The streets were fairly crowded and she couldn't find a taxi so she began walking, trying to decide what she should do. She didn't know what the police could do to her, but Al seemed to know what he was talking about and she didn't want to do anything to jeopardize Frankie. She knew that she shouldn't go to Harris, but it seemed like the only way out. She had to risk a phone call. She walked to the nearest phone booth to call Frankie and tell him that she wouldn't be home until later, but there was no answer. She deposited another dime and dialed Harris' number and let it ring several times. She was about to hang up when he answered the phone.
"Oh hello, darling," he said. "To what do I owe this pleasant surprise?"
"Conrad," she said, her voice trembling, "I've got to talk to you. Something else has come up. Can I come over?"
"Certainly, Cindy," he said, his voice low and sympathetic. "In fact I'm having a few people over this evening and it will be a good chance to show you off. Come right over." And he hung up.
Her legs were trembling as she walked the last few blocks to his apartment. She wasn't sure that she had done the right thing, but she had made the call, she was, going over there, so it was too late now.
When she arrived at his apartment there were several other men already there. She assumed that they were business associates of Conrad's, so she smiled congenially when he introduced her around and then steered her toward the bar.
"What'll it be, my love," he said.
"Better stick to martinis, I've already had several already."
"Hmmmmm, it must have been a rough day. Why don't you bring your drink into the study and tell me what this is all about?"
He led her into the other room, patting her affectionately on the behind as she stepped through the doorway.
She seated herself in an overstuffed leather chair and kicked off her shoes, raising her knees just high enough to afford him a clear view of her long, slim legs and the bulge of soft flesh above her stockings.
"Conrad, I hardly know where to begin, but I saw Al again today, the fellow who first warned me about Flanagan and you. It seems that the police and the newspaper have some incriminating evidence about our relationship, the fact that I have been giving the money you give to me to Frankie and they plan to make a start on the case right there. I've never been in a situation like this before and I'm not sure what I should do or what I should say." Her voice was shaking from nervousness, and becoming slightly thick from the affect of the martinis.
"Well, that does present a new picture, doesn't it," he said, sliding his arm around the back of the chair.
"You know," she continued, "that you are the only other man besides Frankie that I see, but the way the police will make it look won't be good. I'm sure you don't want that kind of exposure."
"You're quite right, my dear," he said, leering down the front of her dress and taking in the full-blown curve of her breasts.
"Al told me that the police plan on getting to Frankie through me and to you through Frankie. You know that I would never rat on Frankie and that he would never say anything about you, but they do have ways of finding out things and I'm scared."
"It isn't the most pleasant situation in the world, I know," he said, speaking softly, "but prostitution is the oldest profession in the world and John Law does frown upon women making their living that way." He laughed weakly, hoping that he could make her feel more at ease, but his own mind was going a million miles a minute. He couldn't afford to be the only one to be known as her paramour, especially since he was paying for it. His image would be shattered, to say nothing of what they could do to him legally if Frankie ever talked to save his own neck.
"I'll see what I can do, sweetheart," he said, trying to console her, but realizing that the alcohol was dulling her senses and perhaps she wasn't hearing a word he was saying.
She got up from her chair and threw her arms around his neck and kissed him firmly on the lips.
"Oh Conrad," she murmured, "I don't know what I'd do without your strength. You always know exactly what to do."
He held her close and she could feel a rising bulge grow beneath his trousers, and her fingers closed lightly around it.
"Tell you what, Cindy," he said, breathing heavily, "will you do me a favor in return?"
"Anything you want… anything at all," she said, swaying against him slightly.
"Well, the men who are outside are very important people to me, close associates, and maybe we could give them a little party tonight?" His voice was tender, but she knew by the way that he said it that she had no choice in the matter at all.
"But that's what the police want to prove I'm doing," she pleaded, pulling away from him slightly.
"I know, darling," he went on, "but this is just a private little party and you know that you're safe here." His voice became more authoritative as he spoke and once again he pulled her close to him, running his hands up and down over the curve of her spine and resting on the full, soft globes of her buttocks.
"If you think it will be all right," she condescended, "but I'll have to call Frankie and tell him I won't be home till later. I couldn't reach him earlier."
"Never mind that," he whispered, "I'll call him for you and tell him you're doing me a special favor… for a special price… and I'm sure he won't mind." He chuckled softly and pinched her soundly on the behind and sent her out into the other room.
The men were all standing around drinking and talking among themselves when she entered the room. Their conversations stopped and all eyes were on her, mentally undressing her.
"Don't let me interrupt… please," she said with a forced seductive smile. "Conrad will be out in just a moment."
One of the men came over to her and grabbed her around the waist. "You're quite young… and so attractive. Where has Conrad been hiding you."
She knew that she would have to be nice to these men, so she raised her eyes to meet his gaze and said, "Well, he's been keeping me all to himself, up to now that is!" There was promise in her voice and the other men were now listening to her conversation as she teased this other man.
Her voice shook with apprehension and she wondered if one of these men might be a police inspector. Conrad did have some of the law on his side and many of the men on the force were "friends" of his, but she tried to block this from her mind.
The man's hand tightened around her waist and he bent to kiss the nape of her neck.
"Well, well," he murmured, "Maybe Conrad will allow us to share the wealth."
He had just finished speaking when Conrad appeared at the door, saying, "Of course, she is such a lovely creature, it does seem a shame to hide her. You don't mind, do you dear?"
She slid away from the man's grasp and walked to the bar.
"No, I don't mind, Conrad," she said quiveringly, "but I do think that I'll have another drink first." She was hoping that she could consume enough liquor so that she would not be fully cognizant of what was about to happen.
The other two men were now watching her as her hips undulated towards the bar and she poured herself another martini. As she bent to put the ice in her glass, her dress gaped just enough in front so they could all see the round, soft fullness of her ripe breasts as they pushed against the confines of the material. She looked up at them as they all stared at her as though they were about to attack.
God, she thought, how can I take on so many men in one evening, what will they do to me?
She gulped down her drink as one of the older men moved toward her. He didn't even look as though he would be able to make love, he looked too decrepit!
He was ugly. His lips were thin and hard and his nose was bulbous and veined, his sparse hair lay like a cobweb on his head, but his eyes were glinting with animal lust. His gaze was taking her in, prying deep beneath her dress and uncovering every inch of her flesh.
She glanced over at Conrad who was sitting on the couch and merely nodded to her that she was doing just fine.
"Give the boys a good time, love," he finally said. "I'm sure you'll be amply rewarded."
"Yes indeed," they all said in unison. "I haven't had such a young piece in a long time. This is going to be a real pleasure!"
Conrad went over and put on some low, soft mood music and hinted to Cynthia that perhaps she could start by doing a strip for them.
She hadn't counted on this. She didn't mind stripping in front of Conrad, because she knew that this stimulated him, but she had hoped that the room would be dark when she had to be with the other men. She didn't want to see their faces, didn't want to have to face the fact that she was just giving her body to men that repulsed her.
She stood there frozen to the spot for several minutes when Conrad said impatiently, "Well, my dear. Let's get with it!"
She had never heard his voice so commanding, but she thought that this was just because the other men were there and he wanted to show his authority.
Slowly she moved from behind the bar and began to sway in time with the music, rotating her hips sensually. She stood on her toes, stretching her body and throwing her fully rounded bosom forward as she reached behind her and began to undo the zipper of her dress. The material slid off easily over the silky sheerness of her lingerie and she stood in front of the men clothed only in her half-brassiere, garter belt, black silk stockings and sheer bikini briefs. An almost inaudible gasp came from all the men as they stared at the perfect proportions of her young, supple body.
She heard one of them say, "I can't wait to get at that!" The comment disgusted her, but she continued her undulating, and sensual writhing around the room. She raised one leg slightly and propped it on the chair in a pretense of straightening her stocking, giving the men a better view of the cleavage of her buttocks where the thin panties were pulled tight.
The men were seated at different points in the room, so she walked slowly by all of them, letting them ogle her curves and reach out and fondle the smoothness of her exposed flesh.
"What a piece of ass," one said. "Just look at all those lovely curves!"
Reluctantly, she reached behind her and unfastened her brassiere. The soft, full mounds of her breasts fell free, bouncing slightly as she walked. The nipples were pointing pertly upward as they became erect when they felt the cool air hit them. The older, ugly man reached out and squeezed one breast harshly causing her to cry out in pain.
"Let her alone," the other two murmured. "Let her get completely undressed."
The man released his biting grip on her breast and she continued her sensual dance. All the men were breathing rapidly and she could see the rise of their penises as she walked from one to the other. Their hands were rubbing impatiently on their thighs, stimulating themselves even further.
She reached down and unhooked the stays of her garter belt, affording them a glorious view of the firmness of her thighs and the bulge of her hips where they rounded out into the fullness of her buttocks. Her stockings fell loosely around her ankles and she stepped out of them, letting them on the floor where they fell. In just another moment she stood before them completely nude and voluptuous. The men stared at her for several minutes, almost in awe of her beauty, but slowly began disrobing. Conrad did not move from his chair, but just sat back and watched the circus that was about to begin.
The first man to get undressed was the horrid, older man and she felt as though she would be sick as he moved toward her. He reached out and let his hands wander wantonly over her young, firm body, devouring every inch of exposed flesh and pulling the cheeks of her soft, round buttocks apart and running his fingers deeply into the crease of her behind. She cringed at the thought of this disgusting man touching her, but she did nothing to resist.
She glanced over at Conrad, her stomach churning at the thought of what he was subjecting her to, but knowing that there was nothing she could do about it. She was completely in his power, to do his bidding, even if it meant entertaining his guests.
The other two men were standing over her, leering down, watching while the ugly one caressed her resilient flesh, waiting impatiently for their turn at her.
"Make her lie down," one of the other commanded the older man.
Without waiting for him to force her down, she lay down on the soft pile of the rug, her thighs pressed closely together, trying to hide her vulnerable spot. One of the men grabbed her ankles and forced her legs harshly apart.
"Let's see what she's trying to hide," he choked out, his breath thick with passion.
The other man knelt down beside her and ran his hand up the inside of her smooth supple thigh, pinching every inch or so, making her jump slightly off the floor. So far they had done nothing but fondle her and she was beginning to think that perhaps this was all they wanted. She looked up and saw three erect, huge penises bobbing over her body, throbbing with desire and lust. She had never felt so humiliated, so degraded in her life.
Finally one of the men, the ugly one, moved behind her head and began to run his fingers over her eyes, nose and lips, inserting two fingers into her mouth which was dry. Her eyes closed tightly, trying to block out the image of the face that was above hers. He forced her mouth open with prying fingers and she could feel him rise to his knees just in back of her shoulders. She felt a rush of air as his pulsing prick jerked up and down over her face just before he forced his monstrous, veined tool into her mouth.
"Suck it, baby," he grunted. "Suck it good. Lick it!"
She wanted to be sick, but she obeyed him, running her tongue over the entire length of his phallus.
"Look at her work," one of the other men stammered. "God, she's eating the whole thing!"
Her shoulders were pinned to the floor by the older, ugly man's knees, leaving the rest of her body at the other two's disposal. She felt one pair of hands run tickling up her thighs until they found the tiny pink bud of her clitoris. The other pair of hands were holding her ankles firmly well spread, like she were tied and quartered. Fingers manipulated her clitoris, rubbing it insistently until she began to feel an involuntary tightness grow in her loins.
No… no… she thought, I can't let this happen. I can't let these awful men arouse me. How can Conrad just sit there and let them do this to me.
"God, what a pussy," the man choked as he ran one finger up and down the tight, elastic slit of her vaginal passage. She could feel her juices begin to flow and when he inserted one long hard finger into her passage, she could feel the walls of her womb close involuntarily around it.
"Whew… she's tight, so damn tight!" he murmured.
He moved his finger in a vibrating fashion inside her until she thought she would scream, but her mouth was filled with the other man's huge, pulsing cock. He was rocking back and forth on his ankles, forcing his erect, thick rod deeper and deeper into her throat until she thought that he would make her swallow it.
"That's it! Keep it up! Suck it… harder… harder!" he whimpered as she sucked and ran her tongue over his fat pulsating prick. "I'm getting there… just keep it up!"
"You keep it up if you can," one of the other men laughed. "That's probably the first hard-on he's had in years!"
The man's chiding bruised his ego and he could feel himself losing control of himself and was afraid he would lose his erection.
"Reach around me," he commanded. "Grab my ass. Pull me into you… deeper!"
She reached up in back of her head and pulled his bony behind closer toward her face.
"Finger me," he ordered, his erection becoming strong once again.
Her fingers ran in the crease of his buttocks and she pulled reluctantly at the almost fleshless cheeks, searching for the tiny aperture of his anus. She didn't want to do what he had ordered, but when he felt her finger at his opening, he sat back almost immediately, forcing her tiny, slim finger inside his rectum.
"Aaagggggghhhh," he gasped. "That's it… nice… nice!"
She felt him impaled on her hand and in her mouth as he rocked closer and closer to his orgasm. The thought of his sperm shooting into her throat made her nauseous and her stomach jerked up and down as though she would be sick.
The other two men watched completely enthralled at the erotic sight, forgetting their own passions for the moment. Her body began to writhe and thrash uncontrollably as the older man began to wrack out his climax, shooting the hot liquid deep into her mouth.
"Uuuuuuggggghhhhh," she gasped as she felt him go limp and slowly slide out of her mouth. His penis no longer had the length to reach her mouth and it raked slipperily over her face, leaving a thin, sticky trail of sperm as he pulled away and collapsed backwards on the rug.
When he had finished the other two men began to tantalize and abuse the lower half of her body. Her legs were pulled so far apart that she thought she would split. Her thighs ached from the pressure being exerted on her ankles, the strain against the juncture at her hips.
Hands began to prod and pinch the flesh of her thighs, squeezing, hurting and she cried out in pain.
"Nooooo, not so hard… you're hurting me!" she pleaded, but this only seemed to excite them even more.
They laughed wickedly at her pain and she screamed to Conrad to help her, but he was no longer sitting in the chair, he had gone! Four hands were mauling her whole body, plunging and prodding at every inch of exposed supple, soft flesh until she felt that she would be one huge bruise. Two fingers thrust roughly into her dry, aching vagina, wiggling furiously until once again she could feel her own lust beginning to take control of her body. She relaxed slightly and whimpered, "Oh no… Oooohhhhhhnooooooooo."
"I do believe that we're getting this little bitch hot," one man laughed as they watched her try to buck away from their advances.
"Please… please… stop… stop," she begged, but they just chuckled wickedly and continued their cruel fingering.
The man who had been holding her ankles moved further up on her body and closed his mouth over the fleshy, round mountain of one breast, sucking lasciviously at the nipple until it stood up, erect and aching in his mouth. His tongue flicked over the pink bud teasingly until she was moaning abandonly, completely controlled and powered by the fire that was building helplessly in her loins.
"Aagggghhhhh… ooohhhhhhh," she groaned, while the two men worked on her. The other man removed his fingers from her now damp vaginal passage and began to tweak the erect little clitoris until she thought she would go out of her mind.
"Please… please…" she begged half inaudibly.
"Now she's begging me for it," he choked out, laughingly.
His hands held her thighs firmly apart and he lowered his face within an inch of her pubis and let his tongue flick out in snake-like fashion, just brushing the pink bud of her clitoris and scrape wetly over her vaginal lips and slit.
"Ooooohhhhhh God," she moaned, "Ooohhhh God nooooo."
He teased and prodded with his tongue for several minutes longer before covering her aching denied passage with his warm, wet mouth and began sucking loudly.
She thrust her hips up towards his face so that he would have better access to her open wound.
He was driving her out of her mind and she wanted a man inside her. It didn't matter who it was, just as long as someone was going to fuck her!
"Give it to me," she pleaded, "I can't stand it any more!"
Tears of degradation and humiliation were running down her cheeks as the words came out of her mouth. She tried to reach down with her hands and pull the man's mouth in closer to her, but he was just out of reach, so she grabbed at the head that was sucking viciously on her breast. Her eyes were closed and she was rocking back and forth in animal ecstasy when she heard footsteps just over her head. She looked up and Conrad was standing above her, leering down, grinning menacingly.
"You're giving quite a little party," he said. "I've brought someone else to watch!"
She looked up through the haze of passion and Conrad was motioning to another man to come into the room.
"He's just another friend of mine, sweetheart," he said, but the warmness had disappeared from his voice. "Don't let him bother you. You can be introduced later."
The two men who were making love to her did not even stop to see who it was that had walked in and continued their passionate, sensual rape of her body.
She closed her eyes again and let the animal instincts completely take control of her every nerve. She could feel the hardness of one man's huge penis as it jerked against her and her fingers closed around it, massaging it vigorously until he moved up on her and thrust it cruelly, hardly into her mouth. She sucked on it like a dying woman, like she had never had anything so good. Meanwhile the other man, who had been mouthing her moved between her knees and she could feel the hard length of his prick jerking spastically against her thigh.
She moaned weakly, trying to mouth the words "Fuck me," but her mouth was filled. She wanted that giant, erect rod inside her, deep inside her, hurting her, fucking her, making her cum! She wriggled her hips violently, begging with each movement for him to take her, but he was making her wait.
Slowly he moved up on her until she felt his steel-like prick pulsing against the moist lips of her vagina, prodding painstakingly at the tiny opening. She lifted her hips off the carpet until she could feel the purplish swollen head of his penis gently parting her pubic hair and pushing through the tiny ring of her open, wet pussy.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," she whimpered, still sucking noisily on the other's cock.
He could feel the entire length of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth while he watched the other man take her from the other end.
Her insides were on fire with desire and she thrashed up and down like a combine.
The thickness of his penis was filling her vagina and she could feel her damp vaginal walls close around the shaft with each increasing stroke. God, she had never felt like this in her life. She had never had two men make love to her at the same time and she was enjoying it!
The tightness in her loins was building to the breaking point and she knew that she was about to explode… about to cum!
She could feel an increasing swelling of the prick in her mouth and she sucked on it even harder, hoping that he would cum the same time she exploded. She was getting, a new, exciting, lewd kind of thrill from this obscene circus.
She felt his huge, erect penis begin to jerk wildly in her mouth and his sperm began to shoot into her, deep into her throat. She sucked it harder, hoping to keep his climax going while she jerked out her own.
"Oooooohhhhh… aaagggggghhh," she gasped, as she felt the walls of her vagina contract and expand around the monstrous, delicious prick that was worming around salaciously inside her contracting belly.
She gasped and the penis in her mouth slid out, but she was cumming and she could think of nothing else.
"Oh yes… yes… I'm cumming… I'm cummmmmmming!" she almost screamed, bucking her hips up against his pounding organ.
"God, she's hot… yes… sooooo hot," the other man moaned as he, too, began to jerk his cum far up into her belly. Each stroke drove deeper and deeper and he pulled her hips up toward him until her knees were pinned back against her chest.
"I'm cumming… I'm cumming, too…" he groaned, as the last of his spasms exploded deep inside her.
The three men and Cynthia lay exhausted, breathing heavily on the floor, trying to regain some composure.
When they began to stir, Conrad addressed the group.
"Gentlemen… Cynthia, my love," he said, "I'd like you to meet Fred Johnson."
He was referring to the gentleman who had just come into the room, whom she had seen while the men were making love to her.
The men got to their feet, pulling on their trousers hurriedly and trying to look presentable, but obviously embarrassed.
"Don't worry, gentlemen," the new man said, "It's the little lady that I'm interested in."
She looked up at him and then back at Conrad, trying to see in his face who this man was and what he wanted.
Conrad continued, "You see, Cynthia, since the police already think you've turned whore and since you told me that I was your only customer, I thought that Fred here might show you the ropes and get you a few more. We can't disappoint the law, now can we?"
She stared at him in disbelief, disgusted and completely humiliated by his triumphant smile.
"There is no reason why Fred can't share the wealth. After all, I owe him a few favors and I've decided to make him a present of you. You can make him a very wealthy man."
"But… what about Frankie," she stammered.
"Oh, you can continue to live with him for the time being, but believe me, unless you play ball with Fred, you will be in a world of trouble and so will Frankie. Do you understand me!"
She nodded and blinked back tears that were welling up in her eyes. So they were going to turn her out… turn her into a common whore… a prostitute.
It was almost ironic, however. She had never thought of herself that way, yet she had taken on the three friends of Conrad's and enjoyed it!
She resigned herself to his command. After all, she had no choice and maybe she could make some good money to help she and Frankie get out of this awful mess.
Hesitantly she got up and walked to the bathroom, taking her clothes with her. She splashed cold water on her face, hoping that she would wake up and find out that it had just been a bad dream, but she could hear the laughter and the voices coming from the other room and she knew that she was in too deep now to ever get out.