LLP-111 Drugged Into Sin by Peter Jenkins


Chapter 1


The skies were clouded with the gray misty haze that make February days 
in the East so depressing. Christine looked out of her bedroom window 
and onto the back campus of the fashionable Eastern boarding school she 
was forced to attend since her parents had been killed in an accident 
two years ago. Until that time she had been completely happy in the 
local high school in the small, but friendly farming community in 
Southeastern Pennsylvania. Although she was less than three hundred 
miles from her hometown she found the locale of the school far from 
cheerful. Coal mines, grey dust, smoky mountains did not replace the 
grain fields, green lawns, plentiful foliage which she could enjoy when 
she looked out of her bedroom window at home.

Home! What a laugh, she thought. Since her parents death she had been 
living with an aunt and uncle who were her legal guardians until she 
reached twenty-one. They had control of the insurance money, which 
would have actually left her quite well off, and decided that it would 
be best, to send her away to school. Christine was certain that they 
were going to make sure that she never got any of the money even when 
she did reach the legal age, and that was why she was being sent away 
to school. After all, her aunt and uncle had never had children of 
their own and what did they know about a young girl's feelings and 
needs. They just wanted her out of the way!

Well, just two more weeks until Spring Vacation. This thought 
brightened her spirits considerably. She was being allowed to bring her 
boyfriend home for the two weeks since his parents were on an extended 
cruise of the Caribbean. Two weeks to share things with Jimmy! The 
restrictions placed on all the boarding students at the school made it 
almost impossible to have a normal dating relationship. She was 
seventeen. Jimmy was eighteen and they had to sneak even a good-night 
kiss after the Saturday night dances sponsored by the school. The 
dormitory mother was always there watching disapprovingly as if it were 
a sordid, dirty thing to show any sort of affection. "Public display of 
affection is disgusting!" That had been drilled into the girls' heads 
from the first day they arrived at the school. If you were caught in 
what the faculty considered a "compromising situation"--such as holding 
hands, you were campused for a week for "Socializing." It seemed that 
they were so afraid that one of the girls would get in trouble, and 
this alone stifled any normal, healthy relationship between the boys 
and girls.

Until she had been sent away to school she had always been allowed to 
date freely. Her parents trusted her and with her strict Methodist 
upbringing a girl just didn't let things get out of hand. She valued 
her virginity and planned to save it for her future husband, but a 
good-night kiss was far from going "all the way," as her generation put 
it.

Her feelings for Jimmy she felt were love. She enjoyed his kisses, 
brief caresses, and found herself longing for more, but she had always 
kept herself in check--or at least the school rules had!

Now she would be able to spend two whole weeks with Jimmy. Even though 
it would be under the supervision of her aunt and uncle, it would be 
far more relaxed than the strict., unreasonable school regulations.

Suddenly she was jolted out of her daydreams as the chapel bell rang, 
signaling the start of the next class. She walked slowly across the 
street to the main building, hoping to catch a glimpse of Jimmy before 
she went to her French class.

*  *  *

The two weeks went quickly and as the Greyhound Bus rolled down the 
forest lined mountain roads Christine felt a new exhilaration and an 
unexplainable apprehension about the coming vacation. Jimmy held her 
hand tightly and kissed her light on the cheek.

"What's on your mind, sweet thing?" he asked.

"Nothing, really. I was just thinking what it's going to be like to 
spend a whole two weeks with you--without the school's regulations and 
eyes staring at us. We've been able to control our emotions so far, but 
I was wondering whether it is because we are strong or because we had 
to."

"Don't worry. I know how you feel about things and I would never do 
anything to hurt you. Now relax."

She leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes, picturing the rolling 
green lawns, the trees in the backyard and smiled to herself. This was 
going to be a good vacation. Jimmy stared at her as she sat there, so 
peaceful, so full of hopes and dreams. She is a beautiful girl, he 
thought. His eyes wandered over the full length of her body.

The thin cotton dress she was wearing did little to conceal the already 
ripe body of a woman.

The neckline of her dress was just low enough to reveal the slight 
cleavage of her already full ample breasts, too full for a seventeen 
year old.

The material clung tightly around her midriff accentuating the firm, 
round globes, the small waist and the fullness of her hips. Her legs 
were long and slender, almost fawn-like. Yes indeed, she's quite a 
knockout! I'm a very lucky guy!

The four hour bus ride passed rapidly and as the driver called out 
"Lancaster, Pa." Jimmy reached across her and shook her gently to wake 
her up. His arm brushed against the firm fullness of her breasts and 
sent a chill through his body and settled in his loins.

Christine stirred and opened her eyes slowly. She smiled at him and 
said, "Well, here we are!" She got out of her seat to make room for 
Jimmy and reached for a small bag on the overhead rack. As she 
stretched she gave him, as well as the other passengers, a brief 
glimpse of her stockinged legs and the white flesh which showed between 
her nylons and her garter belt.

Jimmy drew a sharp breath, trying to fight back the slight bulge which 
was about to show through his tailored slacks. He reached up to help 
her with the bag, so she went ahead, out the door into the warm 
sunshine of southern Pennsylvania.

She looked around the small station until she spotted her Aunt Helen 
and Uncle Roger. After hurried introductions, they piled into the 
station wagon and headed for the farm. She was not particularly fond of 
her aunt and uncle. Her aunt tried to be kind and understanding, but 
her uncle was a different story. She felt uneasy when she was alone in 
a room with him. His eyes seemed to devour her, making her feel 
completely naked and defenseless. His hands would always be 
accidentally brushing against her behind or across her chest as he 
pretended to reach for something. She just didn't trust him, and today 
was no different. She could feel his eyes burning right through the 
material of her summer dress. His stare was so obvious that she 
wondered why her aunt hadn't noticed it. But that was Aunt Helen, 
trusting and completely oblivious to things going on around her!

Thank God Jimmy is here, she thought. At least maybe now he will keep 
his hands to himself and stop those awful, degrading looks. He just 
makes me feel dirty.

She tried to put these thoughts out of her mind as the car moved along 
through the residential section of town to the country. The sweet smell 
of trees budding, grass growing and the crocus blooming revitalized her 
spirits, and she reached across the seat and grabbed Jimmy's hand. He 
returned her affectionate squeeze and gave her a quick smile.

He's just nervous about meeting my relatives, she thought. But he was 
trying desperately to control the flood of emotion he was feeling. Here 
he was, away from the school for a whole two weeks with one of the 
loveliest and most sensual girls he had ever met, holding her hand, and 
finally they would have a chance to be alone. He could feel the 
tightening grow between his legs and feel his penis straining against 
its confines.

I've got to get this off my mind, he mused, and tried to force himself 
to look at the scenery and think of something else ... anything else! 
He wanted her desperately! Too desperately!

They pulled up the drive to the house. It was a quaint farmhouse,, the 
kind you see on the postcards of the Pennsylvania Dutch country. The 
hex signs were freshly painted on the side of the barn which was a 
contrast to the weathered wood of the rest of the building. A huge 
sheep dog came running to greet them, jumping up on the side of the 
car.

"That's Bear," Christine said. "I've had him since he's been a puppy!"

Everyone piled out of the car and headed for the house.

"I'll show you to your room, Jimmy," her uncle said. "You women can 
make us all something to eat, I'm starved."

Reluctantly Jimmy followed her uncle up the stair to the second floor 
of the house. He was hoping that Christine would have shown him to his 
room. At least then he could have held her for a moment and kissed her 
properly.

Oh well, he thought. Perhaps this is best. After all, we do have a lot 
of time ahead of us.

Supper was light and informal. Christine seemed to virtually gulp her 
food so that there would be time after dinner to show Jimmy around the 
farm. She glanced across the table at him, then lowered her eyes and 
blushed slightly. I know he wants to be with me as much as I want to be 
with him, she thought to herself. Tonight will be the first time we've 
been alone since I've known him.

Her uncle gave her one of his lustful looks that made her feel that he 
could sense what she was thinking. It made her skin begin to crawl and 
she turned her head away from his knowing gaze.

The moon was bright as they walked across the yard toward the barn. 
Jimmy held onto her hand and leaned over to kiss her forehead.

"You look lovely in this light, more lovely than I've ever seen you."

She could feel a burning sensation in her loins, gnawing at her very 
being, and she knew that she had to have this desire satisfied. She 
stood very still, looking at Jimmy, almost coyly, a vague and graceful 
sylph. Her breasts were barely covered by the low, tight fit of the 
dress and he could see the tautness of the flesh of her ribs as it 
strained against the material and accentuated the enormous, proud 
thrust of her breasts.

She moved closer towards him, the flesh of her thighs rippling in 
sinuous hollows.

He stood rooted to the spot, gazing at her. He was unable to move and 
could only wait for her to come to him. He could feel his penis, hot 
and pulsing, forming a great jut under his thin trousers. He felt 
helpless against its throbbing and pushing, and the ache to grab her 
and take her right there on the barn floor raced through his entire 
body. He was aware only of her, a movement of firm, beautiful flesh 
towards him and the enormous, scorching tingle in the lower regions of 
his loins.

She reached out for him and clasped him tightly, desperately, breathing 
heavily. The tenderness and love he felt for her made his longing even 
stronger and he gasped, "God, we've got to stop this right now or else 
it will be too late, I can't wait much longer for you!" Her answer was 
a low, animal-like moan, throaty and promising. Her hands clasped his 
neck and pulled his face down against her so that their cheeks 
caressed, as the other intimate end of her body pressed and bumped 
against him, rubbing up and down against the hard protuberance of his 
erection. With a feeling of despair that they were two people rather 
than one, he buried his lips in her neck and moved his hands 
quiveringly down the smooth, flawless flesh of her upper back until it 
was hidden in the confines of her dress. As his exploring fingers 
reached the start of the outward bulge of her hips, he strained her 
body against him. His hands moved on down over and around the softness 
of her flesh until they were cupping her buttocks in a sensual ecstasy 
of their own. He forced her hips in at his, crushing her against his 
penis until it hurt him, torturing himself. Her buttocks were smooth 
and hard as she strained into him, then she relaxed and her buttocks 
expanded fully into his hands.

"You love me?" he whispered.

Her arms moved around his neck in reply and the pressure was so great 
that when she kissed him his lips were crushed back on his teeth and he 
could hardly breathe.

"I love you," she whispered softly.

His hands ran over her body with growing urgency, over the fullness of 
her breasts, the roundness of her hips and the resilient firmness of 
her thighs. His fingers began to work at the hem of her dress, pulling 
it up until he could feel the soft silk of her panties. She moaned 
quietly under his persistent touch and pulled him downward to the hay 
covered floor. His fingers found the tight elastic of her leg-band and 
gently, but persistently pushed them inside until he could feel the 
soft pubic mound and the most intimate part of her body. She wriggled 
under his touch, knowing that she should stop him but straining her 
body toward his fingers at the same time. Slowly he tugged at the brief 
panties until she lay completely exposed and vulnerable to his touch 
and every wanton caress.

His penis was throbbing wildly inside the tight confines of his 
trousers. Reluctantly he released one hand and tugged at the zipper of 
his fly. He had to free his pulsing, demanding organ. He had to have 
relief from this sweet torture. The urgency of his passion seemed to 
become unbearable and his swollen penis gave an involuntary jolt, 
moving sharply towards his belly as he released it.

"Oooohhhhhh, darling, we must stop! It isn't right. Not now. I can't 
... I can't ..." Christine moaned softly, but at the same time she 
couldn't take her eyes away from his thick, warm staff as it jerked 
upwards. It sent a desire through her that she had never felt before. 
They had necked and petted, but it had never gotten this far. She had 
felt the stiffness of his manhood through his trousers, but she had 
never seen it and she found it difficult to believe the size, it had 
grown to in his excitement.

Sharply, she turned on her side, extending her smooth, round buttocks 
towards him. She reached behind him and pulled him towards her until 
she could feel the hardness and the jerking of his cock against her 
stomach.

Once more he let his hands wander down towards the intimate crease of 
her vagina and slowly began to finger the pubic mound, searching for 
the tiny hair-lined slit and protective lips. He found the hard little 
clitoris which he had read about in sex books and he massaged it gently 
while Christine moaned and writhed her body furiously under his touch.

"That's wonderful," she breathed, almost indistinctly as she let her 
own hands drop down to caress his throbbing cock. He gasped at the 
suddenness of her touch against his bare flesh, it was almost too much 
for him to stand. He began to rock his body back and forth as her hand 
grasped tighter and tighter around the frustrated penis. The agony was 
unbearable and he finally found the tight, elastic slit of her vagina 
and forcefully drove a finger deep into her soft, warm channel. She 
gasped in pain and shock at the sudden intrusion.

"Ooooooooh! Stop, darling. That hurts. You'll have to do it slower."

But, the boy was breathing too rapidly now to listen to her plea and 
continued the punishing movement of his fingers, more quickly and 
powerfully. She could feel the pressure in her loins begin to lessen as 
her vagina began to lubricate with her love fluid, but she was afraid 
that he could puncture the virginity that she had so highly and 
carefully protected. She tried to push him away, but the weight of his 
body prevented her from moving her hands. His penis was jerking and 
throbbing wildly now as it pushed in and out of her tightly clenched 
fists. He felt that he could not wait, he was about to cum and he 
wanted to ram his denied prick deep into her belly. He had to have her 
and have her now!

Christine began to cough out sounds from her throat until he was not 
sure whether he was really hurting her that badly or whether it was 
some choking passion. With a great effort he slowed his rhythm of 
finger fucking and tried to force her over on her back so that he could 
take her as she should be taken.

"Nooooo, Jimmy. We mustn't do this! We must save it, darling, we must 
save it!"

Ignoring her pleas in his pent-up passion, he forced her backward until 
she lay completely open, exposed and vulnerable. His penis was about to 
burst as his hands went to his loins in an effort to pry her fingers 
away from his thick, stiffened staff so that he could totally impale 
her with his maleness. She tried to tighten her grip around the jerking 
flesh as he pulled back away from her touch, but she could feel her 
fingers slowly losing their grip.

As her fingers could feel the hard, rounded head of his penis leave her 
grip, he gasped, "Damn ... damn it! I'm going to cum ... I'm going to 
cum now!" She could feel a sudden bursting and sticky substance cover 
the palm of her hand as his hips thrust forward wildly in thwarted 
passion. She could feel the jerking of the muscles of his prick as they 
relaxed and contracted, shooting forth his sperm into her hand and onto 
the barn floor, and finally with a last weakening thrust he flopped 
forward onto her, his penis deflating and slipping out of her hand.

Slowly he rolled over onto his back, trying to avoid her gaze and zip 
his pants at the same time. All of a sudden he felt embarrassed and 
ashamed ... ashamed of the fact that he might have raped her and now 
that his pent-up desire had been satisfied, at least to a certain 
extent, he did not know what to say.

She just lay there, her skirt pulled up around her waist, her panties 
were at her ankles and she looked at him ... or looked through him with 
almost unseeing eyes, he was not sure which.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, not knowing what else to say.

"I'm not," she replied, "but we can't let this happen again, Jimmy. We 
came too close this time."

He nodded in agreement, but he knew that since it had gone this far, 
the next time there would be no stopping. He sensed that she knew it 
too, but these were words that had to be spoken for propriety's sake 
and to salve the conscience. Slowly she got dressed and straightened 
her rumpled skirt as much as possible and got to her feet.

"We'd better get back to the house before they become suspicious," she 
whispered, and kissed him wetly on the cheek.

As they walked from the barn, she noticed a long shadow across the 
doorway. When she looked up she saw who was standing there ... her 
uncle! I wonder how long he's been outside?

Was he listening? Watching? She said nothing, but grabbed Jimmy's hand 
and walked straight to the house.

*  *  *

Christine went straight to her room after again kissing Jimmy lightly 
on the cheek. Her bedroom and bath were in the opposite end of the big 
house--away from her aunt and uncle and away from Jimmy! She liked to 
have her privacy when she was home and she felt safe being away from 
the lustful gaze of her uncle. He made her feel so uneasy, she just 
didn't trust him.

She lay on her bed fully-clothed for several minutes thinking about her 
experience with Jimmy in the barn. She had never felt a desire grow so 
strong. The unfulfilled desire and passion still ached between her legs 
and she was slightly regretful that she hadn't let Jimmy take her right 
then and there. They were in love, she rationalized, so it wouldn't 
have been so bad ... people in love were supposed to feel like this.

Dreamily she let her hands roam over the young, voluptuous curves of 
her body. Her full, white breasts were still taut from the passionate 
caresses of her lover--or rather, would-be lover. She played with the 
hard, pink nipples beneath her blouse making them stand even more erect 
and she pinched them between her fingers until they ached with a 
strange all-pervading desire. She rubbed them pensively, lifting her 
breasts so that they were cupped lazily in the palms of her hands. The 
caress made her feel drowsily sexy and very unfulfilled. Her attention 
was directed towards the softness of her thighs, and the maddening 
tingle which burned deep in her loins. She pressed her legs tightly 
together, letting her firm, full thighs rub excitingly against the soft 
pulsing lips of her vagina.

She looked quickly around her empty room, then, licking her lips in 
secret anticipation, she slowly pulled her dress up over her thighs 
until the white strips of satin covered elastic which held her 
stockings taut were exposed. She raised them gently away from the 
softness of her leg and let them fall back with a faint, exciting snap 
onto her bare skin. She raised herself off the bed and quickly pushed 
aside the crotch band of her silk bikini panties and let her fingers 
stray casually to the sparse hair-lined lips of her vagina. She plucked 
tenderly at the soft mound, sliding her fingers along the warm, moist 
slit down between her legs. They dipped slightly into the throbbing 
orifice where her warm, open channel was throbbing impatiently to 
receive attention. She hesitated for a moment, thinking that she 
shouldn't really be doing this, but she couldn't stand the pressure 
that was building deep in her belly. And suddenly with a deep helpless 
moan, she spread her legs out wide and propped her feet up on the wall 
next to her bed, keeping her thighs well apart. She stared down, 
watching with undisguised fascination as her fingers gradually parted 
the soft strands of pubic hair and drew the lips of her vagina gently 
apart, revealing the wet open slit running down to the tightly clenched 
cheeks of her buttocks.

She moistened her lips again and she could feel her heart begin to 
pound furiously as her eyes were glazed and staring unseeing at the 
ceiling.

She teased her forefinger along the exposed opening, pressing gently 
into the soft, wet skin. Her fingernail scratched delicately at the 
rising hardness of her clitoris, making the tactile piece of soft, pink 
flesh stand up boldly. Her middle finger meanwhile, slipped 
unobtrusively into the very center of her pulsing vagina, working its 
way insistently deeply into the warm, moist cavern.

She half closed her eyes, playing lingeringly with her aching cunt, 
tickling and wiggling her finger in and out of the tiny opening until 
her buttocks were twitching automatically in a clenching and 
unclenching rhythm. Her other hand wandered back to her full, white 
breasts, letting her fingers roll the supple flesh and pinch at the 
stiffened nipples. Her desire now had become almost uncontrollable. She 
recalled her sex experiences at school which had been so frustrating 
because of the close watch they kept on the girls and her urge to be 
satisfied mounted. Her fingers were now racing in and out of her vagina 
as she fingered herself with rising passion and desire. She wiggled her 
buttocks violently, thrusting her loins down upon the intruding, but 
maddening fingers. She wanted to be fulfilled ... now! If only that 
were possible. Why hadn't she let Jimmy take her ... why ... why. She 
let herself be carried away on a tide of remembrance of his hands on 
her naked flesh, savoring each erotic memory, slowly increasing the 
tempo of her fingering until her fingers were flashing in and out of 
her aching cunt at a fever pitch of abandoned passion.

She panted desperately as the sensations in her tormented vagina 
building wildly to the breaking point. She could feel her ankles 
drumming helplessly on the wall, and she delved even more furiously 
into the tight pulsating orifice. Clenching her thumb and forefinger 
over the nipple of her breast she pinched hard, bruising the taut 
throbbing bud ... pinching ... pinching!

Suddenly she lay completely still poised for a split second on the 
brink of orgasm.

She tensed herself, tightening her muscles in violent, eclipsing 
contractions as she felt herself suddenly explode inside! She had never 
reached a climax before and she let herself writhe in complete and 
utter abandonment as she felt the warm wet fluids of passion bubbling 
around deep inside her.

She let out a long, heartfelt sigh of relief and slowly and gently 
withdrew her glistening fingers from the well of her vagina. The lips 
closed silently, gratefully together as the last of her passion juices 
seeped wetly between her fingers.

She closed her eyes, savoring the delicious after moments of her 
masturbation, and her fingers rested lightly on the hard mound of her 
pubic hair, playing softly with the intimate curls between her legs.

Hesitantly she got up from her bed, undressed and threw a thin robe 
carelessly around her shoulders and walked to the bathroom, still in a 
sex-satisfied daze. She stared at her self in the full length mirror in 
the bath, admiring the ripe, sensual curves of her body. She did not 
have the body of the average seventeen year old, she was much fuller, 
much more rounded, like that of a full grown woman, yet without the 
telltale wrinkles or sagging. Her skin was supple and porcelain, 
completely without blemish.

Since she was alone in this part of the house, she didn't bother to 
close the bathroom door and the overhead light from the hallway gave 
her a better view of her body. She had never felt so sure of herself, 
as though she were the first woman to ever experience such a climax and 
she swayed slightly as if to make-believe music as she looked and 
admired herself in the mirror. She was so enthralled with her movements 
and her new awakening that she didn't notice or hear the door open at 
the far end of the hall and close quietly behind another person ... a 
man! She turned on the shower and bent to feel the water temperature 
before hopping in. The glass enclosure around the shower was clear so 
that she could watch herself as she washed, except for the slight steam 
from the hot water.

The man at the end of the hall moved slowly and quietly toward the 
bathroom, standing just far enough behind the open door so that he 
could see her in the shower, but she couldn't see him!

His heart was pounding and he could feel the bulge in his pajama 
bottoms become bigger and harder until in a matter of seconds it had 
reached full erectness. He let his hand go down and feel the stiff, 
pulsing rod as it jerked against the thin material. Slow down, he 
gloated silently to himself ... wait for a few minutes and you will 
have complete satisfaction as you take this lovely, virginal girl. The 
thought of being inside her made it almost impossible for him to 
control himself, but he tried to concentrate on watching her wash 
herself, as if she were preparing herself for the sacrifice!

He gazed at the tight orifice of her bottom as she bent to soap her 
legs. She had long, full buttocks, very slender at the start under the 
slim waist, billowing out like a sail in the wind and rounding into 
perfect, round thighs. Her rear looked deep and enticing, the buttocks 
jutted nicely with a warm-looking dark cleavage which opened slightly 
as she bent forward to reveal the darker point of her tiny almost 
concealed anus. He watched the muscles of her thighs tensing as she 
soaped and they seemed to flow up and down in a continual motion of 
sensuality.

She straightened and turned a little. Her profile was remarkable! It 
wasn't often you got such a perfect woman. Her breasts were high and 
full, white mounds of firm, soft flesh and her belly was as flat as a 
board. She moved around a little more and he saw the light muscles of 
her stomach working as she soaped her pubic mound and the intimate 
folds of her vagina. His penis jerked involuntarily as he watched with 
lust-filled eyes. She was a picture of grace and symmetry--long-bodied, 
long-legged. She had delicately strong features and she reminded him of 
the first young girl he had ever had years ago, and now she would be 
had again! Except that he would be the first man to ever have her! He 
was certain of that!

He loosened the strings at the fly of his pajamas and pulled out his 
giant penis, stiff and throbbing and stroked it reflectively. Should he 
rush in and take her there on the bathroom rug, or wait a bit to savor 
the anticipation. He hesitated, his breath coming rapidly. He would 
wait. He took a last look at the long statue of silky, living flesh and 
ducked down the hall into one corner of her bedroom to wait for her to 
come out of the shower.

He waited impatiently, knowing that he would be the first man to 
penetrate her virginal body. He reflected on the scene he had witnessed 
in the barn between her and her boyfriend. She had pushed him away 
trying to save her virginity--but tonight, he would have her! He could 
just picture the look on her face as he would go toward her--the fear, 
the horror and the utter uselessness her struggles would be against him 
and his massive rod. He would hold her down unmercifully, let his hands 
wander all over that voluptuous body, knead her breasts until she 
wanted to scream out in pain and finally he would push his pulsing, 
gigantic prick up to the deepest depths of her belly, penetrating that 
thin membrane of her virginity and fuck her until she begged for him to 
stop. He could hardly wait for her to come out of the bathroom. His 
passion was at a fever pitch and his loins ached in anticipation. He 
had waited a long time to get at his niece and now the time had 
arrived.

It seemed like an hour, but he finally heard the shower turned off and 
her voice as she sang quietly to herself. Proud bitch, he thought to 
himself. Well, you won't be so proud when I'm through with you. I'm 
going to fuck the daylights out of you until no one else--especially 
that pious boyfriend of yours--will even want to look at you. Your body 
will be so bruised from passion that you won't want to see tomorrow's 
sunlight. These thoughts excited him beyond belief. She wouldn't dare 
tell anyone, either. She would be too scared and too ashamed! He 
laughed lewdly at this thought. This was going to be a night to 
remember.

She dried herself slowly, letting the towel rub sensually against her 
body. She could still feel a slight tingle between her legs and in the 
tightness of her nipples as she rubbed her breasts dry. She wanted to 
go back to the privacy of her room and masturbate again, but put this 
thought out of her mind. Am I turning into a sex-starved fiend, she 
mused and blushed softly! She had managed to fight down her desire in 
the barn, and had satisfied herself with her own hands and fingers and 
had protected her precious virginity. That was all that really mattered 
anyway!

Without bothering to put her robe back on she walked to her bedroom, 
strutting like a peacock, stretching her body with each step. She 
locked the door and lazily dropped on her bed, extending her naked 
sensual body out full length and closed her eyes to go to sleep. 
Suddenly, without actually realizing why, she sat straight up. She had 
a feeling that someone was watching her! She looked around the room and 
called out softly with bated breath. "Who's there?" When no answer 
came, she rationalized that it was just her guilty conscience and lay 
back on the pillow once again. Then she saw a movement! Her closet door 
was flung open and she was face to face with her uncle! She wanted to 
scream, but it seemed to stick in her throat and nothing but a dry, 
helpless rasp came out. "Hello, Christine," he laughed with an 
unmistakable gleam in his small beady eyes. "Expecting someone else? 
Your boyfriend, perhaps?"

She reached for the quilt at the end of the bed in an effort to cover 
her nakedness, but her uncle quickly grabbed it from her hands, leaving 
her completely exposed as he leered down at her, his eyes devouring 
every part of her soft, nude body.

Her eyes were wide with fright and she tried to think clearly, but the 
only things in her mind were her fear of her uncle, her hatred of him 
and her love for Jimmy.

"So you've been having a little affair with your boyfriend, have you? 
He's got class, hasn't he? Wouldn't take you in the barn tonight? You 
liked that, didn't you, you little tease? Don't try to lie to me, I saw 
the whole thing, you teasing little bitch!"

His desire had become sadistic now and he relished the look of fear 
that was frozen on her pretty face. She closed her eyes, trying to 
fight back the tears of terror that were starting, and he moved closer 
to her.

"Don't scream, my darling niece, or I'll have to gag you! I've watched 
you for a long time and now I'm going to have you ... break you in 
right. I'll teach you a few things and some new tricks that you can go 
back and teach that young friend of yours!" He laughed menacingly as 
his hand reached out and grabbed one of her breasts cruelly.

"When I'm through with you, you won't be a virgin anywhere on your 
body. What do you think of that?"

She tried, once again, to scream, but his hand crashed hard across her 
face in warning and she knew that it would be useless to fight.

She turned towards him, the color drained from her face, the fight for 
composure lost in a second, everything given away.

His laugh was menacing, the edge of the snarl like a razor. He was not 
going to show her any mercy, she was sure of that!

"What has been going on between you two? What else besides what I saw 
in the barn tonight?" His voice had risen to a roar.

"Answer me, answer me!" he almost screamed, and with a second blow from 
his hand something snapped inside her. Her fear for this brute had 
continued so long that it was either going to be pent-up inside 
forever, or it would break into rebellion now!

"We love each other," she hurled back at him.

"Well, well--so you're in love. I wonder how much he will love you 
after I'm through with you?" He laughed cruelly again, almost spitting 
out the terrible words at her.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, his hands pinning her shoulders to 
the blanket. With one hand on her throat he let his other roam 
lustfully over the curves of her breasts, pinching her already sore 
nipples and over the firm flatness of her belly. His fingers slowly, 
teasingly, ran down the supple flesh of her thighs, running towards her 
knees on the outside of her leg and then tauntingly, slowly, yet 
demandingly up the inside of her legs, squeezing the plumpness of her 
thighs just below the pubis. She froze, her whole body stiffened under 
his repelling touch. Oh God! I can't let him do this to me, she 
thought, but she knew that it was already too late.

She opened her eyes slightly and she could see his massive prick 
sticking stiffly out from underneath his cotton pajamas. He was huge! 
His gigantic manhood was jerking up against his belly, the head was red 
and throbbing. He saw her look at his manhood and chuckled, "You like 
it? Be patient ... you shall have it shortly. You shall have it 
everywhere!"

He wanted to hurt her, violently, to humiliate her. He wanted to rape 
her, to sink his penis into her, submit her painfully to him. He wanted 
to humiliate her in a way that would really bite deep so that she 
couldn't possibly imagine that it was a kind, patient lover between her 
legs.

He saw her body naked and prostrate, beautiful as he had imagined it 
from the brief spying in the shower. Without effort he pinioned her to 
the bed and stripped feverishly at his own clothing.

She lay back on the bed, frozen in horror, eyes almost closed, and her 
face bruised and aching from where he had slapped her. She knew he was 
going to take her and the thought made her sick, but she felt too weak 
to move, too feeble to resist.

He came at her, his mouth in a fleshy snarl, his eyes crazy. His penis 
was taut, throbbing. It looked like an enormous bud bursting into 
blossom on the end of a thick, woody stem.

She wished that he would rape her and get it over with, but he was 
having the time of his life sadistically taunting her this way. Once 
again, his hand moved over her breasts, kneading and pinching 
mercilessly while his other hand cupped over the soft pubic hair 
between her legs. His fingers worked slowly, demandingly through the 
soft down spreading the lips of her cringing pussy until he found the 
flesh of her clitoris. He rubbed it cruelly until it stood up 
involuntarily from the obscene teasing.

"See, you do like it, you little bitch," he hissed. She could say 
nothing, as this terrible unwanted sensation rippled through her body.

His forefinger continued to rub her clitoris while his other fingers 
searched for the tight, virginal slit of her vagina. He found it and 
pushed and prodded at the soft, fleshy lips of her cunt and eased one 
finger in slowly ... teasingly. She writhed helplessly under his touch, 
moaning hopelessly and trying to avoid his fingering, but he just 
pushed harder until his finger slipped wetly into the moist, warm 
cavern between her legs. He could feel the walls of her vagina cling 
tight around his finger and he teased it slowly within her, trying to 
force the juices of love from her. It was a natural reaction and he 
wanted her to be completely wet and open when he did ram it into her. 
Finally, he inserted another finger into her vagina. They would hardly 
fit she was so tight. God, she's going to be a good screw, he thought 
lewdly. She's so fucking tight! She cried out softly in pain as he 
continued his intrusion, and worked his fingers around and around 
inside her stretching cunt. She could not get away from him. She wanted 
to be sick, she couldn't stand the thought of his huge penis, 
penetrating her. His two fingers were too big for her to take--what in 
the world would she do when he finally did impale her with that monster 
protruding out from his belly!

With his two fingers deeply imbedded inside her vagina, he could feel a 
shudder run through her whole body and hear her whimper in a muffled 
moaning sound. He moved his fingers around inside against the jelly-
like surface of her tight, restrictive cunt, reaching right up to the 
high arch deep inside where it ran into her cervix.

She squirmed and writhed with desperate energy, but he held her fast, 
and, at one furious point, he steadied her by clutching one hand around 
her bare waist, feeling how he could squeeze and crush her, perhaps 
snap the top half of her from the bottom at that brittle junction. He 
moved forward and pinned her writhing body tightly down into the 
squeaking mattress.

Struggling would do no good, she realized that, but yet she felt that 
she had to at least try to protect herself. The weight of his body over 
her and the pressure of his searching, probing hands made it all but 
useless and she could feel his strong erection as it jerked against the 
flesh of the inside of her thigh. She knew that he was going to take 
her ... now! His breath was as rapid as a dog in heat and she waited in 
helpless horror for the dreadful humiliation that she was going to have 
to endure at the hands of her lust-crazed uncle.

She felt him move his pulsing penis higher up between her thighs and 
she gritted her teeth, trying to fight back the urge to be sick. She 
felt it probing, slipping at her between his guiding fingers. It felt 
massive ... entirely too big to ever fit into her virginal slit.

God, it's impossible... it won't fit ... it can't go in ... it's 
impossible! she thought, but as the thoughts were racing through her 
mind she could feel him slowly, agonizingly slowly forcing his way into 
the tight, unyielding hole. She could sense her body screeching in 
every pore as he tried to enter her, to take away her precious 
virginity.

Her stretching vagina felt as if it were a raw wound, a raw sensitive 
wound being both soothed and stimulated by an alien pressure which was 
a result of his depraved cruel attack.

A groan spiraled out from the very depths of his chest, exploding from 
his mouth and resounding from what seemed to be every corner of the 
room. She wasn't sure whether the noises were entirely his or whether 
she was screaming aloud in her pain and humiliation.

Her vagina ached as the throbbing head of his penis pushed harder and 
harder against the elastic ring of her womb. Then, with one gigantic 
effort he threw back his head in an insane jerk of his hips and let his 
loins carry themselves forward at the whimpering girl. His lust-starved 
prick flooded into her like a great tide, bursting and smashing all 
before it, deeper and deeper into and through the thin membrane of her 
maidenhead until his pelvis smashed hard against the roundness of her 
buttocks. He felt the fleshy orbs flattening like a nose against a 
window pane as he squirmed his loins tight down between her spread 
thighs. He wanted to humiliate her, hurt her, make her pay for having 
such a young, innocent, but teasing body. He had wanted her for a long 
time and now he was taking her. His head flopped forward and he placed 
his hands convulsively on the girl's shoulders, drawing them up her 
back as he thrust and thrust again deeper and deeper into her cunt. He 
drew them with savoring deliberation down her back and held her waist 
for a second and then clasped her hips so that his fingers fit into the 
crease of her thighs and loins and his thumbs reached out for each 
other against her buttocks. He pulled the cheeks of her ass hard back 
against his onrush and held his prick inside her to its fullest extent 
while he revolved his hips around and around, scraping the tender, 
aching walls of her vagina with its giant blood-filled head.

"Aaaaggggghhhhh ... nnnnooooo. Stop, please stop. I can't stand it." 
She groaned, the pain almost too much for her to bear. Her virginity 
had been split wide asunder, she was no longer the pure young innocent 
girl of yesterday and this animal of a man was rocking back and forth 
on top of her fucking into her like a stallion gone mad.

Her own uncle ...

She wanted to cry out her desperate hate, but she could feel herself 
slipping into the pleasant euphoria of a faint as his huge penis 
battered deeper and deeper into her belly.

He lowered his eyes and watched his moist, throbbing prick, moist along 
its whole length from her involuntary secretions and a slight trickling 
of blood as he rammed again and again into her. He saw the ragged pink 
edges of her flesh drawing back with it and swallowing it whole again 
like the lips of a child sliding hungrily over an over-sized candy 
sucker. His eyes dimmed at the obscene sight and with a deep throated 
groan he began to establish a powerful rhythm of thrust and withdrawal, 
bruising her buttocks with his loins at every inthrust, clasping her 
thighs and crushing them back at every withdrawal.

The breath began to wheeze in his throat and he spread her thighs 
further apart, unaware that she was lying a dead weight under his 
punishment. He flattened her body even further into the mattress with 
the weight of his arms and shoulders. She was like the sacrificial 
offering of the virgin to some fleshy god. She was a source of pleasure 
on which he could vent his every sexual whim. His head tingled and his 
penis throbbed and enlarged and its very tip seemed to be pierced with 
steel blades. He felt a great exhilarating sense of power with her body 
helpless beneath him like this and he lunged at her open crotch with 
all the strength of his loins and all the muscular reflex of his 
thighs. He wanted to split her right up to her navel, to force from her 
screams of anguish and latent pleasure, to lose his whole body, the 
whole of his loins in her belly.

He heard slight whimpers, strangled groans come from her mouth each one 
cut short by the stabbing overlap of another with each pile driving 
entry he made into the elastic, stretching tunnel of her vagina.

He felt the softness of her cervix with the tip of his penis as he 
screwed his hips against her and he could feel the solid, dammed-up 
weight of the flood-tide building in his loins.

He began to pant even harder and his head rolled back and forth, sweat 
running into his eyes. He was grunting like a pig as he continued the 
inhuman battering against the walls of her vagina. He thrust harder and 
harder at her until she was buffeted forward against the headboard and 
she moaned with pain with every movement. He felt his punishing prick, 
his impaling phallus grow thicker and thicker to the point of bursting 
and the great flood tremble at the dam. He tensed his buttocks, 
scratching his nails along the skin of her back and with every forward 
surge he trembled from his heels to his wildly swaying testicles.

He ground and scratched at her brutally and cruelly, his passion 
soaring to a fever pitch. There was no holding himself back now, he had 
to empty himself completely inside this young helpless girl ... this 
young helpless niece of his that he had wanted to crawl on top of for 
so many years. He could feel her begin to regain her consciousness and 
her body begin to squirm under him, moaning in helpless immobility. Her 
movements incited him more and he thrust harder between her wide-spread 
thighs, ramming his cock up inside her into the deepest, secret 
recesses of her belly. He groaned in painful ecstasy, the pain from 
holding back, until he could stand it no longer. His whole body 
shuddered and tensed in a long taut curve as the roaring flood of hot, 
white semen broke loose and rushed into her in boiling profusion 
through his thick, hard cock to shatter out into her cunt like a raging 
torrent of thick white cream.

Christine lay helpless, unable to move as she felt him erupting inside 
her, spurting his lewd, sperm deep into the hidden corners of her 
vagina and filling her belly almost to the bursting point with the hot, 
slippery liquid.

Oh God, he's going to make me pregnant! He's going to make me pregnant! 
The thought flickered half consciously through her dazed and tortured 
mind. She tried to squirm away again but there wasn't the slightest 
hope of escape now and there was nothing left but to lie passively 
beneath him as he throbbed the remaining store of his passion deep up 
inside her.

Finally, after a seeming eternity of this ultimate humiliation, her 
uncle grunted and slipped his cock wetly out from between her thighs 
letting it lie for a long minute against the inner softness of her leg. 
She could feel him looking down at her tear-stained face and in her 
dazed state of mind finding herself hoping he had had enough and would 
steal away quietly to leave her alone in her misery and shame.

But, he did not move and the horrible realization that perhaps it had 
all just begun brought a quiver of fear through her battered and 
ravished body.

Oh God, what more could he do? Wasn't her virginity and all the honor 
she possessed enough?



Chapter 2


Christine thought that she would not be able to bear the pain of this 
horrible rape any longer without going completely insane. The searing 
fire that was burning deep in her belly could not be extinguished and 
she wished with all her heart that she could slip into the welcome 
darkness of death. There was nothing else left now.

She rolled slightly on her side trying to force her uncle's weight off 
of her. He slid to her side, but didn't release the hold that he had 
around her waist.

She tried to struggle, but her stomach was still tight with pain and 
his grip was too strong.

"Please stop now," she whimpered. "You've done what you wanted with me, 
I'm no good for anyone else, now, please leave me alone." Her pleas 
fell on deaf ears and she heard her uncle utter a low sadistic chuckle.

"Now, now, my darling little niece. We haven't finished our little fun 
yet. I've waited a long time to get into that proud little pussy of 
yours and now I want everything you've got to offer ... right now ... 
tonight!" He hissed down at her, his hot stale breath causing the poor 
terrorized girl to turn her head to the side to blot out the 
unpleasantness and the horrible, depraved leer on his face. Tears began 
to stream down her face again in an uncontrollable flood of self-pity 
and shame. She found herself wondering how long it would go on and what 
other sick indignities he had in mind for her. Although now ... now 
what did it matter ... what did anything matter ... she was ruined ... 
ruined forever ... nothing could be worse than that.

Her body lay still now in a dazed stupor, too hurt and shamed to offer 
the slightest resistance even as she felt herself being rolled over on 
the bed by his harsh calloused hands. His hot weight dropped on her 
back, his flesh oozing over her like some great rubbery mass of soft 
jelly.

She was aware of the hardening of her uncle's penis once more, this 
time jerking against the crease of her buttocks and she could feel the 
pressure of his hands on her waist. His hands ran over the long, firm 
muscles of her calves and up the inside of her thighs and he smoothed 
her buttocks with his fingers. She tried to twist away from him, not 
yet aware of what he was going to do.

She felt a dull discomfort between her buttocks and she shuddered 
against him, but made no other movement, as if she realized the 
futility of opposition.

He ran the edge of his right hand down the crease of her buttocks. It 
was hot between them and the flesh was a little wet and clinging from 
his sperm. His fingers began to explore the tight, puckered skin around 
the tiny elastic orifice. And then it exploded in her mind, the lewd, 
obscene thought that he was going to sodomize her, ram his thickening 
penis right up her virgin rectum. Oh God, Oh God, ran helplessly 
through her mind. She could not move. He drew aside the buttocks like 
two halves of a soft fruit. She tried to tense her soft cheeks together 
again, but he tore at them with brutal determination and she was forced 
to give up her struggle.

"You're going to just love this, my little one." he laughed 
lecherously, savoring the idea of further punishment to her already 
tortured body. He leaned back slightly so he could see the crinkled 
ring of tender flesh around the tiny, smooth lips of her anus. He 
sucked in his breath and dug at it menacingly with his middle finger. 
She cried out as he scratched the rubbery opening with his nail and 
then tried to push her body further into the bed to avoid this painful 
and degrading probing.

He felt the warmth of her anus as the tight hole closed around his 
finger up to the first knuckle and his whole hand squeezed in vice-like 
pressure on her closed buttocks. He slapped the white orbs of flesh 
gleefully with his free hand making her cry out as dark flushes of 
angry color shadowed her bottom. He caught her by the nape of the neck 
and squeezed savagely with his thumb and forefinger.

"Relax," he rasped. "Open up your ass or I'll break your fucking neck!" 
Her buttock muscles were tightening involuntarily against his degrading 
intrusion.

She gasped and pleaded with him in low excitations of pain as he felt 
her body relax slightly and go limp, to be used as he desired!

He moved his finger deeper into the tight little hole causing her to 
cry out again, but she checked her tension half-way as she felt the 
increasing pressure of his fingers on her neck.

He moved his finger further and further into her rectum, scraping the 
side with his nail in cruel, painful delight. He continued 
unmercifully, increasing his force and roughness and delighting in it 
every moment.

She began to move her behind like a small frightened animal, trying to 
escape but getting pinioned more and more by the exertion of its 
struggle.

She could think of nothing but the pain as his fingers delved and 
scraped at the anal lining and the flesh seemed to be tearing away from 
the rest of her body.

She was sobbing uncontrollably now, in pain and in humiliation. Her 
pleas only seemed to encourage further indecencies from her uncle and 
now she knew that this would be a long night of terror and horror from 
which she would never recover as long as she lived.

Her uncle looked down at her writhing body and his penis jerked against 
the inside of her thighs, throbbing lustfully once more. This was the 
way he'd destroy her ... by ravishing her virginal anus ... that would 
humiliate her most and that was what he wanted to do. She had put him 
off all this time and now the proud little bitch was going to pay for 
it!

His penis felt like a swollen bruise, as if it were doing him some 
physical harm not to shove it into her and every moment's hesitation 
was a specialized piece of torture.

He removed his fingers from her behind and held his penis in his hand, 
stroking it gently, feeling as though he would cum any moment. Gently 
he pulled the foreskin back revealing the bright red head, glistening 
and shiny.

He tightened his grip on her waist, forcing her buttocks back against 
his thickened, demanding prick. It rode starkly against the intimate 
crease of her behind and ground against her for several seconds, and 
his fingers finally directing his staff at the small round target which 
he had already stretched experimentally. The knob of his prick prodded 
without any distinct feeling for a few moments, just the tightness of 
the entry.

He gritted his teeth, holding her waist in a pulverizing grip, pushing 
her down into the bed, punishing the bottom that reared up and billowed 
out towards his eyes. She had a beautiful little ass, he thought 
wildly. She was beautiful but he'd ruin her, make her his through sheer 
humiliation and power. She would never forget this night as long as she 
lived.

He jerked into her with long, hip-thrusting stabs which made him bite 
his lips at the sensation. He could feel her anus clasping the tip of 
his prick now, pressing against it and he could feel her legs flailing 
out on either side trying to avoid his impalement.

"Ooooohhhhh ... uuugggghhhh!" A long moan of pain burst from her lips 
and her body thrashed wildly under his, completely pinioned and 
helpless. She gnashed her teeth in pain as he pressed deeper down the 
back passage until half of the length of his prick was inside her.

She bucked her bottom up at him, trying to throw him off, but as she 
moved at him he rammed it further into her until the complete shaft of 
his penis was buried deep inside the tight, unused passage.

"What would your precious Jimmy think of you now," he grunted through 
his panting breath. "How do you like it in your ass, Chrissie?" he 
hissed, his eyes blazing in sadistic fury.

"Oooooh, oooooh," she moaned beneath him, his lewd, depraved taunts 
searing into her brain.

When he rammed in, his foreskin was pulled painfully back in a sharp 
blaze of stabbing pain, and as he withdrew to the tip, her rectum 
seemed to drag at his powerful rod as if hating to let it retreat.

She had never thought of such humiliation. She would never be able to 
look Jimmy or anyone else in the face again.

Her buttocks were thrust up at his and she could feel the heat of his 
body against her thighs as her body was joined to his through her 
unused, virginal back passage.

He rammed in and out of her, working at her without thought for the 
pain, mental and physical, that she was suffering.

She thought dully that she would rather be dead. She felt the salt of 
her tears on her lips as her mouth opened in a involuntary gasp. Every 
time he smashed his phallus into her there was a confusion of pain, as 
if she were being impaled on some enormous, sharp stake.

It seemed as if his massive organ was right up to her belly, tearing 
her insides to pieces, as if suddenly he would tear some part of her 
and in a flare of pain and light and shame, she would sink into death. 
She felt completely degraded as she heard his gasps, his muttered 
obscenities as he continued to batter her in cruel delight. She coughed 
into the pillow, sure that she would be sick at any moment and wishing 
that he would finish and stop his crude impalement.

He was in a delirium, a crazy, hating grin was forcing his lips back 
away from his teeth. She was completely subjugated to him, completely 
in his power. He knew this because she has lost the power of thought 
except for the raping, the plunder of the pain at her anus, her 
stretched yielding anus. The pain, the sensation he was inflicting was 
the only reality for her at the moment.

He jammed his penis into the softening moistening cavity, destroying 
her, annihilating her with every stroke. This was what she asked for, 
walking around with that pert little ass, so righteous and holy. He 
knew that she would always remember this, remember him, indelibly and 
this is what he wanted.

His penis was a weight of sensation, heavy and charged with a squeezing 
agony of rapture. He could hardly bear the thought that he was so deep 
in her rectum, destroying her and providing him with this sadistic 
ecstasy. He wished that he could go on for ever and ever, but he could 
feel the pressure building up in his prick and he knew that he would 
cum soon ... cum in that tight ass of hers. A flush was burning his 
face, his thighs and his whole being was throbbing.

Christine groaned and writhed beneath the wild abandon of his thrusts, 
knowing that her struggles only made it worse and goaded him into a 
greater strength of purpose. Her mind was blank and her thoughts would 
not come. There was nothing but a great all enfolding blackness around 
her--the blackness and the pain that drummed into her backside with 
each buttock-flattened lurch he made into her. She involuntarily 
squirmed her behind attempting to ease the pain and pressure knowing at 
the same time that it would only hasten his vile flood of semen deep up 
into her rectum. The movement helped and mistaking it for the surrender 
of her body to his violent love-making she could hear her uncle's voice 
hissing lewd words of encouragement wetly against the back of her neck:

"That's it, baby, twist that thing ... Screw it back ... tighten it ... 
Oooooh God, yes that's it ... that's it ..."

And she did! She wanted it over, she wanted it finished and gradually 
she could feel herself without feeling clasping and unclasping the 
tight elastic ring of her anus around the hardness of his pistoning 
cock in rhythm to his thrusts between the soft cheeks of her buttocks.

Why not! Why not! drummed ceaselessly through her tortured brain. This 
is what he wants, this is what they all want. I'll give it to them! 
I'll give it to them!

And then the dam burst inside her. The pain, the helplessness of her 
position, the lewd fucking he had given her a few moments before were 
all too much. Her mind and body snapped!

"Oooooh God, go ahead! Give it to me! Give it to meeeee!" She lurched 
crazily back against him. Screwing the soft rounded cheeks of her ass 
hard back against his driving pelvis. A fire sparked in her belly 
erupting like an explosion--driving all thoughts of rape, shame, and 
the fact that the crude, sweating male fucking into her from behind was 
her own uncle. Her own movements to end it had betrayed her and her 
body was no longer her body, her rectum was no longer her rectum. They 
all belonged to someone else, someone she didn't know, someone over 
whom she had no control!

"Oooooh God, NO, NO, I can't, I can't let it happen!" Her whimpers 
droned piteously down into the mattress, her teeth clenched tightly 
together in a vain, hopeless attempt to quell the holocaust of 
involuntary desire suddenly raging out of control down between her 
legs. Her last thoughts of faithfulness to Jimmy were jarred from her 
by the lewd, obscene words of her uncle grunting wetly down into the 
softness of her hair from behind.

"I knew you'd like it, baby, I knew you'd like a little cock from your 
old Uncle. How about it, baby, don'cha?"

The very lewdness of his words coupled with the hot grunt passion 
smashed the last vestiges of her pride from her mind and body.

"Oh God, Yessss!" she hissed, her buttocks squirming back against him 
now as though she were a maniac. She couldn't get enough, she couldn't 
get it deep enough! She wanted more! More! More!

"What'dya want, baby," he taunted, slowing his strokes to a maddening, 
teasing rhythm.

"I want IT! I want IT!" she whimpered, the words rolling shamelessly 
from her mouth.

"What, and where? What do ya want, my hot little innocent niece?" A 
sneer of conquest was apparent in his words as he continued the 
tormenting of the now fully aroused girl.

"Your cock! I want your cock fucking me in the ass! Hard! Harder, 
PLEASE ... PLEASE ... OH GOD, DO IT HARDER!"

A lewd grin of victory crossed lustfully over his lips, his cock 
palpitating like a beating drum. His loins were feverish, his whole 
body swelling with a sense of obscene triumph. He muttered, the breath 
coming from his lips in hard laboring 
gasps as he hammered harder and harder into her rectum. He could feel 
his cock growing on the verge of ejaculation and this would be the 
ultimate victory to feel his hot boiling sperm shooting deep down into 
her young tender asshole where no man may ever tread again. This was 
his triumph ... the subjugation of this young, proud bitch who had 
lorded her body over him like she was too good for anything for so many 
years. But now ... now he owned her. He possessed her virginal young 
body and she was nothing more now than a fleshy receptacle for his 
passion and lust and he had turned her as much animal as he was. There 
was no holding either of them back now.

"Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh," she chanted her passion out beneath his pounding 
body, the juices of passion rising like a flood-tide deep in the well 
of her belly.

And suddenly it was there--there for both of them!

"Ooooo ooooo ohhhhh, baby ... yes yessss ... I'm cumming ... I'm 
cumming in that tight little ass of yours!"

Christine bucked and writhed beneath her uncle like a wounded wild 
animal in the last throes of death, feeling a sudden jerking of his 
throbbing cock deep up inside her belly as he pumped his hot liquid 
sperm far, far up into the hidden recesses of her rectum. At the same 
time, spurred by the flooding release of his passion cascading through 
her body she could feel the fire of exploding lust erupting deep down 
in the 
secret corners of her own loins. Corners she never knew existed, 
corners she had never felt before. Her body shook, her nerves quivered 
and with a wild scream of sudden cataclysmic release she burst! Burst 
inside like a thousand roman candles going off at once in gentle 
curving arches of blinding flashes of color and light that lifted her 
from the earth and then crushed her to the ground again!

Their bodies quivered uncontrollably together for a few long, long 
moments and then her uncle collapsed over the limp, aching curves of 
her back. Christine lay still, the shame of what she had done and the 
humiliation of the knowledge that her own body had betrayed her--and 
betrayed her to her own uncle--seeping slowly back into her mind. She 
didn't dare move or open her eyes. She couldn't bear the thought of 
looking at him. She could never look at him again. It would always 
bring back the horrible, depraved memory of what he had done--or, 
rather what they had done. She had been as much a part of it as he had 
at the end and she could never forget that. She had betrayed herself, 
Jimmy, and all the things really that she had ever held sacred. Nothing 
could ever be the same again.

Later, he rolled limply from her body without saying a word. She could 
hear him fumbling with his pajamas by the bed and knew that he was 
looking down at her. She had the urge to reach down and pull the sheet 
up over her to cover herself from his sight but couldn't find the 
strength. Instead, she lay just as he had left her, flat on her 
stomach, with her legs still spread obscenely out on the mattress.

In a moment when he had finished dressing he bent over the bed and 
touched her, causing a shiver of revulsion to run the length of her 
battered body.

"You were a nice fuck, little niece. We'll have to try that again soon. 
Real soon," he chuckled. She was aware of the sound of the door opening 
and closing and that was all. Sleep came rapidly, a deep but tortured 
sleep in which the entire world was beset by nothing but hideous, 
ravaging monsters.



Chapter 3


The next few weeks were lived in dread, afraid that somehow Jimmy would 
find out of her horrible experience with her uncle and stop seeing her. 
She had not been able to really look him in the eyes since that night 
and she knew that he realized that something was wrong. He was trying 
to be patient with her and kept apologizing for actions in the barn the 
first night of vacation.

Poor Jimmy, she thought. He is blaming himself for something that he 
thinks he did, when I wish that it had been him. She knew that she had 
been uneasy, but she was worried as well as ashamed for she hadn't been 
feeling well and she lived in the fear that she was pregnant from that 
terrible night. Her attitude towards sex had changed radically and 
Jimmy wondered what had caused her sudden change and willingness, not 
knowing that she was going to try to get him to break his promise and 
finally sleep with her. She couldn't bear the thought of carrying her 
uncle's baby ... maybe she could sleep with Jimmy and then if she found 
out she was pregnant she wouldn't really be sure whose it was and it 
would be easier to take. Her mind was cluttered with every thought from 
running away, killing herself, perhaps an abortion ... but then she 
wasn't really sure yet, it may just be her nerves, after all, it was a 
shock to her complete system and maybe this was the problem.

Each day seemed to drag by, but finally the term was over and she would 
be free for the summer. She had written to her aunt explaining that she 
had been offered a job at a summer camp in the Adirondacks as a 
counselor so she wouldn't be coming home. She couldn't stand the 
thought of looking at her uncle. She could still visualize his wicked, 
leering looks in her sleep and she knew that it would be a long time 
before she would be able to sleep peacefully and forget--if ever.

*  *  *

Jimmy stood on the platform of the train station and waved goodbye to 
her as the coaches slowly pulled out. He couldn't figure out what had 
happened or what had gone wrong, she just said that she was going away 
for the summer and that she would write to him and let him know where 
she was.

Tears streamed down her face as she looked back and saw the forlorn, 
lost looking figure standing there. She knew that she hadn't been 
completely fair with Jimmy, but what else could she do. She had made a 
doctor's appointment by phone from the school, using a fictitious name, 
a Mrs., of course and soon she would know the truth whatever it may be. 
She didn't want Jimmy to worry unnecessarily but the anguish she was 
going through was like an albatross around her neck. She couldn't eat 
or sleep properly and the only thing that she could think about was; 
What if I'm pregnant? What can I do. It would be a relief to know one 
way or the other. She was sure that the uncertainty was worse than what 
the actual outcome would be. If she wasn't pregnant she would look for 
a job ... maybe she even could get a position as a counselor, but if 
she were ... what would she do then?

The train ride seemed to take forever and she grew more and more 
depressed as she watched the telephone poles along the side of the 
track so stark and so nothing. That's what I'm like right now, she 
thought ... nothing. But, finally the train began to slow to a stop and 
she had arrived in Penn Station, New York City.

She hailed a cab and gave the address of a cheap West side hotel which 
bore a garish sign "Transients Welcome."

The grayness of the building and the rundown condition made it far from 
luxuriously, but this was to be her home for the next few days at 
least, and maybe for the remainder of the summer.

The desk clerk showed her to her room after collecting the "$25.00 a 
week in advance, lady," and she fell onto the bed in nervous 
exhaustion.

She had only been sleeping a few hours when someone knocked at her 
door. A woman of about thirty stood there, stared at her for a moment 
and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I guess the girl who used to have this room 
has moved." She started to walk down the hall then turned back. "If you 
need any help in getting organized in this flea trap they call a hotel, 
let me know. You look like you may be in need of a friend. I'm in the 
room at the end of the hall if you feel like talking."

"Thanks, I may take you up on that, it's my first trip to the big city 
as they say."

Now that she was awake, she freshened her makeup, adding just a touch 
more than she usually did. After all, she had to look like a married 
woman, not a girl of seventeen. She looked in the mirror, not really 
satisfied with the results, but they would have to do.

Nervously, she dialed the phone and waited while it rang seven or eight 
times. She was about to hang up when a voice answered, "Dr. Patrick's 
office."

"Yes," she stammered. "This is Mrs. Bradley, I called you a few days 
ago for an appointment, I just want to confirm it."

"Certainly, Mrs. Bradley, be here at 9 a.m. tomorrow, right?"

"Right, I'll be there."

Darn, she thought. I was sure that I was to go today, I'm not sure that 
I can stand another day of waiting and not knowing. She walked down the 
hall to the door where the other woman said she was staying and 
knocked.

"Hi, I'm Christine and I'm going to take you up on that offer for a 
kind word and friendly conversation."

Christine noticed that the woman, who introduced herself as Elaine 
Singer had probably at one time been a very attractive woman. Now her 
face was caked with too much makeup, her perfume was heady and cheap 
smelling and her clothes fit her rather snugly, very snugly.

Oh well, she thought. She may not be the image of a Vogue model, but 
she may be a friend.

The conversation was rather stilted at first but after a half hour they 
were gabbing like old friends. Christine told her that she had come to 
New York from school and was going to look for a job in a few days, but 
she had some personal matters to take care of first.

Elaine seemed to sense that something was definitely troubling her and 
finally came right out and asked her, "Are you in some sort of trouble. 
You look pretty scared and you're awfully young to be running around 
the city alone. If I can help, just ask me, I know a lot of people in 
this town and maybe we can solve whatever it is. Let's go have a drink 
and talk some more, I'll introduce you to the local, friendly 
neighborhood tavern.

The two went out into the cool evening air and walked to a small, 
dingy-looking bar on West 48th Street, just a short distance from the 
theatre district.

"Shorty," she said to the bartender, who was a fat, greasy looking man, 
"I'd like you to meet new one to the neighborhood ... Christine."

He nodded slightly, grunted something that sounded like, "Nice to know 
you" and asked them what they wanted to drink.

"How 'bout two tequilas? Okay with you, Chris?"

She had never had much experience with liquor, except for the 
occasional beer or wine at a party, but she didn't want to appear too 
young, so she nodded in agreement. A very few drinks later she could 
feel her head beginning to spin, she felt dizzy, like she wanted to lie 
down, and before she knew it she had spilled out her whole horrible 
story to her new-found friend.

Elaine listened intently, weighing each word and nodding at the 
appropriate times.

"Well, sweetie," she said, "I have this friend of mine who is a doctor 
of sorts and I'm sure that I can arrange for him to see you tonight if 
you're all that upset. At least this way you'll know. Besides, even if 
you are, he can take care of that too ... for a small fee, of course."

Christine nodded her head silently in agreement. The effect of the 
tequila had made any thought of further delay impossible. Elaine walked 
to the phone to call her "friend." Her friend was Sam Price ... part-
time "doctor," part-time gambler, and all-time racketeer. He controlled 
the largest call girl ring in the city, most of the dope peddling and 
was a willing 
"fence" for stolen property ... mainly young innocent and inexperienced 
girls like Christine.

"Can I bring her over tonight, Sam?" Elaine whispered into the phone. 
"I think you'll like this one! If I feed her a few more tequilas and 
slip her one of "Dr. Price's" famous pills, she'll be calm as a 
cucumber and just dying for your attention.

"All right, Elaine. If you really think she's that good. If I like her, 
you'll get your usual fee, plus the right to watch the initiation. I 
swear, I don't know why you get such a charge of seeing a new girl 
inducted into my services!" He chuckled softly and hung the receiver 
back in the cradle.

Christine was very well inebriated as Elaine guided her gingerly to a 
taxi for the short ride to Sam Price's place of business. She weaved 
against Elaine, faltering with each step and her head felt very heavy.

"I'm not sure I can make it," she murmured through her stupor.

"Sure you can, sweetie. Just hang on tight and we'll be there in no 
time."

As the cab swung around the corner to Sixth Avenue, Christine felt a 
strange sensation surging through her body. She felt warm, but that 
could just be the whisky, she rationalized. However, it wasn't just a 
warm feeling, it was a slow ache, a burning beginning to build up in 
her loins. She wanted to put her hand underneath her skirt and feel the 
flesh of her thighs and run her fingers over her most intimate part. 
She 
hadn't felt this desire since that night she had masturbated herself 
after she left Jimmy in the barn. This was crazy, she thought, but the 
desire was becoming stronger.

Elaine glanced sideways at her in the cab and she knew that her pill 
was beginning to take effect. God, she's going to be hot by the time I 
get her to good old Sam. He's really going to enjoy this one. Hope to 
heaven she's not pregnant, because then we can use her in the ranks 
right away. Otherwise it will be a few weeks ... but those are the 
breaks.

Finally the driver pulled up in front of an old, dilapidated building 
in the West 90's and said, "Here you are lady. Hope your friend feels 
better, she sure don't look too good right now. Shouldn't drink so much 
if you can't handle it."

Elaine nodded, paid him the fare and steered Christine through the 
ground entrance way and to the back of the building.

Sam Price met them at the door, smiled at Elaine a knowing, 
appreciative smile and then turned to Christine.

He looked almost like a real doctor in his white jacket. He kept it 
around for just such occasions. Actually, he had taken a quick "cram 
course" from another "doctor," so he really could tell her whether or 
not she was pregnant, and take care of it if she were, but this was not 
his main purpose.

He patted her hand affectionately and said, "Well there. I understand 
that you think you may have a little problem. Let's have a look ... 
just relax now and everything will be all right."

She could feel this gnawing ache becoming stronger and stronger in her 
loins and she almost wished that he would hurry with his examination. 
She was burning with a strange all-consuming desire and she wanted to 
be touched!

"Take your clothes off and get on the couch and we'll see," he told 
her--a cold clinical detachment in his voice.

She hesitated for a moment, but Elaine reassured her that everything 
would be all right, that she would be right there so to go ahead and do 
as the "Doctor" said.

"I'm ready, doctor," she managed to stammer.

He turned and faced this young girl lying on his couch, naked, waiting 
to see if she was pregnant. He moved over and stood beside her, looking 
down at her naked voluptuous body.

He let out a low whistle and turned to Elaine. "You were right, she is 
a beauty. Just a few more minutes and she'll be so hot that she'll beg 
me to let her have it."

She could hear only parts of the conversation between him and Elaine, 
because the tequila, plus the pill she had been slipped were just about 
going full strength. All she knew was that her vagina was pounding, 
aching to be touched, fingered and she unconsciously let her hand 
wander to the junction of her thighs. It was as though the others had 
disappeared completely. Musingly, she began to play with the soft pubic 
mound, gently pulling at the thin blonde hair and letting her fingers 
play gingerly with the lips of her vagina. Sam and Elaine watched her 
display intently, smiling knowingly at each other.

"She's had it now, Sam. I told you the pill would do it," the older 
woman grinned lasciviously at him. "She'll be the best screw you've had 
in a long time."

Her body was stretched out limply, but beautiful and vulnerable. She 
was so young and so innocent-looking lying there that Sam could not 
hold back any longer and his hands reached down to touch the soft, 
supple skin of her belly.

"Go ahead, Sam, make her really squirm for it," Elaine said huskily, 
her breath coming faster. He felt her stomach, gently, the soft flesh 
yielding to his touch and then he felt it a little more firmly. He 
looked down at her breasts, bulbous and taut like round white balloons 
in a gleaming skin with their dimpled, erect nipples. He placed his 
hand expertly in her vagina, feeling her involuntary withdrawal.

"It's all right ... just relax," he said, a strange obscene lust 
burning in his eyes.

She wanted to relax, but she also wanted to thrust her hips upward 
against his probing fingers. He was going through all the right 
preliminaries just as any real doctor would do, savoring the moment 
when she would be out of her mind with desire and begging him to fuck 
her.

Her vagina was moist and her eyes were fixed on his face as if it were 
a magnet, and she moaned softly.

"Have you had any sickness," he asked in a very professional manner, 
all the time manipulating his fingers deep in her vagina, knowing that 
it was driving her out of her mind.

"No" she whispered huskily. "None at all, really."

"Pull your legs up a little," he said.

She obeyed him automatically and he buried his fingers ever deeper into 
the tight confines of her womb. He could feel the walls of her cunt 
close around his fingers and her breath was coming more rapidly. She 
realized that she was becoming uncontrollably excited and she didn't 
want him to ever take his fingers out of her, even though she knew she 
should stop him right now before she lost complete control. But 
Elaine's soft comforting voice floated to her. "It's all right, dear, 
he's just a doctor."

Finally, knowing that he was torturing her beyond all her capacity to 
resist, he slowly withdrew his hand from her smooth, wet vagina.

"I think you are mistaken," he said heavily, for he, too, was becoming 
excited with the thought of having this young thing under his command. 
"You're not pregnant."

She breathed a sigh of relief, looking over at Elaine with a crazy 
relaxed smile on her face as she tried to raise herself from the couch. 
Through the misty haze that was clouding her vision, she saw Elaine 
standing alongside the doctor, holding something in her hand. She 
blinked to clear the picture and realized that they were straps. She 
lay back, still in her stupor and wishing that he hadn't finished his 
"examination" so quickly, she felt unfulfilled and once more she let 
her hands unconsciously feel the intimate crease between her legs. 
Everything had suddenly become so unreal ... so faraway. There was 
nothing but the warm, soft tingle between her legs.

The two onlookers chuckled softly and she stared at them not knowing 
what to do, or even whether or not she could do anything even if she 
wanted to. Suddenly she felt the leather of the straps on her wrists, 
pulling her hands away from her vagina and strapping them to the side 
of the couch.

"W-w-whhhaat?" she stammered and tried to jerk at the confines, but it 
was too late. She was really too weak to fight, but something deep 
inside her warned her that there was something unnatural about to 
happen. Her body, however, ached and longed for attention. She 
wondered, looking at the doctor ... I wonder how big his prick is. God, 
I've never felt this way before ... I actually want a hard, demanding 
prick in me, fucking me, making me cum 'till I can't stand it. She 
writhed beneath the firm hold of the leather and the two others watched 
her sensual moves lustfully.

Slowly the man called Sam began to take off his clothes and he could 
see her watching him, fascinated. He stripped off every stitch and he 
could feel the cool night air touch all over his body as a breeze blew 
in from the window. His penis was at half-mast, but it began to rise to 
full glorious height as he moved toward her. He stood directly in back 
of her head, letting his veined and throbbing phallus jerk sensually 
just over her mouth. She watched it, completely in a trance as it 
bounced up against his stomach. It looked so huge, but she wanted to 
reach out and touch it, as if to make sure it was real.

She directed her pleas back to the doctor who was about to climb up on 
the couch with her. He leaned forward slightly and placed his rampant 
prick in the cleft formed by her breasts so that her warm flesh seemed 
to kiss it lightly with her warmth.

He crushed her breasts with his hands, splaying them in all directions, 
disfiguring them so that they oozed solidly from his hands and between 
his fingers. He pushed her supple, full breasts together so that they 
met across her body and formed a fleshy tunnel in which his penis was 
lodged. He pressed them hard so that they squeezed his pulsing organ 
tightly like a glove as he began to sway back and forth over her, 
thrusting his stiffened prick through the channel formed by her warm, 
smooth-skinned breasts. As he thrust, the bright red knob of his prick 
appeared at the far end of the tunnel, reaching towards her face which 
was contorted in unfilled desire. A crazed gleam shone in her eyes ... 
the pill had done it's work well!

He thrust steadily against her breasts for several minutes, feeling his 
prick expand like a blown-up balloon. It began to ache in its roots and 
sting in the very tip as he moved with a greater mobility, clenching 
his teeth as his massive staff made a red, rubbing groove against her 
white, supple flesh.

She tried to urge her head forward in order to catch his jerking organ 
in her mouth so that she could feel its hardness and run her tongue 
along the sensitive underside, playing with the blood-filled head. She 
wanted to make him want her as much as she wanted to be satisfied. She 
wriggled up against him as much as she could and once again she felt 
other fingers slowly begin to play with the pink, aching lips of her 
vagina.

She could no longer stand the pressure between her legs and she began 
to beg and plead with him, her words rolling shamelessly from between 
her tightly clenched teeth.

"Fuck me ... please fuck me. I want you inside me."

She listened to the words that were coming out of her mouth and she 
couldn't believe she was actually saying them. This was not at all like 
her, but she let the thought pass. The only thing she was aware of was 
that her body had to be satisfied ... and quickly.

He felt his prick growing hot and strained and painful against the 
resistant tissue of her breasts and he removed one hand from her 
breasts and slowly began to edge his way down her body so that he could 
take her.

"All right, Elaine. Just watch now! I'm going to give her what she's 
been begging for, and then we can get her ready to meet the rest of our 
little club." He almost spit the words out because his teeth were 
clenched together tightly as he tried to control his now building 
passion.

She was trembling from head to foot and he could hear her murmur with 
passion.

"Oh ... Oh," she whispered as he ran his hands in a long, quick caress 
over her back, bringing his fingertips up her spine and moving beneath 
her buttocks in order to lift her for his entry.

He could feel her thighs trembling against him and his prick jerked 
demandingly between the soft heat of her flesh and the shaft was 
tingling along its length like pins and needles.

"Don't wait," she begged. "Fuck me now ... NOW ... NOW... Oh I can't 
stand it," she said quickly.

She whimpered in deep-throated moans as he slowly began to prod at the 
tight opening of her vagina. He could wait no longer himself and he 
moved quickly between her thighs and immediately began to screw her, 
his cock splitting the warm lips of her pussy like butter. Her body 
began to move in wild abandon under his powerful strokes.

"Oh ... oh ... oh ..." she groaned as if in agony, digging her nails 
into his sides. She wanted to grab his shoulders, his buttocks in order 
to push him even deeper into her, but her hands could not move.

Her whole body twitched and writhed beneath his long, smooth strokes, 
and she groaned incessantly, her face contorted with passion, mouth 
working, nostrils flared and soft, deep moans coming from her throat.

He felt the smooth, raw flesh of her vagina holding him in, breaking 
and pulling all around his hot, bursting prick.

He pushed into her from his very toes and sent the last inch of his 
thickness plundering into her hot, clasping vagina, pulling a fresh, 
ecstatic groan from her lips, making her open her eyes to look at him 
with a wild, desirous, glazed look.

"Aggghhh ... wonderful, wonder ... ahhhhh!" She gasped as he cupped her 
buttocks with both bands and raised them off the couch for greater 
leverage, pushing into her with all the strength of his hips and 
thighs.

His loins moved in and out at her pelvis, her tight pelvis with that 
chasm at its center, pistoning in with strong, muscular regularity. His 
own breath was short and the thought of being able to hold her under 
such a spell excited him further.

He watched her face, drawing different expressions of passion from it 
as he moved his hands over her, as if she were an instrument which 
produced fresh sounds as he moved his fingers over its notes.

His loins were aflame, consumed with a fierce burning which swept 
through him in gusts of heat. He gasped and quivered as he fucked her, 
reveling in her flesh, the flesh of this beautiful, sensuous girl whom 
he had not even seen before this evening.

"Oh ... ohhhhh, hard ... harder ... fuck me harder," she cried out, her 
desire seeming to be insatiable. She begged, gasping as if she'd burst 
something in her throat. She was nearing her climax and her body had 
become something demoniac, her legs wide apart as she twisted and 
contorted, urging him on.

Her body was hot and her head moved wildly from side to side, her mouth 
open in wild abandon. She swung her thighs up and clasped his waist in 
a vise-like grip, pulling him into her hot vagina deeper and deeper 
with each powerful thrust of his loins.

"Aagghhhhhh ... I'm cumming... I'm cumming ... now NOW ... NOW! Yes ... 
fuck me ... ram your hard prick deep into me ... ooohhhhhhh." Her voice 
trailed off into a whisper as she jerked for several long moments and 
then began to relax with the pleasure of her orgasm.

The intensity of her reaction was like a spur to his own potential 
climax and he dug deeply into her, screwing into her like an electric 
drill, crashing up to her cervix with his pulsating, near-bursting 
cock. She continued to gasp and pant with little fluttering movements 
of belly and thighs. She was still highly excited and moved under him 
with a wild, eager passion.

"It's so gooood. It's soooo good." she murmured. "Fill me now, fuck me 
hard, let me have it. Kill me with it ... fill me ... fill meeee!"

She was gasping for breath as she rocked her hips up against the 
powerful lunges of his penis and he thrust savagely high and hard, 
searing up through her passage, resting at the apex of his drive and 
jogging there for just a second before withdrawing a little for another 
thrust ... and another.

He could feel he was on the verge of the breakthrough and with one last 
mighty stab he let the flood of his hot, white seminal fluid surge deep 
into her belly.

"Oh Christ ... I'm cumming. Baby, I'm cumming ... Oooooh ... Aaaaagh!" 
She groaned and felt the warm, searing jets of his hot, liquid sperm 
flooding deep down into the waiting depths of her contracting vagina. A 
warmth such as she had never known filled the whole insides of her 
sperm-hungry belly.

Slowly he withdrew from her, his penis hanging limp and weak between 
his legs.

"Marvelous performance, my dear Sam. You satisfied me completely also. 
That's quite a feat ... two women at the same time." Elaine grinned 
over at him, a warm glow of admiration on her face.

She moved over to release the leather straps that were holding 
Christine's hands. Christine lay completely still, except for the rapid 
rising and falling of her chest as she struggled to catch her breath. 
The drug that she had been given was in effect and she felt almost 
powerless to move her head, much less her body, away from the couch. 
She could hear voices talking in what seemed the distance, so she 
closed her eyes and tried to relax, the warm, soft sensations of 
completion still fluttering butterfly-like through her body.



Chapter 4


The next few days blurred one into the other. They kept her doped and 
slightly drunk and the drug had increased her sexual desires so much 
that she was now just about insatiable. Sam Price enjoyed watching her 
writhe in agony, begging him and anyone else who was around to fuck 
her. He obtained sadistic delight in watching her crawl and plead. This 
was the way be broke in all the new girls for his little racket ... 
drugged into insensibility. The sex drives of the girls and their 
willingness to do anything at all to satisfy customers, or to amuse his 
boys along with the bonus that he had them hooked on some kind of 
narcotic or another, supplemented his business profits and his 
pleasure.

There was to be some sort of a party or initiation Christine 
understood. At least that's what she thought she heard through her 
ever-present drugged stupor and she wondered what they were going to do 
to her now. Elaine seemed to be some sort of a ring leader or recruiter 
for Sam Price and seemed to get her kicks from watching men abuse, rape 
and humiliate other women, especially young girls. She didn't think 
that she was a total lesbian, because she had never really taken an 
overactive part in the seductions even though she did help to tantalize 
and tease the girls into a sexual frenzy.

Right after supper, which she knew had been drugged because she began 
to get that same strange, gnawing desire, she was loaded into the back 
of a rather large car and driven to a huge, sprawling mansion somewhere 
in Connecticut. She was in a daze, but she could hear dogs barking and 
muffled voices as the car seemed to pull up the winding driveway. She 
recognized some of the voices from conversations she had heard in the 
office during the week, but they were intermingled with the laughter 
and lighter voices of several women.

She heard one woman say, "Well, so this is our new recruit. They're 
getting younger every day, Sam. What are you trying to do, put us out 
of business."

From the conversations that followed she realized that she had fallen 
into the middle of a full-fledged, and completely organized, 
prostitution ring. So this was what they had planned for her! Her mind 
went back to the first days when she had been with Jimmy. She had been 
so innocent, so pure and so much in love. How could all of this have 
happened in such a short period of time? The drugs they had been 
feeding her had turned her into an animal with an insatiable sex drive 
and she would do just about anything to satiate the awful hunger that 
remained constantly between her legs.

She was led into a room that was in semi-darkness except for a 
spotlight which was centered in the middle of the room on a huge bed. 
People seemed to be milling around waiting for something to happen, and 
she was sure that it was going to happen to her!

She felt some strong arms drag her across the floor and throw her onto 
the bed, stripping off her clothes as quickly as possible. A quiet hush 
fell over the room and you could hear gasps from the men as her body 
was revealed for everyone to see. She was too drugged to care who saw 
her and besides, the pressure and the desire in her loins was building 
momentum. She knew in her dazed stupor that someone would fuck her, 
otherwise why would they have her on the bed, but she was also sure 
they had other things in mind for her.

The men were looking at her body and grinning lewdly. One of them was 
saying something to her and she tried to answer him, but her voice was 
weak and she fell back onto the bed.

At last, Sam Price stood up and made his announcement.

"I want you to take a good look at my newest acquisition. I'm sure 
you'll agree that she is a fine addition and I must say that I have 
sampled her myself already. Tonight is your turn. She needs to learn so 
many new tricks so that she can satisfy any desire and it's up to you 
to break her in."

She could hardly believe what she was hearing, but the reality and the 
hideousness of the situation struck home as she heard the footsteps of 
the first man approaching her. He was soon followed by several others 
and she wondered what atrocities she would have to endure tonight. She 
was thankful for the dizziness brought on by the drug, and she began to 
feel the deep burning growing hotter and hotter between her legs, but 
would they torture her without satisfying her. She couldn't bear to 
think of it.

Grinning, the men moved towards the bed and pinioned her arms and legs 
across the mattress, holding her body prostrate, face down. A man, who 
seemed to be the leader, unbuckled a thin leather belt and slipped it 
from his waist. He wrapped the end twice around his hand and then 
swished the leather through the air. He raised his hand again, drew 
back his lips from his teeth and lashed the belt down across her 
buttocks. She cried out, arched her back as her limbs dragged vainly 
against the pinioning hands. A thin red welt appeared across the white 
roundness of her buttocks, almost cutting the soft ovals in half with 
the cleavage between them in a dark cross. He raised the belt again and 
again, bringing it down across her aching bottom. She began to sob 
loudly as her body ground in pain into the bed. Finally he stopped his 
vicious beating as she lay quite still almost unconscious from the 
torture and the pain.

The man who had been beating her had worked himself into a sexual 
frenzy and he barked an order to the men who were holding her down and 
they pulled her to the edge of the bed, arranging her in a kneeling 
position.

He undid his fly in the front of his tight slacks and took out a long, 
thick length of penis which was standing out like a boom, jerking 
upward in the air. He held it in his fist and approached her from 
behind. The other men continued to grin, holding the fainting girl so 
that she couldn't fall.

"Move her back further," he commanded, and men lifted her and pushed 
her back at the leader's loins. He had settled himself comfortably on 
the edge of the bed and drew back his foreskin, revealing the huge, 
bright red knob. He put his hands on her buttocks and held them there 
for a moment like a blind man judging something by touch.

"Smooth as silk," he murmured.

He spread her cheeks, pulling the close-set orbs apart and gazed into 
the thin crack they revealed. He studied the tight elastic ring of the 
anus and spread it with his fingertips. He leaned forward suddenly and 
thrust his tongue at it. The grins of those holding her and the on-
lookers grew wider and there was a wild delight to the leers now.

"Push her hard," he barked at them.

He held her buttocks apart like they were clay as they pushed her 
buttocks back against his stiffened prick. He held his cock and guided 
it at the little puckered anus. It jammed and stuck, unable to 
penetrate the tiny hole.

"Push harder," he commanded again.

Roughly the men shoved her back at the stiff, pulsing rod.

The irresistible wall of the little, red aperture met the immovable 
object of the rigid, throbbing phallus and the irresistible wall gave 
way.

She uttered a shriek of agony and his jaw jutted forward as the anus 
oozed painfully over the blood-filled head of his penis. Her face was 
screwed up with pain and humiliation and tears began to stream down her 
face.

The man jerked his massive prick into her with little effort, leaving 
all the work to be done by his men.

She sobbed deeper in her throat as her body was rifled in the shameful 
sodomy and tears flooded her eyes, ran down her face and dripped from 
her chin to her breasts.

Suddenly her impaler stiffened, tensing forward on the bed. He gave a 
hoarse little cry, thrust several jabs, gave another cry and came 
inside the well of her buttocks. He jerked his sperm into her soft, 
dark depths and then sank back onto the bed as the other men pulled her 
off with a loud sucking noise.

She fell forward onto the bed, burying her head in the mattress and 
trying to regain her control.

She was still in a complete daze as she heard another group of men 
approach her and she heard applause, obviously for the last group's 
performance. She wondered what humiliation she would have to endure 
under their touch.

She felt herself being turned over and spread-eagled on the mattress, 
and ropes were being tied around her hands and ankles so that she could 
be unable to move in any way or resist any advance, no matter how 
horrible and degrading.

The first of the men unzipped his trousers and pulled out his already 
erect and pulsing staff and moved to the head of the bed kneeling by 
her face. Her vagina was aching for attention and the men knew it, but 
they were going to prolong her agony as long as possible until she 
would cry and beg to be fucked. The man's thick organ jerked wildly 
above her mouth and he commanded, "Suck it! Suck it nice, baby!"

Automatically she opened her mouth and felt him push his erect, thick 
penis deep into the back of her throat, almost choking her. She gasped 
for breath and he pulled out slightly, feeling the warmth of her lips 
encompassing his throbbing, anxious manhood. She sucked noisily on his 
prick while he rocked back and forth, wriggling his hips so that his 
huge phallus filled every corner of her mouth.

Meanwhile the other men and several women positioned themselves around 
the bed and began to tickle her lightly with long ostrich feathers. She 
could feel the soft down running between her legs, just high enough to 
tantalize the hard bud of her clitoris and down the inside of her 
thighs. She tried to wiggle free from this delicious torture that was 
teasing every nerve end in her body, but her bonds were secure and she 
would just have to endure the torture.

Suddenly she could feel the swollen staff that was in her mouth begin 
to jerk violently and she knew that he was about to cum. He uttered an 
animalistic cry, "Aaaaagggghhhhh, suck it hard ... harder ... get it 
all!" and without waiting he emptied himself deep into the depths of 
her throat. She could barely catch her breath because of the flood of 
semen as it ran down her gullet into her belly. The sticky fluid was 
hot, coming in huge waves and she thought that he would never finish. 
She wanted to be sick, but she couldn't raise her head. Finally he 
pulled his limp penis out from her mouth and let it lie momentarily on 
the side of her face.

Her body, her loins were aching with desire to be fulfilled and she 
cried out, "Someone ... please, fuck me do something ... please do 
something!"

The men continued to tickle her body, torturing her further, but 
finally someone was moving between her legs. She could feel someone's 
hot breathe blowing on the pulsing lips of her vagina and into her most 
intimate part. It was driving her out of her mind! How long were they 
going to continue this ... wouldn't someone give her some relief. 
Slowly she felt a pair of lips move up the inner part of her thigh, 
nibbling tiny bites of flesh as they moved closer to her cunt. She 
tried to move her body so that she could hasten the mouthing, but it 
was useless. Finally she felt a warm sensation against the moist cavity 
of her vagina. The man's tongue prodded roughly at the erect bud of her 
clitoris, flicking it up and down at a frenzied pace. She moaned under 
his touch, delirious with passion and lust ... a desire that had to be 
fulfilled.

She sighed and let her muscles that had been so keyed and tight relax 
into a loose abandon as her legs spread wide across the mattress.

The man was kneeling over her, the crevice of her buttocks being held 
apart by his thumbs. He pried the vaginal lips wide apart and pressed 
his mouth even further into her cunt. With one quick thrust he forced 
his tongue into the denied vagina and he heard her gasp from the sudden 
unexpected entry into her soft, wet passage, along with a sigh of 
relief. She screwed her buttocks tight up against his face, her vaginal 
passage contracting, opening and closing sharply around the long, 
probing length of his tongue as it sunk deep inside her.

Her breath was coming in short, quick gasps and she twisted and twisted 
against him harder and harder as he began a sudden curling and flicking 
of the wet moist tongue imbedded inside her. He pushed his lips closer 
into her vagina and began sucking insistently at the lips and flesh 
around her open wound.

"OOhhhhh ... ooohhhhh," she gasped, her body and mind completely out of 
control from the delicious and obscene sucking of her loins. He pushed 
his face harder into her crotch and licked and sucked with an 
uncontrollable frenzy.

Her cunt opened wider and wider and her moistness increased with each 
thrust of the man's tongue. She could feel herself about ready to cum!

The man could sense that she was about to explode and he wanted to fuck 
her in a proper manner, to bury his stiffened cock deep into that ready 
and moist cavity. Quickly he got to his knees and without warning 
shoved his thick, throbbing penis up to the very hilt as she moaned and 
fought for breath. He came quickly inside her and withdrew quickly, but 
she hadn't cum yet!

"Don't leave me now... please!" she shouted, but he just laughed and 
got to his feet.

He hadn't been out of her many seconds when she felt someone else mount 
the bed and place themselves between her wide-splayed thighs. She 
welcomed the hard cock as it battered deep inside her, forcing her to 
cum ... to cum and cum again. When he had finished she wanted to relax, 
but one by one all the men began to mount her to relieve their desires 
and she was helpless to do anything. She didn't know how many men had 
had her, it didn't really matter. Her body ached from the buffeting 
against the mattress and the ramming of the erect, thick rods, but 
finally she was cut loose and someone carried her off into another room 
of the house.

"We don't want to wear her out completely on the first night, do we?" 
Price said with a chuckle, but no one was particularly listening as 
everyone in the room had paired up or gone in threes and were going 
about their own special means of satisfaction.



Chapter 5


The next few days were a complete blur to Christine as she lay in her 
room, aching and ashamed. It seemed that she was just waking up from a 
cruel nightmare, but found that every morbid detail of her fear and 
anguish was true! She knew that she would never be able to break the 
hold that Sam Price held on her and tears of humiliation and fear began 
to stream down her cheeks. She was not sure what he had done to her, 
but the searing pain in every opening of her body reminded her that she 
was no longer a virgin in any of her orifices, she had been cruelly 
violated and humiliated in every conceivable way.

She vaguely remembered that he had given her something that had 
increased her sexual desires to an uncontrollable height and had turned 
her into a frustrated animal and that she had actually begged some of 
the men to take her! This, more than anything, disgusted her because 
she realized that she no longer had control of her own body. She did 
not know what would be next, but she did know that even though she 
ached with pain deep within her belly, she again was beginning to feel 
a tightness building in her loins as she lay there, and that this 
desire would build until she would have to be satisfied once again. She 
knew the food they had been giving her was drugged and she had tried to 
hold off eating until finally the hunger had become so acute she could 
no longer stand it. She had eaten, knowing full well what the 
aphrodisiac result would be. And now she felt it.

She looked down at herself, admiring the smooth, soft bulges her 
breasts made and she put her hands over the twin peaks and squeezed 
them impulsively. She could feel the nipples begin to harden and stand 
erect as she rubbed them pensively, cupping the full orbs in her hands 
and lazily pinching the hard, pink buds. She pressed her legs tightly 
together in an effort to control the mounting urge that was tearing 
through her loins. She couldn't stand the thought of masturbating 
herself again, it just wasn't right, it was so degrading, but her 
desire had to be calmed.

She looked around the room, assuring herself that she was alone, she 
let her hand wander to the secret part between her legs. She pulled 
away the tight elastic of her soft, silk panties and raised them gently 
away from the firm, fullness of her thighs. Slowly, she let her fingers 
manipulate the waiting lips of her vagina and pluck tenderly at the 
erect, hardness of her clitoris. She stretched her legs out and opened 
them slightly so that she would be able to move her fingers more easily 
along the smooth, wet crease of her vagina.

The lust that was burning inside her raged like a forest fire and had 
to be extinguished. She dipped her fingers into the moist cavern of her 
cunt, wiggling them, scraping her fingernails on the tender walls and 
writhed her hips up against her hand until she could not push any 
farther.

God, she thought, I need a man ... I need a man, now... NOW! Her 
fingers worked furiously inside her, trying to satisfy the terrible 
sensation that was tearing her insides apart and making her cry out for 
satisfaction.

"Oh dear God, I've turned into a nymphomaniac," she said aloud, "that's 
what's happened to me!"

It was a drastic and stark realization for her to face, but the sensual 
lust-filled desire that enveloped her body quickly took her mind off 
any recriminations she was feeling. Nothing mattered but satisfaction, 
complete gratification of her bodily needs ... NOW!

She tried to lie still for a moment in order to catch her breath so 
that she could start again with renewed vigor when she heard footsteps 
coming down the hall toward her room and the muffled voices of 2 men.

She recognized one of the voices as belonging to Sam Price and the 
other one she couldn't distinguish. She tried to regain her composure 
as the voices got nearer and forced herself to withdraw her fingers 
from her wet, desire-starved vagina and rolled over on the bed, 
clenching her thighs tightly together in an effort to still the surging 
desire.

"She's a new girl, very ripe and quite a good shag, if I do say so 
myself," she heard Price say. "An uncontrollable little vixen when she 
really gets going ... which doesn't take too much effort at all," he 
laughed hideously.

"Well," the other voice said, "she better be good, the best, for the 
price you're charging me!"

Christine couldn't believe her ears. It was bad enough to be a toy for 
Price and his friends, but to turn her over to strangers to do with 
what they pleased, she couldn't quite comprehend what was happening. 
She couldn't accept the thought that she was going to be an out and out 
prostitute, a common whore, who had to do whatever a client asked and 
with whomever Price demanded she do it. But, it was too late for 
regrets or changes, she could hear the door begin to open and she 
turned over to meet the devouring eyes of the man who had bought her 
favors as though she were a slave.

"Whew," the man said. "I see what you mean ... what a body!"

"Here's a little present for you," Price said, "be very nice to this 
gentleman, he's a special friend of mine. Make sure he gets his money's 
worth!"

The man with Price came closer to the bed and stared, knowingly and 
lustfully at her, knowing full well that he would be taking her, using 
her, humiliating her momentarily. His manner was crude and she could 
see a bulge beginning to grow inside his trousers and strain against 
the confines of the coarse material.

"How many times have you been fucked tonight?" he asked, laughingly.

She tried to avert his brazen, passionate stare, but no matter where 
she looked his eyes seemed to follow her.

"Answer him," Price demanded.

"Not at all," she whispered hesitantly. "Not at all," as her fingers 
tightened around the cloth of the bedspread and she could feel her 
fingernails dig into the palms of her hands.

She knew that her body ached to be satisfied, but she could not stand 
the final degradation of being taken by this gross, sloppy man for 
money and money alone.

Then she felt thick, wiry hands on her shoulders, fingers digging into 
her flesh like pinchers of a lobster.

She began to whimper and whispered softly, "I have not been made love 
to at all today!"

"Well," the man replied, "we're going to see what we can do to help you 
put up your average!"

He laughed menacingly and pushed her roughly into the down of the bed 
before she had a chance to counteract with any fight at all.

With the stark realization of what was about to happen, she began to 
struggle, fighting and kicking, but she was held so firmly that she 
couldn't even turn over on her side. Her shoulders were held tight 
against the bed and her knees had been forced apart with a rough 
pressure of two other hands.

"You had better be a good girl," she heard Price say, as he tore at the 
soft, vulnerable flesh of her thighs, as he twisted her body around to 
the side so that she lay on her hip.

"Kneel up!" the man demanded.

She tried to force herself flatly on the bed, but hands moved from her 
shoulders and grabbed her arm and twisted it up between her shoulder 
blades, while the other pair of hands reached under her loins and 
hauled them up bodily. She felt like a completely limp rag, a rag to be 
used and thrown away for garbage.

The strength used against her was overpowering even though she 
continued to struggle against their efforts to force her into this 
position. She tried to swing her hips in a fruitless effort to escape 
their further degradation of her body.

"A wildcat," she heard Price say. They were on either side of her, 
looking and gloating over her naked body, the man anticipating the 
satisfaction that was to come.

Suddenly she felt hands change places and she was no longer being held 
by one of the gripping forces.

"Cooperate, you little bitch or you'll really have something to whimper 
about!" she heard Price command, and then heard his footsteps as he 
headed towards the door and out into the hallway.

The twisting of her arm forced her face down hard against the bedspread 
and she tried to let her hips and lower part of her body fall 
protectively against the covering, but one hand grabbed her cruelly and 
hoisted her up again into a kneeling position. She gasped with pain at 
the sudden grabbing force, but she was unable to avert the lustful 
lunge and groping of the hand.

She did not know how she would be able to fight off his advances 
without being physically hurt even more cruelly than he intended so she 
tried to let her body relax a bit.

She could feel the bedsprings begin to give way as the weight of the 
strange man crawled onto the bed and knelt behind her. His hands let go 
of her arm and she let them fall gratefully onto the softness of the 
pillow, burying her head in fear and the shame of her humiliating 
position.

His hands again began to run over her body, exploring every voluptuous 
curve and inch of her soft hidden recesses. Fingers tweaked cruelly at 
the nipples of her soft, full breasts until they stood erect and hard. 
The pliable flesh of her bosom was being kneaded with increasing 
pressure until she was sure that she would have to cry out in bitter 
pain.

Finally, the searching hands wandered further down her body, along her 
ribs, demandingly, and into the dip of her waist. They lingered there 
for just a moment and then started to explore the round, fullness of 
her hips and buttocks as he held her in a vise-like grip, unwilling to 
let her struggle and pull herself free.

She felt him move closer in behind her until she could feel the jerking 
and pulsing of his hardened staff as it beat relentlessly against the 
flesh of her thighs. The giant phallus throbbed and persistently pushed 
against her body, demanding that she take it inside.

She realized that there was no use in trying to get away from this 
awful man, that she would have to take him and like it. Her vagina 
still ached from her previous masturbation, but she began to cool with 
the insistent lust of this horrible man. She had enjoyed making herself 
want to be satisfied, but to be taken so hatefully was another story, 
it had cooled her passion.

The jerking of his mammoth penis did not really excite her, because she 
was too afraid of what he might subject her to after he had reached his 
satisfaction and needed to be stimulated to another erection.

She swayed her hips in an effort to avoid the contact with his 
throbbing organ, but it seemed to follow her like the Mona Lisa smile.

He grunted roughly in his passion and began to utter obscenities at her 
as he continued to fondle and pinch her body in every part he could 
reach without letting go of the grip that held her pinned to the bed in 
this dog-like fashion.

She knew that there was no way to escape from him, but she tried to 
push him away with one last futile effort. She jerked her body and 
twisted beneath his weight until he was lying full on top of her. She 
had meant to slide from under him but did not succeed.

She could feel the hardness of the head of his penis as it began to 
move closer to the unwanting, dry well of her vagina, and she struggled 
punily, in one last attempt to throw him off balance, but it was to no 
avail.

Suddenly his hands reached down and grabbed the cheeks of her buttocks 
in order to give him easier access to her tight, unyielding pussy, and 
she could feel his giant organ probe into the lips of her vagina and 
try to force itself into the depths of her belly. She gasped in pain as 
suddenly she felt an intrusion against the tight, elastic opening of 
her vagina. She felt as though a log were being pushed into her, 
ripping her, tearing her.

She screamed out in pain for him to stop. Any desire that she had felt 
earlier had diminished and all she wanted was for this awful man to 
stop what he was about to do to her. But, she knew that this was 
impossible, because she could hear the rapid breathing and feel his 
hardened penis push violently into her. She began to cry uncontrollably 
and tears ran like torrents down her cheeks as she felt her thighs 
swept wide apart, and the heavy weight of his body crash down onto 
hers.

She could feel his pulsing organ as it slowly began to push steadily 
against the lips of her vagina and slide into the soft intimate channel 
between her legs. She wiggled and turned, trying to avoid his 
impalement, but the intrusion grew harder and pushed deeper into her 
well of open sex. His giant penis throbbed out against her vaginal 
walls and her back ached from the heavy weight of his body. She felt 
his hands reach underneath her back and begin to fondle the crease of 
her buttocks roughly. His fingers began to prod at the tight elastic 
opening of her anus and she shrieked in pain as he inserted the 
thickness of two fingers into her rectum. She was still sore from the 
initial sodomy that she had been subjected to several days before 
because she had been so stretched and torn, and little screams of 
breath broke from her lips. Her vagina walls were chafed and raw as he 
continued to pound his cock deep into her while his fingers impaled her 
from behind. Slowly, however, she began to lubricate and although his 
penetration was greater, she could relax somewhat and it eased the 
pain. Her body, though, still felt as if it were being split open by a 
gigantic log as he continued his cruel, rough fucking of her cunt. His 
hands were gripping and squeezing her, prodding her with sadistic 
force, hurting her and making her wiggle helplessly with pain.

Without warning, as if his desire could not be satisfied in this more 
normal manner, he slipped his wet cock from between her legs and 
grabbed her hips and forced her to he face down on the bed, turning her 
over with cruel force. He tore the buttocks apart, spreading them 
obscenely, revealing the tight, pink anus which was raw from his 
demanding fingering. Then, without ceremony, he pushed down on her and 
with unerring aim he rammed his prick inside her rectum up to the hilt, 
encountering resistance as the tight flesh slowly gave way from the 
pressure of his body. Her channel was pulverizingly tight around his 
rigidity and its squeezing clasp brought forth oaths and gasps of 
pleasure from his panting lips.

She felt shamed and aching, her face turned sideways against the 
bedspread, and she felt only a great heat and splitting at her loins. 
She felt completely humiliated and ashamed and every part of her seemed 
to be at that tiny opening which grew and grew between her legs as if 
it were a great storm drain being broaded by the constant rushing of 
torrents of water.

Her lips opened and closed in torment and occasionally she tried to 
flatten her hips or contract her buttocks to withstand the pain in her 
anus, but then she was only aware of the tightening of her vagina and 
the extra pain which ensued from his brusque entry.

Every time he thrust now, pushing his loins forward, he felt the 
imminence of his orgasm grow greater and greater until there was a 
heavy weight of blood throbbing in the head of his thick penis. He 
rammed into her with increased fury until he felt his muscles begin to 
contract and he began to cum, spewing his maleness deep into her back 
passage.

The pressure inside her finally began to subside as his massive 
erectness became soft and he slowly began to withdraw from her. It was 
as if she had no rights, no soul, no humanity, as if she had been some 
stuffed dummy exclusively for anyone's pleasure, and she wept 
uncontrollably.

At last the man got up from the bed and began to get dressed. She could 
only lay there, aching, humiliated and wondering what else could 
possibly happen to her. She knew that her future was completely in the 
hands of Price and whatever he wanted her to do. He had transformed her 
into an obedient animal and she realized that it would do no good for 
her to try to fight off anything that he had in mind for her, besides 
her body still craved satisfaction, the brute of a man that had just 
taken her had not built her to completion, he had been too rough and so 
her loins, although they ached from the tearing entry, also ached with 
desire.

After the man left the room, she got up and decided to take a long, hot 
shower. Maybe this will make me feel a little cleaner, she thought to 
herself. Besides, I've got to get out of here for awhile, got to get 
some fresh, clean air ... but she wasn't at all sure whether or not she 
would be permitted to leave the house.

When she was completely dressed and freshened, she went downstairs 
hesitantly, hoping that no one would hear her and she would be able to 
get out unnoticed.

She was just about at the door when a voice bellowed, "Just where go 
you think you're going?" It was Price and he was standing in a doorway 
a few feet from the door.

"I just wanted to go out to get some air, I want to go for a walk," she 
answered meekly, her voice shaking.

"Well, there are certain rules around here that must be followed. If 
you choose to disobey, I'm sure you can imagine what will be in store 
for you," he said hatefully.

"What are they?" she asked, afraid of what the answer might be.

"There are only certain places that you are permitted to go. Here I'll 
give you a list of the bars and restaurants, etc. I have men working 
for me all over this city and if you try anything funny, you will be 
escorted back here forcefully and I shall administer the punishment 
personally.!"

At this point she didn't care what the conditions were, she just had to 
get out, even though she knew that she would be spied on.

"Also," he added, "if you pick up any men, which, of course, you are to 
do, you bring them back here for your favors. I take care of the 
arrangements, the charges and this way we stay out of the eyes of the 
law., It's a very easy arrangement, actually."

She nodded hopelessly and turned and went out into the clear sunshine 
and fresh air.

She walked slowly towards one of the bars on West 49th Street that 
Price had said she could patronize. She needed a drink badly, a change 
of company, anything to take her mind away from the harrowing 
experiences of the past week and of the past few hours. She walked into 
the dingy barroom and found a seat in the corner of the room and 
ordered a double martini from the bartender. She hoped that the alcohol 
would blur her mind and let her forget what she had become, what she 
had been forced to become. The first drink went down a bit shakily, the 
bite of the gin was strong and tasted more like pine oil to her, but 
she forced herself to finish it and wait for its effects. Slowly she 
began to relax and ordered another one of the same.

Her eyes were becoming accustomed to the dim lights of the bar and she 
could see more clearly. There were several girls sitting around, all at 
different tables and some at the bar and they all seemed to know the 
bartender very well. Sailors, soldiers and some rather well-to-do 
looking, but greasy men comprised the rest of this somewhat less than 
cheery group. She wondered why some of these people were not at work, 
why they just sat there and drank in the afternoon.

After she had finished her second drink and had signaled for her third, 
one of the girls who had been sitting at the bar walked over to her 
table.

"You're new in the stable, aren't you?" she asked, but it was more of a 
statement than a question.

"I don't know what you mean," she replied. "I'm new in the 
neighborhood, if that's what you mean."

"Oh, come on now. Everyone in here works for Price in one way or 
another, I just thought I'd come over and welcome you to this dirty 
little club and maybe give you a few pointers."

Christine began to relax again when she realized that now all of these 
girls were in the same position she was, and she invited the girl to 
sit down.

"Thanks," she said. "I could use a few kind words and some good advice, 
but first let me ask you a question."

"Sure ... shoot." the other girl said.

"Is there any chance of getting away from this mess? I've got to get 
out of here. I just moved to the city and so much has happened in the 
last week, I don't feel that I can take much more of this. What would 
happen if I tried to leave or go to the police?"

"Wait, slow down, one at a time," she said. "To make it short, don't 
try to get away, Price owns half of this part of town and I'd hate to 
think what would happen to you if you tried and didn't get on the first 
boat or plane for South America before he caught you. That answer your 
question?"

She looked dejectedly at the soiled tablecloth and nodded. "Yes, I 
guess it does."

"Well, don't feel too bad. I've been in his "employ" for about three 
years and after awhile it doesn't matter anymore. All men begin to look 
alike, their preferences are just a little different, but they are all 
bastards. If you cooperate with him from the beginning he may be easier 
on you than he was on me, but that's a long story and I won't bore you 
with it now. Maybe some other time. Anyhow, welcome to the sin colony, 
I must get back to work. Haven't hustled anyone yet today and I'm going 
to try to nail this man next to me. See you later." And she walked 
slowly back to the bar, nudging the man sitting next to her as she got 
into her seat.

Doesn't look very hopeful, she thought to herself and gulped down the 
rest of her third martini.

She hadn't been sitting there too much longer when a handsome young man 
hesitated at the doorway and then walked into the darkness of the room. 
Somehow he didn't fit in with the rest of the group, he seemed to be 
very shy judging from his actions even though his face was not very 
clear. He walked the length of the bar and sat at the table next to 
Christine. She tried not to stare at him, but the way he walked into 
the room looked familiar. His slow, steady gait was a walk that she had 
seen before. Darn it, she thought. I wish the light were better in 
here, or that I had my glasses, so I could see if it really is someone 
I know!

The young man ordered a beer and looked briefly around the bar, as 
though he were looking for someone. Finally his eyes met Christine's 
and he jumped out of his seat and came over to her table.

"Chris, my god, I've been looking all over this city for you!" he 
exclaimed.

She couldn't believe it! She looked up, and even through her alcoholic 
haze that was beginning to take hold on her, she knew that she was 
actually seeing him again. It was Jimmy!

"How in the world did you find me here," she asked, completely in a 
daze, not able to comprehend the reality of the situation. It seemed 
incredible that he could find her here in this place of all places in 
the city.

"It's so good to find you again, Chris. I've been going half out of my 
mind since I called the camp where you were supposed to be and they 
told me that you had never even applied for a job! What's going on, 
anyway?"

She was fighting back the urge to burst into tears and tell him the 
whole sordid story, but he just wouldn't understand. It seemed 
unbelievable to her also and she wouldn't believe such a preposterous 
story if it hadn't actually happened to her.

"It's a long story, Jimmy. I just couldn't go home to Pennsylvania and 
I wanted to get away and be on my own for awhile. Sometime I'll tell 
you the whole thing, but right now, sit down, it's so good to see you 
again."

"What are you doing in New York, Chris? How are you living without a 
job?"

"I've moved into sort of a boarding house run by this man Sam Price. 
Lots of other girls live there, too. He takes care and watches out for 
girls who come into the city and don't have anyplace to go. A girl I 
met at the first hotel I stayed at introduced me to him. Don't worry, 
I'll be all right."

"I don't like the sound of it, but I guess you're old enough to know 
what you want to do," he said, squeezing her hand affectionately. 
"Let's have another drink and I'll take you home. Besides, I'd like to 
be alone with you for awhile, it's been a long time and I've missed 
you."

She sat there, not knowing what to say, not knowing what Price would 
say when she took Jimmy back to her room. Would he try to charge him? 
She didn't know what she was going to do. Maybe she could get him to 
the side before he approached Jimmy and told him what the score was. 
She wanted to tell him everything and maybe he could help her escape, 
but if it backfired she would be punished and there was no telling what 
they would do to him, so she put this thought out of her mind. She 
tried to stall over her last drink, but he was anxious to go. She was 
aching to be alone with him, but afraid of what was going to happen.

Finally Jimmy got up and said, "Come on, sweetheart, let's go!" So she 
got up and headed for the door, noticing that the bartender gave her a 
knowing wink as she left. It made her skin crawl to think that that 
grubby little man thought that her Jimmy was just another "John," a 
trick, and that she had been successful in picking him up for a quick 
roll in the hay. She shuddered, grabbed hold of Jimmy's arm and went 
out into the daylight.

It only took about fifteen minutes to walk back to the house where she 
was staying, or rather being kept. She hesitated on the first step and 
said, "Are you sure you want to come up with me? You know what happened 
last time we were alone," she said, trying to pretend that everything 
was just the same as it had been the last time ... that night in the 
barn at her uncle's farm.

"I'm sure, darling. Why, is there something wrong? You are acting very 
strange, aren't you glad to see me?"

"Oh yes, of course! How could you think otherwise! Let's go in."

No one ran up when they went in--in fact, it seemed as though the whole 
house were deserted, but she did get the feeling that someone was 
watching them just the same. Slowly she climbed the stairs to her room 
trying to be as quiet as possible, but hoping that Jimmy wouldn't 
notice her apprehension. Finally they reached the door of her room and 
went in.

He didn't waste much time in pulling her roughly into his arms and 
kissing her urgently.

"It's been so long since I've held you. God, I missed you," he 
whispered huskily kissing her lips, cheeks and neck.

She could feel an urgent tenseness building in her loins and she knew 
that she and Jimmy would be lovers that afternoon, but she was still 
afraid that someone would come in her room and afraid of what would 
happen when he finally found out her true situation.

His grip on her arms relaxed slightly and he let his hands fall gently 
down the contours of her body and rest firmly at the small of her back. 
He pulled her closer into him and she could feel the growing stiffness 
of his penis under the cloth of his trousers. She put her arms around 
him and clung to him suddenly with a desperation which was 
unmistakable. She seemed to want to say things, but no words would come 
until finally she managed simply to utter, "Love me, my darling, please 
love me. I want you so much!"

Tenderness and passion moved in his head and body and he pulled his 
mouth away from hers and brushed his lips down her long, soft neck to 
the gently rounded shoulders and down to the cleft between her full, 
white breasts. His fingers began to fumble with the buttons of her 
dress and he managed to unfasten it and let it drop to the floor so 
that she was clad only in her brassiere, silk bikini panties and 
stockings. His breath was coming rapidly as he devoured every inch of 
her young, voluptuous body with his eyes.

"Are you sure, Chris, are you sure?" he stammered.

"Oh yes, darling. I want you, I want you desperately ... please" she 
whispered against his ear, tickling the lobe and rim of his ear with 
her tongue.

His fingers worked quickly to unhook the binding of her brassiere and 
her supple breasts fell free from their confinement. She held his head 
gently as he moved his mouth over her naked skin and began to kiss the 
pink points of her breasts, sucking them gently, hearing her sharp 
intake of breath, feeling her thighs pressing firmly against his own.

She pulled him over to the bed, urging him to take off his clothing so 
that they could make love properly. She lay back against the pillow 
waiting and aching for him to be inside her, loving her, satisfying her 
as none of the foul men she had had lately had really been able to do. 
She wanted now to be loved ... not just fucked as all the others, 
including her uncle had done to her. It took him only a few seconds to 
shed all of his clothing and he stood above her by the side of the bed, 
looking down admiringly at her luscious body, while his fully erect, 
pulsing rod jerked uncontrollably up against his stomach. It was the 
first time that she had actually looked at his manhood and even though 
she had held it many times, somehow it seemed much larger now. He bent 
down along side her and began tugging at the elastic which held her 
stockings until they released and he could pull them off, then he lay 
down beside her. His hands ran over her body, stroking every bulge, 
every concavity and convexity and she shivered, her legs scissoring 
together as he reached inside the elastic of her panties so that he 
could feel the high point of soft hair-covered flesh between her 
thighs. She wiggled under his urgent touch as he stripped away the last 
piece of material that covered her body. They lay there for a moment 
clinging to each other, their fingers and hands exploring each other's 
body as though they had never touched before, savoring every delicious 
minute.

"Darling," she whispered, "you feel so good, you don't know what you're 
doing to me. You're driving me wild."

His hand was rubbing alone the flesh on the 
inside of her thighs, his fingers searching for the tiny fold of flesh 
that protected her vaginal opening. His thumb found the erect bud of 
her clitoris and rubbed it harshly, bringing gasps of pleasure and 
passion from her lips. He began to finger the lips of her vaginal 
passage, teasing her and making her wriggle and try to push her hips up 
so that his fingers would be forced inside her aching orifice. Slowly 
he began to insert one finger into her denied cavity, wiggling it 
gently, tantalizing her, causing moans of desire from her. She began to 
lubricate until she was completely moist and aching to be taken.

"Don't make me wait ... do it now," she urged, but he ignored her pleas 
and continued his pre-love play, in order to build her to a fever pitch 
before finally taking her completely.

He began to suck her nipples, giving them sharp little bites which 
brought shrieks from her lips. Her hips began to revolve under his 
caresses, delicately at first, but with increasing fervor.

Her hand slid down between them, searching for his throbbing penis 
which was hidden between his thighs and let her fingers close gently 
around the long, erect rod of heat. It jerked under her touch and 
tantalizing waves of passion swirled in his loins like the twisting 
funnel of a tornado.

He felt her clitoris grow hard under his fingers and he slid his face 
from her soft, full breasts until it rested between her cool thighs 
which were as beautiful as silk to the touch. He ran his tongue over 
her voluptuous loins working his way towards her most intimate parts. 
He nibbled gently on the soft flesh of her inner leg as she pulled her 
knees up toward her chest to present him with the pink, aching lips of 
her vagina. He found the rigidity of her clitoris and sucked it hard, 
bringing gasps of passion from her lips as his tongue thrust into the 
warm, moist walls of her open cunt.

"Ooohhhhh, darling, yessss, suck me," she whispered huskily. "I'm going 
out of my mind!"

He continued his mouthing until she was tossing uncontrollably 
underneath his touch and she could hardly catch her breath in her heat 
of passion. Her fingers were entwined in his hair, holding his mouth 
strongly against her loins and buried deep into her moist, throbbing 
channel as she jerked up against his face and swirling tongue.

He knew that she was ready for him to take her and he could hardly 
control his own mounting passion as he slithered up her passion filled 
body. But, she pushed him over on his back as he was about to enter her 
and brought her own mouth down on his hardened throbbing cock and 
enclosed it in a warm flood of saliva as her mouth and tongue covered 
his pulsing manhood. He could feel her tongue and lips sucking 
persistently at the head of his staff, drawing the blood to the very 
tip of his penis. He arched his back, thrusting his pulsing prick at 
her mouth, watching, in growing passion, those soft full lips sucking 
at him with a soft crooning delight. He reached between her legs and 
continued to tickle her clitoris, teasing it cruelly but gently.

They both writhed and jerked their bodies, contacting at various 
points, withdrawing, brushing together in wet, passionate embraces.

Then, after an eternity she took her mouth off his hard, pulsating 
penis and looked up at him, her eyes showing the sexual agony of her 
desire.

"Make love to me now, darling!" she said. "I want you inside me ... 
fuck me, fuck me ... please! NOW!"

He rolled her onto her back and climbed over on top of her. Her hot 
flesh was like a gorgeous pillow, hollowed and hillocked and pneumatic, 
trembling like a leaf in a storm and she placed his lust hardened prick 
against her cunt with a hand that could hardly hold it for trembling. 
He let the throbbing head lie against the warm fold of her vagina for 
just a moment and then entered her with a desperate passionate thrust. 
He was surprised that he met no obstacle, no maidenhead, for he thought 
that he was the first man to ever take her, but he put the thought from 
his mind and let his passion carry him away. He was afraid that he 
would have cum in her hand in another second, but found that he was 
able to hold his semen back once he was fully inside her warm, tight 
tunnel. She gasped and moaned, writhing under him, calling out his name 
as if she were being tortured on the rack.

She kept her eyes open so that she could see his face as he watched her 
mouth working, her eyes flaring as if appealing for something 
unspeakable.

He buried his hard, thick prick right up to the core of her vagina so 
that his loins around its base rubbed harshly against the reddened 
folds of her vaginal flesh. The skin of his penis seemed as if it were 
being torn back from the hard central rod like the peel from a banana. 
Her throbbing cunt pressed hard on it, squeezing it like a vise with 
increasing pressure, the soft pubic hair teasing maddeningly around the 
broad impaling base.

She pulled her white thighs up and back, making herself almost into a 
ball on which he rolled, thrusting in and up as the ball swiveled 
lasciviously beneath him. Her knees pressed tight into her breasts.

Her groaning was sweet agony now, infecting him with its statement of 
the extremity of her passion, and he drew his rock-hard prick almost 
completely out of her and thrust it in again, to the very depths of her 
cunt with a resounding, driving series of quick, deep jabs. Her full, 
soft lips opened at him, inviting him down and he kissed her hard, his 
tongue delving deep into her throat while his hard, pistoning cock 
filled her vaginal cavity to the fullest.

Her breath, as he drew away, gasping, followed him and he could feel 
her hands pushing him gently, exerting certain pressures on his body, 
so he followed her directions and rolled over on his back, bringing her 
with him so that she straddled him, taking his sword-thrust between her 
wide-stretched thighs like a meal that she couldn't have enough of.

Sitting on his loins now, speared upwards by his throbbing penis, she 
rose and fell on him, like a woman on horseback, riding a bucking 
bronco at a rodeo. Her blonde hair fell across her face, flying and 
swooping like a golden cloak and a few stray strands of the golden 
threads stuck to her open mouth as she gasped in passion. Her features 
were contorted in uncontrollable lust, changing with every thrust of 
his penis like a kaleidoscope. Her full, supple breasts bobbed up and 
down as she rode his massive rod and her buttocks squashed and spread 
out over his abdomen and his thighs with every down-thrust.

He raised his thighs behind her so that they acted as a backrest to her 
buttocks, and he rotated his hips, watching her vagina travel down on 
his stiffened, pulsing manhood as it landed with a loud smacking noise 
on his pelvis as it dropped again.

Her head rolled on her neck and he reached down and caught her buttocks 
from behind, cupping the soft, full orbs in delicious handfuls of soft, 
resilient flesh. He found the tight elastic hole of her anus and thrust 
a finger in so hard that it caused her to jump forward as if to escape 
the rough intrusion.

She gasped out from the sudden pain, "Aaaaahhhhhfff, ooohhhh ... 
darling," before she could relax her rectal muscles and settle back 
onto his imitation prick and continue her riding motion.

The whole area of his genitals was a wet, hot blaze, as if it were a 
liquid fire, a volcano about to explode. He wanted to get further into 
her than was possible. He wanted to pierce her heart with his thick, 
massive weapon with every maddening thrust. He could feel the blood 
rush once again to the head of his penis and he was on the brink of 
explosion.

Her breath came in a long whine, like a chant as she wiggled furiously 
on top of him and he knew that she was about ready to climax, that she 
would not be able to wait much longer if he continued his hard, 
constant impalement of her wet, contracting, vagina.

"Aaaagggghhhhh, I'm cumming ... oohhhhh, I'm cumming ... now ... now 
...!" she gasped out, her eyes filled with a kind of blind, 
uncomprehending fear.

It seemed to have taken her unaware, as if a switch had suddenly been 
thrown. She choked and choked and choked again and then slammed her 
body down onto the rigid, throbbing tower of his penis as if she wanted 
to devour it completely with the hungry, chewing mouth between her 
legs. Finally, with an animal-like cry, she stayed there, as if 
impaled, as if on that final thrust his weapon had pierced the balloon 
of her passion and she was deflated. She sank deeply down onto his 
still hardened cock, her head hanging forward, exhausted and limp.

He held her round the tiny waist with his hands and forced her up and 
down as he jerked up into her. His lips twisted with passion and 
perhaps a little cruelly as he forced her to ride his massive rod once 
again. His prick seemed to have grown to enormous dimensions, like it 
had been bloated with water. The mounting pressure in his loins rushed 
into his pulsating phallus, boiling and seething on the brink of 
explosion, hot and wet, bursting for relief. His face flushed in a 
final furious moment, his teeth gnashing together, his neck arched as 
he thrust in deeply one final time, bringing a muted roar of 
satisfaction from his lips as his sperm gushed hotly up into the open 
depths of her vagina.

She fell forward on him, kissing his face as tears of joy and 
gratification streamed down her face.

It was some time before they spoke. Their kisses spoke, their bodies 
spoke, but no words were uttered, and she was now shaking 
uncontrollably as the tears flooded down her cheeks.

At last, she began to regain her composure and said, "Oh darling, that 
was wonderful! I'll just never recover ... you almost killed me, and I 
want you to kill me like that every day of my life."

"That would be my pleasure, sweetheart," he grinned. "You aren't so bad 
yourself, you know. You give me a lot of satisfaction too!"

"Do I? Do I really? I want to make you happy. It means so much to me 
that I make you as happy as you make me, otherwise it just wouldn't be 
right," she said, quite seriously, wiping tears away from her eyes with 
her hand.

"Darling, you DO make my happy, so why the tears?" he answered, holding 
her close to him.

He could feel her body begin to relax as he held her, comforting her, 
and he held her face between his hands and looked at her lovingly.

Her face clouded, remembering where they were and wondering what was 
going to happen if Price found out about it. She didn't know what to 
say, but she knew that she would have to make some explanation to 
Jimmy, but not quite yet. She couldn't spoil this very beautiful 
moment, their first moment of real love.

He stroked her naked buttocks gently, and said. "Don't look so worried. 
I don't know what's been troubling you, but from now on you don't have 
to worry about a thing. I won't let anything happen to you. You can 
count on that!"



Chapter 6


"That was a very nice performance, me dear," Price said as he leered at 
her from across the table. "Who was that ... an old boyfriend?"

"Yes," she murmured quietly. "He was a fellow I went with in school. 
You mean you were watching us? How?"

"This house has many mirrors and many eyes, there is little that 
escapes us!" he laughed at her.

"He ... he, doesn't know about me. I mean, about what has happened to 
me. I didn't tell him, honest!" she stammered. "You won't tell him if 
he comes back here will you?"

"Of course not, love," he said, almost wickedly. "In fact, if he 
doesn't have a job, I may be able to arrange something for him also. 
Why don't you ask him to come talk to me?"

"I couldn't do that, he wouldn't understand and besides, then he would 
find out about me. I couldn't bear to have him know what I've become, 
or rather," she said tearfully, "what you've forced me to become."

"Well, my dear," he continued, "if you don't care to introduce me to 
your friend, I will have to find him myself to make my proposition, and 
then he will find out about your amusing occupation! You see, I need 
someone like him right now ... a new face in the ranks, one that's as 
young and innocent as his. He could be very valuable to me. Besides, 
that way you can go on banging him on the side without charge and no 
one will be the wiser. So unless you want me to burst your little 
bubble, you'll cooperate. Do I make myself clear?" And he walked out of 
the room.

She knew that there was nothing else she could do except arrange a 
meeting between Price and Jimmy, so she began to think up some sort of 
a story that she could tell him.

That next afternoon she met Jimmy for a drink at the same bar where 
they had met a few days before. He was waiting, sipping a tall gin and 
tonic when she arrived.

"Well, good afternoon, princess! You look as beautiful as ever." he 
said, kissing her briefly on the cheek. "Have a drink, what'll it be? 
Same?"

He could sense that once again she was nervous, but he decided to wait 
for her to say something. She had told him that there was something she 
wanted to discuss with him and so he thought it was best not to rush 
her. Let her have a few drinks, he thought to himself. They always make 
me more lucid, and maybe it will help build up her courage, I'll just 
have to be patient.

"Let's go to a table where we can talk," she said after a few quick 
gins. The alcohol was making her begin to loosen up and she felt that 
now she could tell him what was on her mind.

"Sure, sweetheart, anything your heart desires," he said, trying to 
create a jovial air and he gave her a light pat on the bottom as she 
slid off of her barstool.

"I don't know quite how to begin this, Jimmy. I don't want you to get 
the wrong idea," she stammered, hesitating with every word.

"I know that there has been something on your mind from the very first 
time I found you here in this crummy bar, darling. Nothing you have to 
say is going to make me change what I said the other day, you know. I'm 
not that easy to get rid of and besides, I love you very much, 
pumpkin."

"You are trying to make things so easy for me, I know, but somehow it 
just isn't that easy, but do try to understand." she said.

"Okay, shoot. I've got broad shoulders."

"Jimmy, Mr. Price said that he could get you a job if you wanted to 
stay in New York. He saw you the other day and asked me who you were. 
When I told him he said that he would be glad to help you out and that 
you could come over to the house anytime you wanted. I think he knows 
we were making love in the room, so there isn't too much I could do. I 
told him that I would introduce you to him." She knew that this wasn't 
quite the truth, but maybe he would accept what she said at face value 
and not question her any further.

"That's very nice of him, sweetheart. I don't have a job and I really 
can't do anything, do you know what he has in mind?" he asked.

"Not really. I don't know exactly what he does, but I have a feeling 
that all his ventures aren't exactly above board. I know that he knows 
a lot of people here in the city and that you wouldn't get into any 
trouble, it just depends on how moral you are going to be." she added.

She knew that she had to say something like that so that Jimmy wouldn't 
be completely surprised when he met Price, she felt that she had to 
give him some sort of an inkling or he may not go at all, and then she 
would be sunk and there would go their relationship. She couldn't bear 
the thought of Jimmy finding out about her and never wanting to see her 
again, especially not after that afternoon they had made such beautiful 
love. She couldn't lose him now, he was the only thing that would keep 
her balance, her only connection with reality.

"What's he like, this Mr. Price?" he asked.

"Well, he likes to think he has all the class in the world. Of course 
he doesn't, but a lot of his friends do. That's where you fit in. You 
have what he doesn't. You're young, you have polish and you can 
probably be an asset to him socially, if nothing else. That's why he 
would give you a job, I'm sure."

"Well, it doesn't sound quite kosher, sweetheart, but if I'm going to 
stay in New York and keep an eye on you, I guess I'd better meet this 
Price fellow. Now do you feel better. It wasn't as bad as all that, was 
it?" he looked at her smiling.

"Oh, Jimmy, I don't know what I would have done if you had refused to 
see him. I want you to stay in New York and maybe it won't be so bad 
after all. Maybe he just wants you to run some of his errands or 
arrange parties. I don't know, but all I care about is that you're here 
and we can be together. I don't know what I'd do without YOU."

She knew that this appealed to his male ego, but she also knew that she 
had meant every word of it, and it wasn't just flattery. She did need 
him if she were going to keep her sanity. She wondered to herself, if 
perhaps, she weren't just a little insane already!

"Where are we going to meet this man," he asked. "The house?"

"No, he asked that we meet him in what he calls his little hideout, 
it's just a few blocks away, another dingy bar, I'm sure. Here, I have 
the address." she said.

They walked outside and headed in the direction of Fifty-third Street. 
The streets had become gray and bleak with little alleyways 
crisscrossing and children playing around the door stoops of the West 
Side tenements and stray dogs were running in twos and threes. Finally, 
they came to the street and turned right and headed toward the east 
side of town.

"Looks like here we are," she said, glancing at the address he had 
given her and then up at the building. They walked up the steps of what 
looked like an old, but once fashionable townhouse, but once they were 
inside, they could see a well-stocked bar, several people just sitting 
around and it looked more like a private club.

The room was big and another led off of it. There were several over-
stuffed chairs, wide couches and a garish chandelier was hanging from 
the ceiling casting a rather dim light over the whole place. Several 
men were lying around on the couches talking to a surprisingly 
beautiful girl.

"This is Mr. Price, Jimmy," she said walking up to a group of men 
seated around a table in the end of the room.

"Well, come in ... make yourselves at home," Price said, motioning to 
some chairs alongside the table. "George, make these people a drink." 
His voice was affected and he was obviously trying to impress them with 
his power over the people that were here in the room.

The atmosphere was eerie and she felt uncomfortable, but she looked at 
Jimmy and he seemed to be perfectly at ease. Maybe it's just because I 
know who these people are and he doesn't, she mused. I wonder how many 
of these men have fucked me, she wondered as she glanced around the 
room. A few of the faces looked familiar, but there had been so many in 
such a short period of time that it was impossible for her to remember.

Jimmy shook the hand that was extended to him and looked at Price 
through the dim light. He was a tall stocky man with rather square 
shoulders, long well groomed hair and strong features. His eyes were 
bright, but hard and he 
decided that there may have been just a touch of inborn cruelty in 
them, but shrugged it off to his imagination.

"I'm Price," he said. "So you're looking for a job." He made it sound 
as if he had come looking to him for a job, rather than sending 
Christine to bring him to him for an interview. Oh well, he thought, a 
man as big as this, maybe this is the way he does business. At any 
rate, I'll hear what he has to say.

He took a long sip of the drink that was handed to him and choked at 
the sudden burning sensation in his throat.

"Wwwhhat is this!" he coughed.

Price laughed and said, "You'll get used to it. I have it 'imported' 
from France and I must admit that it is a bit strong, but it does the 
trick, it's Absinthe."

"But isn't that illegal, as well as being an aphrodisiac," Jimmy asked 
rather naively.

"It sure is, but when it's mixed this way, don't worry, you won't go 
out of here a raving maniac, sex starved and depraved." The whole group 
chuckled slightly, and Christine now knew what it was that they had 
been giving her to keep her so eager and passionate.

Price had not taken his eyes off Jimmy the whole time he was talking 
and he began to ask him a few question. He wanted to know if he had 
ever been in jail, whether he was wanted for anything now, etc. Jimmy 
told him that he had just gotten out of school and had never had any 
trouble with the law, not even a parking ticket.

"Good, then you drive, right?" he asked.

Jimmy nodded affirmatively.

"Well, you got class, like me." he said eventually. "And we need a lot 
of class around here. I like to work with people who have polish, it 
makes things easier and so much more pleasant," he added, glancing over 
at Christine.

"What business are you in," Jimmy asked. "It seems that most people can 
drive, why is that so important?"

"Oh, you'd be surprised," Price said, "when it comes to a bit of 
illegal business, there aren't so many, and those that are there have a 
tendency to get cold feet at a crucial minute. You seem to have a cool 
head, and there really isn't any risk involved, I take care of all 
that. Are you interested?"

Price looked over at Christine who was holding her breath, waiting for 
his answer, knowing that he really didn't have a choice now that he had 
met Price. He would never let him go.

"As for the business," he went on without giving Jimmy a chance to 
answer, "it's just a question of a little transaction in whiskey and 
cigarettes."

Jimmy looked at him questioningly.

"It's a very high paid game," he continued, "and there's practically no 
risk, this I can assure you. We just keep the market supplied with good 
stuff at a lower price. I'm sort of a modern day Robin Hood."

Jimmy shook his head as if trying to clear his mind of all the things 
that Price had said and then thought for a moment.

"Well, it doesn't sound all that bad, and I do need the money if I want 
to stay in New York and be with Christine," he said. "It was nice of 
you to offer me something." He had actually been ready to consider 
something much worse and by comparison this didn't sound too bad at 
all. All he had to do was drive a car, and that was easy enough.

Price got out of his chair for the first time and came over and shook 
Jimmy's hand again. "You've got a good little girl there," looking over 
at Chris. "The money will help you keep her entertained. She deserves 
the best. I have a fiercely paternal attitude towards my girls and want 
to make sure they are kept happy." he said, laughing menacingly.

Price introduced him around the room and then got up as if to leave.

"George will drive you wherever you want to go," he said. "We'll get in 
touch with you in a couple of days."

He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a small wad of bills.

"Here's a little something on account," he said peeling off several 
hundreds, "and don't be a stranger at the house, always glad to see 
you."



Chapter 7


Jimmy moved to a hotel not far from the house where Christine was 
staying and waited for Price to get in touch with him. He had seen 
Chris in the afternoons and they had made love in his room or in hers, 
but he had not seen Price since that one afternoon. Finally, Price sent 
one of his men to see him and he was told that his first job was for 
the next night and that George would pick him up and take him back to 
the "hideout."

He felt a certain apprehension at his first venture into crime, but it 
seemed such an ordinary sort of crime that aside from its degree, he 
tried to look on it as simply as smuggling an extra quart of liquor 
through customs as he had done when he had returned from the Bahamas on 
vacation one spring vacation at school. He was just going to transport 
some whiskey to be sold at an under-retail price, and it really didn't 
seem to be too big of a thing.

At the hideout everyone was waiting, only none of the girls were there, 
and he wondered where Christine was at that moment.

He had no way of knowing that at that very moment she was being madly 
screwed by some of Price's preferred clientele at a very private party 
and as a result of the drugs, was enjoying every minute of it!

"Okay," Price said. "You other two can take the wagon, just in case we 
get more than we bargained for."

Jimmy wondered what could possibly go wrong. Wasn't this supposed to be 
easy, nothing to it. Wasn't that what Price had said? Anyway, it was 
too late now for him to back out.

It was just after midnight when they started through the dark streets, 
each car taking a different route. In the back of the wagon, there were 
a few pieces of furniture as a disguise.

He drove easily, following Price's instructions and wound his way 
through some of the back alleys of Harlem.

"All right," Price said. "That'll do, pull over to that corner." They 
had been driving for about a half an hour.

He pulled up just beyond the corner, away from the street light, which 
yellowed the sooty walls of the last row of tenement houses. They sat 
there for awhile and waited, but Jimmy didn't have enough nerve to ask 
why. He was content to let things take their course.

In a few minutes, the occupants of the van skidded round a corner at 
the opposite end of the street, saw them and turned down an alleyway, 
going up on the narrow pavement at one side and pulled in front of 
them, barely missing the side of the car.

"Okay, follow them," Price commanded sharply.

He slipped the car into gear and the car sped down the dim street and 
turned the corner after the van. They crossed a broader street still 
following the large truck in front of them until he saw the iron gates 
of the dock area.

"What about the man at the gate," he asked.

"That's okay," Price growled, "he's a friend of ours."

They swept through the gate and Jimmy glanced at the little sentry box 
at the entrance to the dock. There was no guard!

He followed the van, feeling suddenly apprehensive and on edge. They 
dodged among a number of long heavy wooden buildings and then along a 
concrete runway. He pulled into the shadow of one of the buildings just 
behind the van. Price opened the door of the car and jumped out.

"Just hang on a moment," he called to Jimmy, "we'll see if the coast is 
clear.

He disappeared behind the building with George and other two men, each 
in their respective cars.

He waited impatiently, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel 
nervously, and was surprised at the difference in his nerve between now 
and when he felt he had smuggled the booze out of the Bahamas. He 
stared round at the little rear window and saw another one of Price's 
men standing there, grinning back at him.

After several minutes, Price reappeared and motioned to them as he 
climbed into the van that he had been following.

The caravan of automobiles moved around to the back of the dock 
warehouse, where the broad doors had already been opened and the rest 
of Price's men were hauling crates to the outside and loading them into 
the car and into the van.

"Hurry up, you guys," Price barked, standing beside the cab of the van. 
"The narks are at the other end now, but they'll be down this way 
before too long!" As he spoke, he looked at Jimmy.

"When we're ready to go," he said quietly, "just turn round this 
warehouse and go back the way we came."

"Okay," Jimmy heard himself answering. He felt some admiration for 
Price's cool and organizational manner. It was just a matter of habit, 
he surmised.

The men worked rapidly and smoothly for about another ten minutes and 
by that time all the crates had been loaded into the van and the car, 
with the blind of furniture covering them.

Jimmy was surprised that there wasn't a night watchman or some sort of 
guard watching the place, but he didn't know anything about this sort 
of thing, and obviously Price had had it all planned.

The loading was finished and George was pushing the last crate straight 
and the rest were moving back to the van when Price saw two figures in 
the distance coming up the long concrete lane between the warehouses.

"Christ," he snapped. "Get out of here fast, the narks!"

As he spoke, the van shot forward and disappeared around the building. 
Jimmy could feel a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead and his 
palms. Now was the time to be cool, he told himself, trying to regain 
his composure. He slipped the car into gear once again and drove 
towards the two figures which had now broken into a fast run and were 
flashing powerful flash lights down the dimly lit walk, and then, he 
too, turned quickly around in back of the warehouse and skidded into 
the direction from which he had come.

"Speed it up," Price snapped, "or they'll get us at the gate."

He put his foot down to the floor, swerving dangerously round the 
building, missing the corners by inches and caught the van just as 
they, too, reached the gate and screeched through the narrow opening.

"Nice going," Price complimented him, and he began to unwind somewhat 
after their close call.

Behind them somewhere he heard a police siren as they raced at 
breakneck speed through the narrow, deserted alleyways and into the 
streets.

They had managed to shake the police and they slowed down as they 
neared the respectable east side street of the hideout, swerved into 
the garage and the doors closed behind them.

All the men were waiting inside the house when they walked in through 
an entrance which he had never seen before.

"A nice clean job," he said. "It was the driving that did it. We were 
almost in a spot when the narks showed up!"

"Well, we have enough stuff to last for awhile," one of the men 
chuckled.

"Yes indeed, we're in the chips again," another added.

Jimmy was relieved that it was over and he felt more involved with the 
gang than he had expected to be, but it was too late now for regrets. 
An uneasy feeling came over him and he felt that now he was among the 
marked men, the men that the police searched out in every nook and 
cranny of the city, even a city as big as New York.

"We'd better stay here until morning," Price warned. "Then I'll start 
to get rid of the stuff. Quite a few classy people are going to be very 
pleased!" He laughed wickedly, glancing all around the room.

He awoke in the morning, surprised that he had slept at all and 
wondered what time it was. He looked around the room and they were all 
there and Christine had joined them along with one or two other girls.

Price looked at him as he struggled up from the narrow couch.

"Just going to wake you up," he said, "It's time we were going."

He looked up and stared at Christine, thinking how lovely she was and 
how much he loved her. She smiled down at him and gave his hand an 
affectionate squeeze.

Jimmy picked up the first edition of the evening paper which Christine 
had just brought over which meant that it must be after six o'clock. He 
glanced at the headlines aware of the fact that Christine was following 
his every movement, then his eyes spotted a tiny headline, "Gang broke 
into New York Docks last night. Overpowered guard and watchman, stole 
large quantity of dangerous drugs, escaped. Drugs valued at several 
hundred thousand dollars."

He read the passage three times and looked slowly up from the paper. 
The first eyes he met were those of Christine. They were looking at him 
with the hesitant, shy look to which he had become so accustomed 
lately. She was waiting for his reaction before she said anything.

"This is us!" he said, holding the paper towards Price.

"That's right," Price answered almost jovially. "We really took them 
for a big haul this time! We weren't quite sure how you'd take it, so 
we had to invent the whiskey business until we got to know you better!"

The look of shock on his face must have been obvious, and Christine 
moved to his side.

"I didn't know, Jimmy. Honestly, I didn't know." she said.

Her eyes looked at him pleadingly, begging for understanding and she 
was almost in tears as she clutched for his hand.

Dangerous drugs, he thought. That wasn't exactly what he had bargained 
for, but as he looked around the room, he knew that there would be no 
way to escape from this web of crime he had become involved in without 
being aware of it.

"What sort of drugs," he finally had the courage to ask as his face 
turned an ashen color and he was afraid that he would be sick.

Price reached into his pocket and pulled out a small package which 
contained a sugar like substance.

"Heroin!" he gasped.

"That's right," Price agreed cheerfully. "It was going to the hospital, 
but they can get plenty more very easily. Our clients aren't so lucky."

"But that's a federal offense," Jimmy interjected. "It's piggish, you 
prey on people's weaknesses!"

"Not at all," Price retorted. "We didn't give these people the taste 
for it. We merely supply their demands."

"Besides, anything worth this kind of money, is a serious offense, as 
far as the law is concerned!" he added.

Jimmy looked at the others around the room to see if anyone else agreed 
with him, but he was met with just blank stares. He turned to Christine 
and her eyes were downcast at the floor.

"Well, it's just not exactly what I had in mind. Sorry fellows," Jimmy 
said.

"I wouldn't be so hasty in your decision," Price almost shouted at him. 
"You were brought to us by Christine, even though she didn't know 
exactly what the story was, and now it's too late to back out. We can't 
let you out now, you know too much and you wouldn't like anything to 
happen to your little girlfriend here now, would you?"

Jimmy looked at Price's sensual face and it was the hardest face that 
he had ever seen. He was in a trap, a horrible web of circumstance from 
which he could not escape.

"What do you think you can do if I just leave and take Christine with 
me," he asked.

"The police have a way of finding people once they've been tipped off 
and it's amazing how the narcotics squad find out about people who try 
to leave. We can't afford that kind of publicity, so it looks as if 
you're stuck!"

"Well, what good am I to you now, what good is Christine, now that we 
know?" he interjected.

"Oh, I see, it's that way," Price added.

Christine was almost cringing in one corner, hoping that Jimmy would 
shut up, so that Price would not be forced to tell him just what sort 
of thing that she was involved in.

"The only time when there is honor among thieves is when you are useful 
to us, and I told you how useful you are as a driver. You didn't lose 
control or blow your cool last night, so right now, you are valuable to 
us, and that is your only protection."

He glanced at Christine and her eyes were looking at Price with hatred. 
It was just a second, but Price caught her hateful look and walked 
across the room towards her.

His hard, cold eyes were blazing as he looked at her and his hand 
slashed cruelly across her face and she fell backwards.

"You can expect her to take more of this if you decide to back out 
now," he quipped, "not to mention what will happen to you!"

Jimmy stood there completely frozen to his spot. He knew that it was no 
good to try to play the knight in shining armor and avenge the slap, 
because there were too many of the others in the room and things would 
only get worse and both of them could be badly hurt or even killed.

Why, he thought to himself, did she get me involved with this type of 
operation. But then he realized that she, herself, must have been 
desperate to have approached him. This explained a lot of her moods and 
hesitant feelings she had had during the past week!

He was unable to say anything, do anything, and Price slapped Christine 
again, this time across her full, well shaped breasts and she fell 
limply backwards into a chair.

She began to sob quietly while he looked on. She looked at him 
understandingly, knowingly and her eyes begged him to remain silent.

He was unable to contain himself any longer and he started to her aid.

"Leave her!" Price commanded. "Mind your own business!"

"But she is my business," he replied and once again started towards the 
chair where she had fallen.

All of a sudden there were hands holding him down so that he could not 
move and he could feel a swift kick soundly in his groin and he cringed 
in pain.

She got to her feet and tossed her head in an effort to show Jimmy that 
she wasn't really hurt that badly. Her face was crimson from the blows 
she had endured, but moved to a bed and sat down, her fists clenched, 
her eyes staring at the ceiling so that she would be able to fight back 
the tears.

Price looked at her for a moment longer, his mouth twisted in a 
menacing grimace as he nonchalantly tucked his tie back into his coat.

"All right. Let the gentleman go," he commanded to the other men that 
were holding him down. "You shouldn't treat class that way."

He walked around to the drawer in a desk and drew out a fat wad of 
bills and laid them in front of Jimmy.

"That's another little advance," he said. There will be more when we 
dump the stuff, so why not just sit back and cooperate like a good 
little boy." He was laughing sadistically, and went to sit on the couch 
next to Christine.

She tried to move away from his touch as he reached out to grab her by 
the knee, but his fingers closed tightly around the flesh of her thigh.

Jimmy looked at him and then at Christine. She was in tears, and 
trembling.

"Please don't touch me. You've got what you wanted. Why don't you just 
let us alone!" she said.

Price laughed sadistically as his hand began to slide up to the fleshy 
part of her thigh and his fingers pinched the warm, soft skin on the 
inside of her legs.

Jimmy looked at her challengingly, but her eyes met his with a cold 
stare as she tried to stop the tears from flowing, hoping that he would 
just leave and wait for the next phone call, the call for another job.

He started to walk to the door when he felt a hand on his shoulder and 
a voice said, "What's your hurry, son? Why not wait and see the 
entertainment."

He didn't know exactly what they had in mind, but the grip that was 
biting into his shoulder blades told him that he had better turn around 
and stay at the house if only for a little while.

When he went back into the room he couldn't believe what he was seeing. 
Several of the girls had already stripped down to the brassieres and 
panties and were tantalizing the men to come join them on the couches. 
He looked for Christine, but he could not see her. Finally, after a few 
minutes he heard her voice coming from a door at the far end of the 
room, crying and pleading with Price.

"You promised me that nothing would happen to Jimmy. You promised that 
you would never let him know what was happening!" she was sobbing 
uncontrollably.

"Well, my dear," he said, "since your boyfriend has decided to go 
straight on us I don't see that I have any choice. After all, the only 
real hold I have on him is you, you and your beautiful body, your 
prowess in bed and I can't let that get away. Even if he should try, we 
still have you and I couldn't let you leave us that easily. After all, 
you are the best lay in the house, you satisfy every horny bastard that 
I send around to you, so you too are valuable. Besides, you would miss 
all the loving you get from Price and his boys now, wouldn't you?" It 
was more of a statement than a question.

"But you couldn't do that, even you have that much of a sense of 
promise." she said, trying to appeal to his sensitivity, which was 
totally lacking.

Jimmy headed towards the direction of the voice in an effort to help 
her, but in a second there were two men holding him back into the 
larger room.

"That's okay," Price said. "Let the little boy come in and watch. Let 
him see his virginal girlfriend in action. Maybe that will change his 
mind about going to the cops."

All at once the arms that had been holding him back were dragging him 
into the smaller anteroom where Price was holding Christine. His hands 
were around her waist and then he appeared he let his hands wander up 
to the soft, full mounds of her breasts, cupping them and juggling them 
as if they were made of jelly.

Jimmy tried to break loose and grab her from his lustful hold, but the 
arms once again grabbed out at him and he could feel himself being 
pinned to the wall.

"Hold him for just a moment, let him see what his little bitch is about 
to do to make old Daddy Price happy!" His eyes were lit with passion 
and cruelty, and there was nothing that he could do and Christine's 
struggles were futile.

He was being held fast while he watched Price run his hands up and down 
the soft, voluptuous curves of her body, pinching, fondling, cruelly 
caressing every inch of her flesh. Christine was struggling, trying to 
get away from his vise-like grip, but it was useless, his hands were 
like the claws of a crab, biting and hurting, digging into her and not 
about to let go.

Jimmy tried to close his eyes and his mind to what was about to happen 
to his tender sweetheart but his head was forced back up against the 
wall. "Open your eyes," Price hissed over at him. "I want you to see 
this!"

Christine looked across at him, her eyes begging with him to understand 
that she could not help what was going to happen any more than he could 
help what had happened to him the previous night.

Price dragged her back into the corner of the smaller room and he could 
hear the tearing of cloth and he knew that Christine was being stripped 
naked.

The men forced Jimmy around the room until he stood directly opposite a 
small, dim light that was burning in the corner. Price was busily 
rummaging at Christine's clothing. He was standing behind her and had 
ripped off her blouse, revealing her brassiere and the full, supple 
orbs that protruded from above the cloth. His hand was working itself 
inside the binding until he reached the tender nipple of her breasts. 
The other hand was tugging at the waistband of her skirt, ripping the 
buttons and pulling the thin material to the floor. She stood there 
completely without outer clothing, dressed in her flimsy underwear ... 
her brassiere, silk bikini panties, garter belt and stockings and 
shoes. She was struggling against his power, but it was doing no good, 
because his massive hands soon found the tiny, red nipples of her 
breasts and were tweaking them cruelly until they stood completely 
erect.

"Man, look at those tits," Price said huskily. "I can't wait to get my 
tongue around those babies."

Jimmy gasped, he could not stand the thought of anyone else touching 
his girl, the girl he loved so much, the girl with whom he had shared 
so many tender moments of love lately. Their lovemaking had not been 
out of depravity, lustfulness, it had been out of love, tender love and 
he could not bear the thought of anyone else touching her body.

He tried to free himself from the hands that held him fast to the wall, 
but with each renewed effort he was forced backwards until his head 
slammed soundly into the plaster, causing his ears to ring.

Price had unfastened the hooks of Christine's brassiere and was tugging 
at the straps in an effort to release the binding from her body. She 
could do nothing to stop him as he roughly pulled the thin silk straps 
so tight and furiously that they finally broke and her breasts stood 
out like two white cones, full and resilient. Price's hands covered 
them harshly, pinching the soft flesh of her bosom and tweaking her 
pink nipples into erectness so that they stood out provocatively, 
temptingly.

The other men in the group caught their breath and you could hear a 
huge gasp sound throughout the room.

"Aren't they beauties," he laughed. "Think of sucking on these mounds."

The men watched him jealously as he fondled her sensitive breasts, 
squeezing them into various shapes, leaving deep, red fingerprints 
wherever he touched.

She watched the men as they glared at her and finally her eyes had the 
courage to meet Jimmy's once again. He was standing there helplessly, 
watching the horrible degradation and humiliation of her body, the body 
that he loved and cherished so much.

Price's hands began to wander further down her body until he was 
holding her tightly around her slim waist, forcing her buttocks back 
into his pelvis. She could feel the bulge of his cock through the 
material of his pants and she knew that there was no way that he would 
be left unsatisfied, and that Jimmy and all of the other men would be 
there to watch her ultimate humiliation and shame as he planted his 
seed of lust deep inside her unwilling body.

The panting in the room began almost a roar and Jimmy, in spite of his 
revulsion could feel his penis begin to stiffen within the confines of 
his trousers. The sight of this beautiful girl, his girl, bare-breasted 
in front of him, would cause any man to desire her regardless of the 
circumstances.

Price could no longer control himself with just the feeling of her 
breasts and he let his hands slide down inside her silk panties until 
he could find the clasp of her garter belt. Deftly he unhooked the eyes 
that held the belt up and let it fall casually aside, giving his 
fingers more room to explore what was being concealed inside the soft 
covering of silk over her crotch. His fingers began to work swiftly at 
tugging the restricting panties down and letting the garter belt fall 
until she stood in front of him and the men completely naked except for 
her stockings which were hanging loosely around her knees.

The men that were holding Jimmy were finding it difficult to keep their 
grasp on him because of the burning within their own loins. Every man 
present was worked to fever pitch and wanted to take her, rape her, and 
impale her with their own lust-hardened cocks.

But Price was having the time of his life, running his hands over every 
curve on her body, twisting her breasts, pinching the sensitive nipples 
until they ached and then slowly running his hands down her body again 
until they rested web-like on the softness of her belly.

Christine tried to break away from his grip by throwing her body 
forward, but instead she fell forward onto the bed that was in the 
middle of the room and her stockings dropped to her ankles.

Without wasting a moment Price fell on top of her in order to prevent 
her from escaping and held her roughly to the mattress.

He commanded one of the men to pull off her stockings so that he would 
have better leverage and one of the thugs came forward and ripped the 
silk stockings from her legs. Now she lay there completely naked, 
vulnerable for all to see and for Price to do with as he pleased.

Jimmy was frozen to the wall, he knew that it was no use for him to 
struggle any longer. There was no way that he could protect her. He 
still didn't know that she had submitted to this kind of treatment many 
times in the weeks previous to his finding her.

She lay whimpering on the bed, trembling uncontrollably as she felt 
Price's hungry hands begin to explore the lower part of her body. He 
held her down until he could move one thigh over her body, pinning her 
helplessly and only then did his hands begin to roam into every secret 
crevice of her cringing form.

His fingers felt, pinched and prodded at every inch of her soft, white 
flesh until they finally came to rest on her pubic mound and tease 
obscenely at the soft blond hair. He pinched the full fleshy lips 
causing her to twitch and cry out in pain, but it was to no avail.

"Just wait, baby," he chuckled menacingly, "I ain't begun nothin' yet."

His fingers again fondled at the fleshy, red lips of her vagina and 
pulled at them gently at first and then slowly increased the pressure 
and pulled them wide apart. She could not help herself and in spite of 
her fear and shame at Jimmy watching she was beginning to feel tiny 
pangs of passion building up within her own loins, but she tried to 
fight it.

She thought to herself that she couldn't let herself get carried away 
by this pig of a man, especially while Jimmy was watching. It was too 
degrading and she clenched her eyes tightly shut and prayed for the 
strength to resist. She couldn't let it go any further. But, his 
maddening fingers prodded constantly at the opening of her vaginal 
passage, pushing gently, then roughly against the lips of her cunt and 
teasing the hard bud of her clitoris. She began to shake under his 
touch, the fire in her loins beginning to build almost to a fever 
pitch.

Oh God, no! she thought. I can't let this happen to me. I can't react 
to this animal. Please dear God don't let it happen ... don't let it 
happen!

His hands rubbed her private parts menacingly and he growled, "You're 
going to beg me for it, baby. Just you wait! You're going to beg me to 
put my cock inside you! We're gonna show this pip-squeak boyfriend what 
a hot little bitch you really are!"

She tried to cry out, No, you won't. I won't let you, but the words 
stuck in her throat as her body began to involuntarily grind beneath 
his hands.

His fingers were prying the lips of her already moistened pussy apart 
until he could see the open, wet orifice of her cunt and roughly 
slipped one finger in all the way up to the hilt. He wiggled it 
teasingly, scraping at the walls of the warm, wet channel and she moved 
against his hand as if she had no control. When he had tantalized her 
enough with just one finger, he pushed another into her opening, 
stretching her vaginal passage further and further apart. His two 
fingers worked rapidly inside her, pushing her and pulling her at their 
will, teasing her for something bigger to fill the suddenly burning 
channel between her legs.

She bucked her body back against his fingers as if she were begging for 
more. She was wet with passion and she almost forgot that she had an 
audience.

"That's it, baby! Beg your old daddy for it. Work into me!" Price 
whispered huskily, his eyes 
glistening in triumph across the room at the horrified boy.

Jimmy was now numb from watching the obscene spectacle and he could 
feel the bulge in his trousers involuntarily growing larger and larger.

"Look at the little boyfriend," Price spat at the men holding him to 
the wall. Then he jerked up Christine's head until her eyes were just 
even with the fly of Jimmy's pants.

"I think he wants some too," he laughed wickedly. "Too bad right now, 
you'll have to wait your turn fellow! I got first cracks at this hot 
little bitch." He had a cruel glint in his eyes and his face was 
contorted with passion as he spoke.

"You should feel this tight little pussy. It's so wet and smooth. It's 
going to be like hot butter when I shove my prick up in it." He hissed 
to the men as he cruelly taunted them both.

"She's going to have to beg me for it, and I want her boyfriend to hear 
her pleas for me to fuck her and make her cum. I'm sure he'll like 
hearing his sweet little girl screaming for a cock between her legs."

She could feel his fingering make her writhe and push against his hand. 
She wanted to be satisfied. She wanted a huge, hard prick to be buried 
into her, all up to her belly. She wanted to feel a man's hardened 
penis thrust into her until she could make them cum inside her hot cunt 
and make it cum inside her hot cunt and make it deflate like an old 
inner tube. That was her real satisfaction, making the hard, stiff 
massive rods of manhood deflate inside her weakly and helplessly until 
she could scream with delight.

She didn't know that she was developing a masochistic streak in her, 
but she had been handled, pinched and fingered by so many men in the 
past few weeks that her only pleasure came from making those massive, 
menacing pricks limp again. Of course, she herself would cum before she 
afforded them that pleasure of burying their sperm deep inside her 
channel.

Price's fingers were working feverishly inside her cunt, scraping the 
sensitive walls of her vagina roughly and making the juices of her sex 
flow until she was completely flooded with the warm, teasing liquid of 
desire.

He could feel the moisture from her vagina as it rolled down his 
fingers and into the palm of his hand.

She was ready, the little bitch, he thought, but I'm gonna make her 
wait before I afford her the pleasure of my cock inside her tight 
little pussy.

Her body bucked back against his and she gasped for breath. "God damn 
it, FUCK ME! Put it in me, put it in me!" she cried out between her 
shortened breaths.

"No, you little, bitch. Not yet. You're gonna show us what stamina you 
have. When I get through with you, you won't want anyone else, but 
everyone else is going to have you ... including your precious 
boyfriend. And then, I can watch."

His other hand had found its way back to the fullness of her breasts 
and he was pinching the nipples with brute force until she was crying 
out in pain, while his other fingers continued their maddening 
manipulations inside her vagina. It didn't seem as if she could stand 
this teasing any longer and she could hear herself pleading with Price 
to fuck her and fuck her hard.

"Put it in me! Put it in me now," she begged. "I can't stand it any 
longer!"

Jimmy could not believe what he was hearing, but his own denied passion 
was building to a point that it didn't matter who the girl on the bed 
was--nothing mattered but the teasing ache in his loins.

Price glanced up once again and called to one of the girls in the other 
room.

"Nancy, come here," he commanded.

A second later, an older dark haired girl came into the room and walked 
to the bed.

"Yes sir," she answered. "Anything at all that I can do for you?" she 
laughed.

"Take care of that young man being held against the wall, while I fuck 
his precious little girlfriend silly here."

"It would be my pleasure," she answered.

She moved across the room to where Jimmy was being held and slowly and 
tantalizingly ran her hand over his hardened manhood beneath his 
trousers.

"Uuummmm, he's very large and very hard," she murmured. "This I will 
enjoy."

Christine lifted her head from the bed horrified while she watched the 
other girl begin to fondle Jimmy until he began to squirm against her 
touch. He was being driven out of his mind. He could feel the hands on 
his shoulders begin to loosen as she increased her ardent fondling of 
his penis. He could feel the warmth of her hands through his trousers 
and as much as he tried to fight it, he could feel his penis begin to 
throb and jerk with each further caress.

Slowly she let her fingers pull at the fly of his trousers and unzip 
the confining material. His cock jerked against the cotton of his 
shorts and ached to be freed. She let her fingers reach inside and 
gently pull out his pulsating phallus until it jerked upwards against 
his belt. She watched it fascinated for a moment as it bobbed up and 
down, completely in her power. Finally she loosened the belt of his 
pants and let them fall to the floor. She took his throbbing young cock 
in her hands and rubbed it sensuously, up and down, slowly pulling the 
foreskin back and forth as if it were soft, resilient rubber.

He could feel the pressure building in his loins as this strange girl 
played with his prick. At the same time he was watching with horrified 
fascination the gyrations that Christine was going through trying to 
get Price to finally screw her. The lewd combination was exciting him 
as he had never been excited before.

Finally the girl dropped to her knees and placed her mouth near his 
pulsating rod, blowing her hot breath over it temptingly. He tried to 
force his hips forward towards her mouth in a desperate effort to force 
her to take his tortured rod inside and suck it until the blood-filled 
head would explode. But, she was too clever for that, she knew how to 
prolong his agony and worked to that end.

Slowly she let her tongue run over the tender underside of his penis, 
breathing heavily, enveloping his manhood with her warm saliva. Her 
tongue slithered up and down his young, but immense cock, never quite 
taking it completely into her mouth. She was driving him out of his 
mind, and she knew it.

While she continued her tantalizing, Price was still working furiously 
on Christine. He withdrew his fingers from her hot, wet vagina and 
began to run his mouth over every part of her body, pausing briefly for 
a moment on her belly before he let his lips wander down further 
towards her now hungrily throbbing pussy.

His tongue licked her soft, pliant flesh, pushing little indents into 
it with each stab of his tongue. She quivered under his caress and 
tried to force her hips up towards his mouth in a desperate effort to 
quell the raging fire between her widespread legs. Price chuckled 
softly at her efforts and taunted:

"I'll get to you when I feel like it. Meanwhile, you may as well relax 
and enjoy it, pussycat!" And he laughed out loud.

There was nothing that she could do to force his head and his wet, 
snaking mouth down between her loins. Her vagina ached with desire and 
she longed to be filled with manhood, at this point it didn't matter 
whose as long as she could feel it bury into her and make her cum as 
she had never cum before.

His tongue licked temptingly at the lips of her vaginal slit, but he 
did not venture any further than that for several minutes. He sucked 
furiously at the soft wet lips, and let his tongue tickle the hard bud 
of her clitoris until she was actually bucking and jerking 
uncontrollably on the bed.

"You want it, baby, you want it?" he teased between the wet lickings of 
his lips.

"Please ... Please ..." she begged. "I want it! I want you to fuck me! 
Someone fuck me!" she moaned.

One of the men who had been holding Jimmy volunteered, "I'll fuck her, 
boss. I'll fuck her good and proper. Can I fuck her?" he pleaded, for 
his own cock was throbbing nervously inside his pants.

Price lifted his head from her cunt for a moment and answered, "I'll 
let you know when you can get on her. Lay off, right now I'm having my 
fun. If you're so damn anxious, why don't you bugger the kid next to 
you," he said sneering at Jimmy, who was writhing desperately under the 
wildly sucking lips of the older girl.

Nancy was working her mouth up and down on the young boy's prick, 
pulling hard on the head as she withdrew her lips from around the 
fleshy, erect staff.

He felt himself going out of control and he knew that he could not hold 
back much longer or he would explode. His eyes were no longer fastened 
on Christine and Price, but solely on the oval-shaped mouth that was 
working so furiously down on his throbbing cock. He thrust his hips 
forward towards her open mouth, pushing his rod deep down into her 
throat until she almost choked.

"Hold it a minute, buddy," she sputtered. "I'm not the grand canyon, 
and you're not exactly under developed, you know."

The crudeness of her language only excited him more and he knew that 
his pulsing penis was about to burst. With one final effort he pushed 
deeply into her mouth and his hips began to jerk violently as he felt 
the flood of his sperm empty into the very depths of her throat and 
trickle wetly out the sides of her mouth.

"God, aaagggghhhhh, I'm cumming," he panted as his hips thrust forward 
in a final stab and he felt himself growing limp inside the grip of her 
lips.

She held his limp prick tight until his final spasmodic contraction and 
then at last let it fall limply out of her mouth as she fell 
exhaustedly to the floor.

"Nice work, Nance," Price called from the bed. "You do good work. In 
fact, you do your best work on your knees!" And he laughed again.

His mouth now was enveloping every fold of Christine's vagina, his 
tongue was stabbing deep into the channel of her cunt and she was 
begging for him to make her cum!

"I can't stand it anymore, have pity ... fill me, fill me with your 
prick," she gasped. Slowly Price began to move up her body until he 
could feel his own penis jerking and throbbing between her wide spread 
thighs, inviting him into the depths of her tight, contracting pussy.

He knew that she was desperate and that she wanted to be fucked more 
than anything else in the world right at this moment, but he derived 
some sadistic pleasure from making her beg for it, and he was not about 
to let her have her way just yet.

She could feel the weight of his body as it moved up on her and she 
thought that he would take her at last, but he had other ideas.

Jimmy was limp and the men that had been holding him let him fall 
slowly to the floor as they began to masturbate themselves in order to 
gain their own personal satisfaction.

Price looked up and saw that both Jimmy and Nancy were lying crossways 
on the carpet and he shouted, "Bring him over here. I'm not through 
with him yet either!" Quickly the men grabbed his shoulders again and 
dragged him to the bedside, throwing him carelessly over Christine's 
prostrate body.

"Pull him up so his cock hangs in her face," he commanded, and the men 
jumped to obey him.

Jimmy opened his eyes and let them wander over the body that he had 
thought was so virginal and pure when he first took her, but now he was 
beginning to understand why she had been so afraid and so hesitant 
about taking him home. He wondered just how she got mixed up with this 
kind of man, but his mind was too full of other things to really 
comprehend the whole situation.

He felt himself being dragged across the bed until his limp, satiated 
cock lay across the face of his desire-wracked girl.

Christine did not waste any time grabbing the deflated penis of her 
school-mate lover and began to suck noisily on his limp staff. Jimmy 
had just been completely satisfied and he was not an experienced enough 
lover to be able to react to her demanding mouthing immediately.

Price chuckled wickedly, "I'll fuck you when you can make him hard 
enough again to cum in your mouth!" And he continued his teasing 
caresses on every part of her body, driving her almost out of her mind.

Christine was mouthing Jimmy's prick like a wild woman. She wanted to 
be satisfied so badly, yet she wasn't sure whether or not Jimmy would 
be able to become erect again.

"Noooo," she whispered. "Please take me now, and I'll do anything that 
you want me to do!"

Price ignored her pleas as he watched her voraciously sucking Jimmy's 
limp prick in her mouth in an effort to make him hard again.

"See, dear, I'm more of a man than you'll ever know again, and don't 
you forget it!" He spat at her.

"Your boyfriend is a one shot deal, one fuck and he's out of the game. 
Me ... I can go all night!"

"Well, go on me now ... I'm so ready. I want you, I want your prick 
inside me!" she begged.

He just laughed as he pinched her breasts cruelly, sadistically, and 
she jerked helplessly from the pain.

Jimmy lay half way on his side, his pelvis lying flat against the top 
of her head and his penis lying weakly over her face as she sucked and 
held it with her mouth, afraid to let it go for fear that it might lose 
the slight rigidity that she had already started, while Price's hands, 
mouth and fingers teased every nerve in her body.

Finally, she began to feel new life return to Jimmy's penis and she 
sucked furiously at the stem and the head of the stiffening rod of 
flesh. Slowly he began to react to her mouthing and his hips wiggled in 
back of her, trying to push his hardening penis further into her mouth 
and throat. Price looked up at the spectacle and delighted in the 
complete subservience that he held over the people who were unlucky 
enough to have fallen into his grasp.

Christine was wriggling her body, demanding to be fulfilled in her 
vagina while she sucked on Jimmy's penis and finally Price let his hand 
wander down to her vaginal opening once more. He grabbed her clitoris 
roughly between his thumb and forefinger and pinched it with brute 
force and she cried out. He shoved two fingers deep into the well of 
her cunt and wiggled them furiously. She could no longer contain 
herself and Price knew it, but he didn't want her to cum like this, 
besides he was just about at the breaking point himself.

He moved his body fully on top of hers and let his throbbing penis work 
its way to the lips of her vaginal slit and with one quick hip-
thrusting stab, impaled her to the hilt.

"Aaaggghhhhhh," she moaned. "Yes, yes ... yes, do it to me, fuck me 
good. That's it!" He began to move his hips up and down and in and out 
of her wet, hot vagina, feeling the walls of her cunt contract and 
relax around his pulsing rod. It was such a sweet agony. He watched her 
as she mouthed her boyfriend and gasped out to the men standing near 
the bed, "Hold his head up so he can see me fucking the daylights out 
of his proud little bitch. God, she's a hot one!"

The men grabbed Jimmy's head and pushed it forward so that he had a 
full view of Price's fucking and thrusting into Christine. His prick 
was growing thick and hot inside her mouth and the sight of the cruel 
fucking down between her legs only built him to a greater 
uncontrollable desire. He felt his loins tense again and he knew that 
he was about to cum for the second time within minutes.

Price continued his savage, humiliating stabs deep into the vagina of 
the passion-filled girl and he delighted in the thought that he had 
completely humiliated her, depraved her and reduced her to a complete 
animal, and all, all in front of the person she loved the most.

His own loins were becoming hotter and hotter and it would not be long 
before he would spill his load into her wanting vagina. He heard her 
moan and felt her writhing wildly underneath him as she was about to go 
into the throes of her own orgasm.

"Uuuggghhhh, oooohhhhhh ... fuck me now deeper ... deeper ... I'm 
cumming," she gasped and her hips pushed up against his while her mouth 
searched once again for the penis she had let go just for the moment.

The sight of this lovely girl, lying there completely overcome in her 
own passion was too much for him to bear and he could feel the blood 
begin to boil in the end of his penis and surge up to the head of his 
prick. When he thrust this last time deep into her cervix, he felt 
himself explode in one gigantic orgasm, spilling all his hot, liquid 
sperm into the deepest part of her belly.

Finally, exhausted, he rolled off the top of her and rested alongside 
her perspiring body, completely satisfied.

He closed his eyes, but he could hear her young boyfriend gasping in 
the middle of his own orgasm and he knew that her other orifice was 
also being filled with hot, male fluid and he chuckled softly to 
himself:

Yes, this was a triumph, a real triumph of lust over love.



Chapter 8


It was several days before Jimmy went to see Christine again. He 
couldn't forget what had happened, how she had made love to Price and 
seemed to enjoy it, and how he himself had been humiliated by another 
one of the girls. He knew that he was involved in a tangled situation 
that would be extremely difficult, if not impossible to get out of, but 
he had to try and he had to try to get Christine out of it also.

Price called him again after a few days and told him that they had 
arranged for another job and he should be at the hideout the following 
night about eleven o'clock. Before he could answer, Price hung up the 
phone. He wasn't used to refusals and he knew what would happen to 
Christine if he refused to drive the car.

He decided that he had to see Christine that afternoon so he called the 
house and arranged to meet her in a bar a few blocks from where she 
lived.

It was difficult for their eyes to meet as they sat in the local tavern 
after their last experience.

Neither one of them wanted to say anything about it and it seemed to be 
mutually understood that the whole incident would go by unmentioned.

"Price called me for another job tomorrow night," he said, breaking the 
silence. "I don't want to go, but it looks as if I have no choice. I 
know that you were trapped into this whole mess without realizing what 
was happening, but maybe after this next job we will be able to get out 
of here. I'll have my pay for driving the car and we can leave. We may 
have to leave the country, but anything is better than staying here and 
living this kind of life for the next few years!"

"How marvelous it would be if only it could be true," Christine added, 
"but you know that Price will never let us get away with it. He's 
watching me day and night now, and I'm sure he has his spies following 
you also. It would be taking quite a chance."

"Don't worry, or at least try not to, I'll have everything arranged," 
he said.

She leaned over and kissed him tenderly. "I love you so much," she said 
and grabbed his hand tightly.

They walked together back to his hotel room and once they were safely 
inside his room, he locked the door.

"No one will bother us here, sweetheart," he said as he pulled her 
strongly to him.

"Oh darling," she whispered against his ear, "I wanted to make love to 
you all afternoon, but I was afraid that you wouldn't touch me after 
..." The rest of her sentence was lost against his lips as he kissed 
her warmly and desperately.

Within a few moments, he had unfastened the hooks of her dress and let 
it fall to the floor and his hands reached for the fastening of her 
brassiere. She was trembling in his arms and her hands were caressing 
the inner part of his thighs and the hardness of his penis as it jerked 
against the material of his trousers. Slowly she pulled at the fly 
until he could feel her cool fingers reach inside his pants and pull 
his erect and pulsing manhood out of its confines.

His hands worked quickly and smoothly unfastening articles of clothing 
and letting them fall where they would. Finally when she was completely 
naked except for her soft, silk panties, he pulled her passionately to 
the bed and began to kiss the taut, pink nipples of her breasts as she 
writhed and moaned under him. It was such delicious agony for him to 
touch her, caress her and feel her return his lovemaking with the same 
passionate ardor. She was tugging at the bottom of his slacks in an 
effort to pull them off so that she would have better access to his 
hardened manhood. He eased his hips up from the bed to make it easier 
for her to undress him. When she was finally able to pull the slacks 
from him, she let her hands wander inside the tight elastic of his 
shorts until she could feel the complete, massive erectness of his rod 
and she began to massage it up and down in a slow, steady rhythm. He 
could feel the tightness in his loins begin to build as she continued 
her relentless caress, and he ran his hands over her body as if trying 
to memorize every curve and line of her voluptuous figure. Her legs 
were stretched out and slightly apart so that he would have easy access 
to the intimate crevice of her loins. His fingers played casually with 
the hard bud of her clitoris, rubbing it faster and harder with each 
second. She moaned under his touch and raised her hips forward so that 
he could have even greater access to her moist, aching vagina.

"I can't stand it," she moaned. "You're driving me wild!"

She lifted her face from the bed and her tongue began to trace a 
pattern down his chest and belly, nibbling gently at the taut skin 
until her mouth closed down like a warm glove over his thick, pulsing 
organ.

His loins were aflame, consumed in a fire that swept through his entire 
body as she sucked constantly on his throbbing prick. Her tongue played 
with the reddened knob, teasing it as it jerked inside the cavern of 
her mouth and throat. He could feel his whole body begin to shake as 
her mouth and lips moved up and down on his hot, hard penis and he let 
his fingers sink deep into the well of her vagina.

He could feel her wiggling back against fingers and he moved them 
wildly inside her so that she was writhing and twisting in an 
uncontrolled fury.

"Oh darling," she gasped "fuck me now, please fuck me now, I can't 
stand it any longer."

She seemed to be almost insatiable as she pulled her mouth away from 
his stiff, jerking manhood and crushed his mouth with hers. She threw 
her body on top of his and began to straddle his huge, throbbing penis, 
but he would not take his fingers away from her hot, moist vagina.

"In a moment, darling," he whispered. "First, I want to be sure that 
you are really ready, because I am about to burst from wanting to fuck 
you."

"Oh yes, yes, yes.... God, I'm so ready, please take me, take me NOW," 
she almost screamed at him.

She reached down between his legs and grabbed his hard, erect cock and 
guided it towards her waiting, denied channel. He moved his hips closer 
to her and with one violent thrust, impaled his huge manhood deep into 
her belly. She gasped in pain at the sudden entry, but then began to 
rock against him, teasingly and persistently so that he could feel her 
pull away from him and then push her hips back in again as his penis 
slipped in and out of her tight, hot passage.

"Fuck me," she begged, "it's so good, darling, it's so good!"

He slammed his throbbing phallus deep into her waiting cunt, increasing 
the pressure and the force with each thrust. She could feel him 
completely filling her insides and she knew that she was about to cum.

"Aaaggghhhh," she moaned, "darling, I'm cumming, deeper, harder, I'm 
cumming now!"

Her persistent gasps and cries excited him to his breaking point and as 
he felt the walls of her vagina contracting tightly around his 
pistoning cock, he too, began to grind out his orgasm, filling her with 
his hot boiling sperm until it felt as though his very life itself were 
being sucked and drained from him.

"Oh God, darling, my whole belly feels filled like it's never been 
filled before." She crooned softly beneath him.

After they had caught their breath, they relaxed on the bed and began 
to plan just how they would escape from the grasp of Price and his men 
and their life of crime.

*  *  *

Christine walked back to the house and slowly climbed the stairs to her 
room, still thinking and worrying about Jimmy and what would happen the 
next night when the gang went to pull another job. She lay down on her 
bed and tried to sleep, but her mind was too occupied with the thought 
that something dreadful was going to happen and she couldn't put it out 
of her mind.

She was just beginning to doze slightly when she was startled by 
someone opening her door.

"So, you finally decided to come back!" It was Price who was directing 
her.

"I just went out to meet Jimmy for some drinks and we went for a walk," 
she lied.

"The hell you did! You seem to forget that I have eyes and ears all 
over this town and I know where you were!" he barked.

She cringed slightly back into the bed as his hand came up to slap her 
soundly across the face and deliver a second blow across her full, 
sensitive breasts.

"Now are you going to tell me what you two have in mind or do I have to 
beat it out of you?" he commanded.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she answered.

"Well, let me enlighten you, my dear," he said sarcastically. "I know 
that your boyfriend doesn't approve of our little operation and that he 
has something planned, like maybe getting out," he said coldly.

"Well, if he does, he didn't say anything to me about it," she lied.

"I happen to know that that's not true, a friend of mine heard you 
planning something this afternoon. Let me warn you, you had better tell 
him to forget it, because even if he should be successful in getting 
out of New York City, he won't get very far and you are not going 
anywhere, I'm going to make sure of that!" His tone was menacing and 
she knew that he was serious and not to be fooled with.

"If your friend decides to go through with his foolish plan, you can 
tell him that you are going to be taken back to our little retreat in 
Westport for the amusement of our more demanding clients. You remember 
the first time you were there, don't you, dear?"

The thought of all those horrible perverts abusing her again, doping 
her and using her in any fashion they so desired made her feel sick and 
she rolled over on the bed and buried her face in the pillow.

"As a matter of fact, I think that you should call him, because I am 
taking you there myself tonight for safe keeping. So get dressed!" he 
yelled at her.

She was trembling when she got up from the bed, but she knew that she 
would have to obey him or suffer the consequences.

"In the meantime," he added, "we are going to deal with your little 
boyfriend!"

"Ww-What, are you going to do," she stammered.

Her stomach had frozen and she felt nauseous, and put her hand to her 
mouth as if to prevent the ill feeling.

"Well, I haven't really decided yet, but," he added, with a vicious 
grin, "When we get to the docks tomorrow night, there may be a little 
accident and he may never come back, just like he wanted it!" He 
laughed cruelly as he saw the look of horror on her face.

She thought that her whole world was collapsing around her and she 
asked, "Suppose I talk to him, maybe I can persuade him to come around 
to your way of thinking, then will you let him alone. Please ... don't 
do anything to him. I don't care what you do with me, but don't hurt 
him!"

"Very touching, I'm sure," he snarled, "but no one, and I mean no one 
crosses me up, I'm too big a man in this town and don't you forget it!"

"At any rate, my dear, I wouldn't count on seeing your precious Jimmy 
again," he added.

"I won't see him anymore if that's the way you want it, but please 
don't kill him. If you do, I swear that somehow, some way, I'll get 
even with you. I'll have the cops down on you so fast it will make your 
head spin!" she bravely threatened, knowing full well it was hopeless.

He glared at her coldly and said, "You stupid bitch. Do you think that 
you can bargain with me? Nobody, but nobody bargains with me, I give 
the orders and I can do what I please!"

She tried to out-stare his cruel beady, eyes, but she was frightened 
and didn't know quite what she should do.

"Hurry up," he commanded her. "Don't just stand there like a dummy. Get 
dressed or do you want a good thrashing, and you know I can do it ... 
with pleasure."

Mechanically she obeyed him and followed him out of the room and down 
the stairs to the car that was waiting to take her to Connecticut.



Chapter 9


Jimmy had not heard a word from Christine the whole next day and she 
wasn't at the house when he went looking for her and no one seemed too 
anxious to volunteer any information, so he went back to his hotel room 
and waited for George to come by to pick him up for the evening's job.

The palms of his hands were damp when George finally called upstairs on 
the house phone for him to come down, that they were ready to go. He 
remembered Chris' apprehension the previous day and he wondered if 
maybe she had been right. He knew that she should have contacted him 
that afternoon and he was certain that something had happened to her.

When the car finally pulled into the hideout, he asked Price where 
Chris had gone.

"She is taking a little rest in the country. She decided that she 
needed a vacation in order to do some serious thinking, maybe about 
your relationship. You know that you have been occupying a lot of her 
time and she hasn't had much time to work ... for me! And, I don't like 
that," he growled at him.

Jimmy was still uncertain about what he was supposed to do when they 
got to the docks, nobody had briefed him like they had the last time 
and he didn't like it. He wondered if maybe Price had found out that he 
and Christine had planned to get away. Maybe that was why she was 
unavailable and he had a queasy feeling in his stomach. They wouldn't 
try to get rid of him, would they? A myriad of thoughts ran through his 
mind and he became more uneasy as each new and sordid idea raced 
through his worried mind. He followed the van in front of him just like 
the last time and pulled up behind it when they reached the dark 
warehouse.

"We're all going in this time," he shouted to him. "It's heavy work and 
we need every hand we can get!"

This was unusual because someone had to be there to get the car and the 
loot out of danger in case someone came. It didn't make any sense that 
they would leave the car and the van unattended.

He climbed out of the car, his knees were shaking, but he hoped that no 
one else could see his fear. He couldn't let his fears, which may be 
imagined, get the best of him. In any case, he decided to keep a very 
close watch on Price and not get left alone with him.

George was picking the lock on the warehouse and within a few minutes 
the heavy steel doors swung open.

"Quick, everyone inside," Price ordered.

As the gang moved through the door, he saw Price's hand move to his 
pocket and his heart felt like it was down in his stomach.

The men had just begun to move the crates out of the door into the van 
when all of a sudden the lights went on all over the warehouse and a 
voice shouted, "Okay, everyone stay right where they are. You're all 
under arrest!"

Price's hand came out of his pocket and there was a glint of steel and 
he heard a gasp coming from somewhere behind one of the lights. He 
jumped forward in an effort to see what had happened, but the night 
watchman that had surprised them was already lying dead on the cement 
floor of the warehouse, a knife sticking out of his chest.

It had all happened so quickly that Jimmy hardly realized what was 
going on, and as he looked around the group he could see that he was 
not the only one that was visibly shaken. The group began to break and 
hide behind various crates around the warehouse and waited there for 
several minutes. When no one else came to bother them Price ordered the 
men to continue their work.

Jimmy could not help but wonder whether that knife had been meant for 
him, and as he moved to help one of the men with a heavy crate, he 
asked, "Is he dead?"

"Never mind about that, it's too late now anyway. Let's just get this 
stuff loaded and get out of here," Price shouted.

The men loaded the van and the car and everyone hopped in to take off 
and go back to the hideout. When they reached the gate where they had 
come in, all of a sudden lights went on all over the place and Price 
yelled, "Narks! Christ, we're surrounded!" Jimmy floored the 
accelerator and headed straight for the gate while Price drew out a gun 
from another pocket and began to shoot.

"Run them over if you have to," he commanded. "Just get us out of here 
or we'll all burn!"

He hesitated for just a second and then raced the engine and the car 
shot through the gate, and he could feel a thud as he passed by and he 
knew that he had probably hit one of the policemen. The lights were 
blazing throughout the dock yard, but the car now sped down the dark 
street and turned down a narrow alleyway that Price directed him to.

"I'm sure I hit one of them," he stammered as he spoke to Price.

"Well, what did you expect, they wouldn't get out of the way. We 
couldn't exactly stop and ask them to move! Don't worry about it, kid, 
we're in deep enough without sweating something like that!"

He couldn't believe that Price could be so callused, and his hands were 
still shaking on the wheel. They were winding dangerously through the 
narrow streets when suddenly Price turned to him and put a gun at the 
side of his neck.

"What's this?" he asked shakily, because he was sure that he already 
knew what it meant.

"It's just a little reminder that we have Christine and if you ever say 
anything about our operation or try to leave town, she won't be treated 
exactly with kid gloves. You get what I mean," he barked.

It was all he could do to keep his hands on the wheel, they were 
shaking so badly, but he knew that if he didn't get them away from 
there he would be killed, or worse yet, they would torture or kill 
Chris.

The car tore down another alleyway and finally pulled up in front of 
the hideout and the men piled out and ran in.

"Put the car in the garage," he ordered Jimmy.

He was tempted to take the car and make a run for it, but he realized 
that it would be entirely too easy to trace him and then what would 
happen to him and to Chris. His thoughts drifted to Chris and he 
wondered what she was going through right now. He knew that she would 
be worried and he wished that he could call her and let her know that 
he had gotten back all right. At least up to this point, it looked as 
if everything was going to be all right.

Christine was being held in the house in Connecticut with one bruiser 
of a body guard. She had wanted to call the police and tell them about 
the raid on the dock, but her guard's eyes never left her for a second. 
She was wearing a rather tight fitting summer dress which did nothing 
to conceal her full, round bosom and shapely legs and buttocks.

She glared at the man who was guarding her and asked, "What is your 
name, anyway. I hate to keep saying, hey you?"

"Robert," the ox of a man replied and it was obvious that he was rather 
dull-minded, and she felt uneasy at the way he was staring at her.

"You Price's girl?" he asked in the thick guttural accent of the 
Eastside.

"No," she replied hesitantly.

"Then why does he want to keep you here all by yourself, anyway," he 
inquired.

"He wants me to earn money for him ... by sleeping with men," she 
answered. She couldn't force herself to say the word prostitute, it 
grated her.

Robert grinned his idiot grin and said, "Well, then maybe I can be the 
first one today! Let me see your legs, pull up your skirt!"

She could feel the blood rush to her head and she reluctantly lifted 
her skirt up a little way.

"Higher," he ordered and hesitantly she raised the hem of her skirt 
until it was even with the lace at the bottom of her silk panties.

He looked at her lustfully, imagining what was inside those silk 
briefs, and wondered what it would be like to run his hand over her 
full, soft breasts, over her smooth rounded buttocks and between her 
thighs until he could feel the opening of her vagina.

Christine dropped her skirt and turned away from him, but he walked 
over to her and turned her around. She noticed that his penis was 
beginning to bulge in his pants and she felt disgusted.

"You're not so bad," he told her, his breath coming heavily.

"Really," she answered rather sarcastically, but she could tell that 
she would not have a chance against his brute strength if he decided he 
wanted to play games with her, so she changed her tone.

"Sit on that chair," he commanded her. "And spread your legs, I wanna 
see your pussy."

Reluctantly she obeyed him and pulled her legs wide apart as she sat 
down on the over stuffed easy chair so that he could have a good view 
between her legs. She could see that he was getting very excited and 
the bulge in his pants was beginning to jerk against the tightness of 
the material.

Maybe, she thought desperately, if I can get him excited enough I'll be 
able to get out of here. I may be able to catch him at a disadvantage 
and make a run for it. The thought of this beastly man touching her 
made her skin crawl, but it didn't look as if she had any choice.

"Take off your panties," he told her, watching her every move as she 
stood up slowly and let her hands fumble hesitantly over the tight 
elastic of her silk briefs. She slowly pulled them away from her hips 
and let them fall down around her ankles, her body trembling with fear.

His breathing was almost a pant now and he pushed her back into the 
chair and grabbing her knees, he forced her thighs wide apart, 
completely exposing the vulnerable, pink vagina. He let his eyes feast 
for a moment on her tight, unwanting orifice. Then, when he could no 
longer stand the temptation, he let one finger slowly tickle the naked 
opening, working his finger round and round the soft hair-covered 
vaginal lips until she began to squirm from the pressure of his touch.

Slowly he stepped back and began to unbutton his pants and unzip the 
fly until he could easily pull out his giant, throbbing organ. He stood 
in front of her, with his penis jerking up and walked back and forth in 
front of her like he was on parade.

"It's nice, isn't it?" he asked her, although it was more of a 
statement.

She was trying to fight back her revulsion, but managed a weak, "Yes, 
yes, it's very nice!"

"It'll go into you nice like, and you'll love it." As he spoke he moved 
towards her, but she moved from the chair and went slowly to him. She 
couldn't let him take her on the chair and besides she had to be within 
reach of something to hit him with if she had the opportunity. But, she 
knew she had to play the part well.

She reached out and softly touched his penis and began to stroke it up 
and down. Her cool fingers felt good to him and he reached behind her 
and cupped the supple, rounded mounds of her buttocks in his hands and 
rocked her towards him. She was cringing under his sickening touch, but 
he was too involved in his own passion to notice that her other hand 
had reached out and grabbed a pewter ornament that was standing on one 
of the tables. In one terrible moment she brought it crashing down on 
his head and he fell back, wavering for just a moment, and then fell 
heavily to the floor.

She grabbed her pocketbook and raced out into the dimly lit street and 
searched for the nearest telephone booth.

Her fingers shaking she dialed the operator and said, "Get me the 
police, please. And hurry, this is an emergency."

After detailing the plan of the robbery to the police sergeant who 
answered, she walked up and down the streets of the neighborhood until 
a car finally pulled up and answered her wave. "Can we drive you 
somewhere?" She looked inside the car and saw that it was a young 
couple, and answered, "Yes, oh yes, please. Take me to the train 
station. It's awfully important!"

She spent the hour on the train to New York wondering whether or not 
the police had arrived in time and if they did, what had happened. She 
had no way of knowing that the raid was already over and the men were 
at the hideout. She was afraid what would happen when Robert came to 
and what he would tell Price about the events of their evening. She 
rationalized that she could always tell Price, if she ever saw him 
again, that he had tried to rape her and she was only trying to protect 
herself, because she didn't think that he would like it. She could 
appeal to his male ego and he was just enough of an egomaniac to 
believe her and be flattered. She was more concerned about what had 
happened to Jimmy. She wished that she were with him right now and he 
was holding her, telling her that everything would be all right.

Finally the train pulled into Grand Central Station and she made her 
way up the long steps to the 42nd Street Exit and hailed a cab and gave 
him the directions to Jimmy's hotel.

The night manager finally let her into his room after she slipped him a 
five dollar bribe and she lay back on the bed and tried to doze. She 
had bolted the door from the inside, but she knew that the hotel man 
would tell Jimmy that she was there when he arrived.

It seemed like hours but finally there was a knock on the door.

"Who is it," she asked.

"Jimmy," a muffled voice answered.

She jumped out of bed and ran to the door and opened it quickly. The 
man standing outside her door was not Jimmy! It was Price! She wanted 
to scream, but it froze in her throat. The man came in and closed the 
door behind him.

"You didn't expect to see me, did you?" She had never heard such a 
cruel, menacing tone in Price's voice before.

She just stood there glued to the spot, not knowing what to do. She 
couldn't scream, because she was sure that Price had taken very good 
care of the man at the desk and he would just ignore anything that 
would happen.

She felt a fist hit her in the stomach and she doubled up and fell to 
the floor. Price grabbed her up by the shoulders and threw her savagely 
onto the bed and began to slap her face until she was swollen and tears 
were streaming uncontrollably down her face.

"So, you little bitch," he screamed, "you thought you could get away 
with it. Well, I've got news for you, the only people that the police 
got was your boyfriend. We set him up beautifully and I don't think 
that he will ever get out of that jail. Don't think that he'll squeal 
either, we made sure he understood us before we made him the pigeon!"

She was trembling as she watched Price's face contorted with rage and 
he could hardly speak because of his anger. His knuckles were white as 
he clenched his fists and raised his arm to strike her again, but she 
put her arms in front of her face and warded off the powerful blow.

He dragged her up from the bed and pushed her out the door in front of 
him.

"I'm taking you back to the house and keep you under lock and key. You 
are going to be the evening's entertainment for the boys for a good 
long time. I'll break your proud bitchy spirit yet and have you 
groveling on the floor begging me to stop the indecencies and 
humiliations that you're going to experience. You're going to be bent 
like a human pretzel until you decide to stop playing around with me 
and start shaping up." He reached over and squeezed her breast cruelly, 
pinching the nipple until she cried out in pain. He just laughed and 
hit her soundly on the buttocks and then led her down the steps and 
into the street.

He escorted her to her room at the house and threw her on the bed, but 
this time she could feel her feet and hands being chained to the bed 
posts and a group of men were standing in one corner, leering down at 
her, each one naked and fully erect from the sight of the young spread-
eagled girl. She felt the crack of a light buggy whip as it sounded in 
the air and finally connected across the tender flesh of her breasts. 
Price left the room and the last thing he heard was a piercing scream 
break from her lips as the footsteps of the men walked towards the bed 
where she was shackled, each one with his own special perversion, each 
one she would know and have indelibly imprinted on her mind before the 
end of the night.

He walked down the steps, laughing sadistically and wondering how long 
it would take them to completely break her spirit. He delighted in this 
special kind of torture. He wanted to stay to watch some of the fun, 
but he had other things to prepare for her and he walked to the kitchen 
and got out a spoon, a long cord of rubber and began to mix a dose of 
heroin. Chuckling, he thought, if they don't break her, just wait 'til 
it's my turn. I'll have her in my power for life. No one ... no one can 
escape from the big "H."



Chapter 10


The policemen stood over Jimmy, a light was shining in his face and 
they were throwing questions at him so fast that he found it difficult 
to answer even one. His mind was not clear as to what had happened. He 
remembered being hit on the head and thrown behind the wheel of the 
getaway car and he knew that they were driving him somewhere and then 
they left him. The next thing he remembered was that he was being 
handcuffed and taken to the 17th precinct on the east side on 53rd 
Street. He didn't know that it was Christine who had tipped them off, 
nor did he realize that Price had anticipated this and had already 
arranged for him to be set up.

The police had checked for any previous record on him and found none. 
They did find out that he was just nineteen, had been a good student 
and that the whole thing didn't figure.

Finally, when they realized that he would not be able to answer their 
questions that night they led him to a cell and said, "Maybe you'll 
feel more like talking in the morning."

The sun was shining through the cell bars when he was awakened by a 
burly looking guard and led once more into the interrogation room. He 
was trying to fit all the pieces together so that he could answer the 
thousands of questions. Finally he decided that maybe they would let 
him make a statement and he wouldn't have to answer so many questions.

"Sir," he said to the lieutenant who was closest to him. "I'd like to 
tell you the whole story, at least what I know of the raid and who was 
involved. It is going to sound bizarre, but I swear it's true and I'd 
be willing to take a lie detector test, but first, promise me that you 
will check on my girlfriend, I know that she's in danger and she needs 
help badly!"

"What's her name, son," the policeman asked, his voice softening 
somewhat when he heard the sincerity in the young man's voice.

"Christine ... Christine Jackson and you can probably find her at this 
address and he gave them the address of Price's "house."

"Why, that's the girl who reported the raid to us. It was a little 
late, because we were already there and she hung up before we could get 
much more information from her. Sure, we'll check into it right now." 
He turned to a patrolman and told him to dispatch two squad cars to 
that address and pick up the girl if she were there.

Feeling a little better, Jimmy began the long involved story about how 
he had run into Christine after looking for her at the camp and how he 
had been introduced to Price through her. He wasn't sure how she had 
become involved, but he was sure that she, too, had been forced into 
this racket by someone who had taken advantage of her youth and 
naivete. The police listened intently while a steno took down every 
word he said.

"This is all very interesting, son," the policeman said, "but, you 
realize that, of course we will have to check out a few things. You've 
given us the names of the people who were involved. We've been after 
this Price for sometime, and if you'll testify, it may be our chance to 
get him. With your testimony and cooperation, maybe we can get you off 
with a light sentence, maybe even a suspended sentence, but you realize 
that when you do this, if you are released, we cannot offer you round 
the clock protection and I'm sure that there will be some pretty big 
men in the rackets wanting to see you out of the way."

"I understand," he answered falteringly. "All I want is to get out of 
this mess, even if it means that I have to go to jail, but I want to 
make sure that Christine is all right. She isn't strong enough to take 
this sort of thing."

"Can you tell us exactly how your girlfriend is involved with this. 
What does she have to do with the gang," they queried.

"I-I-I don't know," he said, and the police knew that he was lying, but 
he just couldn't tell them that she was the gang whore, that she was a 
prostitute. It was even hard for him to admit this to himself and he 
couldn't bear the thought of telling these strange men when they would 
be picking her up. He didn't want them to treat her like a common 
streetwalker. She wasn't like that, she was still his girl and he 
wanted to protect.

"Listen," the police added, "if you can tell us, we will be in a better 
position to help her and get her out, but if you won't go into detail, 
it will just make our job more difficult and we'll find out anyway."

Jimmy just shook his head dejectedly and so the one man who had been 
questioning him said, "Okay, boys, take him upstairs for a formal 
booking and printing and then return him to his cell."

They led him down the long corridor and it seemed like the longest walk 
he had ever taken. The walls of the jail were painted a sickening 
yellow and the doors and bars were a somber grey. Not a very cheery 
place, he thought. But then, I guess the people who are in here are 
used to a very ugly and somber world so it doesn't really matter.

*  *  *

Price had just gone up to Christine's room and was screaming at her.

"You called the cops, didn't you. You called them from the house!" his 
voice was hard and menacing as he stood above her with a syringe held 
gingerly in his hand.

"No, no, no, I didn't," she lied, screaming back at him while her eyes 
watched him jiggling the needle in his hand. "If you so much as come 
near me, I'll scream my head off."

"What did you do to get Robert out of the way," he demanded.

"He started to get fresh with me and I hit him with a pewter ornament. 
I couldn't stand that beast's filthy hands on me and I had to get out. 
You wouldn't have wanted him to hurt me, would you? He was like an 
animal and I had to protect myself. He isn't dead, is he?"

"No, thank Christ," Price snarled, "but he isn't going to take too 
kindly towards you in the future. You had better watch your step with 
him."

His hand was now at her throat and he spit at her, "Why did you call 
the cops, that wasn't very nice of you to do."

Her eyes were filled with fear and she was unable to answer.

"I didn't do it," she finally stammered. "Honest."

"Well, boys," he said, directing this command to the others in the 
room. "Hold her still, maybe after she gets a dose of this she'll 
change her mind." He lowered the needle to her arm and injected just 
enough heroin in her to make her delirious and she began to make 
babbling noises.

The group had just left the room when they heard the sirens of the 
police cars screaming down the street and screech to a halt in front of 
the house. A voice came out over a bull horn, "All right, everyone 
inside come out with your hands up, this is a raid!"

The men began to scatter throughout the house and took positions at all 
the windows and a rain of shells began to burst in the air as they 
started to fire at the cars outside.

Suddenly a loud crash sounded in the hallway of the house and the whole 
place was being filled with tear gas. After a few minutes, the police 
began to move in on the gang as they were coughing and trying to fight 
back the fumes.

Finally, they broke through the front door and in a matter of minutes 
the gang was being rounded up on the sidewalk, everyone but Price. The 
policemen ran through the many rooms of the house opening doors when a 
shot rang out and one of the policemen was shot in the leg. As he fell 
he fired a shot and he heard a loud thump as a body hit the floor.

He called out, "I've been hit, someone get me out of here." Two other 
police ran to his aid.

As they carried the wounded man to the car, they heard a muffled cry 
coming from the back of the house and one man ran back and threw up a 
door and ran up the stairs from where the voice came. When he opened 
the door he saw Christine lying helplessly on the bed, her eyes glazed 
from the drug and babbling something about "I didn't do it ... honest I 
didn't."

He picked her up in his arms and carried her out to an ambulance that 
was waiting. They rounded up the rest of the gang and piled them into 
the paddy wagon for the short trip downtown.

"Well," the lieutenant said, "it looks as if that young fellow was 
right after all. I owe that young man an apology. Make sure his 
girlfriend is taken good care of. We'll need her for a witness too. 
Okay, let's get rolling."

As the wagon sped through the streets of New York, Jimmy lay back in 
his cell and wondered if they had found Christine and if everything 
would be all right. He didn't have long to wait before a guard came to 
get him and take him to another conference room in the jail.

"Son," the policeman said, "this is a public defender. He has heard 
your statement and he wants to defend you and your girlfriend. Besides, 
he happens to be one of the best criminal lawyers in the State and we 
know him very well. I'm sure that he will be able to work something out 
for you two. You were a big help in breaking up one of the largest 
narcotic rings in the country and that will, weigh heavily with the 
jury." The guard walked out and left the two men alone to talk.

*  *  *

Several days later, Christine was released from the hospital and was 
allowed to see Jimmy. The police had to book her because she had been 
involved with the gang, but when she saw Jimmy standing there through 
the bars with the lawyer next to him, her eyes glistened through her 
tears and she said, "I know that everything will be all right. I just 
know it."

She looked closer to the fresh young schoolgirl that he had known 
several months before. The weight of the albatross had been lifted from 
around her neck and even though she was older and quite a bit wiser, 
she was still the same Christine. He reached through the bars and 
clasped her hand and whispered, "I love you and I'll always love you."

She walked down that same long yellow hallway that Jimmy had walked the 
day before for her booking, but she had a smile on her face even though 
the tears would not stop flowing and she looked at the guard and matron 
and said, "Thank God it's over! Thank God!" And she broke into 
uncontrollable sobs, a wiser and older girl than she had been a few 
short months ago.


The End
