Truck Stop Virgin
by Morgan Savage
(LLP-458)


FOREWORD 

It is difficult enough in our fast-paced changing society for a child to 
grow up under normal circumstances. At every turn, temptations arise, 
threatening to lure the child away from strict parental moral guidance into 
a twilight world of drugs and sexual permissiveness. 

The situation is even more difficult for the child who is either orphaned or 
the product of a divorce and must go it alone without the help of parents, 
relatives or close friends. 

Such a situation is that of our story's heroine, "Kiki", a stunningly 
attractive teenager, born in The Philippines of mixed Japanese-Polynesian 
parents and brought up in a foster home in the United States. It is when she 
is released from the foster home at seventeen to work as a waitress in a 
24-hour diner and truckers stop that she is exposed to the harsh world of 
reality. Immediately her grasping boss exploits her, demanding half of her 
tips, and then schemes to rob her of her virginity with the help of two of 
his older coarse friends Bull Corn well, a service station mechanics' boss, 
and Clive Wilkinsen, a hardware store owner. 

Through the skillful use of hard liquor and intimidation, the men succeed in 
raping her, only to have their pleasures short-lived. 

The frightened young girl escapes to other adventures, some tragic-comedy in 
their unraveling, but each bring her closer to sobering womanhood and the 
realization that her tormenting goddess-like body will never let men or 
herself rest. 

It is rare that we, the publishers receive a work so strikingly stark and 
detailed, so brilliantly perceptive in its psychological understanding of 
human nature. The author has fashioned a narrative that we feel should be 
read by every concerned citizen in the United States, particularly by 
persons seeking help in understanding the problems experienced by many young 
people, alone and frightened, in adjusting to modern society and its 
inherent dangers. Due, however, to the sensitive nature of the material 
involved, we do not recommend this book to any but the most mature and 
liberal-minded. 

-The Publishers 

 Chapter One 

About three miles this side of the southwest cutoff on truckers route No. 19 
on the State highway is a twenty-four hour diner and behind it, a small 
hotel. All of this is inside a service station complex known locally as 
Johnny's Corners. 

One of the unshaven long-haul truck drivers had just asked Dick Whitty, the 
owner and manager of the modern diner with the bright, flashing neon signs 
and the shiny aluminum facade where he'd hired the new waitress. "C'mon, 
man," he smiled, "let's have the secret. Where'd you dig up that sexy girl, 
huh?" 

Dick Whitty proudly stuck his thumbs into his belt as he grinned, accepting 
the trucker's compliment, and he was receiving many since he'd taken Kiki 
on. And what a delicious teenage dish Lady Luck had served him for a change! 
Since Kiki had come, he was beaming from ear to ear... 

"Well, since ya bein' so nosey and all that," Dick laughed, "I'll be tellin' 
ya. See, I got her out of a foster home kind of set up. It's like this. The 
kids get put in these homes until they come of age, then they'se out on 
their own, see. And if they wants and it's okay, they goes back with their 
own kin, but usually the kin ain't nowhere around and they're all out on 
their own." He nodded. "Like this one. So I'm puttin' her up and feeding her 
and just, you know, takin' care of her till she makes up her mind where 
she's goin'." 

As the girl passed by from behind the counter carrying a tray with dishes on 
it, the truck driver reached out and patted her bottom affectionately. He 
grinned up at Dick who was counting receipts. 

"What's her name, huh?" The trucker hadn't been east for several weeks and 
he'd just driven in early that morning. 

"They call her "Kiki". She's supposed to have a lot of different bloods, 
born in Manila and her father was half Jap and something else and her mom 
was Hawaiian and English, a real mix up and she don't have no idea how the 
hell she got over here but her mom had something to do with it she thinks 
like chasin' after the Fleet, somethin' like that during the last war. Ended 
up in San Francisco and then back East up here." 

"She makes me horny," said another of Dick's early morning customers. This 
was Clive Wilkenson and he owned the big hardware stone down the pike closer 
to town. He always drove out for coffee and cake in the morning. 

"Yeah," continued Dick, "I didn't have no trouble gettin' Kiki. They knows 
I'm honest (he winked) in business, I mean, so they up and asked me if I 
needed some counter help and you guys know I did, so I said, sure, and then 
when I look up next, there stands Kiki. I couldn't been happier." 

"Yeah," said Clive, "s*he's some looker. She really turns me on, get's me 
nuts hot, know what I mean." He whispered out of the corner of his mouth to 
the manager. 

"Say Dick, where'd she get that classy costume she's wearin'?" 

"You like that huh? Well, I got to thinkin' Kiki's got such a hot set of 
tits and those legs, why the hell not, so I got this see-thru blouse and 
those hot pants and they do the trick, don't you think? Shit, business, 
believe it or not, has doubled since I took her on back a week ago." 

"Yeah, you can say that again," Clive laughed. "I don't but have to yank 
myself out of here to go back to the damned store. I could - that tight 
little virgin pussy all day and oh that ass and those bouncin' tits, oh 
wow!" 

The three men fell silent for awhile as each lost himself in his own 
personal fantasy of Kiki's provocative charms as the sleek young body around 
the diner doing the various and chores and waiting on the tables and helping 
the other girl when the place would get At the cash register, Dick Whitty 
stared at her thoughtfully. He was interested in Kiki. She was the product 
of a brief but probably happy interlude between an English sailor and a 
Chinese mother. Before the family had broken and the misery began, Kiki had 
had many opportunities at her father's knee and with her mother to learn of 
the fantastic heritage that was hers. Kiki had inherited a soft dark skin 
and slightly almond-shaped eyes but these were blue. She had an out-going 
manner which came from her father who had some Irish blood in him, plus a 
serenity she'd inherited from her mother's forbearers. Her mother had told 
her that her Grandmother had been pure Hawaiian while her father had been 
Japanese and Dutch. These people must have enjoyed more than usual 
intelligence because Kiki was anything but dumb. Physically she had a 
model's body with long, slender legs, smooth, curved thighs and unbelievably 
beautiful ripe breasts high on her chest. Her features were unusually pixie 
and cute and she laughed easily and still had the girlish habit of giggling 
unnecessarily. Kiki wore her raven hair down to her shoulders and most of 
the time was tossing it gaily about as her larger blue eyes flashed and her 
carefully cared for teeth shone whitely. In many ways Kiki was very proud of 
herself and very confident that everything would one day work out. She was 
also a hard worker and could follow instructions. Above all, this fact 
counted highly in Dick Whitty's estimation of Kiki, just as high as did his 
approval of her innate honesty, a quality hard to find these days. 

"Yeah," said Clive interrupting Dick's reverie, "that Kiki's really stacked. 
Don't mind me askin' but you been gettin' any since the kid hit the scene?" 

Dick turned suddenly to follow the movements of a new short order cook he'd 
just hired. This was an oriental youth, a Korean, Dick Whitty believed and 
the manager of the diner still wasn't sure he could trust him; but then Dick 
was always suspicious of any kind of oriental. 

"No, not yet, Clive," Dick answered. He grinned, "But shit, I ain't just 
never got the time and then I keep worrying about rape; you know they gotta 
be over eighteen and she ain't just quite eighteen and if she squeals, well, 
I've had it!" 

"You're makin' too much out of it," said another old cronie at the counter. 
"Listen, Dick, no judge's gonna believe her word against yours. That's for 
sure. Shit, man, you been around these parts for a hundred years. You ain't 
got no reputation but a good one. They'd not take her word for shit, you 
gotta know that, Dick!" 

"Now listen you guys, you're all puttin' bad ideas into my head," Dick 
Whitty protested but his eyes began to light up with a lust as he thought 
about actually fucking the delicious young Kiki. God, naked she must be out 
of sight. And those tits and what a tight happy little cunt she must have, 
he sighed to himself, his eyes glued to her shapely legs and the clinging 
yellow hot pants that outlined the sharp curves of her pussy lips so 
gloriously. 

Of course, although Dick had said nothing to his friends since he'd taken 
Kiki on, he'd entertained some ideas of grabbing her ass but in truth he'd 
done nothing about it; there was the usual problems, the time, the place... 

He looked up at Clive. "Suppose she kicks up a storm anyhow and starts 
wrestlin' with me?" he laughed. "A gal young as this one got one hell of a 
lot of fight in her!" 

"Well, if you ask me," chimed in one of Dick's friends, a guy who called 
himself Bull Cornwell and resembled a bull with his immense physical 
strength, "we could all hold her down for you, Dick, but of course you'd be 
good to us afterwards for the favor, now wouldn't you?" 

"Reckon I'd be," Dick admitted. "Probably it would be easier for all of us 
if we kind of filled her up with a couple of whiskeys, and then hell, she 
might even like that. Other day I saw her sippin' some wine with the Korean 
boy and she liked that." 

"Well, men," said Clive, "whatcha all think?" 

Dick looked up and grinned. "Look, business sort of falls of tonight early 
and the night guy ought to have no trouble workin' by hisself... and we 
could all kind of have ourselves a little party back in the hotel lobby, 
huh? What do you all say to that?" 

"Yeah," said Clive, "we could put up the "Closed" sign and there'd be nobody 
to bother us. There ain't anyone livin' back there now, is there, Dick?" 

"Nope, nobody. Ain't had a hotel customer in over a week and Kiki herself is 
stayin' in one of the rooms back there so that's gonna make it easy like ... 
if you know what I mean." 

As the long day and early evening were on, Dick Whitty could hardly 
concentrate on his business. All he could think of was Kiki and her lovely 
little upturned ass, and those great bouncing tits. And as the time grew 
close he couldn't tear his greedy eyes away from her prominent pubic mound 
that seemed to be blinking signals at him as she tended to the diner's 
customers. * * * Kiki was in the kitchen washing some of the special 
glasswear. The other girl was taking care of the floor and the counter 
orders. Kiki was deep in thought. The roadside diner wasn't a bad place to 
work except of course the hours seemed endless and some of the work was even 
exhausting... like the cleaning up before the early morning shift took over 
and this meant everything including the big greasy stove and every single 
cup and saucer, knife, fork and spoon and the entire tiled floor of the 
diner had to be scrubbed by herself and the Korean boy and then polished 
until they were supposed to see their faces shining in it. 

Yes, Kiki liked working for Mr. Whitty even though he was harsh on her at 
times. The tips were very good and the patrons generous. Mr. Whitty had 
explained that all the tips had to be divided in half with him, but she had 
already figured out a little system for slipping quarters and half-dollars 
into her panties and then paying Mr. Whitty only a small portion of what she 
actually took in. 

The young girl thought this was a form of cheating but the Korean boy, Joey 
Wang told her differently. He said that waitresses should keep all their 
tips and that in his opinion Mr. Whitty was a dirty crook who even didn't 
pay a fair wage for the work done for him. He claimed that even the cook was 
underpaid. But Joey Wang was one of those kids who was always complaining, 
always concerned with the downtrodden and the hapless of the earth. 

Now he was standing next to Kiki at the sink, his back slightly hiding her 
from Mr. Whitty's view out at the diner counter. "When you walk I can hear 
your tips going jingle-jangle," he said. He knew that if Mr. Whitty knew 
Kiki was slipping the extra tips down inside her panties he'd be mad as hell 
at her and call her a cheat the way he did every other waitress he'd had 
since Wang came to work for him. 

"Thanks" Kiki told her new friend. Since she'd come there to work from the 
foster farm she and the Korean boy had become close friends, spending a lot 
of time together talking and planning their futures. Despite the fact that 
Wang was a foreigner, he knew a lot more about life than Kiki did and she 
valued him. Sometimes, when business was slow or when Mr. Whitty was nodding 
near the register, they would hold hands under the counter where no one 
could see and stare into each other's eyes. 

"You should be careful about the money, Kiki," he told her and after a 
moment she made up her mind what she'd do about it. She had by now stuffed a 
great quantity of assorted coins down the front of her hot pants and they 
were really jangling together as she walked. Worse yet, she had been invited 
by Mr. Whitty and his two .friends, Clive, the hardware store man she knew 
from town and Mr. Bull Cornwall, the boss of the mechanics at the truckers' 
service station, to a little private party in the hotel in back of the 
diner. This was to take place after the night shift came on in the diner and 
Kiki, for some reason she couldn't understand, found herself really looking 
forward to it. The very idea of it made her feel very much grown up. 

Whispering in Wang's ear she spoke: "I know what I'll do about it. Keep an 
eye open on things out here for me, Okay, Wang. I won't be more than a 
minute," she grinned. 

She finished scrubbing the last plate and then seeing that the coast was 
clear, she headed for the ladies' room. She knew Mr. Whitty would miss her 
but she somehow just didn't care today. It was a crime, Wang told her that 
she even had to think about hiding money she earned legitimately. Before her 
brassiere had been the ideal place to hide things but since Mr. Whitty got 
her the new sexy outfit (for business, dearie) and insisted that she wear it 
all the time, there was no place for a brassiere under the tight sailor's 
blouse and her upthrust young breasts were allowed to jiggle freely beneath 
the silky material. It felt good she had to admit but it also reduced the 
number of places she could hide things. 

Once inside the bathroom and hoping Mr. Whitty wouldn't come over to start 
knocking on the door after she'd been inside for only a minute, a habit he 
had of doing every time she'd use the toilet, Kiki snapped the lock. Quickly 
she zipped down the side panel of her yellow hot pants and dragged them down 
around her dimpled knees and then sitting on the toilet with her panties 
lowered, she began fishing out all the quarters and half-dollars from the 
tight-fitting panties. She arranged these in a pile and then wrapped them 
neatly into a roll inside a paper napkin. This made an oblong roll about 
three inches long. There was but one place on her lovely body where such an 
object could be hidden and this was between her thighs so she positioned the 
money neatly between the hairy lips of her vagina, pushing the roll back in 
deep so that the bulge sticking out in front would be as unnoticeable as 
possible. This gave Kiki a tiny unexpected twinge of pleasure as the paper 
napkin rubbed against her tiny pink clitoris but because Kiki was a virgin 
and completely inexperienced sexually, she didn't associate the sensation 
with sex. 

When her precious little horde of money was safe up inside her vaginal 
canal, she pulled back up her panties and then her hot pants. Checking 
herself out in the mirror she brushed her long hair with her finger tips and 
then experimenting, she walked back and forth, once quickly, but she saw nor 
heard nothing that would give away the location of the hidden money. 

With a sigh, she washed her hands and then walked back into the restaurant. 

"You hid it okay?" Wang wanted to know. Once more Kiki had her hands in the 
sink and was washing a new supply of glasses and a few remaining plates and 
saucers. She nodded that her adventure had been a success, but what she 
didn't tell her friend, Wang, was that every time she moved now, the 
tightness of her hot pants pulled the little bundle of coins further up into 
the wet softness of her vulva, and this was sending a series of little 
sensations rippling into her stomach and they were altogether pleasant 
sensations that made her pussy feel warm and her nipples tingle, neither of 
which she fully understood. 

As she worked she thought again about the "party" with Mr. Whitty and his 
cronies. It would surely be a disaster if she failed to make a good 
impression on him and then because of what was becoming an insane sensation 
inside her pussy from the tip money. And the more she thought of actually 
being invited to a party of older people, the more truly thrilled she was. 
There might even be another girl there, Mr. Whitty had promised her. 

When she whispered she was going to the party to Wang, he became terribly 
upset. In his bad English he tried to warn her that Mr. Whitty was the kind 
of man who ate up little girls like wild jungle animals, but Kiki had no 
ears for him this evening regardless of his passionate promises. It was true 
she liked Wang but in many ways she didn't understand him at all and most of 
all, he spoke English so poorly it was also a strain to try to understand 
him in the first place. 

Glancing at the truckers' clock near the exit door, she saw it was past 
midnight and as Mr. Whitty had said, there was going to be little business 
from now on until dawn. It was going to be one of them "quiet" nights. She 
looked out into the booth area and there, way in the back near the rear door 
that led to the hotel in back of the diner, sat Mr. Whitty's two pals, Mr. 
Clive and Bull Cornwell, the boss man from the truck garage across the 
highway. Both looked happy. 

As Kiki approached the table, her breasts swinging saucily and her yellow 
tight pants exaggerating her pubic mound more erotically than ever, Bull 
Cornwell greeted her. "Well, if it isn't our new little Kiki. Welcome, 
darling," he grinned affectionately "and sit down with us. We're gonna have 
a couple to celebrate somethin' they ain't got 'round to tellin' me about 
yet," he laughed too loudly. 

At this point Dick Whitty came up. "Come on, all's taken care of. Hi, Kiki. 
Listen, we're going back in the hotel lobby. It'll be private there and 1 
don't think it's a good idea anyway for any customer to see us out front 
here having a drink with a waitress. Might give them some nasty ideas," he 
added. 

"Yeah, a bad impression," Clive offered as he raised up from his chair, 
drink in hand. Obediently Kiki followed the three men out of the restaurant, 
through a narrow corridor and then out a door and across the moonlit path to 
the hotel entrance. 

Once decided they were in Kiki's room, she felt much better. Back in the 
foster home she'd shared a waterless room with three other girls and now 
this one had everything, including a private toilet and it was all hers 
alone. 

The men made themselves comfortable on the wide bed while Dick Whitty put 
down the bottle and a bowl of ice and some ginger ale on the bureau. He 
smiled around. "We're gonna have ourselves a kind of nice little party, 
Kiki," he said and everyone raised their glass except Kiki who still didn't 
have one yet. 

Dick Whitty made and handed his waitress a drink. "Okay, Miss Kiki," he 
smiled, "let's see how you like this stuff, hey?" Kiki took it carefully and 
brought it to her lips. Unless I miss my guess, Whitty was telling himself, 
Kiki would probably get half way through her first and tumble over on her 
pretty face. Then he thought, if she went out altogether, he and his friends 
could rape her with no problem. He preferred this to taking a chance she'd 
run for the police. He smiled to himself; and if she goes for fucking and I 
don't see why she shouldn't, then I'll just give her a shot any old time and 
grab off a piece when my peter feels like it. 

He raised his glass to toast hers again and already he could see her blue 
eyes beginning to glaze. Sure, she'd probably be pretty tight up there the 
first time, but after that, the three of them, one at a time, she'd be 
perfect for him and he could give up the old bag he fucked down on the Royal 
farm any time he wanted. She was getting old and smelly anyway. 

"C'mon baby," c'mon, honey," urged Bull Cornwell. "There's lots more where 
that come from, honey. You like the stuff? Makes you feel all good and hot 
inside, right?" 

Kiki grinned foolishly at Bull. God, what a strong character he was, his 
shoulders as broad as a barn and his muscles like the strong man in the 
traveling circus. He was supposed to be the toughest wrestler in the whole 
country. 

Now her head seemed to be spinning slightly and the room seemed to have 
grown appreciably warmer than it had been a few minutes earlier. But the 
three men were chatting lively about business now and Kiki told herself to 
sit up and look interested. The older girls in the foster places had 
explained to Kiki carefully that her only job in life was go find the 
richest man she could and marry him, and this meant learning how to get 
along with men. 

With her good looks, they told her, she should have no problems finding 
handsome young men who had money. 

But as Kiki looked around she saw that these three men were all too old to 
be possible husbands and she had heard that Bull was already married. But 
she told herself, they would be good to practice on and now she had a chance 
she'd never expected so she smiled pleasantly when Bull Cornwell put his arm 
playfully around, her shoulder. And later she blushed when Clive told her an 
off-color joke and she didn't mind his fingers on her bare knee, having 
inched them up from her calf. 

Kiki took another quick sip of her drink, noting that the men had nearly 
finished theirs and she felt her head beginning to swim pleasantly. So this 
was what it was like to feel tipsy, a little drunk? No, it wasn't bad, not 
bad at all except she knew that if she had to go and tend to her tables at 
that very moment, she would probably tumble over on her face. 

It was Dick Whitty himself. "You know, Kiki, you're really a good lookin' 
little girl and real, genuine sexy," he was saying, complimenting her as 
she'd never been before. At the foster farm, the people had told her 
constantly about strange men making strange advances at young girls and it 
now vaguely occurred to Kiki's booze-dazzled brain, that this moment with 
Dick might be the beginning of an "advance", but Kiki decided to let it go a 
little further just to be sure. After all, she could hardly take a chance on 
offending the boss himself when he was trying only to be friendly. 

On her other side and still with his arm around her shoulders, Bull Cornwell 
was trying to be friendly too. His thigh was rubbing insistently against the 
softly yielding flesh of her bare leg and he seemed to be looking down the 
front of her blouse as if he had lost something down there and expected to 
see it between the sumptuously swelling mounds of her delightfully young 
bosom. 

"Say, tell me," Dick Whitty yelled out, "what do you guys think of Kiki's 
new waitress uniform. Sure gives you an idea of what she's got under it, 
don't it," he said feeling a need to keep the dragging conversation going. 

"It's the greatest," said Bull, "just the greatest, but for me, she's got it 
buttoned up too far," he grinned, nodding his head. 

Kiki took a fast drink from her glass and sputtered a little in confusion 
and looked down at her lust-inciting chest to see what Bull could be talking 
about. God, if she unbuttoned her blouse even one more button ... oh wow! 
... 

"Here, honey, lemme show you what I mean," Bull said after putting his glass 
down on the frayed rug. He reached forward and undid another button, pulling 
the lapels of the garment aside to reveal her golden tanned breasts almost 
down to her rosy nipples. Kiki gasped! Clive edged in closer and Dick Whitty 
dragged up his chair closer to the bed so that leaning forward, his hands 
were now able to explore up and down her naked legs all the way up to her 
white thighs. 

"Hey, wait... wait a minute, you guys," Kiki laughed. She started to sputter 
but the lust-maddened mechanic deftly unfastened another blouse button and 
yanked the garment open completely, freeing Kiki's two ripely young breasts 
for all to see. Acting as a team then, he and Clive each seized one wrist 
and Clive ducked his head, clamping his lips over one of Kiki's erect 
nipples and sucking it furiously as Kiki tumbled over backwards on the bed 
in an effort to escape. 

"Hey, wait for me," yelled Dick Whitty, the whisky now burning his lust. As 
far as he was concerned he didn't think his friends' timing was right; that 
Kiki didn't have enough booze in her yet to give in completely to their 
lust-driven desires, but he wasn't going to be left out anyway. Leaning 
forward, he yanked down the zipper on Kiki's hot pants and then thrust his 
hand lustfully into her tight panties, reaching for her hair-lined virginal 
pussy. 

"Shit! What the ... ?" he roared as his fingers invaded the delicate zone of 
her pussy and touched something alien to any girl's vagina. 

"What's wrong?" asked Cornwell looking up. He was busily caressing Kiki's 
tiny pink nipple and quickly stimulating it into hardness while Kiki moaned 
in a combination tone of fear and terror and pleasure. 

Her mind was whirling with the booze and the sudden violence of the three 
men assaulting her came as a severe shock to the young girl; and it now 
struck her foolishly that the discovery of the hidden money between her 
obscenely parted thighs might just be the thing that had come to save her. 

Of course, Mr. Whitty would be furious and while he gave her one of his 
customary ten-minute lectures on the virtues of honesty among waitresses, 
everybody in her bedroom would be acting normally again. Kiki was still a 
virgin and she had no real desire that night to have it raped out of her by 
three drunken men, if one was her boss. 

Unfortunately, as good as her reasoning might have been at another time, 
tonight it didn't work and Mr. Whitty yanked the rolled up money from her 
vagina and the napkin dissolved and broke up, leaving the damp coins in the 
palm of his outstretched hand. Clive, in the meantime had successfully 
wrestled her blouse down off her shoulders, and as the two men allowed her 
to sit up to face Whitty's judgment, they slipped the blouse off altogether 
and now Kiki was stark naked down to her curvy waist. Her magnificently 
rounded breasts danced licentiously in the restaurant owner's face but at 
the moment in his distress, he seemed not to notice them. 

"So, Kiki," he roared, "I've been wasting my kindness on a little thief, 
huh?" he proclaimed, throwing up his hands, pressing his fingertips to his 
brow in a theatrically effective gesture. 

"You're nothing but a little counter thief... " 

"So, then it's off to the Women's Correctional Institute, isn't it?" said 
Clive winking over at Bull Cornwell and Dick Whitty. 

"I believe at her age it's the Home for Delinquency," said Whitty. "That's a 
rough place and you're there until you're twenty one. No visitors either." 

All three men were wishing the other up. If they couldn't get Kiki with 
booze, they'd find another way. 

"Yeah, and the judge he don't sit around on cases like this. You go to jail, 
Miss Kiki, and from there, usually the next morning it's straight into the 
city in the black car and right into the cell with all the other diseased 
women. Christ, whatta life that is for a young girl!" 

"Oh, no... no. Please, please," sobbed Kiki. She was terribly mixed up and 
destroyed by all that was happening to her now and she was finding it hard 
to focus because of the massive quantity of booze now floating in her blood. 
"Oh, listen to me. Please. I'll work hard. Ill never do it again. I didn't 
really steal... but 111 never do it ... " 

"How long a sentence you think she'd come up with?" asked Clive, once more 
fondling and caressing her naked breasts. God, they were lovely tits. He 
winked at his two partners. "How much you guess, huh?" 

"Oh, takin' her age into mind," said Dick Whitty, "I'd reckon about not more 
than six years at best. One of his hands was lasciviously caressing Kiki's 
breast as he deliberately terrorized the young girl. 

"Oh, no... no... please. I'll just do anything you all say... anything," she 
sobbed; and her pleading was so pathetic, so distraught with the idea of 
going to jail, even for a night, that she was hardly aware of the fact that 
Whitty was down on his knees off his chair in front of her and was wrestling 
her hot pants down off her naked legs and then pulling her cotton panties 
down after them. This left Kiki totally naked, Whitty grasping both her 
naked ankles with grips of steel. 

"Okay, baby, you understand, don't you, that I'll give you the chance you 
need but I ain't given' it to you for nuthin' especially when I got the 
evidence right here in my hand and I got my witnesses you stole it. You 
gonna be real nice and good to all of us or else it's the jail for you, 
baby, and that's a damned promise!" 

If Kiki didn't understand Whitty then, she never would and she offered no 
resistance as Clive and Bull got up and dragged her back onto the mattress, 
the dark brown forest of her lush pussy hair completely exposed as were her 
lush breasts and pert, erect nipples. Clive pushed her knees up and Bull 
moved her again and now Kiki's white buttocks were on the edge of the 
mattress and Whitty was roughly pushing her long legs apart, lifting them up 
over his head and positioning himself cleverly between her open thighs so 
now there was no way of her protecting the sacredness of her genitals from 
whatever ravishment Whitty had in mind. 

In the meantime, Bull was obscenely sucking the turgidly swollen tip of her 
left breast, tormenting it unmercifully with his rough tongue while Clive 
poured the rest of the glass of whiskey down her throat forcing her to 
either drink or strangle and choke on the strong stuff. 

"Say, how's it look down there?" Clive called out to his pal, Whitty, who 
was now feasting his eyes on Kiki's virginal little slit and unfastening his 
trousers at the same time so he could caress his throbbing cock into the 
necessary state of erection for fucking. 

"Oh, let's say it looks pretty tight," he said, "Yeah, Clive, pretty tight 
to me," Whitty reported in a solemn voice. "I do believe a little tongue 
work might juice it up a bit, if you be known' what I mean?" he laughed and 
the others joined in. "Get her a little more in the mood, if you all know 
what I mean? Hey, you hold onto her there, Bull, she might just slip outta 
your greasy fingers." 

Kiki was horrified by the savageness of what was going on. She was trying to 
fight back with all the strength in her young body but the strength of the 
three older men was just too much for her. She guessed she would never win. 

Since the other gals in the different foster homes in which Kiki's been 'a 
prisoner' ever since she could remember, had always been talking about boys 
and men and sex, there wasn't too much she didn't know about it. .. that is, 
in theory. But most of their sex, too, was dreamy sex, in nice seaside 
hotels and mountain retreats with maids and sunshine and nothing like this 
sleazy hotel room in back of a trucker's highway diner. Nothing like having 
her clothes ripped off by three half drunk grown men and herself, too 
confused, too drunk to even know what to do about the situation except to 
wiggle and make noises that made the men think you liked what they were 
doing to you with their hands and tongues and the hard things between their 
hairy legs. 

Dick Whitty leaned forward, grinning like the devil himself as he pushed his 
thumbs into the moist pink flesh of Kiki's naked cunt and slowly drew the 
hair-covered lips of her virginal vagina wide apart. Silently his head 
dropped forward and the next thing Kiki knew, the man's hotly piercing 
tongue washed over the tiny bud of her clitoris, sending a sudden electric 
shock up her backbone to the base of her skull. She screamed out despite 
herself. "Ohooooooo Aghhhhhhhh!" 

Kiki was gasping now and the tongue continued and she'd been so totally 
unprepared for so strong a sensation in her groin. She had never thought 
much about being raped, but it had never occurred to her before that a man 
could force pleasure on a girl; but that's just what Mr. Whitty was doing to 
her and she'd been caught completely off guard! 

Now Kiki was lying still, her eyes half open, waiting and wondering as 
Whitty licked the length of her slowly awakening and widening slit and then 
suddenly stabbed powerfully with his thick tongue, burying the great length 
of it into the warmly vibrating tunnel of her virginal pussy. 

"Oh, my goodness," she cooed as fiery sparks shot up through her quivering 
stomach and Whitty pressed forward with his perverted attack on her 
excitingly wet genitals. Kiki lifted her head up from the mattress and 
looked down at mm her lovely breasts which were being sucked by Give and 
Bull, one on each side, making her tiny nipples feel as if they were about 
to explode. 

Down further, across the smooth flat plane of her belly, Kiki could see 
Whitty's gleaming eyes as his tongue speared eagerly into the moistly 
burning depths of her hopelessly violated little cunt. The feeling of 
humiliation swept over her like the waters from a flood and her head 
thrashed back and forth on the mattress in a range agony, and she wondered 
if she dare ream out for aid, or if attracting anyone's attention would only 
worsen matters. On the other hand it couldn't get much worse, she thought. 
The three men were now swarming all over her like ants, their hands and 
tongues roaming and exploring lewdly over every exposed inch of her nakedly 
defenseless body. 

Dick Whitty watched Kiki's features carefully as he tongue-lashed her 
helpless vagina, wondering if it was really possible for a girl all this 
young and this inexperienced to turn on. All they could really expect from 
her was mute submission to their obscene, brutish desires, but what a gal, 
Whitty breathed to himself, whatta gal Kiki'd be if he could get her all 
stirred up. Her tight little pussy was juicing up like crazy and her 
slippery pussy lips seemed to be teasing his probing tongue. 

Slinging Kiki's long lithe legs over his shoulders, Whitty plunged even more 
deeply into the vulnerable throbbing crevice between Kiki's thighs, his 
eager tongue beginning to wander far a field as he searched for different 
ways to excite her. Pushing Kiki's knees up in; the air so that they touched 
over her head, Whitty's face dropped even lower, his tongue lapping, 
slipping torturously out of her flaming pussy and searching down slowly to 
the puckered hole of her virginal anus. 

"Ohooooooo, yessssssss," Kiki groaned in anguish as a powerfully strange 
series of sensations roared up through her quivering middle. "Oh, but not 
there... Oh, no not there, please, I'm sooooooo." 

"Keep it up, boy," Clive encouraged, patting his friend on the top of his 
balding pate. "You're givin' it to her nice and good, bossman." He returned 
his mouth to Kiki's nipple knowing that his sucking and Bull's sucking on 
the other was all helping out as Kiki began to squirm and squirm and tremble 
on the bed, her little toes wiggling and her head with its long hair 
swinging savagely from side to side as the three men teased and tantalized 
her sensuous body. 

"C'mon, she's gonna cum ..." Encouraged, Dick Whitty stabbed ruthlessly at 
Kiki's open pussy, his tongue darting into the sensitive circle of her 
tightly clenched slit, chuckling lasciviously as he felt Kiki's imprisoned 
body jerk helplessly as she futily struggled to escape from his obscene 
embrace. But even as she tested her frail young girl's muscles against the 
combined strength of three stronger, older men, the young struggling girl 
knew that something was going desperately wrong, backwards. She was too 
innocent and too inexperienced to understand precisely what it meant, these 
funny flickering, flitting sensations as they fluttered up and down her 
spine like butterflies but her instinct did tell her that she should fight 
back against these moments of forbidden pleasure. And bravely Kiki bit her 
lips, trying to hurt herself enough to drive away the pleasure, but this 
device was not successful and what had begun as a tiny tingling spark in her 
groin now began to blaze into a bright flame, a fire which threatened to 
rage over her entire shivering body. 

"Oh, no. No, please," she begged. "Oh, yesss... no, I mean, no No!" she 
shouted as Dick Whitty savagely slavered into her wetly churning lips. "Oh, 
please, Mr. Whitty, don't you do this thing to me any more. Stop it now!" 
But Kiki's protests were in vain even if the three brutal men had been in 
any kind of mood to even want to listen to her. Like a river damn bursting 
under the pressure of spring floods, Kiki's shamelessly aroused young body 
gyrated its way into a mindless fury of sensual motion. Kiki's lovely naked 
back arched as Whitty's tongue plunged heedlessly into her pussy and the man 
no longer had to exert any pressure to keep her convulsing, jerking her legs 
open and closed as they now did, welcoming in the savage, hungry stabbing of 
his tongue and his biting teeth. Kiki's tight little virgin pussy was all 
his and he knew that she knew it, the way she squirmed back at him and 
gripped his head and scratched his cheeks as she pressured her soaking wet 
pussy into his face with all her strength, her naked buttocks riding up and 
down on the bed, slapping madly against the mattress as the two other men 
sucked wildly on her nipples and squeezed and massaged and even slapped her 
beautiful breasts. 

The swords of wanton, debauched pleasure were stabbing at Kiki from almost 
every direction now and in her rumbling stomach there was an ecstasy 
spearing upwards from her ravished loins. Now she had forgotten everything 
they had told her at any of the many foster homes about saving herself for 
some handsome, wealthy young city man who would take her away to some 
foreign country and marry her. 

There was a terrible yearning buried deep within Kiki and all she could, 
think of now was the thick wet tongue skewering tirelessly into her 
quiveringly open young cunt and the exquisite evil pleasure all three men 
were giving her quite against all the will power she possessed to want to 
escape. 

"You know somethin', you guys," said Clive, "this little gal's just dyin' to 
fuck - the way she's wigglin that cute little ass. Maybe we should be 
thinkin' of getting started afore she starts poppin' off herself, huh?" 
Clive had never witnessed a scene like this, a young naked girl wiggling as 
one man sucked her and two others did anything they wanted to her luscious 
tits, even squeezing them hard. 

"What you say, Kiki?" asked Bull, "You gonna cum for us like a nice little 
girl, huh." His sweaty face was over hers, his eyes leering, his tongue 
washing across his parched lips. "You're little pussy's really on fire, 
baby, and even Dick here can't put it out with just his tongue." 

"Oh... noooooo, please," yelled Kiki. "Oh, God, no... noooo, oh never ..." 
Kiki was drooling from the corners of her mouth as she kept rotating and 
gyrating her hips as Dick Whitty's tongue continued to ravish her gentle 
pussy and swirl deep in and out of it like some kind of a maddened cork 
screw, and the more Kiki screamed and complained as Clive and Bull caressed 
and stroked her trembling body, the more she really yearned for the "fire 
hoses" than just the tongue, although she would surely die if that was taken 
away from her right at the moment. 

Clive got to his feet and with a gesture that startled both his companions 
who couldn't believe old-fashioned Clive could act like this, even with half 
a bottle of whisky inside his belly, he whipped open his fly and out leaped 
his long, thick penis, one of the largest Dick Whitty had ever seen and, as 
far as Bull Cornwell was concerned, much longer than his own and larger 
still than he had ever thought of Clive possessing. Bull's eye caught Dick's 
and both men shook their heads solemnly, Bull rolling his eyes. 

"Hey little gal," Clive was saying drunkenly, "take yourself a good long 
look at this piece of meat, ever see anythin' like this all you born days?" 

This remark brought on cruel laughter from Bull and Dick and Kiki turned her 
head to one side, shutting her eyes tightly to avoid looking at the fearsome 
object Clive was swinging heavily back and forth in his hand. 

Of course Kiki knew what it was. She seen a male's penis before, but mostly 
in pictures but she'd never seen a "live" one like this. To Kiki, it's size 
was fantastic and unreal, as thick around as the handle of a kid's baseball 
bat and longer than she dared believe possible. 

Kiki opened one eye as the three men stretched her full length out on the 
bed and Dick Whitty climbed up on the bed and kneeled between her open 
thighs to take a second good look. He had never seen a pussy filled up with 
so much thick juice and right before his eyes he could see it twitching and 
oozing like crazy. God, she was dyin' to get fucked and she couldn't keep 
her hips still and she was moaning and whimpering all the time. 

Then Whitty kneeled up and with a little struggle and losing his balance, he 
managed to get naked. Now he was back over Kiki's squirming, waiting body, 
her legs spread wide open, her buttocks raised just an inch or so up off the 
mattress in which her ravishers knew to be the position of anticipation, as 
if her pussy lips were begging aloud for contact and penetration of a huge, 
erect penis. 

Kiki looked down at the rigidly massive object and shook her head. No, it 
was impossible that such a long thick object could be shoved all the way up 
inside her pussy... this was all some kind of wild joke. She was 
experiencing a real live nightmare here on her own bed in the little hotel 
in back of the roadside diner. 

But in her heart Kiki knew it wasn't a joke. Whitty seemed to be playing for 
real and the girl tried to close herself up as tightly as possible, 
concentrating all her energy in a desperate attempt to bar the way into her 
endangered vaginal slit. But Whitty was taking his good old time, rocking 
forward on one arm and using his free hand to guide the hardened meaty tip 
of his huge cock into the moistly palpitating furrow of the girl's helpless 
pussy. 

Kiki twitched spasmodically as she felt his tool probing its way past the 
hairy lips of her exposed vagina, but Bull and Clive continued to hold her 
tightly, their eyes bulging with obscene, perverse delight as the diner 
owner tormented the pulsating pink button of her clitoris with the scarlet 
tip of his penis, forcing an involuntary moan from Kiki's tightly pressed 
lips. Then Whitty fell forward, sighing as he suddenly felt the warm, wetly 
clasping lips of Kiki's cunt fold lovingly over his penis as if the girl's 
young body was welcoming him home at last. 

"Hell, man," he roared, "this little pussy's like melted butter. It's 
gorgeous!" he exclaimed enthusiastically. 

"C'mon, Dick," Clive complained, "I'm gonna cum in my fist if you don't git 
a move on somehow." All this while Clive had been masturbating his prick 
with one hand while he fondled and stroked Kiki's breasts, neck and 
shoulders with his other. Bull was all the time trying to inch his long, hot 
hardness between Kiki's lips or he was rubbing the wet tip of his penis over 
her hardened nipples. 

"Christ keep your shirt on, man," said Dick Whitty in no need to hurry. 
After all, he was the boss and he did come first and it wasn't quite as 
easily as he'd first hoped; he was encountering some resistance from her 
tight slit, the deeper in his thick tool penetrated. 

Kiki was moaning and groaning and writhing in agony as Whitty bore 
powerfully down on her body, putting all the strength in his ageing body in 
an attempt to skewer this delightfully young virgin. The pain was agonizing 
and Kiki was trembling and trying to arrange her helpless body in a position 
that would be less painful. But with every move, Whitty plundered farther 
and farther up into her belly, ripping away the frail tissue of her hymen in 
a series of short, blood-thirsty thrusts that carried his rock-hard flesh 
pole all the way home up her vagina to the blunt end of her tender cervix. 

Kiki was screaming now at the top of her lungs as Bull tried to shut her 
mouth with his ham-like fist. Clive was slapping her face trying to quiet 
her and was wondering if anyone eating in the restaurant could hear what was 
going on. Some of Kiki's wild screams were blood curdling, like a wounded 
tigress, but now, after Bull was holding her mouth shut, all the sounds that 
emerged were low, agonized moans and whimperings and when he'd remove the 
hand for a moment to let her breathe, deep sobs. 

"God, what a piece of ass!" Whitty exclaimed. He was jubilant now, raising 
his body on his elbows to survey the wonderful sight before his eyes, the 
tortured, writhing pig-stuck body of his waitress now brutally impaled on 
his deeply penetrating prick. 

"Well, don't just talk about it, Dick," Clive implored, "c'mon, fuck her and 
give us a shot at her. You promised us, you know." 

Kiki lay perfectly quiet while this lewd conversation passed, feeling the 
fiery pain in her badly stretched vagina subside first into a dull ache and 
then slowly begin to disappear altogether. It must be the effect of the 
whisky, she kept telling herself, wondering whether she wished she had drunk 
it or not. Kiki couldn't make up her mind because everything was quite all 
that miserable most of the time. 

Experimentally Kiki moved her buttocks to see if the pain in her deflowered 
pussy would return and Dick Whitty immediately understood this to mean she 
wanted more and he reared up and let her have a long series of short jabs 
that sent her howling in anguish and trying to escape his jabbing penis as 
it shot pain after pain into her extraordinarily sensitive vaginal passage. 
His short, violent strokes were almost killing her and Kiki screamed again 
and again and Clive's hand and Bull's hand over her mouth did little to 
muffle the loud, strident cries. 

"Oh! Ohoooo! Oh! Ohoooo! Oh! Ohoooo!" came the wild screams as Kiki found 
herself fucking back on his plummeting penis in hopes of easing the intense, 
almost exquisite pain that always came close to being pleasurable but always 
missed. Kiki had no intention of cooperating with Whitty but it eased the 
pain in her slit when she did work in rhythm with him, gyrating and rotating 
her flexible young hips and grinding and humping back and forth as the other 
two men constantly caressed, bit and chewed on her perspiration-soaked 
breasts and sensitive nipples, their hands roaming all over the secret 
sensuous hollows of Kiki's voluptuous body, as she faded in and out of a 
foggy half-alcoholic and half-sexually crazed condition, the latter striking 
her when the intense pain would suddenly go away and she'd find herself on 
the brink of what seemed to be a pounding orgasm that built up from her 
wiggling toes, similar to the nearness to orgasm she'd felt before when Dick 
Whitty had been sucking and licking her pussy so passionately. 

Now Kiki's legs were beginning to jerk uncontrollably as Whitty raged over 
her, Kiki's breath coming in short, impassioned bursts as if she'd been 
running uphill. Whitty was fucking like the veritable jack rabbit and at the 
head of the bed, Bull, tiring of waiting for his chance at the deliciously 
naked girl, was rubbing his huge penis against the softly yielding flesh of 
Kiki's right breast, flexing his hips back and forth as he tried desperately 
to shoot off his sperm over the silky smoothness of her lovely breast. Then 
in a frenzied movement, he got up on all fours and hovered over her, placing 
his throbbingly excited cock into her hairy armpit and fuck-forced it in and 
out as he squeezed his testicles with his other hand. 

Kiki's mind was not working very well at the moment and submissively, she 
accepted anything this trio decided to do to her. Well, she told herself, 
actually she had no choice but to go along with them, to wait them out and 
then see what she would do about it then. On the no-credit side she had lost 
her prized, precious virginity and there was nothing, positively nothing she 
could do about that now. 

"I'm gonna fuck the cunt in her mouth," Clive was slobbering now, saliva 
leaking from the corners of his narrow lips. "I'm gonna fuck the cunt in her 
mouth!" he repeated, kneeling up and roughly grabbing Kiki's head and 
turning it to face his groin, positioning his body alongside hers so that he 
could shove his fiercely jutting penis between Kiki's slightly parted lips. 

"Wait a minute, you asshole!" Whitty shouted, "can't you see she's about 
cummin' now. Jesus, I'm makin' her cum, don't you bastards all see that. I'm 
gonna make Kiki cum!" 

Dick Whitty's enthusiasm was boundless and he was drunk on the idea of it 
all as he felt her young body vibrating under the punishing thrusts of his 
gigantic cock-shaft now buried up to the hilt inside her trembling vagina. 
He was huffing and snorting like an enraged bull, hot steam literally 
puffing out of his engorged nostrils, his huge face flushed red with blood 
and now and then his bird-like eyes threatening to explode in their sockets 
from the extreme pressure he was exerting. 

And it seemed true that he was going to make the squirming young girl cum. 
Kiki's eyes were focused unseeing on the ceiling and short mindless 
bird-like cries were insuring insanely from her open lips. There was a 
savage animal desire which had occupied her alcohol-drugged body like a 
demon and her muscles jerked convulsively as if she were in the throes of an 
orgasmic seizure. A fine fragrant coat of shimmering moisture was covering 
her skin as the inexperienced girl raced recklessly towards a sexual climax, 
an event she had never known. This was a moment of extreme tension, of 
straining as she quivered on the brink, every muscle in her straining body 
alive and either pushing or pulling her into a cataclysmic orgasm and Dick 
Whitty knew just what he was doing as he gauged her reactions and 
force-fucked or pushed and pulled his cock in different rhythms he knew 
would result in a blinding orgasmic explosion for the young girl. And he 
could take the credit not only for stealing her virginity but for giving the 
young beautiful girl her first real orgasm. What a feather in his cap this 
would be and he had witnesses to prove it! 

Inside Kiki's tender pussy he could feel the soft, velvety tissues of her 
cuntal wall growing stronger, and seizing his cock in a death grip of 
incredible lust, clasping and unclasping frantically as she slammed her 
sleek hips up to meet his. 

Putting his knees underneath him and lifting her buttocks clear off the 
mattress, he now fucked up into Kiki with a new kind of violence, bringing 
cries and sobs of frenzied lust to her parched lips... Closer and closer and 
closer she came... until finally... finally... ... the orgasm struck like a 
storm! Kiki wailed out into the night with a moan so loud and piercing it 
startled insects into silence. A man out in the restaurant dropped his soup 
spoon! In the hotel room, the men all watched Kiki's tortured face as she 
began to ride out the full fury of the stormy orgasm not wanting to miss a 
second of this magnificent moment and none of them caring any longer how 
much noise the screaming girl made as she thrashed and flailed on the bed, 
swinging her head to and fro as if to shake it off her shoulders, her lips 
parted and her steady wail issuing forth and ricocheting off the wallpaper. 

For Dick Whitty her pleasurable moans were like medals of honor presented by 
a general and he felt the fire in his own loins flash out like lightning as 
Kiki's body seemed to rise up off the bed and cling to his own with demonic 
strength. 

"Oh Christ, man," Whitty yelled, "she's makin' me cum now. Oh, Christ in 
heaven!" he was groaning happily, feeling the interior muscles of Kiki's 
vagina clamp down on his wildly ejaculating cock with an almost unbearable 
force. 

"Oohooooooooo, Goooooooood... Oh, GOD!" he shouted as his penis spurted 
again and again into Kiki's throbbing, pulsating pussy, Kiki fucking back 
and squeezing and scratching his flesh with her fingernails until blood 
almost appeared. * * * In the long run the Fates were more or less on the 
job seeing to it that Dick Whitty did have his much hungered-for orgasm with 
Kiki. But supposedly, Fate could have paid a little more attention to the 
crying physical needs of Clive and Bull because within the pace of the next 
two minutes or so, both were to die violently but at the moment of Dick 
Whitty's exploding penis this fact was as distant from the thoughts of 
either as the moon is from the Earth. 

Suddenly a savage howl filled up Kiki's little hotel room. The door burst 
open and wooden splinters flew every which way as Wang, the Korean boy 
blasted into the room screaming like some jungle dragon with eyes flaming. 
Having heard Kiki's loud moans and having finally decided what was bringing 
them on, Wang gathered up his anger and his insane jealousy over Kiki and 
arming himself with a butcher knife from the diner's kitchen, literally flew 
across the distance between the diner and the little hotel to the rear of 
it. Minutes before, the only noise had been that of the diesel trucks flying 
by in the silent darkness, sounding a "hi, out there" with their air horns 
as they passed the lighted diner. Contrasted with this, the Korean boy's 
savage war cries can hardly be described. 

Now framed by the shattered door, the gleaming butcher knife in one hand, he 
resembled an oriental warrior on the warpath, his black flaming eyes 
sweeping the room, darting over Kiki's naked form, over the naked bodies of 
Clive, Bull and Dick Whitty. 

"Looks like your dishwasher's blown a fuse, huh?" said Clive rather 
nonchalantly. Clive was never the one to get excited easily, but he wasn't 
taking his eyes away from Wang as he stood there glaring, moving the butcher 
knife back and forth slowly. 

"Oh what the hell," Bull said and stood up and was about to reach for his 
pants when Wang leaped from the broken door almost over to the bed. He 
landed right next to the top of the bed and looked down at Kiki. The girl 
was still in the throes of her violent orgasm and she was oblivious to the 
confusion around her, but the three men were now more actively aware of some 
impending danger to their lives as they became conscious that Wang's 
presence meant some kind of business they didn't want to fully understand. 
Bull decided to ignore him and his gleaming knife and Clive just hoped, as 
Clive always did, that whatever it was, it would just go away... 

As Dick Whitty was leaning back, wiping his cream-soaked penis on the sheet, 
Wang suddenly lunged forward and even before Whitty could utter a scream or 
raise his hands to protect himself, Wang very carefully, very precisely slit 
the older man's throat. Blood gushed out and splattered everything. Whitty's 
eyes hardly moved and when they did, Clive could see that Whitty didn't 
believe he'd just got his throat cut. 

Wang screamed another jungle cry and then rearing up and standing with his 
legs spread, used two hands to drive the dripping butcher knife between 
Whitty's shoulder blades ... at which time Dick Whitty finally crumbled and 
fell forward, blood spraying from his throat and splashing all over Kiki's 
nakedness as she fought to get off the bed, becoming drenched with bright 
red blood. 

By now Kiki knew something unusual was happening and she fought to keep her 
eyes open, the alcohol now making her more and more sleepier; and when she 
finally recognized that Mr. Whitty's throat was cut and was now watching 
helplessly as her friend from the diner's kitchen, Wang, was stabbing a long 
knife in and out of Mr. Whitt's back and more and more blood was gushing, 
she cried out in protest but Wang was far from hearing anything. He was out 
to avenge Kiki and this was precisely what he was doing! 

At this moment, still unable, to believe his eyes, Clive was racing into his 
clothing and getting ready to make a mad dash for the broken door. He kept 
hoping someone would come in to help but no one came. At last he darted for 
the door and Wang leaped off his feet, flying, after him until he caught him 
in a flying tackle by the door. 

In a matter of seconds big Bull Cornwell was also dressed and numbed by what 
had just happened before his eyes - the cold blooded murder of Dick Whitty 
by the insane Korean dishwasher - so he started for the door. At this point, 
had either Clive or Bull had any presence of mind, either or both of them 
could have clobbered the small Korean into the floor, but neither did. 

Wang, gripping the knife with his right hand and using a swift right upper 
cross, sliced the blade into Clive's stomach. The man doubled over, howling 
in pain. He just couldn't believe all this, Kiki over on the bed, drenched 
in blood, Dick Whitty lying dead on the bloody sheet, his head half sawed 
off his shoulders and spouts of blood pumping out of his naked back and 
now... 

A wild second thrust of the wicked blade and this time with Wang standing on 
his toes, caught Clive right under his chin and a wide slash of flesh opened 
up as blood began to spurt. He slipped down to the rough wooden floor and 
into swift unconsciousness. 

Without wasting another second, Wang thrust the long sharp blade deep into 
Bull Cornwell's heart. He pulled it out and then thrust it in again and 
again... and soon all was silent when Bull's huge body collapsed onto the 
floor. Wang stepped back to review his handiwork. 

At this moment Kiki could hear yells and screams coming from the diner and 
she leaped out of the bloody bed. She looked around for something to put on, 
but all her clothing was soaked in blood. She could hear steps rushing 
across the gravel. She took one look around. Wang was standing in the 
corner, leaning against the broken door. His lips were parted and his eyes 
looked sad and lonely. It seemed to Kiki that he had something to say to her 
but as usual he couldn't find the right words. 

Kiki took one last look around and then, holding back an urge to vomit, 
raced through the open door and out into the soft spring evening... 

 Chapter Two 

At Kiki's young age and because of her plain inexperience with life, 
juggling its problems when they all seemed to hit the fan at once wasn't 
easy for her. But she was quick to sense that the best place for her was not 
in that hotel room with Wang's bleeding dead victims strewn all over the 
place, and him, leaning against the broken door jamb, the bloody butcher 
knife held loosely in one hand, a silly dazed grin on his face. For the 
first time Kiki noticed his mouth was missing two prominent lower front 
teeth. Now how did that ever escape her? 

Kiki was very much impressed with how much blood drenched her lithesome body 
and how it was already getting real sticky between her luscious breasts and 
even between her bare toes. Her cunt was also leaking copiously but she 
didn't begin to wonder what the combination of liquids might be. She took 
one faltering step through the door into the rear garden in back of the 
diner and then stood still as she listened. She saw the watering hose over 
behind the little shack and stark naked, the moonlight shining down on her 
lovely naked body, she padded on bare feet across the green grass, her young 
ripe breasts jiggling and swaying as were her delightfully naked buttocks. 

It was a warm evening and the cool water felt good on Kiki's body. It was 
also soothing her shattered mind along with the surface of her skin and 
especially her tender pussy lips where Dick Whitty had literally bit hard on 
them at the end. Kiki, under the water, began to think with relative clarity 
for the first time since she'd drank that first glass of whiskey. 

Wang was probably still inside killing more people, protecting her 
reputation when he should have beat it as she had done. She couldn't 
understand that boy, his affection, his sense of honor for her and his 
almost patronly-like supervision of her daily life. But she guessed all of 
that was going to be over now. If they caught hold of Wang, into jail he'd 
go, so the next best thing she ought to be thinking about she told herself 
was to look for a way out for herself - and that meant something to wear on 
her completely naked body. Suddenly Kiki thought she heard voices, and quite 
nearby; so she hugged closer to an automobile tire and listened. There were 
two different voices. 

"Joey," called out the first one, "I'm pretty sure I hear somethin' wild 
like goin' on over in that place which calls itself a hotel ..." Kiki 
guessed this voice couldn't be but three or four feet away from her. She 
glanced up. It was a panel truck and on the side was printed in large black 
letters: "MANNY'S & JOEY'S TRUCKING SERVICE - We go anywhere!" Turning her 
head slightly, Kiki could see into the side rear-view mirror and reflected 
in it were the heads of two young men both badly in need of haircuts. 

"Yeah, and if you don't get the lead out of your ass and move this rig to 
where we're supposed to be goin', we're gonna end up with our asses in some 
clink on suspicion." 

"Yeah, I know that," said Manny and Kiki instantly figured out he wasn't as 
bright as his companion who was sitting in the passenger's seat, "but shit, 
we ain't involved. We paid up, right." 

"Listen, Manny, stop asking for it and get us the fuck outta here. I hear 
them sireeeens comin' even now." 

"All right, all right," Manny grumbled as his sense of duty won out over his 
animal curiosity. 

The truck's engine turned over and soon Manny was racing it unnecessarily, 
the engine back-firing and the exhaust even shooting sparks. 

Huddled against the truck's side, Kiki was still far too shaken by all that 
had happened in the last minutes to be capable of rational thought. But at 
the mere mention of the police, Kiki shuddered and cold shivers flew from 
one end of her naked body to the other. She was shaking like a leaf. 

She had to make a decision and she did, just as the panel truck started to 
back down a little to allow room for its front to maneuver out of the lot. 
Sliding noiselessly down the side, Kiki, with one leap into blackness, swept 
through two hanging canvas curtains and landed roughly on top of some 
cartons. She was grateful that in the darkness and in her fear she'd not 
landed on broken glass. 

She was flung against one wall as the truck swung out onto the open highway 
and the two drivers, Manny and Joe, partners in the small, 
never-getting-anywhere business, settled down for the haul into town where 
they'd drop this load and pick up another for a quick return to the city. 
Once on the highway their usual routine began and this time it revolved 
around an argument over racing cars, a subject neither knew very much about. 

Kiki was crawling around silently in the back of the truck when she found an 
old "movers" blanket. It was soiled, dirty and smelly but she couldn't 
afford to be choosy at a time like this. She'd have to make do with it but 
for the moment she tried to relax as the miles between her and the bloody 
murders back at the diner increased. She rearranged some of the smaller 
cartons and soon had a comfortable place for her head and if she hunched up 
and kept the blanket tight over her body she was completely unseen by the 
occupants in the front seat who were busily yelling and shouting at each 
other anyway and were now arguing the merits of Australian wolfhounds... 

Kiki was calming herself, remembering that they had always told her in the 
foster homes that she was pretty and she would attract all kinds of men, but 
no one had ever told Kiki that she was a walking sex object and men could 
kill to have her for their very own. She thought back on the terrible way 
Whitty had assaulted her desire-provoking body, the way the others had 
chewed and nibbled on her ripely swollen breasts ... all these things would 
have to be avoided in the future because she told herself she couldn't 
possibly go through life having men stick their cocks into her anytime they 
felt like it and then having body wracking orgasms while she just lay there 
unsatisfied ... as she was now... and so desperately after the long sucking 
and fucking Dick Whitty had given her as his last act on the face of the 
earth. 

Kiki shivered as she recalled the death of the three men who had been 
debauching her helplessly vulnerable body and she decided then that what she 
wanted most was a calm peaceful life and one with no scenes like those she'd 
just had. 

Suddenly one of the men up front finished another argument and switched on 
the truck's feeble, static-ridden radio, finally finding a station to hear a 
sputtering announcer describe the fate of 25 people on a bus that fell into 
a canyon after striking a big black Cadillac fleeing a bank robbery where 
more than ten or so guards and patrons had been brutally machine-gunned to 
death in broad daylight... 

"I guess we ain't gonna hear no news 'bout what happened back at that 
diner-hotel, huh, Joey?" 

Joey snorted. "So what? Who says you gotta keep up to the minute with all 
the shit that's goin' on anyway, huh?" 

"Yeah... yeah... but I wanna hear about it, dammit. It ain't every day I git 
close by somethin' big happenin' like what must be goin' on back there, all 
that wild yellin' and screamin'..." 

Then Manny's day was saved: "In the suburban roundup of local news," the 
announcer said, "there are reports of a mass murder just the other side of 
the bridge going into the city. A knife-wielding man, described as oriental, 
ran amuck in an all-night diner killing the manager and two of his friends 
in cold blood. The police have no motives so far. A young girl, whose only 
identification is that she is totally naked, is reported to have fled the 
scene. 

"In the village of Springville, the water... " 

"Shut that fuckin' thing off," said Joey angrily. "So you heard what you 
wanted, okay, now let's get our fat asses down to business or we ain't gonna 
get this load into town on time and that means no fuckin' bonus ..." 

Slowly Manny and Joe returned to another argument and Kiki curled up and 
tried to stay calm as she started off on a new life with no clothes and the 
police chasing her, the bouncing, swaying panel truck not helping matters 
very much and the argument up in the cab at times threatening to explode in 
violence until finally, one or another would give an inch and another 
argument would mushroom from the first. 

Every time the panel truck paused for one reason or another, Kiki was ready 
to jump out, but each time she parted the heavy canvas curtains she knew 
she'd be seen and probably caught after only a brief chase. So she decided 
to stay and keep her fingers crossed and see what happened. Really, she had 
no other choice; she told herself this several times. 

At one point during another ridiculous argument between Manny and Joe, Kiki 
saw the big guy (Manny) reach inside a cardboard suitcase she guessed 
contained overnight things for himself. From their earlier conversations the 
young girl had guessed they stayed over in hotels on some all-night trips. 
Maybe there was something in the small suitcase with which she could use to 
cover her naked body. 

It was driving rain now and with both the men huddled close to the streaming 
windshield, Kiki gently tugged at the handle of the suitcase and hoisted it 
out from behind the seat. It was difficult to budge and quite by accident, 
when the panel truck swerved, Kiki exposed herself momentarily in the 
driver's rear view mirror. Manny immediately took his foot off the gas, did 
a double take, and then slotted the truck into the left-hand lane and picked 
up speed as if the panel truck were a jet readying for takeoff. 

"So what the fuck's the matter with you speedin' up like this, jerk?" 

In the rear Kiki knew. She knew the driver had seen her and had seen her 
clearly. His round eyes had popped almost out of his head and he was 
beginning to sweat profusely. 

"You ain't gonna believe me, Joey." 

"Yeah... yeah, come on, c'mon, why in the hell do we need to burn up gas 
this way, hey? Are you outta your fuckin' head?" 

"Joey," Manny said weakly, Ribbing his eyes with his fist, "there's 
somethin' I think you oughta know." 

"Yeah, like what? For God's sake, slow down, you creep, you'll blow us up!" 

Manny turned his big head sideways. "Joey, there's a naked girl in the back 
of the truck and she just stole my suitcase." 

"What!" Joey exclaimed. "Shit, I knew you were losin' your pig brains 
drinkin' all that fuckin' beer. I've told you a hundred times to lay off 
that beer when you're drivin'. Now slow the hell down ..." 

Slowly, tentatively, like looking into a darkened room through a thin crack 
in the curtains, Joey saw her. A sharp low whistle escaped through the 
spaces in his front teeth. 

"I'll betcha she's the one from the diner... like the radio announcer said 
... all naked like and young and ..." mumbled Joey under his breath as he 
stared at Kiki who was cringing between two tall cartons. 

"She couldn't have gotten on any other place, Joey." 

"Yeah, that's right. This is her." Then the thought struck him. Could she 
also be a maniacal killer? A shiver ran up Joey's spine. 

"Slow down," he told Manny. Then he pulled out his switch blade knife, 
flicked it open and held it in his lap. "You the gal from the diner back 
there, the murders?" 

"Yeah." 

"You got any knives or guns or things?" Manny asked over his burly shoulder. 
He was really sweating now. 

"No... no... nothing," Kiki mumbled. She was as frightened of them as they 
were of her, she could tell after a few seconds passed. 

"So you ain't got no knives, no guns?" 

"No... like I told you. Nothing." 

"Then c'mon on up here with us," said Joey, "and you better start 
explainin'." 

"I don't want to cause no trouble," said Kiki. 

She was badly frightened now and shivering. "I just wanted to borrow 
something to put on. I ain't got no clothes." 

Joey pushed and held the curtain aside, his eyes opening wide with 
astonishment as he watched the delectably voluptuous young girl come 
modestly towards them, one hand desperately frying to cover the tantalizing 
dark triangle of her pussy while the other fluttered nervously back and 
forth between her ripely succulent breasts as if they could not decide which 
of her two firm little nipples deserved the most protection. As she 
approached the two seats up in the truck's cab, Joey reached out and, 
seizing the helpless girl, pulled her over and down into the front seat. 

"So, look at what we found for a stowaway, huh, Manny! You're some sweet 
little dish, kid, all naked like this." He laughed. "Shit, we ain't been 
hijacked by a naked gal in days, huh, Manny." He thought it was a good joke 
and he roared with laughter. 

To Kiki, the two men didn't look all that bad or tough, but there was 
nothing sissy about them either and they were taking their fun where they 
found it and the unexpected appearance of a helplessly naked young girl 
inside their own truck couldn't have anything but a rousing effect upon 
them. 

"So, so what should we be doin' with her, huh, Manny?" 

"Jeesus, I dunno, Joey," said Manny, "what with the cops and all lookin' for 
her, maybe we oughta ..." 

"Yeah, sure! Turn her in, huh, you creep? Over my dead body," he roared and 
clutched Kiki closer, not at all surprised to notice she didn't resist as 
he'd thought she would, even watching his hands as they slowly fondled her 
sensuous young breasts and feeling, against her knee, his cock slowly 
hardening as it lay rigidly alongside his thigh. 

"Oh, no, please. I can explain," said Kiki, "don't turn me over to the 
police. None of what happened was my fault, nothin'," she whimpered. 

"Then you better be doin' what we tell you to do, honey," said Joey and not 
that unkindly, giving Kiki the impression the two men would take care of her 
and this was comforting to Kiki and she felt her deep seated fears growing 
lighter. She was trying hard to think as she felt Joey's muscular fingers 
caressing and fondling her thighs, her breasts and up and down her back from 
her ankles to her neck. 

Kiki was totally under the power of these two truckers and she needed their 
cooperation if she expected to get something to wear and some money to 
operate with when they were finished with her... which she knew they would 
be... sooner or later. 

Apparently men were mostly all the same and they were always going to want 
sex from her. And particularly when she'd popped up right out of nowhere, 
stark naked. She knew she had no choice and she also knew that she'd better 
make the most out of what she did have. 

But she found it growing increasingly difficult to concentrate on what to 
do. Beneath her, Kiki could feel Joey's long pulsating cock hardening into 
lascivious rigidity, and she realized that conscience or no conscience, she 
was going to get fucked by this man right here in the middle of the front 
seat of the speeding truck and the best she could hope for was that the fat 
driver would keep his mind on driving and not crash them all into another 
car or a tree. 

Joey's hands were exploring her all over now and she twitched uncomfortably 
as his eager fingers deftly invaded the sensitive region of her foaming 
genitals. For a long time his fingers probed, grinning at her like the devil 
as his lewdly invading fingertips caressed the softly quivering petals of 
her luscious vagina. Then, chuckling under his breath with perverted joy, 
Joey's hand plunged even further between her outstretched legs and a 
fingertip brushed obscenely across the tiny puckered hole of her virginal 
anus. 

"It's gonna be a real tight fit down here," Joey said under his breath, 
kissing and caressing Kiki's naked shoulders and breasts, biting and sucking 
on her taut nipples and fingerfucking her tight little pussy as she began to 
moan and groan and hump her curvy hips back and forth as different 
sensations began to roam all over her nakedness. 

"That's how I like it," he went on, "a real nice tight asshole. You ain't 
never had it up the ass yet, have you baby?" Joey said, clutching her 
trembling body closer. 

Suddenly the girl's body went rigid with shock and fear. What on earth was 
he talking about? Maybe wild animals did such awful things, but people. 
Impossible! Disgusting! 

"C'mon, Joey, you makin' it hot for me? Do somethin', jest don't talk it 
up." He looked around nervously as traffic on the thruway began to slow 
down. "We gonna get caught up tight in downtown traffic before long and that 
ain't gonna be no fun for me fuckin' her with all these creeps lookin' down 
in the damn windows ..." 

"Okay... okay," said Joey, "We'll forget about that sweet little asshole for 
a while," he said. "Right now I'd like a little action out of that gorgeous 
mouth, honey. Whatsa matter? I thought you Chinee-looking girls went in big 
for that shit. Ain't it so?" 

Kiki didn't answer and suddenly she found herself being pushed down onto the 
floor of the cab as Joey forced her into a kneeling position between his 
outstretched legs. Kiki was too stunned by what was happening to her to 
think clearly, but in the back of her mind she recalled one of the men back 
in her hotel room boasting how he was going to have her suck his penis but 
now he was dead... just like that, and it wasn't more than over an hour ago. 
Wasn't life funny. She wondered what was happening to poor Wang, the Korean 
boy, now a mass murderer, and all because of her. She shook herself. God 
there were a billion things they never taught her on foster farms. 

Joey's pants were open now and every time the truck passed under one of the 
street lights along the highway, a sudden flood of bright light invaded the 
cab giving Kiki a glimpse of Joey's monstrous penis. It was even bigger than 
Dick Whitty's had been, protruding obscenely from his trousers like the 
massive trunk of a young tree and Kiki watched with plain horror as he 
adjusted his clothes to expose two huge sperm-bloated balls. 

"No, it's impossible!" she told herself. "Impossible!" An agony of 
humiliation swept over her. But no! No, it couldn't be "impossible" she told 
herself, not if she wanted to get out of this alive; and that's what Kiki 
wanted. And she began rationalizing as the truck sped onwards; the man 
hugging and caressing and kissing her wasn't all that rough and his 
half-naked body smelled clean, the strong odor of maleness not at all 
unpleasant and strangely enough, in an erotic way, the scent was almost 
tantalizing and arousing. Timidly Kiki curled her small fingers around the 
shaft of his massive cock, hearing Joey grunt with pleasure at the soft 
touch of her hands on his smooth flesh. 

"That's a gal, c'mon, honey, let's suck it off, huh?" he commanded as Kiki 
suddenly realized that there was now no point of return or it would be 
stupid to postpone the inevitable. Sucking him off had to be done. Kiki was 
not sure precisely how to go about doing this but she had surely learned 
enough about Joey's personality in the past few minutes to guess that he 
would tell her if she didn't do something correctly. 

Taking a deep breath, Kiki touched the softly yielding moistness of her ruby 
lips to the pulsating rigidity of his penis. The taste was pungent and 
slightly salty. Experimentally, Kiki kissed the bulging red glans, guessing 
that it was proper to start slowly and work up gradually to the moment when 
she accepted his hardened manhood into the warmth of her open mouth. 

Joey's legs began to flex slowly back and forth, and the inexperienced girl 
interpreted this as an encouraging sign. At least he had not hit her yet. 
Now bolder, she washed his thickened cock with her long wet tongue, teasing 
him lingeringly. 

"Oh, baby... that's it, honey," Joey said, congratulating Kiki. "We'll make 
a fine cocksucker out of you, just wait, honey, baby," he added, gyrating 
his hips and holding her flushed cheeks and peering into her eyes as his 
huge cock filled up her oral cavity. 

Knowing that she was going to hate herself for it later, Kiki caressed the 
man's bulging testicles, feeling his two enormous cum-filled balls and 
realizing that her job was to suck that semen out of his body into hers. 
Joey's cock jerked spasmodically as Kiki took him into her mouth, closing 
her lips gently over the pulsating scarlet glans until it disappeared from 
view inside her hungry mouth. Now that she had thrown herself into the 
vilely perverted act, it seemed to be easier, and she felt her naked young 
body trembling wildly as some of Joey's powerful lust communicated itself to 
her. 

"My God, I believe I'm enjoying this!" she exclaimed under her breath. A 
sudden panic struck her. What kind of a woman was she? Was she a whore? 
After all, nothing but a cock-sucking whore? As she sucked she couldn't 
believe it! She was enjoying it! 

"Keep suckin'... just keep suckin' my cock," said Joey, changing his 
position slightly. Kiki responded actively to this new command and to the 
change of his hands from her face down to clasping and massaging, pinching 
and caressing her perspiring breasts as she quivered passionately. Kiki 
opened her lips wider and sucked his bludgeoning rod further and deeper down 
into the depths of her throat. At first she almost gagged, as his meaty 
glans tickled her tonsils, but with a moment's practice, she quickly caught 
on and learned just how to breathe through her flared nostrils when the 
cock-staff was buried deeply down her throat. God, what a wild sensation! 

" M m m mmmmmmm, ohoooooooooo hmrnrnmmrnrnrnmrn," Kiki moaned in masochistic 
pleasure, realizing from Joey's sharp reactions that she had mastered the 
art of cocksucking and was now really giving him hot pleasure with her 
sweeping, spiraling tongue and hot, saliva-filled sucking mouth. 

Joey's straining rod of flesh was getting hotter by the moment now and Kiki 
found it necessary to keep swallowing continuously because of the fluid 
seeping from his penis eye. Instinctively, Kiki knew Joey was close to his 
explosion, close to that awful wonderful moment when he would shoot his hot 
load of sticky cum down into her deep throat and the thought of this 
repelled her... but at the same time, as she continued to suck him and play 
with his heavy, hairy balls, she realized that sucking him off and his 
shooting into her mouth was a foregone conclusion, nothing more. It was just 
logical, as Wang was always teaching her, and logic was the way things would 
be regardless of what you did about them. Kiki also wondered how logical the 
police would be when they caught up with Wang's logic. He had a lot of it. 

And now knowing it and realizing it, sensing the inevitability of it all, 
Kiki actually found herself looking forward to the orgiastic moment and she 
was sweating now trying to make it happen sooner, working her hot pussy up 
and down vigorously on two of his fingers as she sucked and slurped on his 
throbbing cock. 

Yes, Joey was burning up by now, really on fire, jerking his hips 
convulsively back and forth as he drove his inflated penis in and out of her 
cruelly stretched mouth while Kiki sucked him off like a madwoman. 

And then, finally... Kiki got her reward! The truck driver's cock seemed to 
grow another inch or two, swelling up to unbelievable proportions as the man 
seized her head in a death-like grip. 

Joey was fucking into Kiki's mouth savagely now, skewering into her 
exhausted mouth as if it were merely another pussy, and noises and sounds of 
.submissively masochistic acceptance rumbled deep in Kiki's throat as the 
waves of warm sperm began to spurt furiously from his ejaculating glans, 
spewing obscenely deep into the back of her throat. 

Joey was in her so far now that she had the choice of swallowing his hot 
sticky cum or choking on it, and somehow she managed to get it all down, her 
Adam's apple bouncing frantically as she drank the lust-inciting liquid from 
his surging balls. 

Convulsively, insanely, Kiki gulped as the cum seemed to spray eternally 
into the back of her throat, and as she milked him dry, Kiki felt her body 
trembling with the savage lust he had inadvertently aroused within her 
quivering frame. The hot taste of cum was like an aphrodisiac and as Joey's 
cock slowly wilted, Kiki found herself hoping desperately and irrationally 
that the other man called Manny would take her quickly into the back of the 
panel truck and make wild hot sexy love to her the normal, regular way. God, 
how badly she needed it. Her pussy was on fire and her breasts seemed ready 
to burst from passion as she swirled Joey's softening penis and laved it 
tenderly with her tongue and lips, kissing it passionately and licking up 
and down the shaft before she'd suck it back into her hot, wet mouth. Oh, 
God was she hot for a fuck! She couldn't believe she could feel this way. 
She was trembling with a kind of nervousness she'd never known. 

"Holy Christ," Joey exclaimed, "that was worth a whole million bucks. 
Jeeeeeesus!" He was grinning from ear to ear as he withdrew his glistening 
wilted cock from Kiki's ravaged mouth and then pulled her up onto his lap so 
that he could continue fondling her deliciously sweaty body while he talked 
to Manny. 

"So yeah," said Manny, "and when do I get what's comin' to me? See, like I 
tole ya, we're in town now. No way I'm gonna get blown on this highway. 
C'mon, Joey, shift over here and do some drivin' while I get me some 
cocksuckin', huh?" 

"Naw, you jus' stay still," said Joey. "This kid can reach a cock from any 
angle, can't you kid?" he grinned. 

All of a sudden, Kiki found herself stretched out on her stomach between the 
two truckers, her loins resting on Joey's hairy legs and Kiki's flushed face 
thrust into Manny's groin. Manny was all ready for her, his slender cock 
jutting out of his fly and waving at her. 

Kiki sighed and resigned herself to the inevitable and went immediately to 
work, closing her mouth lasciviously over Manny's penis. After her frolic 
with Joey, she was in perfect form and confident of herself and she quickly 
brought Manny to the brink of a tremendous orgasm, manipulating his heavy 
balls with her fingers while she sucked on his cock expertly with her 
talented lips and mouth.' 

Meanwhile, Joe was feeling frisky all over again and Kiki was groaning and 
writhing gently as he twisted and played with the softly yielding spheres of 
her ivory bottom cheeks so deliciously offered up to him like some pagan 
sacrifice. Kiki might have been ready to enjoy even this humiliating 
indignity had the big trucker played with just the convulsing lips of her 
pussy, but perversely he seemed to prefer toying with the tiny but tightly 
elastic opening of her virginal anus. 

Manny had his orgasm in record time, nearly involving the truck in a head-on 
crash as he collapsed groaning over the steering wheel and Kiki 
automatically gulped a strong shot of cum that surged from his cock into her 
mouth. Even in her limited experience with men Kiki was beginning to realize 
that Manny wasn't the most experienced of all. She hoped not; Joey's cumming 
into her throat was quite different. Now Manny's wilted cock rested limply 
in Kiki's exhausted mouth and Joey was working with one thing in mind, and 
that was the sudden insertion of the blunt tip of his sharp index finger 
right up into the tempting little orifice of her rectum. 

"Aaaaaaaaggggghhhhhh!" she groaned, her voice muffled by the presence of 
Manny's flaccid cock still dangling in her mouth. 

"Joey, tell me what the fuck you doin' to her!" Manny demanded and by his 
tone Kiki could tell how disappointed he's been that his sexual pleasure had 
been so brief while his companion had enjoyed himself fantastically. 

"You know somethin', Manny," said Joey softly, "I got my finger up the 
sweetest little asshole you ever saw," he reported, his voice positively 
rumbling with unnaturally perverted lust, and Kiki felt yet another shock 
run through her entire body when she felt his cock was hard again and 
stiffening. She couldn't get over how fast it was growing back to fucking 
size. 

"Christ, Joey," Manny moaned, "look now. We're on the 'no cut off and that 
means we're goin' to swing right downtown to the tunnel. How are we gonna 
get a chance to fuck her, huh? You tell me," he said, keen disappointment in 
his voice. 

"Okay ... okay, Manny. Okay! Look, I'll take her first. We'll crawl over 
into the back, and you stay in the second lane, it's not so fast... 
understand?" 

"Yeah," said Manny, "and then when you get your balls off, I get a chance at 
her, right, Joey?" 

"Yeah... yeah, Manny. You like it best that way, anyway. I get the bitch in 
heat for you and you spin her off, right?" 

"Oh, yeah... yeah, Joey. That's right," Manny drooled as he slowed down so 
his buddy could climb over the seat and make some space on the floor of the 
panel truck using the "movers" blanket and an old pillow he found. 

"What... what... what are you going to do with me?" Kiki mumbled as Joey 
dragged her naked body over the back of the seat. She began to shake with a 
new fear because of the way Manny was behaving. He was making funny 
animal-like noises and funny faces as he kept rubbing his penis in 
anticipation of what, God only knew. 

"Baby," said Joey, "don't worry none. Just relax like the sweet little cunt 
you are. I'm gonna give you your first lesson in ass-fucking, honey. That's 
what!" Joey told Kiki this succinctly, stroking his huge organ obscenely lo 
keep his erection hard and firm. Kiki took one quick look at his bulbous 
oversized cock and she knew with the savage instinct of a cornered jungle 
animal, that she was going to have to fight back or this monster would rip 
her bottom to pieces trying to force that monstrous cock up into her 
virginal anal passage. God, it had agonized her enough when he put only his 
finger up into her ass, and just one look at his penis, and she knew that 
fully extended it must be at least ten-twelve times longer and much thicker. 

Catching on that Kiki was prepared to resist. 

Joey charged her, hoping to overpower Kiki with a massive display of force. 
But this was not a wise decision, not at that very moment. 

Up front, Manny had a sudden decision to make and this involved swerving 
sharply to avoid hitting a slow-moving truck, two young punks passing a 
joint back and forth between them sleepily. 

As the panel truck suddenly lurched, Joey, with his pants down, suddenly 
slid off Kiki's slippery, sweaty body. Aware of instant danger he grabbed 
for one end of the tailgate to block the impetus of his body toward the 
rear. Then just as he shifted his balance, he slipped again and at the same 
time Manny, up front, jammed on the brakes and then gunned the engine to top 
speed and swerved in and around in back of the slow moving vehicle with the 
marijuana teenagers. That did it! Manny lost control for a second and the 
panel truck ran over a shoulder-pot hole and for an entire minute the whole 
panel truck seemed to leap off the highway up into the air; and then as 
suddenly, it plopped down again, but this time without Joey. 

His struggling body had been thrown clear over Kiki's and right through the 
heavy canvas curtains at the tailgate. 

Up front Manny laughed. "Sorry about that, folks won't bounce you up no more 
like that, I promise," he said, still laughing as he visualized Joey trying 
to keep his pecker inside Kiki as the panel truck was swerving dangerously 
from one side to the other. 

Kiki said nothing. She crouched in the comer and still couldn't believe what 
had happened. And it all happened so swiftly it was like in some movie. The 
moment Joey's body was flung out of the rear, right over her head, it was 
free and slithered and roiled toward the curb but at that instant another 
car suddenly swept into the lane and although Kiki knew Joey saw it, there 
was nothing he could do about it and it struck him broadside hurling his 
body at least five feet up in the air. Just as it was coming down, he was 
struck again by another onrushing truck, and that did it for Joey. Kiki 
stared wide-eyed as his blood-drenched body, now almost headless rolled 
speedily into the on-coming lane and after several cars passed over Joey, 
there was little left and Kiki buried her head in her arms. 

About five minutes later, the panel truck turned off the tunnel ramp and 
found the uptown thru street. At the corner of 12th and the highway, Manny 
paused. He talked over his shoulder, "Well, gang, we made it and 1 hope 
you're both okay." He giggled as he waited for the traffic signal to change 
from red. 

"Yeah, hey, Joey, she must be a real hot piece of ass, you ain't said a word 
since ..." Manny started up and as he eased around the corner slowly, 
waiting to slide into the northbound traffic, Kiki deftly slipped over the 
tailgate. She landed on her feet and carrying the small overnight suitcase, 
she ran like a gazelle into a nearby alley. Before ducking into a dimly 
lighted doorway, she saw two signs. One read "Employees Only" and the other, 
"Metropolitan Restaurant & Hotel." 

 Chapter Three 

Kiki's expansive sigh of relief once she was safely off the busy street 
could have been heard a block away. The last she saw, before turning and 
diving down the black alley, was the tailgate light of the moving truck as 
it leaped from the curb and back into a slowly gathering stream of dense 
northbound traffic. Manny was going to be in for the shock of his life. 

Kiki huddled momentarily in the darkness until she finally got her bearings. 
Doubtless she was near a large kitchen for she could smell different degrees 
of heat cooking different things and being in a kitchen wasn't unfamiliar. 
It had to be a big place she thought to herself as she took a chance and 
poked her head out a bit. She could hear a cook shouting and the clang and 
clash of dishes and silver and many other strident noises associated with 
busy kitchens. 

Frantically searching now for a better place to hide she gingerly stepped 
out of her hiding place and right onto the toes of an old waiter. 

"Honey," he said kindly, his eyes hardly noticing any particular attributes 
of her classical nudity, "even if you're gonna' be temporary, the boss gonna 
want you with clothes on. You can't go out like that, honey. The uniform 
door just down there two more, see, the yellow light?" 

Kiki thanked him and in moments ducked safely into the door with the naked 
yellow light bulb hanging over it. Kiki was shivering with fright, Manny's 
little suitcase only half covering her inviting little pussy and one of his 
handkerchiefs protecting her bouncing breasts. She passed through the door 
and in here she found several different maids' or waitresses' uniforms but 
they were all entirely too large for her. Then she spotted a waiter's 
uniform complete with a blouse and after trying this on, decided it would 
have to do to make her final escape with. The waiter's peaked cap fit nicely 
too and she was able to smooth her long hair up under it and completely out 
of sight. When she put on the blouse and buttoned it, one never would have 
known she had such ripely full breasts. Now they were compressed tightly 
against her chest. 

Sure now that she could make it, she opened the door carefully and glancing 
down at the end of the dimly lit corridor, she spotted a door. This led to a 
stairwell and she climbed up one flight and came out into another corridor 
but this one was obviously on a floor that catered to hotel guests and not 
down behind the scenes in the bowels of the busy hotel. She turned the 
handle of the door and it opened slowly. She leaped back when she heard a 
woman's voice. 

"Oh, yeah, honey, that's good, hmmmmmmm, soooooo good, honey... don't stop 
..." This feminine voice floated in from another room and Kiki realized she 
had another problem, by now she knew she was in the back part of the hotel 
and she wanted to get up near the front to make her escape. She took a quick 
glimpse around the corner and there she saw a man and a woman, both were 
totally naked and fucking wildly on the messed-up bed. Kiki stared anxiously 
as the man reached a violent orgasm and then the woman collapsed in his 
hairy arms. 

"Gosh," squealed the woman, mushing and kissing the man's neck and shoulders 
wildly, "if my husband ever found out I was screwing you, darling," she 
gasped, "he'd kill me... and then what would your poor wife do?" 

Kiki didn't stay around long enough to hear the answer because she'd slipped 
into the bathroom and once more checked out her disguise. It was perfect 
except for her large breasts. She wished she had a tight brassiere but there 
was none. Using the lady's brush, Kiki fixed her hair perfectly under the 
waiter's peaked cap and it was damned hard to tell, she decided, whether she 
was a boy or a girl. Only on close examination could the distinction be 
made. 

Slipping into a pair of Manny's Sunday shoes, which curiously fit her little 
feet perfectly, Kiki decided she was ready to face the world and accept 
whatever it offered her. She had not the slightest idea where she was going 
or how she was going to make out. She needed some good luck and as she stood 
pensively, one hand on the bathroom door knob and the other on her hip, she 
remembered another foster home saying that luck came to those people who 
went searching for it; so here she was, she smiled to herself, as she pried 
open the door and then ducked out into the quiet corridor. She found the 
staircase leading down to the lobby and was just about to cross through the 
exit leading to the street when a voice stopped her. 

"You! Hey you! You the kid they sent over from the waiter's temporary 
agency? Christ, they had to dig down to the bottom of the barrel to find 
something as young as you, eh?" 

Kiki was truly frightened. She tried to lower her voice to speak but 
succeeded in only squeaking. "Christ, your voice hasn't even changed yet, 
has it?" said the man in disgust. "If you ask me, I think the whole world's 
comin' apart," was the man's final remark. Then he grabbed Kiki by the arm 
and pulled his new "waiter" behind the front desk. "You sure took your 
damned time in reporting for work, didn't you? Well, if you're gonna stay on 
with us here, you're gonna have to change your ways, understand?" 

"I'm sorry," said Kiki and this time her voice sounded very much more 
masculine and more sure of itself. Kiki smiled inwardly: She was sure she 
could make her escape now. She looked up at her boss. He really believed she 
was a boy and a waiter also. Kiki thought if she could fool him, she could 
fool anybody. 

Serge Romanofski at this time of his life had a lot going for him. He had 
inherited his handsome but definitely effeminate good looks from his Russian 
ancestors from whom he'd also inherited a taste for the elegant restaurant 
and holstery business. But Serge was a know-it-all, pompous and could be a 
slave-driver from time to time. He ran the Metropolitan Restaurant-Hotel 
with the precision of an expensive watch and when he telephoned an uptown 
waiter's employment agency for extra weekend help he expected the waiter to 
be on time. Punctuality was Mr. Romanofski's middle name. 

But in this case Serge felt no need to be too severe as he let his 
experienced eyes roam over Kiki. The truth was that he had a tiny, yes, a 
small but persistent weakness for pretty boys just like this new waiter, and 
he was a very pretty boy indeed. Serge placed a fatherly hand on Kiki's 
shoulder, noticing how soft and sensitive this young boy's face was. He had 
not even started shaving yet and his voice was still very feminine. 
Certainly, Serge was thinking to himself, a boy like this would surely 
respond to the attentions of an older and more sophisticated man like 
himself! 

"And so what's your name m'lad?" He gave Kiki a friendly little wink and 
then raised his bushy eyebrows quizzically. 

"Me? Oh, my name's... it's John, sir. John," Kiki replied, rounding her 
shoulders in the hope this would reduce the size of her prominent breasts, 
although they were as tightly compressed as she could get them under the 
waiter's tight blouse and were still as ripe and succulent as nature 
fashioned them. 

"Good. That's fine, John. Now," he paused, "we'll get you fixed up with a 
place to sleep and tomorrow I'll explain your station to you. It's a little 
different than the other restaurant stations so it'll take some explaining, 
John." 

Serge went on, now and then his arm on "John's" shoulder ever so casually 
and friendly, about the hotel and the different conventions it had from time 
to time. "There's lots of good work and very good pay for a boy who wants to 
work, and you'll have a nice room, too; in fact," he glowed, "it's next to 
mine... and if there's anything you'll need, you know, well, John, don't 
hesitate. Just knock." 

The room the manager sent Kiki up to was small and on the top floor but for 
Kiki it was heaven itself and she couldn't get over her good luck so far, a 
place to live and no chance of any police chasing her and no way for Wang to 
find out where she was. Oh, how sorry she continued to feel for Wang 
defending her with his very life, the way he did. She knew she would have to 
try very hard to forget him and the part she played so briefly in her life. 

Kiki sat down on the bed. Now with some money coming in she could take her 
time and figure out what to do next. And by now she was completely exhausted 
from the wild events of the day beginning with work early that morning and 
then the drinks with Mr. Whitty and then... oh, Golly, could all of that 
really have happened? It all seemed outrageously impossible! She glanced out 
the window and spotted a clock down on the street. It was almost three in 
the morning now and just as soon as she climbed out of the waiter's uniform 
and washed, she fell into a deep and peaceful sleep. 

The next morning "John" woke up feeling completely refreshed. As she was 
dressing, a knock sounded on the door and she was astonished to find a Room 
Service waiter with a cup of coffee and a seeded roll. "Courtesy of Mr. 
Romanofski!" smiled the waiter, one as equally young and girlish looking as 
Kiki. Although Kiki said nothing, she made a mental note of this fact. When 
she had finished her breakfast, she took the tray and descended in the 
elevator to look for Mr. Romanofski. 

"We don't have the time to train you correctly because we're so busy," he 
said, "so what you'll do for the moment, is, you know, fill in, help out, 
give a hand here and there," he said softly, now and then touching Kiki 
wherever he found a chance. "So for starters today, you'll work with Room 
Service... and that way you'll begin to get some idea how I run this place." 

For the next several hours, Kiki stood by the Room Service phones and took 
messages, had extra coffee and towels and different items sent up to the 
rooms whatever a guest might need on the spur of the moment. In just about 
every case, Kiki was tipped a quarter or thirty-five cents and even half a 
dollar sometimes. And more than once she had to fight back the temptation to 
thrust the tips into her panties the way she'd done back at the diner. But 
she didn't have to share these tips and more than once she thought about 
poor Wang and his philosophy of sharing tips. They were all hers plus the 
salary she would receive and, on top of this, she paid nothing for room and 
food. She had it made, she told herself more than once; and on top of 
everything else, she had one day a week off. And being in the city and not 
out on the lonely highway was an added bonus. God, her luck had changed 
dramatically with Wang murdering all those people. 

As the hours passed and she began to work and fit in smoothly, the others on 
the job liking her, Kiki realized that among the first things she needed to 
buy was a brassiere. Her ripe sensuous breasts swayed alarmingly beneath the 
waiter's jacket every time she moved quickly and if ever she should be asked 
to take off the jacket or if maybe she or someone else spilled something on 
it, then her goose was cooked! 

Kiki was worrying about this specially when a call came down to the Service 
telephone from a. Mrs. Rankin in room nine nine zero. The lady needed some 
aspirin and she was in a dreadful hurry. She had a violent stomach ache. 

Serge overheard Kiki taking the call. 

"Oh, God," he said, "take good care of Mrs. Rankin. You've got to be 
extremely polite to her. She's here every year with that damned convention 
of hers, but it's well worth it. We charge the hell out of her for 
everything but she never says nothing and pays up." 

Since there was no other messenger free, Kiki herself took up the aspirin to 
Mrs. Rankin's suite on the ninth floor. She announced herself in a deep 
voice and was told to come on in. Mrs. Rankin, a rather large but not 
unattractive auburn-haired woman, was lying on the bed with the covers 
thrown off and only a thin sheet covering her apparently naked body. Kiki's 
eyes widened at the size of her luscious breasts with the large half-dollar 
sized nipples and her long, finely tapered thighs partially visible. 

"Oh, yes. Thank you so much, my boy. I've the most painful stomach ache. 
Would you get me a glass of water?" she asked, taking the packet of aspirin. 

Kiki came back from the bathroom with a glass of water which she handed to 
the ailing guest who, to Kiki, didn't seem to be all that sick. In fact, she 
looked more bored than anything else. 

Kiki was just about to leave, deciding that guests as important as Mrs. 
Rankin didn't bother with leaving tips when the woman called out to her. 

"Oh, wait, please. Say," she said, raising up, "you're new here, aren't 
you?" She shifted her position in bed carelessly again and this time one 
large succulent breast nearly popped totally into view. 

"Why yes. I am," said Kiki, lowering her voice again. She had to constantly 
remind herself not to speak normally. She retraced her steps back to Mrs. 
Rankin's bed. "I just started to work today." 

"Well, you're a very handsome young man. I will speak to the manager, whom I 
know well, and mention how efficient you are." 

Kiki flushed. "Well, thank you... thank you, ma'am." she stood first on one 
foot and then the other not knowing quite what she should do now. 

"Sit on the edge of the bed will you, young man. Yes, that's right." She 
smiled. "Now if you want to earn yourself a very nice tip, m'lad, you can 
rub my stomach ache away. You know, you have no idea how I'm suffering," she 
said. With a dramatic, theatrical gesture she tossed back her long auburn 
hair and it cascaded now over her bare, milky white shoulders. 

Kiki recalled that Serge told her to do anything she could to please Mrs. 
Rankin, so why not a belly rub? Perching nervously on the edge of the bed, 
Kiki laid her hand on Mrs. Rankin's smooth stomach. 

"Oh, that feels so much better already," she sighed contentedly as the 
waiter began to rub his hand in ever-widening and then diminishing circles 
down to the puckered belly button and further beneath it. 

"You can do it harder ... oh yes ... if you want. Oh, this feels so good. It 
does. You're making me feel wonderful." 

"It's probably the aspirin, Ma'am." 

"Oh... hmmmmmmmm, so good." Mrs. Rankin began to twist and roll gently on 
her naked buttocks, the sheet climbing up higher and higher as Kiki 
continued to rub in circles and massage the loose flesh on either side of 
her prominent thigh bones. "You should give massages professionally, my dear 
boy," said Mrs. Rankin. "You're really very... very... good. Yes. A little 
lower... more... yes. That's it." 

Obediently Kiki kept lowering the position of her massaging hand, rubbing 
the softly yielding flesh between Mrs. Rankin's hips - despite the obvious 
fact that this area was no longer, strictly speaking, the stomach. Mrs. 
Rankin groaned with unmistakable pleasure and then with pure animal 
happiness and then gently, her eyes fluttering, took hold of Kiki's hand in 
hers and gradually inched it even further down so that the palm of Kiki's 
hand was now resting indecently on the downy hair-covered mound of Mrs. 
Rankin's pussy. As the older woman moved, one of her .breasts accidentally 
became completely uncovered and a hard erected nipple appeared. Kiki looked 
away discreetly, whistling under her breath as she continued to massage away 
and becoming more and more aware with every passing moment that Mrs. 
Rankin's stomach ache was gradually changing into a series of passionate 
sexual convulsions and her fleshy hips began to writhe erotically and her 
lips opened slowly of their own accord and she was now breathing through her 
mouth with her eyes altogether closed, humming and moaning softly to herself 
as the imagined ache became a thrilling ecstasy. 

"Oh... oh... yesssssss. Yes, my dear boy, oh my belly... it's getting so... 
sooooo much better." The older woman was babbling jubilantly as she guided 
Kiki's hand as the girl leaned over the bed and rubbed more and more 
vigorously. 

Another jutting white mound appeared and soon the sheet was all crumpled up 
around Mrs. Rankin's waist. Kiki was experienced enough to understand by 
this time exactly what was happening and if the lady had had anything even 
resembling a bellyache, then it had long ago vanished but as hard as Kiki 
tried, she couldn't think of a discreet way to "change the subject", to 
break off the obvious sexual stimulation taking place. Suppose Mrs. Rankin 
would say something to Serge about her not wanting to cooperate? It could 
mean Kiki's job and at the moment when her life was so precarious, she just 
couldn't afford to take this chance. If stroking and making love to this 
woman's wantonly demanding pussy was what it was going to take to hold onto 
her newly found job and her good luck, then that was what she would have to 
bring herself to do. There was no other way! 

"This sheet's in the damned way, isn't it, m'boy?" asked Mrs. Rankin, 
groaning as Kiki's fingers were now combing through Mrs. Rankin's thick, 
curly cuntal hair. She then took Kiki's wrist and holding it up, moved the 
sheet away. "There, that's better," she cried, replacing Kiki's moist 
fingers back down directly on her nakedly convulsing pussy, but Kiki looked 
neither one way or the other as she resumed her "massage". 

Besides, Kiki told herself, it was fun! Never before had she touched a 
woman's genital organs, except for her own once or twice; and now she began 
to explore in earnest, allowing her middle finger to worm its way through 
the moistly pink lips of Mrs. Rankin's hungry pussy then slipping up into 
the hotly pulsating tunnel of her cunt. Mrs. Rankin bolted once and then 
groaned and began massaging her own swollen firm breasts as Kiki's hand 
worked excitedly over her penis-like little clitoris, agitating the tiny sex 
organ until it felt hot and slippery to her touch. 

"Oh yes ... oh my God! God... yesssssss. Ohooooooooo, aaaaagggghhhhhhh!" 

Mrs. Rankin's hips were gyrating furiously now and suddenly she rolled over 
on her left side, clasping her hands around Kiki's arm, an Absolute howl 
steaming out of her tightly compressed lips... "Oh god. Oh God!" Mrs. Rankin 
was thrashing, her naked legs flailing, her (arms reaching up into the air 
to grasp some invisible lover as her groaning and moaning increased in 
tempo, her one hand pressing, forcing Kiki's wet fingers into her gaping 
vagina as she wiggled and, writhed and bucked up and down as she continued 
to whimper that her stomach ache was disappearing... 

Then, for a few moments longer, Mrs. Rankin just lay quietly on the 
messed-up bed. Slowly she let go of Kiki's arm and then, her eyes fluttering 
once more, she slowly pulled the sheet up and down in an effort to cover her 
nakedness. Kiki, meanwhile, was discreetly wiping Mrs. Rankin's copious 
vaginal fluid from her fingers as she helped tuck her in under the covers. 

"Ah... yes... thank you so very much, m'boy," Mrs. Rankin cooed. "The 
combination of that aspirin and your wonderful massage, m'boy, that was all 
I needed, wasn't it?" She smiled a small, secret conspiratorial smile and 
then raised her body up on the thick pillows. 

"Will you hand me my purse, honey?" 

Kiki stood up and reached for a black leather purse and, then standing 
properly at a respectable distance, watched as the rich lady searched around 
in the bottom of the heavy bag. She looked up into Kiki's eyes as she 
pressed several crumpled bills into her hand. 

"That's to pay for the aspirin, honey," she winked and then she lay back and 
stretched luxuriously. "Maybe you'd like to stop by tomorrow morning, just 
about this time, huh, just to have a little peep in to see how my 
bellyache's doing, huh? What do you say?" 

Kiki nodded and smiled. Out in the hall she counted the folded-up bills. 
There were five $10 bills. Kiki almost screamed out in joy! * * * After the 
first few days Kiki was finding the daily work more and more to her liking. 
Very few, if any, of her fellow employees bothered her; she got along with 
the guests who weren't cranky or pushy and there weren't many of these, Kiki 
was soon to learn. 

Accustomed to it and not at all afraid of the big city, Kiki spent most of 
her off duty hours alone. She would walk for hours window shopping or she 
would watch the children in the Park or she would just ride aimlessly on the 
many busses that circulated throughout the great city. 

She also spent a lot of time up in her tiny room which was becoming more and 
more homey to her. One of the housekeepers, Mrs. Mullins, accidentally 
discovered that John wasn't a John, but instead, a girl, and they struck up 
a secret friendship. Mrs. Mullins helped Kiki fancy up her room and now 
there were friendly pale yellow curtains and even the room itself had been 
freshly painted. Instead of old broken down arm chair there was now a new 
sofa-bed that folded up into one of the more comfortable armchairs Kiki had 
ever known. Getting rid of the old single bed and cutting in the new 
foldaway made the room seem much much bigger and now Kiki even had space for 
the many pocket books she was buying to further her education. Daily she was 
more and more impressed with the things she didn't know and she was also 
surprised to learn that not only Koreans like Wang whom she was still 
interested in were cold blooded murders. 

Down in the kitchen she'd made close friends with one of the second cooks 
and he just couldn't do enough for Kiki, where getting certain specialties 
was concerned; thus Kiki was eating most of the time like a first class 
guest with broiled lobsters and steak actually cooked to her special order. 
She was finding out lots of other things about herself as time flew by and 
one of these was that people liked to talk to her and it didn't seem to 
matter to them if she was a boy or a girl. People liked to talk and they 
especially liked to talk to others who had the time or the interest to 
listen. 

Alone in her room, as she was now, she would also think back about the 
different foster homes and then, of course, about the bloody murders and how 
easily that butcher knife sliced through Mr. Whitty's throat as if the meat 
were like butter. This particular image remained with Kiki and it wasn't at 
all as unpleasant as it might seem when the image would pass dreamily across 
her eyes before falling to sleep. She had never guessed a lot of human blood 
could be so bright red! 

With a long sigh she climbed out of bed and went to the open window. It was 
right next to the door. She balanced her hands on the sill and leaned out 
for a moment; then suddenly she forced herself to tightly grip the window 
frame as she fought off a brief attack of dizziness. She knew it was 
eighteen floors down to the busy avenue below, and just the idea of standing 
there next to the open window made her more than slightly nervous. She sat 
back on the bed and, leaning on her extended arms, enjoyed the breeze that 
came through the window and ruffled her hair. She had just about decided to 
cut off because it was giving her more and more trouble and daily her 
apprehensions of being discovered as a girl were increasing uncomfortably. 

Kiki decided she was tired. Every day since the first she'd had to visit 
Mrs. Rankin in the mornings to take care of her "stomach aches" which seemed 
to be worsening and needing more of Kiki's intimate attention than they 
seemed to be getting better. So far she had earned an amazing amount of 
money for her "doctoring" and she knew she would miss it once Mrs. Rankin's 
convention was over and she had left for her midwestern home town. 

She lay back on the bed and thought about the new convention now moving into 
the great hotel. There would be dancing all night, and long black limousines 
pulling up to the hotel's entrance to unload the cream of high society; also 
Kiki was somewhat anxious to get a close-up look at these people and see 
what the women's long evening gowns and gleaming jewels looked like. But, 
she sighed, she was sure there would be another convention just like this 
one and since she was off duty and didn't have to report to work until next 
morning, why didn't she just read awhile and then get a good night's sleep 
because she could use it. 

Glad that she had made up her mind, she kicked off her shoes and hung the 
waiter's uniform trousers up in the closet on its hangar. She slipped down a 
pair of brief feminine panties she'd bought, rinsed them out over at the 
sink and was just about to hang them on a nail so they'd be dry in the 
morning when, without a word of warning - not even a light tap anyone would 
have surely expected under the circumstances the door was flung wide open. 

Of all things! It was Mr. Serge Romanofski and his eyes told Kiki instantly 
that he'd had a little too much to drink. This was what his silly grin 
announced. 

Kiki's brain worked fast and she kept her half-naked back to him, reasoning 
that since she was supposed to be a male and since he was one, there was 
nothing for her to be upset about because he was close to her bare bottom. 
She decided this was okay, that he wouldn't stay long, and that her only 
problem of the moment was to prevent him from seeing what she had on the 
other side of her naked buttocks - or rather, what she didn't have there. 

"Oh, Mr. Romanofski..." she said, feigning more alarm than she felt. "I 
wasn't expecting anyone ..." 

"Yes, I know," said the boss. His aristocratic eyes stared at her, a bright 
twinkle in one of them. "You know I've been neglecting you, my dear boy. 
It's the pressure of business, you know. How weary it makes one, don't you 
know," he said, wiping his brow even though he wasn't perspiring, Kiki 
noted. 

"A young boy like you," he continued, sitting comfortably in the new 
armchair and appraising it as a matter of routine, "alone and defenseless 
here in the city and in our great world, needs some human company, don't you 
agree, and I thought that the two of us might just spend some time together. 
But, m'boy, I do hope that my rank and importance on the staff won't 
preclude our being friends." Serge grinned affectionately, softly, his eyes 
now and then darting to Kiki's bare legs and the curve of her delicious 
buttocks so innocently exposed to his approving eyes. 

"Oh no. Of course, it won't, sir," Kiki replied, not knowing exactly what 
her boss meant. She felt silly keeping her back turned, but even if she were 
to conceal her adolescent pussy with some object, the hotel manager could 
hardly help but notice the richly swelling globes of her luscious breasts, 
particularly since she still hadn't brought a strapping brassiere to press 
them in flatter. Mr. Romanofski seemed to have eyes for nothing except her 
firm, tender naked buttocks. 

"Goodness me," Mr. Romanofski exclaimed. "Dear one, you have a bruise, I 
say, I dare say, a tiny bruise on your bottom, my dear. Come, back up a bit. 
I will examine it for you, m'boy. However could you have bruised your... 
your bottom?" the boss stammered. He found it irresistible! 

It was true. At the climax of Mrs. Rankin's last upset stomach, the frantic 
woman had reached out and seized a handful of Kiki's tender flesh and 
squeezed until Kiki was howling in pain and Mrs. Rankin herself was in 
ecstasy. The gesture to Eros had left quite a sizeable black and blue mark. 

"I... really don't know, sir." 

"My dear boy, this could turn into something serious. You are aware of that? 
Suppose I rub some ointment on it and you stretch out on the bed ..." His 
eyes were gleaming. 

"Oh, really ..." Kiki began to protest but Serge marched her to the made-up 
sofabed and pushed her down on it as he sat on the edge. From his pocket 
Serge produced a tube of some ointment he apparently carried with him for 
such emergencies. Kiki took notice of this but said nothing ... as she lay 
down on her belly. At least, she was thinking, her position would continue 
to hide her genitals and this was all that mattered. 

"Yes, now," sighed Serge, "I think we'd better get the top off too. No sense 
in soiling it, now is there, m'boy?" And this was accomplished quickly, Kiki 
pulling it off and hurriedly flopping down on her chest so as not to reveal 
her luscious breasts. Now she was completely naked and breathing softly as 
she soon felt Serge's nimble fingers gently massaging her bare bottom. And 
as he continued, Kiki was amazed that he didn't seem at all interested in 
anything but her buttocks; and as far as she was concerned now and it had 
everything to do with her job, if he wanted to massage her bottom and should 
he never discover she was a boy in disguise, it would be fine with her. And 
this seemed to be the way it was going her luck holding out beautifully! 

And Serge Romanofski seemed to be taking this particular business very 
seriously indeed. Kiki grunted and wiggled uncomfortably as the hotel 
manager rubbed her smoothly yielding buttocks fiercely, realizing that Serge 
was deriving some sensual joy from these evil caresses, but unable to 
understand why. Could he possibly have seen through her disguise and was now 
pulling her leg, so to speak? Did he know she was a girl? Or did he honestly 
believe this was the normal beginning of a routine sexual assault? 

"Yes ... ah, yessssss," Serge was murmuring, "a man gets lonely sometimes... 
and when a young boy, as handsome as you are," he continued, kneading and 
massaging the ripely tantalizing half-moons of her ass-cheeks, "... comes 
into his lonely life, ahhhhh, things do change, m'boy." 

Hearing Serge refer to her as a boy with such profound certainty, Kiki 
relaxed and decided that there was no immediate danger to his penetrating 
her disguise if she could only remain in this same position. Then she also 
guessed that if he kept on stroking her so hungrily, as he was now doing, 
his breath rising audibly and his body generating a different kind of heat, 
things might definitely get out of hand. 

By now he was working the greasy ointment into her skin very thoroughly, 
gradually forcing the two cheeks of Kiki's firm buttocks wider apart and 
every once in awhile, allowing one of his lecherous fingers to stray down 
into the moist furror in between. Each time the tip of his finger passed 
licentiously over the puckered little tip of her anus, Kiki found herself 
shivering with a combination of pure sexual delight and horror of the 
unknown. She was just learning how really terribly sensitive her body was in 
that particular spot between her half open thighs. 

"Please... Please, Mr. Romanofski ..." 

"Call me Serge, m'boy. We're going to become friends," he said breathing 
harder,' his finger caressing delicately and gently as Kiki's buttocks 
pressed against his intimidating but persistent finger. 

"Oh, please, Serge, but no!!" she croaked hoarsely as Serge, having dipped 
his inquisitive finger once more deeply into a puddle of the ointment, began 
to rub it back and forth more vigorously over the tightly clenched hole of 
her twitching rectum. 

"Isn't it feeling a little better?" Serge asked bending over so Kiki could 
feel his heated breath on her naked shoulders. 

"Yes... I think so," she replied. "A little ..." 

"Oh goody, I know you need this, m'boy," Serge responded his eyes suddenly 
blazing with the perverted sexual fury of having his smooth-bodied boy at 
his complete and utter disposal. Although Serge wasn't at the moment 
considering the sexual gender of his partner, he was surely not 
underestimating the reaction his caressing finger was provoking, the 
grinding and gyrating hips, the writhing of the whole body just as in any 
new sexual conquest... and oh, what a lovely flower-soft ass and what a 
tight, hot little hole! 

"Oh... God... ohooooooo," Kiki was moaning as all of a sudden she felt 
Serge's finger push its way past the frail defenses of the tiny elastic 
ring, finally worming slowly up into the delicious tightness of her tender 
nether passage. 

God! What a feeling! None of it made or was making the slightest sense to 
Kiki, but as Serge kept yanking his invading finger frenziedly in and out of 
her rapidly expanding elastic hole, causing shock waves of illicit pleasure 
to race up and down her spine, Kiki gripping the bed for fear of falling off 
it as she humped back obscenely on his stabbing finger... oh God... what a 
feeling! 

What was he doing to her? Where was all of this going to lead them? Behind 
her - and out of sight because Kiki now had her head buried in her arms, her 
eyes squeezed shut Serge was undressing. He pulled down his pants and his 
long thin cock leaped out ready for instant action. 

From the corner of her eye Kiki saw this and now there remained no doubt 
whatever in her mind what Serge had in his own. He was going to do to her or 
he wanted to do to her, what Joey in the truck had wanted to do before he 
was grabbed by the fates and sent off to some kind of pernicious destruction 
the type of which her old friend, Wang, the Korean, was always talking 
about. The Fates were indeed very strange, Kiki was thinking, as she once 
again closed her eyes and wondered just how they planned to intervene this 
time. Then, his finger probing deeper, she couldn't take it any longer. 

The farce had to end and she knew now that it made no difference if Serge 
fired her on the spot or even reported her to the police for assaulting him. 
Under no circumstances could she possibly allow him to push his penis up 
into her virginal asshole. She fought and struggled to roll over but Serge 
held her firmly. 

She tried to speak but he refused to listen, pushing her face into the 
mattress as he mounted her. Finally, her heart pounding, she blurted out: 
"But sir, I'm not what you think I am, sir. I'm not a... " 

"Quiet, son," said Serge. "I know what you are exactly, John, from the 
moment I set eyes on you," he said as he raised up easily and professionally 
and guided his slender piercing cock toward the portals of her quivering 
rectum. "I knew you were one of us, just like me, from the moment I first 
saw you, John. Now just don't try and tease me, and be decent about the 
whole business, dearie." 

Kiki's sudden scream pierced the air as Serge's throbbing cock pushed 
through the tight elastic ring and stabbed deep up inside her rectal canal. 
Kiki screamed again as if she were on fire. The pain was agonizing as his 
cock, feeling like a hot poker iron began to surge cruelly in and out of her 
anus, and because he was gripping her tightly around the waist, there was no 
way to escape and struggling was foolish. Kiki was sobbing wildly, her 
lust-provoking body gyrating in a new agony as she tried desperately to 
escape this vicious sodomy, but Serge speared her like a butterfly on a pin. 

Burning still like a hot poker, Kiki could feel the pulsating glans at the 
tip of his cock worming its way deeper and deeper into her tight anal 
passage and, for a long moment, the intense pain took her breath away. Kiki 
lay moaning in brutalized, beaten submission as Serge fucked up into her, 
chuckling with lewdly perverted joy as he battered his cock home, burying 
his stabbing flesh staff deep up in her rectum to the hilt. 

"Hang in there, old John," Serge was yelling, "it's California, here I 
come!" and then he swore obscenely under his breath as he began to torment 
her cruelly stretched sphincter muscle lasciviously, flexing his hardened 
staff of flesh until Kiki was groaning with agony. The pain somehow cleared 
her mind and she was covering her tear-stained face with both hands, trying 
desperately to decide what to do with the long fleshy hardness fucking her 
rectum like a car piston gone on a wild rampage. 

Bit by bit, ever so slowly, the anguish of Serge's rear entry was subsiding 
although it was still too early to pretend that she was having any fun. But 
Serge had done the impossible; he had rammed his rampant cock deep up inside 
her nether passage and he'd done this without splitting her in two. Kiki had 
somehow proved she could take a long cock up her rectum, and now what was 
she supposed to do with it, she wanted to know? 

Experimentally Kiki flexed her buttocks, wondering if some way existed for 
her to shake his penis loose and belch it out of her anal canal. Serge was 
groaning with mindless homosexual pleasure and, immediately, Kiki came to a 
conclusion about her strategy. She would change it because it was obvious 
Serge was too strong for her and simply intended to remain where he was 
physically until he'd achieved his own selfish ends - which, Kiki knew, 
meant shooting his hotly masculine cum up into the unnatural sanctuary of 
her tight little anal canal. If Kiki really wanted him to get off her body 
and stop fucking her, the only thing to do was to encourage his vile 
perverted orgasm as soon as she could and, with any luck, he would dress and 
go away, probably without washing and probably without ever realizing that 
it was a woman's young body he had sodomized and not that of a young, 
handsome boy. 

"Oh... yessssss... ohooooooo...joy... yessssss, oh, John, dearest, John... 
yesssss," Serge Romanofski was moaning and chanting insanely as he continued 
fucking jubilantly in and out of "John's" delicious bottom, Serge's delight 
increasing in leaps and bounds when Kiki's hips began to twitch and writhe 
convulsively. "I'm actually turning him on," Serge kept repeating to himself 
under his breath as he gripped Kiki's soft skin. 

"I'm turning him on," he sighed. "These young kids with their beautiful 
asses, they can never get enough of me once I get started ..." he kept 
saying to himself as he thrust his rod of flesh in and out, in and out more 
and more strenuously as Kiki squirmed and panted underneath his overheated 
body. 

More or less Serge was right and had Kiki heard him mutter aloud she would 
have had to agree with him somewhat. Although she would have to admit that 
she was putting on some kind of a performance to encourage him to cum 
quickly to get the whole business over with, as she rocked her lovely bare 
ass-cheeks up and down and back and forth as the man's proud cock worked 
furiously, savagely up inside her feverishly hot anal tunnel, she would also 
have to admit that it wasn't all just a performance; a lot of her reacting 
was completely genuine. The fact of the matter was that the intense initial 
pain had disappeared completely and this had been replaced by a warm, 
tingling glow, and frankly Kiki was beginning to enjoy herself immensely. 

"My God," she murmured to herself, "I'm starting to be a real whore, first a 
big penis up my pussy and now a fag's cock up my asshole, she criticized 
herself, but the lewd glow began to radiate, invading her empty cunt as the 
orgiastic juices flowed out on the bed. She wondered briefly if there wasn't 
anything that couldn't turn her on . .. eventually. She blinked her eyes and 
shook her head. What was the world coming to? 

There was no answer to Kiki's question and the girl's body quickly 
surrendered to the invading cock, her last fragments of morality and human 
shame disappearing as her body and mind filled up with the lewd and 
perverted delight of being fucked savagely in the anus by a man who thought 
she was a boy. 

Kiki floated higher, a faint layer of fragrant perspiration covering her 
soft skin as the sensation in her overstuffed rectum became unbearably 
pleasurable, and then moved into that pre-orgiastic stage of feeling 
sensations beyond the realm of either pain or pleasure, seemingly of some 
other, extra terrestrial dimension. 

"Oh, Christ in heaven, give it all to me. All of it!" 

Kiki was screaming and squealing, humping her naked buttocks up in the air, 
not caring if Serge discovered she was a girl, just hungering for the savage 
treatment the cock up her rectum was giving her. It seemed as if she 
couldn't get enough, shaking her head frantically back and forth as she felt 
her climax creeping up on her. "Oh, yes. Fuck it... fuck my ass harder. Oh, 
God, Fuck my asshole!" 

Serge's muscles were rigid with strain. He braced differently and now in a 
more forceful position began to skewer in and out of her churning rectum 
with all the strength in his body, noticing with delight that his new little 
friend had lost complete control over his body as Kiki kept bucking and 
heaving like a young colt, her naked legs scissoring open and shut, her 
mouth open and long sighs of pleasure hissing through her teeth. 

"Oh, God... don't ever stop. Oh, God," she screamed as she shoved one fist 
into her mouth, "I'm... yes... I'm cummmmmmmi nnnnnggg!" 

"Oh yes... yes, baby... Oh, John... yes. Cum... cum... over my cock, John. 
Yes... Yessssss, baby ..." And then, before Serge knew it, his cock was also 
coming and squirting like a faucet up into Kiki's sucking anal canal, Kiki 
moaning and squirming at the newness of the sweet sensation and wanting to 
grovel and humiliate herself at his feet as she visualized his cock shooting 
hot thick sperm deep up inside her twitching anal canal. 

"Oh, Christ," Kiki moaned as Serge's life seed flooded up into her rectum, 
his cock swelling momentarily to twice its normal size, cum spurting 
violently from the red hot glans like a stream of water from a fire hose. 
Serge collapsed over the softly yielding body of Ins lover as the orgasm 
wracked his own body, trying to kiss the young boy's perspiring neck and 
face in utter gratitude for what had happened. 

What a perfectly formed young man, he was dreaming happily, his hands 
languidly caressing the boy's body. What a soft neck! What fresh pink 
cheeks! What dark, expressive eyes as he remembered them... And what 
incredible breasts, he was thinking now as he fondled and caressed... 

Breasts? 

Breasts!! 

Yes! In the fury of Kiki's violent orgasm, she had suddenly rolled over on 
her side. She was too concerned with the storm of lust to think about having 
to conceal her sexual identity from Mr. Romanofski. 

The man had raised himself up on his elbows. He looked down to see his penis 
slipping out from between Kiki's rosy buttocks. And then, with a groan he 
had watched her roll over when he saw her full, ripely naked breasts 
juggling sensually back and forth. 

Panic stricken with shock, Serge's eyes traveled rapidly down the lush 
contours of the female body to the point he expected to find an erect young 
penis. None! There was none! 

Serge Romanofski's shock came with cataclysmic force and he was literally 
shattered by his new knowledge. 

"You're... a... girl? A girl? I can't... a girl!?" 

"Oh, Mr. Romanofski ... I can explain... explain ..." 

Quickly Kiki sat up. She made no effort to hide her lovely naked breasts. 
She reached out for him almost gently, but he leaped away from her as if 
she'd suddenly taken on the appearance of some evil looking demon with 
glaring eyes and snorting fire through her dilating nostrils... 

"Oh no. Oh... noooooooo! A girl... Never ... a girl! Oh... noooooooo!" 

He leaped from the bed shaking his head furiously. He seemed to be crying. 
He was screaming nonsense things, babbling incoherently. Hysterically he put 
his hands over his face so he could see no more of this disgusting, 
revolting sight. 

"... Oh God!" he roared, "a woman ... a naked woman, dripping with the sweat 
of sex!" 

He jumped up and then screamed again as Kiki cringed on the bed. Then with 
horrified eyes the young girl saw him turn on his heel and then simply hurl 
his naked body right through the open window. A scream died in Kiki's throat 
as she slowly lowered herself back down onto the mattress... and a 
terrifying silence flooded the hotel room. 

 Chapter Four 

Still finding it difficult to believe, Kiki sat nakedly on the rumpled bed 
looking out the window Serge had leaped through. Could he actually have 
thought it was the door? Impossible; or had the Fates again become somehow 
involved. Kiki's eyes looked up at the ceiling trying to decide whether she 
should suddenly become hysterical or simply faint. Then she remembered one 
of Wang's remarks, that people who survive difficulties in life tend to do 
so by developing the habit of thinking only about their need for survival 
and not what the Fates might possibly have or have not in store for them. To 
Kiki, Wang's philosophy and reasoning still contained much of value even if 
he was an avowed murderer which he probably was by now in the eyes of the 
Fates, and in the eyes of the police, also. 

Then, as she slipped into her panties, still moist in the crotch, she 
thought about Dick Whitty, Bull and Clive; and then a little about Joey and 
of course, Manny. Now she could add the name of Serge to a list that was 
beginning to confound her. Realizing the confusion a body falling from the 
eighteenth floor of a downtown hotel could cause, and especially at a moment 
when a big convention was moving into the hotel, Kiki came swiftly to the 
point. It would be figured Serge jumped, leaped, or was pushed from her room 
after the police had a moment or two to confer; and that meant she'd better 
get the hell out of the place. Then too, lots of the other employees knew 
Serge Romanofski had his evil eye on Kiki and that wouldn't help matters 
either. 

Suddenly she was snapped out of her reverie by the sound of sirens wailing 
down in the street. Dressing in a short miniskirt she'd bought on one of her 
shopping journeys the second day on the job and then into a tight, clinging 
blouse that really emphasized the curves of her darling, ripe breasts, 
sandals, and with her long hair brushed out and lying on her shoulders, Kiki 
rapidly went down the hallway and stood waiting for one of the elevators. 

She hadn't been there one minute before one of the doors flew open and out 
rushed at least six policemen, two in civilian clothes. Kiki was badly 
frightened and before she could get into the elevator heading down for the 
lobby, the doors slid shut in her face. Her escape route was cut off and she 
began trembling... until she noticed no one was paying any attention to her, 
but just to make safe, she ducked into a linen closet near the elevator. For 
a long time, it seemed, she waited trying to make herself comfortable on a 
stack of towels and sheets. Men were jabbering in the corridor and she was 
quick to recognize the voice of the house detective, a man she despised. 

"Yeah, it looks like murder to me, Chief," he said to a uniformed police 
Captain. 

"Yeah... yeah," answered the police chief impatiently, "so what's the 
rundown on this oriental kid who lives in the room you figured the boss 
jumped out of, huh?" 

"Like I told you, it's next to his. He has the hots for his little Jap ass; 
see, why I figures it that way, and the Jap boy ain't cooperatin' and you 
know, these orientals, regardless of their size, man, they plenty strong so 
this Jap kid just pushes the faggot Serge right out the fuckin' window. 
That's how I sees it, Chief," said the hotel detective respectfully. 

"A coupla queers, huh?" 

"Yeah, you can say that again," replied the hotel cop. 

Kiki could hear the voices drifting away and then she heard them clearly 
again. "Yeah," the policeman was saying, "it looks like murder all right, 
the bed all fucked up, blood all over the sheets, the oriental kid missing, 
just his waiter's uniform there, no luggage, probably a drifter. Look," he 
said, pointing his finger into the hotel detective's shoulder, "looks like 
murder and 111 get the boys down at headquarters to get out an all points on 
him. Then I'm gonna put a squad on all the exits here to watch for this Jap 
kid." He turned and jabbed the house cop in the shoulder again. "Listen to 
me, Jack," he said, "keep an eye open on the oriental end of this business. 
I heard it said like the top people think there's some kind of Eastern 
conspiracy, an oriental looking gal upstate just last week escaped after 
helping a Korean in a mass murder... yeah, keep your ears open, Jack." 

Kiki almost fainted in the closet, and not only because there wasn't much 
air to breathe. Every time she'd peep out there'd be more people in the 
corridor, policemen and the curious, photographers flashing lights and men 
talking "from the scene of the crime" on the radio. To Kiki every time she'd 
peep out, it looked as if everybody was having a great party for themselves. 

Except her. How on earth was she going to escape? She didn't dare take a 
chance on just walking out; there were too many people. She rummaged around 
in the closet after turning on a light to see if she could find something 
more decent than the miniskirt she wore. 

Then luck was with her. Her hand fell on a stack of expensive silky sheets 
used only for the Very Important People. Grabbing one of these, she ripped 
off her blouse and skirt and then, oriental-sarong style, wrapped the silky 
covering around her naked body stylishly. Using her teeth as scissors she 
soon fashioned a belt and when this was tied about her waist, her new 
costume made her look radiant indeed! 

So now if the police caught her at least the newspaper photographs would be 
exciting. Wearing the sexy sarong and feeling the cool silkiness of the 
material clinging to her body so deliciously naked under it, made her 
spirits brighten and she caressed her breasts through the material, her 
nipples stiffening and then she began to feel the gentle flames of passion 
burning behind them as it always did when she stroked them herself. 

Again she peeped out of the linen closet door and deciding now was the time, 
as she'd done when she jumped into the rear of Manny's and Joey's truck, she 
walked proudly, her hair bouncing on her bared shoulders, right towards the 
bank of elevators. Fortunately or was it the Fates, she wondered Wang was 
looking over her in her present distress, because one of the elevator doors 
opened and in she scooted. She had made up her mind. She would take the 
elevator down to the lobby, and with the money from Mrs. Rankin which she 
had folded up compactly and tucked up into her vaginal channel, she would 
find the exit door and simply go out of the Metropolitan Hotel the way she'd 
come in. If they caught her, they caught her! There was nothing she could do 
about that. Wang had told her this over and over again; it was the Fates and 
they didn't listen to you; you listened to them and you obeyed what they 
told you to do, even though their voices weren't always audible. 

Kiki was coming more and more to accept and believe in all the funny 
oriental things he had told her about during their brief period together. 
God, she hoped he was getting along okay and that the police were feeding 
him his rice the way he especially liked it cooked. 

There was a ceiling-high mirror in the elevator and as it descended to the 
lobby, Kiki examined her reflection and found it more than satisfying, the 
hills and valleys of her splendidly-formed young body surely tantalizing to 
anyone who might look, the silky material tied carefully over one naked 
shoulder and then spread provocatively over her two ripely mature breasts. 
It was indeed a very respectable sarong exposing a wide expanse of her ivory 
smooth thigh and on the left when she turned sharply, just a teasing glimpse 
of her shimmering buttocks. 

Kiki emerged from the elevator and, expecting to be jumped by the state 
troopers, instead found herself in the middle of a perfumed crowd of dandys 
and their ladies, everyone in fine clothing, the men tuxedoed and the women 
in expensive gowns touching the toes of their glistening slippers. Their 
jewelry was blinding to Kiki's eyes. Feeling greatly relieved and now 
surrounded by all this opulence and society class elegance, Kiki walked 
casually towards a softly lit ballroom. In the distance she could hear a 
full orchestra tuning up and suddenly everything all around her seemed to be 
terribly romantic. An almost unsupportable weight was lifting from her 
shoulders. 

"Hi, there, gorgeous, how come I've never seen you before, huh?" came a 
masculine voice and Kiki found herself looking up into the shining masculine 
face of Tony Worthington of the Boston Worthingtons whom just everybody knew 
about. As if dreaming, Kiki shook her head and her long raven hair streamed 
over her satiny smooth shoulders; now, after the ghastly business with Serge 
upstairs, she just refused to believe this dramatic change was taking place. 

Kiki giggled as he took her arm. She had often read about society's darling 
"Tony-boy" in the newspaper columns. He was everybody's favorite. He was 
daring and owned and raced fast cars. He loved horses and young girls. He 
was worth more than a million dollars and every girl Kiki had known at any 
of the foster farms had a dream picture of Tony Worthington in the back of 
their mind as the man they'd all most want to run away with and marry. Tony 
was the ideal young, handsome, always smiling millionaire. 

"C'mon, baby, what's your name? You speak a little English, no?" he teased 
her. He cocked his head. He couldn't figure out how he'd missed this lovely 
beauty with the demure oriental look in her gorgeous face and such soft skin 
and wearing so daring a sarong that left almost nothing to his active 
imagination... 

"It's Kiki," she responded, looking up at him, so strong and so tall and so 
very good looking. God, she thought to herself, she could eat him alive. 
She'd never seen any man so handsome. 

'That's all?" he wondered. "No last name?" 

"It's difficult to pronounce," was her answer as she followed him out to the 
dance floor, terribly conscious that almost everyone on the sides was 
watching them. She gripped Tony's arm protectively and hoped she was free of 
the police. 

"Where are you from, Kiki?" 

She was thinking of Wang. "Korea," she answered simply and then he was 
hugging her closer than he should as they danced out to the center of the 
brightly lit ballroom. They had little conversation, mostly remained silent 
with their eyes staring into each other's, and Tony Worthington holding her 
warm shapely body closer and closer so that she could feel the delightful 
pressure of his slowly hardening cock rubbing ever so discreetly against her 
thigh and then over her mossy pussy hair. 

"You know, Kiki, darling," he was whispering into her ear, "I'm falling in 
love with you right out here on the dance floor. Isn't that just terrible, 
darling?" said the young, impassioned millionaire. 

"And ... I love your dress. What exactly is it?" he wanted to know. 

She sighed deliciously and then she made up a little story about the sarong 
being a Korean ceremonial gown worn by young unmarried girls of great 
wealth. 

"You know what?" he said with a tone of conspiracy in his voice, "it feels 
to me like you've got nothing on under this." His eyes were wild and he was 
rubbing harder and harder against her now that the floor was crowding up and 
the lights had dimmed for a slow waltz. 

"And you want to know something, you've guessed right," was her reply. 

"You mean, that you're ..." 

"Yes," Kiki whispered, loving the feel of his cock as it began to poke up 
between her parted thighs as they stood almost still weaving to the music, 
"yes... under my sarong I am all bare," she said, affecting an oriental 
accent she used to practice on Wang to make him laugh. Then she shivered 
deliciously in his strong arms as their lips met in the soft light. 

 Chapter Five 

For Kiki the entire evening would be an adventure she would never forget. 
They danced and they hugged and they squirmed licentiously together and once 
she gripped his naked cock in the shadows and more than once he had his 
fingers up under the silky nylon sheet and buried deep up into her soaking 
wet pussy. Then there was the lovely limousine ride home in the moonlight 
and then... then the Fates again. Kiki could just not understand how they 
kept intruding and trying to upset her life; it was simply phenomenal but 
realistic. 

The three savage bikers on their Harley-Davidsons were roaring down the 
highway when from the opposite direction came the speeding limousine heading 
for the Worthington estate, a palatial mansion with acres of luxurious, 
carefully landscaped grounds surrounding it just a few miles outside the 
city. 

"Jesus, take a fuckin' look at that classy oversized pad," snarled one of 
the ugly, unshaven hoodlums from the corner of his mouth. 

"Yeah, dig," said his buddy, driving his speeding machine closer. "She looks 
like a Chink, maybe a Jap, huh?" 

"Yeah, she sure does," Konrad answered. His cock was leaping already just at 
the brief view of the sexy Kiki reclining in the luxurious rear seat of the 
chauffeur-driven Mercedes as it turned suddenly into a side road that led up 
to the sumptuous Worthington mansion. 

With a hand signal, Konrad pulled his bike off onto the shoulder, sending up 
a cloud of dust when he braked its roaring engine to a stop. His two 
companions followed. Wrinkles, the smaller of the three toughs, but a born 
street fighter, was the last to swing his tight jeans-covered leg over the 
smooth leather of his own motorcycle, a black and silver beauty of which he 
was as proud as he was of his two missing front teeth and his overall 
ugliness, including his inexplicably, prematurely wrinkled face, thus his 
nickname. 

"So, what you guys got up your sleeve?" Wrinkles wanted to know, spitting 
onto the asphalt. 

"Don't get me wrong," snarled Konrad. "I don't want the fucking car. Where 
the hell we'd put it, huh?" he laughed. He squinted his eyes and dug one 
finger into his ear. "I want that Chink broad, that's what I want! Jesus, 
she rings a loud bell right down in my balls," he exclaimed. 

The last of the Hell's Angels threesome was called Sonny because of his 
perpetual, meaningless smile, the sort one sees on a baby's face in the 
middle of a bowel movement. Even when one of Sonny's unfortunate knifing 
victims was gagging his last breath, spitting up blood, the last image he 
saw was Sonny's beatific smile, the softly lighted eyes and the white 
polished teeth just showing between his girlishly pink lips. 

In the darkness, Konrad's arm holding them back, the three bikers waited 
until the sleek limo parked on one side of the great mansion. Hiding their 
motorcycles in the bush, the three hoods snaked their way up to the house. 
At one corner, crouched in the bushes, they saw the lighted swimming pool, 
and now they could hear the elegantly attired gentleman from the limousine 
introducing the Chinese-looking girl to two other couples sitting around the 
softly lighted pool smoking and drinking leisurely. "Oh, Tony, wasn't the 
party the greatest bore?" asked Shiela. 

"Yes, m'darlin', except I brought me back the prize," and then he introduced 
Kiki from Korea, doing a little dance as he bowed and presented the saronged 
young lady with one breast almost visible and her attitude from having 
consumed several goblets of golden champagne changed considerably as far as 
managing the silky costume she wore. It didn't take more than a minute for 
each of Tony Worthington's guests, all high, on marijuana, to guess Kiki was 
stark naked under the clinging sheet. 

"Man, is those cats rich!" exclaimed under his breath. 

"Shut your mouth. We don't care how rich they are, we want that Chink gal, 
right?" 

Sonny slapped Konrad on the back. Konrad didn't turn to look at him. There 
was something about Sonny's face that mixed Konrad up every time he glanced 
into his ever-smiling eyes. "Yeah," said Sonny. "She looks like a nice 
slippery piece of asshole, huh, Konrad?" 

"Shhhhhhh!" was Konrad's reply as the three cyclists watched through the 
shrubbery. The three girls were chatting together, as were the boys. The 
Chinese-looking girl, although listening to the others, was obviously deep 
in thought. Kiki couldn't believe all this was happening and at any moment 
she really expected something horrible like a gorilla to leap out of the 
bushes and grab her. Why she couldn't get Wang out of her thoughts tonight, 
she just couldn't understand. 

"Give me your attention, please," said Tony Worthington, standing. He'd just 
taken a puff on a tightly rolled cigarette and was exhausting the 
intoxicating fumes and smiling broadly at his guests. Tony put his arm 
around Kiki's shoulder, one hand cupping a half naked breast as his friends, 
only one of them fully dressed, watched him eagerly. 

"What the hell's he up to now?" asked Wrinkles. 

"Shut the fuck up," whispered Konrad. "How do I know?" 

"Shit," said Sonny, "don't you know everything, Konrad?" 

One of these days, thought Konrad to himself, as much as he liked Sonny and 
approved of his quick justice with .a switch blade or a slashing whip chain, 
he was gonna... 

"You see this lovely gown Kiki's wearing," Tony went on, his other hand now 
sliding suggestively up and down the inside of Kiki's bared thigh, the sheet 
swept aside to almost expose the tiny dark curly hairs of her bewitching 
pussy, "well, my children," he continued, smiling broadly as Kiki pressed up 
against him, her childish, slanted eyes beaming up into his, "this... this 
is a ceremonial gown and ... it signifies her ... I mean, when a Korean girl 
wears this particular gown," he was stumbling on, the marijuana obviously 
taking firmer hold on his brain, "It means that she's a virgin and she's 
looking for a lover ..." 

Kiki giggled. "That's not what I said at all." 

Tony Worthington hugged her close. He raised one arm. "All those in favor of 
seeing Kiki select her lover for tonight, raise their right hand," he 
laughed drunkenly. 

Kiki tried to wiggle away but she didn't really want to at all. To the 
contrary, she was rather enjoying herself and when she'd pretend to struggle 
in Tony's arms and the silky sheet would raise up and expose almost her 
total nudity, she'd shiver and squirm and wriggle seductively until the gown 
was back where it belonged. 

Tony's guests roared their approval and before Kiki realized what was 
happening, the two girls had stripped off their own brassieres and brief 
panties and were now naked. They rushed up to Kiki and in seconds, they both 
had her stripped naked and were dancing around her, chanting some kind of 
foolishness about Korean virgins they were both making up as college girls 
seem to have a way of doing. 

"Hell, look at that!" marveled Konrad in sheer amazement, "they're all 
strippin'!" 

"What are we waitin' for?" Wrinkles wanted to know. He punched Sonny 
playfully in the ribs. "Hey, c'mon, huh. We want that Chink gal, don't we?" 

"Yeah," growled Konrad, "what the hell we waitin' for is right!" 

When the three men suddenly jumped out of the bushes, Kiki simply looked 
over at them when one of the naked girls screamed out what was happening. To 
Kiki, here came the Fates again. She just couldn't get over it! Here she was 
just starting to have a nice time, the pot getting into her blood stream and 
her almost virginal pussy lubricating so sweetly in anticipation of Tony 
Worthington's elegant society penis and then, with no warning (was there 
ever?) enter the demons and these she didn't like the looks of at all. 

One of Tony's male friends started to run for the house. 

"Hey you," came a hard voice, "you stop or you get a knife in your back!" 
The boy stopped in his tracks. 

"Stay where the fuck you are," growled Konrad to Tony as he started to move 
to protect Kiki, "stay or I'll cut your balls off," Konrad warned him, the 
moonlight reflecting brightly off the sharp blade he held in his dirty fist. 

"What do . .. what do you want?" Tony managed to ask finally. He was 
shivering in fear. He'd never confronted a situation like this before 
although he had read about such things happening. It was one of those 
situations where "things like this could never happen to me". 

The three hoods, Konrad, Sonny and Wrinkles walked menacingly towards them 
out of the darkness. "Listen, asshole," said Konrad, "we want your chink 
broad, understand?" he snapped, deciding it was time to announce their 
intentions. He knew the three of them had the society bastards where they 
wanted them. 

Although Tony Worthington wanted to protest, he could bring himself to do 
nothing at the moment. He watched quietly as Wrinkles, unzipping his fly, 
came up and grabbed the naked Kiki and pulled her up to him cruelly. 

Sonny just looked at Tony Worthington. "You try to move, buster, you try to 
call the cops, buster, you do anything, your friends do anything, and we 
chop you up into little pieces, understand?" asked the ever-smiling face. 

Tony just looked into the deep blue eyes, then he made up his mind. He'd 
have to fight for his guests. And the only thing he knew was he'd faithfully 
practiced his karate regularly. Gathering his wits together, the young 
socialite launched his muscular body into the air, one fast foot lashing out 
and catching the startled Konrad on the left side of the head. The tough 
bully went down to the grass with a deep groan, caught completely off-guard, 
and the vicious-looking blade he'd been holding spun out of his hand and 
plunged into the depths of the pool. 

This trio had been in lots of fights since they came together and they 
reacted quickly. To prevent her from running away, Wrinkles shoved Kiki 
roughly into the pool and he spun around just in time to catch a karate chop 
on the side of his neck which dizzied him to the tiled floor. Then a double 
chop blow sent Wrinkles spinning on the wet pool surface. 

Sonny was the smallest of them all and he knew now the bikers were fighting 
someone who knew how to defend himself and he took his time waiting for his 
moment to leap in. And when he did, he thrust a murderous open hand towards 
Tony's throat and at the same time kicked him viciously in the groin. Tony 
Worthington went down like a bag of potatoes and before he knew it, both 
Sonny, Wrinkles, then joined by Konrad, were beating and stomping the 
daylights out of the young socialite. 

Kiki was screaming when the men got up to their knees. "Please don't hurt 
him any more," she cried. "Please," she was screaming as she pulled her 
nakedly glistening body out of the pool, but the three bikers ignored her 
for the moment and concentrated on punishing Tony for having had the brass 
to attack them in the first place. This trio wasn't used to being attacked. 
Wrinkles was using his fists, slamming his knuckles murderously into Tony's 
handsome face. 

"Hey, wait up," Sonny called out. "I feel like cuttin' off his balls 
anyway." 

"Oh noooooo," cried Kiki. "Oh, no... please." 

Tony Worthington was a bleeding heap on the pool tile, blood from his 
various wounds flowing freely as he lay helplessly with his mouth open, 
blood dribbling down his chin. They had almost killed him. 

Wrinkles flashed his switch blade. "I'm gonna give this bastard something to 
remember us by," said the horribly wrinkled hoodlum. "I'm gonna carve my 
initials in his chest," he breathed. "Hell never forget us." 

Kiki froze by the side of the pool, her heart beating wildly as she watched 
Wrinkles poised with the deadly knife over Tony's chest. One glance at the 
young millionaire's friends told Kiki they were not going to interfere; the 
two couples huddled together in obvious terror as they watched in 
fascination as Wrinkles spread Tony's boyish body out on the bloody tiles 
and then sadistically lowered the blade to a point between Tony's nipples. 
The steel blade sank in a quarter-inch and Tony moaned in pain but knew 
better than to fight back. His position, with the other two hoods each 
brandishing switch blades and standing over him, was a completely hopeless 
one. 

Kiki could almost hear Tony's flesh tearing as the fiendish biker carved the 
initial "W" into his chest, blood streaming down over Tony's rib cage. The 
couples gasped in horror as the hoodlum completed the bloody carving. 

Kiki was beside herself trying to make some sense out of the ugly moment. 
Then she dragged herself up to her feet, her gleamingly naked body dripping 
wet. 

She began to weave and raise and lower her arms seductively. "Hey, you 
guys," she said in her oriental accent, a bright smile on her lips, "I 
thought it was me you wanted, not him. So how's about it, huh?" she asked, 
weaving and gyrating her naked hips and casually rubbing her hairy vagina 
with her fingers and then looking at them demurely, finally letting her 
slanted eyes fall to their tight bulging crotches. 

And when Kiki saw the toughest one begin to respond, she let her dainty 
fingers flutter upwards and cup her perfectly formed mounds, fondling them, 
stroking and squeezing her nipples as her bright, oriental eyes gleamed at 
them. She knew she had now distracted them and she was somewhat pleased with 
herself, not only because she'd put a temporary halt to their brutality with 
Tony, but because she knew she was in command of a situation, a position in 
reality which she thought she'd never reach. If Sonny, the smiling one, was 
going to cut off Tony's balls, then all of her plans would go up in smoke. 
Kiki was actually growing more and more fond of young Tony Worthington and 
it wasn't just his money; it was mostly because of how courageously he was 
able to endure the horrible beating and torture. 

"You're damn right it's you," laughed Konrad. He looked up in amazement at 
this incredible young Oriental gal. 

"Then why are you bothering with him?" asked Kiki, stamping her bare foot 
petulantly, a gesture that caused the heavy sensuous globes of her 
delectable breasts to jiggle seductively. "You know," she smiled coyly, "I'm 
just not used to being kept waiting ..." 

Dumbfounded, the trio turned to face her. They'd never met a female who 
objected to a delay in the process of getting raped. 

"So okay," snapped Konrad to Wrinkles. "Lock those idiots up in the 
bathhouse. That's it over there," he pointed, "and then we'll all fuck her 
and fuck the hell off, okay, you guys?" Konrad didn't like the looks of the 
boy Wrinkles had carved up. He was pumping blood like a stuck pig! 

When Sonny and Wrinkles dragged Tony and pushed the others into the 
bathhouse, they ran back to where Konrad was standing, running his hands 
lewdly over Kiki who was moaning and writhing in his strong arms. As the 
others drew near, she let her body fall slack. "Do with me whatever you 
wish," she sighed. "I'm putting myself in your hands." 

"What's the matter," Konrad snarled, "you sick in the head or somethin'?" 

Kiki said nothing and just lay limp in Konrad's arms, conscious that this 
seemed the best way to distract them and give a chance to Tony and his 
friends to seek some kind of help, someone to come and arrest these rough 
hoodlums who smelled of grease and body filth. Wang would have approved of 
her giving herself up this way as a kind of sacrifice to the Fates and she 
was more than willing to do anything to save poor Tony from any further 
torture. God, how he must be suffering. And the sight of his blood literally 
boiling out of his body had almost the same effect the sight of Dick 
Whitty's blood bubbling out of his neck when Wang had sliced his throat... 

"Oh, ohooooo," Kiki was moaning as she let her naked body be carried from 
the poolside into the luxurious mansion. Wrinkles placed her nakedness down 
on a thick rug while the other two investigated and soon returned. "Christ, 
this is really rich!" Konrad exclaimed, rubbing his hands. Kiki could see 
he'd never been this close to such wealth and opulence. He was literally 
flabbergasted but suddenly glancing at her dazzling nudity as she lay with 
her long naked legs splayed open on the rug and her soft, downy vagina 
completely exposed, his thoughts turned to her. He stripped naked in a 
flash, grinning from ear to ear as his ugly penis leaped out from between 
his hairy legs. 

Both Wrinkles and Sonny stripped and now they were leering at Kiki as she 
lay there, waiting for them to consume her. "Right on, baby," said Konrad, 
squeezing her breasts, "Let's all smack her together, huh?" 

His long throbbing cock waved obscenely in Kiki's face as he kneeled 
triumphantly over her nakedness, and Kiki suddenly realized the significance 
of what he had just proposed. Do it all together? How... what could he 
possibly mean? 

"Okay," Konrad grinned, "but first lemme get her warmed up, huh? She's real 
fine eatin' pussy if I ever saw a ripe pussy," he said and then bent his 
head. "I'm gonna have me a real taste, you guys, see?" 

Without further warning, the muscular biker thrust his swarthy face between 
her obscenely outstretched legs and soon he was staring licentiously into 
the intimate privacy of Kiki's moistly palpitating cunt. Konrad's thick 
calloused fingers actively drew apart the interfolded pinkish lips of Kiki's 
pussy, but she did her best to lay perfectly still, her ears alert for any 
sound of the police or any other helpers on their way to pull them out of 
their troubles. From the corner of her half-lidded eyes she saw the others 
watching eagerly as they played with their erect cocks and sucked on their 
lower lips as they waited for the leader's signal to join in. Kiki didn't 
understand it at all but it thrilled her to realize how much in charge 
Konrad was and also how expertly his tongue was wallowing inside her highly 
charged, oozing vagina, his large, grease-stained fingers surprisingly 
delicate. 

His thick lips inched closer and Kiki sighed in despair as she felt the 
sensitive caress of his hot breath sending electrifying sparks of forbidden 
pleasure up into her trembling cunt. Kiki had no hope of being able to 
resist his lewd attack, if past experience was any guide. Every time a man 
touched her, he set her on fire, and there was no reason to expect things to 
be different this time, despite what had happened to Tony when Wrinkles had 
cut his initial into his chest. What a bloody scene that had been and she 
couldn't shake the image out of her mind as she lay with her legs splayed 
wide, almost hungering for the tip of his long weaving tongue to snake 
through her wet pussy lips. But she couldn't let him know this ... if they 
were to escape. The best Kiki could hope for was concealing her true 
feelings from these sadistic rapists. She must not give them the pleasure of 
knowing what they were doing to her! 

Konrad's head dropped and without warning his long hot tongue probed 
hungrily into the moistly throbbing passage of Kiki's darling cunt. 
Instantly, Kiki felt the tiny whisps of illicit sex-joy curling deep up in 
her belly. Konrad attached again and again, relentlessly, his tongue pushing 
its way further and further up into her rapidly warming vagina as her sleek 
buttocks wiggled convulsively. Wrinkles and Sonny found it hard to decide 
whether she was desperately trying to prevent the furious tongue licking she 
was enduring or if her resistance had already come to an end and Kiki was 
beginning to enjoy the bizarre, lewd thing being done to her by the expert 
cunt licker, Konrad Bernheim. And the truth of the matter, had there been 
any way for either hoodlum to know, was that Kiki wasn't sure either. 

"Oh God save us," she gasped and then mumbled to herself incoherently as 
Konrad savagely ravaged her pussy, the flames leaping higher and higher. 
With a poorly concealed sob, Kiki had to admit to herself that the game was 
nearly up. The roller coaster of her over stimulated senses had started to 
roll and she was going with it for the longest, wildest ride of her life! In 
a few short moments, Kiki had all but forgotten about Tony Worthington, the 
possible outside help, and even the bloody "W" on Tony's chest. Gone were 
her fears and hopes for the future, overwhelmed by the deeply gnawing hunger 
buried deep in the pit of her belly, and the emptiness which cried out to be 
filled at any cost. 

Yes . .. yesssss. Cock! It was cock she needed and she knew in a brief awful 
moment of self-awareness that she needed it badly. But she could not give up 
the role she had played all of her adult life. She would have to let the 
Fates take control of the brutish desires the bikers had and when The Fates 
decided they would all fuck her and give her the lovely hard cock she 
desperately longed for... then it would happen .. . not before. Wang had 
taught this to her time and time again in the back of the diner with one 
hand up her short skirt as she fondled his thigh and rubbed his always erect 
penis. 

Kiki was drifting into a soft golden glow induced by Konrad's stabbing 
tongue when she suddenly felt a huge, enormously hard cock being placed in 
either hand as Wrinkles and Sonny now kneeled on either side of her head. 
The Fates! She gripped the hard cocks and squeezed them as Konrad, looking 
up and seeing what was happening, renewed his energies and began to lash his 
tongue in and up and down and out as Kiki wiggled and writhed each time it 
would bury itself deep inside and each time he'd draw it out, almost driving 
her mad with impassioned desire, so mad she'd be humping her naked cunt back 
at his sucking hot mouth, jerking on the two cocks at the same time she was 
swinging her head from side to side, her tongue washing over her parched 
lips as one ecstasy after another rippled over her feverish body. 

Kiki began to moan uncontrollably and sweat was breaking out all over her 
quivering body. She needed cock and she needed it now. Her parched lips 
parted: "Oh, God, won't one of you fuck me... oh... please... somebody, 
fuck... fuck me!" 

There was a moment's confusion while the three goons sorted out who would go 
where and who would do what. It was obvious to them that taking her one at a 
time was out of the question, their hunger was so fabulous. All three thugs 
were literally drooling from the mouth as Kiki realized dimly that she was 
.about to be buffeted among the three like a hapless rag doll, all the 
orifices of her tender young body being used as lewd receptacles for their 
fiery hot sperm, but she knew in the same horrifying moment that there was 
nothing she could do to stop them... and even if she really deep in her 
heart, wanted to. It was their game and she'd play by their rules, that much 
was obvious! 

Konrad threw his naked body on the floor alongside her now and he kept 
plugging her wet pussy with his sword-like tongue. Wrinkles rolled Kiki over 
on her side and she felt the man's hands probing lecherously between the 
smooth firm half-moons of her lovely buttocks. Kiki's ankles were pulled 
apart now and she groaned with pain as the two men, each working from 
opposite sides of her nakedly tormented young body, stretched open her 
thighs in order to spread wide her crotch for the carnal indignities they 
intended to inflict upon her. 

Konrad entered her first, pounding his way up into her churning vagina and 
finding to his surprise and delight that Kiki was totally ready for him. The 
soft moist internal flesh of Kiki's little used cunt gripped Konrad's prick 
with astonishing force, and the tough, ruthless biker found himself obliged 
to groan aloud with intense pleasure. As for Kiki, she was too far lost in a 
merciless mental jungle of both wicked shame and wild physical excitement 
now to object to anything at all these brutes might try to do to her 
helpless young body, but she did groan in discomfort when she felt Wrinkle's 
stubby fingers invading the cleft between her rosy buttocks, poking 
persistently at the tiny pink elastic circle of her anus. 

It came to Kiki with a shock that it had been only a matter of hours since 
Serge Romanofski had taken her there and her rectum was still soft and 
yielding. Kiki did not know the meaning of the word "anal-erotic", but her 
brief experience with. the hotelman, unpleasant as it had been, had indeed 
taught her that the use of her rear passage was not necessarily all that 
terrible. Kiki took in a deep breath as she soon felt Wrinkle's long thin 
cock sliding obscenely between her smooth buttocks, knowing that it would be 
uncomfortable in the beginning but also realizing from experience that she 
could take it... and that she... well, she liked the glow it gave her! 

"Ohooooooooo, yesssssss. Aaaggggghhhhh!" 

Kiki groaned again and again as the pointy tip of Wrinkle's super-hardened 
instrument fought its way up into the narrow tight opening. Wrinkle was 
decidedly larger than Serge had been and his getting in was more painful. 
But Wrinkle was determined and he ground his prick into her, jerking his 
hips forward ruthlessly and grunting with obscene joy as he felt his iron 
hard cock slowly disappearing into the flaccid and unresisting flesh of her 
badly stretched little rectum. 

"God," he exclaimed, "I got it all the way up, you guys. All the fuckin' way 
up her asshole!" Besides loving to boast, Wrinkles loved to fuck and now 
that his cock was buried in deep he began promptly rocking slowly back and 
forth in order to widen the tortured back passage to his satisfaction. For a 
few minutes, he and Konrad slammed their respective cocks into Kiki in a 
haphazard, uncoordinated manner, grunting and laughing as the poor battered 
girl bounced back and forth between their two slippery bodies, the breath 
knocked out of Kiki's lungs by the rampant force of this bizarre rape. And, 
to make matters worse, Sonny was now dancing wildly up and down on the 
floor, his gigantic pulsating cock in his hands, practically delirious with 
joy as he watched the oriental girl being fucked half to death right before 
his eyes. 

"Hey. let's get together better, huh, you guys?" grunted Konrad as the rug 
seemed to be bucking and heaving. "Let's go into the bedroom, okay? My 
back's killin' me." 

All three dragged poor Kiki into the bedroom on the mansion's ground floor. 
Kiki couldn't wait to feel the two hard pricks back up inside her cunt and 
anus. God, both holes were on fire from the hot, punching cocks. 

Once on the bed with Sonny kneeling on a pillow, both Konrad and Wrinkles 
shoved their instruments back home and now they pushed and pulled more 
comfortably, more or less simultaneously, and Kiki's body seemed to fill up 
with charges of fiery alternating current as one achingly hard cock plunged 
into the yielding submissive depths of her body and abruptly withdrew as the 
other up her anus took its place. 

"Now... now, both together!" cried Konrad, pitching into Kiki like a 
maddened bull. 'Together... together, Wrinkles!" 

"Aaaaaaaaggggggghhhhh!" groaned Kiki, now half out of her mind as the two 
men, timing their strokes, plunged home into her body simultaneously. But 
the degrading treatment she was receiving from the two men was always 
displaced by the intense pleasure both rockhard cocks were giving her 
feverish body at the same time. 

Tentatively, Kiki's hips began to rotate in tiny circles as the lust in her 
overheated body began to spread and ripple out over her naked 
voluptuousness. Then, suddenly, Sonny was kneeling by her head, arranging 
his body so that Kiki's flushed, perspiring face stared up at his long, 
pulsating rod which was suspended over her open lips like the prow of a 
ship. 

"Okay," said Sonny, his face still frozen in that weird terrifying smile, 
"you're gonna suck a little cock, China gal. And you'll love it while 
they're up your cunt and ass." He taunted her cruelly, taking his 
bludgeoning instrument in both hands and rubbing it humiliatingly around the 
corners of her rosy mouth. He expected that this, at least, would cause her 
to rebel, but he didn't count on the extreme lust overwhelming Kiki as she 
was ready for anything by now and she simply smiled up at him, opened her 
mouth wide and sucked his enormous cock into her mouth and began slurping on 
it instantly as the two other cocks were reaming in and out of her soaking 
wet cunt and anus in a rhythm that was sure to drive the poor, young 
oriental girl right out of her mind. 

Yes, now Kiki's body was filled with prick. She was doing everything a woman 
could do for a man and she was doing it all at once for three men. Reveling 
in this, Kiki's first orgasm swept over her without warning and she found 
herself a little amazed at how easy it was for her to cum. 

Then Konrad began to grunt behind her, flinging out a stream of obscenities 
as his cock suddenly ballooned, nearly doubling in size, as his semen 
sprayed from his swollen testicles into the warmly receptive upper reaches 
of her thirsty vagina. And when she came, she came with him, sucking Sonny's 
cock so far down her throat in her newfound ecstasy that the smiling biker 
feared her teeth might chop it off. 

But it was Wrinkles, thrusting up her anus, who was scheduled to be next, 
closing his eyes and shoving his hot rod of flesh with all his strength as a 
sudden shocking spasm took possession of his plunging body. Kiki had just 
floated back to earth from Konrad's orgasm when she was ready for take-off 
immediately and she went up with Wrinkles, his rigidly quivering cock-shaft 
crushing hard against the ridges of her anus. This cum seemed to go on 
forever for Kiki and for Wrinkles, too, as he pumped his hot sticky sperm 
violently up into her hungrily sucking anus, her muscles she was now 
learning to use milking every drop of his cum out of his spurting cock. 

And then at last it was Sonny's turn and he knew it, watching as his 
companions in crime moved back away from the sweating oriental gal whose 
long black hair was plastered on her shoulders, neck and delicious breasts, 
beads of sweat running like streamlets in the lovely valley between them. 

Sonny's burning cock was halfway down Kiki's throat and he wanted to prolong 
his intense pleasure, to make it last much longer but the sight of all this 
ecstasy was too much for him and this included Kiki's cooperation which he 
had never expected, for now she was giving his cock everything she had, even 
squeezing and pinching his hairy testicles as she sucked furiously and 
caressed his cock with her twirling tongue, rubbing it over her cheeks, her 
eyes and stimulating him beyond belief. 

Sonny came, very hard, his hot sperm spraying recklessly deep into the back 
of Kiki's throat as he fiercely clutched her long black hair lest she try to 
escape her fate... but Kiki was right with him, gulping ravenously, sucking 
and drinking him as if his cum were nectar, nibbling and sucking on his 
slowly deflating penis like a mother cat licking her newborn. She couldn't 
get enough! 

For a long while she lay there on the bed. She could hear the bikers 
dressing, the snap of their heavy leather belt buckles and the click of 
their booted heels. All three of them were almost completely exhausted and 
they knew it... Konrad and Sonny couldn't remember when they'd shot their 
load like that! 

Finally she sat up slowly. She looked at them. "Did I make you all happy?" 

Sonny lowered his head but the smile on his face remained. He said nothing. 

Both Konrad and Wrinkles looked sheepish and neither had an answer when Kiki 
repeated herself. 

"Now," she said, tempting the Fates because she wasn't sure how to manage 
them any further, but feeling that her timing was just right that is, if the 
noises she heard out on the portico near the pool were the ones she expected 
to hear, "now, if you'll just tell me where I can meet you tomorrow, 
somewhere in the city, I'll start getting my things together tonight and 
leave these stuck-up creeps in the morning." 

"Oh, c'mon, baby," said Konrad. "We got room for that delicious little ass 
of yours, haven't we, you guys?" 

"Sure do! We sure have," said Wrinkles. 

Sonny said nothing but took her hand. He started leading her out the door 
into the corridor and it was here that Kiki saw the glint on the shotgun 
barrel. 

She walked just a few paces with Sonny and then she dived into a closet. 
Just as she did, three horrifying shotgun blasts roared inside the mansion 
and in less time than it takes to tell, Konrad and Wrinkles had their heads 
blown off while the blast that ripped through Sonny's chest, killing him 
instantly, did not do a speck of damage to his smiling face. His weird 
features looked as animated in death as they did in life. 

Kiki crawled out of the closet. Tony stood with the smoking shotgun looking 
out of glazed eyes, then he swayed and collapsed on the rug... 

 Chapter Six 

Kiki didn't remember the shock and fatigue that suddenly overwhelmed her 
physically and she fell exhausted to the rug that quickly began to suck up 
the blood from the three murdered bikers' bodies as it poured out of eye 
sockets and other punctures in the pellet-blasted bodies Tony Worthington 
had shotgunned to death before he himself fell into a dead faint. 

Thus when Kiki finally awakened she had no really good idea where she was. 
Her heavily lidded eyes, the result of a doctor having given her a strong 
sedative, refused to open wide until she forced them and then she found 
herself looking up at a decorated ceiling, a lavish painting of nymphets and 
angels flying whisply around in a star-studded heavenly blue sky with 
pinkish furry clouds and she could almost hear the birds twittering at 
eventide. 

As usual, she was stark naked but she seemed to be lying in an opulently 
luxurious bed in a room suitable for a French Queen. Through 
filmy-curtained, high floor to ceiling windows, she could see the sun 
already high in the sky, sending long yellow shafts of warm, comforting 
light ,across the inlaid wooden floor. As she let herself drift back up into 
consciousness, the horrid, bloody events of the previous evening rumbled 
back into her mind. And now she was slowly recalling everything, Tony being 
taken away in an ambulance, the frantic doctor, the parents of the other 
socialites taking charge and then the sudden appearance of a kindly, well 
preserved middle-aged woman who treated Kiki with such a motherly tenderness 
the oriental girl now believed it was in her comforting arms she had finally 
collapsed. Then, suddenly, like a bolt out of the blue, Kiki remembered. The 
woman, yes, she was Tony's mother. With her daughter, Nancylee, she had 
returned unexpectedly from a cruise to the U.S. Virgin Islands, her 
frivolous, man-about-town husband, Anthony Brighton Worthington III, Tony's 
father, following as soon as he could manage his affairs, which was to 
cancel several clandestine meetings with some voodoo queens he'd met at a 
local carnival up in the mountains of St. Thomas. Yes, but yes, Kiki was 
remembering everything, all the confusion... Nancylee screaming that her 
brother was dying... the two young girls the hoodlums had locked up in the 
bathhouse running around hysterically naked, one of them completely splashed 
by Tony's life blood... and then the disgustingly morbid scene of the 
removal of the three blasted bodies of the thugs who had started all the 
trouble and then the servants who had flown back with Mrs. Worthington 
cleaning and mopping up the blood and pieces of human flesh that had 
splattered all over everything. It had been thoroughly ghastly and Kiki 
didn't wonder that it had been enough to knock her out. 

But now, surprisingly enough, she felt immeasurably better. She stretched 
her lovely body luxuriously and then raising up allowed her eyes to roam 
over her magnificently upthrust breasts, linger on her pert, nipple buds and 
then glide down to her narrow waist, down further to the mossy glen of curly 
black pussy hair guarding the portals of her delicious slit. As she 
appraised and examined her long, symmetrical legs and looked at her dainty 
feet and toes, she came to the conclusion that the three thugs fucking her 
simultaneously with their cocks up her anus, up her pussy and deep down her 
throat had done little if any harm to her. Yes, her anus was still tender 
but that would go away she was sure. 

Suddenly the door to the lovely room opened and Kiki quickened, reaching for 
a silky sheet to cover her glorious nakedness. 

"Oh, little darling," said an aristocratic woman's voice, "it is only me... 
and you needn't bother being shy." The voice was soft and friendly and very 
soothing. Kiki knew at once that this had to be Tony's mother. It was 
obvious that her socialite son had inherited his majestic bearing and his 
breeding and exquisite manners from her. 

It was after she and Mr. Worthington had a quiet conversational breakfast 
together, both sitting on the bed, Kiki's adorable body completely naked and 
the older woman's eyes traveling over it appreciably every chance she had, 
that it suddenly dawned on Kiki that she really liked this family. 

The wealthy socialite's gratitude to Kiki for the part she played in 
distracting the three hoodlums and actually sacrificing her youthful body so 
that her precious son, Tony, wasn't mortally harmed a fact both agreed could 
have taken place if Kiki hadn't had the courage to intervene was immense! 

"I don't know how you did it, my little darling," said Mrs. Worthington, 
just the suggestion of a tear in her eye. "Those three terrible, filthy men 
all touching your lovely white body and the dreadful things they probably 
did to you... oh, Heaven help us!" 

It was here that Kiki took the older woman's hand and patted it, telling her 
that she had simply shifted her degree of consciousness from one plateau to 
another and thus that she was able to tolerate the pain and the gross 
humiliation to which she'd been exposed. Then speaking slowly and 
reflectively, Kiki told Mrs. Worthington little stories of her life and 
finally the entire truth of how she'd met her son, Tony, and how eternally 
grateful she would be to him - and basically that was the principle reason 
for her sacrificing her body and her morality for the life of her son. 

Tony's mother cried softly throughout the long story telling, her hands 
caressing Kiki's thighs or her fingers trailing loosely over Kiki's arm as 
the older woman listened with rapt attention to everything the young girl 
said. 

Then as the sun's rays became wider and late afternoon shadows were 
gathering and the sympathetic woman had received the latest report from the 
hospital that after plastic surgery her son would be like new in just a week 
or so, the conversation between her and Kiki turned toward Nancylee. 

Mrs. Worthington was becoming more and more impressed with Kiki's maturity, 
her attitude toward life and its problems. Although she gave no indication 
to the young girl, she found many of the things Kiki said inspiring and 
strangely constructive, especially in her criticism of her son and the other 
socialites she'd met at the grand ball in the Metropolitan Hotel. All in 
all, Kiki seemed more wise and worldly than any young girl she'd ever met; 
and the more aware of this fact Tony's mother became, as her long intimate 
conversation with Kiki continued, the more convinced the older woman was 
that although it would be taking a risk in confiding her problems with her 
daughter to Kiki, perhaps it was a well advised risk. To tell the truth, 
Kiki's opinions and attitudes seemed more therapeutic to Mrs. Worthington 
than all the costly clinical advice and counseling she'd undergone in the 
see-saw management of Nancylee's multiple sexual problems. Not one of the 
expensive psychiatrists to whom Nancylee had gone to since her "trauma" 
began had any clear insight into the young girl's problem, and check after 
check paid out to these genuine, well-qualified practitioners of psychic 
philosophy appeared to Nancylee's mother to be nothing more than throwing 
good money away - even though it wasn't her money. Mr. Worthington was 
Nancylee's father; she was only her mother... 

At last Mrs. Worthington asked Kiki the question: "My dear, do you think you 
could help Nancylee, even a little bit... to better understand herself? Who 
she is, what she is, I mean, sexually, of course?" The older woman sighed. 
"To tell you the truth, her father and I have just about given up, but I 
wonder I just wonder," she went on, "if you couldn't do the poor child some 
good ... I mean, your having had so much "honest" experience with the 
opposite sex, my dear." Kiki would never forget looking up into Mrs. 
Worthington's sad grey eyes and answering that if the Fates saw fit for her 
to be of service, that's the way it would be... Kiki closed her eyes. Wang 
would be so proud of her now. * * * It was mid morning the following day. 
When Kiki awakened this time she knew where she was... the delicious scent 
of springtime in the air, the chirping song-birds ... in the distance the 
sound of a dog barking happily... and then, the tantalizing aroma of bacon 
and eggs and home-brewed coffee and toast. Everything was so marvelous Kiki 
could even smell the butter melting..., Nancylee looked more than skeptical 
when she entered Kiki's new suite of rooms in the Worthington mansion into 
which Kiki had moved at Mrs. Worthington's urging. ("Darling, you'll love 
it, the view, the intimacy, the comfort you live only once, my dear. Never 
forget that!") 

Kiki arranged the shortie, chiffon and very transparent nightie she wore as 
she looked up at Nancylee approaching. The young frigid girl (her mother's 
words) was the typical American girl one expected to see lovely, tall, 
supple and slender with exquisitely rounded breasts that hardly jiggled as 
she walked. Nancylee was a child of light where as Kiki, because of her 
oriental heritage, was a fascinating creature of the mysterious darkness, 
her hair, her clear skin and her blue eyes all smoldering and sensual. 

As Nancylee smiled a very brief smile and sat down at the foot of Kiki's 
bed, her long hair caught the sunlight and its auburn tint reflected the 
sunbeams. 

"My mother told me last night that maybe you and I should have a little 
talk, Kiki, but I did want to thank you myself personally for what you did 
for our family for my brother, especially. We all like him so much even if 
he is a bit of a snob at times." 

For some minutes the two girls talked back and forth, each feeling out the 
other for differences in attitudes, opinions and the like to see if they 
could like each other and it wasn't long before each felt eager to know the 
other much better. 

"Mother said you could teach me lots of things about men. I guess she told 
you this horror I have for them, how they just turn me off, how ugly and 
brutal they all are that is, except my brother but then," she sighed 
forlornly, "he is my brother, isn't he and that..." She sighed and lowered 
her eyes with another sigh of exasperation and resignation. 

"I know what you mean, honey," said Kiki. Then the young oriental girl got 
right down to the point. "Your mother told me all about your sexual problems 
..." 

"Everything? Even about my cumming... which is a real problem... even in 
masturbation," she said haltingly with just a touch of flushed embarrassment 
reflected in her lovely eyes. 

"Yes, Nancylee, that too, honey." She paused and let her eyes flow over 
Nancylee's body. She wore a tight blouse and Kiki could tell that 
underneath, her gorgeous breasts were bare. Then once when Nancylee shifted 
her legs, Kiki was almost certain she'd caught a glimpse of silky blonde 
cuntal hair between her smooth white thighs - unless the panties the young 
beautiful debutante wore were skin tight and colored a soft, pale yellow 
like early morning sunlight. Then her exquisite eyes roved over Nancylee's 
exquisite face. "Is it that you just don't like men, maybe, honey?" 

"Tell the truth, mother said. Well, not too much," she replied, wrinkling 
her nose and looking cute and pixyish like the beautiful young heiress she 
was. "But I've never made it with a girl either," she smiled softly, her 
eyes nodding towards Kiki's half exposed breasts, so ripe and swollen and 
exciting in the soft light filtering through the filmy curtains and casting 
dancing shadows on the expensive sheets. "I'm just not a very sexy person. 
Maybe that's all it is and the doctors just can't accept that because of how 
sexy I look. Maybe it's that, do you think, Kiki?" 

"Let's see you nude, honey." "Do you really want to, Kiki? Just asking me 
that gives me the shivers." 

"Is that bad or good, honey?" Nancylee laughed softly as she began to 
unbutton her blouse, "Good! It made me tingle all over, especially down 
here," she said, brushing her lacquered fingertips over her pubic mound and 
then giggling with her eyes beaming into Kiki's. 

When she took off the skirt, Kiki wasn't at all surprised that Nancylee was 
entirely naked. And her body was exquisitely shaped, and every inch sensuous 
and enticing. Kiki wet her lips with her tongue and let her eyes caress 
every inch of Nancylee's dazzling nakedness. 

The young heiress sat down on the bed again but this time closer to Kiki who 
had now thrown off the sheet and made no effort to pull the nightie tight, 
the flaps gaping open and exposing almost all of Kiki's delightfully naked 
body. 

"I've never been this naked with another girl," said Nancylee, "and you've 
got a beautiful body. Mother says you told her you have no trouble cumming 
at all, huh?" 

"No, none," Kiki replied. "When I want it to happen after the build-up ..." 

"... the build-up?" interrupted the debutante. 

"Yes, after the joy gets you so hot you feel you want to pee all over and 
you don't care what you pee on or if you're dressed or even in public... 
then you, I mean, well, I concentrate down here." Kiki cupped her bare pussy 
after kicking off the sheet and spread her legs far apart to expose her 
prominent hair-lined cuntal slit to Nancylee's probing eyes. Slowly Kiki 
wormed her middle finger up into her wetly clasping vagina and squirmed and 
humped her buttocks in short rapid jerks. "And then with a little more 
concentration, Zap, I'm cumming," the young oriental girl laughed, suddenly 
pulling her knees up under her chin and hugging them close as she grinned at 
the naked heiress whose eyes seemed riveted between Kiki's ivory smooth 
thighs through which her soft downy vaginal lips peeped out. 

"Oh, I wish that could happen to me," sighed Nancylee. "Life is so dull for 
me. Nothing turns me on. I'm so bored and nobody, not even the specialists, 
can find out what's wrong with me, Kiki. What do you think it is. C'mon, 
tell me. I can take it. Be honest, please." 

"Okay," Kiki smiled prettily, "come up here closer to me and we'll give it a 
try, honey. I won't promise anything but at least well try, okay?" 

Nancylee hugged the almond-eyed girl and put Kiki much further at ease and 
when the younger girl's perfumed skin, so satiny and nice to touch, came 
closer, Kiki found herself intoxicated by her nearness; she shivered herself 
a little as she hugged the naked girl closer and they began rubbing their 
lips together, and finally their two tongues met, tentatively before 
Nancylee sighed threw a curvaceous long leg over Kiki's body and began 
undulating and rubbing her sparsely haired cunt slowly on Kiki's bare thigh. 

"Oh this feels so good," Nancylee moaned softly, her eyes flashing, her 
superb body trembling and her breasts seeming to swell up as they rubbed 
intimately against Kiki's. The feel of Nancylee's two tiny nuggets of lust 
sent a lascivious thrill of excitement through Kiki's body, the girl's erect 
hard nipples tingling like two tiny cocks. Kiki bent down and, pushing 
Nancylee back away a little, began licking and sucking on them; at the time 
she felt the young heiress caressing her bare back, her hands running down 
to her thighs and once between them tentatively before climbing back up to 
her naked shoulders. 

Then when Kiki was suddenly inspired to nibble on the excitingly hard 
nipples... that did it! With a grunt and then a groan of unconcealed lust, 
the blonde debutante rolled over on her left side trapping Kiki's small hand 
and agile fingers between her moist thighs, her own hands reaching out in an 
agony of long-repressed desire, her body thrilling to an erotic excitement 
that rippled and washed over her from head to toe with an ecstasy she didn't 
believe possible. 

"Oh... Kiki... oh, honey," Nancylee gasped in growing ecstasy, and the 
oriental girl felt her full sumptuous breasts rubbing more lewdly against 
Nancylee's pointedly taut little nipples, sending wave after wave of 
intensely erotic excitement through Kiki's supercharged body. 

Well, thought Kiki to herself, something's happening and it was quite 
apparent Nancylee was thoroughly enjoying herself her mouth laving and her 
tongue licking over Kiki's face, her neck and her naked shoulders and even 
under her perspiring armpits... Nancylee's darting tongue tantalizing and 
teasing as Kiki rubbed vigorously against the excited young girl whose 
inhibitions had suddenly ceased to exist... 

Kiki yielded herself to the young girl's urgent caresses and felt her own 
excitement mount higher and higher. Surrendering, she sucked Nancylee's 
tongue into her own mouth and then chewed on it voraciously and hungrily as 
the young girl swarmed all over her. As they made love, Kiki rolled over on 
top of the young girl, feeling an extra tingle of excitement run through her 
nervous system when she felt her breasts crushing insistently into 
Nancylee's, while her curly black hair-lined cunt ground mercilessly down 
against the blonde girl's welcoming pussy. Kiki could feel Nancylee's 
super-hardened little clitoris, rigid and quivering with excitement, 
pressing up against her own, and both young girls opened their legs widely 
in some desperate effort to take advantage of this intensely satisfying 
contact. 

"Ohoooooooo, God... Oh, honey... this is just heavenly," Nancylee groaned in 
a state of pure animal lust as Kiki, on top of her writhing body, fucked and 
ground her pussy powerfully against Nancylee's light hair-lined trembling 
cunt. The young heiress was slowly losing all self-control and Kiki could 
now feel the hotly excited body beneath her own begin to quiver and shiver 
with erotic joy. Nancylee's mind was beginning to shatter, her fantasies 
explode, her myths collide with one another by the unexpected and sudden 
realization that she could enjoy having sex with another female and that 
this wonderful new experience would surely lead her into another 
exhilarating circus of sex where she would probably, with the hoped-for 
cooperation of Kiki, learn how not only to tolerate but thoroughly enjoy a 
man in bed, love sucking his cock, squeezing his balls, fucking him ... all 
the things some psychological block now denied her and which she well 
realized was contributing to her ever-growing daily depression and gross 
unhappiness. 

Suddenly the young heiress wailed a special agonizing moan, her body going 
tense and rigid as if her every muscle were convulsing simultaneously and 
her fingernails dug sharply into the tender flesh of Kiki's firm buttocks... 

"... ohooooo, ohooooooo, Kiki... Kiki! Oh, honey! Is this ... is this... 
ittttttttt? Is this an org... oh, honey... isssss thissssss? God. Oh no! No! 
I mean, yes... yesssssssss! Honey honey ... I think. Oh, God, I'm... 
I'mmmmmcummmming! Oh, God, God!" she screamed. "Aaaaaggggggghhhhhhh!!" 

If she's not cumming, thought Kiki, she was on the brink of death and the 
undertaker ought to be alerted. Kiki lay still and clasped her new friend 
tightly as Nancylee writhed under her, sweating, her tongue lashing, her 
fingernails scratching and raking all over Kiki's hot young body as Nancylee 
continued to convulse under her, her lips parted, soft whimpers followed by 
a variety of grunting and groaning noises Kiki had never heard. 

"Oh, God. Oh, Christ in Heaven," yelled Nancylee, her eyes flashing. "Oh, 
Kiki. Oh, thank you, honey. Thank you. Thank you... oh, yesssss, thank you 
for teaching me, for being so patient... oh, my darling. You made me cum. 
You did it!" 

"Well, I'm so happy for you," said Kiki, laying her head on Nancylee's 
heaving breasts, now so sweaty and so salty tasting and so sweet smelling 
when Kiki rubbed her face over their wet silkiness as Nancylee pressed her 
face close and sucked on her ear and fondled and caressed Kiki's luscious 
body. 

"Oh, my darling, my little Kiki, how can I ever pay you back for what you've 
done? Oh, darling," she squealed happily, "Just wait until I tell mother 
what we did together, how thrilled she'll be that I do have it in me to have 
some sex fun after all. Oh, she'll be so thrilled, so happy and so thrilled, 
Kiki." 

Well, Kiki, wasn't all so certain about this, even suggesting that Mrs. 
Worthington might even take the matter so seriously as to expel her from the 
premises. "We're not sure just what our mother's attitudes are about 
lesbianism," said Kiki. 

"Oh, darling...,you're such a prig... " Nancylee laughed, "Don't you worry. 
That's the last thing that'll occur to mother. If an elephant could have 
given me an orgasm, broken down my silly inhibitions, mother would be 
ecstatic... oh, honey," Nancylee squealed, squirming and humping her 
cum-soaked pussy up against Kiki's... "Let's run and tell mother. I just 
know she'll be dying to hear what went on between us ..." Chapter Seven 

The initial reaction of Mrs. Anthony Worthington to her debutante daughter's 
smiling, open-faced, bright-eyed, often giggly and terribly detailed 
description (several intimate nuances shocking Kiki herself) was really 
completely opposite of what the slightly nervous Kiki her fingers, her toes 
and several long strands of her pussy hair crossed anticipated. Sighting the 
glint in the socialite's happy eyes a split second before the older woman 
literally flew from her chair to embrace Kiki, the lovely, blue-eyed 
oriental girl over whom, if over no one else, the Fates hovered sleeplessly 
day after night, Kiki was simply overwhelmed with Nancylee's mother's 
gratitude. It was boundless, all-embracing, and although Kiki tried 
seriously several times to interrupt, protesting feebly that what she had 
done for Nancylee, really, anyone could have done providing the 
circumstances were equal. 

Kiki found herself suddenly wealthy and not only with a shoe box full of 
cash Mrs. Worthington retrieved from a safe in her bedroom where this joyful 
event took place, but with a check drawn on a Mexican bank for the sum of 
$50,000 ("I would have gleefully paid that to any psychiatrist who could 
have cured my darling!") Kiki was speechless and also slightly embarrassed 
as she lay sprawled out on the wide, leather sofa, Nancylee embracing her 
and fondling her luscious breasts so strikingly naked and all of this right 
in front of the debutante's mother... who babbled on endlessly about the 
future, now that her daughter's gigantic sex problem had been solved, and 
this was a precious key that would open many locked doors... 

But it wasn't until Nancylee's nimble fingers began slithering up and down 
Kiki's silky thigh, the lacquered, well-manicured nails tantalizingly close 
to the licentiously visible, pink pussy lips inside the thick forest of 
dark, curly hair, that Kiki started biting her lower lip and just wishing 
she could be totally alone with the fiery-eyed young heiress who was now so 
proud of her accomplishment, her deliciously naked body generating like a 
radiator, tiny, silvery beads of love-sweat building up out of her pores and 
especially between her luscious breasts, nipples of which Kiki found 
irresistible to her utter astonishment, never having given that much thought 
to the erotic possibilities of another young girl's ripe breasts. To tell 
the truth, Kiki's mouth watered every time she'd stare at them, her fingers 
itching to fondle and caress... 

"Listen, my young darlings!" said Mrs. Worthington, obviously excited by the 
lavish display of wanton nakedness on the sofa across from the chaise lounge 
in which she was reclining, stroking her gleaming silver cigarette holder 
thoughtfully, "there's so much work to do, I mean, well you both 
understand," she smiled softly, winking and referring discreetly to the 
final burial of the bodies her one and only son had shot to death in the 
living room. "Your father," she said, brightening, "is due for luncheon and 
the kitchen staff is going insane because the new French chef is out of his 
mind ... ah, well, children, he off with you, my darlings, and be happy 
together," she smiled serenely. She folded her aristocratic hands. "Your 
father, my dear Nancylee, is going to be simply overjoyed to learn that our 
precious Kiki here has been able to... shall we say... enliven your..." With 
this Mrs. W. flew out of the solarium, the tattoo of her sharp spiked high 
heels on the polished parqueted floor making a noise that for no explainable 
reason sparked a flame inside Kiki's moist pussy to which she reacted 
suddenly with a violent tremor. She clung to Nancylee and they kissed 
passionately. 

"I told you mother would be happy, didn't I?" 

Kiki shivered as she felt Nancylee's eager fingers caressing and squeezing 
her ripe, sw6llen breasts, then the young debutante's pink lips brushing 
over Kiki's bare shoulders... then Nancylee's flickering tongue as it swept 
over Kiki's taut tingling nipples at the same time the debutante's fingers 
pinched and teased the excited buds. * * * God, how time flies, Kiki was 
thinking. In the near distance she could hear the noise of clashing shovels 
and spades and then muted voices wafted by the gentle spring breezes that 
swept over the luxurious gardens of the Worthington estate. As she lay in 
Nancylee's arms, she could imagine Mrs. Worthington supervising the mass 
burial at the gravesite somewhere back in the wooded area behind the 
sumptuous mansion. Kiki wondered what Wang would think...,what his attitude 
would be about Tony's slaughtering the three brutish Hell's Angels. Time and 
again as Nancylee caressed her feverish body, Kiki wondered also about how 
the Fates were dealing with her slender Korean friend, Wang. 

After a while Kiki had lost count, actually lost count of how many times 
she'd cum and to tell the truth, she wasn't sure she could afford to cum 
again... that's how weakened she was by Nancylee's furious love-making, 
Nancylee's gratefulness for what Kiki had given her, compelling the young 
sexy heiress to please and satisfy the delicious oriental to the point of 
actually ignoring Kiki's feeble, half-hearted attempts to push Nancylee 
away, to stop her teasing fingers and her tickling tongue. 

"Oh, God... oh, yessssssssss," Kiki would whimper as Nancylee tantalized her 
pussy half to death with her eager fingers, how her fingernails would scrape 
over Kiki's naked bottom, how they'd pinch her tender flesh, how they'd make 
an idle promise and then keep it, pitching Kiki into a frenzy of multiple 
vaginal convulsions, Kiki squirming, writhing on the bed, her eyes soft and 
glazed as one ecstasy after another.. . 

Oh, what perfect bliss! 

"Kiki... Kiki, my darling ... oh, Kiki," Nancylee would squeal with delight, 
"this is all so heavenly... oh, darling, I could eat you alive. Really, I 
could eat you alive ... all of you, your little toes... oh, Kiki ..!" 

There would be a long silence, Kiki breathing softly, then her breath coming 
faster... faster until she'd be writhing and humping her burning loins, 
twisting and squirming, her eyes rolling in her head as Nancylee would plead 
with her, "oh, just one more time, darling, Kiki... one more time, oh, 
please, baby, let me love you. Let me consume you, oh, let me... oh, I die 
like this," she would whimper, her stunning body sweating as if she'd been 
in a sauna, her downy armpits dripping hot, sweet-smelling sweat, her pussy 
sopping wet, her clitoris burning... her nipples hot and eager for 
Nancylee's sharp teeth... 

"Just one more time," she pleaded again, Kiki trying to relax her trembling 
body, then spreading her long legs lasciviously apart as she prepared 
herself to be tongue-fucked again into a frenzy of mindless sexual delirium, 
deciding that there were some fabulous gifts she could never never never 
bring herself to refuse. As Nancylee's hot tongue explored the soft pink 
flesh of Kiki's moistly palpitating cunt, as her questing tongue flickered 
and darted, Kiki verged on the brink of going passionately insane, her 
saliva-filled vagina throbbing, churning and convulsing to the point Kiki 
thought she'd pass out. 

Kiki would hear herself sobbing and then she would glance up at Nancylee 
who, until that very morning, had been genuinely innocent, protected from 
the joy of hot sex by the simple fact that she was just simply frightened of 
men... and also (regrettably) too ignorant to realize that she truly liked 
women instead. But in the course of a couple of transsexual cohabitations 
with Kiki, everything had changed - and so dramatically, for the young, 
terribly sexy, heiress. She would never never never be the same again. Kiki 
gripped Nancylee so tightly the debutante's pussy exploded into yet another 
orgasm, this one as equally violent as the others, the girl shivering like a 
leaf and moaning, groaning and making animal sounds that were sweet music to 
the young oriental girl's ears... 

"I adore you...I adore you," Kiki kept whispering. "Oh, lick... yesssss, 
mmmmmmmmm, oh... oh, God. God!" 

Every sound from Nancylee was muffled except for now and then, a gurgle in 
her throat, a gurgle of erotic joy and this exciting noise encouraging 
Kiki... 

Using her hands, Kiki pushed the sleekly churning surfaces of Nancylee's 
thighs wide open, burying her happy smiling face voraciously between the 
girl's silky thighs, her lips closing over Nancylee's hot clitoris with 
savage delight. 

Carried away now by her own innate lesbian tendencies, Kiki began to suck 
pussy with all her strength, emulating the heiress, licking, thirsting, 
sucking and thrusting her agile tongue obscenely into the quivering, 
lust-inflated passage of Nancylee's cunt while the debutante groaned out the 
intensity of her insatiable sexual needs. 

As the days passed and Kiki was never happier - the two girls were spending 
more and more time together, but not always in bed. Nancylee taught the 
lovely oriental girl how to ride bareback on the proud stallion the heiress 
gave Kiki as a present. Together they went swimming both in the luxurious, 
lighted pool and also in the quiet pond on the huge property. Often they 
were joined by some of Nancylee's close friends, boys and girls, all upper 
class and sometimes foolish, but nevertheless, friendly to Kiki but at the 
same time a bit stuffy as these people tend to be. 

After Tony was finally released from the expensive hospital and declared 
physically fit and looking even more handsome from the long rest and the 
curative sunlamps, (the only visible sign of the past horror was a tracing 
of soon-to-be-sloughed-off scar tissue of the motorcycle thug's initial) the 
scion of the tremendously wealthy family fell madly in love with Kiki and if 
ever there was a case of sibling rivalry, a brother and sister vying for 
Kiki's tender love and erotic passion, this was it. 

But the Fates were to reign as usual. The intense and hateful jealousy often 
manifested in sexual "triangles" of this nature showed its face only once or 
twice before the trio was able to understand the strangely unique and 
bizarre position in which they found themselves. 

And when the Fates finally intervened, that is to say, put their foot down 
in the form of the arrival of Tony's father, the illustrious Worthington 
senior's grand manner literally swept the ravishing Kiki right off her feet. 
Being addicted to "misunderstanding" and rightfully attributing this 
idiosyncrasy to aging, he shocked the entire household, leaving them with 
their aristocratic mouths gaping open as he carried a smiling (naturally 
naked) Kiki out to the waiting helicopter. 

Smiling broadly, he yelled out to his son: "Tony," he said, the spinning 
blades of the whirlybird almost drowning out his words, "take care of your 
mother and sister for me, okay... ?" 

"But father...!" 

"Daddy, you just... you just can't...!" cried out Nancylee. 

"Anthony!" declared Mrs. Worthington, "Have you lost your mind again? Your 
behavior is positively preposterous!" 

"Keep the homefires burning..." was Worthington Senior's last remark as he 
slammed the aircraft's door closed. 

"Where to, sir?" grinned the nattily dressed pilot, his eyes flashing, 
Kiki's dazzling nakedness more sensuously provocative than ever... 

"Gosh, you'll have to wait a second or two," said the older man. "I forgot 
something." With this he flung open the chopper door and, ducking, ran under 
the blades toward the mansion. 

No sooner was he clear of the chartered aircraft than it eased off the green 
grass and gracefully floated away... 


End
