A Ravished Couple
by Jackson Robard
(LLP-654)


CHAPTER ONE 

Dino Martelli was elated to have finally found a job. The long weeks of 
standing in long lines at the unemployment office had not managed to humble 
the handsome man even though he knew that there were millions of others, 
capable men like himself forced to live off the meager unemployment 
insurance checks. 

His position would not be fully utilizing his abilities as an accountant but 
the job as an inventory clerk was at least a foot in the door and his 
supervisor, Ziggy Zicarelli had promised that there would be further 
advancement for a smart man who was able to keep his mouth shut and his eyes 
on his work. 

Dino had not fully comprehended the statement about keeping his mouth shut. 
He interpreted his supervisor's statement to just mean keeping his nose to 
the grindstone which he was more than willing to do. The new employee had 
been more than astonished at Ziggy's attitude when he had gone to see him 
with his findings. 

"Ziggy, I worked my lunch hour today to investigate something that seemed 
really peculiar. Maybe you could explain it to me," Dino asked eagerly, 
pleased to have proved himself such an eager employee after only two weeks 
on the job. 

"What's that?" Ziggy asked frowning slightly but still not betraying any 
emotion on his craggy features. 

"Well, today in the stock room I came across two of our invoices that were 
stamped Santori Brothers, Olive Oil, you know the regular ones ... " 

"Dino, I'm familiar with our company name and the appearance of the 
invoices," Ziggy said dryly. "That's what I'm trying to tell you. At first I 
thought the second invoice was just a duplicate but then I noticed that the 
crates contained some kind of plastic bottles mixed in with the cans of oil. 
Do you think our Italian supplier is trying to pull some kind of a fast one 
by increasing the weight or something?" 

Ziggy stared at Martelli. Was this guy some kind of a jerk or something? 
Surely he knew what the extra bottles contained. The bottles, after all, 
were the reason for the Santori Brothers Olive Oil Company. Dino had been 
given a recommendation from one of their Pittsburgh connections, a kid he 
had known since they were boys together in New York's Little Italy. Tony had 
said Dino was cool and was hip to their setup. From the look on the new 
employee's face Ziggy doubted it. Jesus, Ziggy thought, I've got to squelch 
this somehow without the boss hearing about this. If he thinks I've hired 
some big mouth green guy that's going to spill the works to the feds, I'm 
going to wind up in the East River myself. 

Ziggy got up from the table and stamped out his cigarette casually. "I don't 
think the Italian supplier would be pulling a fast one as you call it. 
Franco Santori's brother, Giovanni runs the operation from Naples and would 
hardly cheat himself. Just keep quiet about the bottles. You didn't even see 
them," he said looking meaningfully at the puzzled Dino. 

"Sure Ziggy," Dino said quickly not really understanding but beginning to 
have a strange inkling about the Santori Olive Oil Company. He was beginning 
to see from his short acquaintance with the business that olive oil could 
not possibly be supporting Franco Santori in his rumored affluence and that 
there was something a little suspicious about the whole operation but it was 
a job and the pay was certainly better than he had been making on 
unemployment insurance. He just couldn't go home and tell Anna that he had 
quit his job. She would be heartbroken. No, he would do his job to the best 
of his ability and do as he had been advised in the beginning. Keep his 
mouth shut. 

"Oh, by the way," Ziggy broke into his thoughts, "today's pay day," he said 
pulling a check out of his pocket and handing it to Dino. For Dino this 
softened the blow a little. This was his first real pay check in some time. 
Tonight he would be able to take Anna out for dinner. Already he was 
planning the evening trying earnestly to get his mind off his fears and 
suspicions about his desperately needed job which until this afternoon was 
seemingly heaven sent. 

* * * 

Dino greeted the waiter at the Tivoli and looked around with some surprise. 
Their neighborhood Italian restaurant had gone "uptown." The food at the 
Tivoli had always been special but the furnishings had always been modest. 
It had been several months since the couple had been able to afford a dinner 
out and Dino matched the look of surprise on Anna's face when they were 
shown to a table near a small stage that had certainly not been installed 
the last time they dined. 

But as Anna wound her way through the now crowded restaurants Dino couldn't 
help observing the envious looks he received from most of the men. He smiled 
smugly to himself as he watched his young wife's sensuous walk ahead of him. 

Anna was not as tall and long-legged as she appeared to be in the green 
clinging jersey dress he had bought for her and her classic chignon hairdo 
accentuated the effect. Her husband enjoyed the way her tautly rounded 
buttocks undulated smoothly under the soft fabric. Her waist above was so 
tiny and narrow that he could encircle it with his hands, but her gently 
curving hips flared out enticingly to the sides. She had a petulant little 
child's way of bending her satiny skinned neck as she held her head to one 
side that even after three years of marriage always made him feel a little 
aching sensation in the pit of his stomach when he looked at her. 

As the waiter pulled the chair out and Anna bent over Dino could see the 
tantalizing promise of her firmly ripened breasts. She's easily the most 
exciting woman in the place he thought with happiness. It had been so long 
since they had been able to afford to go out that he had almost forgotten 
the effect his wife had on other men. 

Happy though she was at the prospect of eating a meal in a restaurant, Anna, 
nevertheless, found herself worrying about the money it would cost. The 
Tivol had remodeled its premises and Anna realized that the cost would 
probably be reflected in the prices on their new elegant looking menu. 

Before she had a chance to look the waiter placed a martini in front of her 
and Anna took a sip and glanced at the menu. Her heart did a flip-flop. Most 
of the entrees cost what she and Dino had been living on for a week. Coming 
out to dinner so soon after her husband's first pay check only illustrated 
to her how totally irresponsible he was in their financial affairs. 

Anna did her best to work up a smile for him when he raised his glass and 
placed his hand over hers in a gesture of continuing devotion, but she 
couldn't bring herself to answer his beaming happiness with full conviction. 
Dino became aware of her faltering hesitation and he leaned over the table 
with a look of concern on his face. 

"What is it, cara?" he asked anxiously. "Didn't you feel like coming out to 
dinner with me?" 

Anna was instantly flooded with guilt feelings for being such a damper on 
their little dinner. He was only trying to please her. 

"No, of course not, darling," she answered quickly. "It's just that I didn't 
think we would be able to afford going out so soon," she said as the waiter 
brought the antipasto. "Don't be silly," he chided her gently. "We'll eat 
leftover minestrone at home all next week. I was just so fed up with never 
being able to take you out anywhere." He raised his half empty glass again 
and looked directly into her huge brown eyes. "So come on. Bottoms up and 
forget the money," he ordered with mock sternness, throwing the drink down 
his throat with one motion and immediately summoning their waiter to bring 
another. They had already had drinks before they left their apartment and he 
was feeling no pain. 

Anna had always loved his daring, good-humored way and in spite of her 
reservations, she suddenly felt better and downed the rest of her martini 
with him. The glasses were whisked away silently almost before she had set 
hers on the table, and she glanced pointedly at the menu lying on the table, 
hoping Dino would take the hint and order the dinner soon. Another martini 
would make four drinks for her and already she could feel her head beginning 
to spin. Besides, she knew even though Dino prided himself on his capacity 
for alcohol, he often was offensively drunk before he knew it was happening 
and she didn't want their night out to be ruined. 

With an inaudible sigh of thanks, Anna noticed that Dino had taken her hint 
and was poring over the menu with great care as he tried to decide on the 
meal. His wife took the opportunity to take a good look at the man she had 
married. Lord was it only three years ago? 

He had recently turned twenty-six and his face looked even more boyish and 
handsome to her now than it had when she married him three years ago. His 
dark longish hair was neat and well-groomed and his olive complexion with 
its dark eyes always made her feel a warm glow. He looked very elegant in 
his dark brown suit which was well-tailored to his slim muscular body. 

Dino was one of those personalities which seem to draw people to them. He 
was so good natured you couldn't help but like him and Anna knew that he was 
a hard worker. His wife uttered a little oath under her breath at the bad 
luck that had cursed them since their marriage. When Dino had lost his job 
when his company had gone bankrupt they had been certain that it wouldn't be 
long until he found another position. They had not reckoned on the harsh 
economic times and he had never been used to the fact that he was virtually 
without an income. 

Dino's total disregard for money had troubled Anna when she first met him 
since she was raised in a completely different kind of family. Although both 
of them were raised in New York in the section known as Little Italy their 
families could not have been more dissimilar. While Dino's father was a 
longshoreman with an Italian's penchant for beautiful women and drinking, 
Anna's father was a hard working frugal green grocer. 

"How about the fettuccine Alfredo?" Dino interrupted her train of thought. 
He was looking at her with those warmly expressive eyes that had first 
endeared him to her, his even white teeth showing in a wide, easy smile. 
"And what about following that with the veal piccata and a bottle of soave? 
Does that titillate your taste buds, Mrs. Martelli?" 

She tried to appear enthusiastic over his selection as the drink waiter 
reappeared with more drinks and the other waiter took their order. When they 
were alone again, Dino put Anna's drink in her fingers and they clinked 
their glasses together lightly. 

"To our future, a rich and happy life and to my beautiful, sexy wife," he 
toasted. 

"I'll drink to that," she replied with mock conceit and hoped her 
playfulness would disguise her true feeling of anxiousness over the money 
they were spending. He didn't seem to notice her nervous mood as he took a 
long swallow of his drink. She sipped hers carefully, not wanting to make 
the lightheadedness she was feeling more acute. The wine would make her 
senses haze over, but by then she would have begun her dinner. She picked at 
the antipasto plate and took a few bites to stave off the dizziness coming 
over her little by little. 

Dino was heartily digging into the hors-d'ouevres and Anna glanced around 
the restaurant for the first time since they had sat down. They had really 
done a fabulous job with the redecoration, she decided and she wondered 
where they had got the money. The major changes with the stage and 
everything must have cost a small fortune she decided. And then she tried to 
put all thoughts of money out of her mind. She was simply dwelling on it too 
much, putting a dollar and cents value on all forms of enjoyment. 

She glanced around at the clientele. It had changed considerably from the 
days when she and Dino had come in at least a couple of times a week. There 
was now a more chic uptown kind of crowd and some of the men looked to be a 
rougher type in spite of their expensive clothes and jewelry. She looked 
over beyond the stage and noticed a big cruel looking man staring at. her 
and she suddenly realized that he must have been fixing his gaze on her for 
some time. 

He seemed not to care that she had caught him in the act of staring and he 
continued to leer at her with a suggestive smile playing over his thick 
lips. She let her eyes fall to her plate again. She felt herself blushing in 
confusion as she unconsciously glanced in the stranger's direction and saw 
him run his tongue over his lips in a lewd gesture. 

The obscene expression on his fleshy face embarrassed her so much she almost 
choked and she was forced to cough lightly into her napkin. After that she 
tried to ignore him, but she could feel his hot lecherous eyes boring into 
her the whole time she was trying to eat. Anna had had lots of men stare at 
her but never in her whole life had she seen such a brazen display of animal 
lust. 

She found herself wondering what the woman with the man must think of his 
actions, and surreptitiously she glanced over at her when a waiter stood 
between the lewdly devouring eyes of her partner. The woman was black and 
was very heavily made up and when she turned her head, Anna could see that 
she had bleached blonde streaks in the front of her black kinky hair. The 
young wife guessed her to be about twenty-eight but there was a hard, 
depraved look about her eyes and mouth that shocked Anna. Anna could see the 
outline of her ripely matured breasts which contrasted darkly with the 
low-cut yellow dress she wore and she saw that the rest of her lush figure 
was just as voluptuous under the sleazy material clinging to her smoothly 
curving hips and buttocks. She seemed to be just the sort of woman who would 
be with the loathsome man who had been staring at her. Abruptly, without 
warning, them black woman turned and looked over her dusky bare shoulder 
directly at her. 

Caught unawares, Anna could not react quickly enough to avert her eyes, and 
she saw the woman give her a quick, measuring glance before lifting one 
eyebrow insultingly and turning back around. 

Anna gasped without being able to control herself at the insolence on the 
woman's face and her fork clattered on the table as she dropped it. 

This attracted her husband's attention and he looked at her flushed downcast 
face with concern. "What's wrong, cara mia?" he asked. He had noticed she 
was acting a little nervous, but he had thought it best to ignore it, 
knowing it could lead to a discussion that might turn out to be unpleasant 
and spoil the evening if he acknowledged it. 

"There's ... ss-someone staring at me," she managed to stammer casting a 
glance over his shoulder. "He's doing it in a lewd obnoxious way and it's 
embarrassing me." 

Dino wheeled around and met the amused glance of the man she had indicated. 
Porca miseria, Dino muttered under his breath. It was Franco Santori, the 
capo of Santori Brothers Olive Oil and not a person that Dino especially 
wanted to see after the business this afternoon with Ziggy and the dummy 
invoices he had discovered. He felt a sinking sensation in his stomach as 
Santori lifted his eyebrows slightly in a gesture that could only mean one 
thing. He wanted Dino to come over to his table. 

"Excuse me, Anna, I know this guy," he said as he laid his napkin on the 
table and shoved his chair back. 

"Well, Dino," Franco Santori said without smiling as his young employee 
reached the table. "I hear you've been overtaxing yourself at work or so 
Ziggy tells me." 

"Good evening, Mr. Santori ... you see uh...." he inclined his head briefly 
to the seductive looking black woman seated at the table. 

"Call me Franco ... this is Jojo Sampson," he said shrewdly noticing Dino's 
glance sliding down her ripely enticing curves visible above the table. "How 
do you do," he said, slightly embarrassed by-the cool, calculating gaze she 
was giving him, a suggestive little smile beginning to play at the corners 
of her full sensuous mouth. 

"Is that your wife?" Santori asked, giving his head a jerk in Anna's 
direction. "She's a hot looking piece. Why don't you get her to join us?" 

"Thank you Mr. San ... Franco, but she's a little bit disconcerted about the 
way you were staring at her...." he trailed off lamely, terrified of 
offending his boss. Franco Santori suddenly changed his expression to one of 
anger, his complexion flushing an even more reddish color than before. He 
glowered in Anna's direction for a long moment, his fists clenched tightly 
on the edge of the table, and then he looked back at Dino, a harsh look of 
offended vanity clouding his expression. "She is ... is she ... thinks she's 
too good does she?" he snarled. 

"No ... not that ... it's just that she hasn't been around too much," Dino 
quickly interjected. "She's really very shy, that's all," he added very much 
on the defensive. Santori's face softened for a second and he mumbled, "Shit 
what is this? I've got a guy working for me that doesn't know what the fuck 
is going on and he's got this luscious wife that doesn't know what to do 
with herself." His eyes reflected this unusual situation and his brain 
busily calculated what he was going to do to these unexpected innocents. 
Then he relaxed. "Tell Cinderella that I thought she was someone else." 

"Okay Franco, I don't want to ruin the evening. It's our first dinner out 
since I started working for you," the young husband said. 

Santori waved his hand depreciatingly. "Just keep cool, Dino. I'd like to 
fuck that sweet little wife of your but I guess I'm stuck with Chocolate 
Tits here. Hey, Jojo?" He winked at the black woman suggestively, who 
obscenely moved her shoulders back and forth making it seem for a second 
that her voluptuously full breasts were going to shake right out of the 
front of her lemon dress. 

Her lewdly suggestive action made Dino's restlessly stirring cock crawl with 
a sudden eagerness in his suit pants as he fought to tear his eyes away from 
the cocoa-colored breasts and he started to leave. 

"Hang on, Dino," Santori ordered without looking at him. This was the moment 
Dino had been dreading, not knowing what Santori was going to say. 

"Si, Franco," he said innocently. 

"I don't like my employees snooping around and asking dumb questions. That 
is if they are dumb and not some kind of investigators!" 

"I'm doing my best, Franco ... whatever you say," Dino replied with a 
nervous smile. "Well, just to see that you do understand I want you to come 
to my private offices tomorrow before work," he commanded ... "Or...." he 
let his voice trail away into a. menacing silence much worse than any Words 
he could have used. 

In a flash all Dino's fears came to a head. What he had suspected this 
morning had been true after all. The Santori Olive Oil company was a Mafia 
front! His heart skipped a beat as he realized that the plastic bottles in 
the crates with the cans must have been heroin. Feeling sick he turned and 
looked once again at Franco who had by now completely forgotten about him. 

Dino realized that with a quaking kind of fear that he was in a terrifying 
situation. Santori was not sure that he was not some kind of narcotics 
inspector in which case he would just have him killed never to be seen again 
and the other equally scary reality was that Franco was going to try and 
have him tied to his illegal activities. 

The last sound he heard was the throaty chuckle of Jojo Sampson. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Worried about the possible outcome of her husband's confrontation with the 
strange man, Anna had watched the whole scene. It seemed to her that the man 
had treated her husband in a very condescending fashion and she wondered 
just what was going on. 

But then she watched in astonishment when the black woman wriggled her 
shoulders making her full breasts seemed to dance right in front of Dino's 
eyes and she was mortified that he seemed unable to keep from staring 
lustily after her. She turned her attention to her dinner in a vain attempt 
to forget the look in her husband's eyes when he saw the woman's lewd 
motions. Without realizing she was doing it, she began to reflect back to 
her first encounter with Dino, many years before. 

She was still in high school and Dino was already in college when they first 
met. She had seen him around the neighborhood but he was four years older 
than she and whenever they met he always said something to anger the 
sensitive teenager like: "Here's a dime, blondie, call me when you're 
twenty-one" and other things that teenaged boys say to cover their 
embarrassment when they're with their buddies. 

Anna had almost forgotten about him when she unexpectedly ran into him at a 
wedding of a cousin. All of a sudden she had felt a strong male hand 
gripping her elbow firmly and she almost cried out before she could catch 
herself. Then she looked up at the smiling face so close to hers she could 
almost feel his breathing on her skin. 

"Hi," he said pleasantly. "You've grown up, at last, Anna, just in time." 

She was so taken aback by his direct approach that she answered in spite of 
being so startled she had almost jumped out of her skin. "Oh, Dino, you 
scared me," she said as she gradually regained her composure. By now she saw 
how Dino Martelli had matured and was even taller and more darkly handsome 
than she remembered from seeing him around the neighborhood. 

She was just beginning to enjoy being with Dino when she saw one of the 
Scirocco sisters from down the block separate herself from the center of a 
large group of the wedding guests and walk toward Dino. 

"Looking for me, Dino," she said in her Brooklyn accent to the young man. 
Then she had noticed Anna and seemed disappointed. "Hi, Anna," she said. 

"How are you?" Anna said pleasantly. But seeing that Dino was apparently 
occupied for the moment, the Scirocco girl wiggled her way back into the 
throng of waiting men playfully bumping two or three of them with her hips 
as she passed between them. 

"This reception is just about over," Dino said. "Let's go." Before she could 
say no or resist him in any way, he had led her to the cloakroom for their 
coats and was already propelling to his car. 

They went to a small espresso bar in the neighborhood and when they were 
brought their coffees and the waiter left, Dino blurted: "I think I want to 
marry a blonde haired, brown eyed Italian girl that lives in the 
neighborhood. Do you know any one that fits the bill?" And that was the real 
beginning of it. He started taking her out practically every night that her 
strict parents would allow. He had insisted from that first night that he 
had wanted to marry her from the time she was about thirteen years old 
playing with her little girlfriends and secretly she had felt the same way 
about the handsome boy from the neighborhood. She never doubted for a minute 
that Dino Martelli was the boy for her. 

There had been only two things that had made her afraid she might be making 
a mistake in marrying Dino. One was that he spent money like water and her 
parents warned her about this kind of a man telling her that she would never 
have anything. They wanted their beautiful daughter to marry a man who would 
let her rise above her humble origins. 

The other thing was the same old problem she had always had with men. Sex! 
She didn't think she was prudish or afraid of the subject, but she was 
old-fashioned and religious enough to believe that the only time it was 
right between two people was after they had been joined legally together. 

But he was smoother and more persuasive than anyone she had ever known. It 
could have been because she was attracted to him from the beginning in a way 
that she had never experienced with another boy, but sometimes it seemed as 
though she might have gone right on to the final act if it hadn't been for 
her well-trained willpower. 

After their meeting at the wedding it took about a month for Dino to accept 
the fact that she was not going to indulge in intercourse before marriage. 
She was really an old-fashioned Italian girl and this was one of the things 
he loved most about her although it was difficult to contain himself from 
doing more than caress her breasts through her blouse and press her body 
urgently to his. 

But then one night he had almost ruined everything. The couple had gone to a 
party at some friends of Dino's and Anna had had one too many drinks. When 
he brought her back to the apartment over her parents' grocery shop he had 
tiptoed into the kitchen to make her some coffee to sober her up, careful to 
avoid waking her parents. It was almost too much temptation when he had seen 
a bottle of Italian brandy on the sideboard and he had poured some into the 
coffee. 

He returned to the living room and they had begun to kiss and fondle each 
other on the couch in her parents' living room, his hand touching her softly 
pulsing breasts and sending fiery heat rushing through her body like hot air 
from a forced air furnace. It had seemed to her as though all her nerve 
endings were nakedly exposed on the surface of her flesh, and the center of 
it all down between her tingling inner thighs had felt like a raging fire 
that could only be quenched by the cool touch of his fingers kneading her 
tingling breasts inside her open blouse. He must have sensed her 
passion-inflamed urgency, for she had felt his fingers sliding down over her 
softly rounded belly still covered by the wool material of her skirt, making 
her writhe and twist into closer contact with his body. 

Then he was lightly stroking the soft naked flesh above her bare legs, his 
extended middle finger circling closer and closer to the hotly trembling 
center of the excitement burning in her loins. She had known he was reaching 
for the previously forbidden triangle of soft blonde hair up between her 
quivering thighs, but in spite of all her efforts to force herself to resist 
she felt her firmly clenched thighs relaxing their tension and gradually 
opening up to his gently insistent probing. 

Dino had felt her whole body shudder against his at the first tentative 
contact with the narrow white nylon crotch band covering" the now moistening 
slit of her untouched vagina, and it felt as though his loins would burst 
from the throbbing ache intensifying in his rapidly swelling penis. 

He let his finger slip lightly up and down the narrow wet opening through 
the flimsy nylon of her panties until he felt her responding with a slight 
rocking motion on the sofa and her voice was moaning softly into his mouth. 
Their tongues were lashing wetly together, her breasts heaving voluptuously 
against his own chest, and then suddenly he had felt as though he couldn't 
wait any longer to explore the silken-haired treasure she had so long denied 
him. He searched for and finally found the elastic panty leg-band and gently 
pulled it over to one side to make room for his out-stretched middle finger. 
The first contact with the warm moist curls surrounding her palpitating 
cuntal mouth made his cum-laden testicles ache to the verge of exploding, 
and his desire-swollen penis jerk wildly inside his jockey shorts. Zeroing 
in with his rigid finger on the heated moistness building up between her 
thighs, he nudged his way slowly in between the hotly quivering outer lips 
of her cunt and began massaging the tiny erected button of her clitoris. 

She had started groaning louder then into his mouth pressing moistly down 
over hers, and undulated her loins up into closer contact with his hand with 
an eager impatience that made him bolder and even more insistent. Slipping 
farther into the rising wetness of her now openly spread cunt, his fingertip 
located the virginal tightness of the entrance to her warmly seeping pussy 
and he held it poised there, lightly circling it around in the heated 
fluids, ready to push forward at the slightest indication from her that she 
wanted it as much as he did. 

Anna had felt him urging her softly vibrating clitoris into still greater 
excitement, and with every conscience-wracking "no, no, no" inside her head 
she had thrust her hips forward on the couch to let her whole body tremble 
around the maddening hardness of his lewdly probing finger. She had never 
felt such tingling pressure in her fife as was then building up excitingly 
in her passion-drenched vagina, and instinctively she was aware that there 
was only one way to relieve that pressure, something she wanted so much it 
restricted her breathing. 

Then she felt the first white-hot, tentative contact with the softly 
sensitive inner folds of her cunt, and more than anything else in the world 
she wanted him to enter her and erase the relentlessly increasing ache' she 
was feeling in the depths of her quivering young belly. 

But he waited, almost driving her into a frenzy of need. And then, suddenly, 
his left hand which had been gently stroking from her neck on down to her 
squirming buttocks below slipped back around her trembling body. She could 
feel him fumbling between their tightly pressed bodies, and then there was 
the metallic sound of a zipper moving. Mary, mother of god, she thought, 
he's opening his fly! Never had she let him go this far with her and she was 
suddenly terrified of the consequences if she didn't bring things to a halt 
immediately. 

She had gasped her astonishment up into Dino's mouth pressed hotly over 
hers, and her body had reflexively flinched forward stiffly when she had 
realized what he was doing. Taking this to mean his future wife was willing 
and ready for whatever he wanted to do to her, Dino had without preamble 
thrust forward with his middle finger, parting the moist slippery folds of 
her hair-fringed cunt as he buried it up inside her to the first knuckle. 

"Ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned into his mouth at the sudden entry into 
her previously untried cuntal opening. She clenched her trembling thighs 
tightly around his hand, trapping it between them as she tried vainly to 
squirm back away from the obscenely invading finger. His mouth would not let 
hers away now that he was so close to getting the prize he sought, and with 
his free hand he gradually worked his aching cock free from the restricting 
shorts until it stood out rigidly distended and throbbing with desire in the 
warm air of the living room. 

Anna's hand was pushing hard against his chest now as she tried to separate 
herself from his suddenly inhuman strength, and grasping it firmly in his 
own, he forced it inch by inch down toward his aching cock waiting below. 
Her blonde head flailing on the back of the couch under his unrelenting kiss 
suddenly tore itself free with a violent twisting motion and she 
straightened her neck to completely escape and make him stop. 

Bending to the side in an attempt to keep away from his hotly burning lips 
searching once more for hers, pressing against her cheeks and tickling hotly 
at her ear, she opened her eyes wide and then she saw it. 

His enormous cock! The erected member was protruding from the open fly of 
his trousers, a wild dark tangle of pubic hair surrounding its base. It was 
standing up toward her fascinated and horrified eyes like an obscene 
monument carved from hard rubbery flesh, a monument to pure animal lust. 
Dark swollen veins ribbed its circumference like pulsing serpents and its 
blood-swollen tip to stare up at her with glistening tears of seminal fluid 
in the corner of its tiny eye. 

His lust-engorged cock had seemed to undulate menacingly like a cobra under 
her gaze as Dino continued forcing her hand closer and closer to the loose 
skin below the tightly stretched foreskin, and then she moved and with a 
sudden downward movement her fingers touched it. 

Violent waves of ecstasy ran through Dino's body like currents of high 
voltage electricity at the first momentary contact with his hotly pulsing 
rod of flesh, and he dimly heard her gasp from the sudden heat emanating 
from his swollen hardness into the open palm of her hand. 

He could feel her summoning all of her reserve strength in a final desperate 
struggle and he clasped his fingers around hers, jerking them up and down on 
his rigidly quivering shaft. At the same time he rammed his middle finger 
still embedded in her cunt on up to the second knuckle, feeling the soft 
inner walls of her tightly constricted vagina give way to his relentless 
pressure, and then the-flood dammed up for so long inside him broke loose. 

The combined erotic effects of feeling her wetly throbbing pussy pulsing and 
clasping warmly around his finger and her own fingers pressed around his now 
sporadically jerking cock was too much for him to take. He groaned out loud 
and pressed her once again resisting hand all the way down into his 
exploding balls hidden beneath. 

Anna had gradually broken the mesmerized feeling of shock and was pulling 
with all her remaining strength to free her hand, half rising from the 
cushion of the couch to escape his painfully impaling finger twirling 
frantically inside the narrow confines of her moist young cunt, and she 
watched with unbelieving eyes as his cock grew and then burst like a broken 
water main. 

Time after time he thrust his erupting loins upward against her trapped hand 
as the white-hot cum began spurting lewdly up into the air from the huge 
bulbous head of his cock. To the inexperienced young virgin, it seemed as if 
it would keep pumping out the sticky white semen for an eternity, covering 
his shirt-front and both of their tangled hands with burning wetness, but 
then finally Dino seemed to collapse into moaning unconsciousness on the 
couch. 

His hands had by now lost all their ability to hold her against her will, 
and she withdrew her hand from his rapidly deflating cock with a feeling of 
mingled curiosity and horror. She had never so much as seen a man's naked 
penis before that night, and never in her wildest imaginings had she thought 
his release would be such an earth-shattering experience for him. But she 
had thought she would never be able to forgive him for submitting her to 
such a lewd and obscene sinful experience as that had been. 

The petite blonde had no more difficulty then in escaping the penetrating 
finger he had so lustfully shoved into her defenseless cunt, a slight wet 
sucking noise coming to her ears as she pulled away from it and stood up in 
front of the couch. The depraved picture he made as he lay in utter 
exhaustion alone on the couch with his limp, now useless penis hanging out 
of his open fly was almost too much for her to bear. She felt the tears 
begin welling up inside and with a deeply felt sob expressing her sense of 
total degradation at the hands of the man she had hoped someday to marry, 
she ran blindly upstairs to her bedroom. 

Anna had cried openly in front of the mirror for a long time, seeing through 
blurred vision her tears of humiliation and shame streaming down into the 
corners of her mouth distorted by her self-pity and sorrow. Dino had 
whispered outside in a low, contrite voice for her to open it and let him 
placate and soothe her hurt feelings, but she had refused without even 
answering his pleas until finally afraid of waking her parents she heard him 
leave. 

For the next week she had instructed her mother to tell him that she was not 
at home if he called which he did at least twice a day. Now sitting in the 
restaurant, as she saw Dino leave the lewd couple he had been speaking with, 
she recalled that it had been almost three weeks after, that incident before 
she finally relented and consented to see him again. In the meantime, she 
had rehashed the episode in her mind a hundred times, trying to sort out by 
herself what she should do. 

Finally, she had decided that the sexual urges he felt so strongly were 
after all perfectly normal, even if he had once lost all his self control 
and coerced her into participating unwillingly in a sinful premarital act. 
She had had to admit to herself that no matter who she finally married, she 
would have to submit to him in ways she could not even bear to think of at 
that moment. And Dino, was, in every other important way, the most suitable 
man she had ever met. 

Besides, she mused as Dino took the last few steps across the restaurant she 
loved him passionately, though she had not even begun to tap her own 
passionate nature. That horrible night in her parents' apartment when he had 
her to get his own satisfaction, she finally decided, she had learned of her 
own previously untapped hunger for a man. Anyway, after that, she concluded, 
he had always behaved as she wanted him to until they were finally married. 
Then he had taken his time and gently broken her into enjoying normal sex, 
only rarely trying to persuade her into doing something strange and obscene 
like the time he had tried to get her to put her mouth around his cock. But 
she had been firm with him about that and other things, and he had stopped 
his vain attempts altogether about six months ago. 

As she watched her handsome husband smiling in her direction and then once 
again sitting down opposite her at the table, Anna had a passing fear that 
he might be somehow disappointed in her sexually, but quickly dismissed the 
thought, unable to admit the possibility that her Dino might not be able to 
do without odd and perverse varieties of sexual experience in bed. 

Anna noticed with relief that the red-faced man had stopped ogling her since 
Dino had spoken with him. 

"What did the creep say?" Anna asked indignantly. 

"Uh ... he claims he thought he knew you ... that's Franco Santori the owner 
of the company I'm working for." 

"Oh ... I see...." Anna said uncertainly, not at all happy that her husband 
was working for such an unsavory character. j "Come on, honey ... let's 
enjoy ourselves ... j drink up," he ordered in a falsely cheering voice as 
he lifted his glass and toasted her. Anna thought she saw a thin veil of 
worry pass over his darkly handsome features for a split second, but then he 
was jovial and light-hearted again, and she decided it had been her 
imagination. 

* * * 

The waiter brought them two glasses of sambucco with their coffee and lit 
the beans floating on the top and at the moment the coffee beans flamed the 
lights dimmed and a three-piece combo took their places on the new stage of 
the Tivoli restaurant. The jazz trio played for a few moments and Anna 
looked up when a scattered applause started from the diners. 

It was the black woman who had been sitting with the horrid Santori man. 
Dino was almost as surprised as Anna when he looked up and saw Jojo on the 
stage. She seemed to really be taking on a new personality as the lights 
came up and she heard the applause. He saw that she was an attractive and 
voluptuous woman but the touch of hardness about her both attracted and 
repelled him at the same time. 

Then, as if she sensed the young husband looking closely at her, the black 
singer looked directly toward him, a lewdly sensual smile playing over her 
lips, and lifting one shoulder almost to her chin in an enticing gesture, 
she openly gave him a slow, deliberate wink. 

"God!" Anna muttered as the combo began playing. She stared at her husband's 
blushing face as if he were somehow to blame for the embarrassing giggles 
rippling around them. Then she decided it was all part of the entertainer's 
act, and she looked back at the woman now beginning to sing. 

Jojo began singing a blues tune about a woman who was dying without her man 
and forced to look for loving with other men. Jojo almost breathed the song. 
She was slinking and writhing in an almost indecently suggestive fashion all 
around the tiny stage, her black face contorted into a sultry mask of 
frustrated desire. She finished the first verse of the song and then kept 
moving in a more and more seductive manner as the backup group Went on 
without her, running her hands down the widely flaring hips of the lemon 
colored satin gown. She took the microphone and pushed it between her 
breasts and then jutted her hips outward even more lewdly. 

Then starting the second part of the song and moving to the spot nearest 
Anna and Dino, Jojo opened her eyes wide and looking directly at Dino began 
whispering, "you, you, you ... my man ... I miss his lovin'." Then she began 
repeating the word "lovin" over and over again, still looking into Dino's 
spellbound eyes, and swaying and writhing sensually in front of him for 
everyone to see. 

Anne had never been so humiliated. How anyone could act so whorish in public 
was more than she would ever be able to comprehend. And worse! Dino was 
staring back at her as if he found her as mesmerizing as a dangerously 
weaving black snake. 

At the end of the song, Jojo Sampson wrapped her arms around her ripely 
rounded brown breasts and shuddered as if suffering the throes of 
unfulfilled desire, and then the song was over, the audience applauding with 
relish as she bowed, revealing even more of her already nearly naked 
breasts. 

"She's got a great voice, hasn't she?" Dino asked as he returned his 
attention to his drink. But Anna wasn't listening to him. She had happened 
to look in Franco Santori's direction near the end of the performance, and 
she was still stunned beyond belief by what he had done. Knowing that 
everyone else's attention would be riveted to the stage, he had fixed Anna 
with a malicious, sly grin and winked at her, at the same time licking his 
thick lips with such obviously lewd relish that she had been stunned. But 
then while continuing to lick his lips, he had moved his chair slightly so 
that she could see he was fondling his cock. The small blonde blushed to the 
roots of her hair. Never had she seen such a lurid display of sinfulness 
directed at her, and it made her feel cheap and sordid. 

Despite all of Dino's protests about one more drink, Anna insisted after 
that that she wanted to leave for home immediately. She didn't explain, 
knowing it could only cause trouble again, and she resisted all attempts to 
change her mind, looking downcast at her plate until the check was brought 
and paid. 

That night she did let Dino make love to her after they went to bed mostly 
because he was so passionately insistent. But all through the tender 
attentions he was paying to her reluctantly responding body, no matter how 
much she tried she could not get Santori's ugly, leering face out of her 
mind. It seemed to be etched into her brain and when she moaned out her 
orgasm it was that horrible obscene face which seemed to be hovering over 
her as she shuddered her completion beneath her husband. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"Jesus, Franco, greater-love hath no woman than to get up at this ungodly 
hour of the day." Jojo yawned. "You really must be hot to fuck that little 
blonde madonna of last night to get me up at 7:30 in the morning for 
Christ's sake." 

"Hot to go, baby," he replied, turning toward the sleepy-eyed black woman 
and smiling at her as she lay on the sofa of his luxuriously appointed 
office. Actually Franco just used part of the suite for his many business 
activities and Jojo had a small apartment of her own off to the side in the 
completely restored brownstone. "Unless I miss my guess that little angel is 
just dying to be fucked but hasn't got the nerve to do anything on her own. 
Lots of Italian women are like that. They want someone else to take all the 
responsibility for them so when we get her tied up and start giving her the 
business, she's going to be begging for it." 

"She's not the only one who's begging for it," Jojo reminded him sweetly. 

Franco grinned and walked across the room to where the black woman was lying 
in her robe on the thick white fur bearskin covering the sofa. "Hey, come 
on, you don't go hungry around here," he grinned, dropping to his knees and 
then sitting beside the couch on the floor. "I love someone who knows every 
trick in the book, don't get me wrong, but you've got to admit it would be 
fabulous to turn that little blonde onto bondage." 

"You're such a humanitarian, Franco. Always worried about everyone's 
happiness," Jojo said sarcastically with a lewdly seductive smile playing on 
her lips. Franco reached down the length of her long, slenderly tapered legs 
to the back of her knees and playfully brought his hand up under her robe, 
pushing the hem abruptly up the smooth coffee-colored backs of her thighs 
before she could resist. 

"God, you're a beast," she cried in surprise, jumping forward as she tried 
to escape the playful fingers coursing their way up along the sensitive 
inner flesh of her thighs. "Cut it out, Franco," she giggled out of control, 
knocking the bloody Mary she had been consuming for breakfast into the air 
and spilling it across the plush carpet on the floor. "Cool it, Franco ... 
stop it, you're driving me crazeeeeeeeeeeee!" 

Franco grinned as he leaned above her, placing one hand in the small of her 
back and pinning her down to the soft couch, continuing his obscene probing 
up between his black mistress's flailing legs and laughing aloud at the same 
time at her helpless squeals for mercy. 

"You're just dying for it this morning, aren't you. No panties, hmmmmmmmm 
... that cunt's just wide open and ready," he gloated loudly as her robe 
flew up, exposing the lushly rounded cheeks of her buttocks. 

"Jesus yes ... Franco ... stop this ... you're making me go out of my mind." 
Jojo bucked and twisted beneath the hand holding her tightly to the floor, 
laughing uncontrollably from the playful tickling he was subjecting her to. 

"Will you do anything I say?" he demanded playfully, continuing the of the 
dark soft flesh between her legs. 

"Anything ... ANYTHING!" 

"Help me introduce Anna Martelli to bondage?" 

"Of course ... now ... stop it ... stop it right now!" Franco roared aloud 
again and released his hold on her wildly squirming body, withdrawing his 
hand from up under her robe. "You're fabulous, Jojo ... of course, you know 
there's something in there for you too." 

"Of course, you sneaky bastard," his black mistress grinned up at him as she 
rolled over and smoothed her robe back over her exposed parts. "I knew you 
had ulterior motives the minute you called that poor guy over to the table 
last night ... you weren't worried about his job at all, were you?" 

"It's not always necessary to lean on someone with actual muscle, baby. 
Sometimes an implied threat is sufficient. Anyway you're kind of interested 
in him aren't you?" Jojo Sampson suddenly sat upright on the couch, a new 
look of sensual interest mingled with something else spreading over her 
face. "Do you mean that I get to whip Dino into shape?" she asked, unable to 
control the rising excitement in her low voice. 

"No pun intended, of course," Franco said dryly. Franco knew she would go 
along with anything he came up with and he wanted her to get started as soon 
as Dino Martelli showed up this morning. He finished fixing another Bloody 
Mary for her and carried it back to the couch were she was watching his 
cruel face eagerly. 

Shit, there's just no one else like her, he was thinking as he looked at her 
sitting with her knees pulled up so that he could see the cocoa-colored, 
satiny backs of her full thighs and the little nappy triangle of black pubic 
hair peeping out at their tops. He ran his eyes on up to the voluptuously 
high-set breasts, almost fully exposed and pressing closely together, 
leaving room for only the narrowest of valleys running between their 
magnificent firmness. As he looked into her liquidy brown eyes and handed 
her the drink he had prepared, he could see the smoky film starting to glaze 
her eyes from the lewd desire she was beginning to feel. 

The blues singer was enough for more than one man to take care of, and if he 
hadn't been such a lecherous bastard, he would have just kept her for 
himself but he knew that she wouldn't stand for that either. Jojo had a 
dominant streak in her too and she loved to get fresh talent into her 
stable. 

Jojo took the drink from his fingers, and seeing his eyes descend again to 
her nakedly exposed thighs beneath, she rocked backward on her enticingly 
rounded buttocks and slowly spread her thighs slightly apart. Between her 
spreading legs she knew he could see clearly through the soft kinky pubic 
hair covering her loins the fleshy pinkness of her vaginal slit, now 
moistening as she saw the rising mound in his trousers. 

Languidly, she reached forward with her free hand and pressed it around the 
lewdly bulging thickness of his upstanding penis inside his pants. She began 
to stroke and then to massage it, rubbing it up and down through the 
material and then slipping her hand to his balls beneath, cradling through 
his trousers their heavy softness in her palm. Franco groaned and gritted 
his teeth at her gentle ministrations of his aching testicles and penis. 

He was determined to let her tease herself and him all she wanted right now, 
but he wanted to save her fully aroused cunt for the plan he had formed 
already in his mind. 

"What do you think the plan of action is going to be?" he suddenly demanded 
through tightly clenched teeth. "I suppose you want me to get the little 
innocent's husband in the sack and then use that to get to her. That it, 
Frankie boy?" she cooed, at the same time nimble unzipping his fly as he 
stood in front of her without moving. 

The big Italian moaned softly as he felt her fingers reach inside and pull 
out the hotly pulsating thickness of his penis, and he put his hand over 
hers and pushed it hard down around it to its thick base. He could see her 
face close to his lust-distended hardness below as she turned sideways to 
sip at her drink with a distended pout of her sensual lips. He knew she 
liked to suck cocks, and abruptly decided to let her do it, then leave her 
excited enough that she would be ready for anything by the time Dino 
Martelli arrived. 

"Oh, do it to me, baby," he groaned as she once more moved her hand back up 
the entire throbbing length of his penis, slipping it maddeningly up and 
down over the blood-filled .rod of flesh and teasing lightly with her 
thumbnail at the uncircumcised foreskin. 

"I can't wait to show him who's boss," she crooned leaning forward toward 
him until he could feel her breath heatedly caressing the sensitive tip of 
his hardness, warming the glistening seminal fluid now seeping from the 
glans at the end. 

He knew he had to finish telling her his plan before he lost control and 
blew it entirely. The black beauty took another long sip of her drink and 
then set it down on the floor by the arm of the couch, moving her head 
forward at the same time so that he could feel the warm air from her flaring 
nostrils streaming over the bulbous head of his cock reaching yearningly up 
toward the ceiling. Her painted talon-like fingernails scratched lightly 
over the loose skin the full length of his aching cock before slipping 
inside his shorts and freeing his heavily swollen testicles to her view. He 
groaned aloud as she thrust out the tip of her tongue and swirled it once 
around the hard rubbery cock-head, sending wild electric waves of lust 
coursing madly through the nerve endings of his body. 

"Fantastico ... favoloso, tesoro," he groaned ecstatically. Santori 
swallowed deeply and tried to go on with his instructions to his black 
mistress. "When Martelli gets here, tell him I've been delayed and invite 
him into your private apartment." 

She was stroking his thickly pounding hardness now first with one hand and 
then between both of them at the same time. "Get him on the bed and show him 
who's boss ... oooooohhhhhhhh!" he moaned and thrust his loins forward as 
the warm moistness of her openly parted lips came down over the sensitively 
throbbing head of his cock. 

"And ... while he's fucking it to you ... aaaaaaahhhhhh," he moaned again, 
reaching down and tangling his hands tightly in her kinky black hair to 
guide the rhythm of her lewdly bobbing head below. He pulled the hair back 
off the sides of her face to watch her contorted face sucking lustfully at 
his penis glistening wetly from her saliva. The lewd vision of his 
lust-bloated rod of flesh disappearing up between her wetly clinging lips 
was bringing him closer and closer to the approaching explosion in his 
cum-laden testicles. 

"And then...?" she mumbled around his thickly plunging cock at the same time 
increasing the rapid twirling of her tongue around his blood-inflated 
cockhead. "I'll have the videotapes running and I'll tell him if he won't 
voluntarily give me his wife that I'll have him thrown in the East River ... 
but if he plays ball, hell be able to keep his job and get some extra 
benefits ... oh Jesus Christ ... suck me off ... suck my cock raw," he 
shouted beginning to loose complete control. 

He glanced over at the full length mirror on the wall by the end of the 
couch to get a good profile of his black mistress's face as his still 
hardening shaft began to stroke rhythmically in and out of her tightly 
ovaled mouth. The very image caused his loins to tense and jerk harder up 
into her face until in the mirror it looked as though he were sinking the 
full lust stiffened length of it all the way down her dusky throat. Almost 
all of it seemed to disappear with each hard thrust he made until only a 
little stretch of it showed reddened and glistening still protruding from 
between her maddeningly sucking lips. 

Her tongue, with a nerve tingling lick on the outstroke was making the 
bulging head throb and jerk as though his heart itself were beating inside. 
He watched hypnotized in the mirror, watching the tender pink flesh of her 
lips being pulled out grotesquely, clinging to the burgeoning shaft of his 
cock as she sucked hungrily, her mind caught up in the task with all her 
concentration. Her robe had slipped away from her breasts and the chocolate 
milk mounds now danced voluptuously below her sliding mouth, adding to the 
lust-inciting picture presented to him in the mirror, and her nakedly 
revealed hips and buttocks ground down into the bearskin in her own swiftly 
rising passion. 

"Suck me ... suck me all out," he hissed, throwing back his head and staring 
hungrily into the mirror, pretending for the moment it was Dino Martelli's 
blonde wife, Anna whose lips were clasping unrelentingly around his 
pulsating hardness. Christ, he'd like to have her like this, ramming it deep 
into her throat. By Jesus, he'd shove it all the way down to her tonsils 
when he did get her. He'd pump his hot white sperm all the way down her 
throat and into that little white belly of hers until she burst. 

"Faster, baby, faster," he growled as Jojo slaved below, the excitedly 
heaving flesh of her breasts and belly beginning to glisten from the tiny 
droplets of perspiration forming over her dark skin. He knew it wouldn't be 
long now. His cock felt like it was filled with hot boiling lead and was 
ready to pop like an inflating balloon from the pressure growing in his cum 
swollen balls. 

He shoved his loins up hard against her face, hearing her protesting mumble 
that went unheeded in his desperate quest for the final end of this torture 
that was building, building, building until all at once he felt the thin hot 
stream begin deep in the lust-bloated cavern of his balls and race 
steam-like the length of his plunging cock. He gasped and his lips bared 
back over his teeth as though he were being tortured by fire. 

His expanded cock began a suddenly insane staccato jerking that flooded 
without warning into his black mistress's wildly sucking mouth with gush 
after gush of the white-hot semen, bloating her cheeks outward with each 
rapid-fire spurt until she had to swallow to keep from choking, mewling and 
crooning at his thrusting loins. 

"Don't stop now, suck it all up ... keep on sucking!" he gasped, his hands 
tangling tighter in her hair as he convulsively rammed his exploding shaft 
farther and farther down her throat. She went on sucking crazily at the 
palpitating cock shooting his full load of cum deep, deep into the recesses 
of her warm mouth. 

With one last soul-shattering moan, he emptied the final drop of his sperm 
between her clinging lips but she went on gently nibbling him anyway. Bit by 
bit, he felt his satiated penis deflating in her soft wet mouth and he 
released the stranglehold he had had on the voluptuous singer's hair. Franco 
Santori dropped his arms to his sides and leaned his knees forward until 
they rested on either side of her on the edge of the couch, a great sigh of 
relief escaping from his lips. 

Jojo bent forward even more to retain her contact with his now limp, useless 
penis, sucking suggestively at the softened flesh, attempting to make it 
harden again so she could take it into her now fully inflamed and hungry 
cunt below. 

With one hand she cradled his slowly shrinking balls and kneaded them gently 
in her fingers, while with the other she felt down between her excitedly 
trembling thighs and found the moistly seeping opening of her vagina. 
Slipping her extended middle finger into the narrow cuntal slit she flicked 
it up on over her painfully throbbing clitoris, making it surge into even 
greater hardness. Sucking the Mafia boss's cock had heated her flowering 
pussy to the point where she had to be fucked, and fucked immediately, or 
she felt as though she would die. 

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz! The guard's phone from downstairs was buzzing and on 
hearing it Santori withdrew his newly responding and expanding shaft of 
flesh from between her lips with a soft popping noise when the suction was 
broken. "You fucker!" she screamed at him in fury as he crossed the room 
away from her, zipping up his fly as he did so. "You planned it so I'd be 
dying for it. Jesus, it I don't get a cock in my cunt soon, I'll go 
completely crazy," she groaned burying her fingers obscenely up between the 
widening lips of her cunt and pumping her frustrated loins back and forth on 
the couch below. "Don't leave me like this. Fuck me, for Christ's sake!" 

"You'll get yours, angel," he grinned at her as he reached for the button on 
the desk phone. "Take your frustrations out on my nosy new employee. But 
cool it long enough for me to get the videotape going," he laughed. 

Jojo continued massaging her inflamed clitoris as Franco Santori spoke into 
the phone, telling the guard to wait a few minutes before putting Martelli 
in the elevator. She was thinking of the night before at the Tivoli 
restaurant and suddenly felt a stronger aching sensation deep up inside her 
belly as she pictured Dino Martelli becoming her slave. She clamped her 
upper thighs tightly around her hand still burrowing hotly into her passion 
drenched cunt and groaned in anticipation, her eyes clouding over with the 
desire wracking her voluptuous body. 

The black singer was going to show Dino things that little blonde mouse of a 
wife of his had never even heard of as soon as she got his pants down. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Dino was very fidgety as he waited downstairs for the guard to summon the 
elevator up to Santori's suite. He had a bit of a hangover and his mind 
drifted to his wife. If he knew about him being summoned here today she 
would be terrified. Indeed, the word "Mafia" terrified almost every resident 
of Little Italy. Dino was willing to be that that was how the owner of the 
Tivoli had had his restaurant remodeled ... with Mafia money. Franco and his 
pals probably wanted a convenient place to go to in the neighborhood but 
something a little classier than the old Tivoli. 

He remembered the way Santori had stared at his wife almost drooling and he 
felt lucky to have Anna. He had been faithful to his wife up until this time 
even though sometimes he wondered why. Anna loved him very much, he was 
positive. But she was so damned prudish in bed. Just once he wished she 
would get carried away in their lovemaking and do something wild and 
imaginative, like sucking his cock or letting him eat her cunt. 

The handsome husband had been sure when they were going together before they 
were married that she had a latent hot streak of lust in her which would 
come out as soon as she was used to him, but now after three years she still 
resisted any innovations in bed as though he were coarse and perverse for 
even suggesting them. God, last night he had practically had to force her to 
let him fuck her, and then she just lay there practically as if she were 
asleep without responding or getting excited by anything he did, and that 
had taken all the pleasure out of it for him. If only something would wake 
her up to her needs. 

"Okay man, you can go up now," the burly guard announced holding the door 
open for him. "The elevator only makes one stop ... knock on the yellow door 
when you reach the top." 

Dino knocked as he was told and voice bade him enter. He opened the door and 
tried to get his eyes to accustom to the dim light. The huge room with the 
white furniture and white bearskins strewn about seemed to be vacant. The 
huge marble-topped desk was bare and he thought someone was playing some 
trick on him. 

"Mr. Santori ... Franco?" he breathed, and then he noticed an almost 
imperceptible smell of heavy perfume in the air and heard a tiny noise from 
somewhere off to his right. Turning his head, he saw the long deep-seated 
couch and abruptly became aware of a small patch of skin the color of brown 
sugar catching the pale light filtering in through the floor length drapes. 

"Franco had to take care of some business," a husky feminine voice informed 
him. "It's cool, he told me to keep you company while he was away," the 
voice reassured him. 

"Oooohhh ... all right," Dino stammered in his confusion, straining his eyes 
to see the woman's face in the darkness. 

"Come over here so we can see each other," her voice purred to him. He took 
a few cautious strides toward and sofa and then he saw her. It was the blues 
singer who had been with Franco Santori at the Tivoli, stretched out on a 
thick white bearskin draped over the high-backed couch. Her feet were bare 
and he could see her brown skin and calves under the long black robe. At the 
top of the robe he could make out the billowing contours where her ripely 
swelling breasts began and her long slender neck like a column of black 
marble supporting her oval face surrounded by the kinky black hair with the 
blonde streaks at the front. She was smiling in his direction as he 
approached and he smiled a weak smile in return. 

"Call me Jojo, and I'll call you Dino," she cooed. The black woman reached 
for a glass he hadn't noticed was there, and he wondered for a moment if she 
could be drunk, the way she was using such a seductive tone in speaking to 
him. He could see her face quite clearly now, and her eyes seemed to be 
examining him carefully over the rim of the glass as she took a long drink. 

"How about a breakfast drink?" she asked. 

"No, thanks, it's too early for me," he said glancing at his watch for 
confirmation. "Anyway I don't want Mr. Santori to catch me in his office 
with a drink," he said lamely, wanting a drink more than he had ever wanted 
anything in his life, his mouth was suddenly so dry and parched. 

"Oh come one. You're a big boy now. A big boy like you should be able to 
hold a drink and still do his job." With a long swinging motion of her 
shapely dark legs that revealed to his eyes an enticing stretch of naked 
thigh, she got up from the couch and brushed past him, smiling up into his 
face suggestively. 

Dino couldn't help noticing that she had nothing on under the robe, catching 
a fleeting glimpse of her full out thrust breasts separated by a shadowy 
narrow crevice, her tiny nipples standing erectly out under the loose 
garment. He felt a pang of warmth spreading through his loins as he noticed 
the heady mixture of her perfume and an exciting indefinable feminine odor 
that sent his brain reeling with almost uncontrollable desire. 

This is insanity, he was thinking. I shouldn't even be looking at one of 
Santori's women. He would deal with me like he would with a fly and there 
would be nothing I could do about it. 

"Cognac?" her voice came to his ears. He quickly decided that it was all his 
imagination, that this black mistress of the supposed Mafia boss couldn't 
possible be interested in him, and the best thing for him to do would be to 
ingratiate himself with her and try to avoid any further problems with 
Franco Santori. 

"Okay," he answered, trying to feel at ease, as if he had cognac every 
morning for breakfast. 

She poured a large amount of the amber colored liquid into a snifter and 
then moved toward a door on the far side of the desk. 

"Bring my drink, will you?" she said nonchalantly. "It's a bit more 
comfortable in here." Hoping he was doing the right thing, he followed the 
exotic black woman as she opened the door and entered the room. 

His mouth dropped out as he glanced around. The room was decorated entirely 
in black. The sofa and arm chairs were black leather and the only thing that 
broke the dark exterior was a deep wall to wall fur rug of white shag on the 
floor. 

"You like?" she asked, as she closed the door behind her and to his 
surprise, turned the key in the lock. "This is my apartment and no one can 
come in without an invitation ... not even Franco." 

He watched with wide-eyed apprehension and nervousness as she walked 
barefoot through the ankle-deep rug toward him, swinging her widely flaring 
hips insinuatingly from side to side as her legs scissored back and forth. 
When she was close enough, she raised her arm handing him his drink, her 
action causing her robe to spread open wider so that one taut, 
smooth-skinned breast was exposed to his view as far as the dark circle of 
the areole surrounding her nipple. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the 
luscious sight, hypnotized in spite of his effort at willpower to shift his 
gaze somewhere else. He could feel his heart beating wildly, pounding in his 
temples, and then finally by an almost superhuman effort he lifted his eyes 
to her face. 

She looked like a black cat, smiling a lewd seductive grin, almost daring 
him to reach out and touch her sensual body, her arm still. extended and 
holding his cognac. "Interested?" she cooed up at him, undulating her belly 
in his direction like an exotic dancer from a desert sheik's harem. 

"Uhhhh ... yes," Dino stammered, reaching with trembling fingers for the 
glass she was holding and lifting it hurriedly to his lips. He gulped his 
drink as though it were water. It seemed to calm him down almost 
immediately, even though he could still feel the throbbing insistence in his 
inflamed loins, and without hesitating he drank another huge mouthful. 

"I mean, are you interested in me? Do you like me?" she repeated when he 
finally lowered the brandy snifter. Her eyes seemed all of a sudden to be 
smoky with desire as she looked at him, and her pink tongue passed moistly 
over her sensually smiling lips. 

"How could anyone not like you?" he answered in a husky voice. The cognac 
coursing through his system seemed to be having a sudden wild effect on his 
body, his nerve endings jangling all over as if he had somehow become as 
sensitive in his skin as the tip end of his now impatiently burgeoning cock. 

He saw her eyelids droop almost closed as she glanced down at the obvious 
bulge in his trousers. She shuddered then before him, pressing her 
voluptuously vibrant breasts together with her upper arms as if excited by a 
passion so strong she could barely control it. This can't be happening, he 
shouted inside him mind, wanting more than anything else to throw her back 
onto the thick carpet and make love to her like the primitive savage she 
seemed like. 

"I'm so glad you like me," she whispered in a hot sultry voice. "Give me my 
drink and wait here a minute." The touch of her hand on his was like a shock 
of electricity, and then she disappeared through a door into the next room, 
not bothering to close it behind her. He heard some strange clanking noises 
and then her words came through the wild rushing sound in his ears. 

"Come on in, stud," she invited. Filled with mingled fear and anticipation, 
the bewildered young husband stepped hesitantly into the room Jojo had 
entered. His heart pounded loudly and then almost stopped. It was her 
bedroom, decorated all in black like the living room right down to the black 
velvet bedspread but it was not the bed that shocked him but the rest of the 
furnishings. Standing beside the bed was a vertical rack that looked like 
some torture tool from the Middle Ages and on the walls were hanging whips 
and handcuffs, chains and various other bits of strange paraphernalia that 
stunned the young Italian! But it was Jojo herself who really stopped him in 
his tracks! "How do I look?" the brazen black woman smiled at him, rolling 
her body in a lewd rocking motion on the bed. She was wearing some kind of 
studded black leather bikini with high black boots only the bikini covered 
almost nothing. Rings were cut out at the nipples for the large chocolate 
buttons to poke through enticingly and the bottom was really only a tiny 
piece of leather covered with silver metal studs that left her cunt open and 
slid erotically between the crack in her ass-cheekA.. 

Dino Martelli was too surprised and too nervous to speak. 

"Don't be shy, lover, there's only the two of us," she assured him with a 
slight teasing curl of her lip. He looked down at the glass he was still 
carrying, embarrassed, and drained it to the bottom for the smooth 
energizing courage it seemed to be giving him. It was odd, but with each 
further sip the fears he had been feeling seemed to be slipping further and 
further away. A strange confidence he had never before possessed was seeping 
magically through his blood. 

His thoughts returned abruptly to Santori's mistress on the black velvet 
bed. She was writhing slowly, letting him fully absorb the effect she knew 
her bondage outfit would be having on him, and making small, mewling moans 
from deep in her throat. She began to run her hands up and down the 
voluptuous curves of her chocolate milk body and into secret indentations 
and hollows, her eyes closed in ecstasy as though she were alone in the room 
and he was a Peeping Tom. The lewd thought somehow made her performance more 
appealing. 

The confused husband felt another rigid jerk under his pants, his cock 
hardening still more this time as she rolled onto her stomach and buried her 
two hands down under her hidden loins, the twin brown mounds of her 
ass-cheeks with the leather strip between them firmly clenching and 
unclenching as she ground and twisted on the bed. She turned her face 
sideways on the jet-black coverlet and looked at him with desire-hungry, 
heavy-lidded eyes, her moist sensual lips parting slightly to form the 
words. 

"I want you to fuck me," she whispered hoarsely, like tortured animal in 
heat. 

Hearing the lewd words, Dino's fear and panic of the Mafia boss flooded back 
into his confused mind once more like a tidal wave that threatened to sweep 
him away. "Jojo ... I can't do it!" he stammered, knowing at the same time 
that it was what he wanted at the moment more than he had ever wanted 
anything before in his life. The erection in his pants had now risen almost 
to its full height. The tightly restricting material of his shorts hurt him 
and he surreptitiously pushed down, allowing it to slip out one legband into 
the greater looseness of his trousers. 

"Dino!" she hissed in a compelling tone. "Come here." Without warning she 
was sitting up on the bed, a wide-eyed, mesmerizing expression on her face 
now puffed and clouded by the strength of her self-aroused passion. 

He jumped slightly from the unexpected note of menace in her voice and 
afraid of what she might do if he did not try to keep her from becoming 
angry with him, he set down his empty glass and walked to the edge of the 
bed. 

Jojo lowered her eyes for a moment to the bulge at his crotch, grinning 
again almost to herself. "You do like me," she said. "I can see it." 

"I'd be crazy if I didn't," he blurted. "Thank you, Dino. Now I'm going to 
give you an unexpected treat" and she smiled at him and quick as a wink 
before he could do anything about it she snapped a pair of handcuffs on his 
wrists and while he reeled from this unexpected turn of events she snapped a 
pair around his ankles. 

"What the hell? What's this...?" he roared in shock. 

"Just relax and look at me." She knelt down on her knees and then sat back 
on her heels, her hands resting on the bed behind her. Dino glanced down at 
the thin hair-lined lips of her cunt clearly visible up between her slightly 
parted thighs not obscured by the leather thongs. He did not avert his eyes 
and an excited little smile crossed over his face as she opened them a 
little wider to give him a better view. He could see that she was excited, 
if he hadn't been able to tell before. The first tiny dewdrops of moisture 
were faintly visible rising between her chocolate mousse thighs, glistening 
in the tight narrow cuntal slit as she slowly exposed herself to him. 

The handcuffs didn't hurt and in his strange captive position he let his 
eyes wander on up the concave tautness of her belly to the full firmly set 
breasts above, the dark little nodules of her nipples standing out toward 
him as if inviting him to cover them with his mouth and nip at them with his 
teeth. He gritted his teeth together in a vain effort to ignore the 
throbbing hotness threatening to burst out of his slacks, and his eyes moved 
on up to her full-lipped mouth that had a damp sparkle, her tongue-tip 
barely visible as it passed from one corner of her lewdly inviting smile to 
the other. 

Christ, he wanted to fuck her but what was she intending to do with these 
handcuffs on him? And further he didn't really want to fuck any woman that 
was involved with Franco Santori. He had heard of some of the terrible 
things that happened to men that somehow incurred the wrath of one of the 
Mafia bosses. 

"You do want to fuck me, don't you?" she whispered. "Tell me the truth." 

"Jesus Christ, I want to," the manacled young husband said, "but what about 
these...." he rattled the cuffs...." and what about Franco ... " 

"Never mind those ... and forget Franco ... I'm in charge here and you're at 
my mercy," she snarled in suddenly flaring anger. Then her face took on an 
expression of surprised realization as she pretended for the first time to 
understand what Dino was doing at Santori's office. Theatrically, she 
knitted her brow as if worried about the young husband. 

"You're up shit creek with Franco, aren't you?" she asked in false concern. 
"That's why you're so scared," she added, pouting as if a new truth had 
enlightened her. "I'm sorry," Dino spoke unhappily. He was at the same time 
relieved that she now understood and disappointed that the supremely 
luscious body could not be his to do with as he wanted. 

Her eyes looked thoughtful for a moment, and she seemed to be measuring the 
length of the bulging cock in his trousers against the consequences of what 
she was thinking about. Finally she appeared to come to a decision. 

She sat forward and reached toward a handcuffed Dino with her hand and 
hooking her fingers in his belt pulled him nearer to the bed. "I think I can 
help you," she said huskily ... Without warning she reached up, curled her 
arms around his neck and pulled his face down to hers. He was so surprised 
by her words and actions that he did not resist, allowing her to press her 
lips tightly up against his. They were amazingly soft and supple as her 
tongue insinuated itself moistly between his own parted lips, and he thrust 
his tongue out to meet hers, shoving it back deep into her throat. 

She was sucking gently on his tongue, nibbling with tiny sharp nips of her 
teeth that sent chills of excitement running the length of his spine. She 
had gradually risen up onto her knees still wearing the bizarre black 
studded leather outfit and her body was molded against his as though it 
belonged there. She moved her thigh up against his lust-aroused rigidity as 
he ground his lips harshly down onto hers, bringing his throbbing cock to a 
painful hardness. 

He could feel her heated breath coming rapidly on his cheek as he felt her 
resilient flesh massaging against his moistening penis where the seminal 
fluid was seeping from the blunt head into the material of his trousers, and 
he fought to control the sensations of helpless panic rushing through his 
mind. The fact that he was handcuffed and completely at the black woman's 
whim made him even more aroused. 

He had to have her, and he also knew he had to get away from her before 
Franco Santori showed up. It was an impossible situation. He thought his 
head was going to explode and his cock was jerking now as though he would 
cum at the slightest extra pressure from the tension building up in his 
pounding testicles below. 

Finally the masterful black woman reluctantly let her lips slide wetly away 
from his and make a warm moist trail of kisses across his cheek as she moved 
her mouth closer to his ear. 

"I can get Franco to do anything I want," she whispered into his ear, her 
breath there sending tingles of lust-inciting pleasure through his pulsing 
veins. "I can make most men do what I want!" 

"I'm sure you can, especially when they're handcuffed," Dino gasped into her 
fine tendrils of kinky soft hair as he rested his cheek against hers, vainly 
trying to stop the steady trembling sensations deep in his stomach. 

"You fuck me like I tell you, and I'll get him off your back," she promised. 
She was running her fingers teasingly over his heaving chest and belly 
between them and around to his back where his hands were still handcuffed 
behind his back. She felt him stiffen against her in fear and hesitation and 
she abruptly pulled away from him and stared at him with a hard glitter in 
her eyes. 

"I have ways of making you," she muttered in a sadistic attempt to 
intimidate him further. Dino felt his mind racing blindly for a way out of 
his impossible situation. He had never had a way take control like this 
before and reduce him to this. He hated to admit it but he loved this 
feeling of domination this exotic black woman had over him. He could still 
feel the impression of her tiny pointed nipples against the skin of his 
chest and his body was suddenly cold where she had been until now pressing 
into contact with his eagerly responding body, causing even more confusion 
in his thoughts. 

The young husband stood before his captor, swaying slightly as his ankles 
were still in the cuffs, trying to make up his mind, unconsciously taking in 
the delicious feast her body was brazenly offering to him, his eyes feeling 
clouded as though they, and not his balls, were filling up with his steaming 
load of sperm. 

The sadistic black bitch was leaving him no choice and anything he did now 
was immaterial. His mouth twitched downward at the corners as he felt the 
overwhelming desire to retaliate for putting him into this horrible 
compromising situation. 

She sensed his decision to submit to her wishes and spoke, deciding to make 
sure he knew who was boss. 

"Tell me you want to fuck me," she demanded. 

"Yes, I want to," he hissed down at her, hating her for forcing him to give 
in. 

"That's not good enough," she insisted and suddenly he felt the sting of a 
whip on his backside and she began striking him with the long black 
bullwhip. 

Terrified he responded, "I want to fuck you ... I'm dying to fuck you," he 
roared as the whip came down on his back again. 

"How?" she groaned, throwing herself onto the bed and dropping the whip. She 
spread her legs far apart as she writhed and moaned before him. 

"Deep, deep and hard. I want to fuck you like you've never been fucked 
before," the by now almost crazed Dino heard his voice say as though he was 
listening to someone else. 

"Are you going to be a good boy now? Can Jojo take the cuffs off now? Or do 
you want a little more with the whip?" 

"No ... please...." he moaned. "I want you ... I want my cock in your cunt 
... get these things off so I can touch you ... " 

"Okay ... okay," she moaned exhilarated by her complete mastery of this 
young handsome husband. She reached into the black leather harness she wore 
on her breasts and extracted a small key. Quickly she bent over and unlocked 
his ankle manacles and then went behind his back to release his hands. "Now 
get your clothes off and let's see what you can do, stud!" she ordered. 

Desperately, the trapped young husband began stripping his clothes from his 
body. A slight tinge of self-consciousness came over him as he dropped his 
pants and shorts and stood over the bed where she was by now lying watching 
his fully swollen cock standing out in naked erection in front of him. She 
looked over at him standing above her, her eyes riveted on the spasmodically 
jerking penis standing out in the air. She watched the throbbing of the 
blood-filled head for a moment and then said, "I love it. It's going to feel 
good ramming into my cunt. Get over here and stuff my cunt full of cock. 
Fuck me you lousy bastard ... hurry!" 

Almost out of his mind from the erotic whipping she had delivered on his 
stunned buttocks and back and by the bizarre circumstances of being 
completely under a woman's domination he suddenly began asserting himself 
once again. He suddenly felt in control of the situation as her whole body 
quivered under his touch and she limply allowed him to press her fully 
aroused body into contact with his own. 

He moved one hand down to the smoothness of her buttocks and cupped them in 
his fingers. They were beautifully shaped and as firm as he had expected 
them to be. Her body was warm and undulating lewdly up against him and she 
raised her face up to his, locking her mouth wetly over his again as her 
hand searched down between their tightly pressed bellies for the swollen 
hardness of his penis. He gasped out loud into her softly sucking mouth as 
the coolness of her fingers closed firmly around his lust-engorged shaft. He 
pressed his head forward and kissed her moistly back and she crushed the 
full writhing length of her body against his and ground her pelvis in small 
circles tightly into his, then suddenly twisting her body and pulling him 
over on top of her, opening her long black legs wide to take him between 
them. 

In the outer room, Franco Santori sat in front of the videotape monitor with 
a triumphant grin on his ugly face. He had started filming his mistress and 
Dino Martelli as soon as the young husband had entered the bedroom to find 
Jojo in her black leather outfit. That guy could be an asset to our 
organization, Sears thought. He must have nerves of steel to hold off as 
long as he has from fucking Jojo. But Santori almost chuckled to himself at 
the realization that once he found himself under her complete domination he 
just got more and more aroused until he had been a lust machine. 

The Mafia boss felt a slight twinge of jealousy overcoming him as he studied 
the black woman's face in the monitor "and saw the unmistakable signs of 
desire he knew so well. He knew she was not putting on an act. Jojo just 
loved to fuck and that was that. He focused the camera a little closer to 
catch Dino's facial expressions. He didn't want to miss any of this. 

He had big plans for this little show. It was going to get him Dino's 
beautiful innocent wife, and he would screw into her cunt just like this 
bastard was getting ready to fuck the shit out of Jojo. He leaned back with 
lewd anticipation at the thought of those long slim legs of the almost 
angelic looking Anna Martelli wrapped tightly around him as he shoved his 
cock up into her and fucked her into submission. 

The cruel man could feel his penis hardening at the thought as he turned his 
attention back to the two bodies struggling nakedly together on the screen 
in front of him. Small droplets of perspiration began to form on his brow 
from the excitement he always felt when he watched another man fucking a big 
breasted cunt. I wonder how he likes the taste of my cum I shot into her 
mouth earlier, he chuckled obscenely to himself. "Christ, you feel good to 
me," Jojo whispered into Dino's ear shoving the smooth flatness of her belly 
close up against him. Her fingernails trailed hotly across his back, leaving 
smaller welts along with the larger ones her erotically stimulating whip 
marks left behind. He pushed his hands farther down beneath her, cupping the 
fullness of her firmly rounded ass-cheeks in the palms of his hands and 
pulling her open loins up tighter against him. 

He moved slowly up and down, insinuating the pounding hardness of his 
lust-engorged cock along the heated wetness of her widespread cuntal split, 
sensing it growing wetter and wetter still with each passing second. Her 
trembling buttocks began a more desperate rotation up against his throbbing 
loins until her legs, without warning, snaked out wide on both sides of his 
body, her calves locking tightly against the back of his thighs, pulling him 
harder into her. 

"Fuck me now! I can't wait any longer! Shove your cock as far as you can 
into my cunt!" she moaned into his mouth, her eyes clenched shut, her pelvis 
grinding erotically. He started to move but she beat him to it. Her hands 
which had been running searchingly over his body came suddenly down between 
the tender lips of her desire-moistened cunt. Dino groaned as he felt her 
grasp his massively swollen cock, move it maddeningly up and down between 
her legs, parting the soft silky hair of her vagina with the pulsating 
blood-filled tip. The nappy curls of cuntal hair grazed teasingly against 
it, forcing it into an even greater hardness until it ached from the 
excruciating pressure. 

He couldn't hold back another second and flicked his hips forward with a 
sudden cruel thrust that drove it with flesh-splitting fury into the eagerly 
awaiting mouth of her juicy cunt. 

"You're enormous," she moaned beneath him as he felt the warm elastic-like 
sheath slip wetly over the blunt sensitive tip. "Work it in slow," she 
grunted as it entered with a slight popping noise, almost as though she were 
a virgin being taken for the first time. He didn't intend for her to get off 
easy now that she had gotten him into this, and ignoring her pleadings, he 
shoved forward again. 

His long, thick cock raced determinedly up her cunt to the full depths of 
her nakedly trembling belly, warm and tight at first, aching the full length 
of his rigid shaft and then gradually easier as the wetness of her cuntal 
passage smoothed the way. She would soon be able to take whatever punishment 
he could offer her and he pulled the still tightly fitting cock all the way 
back out until only the huge bulbous head was left inside, then rammed his 
hips forward again with all of his strength. 

He could feel the clasping inner walls of her pussy resisting him all the 
way in and with a brutal thumping sound he struck bottom, the tip-end of his 
lust-driven cock punching up against the cushiony surface of her womb 
accompanied by the sound of his heavy balls beneath slapping into her 
eagerly upturned buttocks. 

"Uuunnnggg!" she grunted from the unexpectedly hard impact, and then she was 
screaming a low, animal-like scream beneath him, twisting momentarily to 
escape the penetrating battering ram. But he only thrust harder, screwing 
his pelvis tighter into her nakedly writhing loins so there was no escape 
for her. She was skewered on his rod of flesh like a spitted animal, and he 
gloated to himself, proud that he was able to retaliate for her own sadistic 
behavior. He had gained the upper hand. 

Dino reveled for a moment in his power over another man's woman impaled so 
lewdly beneath him, and then he flexed his cock-head deep inside her again 
bringing another low moan of mixed pleasure-pain from between her clenched 
teeth. 

What a pair of fuckers, Franco Santori mused from his seat in front of his 
video tape monitor as he watched the fleshy hardness of the younger man's 
cock disappear to the hilt between his black mistress's widespread thighs. 
He wondered with a cruel smile on his face what Dino Martelli was going to 
look like when he saw his own young wife being fucked within an inch of her 
life by some guy she didn't even know, namely Franco himself. 

Dino ground his pelvis adulterously into the squirming female flesh beneath 
him as the lust-driven black woman strained back under him, arching her 
loins up at him now, lifting both their bodies a few inches off the 
velvet-covered bed from the strength of her upward thrusts. She moaned 
ceaselessly beneath his relentlessly pounding body, opening and closing her 
legs around his hips as she worked up and down in a chanting rhythm of 
abandonment. Her mouth gaped wide open, her head flailing from side to side 
on the mattress again and again making her kinky hair look like an electric 
black halo around her face. 

"Oh, Jesus ... yessss ... fuck me harder ... make me scream ... fill me with 
cock ... yes ... harder ... hurt me ... oh fuck it ... aaahhh ... 
aaahhhhhh!" Enjoying the effects of his wild intercourse, Dino reached back 
under and between her wantonly jerking buttocks as he continued driving his 
cock rhythmically into the steaming, wetness of her pussy. He stretched the 
narrow crevice of her buttocks wide, searching with the tip of his middle 
finger for the tiny puckered hole of her anus. 

Suddenly he found it. A small rivulet of warm moisture was running down the 
wide-spread separation from where he could feel his lust-hardened rod of 
flesh sawing up into her. It moistened the tightly puckered little mouth, 
lubricating it slightly and he probed experimentally for a moment with the 
tip of his finger. He pushed hard, feeling it give a little, and then 
suddenly the tight elastic nether ring yielded completely and his finger 
slid in up to the first knuckle. She jumped forward, almost crawling on her 
back across the bed to escape the painful invasion of her asshole. 

"It hurts ... Jesus it hurts so good!" she screamed. Happy to hear her words 
indicating he had found a way to punish her wildly writhing body, he thrust 
again, sinking his finger in to the second knuckle. 

"Yes ... yes ... hurt me ... hurt me...!" she ordered. He felt her suddenly 
begin screwing her buttocks back on his probing middle finger until it was 
sunk into her tightly constricted anus to the palm of his hand, his other 
fingers and thumb splayed out over the flaccid softness of her ass-cheeks as 
he pinched and kneaded it in ceaseless torture. He jiggled his middle finger 
deep inside her, lewdly rotating it around in the fleshy depths of her 
asshole. 

He could feel through the thin wall of flesh separating her two passages the 
underside of his cock sliding in and out of her and he began skewering her 
between them, maintaining the same rhythm for both as she continued to groan 
beneath him, opening her legs wide out over the huge bed to give him greater 
access to the ravishing of her loins. 

Dino could feel his cock growing and expanding inside her warm wet cunt 
until it felt as though it were going to burst from the exquisite pressure 
building in his testicles as they slapped heavily against her flattened 
buttocks below. It wouldn't be long he hoped. She had to cum soon, and he 
had to hold his own nearing orgasm back until then. He began ramming it into 
her with long hard strokes in time with his finger to excite her more. 

He could tell she was nearing completion as she gripped him tightly between 
her thighs, frantically opening and closing them around him like a vise in 
time to his demonic thrusts into her soft moist cunt. She gurgled 
passionately beneath him, the sound coming from deep within her throat as 
though she had no control over it. He knew it was about to happen now and he 
continued his merciless thrusting. 

"Hard ... oh, fuck ... harder ... fuck me ... fuck meeeee!" she screamed, 
yelling obscenities which stirred his own lust to greater and greater 
heights, and spurring him on with the pounding of her heels high on his 
back. She had jackknifed her legs up tight, pressing her knees back hard 
onto her breasts and offering him the full opening of her obscenely upraised 
pussy and asshole. Her eyes rolled out of control in her head, her face 
contorted and straining for the final explosion getting so near. 

"Oh, Christ ... oh Jesus ... it's here ... I'm cumming ... I'm cumming ... 
my cunt's flooding!" she yelled suddenly, her mouth gaping Wide in ecstatic 
abandon. She mumbled on incoherently until the sounds coming from her throat 
were a mass of jumbled unintelligible sounds whose meanings was known to no 
one. She pulled back her thighs tighter against her flattened breasts until 
the whole of her stretching pink vaginal slit was presented up to him and he 
battered in still harder. Then she backed her dark ankles over his 
shoulders, her loins squirming beneath him in a wild uninhibited dance of 
abandoned ecstasy. Fuck! Look at that! Franco Santori in the other room 
grinned in lewd excitement as he watched the black singer racing for the 
final climax under the wildly fucking body of his employee Dino Martelli. 

A low primitive scream suddenly pierced through the sounds of the thumping 
mattress and the two panting bodies slapping brutally together. Her nostrils 
flared wide and she screwed herself up on his madly thrusting cock and 
locked herself to him with all the strength of her thighs while her loins 
jerked and twisted spasmodically against the white man's naked loins. 

"You're a fabulous fuck, Dino," she mumbled up at him. "You can ride me 
anytime." 

"It's not over yet," Dino gasped down at her, the ache throbbing hotly in 
his balls. 

"You're not ready, yet," she asked astonished that he'd held back for so 
long. 

"Almost there," he breathed. 

"Roll over," she ordered him. "I'm going to give, you a little treat for 
being a good boy for Jojo." He pulled his finger back out of her asshole, at 
the same time sliding his aching hardness out of the soft wet warmth of her 
cunt. He hated to pull it out, he was so near to shooting his cum into her 
belly, but Jojo's word was law. He was going to pull the ballgame back into 
her capable hands. Whatever treat she promised was sure to be one he would 
remember! 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Anna was furious. As a surprise she had prepared a special dinner and now 
Dino had called to say that he was going to work late on a new shipment down 
at the warehouse. For the last few days, her husband had been calling home 
with excuses and the innocent young wife was very suspicious. Anna was 
almost certain that Dino was seeing some other woman. She was almost beside 
herself with fright at the thought of losing her husband but as much as she 
loved him she was not about to start giving in to his sexual demands which 
she felt excessive. 

Suddenly the doorbell gave two short bursts and the young wife ran to the 
door knowing it was her husband's signal. He must have had a change of 
heart. Oh, she would make it all up to him. 

"Who ... what...." she started to say when the door was part way open. Then 
through her blurred vision she saw the faces of two strange men standing in 
the doorway. Before she had a chance to slam the door the one closest to her 
reached for and grabbed her mouth, cutting off her first scream of terror 
that had been choked off by fear somewhere deep in her throat. Her brown 
eyes were wide with fright and her mouth under his digging fingers twisted 
in a mask of soundless horror. 

"Quick, get her inside," growled the second man, shoving with his full 
weight against the struggling pair. They were inside with the door closed 
behind them and Anna could see a thick muscular arm circling around her, the 
harsh calloused hand pressing into her cheeks and over her mouth until her 
lips arched back against her tightly clenched teeth. The only sound for a 
few moments was the heavy breathing they were making as they held her 
crushed between them and her own low moans. 

Where is my husband? she moaned silently inside her mind. The bitter thought 
that he was probably at this very moment on his way to meet another woman 
poured like acid through her brain, mingling with the horrible realization 
that these men holding her captive in her own home were probably going to 
rape her. 

"All right, Gino," the man who had been pressing his body into hers in front 
said. His voice was cold and flat to her ears, and as he reached into his 
inside coat pocket she saw that he had a long ugly scar that ran from his 
cheek to his forehead. His eyes were expressionless and when he seemed to 
notice her revulsion at his appearance he snarled: "Unless you want a 
matching scar, blondie, you'll keep quiet." 

"Come on, Sal we don't have all night." She felt the fingers of his hand 
holding her around the waist crawl up over her rib cage and begin painfully 
digging into one of her breasts. "If we want a little fun before we take her 
to the boss, we got to get moving," he added hoarsely. 

Anna winced from the effect of his mercilessly pinching fingers on her 
breast and she felt as though her heart were shrinking in size from fear and 
shame as his loins pressed tightly into the curve of her buttocks, his 
hardening penis rubbing into the soft crevice between them. 

The one called Sal took a leather strap from his pocket and tied her hands. 
"We'll just get her prepared for Franco," he snickered. "Okay let's get down 
to it. It's not often we have one this hot looking," Gino said anxiously 
plunking himself down on the couch and unzipping his fly. He reached inside 
his pants and fumbled obscenely with his restricting jockey shorts. 

"You don't have to prompt me," hissed Sal, already freeing his own 
stiffening cock into the air, scooping down below to let his rapidly 
swelling balls beneath hang outside his pants. Gino's lust-thickened penis 
was now fully exposed before the terrified young wife's eyes as she sat on 
the couch trembling at the size of the pulsing cock. She watched paralyzed 
as he wrapped his powerful fist around it and slipped the loose outer skin 
slowly up and down as he walked closer to her. 

"Well, here's your dinner, blondie," he roared coarsely. 

Anna quivered on the sofa, too frightened to move. She watched in terrified 
fascination as he took a seat beside her. "Now get down between my legs, 
baby, and let's see how hungry you are for a cock sandwich." He grinned 
lewdly, motioning for the bound Anna to kneel on the floor in front of him. 

In a state of shock she clambered her to her knees in front of Gino. She 
could clearly see the viscous droplets of pre-cum seeping from the tiny 
opening in the distended tip of his penis. She watched him sliding down on 
the sofa until his buttocks were resting right on the edge of the cushion, 
and his hand pushed the foreskin all the way down from the huge bulbous head 
of his cock so that she could see the rubbery folds of skin flaring around 
the tip. 

Suddenly, he grabbed her long blonde hair and pulled her head right down to 
his cock lightly rubbing the soft spongy flesh against her firmly clenched 
teeth. "Suck it, Mrs. Martelli," he ordered, bumping the blood-engorged rod 
against her fearfully quivering lips. She gasped for breath from the pain 
his fingers in her hair were causing her, feeling the uncontrollable urge to 
do his bidding come from somewhere deep inside her body. As her lips parted 
to suck in the cool air expelled by the sudden shock, the thick shaft of 
flesh rammed quickly forward between her soft moist lips. She could feel the 
thick rubbery cockhead sliding wetly up the full length of her tongue 
inside, the tiny droplets of cum seeping from it and filling the warm cavern 
between her cheeks with its pungent taste. 

His hips on the sofa began a slow undulation, the rock-hard cock sliding in 
and out of her mouth with a lewd wet sucking sound, guided by his large 
meaty hand gripped tightly in her hair. 

Sal moved close to them to watch the puffing of her cheeks, as his friend 
thrust upward between her wetly clasping lips. His grin widened with each 
grunt Gino made ramming it into her helplessly trapped face. He kept his 
right hand stroking up and down his own full erected penis and began running 
his other hand over the backs of her naked thighs, allowing them to rove 
down to her tautly curving calves blossoming below, and then running them 
back up the soft smooth skin to her firmly rounded buttocks clad in white 
nylon panties under her hitched-up skirt. 

His fingers hungrily kneaded her flesh as he watched his companion's thick 
sword sawing into the frightened wife's widely stretched lips. It was an 
exciting picture, the kneeling blonde's helpless face being held tight 
between the two huge hands now pressing against her bulging cheeks, and the 
giant penis forcing its way in and out between her moistly clinging lips as 
she groaned in laboring submission. 

At first she could feel fingers subjecting her to new humiliations from the 
rear but then they stopped and she hoped a part of her ordeal was over. She 
began sucking to please, running her tongue wetly around and teasingly into 
the tiny open slit of the lust-engorged glans. She could feel it throbbing 
in her mouth as though it had a life of its own and would erupt at any 
moment into a gushing fountain of sperm. 

But now she could feel something else. Instead of the other man's fingers 
there was some kind of a vibrating instrument playing obscenely over the 
flimsy panties stretched tightly over her quivering ass-cheeks behind. But 
her captor not content with this hooked his fingers under the waist of her 
cotton skirt and with one pull ripped the flimsy material to shreds and 
threw it off to one side. He didn't stop there, reaching around her forward 
bending bound torso to claw at the buttons of her blouse and tore open the 
front, popping off the buttons one by one. 

He ripped the shreds of the blouse over her hands which were still bound 
behind her back. "Shit look at that," Sal exclaimed behind her in 
appreciation of her soft yet firmly rounded buttocks. His hand not guiding 
the vibrator rummaged up over her back, his fingers working clumsily at the 
clasp of her bra. Suddenly, it snapped apart, and her full young breasts, 
soft and resilient, sprang free. 

She gasped as he pulled the now useless piece of lingerie from her body and 
the two milk-white mounds of firm ripe flesh were cooled by the air of the 
room, her nipples springing into a defensive hardness from the sudden 
exposure and availability to his touch, wasted no time. As he gaped at 
Gino's cock spearing juicily into her tightly ovaled lips, his free hand 
slipped around the side of her body and cupped the ripely swelling firmness 
of her right breast and squeezed it momentarily, bringing another deeper 
groan from Anna's lips as he proceeded to pinch the small rubbery tip of her 
nipple. He rolled it lightly with a lewd grin on his face as he felt her 
body squirming with greater strength now trying to escape him. 

He continued to knead and pinch at her breasts with an ecstatic intensity, 
alternating from one to the other, while with his other hand he operated the 
vibrator down the narrow crevice between the cheeks of her panty-clad 
buttocks and on down into the traitorously moistening pussy slit below. 

Suddenly, Anna jerked her body forward at the sudden obscene vibrating 
intrusion down between her shamelessly moistening vaginal lips, the 
sensations it caused sending ripples of unexplainable passion and desire 
coursing over the surface of her tender inner thighs. 

Behind her, Sal was filled with a hot impatience and drew his hands down 
again to the narrow elastic waistband at the tip of her white panties. He 
hooked his fingers into the see-through material and with a slow certainty 
began to peel them down over the softly rounded flare of her hips. 

Anna felt there was no saving her now and with one swift downward movement, 
Sal peeled the panties all the way down, revealing the vibrant half-moons of 
her buttocks. With the silky material caught at the indented junction of her 
thighs and belly, he gave a vicious jerk, ripping them into useless threads. 

"Now you're going to get fucked and fucked good," he snarled. 

And then the phone began to ring. But it kept on ringing and her hopes were 
dashed. Obviously these brutes were not interested. 

"Start licking with your tongue again," Gino rasped down at her bobbing head 
... "and put your mouth around it good. I want you to suck out all my cum." 

Reluctantly then she began slaving over him for all she was worth, knowing 
he would soon spurt his hot thick sperm onto her tongue and down her throat. 

* * * 

In a cold sweat, Dino put down the receiver of the telephone. It was too 
late. Franco's men had obviously got to his apartment, before him and it was 
all his fault. He should have known the business with Jojo, Franco's 
mistress was just a set-up. The Mafia chieftain had walked in on them and 
told Dino he would kill him unless he could come up with something worth 
saving him for. It was Franco that suggested that his wife, Anna would be 
worth something, worth saving his miserable hide for. 

Feeling sick at heart and terrified for his life he had bargained his wife's 
body like a fifty dollar chip at the gaming tables. To save him some 
embarrassment, Franco had graciously offered to have Anna kidnapped so she 
wouldn't suspect her husband had actually arranged it. 

Dino had agreed at the time but now he had had a change of heart. He was 
going to get his wife and go to the West Coast, anywhere to escape the 
horrible nightmare that had become his life since going to work in the 
Santori Brothers Olive Oil Company. But his last ditch effort had been too 
late. He slammed the door of the phone booth and sat down at the bar and 
ordered a double Scotch. An image flooded his mind of Franco's hands running 
over Anna's innocent young body, pressing his pudgy fingers into her ripely 
tender breasts and down to her cunt. Shaking the picture from his mind, Dino 
was mortified to feel the beginning quiver of an erection in his pants. 

"Another Scotch, bartender and fast," he ordered miserably. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

The phone had stopped ringing and Anna knew that her chance of being rescued 
was out the window. Determinedly, with new effort to get these beasts out of 
her apartment she began bobbing slavishly up and down over the 
lust-thickened shaft of flesh spearing in her mouth. Gino groaned and 
twisted above her, raining obscenities down at the top of her blonde head 
and watching with delight the oval-shaped lips straining widely at his 
hardness as though it were a stick of candy. 

Behind her, Sal searched for and found the wetly smooth opening of her cunt 
and still driving her insane with the vibrator rammed his middle finger 
forward with a hard cruel thrust that burst into her with the fiery pain of 
a red-hot cattle prod. 

"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggg!" she choked around the burgeoning cock boring hotly 
into her mouth, skewering her face like a toothpick. She jerked forward from 
the unexpected pain in her defenseless vagina and Gino thrust up again in 
front, impaling her mouth still deeper on the fleshy shaft until she felt as 
though it would strangle her, and she gagged at the choking entry. In a 
great gasping sound she sucked in her breath from the pressure of the finger 
digging cruelly deep into her nakedly unprotected pussy behind. Grunts of 
protest escaped from around the clinging tightness of her lips as Sal dug 
deeper and deeper, expanding the tightness of her cunt until she thought she 
would faint from the brutal probing. 

Sal ran his eyes down over the full moons of Anna's gleaming white buttocks 
protruding back toward him, round and alluring in the soft light coming in 
the windows of the apartment. His lips curled up tightly as his attention 
was focused on the voluptuous feast spread in servile anguish before him. He 
could see the tiny puckering ring of her anus nestled tantalizingly in the 
narrow crevice that separated the softly curving cheeks of her buttocks, and 
he was tempted to shove his cock up her ass and fill her cunt with the 
vibrator but he remembered then that Franco Santori had warned him not to 
touch her there, to save her virginal asshole for him. 

Anna gasped and held her breath as she felt him squirming up closer behind 
her, his hand wrapped tightly around his lust-hardened cock, guiding it 
slowly and deliberately up between the moistly throbbing flanges of her 
vagina. She cringed forward again, her face contorted in dread over the 
thick shaft still relentlessly plunging up between her lips, as she felt the 
large bulbous tip-end of Sal's cock moving up and down behind her in the 
wide-spread slit of her vagina, parting the sparsely curling blond pubic 
hair in preparation for his entry. She tried instinctively to close her legs 
to him, but his knees insinuated between them and held them cruelly open. 

"I'm ready to fuck it to her," Sal said to Gino. Gino heard his words, only 
dimly aware of their meaning, almost lost to the world from the wild 
pressuring sensations building and building in his loins from her warmly 
sucking lips on his cock. But he wanted to watch this, and slowly he forced 
his attention down to the thick shaft poised at the fringes of her softly 
layered cuntal lips, leaning over her back so far he could feel her blonde 
head butting him in the stomach with each bobbing motion she was making. 

He slipped one hand from her head down over her back and pressing his middle 
finger along the full length of the narrowly curving crevice, with his other 
fingers and thumb he squeezed the softly resilient flesh down flat to get a 
better view. He could feel the warmly palpitating pink anus under the second 
joint of his extended middle finger as he held her vise-like with his hand. 

Anna whimpered aloud as she felt the first warm hard contact of her 
tormentor's lust bloated penis against the fearfully cringing lips of her 
pussy. She groaned incoherently, her head pinned between Gino's stomach and 
his rigidly impaling cock between her lips. 

Sal pressured forward again behind her, flexing his buttocks with all his 
strength until suddenly, it gave. The tight elastic ring of her vagina 
unexpectedly popped open and then clamped wetly around the huge blood-filled 
cockhead slipping moistly up inside her with a headlong rush that left Anna 
gasping for breath. She jerked her head wildly over Gino's pistoning cock, 
the shock of the sudden entrance rejuvenating her shattered muscles for a 
moment and she squirmed and twisted trying to escape the cruel and painful 
impalement of her cunt. 

"Shit man, is she tight!" Sal moaned from behind as he felt its warm wet 
walls slipping over his swelling hardness like hot butter. His head fell 
loosely back as his loins thrust forward and his rock-hard cock speared into 
her. It drove on and on racing and shoving away all before it in great waves 
of moistly clinging flesh until suddenly his pelvis pressed tightly against 
her and flattened her upraised ass-cheeks with a loud smacking sound like an 
open palm slapping a face. 

Gino groaned above her from the wild sensations of her moist warm mouth 
around his rigidly expanding cock, and slipping his hand away from her 
widespread buttocks, he rammed his throbbing hardness deeper and harder into 
the back of her throat, his strong hands like a tightening steel band around 
her head. From the obscene sight of his companion's long thick cock 
gradually but relentlessly plowing up into the pinkly glistening cuntal 
mouth opening slowly to receive it, his own cock began a sudden jerking 
motion he could no longer control. 

Anna groaned from the increased force of the heels of his hands clamped 
painfully into her temples as she continued sucking at the hotly spurting 
jets of cum now flooding into the depths of her throat, her head bobbing in 
rapid rhythm as she swallowed the lewd sperm filling the warm moistness of 
her imprisoned mouth. She clasped her feverish lips in a tight elastic ring 
around the sporadically jerking rod of flesh, swirling her tongue around and 
around its madly throbbing tip. 

Suddenly, she wanted to suck it dry, to suck it until it hurt him, to punish 
him for the bitter humiliation he was forcing upon her. His deep-throated, 
agonized groans of pleasure, mistaken by her for pain, incited her to 
greater effort. Finally, the giant spewing cock gave one last burning spurt 
and fell slowly dormant, palpitating slightly in her clinging lips like a 
small panting animal. She watched as it slipped glistening out of her mouth 
and slowly deflated and sank into limpness. 

Anna suddenly became aware of the completely new sensations coursing through 
her veins from Sal's lust-driven cock slipping wetly in and out of her fully 
expanded cunt now accepting its hugeness without any resistance. 

Slaving rhythmically behind her, Sal was now completely blind and deaf to 
the rest of the world around him. He was in a trance watching the thin pink 
folds of the young wife's cunt clinging to his hotly pulsating shaft on the 
outstroke, then being swallowed in again each time he buried his thick hard 
cock to the hilt in her nakedly quivering belly. Almost unconsciously he 
reached forward over her now slightly undulating torso with both hands and 
grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her whole body back tightly against 
him. 

Against her will every tingling nerve-ending in Anna's tortured young body 
seemed to be alive and vibrating from the intense pleasure now rushing over 
her. Her last remnants of resistance had been conquered, and like a 
reluctant slave submitting to a skillful master, she knelt in submission 
before him. 

The upper part of her body suddenly went limp and she began grinding her 
spasmodically trembling buttocks back willingly into contact with his 
pounding loins, wantonly rotating her passion-inflamed cunt on the fleshy 
ridges of his endlessly plunging, deeply pumping penis fucking into her from 
behind. 

"DO it, baby ... ride it," he muttered as he felt her pitching and lurching 
under him. He knew she was getting close to climaxing in her vagina wrapped 
so firmly and wetly around him, and he wanted to cum too so he could feel 
her pulsating cuntal walls sucking at his cock as he filled her belly with 
the thick load of semen. 

Sal's body was now a ball of sheer uncontrolled lust that had unleashed 
itself completely against the soft tender female flesh writhing and 
squirming in front of him. He could feel his heated rod growing thicker and 
thicker in her belly as he ground savagely into her, a wave of sadistic 
delight flickering across his contorted face. He had never fucked anything 
as young and appealing as this before, and it was driving him almost insane 
to see her responding to him with such total lack of inhibition. His pulsing 
cock ached and burned as it never had before. 

Then suddenly her voice came to his ears, beginning in a low mewling cry 
that went on and on and gradually became a low-pitched, continuous howling 
whine that sounded like the final warning that the long-awaited orgasm was 
already starting. 

That was it for him! As her warm wet muscles clasped and unclasped around 
his pile-driving cock, Sal threw back his head with a high-pitched squeal 
and his white-hot sperm shot like a burst fire hose up into Anna's widely 
spread cuntal passage. She was rocking and grinding in helpless abandonment 
on his lewdly impaling shaft as he emptied himself with spurt after spurt of 
his boiling male cum deep up inside her, filling her nakedly writhing womb 
to the bursting point. 

Anna was completely without control now, screaming for the stranger to 
continue pumping into her fitfully throbbing cunt, not to stop, to go on and 
on and onand then at last it was finished. Her mind was spinning wildly 
through eternity while the jangling nerves all over her body slowly subsided 
until she felt drained and cleansed of all lustful desire forever. Then she 
was jolted back into the reality of the moment by the harsh voice coming to 
her ears from above. 

"Get off her, Sal," she heard Gus say. "Franco's waiting, we've got to make 
tracks." 

"Okay, man," came Sal's growl from behind her. As he lifted, Anna could feel 
his deflated penis slipping wetly from her cum-drenched cuntal passage. Gino 
then got up from his straddled position in front of her and she let herself 
slide forward in utter fatigue and completion, resting her perspiring face 
on the seat of the sofa. 

She was dimly aware that one of them behind her slit the bonds on her wrists 
and she could hear the two men mumbling their approval of her unwilling but 
fabulous performance. 

Suddenly the commanding voice came to her again. 

"All right, blondie ... let's hit it...." the one called Sal ordered. "We're 
splitting ... let's get you dressed." Dear god! she whimpered inside her 
mind as the meaning of his words dawned. They aren't content with forcing me 
to submit to their lewd obscene demands. They're going to abduct me! 

"Please, leave me alone. You've made some mistake. We aren't rich. My 
husband has no money to pay for a ransom!" Gino snorted derisively. "No one 
said anything about money, baby," he growled as he pulled a small package 
out of his coat pocket. "Okay, Sal, let's get this gear on her and get out 
of here." 

* * * 

Anna was in a fog and suddenly she noticed that they had dressed her in the 
most obscenely seductive outfit she had ever seen. The bra that they had 
hooked on her was little more than black leather straps connected to bands 
of metal studs circling the smooth round base of her voluptuous breasts, 
leaving most of the milk-white flesh nakedly exposed, including the tender 
pink aureoles with her tiny bud-like nipples. The matching leather panties 
they had slipped up over her smoothly tapering legs as she stood in a 
shocked stupor, were cut out in the back to allow her tantalizing curved 
ass-cheeks to remain in view, a thin metallic strip disappearing into the 
full length of the narrow crevice between them, while a tiny triangle of the 
same leather, held by straps following the hollowed indentations at the 
junction of her belly and thighs, covered only the pinkly pouting lips of 
her vagina and was surrounded by tiny blonde curls of her pubic hair. She 
had never in her life even dreamed of wearing such a bizarre getup. To wear 
such things would have seemed to her the actions of a whore though she had 
to admit to herself in the long mirror on the living room wall that she did 
look unbelievably sexy in them. 

Then Sal lifted each of her feet from the floor in turn and slipped on a 
pair of high heeled black leather boots with silver chains dangling from the 
tops. "Now that's a gorgeous piece of ass!" Gino whistled. "We'd better push 
off before I ram my cock into her asshole. Just look at it with that strap 
up there." He couldn't resist poking his finger in her anus just one time 
and then rubbing his cock between her asscheeks before Sal returned with a 
coat from Anna's closet and made her wear it. 

"Where are you taking me?" Anna inquired anxiously. 

"Why, angel, we thought you knew. You're going to a party to show off your 
new clothes!" 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Nervously, Dino drove along the street looking for the address that Franco 
had given him. This was the night of reckoning. Tonight his agreement with 
Franco would be over and he was anxious to see his wife again. Franco had 
not actually said that Anna would be present but he had said that there 
would be a party at his house tonight and he would like (Dino read ordered) 
him to attend. He found a parking space and walked up to the gate and 
buzzed. A voice inquired who he was and then electronically released the 
gate when he gave his name. He walked into the house and was greeted by a 
small brunette who smiled and called him by name. She was beautiful and 
exciting to look at in the leather bikini she wore and Dino was instantly 
reminded of the morning he had spent in bed with Jojo when she had worn a 
similar costume. 

"I didn't know this was a costume party," Dino said as the girl handed him a 
black leather face-mask. 

"Oh, not everyone will be in costume," she answered cryptically. "Now let's 
join the others, shall we." Franco Santori really must be raking in the 
bucks, Dino was thinking as they approached the opulent living room and 
caught his first sight of the circle of guests in various positions of 
sitting and lying around a long oval table covered with mounds of exotic 
food. At the far end of the table on a raised platform padded with pillows 
of all shapes and colors, sat Santori dressed in a black leather outfit. 
Dino glanced around quickly and noticed that most of the guests, men and 
women, were dressed in various costumes of black, some studded with heavy 
metal pieces and some sleek and plain with menacing looking zippers. Santori 
motioned to Dino to sit down. He waited until he saw that Dino had relaxed a 
little in the surroundings, smiling in secret satisfaction to himself as he 
remembered what he had in store for the unsuspecting young husband. 

"I've invited a few friends tonight," he said in his harsh voice. He pointed 
to a man with a bushy moustache that obviously hid some kind of ugly scar. 
"My right hand man, Al. Next to him, our star performer for tonight, Willie 
the Executioner." 

Dino looked with fear at the huge black man with the leather shorts with a 
black bullwhip clipped to the chain belt. His face was sinister looking with 
dark squinting eyes and short cropped kinky hair. The black man must have 
been seven feet tall and Dino could not avoid noticing the heavy bulge at 
the man's loins indicating he must have a penis of considerable proportions. 

Franco was about to continue with the guest list when a bell sounded. "It's 
time for our little party to really begin," Santori announced. As Dino 
sipped his drink, the shapely brunette who had greeted him at the door 
appeared on a small stage a few feet away from the table and began a 
sinuously seductive dance to some rock music coming from behind a curtain. 
He watched spellbound with the others as she gradually removed her leather 
costume until she was dancing in front of them completely naked, a light 
show of vivid colors playing over her well-formed breasts and softly 
contoured belly as well as on the curtain behind her. 

The young husband found himself becoming aroused by the openly suggestive 
movements she was making, ending up by writhing on the floor on her back as 
though some invisible man were lying over her making love to her 
passionately. He could hear the men around him grunting in pleasure as her 
flaring hips raised rhythmically from the floor as if to meet the imaginary 
downward thrusting penis she was responding to in her trance, her buttocks 
beneath flattening out each time they touched the wood and her pinkly little 
nipples on her breasts jiggling lewdly from her movements. 

Her long dark hair was swirling around her head wildly as it flailed 
insanely from side to side, an expression of utter abandon on her face. 
Finally the blaring rock music came to an abrupt stop and she lay briefly 
before them in an attitude of complete exhaustion and satiety. Then the 
lights stopped flickering over her prostrate form and she was blocked from 
their view by the second curtain which swept forward separating her from 
their view. 

"And now for our main event ... a multi-media presentation produced by AI 
Tripinani," Santori announced. 

The curtain raised to the sides again and on the white curtain in back the 
blurred images of a movie in progress began. Dino could not at first make 
out what was going on, then he realized that in reality the movie was on a 
mammoth video screen on the other side of the filmy material and the 
flitting images of colored light on the curtain itself were obscuring the 
details. He strained his eyes, but he could only discern that it was a 
couple making love, their faces and bodies so fuzzy he could not be sure 
what they were doing to each other. He heard a movement at the table to his 
right and turned to see the man Santori had called Willie the Executioner 
quietly leaving by way of a separation in the drapes behind him. 

Suddenly the white curtain in front was aside and he could see clearly now 
the figures on the screen which must have been almost twenty feet across. 
The man was eating the woman's cunt! 

She was moaning helplessly beneath him as his tongue lashed serpent-like 
again into her eagerly upturned loins, turning her into a mass of squealing 
and squirming helpless desire from his patient ministrations. 

Dino licked his lips which were becoming parched and he peered closely at 
the obscenely gyrating figures on the screen. He could tell that the man in 
the picture was Franco Santori but he wondered who the hot-blooded cunt 
thrashing wildly beneath him was. He would have given anything to have a 
woman like that. 

* * * 

Anna Martelli was standing off to one side of the small stage when the 
videotape started, out of sight of the group sitting with Santori. After the 
debasing and humiliating acts she had been forced to submit to during the 
last few days, she no longer had the will to resist the woman who had 
dressed her once again in her obscene leather outfit with the black mask and 
left her standing in readiness for whatever was held in store for her. 

After she had been raped in her own apartment what seemed like weeks before, 
she had been brought here and been subjected to an endless series of 
perversely lewd sexual orgies which had left her feeling weak for sex. 

Now as she stared blankly at the obscene pictures on the video screen she 
was suddenly startled to recognize herself in a scene from he first night in 
this nightmare of a house where she was a slave. 

She was standing in the picture with her back pressed back tightly against 
the door of the room she had been locked in, the man with her stripping his 
clothes from his body. She wanted to close her eyes and shut out this 
repetition of the horror of that moment, but she was dazed and almost 
hypnotized by the scene unfolding before her. It seemed to her that it was 
happening all over again right at that moment as she watched. 

It took but a second until Franco Santori stood in front of her completely 
naked, his thick hard cock standing out from beneath the slight paunch he 
was beginning to develop like the menacing shaft of a blunt lance. He faced 
her with a lewd grin on his lips and began stroking the heavy uncircumcised 
foreskin back and forth over the huge bulbous head. 

"Bet your husband never had anything like that to stuff in that little 
cunt," he tormented her, watching the contorted expressions of paralyzing 
fear cross over her face like some great tidal wave of darkness. Anna on the 
screen tried to speak, but she couldn't. She was completely frozen against 
the door as she watched the lewd man still stroking himself before her. 
Against her will, her eyes dropped again to the hard fleshy instrument he 
was holding in his hand. 

It was obscenely thick! In spite of her fear, she found her mind wondering 
how a woman could take such a thing inside her without being split asunder. 
He started slowly toward her, and Anna involuntarily flinched as though what 
she was seeing on the screen was happening to her at this very moment all 
over again. 

She was dressed in the indecent, revealing black leather cut-out brassiere 
and panties her abductors had put on her body that first day and she 
instinctively moved her arms to cover her nakedly exposed breasts from his 
leering face. 

"You know what this little outfit means, don't you?" he growled. 

"N-nooo," she whimpered. "It's a bondage outfit and you're my slave, Anna," 
he said in a menacing voice, "and ... if you don't do everything I want I'm 
going to do something ugly to you, but," he continued cheerfully, "I don't 
think that's going to be necessary. I know your type. You like to be forced 
to do things. You're too shy to assert herself or make your needs known so 
I'm going to take that responsibility for you. I'm going to force you to do 
things you've only dreamed about and you'll thank me for it. You'll love it, 
my little scared fawn." 

Suddenly, he reached out with his thick meaty hands and with a quick sudden 
jerk drew her nearly naked body up hard against him, cupping her face in his 
palms. With an evil grin he pressed his wet lips tightly down on hers, 
thrusting his tongue deep into the vainly protesting depths of her mouth. 
She stood limply in front of him feeling the hardness of his penis digging 
into the naked softness of her stomach. Then his hands left her face and 
snaked around her body and down to her firmly rounded buttocks behind, 
kneading and pinching lewdly at the almost pantyless flesh before he ripped 
with his thumbs at the leather strips holding the flimsy garment in place 
and it fell in a tiny heap to the floor around her ankles. The open-front 
black bra came next and she heard him mutter a faint sight as he dropped it 
to the floor and moved his head back in appreciation at the way her 
completely exposed breasts remained standing out voluptuously in the air 
toward him. There was nothing left. She stood before him like a love slave 
while he panted in front of her. She was swaying dangerously, almost losing 
her balance as she felt his powerful fingers grip her upper arm and force 
her to move toward the bed in the room. The sudden wet contact as he again 
pressed his lips onto hers sent a chill racing the length of her spine and 
she automatically tried to back away from him. The edge of the bed caught 
her behind the knees and she sprawled flat on her back, her legs opening 
wide as she landed. 

Franco Santori leaped forward and caught her in that position as she kicked 
to close her legs. He clamped his sweating palms against the soft insides of 
her thighs and held her as she had landed. Legs spread wide apart and eyes 
open wide in abject terror, she struggled valiantly, but it was a hopeless 
one-sided battle. She could see him hunched on all fours down between her 
widespread thighs grinning up at her between her proudly upstanding breasts. 
The moist pink flesh of her nakedly exposed cunt was presented up to his 
leering face in defenseless sacrifice. 

He placed his palms flat against the insides of her thighs his thumbs 
resting on the soft fleshy outer lips of her cunt. Then with a slow 
torturing outward movement of his thumbs he drew the pinkly layered lips 
slowly apart helplessly exposing the glistening cuntal slit to his gaze. He 
watched it greedily for a moment and then, with an animal-like groan, 
dropped his head and buried the full length of his tongue lizard-like into 
the moistly flowering mouth of her warm pussy. 

Now as Anna stood off to one side of the video screen watching the 
ravishment she had suffered at Franco Santori's hands earlier, she was dimly 
aware of a slight throbbing beginning deep in her loins. Her own voice from 
the screen jerked her attention back. 

Oooooohhh ... yes ... oooohhhh ... yessss!" her screen image was whimpering 
before Santori's depraved attack. Her head was up off the mattress, watching 
in horrified disbelief that this nightmare was actually happening to her as 
his head rocked lewdly up and down in greedy feast between her legs. 

But in spite of the horrible things being done to her, tiny wisps of 
forbidden pleasure began to ripple down deep in her naked belly and her arms 
lay tensed at her sides while her softly mounded breasts quivered from the 
torturous buffeting her body was undergoing. His hands reached up over the 
white flatness of her belly and dug harshly into their fleshy sponginess, 
his fingers rolling the hardening nipples between them in unrelenting fury. 

His hands lifting under the backs of her knees, Franco Santori pushed them 
up and over her body so the kneecaps touched her breasts and exposed the 
whole flat plane of her loins to his lustful view. He grinned lewdly and 
flicked the tip of his tongue into the tight little puckered mouth of her 
anus nestled just below the opening of her cunt. 

She was sobbing helplessly before his attack, and then suddenly, despite her 
revulsion and humiliation, her body began to desert her. Her buttocks jerked 
back involuntarily at the darting tongue sending wicked spasms of pulsing 
sensations coursing through her raw nerve-endings. She was clenching her 
teeth tightly together and fighting with all her will against the tiny 
licking sparks that threatened to burst into sudden uncontrollable flames 
and devour her in her vulnerability. 

But it was a losing battle as Franco Santori continued to lick ceaselessly 
at her nakedly splayed loins below. And then, after a moment of long 
desperate struggle within her tortured and confused mind, the restraining 
dam burst. 

Her shamelessly aroused body suddenly jerked spasmodically and began a slow 
abandoned movement up against his lewdly thrusting tongue. Her hands 
involuntarily curled down into his hair with a soul-stirring moan from deep 
in her chest. She had forgotten her thoughts of her husband, forgotten the 
humiliation. All that mattered now were the delicious shafts of pleasure 
piercing through her flesh like tiny pricking needles of fire. 

Franco Santori sensed the sudden submissive surrender just as he had 
predicted and with a savage grin again thrust his tongue deeper into the 
moistly quivering sheath of her vagina. She was his now, he gloated feeling 
the soft silky pubic hairs grazing tantalizingly against the tip of his nose 
and the-sides of his cheeks. She was grinding her buttocks in a slow 
hypnotic rhythm up against his face, pained contortions of pleasure twisting 
her features as she clenched her eyes shut and bared her lips back over the 
even whiteness of her teeth. 

The look of abandoned wanton sexuality Anna saw come over her face on the 
video screen so shamed and embarrassed her as she watched the replay of that 
first awful night, that she was forced to close her eyes to block out the 
view. She stood where she was off to one side of the stage, feeling the 
unbidden ripples of sensual excitement once more coursing thrillingly over 
her newly awakening body. She knew then she was lost forever to the world of 
her ordinary life. She had become just as depraved and lustful as her 
captors, and never again would she be able to return to her previous 
existence. 

* * * 

Dino felt slightly annoyed that the videotape was not focused better. He 
couldn't make out the face of the fabulous woman on the screen. He wondered 
if Jojo were going to be here tonight too and then his attention was taken 
by a simultaneous slide presentation showing various couples in stages of 
fucking that were making him even more aroused. But then the volume on the 
video screen was raised and his attention was once again directed back 
there. 

"Open your cunt, baby, I'm coming inside," he heard Santori's voice coming 
out of the speaker.' Quivering, half in fear and half in anticipation, the 
blonde girl on the screen opened her thighs wider apart. Franco levered up 
over her, his arms stiff, his hands resting on her shoulders. He dropped one 
hand down between his fingers and guided it forward, using the thick rubbery 
head to part the full, fleshy lips of her cunt. She turned the back of her 
head to the camera on the mattress, shuddering as she felt its soft 
electrical contact against the sensitively tingling edges of her moistening 
pussy. 

He shoved forward. "Noooooo," she gasped as the huge blood-filled tip 
slipped through, stretching cruelly the tight rubbery opening until it 
seemed as though her thighs were splitting apart from the relentless outward 
pressure. 

"Stop it! You're hurting me! You're killing me!" She was suddenly screaming 
almost at the top of her voice as she jerked her eyes open in fear and saw 
his evil sadistic grin above her. He was enjoying watching her suffer 
beneath the cruelty of his ceaseless penetration of her cunt. 

Suddenly, the grin on his face faded and a contorted expression of sheer raw 
lust replaced it. He obviously could stand it no more, watching this 
innocent young wife lying helplessly spread-eagled beneath him with the head 
of his cock disappearing slowly up into the hair-fringed flesh of her pussy. 

He fell forward, his weight smashing her full, firmly fleshed breasts back 
against her chest. At the same time, he thrust his hips forward and his 
long, thick cock slipped into her cunt like a battering ram, forcing its way 
up through the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls in rippling waves 
before it. There was no stopping it until with a loud groan his balls 
smacked heavily into the upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched buttocks. 

Christ! He's really ramming it to her! Dino gasped as he unknowingly watched 
his wife being savagely skewered by Franco Santori's hugely expanded cock. 
He felt his own penis jerk wildly and begin climbing up toward complete 
erection. He continued to watch as Santori began a slow rocking motion 
between the young blonde's outstretched thighs, ignoring her cries of pain. 

Before long her whole body was twitching and writhing beneath him on the 
screen as she groaned up at him incessantly. Low hums of passionate servile 
acceptance began coming in torrents from deep in her nostrils flared, a 
light perspiration breaking out on her forehead under the now disheveled 
blonde hair. 

Suddenly, Willie the Executioner stepped out from the curtain on the left of 
the screen. The others in the room made noises of amazement at the giant of 
a man stood before them completely naked, his still soft cock hanging like a 
crowbar down his thigh. It was obvious he was proud of it as he took it in 
both his hands and began stroking it in a slow obscene motion to make it 
harden, nodding his head to an unseen person on the opposite side of the 
video screen. 

A slim, graceful blonde in a black leather outfit with a black mask stepped 
across the platform toward the giant black man. Dino gasped, it looked like 
the same girl who was in the movie he was watching. 

He gasped in appreciation at her lushly rounded curvaceous body as she 
walked before his very eyes completely oblivious to everyone. Her eyes were 
staring in wide-open fascination and muted terror at the monstrous thick 
black cock Willie the Executioner had by now worked up to unbelievably 
enormous proportions. 

As Dino watched, spellbound by the young blonde's innocent-looking body, the 
black man stepped over to her, still slowly stroking his fully expanded 
penis up and down. With his other hand he ran up the inside of her tautly 
fleshed white thigh all the way to the wetness of her barely visible pink 
cuntal lips, and his head at the level of her softly flaring hips dropped to 
let his thick wet lips slip over her tender skin. His lewdly trailing tongue 
left a glistening path behind it as he licked into her tiny navel and then 
passed on around her wasp-like waist to kiss and nibble at the smooth oval 
cheeks of her buttocks, dipping briefly down into the narrow crevice between 
them. 

After her first twinge of revulsion and fear at being openly fondled by the 
grotesque black man, his tongue slithering obscenely over her sensitive 
skin, Anna felt tiny quivering sensations of arousal up between her thighs. 
After all she had been through in the last few days, the inner urge she felt 
to protect herself from further humiliation and debasement at the hands of 
her captors no longer seemed worth the effort and she stood docilely on the 
platform as the black man explored the secret indentations of her 
voluptuously curved body. Her body had betrayed her into wantonly and 
recklessly enjoying the obscene acts she had been forced into so often that 
she had little reason left to oppose this further degradation. 

Finally she felt his moistly burning lips and digging fingers leave her now 
trembling body and his husky voice came to her ears. "This one loves to 
fuck," he announced to the others in the room. "Notice her sweet round ass, 
the ripe tits, the tight little cunt. And how would you like your cock 
ramming into that pouting little girl mouth?" he grinned lewdly at them. He 
was obviously enjoying his role of auctioneer. Then, still stroking his 
monstrously swollen cock, the black man snapped the fingers of his left 
hand. 

A tall black woman with kinky black hair streaked blonde at the front 
wearing a mask joined them on the stage. Once again the man called Willie 
the Executioner ran his rough hand over the fresh new body offered to his 
touch, reaching up to grasp the black woman's already swollen nipples 
between his thumb and forefinger, kneading and pinching at the chocolate 
buds alternately and then leaning down to take one of them wetly into his 
mouth. He sucked and nipped painfully at her quiveringly erect flesh for a 
long moment, his right hand continuing to jerk rhythmically up and down on 
his lust-hardened rod touching the softness of her belly, while his left 
hand roamed at will over the trembling half-moon of her cocoa colored 
buttocks, and then abruptly he stood back away from her and gazed insolently 
at her. The nipple he had been clasping in his thick lips shone wetly in the 
colors reflecting from the continuing light show flashing around them, and 
the woman's softly mounded breasts and naked belly were heaving in obvious 
arousal as he gave his appraisal to the onlookers. 

"This one needs a well-hung dude with a lot Of stamina. She'll literally 
fuck you to death. I won't let her go for less than a thousand." Sitting in 
front of the platform, Dino was sure he recognized the black woman. It was 
Jojo, Franco Santori's mistress. Almost at the same moment the realization 
hit him, he heard Santori whisper hoarsely into his ear as he leaned across 
the table. 

"Go to it, kid," he growled. "Take Jojo on the house." He grinned obscenely 
before sitting back against his cushions to observe Dino's reaction. So this 
really is a slave auction, Dino thought. These luscious women were going to 
be auctioned to the highest bidder for whatever perverse demands their 
buyers would make of them. 

Then Dino watched as the dark-haired woman who had led him into the party 
walked out to join the other two women. She had removed her leather costume 
and now stood nakedly exposed before the eyes of all the men in the room. 

Still standing like a submissive slave on the platform, Anna saw the 
auctioneer drop to his knees in front of the third girl and lick his lips 
lewdly as he looked up at the soft dark curls lining her vagina presenting 
itself so close to his upturned face. 

Without warning, he thrust his head forward and buried it up between the 
pinkly quivering outer folds of her cunt. The girl gasped at the sudden heat 
burning in her pussy and her fingers reflexively tangled in the black man's 
coarse hair and pulled his face even tighter to her loins. His right hand 
left his stiffly jerking cock below, and he grasped both of her firmly 
clenching buttocks in his digging fingers so hard that the soft flesh 
squeezed out between them in white ridges. The dark-haired girl had her eyes 
clenched tightly shut, and she bent her knees slightly to each side of his 
jerking head below to give him greater access to her warmly pulsating cunt, 
her uninhibited moans of pleasure filling the air in the room. 

Anna watched in total disbelief as the black man obscenely licked into the 
girl's already slightly swiveling loins. The dark-haired girl was abandoning 
herself completely to his lewd ministrations in front of everyone present! 
It looked as though she might even have an orgasm at any second. But then 
just as abruptly as he had begun, the black man tore his mouth away from her 
wetly glistening vagina and stood back. The girl was helplessly writhing her 
deserted body before him, tightly gripping her upper thighs together in a 
vain attempt to extinguish the passionate fires he had just ignited inside 
her excitedly squirming cunt. 

Panting heavily from his effort, his lips shining wetly, Willie the 
Executioner grasped his lust-thickened rod of flesh once more in his fingers 
and jerked the loose outer skin quickly up and down as he spoke in a low 
harsh voice. "This one is twelve hundred ... and a steal at that price," he 
announced. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

"Oh. god ... oh ... Lord ... I'm cumming! aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh ... I'm 
cummmmiiiinnnnnnggggg!" Dino's attention was focused back on the video 
screen as he watched the volcanic upheaval affecting the blonde girl in the 
picture, feeling his cock almost itching and burning inside his pants from 
the pornography he was viewing. 

At the same time, Anna standing on the stage was startled by the sound of 
her own voice on the screen behind her and turned her head to watch. 
Immediately she felt her cunt begin opening and moistening in vicarious 
excitement as she remembered how it had gushed and flooded juicily around 
the hotly pistoning cock she could now see driving up into her own upturned 
pussy. As she watched, he thrust faster digging deeper and deeper inside 
her. Her breath was coming in short desperate gasps and he thrust deep again 
as his own hot, wet sperm shot from the end of his throbbing shaft far up 
into her soft, quivering belly. Her legs went limp all of a sudden and fell 
out to the sides, splayed obscenely on either side of his still heaving 
body. 

Anna felt her heart pounding in her chest as she viewed the replay of that 
first night, recalling how their surging cum had mingled lewdly deep down 
inside her in a hot wet pool of joy she had never known could exist. She had 
been beaten and yet felt satiated as never before and yet at this moment as 
she watched, it seemed she could still feel his thick penis buried deep 
inside her gently palpitating vagina. She had been fucked and fucked good 
and now she suddenly wanted it again more than she had ever wanted anything. 

"Place your bids for the blonde with the heart-shaped ass!" 

Dino didn't know if he was going to have his pick so he waited for Franco to 
make his move, but Franco had seen his eyes on the blonde already. 

"I've got first choice, Dino," Franco announced pompously. Then before Dino 
could answer, Santori made a sign to Willie who led the young blonde to a 
leather hassock at one side of the screen, forcing her to bend over it with 
her knees spread wide on the floor. 

"I'll take Jojo," Dino told Santori in disappointment at not getting a 
chance with the blonde. "Sorry, kid Willie wants her ... black beauties 
together you know. Pick one of the others." Without waiting for further 
discussion, the black man grabbed Jojo and flung her to the floor of the 
stage, facing Anna still bent over the hassock. 

The black man then took Jojo by the ankles and spread her long dark legs 
wide apart. He crawled up on his knees between her full firm thighs and 
spread her softly rounded asscheeks with his hands. The tiny tight anus 
nestled in the narrow crevice was clearly visible to his eyes, and it seemed 
to be throbbing in anticipation as she awaited the auctioneer's next move. 
His hand ran slowly up the inside of her thigh all the way to the wetness of 
her open cunt and his head dropped to kiss the smoothly ovaled ass-cheeks, 
his tongue trailing down to lick into the narrow crevice between them. 

"Wider ... open up ... wider!" Willie the Executioner ordered. Jojo's legs 
opened obediently until her toes were pointing outward away from each other 
on the platform behind her. They were almost at right angles to her body, 
and it seemed to Anna as she watched spellbound that the black woman would 
split in two. The auctioneer's middle finger probed again and Anna could 
hear her groan as it entered. Jojo jumped forward slightly from the 
unexpected pain, her mouth contorting in unheeded protest. She strained away 
from the cruelly intruding finger as the rubbery flesh of her asshole closed 
over it in forced acceptance. A flicker of surprised pleasure passed over 
Jojo's face as he pressed his finger in to the first knuckle.... 

He began moving his middle finger around in the tightly constricted opening 
in lewd preparation for what was to follow, sawing it in and out and 
stretching the tiny anus more and more. Jojo wriggled her hips back against 
it, her hands clawing at the wood floor in front of her. He dug another 
finger in, hurting her even more. 

A short, muffled cry escaped from the black woman's lips as she buried her 
face in her arms crossed before her. But Willie persisted, placing one hand 
in the small of her back and pinning her to the floor. He screwed both 
fingers in her mercilessly, stretching the puckering anus until she grunted 
in pain each time he twisted his hand. 

Put in front, Dino watched in horror at the cruel subjugation of Franco 
Santori's mistress by the black giant whose expanded cock was so thick and 
long he looked almost deformed. His mind registered disbelief that Santori 
would allow this to happen to his own mistress while he watched. Suddenly, 
he saw the grinning Mafia chief Santori mounting the platform from the other 
side, staring with a cruel glint in his eye at the redheaded Jojo. He had 
stripped himself naked and was stroking his own massively swollen penis in 
obvious enjoyment of the spectacle. 

Jojo was beginning to undulate her buttocks back around Willie's finger in 
wild abandon. Her mouth opened and began to pant and mewl as the fingers 
worked obscenely around and around deep up her wide-stretched rectum. 

"Fuck me there!" she suddenly screamed, turning her head to the side to let 
him see it. "Fuck me up the ass! Shove your giant cock up there and make me 
scream!" The young blonde wife felt her own stomach tighten as the black man 
pulled his fingers out of the writhing woman's asshole. And then he pushed 
her softly quivering ass-cheeks apart again with his hands and dropped his 
face into the crevice. His tongue licked teasingly at the pulsing hole until 
the squirming woman apparently couldn't stand it another second. 

"Fuck me ... fuck me up the ass ... now!" she cried. "Kneel and bring your 
ass up," the black man ordered. The lust-crazed Jojo struggled to her knees, 
presenting her rounded ass-cheeks up to the now wildly aroused giant. He 
stood up between her widespread thighs directly behind her, his pulsating, 
huge cock standing straight out with its tip resting in her wide split anal 
crevice. 

"Put it in your asshole," he commanded roughly. Her hand moved hesitantly to 
grasp the gigantic rock-hard cock. From her position on the other side of 
the platform, Anna watched as the lewdly positioned black woman submitted to 
the cold command and the pressure of his hands and placed the tip of his 
lust-engorged cock up against the tight hairless opening of her anus. She 
could see it begin probing and working against Jojo's nakedly exposed anus, 
the muscles of the auctioneer's stomach standing out as he strained forward. 
It was worming its way slowly into her, looking like a giant battering ram 
trying to force its way in between the tensely quivering mounds. As the 
young blonde wife watched in fascinated horror, the straining pink ring 
suddenly gave way before the relentless pressure and the huge bulbous 
cockhead popped up inside with a sudden rush. The now hopelessly impaled 
woman tried to pull away but Willie held her tight. 

"Shove your ass back ... shove back on my cock," the black man roared. Jojo 
hunched back suddenly in automatic obedience to the loud command. "No, 
Willie. You're too big for me." she screamed. But the hard fleshy rod surged 
forward, battering the vainly resisting rectal flesh before it without 
mercy. She was obscenely skewered, and he began stroking his flesh-splitting 
rod rhythmically deep into her inflamed nether passage. 

And then to Anna's unbelieving eyes, Jojo began to move backwards to meet 
the forward thrusts of the black man's lust driven body. She was beginning 
to revel in the lewd sodomizing of her expanded anus like a slave, bending 
before her master. He rammed into her with long hard thrusts, watching the 
pink flesh follow the probing cock out on the backstroke as though it were 
fighting its withdrawal. Suddenly, the pain appeared to be turning into 
pleasure for her, and she flailed her head wildly from side to side. 

Then, without warning, the kneeling Anna felt the rough fingers of Franco 
Santori behind her running greedily over the long, firm muscles of her 
shaking calves and up the inside of her thighs to the strangely moistening 
interior of her loins. For a moment, she had forgotten he was there as she 
watched in a trance-like state the merciless ravishment taking place 
opposite her and now she whimpered and jerked forward away from him. 

"Nooooo ... noooooooo ... not there," Anna cried. The Mafia boss ran the 
edge of his hand down the narrow smooth crease of her buttocks parting them 
slightly open to his hungry gaze and she cried out a protest again. In that 
second something seemed to snap inside Santori and he grabbed a black whip 
from the side of the stage and began flailing it across the terrified 
blonde's buttocks. 

Whack! Whack! the leather whip began turning the fair skin of Anna's 
asscheeks rosy and she became panicky with fear. 

"Now, do you know who's boss?" Franco Santori demanded after a few moments 
of disciplining the young wife. 

"Y-yessss," moaned Anna. Santori leered down at the cowering girl and slowly 
drew aside the now reddened ass mounds with his fingers. She groaned before 
him and tried to tense them together again, but he dug his fingers into her 
assflesh until it seemed to ooze up between them. Finally, she relaxed to 
stop the pain and he spread them apart as he wished. 

Then he pushed his right hand down and thrust at it experimentally with his 
middle finger. Anna jumped and cried out as she felt the unnatural intrusion 
into the small rubbery opening, and she pressed her pelvis down hard into 
the hassock, her buttocks tensing together around the finger boring 
relentlessly into her. It was useless and he thrust again, sinking it in to 
the first knuckle. 

In his sex-sodden mind, Dino suddenly seemed to recognize the voice of the 
blonde girl trapped spread-eagled in front of Franco Santori, but he was too 
confused and excited to give it much thought. He kept looking from one side 
of the platform to the other at the obscene dual sodomy, and then back again 
to the huge video screen where Jojo was still sucking at his cock, unable to 
focus his attention in one place very long. He looked over at the black 
couple and saw Willie screwing into Jojo from behind grabbing at the 
tautness of her madly thrashing buttocks. He threw his head back and groaned 
as he thrust the cock's full expanded length into Jojo's widely stretched 
asshole and he screamed uttering wildly obscene insults at the mistress of 
Franco Santori. 

The voluptuous black woman moaned out her own release at the same time as 
the heated secretions of her orgasm gushed from her openly splayed cunt 
below, drenching the black man's hairy balls pressed tightly against her 
throbbing vagina. Together they collapsed in a heaving mass of satiated 
flesh, their hoarse breathing filling the room. 

Up behind Anna's cringing buttocks, he dug up harder into the blonde wife's 
already partially impaled anus, popping his middle finger through the 
desperate but useless resistance past the second knuckle. She groaned aloud 
and in submission relaxed, her buttocks limp and open to be used as he 
desired. 

Pulling the thick foreskin back and exposing the huge bulbous tip of his 
cock, Franco Santori behind her aimed it directly at the tiny puckered mouth 
of Anna's anus now stretched wide from the obscene probings of his middle 
finger. Abruptly, he pulled it out, and then spread her inviting buttocks 
wide again with his thumbs at the same time slipping his middle finger in a 
swiping motion into her involuntarily moistening cunt below. 

With her own vaginal secretions he lubricated the rear entrance and leaned 
forward pressing the whole of his body down onto her back, the thick full 
length of his cock shoved into the trembling crevice of her firmly rounded 
ass-cheeks. He rested the tip for a moment up against the tiny throbbing 
nether opening, pushing his hands under her loins again to stretch the soft 
half-moons farther apart. Levering himself up slightly with his elbows on 
her lower back, he pressed softly with his hips for a moment, directing his 
rock-hard shaft straight into the tightly clenched orifice. 

"Oh god ... nooooo ... don't ... no more ... you're killing me!" she begged. 
Her buttocks jerked and twisted beneath, trying to throw him off, but her 
desperate struggles only worsened her position. With each buck of her body 
his cock skewered into her tightly resisting anus another cruel and painful 
inch, until finally she gasped out the last of her strength and Santori's 
thickly pulsing hardness slipped unimpeded into the warm rubbery depths of 
her asshole. 

She jerked spasmodically for a moment and then lay still over the hassock to 
ease the pain of the cruel and complete penetration of her rectum. It was 
useless to resist further as each throb of her body only served to widen and 
stretch the tiny hole to greater and more painful dimensions. 

"Jesus, your asshole is so tight," Santori grunted through clenched teeth 
above her. In spite of his desire to fuck into her immediately, he reached 
down and grasped her gently flaring hips, raising her higher on her knees 
and bending her body almost double so that only her face was left touching 
the leather hassock. He ground his teeth and took several long smooth 
strokes into her, bringing an agonized groan of pain and final humiliation 
from her tortured lips each time he thrust forward. 

Suddenly the moment he was waiting foil came on the television screen 
visible to their left. "Take a good look at that!" Tangling his fingers in 
her long, flowing hair, he wrenched her head around so that she was directly 
facing the screen. 

Oh no, please, please let this be a nightmare! She prayed, unable to accept 
the obscene picture of her own husband being greedily sucked by another 
woman. The pain of Franco Santori's thick shaft still throbbing deep in her 
anus was almost gone as she knelt stunned before him. 

Suddenly, Dino's image on the screen gasped. Then a hot store of sperm began 
its mad dash from the sanctuary of his lust-engorged balls and spewed in hot 
thin streams into the voraciously sucking mouth of the woman above him. Anna 
could see the woman's cheeks expanding and hollowing as she greedily 
swallowed the hotly flooding gushes to keep from choking. And finally it was 
over and the woman lay her head sideways on his trembling thigh, showing her 
face to the camera. 

Instantly, Anna recognized her. It was Jojo the black woman! Feeling crushed 
and defeated her life in shreds she dimly heard Franco Santori asking her: 
"Did you see that?" The cruel Mafia boss was belaboring the obvious so she 
would know exactly what her husband was. 

"Yes," she mumbled flatly feeling the renewed pain inside her rectum. At the 
same time she realized that she gradually had become accustomed to his 
throbbing thickness deep inside her, and his lewd mastery of her was somehow 
strangely erotic. 

Franco Santori groaned as he felt the beaten young wife's anal muscles 
tighten around his lust-knotted thickness buried deep inside her. His cock 
throbbed harder and he could barely believe his senses when her buttocks 
began a slow methodical rotation beneath him. He flexed his penis far up her 
asshole again to cause further pain but he gasped out loud as he felt her 
palpitating anus responding, throbbing and tightening around his aching cock 
like a tight-fitting glove of flesh. His heavy-laden balls were pounding and 
urging him to begin stroking into her slowly gyrating ass-cheeks inviting 
him on. 

But there was one thing he wanted to do first. He snapped his fingers and 
waved towards the screen and immediately, the video screen faded out and 
then a new picture came on, showing the final few moments of the fuck he had 
thrown into Anna on the first night. 

From where he had been staring at the lust inciting sodomizing of the two 
women on the platform, Dino was aware of the new picture on the screen. 

This time the participants in the lewd spectacle were clearly visible. They 
were Franco Santori and his wife, Anna! Dino watched in frozen horror as he 
saw his wife begin screaming her first shrill sounds of orgasm. Her legs 
kicked back wide and he saw her final jerks of fulfillment and watched the 
hollowing muscles of Santori's buttocks as he pumped his gushing hot stream 
of sperm deep up into her quivering belly. 

I don't believe it! I can't believe! his mind repeated over and over. She's 
loving it! She had never screwed him like that! All the time they had been 
married she had never responded to him at all when they had sex. 

His attention was suddenly brought back to the stage where Santori was still 
hunched up behind the young blonde with his heavy cock buried between her 
slowly undulating buttocks. 

"Get the picture, Dino?" Santori bellowed at him with coarse delight. "It 
just takes the right technique to get a woman to fuck like a mink. Didn't 
think it would work on your wife though, did you?" He grinned obscenely at 
the same time reaching forward slowly toward the black mask the woman was 
wearing. The little blonde was now beginning to murmur under him as she 
tried to start him stroking into her. 

Anna gasped in sudden realization as she heard Santori speak her husband's 
name. Then she felt the mask being slowly lifted from behind. Dino had been 
there the whole time. He had been watching while she was being lewdly 
sodomized before his very eyes without doing or saying anything to stop it. 
Slowly it sank into her muddled, confused brain that he must have instigated 
the whole ordeal from the first moment those men had forced their way into 
the apartment. 

It was all she could do to keep from breaking down completely from the 
knowledge. But then a deep well of resentment that he would allow this to 
happen to her, filled her with an overwhelming desire to somehow avenge 
herself against him. 

And she knew how to do it! She began rocking her hips back lewdly onto 
Santori's lust-inflamed cock, and then forward again, feeling its 
ass-splitting thickness slip out until only the tip-end was still inside her 
rectum, then once more shoving her buttocks back against his loins. Each 
time she impaled herself on his hardness, she made a deep-throated moan, 
curling her mouth up in a lewdly sensual smile. 

And each time his pulsating shaft struck into the recesses of her churning 
rectum, she repeated in her mind. My husband is a prick, Dino is a bastard, 
lewd sensations of forbidden pleasure beginning to crawl into her warmly 
quivering belly with each repetitive rhythmic thrust. 

Behind her Franco Santori watched with disbelieving jubilance as the pinkish 
skin of her puckered little anal mouth drew back with his lust-thickened 
shaft, clasping to it as though it did not want to let go. He began a steady 
pistoning motion with his penis, lewdly pumping his blood-engorged hardness 
each stroke in the velvet confines of her asshole. 

Anna, kneeling before him began undulating her buttocks in slightly larger 
circles, waving the enticingly rounded cheeks back at him to lasciviously 
incite him on. And then the lustful streak deep inside her suddenly broke. 
She was no longer working for revenge but for joy. She was enjoying it! 
There was still pain but it was strangely pleasurable and she found herself 
thrusting and squirming back to meet the obscene impalement and he jerked 
forward into her. 

Dino could not stand watching his wife any longer and he ripped off his 
clothes and leaped up over the front of the small raised dais to stand naked 
in front of his wantonly writhing wife. 

Her unseeing eyes were turned to the side, her teeth bared back in ecstatic 
delight, her tongue flicking out wetly in time to the increasing power of 
his long, smooth strokes into her that carried the full length of his long 
plunging rod of flesh. 

The cock was buried into her up to the hilt and then suddenly Santori gasped 
as her hand reached down under her body and began cradling his balls, 
scraping her fingernails over them in a maddening teasing motion that 
brought saliva running from the edges of his mouth. "Oh, my darling, fucking 
hell ... do it ... " 

"How could you?" Dino snarled at her from where he stood watching only a few 
inches away, the anger rising to a fever pitch inside his chest. Her glazed 
eyes focused on her husband standing totally naked in front of her, for a 
moment forgetting she had to pay him back for. his indiscretions and she 
just smiled a contemptuous and at the same time lewdly suggestive smile up 
at him, thrusting her hips still harder back onto the fleshy hardness boring 
into her hotly throbbing rectal walls. 

Dino's eyes burning with anger and lust trailed over the length of her 
wildly thrashing body back to where the pistoning cock was splitting into 
the narrow crevice of her anus, and then on up to the obscene grinning face 
of Franco Santori. 

The young husband had been dying for this moment for three years! He wasted 
no time. He stepped forward and mercilessly thrust his aching, throbbing 
cock between her lips, shoving it all the way into the back of her throat 
heedless of her gagging groans of protest. 

"Suck my cock! Suck it all since you like fucking so much!" he commanded 
above her. She felt the hugeness of his pulsing penis slithering up the 
length of her tongue and filling her mouth completely. It began slowly 
screwing in and out of her face, gradually quickening in tempo until it 
matched that of Santori fucking into her from behind. 

Franco Santori smiled. He had achieved his goal and now he could feel 
himself building toward the finale. He knew it would be soon and he began to 
fuck into her harder and faster, mercilessly battering the violently 
quivering cheeks of her buttocks with his hard driving hips and slapping 
balls she was still squeezing in her fingers. 

Then his hands left her hair and gripped her waist hard, pinching the soft 
flesh into random crazy shapes beneath his fingers. His lips bared back 
against his teeth and he could not close his mouth. He watched Dino's cock 
skewering into his young wife's lewdly ovaled mouth, his testicles bouncing 
against her chin, and the obscene sight made him feel as though his whole 
body would explode. 

Anna worked in a daze as she became accustomed to the unnatural invasion of 
her mouth by her husband's cock. Her ravishment continued on and on at both 
ends of her bent and tortured body, suddenly alive and burning with a 
devouring passion she had never known could exist ... She could not contain 
the uncontrollable waves of desire coursing through her veins. She could 
feel Dino's cock stretching and expanding inside her mouth until there was 
no room left, and moaned piteously around it a it thrust forward hard down 
to her tonsils as though it were trying to meet the other cock skewering 
deep into her asshole. 

Her husband writhed his hips up tight into her face, sinking the full length 
of his cock deep down into her gasping throat. She fought to breathe, but it 
was hopeless as his jerking cock then began to erupt in the warm wet 
interior of her desperately sucking mouth, unintelligible sounds of 
profanity rolling from his lips. The hot thick liquid of his cum squirted 
into her mouth like the rush of raging water through a narrow stream and she 
sucked and swallowed, her cheeks inflating and deflating all the time from 
the pressure of the bursting dam of sperm. 

Dino lunged relentlessly into her again and again, his view of the double 
fucking she was getting increasing his pleasure. He groaned in frustration 
and anger at the obscene picture they made at the same time he felt his 
loins exploding with wrath that threatened to blow the top off his head. 

It lasted for what seemed an eternity then it jerked a last long throbbing 
spasm and softened beneath her swirling tongue. His hands pulled her head 
still bobbing from Santori's merciless thrusts behind tight against his 
trembling loins, bracing himself to keep from staggering and falling. 

Anna could feel his depleted cock softening further in her saliva and cum 
filled mouth, and then she heard a grunt from Franco Santori behind her. She 
felt her thighs and buttocks swept wide apart in one last ass-crushing rush 
as the Mafia boss shoved his wildly throbbing cock as far as it could go in 
her widespread rectum and began spewing his hot boiling semen deep up in her 
nakedly helpless belly. She felt it flooding hotly into her and filling the 
depths of her anus until she thought she would burst. There were several 
convulsive jerks of his penis against the soft cheeks as his unending 
reservoir of cum continued shooting into her in rapid fire bursts. 

And then it was Anna's turn! She was cumming! Her hand clutched desperately 
at the heavy pulsing balls back beneath, urging him to keep jerking up into 
her, so surprised and elated at the unheard of feelings of joy pumping 
through her loins that she opened her mouth wide gasping as if close to 
choking. Dino's now deflated cock slipped down from her lips and she cried 
again and again over his emptied loins. 

"Jesus Christ ... I'm cummmming ... aaaaaahhh ... fuck me ... 
everywhere...!" Her body wildly arched up and jerked, holding back tight 
onto the pulsating, spurting cock embedded in her asshole, not moving but 
quivering and clenching around it in a sporadic pulsating rhythm, spewing 
her orgasmic fluid out around her hand on his balls beneath. 

Franco Santori made one last vicious stroke that smacked his pelvis against 
her quiveringly upturned ass-cheeks like a wooden paddle and held it there 
shuddering his final, earth-shattering release. She twitched and trembled 
under him for a long moment longer and then it was over. 

Anna collapsed limply forward away from him onto the hassock and his spent 
penis slipped wetly out of her asshole with a slight popping noise, thin 
rivulets of his white sperm oozing out of her expanded opening to trickle 
lewdly down her quivering white inner thighs. 

Franco Santori glanced over at the tiny spent blonde. Something had happened 
to him. The vulnerable little wife had touched him. Wisely, he guessed that 
Dino and Anna's marriage had reached the point of no return and in a split 
second he wanted this little blonde Italian woman to be his wife. As if he 
had gone mad, he leaned over towards her and listened to his voice saying: 
"After we get rid of Dino, will you be my wife?" 

Anna, flushed with sex, lifted her head and with a look of pure hatred shot 
at her husband whispered, "Yes, Franco." 


THE END
