She awoke with a start, with a stifled scream in her throat as she sat up, rigid, wild-eyed. Almost as quickly, she groaned aloud and held her head with both hands and fell back on the bed. One swift glance before pain shot through her head and eyeballs told her she was at home. She fell back with a low moan. At least she was home, in her own bed. She was safe.
Her hangover was monumental. She had never had one before in her whole life and she wondered how she was going to get through the day.
Then events started happening. So much happened so fast that she almost forgot her hammering headache. A new kind of sickness was to overtake her: fear! In a few minutes Nancy was going to feel something not many people care to experience or know: she was going to find out what it was like to be blackmailed.
The door to the bedroom opened and Nancy gasped, pulling the covers up. She sighed with relief as she saw it was Rita. Good old Rita with a cold glass of tomato juice in one hand and a fizzing glass of Bromo Seltzer in the other. Without saying a word, she offered the Bromo to the grateful young wife who took it with trembling hands and gulped it down. Next, she grabbed the tomato juice and gulped. Anything wet tasted good. Rita sat on the edge of the bed and looked down. She seemed different to Nancy; a little woe-be-gone, a little defeated. Nancy assumed she was suffering from a hangover too. Rita looked down at her hands and bit her lip. Tears, like glistening slivers, welled up in her eyes. She looked down at Nancy and whispered, "I'm sorry."
Nancy put a protective hand on her own fevered forehead and nodded. "God, I've never felt so awful in all my life. Rita…" she looked up at her old school friend. "I… I don't remember everything. I… I guess I got kind of out of bind."
Rita brushed her tears away and smiled bravely. "You were just… carried away, that's all."
"I'm so ashamed."
"Don't be."
"Rita," she gripped her friends hand. "Promise me one thing. Promise me you'll never tell Allan. Above all, he mustn't know."
Rita looked away, starting to cry again.
Nancy propped herself up on one elbow, holding the sheet up in front of herself to cover her nudity. "Rita, what's the matter? What did I do? Did I say something awful or did I do something terrible?" She looked around suspiciously. "Say, how did I get here?"
Rita controlled herself. "You passed out, and Tom and I brought you home. You didn't do or say anything. In fact, the owners of the bar were a little worried when you passed out. They were worried about a lawsuit, so they helped us get you dressed, and Tom and I brought you home. I undressed you and got you to bed."
Nancy sank back on the pillow again. "Thank God."
"It's not what you think."
"Huh?"
"It's not what you think," Rita went on in a hard voice. "My life. Tom's. He was a different person when I first met him. Now… it's all different. It's not what you think."
Nancy was feeling too awful to fully comprehend what Rita was trying to tell her. "What do you mean?"
Rita was obviously upset and barely controlling herself. "Tom and me… it's not what it looks like. Tom is drinking too much and… he's different."
"Rita, what are you getting at."
Rita seemed grateful for the chance to talk. For the first time Nancy noticed how hollowed her eyes were and how her hands shook. "Tom found some weaknesses in me. He saw it. We make so much money, but we're always in debt. Tom says you have to spend money in order to make money. He drinks too much… and… well… some of the parties get a little… raw."
Nancy nodded. "Like last night."
Rita shrugged. "Last night was really pretty tame compared to some… parties."
Both girls were silent, looking questioningly at one another. Rita's hands were clenched together in her lap. "You see… Tom knows… well, he knows I like to do certain things. And… well, each client is more important than the last. Tom puts out money to make connections and the clients are getting bigger and bigger and… they want more."
Again, they were silent, looking at one another. Rita tried to manage a smile. "Tom uses me. Uses my body. He's going to use yours."
Nancy sat up in bed, her hangover forgotten. "Rita, do you know what you're saying?"
Tears welling again, Rita could only nod. "I need a drink," she managed to choke. She staggered up from the bed and across the room. At the door she bumped into Tom. He laughed and stepped aside, somewhat unsteady on his feet.
Rita ran from sight, and Nancy checked her covering and sank back into bed. Tom stood by the door with an inevitable drink in his hand, his face red and beefy, a drunken smile on his face. "Knock, knock," he said.
"What's the matter with Rita?" Nancy asked, her voice calm and cool.
Tom sauntered into the room, casually waving a hand, "You know how women are. Probably hung over. Say, speaking of little old hangovers, how's our little old star, huh?" He came to the edge of the bed and grinned down at her.
"Tom, I'm ashamed of what I did."
Drunkenly, he waved a hand. "Don't be. Was great, jus' great." He drank, winking at her and pointing at the glass. "Little old hair-of-the-dog. Have one?"
Nancy groaned and felt her stomach churn. "Tom, would you leave for a moment? I want to get dressed."
"Why?" he leered. "I've seen you. Oh, almost forgot. Got something for you." He casually reached into his jacket pocket and brought out an envelope. He tossed it on the bed. "Little something for you."
Curious, Nancy picked the envelope up and opened it. It was heavy with glossy pictures… snapshots of her. She gasped. There she was, stark naked and being pawed by strange men with tattoos on their arms and leers on their faces! Her own expression was one of drunken abandon and wild ungovernable excitement. She looked up, nostrils flaring, at a grinning Tom. "Any of those you want blown up, just let me know."
"You… you…" words failed her as her face reddened in shame and anger. "You… scum!"
He frowned then grinned again. "That's a little harsh, I'd say."
"You took these?"
"Thought maybe you'd like a little memory of a wild night. Something to look at on a long winter night. Something for you and Allan to enjoy."
Nancy stared up at his red, grinning face. She was too stunned and angry to say anything. She looked at the pictures once again. There were no negatives in the envelope. She looked up at him with real hatred and fear coming over her. Quietly, she asked, "Okay, what do you want?"
"Well, for one thing, I want another drink. Nice Scotch Allan keeps."
"Don't be funny. How much?"
Tom shrugged and looked innocent. "I don't know what you mean."
One lacquered fingernail tapped the envelope. "How much do you want for the pictures and negatives? You're blackmailing me, aren't you?"
Tom looked incredulous. "Me? Blackmail? Oh, baby, have you got the wrong idea. Listen… I just took those because I thought you'd like having them. Honest! Hell, it was just a joke."
Nancy looked at him dubiously. "Honest? I can have the negatives?"
"Hell, yes! I don't have them with me. Listen, I want us all to be friends! Blackmail? Believe me, that's the farthest thing from my mind. Hell, all we have to do is go on being friends. Hell, I don't want you doing anything that you don't really enjoy."
Nancy frowned, a cold bar of fear forming in the pit of her stomach. "What?"
Tom waved a beefy hand and was very casual. "I'm whipping up something for a client. Be nice if you were there, you know, just to… well, entertain a little."
"Entertain?"
"Yeah, you know. Fool around. Like last night. I wouldn't ask you to do anything that you wouldn't want to do."
"Tom, are you serious?" She sat up in bed, holding a sheet around her big pointed breasts.
Tom's expression changed completely. He went from a benign chuckling state, to a nasty seriousness. "You'll see just how serious I am if you don't show up when and where I tell you!"
"T… Tom, you're… insane!"
"Am I?" His boozy bloodshot eyes stared down at her. "We'll see. Listen, I don't want money from you. All I want you to do is what you're dying to do and haven't got enough guts."
"W… what?"
"Don't try to snow me. I know what you're like under all that good breeding and debutante crap. Listen, I saw you during that movie." His beefy face was thrust in front of hers and she could smell the alcohol on his breath. With a sudden snarl and a swiftness and strength that surprised her, he snatched at the sheets and pulled them down. Involuntarily, Nancy huddled defensively, putting her legs together and putting her hands over her breasts and pubic hair. Tom smirked down at her naked cowering. "See… I know what you're like. I watched you watching that Scorpio film. Well, I'm going to tell you something." His voice dropped low. "I'm going to stage a thing just like that. I'm going to set it up, and guess who's going to star? You!"
Nancy was speechless with horror as she tried to hide her defenselessly naked body from his contemptuous gaze.
He laughed harshly. "Okay, blackmail. If you want those pictures back, you'll do it. You'll do as I say and when I say it. If not… copies go to your husband, old Allan the stuff shirt, and copies go to the Board of Allan's bank. In fact, I'll sell those pies anywhere I can. That's it."
"You filthy scum!"
Tom straightened up with an easy grin. "Maybe, but you be there or explain a lot to Allan. I'm sure he'll understand."
"Drunken bastard!"
Tom looked at his empty glass and nodded. "Maybe. But you'd better be there when I call." He chuckled, wagging his head. "I don't know why I'm going on about it. Hell, you'll be there."
She flared up, almost shouting. "What gives you that wild idea?"
He looked at her for a minute before he spoke. When he spoke, it was with a voice that was quiet and easy, carrying the conviction of truth. "You'll be there. You'll come and I'll give you the negatives. But you'll be there, because you really want to be there. You're basically an exhibitionist at heart… an exhibitionist and a masochist… and an over-sexed broad."
Nancy was too stunned. Stupidly, she said, "What?"
He went on, quiet, confident. "You love it, Nancy. You're dying for it. Admit it, you loved it all, the motion picture, the men last night!"
"N… no!"
"You love it. I'm an alcoholic, but I know what you are, and you'll be there." He sauntered to the bedroom door and held up the glass. "Thanks for the drinkee-poo and I'll be calling you." He stepped out, closing the door, leaving Nancy to face herself.
And that had been the beginning of it all. The blackmail had started with that one drunken night. And it was as if Nancy Dodge had fallen into a quagmire of quicksand; the more she struggled, the deeper she went into the evil… and her torment and guilt knew no bounds.
Tom Nelson had been right. She had gone. She had driven to the estate of Fred Hartman for the first time and met Tom. He had been half-drunk and smug, sure of himself. Like he had said, she had gone. She had to. Tom was clever… he arranged the party to coincide with Allan being out of town. Besides, he was right! She was in a state of near sexual frenzy for days before the party. On the day of the party, she did housework and shopping, but she could think of nothing else. By afternoon, she was drinking and so horny and excited that she could barely contain herself.
She drove slowly, carefully, so sexually excited she could barely see the road. She told herself she had to go… she was being blackmailed. And… the very thought of being forced to do something lewd against her will set off a flood-wall of lust in her. The more she drank, the more reckless she became… just once, once to give in to raw lust and depravity… two men… other things…!!
The more excited she became, the more controlled her behavior. She was calculating and carefully dressed as she left the house. She was cool and remotely polite as she was introduced to Fred Hartman. She looked at him and didn't know he was a man who would change her life. He was polite and lofty… tall and thin and bored looking. Nancy noticed that everyone treated her with great politeness. Rita was no where to be seen, and the party consisted of only a handful of middle-aged men who looked successful.
She was led to a guest room where her every wish was attended to. She had a private and luxurious bath and food and fine Scotch to drink. A man, a servant and chauffeur that Nancy was going to come to know as Herman, showed her a cigarette box carved out of teakwood. "Hashish, mam. It would help if you had some." Nancy didn't… that first time… but later she came to need and rely on it.
She had a television set that Herman turned on. "Closed circuit," he explained as he left the room.
Nancy gazed at the set and saw a film of a naked young girl writhing on the bed. Cynically, she smiled. They were going to show her smokers, porny films, to get her in the mood. With a fatalistic masochism that made her feel depraved and excited, she poured herself a drink and watched the lewd and obscene conduct on the television.
They gave her all the time in the world to get ready. She thought they would come for her and rip her clothes off and drag her out to be ravished and raped. They didn't. They gave her time to think… and drink. They gave her time to look at the teakwood box. She looked more closely at it: a naked couple were carved on the lid, writhing together, their mouths sucking on each other's genitals.
She looked away and drank. They gave her plenty of time to get acquainted with her surroundings. They gave her time to watch the closed circuit TV. She saw a close-up of a naked man sitting in a chair. His erection was enormous and obscene. A young girl… very young… was obediently kneeling between his thighs and holding the shaft of his hard cock with her fingers. Her tongue lashed out and wantonly curled around the swelling mushroom head. Her wet lips played slippery tricks, sliding and sucking the very tip of the lust-thickened penis. The girl's lewd teasing was obviously having its effect on the man… he grabbed her head brutally with both his hands and, at the same time, savagely thrust his hips upward and forward, sinking his thick shaft of hard flesh deep in the girl's mouth. Nancy watched the girl's face as she closed her eyes and her wet lips closed tightly around the shaft… and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked.
Nancy drained her glass and turned from the TV. She looked in a wall mirror, seeing her stunning good looks and her wildly voluptuous figure that even her dress couldn't hide. She grinned at her carnage, slightly drunk. It was real… it simply wasn't real that she was here, on an estate, about to do something lewd. What was it Tom had said? Scorpio. The word sent a deliciously depraved thrill through her. Hastily, she poured herself another drink before returning to the mirror.
She stood looking in the mirror, taking in her own figure, turning this way and that. It was an incredible figure, fully developed… soft in the right places and curved. She smiled at her image again and was proud of it. She drank and turned to the TV. The young girl was naked now sitting in the chair. The man was kneeling in front of her and had forced the young thing to put her legs up on the arms of the chair. Her knees were hooked over the arms of the chair and her full firm thighs were obscenely split wide open. Apparently it wasn't enough to satisfy the man who roughly spread the girl's eagerly trembling legs even wider apart, forcing her to shove her glistening pink cunt forward to the edge of the chair. The man grinned lewdly and slowly spread the wetly throbbing lips of the girl's pussy before lasciviously burying his face into the hair-lined opening.
Nancy groaned aloud and her free hand brushed over her own stomach and groin. Lust crept through her craven flesh and nerves like a slow warm syrup… if she kept watching the screen, she knew she was going to become insanely horny. She poured herself still another drink and tried not to think of what she was involved in. She ignored the TV and went to the bathroom to see what it was like. It shocked her: the walls were covered with excellent photographs of men and women naked, fondling one another. Scenes of graphic sex had her panting a little. She fled the bathroom and had to look at the TV screen again. The girl was still in the chair, but now her head was flailing back and forth with an abandoned passion as her hips churned and ground wildly upward against the man's tongue darting, licking, and stabbing deep into her wantonly writhing cunt. Nancy moaned… just once… a sound of hunger and despair.
They gave her plenty of time… time to watch the TV and look at the teakwood box and the photos and murals in the bathroom… time to drink. They gave her so much time she began to think they had forgotten about her.
By the time they did come to get her… she was more than ready… giddy with drink and half naked. Already, she was in a lewd mood as she sprawled in a chair, one leg swung up over an arm, her dress pulled up to expose the white crotch band of her panties. Her dress was open in the front and her brassiere unclasped, allowing a good view of her beautifully rounded mounds. Her long black hair was wild and gypsy-like. She grinned up at Herman and Ben who had to fetch her.
"Hi."
She was actually ready to fuck both of them right there, ready for an orgy right in the chair. Her loins were hungrily throbbing, achingly teasing her. She had been alone for two hours, thinking of the Scorpio Sex Rites and of her strip-tease in the Cicero bar and all those greedy masculine hands all over her. She had sat watching the films on closed circuit TV and wondered if she was going to be filmed thus furthering her blackmail… and depravity. She had wandered back into the bathroom and taken her time, looking at each of the photos and murals. She had sat and watched obscene sex on TV and had time to think. Plenty of time… and plenty of Scotch. By the time they came to get her, she was in the mood for an almost suicidal orgy… one wantonly abandoned fling in her life… one time.
By the time they came to get her she wasn't thinking at all clearly… and she didn't care to! She was feeling!
Herman and Ben smiled at her almost maliciously as they ordered her to her feet. They grinned at one another as she slowly swung her leg down and got up, eyeing them with a wicked smile.
Herman cleared his throat. "Take your clothes off."
They stood looking at her with insinuating smiles and politely waited for her to strip. Nancy felt a certain kind of lewdness in their attitude. It was exciting stripping naked so casually in front of two strange men. With a shiver of promised delights, she wondered what they were going to do to her. She stripped very quickly down to her brassiere and panties and stood looking at the men defiantly, her huge breasts, heavy and as well-rounded as musk-melons, proudly thrust out. She noted the effect on Herman and Ben and was pleased.
Slowly, taking her time and driving both of the men wild, she undid the clasp to her brassiere. Her softly lascivious breasts were closely confined by the material of the brassiere. They seemed to swell right before the men's hungry eyes. They spread out wantonly… almost brazenly as Nancy smirked, seeing how Herman clenched his fists and how Ben ground his teeth together. She discovered facets of her soul and feelings she never dreamed she possessed… she enjoyed teasing the animals. Letting the tip of her tongue wetly lick her lips, she thrust her hips and pelvis insolently forward. She stood with her hands on her flaring hips, naked save for flimsy bikini panties. Slowly, brazenly, jutting her hips even more obscenely forward, she rolled the material of her panties down. They were skin-tight on her voluptuous body and she peeled them slowly down, the red tip of her tongue wetly sticking out of her mouth, her big beautiful eyes merry and impudent.
Almost sadistically… sadism being the other side of the masochistic coin… she peeled and rolled the panties down until they resembled nothing more than an inadequate G-string. Intuitively, she knew what would arouse the men even more, and so she slowly and insolently turned around, allowing them a hungry view of her almost naked buttocks and the lascivious way her firmly rounded ass-cheeks rocked and undulated one against the other as she shifted her weight.
She turned and faced the men again brazenly taking her time, watching the bodyguard-butler Ben wipe the back of his hand over his cruel mouth… her eyes darting to take in Herman's hand and how he barely resisted the impulse to rip her panties off her voluptuous body that was so tauntingly displayed in front of him. Nancy smiled, "So near and yet so far."
"Hurry up!"
"Why?" She mocked them, her eyes innocently wide.
Menacingly, Herman stepped toward her and, with a little irritating laugh, Nancy pulled the panties down and let them fall silently and softly to the floor. Hands posed temptingly on her hips, she stepped back and let both hungry men take in her lasciviously naked form.
Herman broke the silence, turning to the door. "Come on, Mr. Hartman is waiting."
Nakedly brazen, Nancy strolled to me door that Herman held open for her with Ben tensely following. She walked down a long hall with her proud buttocks rocking back and forth. She felt amazingly alive… every nerve in her body was throbbing with a wild implacable excitement and lust. She enjoyed being obscenely naked in front of these men and driving them wild. Passing a mirror, she glanced and noted with satisfaction mat neither man could take his eyes from her seductively undulating body.
The hall led into a big room full of cigar smoke and men standing around talking. A silence fell over the room as the trio walked in, Nancy with her hands impudently and provocatively placed on her hips. With a slightly drunken, superior smile, she glanced around the room. Fred Hartman, tall and austere, was quietly watching her, that almost clinical look of detachment on his face. All of me other occupants were men… Rita was nowhere to be seen… Tom was leaning heavily against the wet bar in one corner, pouring himself still another drink. His face was beet-red and he was very drunk… perhaps not even aware that Nancy was there. All the other men were older… in their forties and fifties. One man with graying hair looked at Nancy with an evil smirk. "Well, well, this is a nice piece of dessert."
Nancy stuck her tongue out brazenly and sauntered away from the men like a showgirl, her naked hips switching, her voluptuous ass twitching temptingly. The men looked at her walk and then one another, laughing lewdly and with a barely contained excitement.
She was helped up on a small platform at one end of the room. The platform contained a big bed and nothing else. The platform was draped by black velvet, showing off her naked flesh to every advantage. The moment she stepped up on the platform, the lights began to dim and soon she was alone, standing in a cone of soft light.
She smiled brazenly, not losing her sudden lewd confidence. She gazed out at the darkness, hearing the appreciative murmur of the men as they settled themselves comfortably around the stage. Dimly, she could see the tall thin figure of Fred Hartman settling into a chair right in front of her.
Then, something happened… something happened to make Nancy's insolence vanish.
It was a sound… it was the sound of a whip whistling dangerously through the air and culminating with a nasty crack – like a gun shot – as it snapped. The whip hissed again and again and Nancy's face became startled and afraid. It was going to be like the Scorpio Sex Rites! In all her lewd excitement and new found power, she had forgotten!
Swaying drunkenly, she attempted to leave the stage. She found Ben and Herman at either side, and the menacing expression on their faces told her they were in no mood for any more of her brazen defiance. She backed away, looking around desperately, trying to find a way out.
Before she could move, the black velvet curtains were snapped aside and there stood Rita with a whip in her hand!
It was almost as if time itself stopped! Nothing, no one moved! Everyone looked at Rita standing there so wantonly threatening, so wildly obscene! She wore nothing but high-heeled black boots that came up to just below her knee and a black mask that covered her eyes. She stood there with her legs wide apart, magnificently lewd with her fully ripened breasts jutting out. Completely naked, she idly swished the whip back and forth on the floor. Nancy could see Rita's eyes behind the mask… they were wild, mad, eagerly determined. Her whole manner was changed… it wasn't like Rita… it was like some she-devil bent on something wicked.
"Thas'h my wife."
It was Tom, from the back of the room, in the dark, by the bar.
The calm voice of Fred Hartman cut through. "Somebody please show that idiot out."
His drunken mutterings failed to change the electric atmosphere in the room… Rita took no notice. Nancy took slinking steps backwards, away from her… instinctively, knowing, sensing that it would do no good to try and talk to or reason with Rita. Now she understood why she had cried and was so upset. Nancy crouched and cowered, trying to hide her voluptuous nakedness, realizing that she and Rita were too much alike… she understood what Rita was doing and feeling!
Nancy's futile efforts to cover her quaking limbs and nakedly quivering breasts only served to excite her audience even more. Each person present realized they were going to see something bizarre and wanton… something orgiastic… they could feel it in the very still air of the room…
"On the bed." It was Rita's voice and it wasn't Rita's voice. Its tone insinuated a threat and the smutty promise of lewd things.
All Nancy could do was shake her head.
Instantly, maliciously, the whip snapped across the stage and cracked sharply next to Nancy's shoulder, making her jump and cower with fear. "Get on that bed. Lie down on the bed!" Rita's voice told everyone that she wouldn't tolerate any nonsense. In case anyone doubted her, she lazily flicked the whip sideways and the men saw the black whip snake its way around the incredibly well-formed and slender waist of Nancy. They saw her wince as the tip of the whip bit painfully into her tender flesh. She was almost pulled off balance as Rita jerked the whip back and stood… menacingly, sexually, with her legs far apart, her excitedly moistened cuntal lips glistening in the overhead spotlight.
Rubbing the painful red spot on her satin stomach, Nancy fearfully obeyed, crawling up on the bed and looking beseechingly at Rita who swaggered in front of her, grinning cruelly now that she had made the young dark-haired wife do something.
Nancy didn't notice Herman and Ben coming up on the platform… not until it was too late. She looked up and gasped as they seized her by either arm, grabbing her slender wrists in their iron grips. She was forced flat on her back and her arms were spread wide and raised above her head. "N… nnno!" she pleaded, not knowing what they were going to do to her.
She saw immediately. From under the bed they brought steel cuffs and clicked them locked shut over her wrists with a frighteningly final metallic sound. The other end of the cuffs were locked to the head of the bed; she was caught, pinned, trapped, lying flat on her back with her arms stretched wide above her head. She struggled, twisting this way and that, trying to get free. She only succeeded in knowing how completely she was trapped. Her proud young breasts quivered and spread in an obscene and inviting way. After a short struggle, she lay still, panting, her melon-ripe breasts heaving, while Rita gloated at the edge of the bed with her mask and boots making her look lewdly sexual, contrasting with Nancy's nakedly chained body. She snapped the whip around on the floor like a big angry cat swishing its tail. "Spread your legs!" Her voice was gloating and grating as she said it.
Nancy closed her eyes. This wasn't what she expected, she didn't want to be such a victim, she enjoyed teasing the men. She tried to catch her breath and think of what to say or do that would extricate her from this impossible position.
The deadly hiss and smack of the whip almost coincided with her fearfully wild scream. "Aaaaaaaggggghhhaaa!!"
Twice the whip snaked through the air, cutting at her unprotected flesh, and when Rita withdrew the whip, Nancy had a livid criss-cross on her slenderly smooth belly. Her face was full of pain and fear as, lips quivering and her whole body trembling, she quickly spread her legs to avoid further punishment.
The men in the audience leaned forward, little tight lewd smiles on their faces. The girl was trapped and being forced into something… it would be interesting to see what happened to her. Already, she had opened her long lithe legs obscenely wide, and they could see that she was excited. Already, the quivering lips of her tight little cunt were swelling and lewdly parting, revealing a glint of sexual moisture in her slit. The men watched as her nakedly voluptuous body trembled and she spread her legs wide, bending her knees slightly, revealing all her secrets, even down to the tightly clenched cheeks of her buttocks.
She lay naked and lewd, frightened, vulnerable. Instinctively, she glanced in fear at Herman and Ben. But they were backing off the platform, cynical smiles on their faces. Everyone could see a moment of doubt and puzzlement pass over her face. Then, she looked at the foot of the bed and saw Rita who had put her whip aside and crawled up on the bed, her breasts swaying heavily beneath her. She crawled up between Nancy's wide spread legs and looked down at the girl's loins, at the defenselessly quivering cunt.
In a flash, Nancy knew what was going to happen… she saw it in the wild expression in Rita's eyes behind the black mask… she was going to be forced into something perverted… they had her trapped and were going to arouse her until she accepted something unnatural and depraved… they were going to make her perform a perverted act… and they were going to make her like it!
"Pleeeeezzzz… noooooo!"
For an answer, Rita whirled and snatched up the whip. She crouched between Nancy's tensely spread thighs and had only to hold the whip up to subdue the quaking young housewife. She cowered under Rita, feeling the livid red X wildly seared across her stomach by the whip. She tried to avert her face and closed her eyes as Rita cupped her warm hand over her wetly throbbing cunt. She knew all the men were watching… she could hear them exchange whispers.
Obscenely, Rita fondled the tender flesh of Nancy's vagina with her cupped hand, stroking slowly up and down and beginning a regular rhythm while she bent over the chained brunette's spread-eagled body and let her tongue snake out to lick wetly around one erect little nipple. She let her warmly wet lips close over the berry-like bud, and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked sensuously. All the time, her cupped hand kept a slow massage going on Nancy's cunt.
The men sat forward, quiet, attentive, watching Nancy's body as the masked girl made an unholy assault on it. It became immediately obvious that Rita was enjoying her sadistic role of seducer tremendously. Her nakedly dancing breasts heaved with a lewd passion as she crouched on her knees with one arm above Nancy… her voraciously sucking mouth flying from one breast to the other, leaving the hippies wet with a glistening saliva. All the time her hand kept up a grinding motion over the top of Nancy's hotly pulsating cunt. Lewdly, brazenly, Rita's hips pumped above Nancy as if she had an invisible cock in her own moistly quivering pussy.
Nancy was stretched out with her eyes tightly shut, her face averted to one side, her nakedly chained body as tense as steel or harp string. Every muscle in her body was straining as she used all her will to resist the obscenely perverted thing Rita was doing to her.
She tried to deny the spasms of pure pleasure the other woman's mouth was giving to her breasts. She screamed in her mind so she wouldn't have to think about the smoky excitement smoldering deep in her groin as Rita's bold hand stroked her cunt… she tried not to think of the sweetly intense pleasure she was feeling… nor did she want to think about the wicked pain she was feeling from the lash… the whip had bitten into her and her body was beginning to perspire… the perspiration was beginning to sting in the red welts, and the pain was mingling, mixing with the pleasure… and the whole feeling was becoming something else… something darkly overwhelming… something soaring, wildly masochistic, throbbing, throbbing, throbbing in her body.
Rita abruptly stopped biting and sucking Nancy's breasts and sat up, looking down at her cupped hand over her cunt. She was panting, her ripely full breasts slowly heaving with pure lust. With one finger, she probed and slowly plowed Nancy's passion-swollen vaginal lips apart. The audience was silent as Rita's finger spread the naked young cunt and began sliding up and down the hair-lined furrow, its passageway becoming more easy as the finger tip was lubricated by Nancy's wild, ungovernable excitement.
The men watched as Nancy tensed her body and Rita leaned over her, forcing one outstretched middle finger into her wetly waiting pussy. The finger popped in a lewd, lubricated ease and sank in up to the second knuckle joint. With a wild grin below her black mask, Rita began sawing in and out of the defenselessly quivering vagina beneath her.
The men watched the two naked women, watched Rita's finger fucking rhythmically in and out, glistening now with the dew of Nancy's cunt-moisture.
Still, though, through it all; Nancy fought her feelings. Her body was as tensed as some giant spring. She would occasionally exhale her exhausted breath and inhale again, tensing her chained and helpless young body once more against the unholy attack.
Rita grinned sadistically beneath her mask and sawed in and out of Nancy's cunt brutally and wildly, determined to arouse the naked young housewife. She looked grimly evil and perverted as she bent over and spread Nancy's cuntal lips so every man in the room could see the wet, coral-pink flesh. The masked woman expertly and obscenely ran her thumb over Nancy's oiled clitoris, rolling it around, and sending jolts of pure pleasure surging through the dark-haired housewives trembling body.
Still, Nancy resisted, her eyes shut tight, her head flailing from side to side. Her body shuddered as she struggled not to give in to her growing perverted pleasure.
Slowly, savagely, Rita stuck two fingers into the wetly lubricated cunt and sawed back and forth, finger-fucking her obscenely while all the men watched.
Still, she wouldn't give in.
Rita worked hard, tensing her own sensually alluring body over the spread-eagled one of Nancy. She finger-fucked her chained friend unmercifully, building the rhythm higher and harder.
Still, she didn't give in!
The obscene sight went on for long lewd moments with everyone intently watching Nancy's face and body for the first tell-tale sign of her giving in to her own all-too-apparent lust. Then Rita looked angry, almost snarling. With a jerk of her head, she summoned Herman and Ben up on the platform. Getting on either side of the bed, they seized her ankles and jerked the captive young woman's shapely legs even wider apart.
Nancy called out with a choking scream that was muffled by the other woman's suddenly swooping and kissing her open mouth, the masked and booted Rita's hot tongue shooting obscenely into her mouth.
Ben and Herman bent her knees and spread her legs, even splitting the fleshy crevice of her buttocks. Rita, a depraved smile on her lips, let her tongue lick down over Nancy's neck. All the men watched as the tongue slid wetly down over the chained girl's ripely quivering breasts and traveled down over her silky smooth stomach and the livid welts.
The audience sat like stones, watching, swallowing, controlling themselves as they saw Rita's hungry tongue wetly licking the insides of Nancy's frantically jerking thighs. No one said a word as she slowly and gently placed her thumbs on either side of Nancy's wetly glistening cunt. Slowly, sensuously, she spread the swollen cunt-lips and looked at the cherry-pink wet walls of the girl's vagina. Her tongue poised like a whip that had velvet smooth strokes. Everyone could see that Nancy's body was tensed, trembling, waiting for the perverted attack.
It came slowly, and gently… and obscenely. Rita let the wet tip of her tongue lovingly circle Nancy's erect little clitoris. Her tongue gently licked up and down the hotly throbbing vaginal lips, teasing, lashing, wantonly provoking.
Nancy hung on as she felt the hot tormenting tongue licking around the tingling perimeter of her cunt. She hung on with her whole being until… trembling, a tiny moan coming out of her… she felt the tongue-tip slip lower, to her frantically quivering buttocks which were being held apart by Herman and Ben. She felt Rita's fingers slip down to further spread the pliant cheeks of her ass, and then she felt the tongue burning its wet way to her defenseless anus. "Aaaaagggghhhhaaaa!" Her cry was torn from her throat as the maddening tongue flicked back and forth over her tightly puckering little opening. It licked wetly up and down her fleshy crevice, and Nancy knew she had never felt anything so brazen, so wildly perverted, so shamelessly obscene – so exciting! – in her life! The searingly lewd thrill that twisted her voluptuous young body was like the dam suddenly collapsing… she gave way, tumbling on the flood-waters of an obscene lust too pure to be believed.
At the same moment, the masked and booted Rita sensed and felt her friend giving in and her head thrust forward, her tongue darting like some obscene whip as it lashed its hot way from anus to clitoris. The men in the room leaned closer and watched as the wetly licking tongue drove home into the warmly aching confines of Nancy's cuntal flesh. They watched while the tongue curled, darting deeply into the throbbing pink opening and then began tongue fucking the hopelessly aroused young wife who was chained helplessly to the bed.
A low, long animal moan came from Nancy's tortured mouth… her refined features were still twisted as her nakedly tormented body writhed and her hips began pumping up and down in an obscene parody of fucking. The room seemed to explode in excitement… it was obvious that the beautiful, dark-haired woman had finally given into her own lust. A depraved smile twitched on her lust-tightened lips as she writhed lewdly, encouraging the perverted attack on her helpless young cunt.
Herman and Ben didn't have to hold her legs anymore… they stepped back and watched. Nancy was holding her own thighs obscenely wide as she thrust her hotly clasping cunt upward, eager for more of the electrifying tongue. The men whispered to one another, eagerly watching Nancy's debasement for their amusement.
But there was more to come.
Nancy no longer seemed confined; that is, she no longer minded having her wrists clasped in cuffs and her arms spread-eagled over her head. Rather, she was enjoying the feeling as she wantonly twisted and writhed about. It was a deliciously exciting feeling, being so captured and so violated. Her depraved face was gunning ecstatically as the cuffs cut into her wrists and Rita's tongue darted, like a little red penis, deep into the confines of her shamelessly aroused pussy.
But her humiliation and decadence were yet to reach a climax… Rita was yet to be reckoned with. Rita, crouched on her knees, her hotly sucking, licking mouth locked on Nancy's frantic young cunt, her naked back arched, her gleaming buttocks sticking out so lewdly… Rita was yet to have her way! Her nostrils were flared as she breathed deeply, inhaling the warm perfume of her betrayed friend's vagina… her pelvis pumped with an oiled motion. Clad in black boots and masked she suddenly whirled like a cat… she was quick with a sensuously feline grace whirling quickly, her greedy mouth still feasting on Nancy's pussy, she turned her entire body and quickly placed her knees on either side of Nancy's head. It was obvious that Rita had done such a thing before as the two shamelessly aroused women were poised in a 69 position. Rita crouched above Nancy and clasped her nakedly spread buttocks, pulling the smoothly rounded ass-cheeks apart again. Then she stuck her wet tongue deep down into Nancy's wildly quivering vagina once more.
The men watched as Rita's hips moved downward and… Nancy opened her eyes to see the other woman's wetly glistening cunt and naked buttocks poised… legs spread… right above her face. The men watched, eager wolf-like smiles on their faces as the beautiful dark-haired girl eagerly lifted her head, her neck tensing, her red tongue out, as she strived to lick her friend's cunt hanging only inches above her.
Rita complied, lowering her torso and her lewdly writhing hips, down on Nancy's beautiful face. The two wanton women let their softly sensuous bodies blend together as they buried their faces in each other's pussies and began licking, nibbling, sucking at their unholy feast.
In an electrifying silence, Herman and Ben silently stripped naked, letting their clothes fall where they may. They stood on the stage naked, their thick erect cocks bulging obscenely in front of them. Every man in the room felt a throbbing erection… everyone was excited… all save Fred Hartman. It was impossible to tell what he was feeling, for outwardly, he was calm. Judging by his outward behavior, he might have been attending a mildly interesting lecture; he showed nothing. He was calm, collected. Also… nothing escaped his attention.
Herman and Ben both looked as if they had cocks that were going to explode with a massively lewd excitement. Both men looked down at the bed and saw Rita's nakedly writhing buttocks over Nancy's face and Rita's mouth voraciously licking the widespread cunt below her.
With a hoarse cry, Herman crawled on the bed. He crawled between Nancy's wantonly spread thighs and wedged himself up toward Rita's head. The masked and booted woman sensed his coming and took her mouth from her friend's lewdly churning cunt to look up. She watched with a lewd smile as Herman plunged his lust-hardened cock deep into Nancy's wetly quivering cunt. She watched Herman's long thick penis right below her face, as it began brutally fucking in and out of the desire-lubricated cunt.
Herman fucked with a wild abandon for about a minute, then wildly pulled his moistly glistening shaft out of Nancy's tight clasping vagina and stuck it, wet with cunt-juice, into Rita's eagerly waiting mouth.
Ben, standing by the bed, his excitedly pulsating cock in his hand, watched Herman's obscene fucking of both women. He leaped on the bed, his face wild, his strong arms holding his body up over Rita's. He looked down and saw her naked buttocks still grinding down on Nancy's stunningly beautiful face. He watched their lewd liquidy movement before he lowered his massively thickened penis down into the fleshy crevice between her ass-cheeks.
Rita felt the hot hardness of his penis and obscenely thrust her ass upward in invitation, arching her back and tearing her cunt from Nancy's gluttonously licking mouth. Nancy looked up to see Ben's rigidly rampant cock plow like a sword into Rita's wetly welcoming pussy… the same vagina she had just licked and sucked and made creamy and ready.
The men surrounding Fred Hartman watched as Ben pulled his cock out of Rita's vaginal opening with a lewd sucking sound and aimed it downward to slide into Nancy's excitedly waiting mouth. Each and every man watched as she closed her eyes in lascivious rapture and as her tightly availed lips began sucking sensuously.
The defilement of both women was completely and brazenly displayed. Both men fucked with wild abandon, fucking cunt and mouth alternately. The girls behaved like depraved animals… they were truly mindless with lust as they fought to lick each other's cunts and suck cocks at the same time. Insanely, Nancy would reach up and grip Rita's wantonly writhing buttocks. Her nails dug into the snowy soft flesh of her friend's ass-cheeks, and she held her tightly in place while she watched Ben's cock flying into the cunt right in front of her face. Both girls were insanely excited by the sight of the other being fucked so humiliatingly in front of a crowd of strange men.
Wild with lust, both women fought to suck cocks. The scene grew wilder and wilder as sweating bodies writhed obscenely with all shame forgotten. With greedy looks the men switched girls, moving around on the bed so that Herman tucked Rita's cunt and Nancy's availed wet lips, and Ben enjoyed Rita's eager mouth and Nancy's invitingly spread pussy.
The party was beginning to get out of control as men in the audience stood up and stripped off their clothing, never taking their eyes from the writhing foursome on the bed.
Naked bodies piled on the bed, erect cocks throbbing for action. Nancy found herself being pulled and tugged around and found herself with three men, surrounding her, their brutal hands probing and fondling her nakedly aroused flesh, their cocks sticking in her cunt and mouth and even sliding painfully up her forever-stretched rectum. Her eyes rolled wildly as she saw Rita being mauled by three men at the same time.
The room was wild with excitement… and through it all sat the single, solitary, lone form of Fred Hartman. He sat alone, still watching… he watched men and women writhing in uncontrolled obscenity. He had planned the whole thing.