Once airborne, Paul Arden unfastened the safety-belt and tried to relax. He was more than just a little upset at Leduc's concern over Janet's condition. This morning, just prior to the Embassy's calling him and informing him that the Ambassador had a special mission for him to carry out in Brussels and that he was to return to Paris at once, Doctor Leduc had recommended a complete rest for Janet at some quiet sanitarium, else he would not be responsible for what was inevitably to come. Janet, he said, was on the verge of total mental collapse. Of course, he had given his permission.
My God, he couldn't believe it! His own beautiful Janet… ill to such an extent. He supposed he had known that ever since the first night of their honeymoon she was tormented with some mental disturbance, but on the verge of complete collapse…? Heavenly Father! He wondered if he should inform her family… had been debating over it, in fact, ever since he left Dives, but now decided against it. She was receiving the finest of care in Doctor Leduc, and he felt fortunate that he had been able to leave her with them while he made this emergency trip.
Then, his mind filled with the unbelievable licentious festivities he had witnessed and taken part in the night before. His face flushed a bright crimson as he recalled the way he and Danielle Leduc had cavorted together in the vilest of sexual indulgences… and the others, swapping wives and husbands about in the manner of a true Saturnalian orgy… He still couldn't believe it. Thank God, his Janet had been exposed to none of it. She certainly would have lost her balance, with her Puritanistic upbringing, had she walked into that apartment.
But what of Leduc himself? Surely, he must be aware that these debauched activities take place under his roof… must even sanction them, and perhaps participate at certain times. Damn. It was all so overwhelming and difficult to comprehend. He'd never figured himself to be a prude, and was well aware of the wife-swapping fad and other such promiscuous dissipation's, but this had been the ultimate in bacchanalias. He found himself grinning slyly. Nero would have been happy to have been on the guest list, he mused.
Well, he'd always been given to understand that much more license was taken in Europe amongst married couples, and now he had the proof of it. And oddly enough, he found that he felt no less attracted to any of them… in fact, if anything, he experienced a sense of closer relationship with each and all of them… a sort of private, pleasant, cliquish feeling.
And he was not going to worry about Janet. She was in good, competent hands… friendly hands. Perhaps a week or so of rest as the Frenchman had suggested would do her worlds of good. He hoped so. God… he really did love her with all of his heart.
He lay his head back against the seat and let individual events of the evening pass through his mind, until shortly, he felt his member stirring lustfully. He hoped this mission was not going to take too long. He was damned anxious to get back.
Janet stirred restlessly in the small bed. Her eyes fluttered open and struggled with the sunless daylight seeping in through the little window of the cell-like room. The stale air was warm and thick and strange odors wafted through her nostrils, causing her brow to wrinkle slightly, as though in deep concentrated thought.
Her vision adjusted slowly and she saw that the room was barren, foreign to her, and that she wore a white, coarse gown and was covered with a single sheet and white spread. Her tongue circled her lips, tasting the slight pungency of a sticky moistness around them. She was momentarily at complete loss, she thought to herself, through the haze that still clouded her half-dimmed mind.
She lay quietly and tried to remember… and after a moment incidents began to creep from the recesses of her memory bank and form into little incomplete pictures… lewd pictures of impossibly vile, perverted acts in which she had taken part… No… no! It was possible! She had dreamed it! Yes, that was it… a horrible, revulsive dream… but it had seemed so real!
Paul! Where was Paul? She sat up quickly and her head swam with the effort; her stomach threatened to revolt and slowly she dropped back onto the pillow. Little twinges of fear began to come alive inside her. Had she been ill? Her body ached terribly; she felt so weak and nauseous… and this room… Where was she? Again, she looked toward the window and saw the heavy screening covering it on the outside… and the closed door… it had no inside knob; there was a small, square glassed opening covered with the same heavy screening in its upper center… like a cell!
Once more, she forced her brain to retrace the visions it had conjured for her moments before. The vividness of them flickered across her mind as though she were watching a slightly out of focus television screen. Carefully, she commenced a self-exploration, smoothing her hands gently under the covers and beneath her gown up to her breasts. Ohhh, my God, they're tender. Her hands explored farther, coursing their way down over her stomach to her thighs and she spread them a little ways apart. She groaned again as her fingers touched tenderly the slight bruises lining the soft edges of her vagina. Her fingers probed carefully about the red sensitive opening, the tips becoming moist from the white, sticky liquid oozing viscously from it, wetting the split of her buttocks and the bed beneath. The tickling caused from the little rivulet made her flex her crotch muscles, and once more she winced from the burning pain in her rectum.
Lord above! Had it all actually happened? Or had Paul raped her again… perhaps when she was unconscious from what ever it was Doctor Leduc was treating her for…? Doctor Leduc? My God, in her dream, he had made her call him Master! And Madame Leduc had been there… all of them committing deplorably salacious acts on each other… and the dog, Vailante…! Dear Jesus, the dog! Had it actually happened…? She and the dog?
Wild thoughts raced through her mind one after another. Or was it possible that she had done this to herself… in the throes of fever, perhaps…? Yes… it was possible she thought. She had done it before in extreme moments of frustration… but never like this. She had never gone to such extremes even in her wildest moments of desire. Could her own hand have probed so deep into her stomach and left this hot, gurgling pool that seemed lodged there now… or had that vile dog truly mounted her?
A feeling of deep shame crept over her. She had denied her Paul the right to do things to her time and again, a right that was his… and then she had stooped to the vilest acts of lust… even with an animal. Dear God in heaven, I must be insane! That's what's the matter with me… why I'm here locked away… why the window and door are barred! I'm losing my mind… turning into an animal myself…!
A noise at the door caused her to close her eyes quickly and to pretend at sleep. She heard it open and someone enter. There seemed to be more than one but she didn't open her eyes to see, only waited.
"She still sleeps," a strange voice said.
The aroma of perfume drifted to her, then she heard the voice of Madame Leduc.
"She is lovely… like a child lying there."
"Oui, but let us remember that she is a commodity, ma chere," replied Doctor Leduc.
"Of course, cheri. I merely mentioned it in passing," the woman said. "Are you going to awaken her?"
"Oui. I want her to have her… ah… medication regularly so that we can keep her in an amorous mood… if you know what I mean," said Leduc with a little chuckle.
"And hypnosis?" questioned the Madame.
"No longer necessary, ma chere. My post-hypnotic suggestions are well planted in her mind. She feels she must have her shot daily or go into painful withdrawal… and of course, the Dhattura takes care of the rest." Then, he addressed the third party, "Are you certain, Erabas, that she hasn't awakened since we brought her?"
"I have watched closely. I am certain, Master," the strange voice answered in a deep, strong tone.
"Very well…"
Janet felt a hand gently touch her shoulder. She had to steel herself to keep from cringing. Then, the doctor's voice said, "Madame… Madame Arden… wake up… it is Doctor Leduc."
Janet feigned a moan, rolled her head lightly from side to side, then let her eyes flutter open in blank confusion.
"How do you feel, ma chere?" he questioned gently, smiling down at her.
Momentarily, Janet did not speak, but let her eyes rove over their faces and the surroundings as if she were truly awakening from a deep stupor. They paused to rest briefly on the huge brown man who stood with arms folded across his naked, muscular chest like some eunuch overseer in a harem. He smiled at her showing a mouthful of hard, white teeth. He was completely hairless and a heavy earring hung from the lobe of his left ear. She felt a shudder pass over her as her eyes came back to the doctor.
"I-I… where am I? What hap… happened to me?"
Leduc patted her hand tenderly. "You have had a trying time… a rather serious nervous collapse, and you are now in a sanitarium outside of Paris."
"Nerv… nervous col… lapse?" Janet stammered, moving her head negatively in disbelief.
"Yes… but there is nothing to worry about now. You're coming along fine," assured Leduc.
"Paul… where is my husband?"
Again, the suave Frenchman patted her hand warmly. "He has been called away, ma chere. Right after it happened. He thought it best to move you here where you would be properly looked after and I could tend you. The Embassy has sent him on a special mission, but I'm sure he'll be returning in a week or so…"
"A week or so! You mean, I have to remain here…?"
Madame Leduc moved close to the bed and smiled down at her as she tenderly smoothed her brow. "It is best, cheri… after what happened, and until you are feeling better."
Again, Janet shook her head. "I-I don't understand… what did happen…?"
The Madame looked to her husband as if she were reluctant to speak and the Doctor said, "You were quite ill, ma chere… mentally disturbed… We found you with our dog, Vailante…"
He paused and Janet pressed. "Yes, yes, go on…"
Leduc shrugged. "You were having intercourse with him."
Janet's mouth fell open in abject horror… but it was partially fabricated, for she knew now that they were lying to her, that she had not dreamed those vile things that had taken place. They had actually occurred… lewd, vile, despicable acts of depravity that this man had somehow seduced her into… and suddenly, in near-panic, she realized that she must deceive them into believing that she was completely at their mercy, or else God alone knew what next would happen to her. She broke into loud sobs and covered her face, but through her fingers she saw the doctor offer a confident little smile to his wife.
"There, there now, it is not all that bad, ma chere," Leduc consoled her, gently removing her hands from her face. "Everything is going to be all right." He smiled his warm smile down at her and Janet let her tears slowly subside. "Now, after we've had our medication I am going to have you moved to a much nicer room and you will be given some gowns more befitting your station. Would you like that?"
"Y-Yes," Janet replied softly, resolved now that to play the meek innocent was her only hope.
Her mind raced while Leduc prepared her injection and handed her the small glass of sweet, amber-colored liquid to drink. She did not want to consume the concoction, but could think of no possible means of avoiding it without giving herself away. The needle, she felt she must have, or fall into those horrible withdrawal agonies once more. She was not that certain that she understood what they meant by post-hypnotic suggestion, and she couldn't afford to gamble on any more unnecessary pain. But, was she really addicted? And what had he meant when he referred to her as a commodity? What… what… what? Oh, dear God, what are they trying to do to me? Why? And where is my Paul…?
"Now, cheri, I will take you to your new room," Madame Leduc said, interrupting Janet's thoughts as she took a white robe from the foot of the bed and held it up for her to slip into.
Slowly, Janet started to toss the covers back, then hesitated, remembering the short gown she wore was only hip-length, and the brown brute they had called Erabas was staring at her with wide, gleaming, hungry dark-eyes. Leduc read her hesitation and smiled.
"You mustn't worry about, or fear Erabas, ma cheri," he said. "He is quite harmless, and he will be looking after you."
Janet continued from the bed, quickly slipping into the robe.
Looking after me? For what? Guarding me is what he means… so that I won't try to escape. A sanitarium, he said. Good God, what kind of sanitarium would have such monsters about? Oh, Paul, Paul… please come and help me? Please… Please!
Before the Leducs left her, Janet had been moved to a luxurious room on an upper floor of the sanitarium, if indeed, she thought, it was such a place. She had been allowed to bathe and was given several exquisite, sheer negligees… certainly not the type of garment one would expect to find in a medical institution. The doctor had left her with a promise that he would be calling upon her at least daily, and perhaps more often. She was to do nothing but relax completely, get as much sleep as possible, and merely ring the little buzzer beside her bed if there was anything she wanted or needed.
Left alone, the first thing she did was to fall into a fit of despondent weeping. Although she had no conception of what fate actually lay in store for her, there was no doubt in her mind but what Leduc had some horribly evil plans. He had called her a commodity… and there could only be one thing about her that was salable… her body. She shuddered at the thought, even as the familiar irritable craving began to tingle in her belly and pelvic regions. Dear God… if only she knew how to reach Paul. She had to do something. She couldn't just lay there and wait for the worst to happen to her. She had to fight back some way… but how?
They had taken all of the necessary precautions: removed her clothing, kept her drugged and watched over by that brute Moroccan, Erabas… Erabas…? She wondered. It was an obvious leer he had given her, a hungry and undeniable lustful expression. Perhaps… perhaps, she could bargain with him… if he would help her, she would let him… Oh God, she couldn't, she couldn't! But what, then? Where could she turn? There was no one! Her Paul was gone somewhere she didn't know…
Again, she wept, praying as the-tears streamed down her cheeks. Please, God… please help me…? And then, she dried her eyes, set her jaw… and rang the buzzer.
Almost instantly, the giant Moroccan entered the room with the lightness of a cat. The mere sight of his massive presence caused Janet to cringe.
"Yes, Madame," he said in deep accented English. He stood at the foot of the bed and stared at her with those burning, ravenous eyes, his heavy muscular arms folded across his thick chest.
Janet forced herself to present a little smile. She hoped her lips weren't quivering the way her stomach was. She looked at him for a long moment, then said, "Are you my guard, Erabas?"
"I am Madame's servant," he replied curtly.
"Oh… I see," said Janet, softly. "Then… you are to do whatever I ask of you?"
"Yes, Madame… if possible."
"If possible?"
"Yes, Madame… all things are not possible."
Janet widened her eyes. "Such as…?"
"I-I beg the Madame not to taunt me," Erabas said, his flashing eyes raking the length of her body that only a single silken sheet covered, clinging to its lush, full contours provocatively.
"I-I'm sorry, Erabas," Janet apologized. "I didn't mean to taunt you. It's just that… I need help… I do, Erabas," she said, suddenly sitting up in the bed, the sheet falling away to reveal her firm, pointed breasts behind the gossamery material of the negligee. She was not going to try any tricks. She was too frightened and desperate for that. The truth was the only way… "I need someone to help me get out of here. I'm being held against my will… actually kidnapped…"
"Madame is not feeling well again," the huge man replied, his tongue-tip slipping out to wet his lips. "I suggest you get some rest as the Doctor ordered…"
"But it's true, Erabas! You must believe me. They are kidnapping me!" Janet insisted frantically. "I don't know what they plan to do with me, but I'm sure it's something horrible…" she got to her knees and crawled to the foot of the bed to look up at him pleadingly. "Please, Erabas, you've got to help me. You're so big… and strong… I'll… I'll pay you well… anything you ask… anything… Please, please…?"
The Moroccan's licorice eyes were devouring every sensuous detail of Janet's luscious body, lucidly clear to him beneath the diaphanous, wispy gown, from her pink rising nipples down to the velvety fleece nestled mysteriously below her white creamy belly. He swallowed heavily as his hand slowly came away from his chest and reached out to touch her heavy protruding breast.
Janet gasped as the giant hand completely and gently cupped the melon-like globe of resilient flesh, dwarfing its size and causing an insane shiver of wild sensation to ripple down through her belly and loins.
Oh no! She hadn't wanted this. My God! What's the matter with me? Now, she tried to retreat from him, but his other hand came forward to cover her other breast and he held her that way, squeezing only enough to hold her from moving backwards.
"Noooo, you mustn't… please…" Janet moaned as the seething agitation, driven on by the drug she had been administered, continued to mount in the center of her body. Dear God! This brute merely touches me and suddenly I'm afire all over! I can't stand the sight of him… and yet his hands feel so good…!
"I-I will be punished for this," the huge Moroccan hissed, moving around the foot of the bed toward her as Janet tried to slink back from him, "But I think it will be worth it."
"Please… please, no, Erabas…" Janet whimpered as he began to strip his few clothes from his massive body.
"You said you would pay well… and anything," he half-whispered, his tongue flicking out to lick at his lips once more as he continued to shed his things.
"But I didn't mean this way…!" she blurted, then paused as her eyes locked on the thick, monstrous shaft he uncovered, and it was pointing directly at her. She gasped once more, this time in terror at the unbelievable size of it, and commenced to slide up away from him in the bed, cowering and shrinking in a groveling panic.
He lay one great hand upon her leg at the calf and she fell back as if immobile as he moved onto the bed. Then, she drew her thighs tightly together, even as the vibrant fermentations continued to build and churn inside her; yet, in anguished fear, her mouth dropped loosely open and she stared at the gigantic cock in astonished disbelief.
It can't be real! He'll split me open! Ghastly visions of her torn, violated body flickered wildly through her cringing mind. He can't do it! He can't!
Erabas had moved onto the bed at her feet and now with an ankle in each hand he was separating her legs and crawling between them, pushing the negligee before him until her delicate pink slit in its nest of soft golden public hair burst into full view before him. Her breath hitched in her throat as a rush of cool air brushed the exposed, sensitive flesh. He pressed the folds of cloth up over her belly and beyond to the full mounds of her breasts, his hands slipping beneath to cup each of them in his hot palms once more.
"Oooohhh," Janet moaned, her tongue darting back and forth to moisten the dryness that parched her lips. Her whole body trembled and she could not fight it.
Oh Lord… Lord… God!
Abruptly, without warning, he dropped his head, his gleaming teeth fastening into the soft, warm flesh of her white belly. A tiny nip at her navel, then his tongue commenced a slow tantalizing exploration of her whiteness, tracing the soft line of silken fuzz all the way to the delicate lips of her quivering pussy.
Janet could not believe his gentleness. "Ooooohhhh, my God!" she moaned, knowing she must stop him, but making no effort toward doing so as he spread her young, bruised, fleshy cunt-lips with his thumbs tenderly, and then with a maddening liquid suck of the lips, drew the nut-hard bud of her throbbing clitoris wetly into his hot mouth. He nibbled at it with the sharp tips of his teeth and Janet couldn't restrain herself.
"Oooohhh, Christ… yes, yes…!"
She clenched her eyes tightly shut against the cyclone of sensation that was whirling out of control once more through her loins. Oh, no I mustn't give in this way! I mustn't! She fought with all of her inner strength against this betrayal of her body. Visions of Paul burst like fire-crackers in her brain and dissolved into nothingness as quickly. Oh… where was he now when she needed him? Where was he last night…? Oh Christ, I mustn't let him win! I mustn't! Paul! Paul! P-P…!
At that moment the Moroccan's tongue shot forward, burrowing up her palpitating cunt like a frightened snake. The shock spiraled insanely along her spinal column to the plexus in her neck where it flowered into a silent explosion of scintillating, multi-colored meteors that showered back down wildly throughout her whole being. Her crotch jerked involuntarily forward, sucking the lizard-like tongue into its mouth to its very roots. She was aflame from the soles of her feet to the crown of her head, burning as if she were in a great oven… and suddenly she was writhing and struggling to tear the negligee from her body… until she lay entirely naked before and beneath this horribly massive, beautiful monster.
Her entire sizzling body had become a gaping fissure that only he could fill with his great scalding flesh. Nothing else mattered… not Paul, not her own plight, principles or humiliation… nothing but the reality of the probing tongue that had slithered from her hot, steaming cunt and was racing in tiny whirlpools up her vibrant flesh.
"Oh yessss… Oh shit, yessss! Suck my tits… yes, yessss like that, like that! Bite me, you bastard! Aaaaagggghhhh!"
It was a relentless, slashing demon, that tongue… moving up to her throat, licking at her nose, her eyes and cheeks and ears, the hot, thick saliva coating her skin. She whimpered and writhed and moaned beneath his massiveness. She twisted and rotated her lust-contorted face around in an effort to capture the wet, fleshy mass with her mouth. She found it and sucked it deep into her throat as she would a cock, mewling like an animal. His saliva dribbled into her and she swallowed hungrily, purling for more.
Her crotch rampaged below, grinding in a circular motion with her now insatiable cunt yawning for that horrendous cock that was going to rent her whole womanhood asunder. And then, with a hand she found it. She dragged her fingernails lightly beneath the fullness of it and it jerked seeming to grow even more. Her fingers enclosed the great throbbing shaft and she gasped aloud.
My God! I'll never be able to take it! It's too big! She ran her hands up the entire length of the huge, pulsating weapon, trying to encircle it with her fingers… but they wouldn't reach all the way around it.
His hands… the touch of such a massive man, fired her beyond belief. Her legs began to tremble and quiver, and she arched for him to come to her… to shove it into her begging body.
He was above her on all fours and she raised her head to see the huge, bulging knob find her cunt's clasping opening. She spread her legs out wide, automatically, as far as she could, drawing her knees up until they touched her white, flaccid breasts, trying to open herself far enough to accept the great organ that he was gleefully lowering toward her arching vagina.
Again, she reached down with her hands surrounding the stone-hard cock, using her fingers to guide him… a mixture of fear and ardent desire permeating her whole being.
"It's… it's so big…! Oh God… I'm frightened! I can't do it; I can't take it!"
The words gushed forth deliriously as he jostled it for a moment against the pink ragged edges of flesh, then, with a flick of his hips, the grinning Moroccan forced the blood-filled tip brutally into the vibrating lips of her hair-lined cunt, expanding the resisting, elastic lips almost to the ripping point.
Janet's head lurched wildly to the side and she screamed.
"Aaaaaaagggggghhhhhhhhhh!"
And it had penetrated but a cruel inch, the pain-maddened, struggling girl trying desperately to kick her legs free and escape the torturing impalement.
Oh Christ! Oh God! Mercy! Mercy! In her wild passion she had overestimated herself. His beast-cock was too big! She could never take it in a million years. It was ripping her cunt-lips, splitting her entire crotch… the pain was unbearable! Mercy! Mercy! God almighty!
The Moroccan levered himself up onto his hands above her, each one firmly planted on either side of her like giant pillars… and then, he flicked once more. He grinned down at her as the relentless boom dug into her one more excruciating inch.
"Uuuuuuuuggggghhbhh!"
Again!
"Aaaagggghhhhh… Oh God… Christ! God, stop! Stop!"
She shrieked over and over again, twisting and writhing and kicking her legs high into the air as he sunk the enormous, unbelievable cock deeper and deeper up into her screaming cunt.
"Oooohhh noooo, noooo!" Janet sobbed hysterically, tears streaming painfully from her open but almost unseeing eyes.
"You whimpering bitch!" spat Erabas. "In my country the women would spit upon you!"
"Ohhh… Dear Jesus!" she wailed.
Her sobbing, struggling protests brought a sudden crushing thrust from the Moroccan that sent the giant cock deep into her resisting channel, having huge ripples of tender, coral flesh in rolling swells before it. Janet lurched convulsively as the onslaught of his elephantine-cock smashed into her belly like a rutting moose. It was an untameable beast rampaging inside her, completely – without question, filling her every tiniest wrinkle and crowding her inner organs into crushed masses that could not breath or move. It was lurching for her throat, trying to burst from her mouth, endeavoring to encircle her neck and choke her to death. It was tearing her soul from her being and ravenously gulping it away in demonish bites of obscene lust.
And then… it came to an end! With a violent quake, the Moroccan's hairy pelvis thwacked solidly against her upturned crotch. The herculean sperm-bloated halls insinuated themselves into the soft, unprotected vale of her widely spread ass-cheeks.
And the colossal cock, victorious, nuzzled quiescently to its hilt, interred in Janet's pulsating and stretched cunt like some barbaric chastising torture.
Erabas, aware of her torment, held himself momentarily, until the delicious creature beneath him could adjust somewhat to tile presence of his mighty tool buried in her soft, white belly. He watched her pain-contorted face begin a slow relaxation, the tightly gnashed teeth separating in surprised adaptation.
"A-Agg-ggghhh," her lovely lips breathed in welcome relief.
Then, he flexed the great head, raising a further deep groan from her throat, her teeth re-clenching. And he flexed again, once more bringing a throaty gurgle from her but a lesser sound as her hot passage grew accustomed to his inhuman size. She clawed at his ribs in her drugged state, as she tried to get her arms around his broad back but could not, endeavoring in her pleasure-pain to make him move inside her.
"Oh… please… please! I want you to fuck me now! Ooohhh… I never dreamed one could be so big… so long… oh God!"
He began a slow revolving motion with his pelvis, grinding his cock tightly into her naked, helpless crotch, expanding the hesitant, but submitting, cunt-walls of her vagina beyond all reason.
Janet felt the muscles in his buttocks flexing as he began a painful sawing motion in and out of her moist, wide-stretched pussy, always building toward more powerful strokes, until he was thrusting forth unmercifully from the apex of his withdrawal and battering her pain-wracked body back hard against the bed. Abruptly, she felt his hand sliding over the tight skin of her ass until a finger found her still raw, puckered anus nestled defenselessly below. It played there briefly, flicking teasingly at it like another fiery tongue.
"Oooohhhh!" she gasped, as it suddenly popped through the tight elastic nether ring and gouged deeply at the soft, warm, spongy flesh inside. It moved around, expanding the tiny tight hole until the palm of his huge hand lay flat, covering half of her beautiful ass-cheeks, the whole giant finger sunk into her throbbing back channel like another prick. And it joined the pistoning cock in a slow rhythmic fucking duo that raised additional pain and pleasure to pour from the lips of her moaning mouth in time to their simultaneous cadence. "Oooohhhh… my God… My God! You're splitting me open… So big… so big! So hot… so beau-ti-ful…!"
Her cries filled the room as the pain eased and a wider sensation of happiness tingled through her helpless body that he was ravaging. The outrageous debasement and subjugation she was again suffering brought strange masochistic pleasures to race through her blood stream. Her hips began an automatic gyration in an abandon rhythm with the increasing speed of his cock and finger fucking into her.
Erabas enjoyed a smile of triumph as he thrust his tongue deep into her wet, sucking mouth. He felt her trying to screw her rectum back onto his probing finger as he rotated it methodically about in the warm, rubbery depths. He would suffer for this, he knew… he knew… but right at that moment he did not care. He had the beautiful blonde American bitch hopelessly impaled between his hard throbbing cock in her pulsing vagina and his finger shoved tightly into her hot, flexing asshole. And now, moaning and mewling beneath him, she was twisting, writhing, squealing in unbelievable abandon to the double ravishment of her genitals.
He moved his other hand around the smooth rounded cheek of her buttocks to where his cock was sliding wetly in and out of her greatly stretched pussy and could feel the soft, hair-lined folds clasped tight to his rampaging shaft, and he sensed their softness pulling and giving with each long, pile-driving thrust into her.
He fondled and played with the contracting lips of her cunt where he entered her, bringing softer moans of delightful sensation from her mouth, and at the same time he could feel the ever widening passage of her seething vagina flowering in greedy desire to swallow the whole of his cock plunging far into her.
Yes… yes, he would be punished… the Master had warned him never to touch the girls… that he might ruin them or even damage them forever… but he hadn't been able to help himself with this lovely American bitch… Yet, if she didn't tell… and he didn't stretch her too much, there would be no way of the Master knowing… If he could make her believe that he was going to help her… maybe, there could even be other times like this… But, poor girl, there was no escaping the Palais de Plaisir…
Now, she was thrashing beneath him and he quickened his thrusts, hot and pulsating and deep. She was ready to cum… he could sense it as her legs on either side of him jerked out wide in the air and up. He slipped his finger from her rectum with a sucking, hissing sound and pressed his hands behind her knees, pushing them back and down against the bed on either side of her shoulders until she was bent double. The plane of her crotch was wide open to the inhuman, ramming thrusts of his loins as he continued to thud brutally into her.
"Oh… Ooooohhhhh… auuugggghhhh," she whimpered beneath him, her face twisted in an unrecognizable mask of wanton ecstasy.
Erabas grunted and groaned as he quickened his stroke, grinding sadistically deep, boring his cock far up into the hidden recesses of her untouched womb. Her breasts heaved and quivered up against the pressure of his great chest, the berry hard nipples digging into him like two rounded pebbles.
Then suddenly, she shivered under him!
"Oh God! Oh God! I'm going to… yes… I'm going to cum… yes… shit, yes! Fuck me hard! Hard! Hard! Harder…! I'm cuuummmmmiiiinnnngggg… Ooooohhhhhh!"
Erabas felt her cunt flowering opening around him and warm gushes of hot fluid pour into the channel around his hammering cock. He plunged farther, faster, digging deep, deep inside her. He felt her jerk up toward him several times, the lips of her cunt working and sucking at his prick as if to draw the very life from him. Her breathing came from her in short, desperate gasps, and he thrust deep once more, suddenly sensing his own hot, stocky sperm shoot from the nozzle of his cock far up into her soft, quaking belly.
Janet moaned uncontrollably as his jerking prick continued to squirt its long hot streams into her and his massive body quaked violently above her. And then, her legs went limp and fell out to the side of his still heaving body. Her heart pounded in her chest as though it would burst. Her body was beaten and satiated as it had never been before… and then, she saw Doctor Leduc with Vailante standing at the foot of the bed…!
"Goddamn you… you Moroccan dog!" screamed the enraged Frenchman, his face a blanched expression of pure hatred. "How many times have I warned you never to touch the girls!"
The giant had leaped off her at the sound of Leduc's voice. He had tumbled to the floor and now knelt prostrate before the suave physician.
"Oh Master, forgive me… but the American bitch… she seduced me!" he whimpered in unbelievable subservience.
"You lie, you scurvy son of a slut!" shrieked Leduc. "Damn you, now you'll pay! Vailante… attack!"
Janet screamed in utter terror as she watched the massive beast bare its fangs and leap savagely upon the cringing Moroccan. A half-choked cry of horror escaped the huge man as he tried to protect himself from the ripping, shredding teeth of the kill-trained mastiff. But as large and powerful as Erabas was, he was no match for the sudden ferocity of the great dog. Once more, Janet screamed as she saw Vailante lunge at the shrieking man's throat… and then, just before she fainted, she saw the spurting of the giant's blood and heard the flesh of his throat ripped away…