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