wildly abandoned passion.

With a loud animal grunt he quickened his strokes, grinding deep and 
hard so that his massively throbbing cock bored far up into the 
untouched recesses of her womb. Her nakedly dancing breasts heaved and 
quivered up against the pressure of his chest, the tiny hardened 
nipples digging into him like the buttons of a coat.

And suddenly she shivered convulsively under him!

"Oh God! ... oh God! ... I'm cumming, cummmmmmmming!

As the excited words tumbled from her lips, her feverishly palpitating 
cunt twitched convulsively around the thickly throbbing spear of his 
cock. Her whole body bucked and shuddered as warm gushes of fiery 
liquid flooded through her wildly climaxing loins. Burns thrust faster, 
digging deeper, deeper up inside her.

He felt her jerk up toward him savagely, the wildly sucking lips of her 
cunt squeezing the pumping shaft of his cock. Her breath was coming in 
short desperate gasps now, and he thrust with abandon deep up inside 
her again. Suddenly as a tremendous groan rumbled from his chest, his 
own hot wet sperm shot out madly from the quivering tip of his cock far 
up into the wetly welcoming depths of her belly. Their juices mingled 
and exploded wantonly down deep inside in a thrashing pool of passion 
that Sally had never known could exist.

Another deep groan escaped from the detective's lips as her legs 
suddenly went limp and fell out to the sides, splayed obscenely on 
either side of his sweat-streaked buttocks.

Sally's heart pounded in her chest as though it would burst. Her body 
was beaten and satiated as it had never been before, but even so, the 
earlier wave of humiliation returned to her again as she remembered 
where she was and who was lying on top of her with his thickened penis 
still buried deep inside her quivering young cunt.

"You liked that, didn't you?" Burns smiled cruelly.

"Yes, now get up," Sally snapped coldly, pushing against the massive 
chest that crushed down on her breasts.

"Just a minute, baby. I haven't even pulled out yet." He throbbed his 
deflating cock gently in her cum-filled vagina.

Sally groaned from this further indignity, throwing her arms over her 
eyes to blot out the closeness of his face over hers. As she did so, 
Burns heaved himself off from on top of her body, groaning heavily. He 
picked up his clothes from the floor and begun to dress slowly, 
grinning as his piteous victim attempted to close her eyes from the 
sight of him. Sally remained immobilized among the twisted sheets of 
the bed with the brief bikini panties running thinly up between her 
legs as the last vestige of clothing on her defeated young body.

"That was a pretty good fuck," Burns complimented her sarcastically.

"Please, please---give me back the films now," Sally pleaded, 
hopefully, still shading her eyes from her tormentor.

"It's not that easy, baby. Like I told you I'm interested in money."

"H-how much money?"

"Let's say five thousand bucks."

"Five thousand dollars?" she gasped.

"I'm not greedy," Burns said, lighting a cigarette. "Five thousand 
bucks and you get the films back. When can you get the money?"

Weakly Sally propped herself up and slid to the edge of the bed. She 
reached for her dress on the floor and held it up against her body to 
protect her nakedness from the detective's humiliating gaze.

God, I'm trapped now, really trapped, Sally thought, and all because of 
what I've done to those innocent young boys. If only I could control 
this insane panty urge! It's beginning to rule my life. It'll be hard 
to get hold of that much money, but not impossible. I'll have to work 
fast. I need those horrible films back more than anything else in the 
world!

"I'll have to go to the bank," she said finally.

"Have it by Friday," Burns demanded.

"Yes ... yes, I'll have it," Sally choked as tears of humiliation 
flooded into her eyes. But by next week her nightmare would be all 
over, she comforted herself. Burns would make his report to her 
husband, and after she paid him the money everything would be fine. 
Yes, she hoped fervently, it all had to work out for the best, it had 
to.

She waited quietly on the bed until the detective turned to the dresser 
to make another drink. Then she dressed quickly and, before he could 
protest, sneaked out the door, scurrying down the dingy stairway lice 
some person with a guilty secret too horrible to hide.



Chapter 4


Late Sunday morning Nestor Burns was awakened by the loud jangling of 
his telephone on an end table by the bed. As he jumped awake his legs 
kicked at the hulking German shepherd who had been curled up on the 
blankets by his feet, and the startled animal pounced from the bed, 
muttering a low indignant growl.

"Hello?" Burns said groggily into the receiver.

"It's your old friend, Nestor ... Rocky Olson," the voice greeted him. 
"I'm callin' about the two hundred bucks you owe me."

"Yeah, sure, Rocky," Nestor croaked, a big broad smile lighting up his 
face. "I'll have it by the end of the week for you." He had been 
expecting this call for a long time, in fact, dreading it, except now 
he had that Baxter woman wrapped around his thumb, and by Friday she 
was going to drop off five thousand bucks-plenty more than he needed to 
bail out his poker losses over the past month.

"That's not good enough, Nestor" the voice droned wearily.

"What are you talking about? You know I always pay off," Burns 
protested.

"Still not good enough, Nestor," Rocky said, this time a bit more 
impatiently.

By now Burns was beginning to lose his composure. Olson was one credit 
he didn't want to fool around with for one simple reason ... he had 
connections with the syndicate.

"Now wait a minute, Rocky ... I swear, I'm on a big case. I get my fee 
on Friday."

"Try again, Nestor," Rocky said.

"All right, all right ... Look, what's two hundred bucks anyway. How 
come you can't wait till Friday?"

"Rocky don't like people who borrow his money."

"All right, all right," Burns assured him. "I'll get it for you before 
Friday."

"Get it for me Tuesday," Rocky demanded. "I can't wait no later the 
Tuesday. I gotta have money to go to the movies."

"Okay, okay, Tuesday then," Burns gave in. "I'll have it for you 
Tuesday." He could feel himself beginning to sweat.

"I'll be over Tuesday night."

"Naturally you're gonna give me a chance to win it back, right?" the 
detective suggested.

"Sure," Rocky agreed, but if I don't see it first I'm gonna bust your 
head." Without hesitating any longer; the threatening party at the 
other end suddenly clicked the receiver down and Burns was left 
listening to the ominous buzz of the dead phone.

Hurriedly, he threw off the bedclothes, retrieved his pants from the 
closet and withdrew his wallet ... a hundred dollars. It was not enough 
to pay Olson off. Of course, he could always bluff and take a chance on 
winning the money back, but he had done that one too many times 
already. This time it was going to be different, Rocky would see to 
that. But why couldn't Olson wait until Friday? He cursed to himself. 
There was going to be trouble if he couldn't get his hands on at least 
another hundred before Tuesday, he knew that for sure, and he began to 
pace the bedroom in his undershorts, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. If 
he hit the Baxter woman for more money she might start getting 
suspicious that he was putting the squeeze on her. She might get scared 
and back out of the whole deal. No, that was no good, he had to find 
another way out.

Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind like lightning, and he 
snapped his fingers. Why hadn't he thought of it earlier? It was that 
Baxter woman's husband who could bail him out. Sure, he thought, it 
would be a simple matter to hit that rich lawyer for a couple of 
hundred bucks, and nobody would ever know. Burns chuckled to himself. 
Now he was going to put the squeeze on both of them.

*  *  *

Sunday evening after dinner Rod Baxter noticed that his wife had been 
drinking more than usual. Already she had downed two strong martinis, 
and now she was in the midst of fixing herself a third from a pitcher 
on the cocktail table. She fidgeted nervously as she sat on the edge of 
the comfortably curved living room couch, and while Rod observed her 
from his easy chair, he swished the liquid around in his own drink and 
took a mild sip.

"Where are you going tonight?" he asked as casually as he could.

"I'm not going anywhere," Sally snapped irritably, her tongue already 
thick from drinks.

"What makes you think I'm going somewhere?"

"You're nervous again," he said calmly.

"I'm not nervous," she barked. Rod, without taking his eyes off her, 
chuckled to himself. He knew when it was time to shut up, and at that 
very moment when he had just decided to let well enough alone, he was 
saved by the bell. The telephone rang, and to his surprise, Sally did 
not jump up immediately to answer it.

"It's probably for you," he said.

"I don't want it even if it is for me," she replied tartly. Pushing 
himself up off the chair, Rod let out a deep sigh, and headed for the 
phone by the stairway to the second floor. He did not immediately 
recognize Nestor Burns' voice.

"Who?" he asked loudly.

"Burns, Nestor Burns, private detective. Remember, you hired me?"

"Yes, of course," Rod corrected himself. "But if this is a business 
matter, perhaps you should call me at the office on Monday."

"Never mind about that," the detective said, taking command of the 
situation. "I might have something hot for you Mr. Baxter, real hot."

"Oh?" Rod shot a quick glance over his shoulder at Sally to see if it 
was safe to talk.

"Yeah ... about your wife ... " Burns continued. "But I'm not sure of 
the particulars yet. Can we get together tomorrow?"

"Hmmm," Rod mumbled all along he'd had his doubts about this Burns 
fellow, but if Burns really did have something hot as he said, it would 
be worth finding out at the earliest possible moment. On the other 
hand, if Burns were bluffing, if he were just trying to squeeze more 
money from the case, there was no point even bothering with him.

"Well?" the detective waited. "Can you make it or not?"

Rod hemmed and hawed as he turned the question over in his mind. Sally 
had been acting strange tonight. The way she had been fidgeting 
nervously, the way she had downed her drinks so quickly. Perhaps 
something really was going on between her and some other man. Perhaps 
this detective really had picked up something hot. In a moment Rod 
Baxter's mind was made up.

"All right, lunch tomorrow," he agreed finally.

"Good," Burns answered. "The Circle Diner in South Philadelphia. Ya 
know where that is?"

"I don't believe so."

As the detective rattled off the directions, Rod scribbled them on a 
pad of paper beside the telephone.

"Tomorrow at noon, okay?"

"Agreed." With that, Rod hung up the phone and strolled back to his 
easy chair.

"Who was that?" Sally asked tensely. She had set the empty glass on the 
table in front of her, and her hands were gripping the edge of the 
sofa.

"Just a client," Rod answered nonchalantly.

"Calling you at home?"

"Some unfinished business. You know, you are awfully jumpy tonight."

"Stop it, stop it!" Sally cried, suddenly out of control. In a fit of 
anger and confusion she sprang from the couch, nearly knocking over the 
pitcher of martinis on the cocktail table and dashed upstairs, the 
skirt of her light print dress swishing swiftly from side to side.

Rod raised his eyebrows as he settled back in his chair. He certainly 
hadn't expected that kind of a reaction from his wife.

But for Sally it was perfectly understandable, the tension that had 
been building inside her threatened to burst through and shatter what 
remained of her composure. Now as she dashed through the bedroom door, 
she flung herself on the bed and began sobbing hysterically.

Why, why did I expose myself to those young boys? she cried. If only 
I'd known that Rod was getting suspicious. If only I'd been smart 
enough to realize that private detective had been following me, none of 
this would have happened. I'm trapped now, and there's no way out.

The only hope left, Sally realized was that the detective would keep 
his word and return the films to her. Then Rod would never know, and 
perhaps there would be a second chance ... some faint chance that she 
could overcome her panty compulsion with a tremendous effort of will. 
It was her last hope. Her face buried in the pillows, Sally sobbed 
herself to sleep that night, and when she awoke the next morning, her 
husband had already left for work ... It was now eleven in the morning, 
Rod had hardly been able to concentrate at all with his mind 
preoccupied by the meeting that was to take place. When lunch time 
finally rolled around, he experienced a feeling of great relief as he 
threw on his coat and headed out the office door.

At noon he met Nestor Burns in a booth at the Circle Diner in South 
Philadelphia. Taking his seat opposite the disheveled private 
detective, he folded his hands on the table determined to get down to 
business immediately.

"What's this information you were hinting at over the phone?" Rod 
began, fixing Burns with his steel-blue business-like eyes.

The detective cracked a wry smile and said.

"It's nothing definite now, you understand. But you know I've been 
following your wife for over two weeks now."

"Yes, I know," Rod said impatiently.

"Well, I think your suspicions just might pan out. I have reason to 
believe your wife is planning a rendezvous with a certain party this 
Friday night." It was a stroke of genius Burns thought. The Baxter dame 
really would be gone, but her rendezvous was going to be right in 
Nestor Burn's apartment. Her absence on Friday night would make Rod 
Baxter think that he, Burns, had actually turned up some evidence on 
her. That way, Baxter would be less likely to complain about the extra 
money he was going to pay ...

"Just who is this certain party," Rod demanded after a long silence.

"Now, now, Mr. Baxter," Burns cautioned calmly. "I told you it's 
nothing definite, but I'm sure you'll want me to check it out." Burns 
smiled inwardly as he realized that Baxter was hooked now. He had just 
jumped at the bait ...

But for a moment Rod eyed the detective suspiciously. He had been a 
good lawyer for too long not to know a con man like Burns. Any minute 
now, this detective was going to throw him a pitch for more money. The 
problem was, he could also be telling the truth, and if there were any 
chance Sally had been cheating on him, he wanted to find out. He loved 
her too much not to know the score however painful it might be.

"Of course, Mr. Baxter, this is going to involve an additional fee for 
expenses," Burns continued.

"Two hundred fifty dollars." At the detective's words Rod paused for a 
moment, giving Burns a thorough once-over. And then reluctantly he 
reached into his coat pocket and began making out the check.



Chapter 5


By Friday evening, Nestor Burns was on top of the world, while at the 
same time Sally Baxter was sinking slowly into the depths of 
depression.

After receiving Baxter's check at lunch on Monday, Burns had gone 
directly to the bank to cash it. On Tuesday when Rocky Olson paid his 
visit, the detective's luck had finally turned. First thing, he paid 
Olson back his two hundred dollars. Next thing, he wangled Olson into a 
card game that very evening. By two in the morning as the chips were 
cashed in, Burns found that he had won back the two hundred dollars 
plus an extra fifty.

"Well, I'll be damned," Olson had muttered in genuine surprise, "I 
never thought I'd see you actually win a game."

"Try me again, sweetheart," Burns laughed. "The bank's open all week." 
And sure enough, Olson had taken up the detective's offer.

From Tuesday on, Nestor Burns' apartment had turned into a casino, and 
by early Friday evening empty whiskey bottles were strewn all over the 
bare wood floor. An old shoe box on the big sturdy table in the middle 
of the living room bulged with green bills. The room was choking with 
thick smoke from cigars and cigarettes, and in the very center of it, 
three exhausted men played on with an air of intense concentration ... 
Burns, Rocky Olson and a tall, powerful man who went by the nickname of 
Slope. By seven-thirty that evening Olson was muttering disgustedly to 
himself. He had removed his shirt and his powerful muscles bulged out 
from under his tee-shirt. Every few minutes he ran his stubby fingers 
through the thick locks of his dark greasy hair, as though in an effort 
to keep himself awake.

Next to him, Slope hunched over the table blinking his eyes to keep 
awake. The oversized wiry man was nearly seven feet tall, and his hands 
spread out almost to the size of catcher's-mits to conceal the cards 
within them.

Burns chortled to himself as his two cronies agonized over their hands. 
He was sitting in a throne on top of the world, and nothing was going 
to knock him off. For the first time in ages he was winning ... winning 
big, but that wasn't the half of it. At eight o'clock the luscious 
little Baxter bitch was going to walk through the door of his apartment 
with a handbag stuffed full of bills ... five thousand bucks, and every 
penny of it was gong to be for Nestor Burns. With that kind of stake he 
could clean these guys out of every cent.

"For Christ's sake," Olson grumbled. "I can't even see any more."

"Keep playin' baby," Burns urged. He wasn't about to let anybody drop 
out of the game now.

"You sure you ain't playin' with a marked deck?" the giraffe-like man 
muttered.

"You looked at the deck three times already, Slope. What do you want me 
to do, wash it off with soap?"

"When's this dame comin' that you were talkin' about all week? That's 
the only reason I'm stickin' around," Rocky said.

"Me too," Slope grumbled.

"Soon, soon," Burns assured them.

*  *  *

Sally couldn't help but notice the suspicious way Rod had been keeping 
an eye on her on Friday evening at dinner. She was so nervous thinking 
about getting those films back she had burned the roast and dropped two 
dishes as she cleared the table. Fortunately, though, he had not 
pressed her about where she was going. It was as though he had steeled 
himself against some inevitable disaster. Shortly after dinner he had 
retired to the den and turned on the television. She could hear it 
blaring out from downstairs now as she hurried up to the bedroom.

Once inside she clicked the door shut and locked it. Nervously, her 
trembling fingers counted out the large bills she had stuffed inside 
her handbag ... five thousand dollars exactly. It had been pure hell 
getting the money, and as a last resort she had been forced to go to a 
finance company, pledging the Jaguar, which was in her name, as 
collateral. Quickly now she wrapped a rubber band around the bulging 
wad of money and stuffed it back inside as she prayed that this would 
be the end of it all ... That money was the last hope to ransom her 
freedom. Why, why, she sighed despairingly, had she let herself get 
carried away with those young boys at the park? Thank God she was being 
given a second chance. All she had to do now was pay off that horrible 
detective, and then she would be free. And once she was free, she was 
going to get rid of her horrible panty compulsion no matter how hard it 
would be.

The calling card on which she had scribbled the detective's address was 
stuffed deep inside her handbag, and with her fingers shaking 
violently, she fished it out to glance at the number one last time. It 
was then that she heard the creaking noise outside the bedroom door. 
Her heart caught in her throat and pounded violently ... Silence. She 
could hear the blood ringing in her ears but then as quickly as the 
sudden fear had seized her, it disappeared. She heard Rod's footsteps 
treading lightly away from the door over the padded hallway carpet unto 
the bathroom. She had to act quickly now. She had to leave while her 
husband was still in the bathroom and since she would be gone only for 
a couple of hours, it would be easy enough to come up with an alibi for 
the hundreds of questions Rod was going to ask her.

Mustering all the courage in her soul, Sally crumpled up the address 
and flung it into the wastebasket next to the bed. Then she hurried out 
the bedroom door down the stairs and outside to the garage.

From inside the bathroom Rod Baxter could hear the roar of the Jaguar 
as its engine started. This was it, he thought painfully to himself. 
The detective had been right after all. Sally was cheating on him. A 
deep pang of hurt stabbed at his heart as he peered out the bathroom 
window out of the driveway and roar down the neat tree-shaded suburban 
street ...

*  *  *

"I've had it," Rocky Olson grumbled in exhaustion as he slapped his 
cards down on the table.

"Me too," Slope agreed. "It's ten after eight, and this chick ain't 
even showed up yet."

"I thought you guys wanted to play cards," Burns chided.

"Enough is enough. We been playin' cards all week."

"All right, all right," Burns conceded, taking a glance at his watch. 
He was getting worried now, but the sudden ringing of the doorbell 
caused his face to light up in a big smile of relief.

"Come in, the door's open, baby," Burns sang out sweetly. A second 
later the door was pushed hesitantly open to reveal a tall voluptuous 
young woman dressed in a daring short suede miniskirt.

"Well, I'll be---" Olson whistled under his breath, hardly able to 
believe his eyes. Slope's jaw dropped.

"Come in, Mrs. Baxter," Burns repeated and as she obeyed, the hungry 
eyes of the poker players followed her lithely enticing form, fixing on 
her as though she were a love goddess from another planet.

The long willowy columns of her luscious legs rose gracefully from her 
high-heeled leather shoes, flared out alluringly just above the knee 
and disappeared beneath her skimpy suede miniskirt.

Her shimmering pink silk blouse could barely contain the warmly 
swelling mounds of her breasts beneath, and the golden locks of her 
lustrous blonde hair flowed down in light buoyant curls to her 
shoulders. Her hands curled casually through the straps of her 
pocketbook, and try though she might, she could barely conceal their 
trembling nervousness.

"I believe we have some business, Mr. Burns," she announced as calmly 
as she could.

"Right this way ... You remember the bedroom don't you, Mrs. Baxter?" 
Burns said in sadistic delight as she blushed at his words.

The detective's cronies followed her with their eyes in silent 
amazement as she disappeared into the shabby bedroom and the door shut 
behind her.

"Here's your money," Sally said finally as she coldly handed him the 
rolled up wad of bills. God, she wanted nothing more than to leave this 
horrible apartment as quickly as possible. Already the bitter memories 
of her indecent humiliation here were beginning to lewdly flood her 
mind. "Now---I would like the films."

Burns undid the rubber band and began counting the bills rapidly, 
wetting his fingers with the tip of his tongue.

"That's right, Mrs. Baxter ... exactly right," he said as he stuffed it 
into the front pocket of his trousers.

"Now the films, please," she demanded impatiently.

Uppity little bitch, Burns thought to himself. He'd like to teach her a 
thing or two before she slipped through his hands.

"Sure, sure ... Nestor Burns is as good as his word," the detective 
smiled lewdly. Brushing past her, he crawled beneath the bed and began 
searching for the film canister. For a Long moment, however, he 
hesitated even though he had already located what he was looking for.

It had all been so easy, he thought to himself. This Baxter bitch was a 
real pushover, and it was a shame to let her go now ... especially with 
that snotty attitude of hers. Hell, he would just love to hear her 
begging and screaming for cock the way he had forced her to do before. 
Besides, she just might be the extra added attraction to keep Rocky and 
Slope at the gaming table while he took their money.

Slowly he withdrew the film canister from under the bed and 
straightened up to face her, his hands still tightly clutching it on 
either side.

"G-give it to me," Sally stammered hesitantly, reaching impulsively for 
it. In a sudden frantic effort she tried to jerk it away from the 
detective, but he merely cracked a wide, lewd smile.

"Not so fast, Mrs. Baxter ... There's one more thing ..."

"You promised," she hissed vehemently through clenched teeth. "You said 
you would give it to me." Her fiery blue eyes bored fiercely into the 
detective's snidely smiling face.

"Sure, sure," Burns said soothingly. "But how do you know I didn't make 
another print?"

Her eyes, livid with rage now, flashed angrily at him. "You-you 
couldn't," she faltered. Casually, he tossed the film canister on the 
bed as she remained helplessly paralyzed with rage. She should have 
know it all along. He had tricked her, and she had fallen for it.

"I suppose it's more money you want?"

"Not at all, Mrs. Baxter," Burns said graciously. "I'm going to give 
you a chance to win back those films."

"Win back---what do you mean?"

"I'm going to let you join our little poker game out there."

"But I hardly---"

"It's all right," he offered generously. "We'll teach you. Poker is a 
very simple game. In fact, it's mostly luck."

"I-I don't understand," Sally stammered in confusion. "You don't want 
my money, but you want me to play poker."

"That's right, Mrs. Baxter ... strip poker. All you need is your 
clothes to play."

Sally's mouth opened in amazement, but the words choked in her throat. 
Suddenly she began to feel dizzy.

She had seen the repulsive sweaty looking men in the other room, and 
the very sight of them had sent shivers of disgust running up her 
spine. Now she was being asked to play strip poker with them. Her whole 
body rebelled against the thought until tears of rage choked her eyes.

"You have no choice, Mrs. Baxter," Burns reminded her. "And besides, 
you know you'll like it ... You'll like showing my friends those sexy 
little panties of yours, won't you?"

Burns' voice had become low and hypnotic as he moved toward her slowly, 
inch by inch. Her eyes glazed with fright, she back away from him 
toward the wall behind her.

"Noooo, noo," she pleaded hoarsely.

"You have no choice, Mrs. Baxter," Burns repeated in a low soothing 
voice, and before she knew what was happening she could feel his body 
pressing tightly against hers, his hot whiskey-laden breath inflaming 
the pure white softness of her cheeks.

"No ... No ... I won't," she protested vainly, shaking her head from 
side to side as he closed in on her.

The detective's hand suddenly dropped against her tightly clenched legs 
and began moving up toward the hem of her dress. Slowly it glided in 
between the warmly trembling flesh of her thighs. Frozen in fear, she 
could feel his fingers traveling up, up over her smooth nylon stockings 
toward the thin strip of the brief white bikini panties, nestled like a 
soft warm pillow between her legs as she stood rigid he backed against 
the wall.

"You'll like showing us those flimsy little panties of yours ... just 
the way you did to those young boys."

"Please ... please!" Sally squealed.

"You have no choice," he repeated again as his hand slowly withdrew 
from up between her legs. "My friends are waiting."

Sally closed her eyes in desperation and leaned her head back against 
the wall. There was no choice now, there was nothing else she could do 
but face her fate. And perhaps there was a chance ... some slight 
chance that she could escape the humiliation Burns had planned for her.

"Are you coming?" Burns breathed against her cheek.

"Yes ... yes ... I'm coming," she choked.

The excited whisperings that had passed between the two amazed men in 
the other room died down as Burns emerged followed by the beautiful 
woman.

"We got a new player," he announced, pulling up a chair for her. "This 
should keep up your interest in the game."

As the lewdly grinning faces followed her every move, Sally eased 
herself into the chair Burns offered, her arms remaining rigidly at her 
sides. God, she shivered, how repulsive these men are. The dark-haired 
one was already undressing her with his greedy eyes and she could see 
his tongue wetly licking his lips. The tall one sitting directly across 
from her looked almost like a moron, his mouth hanging agape, his 
massive hands cupped together like gigantic sledge hammers on the 
table.

Burns, meanwhile, had disappeared once again into the bedroom to find 
clean glasses, telling himself he was going to ply that Baxter bitch 
with booze until she loosened up enough to spread her long legs and 
swallow some great big cocks inside that dean little pussy of hers. He 
had an idea the evening might turn into just a little bit more than a 
strip poker game, and Nestor Burns was not about to miss out on the 
fun---especially if it could be turned to his profit. Hell, Rocky and 
Slope would have their eyes so glued on that chick they'd forget how to 
play cards!

By the time Burns returned to the other room, Rocky was in the midge of 
explaining the game of poker to the frightened woman.

"Now, you think you understand?" he was saying, his bare arm around the 
back of her chair.

"Of course, she understands," the detective said jovially as he slid 
into his seat. "Now what d'ya say we cut cards?"

Sally's throat suddenly felt parched and dry with fear. She knew the 
basic rules of the game, and the practice hands had refreshed her 
memory, but still it was an uphill battle, though she had made up her 
mind to fight it with the best of her ability. Sitting rigidly on the 
edge of her chair, she watched the detective scoop up the cards in 
preparation for the first hand.

"Ante up," Burns commanded, as he shuffled the deck, his fingers 
expertly bending the cards to his will. Olson and Slope leered 
conspiratorially at each other and tossed their chips on the table.

"Don't I get any chips?" Sally asked in a quavering voice. The three 
men exchanged amazed glances and suddenly burst out in loud guffaws.

"No, baby, you use your clothes, remember? This is strip poker," Burns 
reminded her.

Sally's face turned red amid the roaring laughter of the uncouth men 
surrounding her. It was hopeless to run away now. She needed those 
films desperately, and this was the only way she was going to get them. 
Hesitantly she pushed her chair back and stretched out her leg, 
reaching for the buckle of her patent leather shoe. God, she thought, 
they were really going to make her go through with this.

Rocky's eyes riveted on the silk smoothness of her enticingly 
outstretched leg as he bent forward to observe it closely. While Sally 
struggled with the dainty silver buckle her miniskirt rode up high on 
her deliciously flaring thighs to reveal the black lace of her garter 
belt to Olson's lewdly leering eyes. She jerked at the strap clumsily 
and slid the shoe off her foot.

"I'll see you and raise two," Olson announced confidently as Sally slid 
the shoe across the table into the pile of chips.

"I'll see you and pass," Slope said dumbly. Rocky glared at him for not 
raising. Hell, his bulging cock was already throbbing crazily in his 
pants, and he wasn't about to wait all night to get this beautiful 
little bitch undressed.

"Call," Burns snapped, his eyes fixed lewdly on the beautiful woman he 
was going to humiliate.

"W-what does that mean?" Sally croaked hoarsely.

"That means you owe two more, baby," Burns informed her.

Sally shifted to the other side of the chair away from Olson's 
lascivious gaze, but it was hopeless. Now she was directly in Burns' 
line of sight, and as he glowered at her lasciviously a shiver of 
repulsion swept up her spine. Her fingers worked rapidly to undo her 
other shoe. She wanted to get this over with as soon as she could. 
Hurriedly she slid the shoe off and piled it on top of the first one.

"Un uh, baby. You owe one more," Rocky snarled.

"One more?"

"Stop playing dumb," Burns snapped. "Take off your stocking."

It was hopeless, she thought to herself as she saw the glazed lewd look 
on the detective's face. There was no way to escape the humiliation 
that Burns had planned for her. Her fingers trembling, she bent forward 
again on the chair, stretching the firm voluptuous whiteness of her leg 
out to its full length. She could feel the coolness of the bare floor 
against the bottom of her stocking clad foot now.

All three men bent forward eagerly, their eyes devouring the lusciously 
beautiful woman who was beginning to roll the hem of her suede 
miniskirt back up over her full firm thighs.

Her fingers were shaking so desperately she could barely undo the 
garter snap.

"Need some help?" Burns leered, edging his way over to her. Before she 
realized what was happening he was kneeling on the floor in front of 
her. His powerful hands gripped her foot and ground it up in between 
his legs against his crotch so that she could feel the hard rigid bulge 
inside his pants. As her toes squirmed against it in revulsion, it 
suddenly leaped up even harder inside his pants. While his one hand 
held her foot in place between his legs, the other hand slid slowly up 
the length of her stocking sheathed calf, up over the trembling 
whiteness of the back of her thigh. She could see his tongue lewdly 
licking his lips as his fingers curled underneath the top of her 
stocking. She sat rigid, her entire body immobilized in fear, and in 
spite of herself she could feel the first tiny sparks of desire 
beginning to lick at her loins, as she found herself being undressed in 
front of these obscenely leering men. She shivered as Burns jerked the 
stocking rudely away from the garter snap, and his fingers began to 
massage the white tremulous softness of her naked young thigh. Slowly, 
inch by inch his hands guided the smooth material of the stocking down 
over the ripely flaring curie of her leg, brushing against her 
voluptuously naked thigh and sending Apples of sensation reverberating 
upward to the pit of her belly.

With a sudden jerking motion, he pulled her foot harder against his 
stiffening penis, trapping it between his legs, gliding the stocking up 
over her heel and away. She jerked her leg, but his hands closed over 
her ankle in a vise-tight grip. Involuntarily, her toes squirmed 
against the lust-bloated sac of his balls beneath. Finally he released 
her, and she withdrew her leg quickly beneath her chair.

"Who wants cards?" Burns said, resuming his place, dangling the 
stocking like a trophy in the air above the chips. Slowly, 
tantalizingly he let it slide between his fingers and drop to the 
table.

Then he sat down and began to deal the cards expertly, snapping them 
crisply out of the deck. When it came Sally's turn to draw, she could 
feel the flashing eyes lewdly fastened on her as the detective laid all 
three cards slowly on the table in front of her one by one.

Her fingers trembled as she slid them into her hand, and before she had 
time to study them, she could hear Burns' booming voice:

"What's your bet baby? Remember ... you can still win." She could hear 
their silent snickering now as she held the cards close to her, 
studying them intensely---a pair of queens and a pair of sevens. Two 
pairs were a good hand, even she knew that, but still her fingers 
twitched involuntarily as she held the cards in a clumsy fan.

"If I win this I want the films," she said finally, fighting to retain 
her dignity.

"The films are worth more than one," Burns growled. "You gotta bet 
two," his shifty eyes darted back and forth between the other two 
players.

"The little lady's got guts," Olson admitted, his gaze sliding down her 
long willowy legs as Burns drummed his fingers thoughtfully on the 
table.

"Go ahead, give her a chance," Slope said dumbly, and with that, Burns 
broke into a wide smile. With three Jacks in his hand it was a safe 
bet. Besides, the way his cock was whipping around inside his pants, he 
wanted to see this little bitch stripped naked, and he wasn't about to 
waste the whole night trying to get what he wanted.

"I'll bet two," Sally blurted out daringly. She was sure she could win 
the films back now.

"Okay, you're on," Burns said finally.

For a long moment, Sally hesitated as the pairs of leeringly excited 
eyes turned on her. It was now or never, she thought to herself. She 
had to win this hand, and with two other witnesses, she was bound to 
get the films back from Burns. Slowly, reluctantly she pushed her short 
skirt up over her thighs and undid her garter strap. Her fingers pushed 
the rippling sheerness of her remaining thigh, and she laid the 
stocking neatly on the table.

"One more, baby, one more. Take that pretty little blouse off and let's 
see those nice tits of yours."

The detective's salacious language burned in her ears and her trembling 
hands moved up from her lap to the top button of her pink silk blouse.

"That's it baby," Burns drawled. "Take it off, nice and slow. Give us a 
nice big tease." Her cheeks burned at his insolent words, but with 
tortuous slowness, she slipped the first button loose to reveal the 
pale expanse of her upper chest to the insatiable eyes of the three 
obscenely staring men. Now her fingers tremblingly descended to the 
second button and released it from the buttonhole.

The loose blouse teasingly parted to reveal a hint of the deep narrow 
cleavage that swelled beneath. She could feel their lascivious glances 
boring into her as sharp pangs of wicked excitement charged up her 
spine in spite of the horrible situation she found herself in. God, 
they were leering at her like they wanted to run their hands and their 
tongues all over her panties.

"Come on, we ain't got all night," Rocky barked irritably.

Hurriedly, Sally's fingers undid the last two buttons and, closing her 
eyes, she yanked the blouse out from the waist band of her skirt. As 
she leaned forward to slide it off her arms, the voluptuously rounded 
mounds of her breasts swelled up tantalizingly from her scanty-white 
half-bra.

She held the blouse daintily in her hand now, and let it drop to the 
middle of the table. Little by little the last vestiges of her feminine 
protection were being stripped away from her. Her nylon stockings and 
shoes lay in a wanton slatternly heap beneath the blouse which had just 
joined them. She had to win now, she had to. She prayed desperately to 
herself, but the hand was not over yet. There were still two more 
players to go. This was the moment of truth ...

"I raise one," Rocky said suddenly, tossing his chip into the pile.

"One more," Slope drooled gleefully. This bitch had had it now. He was 
going to enjoy watching her in naked humiliation, as she stripped her 
clothes off one by one.

"I ... I ... can't ... please," Sally protested weakly. It was obvious 
they did not care about the game any more. They had only one thing in 
their minds, to shame and humiliate her in front of them and they were 
going to keep raising the bets until her defenseless young body was 
stripped naked.

"You better," Rocky warned grimly, his dark eyes flashing at her. The 
fierce tone of his command stifled all resistance in her, and there was 
something about his massive sweating masculinity that sent unwanted 
waves of lewd desire pulsing through her loins. She could feel the grip 
of the familiar nervous trembling seizing her again as her hands 
stretched behind her back to reach for the snaps of her brassiere. She 
pulled clumsily at the flimsy elastic band, the bulging mounds of her 
full sensuous breasts protruding firmly outward as she straightened her 
back. In spite of her fear and repulsion the excitement of stripping 
herself in front of these uncouth men caused her wetly throbbing pussy 
to swell in obscene desire. She could feel the sharp-pointed buds of 
her nipples springing out yearningly against the restraint of her silk-
lined brassiere ...

And suddenly her fumbling fingers undid the snaps. She held the two 
ends tantalizingly behind her back for a long moment, and then let it 
fall loose. As she slid it down over her shoulders, the firm twin 
mounds of her ripely upthrust breasts burst forth to the excited gazes 
of the watching males.

"That's what I call tits," Slope whistled, his eyes wide with 
amazement, a leering grin playing on his lips. Sally shuddered at the 
thought of her unwanted nakedness and folded her arms across her 
breasts in a futile effort to hide herself from the raw lustful gazes. 
Only her suede miniskirt, which was little bigger than a loin cloth now 
stood between her and her panties.

"Let's see what you got," Burns boomed from across the table.

Sucking in her breath, Sally spread the cards out face up on the table, 
revealing two pair.

"Beats me," Olson growled as he threw his cards down.

"Pair of queens, beats me too," Slope echoed. It was up to Burns now.

God, Sally prayed, I've got to win now ... I just have to. She prayed 
Burns would stop teasing her like this. If only she could pick up the 
film and get going. Please, please she prayed fervently, lose this 
hand.

For a long moment the heavy-set detective sat impassively without 
saying a word. The serious expression on his face fed Sally's prayers. 
Yes, yes, she thought, he must have a losing hand, why else would he 
look so grim. Her arms hugged her bare shoulders tightly as she 
squeezed her fists together in tense expectation. The suspense was 
killing her, but suddenly it was all over.

Burns' poker face gradually began dissolving into a broad grin, until 
his lips bared back over his teeth and he began to laugh boisterously. 
He tilted his head back and the laughter roared uncontrollably from his 
throat.

"Three of a kind," he said finally, his eyes glowing in triumph.

"But ... but," Sally faltered.

"Sorry, baby, you lose. Three of a kind always beats two pair." Burns' 
large powerful hands descended on the table like the hungry talons of a 
ravenous bird and he swept the booty toward him, Sally watching in 
shame as he scooped up her hopelessly abandoned articles of clothing.

"I'll tell you what I'll do," she could hear his voice droning. "I'll 
give you another chance."

Sally did not answer. Her face flushed at the outrageous thought of 
exposing her body in the horrible room surrounded by these filthy men. 
But there was nothing she could do. She could only nod her head weakly 
while Burns dealt out another hand.

As the cards flicked down on the table, she could feel Olson's callused 
hand gliding softly up and down her back. She turned and glared at him 
with all the ferocious hatred she could muster, but he simply responded 
with a leering grin and his fingers continued their teasing 
ministration. Her whole body quivered at his touch.

"Let's have the ante," Burns said impatiently.

"What do you mean ... the ante?" Sally choked.

"Your clothes, baby, remember you're playin' for your clothes. Now take 
them off."

"But ... I can't," she pleaded. "There's only my skirt."

"Do you want those films or don't ya?" Burns reminded her.

"Yes ... yes," Sally cried in tortured confusion. She could feel tears 
of anger and rage choking her eyes now as she fought a desperate battle 
to maintain her dignity. Suddenly, in her anger, she sprang up from her 
chair and her hands shot down to the zipper of her miniskirt. All 
thought of modesty had fled from her mind now, and in its place anger 
and determination reigned supreme. She had to get those films back, she 
would do anything at all to get them ... even making love with that 
horrible detective again if he demanded it.

The eagerly excited males at the poker table followed the sensual young 
woman's every movement with rapt attention as she undid the zipper of 
her skirt and released the belt buckle. For a long, agonizing moment 
her poised fingers clutched at the waistband of her skirt.

Pangs of unwanted lust began to shoot even more strongly inside her 
anxiously quivering loins as the foul men surrounding her, fixed her 
with obscene burning gazes. God, she was feeling the same nervousness 
now that she had experienced before exposing herself to the young boys. 
Confused thoughts whirled crazily through her mind ...

Pull yourself together, Sally, a small voice inside her brain whispered 
desperately. You can't degrade and humiliate yourself in front of these 
horrible men. But at the same time, a louder voice was telling her. 
They won't hurt you. Sally. They just want to shove their penises deep 
up inside your panties. No one will ever know, no one will ever know. 
You've got to please them. You've got to get those films back.

Sally's eyes fixed on a distant corner of the room to escape the hot 
flashing eyes of her tormentors. It was as though suddenly she had been 
turned into a zombie. And now, deliberately tantalizing the sex-hungry 
men surrounding her, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the 
soft suede skirt and began sliding it down over the flaring curves of 
her ripely flaring hips to reveal the naked trembling flesh of her 
belly. For a long tantalizing moment her thumbs remained poised inside 
the waistband as their eager eyes roamed hungrily over the proud 
nakedness of her voluptuously protruding breasts and down over the 
sensual curves of her hips.

That's it, baby," Bums goaded. "Just take that skirt off and show us 
those little panties of yours."

"Yeah, let's get a look at that hot little pussy of yours," Olson 
grunted cruelly.

The harshly spoken obscenities sent shivers of forbidden pleasure 
trembling up her spine. Automatically her thumbs pulled against the 
soft suede material, slowly gliding the skirt down over the shimmering 
silk of her panties. For a long lingering second her fingers teasingly 
clung to the skirt, and finally, sucking in her breath she let it drop 
in a heap at her feet. The hungry eyes of the lust crazed men devoured 
her lush young body dressed only in panties.

She had done it! She was standing almost naked in front of them ... 
naked except for the flimsy protection of her brief bikini panties.

The earlier sensations of shame and humiliation suddenly gave way to 
electrically tingling lust. Now there was only a thin band of silk 
protecting her moistly aroused loins from the hungry desires of these 
sex-crazed men.

God ... she thought suddenly. If I lose now, they'll want more. They'll 
want to strip me of my panties. The horrible thought raced crazily 
through her mind ... she would not let them take her panties, not under 
any circumstances. No man had ever done that ... not even her husband. 
She had to win this hand, she just had to.

"Let's play cards," Rocky growled, but she could see from the obscene 
glint in his eye that cards were the farthest thing from his mind.



Chapter 6


Rod Baxter had never been so upset in his life. For over an hour he had 
vainly tried to calm himself down, lighting a cigarette as he paced the 
bedroom floor.

Everything pointed to his wife having an affair with another man, but 
none of it made sense. Why was she doing it? Who was the man? Confused 
thoughts echoed in his mind as he flicked his cigarette ash in the ash 
tray at one end of the room and then paced to the other ends flicking 
it again, this time in the wastebasket. Now for the first time he 
noticed the single piece of white paper crumpled in the bottom of the 
basket.

Out of curiosity he reached down and extracted it. When he had unfolded 
it he found that it was Nestor Burn's calling card with another 
telephone number scribbled on the back. For the life of him, he could 
not remember throwing such a thing in the trash. For one thing it would 
have been foolish to do ... Sally would have suspected she was being 
followed. Too, the writing on the back was clearly in a woman's hand, 
his experienced eyes told hint ... and suddenly he realized it was 
Sally's hand writing.

Now nothing made sense to Rod. How had Sally gotten hold of the card? 
And whose number had she written down on the back of it? One thing was 
for certain, he was going to find out! That forgotten piece of trash 
might just be the clue he needed to crack open this mystery. Rod 
reached excitedly for the bedroom phone ...

*  *  *

"If you want those films back, you better start takin' off those little 
panties of yours," Burns snarled with a menacing glare at the nakedly 
shivering woman.

Her heart throbbed excitedly inside her chest, but fortunately, at that 
moment the phone rang in the bedroom. Burns glared at her and finally 
rose from his chair to answer it.

"Don't worry, I'll be back, and if I don't see those panties of yours 
on the table, there's gonna be trouble."

Inside the bedroom the detective picked up the phone and remained on 
the line just long enough for Rod Baxter to identify his voice. "Hello, 
hello?" Burns had shouted irritably into the receiver. "Who is this 
anyway?" But when the line remained dead, he slammed down the phone and 
returned to the other room.

"It looks like this little bitch ain't gonna take off her panties," 
Olson snarled, as the detective emerged from the bedroom doorway.

"I got an idea," the tall, gangling Slope announced suddenly. "Since 
she don't wanta take her panties off, let her play for somethin' else."

"Like what?" Olson demanded.

"Like how about a couple of licks at those little panties of hers?"

The harsh words hit Sally like a fist in the stomach. It was not bad 
enough that they had stripped her naked in their presence. Now they 
were going to demand the lewdest and most vile acts imaginable from 
her.

"I won't ... I won't do it," she protested violently. "Give my clothes, 
I'm getting out of here."

"The fuck you are," Burns cursed, his hands clamping her wrists as she 
desperately tried to grab her clothes from across the table.

"You'll do exactly what I say or else those little films of mine are 
gonna be in every law firm in Philadelphia."

"Let's keep this game simple, what d'ya say, Nestor?" Rocky suggested. 
"High card wins!"

"Okay," Burns agreed, chuckling at the enraged woman. Rocky's hands 
came down on her shoulders like a ton of bucks, forcing her back in the 
chair. They stared at her menacingly until she finally set it down. 
Then Burns resumed his seat and began dealing the cards face up.

Sally's nearly paralyzed body trembled in fear as Burns dealt himself a 
ten. But the waves of fear subsided quickly as he turned up the King of 
Hearts in front of her. She was safe now, she breathed in relief. 
Finally she had been lucky. The nine of clubs fell to Olson next. There 
was only one card left, and with her hands tightly clenched, her arms 
crossed over her breasts. Sally prayed that it would be low.

Burns leaned over toward Slope, the top card face down in his fingers. 
For a long tantalizing moment he held still and then he dealt it. Sally 
gasped in horror.

It was the ace of spades. She could hear the blood ringing in her ears. 
Suddenly the room fell dead with a tomb-like silence. Slope snorted, a 
gleeful look of desire in his eyes. Without a moment's hesitation, he 
moved his chair back from the table, and spread his legs apart.

"Come on, baby!" Rocky urged. "Give the big man a lick at those panties 
of yours." He grinned eagerly and gave her a slight push up from her 
chair.

Slope's moronic face was contorted in a mask of animalistic lust and as 
he spread his legs apart he motioned her toward him with his hands. 
Sally fought against the strong feelings of revulsion rising inside 
her, but there was nothing she could do. They were determined to 
humiliate her, and she could only please them.

In a zombie-like trance she moved toward the open vee of his legs, her 
naked feet cringing against the bare wooden floor. Only the sound of 
rapid heavy breathing punctuated the tense silence of the room now. 
Inch by inch she moved closer until she could feel Slope's hands 
curling around the soft cheeks of her buttocks, his huge fingers 
pressing against the sheer silk of her panties as he drew her fearfully 
trembling body in between his legs. His glazed eyes stared moronically 
up at her proud uplifting breasts in naked lust, and suddenly, his 
hands pulling her panty-clad pussy toward him, he plunged forward and 
buried his face between her invitingly firm thighs. A strange 
animalistic growl rumbled through his chest, making her jump with 
fright.

Sally struggled and squealed at the sudden assault, gripping his head, 
trying to force it away from the tender crotch band of her panties.

"Ooooooh God, noooo!" she pleaded in agony, clenching her eyes tightly 
shut, but her squirming protest went ignored, as Slope's tongue flicked 
out and up the sensitive naked flesh of her inner thighs. Sally threw 
back her head and winced at the sudden contact with the moistly 
clinging silk of her panties.

Greedily, the big man's tongue began to lick in tantalizing circles at 
the panty-covered lips of her vagina. It flicked relentlessly against 
the flimsy material, and traced slow tortured circles around the wetly 
quivering mound.

"Noooo, no," Sally squealed, her hands locking tightly into his hair as 
she tried desperately to push his head away from her vaginal area.

But the more she struggled the more excited the huge man became. His 
thumbs slipped under the elastically yielding crotch band and his 
fingers locked on her buttocks, twisting and squeezing them as his 
tongue pushed the shimmering material up in between the lips of her 
hotly throbbing pussy.

Oh God, she thought now, I'm lost. I can't fight this anymore. He's 
licking my panties. And as the horrible thoughts of submission ran wild 
through her mind, her pelvis suddenly jerked up hard in helpless 
passion against the monstrous man's face. His talon-like fingers dug 
into her sensually rounded buttocks as his tongue sawed deeper and 
deeper up into her wetly palpitating cunt.

"Jesus, look at her go," Rocky swore in amazement as he bent forward in 
his chair to view the salacious spectacle.

"Goddamn, what a pussy!" Burns gasped. Her wildly twisting loins bucked 
and swayed against the relentless tongue lewdly licking at her cunt. 
She could feel Slope's rough beard grinding harshly against the 
trembling flesh of her inner thighs as his head burrowed feverishly up 
against the eager throbbing bulge of her cunt.

"God no, God no ... stop ..." she pleaded, yanking frenziedly at the 
tall man's head, for a moment trying to push it away and then finding 
herself pushing it harder and harder in against her savagely bucking 
pussy.

"God, I can't stand it anymore," Rocky suddenly bellowed, springing 
from his chair. He leaped down in back of the squirming woman and fell 
to his knees, fastening his hands around her naked curving calves. 
Excitedly he thrust his head between her slightly parted legs and began 
tracing light tickling trails up the back of her quivering white thighs 
with his tongue.

Sally jerked forward at the unexpected wet contact against the backs of 
her thighs and as she did so another low animal growl broke from 
Slope's throat and his tongue shot up even deeper into her hotly 
throbbing pussy.

"Aaaaaagh!" Sally mewled wantonly, her whole body shivering from the 
unexpected sensations of forbidden lust that rippled over her spine.

Wanton sounds of loud hunger were rumbling from Rocky's chest as he 
licked at the narrow deep crevice of her ass. Suddenly his wet, snake-
like tongue thrust out hard against the flimsy panty silk and glided 
into the thin opening between her trembling ass-cheeks.

"Oh God, God stop!" she cried frantically, as her body deserted her. 
She had to stop, she had to, before everything was lost. The ceaseless 
licking of her loins was sending showers of obscene sparks all through 
her hopelessly aroused body.

But again her pleas went unheeded and now she could feel a third pair 
of hands circling around her naked belly and gliding up toward her 
fearfully swaying breasts. All thoughts of poker had fled from Nestor 
Burn's mind now as he joined the other two eager men in their greedy 
assault on the madly squirming young housewife's body. His hands cupped 
the richly trembling mounds of her breasts and he began kneading the 
firm hot flesh until wanton cries of lewd aroused abandon escaped 
uncontrollably from her tortured lips.

"Oh, oooooh, oooooh," she cried, her head flailing from side to side. 
"Stop, stop, please stop!"

Burn's fingers tweaked her small pink nipples into rigid hardness as he 
heatedly stretched and rolled them. All around her fingers and tongues 
were licking and pricking her body, building up the wild wanton 
sensations, until she thought she was going to explode!

It was now or never, Sally thought to herself. She had to break away 
now from this horrible assault on her body. Films or no films, she 
could not let herself be degraded like this. Suddenly, mustering all 
the strength inside her, she tore away from the savagely excited men 
who had sandwiched around her. Arms and legs flailed out at her as she 
dashed desperately for the door, but she had not managed to get halfway 
across the room when Rocky suddenly caught hold of her arms and dragged 
her back toward the table.

"Let me go, let me go," she pleaded, tears choking her eyes.

"Not on your life, bitch," Rocky growled crudely. "Get down on your 
knees." Other hands reached out to grab at her nakedly trembling body, 
but Rocky pulled her away from them.

"It's my turn," he bellowed. "Me first, and then you guys can have a 
crack at her, you understand?" His narrow eyes glared at the other two 
men, and they sensed immediately that he meant what he said.

"Now get down on your knees," Rocky commanded again. Sally could see 
the cold cruelness in his eyes, and she obeyed immediately and sank 
sobbing, to the floor, her loins still hotly trembling from the 
feverish assault on them moments ago. In one swift motion, Rocky 
reached for his chair and sat it down in front of her kneeling body. 
Majestically he sat down on it and spread his legs apart as she cowered 
before him.

"Suck me," he commanded.

"W-What," Sally stammered. She had never heard anyone speak to her that 
way in her life.

"You heard me," he repeated. "Suck my cock." She was only about two 
feet away from him now, kneeling in total submission in front of him.

Suddenly, as though in some terrible nightmare, she saw his hands reach 
out and felt his fingers tangling in her flailing hair.

His huge hands cupped her head and drew it toward his thick bulging 
penis as he ground his loins up against her face so that she could feel 
the hardness of his already erect cock beneath the rough material of 
his pants. She closed her eyes in bitter submission, determined to go 
through with the horrible act without a fight.

"Pull it out for me, baby," he hissed through lewdly contorted lips, 
twisting her long blonde hair in his hands until she thought he would 
rip it from her head by the roots.

She reached forward hurriedly to do his bidding and fumbled with the 
zipper on his pants to release the giant throbbing shaft of hard flesh 
underneath.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" Burns shouted, excitedly, from behind her. 
"Rocky's gonna cum in his pants before you even get there."

Finally, after she had fumbled for another moment, the huge fleshy 
instrument burst excitedly into the air through the unzipped fly. Rocky 
grabbed her hand and wrapped it around the rapidly thickening penis, 
skinning it back so that the giant red-fleshed head popped out from the 
thick foreskin a scant few inches from her eyes.

Then his hands were at her lips, forcing open her mouth. He inched his 
hotly pulsating cock-head forward until it rubbed lightly against her 
teeth. She could see down the full length of the rigidly throbbing 
member. It must have been eight inches long. She hesitated a moment, 
sickened by the thought of her mouth being used as a receptacle of lust 
by a total stranger and the lewd sperm he was going to pump down her 
unwilling throat.

Suddenly, Rocky's eager hands jerked her head toward the massive pole 
of flesh and his cock rammed forward into the warm saliva of her mouth. 
She could feel the giant head sliding wetly up the full length of her 
tongue inside, the tiny droplets of pre-ejaculate seeping from it, 
filling the warm cavern between her cheeks with its pungent salty 
taste.

His hips on the chair began a slow undulation, the long thick cock 
sliding in and out of her mouth with a wet sucking sound guided by his 
large meaty hands gripped tightly in her hair.

The two other men crowded close to watch the puffing of her cheeks as 
Rocky pushed his thrusting penis up between her tightly clasping lips. 
Suddenly, from behind she could feel coarse, rough hands over the 
smooth ivory flesh of her naked back ... hands that circled around her 
torso and began roving up underneath the full roundness of her breasts, 
tweaking and twisting the small buds of her nipples into licentious 
excitement; then slowly running them back up the sides of her naked 
young body over the hour glass curves of her narrow waist.

She could feel the fingers crawling over her kneeling body as her head 
rose and fell on the thick expanding cock in front of her. She could 
see small tufts of dark pubic hair curling out around the base where it 
left the open fly. Her mind wandered in semi-conscious thought. Nothing 
mattered anymore except to get this horrible ordeal over with.

She began sucking to please, running her tongue wetly around and around 
the pulsing lubricated head, at the end, flicking the tip teasingly 
into the tiny slit until she could feel it throbbing as though it had a 
life of its own and would erupt at any minute into a great gushing 
fountain of cum that would flow into her mouth and throat in a never-
ending stream. She would never forget this horrible moment as long as 
she lived-it would stay with her forever and ever, and Rod would never 
know the horrors she had gone through to protect her reputation for his 
sake.

Her tortured mind droned on senselessly, the very helplessness of her 
debasing position magnifying the weird masochistic sensations rising 
erotically in her belly.

Her head bobbed up and down slavishly over the hotly throbbing of flesh 
now, sucking to end it, sucking to draw the thick milky semen from it 
until she killed him. Rocky twisted and groaned above her, raining 
obscenities down at the top of her bobbing blonde head and watching 
with delight her tightly ovalled lips straining at his plunging cock. 
Behind her Burns played at her subserviently kneeling form like a sex-
crazed fiend, running his hands brutally over the milk-white softness 
of her trembling flesh. As he groaned, the wetness of his lips dropped 
to her naked back, tracing a path of wild desire along her spine that 
sent salacious shivers running to the tips of her dancing breasts. His 
wetly heated mouth descended down to the vulnerable crevice of her 
buttocks, which his hands had already pulled wide apart, his fingers 
rummaging in the wet, hair-lined slit of her vagina that now throbbed 
involuntarily in time to the cock sliding in and out of her mouth.

He moistened the tip of his extended middle finger from the excited 
wetness of her cunt and slowly stroked it up the silk-sheathed crevice 
towards her tight little anus. The tip of his finger, slippery from her 
vaginal secretions, circled teasingly around the puckered nether ring, 
guarding the entrance to her completely virginal rectum for a moment 
and then with a sudden thrust sunk deep inside.

Sally jerked forward from the unexpected pain and Rocky thrust his 
massively heated cock even deeper down her long throat until she felt 
as though it would choke her to death. She gagged slightly at the 
choking entry, trying to regain her breath. It came in a great gasping 
sound as she sucked it in from the pressure of the long extended middle 
finger behind her digging into her small cringing anus. Grunts of 
protest escaped from her lips as he wormed deeper and deeper, expanding 
the tightness of her painfully searing rectum until she thought she 
would faint from the cruel unrelenting probe.

Her concentration on her skewered anus was short-lived as she felt a 
sudden tightening of the hands holding her head down on the long thick 
cock. Rocky's pelvis began jerking wildly, ramming his hot throbbing 
penis deeper and deeper into her sucking mouth. She could feel his 
massive erection throbbing against the warm clinging insides of her 
cheeks and tongue, and she knew he was going to cum in her mouth ... 
the ultimate humiliation was being forced on her.

But she wanted to get it over with. She wanted to end the degradation 
that would take her one step closer to her goal of freedom from the 
evil films the detective had taken.

The blackmailed young wife sucked hungrily, her mouth salivating as it 
never had before while Burns behind her stretched and pulled at the 
tightened nether ring of her defenseless little rectum.

Rocky groaned above her crazily flailing head and fucked deep into her 
throat, holding her head in the prison of his heavy hands like a steel 
band. His cock began a sudden jerking motion and spewed with a lewd 
explosive vengeance the hot jets of his cum deep into her gulping 
throat. Sally groaned as she continued sucking, and her Adam's apple 
bobbed in rapid rhythm, swallowing the gushing sperm squirting hotly 
into her no-longer virginal mouth. She clasped her lips in a tight 
elastic ring around the jerking instrument, lasciviously swirling her 
tongue around and around the throbbing head. She wanted to suck it dry, 
to hurt him, to punish him for the bitter humiliation he was forcing 
upon her. His deep groans of pleasure, mistaken by her for pain, 
incited her to greater effort. It continued for almost an eternity 
until finally the hands clamped at the sides of her head, fell away and 
the huge throbbing cock gave one last hot spurt of its jutting sperm 
and stopped. The finger in her painfully expanded rectum popped out and 
Burns said:

"Lick him clean."

Sally followed his command quickly, anxious to end it. She began at the 
thick base of Rocky's penis where the tiny tufts of pubic hair 
protruded from his fly and began to slowly lick around it, twirling the 
tip of her tongue into the sticky streams that had escaped the 
tightness of her clasping lips. She could feel his deflating hardness 
under the lewd teasing and licked more rapidly to complete her 
degrading task before it sprang to life again. A moment later it was 
clear of all escaped cum, glistening and wet from her saliva. She 
watched, her eyes inches away, as it slowly deflated all the way and 
sank to softness.

"Man, that was something," Rocky breathed above, looking down at an 
obscene trickle of semen along her chin.

"Now it's our turn; right, Nestor?" Slope said, suddenly emerging from 
the other side of the table with a cruel glint in his eye. "Let's haul 
her over to the bed."

Before she knew what was happening, powerful arms had swooped under her 
shoulders and hoisted her up. Her voluptuous young body was being 
carried effortlessly toward the bedroom, as Rocky leaned back in his 
chair, his eyes rolling around in his head. His huge snake-like penis 
lay limp in his hands, his mouth gaping open in lewd satiation ...

*  *  *

Rod Baxter was doing his level best to keep from running every red 
light that stood in his way. He had zoomed down the expressway from the 
comfortable suburban house on the Main Line in record time, and now he 
was negotiating his way through the narrow streets of South 
Philadelphia, determined to find out what Burns was up to, and if Sally 
was with him. A million different ideas swam through his head as he 
tried to fit the scanty pieces of evidence together in some kind of 
comprehensible theory. Obviously, Burns must have made contact with 
Sally. Perhaps she really had been having an affair, and perhaps Burns 
had decided to play both ends against the middle-by collecting his 
normal fee and in addition blackmailing Sally. If that was the case, 
Rod told himself, he had two scores to settle-one with Sally and one 
with this two-bit private detective. His knuckles grew pale as he 
squeezed the steering wheel tightly, maneuvering the car through the 
dark streets of the semi-slum neighborhood ...

*  *  *

Inside the dimly-lit apartment, Sally struggled with the last ounce of 
strength in her nakedly vulnerable body as the powerful men forced her 
face-down into the tangled bed sheets.

"Man, what an ass," she heard Slope crooning from behind. "I'm gonna 
love sticking my cock in this."

Through her haze she felt his powerful hand yanking her panties below 
her wantonly uplifted buttocks and drawing the firm ass-cheeks wide 
apart. She tried to hold them tensed together but the pressure of his 
thumbs inserted in the moist crevice was too great. They were cruelly 
stretched away from each other until she could feel the cool air 
rushing into the hot interior between her kneeling legs. Curling under 
the stretched silk of her flimsy panties.

"It's still too tight," Slope gloated from his kneeling position behind 
her. "Better stretch it out a little."

She could feel the tip of an outstretched finger probing again at the 
entrance of her helpless rectum and she clenched the tiny puckered 
opening tight in a desperate effort to stop the cruel penetration she 
knew was coming. He probed for a moment on the outer edges of the small 
elastic circle and then shoved forward with a grin, sinking his 
extended middle finger with a jerk up to the first knuckle. Sally 
jumped from the anticipated pain that was not as keen this time as she 
thought it would be. The tender orifice was still stretched a bit from 
the earlier fingering while she had sucked Rocky moments ago. She 
relaxed slightly until she felt the extra cruel pressure of another 
finger ram unexpectedly in alongside the first. It hurt this time and 
she jerked forward to escape its painful entry, her obscenely displayed 
body moving a few inches up the bed, groaning as she did so.

"Oh don't please, don't, it hurts." Tears of pain and humiliation ran 
from her cheeks as the realization came to her that the big man had not 
just been talking. He was going to make love to her back there. It was 
not enough that he had already thrust his tongue deep inside her softly 
moistening pussy, now he was going to plant his long horrible cock 
fully up her virginal rectum in an unnatural act of love that she 
hadn't know existed before ... but that was not all. Next to her on the 
bed she could hear Burns undoing his zipper.

The detective had stripped himself naked now. He was not about to sit 
around and watch the moronic Slope get this piece of ass by himself. He 
was going to get some too. He was going to make this red-hot bitch suck 
him off while his friend plunged his thickly throbbing cock into her 
tight little asshole. There was nothing he wanted to see more than her 
getting it from both ends, squirming and writhing torturously on the 
bed.

The helpless girl could feel the bed sag as the heavy-set detective 
mounted it in front of her. His naked hairy body slid down beneath her 
face as she supported herself on her hands and knees on the mattress. 
This was the ultimate humiliation. Now she was going to be skewered 
from both ends at one time. She could never face the world again after 
this horrible debasing subjugation, and she cringed her upraised 
buttocks away from the fingers that were relentlessly probing into her 
anus, but it was useless.

As suddenly as Slope had shoved the sodomizing fingers into her, he now 
withdrew them with a lewd hissing sound; they seemed to slide out 
reluctantly, the tight elastic ring of her anus snugly clinging to them 
like a pair of pursed lips. He forced her legs wider apart with his 
knees and dropped his head to her shivering buttocks. Grinning lewdly, 
he began licking wetly at the deep, narrow crevice between them, 
moistening the tiny hole in preparation for the greater entry yet to 
come.

"Kneel up higher," Slope's voice suddenly commanded, and he sounded 
eager for the ultimate subjugation of her defenselessly shaking body. 
She hesitated for a moment and felt his hand on her hips jerking them 
to a higher kneeling position while his other hand remained caressing 
her dangling breasts, swaying in an open invitation to the cruel sodomy 
about to begin. Her anus throbbed in fear and humiliation.

"Man, she wants it," Slope growled. "Look at that little asshole beg."

His knees behind her pushed her legs wider apart, the hair of his legs 
brushing against the insides of her shaking thighs. She was held wide 
and open completely at his mercy as she bit down on her lower lip to 
keep back the tears of frustration brimming in her eyes.

At the same time that her young buttocks were being levered up high 
into the air, her head was being forced down in between the detective's 
lewdly spread legs. Sally closed her eyes in horror at the sight of the 
huge throbbing penis pointing up at her, but it was no use. In a second 
Burns had grabbed the locks of her thick blonde hair and was pressing 
his rock-hard cock against her wetly parted lips.

Slope in back of her had now grasped even more harshly at her quaking 
hips, holding them steady in the air as he guided his long pulsing 
penis into the moistly naked split behind her With his other hand he 
squeezed the crinkling silk of her panties like crepe paper.

Sally gasped from the first searing contact of his pressuring cock 
against her anus. It was huge ... even bigger than the one she had been 
so cruelly forced to suck to lewd completion a few minutes before. She 
hadn't expected it and she couldn't possibly take something so 
monstrously large inside her tiny virginal rectum without ripping her 
belly in half. She jerked forward again, attempting to move up the bed 
away from it, but as she did so, the hard fleshy head of Burns' cock 
forced its way between her moistly trembling lips.

Suddenly the detective's hands cruelly jerked her head forward as she 
strained to support herself with her arms holding her body in a push up 
position. But it was too much for her. As her arms collapsed, she fell 
forward and the thick rod of male flesh eagerly rushed through her lips 
into the warm wetness of her mouth. She could feel the heatedly 
pulsating cock-head sliding the entire length of her tongue, 
momentarily taking her concentration off the huge stiffening penis 
pressing into her from behind.

It was that moment of inattention that Slope had been waiting for, and 
he used the opportunity to shove his powerful hips forward, guiding his 
massive penis directly toward the defensively puckering little hole 
between her ass cheeks. He thrilled as he felt the warm satiny texture 
of her buttocks pressing against his lust-hardened cock, and his thrill 
intensified as his sensitive cockhead nudged against her cringing anus.

Sally felt the pressure against her nether ring increasing and she 
gasped in pain ... a gasp that quickly became a scream of agony as the 
thick knob on the end of his hotly throbbing penis popped through the 
small anal opening.

"Aaaagggghhhhh," her cry of pain and protest was muffled against the 
thick pulsating cock lodged just inside her mouth. Oh God! Never before 
had she felt so much pain in her backside; it was as though she was 
being forced to take an axe handle up inside her.

"Don't! You're splitting me-eeeee."

A fine mist of perspiration had broken out on Slope's forehead and the 
big man shook his head in bewilderment. "Man ... it sure is a tight 
little asshole," he said in disbelief. "Feels like she's biting the 
head of my prick right off and chewing it up."

"Stop talking and start fucking," Nestor Burns snarled, and began 
pumping his wildly pulsating cock in and out of the kneeling young 
wife's wide-ovalled mouth.

Slope methodically began a series of small thrusts into the pitifully 
cringing little anus, each stroke going deeper and deeper into the 
warm, buttery depths of the whimpering blonde's rectum.

Sally had never imagined that anything could be so brutally 
discomforting. She was positive that her anus had been ripped, but even 
so she clamped down tightly with her rectal muscles in an effort to 
expel him. The only result of her muscular activity was to elicit a 
wild groan of lewd pleasure from Slope who called out, "That's it, 
baby. You're getting with it. Squeeze your asshole."

A moment later, in stunned disbelief, Sally realized that the big man's 
monstrous penis had actually gone all the way up into her rectum for 
she felt his sperm bloated balls slap obscenely against the back of her 
thighs. She could feel his hotly throbbing flesh jerking like something 
alive up inside her belly, and the knowledge that she was fully impaled 
on his barbarous instrument brought a flood of tears to her eyes ... 
not tears of pain, but of undying shame. And as she knelt there, like 
some animal being used for breeding, she imagined exactly what she 
looked like-one man's cock buried in her mouth, another stranger's 
penis stuck up all the way inside her rectum. Never, she thought, had 
any woman been so cruelly defiled, so maltreated, so punished! It was 
then she began to think of what was happening as a true punishment ... 
a punishment for the wicked thing she had done with the boys. She was 
completely at Nestor Burns and his friends' mercy, and it was obvious 
that the word "mercy" meant nothing to them. They would use her body as 
they wished and there was nothing she could do about it. With this 
bitter knowledge, the subserviently kneeling young wife felt the first 
undeniable twinges of a masochistic enjoyment in her tortured rectum 
... and she realized that unwanted pleasure was beginning to wash over 
her ravished loins in wave after wave of sensual delight.

Gloating above her head, Burns began to undulate his pelvis, sliding 
the thickly throbbing cock in and out of her ovalled young mouth, never 
quite withdrawing all the way, but leaving the hotly swollen head half 
an inch inside the warm wet cavern of her mouth. Sally closed her eyes 
tightly to block out the horrible sight of the pubic hairs growing at 
the thick base of his cock which rammed mercilessly into her contorted 
face. Moisture filled her mouth, puffing her cheeks wide as it shoved 
forward to bury itself deep in her throat, keeping pace with the cock 
fucking ceaselessly into her widespread buttocks behind.

Burns looked up with lewd delight at the sweat-glistening body of the 
helplessly trapped girl skewered between his driving penis and the long 
thick cock ramming into her from behind. He timed his thrusts at her 
contorted face to match those of Slope in back of her, holding her 
twisting blonde head tighter as she coughed and sputtered below. As the 
lust-bloated tip rhythmically brushed her tonsils on the in-stroke, he 
watched her tender lips clasping tighter and tighter around the 
thrusting shaft as her mouth became accustomed to the fleshy intrusion.

Sally suddenly felt the rising tide of lascivious enjoyment beginning 
to spread outward from her belly. The very helplessness of her position 
and the debasing ravishment of her naked young body brought a delicious 
fire dancing salaciously through her tattered nerves. She licked and 
sucked like a hungry child at the iron-hard rod embedded in her 
clasping mouth, her moist cavern overflowing from the mixture of his 
excited pre-ejaculate fluid and her own saliva. She sucked for it to 
end as she felt her own lewdly tremulous insides erupting in great 
white flashes of fire dancing through her tattered nerves.

Slope, mounted behind her like a wild animal could feel the rising 
excitement welling helplessly inside her trapped young body and, with 
his hands tightly gripped on the soft white flesh of her quivering 
hips, he thrust his eagerly bulging cock deep into her rectum, impaling 
the blonde housewife like an insect.

"Ooooooooh, God ... God!" she grunted as he moved it around deep in her 
tightly straining anus, expanding the tender little orifice even 
further.

Oh, God, how he was debasing her! Treating her like a common whore he 
had bought for the night. The strange masochistic pleasure rippled 
lasciviously through her nakedly kneeling body again. She wanted to be 
destroyed by it! She wanted to be fucked until she could never walk 
again. The lewd subjugation which they were subjecting her to was 
involuntarily driving her wild with lust-incited sensation.

"Ooooh, fuck me good!" she chanted through cock-stretched lips, sweat 
dripping from her straining face.

Slope, muttering obscenities behind her and gasping with sadistic 
pleasure, began to saw rhythmically into the soft gripping depths of 
her ravished lips. She had never felt so soiled and debauched in her 
life, and her whole backside felt forever ruined as Slope levered up 
higher behind her and began to lunge the full length of his hugely 
throbbing cock deep down into her with long, smooth strokes. It pulled 
tiny ridges of her pinkly clasping flesh out with the base of his 
receding penis each time he withdrew for another vicious lunge inside. 
She was aware dimly of Slope chuckling to himself and pushing down hard 
on her frantically quivering buttocks with each lunge his rampaging 
cock made up into her belly, trapping her servile kneeling body between 
his skewering penis behind and the hands in front which were pulling 
her mouth feverishly against the other lust-engorged shaft that slammed 
savagely in and out of her throat. She was hopelessly held in the 
kneeling position, painfully bent like an errant slave before its cruel 
master.

Her subjugated young body jerked and quivered, and her thighs, released 
now that her resistance was broken, periodically convulsed as an extra 
hard thrust seared into her tortured rectum. She could hear the grunts 
of pleasure through the silence of the room around her, and she hated 
herself for the joy she was giving them and the joy she was feeling-
though there was nothing she could do about it. She wanted to destroy 
them, to kill them for the degradation and humiliation they were 
heaping on her. In spite of her pain she tightly clasped her anal 
muscles again trying to rip the lunging column of flesh from Slope's 
body.

"Aaaaagh!" Slope groaned. "God, baby, it's tight, I can't stand it." He 
threw his head back in ecstasy from the warmly clasping flesh 
enveloping it. She couldn't bear the indecent sodomizing of her small 
virginal rectum much longer. She had to end it, she had to. Wildly, she 
began to move backward to meet the forward thrust of his cock, 
undulating her naked body and lewdly swinging her buttocks in tiny 
rotating circles, clasping it tightly with the slight throb of her 
rectum on the outstroke. Slope behind her watched the tiny round hole 
draw back with his cock and felt the sudden voluntary movements of her 
gradually gyrating buttocks before him.

The gigantic man groaned again and surged into her with renewed power. 
He knew she was his to do with as he pleased now. There was no 
resistance left in this innocent young piece impaled on his cock. He 
would fuck it to her now as she had never had it before, and she would 
love it ... she was loving it now as he watched the lewd rotating 
movement of her upraised buttocks and the arching hollows of her back 
while she worked and ground back into him like a demon, long blonde 
hair falling over her face and across Nestor Burns' hairy belly as she 
squirmed in wanton abandon.

At the same time her hungrily clasping lips pumped on the thick 
throbbing cock ramming like a jackhammer deep up inside her throat. 
Burns from underneath could see her face flushing red from the 
intensity of her effort, her eyes wide in unseeing entrapment in the 
final quest for fulfillment. She bucked and churned her trapped young 
body back against the thickly skewering cock slamming into the 
expanding opening of her rectum. Grunting and groaning in frenzied 
ecstasy, she could feel the end nearing for both of them.

Slope sensed her sudden frantic need, and began to ram rapidly into 
her, hard and deep, battering her quivering buttocks with his powerful 
pelvis. He gripped the tops of her wide-splayed thighs with his 
fingers, hooking his fingers through her wide-stretched panties, 
squeezing with all his strength to pull her back over his cock like 
slipping a sleeve over an over-sized arm.

His eyes bulged wide at the salacious spectacle of the young wife's 
body excitedly bucking before him, and with a mighty thrust he jolted 
forward, his cock ripping deep up inside her suddenly milking rectum.

"Aaaaaagh!" she groaned piteously. He flicked deeper again, "Aaaaaagh."

With a last half-groan, Sally could feel in her agony the giant 
tormenting staff begin to grow and expand until she thought it would 
never stop. It was killing her, it was stretching the muscles of her 
splitting rectum beyond all endurance.

"Oh God, for God's sake, cum!" she mumbled in pain and masochistic 
pleasure and fucked back against him wildly. He gasped above her, 
incoherent words sputtering from his mouth, and shoved forward with a 
mighty thrust that almost tore through the tightly clasping walls of 
her belly. His hotly spurting cum shuddered in wave after wave into the 
hot depths of her rectum. She knelt in front of him, buttocks still 
waving high in the air and pressed tight back against his hairy loins 
as he poured his lewd male sperm deep inside her anal passage filling 
her abused rectum to the bursting point with his warm sticky wetness. 
He groaned with delight and collapsed heavily over her naked body, 
shoving her further forward onto the long thick cock fucking 
relentlessly in and out of her mouth.

The conniving detective had been excited beyond all belief at the 
obscene sight of the beautiful woman's buttocks bucking and undulating 
lewdly against the thick sodomizing cock impaling her from behind, and 
now his hands gripped against her head, he pulled her tightly ovalled 
mouth in an even faster rhythm back and forth between his lewdly 
splayed legs.

The young wife's tongue slavered helplessly around the detective's 
madly jerking cock as it sawed in and out of the warm moistness of her 
mouth. Incomprehensible mewling grunts and groans burst from her 
throat. There was nothing left now but the wanton abandonment of this 
throbbing shaft ramming so savagely up into her mouth. The huge bulbous 
cock-head jammed deep inside her throat, grating against her tonsils. 
As her mouth pumped and sucked, her cheeks puffing furiously her cum-
filled buttocks wiggled and waved in hopeless abandon against the other 
man's collapsed form piled on top of her.

Like a huge bloated balloon she could feel the fleshy throbbing pole 
inside her mouth expanding to the point of explosion. In response, her 
tongue licked and sucked at it furiously until the detective, his hands 
entwined in the soft silken locks of her blonde hair, thrust his pelvis 
brutally forward. The huge rock-hard cock rammed deep, deep inside her 
throat for one last time.

"Aaaaaaaagh!" she choked, and suddenly his sperm-bloated penis burst 
like a bomb. Her wildly puffing cheeks expanded and contracted as wave 
after molten wave of hotly shooting cum poured into the depths of her 
swallowing mouth.

Burns' hips jerked in spasmodic ecstasy as her ovalled lips slid 
hungrily up and down on his ejaculating cock in furious rhythm. A groan 
broke from her lips as her Adam's apple bobbed swallowing the gushing 
sperm squirting so thickly into her throat. She clasped her lips in a 
tight elastic ring around the madly jerking pole, swirling her tongue 
around and around the spasming head until it began to deflate.

Burns, his eyes closed, his entire body sweating, groaned in ecstasy 
and pushed her still pumping head from his now useless cock.

At the same time Slope slid off her back and crashed to the mattress to 
lay sprawled out on the sheets, his chest heaving rhythmically as he 
sucked in huge gasps of air. Burns groaned again and rolled over on his 
side.

Desperately Sally wanted to push herself off the bed and spirit away 
the films before the other men could rally their strength, but it would 
be nearly impossible. She would have to rest a moment to regain the 
strength that had been so brutally drained from her body. Kicking the 
soiled bed sheets onto the floor, she stretched her naked young body 
lengthwise across the bed in between the two sweating bodies of the 
exhausted men. A huge arm fell limply over her hips, and a pair of legs 
raised up and collapsed on top of her thighs, trapping her in a prison 
of limbs.

She could tell by the deep breathing of the two men surrounding her 
that they would soon be asleep, and then with luck she would be able to 
sneak into the other room, throw on her clothes and escape with the 
films. That is, if she could find some way of outwitting the one called 
Rocky and if the sleeping guard dog didn't suddenly wake up.



Chapter 7


Inside the bedroom it had grown dark. A single electric bulb cast its 
shadowy glow from the ceiling above the dresser. The heavy breathing of 
the two slumbering men had turned to light snores, and now Sally slowly 
extracted herself from the tangle of arms and legs wrapped around her 
body. Praying that the creaky mattress would not give her away, she 
carefully inched toward the edge of the bed, swinging her legs over the 
side.

The floor squeaked slightly as her feet touched down on it, but 
fortunately the dozing men were not wakened. Creeping on her tiptoes 
she made her way to the curtain that separated the bedroom from the 
dining room, and pulled it aside.

The dim shadowy light outlined Rocky's powerful form slumped over the 
table, his hands curled around a half-empty whiskey bottle. Thank God, 
she breathed in relief. He had passed out and would never notice her. 
The problem would be the large German shepherd who lay slumbering by 
the doorway.

On tiptoes, clad only in her cum-soaked and twisted panties, Sally 
crept across the room to the table, where her clothes were lying. The 
floorboard squeaked once and Rocky jumped, but his eyes quickly shut 
again, his head slumping on the table.

It was not until she had just slipped on her stockings and fastened her 
garter belt that she was startled by Rocky's voice growling drunkenly.

"Just what d'ya think you're doin'?" he grumbled.

"N-nothing," she stammered fearfully in the darkness as she edged 
toward the door.

"You ain't goin' nowhere ... not till ole Rocky gets his cock inside 
that little pussy of yours," he snarled. He pushed himself up from his 
chair and moved menacingly toward her.

It was now or never, Sally thought to herself as she hurriedly swept up 
her clothes and the reel of film, dashing toward the door. It did not 
matter that she was still half-naked, for now was her last chance to 
escape ...

Rod Baxter had been slowly winding his way up the dingy stairs when he 
suddenly heard a tremendous clatter from the second floor. Muffled 
gasps, grunts and the deep low growl of a menacing dog assaulted his 
ears. He felt his way back down and retreated to the steps outside the 
front doorway to see what would happen. For five minutes and more he 
waited, but no one emerged. He stepped out into the sidewalk and 
glanced up at the building. It was difficult to tell which apartment 
belonged to Burns. The windows in several were well lit, and he had 
seen no sign or mailbox with Burns' name on it inside. He would just 
have to check with one of the neighbors.

Sally had gotten as far as the second floor landing until the German 
shepherd had cornered her, backed her against the wall, his thick 
tailing switching back and forth like a whip. For the first time Sally 
could see he was no docile house pet, she could see the red embers of 
his eyes flashing at her in the dark, the glint from his ivory fangs 
and the flecks of thick drool clinging to his jowls.

"Good boy, Ripper," Rocky mumbled, patting him on the head. "Just for 
that, I'm gonna give you a nice big reward." Rocky grabbed him by the 
collar and pulled him back.

"Get back inside," he snapped at Sally, glaring at her as she trembled 
against the wall. Oh God, she thought, why haven't any of the neighbors 
heard the noise, what's wrong with these people? Why don't they help 
me?

"Let me go, let me go!" she pleaded, tears choking her eyes. She tried 
desperately to scream, but before the sound could escape from her lips, 
Rocky had clamped his hand over her mouth and was dragging her back 
into the apartment. When they got inside he slammed the door violently 
shut and hurled her clothing and the reel of films against a far wall. 
She cowered before his sudden rage, clad only in her panties, stockings 
and black high-heeled shoes. Mercilessly before she knew what was 
happening, Rocky had clasped both wrists in his hand and hoisted her up 
with his other hand under her thighs. She struggled and squirmed to 
break away, but it was useless. He threw her down viciously on the card 
table, her kicking legs hanging over the edge.

Ripping off his laborer's tee-shirt he gripped the hotly quivering 
flesh of her thighs and spread them wide apart, kneeling down in 
between her legs. At the same time the hulking animal, sensing 
excitement pranced frantically around the table, nuzzling her legs with 
his cold nose, his tail brushing like a furry whip against her calves.

Bottles and chips flew helter-skelter and crashed to the floor as she 
struggled and squirmed to break away, but it was useless. Now Rocky's 
huge hands spread her warm full thighs even further apart while her 
arms strained to raise her body off the table. She could only raise 
herself to a sitting position ... just enough to look down hopelessly 
while Rocky's head burrowed into the warm silk of her helplessly 
exposed panties.

Her legs kicked and thrashed, but Rocky's hands were too powerful. His 
thumbs pressed the softly yielding flesh of her inner thighs, and his 
rough fingers locked her legs against the table. In a sudden desperate 
effort to strangle the man who had thwarted her escape, she wrapped her 
thighs around his head and dug the heel of her shoes into his naked 
shoulder blades.

"Aaaaagh!" he groaned savagely, his fingers slipping under the tight 
elastic crotch band of her white nylon panties and yanking it aside.

"Oooooooh," she whimpered piteously. Her legs squeezed viciously around 
his head, her eyes wide open in abject terror. But it was a hopeless 
battle. The coarse crude fingers tearing at her panties and the wetly 
licking tongue grinding against her soft blonde pubic hair sent ripples 
of lust through her helplessly responding body.

And suddenly his tongue was at the wetly palpitating lips of her naked 
young pussy. Her entire body froze.

"Oh God, noooooo," she pleaded.

Cruelly, he flicked his tongue at the warm little sluice and quickly 
withdrew it. She jerked, a soul-searing moan involuntarily escaping 
from her lips.

"Oh God, Ooooooh, ooooh," she whimpered. In fear-stricken desperation, 
her blonde hair flailed from side to side as her arms strained to 
support her body in a sitting position. Once again she locked her 
resilient full thighs savagely around his head, desperately trying to 
strangle him.

Muttering a loud lustful groan he speared his tongue deep up in between 
her wetly palpitating cuntal lips. His hands circled around in back to 
her squirming buttocks, tearing at the warmly rounded flesh.

"Jeeeesus, Jeeesus, please!" she cried.

But the relentless tongue-spearing of her cunt would not cease. 
Grinding her loins up toward his face he thrust his tongue deep up 
inside her moistly throbbing pussy.

Lewdly, he licked the tiny pink head of her clitoris on the outstroke 
and rippled deep inside her vagina on the instroke. As she struggled 
and squirmed against his lewd onslaught she could feel his rough beard 
gritting against the softly trembling flesh of her out-thrust thighs, 
she could hear the vile sucking noises of his carnal feast.

Uncontrollable groans of wicked passion wailed from her throat as her 
body---still hopelessly aroused from her abuse in the other room-began 
to desert her. She lay back against the table locking her long tapered 
legs even harder around his bobbing head, her eyes clenched tightly 
shut. And as his tongue thrust and retreated from her wide-splayed 
vagina in lewdly salacious rhythm she reached down and tweaked the 
stiffening buds of her own nipples and felt thrill after them of wanton 
enjoyment pour over her. Her traitorous hands then curled into Rocky's 
thick black hair, forcing his head tight up against her insanely 
bucking pussy, driving her wild with lewd animal excitement. All 
thought of escape had deserted her as the uncouth gangster's tongue 
licked and sucked against the pinkly parted lips of her vagina.

God, he knew he had her now. She was all his! Suddenly without warning, 
he withdrew his head from between her trembling legs and stood up, 
towering over her lewdly spread-eagled form.

"Oooooh God, fuck me, fuck me," she mumbled deliriously, as though lost 
in an obscene dream. Her head lolling like a rag doll from side to 
side.

Rocky quickly tore off his clothes, grinning in triumph down at her 
wantonly writhing form on the table. Goddamn, he was going to blow his 
cum all over that white little body of hers. His massive cock shot out 
from beneath his stomach like a huge quivering pole, and he began to 
heatedly stroke it with a slow rhythm.

"Fuck me, fuck me, you bastard," she begged, spreading her nakedly 
voluptuous body out over the table, her arms and legs splayed apart in 
an inviting "vee". All thought of dignity had fled from her now. All 
she wanted was this obscene man's cock tightly sheathed in her panty 
silk as he rammed it deep up inside her lust-inflamed pussy.

Rocky moved menacingly toward her and mounted the table, straddling her 
young curvaceous body with the legs and pointing the bulbous throbbing 
head of his cock directly at her upper belly.

"No, no, not there," she screamed desperately. "Fuck me, fuck my 
vagina."

But Rocky's body edged up along her helplessly supine body until his 
thick throbbing pole was poised right in between the lush curving 
mounds of her breasts.

She could feel his naked buttocks obscenely grinding against her 
stomach as he cupped her trembling breasts in his greedy hands and 
wrapped them like a soft warm glove around the pulsing thickness of his 
cock.

"Not there, not there, fuck me!" she screamed feverishly.

By now the big German shepherd who had been prancing nervously around 
the table was excited by the savage cries of lust that filled the room, 
and he began a wet licking at her stocking-sheathed legs.

Sally was barely conscious of it at first as her involuntarily aroused 
body responded to the lust-crazed assault on her breasts, for now 
Rocky's cock began sliding in between the soft fleshy mounds in long 
even strokes, his fingers rolling and tweaking her rigidly erect 
nipples

In sudden surprise, her young body twitched as something hot and wet 
began to lick against the satiny clinging warmth of her panties. With a 
shudder of fear she realized it was the dog who had been attracted by 
the passion-filled commotion. She tried to shoo him away by kicking out 
with her high heeled shoes, but he merely snarled and unrelentingly 
advanced on her again.

"Oooooh, oooooh, God!" she groaned at this depraved double ravishment. 
The dog's cold wet nose nuzzling against the small sensitive bud of her 
clitoris sent electric shocks through her spine and her body jerked 
spasmodically to escape from it. God, she was going to be Ducked by a 
dog!

Simultaneously Rocky's huge hot cock fucking between her breasts 
throbbed and palpitated as though it were going to explode. Working her 
into a mad frenzy of passion, Rocky's fingers nipped and teased at her 
lust-stiffened nipples, grinning as her helplessly aroused body 
squirmed in lewd abandonment beneath him.

From below, Sally could feel the German shepherd's huge furry body 
jumping up excitedly in between her splayed-out legs, his huge paws 
clawing into her twisting thighs as he struggled to balance himself on 
the table. The long tapered head of his scarlet penis had burst from 
its fur-covered sheath, and as he struggled to support himself on the 
table, it jerked closer and closer to the flimsy covering of silk 
panties that guarded her naked vagina.

"Aaaaaaagh," she screamed in terror as the animal's hugely throbbing 
cock suddenly made obscene contact with the quivering blonde hair-lined 
lips of her vagina ...

*  *  *

Rod Baxter could hardly believe his ears. The strange noises coming 
from the apartment made it sound as if someone were being raped. The 
grunts and groans, the strange whimpering noises, what did it all mean? 
He was sure this was Burns' apartment, all right. The tenant on the 
first floor had given him the directions, and now all he could do was 
to press his ear against the door and listen in the darkness.

By now the animal had locked himself tightly around Baxter's wife's 
heaving belly and begun to excitedly burrow his animal penis into the 
silk-lined crevice of her cunt. His front paws scratching the surface 
of the table, he flicked his haunches powerfully forward, bringing 
groans of wanton abandonment from her throat as his long canine penis 
slid up inside her cunt. His tail wagging and trembling, he let out a 
low fierce growl as though he had found a bitch in heat. In a lewd echo 
Sally moaned in depraved satisfaction. She tensed as the dog's tongue 
snaked up the undulating curves of her obscenely aroused body and began 
licking her belly.

Suddenly, as the beast squirmed up tighter in between her splayed out 
thighs, she locked her feet around him, smothering him against her 
impassioned loins, his long slippery penis fucking swiftly into the 
sicken crevice of her palpitating young cunt.

"Ummm," she gasped deliriously as the dog began a steady fucking rhythm 
in and out of her hotly throbbing vaginal flesh. The frantic jerking of 
the animal's cock was paced by the long, smooth strokes of Rocky's 
human cock gliding rhythmically between her close-cupped breasts.

Down below, the dog had found his lust-inciting mark. His thick red 
penis slammed and slithered inside her hotly clasping pussy until Sally 
could feel the smooth sensual sink of her panties pulling and jerking 
around her rotating buttocks. God, she was enjoying it, the guilty 
thought whirled through her horrified mind. She was enjoying being 
Ducked by a dog as another man thrust his hotly throbbing cock in 
between her naked breasts. Any second now the bursting love juices 
inside her heated cunt were going to spew out crazily and mingle with 
the thick animal cum of the huge monster jerking and throbbing between 
her legs ... And any second the lustfully burgeoning cock between her 
breasts was going to erupt and rocket its human sperm all over the 
clasping furrow of her breasts and throat and chin. Her body squirmed 
and bucked wildly as helpless squeals of ravaged ecstasy bubbled from 
her mouth.

"Oooooh, ooooh," she chanted crazily. "Fuck me, ffuuuuuck me!"

"I'm gonna fuck ya, I'm gonna cum all over your face," Rocky snarled 
down at her, his face raw and contorted with twisted lust. His pelvis 
flicked forward in rhythm with the wildly screwing dog plunging and 
pistoning between her legs, and now the first drops of thick white the 
redly swelling head of his plunging cock as it slid between the tight 
cupped mounds of her soft warm breasts.

Sally's aroused young body twisted and bucked in response to the 
obscene double ravishment and to the lewd threat. And suddenly with a 
tremendous groan from deep in his belly, Rocky's penis exploded.

The spewing hot cum burst from the wildly jerking head of his cock like 
a raging river of white hot lava. His buttocks, straddled on top of her 
naked belly, jerked and twitched furiously as the pulsating head of his 
cock gunned like a rocket blasting off. The cum geysered up over her 
twisting neck in thick white rivulets as wanton gasps and groans 
rumbled from her chest.

"Aaaaaagh, God, Aaaaagh!" she screamed, "I'm cumming. I'm cummiinnng!"

Her wild, animal-like groans of pleasure drove the mammoth German 
shepherd into a lust-crazed frenzy and his huge penis throbbed and 
jerked deep up inside her hotly milking pussy as her long stocking-
sheathed legs squeezed savagely against his furry body. Her heels 
ground maniacally down into the lusting dog's back, forcing his bestial 
penis even deeper up into her panty-sheathed cunt. She could feel the 
gigantic canine cock-head ready to blow up inside her, as his jowls 
spat flecks of eager saliva onto the trembling white flesh of her 
belly.

Suddenly the animal's hairy pelvis jerked forward, and her legs kicked 
outward in spasmodic ecstasy. Her naked young body shivered, and a low 
guttural drone of delight spewed from her throat as the animal's 
churning hot sperm exploded like a bomb far up inside her wildly 
rejoicing cunt.

Huge convulsing waves of cum spurted deep up inside her belly while her 
pussy walls savagely clasped and unclasped around the long exploding 
dog cock skewered into her. Sally's head flailed from side to side like 
a machine. She had been subjected to the ultimate degradation and 
humiliation, and she was enjoying every single moment of it. Her 
debased and abused body twitched and pulsated as Rocky groaned and 
pulled himself off her, then fell wearily across the table.

She dog, who had finally relieved the aching pressure inside his loins, 
was panting heavily, and his thick tongue began licking and nibbling at 
the moistly saturated nylon crotchband of her panties ... licking away 
the last of her fears. With a savage growl of impatience, his teeth 
shredded the nylon cloth and it was only then--- as she felt the cool 
cleansing air washing over her battered vaginal flesh that the young 
wife realized she was free of her awful panty compulsion.

Every ounce of strength was drained from Sally's battered body for she 
was sated beyond belief. The shreds of her panties hung down low on her 
hips with the ripped-out crotch band revealing the sparse golden curls 
of her blonde pussy hair as her stocking-sheathed legs dangled limply 
over the edge of the large card table. Now more than anything in the 
world she desired the sweet oblivion of deep sleep, but she fought 
against the powerful urge with her last reserves of moral energy, her 
depleted body tensed as she waited for the telltale signs of exhaustion 
to show on the hulking man who had ravaged her and who was now curled 
up naked on the table beside her. Finally his chest began to rise and 
fall in a steady rhythm. Thank God, Sally breathed with relief, her 
ordeal was over. She could make her escape now!

Not a single sound was coming from the bedroom either. Her other 
tormentors were still sound asleep.

Holding her breath tensely, she gathered up her clothes and the film 
canister, hardly aware that she was still half-naked. She would just 
have to dress in the hallway, that was all there was to it ... if she 
could only keep the dog quiet while she made her escape.

Fortunately the huge animal was happily satisfied, and as Sally crept 
across the bare squeaking floor of the apartment, he did not offer any 
resistance. Near the door she paused momentarily; there was something 
else! The money she had paid to the blackmailing detective! Quickly, 
not daring to think about the dangers involved, she put her clothes and 
the film by the door and returned to the bedroom. The door creaked 
slightly as she opened it, and her heart pounded like a trip-hammer in 
her chest. She hesitated a second. It would be better to leave well 
enough alone. If Nestor Burns or the brutal Slope caught her inside the 
bedroom, she knew they would not hesitate to use her body again ... and 
again. She gazed down at her tattered panties. They no longer were any 
protection to her, and now with a sudden shock of insight, she knew 
they never had been protection ... only an insubstantial veil that hid 
nothing! Quickly she pulled the flimsy nylon garment down over her 
nakedly flaring buttocks and let them fall to her feet. They lay there-
-- semen-stained and wet---and disdainfully she kicked them away.

A moment later she was in the bedroom staring down at the two naked 
men. Odd, how lifeless, how impotent their cocks seemed now, all 
shriveled up and weak. Yet, it was in her power to transform both of 
those pieces of male flesh almost immediately into thick, vibrantly 
pounding shafts of strength. Her power! All she had to do was caress 
them. She stood there, standing naked and proud for a moment longer and 
then smiling securely to herself, reached over toward the chair and 
pulled Nestor Burns' trousers toward her. The wad of bills still had 
the rubber band around it.

Then, quietly, she left the bedroom and returned to her clothes.

Moving carefully forward on her tiptoes, she inched the door open and 
peered into the hallway. The dim light of a single electric bulb 
revealed that no one was coming up the stairs and that the other 
apartment doors were tightly shut. Hurriedly, Sally slipped on her 
suede miniskirt and then, with her fingers trembling, haphazardly 
buttoned up her blouse.

She was too excited now to maintain her composure as she dashed down 
the darkened stairway hugging the incriminating film in her arms.

In her panicky night to the street, however, she had failed to notice 
the distinguished looking man hiding in the shadows of the second floor 
hallway. He couldn't fail to see her though, even in the dark, and he 
followed quickly and quietly a safe distance behind her, tiptoeing 
silently down the creaking steps.

As Rod caught sight of his wife dashing madly toward the Jaguar, things 
suddenly became more confused, not clearer. He waited until she was in 
the car and then hopped into his own vehicle. By now he'd made up his 
mind that once and for all he was going to find out what was going on, 
and as the Jag lurched forward, his own car pulled out and trailed a 
safe distance behind it.

Sally felt an almost overwhelming sense of elation. She was home free 
now with the horrible film in her possession. Never again would she be 
forced to undergo the kind of humiliation that the unscrupulous 
detective had subjected her to. But still, there was the story she had 
to tell Rod. What could she ever possibly say to him, how could she 
explain the terrible thing that had driven her to the seemingly 
bottomless pit of shame and degradation?

The wheels of her mind spun rapidly as she thought, because she knew 
Rod wasn't going to settle for any cock and bull story. He was going to 
dig and probe until he was satisfied ... until her strange behavior had 
been thoroughly explained to him.

Try as she might, though, her mind was too confused to fabricate an 
air-tight story, and as she drove rapidly homeward, she could feel 
herself getting more and more tense. As she pulled into the driveway, 
she noticed that Rod's car was gone. God, what a relief, she thought to 
herself, as she eased the Jag into the garage. At least there would be 
more time now to compose herself and think ...

The fact that his wife had driven straight home from the detective's 
apartment only added to Rod's vast confusion, and it was instinct that 
made him park his car down the street and walk the rest of the way to 
the house. By now he was positive that his wife was really up to 
something. If he surprised her at the right time he just might be able 
to discover what that "something" was.

The second Sally opened the door to her house, she realized exactly 
what she was going to say and do. There was really no choice; she had 
to tell her husband everything! The indecent exposure she had made of 
her panties before the young boys was her fault ... what had happened 
at Nestor Burns' apartment was Rod's fault because he was the one who 
had brought the evil private detective into their lives. If she were 
going to start all over again, living a normal life, she knew that her 
husband would have to be told ... sparing him none of the details.

Her heart was pounding in a combination of fright and uncertainty as 
she took a long hot shower. Once she had stepped out and dried herself 
thoroughly, she was calm and ready.

Oddly enough, she was not surprised to hear Rod moving around in the 
front room. Some instinct had told her that he had quietly entered the 
house while she was in the bathroom washing off the vile sperm of three 
strange men and the German shepherd.

And now her earlier apprehension returned. What if he left her? God, 
that was too unbearable to think about. She loved him, loved him deeply 
... and now that she had finally cured herself of her terrible 
compulsion she could love him freely, uninhibited ... could bring him 
greater happiness than he had ever suspected could exist.

Drawing a deep breath, Sally stepped into the front room. Rod was 
behind the bar; she saw him staring at her, mouth agape in surprise ... 
and something else, anger perhaps. He continued to stare, and for a 
second she was perplexed; he looked as if he had never seen her before.

She looked down at her own nakedly voluptuous body, trying to discover 
what was so different about her. And then, she dimpled. Of course ... 
in all their years of marriage, her own husband had never seen her 
completely naked before ... had never seen her without panties.

Sensually, deliberately flaunting every bit of her feminine allure, 
Sally walked across the room toward her husband.

"Darling," she said. "I think I owe you an explanation. Sit down. 
There's a film I want you to see first ... and then I'll answer any 
question you want ..."

But, as she turned away, she caught the hungry gleam in his eyes and 
realized that he probably wouldn't have too many questions ...


The End
