Janet found that she was smiling at the suave doctor, but she didn't pay particular attention to the fact that the little desk-lamp had been extinguished, nor that the other room lighting was back to its normal illumination. She was more concerned with the complete peace of mind she felt, her lack of any malice toward her darling Paul, and the rather warm, tingling sensations she was experiencing in her pelvic regions. She crossed her legs tightly as if in an effort to choke the agitation and watched the doctor finish his writing on the yellow form.
Finally, he raised his head, laying down his pen. "And now, Madame Arden, if you'll step into the examining room and slip out of your things we'll make our genito-urinary examination. You'll find a garment there to put around you."
He had spoken with authoritative firmness that even her immediate reluctance did not seem capable of overcoming. Still, she hesitated. It was as if two factions inside her brain were suddenly at war with one another: the one insisting such an examination was certainly unnecessary; the other rebuking her for her narrow-mindedness once more. After all, he was the physician and she had come to him with her problem.
"Come, ma chere," he insisted rather sharply. "Let's not waste my time."
So, she did as he ordered, entering the little room where a narrow, austere looking examining table stood secured in the center of the floor, and began removing her clothes. She stepped out of her skirt and half-slip, the brush of air against her naked upper thighs seeming to revive the tingling sensations once more. A tiny shudder passed over her as she began to unfasten her blouse, thinking it shouldn't be necessary to remove her nylons and garter belt. She unhooked her bra, momentarily hesitating, then continuing as if prodded by some unseen force. Released from their silken confinement, her straining breasts seemed to swell and the erectile rubiness of her injured nipples tensed in their nudity. She took a deep breath, unable to fathom the gentle daze-like lethargy she was experiencing. Then she removed her panties and took a step forward toward the gown draped across the table. She paused and smoothed her hands carefully up to her breasts, touching them tenderly in guarded exploration. Ohhh, she moaned, they're sore. Her hands explored farther, coursing their way down over her stomach to her thighs. She spread them slightly, the prurient sensations continuing to expand within her at her own touch. She groaned again, as her fingers touched delicately the slight bruises lining the soft edges of her vagina. She probed carefully about the red sensitive opening, just as Doctor Leduc made his entrance.
Janet gasped, leaping backward in startled shock. Her shame followed seconds later as she grabbed for the gown and the doctor caught her hand gently.
"No need for that, really, ma chere," he said calmly, his smile disarming her almost immediately. "Those things only get in the way of the poor physician. Now, if you'll just climb up onto the table and lie on your back, please."
Janet stared at him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Her brain had become a turmoil of mixed emotions. While she knew this wanton display of her body to this man was not only unnecessary but entirely immoral, there seemed little that she wanted to do toward covering herself. And the lewd itching in her breasts, her loins and her belly was reaching an almost uncontrollable state.
My God! What's happening to me? she thought as she slipped mechanically onto the table, lay back and spread her thighs ever so slightly. I must be going mad! I want him to touch me… to feel me… to… to… ohh God!
Leduc was mesmerized with the breathtaking loveliness of the young blonde as she lay naked before him. Her sleek, firm body was an entrancing combination of reversing golden curled lines… rising and arching contours of her swelling breasts and thighs… and then falling into the gentle concavity of her soft, smooth white belly. He gaped at the velvet-like honey-colored silken down that covered the junction of her slightly spread thighs. The thin red hair-lined slit running the length of her open crotch caused his mouth to go dry. He moved toward her slowly, his tongue moistening his thin lips, as he watched the glazed expression in her exotic eyes.
"You were examining yourself when I entered, ma chere," he said as casually as he could. "Let us see if, and what, damage was done by this lusty young husband of yours." He smiled down at her salaciously. "If you will open your thighs a bit more, Madame."
Janet returned his gaze, unable to check the carnality building inside her, and as he lay his hand gently upon her thigh, tenderly sliding it along the white, satin-smooth flesh, she felt as though she were about to ignite inside. It was as if he had touched her with a thousand volts of electricity and a million spine-chilling, fiery particles burst through her loins and belly, and automatically her hands moved to her breasts once more, her thumbs and forefingers plucking at the nipples like hungry birds of prey and sending more sensual uncontrollable shocks through her.
Dear God! What's happening to me? I must be losing my mind! Oh, Paul darling, I need you! I need you…!
"There now, let us look closer," said Leduc, bending down between her thighs, then moving to the foot of the table. "If you will put your feet flat upon the surface, ma chere… Ah, yes, that's fine," he said as she raised her knees, placing her feet accordingly. "Now, just slide down this way…" She did, until her wet open loins were only inches from his face. "Excellent, excellent," he muttered.
Involuntarily, he sucked in his breath at the unbelievable sight before him. He had fucked many drugged young women, but never anything like this. Never anything so pure, innocent and proud. The thought of helpless, uncontrollable mewling grunts of pleasure escaping those untouchable lips goaded his organ into rock-hardness. He could feel the blood throbbing painfully into its large, expanded head. Tiny drops of thick white seminal fluid had already begun to seep from the sensitive contracting glans at its tip, smearing wetly against his thigh. He thought once more, checking himself. He had locked the outer door and placed the "Doctor Out" sign. Satisfied, he silently opened the fly of his trousers to ease the pain slightly. Then, with thumbs pressed to either side of her hair-lined cunt-lips, Leduc tenderly spread the vertical mouth until its moist, coral lusciousness was opened to him and his own mouth fell agape at its glistening jeweled splendor. He felt her warm, soft, inner-thighs quiver to the backs of his hands and heard her breath lodge deep down in her gasping throat. Expertly, he leaned closer and opened the soft fleshy inner petals enshrining her clitoris with the tip of his tongue. He felt the erotic shock of his touch surge through her convulsively.
"Oooooh, God! What are you doing?" Janet gasped, raising her head to stare down with bulging eyes between her proud, erect breasts at his lowered head buried in her crotch. Then, he was smiling at her… his inimitable smile of confidence. "Oohhh!" she jerked, as his hot moist lips closed over the soft mound at the base of her belly. And again his hazy face disappeared from her view into the soft fleece between her upraised thighs as he planted wet, tantalizing kisses on the closed aperture, his tongue flicking eel-like at the quivering opening.
Once more, Janet's hands moved sensuously down over her throbbing breasts as if she had no control over them, sliding slowly down her smooth, flat stomach and coming to rest on either side of his gently nibbling lips. Her fingers stroked softly for a moment as her mind raced in maddening confusion. Momentary thoughts of her Paul flashed in her brain, but then he was gone, and her fingers as though hypnotically controlled by some other being, spread the fleshy hair-lined lips of her soft, moist pussy slowly apart, allowing his hungry devouring mouth complete access to her wet secret being.
Her elbows pressed tightly against her ribs and her head lolled insanely from side to side as his hot searing tongue shot out, its soft flicking tip circling her quivering erected clitoris. Dear God! The lips sucked, drawing the warm soft folds deep into the cavern of his gently biting mouth, while his tongue continued its maddening licking against the urgent pink smoothness of her open sex.
Paul! Paul! My God, help me!
She groaned huskily from deep in her throat as the hot probing tip worked its way up and down the length of the narrow wet slit, starting at her lower belly and pressuring its way down, down over the elastic rimmed opening of her clasping vagina and into the crevice of her flexing buttocks where it stopped momentarily to do a wet, circling homage to the tight brown throbbing hole nestled there. She felt her hips grind of their own volition against the hard table, and heard her own purring, animal-like sounds emitting pitifully from between her passion-clenched teeth.
She couldn't believe it! She couldn't! Yet, she knew it was happening!
Leduc worked hungrily, feeling the soft wet pubic hair brushing tantalizingly against his cheeks. He completely opened the front of his pants, letting them drop and pushing down his silk shorts. He slowly massaged the heavy thick foreskin back and forth over the jerking head as he continued spearing his hot, flicking tongue deep into her cunt. When he had first laid eyes upon her there in the lounge with her stupid, dull American husband, this urge to conquer her for his own pleasure had almost overwhelmed him, but in all good reasoning he had never deemed such a coup possible. And now, here she lay, squirming beneath his tongue and completely at his mercy… Mon Dieu, and loving it… far beyond his fondest dreams.
Her groans drove his tongue faster as it worked its way up and down the throbbing, twisting lips of her tortured genitals. Yes, yes! He wanted her begging for it when he was ready to sink his hard, throbbing cock into her… and that wouldn't be far away. He had never seen anyone so hot, even with the potion. Mon Dieu, she needed it bad and he was doing his French best. He half-grinned to himself, thinking that this was only the beginning.
He realized she was too far beyond recovery now to fight anything he chose to do to her, and his keen mind commenced to form weird erotic scenes of the positions he could submit her to, as well as the acts he could perform at will upon her docile, desire wracked body.
He could not keep from gloating to himself as suddenly her hands were clawing at his hair, attempting to guide his face to the small palpitating opening of her cuntal mouth. He plunged his tongue into the soft-rimmed flesh, taunting it momentarily, then quickly withdrawing it to tantalize mercilessly the ragged pink edges.
She cried aloud and clutched at him, forcefully pressing his mouth directly over the tight little hole in her squirming crotch.
He complied, ramming his tongue deep down into it, rounding his lips and covering, the clasping viscous opening to bring a low guttural groan from this delicate morsel whose soft warm thighs were closing spasmodically around either side of his head. He could feel the wet flesh slip moistly around his long extended tongue as the walls of her invaded vagina opened and closed in a sucking motion, attempting to extract his tongue deeper and deeper into it. It was as if the nibbling hair-lined mouth was trying with all its lust-inspired strength to snap out and rip his tongue out by the roots, devouring it completely. Her heels snaked out in the air and pushed down against his back pressing his lean body into the soft, squirming trap of flesh between her uplifted legs. His nose was mashed against her throbbing clitoris and he could only inhale the poignant aromas of her lusty, lubricious state. Mon Dieu! Its delicate tang incited his penis to a hardness he could little longer control! He had to fuck this little American bitch soon or he would burst like a balloon!
Janet's body was completely lost in the enrapture of the moment. Every muscle of her sex-toned being was tensed as she strained her hips aloft toward that maddening inquiry between her legs.
Oh Paul! Paul! I never knew it was like this! Why hadn't he told her? Such magnificent things were bursting from her body!
Abruptly, her love for Paul incited her further. Her now up-drawn legs opened and closed around the tormenting head of the gluttonously slashing tongue that was licking at her flamed-seared hole. The cords of her neck stood out as she pulled savagely at the tangled hands-full of hair she clasped.
"Oh! Ohhh! Agggghhhh!" she moaned, splaying her legs out wider and wider to the sides to allow him greater access.
Leduc could stand it no longer. His cock throbbed like a wild spirited animal. He grabbed her flailing legs behind the knees and climbing into the table, thrust them roughly back against her shoulders, slithering up her sweat-soaked body simultaneously. His rigid, palpitating prick brushed tensingly against the wetness of her soft, sparse pubic hair. He splayed his hands beside either of her shoulders and forced her legs up and back until her ankles were locked behind his neck. He gaped down between their bodies and saw her upturned, the magnificence of her ivory-white buttocks completely exposed to him.
The expanded narrow cunt-slit was visibly throbbing its lips anxiously, the wet pink furrow held wide apart by the pressure of his thighs tightly up against hers.
"Now, my precious little American cunt, I am going to fuck you silly," Leduc said down into her face, a wicked smile contorting his handsome, distinguished features.
Janet could not see the face hovering over her through her passion and drug-dimmed eyes. Words were unintelligible sounds to her. Only animalistic values seemed of importance. She could feel the fleshy hugeness of his hard member lying the full length of the open quivering slit. The jerking, chunky head of his cock lay palpitating between her wide-spread buttocks, insinuating itself in a rising and falling, sawing motion, a maddening tease that caused her to grind her hips down toward it, her agonized cunt searching hungrily for its rigid blood-filled tip.
She had to have it inside her! Her belly screamed for it! You understand, Paul! I know you do! My God, I've got to have it…!
She groped with her hands in panic, finding their way beneath the cheeks of her ass to grasp the full length of the lead-hard member. Her tightly closed hands caressed it tenderly in reverence. She sensed its convulsive spasms against her soft palms, and the viscid milk that oozed in driblets from the lust-inflated head. She steered it up the vale between the soft, quivering moons of her buttocks, never allowing its touch to lose contact with her flesh until it was adjusted between the now ravenously lubricated lips of her craving vagina. She held it in place with one hand and clutched upon the man's buttocks with the other, hauling with all of her strength in an effort to pull it into her and let it quell the gnawing, hot heat burning madly in her belly.
Originally, Leduc had entertained no intentions of taunting her, but now he could not help himself. Even though he had all he could do to keep from instantaneously impaling this lovely American bitch on his aching cock, his sadistic desire to torment her could not be denied. Shortly, he would empty his white, hot sperm into her luscious steaming cunt, but temporarily, he must taunt her. It was undoubtedly an inherent part of his nature. Perhaps his noble father, the count, had found gratification this way. Certainly, the count's reputation was such that today his name was only mentioned in conjunction with the more Cyprian of circumstances. He chuckled within himself, thinking his sire would be proud of him at this exceedingly meritorious moment, then, he flicked his hips forward.
Janet winced as she felt the lips around her throbbing vagina forced open. Its elastic rimmed snugness resisted momentarily, then gave way beneath the harsh, brutal pressure. The agony shattered her for a long moment and she endeavored to mechanically resist, squealing a throaty wail.
Leduc reveled in that. He was elated to hear her painful cries. He thrust again, listening intently for her deeper whines. Suddenly, he wanted to hear her scream for mercy! He could stand it no longer! He rammed forward with everything he had, a momentary flickering of understanding for Paul Arden flashing in his brain, sinking his lust-inflated cock all the way in to his pelvis. He felt his balls whap resoundingly against her twitching anus as she ground her squirming buttocks hard down against the ungiving, table, attempting to escape the cruel, instantaneous impalement. She screamed! Her legs jerked out wide on either side of his long, lean body, splaying over either side of the the table, kicking futilely in the air.
"Paul! P-Paul! Good Jesus God! No! Nooooooo!" she choked, her naked, white body pinned helplessly to the narrow table as though impaled there by a stake. With her every jerk the huge head seemed to burrow deeper and deeper into her. The doctor's outstretched arms pinioned her tightly to the thin mattressed table, while his wide-spread knees held her thighs split to the fullest extent. She was certain that her body was being ripped down the middle and she would be rent in half from this giant thing imbedded deep in her crotch. The searing, pole-like shaft felt as though it would burst into her throat from beneath as its bloated head thrust hard against her cervix, rocking her own head as if it were on hinges to her neck as the monster pummeled into her.
Leduc gaped at her from above with a lascivious smirk on his lips. He was truly elated. He had garnered an exquisite morsel. Right now, her face was contorted from the agony of his first vicious stab. He grinned widely as her lips curled back from her teeth, pleading, incoherent whimpers emitting from the depths of her throat. Her arms were outstretched, palms against his hips, and he chuckled as he watched her attempting to hold back the blunt, hard knob pressing against her womb like a great heavy stone.
Poor child, she had never known anything like this, let alone having it this deep, he thought, as he held her pinned in the lewd, humiliating position. He glanced down once more to see his curly black pubic hair entangled tightly with her own golden strands, the base of his thick, fleshy cock barely protruding from its submerged depths in her pink, throbbing furrow – the very same that his educated tongue had licked to moist, craving receptiveness only moments before. He could see the tight, slightly bruised lips of her cunt stretched almost to the bursting point, the spongy outer pink rim clasping tightly about the white skinned base of his cock.
He smiled once more to himself, holding her there for a moment, savoring the spectacle of her magnificently impaled loveliness speared helplessly beneath him, with his heavy prick sunk deep in her smooth white belly. Mon Dieu! He wished her husband, the young proud diplomat could observe his wife now, spread-eagled, so as to speak, with a disgusting subservient alien causing her to scream and yell. Mon Dieu, what pleasure he would derive from that. He tittered to himself. Tel est notre plaisir. Tel pere, tel fils, mon ami. And he was going to give this American beauty a fuck she would never forget as long as she lived… and that was only the beginning.
Janet squirmed helplessly beneath him. All sense of balance had long since left her. Her brain was a maze of distorted thoughts, and she could not apply what thinking capacities she had to anything but what was immediately absorbing her. Presently, it was agony. She could feel the searching, hot pain of the sudden blunt entry tearing cruelly at her insides from between her legs. She flexed her crotch muscles tightly together in an attempt to hold off the huge invading cudgel, but the throb of her internal sinews seemed to incite the monster and it plowed its way deeper and deeper into her vainly resisting passage. She felt the walls of her cringing cunt clasp around it like a glove. She sensed its every fleshy ridge as her nerve ends transmitted its enormous form in minute detail to her muddled mind like a televised beam.
Dear God! It's alive inside me!
The hard, spongy tip pressed relentlessly against her cervix, the thin folds of flesh along its length, the tickling hairs of his balls in the crevice of her ass, were all suddenly a part of her. She had become united with it, and in spite of her pain her tongue snaked out and began an insane licking at her lips. Abruptly, the pungent odors of their union stung her flaring nostrils and she linked it with the frenzied anguish of Paul's rape of her, and once more her nostrils flared as the throbbing cock lodged even deeper into her soft, white belly. In some far-reaching, insane way, she chose to roll them altogether into one great fiery ball of aching hunger. There had never been anything before this, and there would be nothing after! This was it! This moment! Her cunt contracted involuntarily as the lascivious thoughts raced out of control through her drugged brain.
At last, Leduc felt the slight fluttering pressure exerted against his penis. He had waited patiently for it, knowing from experience that it would come. He hovered motionless above her prostrate form, waiting, until she became accustomed to his bulky presence submerged in her belly. Now, he flexed the member gently, expanding it inside her, but holding his body immobile.
"Oh," Janet whimpered through bared teeth, still fighting the fine line of pleasure-pain.
Doctor Leduc waited a moment, anticipating her thoughts, then flexed once more as he watched her face beneath him. The mouth fell limply open, the eyes clenched tightly shut.
"Ooooohhhhh!" she exclaimed. Then, she held her breath as the buried cock expanded more, stretching the narrow passage walls farther apart.
"What we are doing, cheri, is widening your tight little cunt walls so that the presence of a cock inside your belly will bring you nothing but pleasure from now on," Leduc whispered triumphantly down into her tormented face. "Do you understand?"
Janet rolled her head at the vile sound of the obscene words.
It isn't real! Nothing is real! It just can't be happening! It's the devil doing these things to me… turning my body into a raging inferno… Yes… it's the devil… Oh God help me!
Leduc flexed once more, now setting a deliberate teasing rhythm to his throbs. He watched her nostrils begin a hesitant flaring to the tempo. At last, soft mewling noises of rapture escaped from her open mouth in cadence with his tender ministrations.
"Ooooohhh… Yes, darling… Yes, darling," she moaned.
He sensed her urgent answering throbs begin around the head of his penis. Her moist, clasping cunt-throat commenced a soft opening and closing as it swallowed about his throbbing shaft.
He did not move, only continued the spaced, tantalizing pulsing into the pierced lovely beneath him. Now, he lowered his lips to wetly kiss hers and her whole body began to twitch and writhe under him as she groaned incessantly up into the moistness of his mouth, thrusting her tongue with sudden complete abandon deep into his throat. Low hums of passionate, servile acceptance came in torrents from deep in her chest, her beautiful face twisting with erotic passion, her mouth working like a fish out of water, her neck straining as a light sweat broke out onto her forehead under the now disheveled soft blonde hair. Her head lolled from side to side in her semi-conscious state, as her hips began a slow unwitting roll beneath his impaling fleshy spit. Suddenly, her hungry nibbling cunt screwed itself up tighter against his hair-covered pelvis and he was forced to clench his teeth tightly in an effort to control himself.
There was no longer pain, Janet reasoned nebulously. Her body was involuntarily coming to life. A maddening electric tingle had burst into being within her womb and surged relentlessly through the raw nerve ends of her vibrant flesh. It rippled through her cunt and out the fleece-lined flanges, dancing like wild demons across her milky-white thighs, coursing the full length of her outstretched legs to circle about inside her toes as she curled them tightly against the soles of her feet. It raced from her contracting belly insanely through her rib-cage and out to the bruised tips of her pink palpitating nipples.
Leduc slipped his hands down her sides and slid them under the soft, smooth globes of her moving buttocks. They flexed and unflexed to his touch, oozing around his fingers as he pressed his hands tightly into them. He drew her harder to his loins and felt her pulling her thighs back a little more, the moist, slippery hole of her cunt flowering open to receive his cock to greater and greater depths. The cords in her neck and thighs stood out hard and tense as she writhed beneath him from the magnitude of her sensations.
"Now, cheri," he hissed at her, "we must learn to beg for it when we want it, mustn't we?"
"Oooohhh… yes, yes…" she groaned out beneath him, all control over her body gone.
"Then beg me, my pet. Beg me to fuck you," he said as he continued to grind his cock into her wet, quivering cunt.
Even in this wanton, abandoned state she had reached, Janet's brain rebelled. Once more, she began to roll her head, her eyes shut tight as if to blot out the vile order. Everything in her being recoiled at the thought… except her crotch, and therein lay her heart and soul at this very moment. Tears squeezed from her tightly shut eyes, streaming down her cheeks.
"Beg me!" Leduc snarled, digging his fingers cruelly into the softness of her tender, ivory ass-cheeks. "Now! Beg, damn you!"
"Ooooohhhh, yes, yes… I beg you…"
"Be specific! Say it! Fuck me, ma chere. Ram your cock into my cunt! Say it!"
"Oooohhh… Fuck me, my darling…"
"Finish!"
"R-ram your cock into my cunt! Yes… yes, fuck me, my darling!" she babbled, the thought of her own lips speaking these lewd words for the first time in her life sending a new lascivious thrill swirling through her, and she rotated her hips from side to side around his thick, rigid cock vigorously, her vagina dilating in time to its rhythmic beating.
"There now, that's better," Leduc soothed in his rich tones as she whined passionately up at him. "You see how beautiful it can be, cheri?"
"Oh yes, yes! It's beautiful… wonderful! Don't ever stop!"
"Ah oui, ma cheri, but now you must work a little harder," he whispered, and immediately he felt her pelvis begin screwing up against the length of his rock-hard penis. The tiny contracting muscles inside her cunt were nibbling hungrily at the inflated head. The dilated lips between her hair-lined pink slit pulled tantalizingly away, sliding moistly down the rod for several inches then munched their way back up, buffering her soft, golden-down tightly against his pubic hair, embedding the full length of him deep into her warm, white tummy. He remained immobile, resting still above her with his hands flat on either side of her shoulders, his knees pressed tight to the thin-mattressed table. He let her quivering body pump up and down at will on the rigid shaft that fused them together.
He watched intensely its slow withdrawal between them, extracting thin ridges of her pink flesh out with it as she screwed her pelvis down onto the table, then pushing the fleshy coral folds back into her as the glistening length was consumed deep into the quivering, salacious opening. He let her strain against him for awhile, watching the now utter abandon of her labors, a dazed ecstatic smile playing across her lips. Ah yes, he thought, she was going to make a fine patient… and an excellent commodity. He grinned to himself as he felt the harsh slap of his balls against the unprotected crevice of her anus. It was time for further experimentation… and subjugation of this delicate American bitch.
He slid his fingers down over the tight, flexing skin of her ass and found the small puckered anus cradled defenselessly there. It was soft and warm and he could feel it working fish-like with the movement of her buttocks pushing against his loins. He pressed into it with a gentle but quick insertion, feeling the soft, spongy flesh yield unwillingly.
"Oooohhh," she gasped, the sound tumbling from her lips in painful protest.
He thrust further, taking pleasure in hearing her groans of subjugation.
"Oooooohhhhh God!" she cried louder from his further outrage against her defenseless asshole.
But he gave no quarter. Instead, he worked his finger around inside, stretching the rubbery softness wider and wider as he ground into her. He slipped another finger in and felt the tight resistance give way as it moved into the soft warm depths.
The deep guttural noises coming from her chest slowed into whimpers of pain for a moment, and then slowly subsided to be replaced by greater moans of pleasure as her anus became accustomed to the strange, unnatural invasion.
Leduc smiled his little expression of triumph and he kissed her as she began slowly screwing her rectum back onto his fingers, while he probed them methodically around in the warm rubbery channel. She was hopelessly impaled between his hard throbbing cock in her vagina and his fingers shoved tightly in her asshole. And now, moaning and mewling beneath him, she commenced twisting and squealing wantonly under the double ravishment of her loins. Her thrusts up against him became more urgent, her motions faster by the second, her small white teeth biting hard into her lower lip as he continued the drubbing pillage of her asshole. He knew she was straining to cum; the juices of her milking vagina were beginning to flow and he could hear the wet sucking sound of the in and out sawing movement as she suddenly thrust sharply up his cock, absorbing it deep inside her, her back arched a foot off the table, her feet planted flat on either side of his knees. She bucked against him wildly and he pulled his fingers from her rectum with a wet, hissing sound. She squirmed and skewered, raising a cry from her throat with every up-thrust.
"Oh… dear God! Yes! Yes! I'm cuming, darling! I'm cummmiiinnnggg… Aaaaagggghhhh!"
And with the last deep throated cry, her body began quaking uncontrollably. Torrents of milky fluids oozed from her jerking passage, immersing his spearing prick in its sticky warmth and trickling obscenely down the crevice of her smooth, white buttocks and on down over his balls pressed snugly against the tiny brown crinkled anus.
Leduc held himself until she had grunted out the last of her juices onto his matted pelvis, her body still heaving spasmodically. Then, he reached back taking her ankles and raising them over her shoulders, until her widespread slit between her legs was completely open to his desire.
"Now, ma chere," he leered down into her face, "we come to the finale of today's treatment… which should hold you in good stead until tomorrow."
Her mind had begun to clear somewhat. She tried to shake her head to rid it of the cobwebs. She was trembling all over and her stomach was quaking as if she had just been saved from falling off a cliff. My God, the obscene position she was in! And she was helpless beneath him!
Leduc withdrew his deeply imbedded shaft until just the tip of the head rested in her.
"This is the test, ma chere," he taunted and she whimpered beneath him.
He rammed forward with all of his stored up energy. The full throbbing length of his incited cock sunk cruelly into her helpless, exposed vagina. She cried out at the merciless lunge, a futile gesture that only inflamed him further. He could hear, the wet, flat smack as his pelvis smacked hard against her crotch. He dropped heavily upon her, mashing her lush, ripe tits tightly against his chest. He locked his saliva filled mouth to hers, thrusting his tongue deep down into her throat, muffling the cries forming there. His shoulders pushing against the backs of her full rounded calves kept her secured in that helpless position as he battered like a machine-gun into her. Reaching beneath them, he forced his hands under the white full cheeks of her ass, cupping them and kneading the warm soft flesh, pulling the rounded moons far, far apart.
A gem, he thought. Mon Dieu, what an exquisite gem! She would make him, and his friends, very happy when they arrived in Paris.
Now, he initiated lengthy, hard strokes into her steaming channel, wet and slippery from her climax, withdrawing the head until just its tip lay inside the hot, viscous mouth, then charging forward vigorously with his hips, his sac screwing tightly into the wide-split crack of her buttocks.
Janet wailed from her pregnable position, her mind suddenly and brutally evaluating properly as the drug wore away, her immediate rational thoughts filled with both her Paul and her shame.
Oh, dear God! Dear God! What have I done? What am I doing here…?
Again, she groaned as her vulnerable open cunt was plundered almost beyond endurance.
He is mad! He's an insane monster…!
Her head was hinging wildly on her neck with each jack-hammer thrust and it was impossible to fight from her hopeless position. Her arms were pinned down at her sides by her up-drawn legs, and she could feel the giant head of his filthy thing sliding up and down inside her inflamed passage like the hard knob of a long, ugly cudgel… and the hot slap of his testicles against her rectum as he jerked forward with his down stroke. Cool, exhilarating rushes of air soothed her thighs each time he extracted his heavy, pistoning cock.
Dear God, dear God help me! Don't let me succumb this way. It's… it's like a thousand red-hot bars inside me battering one against the other, sending out a million sparks through my body from… from this molten nucleus of… of my CUNT! OH GOD! OH GOD!
"FUCK ME, DAMN YOU! FUCK ME! HARDER… HARDER… HARDER!" she screamed, trying to raise her ass higher to him.
Her womb flared and the resisting lips of her hair-lined slit flowered open to receive the delicious rape of her secret genitals. Her hands fought desperately until they were free and wrapped around his back. Her nails gouged a red streaked path down to his flexing buttocks. She hauled him deep into her and shoved her fleece covered belly up hard to skewer herself fanatically onto the stake of flesh her cunt was endeavoring to suck the life from. She drew his thick, wet tongue voraciously deep into her mouth, swallowing greedily at the droplets of his saliva running down it in her lewd excitement. Now, her voluptuous body was matching his battering plunges with her own rhythmic thrashing.
"Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu!" Leduc babbled over and over as he ceaselessly pounded his inflated cock deep into her white rounded little belly with long cruel strokes. He could feel the hot, white semen amassing within his throbbing balls as they beat a tattoo against her marvelously exposed ass. It was nearing the explosion! Wildly, he thrust his tongue far down her throat and with harshly kneading hands, clutched the wide open cheeks of her lush white buttocks hard up against his ramming pelvis, as he slammed his spewing cock all the way to the hilt in her soft, unresisting cunt.
Janet felt a new sweet pain to her insides as the head of his deeply sunk, tormenting cock suddenly flared into a hugeness that threatened to mangle her inner organs. It began to spurt! She could feel the delicious hot, white liquid shooting into her like molten fire, sloshing around her dilated womb like great streams of searing lava. The very pores of her cunt-walls opened to it, oozing forth their own enraptured answer, spilling her secretion into the already flooded cavern of her quivering pink pussy.
It was maddeningly magnificent! No words could describe it! She was going out of her mind with the ecstasy! She couldn't let it stop!
She clawed frantically beneath her squirming buttocks with both hands and began to passionately milk at his balls pressed into the split of her ass. Her legs jerked out to their full length wildly, quivering helplessly in the air on either side of him. The enormous prick continued to squirt its completion. Thick, hot jets streamed from its head never-endingly in blissful, unbelieving rivers, overflowing her womb and gushing out the milking, convivial cunt-lips mouthing the base of his cock, saturating the silky pubic hair it was buried in.
"Oooohhh, fill me, fill me my darling!" she cried unintelligibly around the plundering tongue still thrust into her throat, while the seething walls of her quaking pussy sucked at the jerking cock ravenously, until it offered one final convulsive leap, the last dregs of his hot, sticky sperm sucked from it.
Leduc fell forward, collapsing upon her, feeling his thick hot sperm mixed with her own delectable juices back-washing his deflated, limp prick. It seemed unbelievably and erotically without end, until she too exhaustedly gave one last spasm, quaking to a final limpness, her legs falling and protruding lifelessly on either side of his body.
He breathed deeply, then slowly pulled himself from the semiconscious girl's form, his flaccid cock sliding from her ravaged cunt. She whimpered as he pulled free. He walked around the table to her and smiled down upon the lovely, spent face. Lifting her arm, he held the hand with the ring before her face.
"Can you see the beautiful amethyst, ma chere? It is your engagement ring. It sparkles… can you see?"
"I… yes, I can see…"
"Concentrate on it, my pet. Watch the stunning sparkle as I move it in the light. It fascinates you, doesn't it?"
"Y-Yes… it fascinates me…"
There were certain aspects of Dhattura that more than pleased him, Doctor Leduc mused after she had been contentedly sent upon her way and he smoked a silent, restful pipe of turkish mixture. The drug was seldom, if ever, used in the west these days, but its long colorful history for centuries was well known as a popular intoxicant in Europe. He had made a great study of aphrodisiacs… a particular necessity in his more intimate ventures. It was its aftermath, the amnesiac effects that pleased him. Of course, it sometimes produced suicidal effects too, but hypnotism controlled that nicely. In all, it made a perfect blend… like his tobacco. He smiled. Lovely creature… and she was completely… how is it they say in America… "hooked"?