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WARNING:
     This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
     The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex.  If you are not an
adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further.
     I am not the author.  I don't have the talent.
     I can only be ... "TheEditor".



 
                       The Tempted Tourist



                            Chapter 1

     Jill Duncan shifted restlessly in her reclining airline seat, the
blanket that the stewardess had given her in New York slipping in a
tangled heap down her long shapely legs.  For a moment she hovered between
sleeping and waking, then fell back into her dream.  The loud whirr of the
jet engines became the excited buzz of spectators in a crowded courtroom,
and she herself was sitting in the defense attorney's chair staring at the
prosecutor in front of her.  He was shouting, "True or false?  True or
false?  Tea or coffee?"  And when she didn't answer he began shaking her
arm, repeating, "Tea or coffee?"
     Jill groaned, not understanding his question, and then the courtroom
abruptly faded as she opened her eyes to stare around the jet in
confusion.  A well-dressed man seated beside her was gently shaking her
and speaking the words she'd heard in her dream, and a wide-awake and
smiling stewardess was standing in the aisle with two steaming silver pots
and a cart full of cups and saucers.
     "Coffee," she muttered, rubbing her eyes and pushing her tousled red
hair out of her face.  Groggily accepting the plastic tray containing a
cup of coffee, a glass of orange juice, and a sweet roll, Jill turned to
smile at the man beside her.
     "Gosh, I was really dead to the world.  Thanks for waking me up."
     "Well, I thought you might be hungry if you missed breakfast.  You
fell asleep before they served dinner last night."
     Jill gulped down the hot coffee and began to feel fully awake.  She
glanced at the man out of the corner of her eye, noting that he was
handsome with curly blond hair and blue eyes.  His English was perfect,
but a slight foreign accent prevented him from sounding like an American.
He must be Scandinavian, she decided, and maybe he'd be able to tell her
some interesting things about northern Europe.  This excited the young
redhead much more than his rugged good looks, for she prided herself on
being scholarly rather than silly and romantic.
     "Excuse me, but are you Scandinavian?" she asked him politely.
     "You can tell by my accent?" he said with a little laugh.  "I have
studied the English language for ten years in school, but still I have an
accent."
     Jill was afraid she had insulted him.  "Oh, no, you speak very good
English," she reassured him.  "I just wondered if you knew anything about
Denmark.  I'm going there to live for a year, you see."
     "Let me welcome you to our little land," he smiled.  I'm glad she's
not just another tourist, he was thinking to himself.  This girl's built
like a bomb, and I'd like to know her better ...  much better.  "Will you
be staying in Copenhagen?"
     "Yes, I'll be working with the university there," Jill replied.
     "I'm also from Copenhagen---I've lived there all my life.  By the
way, my name's Erik Mortensen."
     "I'm Jill Duncan," the curvaceous redhead said, dimpling and then
smiling.  "Please tell me about Copenhagen!"
     Erik stared at her intently, taking particular note of the way her
tailored blouse had become unbuttoned in her sleep to reveal two perfectly
shaped breasts, their full white mounds thrusting up proudly from the
tight-fitting white cotton brassiere.  "First I will teach you the most
important word in Danish," he smiled, raising his plastic cup of orange
juice toward her.
     "Skal!"
     "Skal?"  Diligent student that she was, Jill Duncan had bought Danish
records and a language book when she learned that she had received a
fellowship to study law in Copenhagen.  But that word hadn't been in the
lessons.
     "Yes, it means 'cheers', and you must hold up your glass, touch it to
mine, and look into my eyes," Erik instructed, staring deeply into the
young girl's green eyes as she repeated, "Skal!"
     "Attention please, ladies and gentlemen.  We are now beginning our
descent and in a few minutes we will be landing in Copenhagen.  Please
fasten your seatbelts and refrain from smoking as soon as the sign in
front of you is lighted up."
     Jill Duncan, surprised that the flight was already nearly over,
turned to stare out of the window on her right.  A few streaks of pink
sunrise lingered on the horizon, but the rest of the sky was clear and
blue and promised perfect early summer weather.  Far below, she saw the
deeper blue ocean with its whitecaps bobbing up and down like small
silver-white sailboats.
     "The flight seemed so short!" she exclaimed to the friendly young man
beside her, obediently fastening her seatbelt as she spoke.
     "No wonder!" he laughed.  "You've been sleeping like a baby ever
since we left New York."
     "Well, I didn't want to be dead on my feet when I got to Copenhagen,
so I took two sleeping pills," Jill explained.  "I want to be able to get
right to work."
     "To work?  I thought you were a student?" Mortensen asked.
     "I am, I'm researching criminal law, and I received a grant to study
crime in Denmark," the voluptuous redhead replied somewhat proudly.  "I
consider that work."
     "It sounds very interesting.  But wouldn't you be better off studying
crime in New York?  I just spent two weeks there on business, and it
seemed much more dangerous to me than peaceful Copenhagen."
     "That's just the point!" Jill exclaimed, her voice taking on the tone
of a university lecturer as she began to speak of her scholastic studies.
"I want to observe just how and why your society is so much less violent
than American society, and what effect Danish laws have had on the
criminal mentality in your country.  The recorded facts show, for example,
that when Denmark repealed the laws against pornography, your sexual
crimes decreased a statistically significant degree, and ..."  She broke
off in sudden confusion as she realized that her blouse was undone, and
that this handsome young Danish man was staring intently at the cleavage
of her shamelessly revealed breasts.  "Exexcuse me," the curvaceous
student stammered in embarrassment.  "I think I'll just run back to the
ladies' room and freshen up a bit."  Her cheeks flaming, she squeezed
awkwardly past him, more perturbed than ever as she felt his knees
intently pressing against her firm young thighs.
     Erik Mortensen smiled quietly to himself as he stared with unabashed
interest at her gently swaying buttocks which were undulating in
unconscious provocation beneath her short skirt as she hurried down the
aisle.  Like so many of the American girls he'd met during his frequent
trips to the United States, she seemed ashamed and fearful of her own
sexuality.  Well, she'd change her ideas soon enough in Denmark, he was
certain of that.  And he was also sure that he'd do his utmost to help
instigate that change!
     In the tiny toilet cubicle at the rear of the airliner, Jill stared
at herself in the mirror.  Her cheeks were still burning at the thought of
what Mr. Mortensen must think of her---he would certainly imagine that she
was one of those cheap girls who believed in displaying their bodies to
attract men.  Then she tossed her long auburn hair proudly.  Well, she
wasn't one of those girls, and she would continue to act serious and
polite to prove that fact to him.  Working slowly so that she'd have
plenty of time to regain her composure, the attractive twenty-two year old
carefully cleansed her smooth fair skin and applied a light touch of
lipstick to her full sensuous lips.  Sometimes Jill wished that she hadn't
been so generously endowed with good looks, for it only made things more
difficult for her.  Most men simply couldn't believe that a lovely young
girl like herself could be more interested in her scholastic career than
in their persistent attention.  They invariably tended to stare at her
long shapely legs, gently flaring buttocks, and proud high-set breasts
when she was trying to discuss something serious with them, and she'd
learned to steel herself against feeling flustered and confused by their
not-so-very-well-disguised interest in her body.  As far as Jill Duncan
was concerned, her classically molded face and voluptuous body were merely
handicaps to the intellectual development of her mind.
     By the time she returned to her seat, refusing to react to Erik's
tight-pressing knee as she squeezed past him, the red "No Smoking" sign
was flashing.  The excited young redhead peered eagerly out the window,
surprised to see how very different the Danish countryside looked from the
New England scenery she had grown up with.  Instead of neat rows of white
frame houses separated by white picket fences, that were so characteristic
of American countryside, the Danish houses were painted in bright shades
of gold and blue, and all the roofs seemed to be made of a red tile that
gleamed in the bright sunlight.
     "Oh, I'm so excited!" she exclaimed.
     "Me, too," he agreed.  "I'm always glad to come home.  Traveling is
all right, but I'm happiest here in Copenhagen."
     Now they were flying over low red brick apartment houses, and the
airplane was steadily falling lower and lower.
     "Where are you staying?" Erik asked.  "Some friends delivered my car
to the airport parking lot, and I'd be glad to give you a lift into town."
     "Oh, I don't have anything planned," Jill answered.  "I didn't want
to waste money on a hotel, so I thought I'd start to look for an apartment
of my own right away."
     "I'm afraid that's not going to be very easy," the blond man warned
her.  "It's almost impossible to find flats in the center of town,
especially if you don't know anyone.  And if you go to an agency for help,
you'll pay a lot more than you would have at a cheap hotel.  But it's too
late to think of that now, I guess.  All the hotels are full this time of
the year.  Why, you'll find kids sleeping in all the parks."
     "Oh no!" Jill exclaimed, a worried frown creasing her pretty face.
She had just enough money to rent a cheap apartment, to eat, and to buy
the necessary books and supplies for her studies.  If she had to hand over
a lot of money to an agency, she might have to give up eating until next
month's check arrived.  "Is it really that bad?" she asked in a sober
voice.
     "I'm afraid so.  It's hard enough to find a place to live even during
the winter, but in June the city's flooded with tourists."  Erik Mortensen
enjoyed watching the independent girl's self-composed mask crumble to
pieces and delighted in her new found vulnerability.  "But maybe I can do
something for you ..."
     "Oh, Mr. Mortensen, I wouldn't want you to go to any trouble," she
protested weakly.
     "No trouble at all!  I was just thinking of the building where I
lived when I was a student.  The landlady's an old friend of my family's,
and if there's anything available I'm sure she'd let you have it if I come
around with you.  It's nothing fancy, but it's only three hundred kroner a
month and ten minutes walk from the university."  He paused, then grinned,
"And please don't call me 'Mr. Mortensen'---it makes me feel like an old
man!"
     "Okay, Erik," Jill smiled thankfully.  "It sounds just perfect!  I'm
so grateful to you."
     There was a sudden slight bump as the plane landed, causing the young
girl's heart to leap in a joyous thrill of anticipation.  She was about to
set foot for the first time on European soil,  about to start a new life!
     In a daze of excitement she followed Erik out of the plane and down a
confusing maze of corridors to the baggage and customs area.  Though she
didn't like to admit it to herself, the usually self-reliant girl realized
that she would have felt lost without the handsome blond man there to lead
the way and carry her heavy book-laden suitcase.  As she listened to the
voices around her babbling in strange-sounding Danish, she knew that her
language records with their slow, well-pronounced phrases had been of very
little real use.  Jill turned in bewilderment to the helpful English-
speaking Dane waiting beside her in the quick-moving customs line.
     Just as they were approaching the custom booth, the line came to a
standstill.
     "A couple damn Arabs," Erik said, peering toward the head of the
line.  "Probably carrying dope."
     Jill watched curiously as, after a long conversation in Danish and
Turkish, two dark-complexioned men were led away by uniformed officials.
Though she had, of course, read about the drug problem, the attractive
student had never actually encountered anything except a little marijuana
smoking in her quiet New England college, and the thought of smuggling
narcotics all seemed fascinatingly wicked to the innocent young girl.
     "Anything to declare?" the man behind the booth asked Erik, startling
Jill out of her reverie.  The custom official's eyes focused with obvious
interest on her long slender legs, and she was annoyed to feel herself
blushing.
     "One bottle of whiskey and one carton of cigarettes," the well-built
blond man answered smoothly.
     Turning quickly to Jill, the official looked at the one-year student
visa stamped in her brand new passport and smiled.  "Have a good stay in
Denmark!" he said, waving them on.
     And then, after another tangle of corridors, they found themselves
standing in the warm sunshine, climbing into Erik's little car, and
driving down the highway toward Copenhagen.
     "Got away with three bottles of whiskey and four cartons of
cigarettes!" Erik boasted.  "But that's against the law!" Jill gasped.
     "Well, here in Denmark there's a 100% tax on alcohol and cigarettes,
so we don't quite take that law quite so seriously," he said.
     The auburn-haired law student supposed that she ought to be shocked;
after all, telling a lie to a custom's official was a crime.  But the
handsome Dane was grinning at her with such infectious glee that she had
to smile back.
     "Wow!  If I'd known that, I'd have bought some duty-free cigarettes
at Kennedy International.  I guess I'll have to give up smoking."
     "Take one of my cartons," he offered.  "And one of the bottles of
whiskey too."
     "Oh, I couldn't do that!"
     "Please.  I'm going to Munich in two weeks, so I'll be able to get
some more.  Besides, I owe you a favor That customs official might have
opened my bags if he hadn't been so busy staring at your legs."
     Although this was just the sort of remark that Jill resented, and in
spite of her reservations about accepting smuggled goods, she didn't quite
know how to refuse his offer.  He was being so very kind to her, and she
didn't want to seem rude.
     "Thank you," she murmured at last, thinking to herself as she spoke:
Just this once---this will be the first and last time I ever break a law.
     It seemed no time at all before they reached the center of Copenhagen
with its copper-spired townhall and crowded square.  A few blocks farther
on, past a little park with a small lake filled with ducks and swans, Erik
turned onto a winding cobblestone side street.
     "Here we are," he said.  "It's good to be back in Copenhagen after
New York's traffic.  Let's go meet Fru Larsen and see if she's got a Rat
for you."
     Fru Larsen, a plump, gray-haired woman with a cheerful smile, did
indeed have an empty apartment in the old five-story building.  "The
couple that lived there went on a holiday to the country last week," she
explained, "and just two days ago they wrote me a letter and said that
they had decided to stay there.  Isn't that lucky for you!"
     The three of theta made their way up a dark narrow flight of wooden
steps to the top floor where the landlady fitted a key into one of the
three doors in the hallway.  The flat was tiny and sparsely furnished, but
it was scrupulously clean.  Sunshine streamed in through the large windows
of the single room, making it seem cheerful in spite of the threadbare
carpet and shabby bedspread.  Beyond this room there was a miniature
kitchen and a tiny room containing the toilet.
     "A toilet, that's great!" Erik exclaimed.  "There weren't any toilets
when I lived here."
     "We put them in two years ago.  And I'm afraid the rent went up, too,
it's four hundred kroner a month now," the landlady apologized.
     "This is just perfect!" Jill said happily.  She was so grateful to
find a place to live without any trouble that another hundred kroner
didn't bother her at all.  -Quickly figuring in her head, she realized
that the rent was only about $75, which she could easily manage.  "Can I
move in right away?"
     "Of course, dear.  And if you have any questions about anything, just
ask me.  Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got some cakes in the oven."
     As the older woman's heavy footsteps echoed down the stairs, Erik
turned to the excited redhead.  "Well, do you like it?" he asked.
     "Oh, I love it!" Jill cried.  "I, I can't thank you enough, Mr. ...
uh ...  Erik."
     "My pleasure," he said, thinking that when he managed to get into her
hot little pussy he'd be amply repaid for all his efforts.  But not too
fast!  he cautioned himself.  I'll wait until she wants it, and that
shouldn't be very long if I'm clever about it.  His restlessly stirring
penis gave a little lurch, creating a noticeable bulge in his tight-
fitting trousers.  Somehow this voluptuous yet naive young American girl
whom he planned to seduce excited him much more than his many Danish girl
friends, all of whom were more than willing to go to bed with him whenever
he pleased.
     "Now how about seeing something of the town?  We can have lunch, and
then I'll show you one of those porno shops you mentioned."
     Jill only hesitated for an instant, then nodded.  "Okay, but just let
me get out of these clothes, I feel all dirty and rumpled.  I'll just be a
moment."
     Quickly tugging open the small suitcase which Erik had lugged up the
stairs for her, the attractive young redhead pulled out a clean skirt and
underwear and hurried into the kitchen.  She stood naked before the sink,
waiting for the water to run hot and listening to the foreign sounds of
three youngsters yelling to one another in Danish from the courtyard
below.  How strange everything was!  She didn't feel at all like her usual
self.  Just the very idea of visiting a pornography shop with a near-
stranger would have been unthinkable to hear back in New England---though,
of course, it was necessary now for her research, and she was grateful not
to have to go into a shop alone.
     Even stranger was the fact that she was allowing herself to undress
in an apartment with a man just beyond the door.  She'd never thought
she'd do that again, not after what had happened to her the last time, but
somehow she felt so differently here in Denmark that even this seemed all
right.
     That other time ...  that other time>.O the thought reverberated in
her mind and she felt herself drifting backward in time ...

                           *    *    *

     It had happened two months ago, at the little college in New England
that now seemed so far away that Jill wasn't quite sure it really existed.
She'd come home late from her gymnastics class, and had just finished her
shower when Jeff, her ex-boyfriend, arrived for their date to hear a
lecture being given by a visiting Supreme Court judge.
     Unthinkingly, she answered the door in her robe, and immediately
realized it was a bad mistake when Jeff grabbed at her with unaccustomed
ardor and kissed her on the lips.
     "Wow!" he whistled.  "You ought to answer the door like this more
often!"
     "I'll be ready in a moment," Jill replied coolly, attempting to pull
away from his strong embrace and escape to the bathroom.
     "Don't rush, baby, I like you fine just like this!" he leered.
"Jeff!  What's the matter with you tonight?"
     "What's the matter?  You're the matter, Jill.  You're so goddamn sexy
sometimes that it drives me insane not to be able to touch you!"
     "We've discussed this matter before, Jeff," she said sternly, still
trying to pull away from him.
     "Yeah, sure we have, but I still don't hear any satisfactory
answers," the frustrated young law student retorted.  "Are you going to
marry me or not?  If you are, then what are we waiting for?  Honestly,
Jill, I can't take this frustration much longer ..."
     "I've told you before that I don't want to think about marriage until
I have my degree," the scantily-clad redhead answered.  "I enjoy being
with you, but I don't want to get too serious."
     "But, damn it all, if you won't marry met then at least you could
really enjoy being with me You must be the only senior on this campus
who's still a fucking virgin!"
     "That's not true!  There are plenty of other girls around here who
believe that a woman should be pure for her husband.  And if sex is as
fantastic as you say, then surely it's worth waiting for."  She spoke more
vehemently than she'd meant to, trying to deny the unwanted thrills of
pleasure that shot through her body as her boy friend's hands massaged the
supple flesh close to her sensitive breasts.
     Jeff thought he could detect a slight relaxation of the redhead's
voluptuous body, and decided to soften his tactics.  "You know I don't
want to fight with you, honey.  I do understand how you feel, but I just
can't believe you're right.  It feels so good to touch your beautiful
body, how can it be wrong?"
     Jill shook her damp curls confusedly, not quite sure of herself and
tweaked teasingly at the tiny nipples.  "It's just wrong ..." she finally
muttered.
     "But there's nothing wrong with a little kiss, is there?" the excited
college man asked in a soft, convincing tone, pulling her down on the
narrow bed beside him without releasing his hold on her lushly ripened
breasts.  It I can just get her hot enough, he plotted, maybe she'll let
me go all the way.  She just has to, or I'm going to cum right in my
jeans.
     Jill felt his long moist tongue prodding insistently into her own
unresisting mouth.  Almost without knowing what she was doing, she found
her own meeting his, and stabbing lewdly into his warm mouth, sending
rampant thrills of intense desire coursing through her entire half-naked
body.  Even though she knew she ought to stop him now before he got too
excited, Jill just couldn't seem to make the effort.  Just another minute
more, she promised herself.  Then I'll stop him.
     But one minute became five, and before she knew what was happening
she was lying below Jeff's muscular body on the bed.  Somehow he'd managed
to undo the loose robe she had been wearing and was kissing her nakedly
quivering breasts, first one and then the other, his hard hot tongue
spiking her nipples to a tingling erection that sent electric surges of
sensation running from the tips of her bare toes to the top of her skull.
     "No, Jeff, no ...  we mustn't ...  we ...  "Mmmmmmmmmmhhhhh!"  The
innocent college girl's weak protests melted into a groan of ecstasy as
his strong teeth fastened on her left, biting first softly, then harder as
his hands continued to squeeze at the firm flesh of her ripe young
breasts.
     "God, Jill, your tits are so soft ...  so warm!  They feel so good!"
     The aroused redhead shook her head mutely, not wanting to admit even
to herself that his depraved sucking of her excitedly tingling breasts
felt good.  "No, Jeff, we ...  we have to stop!" she managed to say in an
unconvincing voice which the boy completely ignored.
     His hands were running down along her rib cage now, caressing the
flat silken flesh of her belly, and then---oh God no!  entwining
themselves in the forbidden "vee" of her pubic hair.  Jill knew she had to
do something fast, but when she tried to speak the words somehow changed
to a moan of helpless pleasure.
     "Ooooooooooh, ahhhhhh," she moaned in mindless bliss as his finger
stroked along the sensitive wet slit of her virginal little pussy and
rubbed in teasing circles around the quivering bud of her clitoris.  Oh
God!  She's done this same thing to herself dozens of times in the past,
but not once had it ever felt as good as this!
     For a moment Jill's mind cleared, and she gasped out, "No!  Stop!
Stop!", but it was no use.  His lewd titillating finger merely swirled
across the erect clitoris even more eagerly, then pushed through the
moistened lips of her pulsing vagina.  I can't let him do this, it's wrong
terribly wrong!  her mind cried in silent warning.  But her body, as
though following the commands of a brain of its own, began to twitch and
squirm in helpless abandon, and her long legs spread wider to give him
freer access to her wet, throbbing pussy.
     "Can't wait any longer, baby," Jeff groaned, jerking his finger
roughly from her heated vaginal flesh and hurriedly unzipping his jeans.
"Gotta fuck you now!"
     His sudden withdrawal from her hotly pulsating cunt and the obscene
words he uttered so shocked the young co-ed that she didn't realize he had
unfastened his fly until she felt the urgently pulsing cock-head pressed
against her naked thigh.  Then she shuddered, jolted at last from her
unwanted erotic arousal.
     "NO!  NO!  YOU CAN'T!" Jill cried out, as she stiffened her body and
tried to move away from him, clamping her thighs together in an
involuntary motion of protection.
     "Open your legs!" Jeff gasped, clawing cruelly at the tender flesh of
her inner thighs with talon-like fingers.  "Goddamn it, Jill, I can't
wait!  Open your legs!"
     "Nooooooooo!  Get away, get away from me!" the now-frightened girl
wailed in near-hysteria.  "NO!  Nooooooooooo!"  The voluptuous redhead's
tight-pressing thighs had trapped his invading penis between them, but her
fear-tensed muscles squeezing this blood-inflated cock-head only served to
enflame his already uncontrollable lust for her.
     Jill felt her boy friend's body buck and jerk above her own nakedly
cringing loins, felt his long hard penis ramming back and forth between
her tightly clamped thighs, heard obscenities spew from his mouth in
incoherent gasps.  Then, much to her horror, his wildly throbbing cock
began spurting out gushes of hot thick sperm all over her trembling
thighs.  Jill lay completely still, trying desperately to suppress the
strange sensation of regret that spread throughout her unsatisfied body.
Thank God I stopped him before something awful happened, she told herself,
and by the time Jeff raised himself off her body to glare at her in
undisguised anger, she'd succeeded in convincing herself that this was
what she really felt.
     "Goddamn it, Jill!" Jeff exclaimed, rising to his feet with his
rapidly deflating penis still held in one hand.  "What the hell did you
make me do that for?"
     "Why don't you go get a towel and clean up the mess you've made," she
replied in a cold voice.
     "You bitch!" he raged.  "You frigid cock-teasing bitch!"
     "If that's the way you feel about me, then maybe you'd better leave,"
she said, close to tears as she rose from the rumpled bed and drew her
robe tightly around her swollen and suddenly aching breasts.
     "You bet your life I'm leaving!  I'd rather be with a five-buck whore
than a cold slab of meat like you!"  He glared at her with what seemed to
be a burning hatred as he yanked up his jeans and started for the door.
     "And don't bother coming back!" Jill defiantly called after him,
Jeff's harsh words wounding her more deeply than she would ever admit.
     "That'll be a pleasure, baby!" he yelled over his shoulder as he
slammed the door behind him.
     Hot stinging tears sprang to Jill's green eyes as she listened to
Jeff's footsteps clattering down the stairs and heard his motor gunning
and tires squealing as he sped away.  Steeling herself against the tremors
of frustration that now were shaking and rippling through her body, she
took a second shower, downed some sleeping pills, and fell into a restless
sleep.
     She'd seen Jeff only once after that evening---at the International
Law exam.  Jill turned immediately away when she saw he was sitting next
to a petite blonde nicknamed "Hot Pants Susie".  Good riddance she told
herself, forcing back the unexplained hot tears that fell, one after
another, on her examination paper ...

                           *    *    *

     With a jolt of surprise, Jill realized that she'd been standing in
her new kitchen staring with unseeing eyes at the running tap for over a
minute.  Quickly picking up her washcloth, she began sponging her body
with vigorous strokes as if she were trying to scrub away the disturbing
memories.  All that's in the past, the twenty-two year old redhead told
herself firmly.  Now you're here in Denmark, starting a new life, and you
won't make the mistake of trusting a man and letting him get too close to
you again.  This thought reassured her, and by the time she'd pulled on
her white cotton brassiere, bikini panties, and her clean navy blue
checked mini-skirt and navy top, she was humming a little tune to herself.
     Erik, who had been peering through the bead-curtained doorway leading
from the kitchen to the main room with great curiosity while the
voluptuous naked American girl stood as if in a trance before the sink,
had prudently moved back from the doorway and was staring out the front
windows when Jill reappeared.
     "You look lovely," he said, smiling warmly at the pretty redhead.
But in his mind's eye he was seeing not her neatly clad body, but the
white-skinned, gracefully curving buttocks and firm youthful thighs that
he'd watched in the kitchen five minutes ago.  Goddamn, this girl was
really fantastic!  He thanked his lucky stars for having been fortunate
enough to sit next to something as nice as this on the SAS flight, rather
than the overweight businessman or talkative little old lady he usually
encountered on airplanes.
     "Come on, let's go.  I'm dying for a real Danish beer after two weeks
in New York.  Let's have lunch first, then go see that porno shop, all
right?"
     "Sounds wonderful," Jill agreed.  She was feeling in high spirits,
her unpleasant memories canceled out by the fact that Erik hadn't tried to
bother her while she was dressing in the kitchen.  European men must be
different, she thought thankfully.  Erik seemed to be a real man, not a
silly college boy like Jeff had been.
     They made their way down the steep stairway and out into the bright
sunshine.
     That's the library," Erik gestured toward a new, three-story building
across the street.  "They have lots of books in English too, Elation and
other things.  Come on, let's walk that way.  It's no use taking the car,
there'll be no place to park it."
     Jill looked around her in wide-eyed fascination as they strolled down
the cobblestone street lined on either side by small shops interspersed
with large buildings that Erik told her belonged to the university.  It
all seemed clean and peaceful, and she knew that she was going to like
living in Copenhagen.  They came to a small canal where several old women
were vending fresh fish, turned a corner and found themselves at a
restaurant.
     Inside it was dark and cozy with wooden tables crowded with people
and a delicious smell of cooking food.  Jill suddenly realized that she
was ravenously hungry and thirsty.
     "Two Elephants," Erik said to the waiter in Danish.
     "Elephants?" Jill laughed.  "Did you really ask for two elephants?"
     "That's a kind of beer," he explained with a smile.  "You'll like it,
I think."
     Jill did indeed like it.  She gulped it down quickly, and Erik
immediately ordered two more bottles with their meal, a giant plate of
Tartar Steak---which was only raw meat ground up and topped with onions,
capers, and a raw egg.
     "We say in Denmark that this raw meat makes you sexy," Erik said,
glancing hungrily at Jill's full upthrust breasts pressing enticingly
against the thin fabric of her cotton shirt.
     The auburn-haired girl was too dizzy from the two powerful beers to
be offended by his remark, as she normally would have been, and just
smiled absentmindedly.
     "Another beer before we go?" the attractive blond man suggested,
ordering them before she had time to object.
     By the time the couple left the restaurant, Jill was feeling more
relaxed than she had in months.  She was unused to alcohol, and the three
unexpectedly strong beers had made her half-drunk.  Now the prospect of
visiting a porn shop seemed pleasurable rather than an ordeal.  It would
be fun!
     The restaurant was only a couple blocks from something that Erik
called the "Walking Street", a mile-long pavement lined with shops where
no cars were allowed.  Thick crowds milled down the street, and many cafes
and restaurants had seats out on the sidewalk where people basked in the
sun, watching the parade of pedestrians Jill immediately spotted three
large signs reading, "Sexy Shop", "Porno World", and "Sex Land".  Born and
bred in rural New England, the young woman had never been exposed to
pornography in all her twenty-two years.  Somehow she'd imagined that
pornography shops like this were only found in dark slum-quarter streets,
and she was relieved to find that this store was right in the center of
town, flanked by an expensive jewelry shop on one side and a bakery on the
other.  Even more relieved by the fact that none of the passers-by seemed
to take any notice of the sex shop's customers, she followed Erik though
the doors of "Porno World".
     The store was crowded with customers speaking in a babble of
languages.  On the walls hung row after row of color magazines, and the
ceiling was hung with erotic posters.  Loud rock music issued from hidden
speakers, its insistent beat seeming to pound in the intoxicated young
redhead's bloodstream.
     "Gosh...  I don't know quite where to begin," she murmured to Erik.
     "Why don't you just look around?  I'll pick out some of the really
good stuff for you," he suggested, and she gratefully agreed.
     The rack beside her was crammed with magazines labeled.  Color
Climax, each with a different illustration on the glossy cover.  Although
no one seemed to be noticing her, Jill felt too embarrassed to actually
pick one up and look through it.  Still, even the covers were pretty wild.
One that particularly caught her eye showed a pair of lovely young girls
draped nakedly over a couple of large motorcycles with two muscular
leather-clad males approaching menacingly, their enormous cocks held in
their hands.  A lewd little thrill of arousal rose unbidden down between
her legs, and she quickly turned away to stare at the ceiling.  Just above
her head was a poster divided into twelve sections, each one representing
a different astrological sign illustrated by a sexual position.  Dazedly,
Jill picked out her own sign, Scorpio, and gazed in stunned disbelief at
the seemingly impossible contortion of the nakedly entwined couple.  God!
Did people really do things like that?  What would it feel like to be that
woman on the poster?
     The inexperienced redhead sensed an uncomfortable moisture spreading
into the vee of her tight white cotton panties.  She again fixed her eyes
on the rack of magazines.  This time her attention was caught by one where
a naked, sun-bronzed brunette was hungrily sucking a black man's gigantic
erect penis into her ovalled pink lips.
     It's perverted!  It's sick!  Jill told herself.  But in spite of
anything she could do, the prurient flames of illicit desire surged with
ever-increasing urgency through her belly.  This unwanted physical
reaction frightened her; she liked to think that she was in complete
control of herself at all times, but right now she felt strangely
vulnerable.
     "Hey, you should see the things they've got over at the counter,"
Erik was suddenly pulling on her arm, directing her attention toward the
glass-encased display case containing bizarre clothing, little whips, and
dildos.
     "Ohhhhhhh!" Jill gasped involuntarily, more shocked and aroused than
ever.  Somehow these lewd objects seemed even more obscene than any
picture, people actually bought these things and used them!  The very idea
took her breath away.  Her wide-open green eyes focused in fascination on
a pair of purple silk bikini panties with a slit in the crotchband, then
at an eight-inch dildo with a red light flashing on and off in the head.
God!  She simply couldn't believe it!  She had to get out of this place
before she fainted.
     "Can we leave now?" she asked Erik in a weak, shaky voice.
     "Already?"  He sounded disappointed, but led her out the door,
handing her a thick parcel which she guiltily stuffed into her purse.
     "It ...  it was just a little stuffy ...  too crowded ...  I got
dizzy," she tried to explain, not wanting to tell him of her indecent
arousal.
     "Let's walk in the fresh air, then you'll feel fine," he suggested.
The handsome Dane had a shrewd suspicion of just what was bothering the
young redhead, but he nonchalantly continued playing his role of the
polite Danish gentleman, occasionally interjecting a suggestive comment
and gleefully noting her awkward confusion.
     For the rest of the afternoon they explored the Walking Street and
the narrow streets surrounding it, stopping here and there for a drink.
     "How about dinner?" Erik finally suggested as the townhall bells
chimed six o'clock.  "We could visit one of the live sex shows afterward
...  you really should see one, just to know what they're all about for
your research."
     Jill hesitated, feeling the shameful shivers of excitement coursing
through her loins at his seemingly innocent suggestion.  She'd had a good
time with Erik Mortensen all afternoon, and had decided that she trusted
him.  What the naive twenty-two year old didn't trust was her own body's
strange reactions to the pornography she had already seen.  She was afraid
that a sex show would make her feel just like she had in the sex shop, and
that was something she simply couldn't face.  These confusing physical
sensations must be caused by fatigue, by "jetlagging", she decided.  Best
to go straight to bed.  Besides, she had two meetings in the morning, and
she wanted to be alert for them in order to make a good impression.
     "I'm sorry, but I think I better go on home and get some sleep," she
said to Erik, feeling guilty at his obvious disappointment.  He'd been
very nice to her, Jill thought, but after all her work was really the most
important thing.  "Maybe some other evening," she added.
     "Oh, come on," he insisted.  "You slept on the plane.  And it's still
early."
     If I can only get her to watch a live show, I'm sure she'll loosen
up, he was thinking.  Already, I can see her Victorian mask starting to
crack.  But Jill was not to be persuaded.  "No, I'm sorry," she said
firmly.  "I have important work to do in the morning."
     She suddenly sounded aloof and stubborn, and Erik decided not to
press the issue.  He'd wait a day or so, and then he'd try again.  And
again and again, if necessary, for this auburn-haired girl with her large,
proud breasts and firmly swaying ass-cheeks was well worth waiting for.
He knew instinctively that when he finally got to fuck that tight little
pussy of hers, all his efforts would be more than worthwhile.
     At the door to her apartment, Erik pulled the luscious redhead to him
and kissed her, his lean muscular loins pressing suggestively against her
slender body.  Taken by surprise, Jill responded eagerly.  Before she was
aware of what was happening, her hips were grinding up against the warm
bulge in his trousers as forbidden waves of erotic arousal surged through
her body once again.  Almost immediately, however, she came to her senses
and broke away from him with an embarrassed little laugh.
     "Good night, Erik," she said rather breathlessly.  "And ...  and
thank you so much for all you've done to help me today."
     "I'll be seeing you very soon," he said softly.  He stood there in
the stairwell, watching her firm, panty-clad buttocks undulating beneath
her short skirt as she mounted the stairs.  Yes, it had been a good day
...  and next time would b even better, of that he was sure.



                            Chapter 2

     It was after midnight when Jill awakened from sleep, troubled by
restless dreams.  She'd fallen into bed as soon as she got home, the
unaccustomed amount of alcohol she'd consumed during the afternoon sending
her to sleep immediately.  Now she glanced at the alarm clock which she'd
set beside the bed, shaking her head in disbelief.  How could it be so
late when it was still not really dark outside?  But the clock read 12:15,
and much to her annoyance she realized that she was wide awake.
     For twenty minutes or so she tossed and turned on the comfortable bed
trying to fall back to sleep, but although the mattress was firm and flat
and the coverlet soft as a cloud, she was plagued by disturbing thoughts
of her actions of the day before.  Although she tried her usual method of
letting her mind drift in a warm languid sea, she now found herself
staring wide-eyed at the dimly lit window, promising herself to sew some
curtains tomorrow.  Then the irrepressible guilty memories of her body's
unaccountable reaction in the porno shop and later when Erik had kissed
her returned to haunt her.
     "Damn!" she muttered at last, tossing off the feather-filled quilt
and making her way into the kitchen.  "If I can't sleep now, I'll be
useless at my interviews tomorrow."  Perhaps a drink would help ...  there
was that bottle of whiskey that Erik had given her.  Although the young
redhead rarely drank alcohol, she felt that she needed something to shut
off the throbbing thoughts that kept her from sleep.  If only she'd
thought to bring more sleeping pills with her on the plane.  But it was
too late for "ifs" now---a drink would have to suffice.
     She poured a generous amount of Johnny Walker Black Label into a
glass she found in the small kitchen cabinet, then added ice cubes from
the refrigerator.  Settling back in her bed, she sipped at the drink.  It
burned unpleasantly at first---this was the first time the young girl had
ever tried Scotch---but after a few minutes she felt the alcohol warming
her blood stream and relaxing her.  Suddenly she wanted a cigarette.
Rising again, she found her handbag and reached in for the half-opened
pack she'd left there, but the first thing her groping hand unearthed was
the parcel from the porno shop.
     Jill's hand shook slightly as she gingerly placed the forbidden
package on the chair beside the bed and dug out her cigarettes.  Staring
fixedly at the brown paper parcel, she lit a Marlboro and downed the rest
of the whiskey, then returned to the kitchen to refill the glass.  When
she returned to her bed, the package was still staring at her, and with
trembling hands she began to unwrap it.
     The top magazine happened to be the very one she'd noticed in the
porno shop that afternoon, the one with the naked girls lying across two
motorcycles.  For a moment the young redhead stared at the cover, not
daring to open it.  The blood was pounding in her temples and that
shameful heated ache was beginning to burn up between her naked thighs
once again.  Jill pressed her legs tightly together in an attempt to
stifle the unwanted sexual sensation, but her efforts only served to
further excite her already throbbing clitoris.
     I'm just being silly ...  it's all in my imagination, she insisted to
herself, unwilling to admit that her body seemed to be in control of her
brain.  I'm just looking at these pictures as part of my research,-that's
all.  And with this rationalization, she opened the glossy booklet to the
first picture.
     Two pretty mini-skirted girls were walking along a country lane, and
Jill was surprised to see how normal they looked.  They could have been
any ordinary girls---herself even---and this somehow made the picture more
exciting than if they had been stereotype whores.  The photography was
done so well that the fascinated redhead seemed to feel the hot sunshine
on her own body ...  to smell the fragrant summer flowers ...  to sense
the tall wild grass brushing against her bare legs.  Willing herself to
ignore the forbidden pulsation deep in her loins, the innocent female
student flipped over the page to stare in consternation at the following
picture.
     Two muscular leather-jacketed motorcyclists had driven up beside the
startled young girls and were leering at them with lewd insolence.  Jill
shivered, clamping her own ass-cheeks together as a delicious electrical
jolt of fearful anticipation coursed through her body.  She glanced at the
overleaf, then gave a little involuntary gasp as she saw that the burly
motorcyclists had forced the horrified girls to the ground beside the road
and were ripping off their clothes.  The blonde girl's full white breasts
were pressed down hard into the grass, and Jill's hand cupped one of her
own warmly pulsing breasts in unconscious identification as she seemed to
feel the scratching blades and twigs rubbing against her own sensitive
flesh.
     The excited redhead's breath came in quick little gasps as she
realized that these girls had actually lain naked beside the country road,
right out in the open where anyone could come along and see them!
     Taking a gulp of the whiskey, Jill quickly flipped the page over.
Her mouth gaped open as she gazed in curious fascination at the two
muscular males who had unzipped their trousers and stood, enormous cocks
in hand, menacing the nakedly cringing girls below them.  Every pulsing
vein on their huge shafts of male flesh was visible, and the inexperienced
young girl thought she had never seen anything so obscene in her life.
Their penises were so big ...  how could they possibly fit into a woman's
vagina ...  what would it feel like to a woman?
     Without realizing she was doing so, Jill continued to massage the
smooth resilient flesh of her left breast until the nipple rose in excited
erection.  The wet aching throb in her pussy grew more insistent, and the
flushed young girl involuntarily squirmed her firm round buttocks against
the bed sheet to relieve the pressure of the tight crotchband of her
panties against her moistly heated vagina.
     Almost eagerly, the unwillingly aroused young redhead turned to the
next page.  One of the burly males had forced his gigantic penis between
the subserviently kneeling brunette's lips, and she was sucking it so
deeply into her mouth that Jill wondered how she kept from gagging.  She'd
known, of course, that some people did things like this, but she'd
certainly never expected to see a photograph of it.  Waves of rippling
excitement began to quiver throughout her entire young body so strongly
now that she was unable to ignore them any longer.  Glancing down, she saw
her own hand wantonly kneading her swollen breast and instantly jerked it
away.  Oh God, she must be just as evil and perverted as the people in
these photographs!
     The glass beside her was empty, and she rose and went into the
kitchen to refill it, her firm-fleshed thighs rubbing teasingly against
each other as she walked.  God, this was absurd!  Her very own body was
betraying her, and she couldn't seem to stop it from happening.  What was
the matter with her?  For the first time in her life, the auburn-haired
student felt a strong need for alcohol to deaden the reality of what was
happening to her.
     As Jill settled down in the bed again, the crotchband of her panties
bunched up against her feverishly swollen pussy-lips.  That must be it,
she decided, thankful for a logical explanation for her shameless arousal.
The panties were just too tight.  She'd take them off and then everything
would be all right.
     Quickly slipping one hand beneath her lightweight pink nightgown, the
troubled redhead pulled off the lace-edged panties and tossed them onto
the floor.  In the process, her finger grazed against the wetly pulsating
slit of her pussy, and when she hurriedly withdrew it she could see that
the tip glistened with the lewd secretions of her excited vagina.
     I'll just put these obscene magazines away, she told herself firmly,
slapping the glossy pamphlet shut.  With unsteady hands she lifted the
refilled glass to her lips, took a deep swallow of the burning liquid,
then picked up the magazine again.  Well, I'll put it away as soon as I
finish this drink, she surrendered.
     The next picture was even more obscene than the previous ones had
been, and Jill realized with dismay that the removal of her panties hadn't
done the least bit of good.  In fact, now that her aroused young pussy was
naked beneath the flimsy short nightgown, the salacious sensations felt
even more vivid than before.  The breathless young woman ground her
inflamed vagina against the bed as she gaped at the second man in the
picture.  He knelt between the blonde girl's widespread legs, his head
buried in her thighs and his tongue curling like a thick red snake into
the forbidden recesses of her hair-lined cunt.  Jill's own pussy throbbed
in sympathetic reaction, and she had to forcefully restrain her hand from
slipping down toward her burning vaginal lips.  The confused redhead
swallowed some more of the soothing Scotch and was suddenly aware of the
effect the strong alcohol was having on her body.  Her head swam and for a
moment the photograph in front of her blurred to a rainbow haze.  Then her
eyes once again focused, and Jill found herself staring at the wanton
expression on the naked blonde girl's pretty face.  Her features were
contorted into a mask of depraved ecstasy, and it was obvious that she was
enjoying this perverted act of cunnilingus, that---in spite of the
photographer being present---she was receiving a pleasure more intense
than anything the inexperienced redhead had ever imagined possible.  His
tongue must feel so good, so hot and hard and obscenely alive as it
flicked in and out of this blonde woman's swollen pussy lips.  Suddenly
Jill realized that she wanted to feel this herself, needed to feel it more
than she'd ever needed anything else in all of her twenty-two years.  For
a second she thought of her ex-boyfriend back in America.  If he tried to
do this to her now she'd never be able to resist him.
     The curvaceous redhead's hand inched beneath her short nightgown, and
this time she did not try to stop it.  All thought of right and wrong
faded from her whiskey-befogged brain, and the aroused young girl knew
only that the urgent desire pulsating up between her thighs had to be
satisfied, that it had to be satisfied now.
     A little groan escaped her lips as her trembling fingers touched the
soft tendrils of hair on her naked pussy mound.  Her thighs jerking
slightly apart in forbidden excitement, she turned her attention back to
the photographs.
     In the next picture, the camera had returned to the brunette girl who
was sucking eagerly on the half-naked motorcyclist's long thick cock.  The
tendons of her slender white throat stood out starkly as she hungrily
strained to milk every drop of his spurting cum from the man's invading
penis, while from one corner of her ovalled mouth ran a lewd trickle of
thick white semen.
     "Oh no!" Jill gasped aloud, horrified yet nevertheless unable to take
her eyes off the obscene sight.  It was dirty, sick ...  yet as her hand
hovered hesitantly above her quivering vaginal lips she was unable to deny
the heated excitement rising deep in her virginal loins.  Her usually
incisive, logical mind seemed to have melted into a liquid pool of pure
physical sensation, and the normally calm and controlled young student
felt that she was being compelled by forces she could neither understand
nor resist.  What was happening to her anyway?  What was the matter with
her?  Why couldn't she put the perverted pamphlet aside, pick up a
textbook and read until she fell asleep?  Why was she allowing herself to
lie here fingering herself while she looked at these depraved pictures?
It was repulsive, humiliating---yet she could not stop herself from
turning to the next page with a forbidden flutter of anticipation.
     The men were completely naked now, their sweat-slickened muscular
bodies gleaming in the bright summer sunlight.  The one with the blonde
girl was kneeling between her widespread legs.  His huge pole of flesh was
sunk all the way into her hair-fringed pussy, and the camera clearly
showed her vaginal lips clinging tightly around his massive penis.  Since
the shot was taken from behind him, Jill could not see his face, but she
could see the expression of utter wanton bliss on the girl's features as
his heavy testicles slapped against her bare white buttocks.  Jill had
always thought that it would hurt terribly to have a man's penis inside
her vagina, that's what her mother had always claimed, but now she didn't
know what to believe.  The girl in the photograph obviously loved it, and
her grimace of ecstasy seemed far too intense to have been faked for the
camera.
     Through the open window drifted the sounds of a church bell chiming
one o'clock and the footsteps and drunken laughter of a group of revelers,
but the erotically stimulated young girl did not hear them.  All of her
energy was concentrated on running her hand along the moistening slit of
her cunt as she gazed in consternation at the last picture in the book.
It couldn't be true---it just couldn't!  The innocent young law student
had never dreamed of such a thing.  Yet there was the photograph, vivid as
life, and she knew that the powerfully-built motorcyclist was actually
shoving his long enormous cock into the dark-haired girl's rectum!  The
thick, angry-red shaft was sunk almost to the hilt, with only an inch or
so of wetly glistening white flesh visible, and the man's face was a mask
of animalistic brutality as he ground into her nakedly upraised ass-
cheeks.
     Oh Cod!  Jill's hand shook so violently that the obscene publication
slipped from her fingers and fell to the floor along with the brown paper
parcel.  Reluctantly withdrawing her caressing hand from between her
trembling thighs, she reached down to retrieve the magazines.  Much to her
surprise, her fingers closed around a slender oval object.  What in the
world was that?  she wondered as she curiously lifted it from beneath the
bed.
     The thing was about eight inches long and as thick as a fat cigar,
and was fashioned from pink plastic.  At once the aroused redhead
recognized what it was, but she continued to hold it between her two
trembling fingers, not wanting to believe her eyes.  Erik had put a
vibrator in the package of magazines!  Oh God, why had he done that?  Had
he actually thought that she would use the lewd imitation penis?  He'd
seemed so nice and polite, not at all the sort of sick pervert who would
do a thing like this.  Jill stared in fascinated repulsion at the pink
dildo quivering in her unsteady hand as her normally rational brain groped
in confusion for an explanation.  Could Erik possibly have thought that
this obscene object could help her with her research?  Perhaps Danes
didn't think of masturbation as an evil, forbidden act ...  or maybe this
was his idea of a joke.
     Worst of all, the despairing redhead realized that her body was
beginning to churn with heated temptation.  The fiery ball of lust that
her fingers had ignited deep in her belly had become a raging fire burning
out of control, and she knew that she wasn't going to be able to stop
herself now.  The salacious pictures and two tumblers of whiskey had
conspired to reduce her willpower to a mindless mass of tormenting
physical need.
     Her mind reeling dizzily, Jill Duncan began to caress the lewd cock-
shaped instrument with almost fearful fingertips.  It grew warm beneath
her hand, and her alcohol-clouded brain imagined that she was touching a
real penis just like those in the pictures.  Uttering a soft sigh of
defeat, she unbuttoned her short nightie and ran her green eyes slowly
over her white-skinned body.  The two full mounds of her breasts rose
proudly before her eyes, their rose-tipped nipples already tautly puckered
with arousal.  Below them, her smooth flat belly and naked pussy mound met
her gaze, the red tendrils of pubic hair gleaming like burnished gold in
the dimly lit room.
     For the first time in her life, the dedicated law student felt a
sense of pride in her voluptuous body.  Up until now, she'd felt faintly
uneasy about her lush well-rounded shape, and had tried to de-emphasize
her large breasts by wearing restricting brassieres and high necklines.
In her parent's home the human body with its functions and needs was
rarely mentioned, and even going down to breakfast in her nightgown would
have been unthinkable.  Jill could recall her mother warning her not to
wear patent leather shoes because they might reflect what was up under her
skirt.  She also remembered the time when a nudist colony was organized in
the countryside five miles away from the small New England town where her
parents lived---Mother had been one of the leaders of the community that
forced the nudists to leave.  Since she'd been away at college the young
redhead had come to scoff at a n umber of her parent's old-fashioned
Puritanical ideas, but many of their attitudes were nevertheless deeply
entrenched in her subconscious.
     Now, as Jill lay thousands of miles away from those seemingly ancient
memories, she reveled in the new found pride in her feminine curves.  Her
full white breasts and firm-fleshed thighs were every bit as lovely as
those of the girls in the lurid pictures in the porno magazine, and a
forbidden rush of excitement coursed through her trembling loins at the
titillating thought of a man's lustful eyes running over her sensual young
body, desiring her just as much as the men in the photographs desired
those women.
     With another little sigh, she lifted the pink dildo and trailed it
over the swollen mounds of her ripe full breasts, flicking it lightly over
the sensitive nipples until they once again quivered into a rigid
erectness.  Her naked buttocks began to move in a subtle squirming motion
against the sheet in response to the lewd sensations rippling from her
swollen breasts.  Squeezing her eyes tightly shut, the excited young girl
let the pornographic photographs run before her mind's eye.  It was easy
to imagine that this inanimate plastic object caressing her breasts was a
real male penis, and that she was lying on the grass about to be ravished
by some man's brutal relentless cock.
     Jill's breath came in long hoarse gasps as she allowed one hand to
slip downward over the satin smooth flesh of her firm belly while the
other hand continued to tease at her breasts with the dildo.  For a moment
her finger flicked at the sensitive little hole of her navel, sending a
throbbing tingle of desire directly to her vagina.  Her hand inched lower
until it felt the first soft strands of pubic hair curl through her
fingers.
     Opening her eyes, the passionately aroused young student stared with
lewd curiosity at the sight of her own hand nestled between her milk-white
thighs.  She spread her long slim legs wide apart and let her outstretched
middle finger slip down lower, stifling a gasp as her trembling fingertip
grazed the sensitive little bud of her clitoris hidden among the red-gold
strands of pussy hair just at the top of her vaginal slit.  The unexpected
intensity of the violent spasm that shot out from her clitoral bud to
every nerve end of her lust-tortured body shocked the inexperienced young
girl.  It was as though all the shameful sensations that had plagued her
during this strange day had been condensed into that one agonizing
electric jolt, and she began to understand all too well exactly what it
was that had caused the look of abandoned ecstasy she'd seen mirrored on
the girls' faces in the porno photographs.
     At this last thought, Jill came to her senses.  Jerking her hand away
from the trembling little bud of her clitoris, she stared in self-disgust
at the pink plastic instrument pressed obscenely against her breast.  Oh
Cod, she was evil, evil and sick!  She'd actually been planning to put
that horrible thing into her pussy.  She was lying there looking at dirty
pictures and masturbating like some disgusting pervert.  It was an image
that clashed with everything she believed in, and the dismayed young woman
didn't know how she was ever going to be able to live with this terrible
knowledge of her own corrupt depravity.
     Overcome with guilt, Jill pulled the lewd object away from her
quivering nipple and twisted it between her trembling fingers as she
strove to dispel the torturous tremors of lustful need coursing
relentlessly through her aroused loins.  Then she screamed out loud as the
imitation penis seemed to come alive in her hand---she had unwittingly
activated the batteries inside---and the vibrating plastic penis fell from
her grasp to land upon her smooth white belly.
     The sensation of the vibrating artificial penis against her naked
flesh was more than Jill could stand.  All thoughts of resisting her lewd
desires fled from her lust-fevered mind as her hand clutched the plastic
object and began to move it in slow circles across her belly, up to her
swollen breasts and then down to the hair-fringed opening of her vagina.
Her buttocks jerked spontaneously as the artificial cock-head parted the
sparse red-gold pubic curls to touch the tiny hidden bud of her clitoris.
A lewd gurgle of irrepressible delight bubbled from deep in her throat.
So this was what a man s penis felt like, God, it was wonderful!
     Kicking the sheet away from her long slender legs and spreading her
thighs as wide apart as possible, the aroused redhead tentatively slid the
warm penis-shaped vibrator along the quivering slit of her moisture-
drenched vagina and then back up to her eagerly pulsating clitoris.
Finally, moaning helplessly, she pushed the quivering instrument slowly up
inside her tight virginal pussy.
     At first it seemed that the powerfully throbbing shaft-like device
was too thick to fit into her never-before-penetrated pussy lips, but it
finally slid through her desire-lubricated cuntal mouth and about three
inches up into her tight-clasping vaginal channel.  It was the most
incredible sensation the young law student had ever felt in her life, an
intense mingling of pain from the newly stretched cuntal muscles and
relentless waves of indescribable pleasure that coursed endlessly over the
entire length of her voluptuous body.  If only she could get the
artificial cock all the way inside ...  but it wasn't possible to
penetrate past the restraining membrane of her hymen.  Nevertheless, it
still felt obscenely wonderful, and finally the curvaceous redhead
surrendered completely to her depraved desires and began to wantonly
writhe upon the bed, her smooth white buttocks undulating upward to meet
the penetrating strokes of the battery driven penis that was rhythmically
slipping in and out between her hungrily clasping pussy lips.
     Lewd little cries of licentious delight issued from Jill's throat as
she desperately pulled the pulsating mechanical penis out of her straining
pussy vagina and sawed back and forth along her hair-lined slit.  Then she
returned it to her tight little cunt!  Gritting her teeth and clenching
her eyes shut, she began to thrash her young virgin body even more wildly
on the rumpled bed.  In a sudden flash of obscene inspiration?  the
inexperienced girl moved her left hand down to the erect bud of her
clitoris.  It felt bigger now than it ever had in her entire life, and
Jill continued to rub at the swollen bud, while, at the same time, shoving
the vibrator madly in and out of her clasping pussy lips, intensifying the
heated waves of illicit pleasure that swept relentlessly through her
writhing loins.
     Jill Duncan's long auburn hair flailed across the pillow and over her
naked shoulders as the feverishly aroused young woman shuddered in the
throes of her self-induced passion.  Then, overcome with wicked curiosity,
she lifted her head to gaze in shocked fascination at the perverted sight
of the wetly glistening pink dildo thrusting in and out of her
ecstatically throbbing cunt and her own finger teasing the secret,
forbidden folds of moistened flesh surrounding her sensitive clitoral bud.
     Jill could hardly believe her animalistic response to this depraved
act of masturbation, and a perverse, masochistic excitement coursed
through her lustfully straining loins.  Somehow, she derived a warped
pleasure from the obscene spectacle of her self-debasement, a pleasure
that triggered the first distant inner rumbling of her impending orgasm.
She was wicked, completely perverted ...  but she didn't care!  All she
cared about now was obtaining more and more of these debased sensations
until her body finally found release from years of pent-up sexual tension.
     Then all thoughts faded from her lust and alcohol-confused mind as
she began to strain in earnest for the orgasm she could feel approaching.
Collapsing back onto the pillow with an anguished groan, she lost all
conception of reality.  The pulsating thickness of the penis-shaped dildo
sliding in and out of her lewdly stretched pussy was no longer a plastic
vibrator, but a huge rod of swollen male flesh.  Her confused brain seemed
to hear an incessant stream of obscenities issuing from a man's whispering
mouth, seemed to feel his heavy loins pressing rhythmically against her
own furiously thrashing young body.
     "Fuck me, fuck me" she whispered, the sound of the never-before-
uttered word increasing the violent passion surging uncontrollably through
her wildly straining body.  "Fuck me hard!"
     Jill jabbed the artificial cock deeper into her virginal vagina and
immediately felt lines of searing pain shoot through her entire undulating
body, but this only served to intensify her abandoned arousal.  "Do it to
me!  Make me cummmmm!" she moaned to the imaginary man above her.  And
then even his image was erased from her mind by the overwhelming wave of
ecstasy that shuddered through her wantonly churning loins.
     Clamping her thighs tightly against the slippery vibrator as she
continued to slide it in and out of her wildly dilating cunt, the
desperate woman rotated her finger in frantic little circles around the
throbbing bud of her clitoris.  It was really going to happen!  She was
going to cum!  Involuntary contractions wracked her perspiration-drenched
body as Jill fought for the release that the salacious sensations rising
from deep within her belly so lewdly promised.  Her grinding young
buttocks jerked spasmodically up to meet the plunging plastic penis, and,
with each circling pressure of her finger upon her throbbing little
clitoris, the waves of frantic passion grew more and more intense.  Now,
now, now!  It had to come soon, soon, or she would go insane!
     Waves of pure blissful delight welled up from deep within her
straining loins and swept over her naked body, finally breaking in a total
flood of sweet licentious ecstasy that caused her voluptuous body to
shiver helplessly as the shattering orgasm flowed from the tips of her
curling toes to her passion-maddened brain.  For a long minute, Jill saw
nothing but blackness and a sound like the whirling winds of a hurricane
deafened any thoughts.  The young girl collapsed across the bed, then
blindly reached down and pulled the battery-powered penis from her still
helplessly spasming vaginal lips.  A deep groan of satisfaction rose in
her throat as she drifted into exhausted unconsciousness.
     When her mind finally cleared, Jill opened her eyes to stare in dazed
confusion at the pink plastic object in her hand and at her lewdly
sprawled naked body.  The realization of what she had done hit her like a
dash of ice water, and she flung the offensive dildo on the floor as if it
were some monstrous poisonous insect.  Oh God, how had she allowed herself
to do this terrible thing?  But her sated body felt so deeply relaxed that
Jill could not bring herself to think for very long about the guilt and
shame that she knew she would have to face in the morning, so she merely
wrapped herself in the crumpled bedclothes and let reality ebb from her.
     One last thought came to the trembling young girl as she drifted off:
No matter how excited, how aroused, she had been, she had still maintained
enough will power to keep from ramming the full length of the dildo into
her hotly hungering cunt.  Her hymen was intact!  She was still a virgin!
     And never, never again would she yield to such lewd temptation.  She
would remain a virgin until she married, and that was a vow the American
girl was determined to keep.



                            Chapter 3

     At five o'clock the next afternoon, Jill Duncan was striding toward
home down a tree-lined path in the Kongens Have, a large public park
beside Rosenborg Castle.  In spite of the heavy pile of parcels she
carried, there was a determined set to her shoulders and a self-
congratulatory smile upon her pretty face.  The large park wasn't really
the most direct route back to her apartment, but the strong-willed young
law student had resolved to exhaust herself both mentally and physically
so that there'd be no chance of a recurrence of last night's shameful
events.  So far today, she'd been one hundred percent successful---not a
single lewd tingling sensation had plagued her lush young body.
     "Idle hands are the tools of the Devil," Mrs. Duncan had often
admonished her only child, and the twenty-two year old girl had never
forgotten her mother's advice.  She'd thought of this proverb that very
morning, after she'd awakened to find that disgusting plastic vibrator and
a pile of vile pornographic magazines scattered across the floor beside
her bed.  For a moment, she'd been overcome with guilt and inertia,
tempted to crawl back under the covers and cry.  But then she realized
that the only way she could regain her self-respect was by forgetting her
despicable weakness from the night before and planning her day so that
there wasn't a moment free in which she might be troubled by the memories
of her depraved act.  The first thing the voluptuous redhead had done was
take the pink artificial penis and the offending photographs and lock them
into an empty suitcase, which she'd pushed to the far corner of the
cupboard.  (She would have liked to have thrown the whole mess into the
garbage pail but was afraid that someone might see them.) Then she'd
dressed in her most conservative outfit and had gone off to the university
to meet with two professors.
     The meetings had gone very well, she thought to herself now, as she
hurried through the park.  One of the professors had arranged for her to
visit various institutions---a prison, a criminal court, and a
rehabilitation farm for heroin addicts.  The other professor, a Mr.
Jorgensen, had stressed the importance of personal observation, urging her
to begin Danish language classes at once and reminding her to keep a
detached scientific attitude at all times.
     Detached scientific attitude ...  this seemed to Jill to be the most
useful bit of advice she'd received in a long time.  Last night she had
let her personal emotions overcome her, and she must guard against letting
such a thing happen again.
     After the meetings, she'd gone to the library to obtain a card and
check out several heavy volumes on sample law cases, historical
precedents, and modern reforms.  Then, still fired up with energetic good
intentions, she'd bought material to sew curtains so that the lights of
the city would provide her with no excuse for any future cases of
insomnia.
     Jill had purchased a lot of household goods as well, cleaning
products and food.  This was the first time the auburn-haired student had
had an opportunity to live in a flat of her own, and she was pleased by
the privacy and independence this afforded her.  The fact that it might be
lonely living all by herself occurred to her, but she swept the thought
from her mind.  All the more time to study, she reminded herself.
     Preoccupied with her own thoughts, Jill had been almost oblivious to
the beauty of the park and the other people out strolling or sunbathing in
the warm late-afternoon sun.  Suddenly, however, something caught her eye
and so shocked the naive young girl that she stopped dead in her tracks to
stare in disbelief.  Three young girls were lying on a sunny patch of
grass not more than three yards from the path, and they were naked!  Well,
not completely naked, for tiny bikini panties did partially cover their
full round buttocks ...  but nothing at all hid their youthful sun-bronzed
breasts.  It was absolutely incredible!  And perhaps the most amazing
thing of all was that none of the other people in the park seemed to
notice anything out of the ordinary about these girls, as though it were
perfectly acceptable to lie half-naked in a public place in full view of
men, women and children!
     Regaining her composure at last, Jill forced herself to walk on,
although she could not refrain from glancing back over her shoulder to
make certain that her eyes hadn't been playing tricks on her.  One of the
teenagers had stood up and was languidly stretching her arms up in the
air, her ripe young breasts, with their rose-tipped nipples, fully visible
to everyone in the park as she did so.  Good Cod!  the embarrassed
American thought.  She doesn't care who sees her like that!  Much to her
discomfort, she felt the first twinges of lewd titillation in her belly as
she speculated on how it would feel to stand among the trees with a little
breeze wafting over her own freely uplifted naked breasts.
     Detached scientific attitude!  Jill sternly reminded herself.  And,
with that comforting axiom ringing in her ears, she quickened her pace and
left the Kongens Have as fast as she could without once glancing to the
right or the left of the gravel path.
     By the time she reached the narrow cobblestone street and climbed the
five flights of steep stairs, the slender young graduate student's arms
were aching and her feet felt hot and swollen from the unaccustomed amount
of exercise.  She was grateful to be home, to be able to rest and relax.
But, strangely enough, after five minutes, the silence in the little flat
began to feel oppressive.  Jill had always before come home to a roommate
or her parents, to someone with whom she could talk about the day's events
and share a meal before settling down to her books.  Now, although she
refused to acknowledge it to herself, she felt lonely and almost homesick.
It was exciting being here in Denmark, of course, but it was also very
confusing, for the people here didn't seem to believe in the things that
she'd been taught all her life.  It would be easier if she had someone to
talk to.  Why hadn't she heard from Erik?
     For a few minutes the shapely redhead slumped on the one chair in the
tiny room, tears of self-pity brimming in her green eyes.  Then a
determined expression hardened her lovely face and she Jumped to her feet.
How could she possibly have heard from Erik when there was no telephone in
the flat?  And what did it matter anyway?  She had so many things to do
that she wouldn't have had time to be with him even if he did come by.
Quickly, she began unwrapping her purchases, putting things away and
making herself a cheese omelet and a fresh salad.  After she had eaten, it
was still only seven o'clock, so she washed the dishes and scrubbed all
the cupboards in the kitchen.  Then, as the church bells rang out eight
o'clock, she began to cut out the bright red patterned material she'd
bought to make curtains.
     There was no traffic on the side street beneath Jill's apartment, and
only the occasional sounds of pedestrians and the church bells broke the
silence.  The stillness seemed unnatural.  Tomorrow I'll buy a secondhand
radio, Jill promised herself as she began to sew the hem of the first
curtain.  Then a sudden loud banging on the door of the flat so startled
the nervous young girl that she spilled pins and needles all over the
floor as she leapt to her feet.
     It must be Erik!  she thought, surprising herself by the intensity of
her joyful relief.  She knew she shouldn't want to see him after the
terrible thing he'd done in giving her that obscene battery-powered
vibrator, but he probably hadn't thought anything of it.  In a country
where people could lie around half-naked in public, it was impossible to
know what was going on- in anyone's mind.  And d had been so very kind to
her, finding her this flat and all ...
     Jill pulled open the front door, a welcoming smile on her pretty
face.  But it wasn't Erik after all---it was a total stranger, a long-
haired, very thin young man dressed in purple velvet pants and an
exotically embroidered Moroccan shirt.  His face was handsome enough, but
there was a strange look in his brown eyes.
     "Hi," he said in English, but with a slight accent.  "I heard noises
in here and thought Pout and Helle had come back from the country.  Who
are you?"  His dark eyes ran insolently over her body, and Jill found
herself wishing that she'd changed into something other than these tight
jeans and shrunken T-shirt.
     "I-I'm Jill Duncan," she stammered.  "I just moved in yesterday.  I
think the people who lived here before are staying in the country."
     "Oh yeah?" he said, his gaze never leaving the straining mounds of
her breasts.  "Yeah, they said they might do that.  Well, I'm Dizzy, I
live down the hall.  Ya wanna come over and meet us?"
     Jill hesitated, not quite knowing how to reply.  There was something
about him that made her feel uneasy, and, even though she had had
absolutely no experience with drugs, she immediately suspected that he was
high on something.
     "We just got hold of some out-of-sight shit," he added persuasively.
     So, her guess had been right!  "Shit" was obviously some sort of
illegal narcotic.  The innocent law student's first impulse was to slam
the door in his face, but then she thought better of it.  Here, after all,
was the perfect opportunity to personally investigate the attitudes of an
alternative lifestyle.  What was it that Professor Jorgensen had said this
morning?  Something about the fact that drug crimes are preventable only
when the mass of humanity understands the underlying causes for their use-
--well, what better way to understand their use than through personal
observation?
     Jill forced a smile.  "Sure, Dizzy, I'd like to meet your friends."
     Dizzy's flat was the same shape and size as the redhead's own
apartment, but the similarity ended there.  There was a great clutter of
brightly colored objects covering every inch of the small room.  Posters
lined the walls and ceiling, some of the same ones that Jill had seen in
the sex shop.  Numerous record albums were scattered on the uncarpeted
floor, and the stereo was blaring out rock music at full volume.  A
strange mixture of odors filled the stuffy air, smoke, incense, and a
smell that the young law student couldn't quite identify.  Although it was
still light out on the street below, the windows were covered with exotic
Indian cloth so that it was completely dark inside, except for two
homemade candles burning on a low table.  Around the table, slumped on
foam rubber mattresses, lay three bodies.
     "Sit down, if you want," Dizzy said, gesturing vaguely toward one of
the mats and then turning to address one of the reclining bodies.  "Did ya
bring the stuff, Amed?"
     Jill gingerly lowered herself onto the low mattress, feeling more
uneasy than ever.  She knew that she must not let her own emotional
reactions interfere with her objective observation, but it was impossible
to ignore the odd aura of sinister enchantment that this room exuded.  The
bewildered young redhead had a sudden instinctive feeling that, if she
were to fall asleep in this place, she'd awake in some other world, where
the atmosphere imposed a kind of bizarre stupefication.
     "Do I not always bring the hashish when I say I do?"  Amed replied to
Dizzy's question in a heavily accented voice.  Jill thought that he was
probably not Danish, for his accent was different, and his swarthy, dark-
haired appearance was not at all Scandinavian.
     "Yeah, man, but you don't always bring it for the price you said you
would," Dizzy countered.  "It's still seven a gram?"
     Amed answered in some language Jill didn't understand, something
similar to Danish that she supposed must be German.  They haggled about
the price for several moments, and then Dizzy brought out a little postage
scale and weighed a large slab of dark brown colored stuff.  At last money
changed hands, and Dizzy began to grind up a little piece of the "shit,"
blend it with crushed tobacco from a mangled cigarette and stuff the
mixture into a little clay pipe.
     Jill squirmed nervously on the foam rubber mat, trying to think of a
graceful way to leave immediately.  She'd never smoked dope before, and
she didn't want to start smoking it now.  Yet she knew that no one in the
room would understand her conservative point of view.
     The two bodies on the other side of the low table slowly rose to a
sitting position as Dizzy lit the small pipe.  In the dim light the uneasy
American girl couldn't quite make out whether or not they were male or
female, as both had hair as long as her own.  Then one of the figures
stood up and started to move somewhat unsteadily in the direction of the
kitchen.  A sheer Indian-cotton robe immediately marked her as a girl with
a very thin body but well-rounded breasts.
     Dizzy handed the little clay pipe to Amed, who sucked the heavy smoke
deep into his lungs while Jill watched curiously.  She half-expected him
to immediately start babbling like an insane person, or perhaps keel over
in a dead faint, but all he actually did was stare at her in a way that
made her hastily shift her glance away.
     Amed passed the pipe to the man seated on the opposite mat, who
inhaled deeply and then stood up to hand the ceramic object to Jill.
     "No thanks, I don't smoke," she said somewhat defensively.
     "Why not?" the tall handsome youth asked, sounding just as amazed as
if she'd told him that she didn't breathe.
     "Because it's against the law, for one thing ..." Jill began.
     "Oh, you don't have to be paranoid here," he laughed.  "Smoking isn't
illegal - only selling."
     "Sure, Tommy's right, he oughta know, he did time in England," Dizzy
said, moving over to sit uncomfortably close to her on the mattress.
"Here, do it like this."
     Jill hesitated, not quite knowing what she ought to do.  If it really
was legal, then she ought to try it so that she would understand the
effects of this popular narcotic.  Besides, it seemed so much easier to
accept the pipe than to attempt to argue with these strange people.  She'd
just take in a little smoke, not enough to make her really high, but just
so that she could test the general effect.  Taking hold of the clay pipe
between stiff, awkward fingers, she inhaled the pungent smoke as Dizzy had
demonstrated.  It felt hot and rough on her throat, and immediately the
young redhead began to cough.
     "Come on, try it again.  Take it easy---inhale a little smoke and
hold it down as long as you can," the long-haired "hippie" advised.
     Jill tried it once more, and this time was able to control her
coughing.  Much to her relief, she felt no reaction at all from the
strange smelling smoke, and the blonde student decided that now that she'd
satisfied her scientific curiosity, she'd leave at the first possible
opportunity.
     The thin girl with the large breasts came in from the kitchen
carrying a pot of tea and an assortment of chipped cups.  As she moved
across the room, every detail of her slim adolescent body was outlined
through the gauzy robe she wore, and the young American student wondered
how she could act so unselfconscious when she was as good as naked in a
room full of people.
     "That's Lisa," Dizzy said to Jill.  "And that's Tommy, he's from
London.  And over there's Amed---he's from Algeria.  Lisa and me are from
Copenhagen."
     Jill stared at him, unable to think of any reply.  The pipe had made
the round of the table, and Dizzy was again handing it to her.  Well, why
not, the naive redhead thought, since it doesn't affect me anyway.  She
took a deep drag on the hashish-filled pipe, at the same time drawing a
few inches away from Dizzy.
     For several minutes there was no sound in the dim room except the
urgent rhythm of the stereo and the scratching of matches as the pipe was
re-lit.  Jill wondered if she ought to try to talk to someone, but she
really couldn't think of a thing to say.  It was very strange, yet, in a
way, the silence seemed peaceful and quite natural.  The room no longer
appeared shabby, either; as the garish colors softened and blended before
her eyes and the flickering candlelight cast mysterious shadows, the
atmosphere began to seem sensuous and exciting.  It reminded her more than
anything else of the illustrations in the Arabian Nights book she'd read
as a child.
     Yet, in spite of the soothing atmosphere, the shapely redhead found
it hard to really relax.  She squirmed her buttocks against the foam
mattress as unobtrusively as possible, searching in vain for a position
that would relieve the straining pressure of her tight jeans against her
sensitive pussy.  The more she twisted and turned, the more embarrassing
the throbbing sensation between her legs became.  Her whole vagina felt as
though it were pulsating in time to the strong beat of the rock album.
     "More tea?" asked Lisa, breaking the silence and interrupting Jill's
squirming motions.
     "Yes, thank you, it's very good," Jill answered.  It was difficult to
form the words, and her voice sounded as though she were standing in a
deep valley listening to the echo of her words bounce back from distant
mountains.  Oh God, she must be more deeply affected by the dope than
she'd ever intended.
     "I put some of the new shit in it," Lisa said.  Her large dark eyes
turned away from Jill to stare with drugged intensity at Tommy, who
slouched on the mattress opposite the confused American girl.  "Tommy
likes it that way---he says he get off eating it even more than on smoking
it."
     "Yeah, and you know what else I like, don't you, Lisa?" Tommy
drawled, eyeing his teenaged girl friend With lewd expectation.
     "No Tommy, what?" Lisa breathed, moving closer to the handsome youth
and running one hand through his long dark hair.
     "I like you to suck my cock," he answered, his loud vulgar words
bringing an involuntary gasp to Jill's lips.  Then he pulled Lisa's
transparent oriental garment from her slender shoulders to reveal her
large, ivory-skinned breasts.
     Lisa moaned softly as she raised herself to her knees and tugged the
robe down over her slim youthful hips and shapely legs.  Then, clad only
in a diminutive pair of red nylon bikini panties.  she began to unbuckle
her boy friend's wide leather belt and unzip his fly.
     Jill's green eyes bulged in her head as she observed the incredible
things the young Danish girl was doing.  For a few moments, the redheaded
student was unaware of the shameful feeling growing in her stimulated
pussy, unaware even of Dizzy inching nearer and nearer toward her on the
mattress.  God, it can't be true!  How can Lisa strip off her clothes in
front of other people like that?  Was she actually going to take his penis
in her mouth like the girl in the pornographic magazine?  The drug-dazed
young law student held her breath as she watched the dark-haired Danish
girl slip her small white hand into her boy friend's open fly to caress
his visibly throbbing penis which had sprung out from his retraining
shorts.  Once again, Jill became aware of the warm tingling pressure down
between her legs, and, although she tried her best to suppress it, the
sensations were steadily growing more and more intense.
     I've got to leave before they do something terrible, Jill told
herself.  These people are sick ...  and, if I stay here and watch, I'm as
sick as they are!  But, even as the words echoed through her drug-dazed
mind, the young auburn-haired girl realized with horror that the same
frozen inertia that had affected her last night was once more overpowering
her better instincts.  Some evil, perverted part of herself wanted to see
the salacious spectacle of Lisa sucking Tommy's lust-hardened cock, and
she found it impossible to tear her eyes away from the couple, much less
stand up to leave.
     Now the slender young Danish girl was slowly tugging her boy friend's
jeans down his long legs.  She tossed the garment onto the floor and then
bent down over his naked loins to once again caress the huge, obscenely
erect penis, which stood straight up from his hair-covered pubic mound.
     Jill stared in horrified wonder at the thick pole of flesh jutting
from the dark-haired young man's body.  In her drugged state, it seemed
even bigger than the penises she'd seen in the Color Climax magazine last
night, and she couldn't imagine how the slightly built Lisa could ever
expect to take that rigid rod of flesh into her tiny mouth.
     Lisa, too, was staring at Tommy's thickly distended penis, but her
expression was one of delighted anticipation.  She continued to caress his
huge pulsating hardness with her small white hand, low crooning sounds of
animal pleasure emerging from her throat as she felt it jerk and throb
beneath her coaxing fingers.  She loved to suck his penis, and she loved
it all the more when there were other people there to witness her
debasement and slave-like subjugation.  Even without turning her head, she
knew that three pairs of eyes were staring intently at her every wanton
move, and this knowledge sent a wave of masochistic excitement
reverberating through her almost-naked young loins and raised goose bumps
on her cream-white flesh.
     "Ahhhhh, Tommy groaned.  "Come on, Lisa, get down on me.  Suck me
good!"
     The teenage brunette shifted her slender body so that she was
kneeling between her boy friend's widespread legs, then dipped her head
down toward his long erect penis.  Her dark curling hair brushed
tantalizingly against his belly and upper thighs as her little pink tongue
darted out to lick the small pearl of moisture from the glans of his
stiffened penis, and to swirl in quick wet circles around the angry red
exposed cockhead.
     "Yeeeeaaaaahhhh," he groaned, leaning his head back against the
mattress as his whole body shivered in ecstatic expectation.  "Yeah, suck
my cock, you hot little bitch!"
     More aroused than ever by his lewd words, the young Scandinavian girl
began to lick over the entire length of his smooth, pungent tasting cock.
The distinctive male odor rising from his exposed loins filled her with
lewd abandoned delight, and she sank her pretty face even deeper between
his thighs to gently mouth the lust-bloated sac of his testicles.
     Just a few feet away, Jill sat as if hypnotized, her eyes riveted on
the obscene exhibition going on in front of her.  The young student was so
absorbed by the titillating spectacle of actually seeing a woman sucking a
man's cock that she was unaware of her compulsive squirming against the
sitting mat, and when Dizzy---who, in spite of the dope he'd smoked, was
shrewdly observing the voluptuous American girl beside him---handed her
another pipe filled with hashish, she mindlessly drew the thick smoke deep
into her lungs.
     I have to get out of here, have to leave now, a faint echo of her
earlier resolutions intoned within her mind, but the words had no meaning
and Jill paid no heed to the warning.  She felt as though she were
dreaming, no longer in control of her own actions.  Even if she got up and
tried to run away, the curvaceous redhead knew she'd just find herself
running in place and never getting away from the sight of Lisa's wet pink
tongue swirling over Tommy's huge rod of flesh.  Everything seemed vaguely
unreal, yet, simultaneously, more vivid than ever.  She felt as though she
were Lisa, as though Tommy's lewd glistening penis was pulsating hotly
against her own tongue.
     Dizzy shot a quick glance at the confused young woman beside him.
Cod, she's getting hot!  he thought.  He could see small beads of
perspiration forming on her pale forehead and noticed that her rounded
ass-cheeks were grinding more and more urgently down against the mattress.
Probably its the first time she's ever watched something like this, he
decided, a sly lecherous smile playing at the corners of his mouth.  He,
himself, was accustomed to Tommy and Lisa's total lack of inhibition, and,
in fact, he often joined in this sort of action himself.  But not today---
today he was going to fuck this delectable piece of American ass, fuck her
like she'd never been fucked before.  Even though she was still acting
uptight and shying away from him every time he inched closer, Dizzy was
sure that a few more pipes of the powerful hashish, combined with the
lascivious scene taking place on the opposite side of the low table would
soon get her interested in the kind of activity that Danes like him
specialized in.
     "Yeah, baby, fuck me with your hot little mouth!" Tommy gasped,
raising his head up to stare at the lewd sight of his girl friend's
nakedly swaying breasts and her lust-contorted young face.  Tommy knew
that Lisa loved performing sexually in front of other people, and he also
got an extra kick from being observed while sticking his rigid cock up
into her warm sucking mouth.  Shit, already his balls were aching so bad
he thought he was going to cum any second!  A blissful moan escaped from
Lisa's wetly ovalled lips as she sank her saliva-filled mouth down on the
young Englishman's swollen penis.  Hungrily, she sucked at the stiffened
length of his cock, drawing it in as deep as it would go till her whole
throat was stuffed with hard male flesh.  She ran her tongue teasingly
around the warm-bloated glans, delighting in the way she could make his
body jerk and moan beneath her.  With an eager twist of her slim youthful
hips, she moved so that her madly throbbing pussy could rub against his
tensed thigh.  God, how she loved to suck his warm-pulsing penis!
     As Jill watched Lisa's small hungry mouth close over the blood-
swollen length of Tommy's angry red penis, an involuntary gasp of
disbelief escaped from between her drug-numbed lips.  Everything was just
too obscene to be true, and, although she recognized with part of her
brain that it was really happening, another part of her mind simply
refused to accept the evidence of her eyes.  I'm just imagining this, she
half-convinced herself.  Its only because of the hashish and those books I
saw last night.  It s an hallucination---it has to be!
     Dizzy heard Jill's low gasp and decided that the time was ripe to
make a move.  Reaching toward her, he began to caress her T-shirt covered
shoulders with slow, massaging strokes.
     At the unexpected touch, Jill's overly-sensitive body jerked away,
the full realization of just what she was doing hitting her at last.  She
was watching two corrupt drug addicts perform a forbidden act of depraved
sex, and she was allowing her own body to be touched by a complete
stranger!  Another gasp---this time of horror - rose in her throat, and
she struggled to rise to her feet only to flop unsteadily back against the
mattress as her drugged young body refused to coordinate with the faint
commands of her brain.
     Dizzy, realizing he'd acted too fast hastily reached for the little
pipe and held it out to the wild-eyed redhead.
     "Here, baby, take another toke," he offered, lighting it for her and
watching with satisfaction as she unconsciously sucked in the mind-
distorting fumes.  He'd made this last pipe extra strong, and he was
positive that it wouldn't be long now before she'd be falling all over
him.  The handsome hippie felt his expectant cock throb eagerly against
his tight purple bell-bottoms as he imagined how her ripe young body would
look after he'd pulled off her clothes.  Maybe she'd even have red pussy
hair around her little pink cunt!
     The last inhalation of hashish so deadened Jill's mind that her
normally clear set of convictions melted into a confused medley of erotic
sensation.  Suddenly, Lisa and Tommy seemed to be acting out some age-old
ritual with motions as graceful and stylized as those of ballet dancers,
and their animalistic moans and the soft sounds of naked flesh slapping
against naked flesh seemed to be a sensuous background orchestration.
Relaxing at last, the drugged young woman let her body sink back so that
the edge of the foam mattress pressed directly against her heatedly
throbbing pussy once more.  Everything was taking place within a rainbow-
hued cloud, and everything was beautiful and natural.
     On the opposite mattress, Lisa continued to suck Tommy's hard
pulsating cock deep into her tightly stretched mouth.  The slender
teenager's lips were painfully strained, but she was glad for the subtle
drawn out agony which only served to heighten her obscene arousal.
Grinding her eagerly quivering vagina against her boy friend's tautly
muscled thigh, she began to tease his pulsating penis by nipping gently up
and down the entire length of his blood-engorged shaft.
     Goddamn ...  you hot little whore ...  you suck my cock sooo
gooooood," groaned Tommy, driven almost out of his mind by the shuddering
waves of pleasure that shot through his body as Lisa's sharp little teeth
sank into his aching throbbing penis.  "Like that!  Bite me!  Suck me
hhaaaaarrrrrrdddddd!"
     Obediently the excited Scandinavian girl pressed her red ovalled lips
as hard as she could against the huge ,rod of male flesh plunging up into
her mouth.  Her tongue felt the urgent pulsing of the swollen veins on the
underside of his excitedly thrusting penis, and she knew his orgasm was
only seconds away.  Almost frantically then, she undulated her hot little
cunt against his hairy leg as she strove to cum with him.
     Tommy was suddenly aware of the feel of Lisa's damp, hair-fringed
pussy scraping against the naked flesh of his thigh and the wanton
obscenity of her action aroused his passion to the fever-point.
Animalistic groans spewed from between his tight-clenched teeth as he
roughly grasped her soft dark hair and pushed her face still deeper
between his loins until he could feel her soft trembling lips pressing
against the very base of his excited cock.
     Lisa sucked furiously on the long thick penis fucking with fast
brutal strokes up into her straining mouth.  Hot flames of lust rose from
her moisture-drenched pussy, and, with each passing second, the heated
waves of depraved desire grew more and more intense.  Then with an inhuman
gurgle of blissful anguish, she grasped his sperm-bloated balls with one
hand and simultaneously stuck her middle finger up into his puckering
anus.
     "AAAAAAARRRRGGGG!"  The guttural cry rose from deep in Tommy's throat
as he felt the first spurt of hot thick cum shoot from his aching
testicles and begin its headlong rush along the length of his wildly
jerking cock.  An instant later, the lust-heated liquid gushed deep into
the Danish girl's madly sucking mouth?  and every muscle and nerve in his
orgasming young body exploded as wave after wave of the mind-shattering
climax swept over him.
     "Shiiiit ...  I'm cuummmiiinnnggg ...  CUUUMMMIIINGG!"  he groaned,
the drug-intensified climax seemed to go on forever.
     "Ooooohhhh!  Yes!  Yes!  Oooohhhhhh!" Lisa's frenzied wails echoed
her boy friend's, as uncontrollable searing sensations shot through her
violently quivering young body.  She continued to suck with mindless
passion at Tommy's huge jerking penis, trying to swallow every last drop
of his hot, acrid-tasting sperm.  Not until the last bittersweet waves of
sensation had abated in her trembling loins did the exhausted teenager let
the now-deflated penis slowly slip from her cum-smeared lips.  Then she
fell forward onto his sweat-slickened body, and the only sounds in the
smoke-filled room were the rasps of heavy breathing from the sated couple
and the three highly aroused spectators.
     The sudden silence brought Jill to her senses.  Her body was
trembling in sympathetic arousal, and she could hear her own breath coming
almost as fast as the obscenely entwined couple panting on the opposite
mattress.  The young redhead felt numb and lightheaded, and, even the
shock that the incredible salacious spectacle evoked in her was dimmed by
her drug-hazed disorientation.  With her eyes still glued to the lewd
sight of the naked, cum-streaked couple only a few feet away from her, she
struggled to clear her mind of the cobwebs of hashish.
     Then, as she gaped at Lisa and Tommy's still quivering flesh, the
bewildered American girl found that her hypnotic trance was lifting.
Suddenly, she was aware of where she was, of what she was doing.  The
horrifying reality struck her brain like a knife piercing through butter,
and her whole body recoiled in repulsion as she was forced to recognize
that, once again, she'd succumbed to her weak, base instincts.  Not only
had she watched the lewd, immoral spectacle, but she'd allowed her own
body to be stimulated by the forbidden sight.  She was sick, sinful ...
she must get out of this room right now and try to regain her sanity.
     The tormented young woman forced herself to her feet.  Struggling to
focus her eyes on the door, which seemed to be at least ten miles away---
she impelled her reluctant limbs forward.  I have to get away from this
corruption, get back to my normal self, she told herself.  But, even as
she attempted to rise, Jill felt her knees buckle weakly beneath her.
Half sobbing with despair, the voluptuous young student felt her body
slouch back down against Dizzy's strongly muscled loins.
     "Nooooooo," she moaned weakly, as he ran his hands over her benumbed
body.
     And then, before she could connect her thoughts enough to protest, he
was leading her out of the room?  down the corridor, and into her own
apartment.  Too dazed to be fully aware of what she was doing, she let the
lasciviously grinning hippie place her limp body on her own bed and then
pull off her tight-fitting jeans and T-shirt.  At last she blanked out
completely.  There was a buzzing hum in her ears and a black cloud
blocking her vision---and then she fell into merciful unconsciousness.



                            Chapter 4

     A few minutes later, the chiming of church bells outside in the warm
summer night and a crash of glass followed by a curse from the kitchen
echoed in Jill's befogged brain as she struggled to regain some semblance
of consciousness.  The drugged young graduate student moaned softly, not
quite able to comprehend where she was.  Part of her mind told her that
she was in her parent's white frame New England home, lying on the narrow
patchwork-quilt-covered bed in her own bedroom, but another section of her
brain warned that this couldn't be true.  If she were safe at home, she
wouldn't be hearing those strange sounds, and her head wouldn't feel so
thick and fuzzy.
     The confused young redhead forced her heavy eyelids open and stared
in astonishment at her own naked body, which was sprawled in lewd abandon
upon the bed.  Next she focused her eyes on an exotically-clad young man
who was standing just outside the kitchen doorway pouring a glass of
whiskey.  What was that stranger doing in her room..  and what had
happened to her clothes?
     Staring in disbelief, Jill moaned and turned her head away.
Disturbing memories were gradually crowding into her mind, and she began
to feel afraid as she realized how powerful the effects of the hashish had
been.  She knew that she was totally vulnerable now, unable to defend
herself against the long-haired hippie who was leaning against the kitchen
wall and leering at her.  Clenching her eyes tightly shut in a futile
attempt to shut out the reality of her situation, the trembling American
girl found that depraved pictures were imprinted on her eyelids.  There
was no escape!
     "Nooooo!" she murmured in horror as scenes of Lisa's glistening pink
lips clasping Tommy's long pulsing penis flashed relentlessly before her
eyes.  She imagined she could feel streams of thick white sperm running
down her own throat and over her chin, and an unwanted tingling sensation
began once more in her traitorous vagina.  "Noooooo!" she moaned again,
more loudly this time.
     "You want some whiskey?" Dizzy asked, as he saw the curvaceous
redhead coming to life.  Goddamn, she was built better than anything he'd
ever seen in his life.  He couldn't wait to duck this sexy American bitch.
He should have ducked her a couple of minutes ago when she was out of it,
but he wanted her to know she was being Sucked ...  and by him!
     Jill kept her head buried in the pillow, refusing to acknowledge his
presence by answering his question.  Somehow it seemed that, if she
ignored him, he would vanish, that it was all a terrible nightmare that
she could shut off by will power.
     "I said, do you wanna drink?" Dizzy repeated, the alcohol combined
with the mind-distorting dope making him feel unusually aggressive.  What
the Suck was the matter with the stupid bitch anyway?  Did she think she
was better than he was or something?  The dark-haired young man approached
the bed and stared down at her voluptuous naked body below him, a menacing
expression crossing his lewdly leering eyes.
     "Noooooo," Jill moaned.  It seemed to be the only thing she could
say, and, though she wanted to tell him to leave, her mouth couldn't form
the words.
     "Yeah, you do!" Dizzy spat down at her.  Grasping her long red curls
with one hand, he roughly yanked her face around so that she was forced to
look at him.  She stared up at him with widened eyes, a little cry of pain
escaping from between her lips as he cruelly tugged on her soft hair, and
her helpless terror incited the drug-crazed youth more than ever.
     Jill's eyes remained glued to the frightened face leering down at
her.  There was something almost inhuman about his steel-eyed expression
that warned her that he was too far gone to reason with, even if her numb
lips could have managed to shape the words.  With a snarling laugh, Dizzy
forced the glass of whiskey to her mouth.  The naked redhead shook her
head in mute protest and clenched her teeth tightly together, for she was
afraid that the alcohol would totally destroy her already muddled brain.
     "Goddamn it, I said have a drink before I fuck you," Dizzy raged,
then pinched her nose tightly shut so that she was compelled to open her
mouth to gasp for air.  The minute her lips parted, the angry young man
poured straight Scotch down her throat.
     Jill swallowed and gagged at the taste of the burning liquid.  His
lewd words had confirmed her worst suspicions.  "Before I Duck you" ...
the terrible words rang in her ears as the searing whiskey warmed her
stomach.  "Noooooo," she wailed again, more frantically this time.
"NOOOOOOOO!"
     "What's the matter?  You think I'm not good enough for your goddamned
pussy?" Dizzy sneered.  He began to pull off his velvet trousers and
Moroccan shirt, the alcohol coursing through his bloodstream feeding his
lust and anger.  "You stupid American cunt!  I know you're as hot as I am!
And you're gonna see how a real man fucks!"
     The intoxicated redhead stared at the long thick penis that sprang
rigidly out from his hair-covered loins.  This couldn't be happening,  it
just couldn't!  She closed her eyes, suddenly feeling completely
disoriented from the combination of alcohol and hash.  Then, as the sex-
crazed young man's hands cruelly grasped at the full sensitive mounds of
her naked breasts, she realized with dreadful certainty that this horror-
filled vision was not a dream.  This wild-eyed stranger was about to rape
her, to tear away her precious virginity that she'd preserved all these
years for someone worthy of her trust.  A sudden vision of Jeff, her
college boy friend, ran through her distorted brain.  It would have been
far better if she'd allowed him to deflower her then, almost anyone, in
fact, rather than this maniac hovering above her now.
     Adrenaline shot through Jill Duncan's loins, and she shoved his hands
from her quivering breasts with a strength that surprised her.
     "Get away, get away from me!  Don't touch me!" she choked out, trying
to scramble off the bed.
     Her resistance infuriated the lust-inflamed youth.  All remaining
traces of reason fled from his mind, and the only reality he was aware of
was the burning ache in his erectly throbbing penis.
     "Get back over here, goddamn it!" he yelled at the cringing redhead,
then brutally flung his thin yet powerful body down to pin her nakedly to
the bed.  Jill gasped weakly as the impact of his weight knocked the wind
from her chest, and in this confusing instant Dizzy was able to position
himself between the terrified girl's long shapely legs.  Grasping at the
soft resilient flesh of her inner thighs, he roughly yanked them apart to
kneel between them and then leered down at her fear-glazed eyes in
triumph.
     "Now I'm gonna fuck you," he hissed down at the innocent naked girl
beneath him.  "Gonna fuck you till you're screaming for more!"
     His lewd words seemed to etch themselves across Jill's drug-clouded
brain.  FUCK!  FUCK!  FUCK!  Over and over again the red letters of this
vile word flashed before her tightly closed eyelids until the frightened
young law student thought that she was losing her mind.  I have to pull
myself together ...  I have to stop him now, she mentally cried, forcing
her eyes open in order to dispel the unwanted hallucination.  But when she
saw his naked male flesh towering above her and noted the animalistic lust
upon Dizzy's flushed face, she felt more helpless and incapable of action
than ever before in her life.
     "You ...  you can't!" the virginal young girl managed to choke out
from between parched lips.  "Please!  No one ever did this to me before!"
     "Don't give me that bullshit, baby," the long-haired youth hissed
down at her.  "You really think I believe that kind of crap?"  Her
unwilling attitude was really beginning to irritate him now, was this some
kind of game American girls played or something?  His long thick cock was
lurching painfully against the girl's smooth-skinned thigh, and he didn't
want to lie around talking about it, he wanted to Suck her right this
instant.  If she didn't like it now, well, he'd make her like it before he
was through with her!
     Ignoring Jill's continuous moans of anguish, the eager young man
lowered his head to the full mounds of her large white breasts.  They were
perfectly shaped, and their satin-smooth flesh quivered beneath his hungry
mouth as he ran his tongue around one little pink nipple and then squeezed
it hard between his lips.  He felt her body jerk slightly, and a ripple of
triumphant glee ran through his desire-wracked body.  He was going to turn
this little bitch on if it killed him!
     The shock of feeling Dizzy's warm moist lips sucking on her naked
breast sent a strange shivering tingle through Jill's sensually aroused
body.  For a few moments all fears and thoughts of resistance vanished,
smothered by the exquisite sensations shooting from her breasts down to
her wide-stretched thighs.  Then her mind once again cleared, and the
drug-confused virgin knew what she was doing.  She was allowing a total
stranger to abase her body---she was acting like a vile, sinful whore!
     "Stop!" she gasped, her own voice sounding as if it were coming from
a long way off.  "Don't do it to me!  Please stop!"
     But even as she spoke, Dizzy's fingers were running over her
fearfully trembling belly, moving down over the hair-fringed slit of her
vagina which was already damp and sensitive from the unwanted arousal she
had felt watching the lewd spectacle of oral intercourse in Dizzy's room.
Oh God!  The tormented young student knew she couldn't allow this to
happen, couldn't allow this man to wantonly rape her, but his mouth and
hands felt so wonderful---even better than the dildo had last night---and
she didn't know how she could gather the strength to stop him.
     "Noooooo," Jill sighed weakly, attempting to draw her long legs
together.
     "You quit saying 'no' or I'm gonna make you quit it!" the youth
warned, obviously enjoying the feeling of power he had over the helpless
young girl beneath him.  "No, you mustn't ...  you ...  AHHHHHHHH!" Jill's
tremulous resistance changed to a wail of anguish as Dizzy's teeth sank
into the soft flesh surrounding her erect nipple.  At first she thought
that she would faint from the searing pain, but much to her surprise it
faded to an exquisite agony.  Suddenly the auburn-haired virgin felt
herself sinking into a state where all resolutions, all guilt, everything
but her compelling physical arousal ceased to exist.  One last clear
thought flashed through her mind as the dark-haired young man's finger
located her ultra-sensitive clitoris and began to rub around it in teasing
circular strokes: I know it's wrong, but I don 't care anymore!  I'm alone
in this strange country and no one will know what I do except me, and, God
help me, I want to learn what this powerful feeling is all about.
     The Danish hippie felt the American girl's voluptuous body gradually
relaxing beneath his fingers and hungrily sucking mouth, and he realized
that he'd conquered her at last.  His aggression began to vanish as he
felt Jill's aroused little pussy quiver eagerly at his touch; now he
concentrated on fucking this curvaceous young female and making her love
every minute of it.  For a few minutes more he continued to nibble and
tease at her satin-smooth breasts and to caress her moistly throbbing
vagina with his outstretched middle finger.  Each time she moaned and
jerked in helpless arousal beneath him, he felt himself growing
increasingly strong and masculine.  This was the way he'd wanted it to be,
the way it ought to be.  Jesus Christ!  He wanted to spend the rest of his
life all ducked up on good dope and screwing a fantastic woman like this-
one who writhed and gasped underneath him now.
     "You love it, you sweet little bitch," he whispered into her ear.
Soft tendrils of her flame-colored curls teased at his face, arousing him
more than ever.  "Tell me you want it!  Tell me what you want me to do to
you!"
     "Ahhhhh ...  ooohhhhh ..." Jill mewled helplessly, not really
comprehending his words.  Part of her mind was still fairly clear, and it
was telling her that she was about to do something she would regret the
rest of her life.  But somehow this only served to excite her traitorous
body more than ever.  I'm perverted and evil, the helplessly writhing
young redhead thought to herself.  I'm a whore, I'm going to let a
stranger duck me, and I know I'm going to love it!
     It was as if years of frustrated impulses had surfaced in the
passion-incensed young girl's body.  The lewd word "fuck" and the depraved
impression of how she must look lying there naked on the bed beneath this
man fed her distorted passion until she was almost insane with an animal
desire to feel his thick cock pulsating deep inside of her quivering
vagina.  It didn't even matter how much it might hurt, she had to feel it,
had to experience this or she would go out of her mind.
     "Tell me!  What do you want me to do?" Dizzy insisted, sadistically
nipping first one helplessly quivering nipple and then the other.
     This time Jill heard him, but she still did not reply.  No matter how
much her body was betraying her into this depraved arousal, she could not
imagine admitting it to this strange man whom she loathed in her mind but
lusted for in her loins.  To actually say the words would mean
acknowledging her own forbidden feelings, and she knew that if she uttered
her desire she'd never be able to look at herself again without shame and
guilt for the rest of her life.  This dark-haired intruder might have
managed to overpower her deceitful body, but the idea that he had also
corrupted her mind and broken down her will power of which she was so
proud was too awful to contemplate.
     "Nooooo, stop!  Stop!" Jill moaned, but her words were contradicted
by the wanton upward undulations of her buttocks.
     "Yes!" Dizzy insisted.  "I wanna hear you say it!  Come on, tell me,
you want me to fuck you!"  As he spoke, he inserted his middle finger a
couple of inches up into her moistly clasping vaginal sheath.
     "Ohhhhhhh!" gasped the impassioned redhead as the unexpected lewd
sensation of his rotating finger inside her never-before-entered pussy
sent irrepressible tremors of pleasure through every sensitive nerve in
her eagerly trembling body.  She squeezed her eyes shut and found to her
dismay that the forbidden word was once again flashing before her eyes:
Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!  The word rang so loudly in her ears that she thought
someone was speaking it---and then a cold shiver of shock ran through her
nakedly writhing body as she realized that the distorted voice was her
own.  Oh God!  He had conquered her in spite of her strong resolutions ...
forced her to submit to his stronger will ...  transformed her into a
submissive slave who was unable to resist him.  The lewd tremor of
masochistic excitement that ran through Jill's voluptuous body at this
last thought shocked the sexually inexperienced young girl.  Fingers of
obscene arousal flickered throughout her body, feeding the flames of her
already burning desire and causing her to call out again, "Ohhhhh ...
fuck ...  fuck me ...  fuck me ..."  Her voice was louder now, and it
carried a clouded ring of desire.
     Dizzy felt a wave of salacious satisfaction as the obscene words
spewed from the innocent young girds lust-contorted mouth.  Goddamn, she
was a real hot little cant after all!  His furiously throbbing cock gave
an urgent lurch and he knew he could not wait another minute to stuff his
rigid cock-shaft up into this American girl's hot little pussy.
     "You asked for it, baby," he gloated, pulling his middle finger out
from the damp clinging depths of her quivering vaginal channel and
positioning his lust-thickened penis just in front of her glistening pussy
lips.
     There was a curious disappointed sensation deep in Jill's violated
pussy as Dizzy's finger popped with a lewd little sound from her wetly
quivering vagina.  She opened her eyes, feeling frustrated at his abrupt
withdrawal, but then a loud gasp of horror rose in her throat as the
innocent redhead saw his swollen pole of hard male flesh pointed right at
the tiny quivering mouth of her virginal pussy.  It was enormous, and it's
lust-bloated size frightened her terribly.  It was too big, far, far too
big---to ever fit inside her tight little vagina which had been stretched
painfully even by the plastic vibrator.  It would split her in two!
     "Oh no!  You can't!  It's too big!" she wailed, trying to pull her
widespread legs back together and involuntarily tightening her cuntal
muscles in self-defense.  But even as she spoke she felt the hot-pressing
head of Dizzy's rigidly pulsing penis rubbing against her most sensitive
flesh.  Staring down in a terror that was mixed with lewd twinges of
desire, the panting young virgin felt another shudder of masochistic
arousal run wantonly through her naked loins.  Beads of perspiration
sprang out on her forehead as she watched and felt the enormous rod of
pulsating male flesh, slide a painful inch into her well-lubricated pussy.
The lips of her vagina opened like a hungry child to receive the long
invading instrument deeper inside her virgin cuntal channel.
     "Ahhhhh," the drug-crazed young woman moaned, making no effort now to
disguise the fact that it was a moan of ecstasy rather than of pain.
Although her tight little vagina was being brutally stretched by the
insistent pressure of his thick cockhead, the young redhead was
nevertheless filled with a never-before-experienced sensation of mindless
desire.  She wanted him to plunge his long hard thickness all the way up
into her eagerly clasping cunt, and longed for the exquisite climax she
knew his penis would bring her.
     Dizzy held his fully erect cock still for a long moment, savoring the
sight of this previously obstinate girl who now writhed beneath him in
frenzied excitement.  For as long as he could bear it, the excited youth
let his thick cock lie immobile halfway up inside Jill's trembling vaginal
channel, wanting to tease her passion to the fever point before he
satisfied her.  Although she'd said that no one had ever done this to her
before, he never for a minute thought that she could have been telling the
truth.  Certainly none of the girls he'd ever known had been virgins at
her age, especially if they were as voluptuous as the lovely redhead
beneath him.
     Unable at last to hold himself back any longer, Dizzy began to push
his aching cock deeper into her tautly resisting vagina.  Shit, her
goddamn cunt was the tightest he'd ever felt in his entire life!  Could
she really be a virgin?  This thought so excited the lust-crazed young man
that he shoved his hips forward and lunged without thought of injury into
her tightly clasping pussy.  For an instant he feared that it would be
impossible to penetrate the resisting sheath of her virginal hymen, but
then, ignoring Jill's anguished cry of pain, he thrust again.  This time
he could feel his long hard cock slip another inch into the whimpering
redhead's moisture-drenched vagina.  Her fear-tensed cuntal muscles
clutched so tightly to the first few inches of his hotly throbbing cock
that he knew he had to ram it all the way to the hilt before he shot his
load all over her cream-white thighs and red-gold pubic hair.
     "HERE IT COMES, BABY!" the long-haired youth shouted at the top of
his lungs.  "GET READY FOR THE BEST FUCK OF YOUR LIFE!"
     "Nooooo, oh God, nooooo!" Jill wailed as tears of pain coursed in
little rivulets down over her flushed cheeks.  The excruciating agony of
his brutal entry temporarily cleared her mind of all her earlier drug-
intensified arousal, and she was at last fully aware of what was happening
to her.  She was about to lose her treasured virginity, not to the loving
lifetime partner she'd dreamed of, not to the most perfect man in the
world whom she could respect and love forever.  No, instead she was about
to be fucked in the most humiliating and degrading way she could imagine--
-by a total stranger whose mind was so confused by hashish and alcohol
that she doubted he knew or cared whose vagina he was plunging his
enormous cock into.  And worst of all, the fearful young student was
certain that his huge cudgel of flesh was going to split her right open!
     "Stop!  You're killing me, you're ..."
     But even as the horrified redhead moaned out her desperate protests,
she heard Dizzy's wanton animalistic battle cry and felt his giant penis
smash into her helplessly cringing vagina with relentless fury.  A
sickening bolt of searing pain shot through Jill's pinioned body as his
invading cock ripped through the fragile membrane protecting her
virginity.  Every cell in her violated young body screamed in protest, and
the tortured auburn-haired victim only wished that she could pass out or
die, anything to escape from the burning hell she had unwittingly allowed
herself to fall into.  Not daring to move a muscle for fear that the agony
would be intensified, she lay nakedly gasping and moaning beneath the
impaling pole of hot male flesh.  It filled every inch of her strained
vaginal channel, and she could feel every pulsing vein of its long thick
shaft as it pressed against her wide-stretched cuntal walls.  Trembling in
fear and agony, Jill waited for the next torturous thrust with her eyes
clenched tightly shut.
     Much to the innocent redhead's surprise, Dizzy held his massive penis
inside her tightly clasping pussy until he felt her taut cuntal muscles
relaxing and heard her groans grow less anguished.  Jesus Christ!  he
thought in excitement, the little bitch really was a goddamned virgin!
The first one he'd ever had!  This realization so fired his passion that
his cock began almost involuntarily to flex and throb against the
moisture-drenched walls of her palpitating vagina.
     "Arrrrrggghhhh," Jill cried out, but the lust-maddened youth above
her could already detect a slight change in her high-pitched voice.  It no
longer sounded desperate and hysterical.  Instead, she appeared to be
submissive and on the verge of arousal again.  Suddenly overcome by his
urgent need, Dizzy began to plunge his lust-swollen cock in and out of her
clinging cuntal channel with smooth rhythmic strokes that speared far into
the never-before-penetrated depths of her impaled young pussy.
     Jill lay on the rumpled bed, scarcely daring to breathe as the thick
rod of flesh began fucking into her vagina, each relentless stroke sending
a heated stab of burning pain searing through the tautly stretched lips of
her cunt.  At first the agony was almost more than the whimpering girl
thought she could bear, and though she could not control the sounds
spewing from her contorted lips, she realized that there was absolutely
nothing she could do to stop this drug-crazed youth from continuing to
skewer her ruthlessly violated pussy.  He didn't even seem to hear her
piteous mewls, and it was quite obvious that nothing she could do or say
would deter him from ravishing her previously untouched body.
     In fact, the confused redhead was no longer sure that she wanted to
do anything to stop him now, even if she could.  Her pain-wracked loins
were reacting to the helplessness of her position by instinctively
relaxing, and to the ravaged redhead's relief the initial pain was fading
to a dull, almost pleasurable ache.
     "Fuck back, fuck back," the lust-inflamed boy cried out.  "Move that
goddamn ass!  Fuck back!"  He knew that this would serve to deaden her
pain; more importantly, it would turn her into a wantonly writhing whore,
changing her forever from an uptight virgin who thought she was better
than everyone else.  And he, Dizzy, was going to bring about this lurid
transformation.  The sadistic thought swelled his drug-affected ego almost
as much as his pounding penis.
     Not daring to displease this stranger whose invading hardness had
such power to bring pain, Jill began to wriggle her buttocks in small
uncertain circles around the hot mass of male flesh stuffed up into her
tight little cuntal opening.  To her surprise she found that this
submissive movement dispelled the last traces of discomfort and replaced
them with the same wanton thrills of arousal that had driven her half-mad
with desire when he'd finger-fucked her.  Soon her hips were undulating in
urgent circles, and tingling masochistic waves of pleasure slid
insidiously along every nerve in her fevered young body.  Oh God, she
thought, I'm losing control of myself again..  and I don't even care
anymore.  I want him to Duck me---I don't care if it's wrong.
     No longer trying to repress the exquisite sensations surging through
her writhing loins, Jill fucked back with every muscle in her body.  She
felt her cunt opening up like a flower beneath his battering penis as lewd
words gurgled out from her lust-contorted mouth.
     "Oh, fuck me, fuck me hard!" she groaned out.  "Give me your cock ...
give me your cum!"
     The forbidden words excited her more than ever.  It was as though
some force deep within Jill Duncan that had laid dormant all these years
had suddenly been released by this man's wildly plunging cock, and each
obscenity she uttered was a cry of triumphant freedom to the aroused young
woman.  Straining every muscle in her body to the utmost, she strove for
the orgasm that she could feel already descending upon her wantonly
aroused body.
     Her sudden lewd reaction almost drove the long-haired youth insane.
The speed and strength of his strokes accelerated out-of-control, and he
knew his aching lust-bloated balls would explode at any minute now.
     "Cummmmming!" he shouted down at the flailing young woman beneath
him.  "I'm cummmmmming!"
     And then a hot stream of thick burning semen was rushing down his
long jerking penis to gush in spurt after spurt into Jill's tightly
clasping cunt.  His entire body shivered and spasmed for several minutes,
and then he collapsed upon the girl's still twitching loins, his deflated
cock slipping uselessly from her unsatisfied cunt.  In the intensity of
his own climax, the drugged young hippie didn't hear Jill's frustrated
whimpers, didn't know or care that he'd failed to bring the ravaged and
violated virgin to orgasm.
     "Oh no, nononono Don't stop, oh, please don't stop now!" Jill's words
came from her mouth in a husky, despairing whisper.  It just couldn't be
true!  She'd been so close, almost there ...  and now it was too late.
She just couldn't bear it.
     The frustrated redhead continued to whimper softly, burying her face
in the rumpled bedclothes as the sated youth rose unsteadily to his feet.
He stood looking down at her perspiration-slickened body sprawled in lewd
abandon upon the bed, a vacant expression in his bloodshot eyes.  Then he
picked up his scattered clothes and made his way back to his own
apartment, still naked, to have another pipe of hash and boast to his
friends of his triumphant conquest over this helpless and deflowered young
American girl.



                            Chapter 5

     It was mid-afternoon by the time the hot sun streaming in through the
uncurtained windows roused Jill Duncan from her drugged slumber.  She
opened her eyes groggily, not realizing at first where she was, and gazed
in confusion at her own naked body splayed out upon the wild disorder of
rumpled bedclothes.  Why on earth had she gone to bed without putting on
her nightgown or getting under the covers?  she asked herself uneasily.
Rubbing her eyes, the curvaceous redhead attempted to stand up only to
collapse back upon the bed as a wave of dizziness surged through her
aching head.  Was she sick maybe?  Or ...  or ...  a faint shred of memory
wafted through her disoriented brain, and without quite remembering just
why, she felt guilty and ashamed, and in some inexplicable way different
from the way she'd always felt before.  What happened to her last night.
WHAT?
     Even as the troubled young girl shook her tangled auburn curls and
attempted to clear away the fog that had blotted out her memory of the
previous evening, she remembered that she'd had an appointment at three
o'clock this afternoon at the university.  She groped for the clock that
she usually placed beside her bed, finally locating it on the floor with a
crack in its glass face but with its hands still faithfully ticking.
Three-fifteen!  Oh God, she felt far too ill to get up now---it was just
impossible to even consider doing so.  Every muscle in her naked body
ached, and the flesh down between her legs felt raw and sensitive.
     Another dim flicker of recollection rippled across Jill's brain, a
repulsive lewd image of herself sprawled beneath a man's body with his
long thick cock piercing deep into her hair-fringed pussy.  The distraught
auburn-haired student shuddered and sank back down upon the bed,
resolutely pushing the depraved picture from her mind.  I must have been
looking at those porno magazines again; probably using the vibrator too,
she decided.  Well, never again.  IS throw them away as soon as I get up.
This explanation was humiliating enough, but it was far less horrifying
than the truth which lurked deep within her subconscious, so she accepted
it almost thankfully.
     More sleeps that's what I need, she told herself, discarding any
thought of attending her appointment as she curled beneath the crumpled
sheet.  That'll put these filthy ideas out of my mind.  And with that she
sank back once more into a deadening dreamless slumber.
     It was almost two hours later when she was startled from her sleep by
a loud tapping on the door.  Leaping out of bed and grabbing a robe from
the closet as she passed, the groggy young redhead pulled open the door.
A uniformed man stood there holding out a piece of blue paper and mumbling
something in Danish.  A telegram!
     In the Duncan home, telegrams were considered an expensive waste of
good hard-earned money and were sent only in the event of severe illness
or death.  An icy chill of fear ran through Jill's scantily body now as
she accepted the ominous slip of paper, it must be about daddy, he must
have had another stroke!  Too perturbed to notice the way the teenaged
delivery boy was staring with wide-eyed interest at her partially revealed
breasts Jutting out from the hastily flung on robe, she tore open the
wire.  Then, as she read it, her knees went weak with relief.

     "MEET ME AT THE PAGODA RESTAURANT IN TIVOLI GARDENS AT EIGHT TONIGHT.
     LOVE, ERIK"

     Jill was surprised at the strong wave of happy excitement that ran
through her body as she read and then reread the message.  Part of her
emotion was caused by relief, of course, but a good portion of it was pure
pleasure at the prospect of seeing the handsome blond Dane again.  A wide
smile illuminated her pretty face, erasing the tightness from around her
mouth and the worried expression from her green eyes.
     Suddenly Jill became aware that the young telegraph boy was still
standing in the doorway.  Well, what does he want?  she wondered.  Did he
expect a tip?  But she'd read in a handbook prepared by the Danish
government that tipping was necessary only in taxis in Denmark, so it
couldn't be that.  Perplexed by his odd behavior, the voluptuous auburn-
haired girl followed his glance and then turned fiery-red as she saw }ROW
her carelessly draped robe exposed the top of her full, upthrust breasts.
She quickly pulled the garment tightly across her chest, causing the
teenager to blush in embarrassment and quickly hurry down the stairs.
     Smiling to herself at the expression of consternation on his youthful
face, the curvaceous student turned back into the kitchen to make herself
a pot of coffee.  There were fragments of broken glass on the floor by the
sink, and at the sight of them the disturbing feeling of guilt-ridden
anxiety returned.  Once again she tried to grasp hold of some distant
memory, but it was as elusive as a dream.  All the troubled redhead could
be sure of was a peculiar sense of shame, and this amnesia worried her.
Surely she hadn't drunk so much last night, the bottle was still half-
full.  What in God's name was causing her peculiar behavior?
     A troubled frown replaced her smile as she picked up the slivers of
glass, put on a kettle of water for coffee, and fetched her towel, soap,
and lotions for a sponge bath.  For some reason she felt very dirty, and
she thought longingly of the large white tub in her parent's bathroom.
She wondered what the Danes did for bathing---perhaps there were public
baths - and determined to find out as soon as possible.  Her memory black-
out still tormenting her, she began to scrub furiously at her shapely
body.
     Perhaps she was going crazy?  She remembered how her old Aunt
Millicent had lost her memory of whole days at a time.  How she'd once
shown up for church on a Monday morning and had stood on the doorstep in
the midst of a virtual blizzard hysterically proclaiming that the entire
town was doomed to eternal hellfire for breaking the Sabbath.  Finally
they'd come and taken her away to Peaceful Valley Rest Home up in the
Berkshires.  The one time that Jill had visited her there, the confused
old lady had called her Dorcas, thinking she was her mother.  Perhaps the
same sort of sickness was afflicting her now---hadn't she read somewhere
that certain types of insanity ran in families?
     As she washed her large well-rounded breasts, Jill realized that they
were abnormally sore.  She also seemed to have started her period,
although it wasn't due for another week.  Since she'd never been irregular
in her life before now, she seized on this as a plausible explanation for
her puzzling amnesia and determined to stop thinking about it.  Obviously
she'd been physically sick last night, and the memory loss was a quite
natural consequence.
     Feeling cleaned and almost her old self again, the twenty-two year
old graduate student sat down at the tiny kitchen table to drink her
coffee.  Pushing all thoughts of last night's perplexing events from her
mind, she attempted to immerse herself in one of the thick lawbooks she'd
checked out from the library.  Yesterday she'd successfully avoided her
lewd distracting thoughts by involving herself in her work, but for some
reason this didn't work today.  All she could think about was the missed
appointment with Professor Jorgensen.  What on earth was she going to tell
him---surely not that she'd been unable to get herself out of bed at three
in the afternoon.  Sickness ...  perhaps the flu ...  that sounded
believable and was almost true, for she'd certainly been stricken by some
sort of weird virus.  Absentmindedly reaching for her cigarettes, Jill lit
one Band inhaled deeply.  Immediately she began to tremble like a leaf as
her memory suddenly came rushing back, flooding her mind with obscene,
unspeakable visions that she at once recognized to be the truth.
     Hashish---of course!  She'd smoked hashish with the hippies across
the hall, and it had caused her to lose her memory.  Now Jill found
herself wishing that these lurid visions had never returned; she'd almost
rather not have known that she'd acted in such a despicable manner.  A
repulsive picture of that corrupt young brunette sucking on her naked boy
friend's long thick penis flashed before her eyes, and the distressed
young woman remembered how she'd sat and watched this perverted spectacle.
Yes, and she'd been aroused as she watched it ...  she clearly recalled
the urgent throbbing heat in her vagina and the way she'd furtively rubbed
her burning pussy against the edge of the foam mattress.  Dear God!  How
could she have done such a depraved thing?  The very thought of it made
her fair-skinned face blush beet-red with humiliation.  And then what had
happened next?  She knew there was something more, but she couldn't recall
it.  And perhaps it s just as well, she decided, gulping down the rest of
her coffee.  If it's more obscene than that, I don't think I ever want to
know about it
     In spite of her overwhelming shame, Jill's intelligent brain began
working in its usual logical, analytical manner to make the reality more
acceptable.  Last night was in the past, and, there was no use in
agonizing over it now.  Today well, tonight really, was a new day, and she
would soon feel her old strong self again.  She'd dine with Erik, then
come straight home for an early night's sleep so that she could be fresh
and alert for a day-late meeting with Professor Jorgensen tomorrow.  And
if the disturbing memories returned, she'd wipe them out of her mind as
easily as erasing chalk from a blackboard.
     An hour later Jill Duncan was walking through a small park on her way
to Tivoli Gardens.  A light breeze wrapped the silky material of her short
pale green dress around her long slender legs, clearly outlining the lines
of her firm, full-fleshed thighs to the interested eyes of all passers-by.
The redheaded young woman scarcely noticed their glances, for every ounce
of her considerable energy was concentrated on her resolution to stifle
the corrupt flames of lust that had for some reason been troubling her for
the past few days---ever since she'd arrived in Denmark, in fact.  From
now on she was going to be pure and strong, and there would be no more
inexcusable lapses like last night or the night before.  When she met
Eric, there would be no perverted tinglings in her body, not even if he
tried to kiss her again.  From now on she would be a cool and competent
law student, and nothing more.
     The resolute girl didn't seem to remember that just twenty-four hours
before, she'd been thinking the very same thoughts as she strode through
another park.

                           *    *    *

     "I'll be as fat as a cow after a year in Denmark if all the food's as
good as this," Jill sighed contentedly as she spooned up the last mouthful
of her strawberries and rich whipped cream.  "I wonder why all the Danes
aren't fat?"
     "Oh, we don't eat like this every day, only on special occasions,
Erik explained as he stared into the sparkling green eyes of the
curvaceous redhead seated across the balcony table from him.
     Jill, in spite of her strenuous resolutions to remain coolly
uninvolved, found herself smiling back at the handsome blond man.  A pre-
dinner drink and two powerful Elephant beers along with her oysters and
sole meunieure had made her feel relaxed and contented; and the fairytale
atmosphere of Tivoli Gardens, with its colored lights, bright flowers, and
whimsical buildings, seemed to preclude any emotion except cheerful
enjoyment.  Even when the good-looking young man reached across the table
to clasp her hand in his she did not try to draw away.  It seemed the most
natural thing in the world to be touching him as they gazed down at a
cascading fountain below their balcony seat.
     "How about an after-dinner drink?"  Erik suggested in a voice as soft
as the subtle caresses of his warm fingers upon her palm.
     Although she had planned to be home early, Jill found herself very
reluctant to leave this beautiful place.  Being with Erik channeled her
mind away from her worries; if she tried to go to sleep now, she'd only
lie awake tossing and turning as lewd visions danced before her eyes.
     "That would be fun," she smiled, her sea-green eyes sparkling at the
well-dressed man beside her.
     "Tivoli closes at midnight," Erik told her, "but I'll ring my friend
Lars who owns a club and see if he's open tonight.  I can't bear for this
night to end so early."  He'd discovered in New York that a little sticky
sweet romanticism was the key to loosening the inhibitions of certain
types of American girls.  Even the ones who liked to spurt Women's Lib
slogans at him would grow warm and cuddly in response to his Prince
Charming image; it was, after all, the ideal that had been instilled into
their subconscious all during their early childhood years.  Now, just as
he'd suspected she would, Jill stared back at him with dreamy, star-
studded eyes.
     "Sure," she murmured.  "I'd like to see a Danish nightclub."
     "Waiter," Erik called to the whitejacketed waiter, "please bring a
Cherry Herring Special for the lady.  And where can I make a phone call?"
     Jill watched as the tall blond Dane followed the waiter into the
oriental-roofed pavilion, returning the kiss that he blew to her before
vanishing behind a pillar.  In principle such silly romantic gestures
annoyed her, but for some reason she felt quite unlike her usual
efficient, organized self tonight.  Come to think of it, the attractive
redhead mused to herself as she picked up the rose-colored drink the
waiter had placed before her, she'd been feeling and acting very strangely
ever since she'd left the United States.  Could it be possible that there
was a direct relationship between her strange behavior and her new home---
was the climate perhaps responsible?  There was something very strange
about these long bright Scandinavian days with only a few hours of
darkness.  In one of her classes at college she'd learned about a "suicide
belt" theory; apparently certain areas of the world such as Austria, Los
Angeles, and part of Israel have statistically higher suicide rates than
the rest of the world and some scientists attribute this fact to certain
chemicals prevalent in the atmospheres of these areas.  If this was true,
then presumably her own sexual arousal could be caused by something along
the same lines.
     Shaking her auburn-haired head at her own silliness, Jill turned her
attention to the delicious cherry-flavored drink and the panorama of
bright lights and laughter going on below her.  For once in her life she
didn't want to be studious and introspective---she just wanted to enjoy
herself as much as the shrieking children on the nearby roller coaster
were doing ...  she wanted to feel alive.

                           *    *    *

     From where Erik Mortensen stood inside the glass-enclosed telephone
box, he could see Jill's profile clearly.  He noted her expression of
pleased surprise as she tasted the Cherry Herring Special he'd ordered for
her.  Good!  It was a very powerful drink, although the vodka laced in
with the cherry liqueur was barely detectable, and he knew it would make
the serious American beauty lose more of her inhibitions.  So far, the
tall young man was more than satisfied with the way his auburn-haired date
had been acting this evening, she seemed more relaxed and friendly than
she had the first day he'd met her, and she looked better than ever too in
that modestly cut yet sensuous silky dress that clung to her voluptuous
body's curves like Saran wrap.  Erik felt his long cock pulsing against
his tight-fitting trousers as he dialed his friend's number.  Tonight he'd
get inside that sweet little pussy if it was the last thing he ever did!
     "Lars Jensen?" he spoke into the receiver.  "Erik here ...  I'm in
Tivoli ...  yes, Tivoli, don't laugh, I'm with the most terrific piece of
ass you've ever seen, and I know you've seen a lot!  ...  yes, that's why
I'm calling.  I want to bring her around to "Club 33" ...  No, not like
that ...  she'd freak out.  She's an American, real uptight, you know the
type.  So I want to find out exactly what time the show begins, so that we
can be there "accidentally" and I can pretend I didn't plan it ...  12:45?
Okay, we'll be there, outside the door ...  Thanks, pal---just wait till
you see this hot little cunt and you'll know what I'm talking about!
What's on tonight anyway ...  REALLY?  Great!  That should do the trick if
anything will!  ...  Okay, Lars, see you later."
     The handsome blond man replaced the receiver and turned back toward
the balcony with a little smile of triumph on his face.  He turned toward
Jill again; she was staring out at the brightly lit park, an expression of
amazed pleasure softening her beautiful features.  Wait till she sees what
I've got planned for her!  he gloated in lewd anticipation.  Then she'll
really be smiling!



                            Chapter 6

     Club 33 was so dimly lit that Jill, who was beginning to feel the
effects of the considerable amount of alcohol she'd consumed already that
night, stumbled and fell to her knees on the plush-carpeted stairs of the
entryway.  Erik Mortensen helped the blushing young redhead to her feet,
allowing his hand to rest a little longer than necessary on her smooth-
skinned upper arm.  Jesus Christ, she felt so soft and warm there---how
much better her full breasts and flaring hips would feel!
     As the handsome blonde's hand lingered on her sensitive flesh, the
intoxicated redhead was thinking much the same thing.  His pressuring hand
felt so good that her clouded imagination immediately conjured up an
obscene vision of his hands gently and sensuously caressing every inch of
her naked flesh.  Jill shivered, a lewd tingle traversing her slender
body.  Something told her that she was remembering rather than
fantasizing.  It must be those porno magazines, the auburn-haired young
woman convinced herself, once again driving her obscene memories of the
long-haired drug addict back down into her subconscious.  I wash I'd never
seen the awful things!  And then, as Erik led her into the exotically
decorated club, she thought no more of her body's unwelcome arousal.
     The ground floor of Club 33 had been designed by a young Danish
interior decorator who'd just returned from six months in Marrakesh, and
anyone entering the room was immediately plunged into a sensuous Arabian
Night's atmosphere.  Club members, for this was a special "key club" which
wealthy Danish hedonists, well-heeled foreigners, successful dope dealers,
and various other hangers-on paid many kroner for the privilege of
entering, lounged around the large candlelit room in various stages of
stupefied collapse or amphetamine-accelerated exhilaration.  At one end of
the large, tapestry-walled room was a bar of sorts where a long-haired
youth clad in a silver-embroidered Moroccan robe sat crosslegged upon a
dais mixing drinks into smoky-blue mugs.  The air was filled with the
scent of incense and a pungent undertone of cigarette smoke which
immediately made Jill feel quite overwhelmed by the sensuous, harem-like
mood of the place.
     The baffled yet undeniably excited young law student stared around
her in stunned bewilderment, taking note first of the ceiling which was
painted in a deep midnight-blue interspersed with bright stars.  Then she
focused her eyes on the far end of the long narrow room where a voluptuous
young girl draped in a translucent garment adorned with silver serpents
spitting fire was belly-dancing around an authentic-looking stuffed camel.
Many brightly-colored pipes shaped much like the one she'd smoked last
night at Dizzy's apartment hung from the camel's velvet shoulder bags, and
the bewildered young redhead noticed that most of the guests were inhaling
a sweet-smelling tobacco that she immediately recognized as hashish.  The
belly-dancer was undulating in time to the loud sounds of rather
incongruous rock music blaring from speakers hidden in several enormous
potted plants.
     "Wow!" Mortensen exclaimed.  "This is really wild!  Last time I was
here it was a South Sea island.  Why don't you sit down while I get us
something to drink and smoke."
     Although a little voice inside her brain was calling out a warning,
the wide-eyed young law student felt her hypnotized body following the
tall Dane's instructions.  Sinking to an unoccupied velvet couch, she
turned her attention to the other people in the room.  They were dressed
in a variety of styles, exotic costumes, well-tailored suits, nondescript
jeans, all of which gave the Moroccan decorations a touch of Mardi-Gras
spirit.  Jill shook her head, finding it very hard to adjust the past few
days.  And today had been perhaps the oddest of all, what with her lapsed
memory, the magical Hans Christian Andersen atmosphere of Tivoli, and now
this extraordinary Club 33.  Nobody back home would ever believe her if
she told them about this place; they thought they were being pretty wild
when they smoked a little grass and drank a case of beer in someone's
beachhouse.  In fact, the twenty-two year old had a hard time believing
that she was not dreaming herself!
     "I hope you'll like this," Erik said, interrupting her reverie.
"It's what everybody drinks here---tequila."
     "Tequilla?" Jill queried.  "It's Mexican, isn't it?  I've heard of
it, but I never tried it."
     "You do it like this," the tall blond man explained, licking his hand
and sprinkling a little salt on it, then tasting it.  Next he took a bit
of juice from one of the lemon slices on a dish in front of them, and
finally swallowed a small amount of the clear tequila.  He appeared to
hold this mixture in his mouth for a few moments before swallowing, his
nose wrinkling slightly as he did so.
     "Wow, that's good stuff!"  It's been awhile since I had any of that.
Come on, Jill, you try it now!"  He took her hand in his, lifting it to
his lips and licking the back of her hand with his warm tongue and then
scattering salt over it.  The auburn-haired young woman gave a little
gasp, surprised at the strong tremor that ran through her body at the
touch of his moist wet tongue on her sensitive flesh.
     "Now taste that, and then the lemon and tequila---but don't swallow
yet," he instructed, smiling in excited anticipation as he thought of what
the tequila coupled with a few pipes would do to this already slightly
intoxicated American girl.  "Okay, now swallow."
     Jill followed his directions with a wry wrinkling of her pretty face.
It didn't taste bad, just very, very sharp.  Then, moments after the
powerful alcohol entered her system, she began to feel its relaxing
effect.
     "It's very strange ..." she said slowly.  "I ...  I think I like it."
     "You'll like this too!" the handsome Dane promised, lifting a red and
gold enamel pipe from his pocket.
     "Oh, I don't think so," Jill protested, her unpleasant memories of
last night returning with a rush.
     "You don't smoke?" Erik asked in the same incredulous was Dizzy's
friends had done.  "Why not?"
     "Well ...  I feel so drunk already ..." Jill hedged, not wanting to
talk about her real reasons for fearing the mind-distorting drug.
     "All the more reason why you should have a smoke," he declared.  "The
effects counteract each other---the alcohol deadens your perception, but
the hash heightens it."
     This explanation seemed too logical to argue against.  After all, she
was afraid she'd be really drunk if she finished the tequila ...  perhaps
just one pipe wouldn't hurt.  Last night she'd smoked too many to keep
track of, and that was probably why she'd reacted so strongly.  "Well,
okay," she agreed.
     Erik lighted the pipe, a happy grin on his handsome features, then
passed it to Jill who inhaled deeply and managed not to cough.
     I never used to be this way, the troubled redhead was thinking even
as she drew the pungent smoke into her lungs.  It seems that now anyone
can talk me into doing things that I know are wrong.  Why didn't I just go
on home early like I told myself I would?  Something's wrong with me ...
     Then her thoughts faded as the overload of intoxicants melted her
brain into the same formless pulp of sensation she'd experienced last
night.  Tonight, due to the exotic overload of sensory stimuli in the
Moracco-inspired clubroom, her reaction was even stronger.  "I feel so
strange ..." she murmured to Erik.  "Have some more tequila," he suggested
helpfully, leaning very close to her and almost whispering into her ear.
As he moved nearer, Jill felt the first obscene flames of desire
flickering through her body.
     Oh no ...  Oh Cod, no!  It's happening again, and I don't think I can
even move, the distressed young redhead thought to herself.  Nevertheless,
she did not try to pull away from Erik as he once again licked the back of
her hand and sprinkled salt on it.
     "I'm taking you to Marrakesh ooooooonnnnnnn the traaaain,
ooooooonnnnnnn the traaaain."
     Jill began to giggle, her serious introspective thoughts dispersed by
the second swallow of tequila.  "We're already in Marrakesh," she laughed,
"but we came in a taxi!"
     Erik laughed with her, overjoyed that she had not tried to pull away
her hand which he still held after assisting her with her tequila.  He was
feeling pretty loose himself, this was some place Lars had set up all
right!
     "After we finish this drink, let's go upstairs and meet my friend,
Lars Jensen," he suggested, glancing at his watch.  It was almost time for
the show to begin!  "Jensen?" Jill asked rather blankly.  "Yeah, he's the
guy who runs this place.  He'll probably be able to tell you lots of
useful things about night life in Copenhagen," the scheming young man
added.
     "Oh ...  okay ..." the intoxicated law student agreed.  Actually,
she'd quite forgotten about her research for the moment, and she didn't
think she really wanted to remember it---it only made her feel guilty
about the appointment she'd missed and the books she hadn't yet opened.
But she supposed it was her duty to talk to this man, and even though she
was perfectly happy sitting where she was, it seemed easier to do what
Erik wanted rather than to argue about it.
     So the couple finished their drinks, smoked another pipe, and then
somewhat unsteadily mounted the carpeted steps to the second story of Club
33, and started down the long corridor toward the door at the end.  With
eager fingers Erik turned the knob---but it was locked.  Goddamn it, his
watch must be off!  Shit, he'd blown a perfect opportunity, the American
girl was in just the right condition to get all hot and turned-on by a sex
show.  Goddamn the Ducking Japanese who'd made his watch!  The frustrated
blond man tried pounding on the heavy wood-paneled door, although he knew
it was no use; the room was securely sound-proofed.  What the hell was he
going to do now?  Jill stood beside the angrily pounding Dane, wondering
what all the fuss was about.  Actually, she didn't quite understand much
of what was going on, nor did she particularly care.  She was floating in
a cloud of drug and alcohol-induced euphoria, and couldn't bring herself
to consider anything else seriously.
     "I know!" Erik cried out suddenly.  He'd just remembered that there
was a closed circuit television in Jensen's office.  His friend would, of
course, be inside the auditorium with the other spectators watching to see
how the show was going, and he was sure they wouldn't be disturbed in the
office at this time of night.  Perfect!  This was going to be far better
than watching the show in a room crowded with other people!
     The excited Danish man took Jill's hand and hurried back along the
corridor to a door that stood slightly ajar just at the top of the stairs.
"Perhaps Lars is in here," he explained to her as he led her into the
room.
     The office wasn't very large, but its opulence more than compensated
for its small size.  There was a huge mahogany desk cluttered with papers
and books.  A couple of leather Danish-modern armchairs, a matching couch,
several lamps, and a color television were scattered about the room, and
the wide windows were draped with a modernistic Finnish-made material that
complimented the plush green carpet.  On the walls hung several erotic
posters, and a huge vase of flowers stood on a mahogany bar covered with a
large number of bottles.
     "Guess he's not here," Erik said rather unnecessarily, licking his
lips in anticipation.  "We might as well sit here and wait for him.  You
want a drink?"
     "Sure," Jill said.  She'd reached the point of intoxication where she
stopped considering what the effects of more alcohol on her system might
be.  Sinking down gratefully on the soft leather sofa, she stared around
the room.  "A TV!" she exclaimed.  "I've never seen Danish TV---can we
turn it on?"
     "Why not?" Erik said.  His voice betrayed his lewd excitement, but
the young auburn-haired girl was too drunk and stoned to take any notice.
Hastily assembling the lemons, salt, and tequila for their drinks, he
switched on the wide-screen television.  Then he settled down beside her
on the expensive leather couch and extracted a red and gold pipe from his
pocket.
     "Might as well have another smoke, too," he said, lighting the little
pipe and passing it to the curvaceous young girl who was staring at the
television screen waiting for the picture to focus.  When it finally did,
Jill nearly dropped the hashish-filled object in her astonishment.
     As the screen cleared, two voluptuous blondes dressed only in sheer
black brassieres and bikini panties were dancing in a lewd, insinuating
way around a small stage.  Around the platform sat a number of people,
mostly men but also a number of women, all peering intently at the
undulating young girls Rock music with a loud drum beat poured from the
television, and there was a sort of flickering light show on the wall
behind the stage.
     "Not too much like American TV, is it?" Erik asked, inching
cautiously toward the shocked young redhead.  "This is the kind of shows
we have late at night, when the kids are in bed," he added, taking full
delight in the obvious effect his clever deception was having on her.
     Jill opened her mouth to reply, then gasped instead as she saw the
two attractive young dancers begin to remove their skimpy brassieres while
the audience murmured in audible excitement.  Their large, pink-nippled
breasts swayed obscenely as they moved in time to the provocative music,
and then one of the nearly-naked girls reached down to pick up---oh my
God, could it be true---a dildo!  The gaping American girl stared
unbelievingly, hoping that it was just a hallucination dreamed up by her
hashish and alcohol saturated mind; but there was no denying the fact that
the girl was running the obscene instrument over her full, high-set
breasts.  So intently was Jill watching the provocative spectacle spinning
before her glazed eyes that she didn't realize that Erik had draped his
arm around her shoulders and was fondling her bare upper arm.
     "You're so soft ...  so soft and beautiful," he whispered into her
ear.  Her body was quivering beneath him, but she still did not move away
or protest as his eager hand gently traced the outline of her full breast.
The pace of her breathing quickened, while her eyes remained glued in a
mesmerized disbelief to the color TV screen.
     "It must feel good, what they're doing," he murmured, following
Jill's gaze to see one of the blonde's caressing the other's voluptuous
naked body with the pink vibrator.  it was just the same kind he'd given
the auburn-haired American girl, and he was sure she was thinking of that
too.  Then the music reached a crescendo and a man appeared upon the
stage, his well-muscled, suntanned body completely naked and glistening
like a bronze statue.
     As the handsome male actor entered, Jill's entire body began to shake
uncontrollably.  A low moan of heartfelt anguish broke her lips, and she
hid her face in her hands, trying to shut out the terrible memories that
came flooding back into her mind at the sight of the man's long thick
penis sticking straight out from his hair-covered loins.  Closing her eyes
did not help, of course; the vision of Dizzy's drug-glazed eyes, long
unkempt brown hair, and lust-thickened cock standing out from his lean
loins was permanently imprinted upon her brain.  Not only was the
horrified American girl seeing all that she'd done the night before, but
her brain, as if in retaliation for the unnatural memory-block, now
replayed each obscene detail in slow-motion detail.
     "Oh God!  Oh no!  No, no, no!" Jill groaned.  "NOOOO!"
     "What's the matter?" Erik asked, astonished at the violence of her
unexpected outburst.  "What's wrong, Jill?"
     At the sound of genuine concern in the faintly accented voice of the
man beside her, Jill began sobbing in uncontrollable hysteria.  All the
pent-up worries and guilt of the past few days burst out of her tortured
mind like a clumsily opened bottle of champagne, and even Jill herself was
amazed at the intensity of her emotion.  She'd been brought up to think
that crying was something shameful, something that should, if absolutely
necessary, be carried out in private.  And now look at her---sobbing
hysterically in front of a man she'd only known for a few days.
     Erik Mortensen didn't know quite what he should do.  He himself was
quite stoned and a little drunk, but his mind was clear enough to
ascertain that the voluptuous girl he'd been seducing was in great
distress.  Somehow her open show of emotion made him feel closer, more
tender toward her, and he felt for the first time a real interest in her
welfare rather than a mere physical lust for her voluptuous body.
Gathering her trembling body in his strong arms, he began to caress her
quivering flesh and murmur soothing words.
     "It's all right, just calm down," he said in a low, comforting voice.
"Tell me about it, that'll make you feel better."
     But Jill shook her long auburn curls vehemently at the suggestion.
How could she possibly tell him the perverted things she'd done?  She'd
rather drop dead!
     The Danish man had a shrewd idea that whatever was upsetting the
young American student probably had something to do with sex.  Her
breakdown seemed to have been triggered by the obscene spectacle on the
closed-circuit TV in his friend's office, and he remembered how agitated
she'd become in the sex shop day before yesterday.
     "Has some man done something to hurt you?" he asked softly.
     Startled at the way the tall blond Dane seemed to have read her mind,
Jill stopped crying and looked up at him.  For the first time she realized
that she was lying in his arms, but somehow she felt that it was all
right.  He was being kind to her, and he was, after all, the only real
friend she had in this foreign country ...  the only one who really cared
about her.
     "How did you know?" she asked, wiping the tears from her face with
the back of her hand.
     "What did he do?" Erik asked in the same calm, low voice.  "When did
it happen?"
     "Last night," Jill sniffed, answering the second question but
ignoring the first which still seemed utterly impossible to discuss with
anyone, no matter how friendly they were.
     "Well, whatever happened, you shouldn't think that sex is always that
way," Erik said, continuing to stroke gently along her still-quivering
body.  "Sex can be very beautiful, it's a natural thing for our bodies to
enjoy it.  And both of the people should enjoy it ...  I'll bet he didn't
make you feel good," he suggested, again guessing correctly.
     "No ...  no, he didn't," the embarrassed redhead admitted, dropping
her tear-reddened green eyes away from his piercing gaze.
     "Listen, Jill," Erik said.  "I'm going to show you the way sex should
be.  I'm not going to hurt you---I'm going to make you happy."
     Jill stared up at him again, her eyes wide and a troubled frown
wrinkling her smooth features.  She wanted to believe what he said ...
wanted to so badly ...  but she just didn't know what she ought to do.
Then a vivid memory of the way her unsatisfied body had felt when Dizzy
had left her lying there on the bed made her body tremble with an emotion
she now recognized as illicit desire.  The idea now fixed itself in her
hashish-confused mind that the reason she'd been so troubled lately was
merely the way her body had of telling her that she'd been denying its
natural needs ...  needs she'd only allowed herself to notice upon
arriving in this strange country.
     Whimpering a little, the irresolute redhead stared into the Danish
man's deep blue eyes.  She wasn't willing to commit herself by admitting
it out loud, but she knew now that she would not resist anything he wanted
to do to her.
     The experienced Dane could tell from the way her tense body relaxed
in his arms that she wanted him.  Quickly, before she could change her
mind, he began to unzip her silky green dress.
     "I want to see you naked," he murmured.  "I want to see your
beautiful body."  As he pulled the glossy fabric down over her smooth
shoulders to reveal the white-cotton mounds of her brassiere-covered
breasts, he felt his long cock jump into instant arousal, throbbing
painfully against the tight enclosure of his trousers.  Then, unhooking
the passive young girl's brassiere, he felt his breath quicken and beads
of perspiration forming on his forehead.  God, she had beautiful breasts--
-he'd never seen any quite so perfect before.  They were large yet
nevertheless firmly uplifted even without a brassiere.  and at their proud
tips the brown-encircled little pink nipples were already quivering into
erectness at the contact of the air-conditioned atmosphere of the modern
office.  Mortensen stared at them hungrily for a moment, then drew the
light summer dress down over her slim waist, flat belly, and firm-fleshed
flaring thighs.  Finally he pulled the dress over her long well-shaped
legs, placed it on one of the leather armchairs, and removed his own
garments with fingers that shook in anticipation.
     Jill turned to watch as the well-built young man tugged off his
clothes, her glazed, uncomprehending eyes mirroring the state of her
intoxicated brain.  She didn't know if what she was allowing him to do was
right, but she did know that she would not try to stop him.  Her mind was
helpless under the domination of her body's needs, and the bewildered
young student felt as though she were in the hands of fate, unable any
longer to control her destiny.  In a way, she felt quite calm ...  far
different than she had last night with Dizzy.  She knew, or hoped she
knew---that at least Erik cared about her, that he was trying to help her
as well as sate his own obvious lust.  Jill's eyes fixed themselves upon
his large aroused penis, and to her surprise she felt no fear.  Instead, a
dull throbbing desire began to beat deep in her belly and a tingle of
excitement shot through her aroused vagina.  Yes, she wanted this to
happen, wanted it more than she'd ever thought possible.
     The drug-sensitized woman felt the tall blond man running his eager
hands over every inch of her young body, from her long red hair to the
tips of her white toes.  Erik let his fingers flicker back up over her
slender legs to her white nylon panties, inserted his thumbs in the
elastic waistband, and teased them down over her now-quivering legs.
Every motion he made was slow and deliberate, and at each touch Jill felt
her body rippling with sensuous arousal.  It feels good, so good, she
thought, all vague thoughts of guilt beginning to melt away and then
vanishing completely as his warm moist tongue flicked against her
voluptuous body in tantalizing strokes up her legs and belly to
concentrate on her rose-tipped breasts.
     "Ohhh," she moaned as her taut nerves relaxed and her flesh seemed to
grow hot and melt under his eager hands.
     "It's good, isn't it?" Erik asked softly, sucking one quivering
nipple into the hot moist cavern of his mouth.  "Your breasts taste so
good," he added, the words muffled as he nibbled upon the taut pink
aureole.
     Jill moaned again.  but did not reply.  She was not quite ready to
admit to him and to herself how much she wanted him to do these things to
her.  But as his sucking intensified and strong bolts of erotic sensation
began shooting through her body, she heard herself sighing, "Oh, yes,
yessss, oh Erik, yessss!"
     Encouraged by her obvious pleasure, the aroused young man began once
again to run his wet tongue over her quivering belly toward the burnished
patch of auburn pubic hair.  He'd never before seen a pussy adorned by
such a color of reddish gold, and this excited him more than ever.  She
was really a gorgeous woman, it was too bad that she didn't seem to have
been told that until now.  Yet in a way he was glad he was the first to
discover the magnificence of her body; it filled him with the same hungry
urgency he'd felt as an adolescent, but he was determined to control his
own desires until he'd thoroughly inflamed this lovely girl into
uncontrollable passion.
     Jill had closed her eyes in pleasure, and then they blinked open in
alarm and she gasped as she felt his wetly heated tongue probing among the
sparse curling strands of her pussy hair.  A vivid picture of the porno
magazine photograph where the burly motorcyclist was sucking on the
ecstatic girl's hungering vagina flashed through her mind, and she felt
her own breath quicken at the thought.  Even then she'd wanted it to
happen to her, and now it was actually happening.  A delicious wave of
exhilaration surged through her as she gazed down in fascination at Erik's
blond head between her long, ivory-skinned legs.
     "Spread your beautiful thighs, Jill," Erik urged.  "Let me make you
feel better than you ever have in your life."
     After a brief moment of hesitation, the trembling girl did as he
instructed.  Her body, with legs splayed and naked breasts jutting up
toward the ceiling, looked so lewdly vulnerable that Jill felt a shiver of
shock mixed with erotic excitement at the Sight of it.  At the same time,
she found that she was filled with an ecstatic sense of freedom.  I'm
doing the most obscene thing possible!  she thought to herself.  Now I can
do anything I want to do---it doesn't matter anymore!  It was the same
feeling she'd had last night, but this time, reinforced by Erik's gentle
persuasion, it was far stronger.
     And then, as the muscular man's probing tongue licked a searing path
of pleasure along her sensitive pussy slit, all lucid thoughts flew from
Jill's already muddled mind.  "Ooooooh," she moaned, reaching out her
hands to tangle her fingers in Erik's thick blond hair.  She was no longer
worried that her actions were undoubtedly caused by the inordinate amount
of alcohol and hashish she'd consumed, no longer concerned with the
morality she'd relinquished, nor with her lapse of will-power.  None of
these things were of any real consequence compared to the powerfully
illicit sensations that were now madly shooting through her entire naked
body, and the only thing that really mattered now was that Erik continue
to make her feel this way until her pent-up frustration was at last
released.
     "Oh Erik," she mewled submissively beneath his hard-pressing body,
squirming her buttocks against the leather couch as she spoke.  "Oh?  you
make me feel so good!"
     The desire-maddened Dane responded to her words by Licking his tongue
around the tiny bud of her clitoris hidden beneath the moistened folds of
her throbbing pink vagina.  Her pussy's as lovely as her breasts!  he
thought with growing excitement as he urged the quivering little clitoris
into taut erection with his knowledgeable tongue.
     "Baby, you've got the sweetest little cunt I've ever kissed!" he told
her as his hands reached up to squeeze and knead the softly quivering
mounds of her naked breasts.
     His obscene words and the additional provocation of strong hands
massaging her susceptive breasts drove Jill half-wild with excitement.
Her body seemed to have turned into soft clay which he could manipulate in
any way he wanted, and this helpless dependency upon the man lying between
her legs called up again much of the masochistic erotic arousal she had
experienced last night with Dizzy.
     "Kiss it,' she groaned, the obscene words tumbling of their own
accord from between her lips.  "Kiss my vagina.  It feels goooooodddddd!"
     The handsome Dane could taste the redhead's pungent cuntal juices
seeping from her wetly throbbing pussy.  and he slid his tongue down her
hair-lined slit to tease at the warm moist opening to her vaginal depths.
For a few seconds Erik let his tongue linger just at the hot quivering
mouth of her vagina, then abruptly pushed his searching tongue deep into
the heated depths of her secret cuntal flesh.  Her pussy was as tight as
he'd hoped it would be and the trembling walls of her orally impaled
vagina tensed momentarily around his urgent tongue as she called out his
name in an ecstatic voice.
     "Oh Erik, Erik, Erik!  Don't stop ...  please don't ever stop!..
     "Don't worry, baby," her blond lover hissed back, "I'm gonna fuck you
with my tongue till you see fireworks that make Tivoli look like chicken
shit!"
     For another few minutes the skillful Dane thrust his long tongue deep
into her moisture-drenched vagina, savoring the bitter-sweet taste of her
cuntal juices as much as a wine connoisseur relishes a rare old bottle of
the finest wine He knew that she was hopelessly aroused now - he could
tell by the pungent taste of her secretions and by the urgency of her lips
as they ground insistently against the leather sofa beneath her.  The
experienced man was surprised at the strength of her reaction, for none of
the American girls he'd known (and not many of the Scandinavian girls
either) had been so quickly and completely aroused as this hot little
piece of ass was.  She s been frustrated for too long, he surmised.  Well,
no more!  From now on she's going to get all the loving she needs, I'll
see to that!
     Unrestrained animalistic noises were spewing from Jill's slender
throat as Erik continued to torment her ecstatically quivering pussy.  He
would plunge in with smooth strokes for a short time, and she'd feel a
violent orgasm beginning to develop in her loins.  Then he'd pull his
tongue out for an agonizing instant, wait for a moment, then swipe at her
sensitive pussy lips or her erect little clitoris.  Finally, at some
unexpected point, he'd plunge his searing tongue back into her hungry
vagina and the twinges of approaching orgasm would return, stronger and
more enticing after each delay.  The nakedly writhing young girl was
almost screaming now with lustful anticipation as her climax drew nearer,
ever nearer.
     Then ...  just as Jill felt her desire-drenched pussy begin their
first tentative spasms of her impending orgasm, a loud angry male voice
pierced through the room.  The young girl froze, her body stiffening in
automatic reaction as fright and shame flooded over her.
     "WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON IN HERE??!!" the voice blared.  The naked
couple heard the loud slam of the office door and then footsteps
approaching the couch where Erik and Jill lay sprawled in the most
blatantly obscene of sexual positions.  Two pairs of horrified eyes stared
in lust-glazed disbelief at the fully clothed figure of an obviously
enraged man.
     "Lars!" Erik gasped out weakly as he withdrew his mouth from the
wetly quivering confines of Jill's heated young cunt.  What was the matter
with his friend?  Surely he had enough sense not to interrupt at a moment
like this, and what on earth was he upset about.  Then he caught the
almost imperceptible wink of his old friend's eye, and he realized he
might as well play along.  Obviously Jensen had some clever scheme up his
sleeve, and in spite of his own frustrated irritation at being interrupted
at this particular moment, Erik trusted his friend's judgment.  Lars might
have ideas that seemed weird at first, but he wouldn't be a millionaire at
the age of thirty-four if he didn't possess some sort of unusual
intuition.
     "Oh no!" Erik exclaimed, playing along by injecting a note of guilt
and fright into his voice.  "Oh my God ...  oh no!"
     "SO IT'S YOU, ERIK!" Lars roared.  "AND I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY FRIEND!
DON'T YOU REALIZE THAT I CAN LOSE MY LICENSE WHEN THINGS LIKE THIS GO ON
ON THE PREMISES?  THIS IS A RESPECTABLE CLUB, AND I'M NOT GOING TO HAVE AL
L MY PROFITS GO DOWN THE DRAIN BECAUSE OF IDIOTS LIKE YOU AND THIS LITTLE
SLUT!"  The club owner was enjoying playing the role of the outraged
moralistic businessman.  The part was easy---he just thought of what his
stepfather, a respectable farmer on Jutland who had mercifully died before
learning just what his stepson was up to in the corrupt capital of
Denmark, would have said in a situation like this.
     "Get dressed quick!" Erik said to Jill, who was staring in mesmerized
bewilderment at the shouting man before them.  The blond Dane leaped from
the leather couch, and began struggling into his clothes, after tossing
Jill's pale green dress and underwear at her.
     "I'm sorry, Lars," she said in a tone of false contrition.  "I guess
we got a little carried away."
     "I GUESS YOU DID!  AND I HOPE YOU'RE SORRY!  DO YOU REALIZE THAT
EVERY WEEK-END THIS PLACE IS CRAWLING WITH STATE INSPECTORS?  WHAT IF ONE
OF THEM HAD HAPPENED TO WALK IN HERE?  WHAT THEN?"
     "Yeah, what then?  He'd want to join in on the fun and games," Erik
wanted to retort, but he thought better of it.  Could it be possible that
his friend was actually telling the truth?  He really wasn't quite sure
just what the laws were about clubs like this.  "I'm really sorry, Lars
..." he began, buckling his belt and glancing worriedly at the young
American girl who was struggling into her dress with a dazed expression of
abject shame on her flushed face.  Damn it all, he thought, I never even
gave her the orgasm I promised her!  He realized suddenly that he had come
to care very deeply for this lovely auburn-haired woman.  What had started
out as pure lust had grown into something far stronger, something he'd
rarely experienced in his nihilistic bachelor existence.
     "YOU BETTER BE SORRY!" Lars Jensen shouted in simulated rage.  "AND
YOU---YOU LITTLE WHORE," he shifted his blazing eyes to the cringing young
redhead.  "YOU GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE BEFORE I THROW YOU OUT!  HERE'S
YOUR TAXI FARED he handed her a bill, "NOW GET MOVING!"  The terrified
young girl took the money he thrust into her trembling hand and rushed
from the room, not daring even to glance at Erik.  In spite of the
powerful combination of sexual frustration, hashish and alcohol, her body
reacted swiftly and instinctively enough to allow her to dash pell-mell
along the corridor and down the stairs.  The club manager followed her out
the door and yelled at her fleeing body.
     "AND I WANT TO SEE YOU HERE TOMORROW AT EIGHT, THEN I'LL DECIDE WHAT
TO DO ABOUT YOU.  AND IF YOU DON'T SHOW UP YOU'LL BE GOOD AND SORRY, I
PROMISE YOU THAT!"
     The corrupt sex-club owner slammed the door to his office shut, the
sound of it reverberating like the voice of doom in Jill's confused mind
as she pushed her way out of the crowded building and fell into one of the
taxis waiting outside Club 33.
     If she could have seen Lars Jensen at that very moment, leaning
against the door of his office and laughing till the tears ran down his
cheeks, she'd have felt more perplexed than ever.



                            Chapter 7

     "Well, as you realize, Miss Duncan," the balding older man behind the
desk began, "I'd been expecting to see you yesterday at three.  He took
off his wire-rimmed glasses and wiped them on his handkerchief, an
unconscious nervous habit of his, all the while staring at her as if he
expected her to provide some explanation.
     If he does that again, I 'm going to scream, Jill thought.  Although
she'd not even noticed this mannerism of Professor Jorgensen's in her
first meeting with the criminal law expert, the agitated young redhead was
so distracted by his every movement today that the excuse she'd come up
with to explain her absence fled from her mind.  She could only stare at
him in confusion as her brain groped for words to explain why she'd not
been at her appointment yesterday, and why she'd not showed up today until
nearly six o'clock in the evening.
     "And I did inform you that my office hours are from three to five,"
the mild-mannered professor continued in a puzzled voice when it became
evident that the curvaceous young woman seated before him was not going to
reply to his unspoken question.  "So I don't quite understand why you're
here now."
     Oh Lord, Jill thought, twisting her hands nervously in her mini-
skirted lap.  She'd quite forgotten what he'd said about his office hours;
not that it would have made much difference anyway, since she'd not awoken
today until almost five o'clock in the afternoon.  In spite of the fact
that she'd slept for nearly twelve hours, the young female law student did
not feel at all alert or refreshed.  Her sleep had been punctuated by a
continuous stream of terrifying nightmares.  Now she found herself having
great difficulty concentrating on the awkward conversation with her
professor.
     There was a long pause.  Jorgensen cleared his throat, then began to
polish his glasses for the fourth time since the attractive young woman
had entered his office.  Oh God, there he goes again, Jill thought,
lighting a cigarette before she realized that there was no ashtray.  It
was obviously her turn to speak, but she couldn't think of a thing to say.
What does it matter what he thinks, anyway?  she thought irritably.  I've
got real problems to worry about!
     The gray-haired Danish law expert was being made nervous by the
girl's strange behavior.  What was the matter with her anyway?  Last time
he'd seen her, he'd been impressed with her confidence and ambition---but
now she was staring at him for all the world as if she were deaf and dumb.
     "Of course, I wish that I could devote more of my time to student
interviews," he tried again, unable to bear the tense silence any longer.
"I do believe in a close relationship between student and teacher,
especially at the graduate level ...  but there's the problem of time ..."
     "Oh yes ...  of course ..." Jill managed to say.  "It's just that I
...  that I ...  I've been sick ..."
     "I'm sorry to hear that," the middle-aged man said.  "What's the
matter?"
     'Oh ...  the flu ...  yes, the flu, I think," Jill hedged.  An inch
of dangling ash dropped from her cigarette onto his desk, and she stared
at it in embarrassment.
     "Well, I trust you're feeling better now," Jorgensen said, then
glanced at his watch.  "I'm very sorry, Miss Duncan, but I really haven't
time to discuss your work with you just now.  But perhaps you would like
to come out to my home this evening?  I was going to invite you yesterday,
but you weren't here.  My wife and I are having a hjemmeaften, a home
evening, for the criminal law students to get to know each other better
and to discuss our goals for this coming year.  And we've invited Kirsten
Nielsen, of whom you, of course, have read in the material I assigned you-
--to give a short talk about the specific problems of women law-breakers.
Do you think you'll be able to attend?"
     For some reason, his invitation seemed to agitate Miss Duncan more
than ever.  Her hand twitched nervously, scattering more cigarette ashes
over his desk, and beads of perspiration formed on her forehead.
     "No ...  I'm sorry, but I ...  I have a date," she blurted out in a
low voice.
     "I'm so sorry," Jorgensen said, polishing his glasses one final time
and then starting to gather up his papers.  "Maybe another time."  Too
sick to work, but not too sick to find time to go out on dates he thought
wearily.  That was the trouble with so many of the American students who
came over to study in Europe, but he'd had the impression from the earlier
interview that Miss Duncan was different from the run-of-the-mill female
student.  Well, he'd apparently been wrong.  "Sorry to have to run now,"
he said as he snapped his briefcase shut, "but Mrs. Jorgensen is expecting
me home at seven.  Perhaps you could stop by at four o'clock on Monday."
     "Yes ...  of course ..." Jill agreed.  She rose from her
uncomfortable chair and hurried from the room, relieved to have that
embarrassing ordeal over with.  But as soon as she reached the street her
sense of liberation vanished.  Now she had to face Lars Jensen, and she
knew she'd prefer watching Professor Jorgensen clean his glasses from here
till eternity if by doing so she could avoid confronting the manager of
Club 33.
     The troubled young redhead made her way slowly from the relative
safety of the university building toward the Walking Street.  Today she
didn't hold her shoulders and head proudly or march in her usual brisk
manner; instead, her feet dragged along the pavement as though she were
wearing shackles.  With every reluctant step she had to force herself from
turning and running in the opposite direction from Club 33, but she knew
that if she yielded to her temptation she would only make her situation
more desperate.  Jensen had been so furious last night that she had no
doubt he'd make good his threat of retaliation if she didn't see him
today.  Besides, there was the matter of the money!
     She'd gotten out of the taxi last night, still in a state of semi-
shock, had blindly handed the driver the bill the irate club manager had
thrust at her, then hurried toward the stairs.  To her surprise the driver
had come running after her, saying something in Danish that she couldn't
understand.  She'd stared at him so blankly that he switched to broken
English.
     "You have left the money which is yours," he said as he handed her a
pile of bills.
     She'd managed to thank him, realizing that Jensen must have been so
angry he'd accidentally given her a hundred kroner bill instead of a ten
kroner one.  But when she reached her room and counted the money, she
found that it had been a five hundred kroner note ...  almost a hundred
dollars!
     This was a vast sum of money to the scholarship student---nearly half
of what she had to live on for a month, and she was certain that when the
manager discovered his mistake he'd call the police if she didn't return
the money today.
     So Professor Jorgensen is having a speaker on women criminals, Jill
thought bitterly.  Well, I guess that s what I am now ...  a criminal!  If
anyone had told me that this would happen to me even last week, I'd have
thought they were crazy.  Now I think I'm going crazy!
     She reached the Walking Street where she'd strolled with Erik that
first happy day in Copenhagen.  She'd do anything now to turn back the
clock, but, of course, it was impossible.  There was absolutely nothing
for her to do but drag her reluctant body through the gay crowds of Danes
and tourists toward the little side-street where Club 33 was located.  It
was hard to believe that she had once been as carefree as the people
around her, Jill wondered if she'd ever be able to feel that way again.
     At last the auburn-haired young woman found herself standing in front
of the anonymous brick building housing the club.  A discreet gold-
lettered sign on the heavy door reading, "Club 33---Members Only" was the
only thing that differentiated it from the other buildings on the block.
Feeling as though she were issuing her own death sentence, the fear-
haunted American student rang the bell.  It was opened by an exotically
clad young man whom she recognized as the bartender in the downstairs
level of the club.
     tars is waiting for you upstairs," he said, his eyes running over her
curvaceous body with lewd insolence.  "You know where his office is, of
course."
     Jill flushed beet-red with embarrassment.  Apparently the manager had
told this man, and probably lots of other people, too, about the corrupt
things he'd discovered Erik and herself doing last night in his office.
Without answering the leering long-haired youth, she began to climb the
carpeted stairs, then knocked softly on the luxuriant mahogany door.
Well, this was it---there was no way of escaping now.  A protective
fatalistic detachment blanketed Jill's brain, causing her to feel
strangely detached from her surroundings and even from her own trembling
body.
     "Come in," a man's voice called out, and she did so, slowly closing
the door behind her before turning to face the all-too-well remembered
club manager.  Much to her surprise, he had a smile on his handsome,
lightly freckled face.  "I'm glad you've come---you'd have been sorry if
you hadn't," he said in a tone so calm that Jill hardly recognized it as
the same invective-shouting voice she been hearing over and over in her
mind all day long.  "Sit down," he gestured toward one of the leather
armchairs close to his desk.  "And have a smoke---you look like you need
it."
     Blinking in disbelief, the bewildered redhead sat down gingerly on
the edge of the chair with her body poised to flee from the expensively
decorated office at the first possible moment.  His unanticipated mild
manner made Jill feel more ill at ease than if he'd ranted and raved, and
there was an unsettling gleam in his steel-blue eyes.  The last thing she
wanted to do now was to accept the small hand-carved ivory pipe that he
held out to her; every time she'd smoked hashish, she'd found herself
doing things that she deeply regretted later, and today she already felt
so far out of control that there was no telling how the drug would affect
her.
     "No, thanks," she replied, shaking her head at the pipe which he
offered as casually as a cup of coffee.
     "Oh, yes," he said.  "I think you should."
     There was an icy commanding tone to his innocuous words that told
Jill she'd be unwise to resist.  "Well, okay," she murmured, taking the
ivory pipe and drawing in a lungful of acrid smoke, then another, and
another.  Perhaps that wasn't such a bad idea after all, she decided as
her fear-tensed nerves began to relax for the first time all day.
     The successful sex-club proprietor stared at the young auburn-haired
girl with a lewd little smile upon his lips.  His plan was working just
fine so far, and he had no doubts at all as to its final success.  Before
the night was over, he'd have a new actress, an actress whose voluptuous
body coupled with her air of wholesome innocence made her far more
attractive sexually than anything his competitors could possibly offer.
On top of that triumph, he'd have the personal sadistic satisfaction of
playing God, of corrupting this innocent student into a provocative,
cynical sex star.  And he'd have the additional satisfaction of teaching
his old friend, Erik, a lesson.
     Jensen was the sort of man who had to be first in all things, a trait
that had insured his business success but which also contributed to a
rather disagreeable character.  Not only could he not accept life unless
he was king of the mountain, he also insisted that all the people around
him must share his opinions and life style.  His basic insecurity and
underlying doubts about his ruthless pursuit of success and pleasure
compelled him to convert all those around him to his way of thinking, or
if that was not possible, to somehow use his power and keen intelligence
to harm his uncooperative victims.  So long as people played his game, he
was a good friend; but when they violated his personal rules, as Mortensen
had last night, Lars Jensen had to retaliate to salve his own wounded ego.
     The club manager had thought that Erik would appreciate the clever
way he'd fooled this innocent young beauty into thinking that she'd broken
some law so that he could blackmail her into performing for him.  Up until
last night, his friend had seemed as content as Lars himself about using
women in any possible way to gain his own satisfaction.  But when Erik
hadn't seen the point of the joke or admired his cleverness, Lars had been
surprised and annoyed.  Mortensen had been downright unpleasant, in fact.
If Erik had just been mad at his friend for interrupting before he'd
managed to fuck this cute red-haired piece of ass, Lars would have
understood; but Erik's obvious concern for the American girl had been too
much to take.
     Lars Jensen chuckled to himself now as he thought of the way he had
planned to show his friend that all women were whores underneath despite
whatever facade they chose to present to the world.  It was all going to
work so smoothly!  As the hashish coursed through his body Lars
congratulated himself for being so much more intelligent than anyone else
he knew.  Then he turned his attention to the voluptuous, half-stoned girl
who was staring at him in fearful anticipation.
     "Well ...  about our little problem ..." he began, enjoying the
expression of terror on her pretty face.  "It's a little more serious than
I realized last night."
     "Oh no!" Jill whispered, knotting her hands together in her lap as
she struggled to stay calm.  Even the powerful effect of the hashish she
had just smoked could not erase the dread that ran like an electric shock
through her trembling body.
     "You see, an inspector did see you.  He phoned me this morning to ask
what was going on in my office last night."
     "Oh no!" Jill repeated, visions of prison, her destroyed career, and
her horrified parents running through her reeling mind.
     "Of course, I couldn't tell him what was really going on," Lars
continued, drumming his fingers on the table as he spoke, "so I said that
you were a new actress rehearsing for my show.  But he didn't believe me,
I could tell that, and I'm sure he'll be back tonight to check out my
story."
     "Your show?" Jill asked.  Her mind didn't seem able to comprehend
what he was talking about.  "What show?" she said, dreading his answer.
     "That's right," Lars smiled in a way that turned Jill's heart to ice.
"You've never seen one of our live shows, have you?  Well, I think you'll
enjoy playing a star role in it, judging from your performance last
night."
     "What ...  wh-what do you mean?" the fearful student whispered.
     "I think it's quite obvious what I mean.  Either you are going to act
in my show tonight, or else one of us is going to be arrested---and it's
not going to be me.  I'll be damned if I'm going to lose my license
because a little slut like you was prostituting herself on my premises
without my knowledge!"
     "But it wasn't like that ..." Jill tried to protest.  This was by far
surpassing her worst suspicions---she was in a situation now that she
couldn't even understand, much less handle.
     "It wasn't?" his voice was cold with disbelief.  "Then why did you
take five hundred kroner with you when you left?"
     So that was the explanation for the hundred dollar "taxi fare" ...
oh, it was too terrible to be true.  "But ...  but I thought it was ten
kroner for the taxi!" she cried, her voice breaking as tears sprang into
her green eyes.
     "Well, you can tell that to the authorities, but I'm not interested
in your lies," the cruel manager said, feeling more than satisfied with
the success of his plan.  "But I suggest that instead of involving
yourself in a very messy situation with the police that you just go along
with my plan.  As I said before, I'm sure you'll like acting in my show
anyway ...  and it's certainly better than jail, even if you don't enjoy
yourself!"
     "Jail!" Jill exclaimed.  "Oh please, I'll do anything you ask ...
but don't let them put me in jail!"  Perhaps if her mind hadn't been so
clouded by the hashish she'd just smoked, Jill would have been able to see
through the loopholes in Jensen's perverted plan, but as it was she
implicitly accepted his words at face value.  "Anything---I'll do
anything, Mr. Jensen," she pleaded as tears began to run down her cheeks.
     "Good!  I thought you'd agree with me after I explained our little
problem!" Lars smirked.  "First, I want you to have another smoke, that
way you'll be easier to direct in the 'play'.  And stop crying---it'll
spoil your looks."
     "I ...  I never acted before," Jill said, choking back her tears and
obediently inhaling the pipe he handed to her.  "I don't know if I can
..."
     "Oh, you'll do just fine, I'm sure," the depraved sex-club manager
assured her.  "You look just right for the part!  Now, let's get you into
your costume---it's almost curtain time."  He walked over to a closet
hidden behind an enormous potted plant and came back holding out a skimpy
three-piece outfit made of soft suede and a pair of high suede boots.
"Hurry up!  Try them on and see if they fit."
     The drugged redhead took the garments, looking at him questioningly.
     "Where ...  where's the dressing room?"
     "Right here," he snapped.  "Hurry---we don't have much time.  And
don't mind me---I've already seen your naked body, if you'll recall."
     I can't stand this!  Jill thought to herself.  She'd never felt so
degraded in all her life, and her whole body froze as she murmured, "No
...  I can't ..."
     "Of course you can!  Or maybe you'd rather have me call the police?"
he said, smiling at the shudder of horror that ran through her body again
at the use of the word "police".
     Fresh tears sprang to her eyes, but Jill forced them back.  Silently
she slipped out of her navy blue skirt and then slowly lifted off her
striped pullover and pantyhose.  She picked up the skimpy garments, trying
to figure out how they were supposed to be worn.
     "Take off your bra and panties," Lars ordered.  And then when she
hesitated, he repeated in a louder voice, "TAKE THEM OFF!"
     The drug-dazed young woman obeyed, blushing as she felt his piercing
eyes surveying her naked flesh.  An odd little tingle----born partly of
fear and partly of something else---began to travel through her exposed
body as she donned the tiny halter top, suede bikini panties, and
minuscule matching skirt, then laced up the high-heeled boots.  Everything
fit perfectly, and the garment was disgustingly revealing, the soft suede
brushing up against her drug-sensitized flesh felt unexpectedly pleasant.
     "Good!  I thought you were the same size as Helga," the corrupt
businessman remarked, coming toward her to stroke his hands over the
tight-fitting skirt and halter.  The tingling feeling in Jill's loins
increased at the feel of his hands, she was beginning to feel completely
depraved now, and it was a surprisingly nice way to feel, her drug-
befuddled mind thought ...  This depravity in turn created a ripple of
excitement which, combined with the hashish and the utter helplessness of
her situation, abruptly brought her hidden masochistic impulses boiling to
the surface.
     "Now here's what you're going to do," Lars instructed, his hands
continuing to stroke the soft suede covering Jill's sensitive breasts and
thighs.  "You'll take this and go out on the stage, and then you'll play
with it for awhile.  If you feel nervous, don't look at the audience.
Just pretend you're home in your own bedroom.  The girl in this part is
supposed to be shy, anyway."  The Danish sex-show manager reached into the
top drawer of his desk and pulled out a pink plastic vibrator of the same
kind Jill had used before and placed it in her hand.
     Jill was immobilized, utterly transfixed by a lewd vision of herself
standing half-naked on a stage before a crowd of people, clutching this
plastic dildo.  Could she be hallucinating, was the hashish she'd smoked
so much of lately causing her to lose her mind?  How could this man
possibly expect her to do such a thing!
     "You heard what I said---now get moving.  This show's about to
start," he said in a cold cruel voice, shoving her behind a jungle plant
and pushing the horrified young redhead out another door.  There was the
distinct sound of a key turning in the lock, and Jill knew that there was
nothing to do but turn around and face the audience whose whistles and
sporadic clapping she heard behind her.



                            Chapter 8

     Jill Duncan turned slowly around to face the crowded semi-circle of
spectators seated in tiers a little below the low stage where she herself
was standing.  There was a round bed covered by some furry fabric in the
center of the stage?  and psychedelic-hued lights were flashing on and
off.  The terrified young American was grateful for the lights which half-
blinded her drugged eyes and made it almost impossible to see the
audience.  To actually sit down on the suggestive stage-prop seemed
perverted enough in itself, but Jill realized that her trembling knees
would not support her for very much longer.  When she reached the bed, the
colored lights stopped and loud rock music began blaring from a speaker
somewhere behind her.
     Now that the lights were no longer flashing, Jill was able to see the
audience clearly.  There were about sixty people in the small dark room,
most of them middle-aged men in business suits, but a few well-dressed
women and exotically-clad hippie types as well.  Most of the spectators
were sipping cocktails, but the long-haired young men were smoking what
her nose immediately recognized was hashish.  And there, in the far left
corner, were two uniformed policemen!
     Naturally the terrified young redhead could not know that Lars Jensen
had strategically placed two costumed employees just where she would be
bound to see them, and Jill presumed that they must be the police
inspectors the manager had warned her about.  In her drugged condition,
her mind leap-frogged from illogic to logic and finally analyzed her
trapped position; if she didn't go on with the show, they'd arrest her for
all the obscene things she had done with Erik the night before.  There was
no choice but to use the vibrator right there in front of all these
leering people!
     Luckily, the dope had the blessed effect of making everything seem a
little unreal.  Jill rationalized the entire thing by pretending she were
living through the most frightening nightmare of her life, and this made
it possible for her to turn on the penis-shaped instrument that the
manager had placed in her shaking hands.  It came to life with a loud
purring sound, its quivering motion giving her an unexpected feeling of
confidence.
     I'll do like Mr. Jensen said---it's the only way I can go through
with this, Jill decided.  I'll just try to believe that all these people
aren't here at all that I'm alone at home.  Closing her green eyes, the
half-naked young redhead leaned back on the big round bed and lifted the
plastic dildo to her full breasts.
     It was actually not nearly as difficult as she'd expected it to be.
So long as she kept her eyes closed, the quivering movements of the
stimulating vibrator on her drugged body relaxed her.  After the two
unfulfilling sexual encounters of the past two days, the young redhead's
sensuous body was immediately aroused and began to tingle with depraved
excitement.
     The cleavage of the provocative suede halter top was so low that Jill
had no trouble reaching her sensitive little nipples with the vibrator.
After running the lewd plastic cock around first one, then the other, she
felt her body begin a responsive quivering as thin fingers of hot
shameless lust sped from her fully erected nipples straight down to her
suede-covered loins.  A tremulous sigh rose from her chest as her desire-
swollen vaginal lips began to throb against the tight-fitting bikini
panties, and she began to slide the dildo down over her youthful, almost
virginal flesh toward the lustfully aroused area up between her legs.
     Suddenly a loud voice from the audience sounded above the music,
shattering the magic bubble that had been surrounding the drugged girl's
mind.  "Come on, baby!" the drunken voice called out, "let's see you fuck
yourself!"  A few other people began clapping in excited approval.
     How can I be doing this?  Jill's mind, temporarily cleared of all
protective illusions, cried out.  How can I lie here masturbating in front
of these people---how can I?  Yet inconceivable as it was, she knew that
she would continue this depraved act---and that she would even enjoy it!
The very obscenity of the situation excited her even more, and she knew
she was heading for that powerful orgasm she'd so long awaited.
     I'm perverted!  I'm doing the worst thing I could possibly do!  she
told herself, experiencing an intense thrill of delight at the idea.  Yes-
--and I like doing it too!  And with that admission ringing in her brain,
she lowered the throbbing dildo directly over the space between her parted
legs.
     "If you wanna be fucked, I'll take care of it for you!" a voice
shouted down at her.  Jill's eyes popped open in astonishment to see an
enormous naked man, who looked Arabic, standing above her, his long thick
cock standing straight out from his hair-covered loins, his lust-hardened
penis wagged menacingly at her as he took a few steps toward her trembling
young body.
     "Oh God!" she gasped.  The music had softened as soon as the big male
strode onto the stage, and her exclamation was clearly audible to the
audience.  "Noooooooo!" she cried, badly frightened.  Mr. Jensen hadn't
said anything about this---was this man just someone from the audience, or
had she been tricked?  Then, as he bent down over her and without warning
began yanking off her skimpy garments, the redheaded American girl stopped
speculating and began screaming in genuine terror.
     "STOP!  STOP!  OH GOD, please don't do this to me!" she wailed, but
the naked man paid no attention to her horror-stricken protests as he
ripped off her flimsy panties.
     "GONNA SHOW YOU HOW A REAL MAN FUCKS!" the muscular, Arabian-
appearing male shouted down at her, brandishing his huge cudgel of flesh
in one hand.
     The leering crowd.  naturally thinking it was all an imaginative new
act, began to roar out their approval.  "Yeah, man, give it to her!"
several drunken voices echoed, and others began to clap and stamp their
feet on the carpeted floor that produced an effect like that of excited
drumbeats.
     Then, before the stunned young redhead realized what was happening,
the dark-haired man had pulled her wildly thrashing legs apart and was
kneeling over her with his immense penis pointed straight at her cringing
little cunt.  She tried to struggle away, but his strong arms easily
pinned her back against the bed.  A second later, Jill felt the blunt head
of his immense cock pressing up against her hair-covered pussy.
     A moan of anguish and fear rose in her throat as she gazed with
fearful eyes at the size of his dark-skinned penis.  She'd thought Dizzy's
was big, but this man's seemed to be at least twice as large.  He would
rip her in two ...  or maybe even kill her.  Her physical terror was so
great that the drugged auburn-haired American girl didn't even consider
how obscene and perverted this whole scene appeared to the fascinated
audience.
     "No, you'll kill me!" she gasped out.  "No ...  NOOOOOOO!"
     "Tight little cunt you've got," the man sneered.  "But don't worry---
you'll be loving my cock in your belly before too long!"  And with that he
shoved his powerful hips forward and drove his blood swollen cock deep
into her narrow cuntal opening without a thought of pain or injury to her
delicate female organ.  If her vagina had not been so lewdly moistened by
her self-induced arousal, his massive penis would never have been able to
enter her nearly-virginal pussy.  The pain was so intense that Jill
couldn't even scream.  A black, star-studded cloud of agony passed before
her eyes as she struggled to regain her breath, and she held her violated
body absolutely still for fear that any move on her part might increase
the already unendurable pain.  His huge pulsing hardness filled every inch
of her widely-stretched pussy depths, and the massive cock-head had
expanded the walls of her aching vagina so much that she feared she would
never be able to walk again.  It felt as though a giant pulsating rod of
fire were slowly burning away her delicate cuntal tissue.
     "Shit, you've got the sweetest little pussy I ever felt," the man
above her groaned, mercifully holding his thick penis still for a few
moments to allow her to adjust to its immense girth.  He removed his hands
from her shoulders - there was no possibility of the pinioned girl trying
to escape now---and began to squeeze and knead the large mounds of her
perfectly-formed breasts and to tweak at the rose-tipped nipples.  Then,
as soon as he felt her slender body gradually responding to his teasing
hands, he pushed his huge cock even deeper inside her tightly clasping
pussy.
     "Aaaarrrrggggghhhhh," groaned Jill, hoping against hope that she
would pass out.  The dark-haired man flexed his male flesh a second time,
and then, seemingly satisfied for a moment, let his throbbing shaft lie
motionless inside the violated walls of her trembling young cunt.
     He stared down at her nakedly impaled body and then grinned lewdly as
his powerful hands left her breasts and moved around her back down to her
tightly clenched ass-cheeks.  Taking one in each large hand, the dark man
began massaging her sensitive buttock-flesh and forcing her to move her
hips in a lewd undulating motion.  Much to the anguished young girl's
surprise, the pain in her tight-stretched cuntal channel gradually began
to diminish, and by the time he again thrust his thick hardness inside her
vagina, her groan was more in pleasure than in pain.
     It couldn't be possible, but Jill realized that she was once again
feeling the depraved throbbings of desire deep within her belly.  The
Arab's penis was so enormous that it stimulated her clitoris to immediate
taut erection, and the resulting flames of hot arousal stimulated all the
young woman's latent masochistic excitement.  Within a few minutes she was
undulating her buttocks of her own accord, while the skillful sex-show
star once again began to massage and pinch the sensitive flesh of her
breasts.  Jill began to mewl in helpless passion beneath his impaling
penis's smooth, rhythmic, strokes, her desire rising with every passing
second.  "Feels good, doesn't it?" he sneered down at her.  "You like my
big cock, don't you, you hot little bitch!"
     "Ahhhhhh ...  ohhhhhhhh ..." the lust-maddened young girl moaned, her
long red hair flailing wildly around her passion-contorted face and her
body writhing in undeniable need beneath his strong, sweat-glistening
loins.  She was no longer conscious of anything except the potent heated
waves of ecstasy that were building deep within her cock-stuffed vagina.
The incredibly depraved fact that a crowd of complete strangers were
witnessing her obscene torment only served as a stimulant to the no
longer-innocent law student's insatiable desire to be filled with this
Arab's hotly throbbing male hardness.  Flaunting her own perverted
exhibitionism, Jill began to scream out shocking obscenities to the
powerful body who was so relentlessly skewering into her upthrusting
little vagina.
     "Fuck me ...  give me your cock ...  fuck me hard!  Hard!" she cried
as she screwed her trembling ass-cheeks up to meet each body jolting
thrust.  His long blood-engorged penis rammed to the hilt into her splayed
pussy-lips, and she could feel his sperm-inflated testicles slapping
against her squirming buttocks with a lewd sound that echoed throughout
the showroom.  "Give it to me!" she wailed, almost out of her mind now.
Jill could feel her orgasm surfacing now, each powerful plunge of his
throbbing penis bringing her a little closer to her long-awaited climax,
and she strained every single muscle in her sweat-covered body toward him?
pleading wantonly for his thick rampaging cock.
     The audience---even the most jaded of the sex-show employees, were
responding to her blatant cries of extreme erotic ecstasy.  They called
out lewd encouragements, savoring this unusual spectacle of obviously
unfaked passion.
     Only one person in the dimly-lit room was not exhibiting any
excitement.  Erik Mortensen stood just inside the show room, staring at
Jill's wanton exhibition with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.
His failure to become aroused by the salacious spectacle surprised him,
after all, hadn't he wanted the uptight American girl to lose her
inhibitions, hadn't he wanted to see her writhing and begging for
satisfaction?  But not with some Arab---not with just anyone!  his mind
protested.  To his amazement, he realized that he no longer desired the
voluptuous redhead.  He wouldn't be able to fuck her now if he had to.
     "I'M CUMMING!" the lust-inflamed young woman wailed.  "KEEP FUCKING
...  KEEP FUCKING ME FOREVER!" Jill knew in a sudden moment of clarity
that she meant just that---from now on, nothing else would matter except
this exquisite sensation of a man's penis pounding in and out of her
insatiable pussy.  Her law career, her family, everything that she'd held
to be important until now ceased to interest her.  All she wanted to be
able to do was to fuck and fuck and fuck ...
     As her explosive orgasm began, her drugged mind split open into a
thousand rainbow-colored pieces as her frantically clenching pussy spasmed
again and again around the thick pulsating hardness buried deep within her
vagina.  With muscles she'd never suspected she possessed, she sucked the
Arab's spurting cum deep up into her belly, abandoned animalistic cries
spewing from her mouth in her mindless ecstasy until she finally collapsed
in a limp, sweat-streaked heap beneath this dark stranger who had changed
her life forever.
     While the raucous spectators were still cheering and clapping with
wild enthusiasm, Erik Mortensen slipped out the door and stood in the
empty corridor with his head in his hands.  He didn't hear his friend,
Lars Jensen, coming up behind him, and jumped nervously when the grinning
manager tapped him on the shoulder.
     "Well, how did you like that!" Jensen gloated.  He could tell by the
expression on his friend's face that he'd learned his lesson, all right,
from now on he'd know what women were made of!  "Gotta thank you for
giving me the sex-star of the century ...  they loved her in there, didn't
they!"
     Erik stared at the other man for a moment, then turned and without a
word made his way down the stairs and out of the door.  He didn't hate
Lars; after all, even though the club manager had somehow tricked Jill
into performing in his show, he hadn't had anything to do with her
rampantly lust felt response.  Nevertheless, he couldn't stand to see
Lar's self-satisfied sadistic smile for another second ...  he had to be
alone.
     Leaving his car where he'd parked it an hour ago, the tall blond Dane
started to walk back to his flat, taking an out-of-the-way route that led
past the lakes.  He hadn't come this way for a long time---not since he
was a student---but somehow the calm water and peacefully sleeping ducks
and swans eased the pain he felt inside.  Strange new thoughts filled the
normally carefree young mans disturbing thoughts that he suddenly didn't
want to understand.
     "Oh, what the hell," he muttered at last, turning away from the lakes
to head down a brightly lit street.  "Might as well get drunk ..."
     Behind him, in the Club, the wildly excited audience was going out of
its collective mind as, with a lewd smile of gratitude - the young
American girl willingly sank to her knees in front of the Arab, and of her
own accord opened her wetly parted lips to perform only the first of many
encores to come ...



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