SE-393  Odin And Ann
by Winston McElroy


Introduction 

Much is said and printed in the media about the awesome problems of men in 
war; of mind-staggering psychological problems of adjustment that every 
fighting man is faced with. 

First, he's faced with the initial adjustment to military life-the 
regimentation, the strict discipline, the severe standards of dress and 
manner. But these are the problems he has come to expect, for they are an 
intrinsic part of military life that we all are familiar with. 

Another, and often more difficult adjustment, comes with the new soldier's 
first exposure to actual combat-his 'baptism under fire'. To a generation 
reared in a country that has never known the horrors of warfare on its own 
soil, this can be a devastating experience. We are all familiar with the 
alleged atrocities committed at Song My-glaring representations of the 
incredible pressures of combat. These and countless other examples sprinkled 
profusely in the history of warfare all point out the same basic tenet: war 
is a private hell, without rules, except the primitive rule of survival. 

But still another problem of adjustment, not often nearly as dramatic or 
newsworthy, but equally important in the lives of our young fighting men, is 
the problem of readjusting back at home. Of finding a place once again in 
the ever-changing mainstream of life in the United States. 

Winston McElroy has woven for us an actual account of the awesome problems 
facing one such combat veteran-represented in the fictional character of Bob 
Hartley. Bob is only one of thousands plagued each year with this terrible 
burden, and we are proud to offer this novel, probing for the first time the 
often-felt, but little publicized problems of the Vietnam veteran, home from 
an unpopular war, no longer the town hero, but just another statistic in the 
ranks of the unemployed. 

You may well be shocked, as we were, to read of the terrifying nightmare his 
young wife Anne is forced to endure-determined that she will destroy her own 
life before she will bring any more pain to her husband. 

Much more could be said about this volume, but we would rather you 
experience these gut-rending emotions yourself, through the sensitive eyes 
of Mr. McElroy. 

This story stands on its own two feet. We are justifiably proud and honored 
to be its publishers. 

-THE PUBLISHERS 


CHAPTER ONE 

Getting used to civilian life again back in the States was something the 
guys talked about quite a bit in Vietnam; like finding a job, trying to get 
some money saved up, going out with some real women again. So Bob Hartley 
wasn't too surprised when things began to get rough, but that didn't make it 
any better. Having Anne to come home to made it a lot easier; at least he 
didn't have to play all those social games again. And his job working for 
his brother was there waiting, just like he'd promised, though Bob could 
tell he didn't really need him-business was off and he had one too many 
draftsmen anyway. 

But the real problems were something he'd never really thought about during 
those nights when everybody was talking about going home. It didn't seem 
like much, not when he thought about all those guys coming back shot-up, or 
the ones who didn't make it back at all. 

It was just that those long months in Nam, never knowing if you were going 
to be the next one that got it, never knowing just how long this whole thing 
was going to drag on-it could put a lot of years on a guy. And suddenly one 
day you stopped being a boy in a man's uniform. 

That must be the explanation-Bob couldn't think of anything else. It had to 
be that; some-thing made him feel the way he did, made him look at all those 
silly, half-witted children he went to school with for so many years and 
wonder why they were still children and he was a man. 

It didn't hit him at first, it took a while. And it wasn't that he didn't 
try to fit back in. His first stop in town, after going back to the 
apartment, had been Red's, his home-away-from-home before he was married. 
And the same bunch was still hanging around; maybe a new face here and 
there, but pretty much the same guys. 

But that was the problem-they were still the same guys, getting those checks 
from home, staying out all night drinking beer and cramming for exams at the 
last minute. Nothing had changed-except Bob. Three or four hours there were 
enough to make him start wondering about it, and after a few more stops, he 
knew his nights at Red's were all over-that these were a bunch of kids, and 
better off left alone in their kids' world. 

But at least Anne was still the same warm understanding, lovable girl he'd 
left behind. Sometimes he wondered why she didn't seem like the others to 
him, why she seemed to be so much older in some ways. But he didn't worry 
about it too much, there were plenty of other, more demanding dragons he had 
to slay. Getting back into school, lining up classes, trying to remember all 
he'd forgotten about drafting so he could at least give his brother his 
money's worth. 

And with all that on a guy's mind, he could be forgiven if sometimes his 
problems began to show. Even in bed-and he thanked God for such an 
understanding wife. 

Sometimes he fumbled around like a kid on his first hot date, and he knew 
it; even though Anne never said anything to even hint she might have 
noticed. But he knew she did, he could feel it. Like when he'd finish long 
before her, and she'd be so hot you could boil water on her. But she'd never 
let on it bothered her, just quietly drift off to sleep like she'd never had 
any better. 

* * * 

Anne thought it would be better for both of them if she started taking a 
couple of courses at the college again, that: way they'd have some-thing to 
talk about, and she wouldn't get so bored just sitting around all day. So 
she signed up for Literature of England on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday 
mornings. And Chemistry, that met Thursday afternoons, with labs that met 
two nights a week from seven to ten. It seemed like a pretty fair schedule, 
and Anne knew those night labs might come in handy, in case she needed a 
last-minute excuse to get out of the apartment. She hadn't heard from Alice 
Horne in weeks, but she couldn't escape the fact that it was only a matter 
of time before that phone rang with another assignment. And what would it be 
this time? Some drunk salesman from upstate. Or maybe a couple of 
conventioneers away from their wives for the first time? 

And Anne knew that as long as Alice Horne held those awful, damning tapes of 
her with those terrible men; she'd always have to say yes, or watch that 
despicable woman destroy her marriage while she stood by helpless. 

But she tried not to think of that these first days with Bob; she knew it 
hadn't been easy for him in Vietnam and that he'd need all the help he could 
get from her. That was another reason for keeping the terrible truth to 
her-self; it was all Bob could do to make the adjustments demanded of him. 
She couldn't even think of burdening him with this, too. 

* * * 

It had to happen sooner or later, but Anne wasn't ready when it finally 
came. She'd finally gotten over jumping every time the phone rang, so this 
time she wasn't prepared for that voice on the other end. 

"Anne, honey, this is Alice Horne. How are you?" 

She was too numb to speak for a few seconds. 

"Uh... I'm fine... just fine," she replied limply. 

"Well, that's nice, honey, because I need you tomorrow night. We've got a 
party to do-nothing much, we just need a couple of hostesses. You know, 
greet people, serve refreshments, pose with the dignitaries, that sort of 
thing. I've got you all lined up for it, and I knew I could count on you." 

Anne tried to gulp down the lump in her throat. "Uh... I don't know, Mrs. 
Horne. I mean... uh, I kinda' had other plans. And I don't know if I could 
get out of it," she lied. 

She knew Alice Horne would see right through her thin excuse. "Oh, you can 
break your other plans, Anne. I just know you wouldn't let me down, would 
you." 

How I wish Bob could help me! He'd know what to do... what to say! 

"Gee, I don't think so... It's really important... and I just don't think I 
could change everything at the last minute like this. Couldn't you get some 
other girl?" 

That sugary-sweet voice hardened like steel, and she knew what was coming 
next. 

"You'd better find a way, sweetie," she said threateningly. "Or someone we 
both know will be getting some mighty interesting tapes in the mail. Maybe 
he could play them for his buddies in the barracks." 

"No... No, he's not in Vietnam. He's right here," blurted Anne. "And I'm 
going to tell him all about you and what you've been doing... I... I know 
he'll know how to handle you." 

Anne could feel the venom even through the phone. 

"Isn't that nice. Why don't you do that. Just let me know when you plan to 
tell him, and I'll drop over and help you out. I've got all the case 
histories, you know. Maybe I could fill in any-thing you left out... " 

She bit her lip to keep Alice from hearing her cry... " like that night at 
the lodge. I heard some pretty fascinating stories about you and that big 
fellow. Seems he . . 

"Stop it! Stop it!" Anne screamed. "I don't want to hear it!" The tears were 
streaming down her reddened cheeks. 

"And you wouldn't want that husband of yours to hear it, either, now would 
you? Be at the Redwood Room of the Eden Hills Motor Inn at seven-thirty 
tomorrow night. Your old friend Carol will be there too. She'll tell you 
what to do." 

Alice hung up without waiting for her answer, but Anne knew only too well 
what that answer would have to be. There was no way out of it-she had to go. 
And whatever those men wanted, she would have to provide. 

CHAPTER TWO 

Anne began to relax a little for the first time in twenty-four hours when 
she found her way from the lobby to the Redroom Room. It was like any other 
hotel banquet-room, very sterile and contemporary, but, thankfully, already 
beginning to fill with out-of-town sales executives. The hotel seemed to be 
crowded, and the plush lobby was cluttered with ladies in mink, and men 
pulling at their stiff collars. It hardly seemed like the kind of place 
where anything bad could happen; not at all like that secluded lodge she 
remembered only too well. 

She looked around for a familiar face, fully aware that she was being 
carefully examined by the men already gathered in the large room. She 
half-expected someone to start the bidding, or take a closer look at her 
teeth. 

"Anne! Anne! Over here!" She looked but couldn't see anyone who could be 
calling her. "Here I am!" 

Thank God it's Carol! 

She recognized the hair and figure before she could make out the face-that 
beautiful, long blond hair and that just-so-ripe teen-age figure of hers 
were very much a part of her memory of that night at the lodge. A part she 
tried not to remember-a part she hoped no one would ever share. 

"Hi, Carol. How are you," Anne asked pleasantly as the young girl came 
running over. The men cleared a path as she hurried through, every eye 
fastened on that full, luscious figure of hers as she bounced along. And 
again she wasn't wearing a bra-like that night at the lodge. 

"Great! Just great," she explained. "Where have you been keeping yourself. I 
figured you'd be working more parties after... well, you know . . 

Anne tried to hold back the crimson flood that suddenly colored her face. 

"Oh, I see. Well, we won't talk about it anymore, how's that? Let's just do 
a good job and forget about the past." 

Anne nodded yes, not really sure what to say to her. "Alice Horne said you'd 
know what to do," she said finally. "And that I'm to find out from you." 

"Right. But it isn't much. At least not like the last time. We're just here 
to greet some big-shots with this company, serve drinks, and stand around 
and look cute in case anybody wants his picture taken or something.". 

Anne was puzzled. She hadn't expected any-thing like this. "You mean that's 
all?" she asked. "What about... well, what about... other things. Like the 
last time." The words just wouldn't come when she tried to talk about that 
night. Carol laughed at her awkwardness. "Don't worry about a thing. This 
one is different. But the money's the same. Fifty dollars. We've got some 
time to kill yet, have you had anything to eat?" 

Anne remembered for the first time that she hadn't eaten since breakfast. 
"No, I haven't. And I'm starved." 

"Well, there's plenty of food left. And the guy who's running all this said 
we were welcome to it. Come on, let's eat!" 

She could feel the tension unwinding as she talked to Carol over a plate of 
ham, corn-on-the-cob and asparagus. It was the first time she had relaxed 
since she'd gotten the phone call and it felt good. 

Anne explained about Bob being back, and how nervous she had been about 
coming, and how much she wanted to quit. 

"Pat told me about the tapes," Carol confessed. "I wasn't going to say 
anything if you didn't bring it up. I think that's a really dirty thing to 
do. But I've heard there are some other girls in the same position... That 
she's been doing things like that for years. And never once had any trouble 
with the law. I just don't understand it." 

"You say you talked to Pat?" Is she still working for Mrs. Horne, too?" 
asked Anne. 

"Yeah, I worked a double date with her last week. It was pretty rough. I 
think those guys must have been truck-drivers at heart," said Carol. "I 
kinda' thought she might be here to-night, but I guess not." 

Some man was motioning for them to come from the doorway at the opposite end 
of the dining room. "Do you know him? I think he's trying to get your 
attention." 

"Oh, that's our boss!" Carol gulped down her iced tea, and wiped the 
remnants of her dinner from her fingers. "Let's go before he gets mad. Alice 
said he has a real temper." 

* * * 

When the last round of drinks had been poured, and the last introductions 
made, and the last pictures taken, Anne was finally accepting, without any 
doubts, that this was all there was to it. Nothing else-just smile and be a 
good hostess. 

It had to be true, but she couldn't believe it. She remembered the other 
assignments Alice Horne had sent her on-not just that one night at the 
lodge, but that date with John, the night she had met Pat; that horrifying 
night with Dan Morson, and the awful things he made her do. She got cold 
shivers even now when she thought about it. 

But this part was almost over, and nothing like that had happened. For the 
first time she began to think about that fifty dollars she had coming, and 
how nice it would be to have money to spend again. 

There was a little horsing around from time to time during the evening, and 
maybe a hand or two managed to slip under her skirt, but nothing like 
before. 

"I guess that's about it," said Carol, stacking the glasses on the bar. "We 
might as well split." 

"That's okay by me. Do you need a ride? You're welcome to ride with me," 
offered Anne. "I've got our old jalopy out back. Unless the hotel had it 
towed away as junk." 

"I hope not, 'cause I sure could use a ride. I wasn't looking forward to 
that long bus ride. It goes right through Elmwood before it gets to my 
neighborhood." 

"Elmwood!" That was the worst ghetto section of town, not the sort of 
neighborhood you'd want to ride through at high noon. "I don't blame you for 
not wanting to go that way. Come on, let's get out of here before they find 
some-thing else for us to do." 

The battered old station wagon was right where she left it, and it cranked 
on the third try, almost a record for the ancient car. 

"You'll have to show me the way, I'm not used to driving yet, and the 
streets confuse me sometimes," said Anne. 

"That's all right. I only know one way, but it always seems to get me there. 
I really appreciate you doing this, Anne. I know you're probably in a hurry 
to get back to Bob, and this is a lot out of your way." 

"Oh, I don't mind," said Anne. "It's earlier than I expected to be going 
home anyway. I told Bob I'd be late-that I planned to stay after the lab 
class and do some extra work on my term project. He doesn't expect me until 
around twelve." 

Carol directed the turns, and they headed across town, skirting the dreary 
industrial district on the elevated freeway. Traffic was light and they made 
good time; and the Elmwood Avenue exit was coming up just a quarter-mile 
away. 

"Take Elmwood exit, and just go straight down Elmwood Avenue for about 
thirty blocks; the lights are all synchronized, so you shouldn't have to 
stop more than once or twice." Anne glanced down to check her speed-the exit 
was marked for thirty-five miles per hour. 

"Oh my God," she shrieked. "Look at that gas needle!" 

"Wow, you'd better stop at the first place we pass. I don't think you've got 
any left," said Carol, glancing around hopefully for the lights of an 
all-night station. 

* * * 

Eight blocks of the Elmwood district zipped by, with its row after row of 
darkened tenements and tiny neon bars. And still no sign of an open gas 
station. Finally, the signal lights caught up with them, and Anne was forced 
to stop for a red light. The doors were already locked, and the windows 
rolled up tightly, but Anne looked around to double-check, nervously waiting 
for the light to change. 

She shoved her foot hard against the floor-board when the signal finally 
switched to green, and the old station wagon lumbered across the 
intersection, gave a wheezing cough, and quit... out of gas. 

"Don't touch the brake!" shouted Carol. "Let it coast. See if you can make 
that parking lot!" 

Anne steered the slowly rolling car off the street and into the darkened 
lot, where it finally came to rest headed diagonally across three parking 
spaces. 

"Now what'll we do," asked Anne, hoping desperately that Carol would have 
some solution. 

"Just turn off the key, and let's think this out," she said. "One thing for 
sure, we can't just sit here. One of us has got to go to a pay phone and 
call for help." 

"Great, but who do we call?" The police?" questioned Anne. 

"No, no. They haven't got anything to do with cars out of gas. How about the 
automobile club? Does Bob belong?" 

Anne remembered the card he had given her for her purse, and fished it out 
frantically. "Yes! Here it is! State Automobile Association... and here's 
the emergency number on the back!" 

Carol examined the card in the glow of the glove compartment light. "Okay, 
now we know who to call. The next question is how. You don't see any pay 
phones around, do you?" 

"Are you kidding? In this neighborhood? Who's got a dime to use 'em." Anne 
tried to joke about it, but she knew it was no joking matter. Here they were 
two young girls stranded in one of the roughest neighborhoods in town. It 
certainly wasn't something to kid about. "I don't think we should split up," 
continued Anne, more seriously. "Maybe there's some safety in numbers. 
Besides, there might be a police station around... or maybe a patrol car. 
And I wouldn't want to sit here in the dark very long." 

"You're right," admitted Carol. "We'll both go. And let's stop talking about 
it. That just makes it worse." 

They locked up the car and started nervously down the filthy sidewalk. So 
far there wasn't anyone else in sight. They passed a couple of grills and a 
newsstand, all closed, and crossed to the next block. 

There were a bunch of moving shadows in front of a huge, decaying house in 
the middle of the block, and Anne didn't like the looks of it. "Let's cross 
to the other side," she suggested quietly. "That doesn't look too safe, if 
you ask me." 

"Oh, don't be silly; it's just some people standing around talking. And 
maybe they've got a phone we could use." 

It still didn't seem right to Anne. "I don't know. I hope you're right." 

They walked on cautiously, trying not to look too conspicuous, which was 
absolutely impossible in this neighborhood. Then someone spotted the two 
white girls coming. 

"Man, would you look at that! I don't believe it!" 

"It's got to be a mirage or something... maybe we're all just dreaming. Hey 
Bobby, get your ass down here and take a look at this!" 

"Don't say anything, and maybe they won't bother us," whispered Anne. 

"Hey, honey, you lost or something?" said one of the Negroes. "Or maybe 
you're just slumming... yeah, that's it... you came down to see how us folks 
live down here on the south side." 

Anne and Carol kept walking, not looking to either side. 

"Hold on there, sweet things," said a voice from the dark porch. Suddenly he 
vaulted over the shaky rail, and jumped to the sidewalk directly in their 
path. Anne felt her heart stop as the big Negro came toward them. "What's 
your big hurry? We've got everything you could want right here. Ain't no use 
in going any further. Right?" And then there were two blocking their path, 
one who looked like a giant to the two terrified girls. Anne spotted the 
headlights of a car coming. 

Oh God let it be a police car... 

It slowed as it passed them, and Anne prayed as she'd never prayed before. 

"Hey Bobby, isn't that stuff a little too much for you," came a voice from 
the car. Anne's heart sank to her stomach as she saw four more black men 
leering at her from the open windows. 

"You just keep your butt out a' this," yelled the big Negro. "Nobody invited 
you anyhow." 

The men in the car laughed and drove on, and Anne knew there was no hope 
now-that they were alone and helpless. She tried her best to hold back the 
tears, but it was no use. 

Oh Bob, where are you! Bob... I need you so badly! 

"Hey, baby. You ain't got nothing to cry about. We just thought we'd have a 
little party. And you girls are invited. How about that?" 

Her whole body tensed as his hand touched her shoulder. She tried to answer 
him but the words just wouldn't come. He left her for the moment and turned 
his attention to Carol. "How about you, pretty thing? You wanna' have a 
party?" 

"Just what did you have in mind," she asked coolly. 

Anne couldn't believe her eyes and ears. Carol didn't seemed frightened at 
all. In fact, she was almost urging him on. "I'm not sure I want to go. 
You'd better show me what you had in mind." She gave him a smile that 
couldn't be mistaken. 

"Now that's more like it, baby. I think you and me are gonna' get along real 
fine." 

The big Negro put his strong arms around her tiny body, and clutched her 
tightly to his broad chest. Carol offered not a trace of resistance as his 
big hands slipped under her blouse, and eased their way up her smooth back. 
"Let's you and me go inside and see if we can't find a bottle," he said, not 
taking his huge, black hands off her for a second. She was pressed tightly 
against him, her ripe, young breasts smashed against his chest. "This one's 
mine," he said. "You boys can decide about the other one yourselves." And he 
and Carol climbed the rickety stairs and went inside the dark ruin of a 
building. 

Anne looked for her chance to run, but there were three blacks surrounding 
her, and she knew it was useless to try. 

"How 'bout it, bitch? You coming along nice-like, or do we have to get 
mean?" asked the one nearest her. It was impossible to speak-the words hung 
like marbles in her throat. "PI... please... let me go... " she begged, 
barely able to force the words out. 

"We gonna' let you go, all right," said an-other with a vicious sparkle in 
his eyes. "Just as soon as we have a little party. Ain't that right?" and 
the others laughed their approval. 

Anne was too frightened to fight back as the three blacks led her inside, 
her whole body trembling with fear. She tried to remember what she'd been 
taught to do-not to fight back, because that only makes it worse. She 
climbed the darkened stairs without a word and entered the dingy first-floor 
flat. The peeling walls were decorated with Black Panther posters, and the 
only "furniture" was a couple of filthy, torn mattresses pushed against one 
wall. There was a fireplace at one end of the biggest room, but it was 
overflowing with wadded newspapers and cigarette butts. 

Bobby-the big one-pulled Carol down beside him on the dingy mattress. One of 
the others brought him a half full bottle of cheap red wine from the 
kitchen. He offered it first to Carol. 

"I know it ain't what you white girls are used to, but it's the best we've 
got around here," he said. Carol took a healthy slug from the half-gallon 
bottle and passed it to another of the Negroes. "How about you, honey? Want 
some?" He waved the bottle in Anne's direction. She shook her head, hoping 
no one would see how she was trembling. 

What's wrong with Carol... why isn't she afraid? 

The other three blacks were huddled in the far corner, and whatever they 
were arguing about must have been pretty heated, for Anne could hear bits of 
their conversation, even though they were trying to keep their voices down. 
Two of the men seemed to be arguing with the other. After a while, the two 
men left, slamming the front door so hard it rattled all the windows as they 
stormed out. Anne could feel the one they left behind staring at her-his hot 
stare so intense it seemed to go right through her clothing. She tried to 
gauge the distance between her and the closed door-and whether she could 
make it before he got to her. 

No... I can't leave Carol here alone... I know she wouldn't leave me here... 

Anne felt her whole body tighten as the black man came toward her, grinning 
savagely from ear to ear. She tried to hold her ground, to conceal her 
terror, but it was impossible-she backed slowly away with every step he 
took. 

Carol was leaning comfortably against the wall, still sitting on the dirty 
mattress, with Bobby close at her side. 

"Don't be afraid, Anne," said Carol. "They aren't going to hurt us. They 
just want to have a little fun, right Bobby?" He whispered some-thing in her 
ear and they both cracked up with laughter. 

The other black pushed her firmly against the wall; she couldn't retreat any 
further. He grabbed her by both shoulders and pushed her down to the 
mattress at her feet, opposite Carol and Bobby. 

"My name's Eldon, what's yours," asked the black man at her side. Anne was 
too terrified to answer, trembling at his touch as his hand dropped to her 
knee. 

"Please... please... don't... " she pleaded. 

"Don't what? I ain't even done nothing yet." 

She heard Carol and Bobby laughing again-this time at her. The Negro put his 
right arm around her shoulders and let his hand fall lightly to her side, 
barely touching the rounded, firm bulge of her breast. 

"Hey Bobby, we're all ready over here," he shouted to his buddy across the 
empty room. "How about putting on a little show for us." 

"Man, if you want a show, why don't you go watch TV," he yelled in reply. "I 
ain't got time to play with you." 

Carol pulled him closer and whispered in his ear. 

"We've had a little meeting 'bout it, and I've changed my mind," said Bobby, 
removing his shirt as he spoke. His chest was enormous, coal-black with 
glistening bands of taut muscle that rippled as he moved. He tossed the 
shirt aside and stood up, as Anne watched in disbelief, her eyes wide with 
complete amazement. 

Releasing the snap and opening his zipper, he pulled the trousers from each 
leg and threw them over with his shirt. His legs were every bit as firm and 
muscular as his chest. When his shoes and socks were gone, nothing was left 
but his white undershorts, in sharp contrast with his ebony-black body. As 
he turned, Anne caught a glimpse of the front of his shorts-and the 
incredibly large bulge that strained the thin fabric as it swelled. She 
couldn't believe it was all him-it looked more like an enormous snake 
squirming beneath the taut fabric, struggling to get free. 

He stood with his hands on his hips, like a towering dark giant over Carol's 
tiny, white body. She didn't get up, but looked straight up into his glowing 
eyes; and slowly began to un-button her blouse. 

Anne's mouth dropped open-dumbfounded at what was happening right in front 
of her. 

One by one, Carol loosened the buttons, clutching her blouse together with 
both hands; then, when the last one was free, she opened it fully, her full, 
ripe breasts spilling into the dim light of the overhead bulb. Her nipples 
were already hard and throbbing-twin pink tips jutting free and unrestrained 
as her young, firm breasts stood proudly like two ivory mounds. She rose to 
her knees and pulled the blouse from her shoulders; the atmosphere was 
electric as the beautiful, young girl was suddenly naked from the waist. 

Without a second's hesitation, the big Negro dropped to his knees in front 
of her, and lowered his head to her quivering breasts, waiting like two 
delicious ripe melons for his eager lips. 

Her whole body shook as his wet lips made contact with the sensitive tips of 
her young breasts, his rough tongue rolling the tiny nipples between his 
teeth. 

Anne and the Negro at her side were equally stunned-and completely unable to 
look away for even an instant as the fantastic scene held them mesmerized. 

His huge mouth seemed to devour her soft breasts as he nibbled hungrily at 
her delicious flesh. Her head was tossed back-her sparkling, blonde hair 
trailing all the way to the mattress beneath her. His strong, black arms 
locked tightly around her narrow waist as he buried his face in the softness 
of her smooth young breasts. 

He sucked the throbbing nipple hard between his lips, and a low, savage moan 
came from Carol's parted lips, like an animal surrender from deep within her 
eager young body. 

His fingers found the zipper of her skirt, and he ripped it open, yanking 
the garment down over her hips. Only her thin, flimsy panties remained 
between him and the delicious wetness between her soft, white thighs, and he 
ripped them off with one vicious snap of his wrist. 

Eldon had forgotten Anne for the moment and was glued to the sight of this 
ripe, young white girl completely at the mercy of the enormous black. And 
any thoughts she might have had of running were gone from her mind; for she 
too was hypnotized as Bobby lowered his head to her smooth, flat belly, 
gently nibbling the tender flesh as his hungry lips made their way toward 
the soft, sparse mound between her narrow hips. 

Anne could see that Carol's whole body was quivering-but not with fear or 
dread, but with undiluted animal passion, as she answered freely the savage 
cries of her trembling body. 

He pushed her skirt tightly around her knees as she kneeled before him, and 
grabbed her firmly, one huge, black hand on each soft mound of her firm 
buttocks, squeezing the white flesh between his strong fingers in tiny 
ridges. 

But she stopped him-for the moment, pushing him away with her tiny hands on 
his massive shoulders. He looked at her, puzzled-but in a split-second it 
all made sense. 

Carol lay back on the mattress, then kicked the wrinkled skirt from her 
long, smooth legs. She now lay completely naked before him-an incredibly 
succulent banquet laid at his feet. He looked her over slowly from head to 
toe, drinking in every drop of her golden ripe beauty as she squirmed 
eagerly, awaiting his next move. Her firm, full breasts stood deliciously in 
twin soft mounds, her throbbing nipples jutting straight up at him, 
beckoning him on. Her smooth thighs were pressed tightly together as she 
moved her long, bare legs slowly from side to side, softly writhing in a 
rhythm all her own. He'd never in his life seen anything quite so 
beautiful-and she was all his! 

He stood again, not taking his eyes from her for even a moment. And to Anne, 
watching from across the room, he looked twice as big as before. He grabbed 
the elastic waist-band of his white undershorts and pulled them quickly down 
his rock-hard, muscular legs. 

Anne jerked her hand to her mouth to keep from gasping aloud as his enormous 
black cock came into the open, finally breaking free from the confining 
restraint of his shorts. It hung from his bushy loins like a heavy club, 
dangling between his huge balls-then swelled fully erect, jerking upwards as 
if it were alive, until it stood out stiff and hard from his body. 

Anne could only think of the African savage -and how this black man, 
standing before her naked, seemed to bridge the gap between the softness of 
civilization and the raw, unbridled savagery of the jungle. Without his 
clothes, he could easily be a transplanted tribesman, lusting at his first 
sight of a white girl. 

His glistening, black cock swelled even larger, until the huge, bulbous head 
was twice its nor-mal size. Anne wondered if her fingers would even reach 
around the tremendous shaft. 

She tried to deny it-to fool herself; but there was no mistaking the warm, 
moistness she could feel spreading beneath her, soaking her thin panties as 
she tried to squirm away her growing desire on the lumpy mattress. 

The huge black held his throbbing cock between his two hands-like a weapon 
as it thrust out before him; and a tiny, white drop of se-men oozed from the 
enormous tip-gleaming like a tiny, white jewel on the hand of the black 
pulsating shaft. 

He stood over the young girl, his cock still clutched tightly in his two 
massive fists; then dropped to his knees over her-one knee on either side of 
her tiny white body. She looked like a helpless insect swallowed up under 
his awesome body. He kneeled motionless over her, his huge cock hanging 
beneath him, sagging under its awesome weight. 

Carol looked at him, puzzled-then a gleam of understanding sparkled in her 
cobalt-blue eyes. She smiled an unmistakable reply to his unspoken request, 
and reached for his big, rock-hard penis, her tiny fingers unable to meet 
around the huge, fleshy shaft. 

She rose to her knees, still tightly clutching his enormous prick in her 
tiny grip, and pulled his loins toward her. 

My God! Carol... don't do it! Carol!... 

Carol opened her wet lips as far as they would stretch, and slipped the 
bulky black shaft into the warm shelter of her mouth, hollowing her pale 
cheeks to get the long, fleshy member in-but still only half its tremendous 
length would fit between her hungry lips, stretched tautly around the 
glistening shaft as it slithered inside, grinding against the back of her 
throat. It gagged her at first, but she gulped down a choking cough and 
relaxed her throat muscles as best she could. 

The huge black looked down at the unbelievable spectacle unfolding at his 
feet, as the naked, deliciously ripe young girl struggled to get his huge 
black cock into her eager, hungry lips. He watched in amazement as her 
golden-blonde hair trailed down over her bare shoulders, tossing loosely 
from side to side as her head rocked forward and back, each time his long 
ebony stick disappearing wetly between her ovaled lips. He couldn't believe 
it as nearly every inch of its shiny length slithered into her warm, wet 
mouth. No other girl had come so close to taking all of him this way 
before-but this young, white girl was somehow finding a way. 

She fought back the urge to swallow, letting the thick, fleshy shaft slide 
easily down her tender throat passage as she relaxed the muscles. She knew 
it would choke her if she tensed-but still she rocked forward again, as his 
muscular, black hips rocked in perfect rhythm with her, burying the huge 
cock deep in her throat. 

Anne was up on her knees-seeing but not believing as the thick, wet shaft 
slipped between Carol's pink lips again and again. 

The huge Negro could feel the aching pressure building in his big balls as 
they slapped against the young girl's chin-it seemed to be stronger than 
he'd ever felt it before-and he knew he couldn't hold it much longer. 

Carol hooked her arms around his hips, sliding her opened palms up and down 
the rock-hard muscles of his buttocks and legs as the big cock eased between 
her lips again, and down into the warm confines of her throat, filling the 
tender passage as he shoved his loins forward, sinking his prick in her 
hungry mouth. 

Anne felt the black man's hand on her back, rubbing her gently through her 
dress-but she offered no protest this time, numbed by the sight of Carol and 
the huge stallion-like male bucking his enormous manhood into her-a sight 
she'd never dreamed of, much less expected to witness. It was incredibly 
exciting-so wicked and forbidden, something most white girls could never 
hope to see. And yet, here it was-right in front of her eyes. 

Eldon's hand slipped lower along the smooth, gentle curve of her back, and 
traced lightly the rounded outline of her ass as she leaned forward, craning 
for a better look. She pretended not to notice-but just his very touch sent 
a chill of wicked pleasure racing along her spine. Her panties were soaked, 
and they bothered her as they strained at the narrow, damp slit between her 
thighs, biting into the tiny soft crevice. 

Bobby's ecstatic lunges into the young girl's hungry lips were growing 
faster and deeper, and Carol did her best to keep from gagging as the thick 
shaft burrowed down her throat. Suddenly he grabbed her tiny, bobbing head, 
gripping her tightly behind her ears, and rammed his aching cock as far as 
it would go down her tender throat-shoving it to its brushy hilt as she 
buried her face in his sweating loins. Carol choked and gagged for air, 
struggling wildly to get free from this enormous cudgel blocking her air 
passage. 

"Don't! Don't! You're killing her!" screamed Anne, her voice shattering the 
stillness like bro-ken glass. But the huge black needed only a second more, 
and it was over... 

He threw his head back, his loins shoved flat against the girl's face, 
gasping as the aching load stored in his huge balls finally spurted free. 
His enormous cock bucked and spurted like a fire hose out of control, 
pumping his sticky, white load deep down her throat. Carol swallowed again 
and again, then grasped his leathery balls between her two fists and milked 
them dry, squeezing them until every last drop of his hot load was pumped 
into her hungry throat. 

At last the huge shaft flopped limply from her sticky, wet lips, and dangled 
loosely between his thighs. Carol fell, exhausted, on her back, as the Negro 
dropped to his knees, his muscular body rippling as the taut, glistening 
bands relaxed. 

He paused there a minute, catching his breath-but he wasn't to be satisfied 
so easily; as his lungs filled with air, his glistening wet penis, hanging 
limply below his crotch suddenly began to harden again, jerking erect in a 
matter of seconds, until the huge, black shaft was once again steel-hard and 
ready for more. 

And this time he caught her by surprise; as she lay flat on the mattress, 
her breasts heaving as she tried to regain her breath. Her eyes were closed, 
and she didn't see him as he leaned over her naked, helpless body a second 
time. 

He snapped her ankles together roughly and held them tightly in one huge 
hand, shoving them hard back over her head. Her eyes jerked open as he 
shoved her long legs back against her breasts, pinning her helplessly on her 
back. Her wet crotch was now upturned directly to-ward him, and he could 
clearly see the narrow, pink crevice and the soft, moist folds of flesh 
around the opening to her warm, dark hole. His breathing began to pick up as 
he gazed intently at the inviting slit, imagining the soft, pink flesh 
inside, and how incredibly good it would feel to sink his black cock up to 
the hilt in her delicious white body, writhing so helplessly at his feet. 

Carol couldn't take her eyes off his long, hard dick, standing like a black 
saber over her. She wasn't afraid-but she couldn't avoid an overpowering 
feeling of apprehension as she looked at the enormous cock he was obviously 
about to shove in her. She'd never taken any-thing nearly so big before-and 
she wondered how it would feel slamming into her belly. 

His nostrils flared as he stared, unblinking, at her naked young body, and 
his white eyes were wide with anticipation. Towering over her, so hard and 
muscular, glistening-black as his giant sweat-soaked body sparkled like an 
onyx statue in the dim light. 

He wasted no time in foreplay, but reached down and roughly spread the pink 
lips of her vagina, holding the soft, ragged edges apart with his fingers. 
Aiming his hips directly at her, he touched the bulbous tip of his hard cock 
to the moist slit, poking it ever so slightly between the warm lips. Her 
whole body snapped like a whip as his huge, black cock made contact with the 
delicate pinkness of her pussy. 

He eased the huge tip between the stretched fleshy lips, and dropped his 
weight against her upturned crotch, burying his aching cock to the base in 
the warm, wet depths of her belly. 

"Aaaaagh! God, you're hurting me!" she yelled, but only once, as she bit her 
lip painfully to hold back her screams as the huge shaft bored into her 
tender passage. 

The big black rocked his loins back, slipping the glistening shaft from her 
clasping vagina, until only the huge, throbbing tip remained clutched in its 
tight grip. 

"Baby, you sure are tight," he said, almost in a whisper. "Christ, you're 
gonna' squeeze my cock off!" 

Bobby watched her writhing like an impaled insect, as his long cock burrowed 
into the soft wetness of her pussy, his slow, deep thrusts filling her soft 
passage completely as he tunneled deeper and deeper into her belly. 

On the other mattress Anne felt the Negro's hand slip along the curve of her 
buttocks, and under the bottom of her dress as she knelt on the mattress. 
She trembled as his fingers made contact with the sensitive flesh of her 
thigh-she could feel his touch perfectly, even through the taut fabric of 
her panty hose. 

She was afraid to look at him-afraid to do anything that might make him mad, 
for there was no question what he could do to her if he wanted to. But there 
was something else about his touch-something she couldn't be sure of. 
Something that she wouldn't admit, even to herself. 

Anne could see Carol and the other black clearly, as Carol's long legs 
locked around the Negro's neck, her hot, wet crotch shoved up directly at 
him-and his incredibly long, glistening cock disappearing again and again in 
the soft, juicy depths of her hungry pussy. She couldn't take her eyes away 
as that huge shaft plunged time after time in her quivering young belly-his 
enormous cock sawing relentlessly into her ripe, eager body. 

Carol's taut, firm ass was now completely off the dirty mattress as she 
ground her hips upward to meet his deep, plunging thrusts, a low, animal 
moan on her lips. 

She could see that Carol was obscenely enjoying it-there could be no doubt 
of that as her sharp nails clawed into the back of the Negro; her hips 
nearly leaping to meet his as his huge black cock filled her burning, soft 
pussy again. 

Anne felt the hand on her thigh ease its way upward, under her dress, and 
along the firm, rounded curve of her ass. He gripped the tight, elastic band 
at the top of her panty hose, and yanked them down quickly-over the twin, 
soft bulges of her buttocks. 

Oh God, please... Please don't let him do this to me! 

She knew that to resist might be fatal, but that if she didn't fight 
back-her mind refused to even consider that possibility yet. 

His fingers probed gently along the crevice of her trembling buttocks, past 
the tightly-puckered ring of her anus, and further still along the damp 
crevice. She could feel his touch on the tender, sensitive area between her 
thighs, the tiny, wispy hairs there bristling as his fingers eased slowly 
along the tight-clenched crevice of her buttocks. 

He toyed with the moist, fleshy ridges around the opening to her pussy, 
teasingly rubbing the soft flanges of skin between his fingers-taunting her, 
tormenting her as she trembled in dread of what he was planning for her. 

Suddenly, from across the room, Carol's incessant, growling moan grew 
louder-her breath coming in quick, gasping mouthfuls as the huge black 
stepped up the rhythm of his deep, grinding plunges into her hot, fleshy 
pas-sage. He could tell it wouldn't be long now-that the writhing, eager 
white girl impaled so helplessly on his rock-hard cock was nearing her 
climax. 

Carol gasped and choked for air as he rammed his hardened ebony prick into 
her belly again and again. 

"Goddamn! Goddamn! I'm cumming! I'M CUMMING!" 

Her whole, naked body snapped savagely, out of control, her arms and legs 
wrapped tightly around his hard, black body as he pumped into her hot, 
hungry cunt in short, deep thrusts that smashed all the way into her belly. 

"Aaaaagggghhh!!" Her screams filled the room, and echoed off the walls as he 
took her all the way to her devastating, exhausting climax-and beyond. Her 
whole body shook convulsively-a savage, mournful cry coming form deep 
inside. 

The sight of her nude, writhing body was all the black man needed-he gave 
one final deep lunge, ramming his aching cock all the way to the hilt in her 
wet, desperately clasping cunt and his balls exploded once more-pumping his 
hot, sticky load deep in her hungry vagina. His black brushy loins quivered 
as the last of his boiling semen disappeared inside her and she fell, 
exhausted, with a thud, his rubbery cock slipping from her wet cuntal 
passage with a lewd, slurping sound. 

So intense was the spectacle that Anne could almost feel the black man's 
cock jerking and spewing its hot load inside her; that all-too-familiar 
burning sensation beginning to spread in her belly. 

He collapsed like a crumpled giant beside the tiny white girl, his 
coal-black body glistening with hundreds of beads of sweat as his steel-hard 
muscles began to relax. Carol was still gasping for breath, her breasts 
heaving as she lay naked on her back, her eyes closed and her mouth open 
wide. 

"Man, that was somethin' else!" said the black man at Anne's side. In the 
excitement of watching the huge Negro screwing such a beautiful white girl, 
he'd nearly forgotten about her-but there was still plenty of time for what 
he had in mind. "Well, how about it, baby? Think you and me can top that?" 
His filthy grin spread all the way across his face, and his gold fillings 
sparkled in the light of the overhead bulb. 

"No, please... you can't. I mean... well, you've had your fun watching. Why 
can't you just let me go now... " His hand suddenly was shoved between her 
tightly-clenched thighs, all the way up to her tender, fleshy vaginal mound. 

"Let you go? Woman, you've gotta' be kidding me! Why, I ain't had no fun at 
all. Bobby's had all the fun. And now it's your turn. Ain't that right?" His 
strong fingers squeezed the soft, delicate flanges of her pussy roughly as 
he spoke, that same terrifying grin covering his black face. 

Anne knew there was no use pleading with him-he knew what he wanted, and 
there would be no stopping him. 

Her stomach tightened with nausea as she thought of being raped by. this 
black man-of his huge cock probing her innermost secrets, of his sperm 
filling her like that of some wild sadistic rapist. 

He shoved her skirt up around her waist and grabbed her tightly around her 
thighs as she struggled vainly to break free. 

"No! NO! Please! Please!" she screamed. "Help me please! Somebody help me!" 

"Man shut that honky bitch up," yelled Bobby, sitting up for the first time 
since he collapsed on the mattress. Carol still hadn't stirred. "If you 
can't keep her quiet, I've got something that will." 

Anne fought him savagely, kicking fiercely at any opening, but he still held 
her pinned. "Let me go! Let me go or I'll scream!!" 

She didn't notice as the huge black climbed from his resting place across 
the room, and walked over, still stark naked, his long cock flopping between 
his black thighs as he moved. 

"Let me go! Help! Somebody help!" Anne's screams were deafening in the 
nearly-empty flat, with no furniture to muffle the sound. 

Suddenly she found herself lifted roughly off the mattress, the Negro still 
clutching her bare thighs tightly to his belly. She looked up-straight into 
the fierce white eyes of the big black man as he held her in mid-air by her 
shoulders. 

"You wanna' use that big mouth of yours so much... Here, use it on this!" 
And he laughed loudly as his rubbery cock smashed against her face, his 
matted, wet pubic hair ground tightly against her nose. She tried to turn 
away, but he held her too tightly against his wet loins. "Suck it, bitch! 
Suck it!" 

She swallowed hard to hold back the nausea that was straining to burst from 
her insides. 

Oh God, I can't! I just can't do it! 

She could feel it starting to grow harder already as he rubbed it against 
her lips, the pungent sweaty smell burning her nostrils. It was still moist 
from the warm juices of Carol's pussy, and sticky from his own sperm. She 
struggled to breathe through her nose, for she knew that to open her mouth 
was to surrender; but she was no match for the huge black. 

He dropped to his knees at her face, and let her weight rest on his thighs. 
She was still held tightly by the other one, his strong arms wrapped around 
her thighs. She swung at the closest one with all her strength, but the 
blows just bounced off his hard lean body. 

He grabbed her head like it was a ripe melon, and spread her lips apart with 
brute force, pulling her mouth open enough for his wet cock to slip between 
her lips. 

"What's wrong with you, bitch?" he sneered, baring his teeth like an animal. 
"Don't you know good meat when you taste it?" 

Anne felt her whole face turn crimson as they all laughed at her humiliating 
debasement-this time she was sure she heard Carol laughing too. Never in her 
life had she felt so completely helpless-stretched like a naked plaything 
between the two blacks, completely at their mercy. She knew that whatever 
they wanted-whatever despicable, wanton act they wished to perform-she was 
powerless to resist. Suddenly she knew how it felt to be completely and 
hopelessly lost. 

"Suck it, you snooty bitch! Suck it good! I want you to know what a black 
cock tastes like... And how my hot load's gonna' taste in your belly!" He 
shoved his loins against her face again, his half-hardened prick already 
filling her mouth as it quivered and throbbed, growing still harder by the 
second. 

Eldon held her with one muscular black arm around her hips, her naked 
buttocks pressed tightly against his chest, and completed the task of 
removing her panty hose and panties with his other hand. They slipped 
easily-together-along her bare legs, and he shoved them aside, out of the 
way. He didn't want anything in his way when he got himself mounted on this 
little white bitch--nothing between him and that luscious tight pussy of 
hers. And he was sure she would be tight... she even looked tight-those 
soft, warm folds of pink flesh around her deliciously wet cunt would grab 
his stiff cock like a velvet glove and wouldn't let go until he'd emptied 
his balls in her soft buttery hole... His prick was bucking like crazy just 
thinking about it. 

"Get that dress off her, man," ordered Bobby. "I wanna' see those big white 
tits of hers hanging free and easy... hanging like a cow's tits where I can 
get me some milk." And that evil laugh of his told her he meant business. 

"Well, hurry up! Get her naked! Get the honky bitch naked!" 

Eldon obligingly finished the task of stripping her-unzipping her dress and 
pulling and yanking it down over her already naked buttocks. When it was 
clear of her legs, only her bra remained, and Bobby wanted that exquisite 
pleasure for himself. 

He released the four tiny hooks, and her white bra fell free, slipping down 
her arms. Her soft, resilient breasts fell free, hanging beneath her body as 
she knelt obediently before him, his huge prick still shoved between her 
moist lips. 

As the soft, snow-white mounds came into view, his black cock stiffened like 
a stallion at stud, and pushed its enormous head hard against the back of 
her throat. She could barely move her tongue, much less breathe, as the huge 
shaft blocked her delicate throat opening. 

"All right, bitch! I'm telling you for the last time... Suck it!" His grip 
on her head tightened painfully, and she knew the only way out was to submit 
to his degrading orders. And, like a defeated enemy's woman, she was 
unquestionably his slave-to do with as he pleased. She began to slowly move 
her head back and forth, trying vainly not to touch the wet penis with her 
tongue. As it moved in and out, it grew even harder and thicker still, 
stretching her taut lips like rub-her bands around its enormous 
circumference. "What're you waitin' for, man?" he asked the other black. 
"You want me to show you where to put it?" 

Carol was hidden by the sheer hulk of the huge Negro whose long, black cock 
was shoved between her ovaled lips-but Anne could hear her laughing from 
across the room. 

"Don't be so nervous, Anne," she shouted to her. "It'll go down a lot easier 
if you relax." She felt the hot tears of utter humiliation trick-ling down 
her cheeks as the thick shaft slipped in and out of her widespread lips, her 
cheeks hollowing to accommodate its incredible size. 

Bobby's okay was Eldon's long-awaited cue-and he wasn't about to waste any 
time sinking his aching prick in that juicy little cunt of hers, squirming 
so tantalizingly right in his face as she struggled vainly to get free. He'd 
never had a white girl before, and this was something he'd waited for a long 
time. It was almost too un-believable to be true-but he didn't plan to ask 
questions, just get his throbbing dick inside that warm, wet tunnel of 
hers... 

Anne heard his zipper go down, and an un-mistakable hardness probing roughly 
at her soft passage as she knelt, shared by the two blacks like a two-dollar 
whore, her trembling buttocks upturned in an exciting display of soft, white 
flesh. 

She wanted to scream... to beg for mercy... anything to keep them from 
defiling her any more than they already had. But even that was impossible, 
for the huge, wet shaft that stretched her lips was a most effective gag. 

Oh God how can I ever go home to Bob... How can I even look at him after 
this... how can I? 

CHAPTER THREE 

The helplessly trapped Anne's whole body tensed as the long, black prick 
found the narrow slit of her vagina, and poked between the soft, fleshy lips 
toward the shelter of her warm pussy. It was as though it almost had a mind 
of its own. 

She felt Eldon's strong arms lift her off the mattress, leaving her 
suspended for a moment between the two men, as he prepared to enter her 
young body. The tears burned her eyes as she gasped desperately for breath, 
the big one's enormous cock swelled now to full size in the narrow confines 
of her throat. 

A choking scream lodged in her blocked chest as Eldon's cock found its way 
between the pink flanges of her pussy; as, with a savage thrust, he buried 
his long, gleaming-black prick in her soft, moist passage, shoving it fully 
to the hilt in the depths of her defenseless belly. 

More than anything, she hoped they would kill her, for never would she be 
able to live down the shame of this moment, as the two Negroes satisfied 
their savage lust at both ends of her quivering, young body. She squirmed 
desperately to escape the frantic, deep plunges boring painfully into her 
unlubricated passage, painfully pushing aside the soft, pink walls in deep, 
grinding thrusts that seemed to go all the way through her body. 

"Oooh, baby, what a pussy you've got," he moaned, his loins snapping forward 
and back viciously as he pistoned wildly far into her belly. The 
constricting walls held his black cock tightly as he shoved the throbbing 
tip deep in her soft cunt, not releasing him for an instant as he pulled the 
ebony shaft almost completely out, then buried it hard inside her again. 
"Oh, Jesus, I can't stand it... I can't stand it... It's just too much... 
too much!" She could hear Bobby and Carol laughing at his wildly frantic 
raving-as he screwed her like a mad-man, moaning and yelling as he held her 
firm buttocks pulled tightly back against his driving loins, her knees still 
off the mattress-impaled helplessly like a butterfly on a long pin. 

Anne could feel him pounding away deep inside her ravaged body, his long, 
hard prick buried in the depths of her belly. She could tell he must have 
been well-built, for his painful lunges seemed to be deeper inside than she 
could remember any man ever going before. 

Slowly, rhythmically, the agonizing deep thrusts began to take effect-to 
rekindle the smoldering coals of passion that lingered deep inside her young 
body. To summon that omnivorous savage desire that she knew lay hidden 
somewhere in her tortured belly-like a slumbering beast waiting for its 
chance to wrest control of her thrashing body. 

The exciting newness apparently worn off, Eldon slowed his frenzied pace to 
a steadied excruciating rhythm-long, wet slithering plunges deep between the 
soft, moist walls of her tight vibrant pussy. 

With every fiber of strength remaining in her plundered body, she fought 
vainly the steadily growing flames of undiluted ecstasy that burned hungrily 
inside her. 

No... no, I can't give in... Better to die first than surrender to this... 
these animals! I mustn't give them the satisfaction of seeing me this way... 

But it was hopeless-slowly, uncontrollably, her firm, rounded buttocks began 
to grind rhythmically in time with his deep, wet thrusts. Slowly at first, 
then faster as her whole body began to respond to his hardened cock buried 
deep in her belly. 

"Oooooohhhhhh... Yes, yes... Oh, yes... " She gasped for breath as Bobby 
inexplicably pulled his rock-hard prick from her mouth. "Yes, that's it... 
that's it! Do it harder! Harder!" 

But the sight of the naked white girl responding to his savage thrusts was 
too much for Eldon-again he plowed into her with the fury of a wild animal, 
bucking viciously as he shoved every inch of his long, black cock far up 
inside her tender, warm tunnel, his sweaty loins smacking lewdly through the 
room as they slapped against her upturned ass, his strong hands gripping her 
hips like two handles as he buried himself in her again and again. Harder 
and harder with every delicious lunge... harder and harder... 

"Goddamn! Goddamn... I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" He shouted, his eyes tightly 
clenched, his head thrown back like a frenzied stallion. "Aaaaaagggghhhh!... 
" 

His black balls exploded in her hungry pas-sage, spurting, their fiery hot 
load far up into her ravaged belly... the stored fruits of a thousand hungry 
desires... of a thousand nights of wanting, and not having... 

"No, no... not yet... not yet!" screamed Anne, just a few precious, 
agonizing thrusts of his long cock away from satisfaction. "Please don't 
stop... I'm almost there... I'm almost there!" 

His rubbery penis slipped uselessly from her eager, grasping hole and he let 
her fall on the mattress, crushing her soft, full breasts beneath her 
trembling, quaking body. "I was so close... so close," she moaned, her voice 
trailing off into a broken whisper. 

"All right, bitch. You've had the appetizer, now's time for the main 
course." Two incredibly strong arms reached down and grabbed her around the 
waist, and lifted her into the air like a limp rag doll. She heard Eldon 
howling with laughter, still sprawled on the mattress. 

"What... what're you doing? What's going on?" she groaned, wondering what 
the huge standing Negro had in mind for her. "Tell me, please... please, 
what's going on?" 

Bobby squeezed her tight against his naked chest, smashing her soft, tender 
breasts against the muscular hardness of his flesh. "Wrap your legs around 
my waist!" he ordered. "Now!" 

She knew better than to resist, so she meekly followed his instructions, her 
long legs locked at the ankles around his narrow waist. Her damp crotch now 
rubbed freely against his rock-hard belly, and she could feel those familiar 
tingles of excitement coursing through her body again. But still she didn't 
know what he was doing-only that her soft, yielding body was tightly crushed 
against his steel-hardness. 

"Hold on tight!" 

His hands slipped under her buttocks, and she grabbed him around the neck to 
keep from falling to the floor below, as he maneuvered his frightening 
cudgel into place... 

"Aaaaaaagggghhhh! Oh God, you're killing me!" she screamed suddenly, as he 
rammed her down onto his enormous cock, skewering her like a piece of soft, 
wet liver as he slid her down his tremendous, lust-hardened pole. 

He held her securely with his strong black hands, and jogged her up and down 
on his thick shaft, ramming his huge cock all the way to the hilt in her 
belly as he slammed her crotch against his loins with every downward drive. 

Anne tried desperately to escape, pushing with all her frail strength 
against his broad shoulders, struggling to find something to kick 
against-anything to get away from the excruciating pain. 

His cock felt as big as a fencepost as it rammed into her bruised passage, 
filling every inch of her tender fleshy tunnel as he shoved her down onto 
the huge shaft as far as she could go, painfully stretching the taut, 
vaginal walls as the big fleshy spear bored its way deeper and deeper into 
soft, quivering belly. 

"Please... Please stop... you're splitting me open! Please... Please!" she 
begged, but it was no use. He threw his brawny arms around her and pulled 
her hard against his bare chest, his hungry lips nibbling eagerly at her 
neck. 

He let her fall back away from his body, and lowered his lips to her 
luscious, firm breasts, and locked his mouth on the delicious softness of 
her twin, taut mounds. His tongue rolled her tender, pink nipple between his 
teeth, and he could feel the tiny bud harden and begin to throb as he chewed 
hungrily on her firm breast. 

But the big Negro never slowed the rhythm for a second, pumping her naked, 
writhing body up and down on his hard, impaling shaft again and again. 

Carol watched in amazement as he skewered her over and over on his 
tremendous prick, lubricated by Anne's own juices which began to trickle 
obscenely down the Negro's enormous black cock. She could nearly feel his 
thick shaft boring into Anne's tight, wet pussy-wishing all the while that 
she was the one impaled on his delicious spear. 

And then the agonizing shivers of ecstasy began to return to Anne's 
helplessly impaled body, even stronger this time, as her eager, young pussy 
stretched to accommodate the huge black stallion of a man. It felt as if his 
cock somehow magically swelled inside her, and filled every crevice, every 
hollow of her body-like no man had ever done before. 

She held on tightly to his powerful shoulders, and ground her crotch wetly 
against his brawny loins, slamming her bruised buttocks against him as she 
slithered easily down his fully impaling pole. 

"Oh... Oh!... OH! OH! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! OOOOOHHHHH!" she groaned out 
suddenly and then with an explosion of colors flashing before her eyes, she 
emptied her orgiastic juices onto his thick shaft, and they flowed in a 
dozen rivulets down the glistening length of his cock, and down into the 
crevice of his ass, trickling down his sinewy legs. His own climax was just 
seconds behind hers, and his huge cock spurted like a raging water-cannon 
into the warm, wet confines of her belly, his semen mingling with that of 
the other black, and oozing slowly down the sides of his gleaming penis. 

He laid her gently on the dirty mattress, his dick slipping wetly from her 
clutching cuntal grip. For an instant, a thin, taut trail of semen stretched 
between them, then dripped with the rest on the stained, filthy mattress. 

Anne lay heaving and gasping for breath, her breasts rising and falling as 
she sprawled naked at her black conqueror's feet. She opened her eyes to see 
Carol, buttoning her wrinkled blouse. 

"When you're ready, Eldon's going to drive us to a service station to get 
some gas," she said, as if nothing had happened. 

* * * 

The apartment was dark when she slipped in, terrified that Bob would be 
still awake. She knew she wouldn't be able to face him tonight. 

For once the door closed quietly, and Anne stealthily made her way through 
the darkened rooms, praying that nothing would trip her or fall crashing to 
the floor. 

She slipped out of her dress and into a night-gown, and crawled in beside 
Bob... safe, this time anyway. 

He was still sleeping as she snuggled in beside him, her stinging eyes moist 
with tears. 

Oh Bob... Bob, how I need you! If only I could wake you and tell you what 
happened... I know things would be so much better if I could... but I 
can't... I just can't! 

Oh darling I need you now! I need you so much! 

CHAPTER FOUR 

Nothing ever seemed to change on the cam-pus-still the same people, the same 
buildings, the same sounds. College kids getting ready for homecoming... 
floats slowly taking shape all over the campus... hundreds of posters for 
homecoming queen candidates pasted to every fence and tree. 

Bob Hartley ambled through the nearly-empty campus, already late for class, 
but not really caring. Somehow it just didn't seem right. He thought about 
the guys left behind... halfway around the world fighting a war nobody seems 
to care about. He looked at the chicken-wire floats... Beat State! Give 'Em 
Hell Hawks! and remembered the 300,000 casualties at last count... and still 
climbing every day. It just wasn't right for him to be here, leisurely 
strolling through a calm campus, while his buddies raced through an 
enemy-infested jungle. What right did he have to be here-instead of back in 
Vietnam. 

He saw a bunch of kids playing on the grass across the deserted courtyard, 
rolling and tumbling and squealing with delight as they bounced and 
scrambled over the grassy mounds. 

Not like the kids he'd seen in Vietnam. They weren't laughing and squealing. 
All old long before their time-aged by the incessant horrors of war. 

And worse still, the ones he remembered from that tiny, nameless village his 
company had taken on that horrible, steamy tropical after-noon. He thanked 
God the memories weren't as vivid now... that time had eased the pain a 
little. 

Those innocent kids-victims of a war they cared nothing about. A war they 
didn't under-stand. 

And what did it matter whose artillery fire got them? They were dead either 
way, and finding somebody to blame wouldn't bring them back. Their deaths 
left an empty spot in this world of ours that no one else could ever fill. 

Bob laughed feebly at himself. 

What a worrier I am, he thought. I should be down on my knees kissing this 
good American dirt I'm walking on... not wondering why I'm here. What's 
happened has happened, and there's nothing I can do to change it... As long 
as there are generals and politicians, there's going to be war somewhere. 

He remembered how it had been in the beginning-when he was a fresh recruit, 
just out of basic training. Then, things were different; not that he had 
ever wanted to go to Vietnam. Just somehow it all seemed right then, that 
maybe they were all going over there to help defend the helpless South 
Vietnamese people from the Communist aggressors. 

He'd never really felt like a crusader, or anything like that; but at least 
he had gone to Southeast Asia thinking it was all for a good cause. 

But now he wasn't so sure. Not after watching the ARVN soldiers run at the 
first sign of trouble. Hell, these were supposed to be the men fighting this 
war; our soldiers were just there to help. Or at least that was the way it 
had been explained to him. And how could they ask you to fight a war for a 
bunch of foreigners who didn't seem to give a damn who won the war. 

And just what kind of a government were we keeping in power over there 
anyway? A military dictatorship so poorly respected by the citizens that 
their soldiers would often refuse to fight. 

He pictured those little VC guerillas, always popping up out of nowhere, and 
ready to fight to the death at the drop of a hat. Maybe they were commies, 
like everybody said, but at least they believed in something strong enough 
to die for it, and that was something in their favor. 

He remembered hearing the guys talk about the peace demonstrations back home 
in the States. Sure, there were some who thought that those who marched and 
carried signs were traitors, and they should be rounded up and shot. But 
that wasn't the opinion of most of the fellows; they just figured it 
strengthened what they knew already: that we were fighting a meaningless 
war, and the sooner we got the hell out of there, the better. 

Anyway, he was glad it was over-for him at least. But he knew there were 
scars in his mind that he'd carry around for a long, long time. 

* * * 

He'd gotten Vietnam shoved out of his head for a while by the time class was 
over, and Bob started the grueling walk to his brother's office. He could 
have kept the car, he knew that, but Anne said something about doing some 
shopping, and he didn't like for her to be riding around town on buses. 

He was exhausted by the time he reached the two-story brick-and-glass 
building where James Hartley & Company made its head-quarters. Jim wasn't 
in, so Bob went straight to work on the Edgerton Building plans; there was 
still plenty left for him to do before he needed to consult his brother. 

There was only one other draftsman in to-day ; Bob wondered about that, but 
he'd learned from experience not to ask too many questions. He knew some of 
the other employees still harbored some resentment about him being there; 
and he knew also that Jim hired him out of kindness and not out of need. So 
he kept his mouth shut whenever possible; no sense in knowing too much 
anyway, and a lot safer in a small company. He limited his conversations to 
the weather and the football scores. 

Bob heard someone climbing the back steps, then a key in the lock. It had to 
be Jim. "Hello Bob, how was class today? Did you learn any-thing?" Bob 
smiled and mumbled something nearly as inane as Jim's questions. That was 
the same greeting he used almost every day, but he never seemed to tire of 
it, so Bob humored him. After all, he was the only source of income for the 
present. 

"I saw Anne downtown," he said, hanging his coat in the closet behind Bob. 
"She was loaded down with packages. In fact, I wasn't sure it was her at 
first. The packages hid her face. I offered her a lift, but she said you'd 
let her keep the car today." 

"Yeah... that's right," answered Bob, trying to figure out where Anne found 
enough money to go on a spending spree. 

Maybe Jim's exaggerating, he told himself. Yeah, that must be it... she 
probably only had a couple of bags. He stretches the truth a little 
sometimes... 

"Bob! Bob... it's for you!" It was Helen, his brother's secretary yelling at 
him from the reception office. He punched the blinking button on the 
telephone at his side. 

"Hello." 

"Hi, honey. It's me. I hope I'm not bothering you." 

Bob cradled the receiver between his shoulder and his ear and continued his 
work. He didn't want Jim to see him goofing off-not this early in the day, 
anyway. "No, you're not bothering me. In fact, I was just talking about 
you," he said. 

"I hope it was something nice," said Anne. 

"Well, actually Jim was doing the talking. He was telling me he ran into you 
downtown. Did you get your shopping done?" he asked discreetly, hoping she 
would volunteer the rest. 

"Yes, I'm all through. Now I can rest for a couple of minutes and start 
dinner. What would you like?" 

It was apparent he'd have to ask if he wanted to know about the money. 
"Anything's fine with me. Uh, honey... Honey, where'd you get the money for 
all this shopping. Jim said you were loaded down with packages. You know we 
don't have that kind of money right now." 

Anne panicked-how could she have been so stupid! Of course Bob would wonder 
where the money was coming from. It was only natural. "Uh... uh, I had some 
saved... from when I worked at Harrell's. I hope you don't mind." 

"Of course not, baby. I was just curious, that's all. Listen, I'd better go 
now. Jim wants this finished today if I can, so I'd better get back to work. 
Bye-bye." 

"Good-bye, Bob." 

* * * 

Oh my God, that was close, thought Anne as she put the receiver back in 
place. I hope he believed me... it was the best I could do... 

But she didn't have time to worry about it-she was due at Alice Horne's 
office in a half-hour. She didn't say what she wanted when she called; only 
asked if she could be there. It struck her as strange that she asked her to 
do anything; usually she ordered her to be there. She changed into a pair of 
bell-bottoms and a jersey top-no sense dressing up for Mrs. Horne. Any old 
outfit was good enough for her; she was the last person on earth Anne wanted 
to impress. 

Mrs. Horne was on the phone, as usual, when Anne finally made it to her 
office, twenty-five minutes late. She helped herself to a chair while Mrs. 
Horne finished her conversation. 

"Well, how are you, Anne," she said after a while, the saccharine charm 
oozing from every pore in her body. "I'm so glad you could come down." 

"What did you want me for, Mrs. Horne," asked Anne coldly. 

"Why, nothing in particular, dear," she replied, appearing to be shocked at 
such a suggestion. "I thought we could just have a little chat. You know, 
sort of get to know each other better. I was just talking to Frank Powell-he 
was the man in charge of that meeting you worked for me last week-and he 
said to be sure and compliment you on your work. He said you were just 
splendid." 

"Yeah, I remember him. He was the one who kept pinching me." 

Mrs. Horne laughed weakly. "Well, anyway, I just wanted to see how things 
were going with you. Everything is (all right, isn't it?" Anne was amazed at 
the woman's acting skill; she actually seemed genuinely concerned. 
"Everything's the same. But the money won't be doing me much good." 

"Oh? Why is that?" she inquired. 

Anne couldn't see any reason for keeping it a secret, so she told her about 
Bob's brother seeing her with an armload of packages, and how Bob was 
suspicious about where the money came from, and how she lied to him to cover 
it up. 

"You mean that's your only problem? Honey, I wish I could be so fortunate," 
said Mrs. Horne. "Why, that's no problem at all. Just tell him you're 
working for me." 

"What? Are you out of your mind?" exclaimed Anne. 

"No, no. It's all very simple. A couple of the other girls have had the same 
problem. You just tell him you're working for All Realty-that's my other 
business. Tell him you're my part time secretary-bookkeeper, anything you 
want. Just let me know what you decide. And I'll cover for you if he ever 
calls to check on you. But just be certain to tell him you'll be working at 
night sometimes." 

"It'll never work," said Anne suspiciously. "Bob would never buy that. He's 
too smart." 

"Smart! Honey, no husband's that smart. Just take it from me, he'll go for 
it. Try it, you'll see." 

They talked uncomfortably for another five minutes, about nothing in 
particular, and Anne excused herself to go home and start Bob's supper, 
still wondering why Alice had wanted her to come down. 

The telephone was ringing when she opened the door to their apartment. It 
was Alice Horne, with another assignment-a date this time, and tonight! 

"I can't, it's just impossible," pleaded Anne. "And why didn't you say 
something about this when I was in your office? I can't get away on such 
short notice. What would Bob think? You've got to get someone else. Carol, 
maybe. Have you asked her?" 

"I only found out about this myself a few minutes ago," explained Mrs. 
Horne. "This gentleman is an old client of mine that hasn't been to town in 
years. And besides, Carol's got a date for tonight. I'm counting on you, 
Anne? I know you won't let me down." 

Anne recognized that all-too-familiar tone in her voice, and she knew it was 
useless to argue. She told her she'd do it, but that she'd have to tell Bob 
she was working for her and that she had better cover for her if he called. 

Anne jotted down the particulars, and put the steaks back in the freezer for 
another night. 

CHAPTER FIVE 

Anne carefully surveyed each and every man entering the hotel lobby, 
wondering if he was to be her chosen companion for the rest of the evening. 
And if so, whether her duties would be limited to a personally guided tour 
of the night spots; or perhaps something a lot more serious-something she'd 
rather not even think about yet. 

That was what worried her the most: not knowing. Not knowing who she'd be 
with, not knowing what he'd be like, not even knowing when Alice Horne would 
call again with an-other "date". 

Her own subconscious still blacked out any strong memories of just four 
nights past-the night she and Carol found themselves helpless in an alien 
environment; but she still couldn't escape it-even though it was some-thing 
she tried desperately to forget. Something happened that night-something in 
her own mind, in her own desires-that she'd rather not ever have to face. 

Anne could feel the probing stares as men spotted her sitting all alone in 
the elegant lobby, gorgeously attired in a sexy, slinky sheath that would 
have been right at home in any of New York's glamour spots. She felt somehow 
different dressed this way; it was a dress she never had the chance to wear 
with Bob. He didn't like fancy nights on the town; spaghetti was about as 
fancy as he ever got. 

And it certainly hadn't been any easy trick getting dressed up this way; not 
with Bob right there at home now. Anne had allowed herself extra time when 
she left home-ostensibly to help Mrs. Horne with her correspondence. And she 
changed in a service station, while the car was being gassed and oiled; 
since Alice had specifically told her to wear something proper for dinner at 
the Savoy Arms. 

Anne laughed to herself when she remembered the look on that service station 
attendant's face when she came out of the ladies' room dressed like a 
debutante on her way to a cotillion, and climbed into Carol's borrowed relic 
of a car. 

But his strange look was nothing compared to the cold-blooded appraisals she 
was going through now. It felt as if every man who crossed the lobby was 
sizing her up-wondering if she was waiting for someone in particular, or 
just waiting. It made her feel cheap, like some sort of merchandise on 
display, waiting for the buyer with enough money, or the best-looking suit. 
And that was something she'd never accepted-no matter what she had to go 
through for Alice Horne, she'd never let her-self be lowered to that level. 
She knew she wasn't much more than a common prostitute, a whore; but she 
also knew her only hope was to hang on to that one little thread of 
self-respect, or she'd wind up like her friend Pat, coldly putting her body 
through the paces, accepting any filth that happened to be thrown her way, 
and taking it without any hope of pulling herself up out of the despicable 
sewer she'd been dragged into. 

Then she spotted someone looking at her out of the corner of her eye; 
someone really staring, not just looking her over as he passed. She dared 
not return his gaze, or make any sign of recognition, lest he be the wrong 
man. That was a situation she'd certainly rather avoid. 

She fumbled nervously with her small handbag as he started in her direction. 

"Uh... excuse me, miss," he began, obviously as apprehensive as she was. "Is 
your name Anne, by any chance?" he asked meekly. Alice never gave her 
client's more than the first name; she said it was for the girls' own 
protection, but Anne suspected it was to keep the girls from cutting out the 
middle-man, and going straight to the customers themselves. 

"Yes, I am," she answered, looking up for the first time. "Are you Mr. 
Kartell?" 

He acknowledged that he was indeed Harvey Kartell, and that he was pleased 
to meet her, and would she like to have dinner in the Gothic Room. 

Anne thought briefly of Bob making-do with leftovers, but her hunger took 
precedence over sympathetic notions, and she accepted. Not that she really 
had much choice; she knew only too well that it was imperative never to 
argue with the clients. Especially if Alice Horne held the power to destroy 
her marriage; maybe even your entire life with one phone call. 

Harvey was older than she'd expected, al-though Mrs. Horne had made no 
mention of his age. In fact, she hadn't really said anything about him, 
except that he was an old client she'd been doing business with for years. 
He looked about fifty, she guessed, give or take a few years; but he wasn't 
one of those fortunates who grow old gracefully. The years had taken their 
toll of Harvey Kartell, and Anne wondered if the rest of his body sagged and 
drooped like the flesh over his cheek bones and neck-sagging folds of 
untoned skin that betrayed his many years behind a desk. 

He talked incessantly through dinner, after first fortifying himself with 
three vodka martinis in a row. All about his mining supply business in 
Montana-how he'd started with two World War II surplus jeeps, still battered 
and shot-up from combat, a trailer held together with bailing wire and 
prayers, and a lot of old-fashioned stubbornness, and built it into the 
county's second largest business. He was justifiably proud of having built 
it up all by himself, without a cent of help from anyone. 

Anne apologized for not knowing much about mining equipment, or mining for 
that matter, but that didn't seem to bother him a bit. He rambled on all 
through dinner about earth-moving tractors and land graders, and 
earth-handling equipment like he was at a miner's convention, and Anne 
nodded politely-again and again. 

"I don't get down this way too often," he said, with half a mouthful of 
creamed spinach. "But I always give Alice a call before I come, so I know I 
can look forward to a pretty girl when I get here. We don't have too many 
young ladies where I come from. Most of 'em get married off before they're 
out of their teens... don't leave much fun for us old bachelors." 

He paused long enough to gulp down a glassful of water, which was quickly 
replaced by the efficient waiter, lurking somewhere out of sight until 
needed. 

"I've thought about gettin' married plenty of times," he continued. "Lord 
knows a woman would be awfully nice sometimes, especially during those long 
Montana winters. It gets pretty cold between those sheets with nobody 
around, you know what I mean?" He gave Anne a knowing grin, and she smiled 
in agreement. 

Wouldn't you know it? A sex starved mountain man, fresh out of the hills... 
I really get some winners... Maybe he'll get drunk and forget I'm even 
around... At the rate he's going, he'll pass out before we leave the 
restaurant. 

He finished off the last scraps of his over-done steak-cooked to his order, 
and signaled the waiter for another drink, vodka and Seven-Up this time, his 
"after dinner drink." 

Anne kept her fingers crossed, half-knowing, but afraid to face what he had 
in mind for dessert. She knew only too well that she might be the next dish 
on the menu. 

That's it, Harvey! Keep pouring that vodka down the pipes... I might make it 
home by nine! 

But Harvey Kartell soaked up vodka like a dry sponge, and it soon was 
apparent that Anne wouldn't be nearly so lucky. 

Harvey figured his part of the deal was finished-he'd bought the dinner, 
paid for the drinks, and now the rest was up to Anne. 

"Listen, you go on up to the room. I'll give you my key," he whispered, 
lowering his back-woods bellow for the first time since they'd met in the 
lobby, "Alice said to watch out for the night desk clerk here. I don't think 
he likes girls, you know what I mean?" 

"Yes, I'm afraid I do," Anne answered dejectedly. There could be no doubt 
now about what he had planned for her. 

He squeezed her bare forearm in his brawny grip, surprisingly strong for an 
old man. "I'll be up in a few minutes, soon as I have me an-other drink." 
His voice quickly grew menacing. "And don't go getting any ideas about 
taking off, you hear? Alice warned you might be a bit frigid." 

Anne didn't answer, but left hurriedly, afraid someone would see the tears 
flooding her eyes. She kept her head turned away from the main desk as she 
crossed the expansive lobby, and ducked into the first elevator she came to. 

There was no one on the hall as she turned his key in the lock, and Anne 
quickly stepped inside, half-expecting the hotel detective to be right 
behind her. Safely inside, the tears streamed like trickles of rain down her 
cheeks. 

This won't help... I've got to pull myself together... It'll only make 
things worse for me. I can't let that man see me like this; if Mrs. Horne 
finds out, it'll he all over for me and Bob. Oh God, how did I ever get 
mixed up in this! 

She retreated to the bathroom and adjusted her make-up in the harsh light of 
the fluorescent panel ceiling lights. Her eyes looked blood-shot and puffy. 

If I ever make it through this night, I'll never knuckle under to Alice 
Horne again! I don't care what happens! There must be some way to escape her 
grip! There has to be! 

She whirled around suddenly, startled by the sound of someone trying the 
door. 

"Open up, Anne," came the voice from out-side, "It's me. Harvey" He was 
trying to whisper as loud as possible, but it sounded to Anne like the whole 
floor could hear him. 

"Sh-h-h-h," she answered, "I'm coming! I'm coming!" 

He nearly fell through the doorway when she turned the knob, reeling from 
the accumulated effects of the half-dozen or so drinks he'd consumed at 
dinner. Anne fastened the door behind him, and guided him in the general 
direction of a conveniently placed chair, right by the window. 

"Sorry it took me so long," he said. "But I was afraid that faggot desk 
clerk was on to us. He was watching me when I got into the elevator." 

"That's just what I wanted to hear," Anne muttered cynically. "Maybe he can 
join us for a couple of drinks or something." 

"Oh, don't worry about him. I waited around the corner in the hallway to see 
if he followed me. But he didn't." 

Anne sat silently for a long time, perched nervously on the edge of the bed, 
waiting for Harvey to make the next move. 

Harvey didn't say anything, just got up un-steadily and switched off the 
overhead room lights, leaving just the soft glow from the recessed panels 
around the top of the walls. He ran the room music dial through a couple of 
talk stations, then settled finally on one that offered quite, soothing late 
night music. 

"There, that's a little better, isn't it?" he asked sheepishly. Anne only 
smiled weakly, barely turning up the corners of her mouth. She knew the time 
had come again, and the only escape was to get it over with. The sooner she 
finished this degrading chore, the sooner she could go home to Bob. 

She stood up and faced Harvey, who stopped dead in his tracks, and pulled 
quickly at the zipper to her satin sheath. It came down smoothly and easily, 
and Anne pulled it over her shoulders, still facing the man. 

"Hey, you're all right, honey. You don't waste any time. I like that in a 
woman." 

Anne stepped out of the dress and laid it neatly across the foot of the bed. 
She was wearing pale blue matching undergarments, and all three matched-her 
half-slip, her bra, and her nylon panties. "I'm just giving you what you 
paid for, right?" 

Harvey looked a little stunned. "Uh, right. But you don't have to make it 
sound like some kind of business deal." 

She knew exactly what she'd like to tell him, but this time she thought 
better of it. No sense in making him mad, she told herself. 

He stood motionless, watching her as she peeled off her slip, leaving only 
her bra and panties. She was incredibly beautiful, and the soft, diffused 
lighting made her even more so. He couldn't take his eyes off her delicious, 
young body, still ripe and firm with youth; her skin soft and smooth; her 
delectable breasts firm and proud, standing like two ripe melons, barely 
concealed by her bra, her pink nipples just peeking over the tops of the 
cloth cups. No need for any padding in her case-there was more than enough 
without any man-made help, and they bulged tantalizingly before him, juicy 
soft, mounds awaiting his touch. 

Her smooth, flat belly and firm body tapered gently to her tiny waist, then 
flared again perfectly in just-right hips, barely concealed under the 
sheerness of her baby-blue panties. He could see the delicate outline of a 
soft, sparse triangle of pubic hair through the trans-lucent, gauze-like 
fabric, at the junction of her firm, smooth thighs; ivory white in contrast 
to her bare legs, twin lengthy stems that shaded into tanned brown further 
along their naked smoothness. 

She pulled the clip from her hair, and her golden blonde down cascaded in 
thick, luxuriant richness over her bare shoulders, falling nearly to the 
twin, firm bulges of her breasts. 

He stared at her naked youthfulness like a man hypnotized, unable to pull 
his hungry gaze away for even a second. 

Why shouldn't I do this? It's better than having him paw me, or maybe rip my 
dress... There's no doubt about what's expected of me, so I may as well make 
it easier on myself... 

Harvey couldn't believe his eyes-he was sure it had to be a dream. But he 
only hoped he would stay asleep long enough to finish it. For he had 
something special in mind, some-thing he'd been looking forward to for 
years. Not the sort of thing girls were willing to do back in Montana-at 
least not the girls he'd known. 

Anne watched, expressionless, as he fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, 
then finally got it off; followed by his undershirt, then his pants. He 
balanced precariously on one leg, trying futilely to get his foot out of his 
pants cuff. Only after bracing himself on the back of a chair was he able to 
manage it. His stubby cock protruded slightly from the gaping opening in his 
undershorts; it couldn't have been more than two inches long, and it hung 
there foolishly, like a wrinkled growth of sagging flesh. 

Anne nearly laughed from nervous tension when she caught a glimpse of his 
penis, or lack of it. But again she knew it would be a mistake to make him 
mad. 

He rubbed it gently between his thumb and forefingers, stretching it out 
into the open, as if maybe that would make it grow longer. And then 
suddenly, as if awakened from a long sleep, it began to come to life. Slowly 
it swelled, not in quick, virile jerks like a younger man's might have, but 
in a sluggish, steady swell, until it reached its full length-not 
particularly long, but almost as big around as from base to tip. Anne stared 
at his hairy loins in dumb-founded amazement, she'd seen it but she didn't 
believe it. His cock was like a short, squat stump! 

But Harvey only grinned like a fox; he knew what she was thinking. That his 
cock couldn't be much of a threat, that his stubby little shaft couldn't 
hope to satisfy any woman. But he laughed to himself, thinking of where his 
throbbing prick would be in a few quick minutes. He knew only too well that 
it had a lot of growing to do yet; that it might not be the biggest around, 
by any means, but it had a long way to go yet. 

Slowly, it continued to harden, throbbing painfully as the uncircumcised 
shaft grew longer and longer as he stepped out of his shorts and sat down on 
the edge of the bed. 

Oh honey, have I got a surprise for you! 

"Down on the floor, baby! Old Man Harvey wants a good blow job... and you're 
elected." 

Anne chilled at the thought of that hideous shaft in her mouth, his lewd 
seething semen squirting into her throat. 

"No, please. Let's just do it the normal way." she said hopefully, backing 
cautiously away from the naked man. But he was quicker than she would have 
guessed-one fast snap and her arm was tightly in his strong grip. He pulled 
her roughly to her knees, kneeling at his feet. 

"I said I want a blow job... and I mean just that." 

The excitement was almost too much for him to bear, watching the unwilling 
young girl, cringing before him like a frightened slave-a captive Venus, and 
she was all his. 

He pulled her toward his naked crotch, just inches from the bulbous tip of 
his hard cock as he pulled back the taut foreskin and shoved the throbbing 
head toward her trembling lips. 

"No... please... no, you can't... Her cries had become frightened pleas. But 
Harvey had come too far to be turned away now. His prick felt as if it would 
explode at any second, and he wasn't about to give up. He grabbed a handful 
of her soft, thick hair and yanked her viciously forward, shoving his 
stiffened penis against her tightly-clamped lips. Her face twisted 
grotesquely from the pain, but she wouldn't cry out. 

"Well, what're you waiting for?" 

But Anne stubbornly refused, shaking her head as she tried to pull away. 

"Aaaaaagh... you're hurting me!" she gasped. And that was the chance he'd 
been waiting for; he shoved his cock forward, cramming it between her open 
lips as she cried out in pain. 

"And if you bite it, I'll yank every bit of your hair out by the roots!" he 
threatened, shoving his prick a little further into the warm, wet shelter of 
her mouth. 

She was beaten, and she knew it. There was no point in fighting him any 
longer. Her only choice was to get it done as quickly as possible; 
struggling would only bring more pain, more degradation and debasement. 

Anne closed her lips over the fleshy cudgel, trying, as she had with the 
black, not to touch it with her tongue. "What kind of blow job is that?" he 
shouted. "You'd better improve in a hurry, or I'm gonna' ram my dick all the 
way down your throat!" He stabbed at the back of her mouth, and Anne knew he 
meant what he said. 

Man, oh man, thought Harvey. I wish I had a movie camera so I could get this 
on film. Jesus, would you look at that hot young body! 

His testicles expanded and puffed up like tennis balls as he watched her 
delicious little head, rocking back and forth on the end of his cock. He 
could see right down her smooth, un-blemished chest-her twin, juicy mounds 
of ripe softness bobbing as she moved. He reached down her bare back and 
unfastened her bra, slipping the straps over her shoulders. This time she 
offered no argument. Her bra fell down her arms to the floor, and her 
luscious, full breasts fell free, swaying from side to side as she sucked 
obediently on his throbbing prick, choking every time he shoved the bulbous 
tip against the back of her tender sensitive throat. 

Her soft, ripe tits bumped against each other as she swayed forward and 
back, one delicious, bulging mound on either side of his stiff cock as he 
looked down in disbelief, still unable to believe this could be happening to 
him. 

He grabbed her bobbing head firmly between his two hands, holding her 
tightly, but not painfully this time, as he guided his prick smoothly 
between her taut, moist lips and down into her straining tonsils. Her tongue 
gave him chills all over, starting right at the base of his aching penis and 
running up his back-bone until they spread throughout his body. 

"Now you're getting it right," he sighed. "Keep it up." 

He started pumping it in a little further, shoving his loins forward harder 
with every deep thrust that sank deliciously into the warm, wet confines of 
her throat. 

Anne knew she had to keep her throat relaxed, and not to tighten up, or it 
would only be worse on her. His stiff, moist penis slipped easily over the 
roughness of her tongue and into the delicate opening of her throat, and 
down into the relaxed passage, filling her whole mouth with its enormous, 
fleshy bulk. 

He pulled it back each time right to her ovaled lips, stretched tightly 
around the circumference of his hardened cock, leaving only the throbbing 
head still in her warm mouth, then he would lunge forward, shoving the 
stiffened shaft far down into her throat, bending as it rammed the back of 
her gullet. 

It was painful when it bent-but deliciously so, and Harvey buried his thick 
penis in her moist throat again and again, making her choke and swallow 
every time it slithered in up to its hairy base; his pelvis shoved flat 
against her face. 

When she swallowed, the muscles of her throat caressed and massaged his 
pulsing prick like a hundred tiny fingers, and he could feel the scalding 
pressure building in his swollen balls. And even now there was an oozing 
drop of semen seeping from the bulb-like head, and Anne could taste its 
peculiar flavor on her tongue as it swirled around his thick, hard cock. 

It was so agonizingly perfect he could hardly bear it. The surging flood in 
his loins was bursting to get out, and he knew he could contain it only a 
few minutes longer. 

He pulled his thick shaft from her mouth, holding it just at her wet, 
lipstick -rimmed lips, rubbing against the softness of her tongue, an-other 
tiny drop of semen seeping from the swollen tip. 

He savored the agonizing delicacy of her probing tongue exploring the 
throbbing tip of his aching penis, poking at the tiny opening, sending 
shivers of delight throughout his body. But in a moment, he could stand it 
no longer, and his thick, bulky shaft slid again between her moist, warm 
lips and into her narrow throat, her cheeks hollowing to accommodate him as 
his hairy loins ground wetly against her face, brushing her nose and chin 
with his damp pubic hair. 

"You don't quit 'til I say so, you understand me?" 

Ann tried to answer, but his hard, fleshy shaft filled her throat, and it 
was nearly impossible just to breathe. He was pumping faster and faster into 
her mouth, ramming his stiff dick into her warm, wet lips with long, hard 
thrusts that bored down her ravaged throat passage, choking and gagging her 
with every downward lunge. 

And she knew it would only be a few more seconds-the first weak spurts of 
seminal fluid were trickling from the throbbing head of his aching cock, 
signaling the hot, sticky flood that she knew would be right behind. 

Just a few more deep thrusts and it would all be over-his balls would empty 
in an obscene flood down her tender throat passage-and there was absolutely 
nothing she could do to stop it... nothing. 

Harvey slowed his deep, savage thrusts-still just as deep in her soft oral 
passage, but slower, so he could make it last as long as possible. The sheer 
ecstasy of his burning load spurting from his achingly hard cock into her 
mouth was something he wanted to long remember. He wanted her to gulp down 
every drop of his load-to suck his thick cock until nothing remained in his 
balls. He leaned his head back, waiting... waiting... 

It's coming... It's coming! 

The burning liquid flooded out of his swollen balls and along the length of 
his hard shaft like lava from a volcano, and exploded against the back of 
her throat as he gave one last lunge. 

"Suck it! Suck it hard, baby!" 

And then, the warm, viscous liquid was like food to a starving animal, and 
Anne, her body betraying her, gulped it down greedily in big, gasping 
swallows. Her fingers squeezed his emptying balls, summoning every precious 
drop from his loins, his wet, fleshy cock shoved as far as it would go down 
her hungry throat. 

She couldn't control herself-it was that un-diluted savage lust that hides 
deep in each of us. With every gulping mouthful, she hated herself more and 
more, but there was no turning back. She wanted every warm ounce of his 
sperm, and she sucked voraciously until there was nothing left, until his 
leathery balls emptied every last spurt deep down into her quivering young 
belly. 

And then it was over for the moment. 

Oh my God, what have I done!" raced helplessly through her desire confused 
mind, "What kind of a despicable animal have I become! 

She let the rubbery head slip wetly from her mouth, leaving behind a tiny 
trail of semen that she wiped from her lips. She gasped to regain her 
breath. 

"I'd like to go home now, if that's all right with you," she said softly, 
her head still lowered to the floor. 

Harvey said nothing, a big, satisfied grin spread across his face as he lay 
heaving, naked, on the still-made bed. Anne picked up her clothes and 
dressed hurriedly, not taking the time to even fix her make-up. 

He still hadn't spoken when she quietly closed the door behind her. 

CHAPTER SIX 

Bob Hartley tossed the empty scotch bottle into the garbage, where it 
shattered in a million pieces. 

Damn it, where is she... I've tried that number she gave me four times, and 
there's still no answer. What kind of a stupid jerk does she take me for... 

He pawed through the kitchen cupboard, searching vainly for another bottle. 

"Secretarial work"... my ass! She's out with another man! It's got to be 
that... sure, it all makes sense now-the new clothes, quitting her job. Even 
explains why she's been so different in bed lately-almost like she didn't 
want me to screw her. That's it! Another man... 

Well, to hell with her... I'll show her... Bob's not gonna' sit around her 
playing solitaire while she's out balling her boyfriend... No sir, two can 
play at this game. She's not the only one who'd like a little on the side... 

Bob plugged in the electric coffeemaker; he knew this called for a clear 
head. He dumped everything in his wallet on the kitchen table-business 
cards, photographs, unpaid bills, ser-vise station invoices. 

Now where is that number... I know I didn't throw it away... It's here 
somewhere. 

He'd ran into Shirley Guilford the second day back from Vietnam. She'd quit 
her old job at the campus cafeteria, and was working at Pancake City, where 
he'd gone in for a late-night cup of coffee. Shirley wasn't the most 
beautiful girl he'd ever known, but she had to be one of the friendliest. 
You'd have thought they were long lost lovers when she spotted him sitting 
all alone in a back booth. Even got another girl to watch her station while 
she came over and talked about old times. 

He hadn't really given much thought to going out with Shirley again that 
night, but now things were different. She'd given him her new telephone 
number, along with the none-too-subtle news that she and her husband had 
broken up-and she was all alone in that big, empty apartment. 

Damn it, I know it's here somewhere... it's got to be! I can't get it from 
the operator-I don't even know her married name... 

And then he spotted it-scribbled on the back of his insurance agent's 
business card... Shirley 673-9985. 

Bob finished his coffee before he made up his mind for sure. It wasn't 
easy-he'd never cheated on Anne before. Well, not if you don't count those 
hustlers in Saigon. And that's hardly the same thing as running around on 
your husband and rubbing it in his face. 

He wondered what it would be like to go to bed with Shirley again... if 
she'd changed much in the last three years. She looked like she'd lost some 
weight-around the waist at least. Those tits were still the same ol' 
Shirley... that part of her would never change. 

He remembered the first night he'd dated her-they were in bed, fucking and 
sweating like a couple of wrestlers, before ten o'clock. One thing about 
Shirley, she didn't waste any time... 

Bob started to dial, then put the receiver back in its cradle. 

What if I'm wrong about Anne?... what if she really is doing some 
secretarial work for that real estate office? But he added it all up again, 
and there wasn't any other explanation. How else could she have quit her job 
while he was still in Vietnam, and yet have added so many new dresses to her 
wardrobe? Somebody had to pay for all those things... and she certainly 
couldn't have done it on Army pay. 

Newly-convinced, he dialed the number again; this time all the way through. 
It seemed like hours before anyone answered. 

What if she's gone back with her husband... He might even answer instead of 
Shirley. Or even worse, maybe some other guy... 

"Hello." 

"Uh, is this Shirley?" Bob was having second thoughts again, and he thought 
of just hanging up before she had time to recognize his voice. 

"Bob! How are you! What're you doing calling this time of night?" she asked. 

Bob glanced at his watch-ten forty-five. 

"Uh... well, I was just sitting here by my-self and it seemed like a good 
idea. I hope I didn't get you out of bed or something." 

"Bed or something... I like that," she laughed. "And just what does 'or 
something' mean?" 

"Well, you know... you might have had company," stammered Bob. 

"Nope. Nobody but me. And there's absolutely nothing worth watching on TV. 
Where's your wife? Oh should I ask?" 

"Anne's visiting a girlfriend," he lied. "I don't expect her 'til really 
late. I was sort of wondering if... uh, if I could maybe come over. Anne 
left me the car, and I could be over there in practically no time." 

There was a long, agonizing silence on the other end, as if she was making 
up her mind. 

"I'll put on some coffee. Do you have the right address... 1568 St. James 
Court?" 

"Got it... I'll see you in about fifteen minutes," answered Bob, with a sigh 
of relief. 

"Make it ten." 

* * * 

It was a lot nicer inside than he'd expected-Shirley's husband must have 
made a lot of money. There were at least two bedrooms-he could see that 
many-and the whole place looked like a showroom for Scandinavian designs-two 
matching black leather sofas made from sculpted rosewood, lots of heavy 
glass and chrome, and an enormous dining room table that could have seated 
eight or ten people easily. "I didn't do too bad, huh?" asked Shirley. She 
was holding her robe together with one hand, the belt hanging by her side 
through one of the knotted loops. "Jimmy left me all the furniture and the 
apartment, but no money. Truth is, he didn't have any left after he bought 
all this. Jimmy was a real nut-you know, hung up on prestige and all that. 
As if anybody I know really cared. Look at that dining table-I could feed 
half the neighborhood on it; but I'd look sort of silly serving 'em 
hamburgers and baked beans." 

"Where is he now... Jimmy, I mean," asked Bob probingly. 

"I don't know for sure. But I don't think he'll be around, if that's what 
you're worried about. He shipped out of San Francisco about a month ago... 
headed for Tokyo or Australia, or something like that. He won't be back, 
though, we've had it for good this time. Never was much of a marriage 
anyway. He was only half a man... you know what I mean?" 

Bob felt his face redden, and he turned away, trying not to show it. "He 
must have made right much money when he was here, even to have bought all 
this furniture. What kind of work did he do before he signed on that ship?" 
There wasn't any reply, and when Bob turned back around, he knew exactly 
why. 

Shirley had let her robe fall open, her hands by her sides. The garment fell 
loosely from her shoulders, and draped over her bulging breasts, leaving her 
exposed in a foot-wide swath down her middle. He wasn't really surprised 
that she was wearing nothing underneath. 

He just stared at her at first, taking in every inch of her nakedness as she 
spread the two sides of the robe even further, and let it slip from her 
shoulders, along her arms, and fall in a pile around her ankles. She didn't 
take her eyes from his for a second, the corners of her mouth showing the 
slight beginnings of a grin. 

"You like it?" she asked, her voice husky with the obvious excitement of 
being naked in front of a man. "You told me one time I had the most gorgeous 
boobs you'd ever seen. How about it now?" 

She placed her opened palms under her incredibly full breasts, and lifted 
them so the hardened nipples pointed directly at him, twin jutting peaks 
that throbbed with the desire to be caressed. His cock stiffened like a lead 
pipe inside his pants, and pushed up the fabric in a bulging mound that 
stretched along the inside of his thigh. He wanted her like he'd never 
wanted anything in his life! His aching prick throbbed like his heart had 
dropped to his loins. 

She lowered her eyes to his tell-tale bulge. 

"Don't keep it all cooped up. Take it out where I can see it. It's been a 
long time, and we need to make friends again." She walked to him, her 
breasts pressed in two soft, delicious mounds against his chest; as she 
slipped her hand inside his pants with the deft touch of experience. He felt 
shivers of delight race up his spine as her fingers wrapped gently around 
his hard, throbbing penis, moving up and down its stiff, fleshy length in a 
slow, deliberate pumping motion. 

She lowered his zipper, and unfastened the button that kept his pants in 
place, pushing them over his legs until they fell to the floor. She sat back 
on the sofa, opening her legs wide so her crotch was fully in his view, her 
hungry, quivering cunt opening and closing like a soft, pink baby's mouth, 
beckoning him on. 

She ran her hands along the smoothness of her naked thighs, parting the 
soft, sparse pubic hair around the moist, fleshy cunt lips with the tips of 
her fingers; and he could see all of her delicious pleasures, her eager, 
gaping pussy opened so wide he could see the soft, wet walls inside, opening 
and closing as she squirmed seductively on the black leather couch. Her 
huge, soft breasts stood like twin mountain peaks, capped with the 
blushing-pinkness of her hard, throbbing nipples. 

"Fuck me... please fuck me, Bob," she suddenly asked, her breasts heaving as 
she began to breathe faster and faster. "Fuck me now... " She opened and 
closed her naked thighs invitingly, teasing him with the view of her 
delicious, moist slit opened wide, eagerly awaiting his hardened cock, 
waiting impatiently for his shaft to burrow bluntly between the wet, fleshy 
walls of her hungry pussy. 

Suddenly his mind focused on something he couldn't push aside-he tried not 
to think about it but it seemed the harder he tried to shove it to the back 
of his brain, the more intense it became. 

He couldn't escape the gnawing awareness that this could be Anne writhing 
hungrily... grinding her naked hips tantalizingly toward her lover. That 
maybe somewhere at this very moment-maybe even nearby-his own Anne could be 
locked tightly around the nakedness of another man... It bored into his mind 
like a hot poker; he could feel his stomach knot-up at the very thought, a 
sick welling filling his belly. And what was he like, this lover of hers? He 
tried not to think it, but it wouldn't leave him alone... His mind's eye 
flashed on the fleeting picture his own conjecturing thoughts pieced 
together-on the images of his wife lost in the throes of ecstasy with 
another man's cock rammed to the hilt in her naked belly. He could almost 
see it-her lover pounding away frantically between her widespread legs at 
her eager, receptive pussy, his long, hard cock slithering wetly from the 
clutching grip of her moist, warm slit... her soft sparse pubic hair grazing 
teasingly around it... 

Shirley looked puzzled, her legs still spread in unmistakable invitation, 
obviously wondering why he was hesitating. Her body was some-thing men never 
seemed to have enough of-yet this one plainly was having second thoughts. 

His eyes searched her writhing, naked body-but he could only see another 
tempting young woman, squirming under the satisfying ravishment of her 
tender young vagina as another man emptied his lewd, seething sperm in her 
raging hot belly. 

The sickening knotting in his own belly turned rapidly to unrelenting 
hatred... hatred that had to be freed... that had to be purged from his 
body. 

"Get on your knees," he ordered without an-other second's hesitation. For 
suddenly he wanted to hurt her... to make her plead for mercy... to make her 
beg. His loins ached with the kind of revenge he could only indulge one way. 

Her eyes showed she didn't understand, but she complied obediently, rolling 
over and shoving her naked, moist loins directly up at him, her hips still 
writhing sensuously in anticipation. 

He peeled off his shorts and positioned himself behind her squirming 
buttocks, his long, hard cock finding its own way up between her thighs. She 
jumped involuntarily as his prick made its first electric contact with the 
sensitive, soft folds around her moist, beckoning cuntal slit. 

Bob held his prick securely with one hand, and teasingly worked it up and 
down between the warm, pink folds of her pussy, brushing aside the soft, 
wispy pubic hairs with the swollen, bulbous head of his burning penis. 

"Whatever you want, lover," she purred. "Dog-style is all right with me." 

In that instant he saw her clearly as what she was-a disgusting, insatiable 
animal, nothing more than a receptacle for his seething hot load. He knew 
she meant it-anything he wanted to do to her would be okay. She was his to 
use and abuse-and he was filled with a gnawing monster that had him securely 
in its grip... And this squirming greedy crotch right at his feet was the 
only escape... Every savage, plundering lunge into her writhing ass would 
free him a little more from the searing pangs of jealousy that burned at his 
brain. 

Shirley closed her eyes, expectantly, already wallowing in the deliciousness 
that was sure to be on its way-that delectable hardness that would ease her 
aching tensions like nothing else could. But even she wasn't prepared for 
what happened next. 

Bob grinned evilly and slipped his cock along the moist crevice of her 
pussy, over the tiny, sensitive band of flesh that separated her ravenous 
cunt from the tight, puckered opening of her anus. She jerked away as his 
cock prodded the tautly clenched little hole, but he grabbed her with both 
hands around her hips and pulled her back, his prick rammed tightly against 
the puckered opening. 

She tried desperately to clench the soft defenseless cheeks of her buttocks 
together, but his thumbs pried them apart. They were so painfully spread 
from each other, she could feel the cool air rushing into the tight little 
hole between her legs. 

"No, please... Not there Bob! It'll hurt too much... Please, not there!" She 
struggled to wiggle away from his probing shaft, but he caught her again, 
and pulled her back roughly. 

Man, that's going to be so tight! I'd better open her up a little... 

She felt the tip of his finger prodding at the entrance of her naked rectum 
and she clenched the taut little mouth in a futile effort to stop the 
painful penetration she knew was next. He probed for a few seconds on the 
outer flanges of the small, elastic circle and then rammed his stiffened 
finger to the knuckle in her ass-hole. Sharp jolts of pain coursed through 
her back-side, but the pain wasn't quite as bad as she had expected. Once 
his finger was inside, she relaxed slightly until she felt another finger 
join the first, cruelly spreading the tight bands of muscle as he rammed a 
second finger into her virginal hole. The pain was intense this time, and 
she jerked away from him; but he rewarded her with an agonizing, deeper 
probe as his two fingers sank a little further in the tightness of her 
rectum. 

"Oh, please don't, Bob... You're hurting me!" Suddenly she was 
frightened-really frightened, when the full awareness of what he was going 
to do struck home. She'd never had it there before... with all the lovers 
she had known, never had a man fucked her there. She remembered that one 
time some guy had tried it, but he stopped when the pain became so 
excruciating that tears ran down her cheeks; but she could tell Bob meant 
it-for suddenly he was a different person, not the kind, lovable teddy-bear 
of a boy she had once known. She began to wonder if this would hurt 
her-really hurt her; like split her apart. She cringed her damp crotch away 
from him, but again he held her securely, his fingers burrowing painfully 
into her back passage, stretching it unmercifully as he wormed his stiffened 
fingers in the incredibly tight, narrow hole, preparing her for something 
bigger-something harder and longer. 

Without a word of warning, he jerked his fingers from the elastic grip of 
her tiny anus, making a barely audible sucking noise as they slipped from 
its tight, clasping grip. 

"Raise it up higher," he commanded cruelly, as she had never heard him 
before. "Get your pretty ass up here where I can get to it." 

His hand pressed firmly on the small of her back, raising her buttocks even 
higher, waving in vulnerable helplessness as if in invitation to the cruel 
ravishment he was preparing to subject her to. Her breasts were pressed 
tightly against the leather of the sofa, crushing them beneath her naked 
body as she trembled in dread of what he was about to begin. He pushed her 
legs even wider apart, his own hairy legs brushing against the insides of 
her smooth thighs, Her bare, soft ass was totally his-wholly at his mercy. 

His hands gripped her hipbones and held her firmly in place, steadying her 
against the squirming he knew would begin when his long, hard cock rammed 
painfully into her moist naked split. She gasped aloud as he made blunt 
contact with the tight opening; she knew it would kill her-rip her open like 
a ripe melon! She could never take that this way! She jerked forward with 
renewed energy, but it was useless to attempt to escape this ravishment. She 
could feel his hairy loins brushing against the sensitive flesh of her 
buttocks as his thick cock probed hard into her upturned ass. He gripped the 
soft, fleshy cheeks of her buttocks and spread them wide, opening up to full 
view the puckering little hole of her rectum. Then, she felt a hard, rubbery 
probing between his tightly-gripping hands that grew even harder as it 
rubbed against the taut, elastic bands of her asshole. 

"Oh, no, not this way... Please, noooooo-ooo... " 

The searing pain shot through her entire body as the tight resisting nether 
ring gave way before his insistent probing, the swollen tip of his prick 
slipping inside with a loud popping sound. 

Damn, she's tight... It's 'gonna squeeze my cock off! 

She screamed in pain, but there was no one to answer her mournful cries. 
There could be no way out of this unexpectedly depraved attack on her 
helpless body. A long, low tortured moan poured from her lips as his long, 
rigid cock pushed its way between the widely-stretched walls of her anus in 
waves of searing pain. She heard him grunt as he strained to shove the hard 
shaft into the soft, tight hole. It was as though a giant tree-trunk were 
being rammed up her ass. 

He gasped loudly as his loins smacked against the upturned softness of her 
buttocks, his long, stiff prick buried to its brushy hilt in her belly. 

She felt like a squealing, suckling pig impaled on a spit, hung over a 
roaring flame, and she groaned in anguish. Her intestines felt as though 
they would empty in a loud, bursting explosion, but his thick cock blocked 
her ravaged passage like a wooden dowel. 

She'd been the rounds many a time, but never had she felt so debased-so 
completely debauched and used. He positioned himself better behind her 
trembling buttocks and levered his aching cock with long, deep strokes into 
her grasping hole. It pulled small, pink ridges of her bruised flesh out 
with the base of his cock as he withdrew for another sadistic plunge. The 
soft fleshy passage gripped him like a warm velvet glove. She tried to raise 
her body, but his hand on the small of her back shoved her roughly back into 
place. She was hopelessly held in this slave-like kneeling position, quaking 
before her master as he punished her with his steel-hard rod. 

Again he thought of Anne-of how she might be in this same lewd position at 
this very moment, and his cock rammed into the helplessly kneeling girl's 
rectum with unrelenting, vengeful fury. For this was no longer Shirley... it 
was Anne, trembling helplessly as he wrought the awesome punishment she so 
unquestionably deserved. 

Her body quivered and jerked and her perspiration-soaked thighs convulsed as 
his extra deep thrust speared its way into her tortured asshole. She could 
hear him grunting like a stud bull, and she suddenly hated him for it. Not 
so much for what he was doing, exactly-but rather, that he was using her 
body like a plaything, solely for his own enjoyment, with-out regard for the 
pain and humiliation she was suffering at his will. She contracted her anal 
muscles, hoping that the change in muscle tone might ease the awful pain, 
but it only increased the rhythm of his deep, plundering thrusts. 

She shivered convulsively as his hands slipped undetected beneath her 
kneeling form, sliding gently along the smooth flat plane of her belly. He 
leaned forward, buried to the base in her clasping tunnel, and grabbed the 
soft, yielding flesh of her breasts dangling beneath her as she knelt 
impaled on his searing shaft. He gripped the hardened nipples between his 
fingers, and squeezed them firmly as they began to throb in rhythm with his 
deep, agonizing thrusts. 

"Ummmmmmmmmmmm," she moaned, surrendering and moving backward to meet the 
forward thrusts of his hard prick, grinding her wet, naked buttocks in tiny 
rotating circles, clutching his long spear with a throb of her tight, 
clasping rectum. Bob looked down at her lewdly trembling buttocks, 
undulating slowly, hopelessly impaled on his long, stiff cock. 

He surged into her belly with renewed strength, now that she was totally 
his. She was his slave, kneeling before him, completely prepared to follow 
his every wish and command. He knew he could give it to her now like she'd 
never known it before-and she'd beg him for more. She was rapidly going out 
of her mind with abandoned lust, her back hollowed as she skewered herself 
lewdly on his fleshy shaft, her buttocks pumping up and down on the long rod 
in ever-quickening rhythm. 

Her face was flushed from the superhuman intensity of her effort as she 
squirmed to get every millimeter of his long cock buried in the soft 
moistness of her tender passage. She bucked and tossed in time with his 
relentless thrusts, sensing that he was near the end, squeezing even tighter 
the stretched muscles of her rear passage as he sawed into her puckered 
asshole, his balls about to burst their hot, sticky load into her insides. 

He met her new efforts with even harder, deeper plunges, battering her 
quivering buttocks with his loins as he buried his swollen prick far inside 
her soft, pink asshole. He gripped her upper thighs tightly, ramming her 
back on his skewering pole with all his strength, his moist shaft slithering 
wetly into her enormously stretched anus. His eyes were wide with animal 
fury at the incredible spectacle of this luscious young body writhing 
wildly, impaled on his glistening shaft, bucking before him like a tortured 
savage and the sadistic desire to inflict pain coursed through his sweating 
body as he rammed forward with a powerful thrust that seared up her ravaged 
ass like fire. 

"Oh, God... Aaaaaaaggggggghhhhhhh!" He pounded his spear into her again. 
"Aaaaaaaagggghhhh!" 

She was now pumping back and forth on his lust-hardened penis at a frantic 
pace, as his cock began to throb harder, inside her body, swelling so large 
she knew it would burst her apart. It was killing her, but she wanted more. 

"Please... shoot it in me! Shoot it all in me! I can't stand any more... 
Please, have mercy!" She ground her buttocks back against him wildly, 
clasping his bucking penis tightly to bring on his orgasm. 

He gave one last, grasping groan and shuddered his thick, hot sperm in wave 
after wave into the furthest depths of her belly with a mighty, final thrust 
that seemed to go all the way through her. She pressed tightly back against 
his hairy pelvis as he emptied his sticky, warm load deep inside her anal 
passage, filling her soft, fleshy rectum to overflowing with seething 
wetness. She heard him gasping for breath as his penis slipped from the 
confines of her still clutching bowels with a wet sucking sound, and he 
collapsed, exhausted on the floor beside the sofa, his arms spread limply on 
either side of his sweat-soaked body. 

"I... I'm sorry, Shirley," he said after he caught his breath. MI don't know 
what came over me... I'm really sorry... I... " 

"Don't be," smiled Shirley, "I understand." She rolled over on her side and 
gave his emptied balls an affectionate squeeze. "You don't owe me any 
explanation. You just had something in your system that needed to come 
out... And now you've done it." 

Bob reached up and stroked her bare breast fondly as she lay nude on the 
leather sofa. "You're really fantastic, you know that? I mean, how many 
girls could be so understanding?" 

"Now don't tell me your wife doesn't under-stand you. That line's about had 
it's day." 

Bob climbed slowly to his knees and lowered his lips to the soft, pliable 
mound of her breast, delicately nibbling her still-hardened nipple between 
his teeth. She shivered from head to foot as his tongue teasingly prodded 
the rigid, pink bud. 

Her plundered rectum still pulsed with the pain of his frantic ravishment, 
but her belly glowed with the hot flames of unsatisfied desire, unquelled by 
the unnatural violation of her rear passage. 

"You've had your fun," she murmured. "Now how about doing it my way a 
while." 

Without a word he climbed onto the sofa and pushed her legs back against the 
opposite arm, turning her wet, hungry cunt up in an inviting banquet before 
him. 

She sighed a low, doleful moan as his smooth rubbery cock-half-hardened and 
still sticky with his seminal fluid-slipped easily between the soft, pink 
flanges of her eager pussy, clutching his swelling shaft and sucking it 
fervidly into the ravenous depths of her moist, warm tunnel. 

"Oh, yes, lover... that's it... that's it! Fuck me... fuck me hard and 
forget every-thing!" 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

"It doesn't really matter what your plan is, Pat. If I don't come up with 
some way out of this soon, I won't have any marriage left to save." 

Pat Desmond toyed with her coffee spoon, wondering if she should tell Anne 
what she had come up with since their last meeting. She'd told Anne then 
that there might be a quick and easy solution, but that she'd have to have 
out-side help. Somebody who could get that tape recording away from Alice 
Horne before she became suspicious and hid it in a new spot. 

"Well, you know what I told you last time we had lunch here, right? About 
those friends of mine who might be able to help?" Anne nodded her head. 
"Well, I talked to them last night, and everything's all set. There's just 
one little problem in the way." 

"And what's that?" asked Anne. 

This was the part she'd been dreading. "Money... Five hundred dollars, to be 
exact?" 

"Five hundred dollars!" Shrieked Anne, loudly enough for half the noon-time 
customers in the tiny pastry shop to turn and stare. "Where would I get that 
kind of money?" she asked, lowering her voice to a whimper. "It might as 
well be five hundred thousand. Bob's hardly making enough to get by on, and 
you know what I'm getting from Alice Horne. It would take weeks and weeks to 
save up enough, even if she assigned me a 'date' every week." 

"Yeah, I know," sighed Pat. "I wish there was someway I could help. But I 
don't have that kind of bread either. What about doubling up, maybe taking 
two or three jobs a week? That way you could rack it up in a couple of 
weeks... three at the most." 

"Oh no, I'd rather die first," answered Anne abruptly. "Maybe you could do 
it that way, but not me. I'm about to go out of my mind with those horrible 
dates I have to take now. And besides, she would get suspicious if I made 
such an about-face at this point. Alice knows how much I hate to take the 
few assignments I get. She'd know something was up if I started asking for 
more... No, It'll have to be some other way." 

"Don't give up yet. We'll find the answer somehow, Anne." 

"I know we will, Pat. And I can't thank you enough for all the help you've 
been; I don't know what I would do if I didn't have someone to talk to. It's 
killing me keeping all this bottled up inside. I feel sometimes like just 
grabbing some stranger on the street and telling him the whole, lurid 
story-just to get it off my chest. And now Bob is acting strange... I don't 
know what's gotten into him." 

Pat waited until the two overdressed matrons passed by with their trays 
loaded down with fattening pastries. "Do you think he knows what's going 
on?" she asked softly. 

Anne shook her head. "I wish that were it. At least that way I wouldn't have 
to tell him myself. I don't know what's happening to him, Pat. He came in 
last night even later than I did. And when I left, he said he'd been home 
all night. I couldn't very well ask him about it, since it was nearly one 
when I finally made it back. Carol let me use her car, and she drove me home 
after I... uh, finished at the hotel. It's really bugging me... He's never 
done any-thing like that before. And he left for class this morning without 
even waking me up. That's the first time ever." 

"I don't know, Anne. Men are so damn strange sometimes. It could be just 
about any-thing. Did you say anything to make him mad?" 

"Not a word. Everything was fine when I left on the assignment. Whatever it 
was, it happened after I left." 

Pat looked to be deep in thought. "You don't suppose Mrs. Horne could have 
anything to do with it... I mean, what if she said something to your 
husband?" 

"Why would she?" Anne asked. "She's got nothing to gain by doing that. If 
she let's the truth out, she's got no hold over me, and she couldn't get 
anything else out of me that way. No, whatever set him off came from 
outside... I just wish I knew what." 

"How about that man you had the date with? Did he take you anywhere? Maybe 
somebody told Bob they saw you out with another man. That happens, you 
know... we had this cute redhead, Cheryl something-or-other; that happened 
to her. Her old man spotted her out with some banker from Salt Lake City and 
tore into both of them like a wild man... right down-town, in some 
restaurant." 

"That could be it, I suppose," said Anne. "But I don't think Bob would 
handle it like this. He wouldn't keep it all to himself; he'd confront me 
with it, I'm certain... unless he just suspects something." 

Pat's eyes lighted up at that. "Now you're talking! I'll bet you he knows 
something fishy is going on, but he hasn't got the goods on you yet. That 
would explain why he's acting so strange. You've probably got him tied up in 
knots like Alice has you . . 

"Oh, Pat, I hope not. I just couldn't stand it, knowing I'd done anything to 
hurt him. I just couldn't." 

Pat gulped down the rest of her coffee. "Well, let's not get off on that 
right now. We've got an appointment to keep, remember?" 

"I remember all right," said Anne dejectedly. "But I'm not too crazy about 
the idea. Not that I don't appreciate it, you understand. It's just that I'm 
afraid of getting myself in more trouble than I'm in already." 

"Don't worry about a thing," assured Pat, counting out change for the tip. 
"I told you this guy can help, and I meant it. We can worry about the money 
later. Let's just go see him and see what you think. You'll change your mind 
once you meet this man. He's got enough self-assurance for all of us." 

They sorted their coats from the pile of garments crowding the coat rack, 
and left the tiny restaurant. Pat's car was right in front, and Anne climbed 
in the passenger side. 

"You still haven't told me how this man can help," she said when Pat slammed 
her door shut. "And why it'll cost so much. What is he, some sort of 
gangster or something?" 

Pat laughed. "You've hit the nail right on the head, sweetie." 

"What!" shrieked Anne. "Are you out of your mind? I'm in over my head 
already, and you want me to start dealing with criminals?! And what can he 
do, anyway, have her shot and dumped in the river?" 

But Pat only smiled knowingly. "Just sit tight, Anne. You'll see... you'll 
see." 

* * * 

Bob started his drawing for the fourth time, and again he messed it up. He 
slammed the rumpled sheets into the wastebasket and stalked out of the 
drafting room, three pairs of inquisitive eyes glued to the middle of his 
back. Every-one in the office knew something was bugging him, but no one 
wanted to be the first one to pry. He sulked into his brother's office, and 
closed the door behind him. 

"Could I have the rest of the day off, Jim? I'm costing you more than my 
keep in ruined work." 

James looked up from his pile of sketches. "Yeah, I know; I've been watching 
you. You're like an expectant father-pacing back and forth, wringing your 
hands like the miseries of the world have been visited on your head... What 
is it, Bob? Something's sure eating at you." 

Bob kept his eyes down at the floor. "Nothing's wrong. I just don't feel too 
good," he lied. "Maybe I'm coming down with something." 

"Yeah, like a nervous breakdown if you don't watch out." 

"Please, Jim," he continued, "I'll be all right tomorrow, honest. Okay?" 

Jim pointed to the door. "Take of... but I still wish you'd tell me the 
truth." 

"Thanks, I'll see you tomorrow." He didn't say anything to the rest of the 
staff; just picked up his books and hurried out the rear door, turning up 
his collar against the chill wind. 

The fresh air, and the bright sunlight made everything a little better, but 
he knew this was only temporary. Sooner or later he had to confront Anne 
with what he knew was the truth, and until he did it, this gnawing pain 
would eat at him like a cancer. 

Someway, somehow, he had to spill his guts out before this awful disease ate 
him alive. He turned abruptly and headed back to Jim's office. 

I've got to tell somebody... It might just as well be Jim. 

Everyone stopped their work again as he crossed the drafting section, still 
bundled in his jacket. James didn't look surprised when he came through the 
open doorway. 

"Decided to let me in on it, huh?" he asked nonchalantly. "Sit down and 
let's have a cup of coffee first." 

Bob poured out everything he knew-about the new clothes, the money she 
always seemed to have, though she could never explain why; the late night 
"classes" that didn't exist; even about his jaded rendezvous with Shirley, 
and how he'd physically hurt a woman for the first time in his life-really 
hurt her, and enjoyed every second of it. 

James sat there looking at him for a long time after he finished, rolling 
his drafting pen between his palms as he tried hard to take in everything 
Bob revealed. 

"I think I've got just the solution," he said finally. "Not the real 
solution, but something that'll help right now anyway." 

Bob looked skeptical. "If you're going to tell me to go buy a bottle, I've 
already tried that way out. And it didn't work." 

"No, nothing all that dramatic," continued James, "But at least it'll get 
you away from all this for a few days, and give you time to think things out 
clearly. Knock some of the cob-webs out of your head. 

"You mean go away?" Bob asked. "How could I ever explain that to Anne. I 
might as well tell her everything." 

"You won't have to tell her a thing. Just leave that to me. You go home 
right now, get a change of clothes-something you won't mind getting 
dirty-and be back down here in a half hour. You're going to Eagle Rock Lake 
with the survey boys; they can always use an extra pair of strong arms. You 
can clear brush or something. Whatever you do, it'll be good for you. I'll 
call Anne and tell her I sent you... that you didn't have a chance to call 
before you left. You can call her later yourself if you want to. I'll leave 
that up to you." 

Bob thought it over. "I guess it'll work... She said she'd be out all 
afternoon with some girlfriend of hers, so I suppose I could do it, but... " 

"No buts... Just listen to your wise, old brother for once. Now get going, 
before it's too late. I'll call the garage and catch Jeff before he leaves. 
You just be back here on time so they can pick you up." 

Bob rose to leave. "I... I don't know how to thank you for this, Jim. I... " 

"And no long thank-yous, either," interrupted Jim, "Just get going before I 
change my mind." 

* * * 

The house Pat pulled to a stop in front of was hardly the sort of place Anne 
would ever have entered by herself. An ancient two story ruin of a frame 
building, with the street level occupied by a storefront headquarters for 
the Neighborhood Renewal League-some sort of grassroots community planning 
group, Anne remembered from the six o'clock news. There was a second 
entrance on the side of the corner building, and this was the doorway Pat 
took her to. 

The door handle was broken, dangling uselessly from the stripped ratchet, 
but Pat knowingly reached through the long-broken window pane and turned it 
easily from the inside. There was a long, narrow staircase that seemed to go 
straight up, flanked on both sides by damp, peeling wallpaper that smelled 
of years of musty neglect, and illuminated only by the few bold beams of 
sunlight that managed to pierce the wire-screened sunlight one floor above. 

"I don't like this place, Pat," said Anne timidly. "It gives me the creeps. 
Couldn't we see this guy somewhere else?" 

"Nope. This is his office and it's on his terms or not at all," explained 
Pat. 

The dingy stairway reminded Anne vividly of the horrible hours she'd spent 
with Carol and those two Negroes, and that was some-thing she'd just as soon 
forget. 

Pat stopped beside an odd-looking door at the head of the stairs; there was 
something peculiar about it but she couldn't put her finger on it yet. 

She pressed an unmarked buzzer beside the door, and a bell signalled that 
the lock was opened. Pat turned the oversized doorknob, and went in. 

It was then, with the heavy door open, that Anne realized what was strange 
about it-it was steel! Nearly three inches thick, and braced with cross 
supports on the inside. She wondered who could possibly need such security, 
except maybe a bank. There was a nicely deco-rated outer office, paneled 
with what appeared to be real wood, and furnished with contemporary office 
furniture, lots of metal and wood. 

No one was seated at the outer desk, but it was obvious that someone had 
been there just moments before: there was a still-smoldering cigarette in 
the ashtray. 

"Wow, what a lay-out!" observed Anne, eyes wide in disbelief. "Who would 
ever have guessed a place like this would be in such an awful building?" 

Pat laughed at her naivete. "That's the whole idea, silly. Not even the 
police know about this place. He keeps it that way." 

"And who is 'he'?" she asked curiously. "Don't you think it's about time I 
knew who Pm going to be seeing? I mean, after all, Pm expected to come up 
with five hundred dollars to give to a man I know nothing about... And for 
that matter, I don't even know what it is Pm supposed to pay for." 

"Just be patient, Anne. You'll know every-thing you need to know in just a 
little while. Pm sure he'll... " 

Just then the inner office door opened, and a gray-haired 
distinguished-looking man stepped out. He wasn't anything like she'd 
expected-with all this clandestine mystery, she'd half expected some seedy 
type, with sunglasses and a thin moustache. But this guy could have been 
practically any businessman off the street-maybe a little classier than most 
in his pale green turtleneck sweater and contrasting maize yellow pants. He 
reminded her somehow of a movie star-one of the old-style types. 

"How are you, Patricia? It's been ages," he greeted them warmly. "And this 
must be your friend Anne. It's a pleasure to meet you, Anne. Patricia's told 
me so much about you." 

"Uh... hello, nice to meet you, too," she replied lamely, wondering just how 
much she did tell him. Her face blushed red at the thought that this 
stranger might know all about that first night with Pat-the night with those 
two men at Frederic's. 

"Won't you come in?" He motioned them through his private office doorway, 
and closed the door behind him. The inner office was even plusher than the 
first, and carpeted with luxuriously thick bright-red carpeting that felt a 
foot deep under Anne's feet. He pulled over an extra chair in front of his 
horseshoe-shaped desk, and waited for them to sit before he seated himself 
across from them, behind a pile of books and papers. 

The windows had all been effectively screened with permanently-affixed 
louvered screens, so that light came in from outside, but there was no way 
to see in. He even had a set of floor-to-ceiling draw drapes that could be 
closed over the screens. Anne could gather no clues from his bookcase-the 
titles she could see were just current fiction, and an occasional magazine. 

He lit up a cigarette. "I just sent Melissa downstairs for some coffee. 
Those people down there have their own coffee grinder, and they make the 
best coffee in town. We help out their cause from time to time, and they 
make us coffee... I guess it's a pretty high price to pay for a cup of 
coffee, but it's worked for two years, so who am I to complain." 

Patricia and Anne laughed politely, both sitting primly like a couple of job 
applicants, their hands folded demurely in their laps. Everyone seemed to be 
waiting for the others to break the ice. 

"Well, there's no sense beating around the bush," he said, "Let's get down 
to business. You want a job done, right Patricia." 

"Not me exactly," she replied. "Actually, it's for Anne. She's the one who 
needs that tape. "And I figured if anyone could get it for her, it would be 
you." 

"And you want this woman... Alice Horne, knocked over, right?" 

Pat nodded, "That's it. Can you handle it?" 

"Can I handle it?" he laughed. "It'll be a snap. How about the money?" He 
looked to Anne for an answer. 

"Uh... well, that's going to be a problem. Besides, I'm not too sure about 
this. I mean, what if something goes wrong? Are you just 'gonna break in 
there and steal it?" 

"Don't worry about the methods. That's my part of the bargain... And the 
risks are mine, too. You've got nothing to do with it after I'm paid. "You 
can get the money can't you?" Anne didn't answer, but glanced toward 
Patricia, hoping she would know what to say. 

"It's as good as got," offered Pat, "And we'll be in touch as soon as we 
rake it together. Okay?" 

He rose from his oversized leather chair. "If you say so, Patricia, I'll buy 
it. You know I wouldn't even talk business with most people without cash in 
advance. But for someone special, I make exceptions." 

Patricia leaned across the desk and kissed him affectionately on the cheek. 
"Take care of yourself. I'll be in touch." 

"Good-bye, sir. It was nice meeting you," said Anne weakly, still completely 
confused about what was going on around her. 

She didn't waste any time demanding an explanation when they were safely out 
of hearing distance. 

"Pat, have you gone nuts!? What's this all about? And where will I get five 
hundred dollars? I'm in a mess now, but it won't help matters if we both go 
to jail." 

"Nobody's going to jail," assured Pat, "And certainly not either of us. He's 
going to take the gamble; all you have to do is pay for it. It's as simple 
as that." 

Anne's face was wrinkled in a disapproving scowl. "Well, it's not all that 
simple. And who is he anyway? You never did tell me his name?" 

"And I don't plan to tell you, either. The less you know, the better off 
you'll be; no sense getting your nose dirty when it isn't necessary. You 
just concentrate on raising that money, and your troubles will be over." 

Anne fumbled in her purse for her sunglasses as they came back into the 
harsh, glaring sun-light. "You're really on the level with all this 
cloak-and-dagger stuff aren't you? I mean, this is for real, right?" 

Patricia stopped dead in her tracks. "You didn't think I staged it all for 
your benefit, did you? Of course, it's all on the level. Honestly, Anne, 
sometimes I wonder how I ever got mixed up with a naive little cuckoo like 
you." 

"I'm sorry, Pat," Anne apologized, "I'm just so mixed up lately I don't know 
what I'm saying half the time. I really appreciate what you've done... I 
really mean it." 

"It's nothing," replied Pat modestly. "You're just too sweet a kid to wind 
up hustling tail on some dirty corner for the rest of you life. And if I can 
help it, you won't have to. Maybe I can make up for all the mistakes I 
made." 

Anne felt her eyes moisten when she realized for the first time just how 
good a friend she had in Pat. "You're unbelievable, you know that... I 
didn't know... " 

"Pat cut her off as she opened her car door. "Oh no you don't. None of that 
hearts and flowers stuff. Just get your seat inside and let's get you home 
before that old man of yours starts asking questions." 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

She was up and out of bed before the sun came up, pacing the house like a 
caged tiger, unable to go back to sleep. These weeks with Bob back at home 
had spoiled her, and now that bed seemed awfully big and empty without him 
there at her side. She'd nearly forgotten what it was like all those months 
when he was in Vietnam; but now it came back to her like a high-voltage 
jolt. She knew now, more than ever, that she had to do anything she could to 
keep him-that she could never hope to live without him. Even the apartment 
seemed empty without him; and she wished he would call. 

It had all seemed rather odd; James had never asked him to go out of town 
overnight before. And this happened so fast, without even enough time for 
Bob to say good-bye. 

She flipped on the television, hoping there might be an early movie or 
something worth watching. Anything to take her mind off the chilling 
loneliness that hung over the gloomy apartment. 

Just then the phone rang, shattering the gloominess like broken glass. Anne 
dashed to answer it on the first ring. 

Maybe it's Bob! Oh, I hope so! Who else would be calling this early? 

"Hello," she answered excitedly. 

"Anne, this is Pat. I'm sorry if I woke you up, but this is important." 

Anne's heart sank to her stomach. "Oh... it's you." 

"Gee, thanks. You really know how to make me feel wanted." 

"Oh, no, Pat. It's nothing like that," explained Anne apologetically. "It's 
just that I thought this might be Bob. I'm already awake... have been for 
hours." 

"Bob? Where's he?" 

Anne explained about the out-of-town trip, and how he left in a hurry, and 
how Bob's brother called to explain it all. 

"Wow, that's just great, Anne. It'll work out perfectly!" 

Anne was puzzled. "What'll work out perfectly? You're talking in riddles 
again, Pat." 

"Listen, if you're already out of bed, how about meeting me somewhere for 
breakfast, and I'll explain it all to you." 

She tried to grasp it all, but things were happening too fast for such an 
early hour. "Hold on a second... Let's start all over again; just what is it 
that's exciting enough to make you call this early in the morning? 

There was an obvious pause on the other end. "Let's just say it's an 
assignment, and let it go at that. I can fill in the details when we have 
breakfast." 

"An assignment! One of Alice's assignments?" 

"Yes, but... " 

"Uh-uh, baby. I've had it with her assignments... at least for now. I'll 
come up with some way out of this, but that's certainly not the way. I swore 
I wouldn't go out on any more dates... not now, not ever. Maybe a convention 
or something, that's not so bad. But no more dates!" 

"Listen, Anne. Who said anything about a date? And what's all this courage 
you've dug up all of a sudden? You know as well as I do that you'll be 
working for Alice Horne the rest of your life, unless you get that tape and 
get her off your back, right? Well, am I right or not?" 

"You're right, I guess. I just like to sound off once in a while. It's good 
therapy... I know it's only a game." 

"Well, no more games. This might be the answer to everything. I'll tell you 
what I know over some coffee... but I can tell you this, there's a lot of 
money in it... maybe enough to fix everything just right. See you at Danny's 
in a half hour." 

* * * 

Thirteen hours and forty-five minutes later, Anne and Pat, in Pat's car, 
were turning off the Fort Myers Expressway, heading for their last turn, on 
Brandon Ridge Road. They nearly missed it in the dark, but Pat was able to 
U-turn on the narrow secondary road, and headed the auto down the rutted, 
gravel road. 

"Are you sure this is the way?" asked Anne, "It looks like a wagon trail or 
something." She glanced around nervously at the looming trees closely lining 
the narrow lane, glowing eerily in the car's headlights as they made their 
way toward Brandon Lake. "I'm scared Pat. This road frightens me. It's so 
desolate and spooky out here. How far down do we have to go." 

Pat held the wheel tightly, jerking it back and forth as she dotted the 
axle-deep potholes that seemed to be getting bigger with every few yards. 
"Not very far, she said. I think I see something up ahead." 

Anne squinted down the roadway at a cluster of lights visible through the 
tall pines. She wasn't sure whether to be glad or worried. "I'm still not 
convinced we should be here. I mean, it's all so secretive. And Alice never 
did explain why there's so much extra money involved... or even how much. 
Are you sure you don't know something you're not telling me?" 

"Nothing... I told you the whole story. We're to meet these two guys here at 
this hunting lodge. All I know is they've got lots of money... more than 
both of us will see in a lifetime. And apparently they've been customers of 
Alice before, so she said there was nothing to worry about. We won't be 
chopped up and put in a trunk, if that's worrying you." 

"I wish it were," said Anne, "That I could handle. But this just sounds 
fishy to me. No-body gives away money without getting some-thing in 
return... and that's what frightens me. Especially stuck way out here in the 
woods." 

"Stop being such a worrier. They're probably a couple of old kooks who'll 
want us to run around in high-heeled leather boots and beat 'em with our 
stockings. Just relax... you'll see when we get there." 

* * * 

There were two cars parked in front already when the girls arrived-both 
late-model Cadillacs. The lodge looked like part of the forest-it had 
obviously been there so long, the vines had practically blended it in 
perfectly with the close line of thick timber that surrounded it on three 
sides. It looked cozy-like a Christmas card view-and the light from inside 
spilled through the shuttered windows in tiny, yellow beams that split the 
darkness of the forest in every direction. Pat put the car in Park, the 
motor still running. 

"This is it. What'ya say-do we get the hell out, or go inside and find out 
what's waiting for us?" 

Anne didn't hesitate this time." Let's go on in... I want to find out about 
the money before I do anything else. If five hundred dollars can solve my 
problems, I'll do anything to get my hands on it." 

The front door opened before they even left the car, and Anne could see a 
roaring fire blazing at the far side of the room. There was an enormous 
game-head mounted over the mantel, with a set of antlers that stretched past 
either side of the hearth. A short, bald-headed man came out onto the 
covered porch, holding a silver tankard in his hand. She couldn't tell much 
more about him because he was outlined in the glow of the fireplace. 

They climbed out of the car and closed the doors. "Mr. Billings?" asked Pat; 
that was the only name Mrs. Horne had given her. 

The figure spoke. "You've got the right place. 

I'm Will Billings. You must be Patricia and Anne, right?" 

"That's us. Sorry we're a little late. I couldn't make very good time on 
that little gravel road. I guess we should have left earlier," said Pat. 

"No harm done. Come on in, we've got it all warmed up inside." 

The warmth felt especially good after the cold ride out from town, since 
Pat's heater hardly put out enough heat to defrost the windows. Anne got a 
better look at the man when they came into the light from inside. He looked 
somehow familiar, and she hoped he wasn't someone she'd met before. But then 
she remembered-Billings, Will Billings... Billings Lumber, Billings Realty. 
That was why he was familiar-his picture was always popping up in the 
society columns. At least, Mrs. Horne had told the truth about that-he was 
indeed a very wealthy man. At least, that was what the newspapers said about 
him. 

He took their coats and hung them on wooden hooks by the entranceway. There 
was another man seated in a comfortable-looking old chair just beside the 
hearth. He stood up when they entered. 

It was then Anne noticed the animal-an enormous Doberman sitting at the 
other man's feet. He looked as big as a small pony stretched out on the 
floor there. 

"Girls, I'd like you to meet Jason Alberman," said Will, gesturing to his 
friend. "Jason, this is Patricia... and this is Anne. Two of the city's 
loveliest young ladies, I'm sure." 

Anne wondered how he knew which of them was who, but then she remembered 
Alice al-ways gave her customers a description of her girls. With Pat's 
jet-black hair, and her long, blonde hair, there could be no mistaking them. 

"It's a real pleasure to meet you," said Jason, "And I hope it'll be an even 
bigger pleasure before the night is over." And he laughed like he knew 
something no one else knew. 

Will led them toward the wet bar, and dropped some ice cubes in two tall 
glasses. "What'll it be for you ladies? We've got any-thing you could want 
right here." 

"Gin and tonic for me," Pat answered quickly. And Anne nodded, "The same." 

As they chatted, Anne kept noticing that tremendous dog--he just sat there 
like a statue, not moving a muscle. But she got the feeling he was staring 
directly at her. 

"What's the dog's name, Mr. Alberman?" she asked. "He's really beautiful. 
Doberman Pinscher, right?" 

Jason whistled for the massive animal to come over, and the dog instantly 
obeyed. He looked even bigger standing up, and Anne un-consciously backed 
away when he came near. 

He stopped still in his tracks, a fierce growl coming from between his bared 
teeth. 

"Sit, Odin, sit!" commanded Jason, and the animal dropped to his haunches 
without hesitation. "Don't be afraid of him, Anne. It's just that he's 
trained to sense trouble... and when you backed away like that, he thought 
some-thing was wrong. He can tell when things aren't just right... that's 
why I take him with me everywhere I go. He gets more attention than I do. In 
my business, an animal like Odin can be a real asset." 

"What business is that?" asked Anne. And as an afterthought, "If that's any 
of my business." 

"Oh, there's nothing secretive about it. I'm in the wholesale jewelry 
business. And some-times I carry a lot of diamonds with me. Jewel thieves 
think twice about tangling with a beast like Odin. Even the name scares 
them-he was a Viking god, you know." 

Anne couldn't take her eyes off the incredible animal; he was perfectly 
formed, a museum-specimen of a dog, solid muscle from the end of his nose to 
the tip of his tail." 

"... he weighs nearly a hundred and twenty-five pounds," continued Jason. 
"Extremely big for his breed. He's not a purebred or anything, though. 
They're too temperamental and high-strung. It wouldn't do for me to have a 
nervous dog around... might bite off somebody's arm, and that would be 
costly." 

He seemed to be watching the girls, cautiously eyeing them for any 
unwarranted moves. Odin obviously knew his job thoroughly, and did it well. 

Jason wasn't wasting any time-as Pat finished her first drink, his hand 
slipped slowly up from around her waist, and clamped tightly around the 
soft, bulging mound of her breast, squeezing it fondly through the fabric of 
her dress. She giggled innocently as his hand caressed her and pulled away 
from him coyly. But he persisted, and in moments, his hand was inside her 
dress, warmly fondling her flesh, his lips planted wetly on hers. 

He eased his hand down her hard, flat belly, still inside the dress, and 
worked his fingers under the waistband of her panties. She shivered visibly 
as he made contact with the soft, sparse mound of her pubic hair. She made a 
weak, half-hearted effort to stop him, but soon his probing fingers were 
gently exploring the fleshy ridges around her warm, inviting slit. 

"He whispered something in her ear, and again she giggled, then answered him 
with a fond, affectionate pat just below his belt, where his pants bulged 
obviously in a stiff, throbbing ridge. He led her, unresisting, to a long, 
deep sofa at the far end of the room, away from the orange brightness of the 
crackling fire. 

"Looks like those two hit it off okay," said Billings, "I guess that leaves 
you and me, honey." 

Anne chilled at the thought of this obscene little man pawing her like a 
cheap whore. His eyes squinted when he talked, his mind apparently focused 
on the multitude of pleasing diversions he had already planned for the 
evening. "You are the one who needs five hundred dollars, aren't you?" 

"How did you know about that?" exclaimed Anne. "How did you find out?" 

"Pat told me when we talked on the phone this afternoon. I gave her the 
directions for getting here. She said you had to have the money for 
something urgent." 

Anne was still confused. "She didn't say any-thing to me about talking to 
you. This doesn't make any sense." 

Billings laughed. "Don't let it get you all worked up. She was just trying 
to help out. I told her I had something special in mind, but I was offering 
a little bonus on the side-money Alice Horne can't get her hands on." 

"And just what is this something special you're talking about?" asked Anne. 
"I haven't said I'd go along with anything yet. Pat told me nothing about 
this... this... " 

"Okay, okay. Finish your drink and I'll make you another... you might need 
it." 

* * * 

She was on her fourth gin and tonic, and any worries she might have had were 
securely tucked away, obscured by the liquor from the double-strength drinks 
he'd been mixing. Will had found the cord for the stereo, and now the soft 
strains of some Hollywood orchestra filled the cozy lodge, the music 
whirring in her head as she flopped comfortably on the other sofa, her long 
legs propped on the coffee table. 

There was only an occasional moan from across the room, and hidden in the 
shadows, Anne could make out the dim figures of two, writhing, interlocked 
bodies, pistoning furiously as one-Pat's long, trim legs spread wide and 
straight up in the air like twin masts of sailing schooner. 

After awhile, Will moved closer to her, dropping his arm nonchalantly around 
her shoulders. "That's pretty good booze, huh? Really packs a wallop." 

Anne's eyes had been closed, her mind whirling like a carousel, spinning 
wildly round and round the room. "What... oh, yeah... it's powerful stuff, 
all right. I don't think I could stand up... " 

His fingers began to ease down the smooth softness of her bare arm. "About 
that money you need... You want it pretty bad, don't you? Bad enough to do 
just about anything to get it?" 

Anne was struggling to follow his words, but somehow they all seemed to run 
together meaninglessly. Slowly, she was able to sort them into something 
that made sense. 

"Oh... the money... I'd nearly forgotten." He could see the shapely outline 
of her firm breast, bulging through the fabric, and he tried to imagine how 
she would look standing stripped before him, with nothing to hide those 
luscious, soft mounds from his view. She looked numbly at him, her eyes 
glazed from the alcohol, and his sneering grin broadened. 

"Take your clothes off," he ordered. 

She only sat there, not comprehending what he'd said. 

"Take 'em off," he repeated. 

Anne rose unsteadily to her feet, balancing with one knee braced against the 
low table. Obediently, she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it over her 
shoulders. Will's eyes widened noticeably as her full naked breast came into 
view, her hard, young nipples jutting proudly, her flesh smooth and tight. 
She looked at him through half-closed, bleary eyes, mindlessly following his 
orders. 

She unzipped her skirt and dropped it to the floor, leaving only her thin, 
white panties guarding her nakedness. Her legs were long and smooth, twin 
golden stems that tapered sensuously from the warm, milky softness of her 
thighs. 

"The panties too," he barked, reclining on his sofa like a king on his 
throne, commanding his newest slave-girl to undress for his amusement. 

Her head was still reeling, but the numbness was beginning to wear thin, and 
she hesitated at stripping off the last garment, still only dimly aware of 
what she was doing. 

He found her sudden shyness entertaining, as she vainly maneuvered to cover 
her firm, bulging breasts with her arms. "You want the money, don't you?" 

Anne nodded drunkenly, and dutifully pushed her panties down over her harrow 
hips, then rolled them down over her naked legs. 

He unzipped the fly of his trousers and pulled his limp fore-skinned member 
out into the open. Then he freed the remaining snap, and opened his 
hair-covered pelvis to her view, his cock lying flaccidly over the leathery 
sac of his testicles. 

"Get down on your knees... " He waited for her to obey him. "Suck my cock 
awhile... get it good and hard." 

The sudden, shattering awareness of what he wanted her to do cut through the 
haze of alcohol like a sharp knife. "No, please... I can't... " She trembled 
as she looked at his hideous, fleshy penis arching from his hairy loins and 
dangling limply between his legs. "Let me have another drink first... maybe 
then... " She knew her only hope was the un-knowing, senseless shelter of 
the alcohol-that only by hiding under its stupefying shroud could she 
possibly follow his orders. 

She tried to think only of the money... Of Bob, and the kids they would one 
day have... Of getting out from under this nightmarish burden once and for 
all. 

She lowered herself reluctantly to his knees, her hand on his leg, just 
inches from the heavy, throbbing knob. 

He slid forward until his limp prick was immediately in front of her dry 
lips. "Suck it! If you want that money, suck me off!" 

Slowly, her lips trembling, she grasped the length of his soft rubbery 
prick, raised its head, and lowered her mouth to it. 

"Not that way. Skin it back first and lick it a little. I want it nice and 
wet!" 

As he watched, she gently pulled back the thick, fleshy outer layer, 
stripping it back to-ward its base, causing the swollen, blood-filled head 
to slip teasingly from its heavy protective sheath; then her warm, pink 
tongue licked tenderly at its throbbing underside, rolling the hardening 
shaft with her moistened lips until it glistened from her saliva. She caught 
a tiny drop of semen hidden in the tiny hole in the bulbous tip. 

A shuddering chill of sadistic delight surged over him as he felt his cock 
jerking erect, her lips opened to take in its limp state, slipping the 
half-hardened member between her wet lips, until he could feel his hairy 
pelvis tight against her face and lips, her tongue circling his cock 
maddeningly as it grew harder and harder. 

"Now you've got it... suck it, you little bitch... Suck it!" His eyes 
narrowed as he groaned the words at her, his hands holding her bobbing head 
securely centered on his swelling prick. 

His head tossed back against the rear of the sofa, he shoved his loins 
against her face, his cock hardening and swelling to its full, immense 
length, her elastic lips ovaled as the glistening shaft slipped easily into 
the warm, wet shelter of her mouth, her soft tongue swirling hungrily around 
the throbbing head in the soft, liquid confines of her throat. 

"Squeeze my balls... Squeeze 'em bitch!" 

She obeyed, warmly caressing the swollen sac cupped gently between her two 
hands as she sucked ever hungrily under the ever-swelling huge cock. Her 
fingers slipped under the sperm-filled reservoir and teasingly flicked at 
the hair-ringed, brown hole of his anus, sending new shivers of ecstatic 
delight racing along his spine. 

She felt the throbbing member swelling in her mouth, her cheeks hollowed to 
contain it all, as he began to gasp and groan. She knew it would only be 
seconds before the huge, thick shaft gushed its white, sticky load into her 
mouth, flooding her throat passage and choking her as the hot, seething 
liquid surged between her ovaled lips. She wanted more than anything on 
earth to spit this obscene prick from her mouth... to run as far away from 
this nightmare as she could... but she knew it was hopeless. She couldn't 
stop now... she had to please him-to choke if necessary to gulp down all his 
seething sperm. 

Oh God, why doesn't he get it over with! Let me finish this awful act! 
Please! 

Will felt the agonizing pressure building in his swollen balls, and knew it 
was about to happen... Any second his painfully hardened prick would blast 
its scorching load against the back of her throat. He could feel his whole 
body tensing for the coming moment... and he knew he couldn't hold back a 
minute longer. 

He watched eagerly as his wet, glistening cock slithered from between her 
taut, pursed lips as she pulled her head back, her moist, fleshy lips 
clinging to its hard, stiff shaft as she raised, then lowered her head to 
take it all back into the warmness of her mouth. Her full, firm tits swayed 
and bobbed from side to side beneath her, her tender, young nipples ripe and 
hard now as she sucked frantically on his long, glistening shaft. 

"Suck hard! Suck hard NOW! I'm going to cum!" 

He grabbed her tiny head roughly and shoved it down over his long, stiff 
shaft, thrusting his loins forward to ram the swollen, bulbous head far down 
her throat. And then it started... like a surging, hot flood boiling deep in 
his balls. "Oh God, I'm cumming!" he moaned, and it spurt wildly into her 
throat from the throbbing tip of the savagely bucking rod while he watched 
in wide-eyed disbelief as she swallowed hungrily again and again, her 
pointed tongue swirling furiously as he continued to squirt his hot, thick 
load far back into the depths of her throat. Cold chills of sadism rippled 
through him as he watched her eagerly gulp down every precious drop of his 
life-giving sperm, squeezing his balls tenderly as they emptied into her 
hungry throat. She licked every trace of it from his deflating shaft, and 
finally, the rubbery knob slipped wetly from her clasping lips. 

She looked up at him desperately, like a wounded animal, a thin trail of his 
sperm still moistening the corner of her mouth. "Did I earn the money?... 
Can I have it now?" 

"I've had better," he sneered down at her. "But you did all right, I 
suppose." 

"But... the money... what about the money?" There were tears streaming from 
the edges of her eyes. "You promised." 

He shoved her away roughly with his foot, knocking her back so that she 
fell, naked, on the carpet. She quickly regained her bearings and rose to 
her knees. 

"You'll get your money. Just like I promised," he said, "I'm not a man to go 
back on my word. Only, you're not finished yet. You don't get the money 
until you've done everything I want you to." 

He kicked off his pants, shoved down around his knees, and walked over to 
the bar. There was still no sound from Pat and Jason, but he could see they 
were lying very still, Pat stretched listlessly beside the sofa, her bare 
arms behind her head. 

Wonder if she was a good fuck, he asked himself... I'll find out before the 
night's over, that's for sure... 

"Here... have another drink," he offered. "You're going to need it." He sat 
back down on the sofa, Anne still sprawled on the floor at his feet. She 
took the tall glass firmly between her hands and gulped the soothing liquor 
down her ravaged throat, cleansing away the slippery sperm from the inside 
of her mouth. Slowly, as the alcohol took hold, she began to retreat back 
into the safe, numbing shelter she'd found for herself; and as before, there 
was security in the numbing sanctuary. 

Her fears stripped away quickly this time, and gradually she began to come 
alive again. She climbed to her feet and dropped back into a big, plush 
chair, directly across from Billings. She draped one leg casually over the 
upholstered arm, giving him a clear, unimpeded view of her moist, pink 
pussy. 

Goddamn him! I'd like to see him down on his fat, blubbery belly crawling 
like he made me crawl!... I'd show him... her mind reeled drunkenly. 

He pointed lamely to the bar when she reached the bottom of the glass. 
"There's more on the counter. Help yourself." He turned to see if there was 
any sign of life from the other end of the long room. "Hey, Jason, old 
buddy! You about finished down there? I'm ready for the main attraction." 

There was a mumbling groan from the darkened corner. 

"It looked like to me we've had the main show. You ought to be all tuckered 
after that." Anne heard Pat laughing softly, and her face turned bright 
crimson. 

They were watching! They were both looking at me down on my knees... sucking 
that horrible thing like an animal! 

"Where's that monster of yours, Jason," shouted Billings. "Get him down 
here." 

Anne watched in wonderment as Jason and Pat, both naked, came toward her, 
Jason holding the enormous beast by his studded collar. He gave the command, 
and the big dog settled quietly at his feet. 

"Here's your next partner, honey," laughed Jason, his paunch stomach 
quivering as he shook. "What'ya think, Odin, is she your kind of woman?" 

The huge animal barked loudly, his stubby tail ticking like a metronome. 

"You're in luck. I think he likes you." 

She watched in disbelief of what she had heard as he lowered his hand to the 
dog's huge head, rubbing it affectionately and a shiver of horrified 
revulsion surged through her when it began to dawn on her what she was 
supposed to do to earn the money that would set her free. "No! No! I won't 
do it! Not for five hundred dollars! Not for any amount of money!" she 
screamed. "You can't ask me to do that!" 

She'd heard whispers about women with dogs-but she never dreamed they really 
happened. No one on earth could make her do this horrible, filthy thing! 

"Anne," said Pat, "Remember the money. And what it's for." She pulled her 
aside, away from the ears of the two men. "You can't back out now. It's your 
only way... I know how you must feel, but believe me, it's not so bad 
once... " 

Anne's eyes widened in amazement. "Not so bad! You mean you've done it? With 
a dog! My God, Pat, how could you?" 

"Now don't start preaching at me. I saw you down there chewing like a slut 
on his prick! Don't get all high and mighty with me!" Anne lowered her head, 
her eyes staring down at the floor. "You're right, Pat. It's the only way. I 
can't go on like this any longer. It's better to do even this than keep 
going like I have been... It's the only way." 

She turned to the waiting men. "All right, I'm ready." She half whispered, 
her voice trembling in bitter surrender. 

Jason chuckled to himself in anticipation of what was to come. He'd watched 
Odin with girls before-in the privacy of his own pent-house-and he knew what 
he could do. "Turn around and kneel down. Pat, toss her a pillow." Anne 
turned and with shame lowered eyes dropped to her knees, her full, firm 
buttocks facing the men. They could both see the thin hair-lined slit of her 
moist, pink pussy quivering between the soft, smooth mounds of her ass as 
she turned it up temptingly at them. 

Jason quietly sank to his knees behind her, positioning his long, hard cock 
in the warm, soft crevice of her thighs. She jerked away involuntarily as 
his cock snapped stiffly up against the tender, fleshy ridges of her vagina. 
"Odin... in front, boy! In front! That's it... Roll over!" 

Anne didn't flinch a muscle as the savage animal came to stand in front of 
her, then lay down and rolled on its back. The downy, fur-covered skin of 
his belly lay exposed to her, along with the lengthy shaft of his animal 
sex. At the base of the long, sheathed spear dangled his furry testicles; 
and slowly the realization of what was expected of her began to fill her 
mind. 

She started to turn around, but the frightening animal growled fiercely as 
she moved her head. "Turn him around for a better angle, bitch. And don't 
move too quickly or you might lose a hand. You've got to be subtle... you 
know how to do that, don't you bitch?" He grabbed her around the waist and 
held her trembling buttocks pressed tightly against his belly. He could feel 
the dampness of her up-turned crotch against his flesh as she held her 
securely in position. 

"Oh my God! No, please!... not that! Not a dog! I can't! Please have mercy! 
I can't!" 

Jason only laughed. "You bitch! You think you're too good for Odin? Why, 
you're not even worthy to suck him! But you're gonna suck him... Aren't you 
bitch... Well, aren't you!?" 

Fighting to hold back the knotting ball of nausea in her quaking belly, she 
reached down and took the length of his animal prick gently in her hand. 

"Turn your head sideways!" Jason spat at her. "Turn it sideways so I can see 
it going in your mouth! Suck it!" 

She refused to let herself think as she lowered her head to his warm, hard 
belly, his stiffening member in her hand. He growled a low growl when her 
head touched his belly. 

Slowly, methodically she stroked it, shutting out her mind to what she was 
doing, while the beast lay quietly on his back, a soft animal whine coming 
from deep in his throat. Suddenly, it appeared-the tapered, glistening rod 
tip of his cock, ever oozing from its furry sheath. 

"Now! Suck it, bitch! Suck it!" he hissed down at her. Pat and Billings 
watched in astonishment as she let the slender, tapered forepart of the 
animal's prick slide between her soft, moist lips and into her mouth. 

It slid wetly over her tongue until it reached the back of her throat, and 
she submissively began to use her tongue to swirl it in the warm confines of 
her mouth. Surprisingly, there was nothing more than a sweet, tangy taste to 
the slippery pink member, perhaps more palatable than the man cock she'd 
just tasted. She sucked and twirled the gleaming shaft between her lips, and 
the animal responded slightly to her, his legs flailing the air rapidly and 
she moved her hands to his fur covered testicles, scratching lightly with 
her fingertips as he stepped up his deep, thrusting rhythm, a slight 
high-pitched whine coming from his throat. 

If it had any taste, it must have been mild and delicate, she decided 
through the fog of the alcohol. The smoothly tapered length of his 
thickening shaft shot into her mouth in perfect, pulsing rhythm. She closed 
her teeth, not to hurt, but swirling her tongue as excitement of her own at 
what she was doing began to well inside her. 

"Suck it, you cunt!" shouted Jason, spreading the fleshy cheeks of her 
squirming buttocks as he held her tightly around her smooth thighs, gaping 
at the tightly-puckered entrance of her brown hairless anus. "Suck it hard!" 

Pat lowered her naked form to the floor, not taking her eyes for an instant 
from the incredible lascivious spectacle of her girlfriend sucking an animal 
unfolding in the dim, orange glow of the fire. She turned away only when a 
log split loudly in half, filling the hearth with a spray of blazing 
cinders. 

Jason's cock shot out like a flagpole. He reached down and drew back the 
thick, fleshy outer-skin, then moved in closer to Anne's wiggling buttocks, 
drawing the throbbing head upward, lubricating it in the warm juices of her 
pussy as he drew it through the tight flanges of her moistened vaginal slit. 
He worked it back again, and drew it through the fleshy crevice once more 
before placing it at the mouth of her tight, defensively clenching anus. 

"Put it in!" he ordered, "Take your hand and stick my cock in you!" 

Her hand came back, and he watched eagerly as she grasped it firmly and 
forced its head into the tight round ring of her rectal opening. He felt her 
jump with pain, but she didn't cry out. 

He nearly gasped aloud himself as the tight, velvety passage sucked his 
hardened penis in with a wet slurping sound, the tight ring clasping at the 
head of his throbbing prick and drawing it into the warm, tender folds of 
her rear passage. He gave his cock a little flick, and she groaned as it 
disappeared down the forbidden channel. 

Anne felt the hot shaft surging upward into her back passage and momentarily 
she had to gasp, but the incredible delight of the hot, animal cock fucking 
into her mouth as if mechanically was far beyond anything she'd ever 
imagined. Suddenly it tasted like honey to her, and the way it plunged 
smoothly into her mouth was driving her out of her mind. Jason's cock boring 
savagely into her anus was only painful, some-thing she could take or do 
without. But Odin's hardened prick thrusting into her mouth was something 
else... soon he would squirt his own life into her with his warm, animal 
sperm... and she had to have it... she really wanted it! 

Maybe she was losing her mind after all... maybe it was already too late, 
but that was what she-wanted and she sucked and tongued his thrusting prick 
ravenously while Jason burrowed ruthlessly into the depth of her back 
pas-sage... so far into the velvety tunnel that she could hear his balls 
slapping resoundingly against the soft tenderness of her cunt below as he 
bucked wildly into the tightly-grasping anal hole. 

Pat and Will couldn't believe their eyes... they sat mesmerized, wondering 
if it were all some incredible, sensuous hallucination... This helplessly 
writhing young girl being shared by an animal and a man, both thrusting 
their sex viciously into opposite ends of her tortured fleshy spears. 

"Aaaaagggghhh!" she gasped around the prick pistoning into her ovaled lips 
as Jason, clutching her firmly by two bruised ridges of flesh he'd squeezed 
together from the softness of her thighs, rammed his cock into the rubbery 
forbidden depths of her anus, pushing the soft, pliable walls aside before 
it as he sank the en-tire length of his prick deep in the warm, constricting 
rectum. 

Now she had to gasp for breath, unable to escape the sudden agony that 
seemed to be splitting her thighs apart back there. 

She was skewered painfully to the hilt of his sadistic cock and he was 
showing her no mercy, not even giving her brutally stretched rectal passage 
a chance to become adjusted to the thick, hot shaft that filled it like a 
tree trunk. The agony was unbearable, she didn't know how much longer she 
could take it... 

Jason murmured something unintelligible to himself, his eyes half-closed, as 
the warm, soft flesh of her flattened buttocks pressed tightly against his 
sweat-soaked loins, while he watched Odin's stiffened scarlet prick plunging 
wet and gleaming between her ovaled clasping lips, his strong, sinewy flanks 
jerking spasmodically as she stretched at his dangling animal balls with one 
hand. 

Christ, this is unbelievable... She's too much! 

He thrust forward into her tightly puckered passage and his eyes focused on 
the hardened shaft of his prick that disappeared completely in the 
wide-stretched hole between her upraised, squirming mounds. He grunted again 
and drew it out a little, watching with sadistic lust as tiny pink ridges of 
her velvety flesh were drawn out with it and then disappeared inside again 
with his inward thrust. His breathing became faster and harder, as he began 
sawing into her smooth clasping channel with deep, rhythmic thrusts, each 
time burying his swollen shaft to the hilt in her backside. 

"Unh, unh... unh, unh," Anne moaned around the huge animal's ever-growing 
prick in her mouth, as she knelt slave-like before him. Jason knew she was 
losing all control... that she had totally surrendered her will. She was 
jerking back against his lewd, cruel sodomizing of her anus as though she 
were suddenly reveling in the perverted ravishment of her rectum. 

Obviously the pain was all gone, and she was sucking the animal cock with 
apparent insane delight, while with the other hand she was reaching back 
between her own spread thighs and fingering her throbbing clitoris, 
squirming her ass back on his impaling shaft as shivers of pure savage 
passion raced through her writhing body. 

Damn, he swore he'd never seen anything like this in his life! Pat and Will 
were dumb-founded, and Pat felt an ever-widening circle of dampness 
spreading beneath her own genitals on the carpet, as she watched 
incredulously the lewd, perverse exhibition just a few feet away. 

Jason gaped at his vicious white prick disappearing and reappearing as he 
drove it in all the way into her wildly gyrating buttocks with each lunging, 
sadistic plunge. Not a bit of it could he see as he buried it fiendishly 
into the tight, stretched rectal passage, its blood-filled throbbing head 
straining far up into her warm, quivering belly. 

Harder and harder she sucked at the beast's wildly pistoning shaft while her 
fingers deftly fondled the widespread split of her wet pussy, and he felt 
her tighten her buttocks, as if to hold him deep inside her, imbedded in her 
hot, raging belly until she could be satisfied. That was all he could 
stand... he began pounding into the gaping crevice of her salaciously 
wiggling buttocks furiously, every ounce of his energy behind his every 
vicious thrust. 

Nothing else mattered to Anne any more-only her shattering awareness of an 
uncontrollable desire where the shame and abject humiliation from the vile 
and despicable acts he was subjecting her to should have been. And her 
all-consuming desire to fulfill that desire was building... ever building 
deep inside her and she sensed the quickening of his frantic assault up into 
her oval passage as the agonizing pagan need in her belly and loins cried 
out for release. She buffeted back against his driving cock like the 
insatiable bitch she had become, while she sucked and tongued the delicious 
animal prick fucking wildly into her throat-the slim, tapered tip burrowing 
far back against the back of her hungry mouth. She felt the uncontrollable 
little whining mewls of passion slipping from her clasped, sucking lips, 
coming up from somewhere deep in her ravaged throat. She was almost there... 
almost there! 

Suddenly, Odin's incessant whimpering grew louder, his massive sinewy body 
beginning to jerk convulsively and Anne's mouth was flooded with a great 
flood of hot, thick liquid which choked her and slithered salaciously down 
her desperately gulping throat. Hungrily, her body suddenly lost to the 
evil, insatiable desire, she sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed as 
the big animal whined and jerked once more, and her whole, tortured being 
was filled with perverted sensations of masochistic rapture... and as 
quickly did the organ begin to lose its rigidity, deflating as it withdrew 
from her mouth, until she felt the satiated beast roll from beneath her and 
get to its feet. 

"God, I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum! Yes... oh my God, yes!... Nowww! 
NOW!" 

Her hips forced themselves back frantically as the battering cock worked 
demonically with vicious, brutal strokes into her anus, making her strain 
and groan as the incredible pressure mounted to its peak and burst. She 
never in a million years would have dreamed that this man could do this to 
her... that he could ever know such wanton abandonment with a man like this, 
with her body contorting and convulsively in her orgasm that seemed to be 
endless... blissfully going on and on and on. She was hopelessly gone! 
Nothing else mattered in this world... just the deliciously gratifying 
pleasures rippling through her long denied body. 

"Oooohhhhhh... aaaaaahhh," she groaned contentedly, her senses dulled to all 
around her as her brain staggered under the awesome intensity of her orgasm, 
her body shivering in beautiful overwhelming release. Then she heard Jason 
gasp loudly for air, thrusting in so hard she thought his massive prick 
would rip through her belly, and in her blurred state she moaned with the 
slight chilling shock of pain. She felt his strong loins jerk convulsively 
against the flatness of her upraised buttocks and then a great seething 
surge of hot, swirling semen shot far up into her rectum, filling her 
quaking belly almost to the brim. 

She heard another gasping sigh of relief, and felt his pulling away and but 
of her, until a welcomed rush of cool air brushed against the emptied hole 
of her anus, and she, too, collapsed on the floor, her breasts heaving 
against the softness of the carpet beneath her. 

Anne lay very still, her face flat against the floor, the agonizing reality 
of what she had done slowly enveloping her once more as she heard the others 
quietly moving back to their chairs. No one said anything, still dazed from 
the unbelievably lewd display of passion they'd so eagerly watched. She 
turned her head to look at Jason, her face still on the floor, and saw that 
unmistakable look of disgust and contempt masking his sordid, twisted face. 
She'd really expected that after what she'd done; there was no sign of mercy 
in his filthy, scheming heart. 

Jason pulled five crisp bills from his pants pocket, and tossed them on the 
floor, just out of her reach. "There's your money! Crawl for it, dog-sucker! 
Crawl for it! You've earned it, bitch! Go get it!" he sneered. 

Feebly, she eased her still-trembling frame toward the money, and clutched 
it limply in her hand. 

"Thank you," she whispered hoarsely, and climbed slowly to her feet. Odin 
was stretched out regally at Jason's feet, his mouth half-open as he panted 
happily, contentedly watching her as she pulled her naked, bruised body onto 
the sofa. 

"Did you like that, Odin?" asked Jason, an evil leer on his lips. "How about 
it boy, how was she?" 

The huge animal barked loudly, rising up onto his front legs. She heard the 
others laughing as she wearily closed her eyes. 

Oh God, what have I become... What kind of a perverted sewer have I dragged 
myself into! Is this the way I'm to spend the rest of my life... Is this all 
I have to look forward to! God no! I've got my money and I'm going to use 
it! 

CHAPTER NINE 

Anne tearfully lifted her pain-wracked body from her own bed, slowly easing 
her bruised thighs over the edge and climbing to her feet. She glanced at 
the clock, almost afraid to know what time it was. 

Eight o'clock! That meant sixteen hours had somehow slipped by since Pat 
brought her home from the lodge at four A.M. 

Thank God Bob is out of town! How on earth could I ever explain this! 

She hobbled groggily into the kitchen, and poured herself a cold glass of 
orange juice from the plastic pitcher in the refrigerator. The acid liquid 
stung bitterly as it moistened her dry, cracked lips. 

She tried first to remember what had happened... then thought better of 
it-the memories were still too fresh, too painful. Every-thing blurred 
together anyway, in a smearing, lurid tableau of perversions that dragged on 
until nearly three in the morning. It all fused horribly in a blur of hands, 
lips and animal genitals... a sensual nightmare she wouldn't be able to 
forget. 

It was dark again outside-as it had been when she came in. She'd missed an 
entire day in her body's insatiable craving for long, cleansing sleep-sleep 
that would give her ravaged mind and body time to forget, time to 
rejuvenate. 

She looked longingly at the phone-hoping Bob would call. She wondered if he 
was all right... if he was safe. 

What if he called last night? What if he's been trying all night to reach 
me? Oh God, what would I tell him... 

She glanced back at the empty bed... at the smooth unrumpled side where Bob 
should have been. Oh, how she missed him! How she missed his cuddling warmth 
there beside her in the dark of night. 

If only this plan of Pat's worked... if only her friend can find a way to 
bring this agonizing nightmare to an end... 

Anne remembered giving the money to Pat, just before they pulled to a stop 
in front of her apartment. But that was as much as she could piece together. 

She toasted a couple of pieces of bread and drenched them in butter; then 
retreated once again to the comfortable shelter of the bedroom. Her whole 
plundered crotch ached with a soreness that she could feel all over her body 
as she walked. She felt as though she had been impaled on a fencepost and 
left to die. 

Anne sank dejectedly into the softness of her two piled pillows, and 
switched on the bedside lamp. She lay a long while-dreaming of a better 
time, when she and Bob were head-over-heels in love, and nothing else 
existed on the face of the earth... when their lives were only their own, 
not shared by some dirty little war or by a cunning, vicious tyrant of a 
woman... a woman who had succeeded in turning her into a cheap, groveling 
slut... a blind, mindless sex machine so completely under her maniacal 
control. 

She finished her juice, and brushed the breadcrumbs from the bed, then 
switched off the light. Burning tears streamed down her cheeks as she lay 
quietly... crying to herself in the darkness. 

Oh God, let there be a way out for me! Please. 

* * * 

Later, Anne leaped nearly out of bed instinctively-her heart pounding as her 
sleeping mind recorded something amiss-something that didn't belong. She sat 
stiffly upright in bed, feeling nakedly vulnerable, all alone in the 
darkened, empty apartment. 

Then she heard it... It sounded like muffled knocking at the front door. 
Without turning on the lamp, she crept quietly to the living room, straining 
her ears to pinpoint the alien sound. She could see the phosphorescent 
numerals of her clock in the bedroom; amazingly, she'd slept another seven 
hours, and it was three o'clock in the dead stillness of night. There was 
not a sound filtering in from the usually noisy street outside; and she 
wished even for that-anything to show that she wasn't alone in the night. 

This time she was certain-there was some one outside-the knocking came 
louder this time. 

She checked the night latch... Thank God I remembered to put it on! 

Anne edged cautiously toward the door. "Who's there," she asked timidly. 

"Anne! Open up, it's me, Pat!" 

Anne flung the door open and Pat hurried in from the chilly outdoors. She 
was carrying a manila folder with the flap securely tied in place. 

"What are you doing out this time of night?" Anne asked. "Do you have any 
idea what time it is?" 

Anne flopped into the nearest chair. "Sure... It's three o'clock. Let me 
catch my breath first; I'm pooped." 

She relocked the door and sat down opposite her, eyeing the folder with 
intense curiosity. "What's all that?" she finally asked. 

Pat stood up dramatically, and slowly unfastened the cardboard flap, dumping 
the contents onto the cocktail table. 

"The tape!" Anne shrieked. "You got the tape!" She was jumping up and down 
like a pom-pom girl. "How'd you get it so fast? I hope it's the right one. 
Did everything go all right?" 

Pat held up her hand. "Hold it! One question at a time... First of all-yes, 
this is the tape. Second, I played it on my tape recorder, and it's 
definitely the right one. It's got a lot of other way-out stuff on it. Alice 
must have pulled this same trick on some other girls. She was too cheap to 
buy another tape." 

"What if she has another copy or some-thing?" Can't you make copies of 
tapes?" asked Anne, still afraid to believe it could be really true. 

"Well, it's possible. But I don't think so. I'm pretty sure this is the one 
and only copy. But you haven't said anything about the rest of this mess." 

Anne studied the assortment of cards and papers dumped haphazardly on the 
table. "Yeah, I was going to ask you about that. What is it?" 

Pat held her chin high in a mock sneer. "You should have known to expect the 
best when you deal with pros. I don't have any friends who do sloppy work." 

"You still haven't explained what all this stuff is." 

"It's your tickets to freedom, Anne sweetie," explained Pat. "Those cards 
are the records of every assignment you've had-client's names, addresses, 
the works. There's enough there to put Alice Horne in ice for twenty years." 
Anne still couldn't believe it was happening. All these weeks of hoping and 
praying had somehow paid off. "How can I ever thank you enough, Pat?" Her 
eyes were getting blurry again. "I... I don't know how I would have gotten 
out of this without you." 

"It was nothing," shrugged Pat. "Don't forget it was me who got you into 
this in the first place. If I hadn't been dumb enough to turn on that tape 
recorder, all of this would never have happened." 

Tears were streaming openly down Anne's cheeks now. "None of that matters... 
that's all in the past. This is what counts. Oh, thank you, Pat! Thank you 
so very, very much!" 

CHAPTER TEN 

The sun dawned in a fiery burst of gold-brighter this morning, of all 
mornings, than any Anne could remember. The first beams of morning sunlight 
flashed across the sky and reflected warmly off the snow-covered pines that 
lined the mountainside. 

It had been nearly two weeks since the tape was taken from the safe in Alice 
Horne's office, and Anne knew now, for certain, that the terrible nightmare 
was finally over. It hadn't been necessary to confront Alice with the 
goods-she took her cue obligingly and disappeared without so much as a 
trace. She'd heard the whole story from Carol, who'd dropped by one 
afternoon and found only an empty office where Mrs. Horne's thriving 
operation had once been. It was speculated that she'd gone to another 
city-somebody said Atlanta, that they'd heard of an operation like hers 
springing up there-but to Anne, it didn't really matter. The only thing that 
counted was that she was gone-and along with her bitter, painful memories 
Anne was once afraid would always be a part of her life. 

So far, Bob hadn't said much about this sudden renewed vitality his young 
wife had discovered. But he wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth, 
either. Those few days away had convinced him that, no matter what, he 
needed her. And nothing she could do would ever change that. 

His suspicions were still there-perhaps he'd never rid himself of those. But 
whatever it was, it was apparently gone, and that was all that mattered. 

The sky now glowed bright blue as the sun gradually illuminated the whole 
broad expanse of the mountain valley sprawled at their feet. 

Anne snuggled cozily against Bob's side, warm and sheltered in the hot blast 
of the car's heater as they headed into the Rockies fox a honeymoon they'd 
somehow always missed before. 

The frigid air was still as they stepped from the car, a few hundred feet 
from the Green-view Inn, their long-awaited destination. There were only a 
few cars in the big parking lot, a few other hardy off-season travelers like 
them-selves. Bob put his arms fondly around her waist as they walked to the 
main lodge, their breath freezing in an icy fog in the post-dawn cold. 

He rang the bell, and an old, warmly wrinkled man peered out from behind the 
shade. 

"I'm Bob Hartley... And this is my wife Anne. We had reservations," 
explained Bob. The elderly man smiled knowingly and motioned them into the 
office. He had been lighting the oil stove when they pulled in, he 
explained, and he apologized for the damp chill. Bob signed the register and 
the man showed them their bungalow, the last log cabin on the gravel path, 
overlooking the lake miles below in the frozen valley. 

Bob moved the car as close as he could, and they struggled the last few feet 
with their luggage, treading cautiously on the frozen snow that shattered in 
thick sheets under their feet. 

"Oh, Bob it's beautiful," sighed Anne. "I think it might be the most 
beautiful place I've ever seen. Look at the lake down there... it's frozen 
solid. And look there! Way down at the end of the lake... there's somebody 
fishing through the ice!" 

Bob slid the last of the bag through the ca-bin's doorway. "You've got 
better eyes than I have. I can't see anything but some tiny dots... Come on 
in before you catch pneumonia out here." 

Anne didn't need to be asked twice, and she hurried up the wooden stairs and 
into the tiny cabin. The kerosene heater had obviously been going for some 
time, and the one room dwelling was as warm as toast inside. 

Bob tossed himself on the bed, sprawling his arms and legs in every 
direction, stretching to get rid of his road fatigue. Anne stretched out 
beside him, her breasts pressed hard against his side. 

Bob looked deeply into her eyes and tenderly slipped his hand under the 
bottom of her sweater. His hands were like ice on her bare flesh, but it 
didn't matter. Anne lifted herself from the waist, and pulled the thick, 
wool sweater over her head, letting her firm breasts fall free. Her nipples 
hardened instantly as they reached the open air. 

Suddenly her desire for him ached desperately in her belly, and she wanted 
more than any-thing to feel him inside her... to be a part of him, and for 
him to be part of her. She threw her arms around him, flattening her naked 
breasts against his chest. 

"Love me, Bob darling... Love me like you've never loved me before! And 
don't ever, ever stop...!" 


THE END
