The New Secretary
by Toni Scott
(SB-261)


Chapter One 

"Well, my-oh-my! Do you ever look like one happy young lady!" 

Marjorie stopped walking and stared at the figure that stood before her on 
the sidewalk. The man appeared to be about forty-five years old. His strong 
jaw and broad cheekbones had a Germanic appearance, and with his thick mane 
of silver gray hair he could easily have looked like one of the many 
distinguished businessmen who inhabited the downtown sector. But the man's 
clothes were ruffled and unwashed; there was a sallow, yellowish coloring to 
his skin, and even in the pale light she could see deep circles under his 
eyes. No, Marjorie thought, the man wasn't a lawyer or businessman or 
executive. He was an impoverished transient, and there were even more of 
them in the downtown sector than she could count. 

"Well?" the man reiterated. "You certainly do look happy!" 

An involuntary blush coursed through Marjorie's soft white cheeks, making 
her eyes widen and her lips purse into a girlish frown. For a moment she 
considered turning around and running back down the sidewalk as fast as she 
could. It wasn't safe in the big city after dark, she reminded herself. This 
wasn't back home anymore; she couldn't remember all the warnings her parents 
had given her when she'd left Renston two months ago. The big city was 
dangerous; the big city was full of thieves and prowlers, degenerates of the 
very worst kind. This man standing in front of her ... he might be a rapist, 
Marjorie thought fearfully, in spite of his smile. 

Then Marjorie's natural country girl sense of optimism and exuberance got 
the better of her. Without really intending to she giggled and shook her 
head quickly back and forth to clear her long blonde hair out of her eyes. 
Her pretty blue eyes glimmered with happiness; her moist full lips broke 
into a broad, innocent grin. This man wasn't a rapist, she thought; he was 
just a good judge of character. 

"You're smiling," the man said quietly. 

"I most certainly am!" Marjorie exclaimed giddily. Suddenly she felt so 
overjoyed that she almost wanted to kiss him. He was right, she thought, he 
was right about everything; this was one of the happiest days of her life! 
Marjorie flashed the man another happy smile and walked past him down the 
sidewalk, swinging her purse loosely at her side. "Have a good day," she 
called back to him. 

"Well, you didn't tell me," the man said. "What are you so happy about?" 

Marjorie swivelled her head and looked back at him. The man was walking 
directly beside her, as close as if the two of them had known each other all 
their lives. Another tremor of fear coursed through her expression. Maybe 
she really should run away. But instead she only giggled and looked at him 
affectionately. 

'Tell me," Marjorie said. "Do you always strike up conversations with 
strangers like this?" "Once in awhile," the man replied. He shrugged his 
shoulders and smiled. "If they look happy. I guess you just look happy, like 
I said." 

"Well, I am!" Marjorie exclaimed. Suddenly her sense of girlish exuberance 
seemed to fill her bosom completely; she almost had to restrain herself from 
shouting. 

The man laughed. "Yes, I guessed that. Now what are you so happy about?" 

"I just got my first job," Marjorie replied triumphantly. 

"You don't say!" the man exclaimed. He widened his eyes in mock surprise and 
took a step backwards. Then he kept up with her pace down the sidewalk and 
looked at her curiously. "What kind of job?" 

"I'll have you know that you are looking at the new personal secretary for 
Walter M. Jackson." 

"Who's Walter M. Jackson?" 

Marjorie giggled. She could just see herself at her job interview earlier 
that afternoon, walking into the plush skyscraper office and asking Mr. 
Jackson exactly who he was anyhow. The image appealed to her; already she 
felt herself beginning to like this stranger very much. 

"Walter Jackson," Marjorie replied seriously, "only happens to be one of- 
the most important manufacturing executives downtown. He's been here for 
simply ages! I thought everyone had heard of him by now." 

"Not me," the man shrugged. "All I know is what I read in the papers. Is it 
really that good a job?" 

"The very best job in the world!" Marjorie cried giddily. She tossed her 
purse into the air and stood on her tiptoes to catch it, making her demure 
skirt flutter around her long tapering legs. 

"The very best, huh?" the man persisted. "And you mean to tell me you got 
the very best job in the whole world on your very first try?" 

"Are you kidding?" Marjorie answered. She sighed and shook her head, as if 
she already expected the man to know everything about her. "My very first 
try? Why, I've been trying every single day for two months now! It's just a 
good thing I got lucky when I did, too. I'm practically all out of money! If 
I'd had to wait another week I just know I would've run out. Then I would 
have had to go all the way back home where I came from." 

"Don't tell me I'm talking to a bonafide country girl?" the man asked 
humorously. 

"I guess you are," Marjorie answered seriously. "I mean, I don't know if you 
could call me out and put country. But Renston's-well, there'll only a 
couple of thousand people in Renston, and I guess that's pretty small." 

"This must be quite a switch for you," the man commented. 

"You are definitely not kidding!" Marjorie replied emphatically. "I swear, 
sometimes I think they do everything different here, including brushing 
their teeth and going to the toilet. I don't mind telling you, sometimes 
I've been real lonely for a normal human being I felt I could just talk to." 

"Coming here must have been a pretty big thing for you, then." 

Marjorie decided to say nothing in response; and for several seconds the two 
of them continued walking down the desolate downtown sidewalk in silence. As 
they did so Marjorie could feel her skin goosebumping and her breath 
quickening; her mind seemed to reel in an incredible flurry of emotions. It 
was apretty big thing, she thought meaningfully; it was just about the 
biggest thing she'd ever done. The prospect of coming all alone to the big 
city to make a career as a secretary had frightened her more than just about 
anything else she could remember: The only reason she'd done it at all was 
that she couldn't imagine staying in Renston for the rest of her life. Her 
parents had raised her to believe that she could make something of herself; 
now that she was eighteen she wanted to show them the meaning of their 
teachings, no matter how much it hurt her personally. 

"I didn't mean to depress you," the man said quietly. 

"Oh, that's okay," Marjorie replied. She turned her head towards him and 
smiled forgivingly. "It's not your fault, and it didn't depress me. It just 
made me think, that's all." Marjorie sighed heavily and returned her gaze to 
the sidewalk. "You're right, though. It really has been a big thing." 

"City must seem pretty strange, huh?" 

"It certainly does!" 

"Especially to a pretty young girl like you." 

Marjorie gasped and swiveled her hair towards the man in surprise. But he 
was smiling innocently back at her, and after a moment she only blushed with 
the compliment and returned her eyes to the street ahead of them. 

"You really shouldn't say such things to someone you hardly know," she 
murmured primly. 

"Well, you are!" the man chuckled. 

Marjorie smiled and demurely averted her eyes. It was true of course, she 
thought. There were many, many more young women in the big city than back 
home, and most of them were considerably more attractive than the women in 
Renston. But even by big city standards Marjorie knew she was still one of 
the prettiest girls in town. Her hair was long and thick and blonde, falling 
in gentle waves to the middle of her back; her face, with its wide blue 
eyes, soft cheeks and ripe, full lips, had all the innocence and beauty that 
men spent their nights dreaming of. She had flowered into womanhood as soon 
as she had reached puberty, and she had lost none of her beauty since. It 
was only a fortunate thing, she reminded herself, that her parents had 
taught her to put her appearance in perspective. She had never been stuck up 
like other pretty girls. Beauty was only a gift like any other; it just 
meant that she'd be more desirable to the opposite sex. It had its 
advantages and disadvantages, like any other gift. 

And one of its disadvantages was showing right now. Marjorie flushed 
slightly and quickly buttoned the top button of her blouse, trying to move 
her hands surreptitiously so the man wouldn't notice. Then she stared back 
at the sidewalk and sighed heavily, shaking her head with a bemused 
resignation. Her body. That was one of the biggest disadvantages in the 
world! It was one thing to have a pretty face; it was another thing all 
together to have the figure to go with it. On one hand her frame was light 
and nubile and willowy, with slender arms and waist and the sort of long, 
tapering legs and pert buttocks that usually graced the pages of fashion 
magazines. On the other hand her breasts were exceptionally large and firm, 
so well endowed that it was virtually impossible to conceal the size of her 
bosom in even the most modest of clothing. It was a deadly combination, just 
as her mother taught her, and since her brassiere size had started 
increasing she had had to deal with mashers of all shapes, sizes and colors. 
The worst part was that Marjorie knew she had no real use for a voluptuous 
figure like hers. She wasn't a tramp like a lot of the other girls running 
around Renston. She had sexual desires, it was true, but she wasn't about to 
let them be expressed until she met the man who would be her husband. And he 
certainly wouldn't be interested in her for the size of her breasts or the 
shape of her rear end! Marjorie giggled and shook her head again, concluding 
the interior monologue with the same philosophical humor with which her 
parents had taught her to view everything. Oh, well, she thought; it was 
just one of those things.... 

"Say, what's your name, anyhow?" the man asked. 

"Marjorie. What's yours?" 

"I'm Henry," the man replied. He stopped walking abruptly and turned to face 
her. Suddenly his expression was hesitant and almost shy. 

"I don't know if I ought to say this," Henry muttered. He averted his eyes 
and made a small production of scratching the stubble around his chin, 
obviously wanting to pause before continuing. "But... like... I don't know, 
I just have the feeling that it'd be nice if we got to know each other 
better." 

"You mean as friends?" Marjorie asked cautiously. 

"Yeah, of course, as friends," Henry said. He chuckled and managed a weak 
smile. "I mean ... well to tell you the truth I'm just a bum, you know. No 
job and not much to look forward to and... well ... the city's kind of 
lonely for me too." Henry shrugged and tried to laugh. "I guess that's why I 
struck up the conversation with you." 

"I was kind of wondering," Marjorie said humorously. 

"Well, anyhow, so this is where I live," Henry continued. He turned and 
gestured towards an utterly dark alley way jutting off the sidewalk to their 
right. "In there, and I was wondering... you know ... if maybe you'd like to 
have a cup of coffee with me or something." 

Marjorie squinted her eyes and tried to look into the alleyway. But it was 
almost impossible. At the side of one of the buildings she could make out a 
couple of garbage cans resting within a foot of the sidewalk, but that was 
all. Marjorie widened her eyes and looked back at Henry almost 
incredulously. 

"You live in there'?' she asked. 

"Well, it's not much of a life, like I said," Henry muttered. He shuffled 
his feet and kicked at a crack in the sidewalk with his toe. He had the 
boots of a paratrooper, Marjorie noticed; they looked like they were twenty 
years old. "I've just got a walk-up in the back of there," Henry said, 
gesturing into the alley. "Just a room and a hot plate and a closet for a 
bathroom. I mean, it's not much but it's liveable, at least by my 
standards." Henry paused and kicked again at the sidewalk crack. "We can't 
all be pretty girls like you, you know, with our whole lives ahead of us," 
he added in a soft voice. 

"Oh," Marjorie murmured. She blushed with embarrassment for Henry's wasted 
life and stared at the sidewalk. Then she raised her eyes and tried to look 
at him humorously. "Now, you're sure this is just as friends, right Henry?" 

Henry laughed and shook his head. "Oh my God, I must be twice your age. Of 
course it's just as friends! Jeez, what did you think...." 

"Never mind." Marjorie giggled and nodded her head. Then she giggled again 
and motioned towards the alleyway. "All right, Henry, we'll be friends! Just 
lead the way!" 

Henry looked completely overjoyed. His eyes widened, and his sallow 
transient's face burst into a broad smile, then he turned and walked into 
the dark alley entrance. "Okay!" he said. "Just follow me. And stay close. 
It's pretty dark." 

The interior of the alleyway was more than just 'pretty dark'; it was almost 
completely opaque, like a void stretching into oblivion. Marjorie squinted 
her eyes and tried to follow as close behind Henry as possible. For almost 
fifteen seconds she was unable to see much of anything, only Henry's moving 
back and a wall of gloom surrounding her at all sides. Then her eyes began 
to adjust to the light, and she realized just how bad the setting actually 
was. The two of them were walking through a narrow pathway, cleared amongst 
an enormous pile of rubble of all descriptions. To either side of her she 
could see boxes and bins and garbage cans piled high with refuse, throughout 
which she could hear the scurrying of rats and roaches. At the end of the 
alley, far off in the distance, she could see a wan electric light glowing, 
and she guessed it to be the walk-up Henry had referred to. 

"I can't believe you live in this," Marjorie muttered. 

"It's a life," Henry replied. 

"Well it certainly isn't much of one!" Marjorie exclaimed. She studied the 
piles of refuse heaped to either side of her and shook her head, her eyes 
flashing with girlish indignation. "Honestly, Henry! I must admit that the 
two of us have hardly met, but it disgusts me that you should have to live 
like. .. like an animal like this! It's terrible! Doesn't the State give you 
any money?" 

"A little." 

"Well they should certainly give you a lot more than this!" Marjorie 
continued angrily. "Honestly, I may be just a small town girl, but one thing 
about coming from the country is that we do have a sense of human dignity. 
It's simply shameful that you should be treated like this, regardless of how 
dishonorable your past might have been. Something ought to be done about it. 
A life must be worth more than this. . . ." 

Suddenly Henry stopped walking, so quickly that Jarjorie almost bumped into 
him. For a moment he said nothing; he held his head up and glanced quickly 
from side to side, like a dog searching for a missing scent. Then he turned 
around and stood before Marjorie face to face. Immediately she noticed there 
was something in his expression that she hadn't detected before. His eyes 
were wild and open, his lips were curled in a strange smile; in the dim 
light of the alleyway she could see a feverish, transfixed glimmer shining 
in his gaze. 

"Henry, what is it?" Marjorie asked. She narrowed her eyes and studied him 
curiously. "Why are we stopping?" 

"Why do you think?" Henry replied. "We're here." 

Marjorie knotted her forehead and studied Henry's expression a moment 
longer. Then she looked around her. They were standing next to a small 
clearing in the center of the alley, like a void appearing inexplicably in 
the middle of an ocean wave. The clearing was dominated by a barren, 
delapidated mattress. On one side of it there was an open can of dog food 
with a spoon in it; on the other, there was a pile of dirty old clothes. 

"What?!" Marjorie exclaimed confusedly. She stared at the old mattress and 
looked at Henry disbelievingly. "Henry, what are you talking about? I 
thought you said you lived in a walk-up, in an apartment." 

"I was lying," Henry said calmly. "Actually, I don't really live here at 
all. I just kind of go from place to place." 

"Henry ..." 

"I guess I lie about a lot of things," Henry continued easily. 

Marjorie widened her eyes and stared at him speechlessly. Then Henry took a 
step closer to her, and as soon as she felt his hot breath against her skin 
she knew what she was in for. A deep shudder ran convulsively up her spine, 
goosebumping her skin and making her muscles freeze in terror. Oh no, 
Marjorie thought. Her cheeks flushed; her expression contorted in fear. Oh 
no oh no oh nooo-oo.... 

"Now let's get one thing straight," Henry said calmly. He stepped even 
closer to her, so close that she could feel the buttons of his ragged 
overcoat against the pastel print of her conservative dress. Then he locked 
his fingers around her wrist and squeezed it so hard that she winced with 
the pain. "You make one fucking noise-one motherfucking peep, anything at 
all-and I slit your throat like a goddamn puppy. I mean that, honey. You 
don't mean a thing to me. Nothing, absolutely nothing at all." 

"What are you going to do to me?" Marjorie whispered helplessly. 

"What do you think I'm going to do to you?" Henry asked. , - 

"I don't know." 

Henry widened his eyes and stared at Marjorie disbelievingly. Then his lips 
curled into a ruthless smile and he giggled softly under his breath. 
"Christ," he muttered, "Jesus Christ." 

All Marjorie could do was shake her head reflex-ively back and forth and 
stare. Then Henry moved to begin the rape. Stepping towards her, he raised 
his free hand and fumbled with the buttons of her dress. The buttons seemed 
to give him trouble; Henry swore briefly under his breath and simply tore 
them away, rending a slit in her dress that exposed her milk white flesh 
down to her navel. Marjorie shuddered and closed her eyes. Henry smiled and 
reached into the slit, lewdly fondling the enormous globes of her breasts 
through the lacy white fabric of the brassiere. At the same time his grip 
around her wrist seemed to grow tighter and tighter by the moment, holding 
her captive in the terrible unrelenting darkness. 

 Chapter 2 

"Please don't hurt me," Marjorie whimpered softly. She kept her eyes tightly 
shut and shivered helplessly. Already she could feel the pouting lips of her 
pussy moistening against the sheer fabric of her panties, and a shameful 
blush of embarrassment permeated her cheeks as she recognized her own 
ravenous arousal. "Please, don't hurt me," she repeated. "I promise I'll do 
anything you say." 

"You got nice tits," Henry said. He chuckled and continued to fondle her 
bosom through the brassiere, making her mammary glands ache with the 
pressure of his fingers. "Jesus .. .they're so goddamn big and firm ... best 
tits I've ever seen." Henry groaned and lifted his hand to the center of her 
lacy white undergarment. Then with one savage movement he tore the brassiere 
from her body and let it flutter to the pavement. Instantly the voluptuous 
orbs of her breasts burst forth like two heavily swaying melons, capped by 
two silver dollar sized, dusky pink nipples that were already distended 
stiffly with her salacious desire. Henry groaned more loudly and stared at 
her exposed tits with widened, lustful eyes. Then he wrapped both his arms 
tightly around her slender back and thrust his head into her jiggling 
cleavage. Marjorie felt his lips touch the milk white skin of her bosom; 
Henry took her right nipple into his mouth and sucked it extremely hard, 
tugging and licking at the sensitive pink flesh as if he expected to draw 
milk. 

"Unhhhhhh," Marjorie groaned. Her throat thickened, and her face contorted 
in an expression of agonized fear and excitement. "Please don't do that," 
she whimpered. She lifted her hand and gently placed it against Henry's gray 
hair, afraid to do anything else to discourage him. "Please don't do that 
... can't you just get it over with ... if you have to." 

"Shut up," Henry muttered. But his words lacked any real ferocity; he was 
obviously much too horny now to be angry about anything. Without removing 
his sucking lips from her erected nipple he pushed his hand under her dress 
and gently slid it over her slender shoulders. Then he pushed it down her 
back around her long tapering legs, leaving her naked except for her sheer 
bikini panties. "Step out of it," he demanded. "And kick off those heels." 

"Oh God," Marjorie whimpered. She hesitated and bit her lip. Then she 
stepped out of her conservative dress and quickly kicked off her three inch 
heels, wincing as she realized she was scuffing them on the hard concrete 
floor of the alley. 

"Oh shit," Henry muttered. He withdrew from his embrace and took a step 
backwards. For several seconds he simply ogled her mouth watering nakedness, 
staring with unconcealed lust at her long, ivory smooth legs, the suppleness 
of her slender waist and the incredible swell of her bared bosom. "I really 
know how to pick 'em," he muttered, speaking to himself as if Marjorie 
wasn't there at all. "Oh yeah yeah yeah I really do." 

"Please don't do this to me," Marjorie mewled softly. She knew it was 
probably a bad idea to beg for her chastity-Henry might be angered, and then 
he would really hurt her-but she was too frightened to stop herself. "I'm 
not really very . .. sexually experienced. I mean I've only done it a couple 
of times and. .. it was never anything like this.' Oh please, can't you just 
do it to someone else?" 

"I told you to shut your mouth," Henry said drily. He snapped his fingers 
and gestured towards the mattress. "Okay. Now take off those panties and lie 
down there like a good girl." 

"Oh no ..." 

"You do what I fucking tell you to do," Henry hissed menacingly. "Remember 
what I told you." 

Marjorie whimpered and closed her eyes briefly in an effort to control 
herself. Her eyes were moist with tears, and she could feel herself blushing 
crimson at the idea of being so nakedly exposed to a stranger. Finally she 
lifted her hands and gently insinuated her fingers under the hem of her 
bikini panties. Then she slowly slid them down the long taper of her milk 
white thighs, stepping out of them and leaving herself as naked as the day 
she was born. 

"Oh my God!" Henry exclaimed loudly. 

It took Marjorie a moment to figure out why her assailant was so suddenly 
excited. Then she realized that he was staring at her pussy, and the blush 
in her cheeks became that much more shameful. Her pubic vee was soft and 
fleecy brown, running in a luxurious river of hair into the juncture of her 
thighs to delicately fringe her labia. The pouting slit of her vagina was 
exceptionally small and pink. Marjorie had not had much sexual experience at 
the age of eighteen, but what little she had, had taught her that she had an 
exquisitely tight cuntal orifice. 

That was what he was looking at, she realized. He was looking at her tight 
pussy and thinking how good it would feel to fuck her. Marjorie whimpered 
helplessly and bit her lower lip. This was humiliating, she thought; this 
was the most humiliating moment of her life. 

"Okay, I'm not gonna wait anymore," Henry muttered. As he continued to stare 
at the pouting lips of her moist pussy his eyes glinted feverishly, and he 
no longer looked quite sane. "Get on the mattress and spread your legs." 

Marjorie shuddered and grimaced with embarrassment. Then she walked gingerly 
to the mattress and sat down on it. Beneath the plump cheeks of her peach 
shaped buttocks the mattress felt old and dirty, as if it was infested with 
bugs and rodents. Marjorie shivered and squirmed to its center. 

"Spread your legs," Henry muttered insistently. "Come on goddamn it, spread 
'em wide apart!" 

Marjorie moaned and closed her eyes. Then she splayed her milk white thighs 
as far apart as they would go, nakedly displaying the hair fringed fissure 
of her cuntal orifice. 

"Oh God," Henry sighed. 

The sight of Marjorie's delectable pussy seemed to unnerve the rapist 
completely. For several seconds he simply stared at her, widening his eyes 
in unabashed lust. Then he quickly began to remove his clothes. He 
unbuttoned the overcoat and let it fall to the ground behind him. Beneath it 
he was wearing only a ragged T-shirt and a pair of old slacks; for the first 
time Marjorie saw the enormous bulge of his throbbing erection, and her 
throat thickened with involuntary desire. Henry unbuckled his pants and 
stepped out of them. Then he was naked from the waist down, from the bottom 
of his T-shirt to the tops of his heavy paratrooper's boots. 

"Oh God," Marjorie breathed softly. She widened her eyes and stared 
speechlessly at the shaft of Henry's enormous member. It was easily the 
biggest prick she had ever seen, almost nine inches long and just as thick. 
The long, bloated shaft was completely engorged with blood, swollen to rock 
hard stiffness. Even in the dim light she could see the welter of blue veins 
standing out luridly along the underside of his dick, the way his spongy, 
purplish cock head bobbed and twitched obscenely next to his navel. A deep 
shudder of ravenous passion coursed through Marjorie's loins, making her 
nipples stiffen and the hair fringed lips of her pussy moisten wetly with 
the flow of her womanly juices. This was turning her on. It was shameful, 
but it was. His cock was so big and thick, and it looked so incredibly 
hard... she just couldn't help it. 

"Lie on your back," Henry murmured hoarsely. He held the shaft of his meaty 
erection tightly in his fist, making its blue-veined stiffness throb 
wickedly in his hand. "And spread your legs a little farther." 

Marjorie quickly did as she was told, and Henry stepped onto the mattress. 
For several seconds he just stared at her, lustfully studying the full 
globes of her breasts, the lush mound of her pubic vee and the way her ivory 
smooth skin seemed to glow in the dim light of the alley. Then he knelt 
between her nakedly splayed thighs, positioning herself so that the shaft of 
his throbbing prick twitched directly before her hair fringed fissure. 
Leaning forward, he planted his hands into the mattress to either side of 
her shoulders for support and hovered over her, so close that the fabric of 
his T-shirt touched her rosy-pink nipples. Marjorie groaned and flushed more 
deeply. Henry slowly bent his arms, nestling the weight of his torso into 
her curvaceous nakedness until he was relaxed completely on top of her. His 
hips wriggled between her splayed thighs; he contracted the cheeks of his 
buttocks, and suddenly Marjorie felt the swollen head of his mushroom shaped 
crown enter the pouting lips of her moist vagina. 

"Ohhhh," Marjorie whimpered. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, trying to 
restrain the raging heat that coursed through her hair fringed fissure. "Oh 
God," she moaned, repeating the phrase incessantly. "Oh God oh God oh God 
..." 

"That's right honey, that's right," Henry muttered wickedly. "You just lie 
there and take it." He squirmed between her thighs and arched his back, 
impaling another inch of his hardened penis into the clasping lips of her 
pussy. Then he contracted his muscular buttocks and slowly drove his hips 
into her body, sliding inch after inch of his blood engorged member into her 
cunt. As he did so his breathing quickened and his expression contorted with 
depraved lust, as if he could barely stand the exquisitely clinging warmth 
of her vagina. "Oh Christ," he muttered. "Your cunt... oh God is it tight 
... so fucking tight ... unnngggghhhhhh!" Henry murmured and adjusted the 
position of his hips. Then he began to drive his swollen stiffness into her 
pussy much harder, filling her pouting labia to the point of bursting with 
the meaty thickness of his throbbing dick. 

"Awwwwwwnhhhhhhh," Marjorie mewled hotly. Her cheeks flushed pink with her 
wanton arousal, and she flared her nostrils animalishly apart. She no longer 
felt afraid or disgusted or abused; instead she felt extreme excitement, and 
the knowledge of her own growing horniness humilated her more than anything 
else. She could feel Henry's prick inside her now, its blue veined thickness 
chafing against her distended clitoris and stretching the walls of her labia 
to the bursting point, and it felt incredibly good; his organ was bi'gger 
and thicker than anything she had ever imagined. Marjorie mewled more loudly 
and unconsciously arched her back, lasciviously thrusting her gurgling slit 
into the stabbing impalement of his erection. Then she closed her eyes tight 
and bit her lower lip, forcing herself to remain silent. No, she thought 
resolutely, she couldn't show him, couldn't show him how good it felt If she 
did that she would be nothing more than a common whore. 

"Unggghhhhh . .. unggggghhhh ... unhhhhh-hhhkr He gasped and fell heavily 
into Marjorie's supine torso, wetly inserting the last several inches of his 
bloated organ into the fleshy lips of her cunt. For a second he simply lay 
between her thighs without moving a muscle, savoring the incredible 
tightness of her pussy as her vaginal sheath warmly encased the thickness of 
his member. In the dim light Marjorie could see his depraved expression, his 
thin lips curled into a smile of pure lust. Henry groaned and slowly, 
achingly withdrew the length of his blood engorged prick until only the 
spongy head parted her pouting labia. With one heavy thrust he drove it back 
in again. Then he quickly began to pound his buttocks into her loins in an 
animalistic frenzy of lust, fucking her cunt with faster and faster strokes 
of his throbbing erection. 

"Do you like that, honey?" Henry murmured. He smiled wickedly and studied 
Marjorie's expression, at the same time delivering a particularly violent 
thrust of his engorged member into her pussy. "I'll bet that feels real 
good, doesn't it? Rape isn't so bad ... I'll bet you're really digging this 
a lot. You just love the way I fuck you, don't you sweetheart? Don't you?" 

"Unhhhhhhhhh," Marjorie whimpered. She gasped and began to sway her-head 
instinctively back and forth on the mattress, making the long blonde tresses 
of her hair muss over her eyes. The force of her gutteral desires were 
becoming less and less easy to control. With every thrust of Henry's 
tumescent cock she could feel her clitoris pulsing with her genital heat, 
the lips of her labia contracting feverishly around the turgid stiffness of 
his member. It felt so good, she thought vaguely... his big hard dick, 
driving into her pussy, fucking her again and again ... it felt better than 
anything she'd imagined in her life. Marjorie grimaced, squinting her eyes 
and drawing her ripe lips back to expose her pearly white teeth. She knew 
she had to restrain herself, but by now it was almost impossible, 
desperately wanting to respond to the tempo of Henry's fucking, to wrap her 
long tapering legs around his back and drive her jiggling buttocks off the 
mattress, meeting every satisfying stroke of his rampant erection. Her whole 
body felt as if it would explode. 

"What's the matter honey, don't you like the way I fuck you?" Henry chuckled 
sadistically. He grinned and studied Marjorie's expression, obviously aware 
of the schism between her conscience and her loins. Then he suddenly 
intensified the rhythm of his fucking dramatically. His powerful hips bucked 
between her nakedly splayed thighs, pounding the greased length of his 
swollen organ frantically into her gurgling cuntal fissure; he fucked her 
harder and harder, so violently that the mattress creaked obscenely beneath 
them. "Maybe... unh... maybe you'll dig it a little better if I fuck you 
harder! You like that, honey? Nnnnnngggghhhh,. .. I'll bet you like that 
now, don't you? I'll bet you just love to get fucked good and hard!" 

"Awwwwwngggghhhhh," Marjorie moaned throatily. For a moment longer she bit 
her lip and held her body motionless, doing everything she could to restrain 
the ravenous heat that coursed through her loins. Then the force of her 
wanton arousal became more than she could stand. Marjorie whimpered 
lasciviously and gently began to buck her girlishly small buttocks off the 
mattress, thrusting her pubic mound eagerly into the spearing stiffness of 
Henry's member. Immediately she felt her arousal intensifying, her loins 
churning and aching with the indescribable sensations of copulation. 
Marjorie groaned and began to buck her hips off the mattress that much 
harder. Then it was as if a string had snapped inside her brain, and she was 
no longer capable of restraining anything. "Unhhhhhhh!" Marjorie mewled 
hotly. A deep groan escaped her lips, flaring her nostrils and flushing her 
cheeks with horniness. She lifted her legs and twined them almost shyly 
around Henry's back. Then she clasped her milk white thighs around his waist 
as tightly as she could, furiously driving her buttocks off the mattress to 
meet every satisfying stroke of his throbbing erection. 

"I thought you liked that," Henry muttered cruelly. He chuckled and stared 
down at her agonized expression, obviously relishing the control he had over 
her body. Inside her ravaged pussy, the length of his cock throbbed and 
pulsed with every beat of his heart, as if it had a life of its own. "Tell 
me how much you like it," Henry commanded. He withdrew the length of his 
swollen member until only the first several inches parted the fleshy lips of 
her vagina. Then he changed the rhythm of his fucking dramatically, making 
it slower and more violent, hammering his massive organ into her lush pubic 
mound in steady, vicious strokes. "Say 'fuck me', honey. Go ahead; you know 
you want to. Say it, sweetheart. Tell me ... unh ... tell me how much you 
like it when I fuck you!" 

"Fuck me," Marjorie moaned throatily. The shameless obscenity burbled 
uncontrollably out of her lips, as if all connection between her conscience 
and her voice had been severed. She couldn't help it. 

His cock was so big and hard and stiff, and it felt so good; she knew she 
was just about to cum. "Fuck me," Marjorie repeated. She whimpered and 
tightened the grip of her ivory smooth thighs 
aroundhisbuckinghips."Unhhhhhhhhh!.. .ohyes ... oh God ... harder! 
Unggghhhhhh ... ohhhhh-hh God... that's right... fuck me harder... I can 
feel it... nnnnnngggghhhhhh ... I'm gonna cum ... harder ... fuck me as hard 
as you can...." 

A feverish glimmer appeared in Henry's eyes, and his lips curled in a 
strangely sadistic smile. "You're just a little whore, aren't you honey?" he 
muttered. Henry groaned and let his head fall into the jiggling globes of 
Marjorie's bosom. Then he clasped his lips around her turgid nipple and 
eagerly sucked the distended pink bud of her breast even as he continued to 
ream out her cunt with the blue veined stiffness of his bloated organ. "I'll 
bet... nn-nngggghhhh ... bet you like that too, don't you honey? Unhhhh . .. 
I'll bet you just love it!" 

"Awwwwwgggghhhhhh!" Marjorie whimpered. She moaned and dug her fingers hotly 
into the back of Henry's neck, salaciously pulling his mouth further into 
the resilient flesh of her breast. As he sucked her tit she could feel the 
heat raging even more intensely through her loins, as if his sucking had 
drawn a sensual line between her aching nipple and the pouting lips of her 
moist pussy. Then Marjorie. felt the first tightening in her lower back, and 
she knew she was about to cum. 

"Fuck me Henry, fuck me harder!" she hissed salaeiously. Groaning and 
grunting, she threw up her long tapering legs until her knees nearly touched 
his neck. Then she pounded her buttocks off the mattress in a shamelessly 
wanton frenzy, eagerly thrusting her gurgling slit into the stabbing 
impalement of his blood engorged member. "Harder Henry harder! Awwwww God 
I'm gonna cum! Unggghhhhhh... fuck me, fuck my pussy. Oh God I'm cumming! 
Awwwwwwwww! Harder! FUCK ME HARDER I'M CUMMING! UNGGG-HHHH! UNGGHHHHH I'M 
CUUMMMIIIII-NNNNGGGGGG...." 

The wrenching spasms of orgasm ravaged Marjorie's eighteen year old body 
with a tornado like intensity, forcing her expression into an agonized 
grimace and making the walls of her vagina contract spasmodically around the 
thrusting shaft of Henry's organ. For a moment she simply poised motionless 
on the mattress, groaning as the pleasurable sensations repeatedly coursed 
through her loins. Then, finally, the spasms subsided away. Marjorie 
whimpered and let her legs fall slowly from Henry's waist. Her girlishly 
plump cheeks flooded with color; her moist full lips curled into a lurid 
smile of wanton consummation. 

"Unggggghhhh!" Henry grunted. He gasped and fell heavily into her body, 
burying every inch of his massive erection into the dripping folds of her 
vagina. For a moment the shaft of his member grew to rock hard stiffness 
deep inside her body. Then Henry orgasmed as well. The enormous load of his 
seminal fluid exploded out of his twitching cock, gushing and spurting 
repeatedly into her ravaged vaginal sheath. There was so much of his sperm 
that her pussy couldn't hold it. Marjorie could feel the creamy white 
torrent filling her cunt to repletion, then running luridly out of her 
vaginal orifice down the milk white flesh of her inner thigh. 

"Oh Christ," Henry muttered. He shook his head and winced, savoring the last 
sensations of cum-ming as the final droplets of sperm dripped out of his 
erected prick. Then, like a thief leaving the scene of the crime, he began 
to move as quickly as possible. "See you around!" he exclaimed happily. He 
pulled his now softening member out of her reeking pussy and immediately 
reached for his pants. As Marjorie watched him he put on all his clothes, 
picked up the bundle of clothing to one side of the mattress and rather 
contemptuously kicked the can of dog food out of sight. Henry paused, 
scanning the mattress and Marjorie's naked body, as if checking to see if he 
had forgotten anything. Then he smiled, waved and immediately ran out of the 
alleyway, vanishing quickly out of sight. 

It took Marjorie a moment to realize she was now alone. When she finally 
did, she expelled a deep 

breath of air and relaxed slightly on the mattress, as if an enormous weight 
had been removed from her body. Then she lifted her head and stared blankly 
at the sky. She did not feel bad. She knew she ought to feel bad, and she 
was sure that as soon as the impact of the experience caught up with her she 
would feel incredibly humiliated by her shameless reaction to it. But right 
now... Marjorie sighed and shook her head. Right now she felt nothing at 
all. The only thing she was conscious of was a vague aching in her pussy, 
and the way her whole body felt warm and soothed by the consummation of 
orgasm. There was no way around it, she had to admit; the fucking had been 
extremely satisfying. 

 Chapter 3 

"Look," Marjorie said impatiently. She fidgeted on the antiseptic looking 
operating table and stared at Rick imploringly. "What was your name? ... 
Rick ... Rick, I absolutely have to get out of here. You don't understand. I 
have to be at work first thing in the morning! It's my first day and if I'm 
late he'll fire me. Isn't there anything you can do?" 

"Sorry," Rick said. The handsome young hospital attendant shrugged his 
shoulders and took another sip from his mug of coffee. "I just work here, 
like I said. If I let you go it'd be my ass up a creek for sure." 

"Oh God," Marjorie sighed. She shook her head miserably back and forth and 
stared at the tiled floor of the waiting room. It was now almost two-thirty 
in the morning, over four hours since her encounter with Henry. After his 
departure, one thing had happened rapidly after another. The police had come 
almost immediately; evidently a neighbor had heard their frenzied groaning 
in the alleyway, and for once someone had decided to get involved. The 
police had not been at all undestanding; instead they had been downright 
abusive, as if it had been her own fault that she had been raped. They'd 
asked her all sort of insulting questions in the squad car, and after three 
humiliating hours of fingerprints, questioning and interrogation they'd more 
or less dumped her off at the city hospital. The city hospital was little 
better. The doctors and attendant nurses were much too jaded to be at all 
concerned about her, and in the little time she'd been there she'd already 
been shuttled from one room to another. Now she was actually tied down! 
Marjorie looked at the straps holding her on her back on the operating table 
and curled her lips with disgust. All she'd done was told them casually that 
she wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. The first thing the 
nurse listening had done was to order her tied onto the table. It was as if 
they'd had so many women try to escape from their clutches that they knew in 
advance the best way to deal with them. And now she was actually stuck here. 
Marjorie moaned and stared despairingly at the ceiling, almost unable to 
believe her sudden string of bad luck. It was wonderful the way they treated 
rape victims in this city, she thought cynically; they reward you by keeping 
you under quarantine for two weeks, for observation. She couldn't leave the 
hospital! She couldn't even move! Evidently it was all the result of some 
absurd new law the city council has passed a year ago, in response to 
pressure from a woman's activist group. The new law was obviously hopelessly 
misguded. Even the doctors agreed that it was important to let a rape victim 
stay in the hispital two weeks if she wanted to, but a terrible thing to 
hold her there against her own free will. But the law was the law, and there 
was nothing she could do about it. They would allow her to call her new 
employer, Mr. Jackson, in the morning to attempt an explanation, but 
Marjorie didn't have to remind herself how much good that would do. "I'm 
sorry Mr. Jackson, but I'm going to be a little bit late for work ... like 
about two weeks!" She could just hear herself saying it. No, Marjorie 
thought, shaking her head for emphasis. No, there was no doubt about it; 
he'd dismiss her right on the spot. Then she'd have neither job nor money, 
and she'd have no choice left but to go back to Renston. And she couldn't 
let that happen, no matter what. She had to get out of here. Right now it 
was the only thing on her mind, the experience of the rape had been 
incredibly terrifying and humiliating for her, but she'd hardly had a chance 
to think of it. Even more important to her was the necessity of leaving the 
hospital and keeping the pieces of her life as safely secured together as 
was possible. 

"Look," Marjorie began. She shook her long blonde hair out of her eyes and 
stared down her white hospital smock at the hospital attendant's face. "I 
wish ... I just wish there was some way I could make you understand. This is 
my first job. I absolutely have to keep it, no matter what. You've just got 
to let me out of here. I mean, all you have to do is untie these straps and 
that's it. It's so simple! Please!" 

"Sorry, no can do," the attendant replied humorously. He grinned and took 
another sip from his coffee. He's a nice boy, Marjorie thought. Not much 
older than herself. He'd been kind and considerate to her as soon as they'd 
met; that was the only reason she had the courage to ask him to let her ., 
go in the first place. But Rick was obviously quite proud of having his job, 
and he wasn't going to jeopardize it by helping her. It's ridiculous, 
Marjorie thought. It would have been so easy for him. They were all alone in 
the waiting room, just her on the table and him sittting on the bench 
drinking his coffee. He could do anything for her that he wanted. 

"You could say you didn't see me go," Marjorie said helpfully. "Rick, it 
would be so easy. You could say ... there are a hundred things you could 
say!" She strained her head in an effort to see his face; it was hard to 
look at anything but the ceiling when she was tied on her back like this. 
"You can think of some excuses, Rick. It'd be easy, and you're doing ... 
you'd be doing me such a big favor." 

"Like I said, I'd like to help you,". Rick said. He smiled and looked at her 
a little wearily. "But this job is important to me, too. I mean, actually I 
shouldn't even be talking to you at all." 

"Why not?" 

"Well, my break's almost over, for one thing," Rick said. "And for another 
thing I'm not supposed to be farting around like this on break. I ought to 
be checking on the list sheet to see who I've got to be with next hour." 

"Well, thank you very much!" Marjorie said hotly. "It's nice to know you 
consider talking to me the same thing as farting around." 

"Naw, I didn't mean that," Rick said. "I just... well, I just can't help 
you. I might get away with it, but it'd be my ass for sure if they caught 
me. I'd get canned on the spot." 

"Life was made for taking risks," Marjorie said desperately. 

"Not mine," Rick muttered. 

"Look," Marjorie said. She paused and studied the floor, trying to think of 
what she could offer next. "Look, this is my first job, and... well, I don't 
have any money now, but in another couple of weeks, if you could trust me, 
well, I could pay you a hundred dollars if you let me go." 

"Nope," Rick replied. 

"Don't you trust me?" 

"I trust you okay," Rick shrugged. "But a hundred bucks isn't enough to risk 
my job for." 

"How much do you want then?" 

Rick laughed and looked at Marjorie humorously. "You couldn't even pay me 
enough if you wanted to," he said. "They give me good bread here. Like I 
said, I don't want to lose it." 

"It'd be easy," Marjorie murmured. 

"That's what you think," Rick replied. 

Marjorie squinted her eyes and racked her brain for alternatives. It was 
getting more and more difficult; she'd already offered Rick everything she 
could think of. 

"Look," she said finally. "The person I'm going to work for is Walter 
Jackson. He's a very important executive downtown. If .you let me go I might 
be able to ask him, later on, when I got to know him better, I might be able 
to ask him to hire you or something. That could really be the start of 
something big for you, Rick." 

Rick snorted and laughed into his coffee. "You're getting desperate." 

There was a long pause. Marjorie groaned and stared helplessly at the 
ceiling. There was nothing she could do now, she thought miserably; she'd 
already offered Rick everything she had to offer. Marjorie lowered her eyes 
and looked at him, with the same sense of importance as if he were a guard 
with the only key to her prison. Rick studied her casually in return and 
continued to sip his coffee. 

Then Marjorie realized suddenly that Rick was not looking at her face. His 
eyes were focused a few feet downwards from that; he was obviously staring 
at her bosom. The outfit she was wearing was hardly suggestive; the only 
thing she had on was the white hospital smock under the tight leather 
straps, and even her conservative stock of dresses were more appealing than 
that. But the smock couldn't hide everything. Suddenly Marjorie realized 
that her figure was visible through it, and that that was what Rick was 
looking at: the mouthwatering voluptuousness of her eighteen year old body. 
So that was why he was being so friendly to her, she thought; that was 
probably the only reason he was taking his coffee break with her at all. 

A brief shudder ran the length of Marjorie's spine, as if warning her of the 
danger she was about to put herself in. She closed her eyes and relaxed her 
head against the table in an effort to think. Already she was aware of the 
shameful plan forming inside her, and already her conscience was adamantly 
refusing to let her do it. No, she thought. There was just no way she could 
allow herself to ... to offer her body to Rick in exchange for letting her 
go. It was tempting, true enough; it was the only alternative she had left 
that might actually persuade him. But it went against the grain of 
everything her parents had taught her, everything she had believed in and 
adhered to throughout her life. She was a good girl. She didn't go around 
sleeping with strange men, and she certainly didn't do so to gain her own 
advantages. If she let Rick copulate with her in exchange for the favor 
she'd be behaving like nothing more than a common whroe. 

Then Marjorie realized she had to do it. The shudder returned to her spine, 
goosebumping her ivory smooth skin and making her loins begin to ache with a 
wanton, animalish heat. The job with Mr. Jackson was the only thing she had 
left, and if she lost it her life would be ruined completely. She simply had 
to be at work in the morning, and right now it looked as if Rick would be 
the only person who could get her there. She had to sleep with him; that was 
all there was to it. It would be the most debasing shameful thing she had 
ever done, and she knew afterwards that the memory of it and the rape she 
had endured with Henry would haunt her constantly for months. But she had 
to, just this once. 

That was all there was to it. 

"Rick," Marjorie said softly. 

"Yeah?" Rick said. He lifted his eyes to her face and looked at her 
questioningly. 

"Rick," Marjorie began. She paused and closed her eyes, doing everything she 
could to compose herself. "Rick, do you find me ... sexually attractive?" 

Rick said nothing. But as soon as she completed the sentence a wicked 
glimmer appeared in his eyes, and she knew she was on the right track. 

"Rick, if I..." Marjorie sighed and stared at the ceiling, trying to force 
herself to say the shameful proposition. This was so humiliating, she 
thought despairingly; this was the most incredibly embarrassing, humiliating 
thing she'd ever had to endure. "Rick, if I let you ... have sex with me, 
would you let me go?" 

Rick hesitated only a moment. Then the glimmer in his eyes intensified. 
Smiling, he stood up from the bench. His handsome young face was a mask of 
lust and feverish desire; in the crotch of his pants Marjorie could already 
detect the swelling bulge of his stiffening erection. Rick grinned and 
walked slowly towards the table. 

"Now you're talking," he murmured softly. 

 Chapter 4 

"Take off the straps," Marjorie said softly. 

"Not so fast," Rick replied. He stood next to the table and stared lustfully 
at the desirable cur-vaceousness of her figure through the hospital smock. 
"How do I know you won't just up and leave on me without giving me what I 
want?" 

"Oh Rick, don't be ridiculous," Marjorie said. "What do you think I am, a 
liar?" 

"I don't know what to think. I see a lot of weird shit go on here," Rick 
said. He grinned and stared at her breasts. The bulge in his pants was much 
more obvious now; Marjorie could clearly see the blood engorged length of 
his thick member, beating stiffly along the inside of his thigh. "Okay, tell 
you what," Rick said ""I'll undo the bottom strap for now so I can get at 
your pussy. Then I'll undo the top one when-'AVe're finished. 

"Oh God," Marjorie groaned. She blushed and stared despairingly at the 
ceiling. This was so humiliating she could hardly stand it. Rick was 
behaving so disgustingly; it was the most embarrassing thing she had ever 
had to endure. But there was no other alternative. "All right," Marjorie 
said. "Whatever you say." 

"This is going to be fun," Rick muttered to himself. He grabbed the heavy 
silver buckle and quickly undid the strap crossing Marjorie's waist; now the 
only one holding her down was the leather strap crossing just under her 
ample breasts, crossing her arms and pinning her upper torso to the 
leatherette-covered table. Rick panted lightly and pushed the two halves of 
the lower strap off of her. then she was free from her bosom down. A light 
shudder seemed to hold Rick's body, as if he could hardly bear the 
expectation of intercourse. For several seconds he simply stood at the foot 
of the table, staring at Marjorie's body through the smock. Then he raised 
his hands to the row of buttons along the front. One by one he undid them 
all, opening a slit in the smock that ran all the way up to her breasts. 
Rick groaned and slowly drew the halves of the smock apart, like a stage 
hand pulling up a curtain so the act could begin. Immediately the shaft of 
his penis grew much more predominant, standing out so hard and stiff along 
his inner thigh that Marjorie could actually see the mushroom shaped head 
throbbing painfully through his slacks. He could see everything now, she was 
completely and nakedly exposed before him on the table. Rick's eyes wandered 
hungrily over the lush voluptuousness of her body, scanning the ivory 
smoothness of her long tapering legs, her girlish belly bulge and the fleecy 
curls of her pubic vee, resting finally on the tight, moist, pink slit that 
pouted invitingly within. 

"Oh Jesus," Rick muttered. 

"Just get on with it," Marjorie murmured. She blushed and averted her eyes. 
"If this is the only thing that will make you help me... why don't you just 
go ahead and get it over with." 

"Oh God," Rick exclaimed. For several seconds he simply stared lustfully at 
her hair fringed fissure, in obvious awe of the lewd spectacle that lay 
before him. Then he leanrd across the table and lowered his head into her 
loins, so close that his nose hovered a few scant inches over her moistened 
cuntal orifice. Majorie shivered and tried reflexively to squirm away from 
him. Rick placed his fingers gently on the sensitive flesh of her inner 
thighs and slowly moved them apart, moving his mouth that much closer to the 
pungent aroma of her hair fringed pussy. 

"Spread your legs," he said, softly but meaningfully. "Spread them as far 
apart as you can and stick your heels into the sides of the table." 

"Rick, please," Marjorie said pleadingly. She widened her eyes and stared at 
him in despairing humiliation. Then she realized she had no choice but to 
obey him. The pouting lips of her cunt were already wet with her profusion 
of juices, and she could already feel the wanton genital heat raging through 
her loins; she only prayed that her animalish cravings didn't get the better 
of her, as they had with Henry. Marjorie closed her eyes briefly and 
hesitated a second longer. Then she lifted her long tapering legs and slowly 
spread her milk white thighs as far apart as she could, planting her heels 
into the edge of the operating table and completely exposing the sizzling 
cleft of her tight cuntal orifice. 

"Do you like that?" she said angrily. She blushed with embarrassment and 
stared at Rick as furiously as she could. "I'll bet that's just what you 
wanted." 

"It sure is," Rick murmured distractedly. The sight of Marjorie's openly 
exposed cunt seemed to unnerve him completely. She could see the sweat 
beading out on his reddened forehead now, his expression evolving gradually 
into a gutteral mask of lust and desire. Rick dug his fingers into her inner 
thighs and squirmed his head a little closer to her vaginal opening, draping 
his torso across the table and letting his legs hang off the edge. He pushed 
his hands under the backs of her thighs and clasped his fingers around the 
girlishly rounded, peach shaped cheeks of her bare ass. Then he brought his 
mouth against the hair fringed fissure of her pussy. Suddenly Marjorie felt 
his lips and tongue touch the outer folds of her vagina, twirling and 
licking around the most sensitive nerves of her body. Rick groaned and moved 
his head a little closer, burying his face completely between her nakedly 
splayed thighs. His fingers dug harder into the cheeks of her buttocks and 
lewdly began to squeeze them, kneading and fondling the orbs of her ass 
until she felt an insistent warmth emanating from the depths of her loins. 
His tongue and lips became more insistent against the flowered lips of her 
moist labia. Then Rick thrust his tongue into the pink sheath of her vagina 
and suddenly began to suck her pussy in a frenzied demonstration of lust, 
laving his tongue wildly through the flow of her juices and clasping his 
lips hungrily around the glistening, swollen bud of her stiff clitoris. 

"UngggghhhhhhJ" Marjorie grunted. Immediately she felt her whole body 
responding to the lascivious intensity of Rick's sucking. Her throat 
thickened, and the blush in her cheeks spread across her entire face; her 
eyes lidded dully with the force of her arousal, and then her lips parted in 
an uncontrollable gasp. She could feel it now, the ravenous passion coursing 
through her loins and swelling her labia lips with desire. Rick's sucking 
was incredibly good; her clitoris was completely erect in his mouth, 
pulsating insistently with the need for orgasm; she knew that if he kept it 
up she would shortly lose all control. "Please Rick, don't do that,"she 
murmured. She moaned and tried to squirm away from his hotly wriggling 
tongue on the table. "Rick stop it... you don't have to do that. I don't 
want you to." But Marjorie knew that her words lacked any real meaning. It 
was only her conscience speaking, her sense of morality and restraint trying 
to hold onto the last shreds of decency she had. Deep down inside she knew 
that she was really enjoying the sucking of her pussy very much. 

"Oh Christ," Rick muttered. He lifted his head from her loins and paused a 
moment to simply stare at her hair fringed pussy, blatantly studying the 
moist, pouting lips and the shining stiffness of her erected elitoris. 
"Jesus do you taste good," he muttered. "Your cunt is so sweet and so 
fucking tight... oh Jesus." Rick lowered his head and gave her clitoris a 
titillating lick, sending hot spasms of agonizing desire shooting through 
Marjorie's vagina. Then he lowered his head completely against her lush 
pubic mound and again resumed the sucking of her cunt. This time he sucked 
her pussy much harder; his lips suctioned around the pouting, swollen lips, 
and his tongue danced around her pulsating clitoris in a feverish frenzy of 
lust. "Unhhhh ... no Rick... stop it... ungggg hhhh-hhhh ... stop it 
Ricky... ohhh... ohhh... awww-nngggghhhhhh . . ." Marjorie whimpered. 
Grimacing, she pushed her elbows against the table and tried to squirm away 
from the wriggling wetness of his tongue. But it was impossible. The 
remaining strap dug hard into her rib cage, rubbing painfully against the 
underside of her breasts and making it difficult to move more than a couple 
of inches. Suddenly Marjorie stopped struggling and relaxed completely on 
top of the table. The guttural heat raging through her loins was fast 
growing out of control, becoming more than she could stand. Her cheeks were 
flushed crimson now, her eyes full and her lips parted salaciously with the 
mounting tide of her ravenous passion. With every movement of Rick's expert 
mouth against her pussy she could feel the wetness in her loins growing less 
resistible, her whole body stiffening eagerly in expectation of cumming. 
Marjorie moaned throatily and closed her eyes. For a second longer she tried 
to suppress the wanton sexual heat pouring through her body. Then it became 
more than she could stand. Marjorie whimpered and almost imperceptibly 
splayed her milk white thighs a little further apart, arching her back in a 
shameless attempt to get more of Rick's wriggling tongue within the pink 
lips of her gurgling slit. Then she lightly began to grind her rounded 
buttocks off the table, eagerly thrusting her lush pubic mound again and 
again into his face. 

"That's right, baby, that's right," Rick murmured. He grinned and dug his 
fingers harder into the shivering cheeks of her ass, pulling her vagina 
hungrily into his mouth. "You're really going now, honey. Go ahead, baby. 
Let it all come out." 

"Harder Rick," Marjorie panted wantonly. She grimaced and writhed 
shamelessly on the table, unable to stand the guttural heat raging 
insistently through her loins. "Unggghhh... oh yes Ricky, do it harder ... 
that's right... ungggggghhh hhh... oh God it's so good... I'm going to cum 
Ricky, suck me harder... nnnggg... nggggggggg... awwwnhhh hhhhhhhhh..." 

"Jesus!" Rick exclaimed reverently. He raised his head momentarily from her 
sizzling vaginal cleft and stared at her face, obviously amazed by the 
quickness with which her sexual passions had seized her. Marjorie's face was 
a mask of agonizing genital desire. Her eyes were squinted, her lips were 
drawn back salaciously over her pearly white teeth; with every thrust of 
Rick's tongue in her moistened cuntai orifice she shook her head helplessly 
back and forth, obviously overwhelmed by the sodomistic pleasure of his 
sucking. Rick smiled and stared again at the fleshy lips of her cunt. Her 
labia were bright pink and extremely swollen; there was no doubt that she 
was. on the verge of cumming. Still smiling, Rick opened his mouth wide and 
clasped his lips lasciviously around the aching bud of her erect clitoris. 
Then he directed all the intensity of'his sucking to the bud of her 
womanhood, pursing his lips around it and puckering his cheeks to draw it 
completely into his mouth. 

"Ungghhh unggghhh unggg ggghhhhhhhhh!" Marjorie mewled. Her throat 
thickened, and the blush in her cheeks became red and feverish; every muscle 
in her body seemed to lock and tighten like a hard steel knot. She could 
feel the depraved guttural spasms coursing through her body now, 
goosebumping her naked skin and making the inner walls of her cunt contract 
spasmodically against each other, as if sucking in the meaty erection she so 
desperately needed. Marjorie gritted her teeth and lifted her rounded 
buttocks off the table, thrusting her hair fringed fissure wantonly into 
Rick's mouth Then she felt the first spasms emanating from deep inside her 
womb, and she realized that she was about to have her orgasm. 

"Suck it Rick, suck it harder!" Marjorie squealed. She grimaced and shook 
her head uncontrollably back and forth. Then she arched her back and began 
to pound her jiggling ass hard off the table, thrusting her pussy again and 
again into the wriggling wetness of Rick's tongue. "Awww www Ricky! Harder 
Ricky harder, I'm going to cum! Unggghhh ... oh yes yes I can feel it... 
unggghhhh... awww-nhhhhhh . . . UNGGHHHHH! HARDER I'm cumming! UnggHH OH GOD 
I'M CUMMII-NNNGGGGGG GGGGGG ..." 

The consummating spasms of orgasm raced in-cesantly through Marjorie's 
ravished body, making her clitoris pulsate rhythmically against Rick's 
tongue and her powerful vaginal muscles contract tightly together. For a 
long moment Marjorie simply remained motionless on the table, grimacing in 
pleasurable agony as the spasms ravaged her body again and again. Then, 
finally, they diminished inside her. Marjorie whimpered and slowly let her 
naked buttocks fall back to the smooth, cool leatherette surface. Then she 
closed her eyes, smiling with shameful ecstasy as she savored the warm 
tingling aftermath of her consummation. 

"Look at this, baby," Rick muttered. 

Marjorie stirred and lazily opened her eyes. Then her lips parted in a 
helpless gasp, and she fearfully tried to move back on the table. Rick had 
removed his pants. The crumpled heap of his white, hospital attendant's 
slacks lay on the tiled floor next to the table, next to his white jockey 
shorts. He was standing directly in front of her now, naked from the hem of 
his shirt to his shoes and socks. In the bright light of the waiting room 
the shaft of his stiffened prick seemed to look even more massive and 
menacing than it really was, like some terrible sexual demon prepared to 
ravage her naked body. Rick's bloated organ was completely engorged with 
blood; it was the hardest cock Marjorie had ever seen, standing at attention 
so that the spongy head twitched next to his navel, and as she looked at it, 
it seemed to grow even harder. She could see the welter of blue veins 
standing out along the underside of his erection, the adder-like shape of 
the crown and the way it swelled and throbbed with the intensity of his 
desire. And she could see how big it was. Marjorie widened her eyes and 
squirmed on the table, unable to take her eyes away from the erected 
stiffness of his organ. It was as big and thick as an iron pipe, standing 
straight out from his loins like a battering ram made of hard pink flesh. 
She tried to imagine what his dick would feel like in her cunt, and the 
image filled her with an unbearable mixture of fear and desire. 

"It's a big one, isn't it," Rick muttered. He grinned and wrapped his 
fingers around the tumescent stalk of his phallus, making it bound and pulse 
lewdly in his fist. "You're really going to like this, honey. All the girls 
say it feels really good." Rick smiled and licked his lips, as if 
anticipating the intensity of Marjorie's pleasure. Then he climbed onto the 
long operating table and knelt between her nakedly splayed thighs, holding 
his blood engorged member before him so that the spongy head twitched and 
bobbed before the sizzling cleft of her moist pussy. 

"No," Marjorie murmured softly. She widened her eyes fearfully and tried to 
squirm away on the table, keeping her eyes riveted to the throbbing 
stiffness of his cock. "No Rick, don't," she pleaded helplessly. "You 
already . .. you already had sex with me. Don't do that to me ... no ... no 
..." 

Rick ignored her completely. A wickedly feverish grin spread across his 
face, making him look like the personification of Satan. Smiling, he leaned 
over Marjorie's helplessly captive body and stretched his arms out to either 
side of her shoulders, supporting his weight on his palms. Then he flexioned 
his buttocks, lowering his torso on top of her imprisoned nakedness until 
the meaty thickness of his prick entered the juncture of her thighs. 
Marjorie felt the mushroom shaped head touch the pouting lips of her pussy, 
the purplish flesh of his crown pulsing lewdly against the moistened inner 
folds of her vagina. Rick groaned and squirmed slightly between her thighs. 
Then he slowly, achingly, began to slide the length of his bloated organ 
into the clasping wetness of her cunt. 

"Stop it Ricky, please stop it," Marjorie pleaded girlishly. She winced and 
tried to pull her body away from him. Her loins were already satiated from 
the pleasure of her orgasm, and she was afraid that if he started fucking 
her she might lose control entirely. "Rick. .. stop that Rick, don't put it 
in me ... no Rick ... nooo ..." 

Then Marjorie felt the length of Rick's throbbing erection entering her 
pussy. A deep groan emanated from her throat, parting her lips and making 
her face contort in an expression of agonized desire. Her skin shivered and 
flushed, and in spite of herself her back tightened instinctively in 
expectation of their copulation. She could feel it now, inch after inch of 
his blue veined stiffness sliding into the aching sheath of her vagina. His 
cock was so big and stiff and hard. Its thickness seemed to fill her 
completely, and its length seemed to bore into her with a relentlessly 
delicious pressure. It was so good, Marjorie realized. Their fucking was so 
wonderfully, terribly good... 

"That's good, isn't it baby," Rick hissed wickedly. He winced and continued 
to slide his rampant phallus into her vagina, groaning as he felt the walls 
of her pussy milking and sucking around the blue-veined shaft. Then with one 
heavy movement of his hips he buried the last several inches of his prick 
into her cunt. Rick groaned and paused a moment to savor the sensations of 
complete insertion. Then he immediately began to buck his muscular buttocks 
in and out, in and out, faster by the moment, furiously reaming out 
Marjorie's gurgling cuntal slit in the unmistakably rhythmic motions of 
fucking. 

"Awwww . . . awwww . . . unhhhhhhhhh," Marjorie mewled. For a second longer 
she poised motionless on the table, trying to restrain the shameless 
sensations of lust that wracked her loins and body, then once again the 
pleasure was more, than she could bear. Before Marjorie knew what she was 
doing she arched her back and lifted her long tapering legs into the air. 
She folded her thighs around Rick's back and clasped his torso into her 
breasts, sighing as she felt another inch of his engorged member enter the 
pouting lips of her pussy. Then she quickly and eagerly began to bounce her 
plump buttocks off the table, furiously matching every stroke of his dick 
with one of her own. 

"Puck me Ricky," Marjorie whimpered. She pulled his face into hers and 
showered his cheeks and lips with hot, shameful kisses. Then she tightened 
the grip of her thighs around his waist and bucked against him much harder, 
intensifying the wanton rhythm of their fornication as much as she possibly 
could. She knew that what she was doing was humiliating and demeaning, but 
she no longer cared. All she was aware of now was the way his throbbing 
erection felt inside her pussy, and how good it would be when she felt the 
load of his seminal fluid gushing out of his prick and spurting deep inside 
her cunt. It was so good, she thought. So incredibly, incredibly good.... 

"Oh Jesus," Rick moaned reverently. 

"Harder Ricky!" Marjorie squealed hotly. She raised her legs until her knees 
practically touched his shoulders, pounding her dripping pussy into his 
massive cock as hard and as fast as she could. "Ung-gggghhhhhhgg Ricky! Fuck 
me Ricky I'm going to cum! Awwwwnnnngggghhhh! Oh God it's so big! Harder! 
Unhhh unhhhhh inhhhhhhh fuck me harder Ricky, I'm going to cum! Oh God fuck 
me, fuck me as hard as you can...." 

 Chapter 5 

"I'm sorry, Marjorie, but this letter just isn't good enough," Walter 
Jackson said. Marjorie's tall, aristocratic looking employer shook his head 
and tossed the typed letter onto his mahogany desk. Then he folded his hands 
behind his head and leaned back in his heavy leather chair, calmly surveying 
the opulent furnishings of his twenty-fifth floor personal office. "You've 
got two typos in here and you screwed up on the margins," he continued. "If 
I sent this out to any of my assoociates they'd practicallylaugh in my face. 
I've got a business to run here, Marjorie, and these days that business 
depends a great deal on my reputation. I don't want to hurt it, and in the 
past week you've been hurting it more than a little." 

Marjorie said nothing in response. Instead she averted her eyes and stared 
self-consciously at the thick brown carpet, painfully conscious of the way 
her blush of embarrassment was coursing through her cheeks. Outside, beyond 
the desk and Mr. Jackson and the tall, spacious skyscraper windows, it was 
turning into a very pretty morning. The sun was shining brilliantly through 
the crisp blue air, and there wasn't a cloud in sight. Moreover, somewhere 
in the back of her mind Marjorie knew that she was every bit as pretty as 
the morning. She was wearing a print dress she had bought on the advance of 
her first week's salary, and it looked becoming on her; she looked the very 
picture of the ideal personal secretary. But she didn't feel pretty, and she 
knew that as far as secretaries went she was hardly ideal. She knew what was 
coming next. He was going to lecture her, and then he was going to 'let her 
go.' She was about to be fired. She could just see herself explaining that 
to her parents back home. 

It was now the end of her first week as Jackson's secretary, and she kenw 
that her work for five days had been nothing short of abominable. She had 
forgotten phone calls, misplaced files, stumbled over the coordination of 
Mr. Jackson's itinerary; she could hardly even remember how to type a proper 
business letter even, even though she had finished at the top of her class 
back home in Renston. It wasn't the work, she was sure of that. The duties 
of a personal secretary to an important man were extremely demanding, but 
Jackson wasn't a slave driver, and besides, she knew that she was. a very 
capable and intelligent girl. No; the problem was her own state of mind. She 
could hardly think straight anymore; she was always forgetting things; 
sometimes she felt on the verge of tears for no immediate reason at all. She 
was almost ready to think she was losing her mind. 

Her experiences with Henry and Rick had upset her terribly. Marjorie 
shuddered inwardly and stared harder at the carpet, in no hurry to try to 
respond to Mr. Jackson's complaint. How was she going to explain this to 
him, she thought bitterly; how could she possibly? For the past week she had 
felt more humiliated and frightened than ever before in her life. First the 
rape, and then the necessity of submitting to Rick's advances; the 
combination had overwhelmed her completely. She didn't know what to think of 
herself anymore. In Renston she'd always been conscious of her identity, of 
the fact that she was a pretty, wholesome, moral young girl who led a good 
life and was destined to have a good future. Now she felt so humiliated and 
embarrassed by the whole thing that she was beginning to wonder if she was 
much better than a whore. It wouldn't have been so bad if she had been 
simply and coldly repelled by the double rape, but she knew that it hadn't 
been that way at all. It had excited her. One minute she would be tossing 
and turning in another nightmare, dreaming that Henry and Rick were coming 
after her with daggers. The next minute she would be wide awake, imagining 
both of them fucking her again with their big hard penises, and her pussy 
would be so hot that it would feel like it was burning up. Every night she 
had had the nightmares, and every night she had wound up masturbating 
frantically, tossing and turning and stroking her gurgling cunt to one 
orgasm after another, a helpless prisoner of her own depraved lust. During 
the days she was so upset she could hardly see straight, let along 
concentrate on her duties as a secretary. She knew she was screwing up 
everything; she knew it wouldn't be long before Jackson would have to fire 
her. But there was no way she could explain to a man what her humiliation 
was like. 

"Well, Marjorie," Jackson said grimly. He leaned a little further back in 
his chair and regarded her with his piercing grey eyes. "Do you think you'd 
like to try explaining yourself." 

"I don't know if I can," Marjorie said softly. 

"You'd better try," Jackson -said. "How, for instance, would you appraise 
your work for your first week with us?" 

"I guess it's been pretty awful," Marjorie "whispered. 

"Maybe you're not really cut out to be a personal secretary, Marjorie," 
Jackson said. He leaned a little farther back and scrutinized the ceiling of 
the office, obviously trying to figure out the gentlest way of dismissing 
her. "It's obvious that you're trying, of course. You've been fastidiously 
punctual every morning, and your appearance is ^immaculate. If it weren't 
for .. . everything else 'you'd be the best secretary I'd ever hired. But 
frankly that 'everything else' is pretty damn bad." Jackson pushed his chair 
suddenly forward and spread his hands expressively across the desk. "I've 
got a business to run here, Ma.rjorie. I didn't get where I am now by being 
sentimental about my employees. You're trying, but trying isn't good enough. 
In the past week you've put a dent in my operation, and you're supposed to 
be helping me rather than hurting me. Pretty soon the other secretaries are 
going to start wondering why you've been chosen for a more prestigious 
position than they're in. I'm sure you can see my position." 

"Does this mean you're going to have to fire me?" Marjorie asked helplessly. 
" Jackson sighed heavily and shook his head. "I'm afraid that's exactly what 
it means, Marjorie," he said. "I wish there was some alternative to out and 
out dismissal, but there isn't. There aren't any other openings in my 
organization. I'm sure you wouldn't want me to fire one of the other girls 
to make room for you. I regret this, believe me. But I'm just going to have 
to let you go." 

There was a long pause. Marjorie blushed and continued to stare abashedly at 
the floor; her eyes were full and moist, and she was afraid she might start 
to cry. Then she raised her eyes and looked at Mr. Jackson's handsome, 
youthfully masculine forty year old face as steadily as she could. She 
couldn't lose her job, she thought. If she lost her job she'd be on the next 
bus back to Renston, and she simply couldn't fail like that. She had to keep 
it, she thought bravely. At least she had to try. 

"Mr. Jackson," Marjorie said, "can't you just give me another chance, sir? 
Please?" 

Jackson shook his head and grimaced. "I'd like to Marjorie, but I'm afraid 
it's out of the question. There is only so much tolerance for errors in a 
company like mine, and you've already exceeded your allowance." 

"Please!!" Marjorie blurted helplessly. 

"Sorry, but I can't." 

"Mr. Jackson," Marjorie said. She paused and shut her eyes, summoning up 
every reserve of bravery and persuasiveness. Then she walked a littie closer 
to his desk and let her eyes show all her innocence and eagerness to please. 
"Mr. Jackson, this job is more important tome than anything else in the 
world. I admit that I haven't done very well for the first week, but, I 
don't know, if you just give me another chance I'll do better." 

"Sorry." 

"This job is my whole life, Mr. Jackson," Marjorie said helplessly. Her 
cheeks flushed, and her eyes again became heavy and full; she felt as if she 
were taking out her heart and laying it across his table. "I've just got to 
keep it, you don't even know how much! Mr. Jackson, if you just don't fire 
me right now I'll be grateful to you for the rest of my life. I swear I'll 
do anything to make up for it. Anything!" 

Suddenly the whole tone of the conversation seemed to change, subtly but 
dramatically. The word 'anything' apparently held a special significance for 
Jackson. As Marjorie watched him, the corporation executive fidgeted in his 
chair and averted his eyes momentarily before turning them back to her. When 
he did his expression had changed. He did not look somber or pensive 
anymore. Instead he was smiling, and his smile was both excited and slightly 
nervous at the same time. Everything he did now was studied and deliberate; 
it was as if with her mention of the word a subtle wall had been erected 
between them, making his real motives unattainable to her. 

"Why Marjorie, I had no idea you wanted to keep your job so badly," Jackson 
said. He shifted deliberately in his chair, turning so that she could see 
his knees around the side of the desk. "Are you really that committed." 

"I'll just do anything," Marjorie repeated innocently. 

"You know, Marjorie," Jackson said diplomatically. "That word you just used 
... uh, in the circles of business, uh, between an executive and his 
secretary, ah, that word can have a very special meaning, if you catch my 
meaning, ah, Marjorie." 

"I'm not sure I understand, Mr. Jackson," Marjorie said. 

"A man in my position is under a great deaf of pressure, Marjorie," Jackson 
continued. "Sometimes that pressure can be extremely ... depleting. Often, 
in the course of a given day, I will feel the need to, ah, energize these 
depleted resources. This is a personal matter, of course, but it is 
nonetheless tied in greatly with the overall success of my enterprises, and, 
ah, a man in my position is always looking for an employee to help him 
restore his depleted resources." 

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jackson," Marjorie said. "But I still don't understand what 
you're talking about." 

Suddenly Jackson's face broke into a broad grin; it was as if there were no 
subtleties left between them, and the real truth could shortly be laid upon 
the table. 

"The employee in this case, Marjorie," Jackson said, carefuly enunciating 
his words. "Would always be female." 

Marjorie stared at Jackson quizzically a second longer. Then, suddenly, she 
realized precisely what he was talking about. A shudder ran up her spine, 
making her cheeks flush and her eyes widen with surprise. Then she gulped 
and quickly nodded her head. 

"I see, Mr. Jackson." 

"Do you think you'd be willing to serve as my employee in this capacity, 
Marjorie?" Jackson said. 

"Mr. Jackson ..." 

"It's the only way, Marjorie," Jackson interrupted. "Otherwise I'm going to 
have to dismiss you immediately. Without severance pay, I mght add, since 
you haven't worked for us for over two weeks. On the other hand, if you 
agree to serve me in this personal capacity your raise in salary should be 
quite considerable. I'm not mentioning, of course, any other personal 
benefits that might be worked out between us." 

There was a long pause. Marjorie widened her eyes and stared at Jackson in 
innocent bewilderment. Jackson grinned wickedly back at her, his eyes 
shining with blatant lust. He wants to have sex with me, Marjorie thought; 
that's all he's wanted all the long. A handsome, important, respectable man 
like that, who she'd learned to idolize in only a week. He's just like the 
others, Marjorie thought. Just like every other man she'd ever met. All he 
wanted was her body. 

"Think quickly, Marjorie," Jackson said. "It's either yes or no." 

Marjorie hesitated only a second longer. She knew that what Jackson was 
proposing was even more shameful than her experience with Rick. In that case 
she had given him her body only once; in this she would be giving it to 
Jackson again and again, as often as he wanted it. It was true that there 
were countless girls in the city who performed the same sexual services for 
their employers, but Marjorie had never considered herself one of them. She 
was a good girl, a good, honest, intelligent, capable, hard working girl who 
could make a good, honest living without stooping to such depths. She wasn't 
a whore, and that was really what Jackson was asking her to be. 

Then a painful image of herself returning home flooded Marjorie's mind's 
eye, and she realized suddenly that she had to do it. She couldn't go home. 
It was like the book said; you could never go home again. Immediately 
Marjorie's head felt light, and for a moment she thought she would faint. 
Everything is so confusing, she thought dizzily. First Henry, then Rick, and 
now this. Everything she had ever believed in was turning out to be 
completely wrong; she didn't know what to believe anymore, what to think 
about anything. Life was so hard to understand ... 

"Marjorie?" Jackson coaxed gently. 

"All ... all right," Marjorie said hesitantly. As soon as she spoke the 
words she felt a deep blush of embarrassment permeating her cheeks, but she 
suppressed it and tried to hold her head high. - "That's what I thought 
you'd say," Jackson replied. He grinned and gestured towards the door. "Why 
don't you lock that so we won't be disturbed, like a good girl?" 

Marjorie walked to the door and obediently slid the clamp shut as quietly as 
she could. When she turned bak, Jackson was no longer behind his desk. 
Instead he had slid his chair to one side of it, sitting with his legs open 
so that Marjorie could see the crotch of his pants. There was a provocative 
bulge there, and all at once she realized that her employer had an enormous 
erection the whole time he had been speaking with her. The shaft of his 
blood engorged member stood out along his inner thigh like a length of iron 
pipe, so stiff and hard that she could see the mushroom shape of the head 
through the expensive fabric of his slacks. It was a very big penis, 
Marjorie realized, very long and thick. As she looked at it her loins grew 
damp and warm with her growing arousal, and she realized that the sight of 

Jackson's stiffened prick was exciting her. Jackson grinned feverishly and 
squirmed in the chair, deliberately making the length of his bloated phallus 
throb in his pants. Then he dropped his hands between his legs and slowly 
pulled down his zipper. 

"What... what are you doing?" Marjorie asked vaguely. 

'There's no reason to wait, Marjorie," Jackson said wickedly. "My bodily 
resources have been, ah, depleted for some time. They need to be replenished 
immediately, and there's never a time as good as the present." 

Marjorie shook her head and stared at him in stupefaction. Jackson smiled 
and reached into the opening of his pants. Then he withdrew the meaty 
thickness of his blood engorged member. Immediately Marjorie's eyes widened 
tremendously, and she felt her pussy moisten with her ravenous passion. 
Jackson had one of the biggest penises she'd ever imagined. The shaft of his 
phallus rose out of his loins with club like hugeness, the spongy, purplish 
head twitching convulsively against his stomach. Marjorie could see the blue 
veins running up the underside of his dick, the hard pinkness of his flesh 
and the size of the swollen stalk. Her cheeks flushed, and she fidgeted 
nervously as she stood before him. This was exciting her, she thought 
shamefully; already this was exciting her so terribly much ... 

"Do you like my cock, Marjorie?" Jackson asked wickedly. He smiled and gave 
the shaft of his blue veined organ a lurid squeeze, making it bounce 
obediently in his hand. "It's a big one, isn't it?" 

"What... what do you want me to do?" Marjorie murmured. 

"I want you to suck it, darling," Jackson replied. "Come over here and kneel 
between my legs." 

Marjorie hesitated only a second longer. She couldn't help gasping at the 
guttural obscenity of Jackson's request, and for a moment she wanted to run 
out of the office. Having sex with him was bad enough, but sucking his penis 
for him would be even worse. That was sodomy, she thought. She'd never 
imagined doing that in her life. But she had to! Marjorie shut her eyes and 
struggled briefly to control herself. Then she walked quickly across the 
room and knelt between Jackson's splayed thighs. The shaft of his throbbing 
erection was directly before her now, looming up before her face. She could 
see the texture of the hardened pink flesh now, the bloated, swollen 
stiffness of his prick. Jackson smiled and looked down at her happily. 
Marjorie stared back up at him with her wide blue eyes and unconsciously 
placed her palms on his thighs. 

"Wrap your fingers around the shaft, Marjorie," Jackson murmured. "And then 
start stroking it." 

Marjorie blushed and hesitated a second longer. 

Then she raised her right hand and gingerly clasped her fingers around the 
blue veined stiffness of Jackson's bloated organ. The flesh of his cock felt 
hard and spongy in her hand, almost like very hard rubber. Marjorie moaned 
and closed her eyes. Then she shamefully began to move the loose flesh of 
his prick up and down, faster and harder by the second, jerking off his 
rampant erection as best she knew how. 

"That's right darling, that's right," Jackson said. He shifted in the chair 
and smiled down at her. "I guess you're going to make an excellent secretary 
after all." 

 Chapter 6 

"Am I doing it right?" Marjorie asked shyly. She squirmed between Jackson's 
splayed thighs and continued to stroke the meaty stiffness of his erection, 
making the purplish glans twitch and throb above her hand. Her cheeks were 
flushed with crimson, and her.eyes were wide and gaping; she felt both 
humiliated and excited at the same time. 

"You're doing just fine, darling," Jackson murmured. He winced and relaxed 
in the chair. "Just move .. . unh ... your hand a little higher up and, ah, 
do it a little harder. Ahhh ..." 

"All right," Marjorie whispered. She clasped her fingers an inch higher 
along the stalk of his rampant phallus, until her thumb nearly touched the 
spongy flesh of the crown. Then she grimaced and began to stroke his 
engorged member until her elbow and wrist ached with the effort. Immediately 
the level of Jackson's arousal seemed to increase dramatically. He groaned 
and fidgeted in the chair; in her hand the swollen length of his organ grew 
to an even more painful stiffness, as if it were about to explode. 

"Oh Marjorie, oh God that's so good," Jackson said. He shuddered and pushed 
her hand into the opening of his slacks. "Play with my balls, Marjorie. 
That'll make it so much better." 

"All right," Marjorie repeated. Blushing, she reached into the opening of 
his pants and groped for the orbs of his bloated testicles. Her fingers 
touched the hairy, moist sac; inside it she could feel the two golf ball 
size spherules, obviously swollen and congested with their twin load of 
sperm. 

"Fondle them gently, Marjorie," Jackson hissed. "Play with them and stroke 
my penis a little more, ahh, a little more rhythmically. Unhhh ..." 

Marjorie flushed beet red and bit her lip in an effort to control herself. 
This was so demeaning, she thought. He was just using her as a toy, a sexual 
animal built only to gratify his depraved libidinous desires. And there was 
nothing she could do to wedge herself free of his domination. It was either 
this or the bus back home .. . Blushing, Marjorie dug her fingers gently 
into Jackson's bloated testicles and clasped them warmly in her palm. Then 
she changed her masturbatory rhythm abruptly. She closed the full breadth of 
her hand around his throbbing stiffness and stroked the loose flesh in long, 
sure strokes, giving his aching prick just the pleasure he wanted. 

"Unggghhhh!" Jackson groaned. For a moment the handsome executive seemed too 
overwhelmed by his guttural desires to think or say anything. Then he pushed 
his fingers through Marjorie's thick blonde hair and drew her head towards 
his loins, urging her mouth towards the mushroom shaped head of his blood 
engorged member. "I can't wait any longer Marjorie," he gasped. "It feels 
too good '. .. I'm going to cum. .. suck my cock, darling. Take it into your 
mouth and suck it as hard as you can!" 

"Oh God," Marjorie moaned miserably. She stared at the spongy head of his 
penis, twitching directly before her lips, and felt a momentary wave of 
revulsion churning through her stomach. This was so disgusting; she was like 
a slave to him, like a secretarial whore. -Marjorie blinked her eyes to 
clear away her beginning tears. Then she opened her mouth as wide as she 
could and lowered her head over the turgid stiffness of his bloated organ. 

Her lips closed around the meaty shaft, an inch beneath the head; for the 
first time she felt the salty taste of a man's penis against her lips, and 
it surprised her that the taste was rather pleasurable. Marjorie moaned 
around the stalk of Jackson's erection and squirmed on the floor, putting 
herself in a comfortable position to give him a blow job. Then she flared 
her nostrils for air and puckered her girlish cheeks inwards, sucking his 
cock with wet, hungry movements of her full ripe lips. 

"Awww . . . awww God!" Jackson moaned hoarsely. He grimaced feverishly and 
dug his fingers more insistently into Marjorie's hair, so hard that she felt 
her follicles ache with his tugging. "Oh Marjorie ... oh Christ that's good! 
Don't stop stroking it, darling ... unhhh ... suck it harder! Suck it and 
stroke it at the same time! Uh ... un-gggh . .. unggghhh ..." 

"Mmmmmm," Marjorie mewled. She bobbed her head lasciviously around the shaft 
of his tumescent organ, taking another inch of its stiffness into her mouth. 
A whirl of thoughts seemed to cascade through her mind, making it impossible 
for her to think of or concentrate specifically on anything. This wasn't so 
bad after all. She wasn't sure if she wanted to admit that to herself, but 
she had no real choice. Sucking Jackson's big prick was actually extremely 
pleasurable. The taste of his penis was good to her, and the thick long 
shaft felt so warm and hard in her mouth; it was like sucking a candy bar, 
she thought dazedly, like eating and having sex at the same time. Marjorie 
whimpered and lowered her head further over his bloated organ, taking yet 
another inch into the pursed 0 of her tight, puckered lips. Then she 
returned her hand to the blue veined stiffness of his member. As she 
continued to suck the purplish crown of his dick she rhythmically began to 
stroke the loose flesh up and down, harder and faster by the moment, 
lascivious-;: ly masturbating the shaft as she continued to suck him. 

"Play with my balls," Jackson gasped gutturally. He opened the slit of his 
pants a little wider, grasped Marjorie's wrist and literally thrust her hand 
into his slacks. "Fondle them, just like . .. uh .. . just like, you were 
doing before. Oh that's good ... oh Christ is that so fucking good...-.. 
ungh ....".. 

"Mmmmm," Marjorie groaned softly,.She .again found the hairy sac of his 
testicles and dug her fingers into them, gently kneading the orbs of his 
bloated balls as if to milk the seminal fluid out of them. Her hand 
continued to move over the pink hardness of the shaft, luridly squeezing and 
tugging the meat of his prick; she wrapped her lips more lusciously around 
his swollen member and laved her tongue wildly around the head, darting her 
tongue repeatedly into his cum slit like a slippery eel. This is so good, 
she thought vaguely. His dick was so big and hard, and she loved the way it 
throbbed in her mouth. Already she could feel her nipples distending stiffly 
against the fabric of her brassiere, the pouting lips of her pussy 
moistening with arousal. She loved sucking his stiffened penis just as much 
as he did. 

"Harder, Marjorie," Jackson moaned lewdly. He thrust his fingers sharply 
into her hair and pulled her head forcibly into his lap, sliding over half 
of his blood engorged member into the clasping wetness of her sucking mouth. 
Then he began to grind his hips convulsively on the edge of the chair, 
literally fucking her lips with the length of his swollen cock. "Oh 
Marjorie... I'm going to cum darling, I can feel it... suck my dick... 
harder, suck it as hard as you can .. . unggg hhh ... oh Christ... 
nnnggg..." 

Marjorie didn't need any encouragement. Her throat felt thick and dry with 
lust, and she loved the taste of Jackson's member more and more by the 
moment; she could hardly wait to taste his sperm. Groaning, she closed her 
hand around the base of his organ and squeezed it almost as hard as she 
could. Then she intensified the salaciousness of her cock sucking 
dramatically. Her cheeks puckered obscenely around the bloated hardness of 
his cock, increasing the suction in her mouth as much as she could. Then she 
pursed her lips tightly around the blue veined flesh and sucked his engorged 
member with all the strength she had in her lips and tongue and mouth, 
literally milking the length of his erection deep into her throat. 

That was evidently more than Jackson could take. "I'm going to cum, 
Marjorie," he gasped. "I can feel it." Groaning, he slid his hips to the 
edge of the chair and pulled her head furiously into his loins, sinking as 
much of his erection as was possible into the warmth of her lips. "Any 
sescond... oh God... drink my sperm Marjorie . .. nnggg ... suck down ... 
ahhh... suck down every drop... it tastes good ... oh yes ... there ... I'm 
cumming Marjorie ... oh God oh God ... I'm cumming ..." 

There was a brief pause. The head and shaft of Jackson's massive organ grew 
to absolute stiffness in her mouth, throbbing and pulsing wildly between the 
encasing wetness of her lips. Then the enormous load of his sperm gushed 
furiously out of his twitching cum slit. The creamy white semen spurted and 
shot out of him again and again and again, racking every inch of his aching 
member with the consummating spasms of orgasm. There was more of it than 
Marjorie could imagine, moreof it than she had ever envisioned; a man 
cumming in her mouth. But it tasted extremely good against her tongue, and 
she was by now much too horny to stop herself from doing what she really 
wanted. Groaning, Marjorie tightened her grip around the shaft of Jackson's 
member, squeezing the base in order to more effectively coax his 
reproductive fluid out of him. Her fingers dug gently into the sac of his 
testicles; she lasciviously kneaded and massaged his congested balls, 
helping them to unload their engorgement of sperm. Then she puckered her 
cheeks and bobbed her Adam's apple lewdly in her throat, shamelessly 
drinking down every spurting drop of his seminal fluid as it gushed 
repeatedly into her mouth. 

"Oh God," Jackson moaned. Hs grimaced and held Marjorie's head tightly 
against his loins, gasping as her clinging lips sucked the last spasms out 
of his throbbing erection. Then, finally, his orgasm was over. Jackson 
sighed, smiled dreamily and slowly relaxed into the chair. A moment later 
Marjorie reluctantly released his penis from her mouth and fingers. 

"Now Marjorie," Jackson said softly. He grinned feverishly and adjusted his 
position in the chair and looked down at her as she knelt between his 
thighs. "I'll bet that really wasn't so bad, was it?" 

It took Marjorie a moment before she could answer. Instead she blushed and 
stared at the floor, momentarily afraid to meet her employer's gaze. She 
knew that he was right. The control he had over her was humiliating, but 
there was no doubt that she had found the sucking extremely pleasurable, 
just as she knew that she would eagerly do it again as soon as she had the 
chance to. Marjorie hesitated and bit her lip in confusion. Then she lifted 
her head, smiled weakly and nodded her head. 

"That's what I thought," Jackson said. He grinned and looked at Marjorie 
knowingly. "This is the first time you've ever given a man a blow job, isn't 
it darling?" 

Marjorie nodded her head. 

"Well, you're very good at it," Jackson continued. He chuckled and shifted 
slightly in the chair. "In fact, you're so good that I have a little 
surprise for you. Look at my cock, Marjorie. Don't you notice something a 
little, ah, different about it?" 

Marjorie obediently lowered her eyes and studied the shaft of Jackson's 
organ. For a moment she wasn't sure what she was intended to notice. Then 
her eyes widened almost imperceptibly, and she felt a sudden rush of sexual 
heat rage through her genitals, anointing her pouling labia with the flow of 
her womanly juices. It was still stiff, still just as hard as a rock. He had 
orgasmed almost a minute ago, but the shaft of his erection had lost none of 
its tumescence. Rather, it was still jutting straight up out of his slacks, 
throbbing and pulsing wildly with its engorgement of blood. 

"Oh God," Marjorie sighed. 

"That's right, darling," Jackson said. "As you can see you've really gotten 
me extremely excited. Now ..." Jackson lowered his voice until his words 
were only a husky whisper. His lips were curled into, .a feverishly lustful 
grin, and Marjorie was almost sure she could see his whole body shaking in 
the chair. "Why don't you get out of that nice dress and show me that 
magnificent body of yours? I think it's time your pussy was, ah, initiated 
as well." 

Marjorie hesitated only briefly. She could feel her conscience chiding her 
for the shamelessness of her actions, but she ignored it; she was much too 
excited by the enduring stiffness of Jackson's huge dick to resist her 
desires any longer. Without removing her eyes from his rampant erection 
Marjorie climbed to her feet. Then she quickly began to undo the buttons of 
her dress, taking off her clothes as fast as she could. 

"That's right, darling," Jackson said coaxingly. 

"Oh God," Marjorie repeated. She undid the last button of her dress and slid 
it over her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Then she was half 
naked, completely exposed except for her brassiere, pantie hose and high 
heeled shoes. Marjorie kicked off her shoes and reached behind her back for 
the clasp of her brassiere. It gave beneath her fingers, and she let the 
lacy white undergarment float to the carpet. As she did so she felt her 
enormous milk white breasts jiggle salaciously atop her rib cage, and her 
dusky pink nipples distend stiffly with desire. She was so excited she could 
hardly wait. 

"You've got very nice tits, Marjorie," Jackson murmured huskily. He stared 
blatantly at the enormous globes of her ample bosom, obviously admiring the 
ivory smoothness of her flesh and the coloring of her silver dollar sized 
arueolas. Then he gestured towards her pantyhose. "Now take those off too." 

"All right," Marjorie said softly. She clasped the hem of her pantyhose in 
her fingers and slowly slid it over her lithe hips and the curvature of her 
plump, rounded buttocks, pushing.it down her long tapering legs. The elastic 
fabric crumpled at her delicate ankles; Marjorie lifted her bare feet, 
stepped out of them and kicked the hosiery loosely to one side. Then she was 
completely*naked, utterly exposed to her employer's wicked gaze in the 
center of his plush, private office. 

"Oh Jesus?' Jackson exclaimed. For several seconds he seemed overwhelmed by 
the mouthwatering voluptuousness of Marjorie's eighteen year old body. His 
eyes widened to the size of golf balls; Marjorie was sure she could actually 
see him gasping. Then Jackson quickly undid his belt buckle and slid his 
slacks down to his ankles, leaving him naked from his shoes to the hem of 
his shirt. Marjorie could see his powerful, hairy thighs now, and the 
tightened sac of his testicles along the underside of his member. 

"You're exciting me very much, Marjorie," Jackson said. His voice was 
strange and intense; it sounded as if he could hardly control himself. 
Jackson stretched out his legs and squirmed in the chair until his hips were 
centered on the wide, spacious cushion, leaving almost six inches of space 
between the sides of his legs and the armrests. Then he gestured towards 
Marjorie and wrapped his fingers tightly around the base of his throbbing 
erection. "Now I want you to fuck me," he whispered softly. "Climb onto my 
lap and straddle me, darling. Then I want you to fuck me." 

Marjorie widened her eyes slightly and stared at the chair. It was a big 
chair and all at once she realized why it was so big; Jackson had probably 
had this designed expressly for this purpose. An embarrassed blush permeated 
her cheeks, and she averted her eyes momentarily in shame. It was demeaning 
to be naked like this in his office, and it would be utterly obscene to 
straddle him as he requested and fuck him even as he sat behind his desk. 
But she had to do it. He had her where he wanted her, completely in his 
control. 

And she wanted to do it too. Marjorie closed her eyes and shuddered, 
shamefully considering the ravenous heat that coursed through the gurgling 
slit of her hair-fringed pussy. Then she fluttered her lids open and stared 
at the blood engorged stiffness of Jackson's member. As she studied its 
hardened, blue veined length the warmth in her loins increased, making her 
whole body ache for the stabbing impalement of his throbbing dick. 

"Fuck me, darling," Jackson repeated wickedly. 

He grinned and squeezed the shaft of his cock, making it pulse in his hand. 
"There's no point in waiting." 

'Ohhhhh," Marjorie sighed. She closed her eyes and hesitated a second 
longer. Then she quickly padded across the lush carpet to the chair. 
Widening her eyes, she stared down at the, swollen length of Jackson's 
organ, imagining how it would feel when the moist stiffness of it intered 
her body. Then she quickly climbed onto the chair. She dug her knees into 
the cushion to either side of his hips and placed her palms lightly on his 
shoulders. Then she was in the perfect position to fuck him. Between the 
swaying globes of her breasts she could see the shaft of his phallus jutting 
out of his pubic hair, the spongy, purplish head twitching obscenely beneath 
the hair-fringed fissure of her tight, wet cunt. 

"That's right Marjorie, that's right," Jackson sighed. He placed his hands 
on the cheeks of her peach shaped ass and wriggled comfortably on the 
cushions. Then he slowly but surely moved her hips downwards, drawing her 
vaginal orifice towards the throbbing hardness of his prick. "Fuck me now, 
darling," he sighed. "It'll feel so good. You'll just love it. Fuck me." 

"Ohhhhhhhhh," Marjorie moaned throatily. She bit her lip and struggled to 
control the wanton fever of her desires. Then she tentatively lowered her 
hips. Immediately she felt the spongy head of Jackson's erection insert 
between the flowered lips of her labia, driving into the inner sheath of her 
pussy. A deep groan emanated from Marjorie's throat, making her skin 
goosebump and her lips part salaciously with her agonizing passion. It's 
going to be so good, she thought shamefully. His prick was so big and hard 
and stiff; it was going to feel so good to have every inch of it inside her 
cunt, fucking her again and again. Marjorie groaned and wriggled her 
buttocks, wetly inserting another inch of his bloated organ into the 
clinging warmth of her vagina. Then with a heavy gasp she moved her hips 
steadily into his body, impaling inch after inch of his blood engorged 
member within the pouting lips of her moist pussy. 

"Ohhhhh yes!" Jackson moaned lewdly. He sighed and dug his fingers into the 
milk white cheeks of Marjorie's buttocks, pulling her hips into him until 
the very base of his meaty erection rested within her distended labia. For a 
moment he simply paused. His expression contorted lasciviously, and his 
masculine face flushed strangely as he savored the tightness of her vagina, 
the way the muscles of her pussy milked and sucked around his swollen 
member. Then he rhythmically began to grind his hips on the edge of the 
chair, rhythmically darting his throbbing dick into the deliciously wet 
grotto of her vaginal orifice. "Buck your hips, darling," he muttered. "Unh 
... oh Marjorie ... buck your hips into me ... and fuck me... fuck me hard 
Marjorie ... oh God ... oh God...." 

"Unhhhhhhhhhhhh," Marjorie whimpered. For the briefest instant she hesitated 
astride Jackson's convulsively bucking hips, groaning and gasping as she 
felt the meaty circumference of his erection thrust into her gurgling slit 
again and again. Then the ravenous force of her gutteral desires became more 
than she could stand. Whimpering, Marjorie lifted her buttocks until only 
the mushroom shaped glans of his prick distended the lips of her hair 
fringed fissure. Then she lowered her ass again, impaling the entirety of 
his bloated organ into her cunt. As she did so she felt her sexual fever 
increasing. Her nipples were as stiff as little rocks, and her clitoris 
chafed lusciously against the upper-side of his dick; she had never been 
this horny before, never in her life. Marjorie flared her nostrils and let 
her full lips curl in a shameless smile of lascivious delight. Then she 
placed her palms gently on Jackson's shoulders and bucked her jiggling 
buttocks as hard and as fast as she could, eagerly fucking her pussy with 
the steel hard shaft of his glistening phallus. 

"Now what the hell is this?" 

At the sound of the voice Marjorie swivelled her head immediately towards 
the intrusive presence behind her back. Then her eyes widened to the size of 
saucers, and for a moment she was sure she was going to faint. Someone had 
entered the office! Standing in front of the door was a very handsome young 
man. Marjorie judged him to be in his late twenties, and from his muscular 
physique, immaculate clothing and European good looks she recognized him to 
be Richard Miller, one of Jackson's junior associates. One of Miller's most 
notable and gosspied about traits was his stolid nature; he was rarely 
excited by anything. But he was obviously at least a little excited now. As 
Marjorie watched him, Richard's eyes blatantly took in every feature of her 
nakedness, and his lips curled into an amused, lustful smile. 

"Jesus Walter, I'm really sorry about this," Miller said humorously. He 
studied the cheeks of Marjorie's ass and winked at Jackson conspiratorially. 
"If I'd known you were auditioning your secretary here, I at least could 
have knocked." 

Marjorie groaned miserably and buried her head shamefully into Jackson's 
shoulders. This was the ultimate, the crowning glory of her humiliation. The 
two of them had been caught in the act of fornication. Miller would probably 
spread the story all over the offices; then everybody would know what a 
whore she really was. Moaning, Marjorie shut her eyes and tried to stop 
herself from crying. She knew that Jackson would now quietly tell Miller to 
shut the door on his way out, and then the two of them would go on with 
their fucking. But she would take no pleasure from it, not now. The damage 
had already been done; this was the most horrible day of her life. 

"Miller," Jackson said evenly, "I've got a new assignment for you." . 

Marjorie gasped and stared wide-eyed into Jackson's face. But he was not 
looking back at her, and as he stared over her shoulder at Miller there was 
a malevolent, sadistic light in his eyes that she ; had never seen before. 

"Yeah?" Miller asked quizzically. He grinned wickedly and locked the door 
behind him. From the sound of his voice alone Marjorie could tell everything 
she needed to know about his character; he was obviously ruthless, capable 
of anything. "What's that." 

"I am auditioning Marjorie here," Jackson continued, "but I don't think 
she's complying with me thoroughly enough. She needs to be taught a lesson, 
Miller. Something drastic; something that will teach her very well." 

"What do you have in mind, boss?" Miller asked cruelly. 

"I think it would be a good idea if you were to fuck her too, Miller," 
Jackson said, deliberately parodying his formal executive's vernacular. He 
grinned and turned momentarily to look into. Marjorie's eyes, and in that 
second she saw the full measure of his sadistic, depraved temperament. Then 
he slid his hands around her back and lustfully clasped the cheeks of her 
buttocks. He squeezed the resilient flesh of her ass and then violently 
pulled the cheeks apart, nakedly exposing the puckered ring of her anus. 

"Jesus!" Miller grunted hoarsely. 

"Fuck her here, Miller," Jackson said. He glanced back at Marjorie and 
delivered his most menacing, malevolent stare. "Right up the ass!" 

 Chapter 7 

For a moment Marjorie was much too shocked to comprehend the enormity of her 
new situation. She could feel Jackson's hands pulling the rounded cheeks of 
her buttocks apart, and she could feel the cold office air against the pink 
sphincter of her rectum, making the puckered ring tighten slightly with the 
sensation. But she couldn't seem to make the connection. It seemed 
impossible to her that Jackson would willfully order Miller to fuck her in 
his own offices, and it seemed even more unbelievable that he would want 
Miller to do it up her anus. Analism was a form of perversion that Marjorie 
had never even considered, not even in her most nightmarish fantasies. On 
the rare occasions that it had been discussed in front of her, she had 
thought that it was the most repugnant, disgusting form of sodomy 
imaginable. 

Then Marjorie swivelled her head to look over her shoulder. Immediately her 
breath caught in her throat; her eyes widened dramatically, and she felt her 
lips part in a long, drawn out gasp. Miller had removed his pants. She could 
see his long black slacks folded neatly across a leather couch next to the 
door, and his brown Hush Puppies resting next to the sofa. Turning her head 
back, Marjorie realized that Miller was naked except for his shirt and tie. 
As she stared at the length of his hardened erection her cheeks flushed with 
color, and she felt her heart throbbing wildly in her bosom. It was a very 
big cock, she realized, every bit as long and thick as Jackson's; she could 
see the blue veins standing out along its pink surface, the way the spongy 
head bobbed and twitched against his navel. And he was going to put that in 
her. Again she felt the cold air touch the ring of her rectum, and the 
throbbing of her heart became more insistent. He was actually going to fuck 
her up the ass! 

"No!" Marjorie exclaimed suddenly. She gasped in shock and fear and looked 
into Jackson's ruthless face. Then she flailed her small fists wildly 
against his chest, desperately trying to free herself from the grip of his 
hands around her ass and the length of his organ impaled in her cunt. "No, 
don't... let me go!" Her voice became louder and more terrified as the full 
impact of what was going to happen to her flooded through her mind. "Awww 
please],let me go! Stop it! Leave me alone!" 

But Jackson ignored her struggles completely. Instead he only gripped her 
more tightly and held her astride him on the chair, digging his fingers so 
sharply into the cheeks of her ass that Murjorie whimpered with the pain. 
"That's a good boy, Miller," he said softly. "Now stop dawdling! Fuck her up 
the ass!" 

"Sheeit!" Miller muttered drily. He stared at Marjorie's nakedly exposed 
asshole and grinned feverishly with desire. Then he padded quickly across 
the rug to the chair. Standing behind her, he placed his hands lightly on 
her shoulders and leaned forward until Marjorie felt the spongy tip of his 
erection pressing into the peach shaped cheeks of her buttocks. "Like this, 
Walt?" he asked. "You want me to fuck her right on the chair?" 

"That's what I said, Miller," Jackson replied impatiently. He tightened his 
grip into her buttocks arid squirmed on the chair, putting Marjorie's ass in 
the perfect position for her sodomistic ravishment. "Now why don't you get 
started?" 

"Sheeit," Miller repeated. He smiled feverishly and stared down Marjorie's 
back, riveting his eyes to her puckered rectal sphincter. It was a very 
small orifice, tight and pink and utterly hairless, and it was obvious 
simply from looking at it that she had never been sodomized in her life. 
Miller leered and squeezed the base of his bloated organ in his fist, making 
its blue veined length bound in his fingers. Then he slowly inclined hs hips 
forward, wickedly pressing the purplish head of his erection into the 
forbidden warmth of her asshole. 

"Ungggghhhh!" Marjorie grunted. Instantly all the air expelled from her 
lungs, and in spite of herself she fell heavily into Jackson's chest. She 
could feel the hard moist flesh of Miller's dick pushing against her rectum, 
and it was the most wantonly depraved sensation she had ever imagined. "Stop 
it!" she shrieked fearfully. She grimaced and continued to flail her fists 
against Jackson's chest, doing everything she could to free herself from 
their intended rape. "No... oh God... no don't do that to me... no... stop 
it... leave me alone!" 

"Hurry up, Miller," Jackson hissed wickedly. He glanced at Marjorie quickly, 
showing the depths of his gutturally sadistic desires. "We haven't got all 
day." 

Behind her back Marjorie could hear Miller laughing. His fingers closed 
around her lithe hips and held her tightly; the hairs of his chest tickled 
against her spine as he leaned forward, pressing his torso warmly against 
her voluptuous body. Then she felt inch after inch of his meaty thickness 
boring into her rectum, the walls of her anus rending apart as he slowly but 
surely invaded her asshole with the throbbing stiffness of his erection. 

"Awww awwww awwww wwwwwwwww!" Marjorie shrieked. For a moment there was no 
pain at all, only an insistently pulsing sensation that emanated from deep 
within her bowels. Then Miller tightened his grip around her hips and drove 
his blood engorged member into her sphincter much harder. Immediately 
Marjorie felt the first spasms of pain coursing through her rectum, filling 
her body with the most humiliating sensation she had ever known. A crimson 
flush coursed through her plump cheeks, widening her eyes with the captive 
fever of sodomy. Then she grimaced obscenely and writhed her buttocks 
senselessly on top of Jackson's body, mewling and whimpering with pain. 
"Awww God stop it!" she squealed. "Unggghhh ... stop it, take it out of me 
you're going to kill me with it! No ... oh God stop it... take it out!" 

"Ahhhhh," Miller sighed. A lurid shudder ran up his spine, making his whole 
body ache with un-slacked passion. He smiled and looked down at the 
spectacle of his blue veined erection resting within the rubbery grip of 
Marjorie's rectum. He could feel the muscles of her anal sheath contracting 
around his member now, instinctively milking and sucking the length of his 
swollen stiffness deep inside her bowels. The feeling was very good; his 
testicles were heavy and congested along the underside of his dick; he knew 
he might cum at any moment. Miller shuddered repeatedly and momentarily 
closed his-eyes. Then with one violent movement of his hips he hammered his 
loins into her naked ass, burying every inch of his meaty erection into the 
puckered ring of ' asshole. 

'Awwwnnnrrr ggghhh hhhhhh!" Marjorie shrieked. Her cheeks flushed beet red 
with agony; she grimaced gutturally, baring her teeth in an expression of 
pure pain. For a second she poised astride the impaling length of Jackson's 
prick, shivering and groaning as she felt the thickness of the two pronged 
cock invading her body. She didn't want to show them her pain; she didn't 
want them to humiliate her any more than they were already. But the force of 
her agony was too strong to be repressed. Marjorie squealed loudly and 
writhed helplessly astride Jackson's body. The length of Miller's organ felt 
simply enormous; she could feel it driving deep inside her bowels, like some 
horrible sexual machine. The walls of her rectum were distended unendurably; 
she was already sure she could feel the injured flow of her blood. "Stop 
it!" she bellowed. "Ungggh ... no ... no ... oh God stop it, take it outttt! 
Unggghh ... you're hurting me! God damn it! Stop it... unggg hhh... stop it 
take it out of me stop it right nowww ..." 

Miller ignored her completely. Instead he only smiled luridly and 
repositioned himself behind the jiggling cheeks of her bare buttocks, making 
the shaft of his organ shift painfully inside her anal sheath. Marjorie 
could feel the muscles of her rectum clinging rubberily to his hardened 
length, and she knew that the clasping sensations must be giving her 
assailant extreme pleasure; she could feel the stalk of his phallus 
pulsating deep inside her body, responding obscenely to the forbidden 
pleasures of sodomy. 

"Oh Christ ... oh good fucking Christ," Miller grunted obscenely. He winced 
anct raised his hands along Marjorie's torso, clasping his fingers 
lasciviously into the overripe globes of her swollen, bosom. Then he pulled 
bac^'Jiis hips, slowly withdrawing the length of his prick from her reeking 
anal orifice until only the head distended the fleshy lips. Marjorie groaned 
and bit her lip hard. It felt as if an enormous weight had been withdrawn 
from her body, and the vacuum inside her bowels was almost painful. With a 
heavy movement of his hips Miller again rammed his engored member into her 
asshole, filling the vacuum completely. Then he rhythmically bucked his hips 
behind the girlishly plump cheeks of her ass, ruthlessly fucking her asshole 
with the long, throbbing stiffness of his swollen erection. 

"Ungggghhhhh!" Marjorie groaned. Her lips parted in a dull gasp of 
overwhelming sensation; she widened her eyes and stared vaguely at the broad 
expanse of Jackson's chest. All thoughts seemed to have left her mind; 
conscious of the insistent invading presence stabbing through her forbidden 
orifice, fucking her rectum again and again. Whimpering, Marjorie let her 
head droop and relaxed completely against Jackson's chest. "Stop it," she 
repeated. "Unggggghhhh ... oh God please .. .stop it..." But her words were 
only an echo of the agony she had felt a minute before. Miller's ravaging 
strokes through her rectum were no longer painful. Instead the ass fucking 
was almost pleasurable, like a warm thick presence throbbing deep inside her 
bowels. But her humiliation was still there, and Marjorie knew there was 
nothing that would ever stop it. They were raping her, she thought 
tearfully. Both of them, just raping her, like she was worth nothing more 
than a dog. It was so humiliating. It was the most humiliating, demeaning, 
horrible thing.... 

"Go ahead, boss," Miller muttered softly. He winced and tightened his 
fingers around the swaying orbs of Marjorie's tits, making her nipples 
distend stiffly into his palms with the sensation. "She's ... unh ... she's 
ready for it now, boss. Go ahead and fuck her. Unh ... oh Christ is she 
tight ... both of us at once... oh Jesus ... it'll be good." 

"All right," Jackson said softly. His lips curled into a sadistic smile, and 
his breathing came in heavy gasps; he was obviously more excited even than 
Miller was. Shuddering, the handsome executive began to buck his hips off 
the edge of the chair. Immediately Marjorie felt the massive stiffness of 
his engorged member again thrusting through the pouting lips of her moist 
pussy, the swollen length of his bloated organ sliding wetly through her 
gurgling cuntal slit. Jackson groaned and held her buttocks tightly for 
support. Then they were both fucking her frenetically at the same time, as 
hard and as fast as they were able to, hungrily reaming out her pussy and 
rectum with the stabbing impalement of their two pronged cock. 

"You like that baby?" Miller grunted. He chuckled wickedly and intensified 
the fucking of her asshole, hammering his meaty erection repeatedly through 
the rubbery grip of her rectum. "Two big dicks at the same time... I'll bet 
you love it a lot. Don't you baby? Don't you?" 

Marjorie flushed angrily and prepared to deliver her most bitterly vehement 
reply. Then her words caught in her throat, and she wound up saying nothing 
at all. For a moment she did not understand why. But the full impact of the 
realization quickly dawned on her, and when it did she felt more bewildered 
than ever before in her eighteen year old existence. 

She was actually beginning to enjoy it. The throbbing in her anus was no 
longer painful, nor was it merely slightly titillating, like the scratching 
of an itch. Instead it was extremely pleasurable, and with every impalement 
of Miller's stiffened cock into her rectum the pleasure was growing more 
intense by the moment. Marjorie flushed and listened in confusion to the 
strange sensations emanating from her body. She could feel both of their big 
pricks inside her now, the connection of them between her pussy and asshole. 
The thickness of their two driving phalluses seemed to fill every pore in 
her body, fulfilling and satisfying her more than she had ever imagined. 

"Oh God," Marjorie whispered softly. She bit her lip and gritted her teeth 
in an effort to concentrate. For one long, agonizing moment she tried to 
restrain the depraved sexual desires that had invaded her bowel tract. She 
knew that if she capitulated to the sodomistic ravishment she would be 
nothing to them anymore, and nothing to herself. The last moral taboo would 
have been lifted; she might as well declare herself their slave. She 
couldn't give in to it, she thought adamantly, couldn't give in, no matter 
what..... 

But the pleasure shortly became too much for Marjorie to stand. A heavy 
shudder trembled up her spine, making her skin tingle and the muscles of her 
loins contract reflexively around the darting shafts of the two cocks. It 
was too good, she thought helplessly. Two of them at the same time, their 
big pricks, fucking her again and again; it was more pleasure than she could 
bear. Marjorie flushed shamefully and relaxed her expression, for the first 
time allowing the eager groans and whimpers to pour from her throat. Then 
she clasped her fingers around Jackson's shoulders and needfully began to 
grind her lithe hips between them, trying to get as much of their meaty 
dicks into her cunt and rectum as she possibly could. 

"You like that now, don't you Marjorie?" Jackson asked cruelly. He smiled 
and delivered a particularly savage thrust of his engorged member into her 
hair fringed pussy, sending spasmodic waves of ecstasy coursing heavily 
through her vagina. "I said you like it now, don't you? Don't you?" 

"Fuck me," Marjorie pleaded shamelessly. The depraved obscenity burbled 
hotly out of her lips, too quick and honest an expression of her desires for 
her to suppress it. Marjorie threw her arms around Jackson's neck and kissed 
him hotly, thrusting her moist tongue lasciviously into his lips. Then she 
began to gyrate her jiggling buttocks as frantically as she could, needfully 
meeting every stabbing thrust of their two-pronged member. "Unggggggg-hh 
harder! Oh God do it harder!" she moaned. "Awwwwwwwww fuck me, fuck my 
asshole I'm going to cum! Awwwwwgggghhhh yes ... awwwww yes fuck me ... oh 
God oh God it feels so good___" 

"Jesus!" Miller grunted. He widened his eyes and studied Marjorie's luridly 
agonized expression almost in awe. Then he winced and dramatically 
intensified the rhythm of his fucking, furiously hammering his throbbing 
organ into her asshole in an animalisitc frenzy of sodomistic lust. "How you 
like that baby?" he grunted. "Ooh ... unggghh ... how you like that?" 

"FUCK ME!" Marjorie shrieked hoarsely. She flared her nostrils salaciously 
and bucked that much harder between their bodies, wanting as much of 
Miller's meaty dick inside her anus as she could take. Wave after wave of 
gutteral heat poured through her bowel tract now, filling her whole body 
with the forbidden warmth of sodomy; she knew it would not be much longer 
before her orgasm. "Ung-gggghh ... ungggggh ... fuck me, fuck my asshole!" 
she moaned shamelessly. "Awwwwwww God ... that's so good... do it harder ... 
awwwwwnn-gggghh FUCK ME, AWWWWW FUCK ME AW-WW PLEEEAASSSSEEEE...." 

The utter depravity of Marjorie's demands evidently put Miller completely 
over the edge. A convulsive shiver tightened his muscles, locking his whole 
body in position; for one exquisite second Marjorie felt the shaft of his 
cock swell to absolute hardness inside her asshole. Then the enormous load 
of his seminal fluid exploded from his twitching cum slit. The sperm gushed 
out of him in long angry spasms, filling her bowels completely and gurgling 
obscenely out of her sphincter to run down her thighs. Miller groaned and 
continued to work his blue veined member through the rubbery grip of her 
rectum, sighing as he felt her anal muscles milking around his swollen shaft 
and relieving his testicles of cum. Then he sighed and relaxed heavily into 
her torso, burying every inch of his still hard organ deep into her bowels. 

That was more than Marjorie could take. As she felt Miller's gushing sperm 
flooding her bowels, her cheeks flushed bright crimson, and the lips of her 
labia contracted instinctively around Jackson's prick. Then she felt her 
lower back tighten into a knot, and she realized she was already in the 
throes of orgasm. 

"Ungggghh! Fuck me!" Marjorie screamed. She grimaced and bucked wildly 
between their bodies, groaning and grunting as the spasms began to throb 
through her loins. "Awwwwwww God fuck me I'm cummingf Unggggghhhh! 
UNGGGHHHHHH! FUCK ME! AWWWWW FUCK ME HARDER I'M CUMMING! UNGGGHHHH AWWWWW 
CUUU-MMMMIIIINNGGGG...." 

The sweetly consummating spasms burst through Marjorie's body with an almost 
agonizing intensity, racking her pussy and asshole again and again. Then, 
finally, it was over. Marjorie mewled softly and closed her eyes. Her mind 
raced with a welter of thoughts and recollections; she seemed unable to 
concentrate on anything at all. She knew she had just undergone the last 
phase of a metamorphosis, and she knew that the change represented the 
degradation of every ideal and principle she had ever held precious. But 
somehow she didn't care. Marjorie smiled shamelessly and rested her head 
against Jackson's chest. She could still feel his erect penis pounding 
through her cunt, but she was oblivious to it; she had already taken as much 
. pleasure as her body could stand. Nothing mattered to her anymore; she 
couldn't remember anything; they had won, and she didn't even care. Fucking 
is so good, she thought. It was the only pleasure that still remained with 
her, and she knew she still wanted it very badly. She wanted to feel it 
again and again, from Jackson and Miller as well. She wanted to feel it 
every day for the rest of her life. 

 Chapter 8 

The dream was hazy and slow in forming, like the shape of an object suddenly 
seen beneath the current of a rushing stream. But when it did form it was 
not hazy at all, and in retrospect Marjorie would remember it as one of the 
most painfully vivid dreams she had ever had. In the dream she was simply 
having a conversation with Gladys Kucipak, a bland and nearly forgotten 
grammar school friend, with whom she had played skip rope and hopscotch as a 
little girl. The two of them were standing in front of the Renston drug 
store in the dream, and Gladys was listening attentively as Marjorie told 
her something. The dream contained no hint of what she was saying, and it 
was somehow implicit in the dream that what she said didn't matter. All she 
knew was that Gladys was listening. Marjorie kept on talking, and Gladys was 
a middle-aged woman, that she was at least forty years old. Then she 
realized that she was past forty too. She was forty or forty-two or 
forty-five, practically an old woman now, with twenty years gone past 
unnoticed, and everything in Renston having remained the same. It was the 
most horrible thing Marjorie had ever imagined. But in the dream neither 
Gladys nor she were horrified at all. Instead they only continued with their 
conversation, the dry, dull, mechanical gossip of two spinsters past their 
prime in a small town that had never had a prime at all. Gladys blinked her 
eyes and nodded attentively. Marjorie continued speaking, conscious of every 
movement of her lips, the feel of her withering forty year old skin, the 
laugh lines around her eyes. Gladys smiled faintly and nodded again. Behind 
her was the coin-operated scale that had stood in front of the Renston 
drugstore as long as they could remember. All around them the light was 
bright and clear and warm, endless and hollow, like the painting of a 
sunrise Marjorie had once seen on a high school field trip to an insane 
asylum. 

Gladys nodded and giggled politely. Marjorie felt her lips moving on and 
on.;.. 

Then it was very dark and cold, and the eighteen year old Marjorie was lying 
on her back on her bed 'at home, her mother's quilts strewn all about her. 
The only light was the pale iris of the moon, shining balefully through the 
window of hte bedroom. She could see and feel the darkness all around her, 
watch the shadows upon her desk and bureau and alarm clock, all the things 
she had left behind her in Renston a month ago. Her ivory skin felt hot and 
clammy under the sheer fabric of her nightie, and she realized that she had 
been sweating profusely as she slept. Marjorie automatically lifted her hand 
and felt her cheek. Her skin was soft and supple; she wasn't forty at all; 
she was still eighteen, and it had just been a dream. Marjorie moved her 
fingers across her face and felt her lips. They were wide open, and for a 
moment she couldn't understand why. Then she realized that the room was not 
silent, that she was still screaming as loud as she couid. "Marjorie?! 
Marjorie! Jesus Christ! You okay?" The bedroom door was pushed suddenly 
inward, revealing a human silhouette framed by the hallway light. Then the 
ceiling lamp was flicked on, and Marjorie stopped screaming and closed her 
eyes as her bedroom was flooded with light. The bedroom door was slammed 
shut, and she heard the figure walking across the room, felt the mattress 
give as he sat next to her on the bed. When Marjorie was able to open her 
eyes she was fully awake for the first time, lying sweating and shivering in 
her bedroom of her parents' house in Renston. Steve, her twenty year old 
brother, was sitting next to her. He was in his pajamas, and his longish 
brown hair was touseled. He was looking at her worriedly. 

"You okay?" Steve asked anxiously. "Marjorie? Hey, sis, you awake? Are you 
okay?" 

Marjorie moaned and blinked her eyes. There was a dull ache in her right 
temple, and in spite of the cold she could still feel the sweat glistening 
on her naked, milk white skin. Her nipples were distended stiffly against 
the sheer fabric of her nightie, and for some reason her pussy felt moist 
and warm. Marjorie shuddered and looked down at herself. It occurred to her 
vaguely that she was practically naked, that she should reach down for the 
quilt and cover herself for the sake of modesty. But she dismissed the 
instinctive thought quickly, instead groaning and resting her head against 
the headboard. She didn't have to cover herself in front of Steve. He was 
her brother; this was Renston; she wasn't in the big city anymore. 

"Marjorie?" Steve repeated. He lifted his arm and gently shook his sister's 
bare shoulder. "Hey sis, would you say something? are you okay?" 

"Yes," Marjorie whispered huskily. She smiled faintly and looked at Steve 
gratefully. "Thank you for . . . I'm sorry ... if I was screaming. I'm 
fine." 

"What was it?" 

"I had a.. . dream," Marjorie sighed absently. "A nightmare, something, I 
don't know. I must have frigntened me." 

"A dream? What was it about?" 

"I don't know," Marjorie murmured. She smiled suddenly and almost laughed. 
"I just... it was just a bad dream. I'm fine now. Nothing's wrong. Thank you 
for coming. I'm fine." 

Steve narrowed his eyes and looked at his younger sister with brotherly 
concern. They had not been particularly close as youngsters, but since 
Marjorie had flowered into womanhood he had treated her with more 
consideration and affection than he had shown either of their parents. Now 
it was obvious that he was worried about her psychological health. Both of 
them knew that'Marjorie had had few nightmares as a child, and both of them 
knew that she had certainly never awakened screaming in the middle of the 
night. Steve frowned and squirmed closer to his sister on the bed. 

"Well, I'd better sit up with you awhile," he said adamantly. "Talk a 
little." 

"No really^ Steve, that's okay." Marjorie smiled and patted her brother's 
hand. "It was just a bad dream. I'm still not used to being home, I guess. 
I'll be fine. You have to go to work tomorrow, remember? Honest, I'm fine." 

"No, we better talk," Steve replied. "If you went back to sleep now you 
might have the same dream all over again. Why don't you try to tell me what 
it was about?" 

Marjorie sighed wearily and stared vacantly at her long, unblemished legs, 
naked under the hem of the small nightie. 

"I don't really know what it was about," she said hesitantly. "I was . .. 
talking to somebody, and all of a sudden I got the feeling that I was really 
old, that my whole life was gone. ..." 

"Yeah?" 

"But it isn't the dream," Marjorie continued. "I'm just not used to being 
home yet, that's all. I mean, here I am, in Renston for God's sake, and this 
is just the place I swore I'd never live in again." 

"You really feel bad about having to leave the city, huh?" Steve asked. 

Marjorie turned her head and studied her brother's expression. Steve seemed 
pensive and moody, and as she realized his unselfish concern for her welfare 
she felt her mind flood with her sisterly love for him. But he would never 
understand, and it was no use trying to explain it to him. Marjorie closed 
her eyes and let her head fall back into the pillows. Steve fidgeted 
nervously and remained seated at her side, like a vigilant watchdog. It was 
all so confusing, Marjorie thought dreamily. Two weeks ago she'djust been 
getting used to her position as Walter Jackson's 'secretary,' and now it was 
as if she'd never left Renston at all. The only memory she had of the city 
was the clear picture of her failure. 

She was just a whore to Walter Jackson. The realization was extremely 
embarrassing to her, but as she considered it she knew that it was the only 
word. As far as he was concerned she was just an attractive, stupid, 
eighteen year old whore. He'd never intended to keep her on as his 
secretary-mistress, with her new salary and special office hours. Instead 
he'd only used her for awhile until he'd gotten tired of her, then thrown 
her out the nearest window like a used napkin. For two weeks, Marjorie 
reminded herself, for two weeks she'd served Jackson in her 'special 
capacity', as he so wonderfully put it. Then he got rid of her, and when all 
was said and done she had barely enough for the bus ticket home. 

And for two weeks she'd enjoyed herself as much as she had in her entire 
life. A shameful blush spread through Marjorie's cheeks, and she turned her 
head slightly to conceal her expression from her brother. That was the worst 
part. If she had hated it from beginning to end it would have been a little 
better, because at least then she could have left with some of her dignity 
intact. But she'd loved every single, delicious second. Two weeks had passed 
since the first encounter with Jackson and Miller, and every weekday Walter 
had fucked her several times on the couch of his plush office. So had 
Miller, and so had two other executives that Jackson felt obliged to humor 
with the forbidden pleasures of her body. In that time she had become 
literally addicted to the delights of her own sexuality. Before she had been 
a normal girl, with average appetites; now she almost felt like a 
nymphomaniac. In those two weeks she'd averaged four sexual experiences 
daily/arid even that hadn't been enough for her. She needed their big pricks 
now-.. She'd looked forward to the good hard fucking one of the four men 
gave her every other hour, and the feel of their throbbing organs in her 
pussy or asshole or mouth could make her cum instantaneously. When Jackson 
had told her to 'get lost' (She still had. trouble believeing that those 
were his very words.) her greatest regret had not been that she would have 
to return home, that all her dreams of finding a better life in the big city 
had failed. Instead it was only that she would not have them to satisfy the 
lascivious needs of her sexual heat. She had almost been tempted to tell 
Jackson that she would continue to fuck all four of them for free : 

But she hadn't, and now she was back in Renston. Marjorie blinked open her 
eyes and glanced at her brother. He was really the only friend she had in 
the world now. Her parents were off visiting a sick relative in another 
state, and though she hadn't seen them yet she had little doubt that they 
would receive her coldly when they returned. None of her old friends in 
Renston could understand her problems, and she had no inclination to try to 
explain. It had been a week since she had stepped off the bus that had taken 
her back from the city, and she had spent almost all her time by herself. 
Her brother was the only one she wanted to be with. For . seven days they'd 
spent almost all their times together in the big house after he got off 
work, and Marjorie had come to appreciate his company very much. Just 
watching television with him, or having dinner, or sitting around the living 
room talking... it felt as if that was the only pleasure she had left. If 
only he wasn't her brother, Marjorie thought wistfully. Then she could have 
sex with him too. 

"Are you sure you're okay?" Steve asked. "Honest, you don't look that good." 

Marjorie glanced at her brother and smiled affectionately. "No Steve, 
honest, I'm fine." 

"If you want I guess I could leave now," Steve said helpfully. "It's 
probably too late to have that same dream again. Do you want to be alone?" 

"No, that's okay, if you don't mind," Marjorie said. She placed her hand 
protectively on her brother's pajama-clad thigh and grinned. "As long as 
I've got you up I suppose I could use the company. Maybe if we could just 
sit for awhile." 

"Sure," Steve said quickly. He moved up on the mattress, resting his 
shoulder against the headboard and stretching his legs out next to his 
sister's body. "Believe me, that's okay. I understand. I'll stay as long as 
you want me to," Marjorie smiled contentedly and shut her eyes. For perhaps 
ten minutes the two of them sat quietly on the bed, Marjorie allowing her 
thoughts to drift easily through her mind and Steve watching her 
occasionally. After awhile Marjorie folded her hands behind her head and 
began to study the objects in her room. It was a harmless diversion, one 
guaranteed to keep her mind from her real problems. Besides, it was rather 
interesting. Most everything in her bedroom had been there since she. was a 
little girl, and studying the individual pieces brought back sentimental 
memories that she had long forgotten. Marjorie smiled slightly and let her 
eyes wander from the alarm clock to the teddy bear on the bureau, past her 
grandmother's hope chest to the monopology game Steve and she had squabbled 
over as children. Finally Marjorie found her eyes resting on Steve's 
pajamas. She wasn't sure why she was looking there, but for some reason they 
fascinated her more than anything else in the room. Marjorie focused her 
eyes and stared unconsciously at her brother's loins. The opening in his 
pajama bottoms was parted slightly because of the way he was sitting. She 
could see through it, could see his thick black pubic hair and the flaccid 
trunk of his penis. Her brother had a big penis, Marjorie realized idly. She 
turned her glance slightly and studied the lump of his soft prick as it 
stood against his thigh. Why, it was a very big penis. This was the first 
time she'd looked at it at all since they'd been little children, and Steve 
had certainly grown quite a bit since then. His dick was obviously in an 
un-aroused state, but her newfound experience with men told Marjorie that it 
would undoubtedly be an enormous, long, thick erection when it was hard. She 
had had no idea her brother was so well endowed, Marjorie thought lazily. 
She turned her head almost imperceptibly against the pillow and looked more 
closely at what she could see of her brother's member. Why, it wasn't just 
big; it was simply huge! Steve had an extremely big penis. So had Jackson, 
and so had Miller, but nothing like this. Steve obviously had the biggest 
penis she had ever seen. 

Suddenly Marjorie realized that she was getting very horny. Her large pink 
nipples were as stiff as two little rocks under her sheer nightie, and she 
could feel the pouting lips of her pussy moistening and warming with her 
incestuous arousal. Marjorie flushed slightly and tried to tell herself to 
stop staring at her brother's big dick. But she couldn't seem to do it. The 
more she looked at his organ the more excited she got, seeing the glimpse of 
the base through the opening of his pajamas, trying to imagine what it would 
be like when it got nice and stiff and hard. A tremor ran thr/nigh her 
spine, and the flush in her cheeks reddened. She was going to ask her own 
brother to fuck her, Marjorie realized. Two months ago that.would have been 
beyond the realm of her wildest imagination, but now she knew deep down 
inside that she was already on the verge of seducing him. The big city had 
really done its trick on her, she thought bitterly. First Henry, then Rick, 
then Jackson and all the rest. They'd introduced her to the pleasures of 
oralism and analism, and for two weeks four men had fucked her every day. 
Oh, it had really done its trick, all right. She wanted to fuck her own 
brother. She really was a whore . .. 

"Steve?" Marjorie whispered huskily. 

"Yeah?" 

"Steve, could you . . . well, this is kind of embarrassing . .. but all of a 
sudden I feel really cold and lonely somehow. It's hard to explain, but . .. 
could you .. . you know ... lie next to me in bed?" Marjorie smiled and 
looked at her brother anxiously. "I don't know why, but I really feel the 
need to be close to somebody." 

Steve pursed his lips and hesitated. For the first time in a week Marjorie 
saw her brother glance at her body, and as he looked at her mouthwateringly 
curvaceous nakedness through the transparent nightie she could tell by his 
expression that he was guiltily considering the same idea she was. Marjorie 
turned her hips on the bed and faced him as she lay on her side, smiling 
expectantly. Her nipples and pubic vee were clearly visible through the 
sheer fabric, and she could see Steve gulp nervously. Then he nodded his 
head almost grimly and lay on the mattress on his side facing her. Marjorie 
glanced at his pajamas; already she could see his big organ swelling 
slightly with excitement. 

"What ... what do you want me to do?" Steve asked quietly. 

"Just hold me," Marjorie said simply. She smiled and squirmed on the 
mattress towards him. Then she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and 
hugged him tightly, sighing as she felt her breasts flatten against his 
chest and their loins press closely together. "Ooooh, that feels nice!" she 
purred. "I hope you don't mind hugging me like this, Steve, but I just feel. 
.. I don't know.. .so by myself. If we could just lie here together like 
this for awhile I'd feel a lot better." 

"No, no problem," Steve said hesitantly. "Any thing you want, sis. No 
problem." 

Steve draped his arms around Marjorie's slender, bare shoulders and returned 
her embrace, hugging her affectionately as they lay side by side on the bed. 
But his cheeks were flushed almost beet red, and it was obvious that he was 
worried about the effects his sister's beautiful body might have on his 
libido. Marjorie sighed salaciously and pressed more tightly against him, 
rubbing her big stiff nip-pled breasts against his chest, pressing her long 
tapering legs lasciviously into his thighs. Steve groaned and shuddered. 
Almost immediately Marjorie felt the shaft of his meaty organ swelling 
stiffly with blood, pulsing to erection luridly against the flat expanse of 
her belly. A second later it was as big and hard as a rock. Steven shuddered 
again and made a vague attempt to pull away from her so that his huge dick 
wouldn't touch his sister's body. But it was no use. Marjorie could feel the 
length of his engorged member plainly against her loins as they embraced, 
the blue veined thickness of it beating and twitching against her pubic vee 
through her nightie. 

"Why, Steven!" Marjorie exclaimed. She giggled coyly and glanced unashamedly 
at the blatant lump in her brother's pajamas. "Is something wrong?" 

"I'm sorry, Marjorie," Steve croaked hoarsely. He blushed fiercely and 
managed a weak smile. "I guess I'm only human, you know." 

"I really didn't mean to excite you, Steve," Marjorie said. She widened her 
eyes and looked at him innocently, their faces only inches apart. "Honestly, 
I just wanted someone to hug me. I didn't think you'd get excited by your 
own sister." 

"Well, like I said, I'm sorry," Steve replied embarrassedly. He gulped hard 
and glanced furtively at the womanly fullness of his sister's bosom, 
flattened lasciviously against his chest. "You do have a pretty, you know, 
incredible body. It's just instinctive, I guess. You know ..." 

"I don't know, Steve," Marjorie whispered. "It really astonishes me that 
you'd get such a big erection lying like this with your sister. Do you 
really want to have sex with me that badly?" 

"Of course not!" 

"Then why is your cock so big and hard?" 

Steve blushed fiercely and averted his eyes. A delicious tingling stirred 
through Marjorie's pussy, and she felt her clitoris distending with her 
excitement. She knew that it would be better to prolong the seduction, but 
she could no longer help herself. She needed to have her brother's throbbing 
prick immediately. Sighing, Marjorie pushed her hand between their bodies 
and insinuated her fingers into the opening of his pajamas. Her hand closed 
around the bloated stalk of his organ, and as she felt the meaty thickness 
of it against her palm the heat in her wet cunt worsened considerably. 
Marjorie tightened her fingers and squeezed his cock hard. Then she quickly 
pulled his member through the opening of his pajamas, revealing her 
brother's stiffened penis in all its naked glory. 

"Marjorie!" Steve gasped and widened his eyes, staring at his wanton sister 
in utter shock. "Marjorie, what do you think you're doing..." 

"It's okay, Steven," Marjorie purred. She smiled unashamedly and gently 
began to stroke the loose flesh of his throbbing erection up and down, 
masturbating him as they embraced. "You can have sex with me if you want it. 
It doesn't matter at all." 

 Chapter 9 

"Marjorie, you better not do this. I mean it. This is really getting out of 
hand. You'd better stop. I mean it, right now!" 

Marjorie only giggled kittenishly and continued to stroke her brother's 
rampant phallus up and down with her hand. She could tell by his expression 
that he was extremely excited by now, and she knew from experience that he 
would soon succumb to his incestuous desires. Besides, she wouldn't have 
stopped even if he had really wanted to. Her pussy felt as if it was on 
fire, and the feel of her brother's enormous member was making her 
incredibly horny. She could feel the thickness of it pulsing against her 
palm, and she could feel the turgid shaft moistening as his seminal 
drippings seeped luridly down the stalk of his prick. Marjorie lowered her 
eyes and stared down their bodies. The bulbous head of Steve's cock seemed 
to be pointing at her like a purple mushroom, spongy and thick and obviously 
completely hard. Marjorie lifted her head and studied her brother's 
expression. Then she squirmed closer to him and wantonly lifted the hem of 
her nightie up to her waist, silently encouraging him to fuck her. 

"Marjorie, I mean it, you better stop right now," Steve said excitedly. "I'm 
really losing control of myself. It'll be incest if we do it. We'll never 
forget it for the rest of our lives." 

"I don't care, Steve. I want your cock inside me," Marjorie mewled. She 
lifted her leg and draped her thigh over her brother's hip, lifting her lush 
pubic mound into him so that the twitching glans of his organ was only 
inches from the pouting lips of her pussy. Then she hotly began to grind and 
pump her loins into him, moving in the unmistakable rhythms of copulation. 
"Fuck me, Steve," she hissed throatily. "I don't care if it's incest. I'm so 
horny I can't stand it. Just fuck me!" 

"Marjorie ... oh God, Marjorie ... oh God ..." 

Steve shut his eyes and grimaced intently, obviously making a last effort to 
control the force of his raging genital heat. Then his ravenous desire for 
his sister's body evidently caught up with him. Groaning, he reached between 
their bodies and clasped the blue veined trunk of his engorged member. 
Marjorie squealed delightedly and pressed that much closer. Steve skillfully 
lifted his hips, inserting the bulbous crown of his erection into the hair 
fringed slit of his sister's tight vagina. 

"Oh Steve, that feels so good," Marjorie sighed. A wanton thrill of arousal 
coursed through her loins, filling her whole body with the first pleasure of 
copulation. She could feel the head of her brother's meaty erection inside 
her cunt now, its thickness spreading the pouting labial lips far apart. 
Marjorie whimpered and began to pump her hips furiously on the mattress, 
thrusting her vagina again and again into the throbbing stiffness of Steve's 
organ. "Put it all the way in me now, Steve," she hissed needfully. "Go 
ahead, put your cock all the way in my pussy. It feels really good. Go 
ahead, go ahead! Fuck me!" 

Steve gasped and momentarily shut his eyes. Then he moved his hips steadily 
into his sister's nakedly splayed thighs, gradually sliding the entirety of 
his blood engorged member into the clinging depths of her exquisitely tight 
cunt. Marjorie moaned and clasped her thigh tightly around his waist, 
clutching his shoulders with her fingers as she felt her vagina completely 
penetrated by the hugeness of his prick. 

"Oh Steve, your dick is so big," she whimpered lasciviously. "My clitoris... 
I'm going to cum really fast. I can feel it already. Oh Jesus, your penis is 
so big! Fuck me, Steve! Fuck me hard, I just can't wait!" 

Steve remained motionless between his sister's thighs and shut his eyes. His 
expression was dreamy and beatific, indicating the extreme pleasure he took 
in the tightness of her hair fringed fissure as it wetly encased the pink 
hardness of his bloated organ. Sighing, Steve held the hem of her nightie 
and moved it completely up her body to her upper chest, revealing all of her 
pubic triangle and the swollen globes of her milk White breasts. His hands 
left her shoulders and dug hungrily into her ample mammaries, squeezing and 
milking the spongy flesh as if he expected to draw milk from the dusky pink 
nipples. Slowly but surely he began to rock back and forth as he lay next to 
her on the bed, sliding the throbbing stiffness of his member greasily in 
and out of her cunt. 

"Fuck me Steve, fuck me!" Marjorie squealed. She moaned and pumped her 
buttocks frantically into him, urging him as best she could to intensify the 
rhythm of their fornication. "Unhh unhh ungggggg hhhhhh! It's so big, it's 
so big and hard, I'm gonna cum! Fuck me, darling! I can feel it already, I'm 
gonna cum so much! Fuck my cunt, Steven! Fuck me fuck me fuck me ..." 

Steve moved his hands almost reluctantly from Marjorie's heavy breasts and 
clutched his fingers into the lithe taper of her hips. Then he quickly began 
to grind his lean buttocks back and forth, finally concentrating seriously 
on the sweetly convulsive movements of copulation. His glistening phallus 
darted steadily in and out of Marjorie's hair fringed vagina, chafing 
against her clitoris with each stroke and shooting deeper and deeper towards 
her womb. Marjorie gasped wantonly and threw her arms around his shoulders, 
embracing him as she felt her body overwhelmed by the sensations of their 
fucking. It had been over a week since Jackson had last given her his cock, 
and she had not realized until now how horny she had been for sexual 
attention. She needed sex now. The big city had revealed the pleasure to 
her, and she couldn't do without it again. She needed to be fucked several 
times a day, and it made little difference to her if she happened to be 
related to the man whose penis was pumping deep inside her. She loved Steve. 
She loved him as a brother, and she loved the size and beauty of his raging 
erection, hammering through her spread pussy lips again and again. She loved 
her brother so much. 

"Harder, Steve," Marjorie moaned hoarsely. "Go ahead and fuck me harder, I'm 
gonna cum. Unggg-hhhhh! oh Steve . .. your big cock .. . awwwwng ggghhhhhh 
fuck me! I'm going to cum, Steve, Steve ... harder .. . fuck me harder now 
... unggghhh! Unh unh unh unh unh.. .." 

Steve winced and twisted against his sister's body, until they were halfway 
between a side-to-side and a missionary.position. His throbbing erection 
continued to thrust and pump through her hair fringed slit, ravaging her 
cuntal orifice so steadily that the bed squeaked obscenely beneath them. 
Groaning, he dropped his head and buried his face into the sweat-coated orbs 
of her bosom. His lips found her stiff, reddish nipple and he eagerly began 
to suck it, drawing the distended tip of her breast deep into his mouth. 

That was enough to put Marjorie over the edge. For one long, agonizing 
moment, as her brother sucked her tit and worked his engorged member through 
her clasping pussy, she gasped and remained motionless against him. Then the 
delicious warmth exploded through her loins, and she realized that she was 
on the verge of one of the most intense orgasms of her life. Marjorie 
shrieked arid clung helplessly to Steve's shoulders as the first spasms 
began to wrack her body. Then she hungrily pumped her pussy into him as fast 
as she could, flaring her nostrils with animalish pleasure as she felt the 
entirety of his bloated organ embed itself into the clinging warmth of her 
tight, orgasming vagina. 

"Fuck me Steve!" Marjorie cried. "Unggg ggg-hhh! Oh God, fuck me now, I'm 
cumming! Awww-nnn ggghhhhh! I can feel it now. .. harder! Fuck me harder, oh 
God I'm cumming! UNGGGGGGHHH HHH HHH I'M CUMMING! FUCK MY CUNT! FUCK ME . . 
. FUCK ME . . . AWWWWWW AWWWWWWWWW WWW I'M CUUUMMMIII NNNNNNGGGGGGGGG..." 

The spasms of cumming poured repeatedly through Marjorie's loins, making the 
walls of her pussy contract convulsively around the blue veined stiffness of 
her brother's swollen member. For a moment the shaft of Steve's organ grew 
to absolute hardness inside her cunt, throbbing furiously with its 
engorgement of blood. Then his testicles contracted, and the thick load of 
his semen spewed explosively from his cum slit. The white gushers of sperm 
squirted into Marjorie's pussy again and again, filling her pink sheath 
completely and burbling in a lewd stream down the insides of her thighs. 
Steve grimaced with his agonizing pleasure and eagerly pumped his emptying 
dick in and out of her vagina, sighing as the last droplets of cum oozed out 
of his spongy cock head. 

Then their first incestuous coupling was completed. With a kittenish whimper 
Marjorie tossed her arms around Steve's shoulders and clung protectively to 
his strong body, smiling as she felt his enormous erection begin to soften 
inside her cunt. She did not have to ask herself if she felt guilty or 
ashamed of what she had just done. In all her experiences in the city the 
guilt had been present, and as soon as the wild heat of her sexual passion 
was completed she would feel her shame bearing down on her like a vise. But 
this time she had lost the guilt entirely. She needed her brother 
desperately. She had returned home a failure, and she couldn't help feeling 
that she would be doomed to live in Renston for the rest of her life. The 
only friend she had was her brother. She needed Steve, Marjorie thought 
adamantly. She needed his companionship, and she needed the intense sexual 
pleasure that only a man could give her. It didn't matter that they were 
sister and brother. If anything that only made their fucking so much better, 
because there could be no doubting the sincerity of their love. Already 
Marjorie could feel herself looking forward unashamedly to doing it with her 
"again and again. Their sex would be the only pleasure she had in Renston, 
the only thing that would make her life worth living. She loved her brother 
so much. "You liked that, didn't you Steve?" Marjorie whispered. She 
tightened her arms around his shoulders and looked anxiously into his eyes. 
"Steven? You don't feel bad now that it's over, do you? We can do it again?" 

Steve smiled back at her and nodded his head. 


End
