Ann Fleming had steeled herself to meet almost any kind of abuse she could imagine. What she had seen in the photos delivered to the hotel convinced her that she could expect sexual assaults from either Gerault, Le Boeuf, or both. She had not seen the photos taken just a few minutes before, in this room, nor had there been any opportunity to learn what Chuck and Darla had undergone while upstairs.
She didn't really want to know. She could imagine all too easily the further rape of her look-alike daughter by these Frenchmen. And she didn't like to think of that sleazy, smelly Yvette toying with Chuck's equipment, either. She didn't like the thought of those family jewels, which had given her so many pleasurable delights, in the garbage-like vault of that French whore!
Nor did she care to picture her son's defilement by the woman. Yet, she knew it must be intended. Just as she fully expected to be invaded by the Frenchmen who now ushered her into the bedroom.
"Take off all your clothing!" Gerault ordered them.
Ann almost protested against their forcing both the mother and the son to disrobe in the same room. But she remembered the threats issued downstairs, and decided to hold her tongue. As she removed her clothes, she detected the faint smell of semen in the room. A little shudder ran through her. That smell was always an aphrodisiac trigger for her. Even now, under these agonizing circumstances, it got to her.
She felt their eyes on her, and knew they were admiring her ripe body, which had retained its lushness with scarcely an added wrinkle or ounce of fat, since Tommy's birth. She was thinking of Tommy, and of the delight she'd experienced when he nursed on her milk-laden breasts as an infant. Now, as he undressed in her presence with obvious embarrassment – she noticed that he was very much the virile young man. In recent years, since he'd struggled through the first stages of puberty, she hadn't seen him without at least a pair of shorts or bathing trunks. He certainly was not her "little boy" any more. In fact, she colored blushingly when he inadvertently looked her way.
She stood there, vulnerable in her nudity try, and felt the quick touch of his gaze on her body. It made her feel more exposed to be seen by her own son than by these depraved strangers who were their captors.
Tommy was blushing, too. The sight of his mother's unclothed body affected him strangely. Mothers were supposed to be different from other women. He realized that they had the same basic equipment, but somehow it seemed indecent that this woman who had given birth to him and cared for him all these years, should have the ripe, exciting figure of a girl many years younger than her 39 winters.
Those full, firm-looking globes that he knew he had nursed as a baby showed almost no tendency to sag, and the sleek lines of her hips, swelling out from that tiny waist, were all too much like those of a pinup girl in one of the men's magazines. He kept his eyes completely averted, after that one accidental glance, but the femaleness of that golden-tanned body and the bright blonde triangle which decorated the juncture of thighs and belly, remained as an image burned on his brain.
"Okay!" said Gerault, startling them both with the suddenness of his voice in the embarrassed silence of the room. "Get in the bed! Quickly!" Ann moved slowly backward until her legs bumped the edge of the bed, then sat down.
"I am going to tell you what I told Mr. Fleming. Then I shall expect complete cooperation from both of you: Mr. Fleming has refused to pay us when his daughter's safety depended upon it. I am convinced that he will pay to protect the reputation of every member of his family. Pride can be a strange thing.
"Therefore, we will take pictures of all of you – pictures which he will be anxious to destroy, before they can be seen by others. If he then pays us what we ask, we will let him destroy the pictures. You see, this is the only way we have of dealing with a man of his stubborn convictions."
"Now, we have wasted enough time with this family. So, from here on, you will do exactement as you are told, quickly, and without hesitation. If you do not, there will be pain. Your daughter, Mrs. Fleming, already bears a painful proof of what I tell you. It is up to you if you also receive much pain. So! We waste not another minute! Into bed, both of you!"
Ann drew up her legs, keeping them chastely together, and lay out full length on the bed. Tommy crawled in beside her, keeping to the other side of the bed. There were several inches of space between them.
"Now, you-Tom-mee, is it not-you will place your left hand on her hip. Quickly!" Tommy's hand reached out, and he had to turn his body toward her to stretch the distance. Ann, out of the corners of her eyes, saw that he would have to slide his hand and wrist across the area of her womanly triangle to obey the command, so she rolled over toward him on her side, moving the forbidden forest out of the danger zone. When his hand touched the warm flesh of her hip, she gasped involuntarily. The ends of his fingers were lightly resting on the sensitive skin of her buttock a tingle went through her at the contact.
"Now, your mouth on her breast!" commanded Gerault.
Tommy hesitated a fraction of a second, then saw the Frenchman moving closer to Ann's side of the bed. He was blowing on the tip of a lit cigarette, and there was an evil joyful light in his eyes. Had Gerault been moving toward him, Tommy was sure he would have refused to obey. But he knew it was his mother who would pay for it. And Gerault seemed to want an excuse to display his sadism.
Quickly, Tommy moved closer, until his head was at the level of her breasts. He touched the side of the pale golden hillock with his lips, and Gerault stopped the advance of the glowing cigarette.
"Movement!" ordered Gerault. "Use your lips and tongue; stir up the nipple! We must have convincing photogrophaphs."
Tommy's lips parted, and he traced a light trail up the side of the tender globe to the irregularly textured surface at its peak. He felt a thrill as the softness touched the tip of his tongue.
Ann was struggling to control her outlaw sexuality, but the warm damp lips and tongue were too much for her. She felt the blossoming of nipple as it rose between the caressing lips, and her lungs filled with a gasp of air that almost whistled through her teeth.
Tommy felt the tender morsel spring into his mouth, and then the hidden memories of his infancy combined with the strong, urgent cravings of his virile young body, and he sucked at the springy tidbit, then teased it with lips and tongue. The thrill of such a forbidden act struck him unexpectedly. His defenses were not equal to the power of his cravmgs.
He worked hungrily at the tender meal, and the moaning of his mother's voice was a strange sound in his ears. Then her hands were grasping his head, moving him away from his exciting feast. He was panting as she guided his mouth to her other warm hemisphere, and the damp heat of his passionate exhalations stirred the nipple of this other globe to early blossom.
His lips seized it eagerly, and he sucked at its softness, stretching it from its first budding into a swollen sponge. Ann moaned loudly as the action stirred her to the core.
"Take his cock in your hand!" commanded the Frenchman, and Ann reached under Tommy's arm and sought the flesh of his manhood. As she reached, she had to roll slightly away from him with her hips, to make room for her exploring hand and arm, so that just as she grasped his excitedly stiffening rod, the hand he had placed on her hip was trailed across the front of her upper thigh and then halted in the blonde forest of her loins.
She felt him swell in her hand as he thrilled to the feel of her heated flesh under his fingers. Then she whimpered as she spread her thighs, and the swelling outer lips of her womanhood parted, capturing his fingertips in the damp heat of her fleshy canyon.
Tommy's pulse raced as he felt the hot lips under his fingers, and the wetness he encountered was an invitation to explore. His hand shifted as he sought out the uppermost cleft, then gently massaged the fleshy protrusion hidden there.
It was infinitely more exciting than previous experiences he'd had – most of them in the drive-in movie at home. This seemed so much more serious – so mature. Even as he felt the guilt of its wrongness, his passion increased. The hand which was closed over his pulsing hardness had started to move, and the friction was driving him wild.
"Now! Get above her, and put your cock inside her!" came the order.
He tried to move, but his knees were like jelly, and it took him quite a while to get up on all fours and position himself above her. Ann had started to spread her legs wider in anticipation, but suddenly she rebelled. A belated surge of conscience made her close her thighs to her son as he hovered above her. Then the pain struck!
Gerault's lighted cigarette pressed against her cheek, and he ground it against the tender flesh. She shrieked as the pain spread over her face, the tears rolled down onto the bed in streams. Tommy started to clamber up out of his position, ready to attack the sadist in anger. His stiffened member lost its rigidity, and his excitement cooled as if he'd been thrust into a tub of ice water.
The Frenchman watched him start to spring from the bed, then cut short any ideas about revenge.
"You will not help your mother by being troublesome. Au contraire! Every move you make against us everything you do to delay our little circus – will cost her another painful burn. You do not want that beautiful face destroyed, do you?"
Tommy settled back onto the bed, defected. He was half-kneeling, half-squatting, and his eyes were dark with his frustrated ed anger. But Gerault laughed at him, then spoke to Ann.
"The same is true with you. You have felt the taste of my displeasure. After this, when it is you who fails to cooperate, your son will suffer the pain. Now! You will both begin once more! At the point where you stopped! Quickly!"
Tommy looked down at himself, and both Ann and the Frenchman followed his gaze. It was obvious that he was in no condition to penetrate anything. Ann's heart went out to him. Even his virile father had suffered temporary impotency when lesser disturbances had interrupted his boudoir athletics. But Gerault was laughing at him.
"We will fix that. Yvette! See if you can't wake up the young man's sleeping beauty with your clever mouth!" The slattern moved toward the bed, dropping her cnrnera atop the pile of clothes on a chair.
"No!" Ann shouted. "I won't have her touch him! If it must be done, I will do it myself!" As Yvette stopped in her tracks, and the satanic Frenchman grinned his enjoyment of the maneuver, Ann reversed her position hurriedly, crawling toward the foot of the bed where her son still remained in his squatting-kneeling position.
She placed a hand on his thigh as she neared her goal, and gave it a loving squeeze. She spoke to him in a low voice, not looking up at his face, as if trying to avoid any further emotional pressures.
"Close your eyes, and think of nothing but the moment. Try to let your body function as it will, and enjoy what has to happen. It is the only way we will prevent further misery."
With no more hesitation than it took to get out the few words, she bent over him. As her lips touched him, high up on his inner thigh, he felt a thrilling tingle of contact. Then her tongue was snaking out, trailing up across the curly thatch of his groin, then down to the base of his limp penis.
She took the flaccid shaft in her mouth, right at the base of its connection to his torso, holding it briefly in her teeth, as a dog would grasp a bone. She gently shook her head, worrying the reluctant warrior in her mouth. Then her teeth relaxed their grip, and she slid her lips and tongue out toward the tip, noting the surprising length of this unarmed cannon.
He's just like his father, she thought. Every inch a man, and plenty of inches! Even when he's not ready for action! It feels so good in my mouth. Even Chuck doesn't know how much I really like to have his big cock in my mouth! He'd probably be shocked. I believe he thinks that I do this for him just to please him, but I can get creamed over the feel and taste of his cock quicker than any other way. I love it when he sucks me with it, but it's so much more exciting to have that hot, soft-hard flesh in my mouth! Oh, Chuck! Your cock excites me so!
As she gradually managed, by association, to convince herself that it was her mate, and not her son, whose stiffening flesh she was having with her lips and tongue, she felt her legs being moved by Tommy's firm, young hands. What a wonderful mother! Tommy was thinking. To keep me from being contaminated by that filthy, syphilitic whore, she's taking my cock in, her sweet mouth. And, God help me! I like it. It's driving me wild! I've got to do it for her, too, to help her try to get some relief from this, and keep her from worrying about what we're being forced to do.
He grasped her kneeling legs, and moved them out from under her, almost making her lose her oral grasp on him. Then he rolled her over, changing his position until he was poised with his mouth over her blonde-feathered loins. He moved her thighs apart, and watched as her fleshy nether lips – swollen from the blood they had engorged during the earlier excitement – parted to reveal the delightful pinkness of her most private area.
The faint, pissy muskiness of her rose to his nostrils, and he was surprised to find that the scent excited him. He touched his tongue to the swollen lips, stroking them as they darkened with the in creasing re-engorgement of blood. Suddenly they were beginning to be more wet, and the lubricious flow of her passion seemed to replace the moisture as fast as he could lick it up.
She was making little, whimpering, mewing sounds from around the swollen shaft of flesh that filled her mouth, and her breath, which had to come from her nostrils while her mouth was filled, felt hot on Tommy's hairy sac, which lay on her face. It aroused him to new levels of excitement, and he feasted hungrily but tenderly on the wet, magenta flesh of her opened blossom.
Her hips were rotating slowly beneath his head, with an occasional gentle thrust upward, making his tongue and lips press frequently at the erectly swollen bud of her sensitivity. He grasped the fleshy protrusion with his lips, reveling in its unbelievable soft surface and tender hardness from within. His nose was dipping into the wet, flowing entrance of her passage.
Who would have thought a woman's cunt would be so delicious! he marveled. It's so damned excitingly female, open like that, and helpless. I can plunder it all I want. He was lost in the depth of his passionate experience, and the body he assaulted so eagerly was now just an exciting female body.
Ann's juices were so stirred up – first by her oral satisfaction, then by the thoroughness of the attentions being given her heated nether flesh – that she was lost in the deep twilight that precedes a woman's complete fulfillment.
Finally, her flowing loins were so swollen with her driving pulse that she let the huge penis slip from her lips as it pulled back in one of the pumping strokes which had been thrusting into her mouth, and cried out in her aching passion.
"Drink me! Oh-h-h! Drink me all up! Eat me good! Oh-h-h!"
The mouth worked faster, trying to remove the lubricious cream of her overflow as fast as it could appear. The excitement was too much for him, and his penis – now rubbing against the lips and chin below it, started to leak its first drops from the safety valve.
Ann felt the first hot, damp drops on her neck and breasts, and she grabbed the pulsing shaft and forced it back into her mouth. As it pumped its spurting gobs of semen, she swallowed it, and continued to suck and swallow, while milking the rear of the long rod with the hand whih grasped it.
Tommy was moaning into the hot, musky wetness of the blossom in which he feasted, until he felt as though his very soul was being sucked from his body. Then he gave a loud groan, and rolled from his position, falling exhaustedly onto the bed on his face.
Ann, who had reached the second of her complete orgasms, lay there, as spent as Tommy. She felt Tommy's hand gently pat her thigh, and realized that it was not the aftermath love pat of a satisfied male, so much as a consoling gesture from son to mother. She was also aware of the final shutter click as Yvette filmed the evidence of their collapse.
She realized that her legs were wide open, and her wet nest felt cool in the slight breeze which lead begun to flow in through the bedroom window. She wondered vaguely if this were the beginning of one of the windstorms her husband had described. What was it they called it – a mistral? Yes, and she'd wondered if the name first belonged to the winds, or the famous poet laureate of Provencal.
"Okay. Now you may use the bathroom. You first, Mrs. Fleming."
Ann rose from the bed and allowed Yvette to lead her down the hall to the bathroom. She spotted the bidet, and headed for it. In seconds, she was feeling the vast relief which accompanies the emptying of an overloaded bladder. Then she was cooling her tingling genitals with the water from the bidet.
When she had squeegeed off all the excess water she could – there were no towels in evidence she turned to the open door where Yvette had stood, observing her. Then she was herded back down the hall to the bedroom.
Yvette motioned with her head, and Tommy followed her sign, leaving the others to be guided to the bathroom. He tried to shut the door, but Yvette prevented him, waving the silenced pistol at his belly.
"I am to keep you under watch at all times," she said. "Certainly a handsome man like you need not be ashamed to be seen by a woman. You should be proud of that beautiful thing you wear between your legs. I think I will ask Gerault if I can have some of it."
He blushed, but stood there, trying to relieve his bladder as she watched. He found that he had to concentrate, but finally his desperate physical need overcame his psychological block, and he urinated a heavy stream into the porcelain commode.
Yvette watched as he shook off the last drops, then – as he turned to look for the lavatory to wash his hands – she lifted her skirt with her free hand, keeping the pistol trained on him. As she grabbed it up past her thighs and held it against her belly, he saw the black hair of her mounded pubis and the slightly distended outer lips, a wet gleam of dark red flesh. As he watched, the lips winked at him, and Yvette chuckled lustily.
"See what a nice kiss it makes for you?" she asked. "Would it not be nice to have it kiss like that on the end of your so beautiful cock?" She continued to laugh as he washed his hands and shook them to dry them, then herded him back to the others.
"Well. The hero of our little drama is back. Now we can proceed." Gerault was relishing every moment of his domination over them.
"You did not yet complete the orders I gave you. It seems that you were both so hungry for soixante-neuf that you could not stop to do a little fucking for the camera. Eh, bien! You have just reversed the order in which we had planned to photograph you. Now, we will continue with the other: du meme chose, ne c'est pas."
He gestured them toward the bed, and they crawled onto the crumpled bedclothes and lay there, waiting to see what was next.
"Madame, you have expended the young man's seed with your hunger. Now you will make love to him a little, until he is ready to enter you, and then you will take him inside you for our final pictures." As he finished speaking, Gerault blew warmingly on the glowing tip of a freshly lit cigarette.
Ann turned to her son, reaching out to him, and his arms opened to take her. There was fear and guilt and shame in their eyes as their gazes met briefly. But there was something else. This first opportunity to look into each other's eyes told them both that they were sharing pleasure as well as pain and fear.
They embraced each other with a powerful need. The need to drive away the feelings of guilt and shame, and to drown themselves in the forced pleasure of their contact. Neither knew what the future held for them, after these forbidden activities, but they knew that the quickest way to end things was to resolve the problem at hand – meet the requirements of the sadistic Gerault.
Their lips met, and for the first time in his life, Tommy was not thinking like a son when he kissed his mother's lips. And Ann could only compare it in reverse, as she recalled the time when – at fourteen, and full of the bursting forces of her blossoming womanhood – she had kissed her father on the mouth, and knew that she must never kiss him again, excepting on the cheek.
Now, her memory of that journey into puberty seemed to stimulate her quiescent sexuality into fresh stirrings that trembled through her rapidly heating body. She thrust her tongue into Tommy's mouth, and he eagerly sucked at it, and caressed it with his own tongue. In seconds, she felt the stiffening evidence of his youthful virility rising steadily, its firm tip tracing a path up her thighs until it pressed against the soft flesh of her lower belly.
His hands were caressing her body, now. His fingers traced pencils of heat over her back and hips. Then he was clutching the firm cheeks of her buttocks, massaging them tenderly to the tempo of his increasing passion.
She moved her hips until his hardened flesh pressed her just where she wanted it, then made tiny movements which kept up a constant massage of her needy spot.
They were gasping for air, now, and their mouths separated. He moved his head, kissing her pantingly on neck and shoulders, then trying to kiss her swollen breasts. The shift of his body removed the source of her greatest pleasure, but she waited, giving him his feast at both breasts until the nipples were achingly distended, and she was moaning from the results.
Then she pulled his head up to hers, and kissed him again. As his head moved, his torso shifted, and the hot head of his tool was pulsing against her belly. She opened her thighs, and slipped her hips upward, then let them ride back downward with his wand captively sandwiched between the dip nether lips which had grasped it.
Once again, she started to move in short, gentle strokes, making the captured flesh massage her own tiny wand. Their mouths were tightly pressed together, their tongues thrusting and searching.
As the momentum of her passion gained speed, she suddenly sucked his tongue deep into her mouth, and his hands slid upward to cup the firm globes of her breasts. Her hands went down to grasp him, then she guided him into the spread petals of her wetly open passage.
Then he was inside her, and pressing deeply into the grasping, throbbing folds that seemed to pull him on, faster and faster. Until he felt the fluttering touch of some wildly moving thing inside her, nibbling delicately at the sensitive head of his penis.
My beautiful mother! he thought, from some subconscious area that refused to trigger his passion-mad conscience. I'm sucking my own sweet, juicy mother! Oh, God! What's that inside her that's grabbing my cock like that? I've got to get away from it. It's driving me out of my mind!
He pulled backward to escape the maddening teasing of her involuntarily grazing hold on him. Then he was thrusting, pumping, in and out, as she rotated her buttocks beneath him. Then she cried out in the throes of her heated excitement.
"Oh! Fuck me hard! Stick it in all the way! Oh-h-h-h-h!" She writhed under him, and her mouth was tight, teeth close together, lips barely parted. A hissing sound came from between her teeth as she fought for air while her jaws were locked in ecstasy.
Then she was trembling, and her body shook under him with the depth of her climax. He had just probed to her innermost wall, and the tiny hand-like grasping had him again! He felt the fluttering over his sensitive nerve ends, then he lost control, and his hot fluid poured into the fleshy folds of her pussy. He groaned as the ecstatic feeling overwhelmed him, and then he lay still, poised above her, weight resting on hands and knees, until he could stop shaking enough to roll off to the side.
I came inside her. He was horrified for a moment, remembering what he'd heard of the monstrous offspring which could result from such inbreeding. My God! I shot my load into my mother! Then he recalled the earlier discussion in the cellar, and the pill that he had seen her take before they came up here. Oh, God! I hope it works! Ah poor mother!
"You may use the bathroom again," said Gerault. Tommy was glad he could wait until his mother was through. He felt as if his bones had turned to rubber. Yvette was coating the surfaces of her last few pictures with the preservative which fixed them permanently, so Gerault guarded Ann as she went down the hall. She waited for him to leave the room, but he stood there, grinning at her.
She sighed in resignation as she moved over the bidet and squatted down. She busied herself flushing out the blobs and strings of whitish semen her son had spurted into her. Then she cleansed her entire genital area with the soothing water.
When she turned her head to see if Gerault was watching her, she sucked in her breath as her lips met the tip of the Frenchman's rigid member. He had stealthily moved up beside her as she sat there, washing herself, and had levered his penis out of his slacks, holding it right beside her cheek.
As her lips opened to gasp, he was ready, and the hard flesh went into her mouth so far that his hairy belly, which peeped through the open slot of his undershorts, pressed against her nose. His hands were around her head, and he began pumping himself into her mouth and throat, until she almost gagged.
Then he withdrew it a little, and she grabbed the rear part of the fleshy shaft to keep it from again going in so deeply. She was wise enough not to resist his attentions, and began to work on him, trying to finish the matter as quickly as possible.
But her rebel sexuality betrayed her, and soon she found herself hungrily mouthing him and stroking his shaft with one hand, while her other hand slipped into his shorts and kneaded his hairy sac with gentle, but eager caresses.
He was groaning at the sensations she induced in him, and soon he dug his fingers in her blonde tresses and cried out, as he worked his hips to drive his meat into her mouth.
Then he was spewing his lust inside her, and it flowed down her throat as she sucked the swollen tip so expertly that he groaned and withdrew it. One last trickle was just seeping out, and it made a sticky string that drooled across her lips and chin, then hung wetly, dangling over her breasts.
She leaned over the bidet and turned on the water, then rinsed off her face and stood up. Gerault was smiling as he tucked himself back into his clothes. Then he waited as she went to the lavatory and gargled with warm water. He laughed at her.
"It would seem that the juice of the Frenchman is not as tasty as that of the American," he said. "But then perhaps it is only that you are accustomed to the one taste more than the other." He laughed again as they went back down the hall.
Ann dressed while Tommy was in the bathroom. When he had returned and dressed, they were led out the stairway, and taken back into the cellar.
Darla was looking anxiously at them as they were brought in, but Fleming, from years of habit, was sleeping after his sexual episode. As soon as the mother and son were shackled, Gerault and Yvette came over and unlocked her cuffs. Then they unlocked Fleming's, after which they shook him until he was awake.
"We will now finish our pictures of you two," he said. "Then perhaps we can all get some sleep, non?"