By the time Doctor Leduc got around to leading Janet to his private consulting chambers, she found that fear had begun to take the place of the ardent desire that had been building within her throughout the day. The liqueurs – or whatever they were – she had been consuming one after the other had peaked her passion almost to the maddening point before supper, but with the passing of time and following what food she had eaten, all such carnal thoughts and sensations had suddenly dissipated themselves, leaving little but apprehensive revulsion for what she knew was to come.
Dear God, why had Paul insisted they come here, she thought, as the suave Frenchman led her into a luxurious suite of rooms located in a far wing of the sprawling villa. She watched him snap the catch of the lock behind him and wondered what in God's name she would do for help if she needed it. They had walked for ten minutes along corridors and up stairs. Paul could never find her here! Nor could she ever find her way back to him…
"And now, ma chere, this night I want you to completely relax and give of yourself," Leduc said, smiling meaningfully at her.
Although the room was splendidly furnished with massive desk, plush chairs, and other paraphernalia depicting his profession, a round, rose-hued, velvet covered bed surrounded with mirrors immediately caught her eye, its obvious purpose causing her breath to catch frighteningly in her throat.
She looked to him quickly, her beautiful eyes widening now in this new panic that had begun to well up inside her. "Doctor… I… please, may we not go back and join the others?" she stammered hesitantly in her perfect French.
Leduc's smile broadened as he observed this new consternation draining the color from her entrancing face. It pleased him that she dreaded what was to come, yet knew she must submit like a common slave. Earlier, he had feared that she was looking forward to their little tete-a-tete, and he felt disappointed inasmuch as her desire would deprive him of forcing his will upon her, but now he realized she had drunk too much absinthe and the effects had finally dwindled with the event of time and supper.
Leduc walked to a chair and lowered himself into it. "My pet, you surprise me," he said tauntingly. "I thought after our last day aboard ship together that you had come to understand you must open your cunt to me whenever I feel like dallying with you?"
The vile sound of the lewd word twisted Janet's entrails nauseously. "Oh please… please don't speak that way to me?" she pleaded.
"Ahhhh, but ma chere, I will speak to you as I choose," Leduc said softly, changing to English. "For you are my own luscious bitch slave… and tonight I intend to teach you many new things to delight my sensual appetite."
Janet's hand went to her throat in an automatic gesture of her dread. She must have been insane this morning when she thought she wanted him to make love to her! My God, he was foul and evil… and she had to get out of here! Suddenly, she spun about and ran for the heavy door, fumbling with the lock frantically… but the effort was futile. She couldn't open it. Slowly, she turned back toward him, tears dribbling down her reddened cheeks.
"Oh God, please… please, Doctor. Let me go… let me go," she sobbed, slumping to the floor, her face buried in her hands as she wept quietly.
Leduc had not moved. He was reveling in this emotional display of panic and penitence. In fact, it had commenced his member into a lengthening rigidity and he licked at his thin lips licentiously.
"Now, my pet," he said in his soft monotone, "supposing you get up from there and come over here… before you anger the doctor and he sees fit to punish you… in some diabolical manner, eh?"
Janet raised her head, opening her tear glazed eyes in an effort to see him there and study the expression of his face. The sincere tone of his words had frightened her further; she wouldn't put anything past this man. Still, she must try to fight him. She must do everything to keep from submitting to his lust ever, ever again.
"D-Doctor Leduc… don't you see what you're doing to me?" she sobbed at him. "I love my husband… I love him with all my heart and I could never love another. Please… please, let me go to him…?"
"Of course, you love your husband, ma chere," said Leduc, arising and walking to her, gently helping her up from the floor and taking her to a chair beside his desk. "And you will see him… after we've had our shot and our little glass of medication."
Janet hesitated. "Must I have the shot?"
Leduc smiled. "My dear, it's entirely up to you. You know what happens if you don't have it."
The horror of her agonies the previous night came quickly back to her and once more she covered her face with her hands.
My God! I wish I could die!
"So…? Shall we take our shot… or our chances, cheri?"
A shudder rippled through her. "Yes, yes. Give me the shot. Oh God, yes… I've got to have it."
Leduc had decided to use no hypnotism at all on her this night. He wanted her entirely aware of his power over her, completely conscious of the fact that she was nothing more than his slave. A bit of Dhattura to excite her loins and a spot of closed-circuit television for entertainment. That was all that would be necessary, he was certain.
When she had drunk the sweet, amber-colored liquid, he took the glass from her, got to his feet and grasped her hand. Again, Janet held back.
"Come, ma chere, now I'm going to take you to see your husband."
She stood hesitantly, then saw that he was leading her to the round bed.
"Don't be frightened, cheri," he said, smiling at her in his inimitable manner. "We are going to lie down here fully dressed and watch a television screen, and you will see all of the others, including your handsome husband."
Janet was confused and uncertain, but the mere mention of seeing Paul brought her slowly to a reclining position on the bed, with the Doctor beside her, some twelve inches between them. She lay back on the pillow and saw the large screen light up directly before her eye level above her head. Leduc had picked up a small, remote hand unit, pressed the first button that brought the screen from the wall to halt at the proper height, then he had switched a second button setting the instrument in operation.
Already, Janet had commenced to feel those same familiar, prurient sensations tingling in her pelvic area and she tightened her crotch muscles, even crossing her legs as if to choke the growing agitation that was mounting there. And as she did these things, her eyes focused upon the screen above while sounds of beating drums became audibly clear. The dimly lighted background confused her at first, but then the dancers came into view quite readily.
They were young, brown-skinned boys and girls, completely nude and dancing about each other in a wild frenzy, the girl's small, taut breasts and tight firm buttocks jouncing erotically with the savage rhythm, while the boys kept thrusting at them with stiff, naked penises jutting out from their young loins in boarish violence.
My God! She couldn't believe the sight! And then the girls were clasping the boy's members as if they were trying to hold them away… but all of the time massaging and stroking them, and thrusting their own buttocks out behind as if to get away from the oncoming boy… then the girl was attacked from the rear and Janet saw the second boy's long, thin shaft go right up into the poor girl's rectum! The child cried out ecstatically, letting free of the boy's tool in front of her, until he too charged forward, ramming his stiff penis deep up into her vagina and impaling her between them with their cocks sunk deep in both her orifices.
"My God, what is this?" she heard herself question.
Leduc tittered. "It is a fertility rite, ma chere, often performed in North Africa and the Middle East… but this one is taking place right here in the villa at this moment… as you see it."
The carnal sight had involuntarily started her blood racing through her veins as the sensations in her stomach, pelvis and loins continued to increase. She squirmed down into the bed feeling the mattress beneath her buttocks pressing deeper into her dampening crevice. Her panties soaked up the moisture and she squeezed her thighs together to hold down the unwanted tingling fermentations growing there. She swallowed dryly. She was on dangerous ground once more and knew it, but could think of no way of escape. The lewd sight of the wild orgy held her nearly spellbound. She squirmed downward again, the mattress forcing the crotch band of her panties deeper into the split of her loins. Its smoothness excited the sensitive, pink lips of her vagina. She felt minute throbs beginning to pulse in the tiny bud of her clitoris and she bit her lower lip tightly to hold back the forbidden sensations that were throbbing between her legs.
I must get hold of myself! I must!
She raised to one elbow. "You said I would see Paul…"
"And so you will, my pet," said Leduc as she lay back down, raising her knees now with the soles of her feet flat on the velvet coverlet, holding her legs tightly together while her skirt fell back to expose a portion of her smooth white thighs above the tips of her hose. "If you look closely about the room, you will see couches with people dressed in togas lying upon them… and doing other things…"
She did… and she saw! She made out the face of Charl Rondeau… and… and Gretchen Friestag… both naked! And she was on all fours with Charl on his knees behind her buttocks… then, Leduc flicked a button that brought them into close-up and Janet gasped when she saw Charl's slippery cock plunging into the lovely blonde German girl's flowered vagina. She watched in revulsive fascination as Charl fucked into her with long powerful strokes – not hurrying, and leaning back to enjoy the sight of his prick moving in and out of her glistening, moist cunt – she watched the soft, pink flesh of Gretchen's throbbing pussy gripping and clasping at his thick shaft in pulsating constrictions, then…
"My God!" she gasped a second time as she made out the countenance of Paul with Madame Leduc bent over him, his prick shoved to its entirety into her mouth! "It's… it's Paul… and your wife!"
"Of course, ma chere," purred Leduc. "She's sucking him. Beautiful, isn't it? Poor chap, look at the salacious expression on his face. He is loving it… it has been such a long time for him."
"Oh, dear Jesus!" Janet groaned. "My husband… my darling Paul!"
"But you see, my dear, if you won't suck or fuck him, he had to go to another," Leduc said, rolling to his side and placing his hand upon her belly. "Just as you must come to me to have your pussy licked… or receive a cock in your asshole… or merely to get fucked…"
"Oh no, no! Stop… stop!" Janet groaned at his obscenities, writhing beneath his touch as a deep, indescribable electrifying shock surged through the frayed nerve-ends of her drugged body like a thousand tiny sharp needles. Laughing red demons seemed to spring into being and dance wickedly along the inner softness of her thighs. Her buttocks ground desperately into the soft bed beneath her in an effort to quench a sudden hot flame licking hungrily over her body. She closed her eyes so that she would not have to see the horrible thing that Paul was letting the woman do to him, and she strained to blot out even the thought of it from her mind… but it was impossible to eliminate the maddening sensations Doctor Leduc's hand was causing her.
Suddenly, his fingers dug into the softness of her flesh and she whimpered in pain. His hand moved down her side as he edged closer to her, his hot breath against her cheek, and his fingers dug cruelly into the narrowness of her waist, and then over the full rounded curve of her hips into the hardness of her pelvis taunting her, and she clutched at his hand as his fingers gathered in the folds of her skirt until he reached the crease of her hot loins between her legs. Gone was any sign of gentleness. He began to chew savagely at her ear while he rubbed furiously into her crotch, raising a cry of pleasure-pain from her throat… then, he rolled back away from her and laughed.
"Now, that is the way it could be if I so desired it, ma chere," he sneered, unzipping the front of his trousers. "But I believe, for a little while anyway, I'd prefer more gentle and submissive loving, eh?"
Janet did not answer. She had heard him open the front of his trousers and dreaded to think what was going to happen next.
"Enough of this nonsense, my bitch," he said sharply. "It's time for our little performance… now, take out my cock."
An unwanted shudder of sensual delight quivered through Janet at his command, yet she still sought to fight it as the pin-pricks of sensation followed along the path his cruel fingers had taken.
Once again, Leduc reached over to her, well aware of the hopeless battle raging within the tortured girl beneath the kneading fingers. He slid his hand under her skirt and along the soft warm flesh of her inner thigh and she merely moaned, no longer trying to stop him. He squirmed his fingertips beneath the elastic of her panties, then with thumb and forefinger on the fleshy lips of hair lining the outside of her cunt, he spread them slowly apart. Janet lay holding her breath, still attempting to fight with all of her moral strength.
But her philter weakened will power would not sustain her… and her resistance shattered.
She groaned, the exquisite feeling of air rushing over the rising bud of her exposed clitoris. It rippled through her now quivering belly and out into the nipples of her covered, throbbing tits, destroying all feeling of debasement, humiliation, or thought of any other thing but the delicious pleasures building within her. The straining muscles of her thighs relaxed loosely and she rolled toward Leduc with a little moan as her small hand darted forth inside his trousers to find his heavy, thick cock and bring it out into the room with them.
"Uuuuunnnhhh," Leduc grunted as her long fingers encountered the upstanding sticky flesh, sticky with the oozing lubricant dribbling from the tip of its hard, swollen head.
And in spite of her deep revulsion, Janet began to stroke and caress it, manipulating the long foreskin up and down over the corona. Then she slid her hand down the long shaft to its base, and below to stroke his hairy balls reverently, cupping and squeezing them with inherent feeling, then trailing back up to pinch at the beautiful hardened pole of flesh with tiny, nibbling pressures.
Oh… I love it, I love it! It's so big and long and thick! God, I want it inside me! Why doesn't he take me? Oh… do something to me you evil bastard! Fuck me… lick me… something…!
Leduc lay upon his back, not touching her now, luxuriating in the submission that had fully overtaken her. She was kissing his neck, his cheek, his ear and eyes and nose and lips, her hot, wet, little tongue licking at him wildly.
"You may undress me now," he said levelly, and immediately she responded, unbuttoning and pulling at his clothing. "Gently!" he snapped.
"Y-Yes, yes, I'm sorry, my darling," she apologized stammeringly, not knowing or caring what had come over her, her glazed mind filled only with the credo of his magnificent cock.
And when she was done, he said, "Now, your own things. Hurry, take them off."
She did, returning quickly beside him to seize hold of his jerking prick, but Leduc stopped her.
"Get down between my legs," he ordered, watching her heavy full breasts dance and her lush, round buttocks sway as she crawled on all fours to his command, her beautiful long blonde tresses pouring down over her shoulders like a cascading, golden waterfall. "Now… don't touch it with your hands," he said from where he lay on the pillow, his legs wide-spread with her kneeling between them, sitting back on her lovely haunches and waiting for his commands, a wanton expression of carnality playing over her ravishing features. "Just bend forward to kiss and lick it… from the balls all the way to the tip of its head."
She did, and without reluctance, tasting the pungent man tang for the first time in her young life, its distinctive spice instigating wild tremors of delight to course through her, and she felt her breasts tenderly with her own hands, and the firmness of her belly and thighs.
Ohh, I love it! I love it!
She lavished it with her warm, wet tongue, brushing and grazing from its base along its wide under-side to its coronal ridge, sticky and protruding from its thick foreskin, washing, playing and caressing it with every lapping stroke, the crown of her head nearly resting upon his stomach as she managed to split the tiny orifice in the tip of its proud, bloated head with the point of her tongue… then back down to its very base and beyond to the pubic hair-covered sac of his balls, the wiry hairs tickling her tongue as saliva dribbled excitedly along the organ of her mouth and she coated his balls with it in smooth stroking sweeps; then, Leduc raised his legs back against his chest until the sight of his hair encircled, brown anus was exposed to her view and she trailed her saliva-moistened tongue along the cord-like ridge between his wide-spread hair-lined buttocks, circling tauntingly the puckered brown hole, painting his inner ass-cheeks with her saliva, finally stiffening her tongue as its tip endeavored to penetrate the crinkled sphincter of his rectum.
Janet was wild with frenzied new sensations churning in her belly and loins, thrilling, erotic fermentations she had never dreamed could exist. The delicious masculine piquancy of his genitals was driving her almost to the point of orgasm, a phenomenon she would never have believed possible. God! She wanted to suck his sperm into her throat and belly! She had to…! Quickly, she trailed her tongue back over his balls and along the heavy shaft to its throbbing head, and slipped her lips down over it…
Leduc struck her beside the face with his open hand, knocking the member from her mouth and making red, blue and green lights dance before her eyes.
"What did I tell you? Only to lick it, didn't I?" he snarled at her.
Janet, resting back on her haunches once more and breathing heavily, could only stare at him in shocked amazement. She wasn't angry… only surprised and hurt at his treatment.
"I-I'm sorry, darling…"
"And don't call me darling unless I tell you that you may," he ordered sharply. "You will call me Master."
"Y-Yes… Master," she heard herself reply meekly. But it isn't real. It can't be. It's all a dream… a fantastic nightmare.
"You have disobeyed, and you must learn that to disobey me means punishment. Do you understand?"
"Y-yes…"
"Yes, what?"
"Yes… Master."
Leduc smiled. "Good… so, first, you will pray to the almighty cock to forgive you. Clasp your hands together and pray to it."
Janet's heart skipped a beat. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. This vile man expected her to commit idolatry while he lay there and enjoyed her humiliation. Her eyes fastened upon his mighty phallus. Oh God, forgive me… but I want it… I love it… must have it! Slowly, she joined her hands together as if in prayer and bowed her head.
"No! Look at it and beg it for forgiveness aloud," Leduc ordered.
Tears wet her eyes, but she did as he bade. With hands clasped reverently, she said, "P-Please forgive me…"
"That is not good enough!" Leduc exclaimed. "Call it by name!"
"C-Cock… mighty cock, please forgive me… I beg you…" she whimpered in her shame.
"Good, good!" the doctor chanted. "Fine… all right, now your punishment. Come up this way and put your knees on either side of me until your ass is directly above my cock."
A tremor of fear passed through her, but she obeyed, poising her wide-split buttocks above his mighty rod of flesh, then waited fearfully for his command, raging desire insanely plundering her whole vibrant, naked body. He was subjugating her to the most degrading lengths, yet he had hardly laid his hands upon her and she was nearly berserk with the masochistic pleasures filling her.
"All right, you may take my cock and put it in your rectum," Leduc said in his rich, monotoned voice. "It is going to be painful… probably extremely painful as you remember, but it is your punishment and you must accept it and inflict it upon yourself… else I will have nothing more whatever to do with you… even to the supplying of the drug you must have."
"Oh, God no! Don't say that," Janet pleaded. "I-I'll do whatever you tell me… Master."
Leduc smiled in his glee, her complete submission sponsoring tumultuous waves of stimulation to spiral through his throbbing loins and belly. His huge cock leaped at her touch and he felt her draw its head through the now almost dripping slit of her cunt to moisten its massive blunt tip.
Janet felt the mighty shaft lurch against her small palm as she guided its tip to the tiny, snug pink ring of her anus, holding it gently but firmly as she worked its knob back and forth and around in a circling manner as if to ease its very point into beginning penetration.
"There is no easy way to slip it in," he reminded her. "But this punishment, and punishment is never easy, is it, ma chere?"
"N-No… Master."
I must do it. I must! Oh, Jesus… it's so big… but there… there! It's inside! Just the tip… oh Christ! It feels like it's splitting me open! It's tearing my backside apart…! Oh, God almighty… I don't care! I don't care! It's my punishment! I want my punishment… I want you, oh mighty cock, right up my ass! Yes! Yes!
Leduc's own masochistic joy was almost unbearable as he watched the tears of pain streaming down her beautiful, wantonly contorted face. He could feel the foreskin being stretched painfully down against the long, thick, spike of flesh, as she slowly skewered her buttocks down, down, down upon it, her hands clutching agonizingly at the flesh beneath his rib cage.
"Aaaaaaggggghhhhh," she groaned with each inch that she forced up into her tight, hot passage. Oh God, I'm being punished! I'm punishing myself! Yes, yes! Beautiful, painful, sweet agony! Her mind screamed the thoughts at her as she waggled her buttocks and skewered down upon the huge prick burrowing its relentless, never ending length right up into her wide-stretched rectum. There! It's home! All the way! I can feel the pubic hair of his pelvis against my crotch. I've taken it all right into my asshole and its magnificent head is in my bowels! Oh shit! It's horribly wonderful…!
"I've done it!" Janet exclaimed proudly. "I've punished myself… taken it all right up my ass!"
Leduc groaned as he raised his pelvis to thrust even a half-inch farther.
"Aaaaagggghhhh," Janet whimpered, screwed her buttocks down tighter upon the believable impalement.
"Do you like it?" Leduc hissed.
"Oh yes, yes…"
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Master."
He flexed the head of his monstrous tool and she winced once more. He made a half choking, laughing sound as the tightness of the soft, rubbery flesh grasping around his cock sent violent spasms of delection whipping about in his loins. He said, "All right, now you may commence to fuck and simultaneously finger your cunt while I watch you. With your other hand you'll reach behind you and tenderly massage my balls."
Janet responded immediately, wallowing obscenely in the pleasure of her debasing subjugation, raising and lowering her wide-split buttocks almost to the tip of his heavy prick, then back down to drive the thick cudgel deep up into her back channel to her belly, the blunt intrusion of his swollen cock vibrating through every fiber of her being, pushing the soft spongy flesh inside of her inhumanely stretched anal passage in great waves of excruciating, pleasurable pain before it, filling her backside ceaselessly as though she were being impaled on the trunk of a giant oak by the barbarians of old, while with her left hand she reached behind and between her ass-cheeks to his bloated, sperm filled balls to caress and milk them. With her right hand she dipped her fingers into the throbbing golden mass of her own pubic hair, and beyond into the opened wet slit of her cunt, feeling it palpitate against their tips. With a groan, she sunk one middle finger deep into the viscous moistened mouth. Her breath hitched in her throat at the added sensation and she could feel his massive cock through the thin wall separating her vagina and back channel, slipping in and out of her as she raised and lowered her hips. But the fire in her loins increased and her cunt demanded more than the single finger trying to feed its lewd hunger. She inserted another and yet another, cramming them into the wet of her seething vagina in rhythm with the huge prick that she herself was fucking into her tortured anal passage.
I'm fucking myself with his wonderful cock driving like a fence-post up my ass, and my fingers buried in my cunt! I'm completely and helplessly impaled by my own doing! My tits are throbbing like his balls, bloated and pulsing in my hand. I can see down between my feverish tits to beyond my tummy where my fingers and hand is almost absorbed in my aching, slippery cunt! There, he is watching me too, his eyes wild with lewd excitement. I'm punishing myself! I am! I tried to suck his mighty cock without asking first! I deserve to be punished! Oh, Master… Master!
Suddenly, Leduc groaned loud and long. "J'arrive! Christ! I am going to cum! It's here! Now! Fuck it harder! Milk my balls you bitch! Now… now… NOW! Yesss… I'm ccccuuuuummmmuinnnggg!"
He screamed as an insane man might, and Janet pounded her hips frantically up and down on his thick shaft, squeezing and milking at his palpitating balls as she thrust her fingers into her steaming pussy vigorously in an attempt to bring about her own climax. Then, she felt the hot, boiling liquid of his sperm shoot deep up into her back passage. Oh God, I want to cum too…! But I can't! Oh shit, I'll burst, I'll burst! She felt every contraction of his horrendous cock as it jerked out its great load of hot, white cream into her bowels… but still her own climax remained but a hair away.
She punished herself violently in her effort, but then she felt his bludgeoning tool growing soft in her forever stretched rectum and she almost cried out in her anxiety.
"All right," said Leduc. "That is enough. Stop."
"B-But I haven't… My God, don't leave me like this? I've got to have release…" Janet implored.
"I said to stop!" ordered Leduc.
She did, her breathing coming in heavy gasps, making her full, firm breasts rise and fall in deep panting motions. And as he waved his hand at her, she crawled off him, falling down onto the bed in a quivering state of choked up passion.
"Ohhhh, please… please, Master, I beg you… fuck me… fill me with that wonderful cock. My God, I've got to have it! Please, please…" Janet moaned and pleaded.
Already, her entreaties aroused him and Leduc felt his tool stir again. Ah, yes… yes, he thought, what a delightful night this is going to be.