Laura watched her husband replace the microphone on the stand and bow to the audience. Many people in the large cabaret closed stood and applauded and Laura felt the tears filling her eyes. It's so rotten, she thought, he's the greatest singer in the world and he's being torn apart by that bastard Vito!
She began to wonder what would happen if she ran up onto the stage and told everyone in the audience what the gambler was doing to Johnny and her – if she made Johnny take off his shirt and show them the great, raw bruises that covered his chest and ribs. And then she remembered what she had read lately about human apathy, about crowds standing by in New York and watching a woman get raped and killed, the bystanders doing nothing because they "didn't want to get involved". Damn them, if she told them about Deke Vito the audience would probably just get up and leave mumbling something about it being someone else's problem.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Harry, the bartender, as he reminded her that it was almost eight-thirty.
"Mrs. Dutton, are you crying?" There was genuine concern in his voice as he stared at the pain-stricken expression on the young girls' face. "Is something wrong, is there anything I can do?"
"What? Oh, Harry, no, there's nothing… I'll tell you about it someday. I promise I'll tell someone!" she said cryptically.
He looked wonderingly after her as she abruptly left the bar and walked toward the elevator. It's Deke Vito, he guessed correctly. I'll bet that son-of-a-bitch finally got to her.
As he walked back down to the customer at the other end of the bar he hoped he was wrong. Harry was one of the few people in the casino who was aware of Deke Vito's activities. The bartender had been working that same bar for so long that there was very little that went on in the club that didn't eventually reach his ears.
I'm sure it is, he thought again, Vito's probably holding Johnny's gambling over her head and making her work for him. I sure like that little girl, and if I find out that that bastard's putting the screws to her – maybe I'll return the favor. Yeah, maybe I'll tell Laura Dutton a few things that could be very embarrassing for Deke Vito.
The bartender went back to work, but as he did he made a resolution to himself to talk to the singer's wife and find out if his suspicions were correct.
A bartender is forced to turn a sympathetic ear to most of his customers, and many of the girls that had worked through the years for Deke Vito had stopped in at some time or another to cry on Harry's shoulder. Harry had listened to what the girls were forced to do, and he'd also found that Deke Vito had a weakness. The bartender knew that the casino, Mr. Mornay in fact, paid for the girl's services whenever they were sent up to one of the big-time gamblers – but Harry also found out that Deke Vito had been cheating the casino. He'd told Mornay the girls charged one price and then made a substantial cut off the top before he gave the girls a smaller amount.
Harry knew that information relayed to Mr. Mornay could make things very unpleasant for Deke Vito and had saved it in case the gambler ever tried to make things rough for him. And, now he'd decided that if Vito was hurting Laura Dutton it might be the time to pass along a few facts to the casino owner.
He had no doubts about what Vito would do to him if he found out where the information had come from, but he'd watched what that greasy sonofabitch had done to too many young, innocent girts… married or not.
Laura's mind was numb with anger and pain as she stepped out of the elevator on the top floor. She took a tissue out of her purse and wiped the tears from her eyes and touched up her make-up before she rang the doorbell at Mornay's suite.
I don't care so much anymore about those photographs, she thought, I just can't let him hurt Johnny. I'll do what I have to, but I'm going to find some way to get back at that bastard. I wonder what sort of treat that greasy pig has in store for me tonight. I'll get him. Oh God, I swear I'll get him!
It was Black Jack again who took her coat as she stepped into the huge living room. It's strange, she thought as she looked at the giant Negro. Even after what happened that first night, somehow I feel he's my friend. The only one I have up here.
She smiled at him, "Good evening, Black Jack."
"Good evening, Missy." That great rumbling voice was so low that no one else in the room could have heard it. Laura wondered it she was still the only one that had ever heard him speak.
She was a little surprised by the scene before her. Laura had thought that she would be the only one up there tonight, but there were about ten other girls talking and drinking, some of them she recognized from the last time she walked into this room.
"Black Jack, please make me a drink. A strong one!" She turned to the huge man. "What does the greasy bastard have planned for this evening?"
"Another party, Missy. Another bad party." He took her elbow and led her to the bar. Silently, he mixed her a drink and then as he handed it to her: "Take care of yourself, Missus Dutton."
"Hey, girls. Look! Look at the new one."
Laura heard the woman's strident voice, and then saw everyone's eyes on her. She tried to return their stares calmly but felt the chills run down her back and felt the weakness beginning in her knees. Finally, she turned her back to them and tried to collect her thoughts as the sipped her drink.
How was the going to do it, she thought. Whatever "IT" was. Laura didn't know exactly what was expected from her. She hadn't seen any men yet, not even Vito, but she knew that pretty soon that would change. What do they do, I wonder, herd the lechers in like cattle for feeding?
She turned at the touch of her shoulder. A girl had tapped her, a beautiful blonde girl who looked about twenty-two.
"Hi. I'm Rita, what's your name?"
"Laura… I mean…"
"That's all right, Laura. We don't really care what your real name is. Nobody ever uses their real name."
Laura sensed the warmth and friendliness in the girl's voice. It made her feel a little better, and she relaxed as the girl took her arm.
"Come on. Let's sit down."
She followed the girl over to the couch, feeling a small laugh inside as she wanted to ask what a nice girl like her was doing in a place like this.
"You're new, aren't you?" the girl asked her casually as she raised her glass in a toast.
"Yes, I've never been to a party like this before." There was a tremor in her voice as she spoke.
"Hey, you're scared, aren't you. How in the world did Vito ever get you to… well, never mind, it's none of my business." The girl, Rita, nodded to Black Jack to bring them another drink. "Listen, don't worry, there's nothing to be afraid of."
"Rita, what do they do? What happens here later on?" Laura forced herself to ask almost fearful of what the answer was going to be.
The girl laughed. "Well, other than the obvious, nothing much. We just stand around for a while and watch the tricks gamble, and tell them how brilliant and handsome they are."
"Where do they come from, the men, I mean. Who are they?"
"Gamblers mostly. Or some special friend of Vito's or Mornay." She paused. "And actors too. Hey, guess who I was with last time?" Rita actually seemed to be waiting for her to guess, then she added very proudly: "Hal Wilson!"
Laura was a little surprised at the mention of the legendary financier, then the girl continued: "I was so surprised when he picked me. Imagine… Hal Wilson! And you wouldn'ta believed it, he was so nice. Wow! And afterwards, that man sure knew how to play in the sack. I was beginning to feel like an acrobat."
Laura listened as the blonde girl went into great detail about her adventures with Wilson.
"… and we were in the big bedroom, the one with the round bed… you probably haven't seen it yet… and…"
Laura almost stopped her to tell her she was wrong, that she had photos to prove it, but the girl was completely engrossed in her story.
"… and, then he wanted another girl, Lily – and she came in too." She went on to describe what had happened with the three of them, finally finishing as she pulled Laura over and whispered softly: "But he told me afterwards I was the best. Don't tell Lily, but he called her a whore!"
Laura laughed, and saw the puzzled look in the girl's eyes. She knew the girl wanted to ask her why she'd laughed but they were interrupted by the sound of the door opening.
"Come on, Black Jack, pour the girls some more champagne. We want to have a lively little party tonight, don't we girls?" Deke Vito's voice hushed the feminine chatter around the room and no one answered him.
At least, Laura thought, I'm not the only one that doesn't like him. While Vito walked around talking to each of the girls and patting or pinching them, it gave her a chance to take a closer look at the other women in the room.
It's strange, just like the other night. They all look alike; short or tall, blonde or brunette, they all look and sound the same. And I guess this must be the cream of the crop, she thought. All of them really are extraordinarily beautiful.
"Laura, baby. I'm so glad you could come."
That bastard!
"Girls, I want you to meet Laura. I thought it was time to give you a little competition. Remember when you used to look like that? You bags are all getting tired and worn out."
Laura saw the others stare at her, even felt the girl stiffen at her side, and knew that Vito had just made a lot of enemies for her. It was true, she thought, that I do look a little better than they do – or at least, not as hard and brassy – but I wish he hadn't said anything.
As the giant Negro poured champagne in everyone's glasses the talk picked up again, and the nattily dressed gambler walked over to the couch.
"Yeah, Laura, baby, I'm glad you made it. Buzz off, kid," he waved a hand at the girl sitting beside her.
"I figured when you saw those pictures you might decide to join us." He stopped, and then continued: "and I'm sorry about Johnny, but don't worry. You two stay in line and he won't get hurt anymore."
She turned her head away from him. She knew that if she had to look at his fat oily face she wouldn't be able to control her anger.
Finally, he grabbed her chin brutally and spun her head around.
"You bitch! You listen to me when I'm talking, understand?" He sneered contemptuously. "Maybe I'll be able to think of something special for you tonight to teach you your place!"
He checked his watch angrily and walked away from her. Laura watched him, wondering what he'd meant by his last remark, and held up her drink for Black Jack to refill it.
She was watching the door several minutes later, waiting for the 'guests' to arrive, when it opened and a tall grey-haired man walked in. She heard one man deferentially call him Mr. Mornay and watched him survey the room. His eyes touched hers momentarily before he walked over to join Deke Vito.
They talked for a while, apparently going over the plans for the party, and then the gambler brought him over to the couch.
"Mr. Mornay," Vito said servilely, "this is Laura, the new one you asked me about."
"Hello, Laura, it's a pleasure to meet you." She was surprised at the warmth in his voice. Strangely enough, he seems to mean it, she thought.
"Thank you." But he had already walked off with Vito to talk to someone else. Then she saw him leave a few minutes later.
During the next hour the door seemed to open continuously, and soon the room was quite crowded. There was a lot of liquor and laughter and it seemed like any other cocktail party Laura had been to, except for the gambling in the other room and the sprinkling of famous florid faces she recognized from newspapers and magazines.
Actually, it was quite pleasant. No one had made any unusual advances toward her and the men that had spoken to her seemed very polite. But, she could feel a strange tenseness or excitement in the smoke-filled air and she knew it wouldn't be very long before the atmosphere changed. I wonder how they do it, she thought, do they just come up and grab you by the arm and drag you into a bedroom?
She wandered from one room to the other, catching Black Jack each time and having her drink refilled. She was fascinated by the gambling in Mornay's private casino. Laura had never seen such large sums of money cross the tables and finally stopped trying to count the size of the bets.
Nobody seemed to worry about money at all. The men just laughed as the dealers or croupiers raked in the large stacks of chips and then the men replaced them with another just as large or larger. She realized that most of the girls had more or less attached themselves to one of the gamblers, and she watched them as they giggled at the hands that were beneath their skirts or brushing across their breasts.
There were several men there that were either too old or too intent on their gambling to pay any attention to all the feminine pulchritude around them, but Laura knew that unless she kept moving from one room to another she wouldn't be able to avoid being latched onto herself.
The girls all seemed to be drinking champagne and the men bourbon or scotch, but she finally decided that the champagne was too slow in bringing her the alcoholic numbness she was searching for. She switched to straight brandy, and soon, she began to feel a little more at ease.
Even when one of the more obnoxious men pinched her painfully on the rear she was able to laugh it off coyly and escape from him as he turned momentarily back to his betting.
The party was already several hours old before she began to notice the change coming over the crowd. The betting began to get more reckless and the laughing and shouting increased to a deafening roar. She recognized the glazed drunkenness that was settling over the gamblers and the girls, and the two cocktail waiters were hard put trying to keep up with all the shouted calls for drinks.
The brandy was working very well and she, too, was getting a little unsteady on her feet and could feel a slight numbness in her tongue.
She flinched at a sudden touch at her elbow, and turned to look into the grinning face of Deke Vito.
"Laura, baby, don't look so sad." He spoke to her in a soft voice that was strangely gentle. "Laura, it'll be easier for you… I mean, this being your first party like this… if you'll have several drinks."
She started to point at the brandy in her hand when he took the glass and replaced it with another.
"Here, this is imported. It's a little stronger and it'll make you feel a little better."
She took the glass without arguing, wondering at the change that had come over him. He left her after patting her on the shoulder, and she tasted the drink. It had a slightly reminiscent flavor, but she couldn't remember where she'd tasted it before.
She stood there sipping at her drink, and after a few minutes she felt a great lassitude slipping over her. The liquor made her feel so warm and alive. Swaying slightly to the rhythm of the music, she watched the enlivened crowd at the tables. Though she stood only a few feet from them she felt as if she were a spectator, in another room or watching through a great window. The noise and laughter seemed to be filtering through a softening haze and the people moving gracefully in slow motion.
She watched one of the girls removing her clothes in a bumping parody of burlesque striptease, and she felt the heat of her own clothing and she found herself wishing strangely that she, too, could rid herself of her constricting cocktail dress.
The sight of so many men and women caressing and pawing at each other aroused strange sensations of excitement and desire, sensations that raced through her like a small, growing blaze.
She had seen the circulating waiters pouring drinks for everyone from a single cut glass decanter, and in a blurred way it occurred to her that the drink Deke Vito had given her had something to do with the way she felt.
Then Laura saw the giant Nubian, Black Jack, tossing huge, red velvet pillows on the floor in the middle of the room. She wondered what they'd be used for, and she heard the soft rustled whispering as the man arranged what seemed to be a circular velvet arena with them.
Then she heard Deke Vito trying to quiet everyone. The raucous laughter and shouting at the tables was stilled as everyone stopped gambling and tried to find a seat. The huge rounded bed sank under the weight of about five couples and others settled themselves in a circle around the large red pillows.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," the man standing in the center broke the silence, "I think it's time we turned our thoughts from money to the more important joys of life."
He paused, grinning at the murmurs of assent. "Before we each go our individual ways," Deke Vito laughed aloud, "I thought I might be able to provide a little inspiration. Yeah, a little inspiration for the rest of us."
Laura glanced nervously around her and thought she saw a slight flicker of fear pass across the other girls faces and then she looked back at Vito.
He turned to the huge black man behind him. "Black Jack, why don't you go get ready while we have our little drawing."
The man left, and Vito turned back to the seated crowd. "Gentlemen, would one of you be kind enough to pull a name out of this bowl?" He held out a large silver bowl with several slips of paper in it to the man nearest him.
Taking the proffered slip of paper from the man's hand, he read the name aloud: "Jacqueline!"
There was a puzzled murmur as everyone looked around, and then a small, lovely redhead was pushed forward until she stood before him.
"Ah, yes, Jacqueline… gorgeous, isn't she?" he added as he turned to the men. The girl laughed and kissed him on the cheek Laura could see that the small girl was a little puzzled, but too drunk to really care as she stood posing provocatively before the rapt audience.
"Jacqueline, you'll do just fine. 'Course, you're still a little too dressed." He smiled wickedly and continued, "Why don't you let the men here give you a hand in removing some of those things."
He nudged her toward the man just in front of her, and she stood smiling and obligingly as he unzipped her green dress.
Then, the men moved forward anxiously and each one eagerly helped to remove her clothes. The room was filled with loud laughter and cheers as each garment was thrown into the air, and then quieted when the girl stood there completely nude.
The noise and excitement had sobered Laura slightly. I wonder what they're going to do to that poor girl, she thought, but noticed that the girl, Jacqueline, didn't seem to be worried at all as she stepped back laughing to stand beside Deke Vito.
The crowd edged forward and waited for Vito to speak again. The tension and lust hung in the air like a great cloud as they watched the gambler run his fingertips across the girl's firm, erect nipples.
"How about you, kid? You ready for a little fun?" He chuckled as he posed the question to the girl at his side.
"Sure, Deke, you know me. I'm always ready. What do you want me to do?" But, the answer to her question was readily apparent as a door opened and Black Jack stepped into the room.
The giant black man wore only a white silk robe and looked like an enormous prize-fighter as he strode into the center of the velvet cushion circle.
A multi-voiced gasp filled the room as everyone realized what was about to take place. And then there was a wild, excited clamor as Deke Vito helped the Negro remove his robe.
Even Laura, who only vaguely remembered having been made love to by the giant Negro, was started by the man's phenomenal development. My God! I couldn't have taken any man that big, she thought, it's physically impossible.
The little redhead, seeming even smaller by comparison with the tremendous man, shrank away from him – and looked as if she wanted to run until Deke Vito grabbed her.
"Hold on, Jackie, baby, we won't let him hurt you," he grinned obscenely.
Black Jack picked the hesitant girl up and then, kneeling, he laid her down on her back on the pillows.
Laura stared as the man began to caress the reclining girl gently, felt the heat of remembrance in her own body as she watched the huge ebony hands gliding across the girl's milky white skin. The lewdly exciting scene continued for several moments in absolute quietness. No one seemed to be willing to break the stillness, or to interrupt the sensuous scene before them.
Then, softly at first, the audience could hear the low, throaty moans coming from the girl. Her pleading groans changed the mood in the room, and everyone started talking excitedly and moving even closer in order to watch more carefully.
Laura's legs trembled as the girl on the floor began arching her back and crying out to the Negro to heap greater and greater indignities upon her. The drug that Deke Vito had passed around had effected everyone, though not as much as the trembling Laura – Deke had pound Laura's drink himself and had purposely given her considerably more than the others.
The giant black man rolled over onto his back and lay there passively as Jacqueline began to nibble at his shining skin with tiny, darting bites – and began to stroke his chest with her hands.
Laura felt the fire building up in her inflamed body as she watched Black Jack's penis begin to swell in a series of jerking pulsations – growing to an unbelievable size. She shouldered her way forward until she stood just above the writhing couple. Everyone was too intent to notice the enraptured brunette, except Deke Vito and he watched her with obvious satisfaction. Licking his lips lewdly, he envisioned his plans for Laura Dutton.
Laura, with the others, watched in amazement as the Negro rolled over, pinning the girl beneath him and allowed himself to be guided by the girl's hands toward her already moistened vagina. She had kicked her legs open wide and had curled them back around his buttocks to give him greater access to her throbbing cunt.
It can't fit, she thought, the girl is so tiny compared to Black Jack! She leaned forward, her eyes seeing nothing except the great black head of the man's prick beginning to insinuate its way between the girl's soft, pink vaginal lips. The room was dead quiet as the man edged it further and further into the girl's cunt, slowly, and gently, pushing the hair-lined lips wider and wider apart.
They heard the girl's cries of intermingled pain and pleasure as the massive shaft sunk deeper and deeper between her straining thighs. Several of the women murmured with horrified concern that the Negro was too big, that he would hurt the girl, but the men quickly quieted them.
Finally, the black man held still above the bereaved girl until she was able to adjust to the presence of the huge, throbbing organ in her soft, white belly. He watched as her pain-contorted face began a slow, hesitant relaxation.
"Ahhhhhhhh…" she breathed in welcome relief, tightening her ankles behind his back.
Then he moved again inside her, a sudden groan exploding from her lips as he expertly began a slow revolving grind with his pelvis. Her cries slowly lessened as her hot, wet passage adjusted to the intrusion of his immense prick.
Unbelieving eyes stared amazed that the tiny girl had been able to accept the enormous Negro. Laura heard their shouts and then unconsciously joined them, as everyone excitedly urged the straining couple to a faster and faster tempo of intercourse.
The wild, uninhibited debauching of the girl on the floor continued for several explosive minutes and the lewd spectacle seemed to have driven everyone into a uncontrolled, lustful frenzy. Laura looked around and all of the people in the room, including the women, were frantically stripping off their clothes. Guiltily, she could feel the same lascivious desire building between her own legs and, in spite of her initial aversion, almost wished there was some man there at her side.
Then they all heard the moaning cries from the girl on the floor and turned to watch her arching her back frantically, screaming out to the huge Negro that she was cumming. Everyone was mesmerized by the writhing couple's final race for orgasm on the pillows, and the room quieted again except for the man's heavy bellowed breathing, the girl's frenzied cries of completion, and the rhythmic sound of flesh smacking wetly against flesh.
When it finally ended, and Black Jack had gone somewhere to get dressed, the girl still lay there, legs spread wide apart and moaning softly down into the velvet cushions. She was wet between her open thighs and tell-tale trails of white, hot sperm lay across her thighs where the huge Negro had withdrawn after shooting his full, heavy load deep down inside her.
Everyone had been aroused to a state of unbelievable desire and Laura watched as couples grappled all around the room in wild, sensuous embraces. Then everything was stopped suddenly by the sound of Deke Vito's voice: "Boys," he said, motioning to the two waiters, "fill up all those drinks. Now, we're really going to have a show." He laughed and turned back to the rest of the people in the room.
"Gentlemen, are you all prepared to make a small wager?" He grinned at their quick assent, and continued, "I have a special prize here tonight and I think we should gamble for it."
Laura didn't understand what Vito was talking about until he came over and took her by the arm.
"Laura, baby, stand out here where the men can see you." He turned again to the staring men. "What do you think?" he said, pointing to her. "Don't you think this is worth a small gamble?"
The room was filled with gleeful cheers as the men stared at the extraordinarily beautiful girl at Vito's side. Some of the men stood and cheered, while others left the sides of the girls they were with and moved closer.
"Yes, Deke… beautiful…! How are we going to do it?" one of them, with a lecherous face breathed excitedly.
The men's shouts and the obvious lust in their eyes terrified Laura and she tried frantically to pull away from the gambler but he held her too tightly.
Then, he called one of the waiters over, telling him to bring him the decanter of special liquor. One of the men sitting in front of Laura tossed Vito a glass.
She struggled again in his grasp, and finally slapped him with all her might.
No one said a word as the gambler regained his balance. Then it sounded like a pistol firing as he slapped her brutally twice across the face. She almost fell but he supported her with one hand as he grabbed the low neckline of her cocktail dress and with one violent motion ripped it completely down the front.
The room was silent except for her faint cries of indignation as he stripped her bra and panties from her trebling body, and left her standing wearing nothing except her panty girdle and stockings. The men and women in the room stared in amazement at the girl's spectacular beauty, some of them feeling sorry for her but most of them laughing gleefully as Deke Vito made her drink several small glasses of the thick amber liquid.
Laura kept choking, trying to push his hand away, but he forced her again and again to drink the strangely sweet liquor. Then, with a contemptuous snarl, he pushed her to her knees on the cushions and she fell back as he turned and spoke to the others.
She could hear his words in the distance but couldn't really focus her thoughts. Her head still spun from the force of his blows and all of the drug he had given her had rendered her almost unconscious.
The men in the audience also barely heard Deke Vito, but for another reason. The distraction caused by the girl lying naked and defenseless on the floor before them, her startling loveliness, made it virtually impossible for them to concentrate on his words. She lay there unresisting with her legs slightly parted and her full, voluptuous breasts heaving as though in an erotic trance. The reddened lips of her vagina were tantalizingly visible beneath the soft silken mound of pubic hair, and the slightly darker stockings on her trembling legs somehow made it more exciting than if she had been completely naked.
Laura could hear him outlining the rules for the gambling and her mind screamed at the thought that she would be turned over to the winner whoever he might be.
She lay there in blinding terror with her eyes tightly shut, and tried to block out any realization of what was happening to her. But it was impossible as she listened to the shouts and laughter coming from the blackjack tables. The young girl struggled on the cushions and tried to get up but Vito returned and looked contemptuously down at her.
"Laura, baby, don't make me mad. I just might decide to have someone pay a call on that stupid husband of yours and shut him up for good." He leaned down and pinched her brutally on the thigh. "Why don't you just lay back and enjoy it?"
The tears streamed down her face as she watched the gambler leave her again. My God! Why? Why does he do this to me. I can't stand it… I can't stand it! Her mind whirled in a vortex of tumbling tortured thoughts – she wanted to scream, and then she felt the heat bet to rise again in her straining body…
The vast amount of the strange liquor that Deke Vito had imported from Istanbul was beginning to spread a wild, abandoned fire through her. In the beginning, along with the warmth that she felt, she could feel the agony and guilt slowly becoming dulled until she seemed to be floating without any thoughts at all. But now the calm emptiness was replaced with quivering desire that made her itch over every inch of her body. Her skin seemed to be crawling with tiny, dancing butterflies and each time she scratched herself to eleviate the torture it became worse.
She moaned and writhed on the floor trying to stop the punishing sensations that were driving her wild.
Laura didn't know hour long she lay there amid the loud laughter and cheers from the gambling tables, she only knew there was a great fire building wildly in her loins and she wanted someone there to touch her, to wipe away the burning heat.
She clung to the pillows, burying her fingers deep in the soft velvet and moaned softly in the near darkness.
Then the talking and laughter became louder and as she started to raise her head to look around, someone grabbed her ankles and turned her over onto her back. She opened her eyes to several hovering figures, unrecognizable except for the lighted our lines of the lamps behind them.
There seemed to be people all around her, and a myriad of hands seemed to be running across her body.
"Ohhhhhhh… yes! Touch me…! somebody, please hold me…"
Her cries were drowned by the hum of loud voices and the winner was aided out of his clothes as he prepared to join the arching girl on the floor.
"Hey, Joe, you got it made… she's cryin' for it."
"Come on, boy… hurry up, I'm next!"
Then she heard a voice by her ear, "No, leave the stockings on, leave 'em on."
Laura felt the weight of a man's body crushing against her side, and then the violent electric shocks bolting through her flesh as her naked skin touched someone else's.
"Oh, please… someone help me… I'm so hot! Scratch me! God! It's so hot!"
She cried out again and again. And hands seemed to be everywhere, stroking and caressing her and making her tremble in maddened lust. She felt fingers running slowly up the sensitive inner-sides of her thighs, and she felt the hot moistness between her legs as her tortured vagina began to flower open and lubricate with the boiling liquids of desire.
"Ohhh… Ohhh yes…! yes… yes… please put it in me. Give it to me… Now…! Now…!"
The man at her side began to frantically scramble up on top of her, hurrying madly with the desire caused by her pleading words. She felt him probing between her thighs, his hands groping for the hot wetness of her open vagina.
Almost blind with lust, she reached for him and grabbed his hand, guiding him. She felt the swollen thickness of his cock as it throbbed and jerked in her trembling fingers.
Then she felt the shocks move down between her legs as the smooth, rubbery head of it brushed into the soft mound of her pubic hair… teasing her as it touched the wet, pink lips of her eager pussy…
"God, yes! Put it in… I want you buried in me… PLEASE FUCK ME…! NOW…! NOW!"
She strained for him, arching her hips and throwing her legs out in the air to make it easier for him to penetrate her, her hands slipping from his back to the soft red of the pillows beneath her.
Then he began to force himself into her… grinding against her with his hips. Pushing and probing further into her waiting body until he was buried to the hilt, his hard, thick shaft wrapped tightly in the wet, warmness between her legs.
She began to gyrate frantically beneath him and he tried to hold her back, but it was no use. Faster and faster her hips ground below him bringing him to a climax almost immediately.
She felt him beginning to tremble, she knew he was cumming and she wasn't ready. She wasn't ready!
"No…! No! Not yet. Please, not yet!" she screamed in a wild animal-like anger.
But, there was no stopping him – and suddenly, like jets of fire, she felt the great spurting jets pulsing deep into her belly. She kept trying to hold him back, to make him wait for her… she could feel the beginnings of her own climax deep inside her and she knew it would be only moments… moments… please… please…
And then he collapsed on top of her and with the dying trembling of his body her climax died almost immediately – or rather than dying, just stopped. She could feel it waiting back there like a great body of turbulent water that needed just one more level to make it come bursting through the dam of her senses. "You bastard… why didn't you wait? Why didn't you wait, I was so close! So close!" she screamed up at him her face contorted in hate and disgust at his weakness.
The man rolled away from her amid the laughing and jeers of the crowd and another man pulled him up and knelt by the side of the crying girl. He had already taken off his clothes, and now as he began to run his hands across her quivering hips he knew that she was ready for him and there was no need for further play.
Laura felt the new body at her side and reached for him, grasping desperately for the swelling hardness of his cock. When her hands encircled him and she felt his readiness she turned half towards him, trying to bring him tighter against her, throwing her legs wide for him to enter her.
"Yes, again… put it in me… I was so close… so close! Oh God, fuck me like a man!"
The man slithered down, grabbing her ankles, and raised her legs high, bending her double until her knees were just above her face. Then, as she lay completely exposed before him, in one violent thrust he plunged his throbbing cock completely into the wet, burning pussy throbbing hungrily between her widespread thighs.
"ARGhbhhhhhh… Oh God…! Yes… hard… Hard…! It's so hot, you're burning me… fuck faster… FASTER!"
He plunged again and again into her, rotating his hips in rapid, vicious circles as he rammed in and out of her clasping cunt. He felt the tickling beginning back somewhere inside him just as she cried out that she was coming.
"Now…! NOW…! cuming… I'm cuuummmminng…!"
She began to buckle violently beneath him, arching and rearing like an untamed bitch in heat, her wild movements driving him to back-breaking speed. Then it came to him, the blinding explosions that shook his body as he strained against her, grinding his pelvis down into her churning crotch with ever increasing brutal and merciless force. His arms were completely stiff and quivering and then his whole body began to tremble and shake in great ecstatic spasms as she undulated her upturned buttocks salaciously beneath him.
Laura, writhing beneath him, again had one last whirling vision of Johnny, her husband, flickering guiltily through her mind.
"Oh Johnny… darling… forgive me… Oh, oh, oh, oh, forgive me, my dearest," she mumbled helplessly through passion clenched teeth and then the vision exploded into a thousand tiny fragments of bright flaring red as she felt the plunging cock sunk deep in her belly gushing forth wetly into the contracted channel of her cunt. The hot, spurting sperm set off another wild, uncontrolled series of explosions far down in her own belly.
"Oh, oh, oh, God… God, I'm cummming… Ooooooooh, I… I'm cummmmming… Asaaaaaaaaaggghhhhh!" And with one last burst of remaining strength she kicked her quivering legs far out in the air on either side of the plunging buttocks of the man fucking her and then collapsed, totally satiated, beneath him.
The room quieted except for their heavy gasps for breath and everyone stood motionless and awe-struck as they watched their obscenely entwined limbs slowly relaxing and falling almost lifelessly to the cushions below.
It was over.
Laura lay there after the man had exhaustedly pulled himself from between her legs and tried to regain her senses but the drug and the violence of the lovemaking had destroyed all conscious thought. She tried to rise, to open her eyes, but she had no strength. She just wanted to lie there forever, to revel in the delicious calmness that had settled over her.
And then, through the dim mist of half consciousness, she felt another man reaching for her!
She was pulled bodily over on top of him and felt the hard shaft of his ready penis pressing against her belly. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up until the thick pulsing tip of his prick nestled right at the opening of her sperm-bathed vagina – and then he plunged it up into her – gripping her hips and pulling her down until he was buried in her completely.
Then, he held her hips and slowly pushed her up and down, rising to meet her each lime. It began to hurt her. The excitement of the other two men had almost drained her and the man below her began to scrape against her as he jammed her down onto him.
"Arghhhh… Ahhhh… No… I can't stand anymore… please! I can't stand it!"
But he wouldn't stop. He kept pounding into her, raising himself with cruel driving thrusts… again and again he bored into her and she thought she was going to faint from the pain…
Then, slowly, as though it had never existed, the pain began to subside again and was replaced with a fiery lustful desire and the began to move with him. She rose and fell to the rhythm of his thrusting hips and felt the white-hot heat of his swollen penis deep inside her.
There was noise all around her and she could feel what seemed to be hundreds of hands running across her back and they drove her to an even wilder frenzy. When as she was pushed forward until her breasts were squashed tight into the man's chest, she felt someone's fingers parting her buttocks and probing at the sensitive raised circle of her anus. The touch, at first, aroused unleashed passion in her straining body, but then the insistent probing began to hurt slightly.
She struggled against it, afraid to move away because she might lose the wonderful felling of the man inside her, but hurt by the thrusting finger as it wormed its way deeper and deeper into the soft rubbery depths of her rectum.
"Ahhhhh… no NO…! please," she whimpered out behind her, "please don't, you're hurting me!"
But the hand wouldn't stop and she felt thumbs on her buttocks spreading them. Then another finger joined the first inside her…
The hands kept spreading her, easing the cheeks of her soft, resilient buttocks further and further apart until it seemed she would split open back there.
And then, as suddenly as they had entered, the fingers were removed and she felt the soothing wash of cool air across her buttocks. But, only for a moment, and then a larger, smooth rubbery object pressed against her… a man's penis!
She squirmed violently, trying to get away from the intruding pressure without losing the filling warmth of the man beneath her. But the man, whoever he was behind her, kept pushing against her until she felt the tight elastic ring of her ass pop slightly and encircle the head of his throbbing penis… and then felt it begin worm its way relentlessly inside.
As the man at her back ventured further she could feel the thickness of his prick begin to rub against the man's beneath her – separated only slightly by the thin, fleshy membrane between her vagina and rectum.
"Ahhhhhhh… oh, yes…! yes… I can feel both of you… I can feel both of you inside me…!"
She cried out to them, urging them to move faster. The thought of having two men making love to her at the same time was driving her towards a volcano of fiery lust… and she wanted to scream, to cry out to the heavens the wild masochistic pleasure they were bringing her.
It seemed to go on and on forever, the hands gripping her as the was completely impaled from below and above. Everything seemed to be spinning, revolving in a great whirlpool of burning sensations and she thought she was going to pass out from exhaustion.
Then her tiredness began to disappear as once again she felt herself nearing an explosive climax.
"Ahhhhh… ahh… please, together, cum together… cum together! I can feel it cuming… hurry… HURRY…! Oooooooh, God! God!"
The room was filled with the sounds of her desperate screams and the other men and women were caught up in the madness of her shouting lust. Everyone had stripped completely and couples were making love in every corner of the room in the wildest possible ways.
To Laura, it never seemed to stop… she came… the men left her… and others took their place… and she came again… and others took their place… on and on… on, and on…