Erotic Bedtime Tales

EROTIC STORIES FOR BED-TIME READING ESCAPED "Collect some fire wood, will you, Bobbi, and I'll finish setting up the tent," said her mother Tara, as she tied down the last corner of the tent and drove the stake into the ground. "Sure, mom," Bobbi replied, "it shouldn't take me more than ten minutes or so!" "It had been so long since the two of them had done anything together," thought Tara, so two days in the mountains would be good for both of them!!! Bobbi did more than an adequate job of scrounging dry wood, and in a few minutes, Tara had a roaring fire going with a pot of beef stew hanging from a tripod in the middle of the flames. The cool air was filled with the aroma of boiling stew, so coupled with not having eaten for over six hours, both women felt their tummies growling in anticipation of a hot dinner!!! The sun was setting in the western sky as Tara and Bobbi sat down and ate their supper. The dinner conversation ranged from how Bobbi was doing in school, to how both of them were doing since the loss of Fred, Bobbi's father and Tara's husband of eighteen years. It had been almost a year since his passing, and while Bobbi seemed to be getting along just fine, her mother on the other hand, still hurt deeply from her loss. Seeing as how her mother was getting a little misty eyed, Bobbi steered the conversation back to her school activities, and Tara immediately seemed to perk back up! Lost in the atmosphere of good food and conversation, neither of the two woman noticed when three strange men appeared in the clearing fifty yards down the path. Drawn by the smell of the stew, the three hungry fellows were making a beeline for their camp! It wasn't until the three of them were practically on top of them before Tara noticed them standing not more than twenty feet away! Her heart practically stopped at the suddenness of their appearance, but trying not to let on her fear, Tara asked casually, "May I help you!?!" The taller and rougher of the three explained, "We've been lost in the woods all day and followed the smell of your food, we ain't eaten since late last night!" Sensing trouble, Tara quickly decided if they were going to make trouble, the two of them alone couldn't stop them anyway, so she offered, "We have plenty of beef stew left, won't you join us!?!" "Mother," Bobbi hissed under her breath, "are you crazy!?!" "Shush," Tara shot back, "I know what I'm doing," while the three men took their placed around the fire as Tara spooned out generous portions of stew to each of them. They ate pretty much in silence, while every once in a while looking over their shoulders back up the trail, as if someone was following them! It was about at that moment when Tara realized that the three strangers were escaped convicts!!! She tried mightily to keep the terror she felt off of her face, but it was useless, and the big one noticed it at once and said harshly, "Okay, so ya know, well it won't help you none, "cuz we lost them dogs hours ago, so don't expect no help anytime soon!!!" "Whatya think, Frank," asked the short stocky one, "do ya think we'd better keep moving!?!" "We gotta rest sometime," replied Frank, "it might as well be here, we've got all the comforts of home," as he turned his gaze to the two women, and for the first time Bobbi realized the trouble they were in, so instinctively she snuggled up close to her mother for protection, but in her heart she knew that it was a futile gesture!!! The sun was beginning to set, and the three escapees began eyeing the two women with more than just a passing interest! Frank, the obvious leader of the trio, came over to Tara and jerked her to her feet. Bobbi let out half a scream, but she was quickly shut up by a back handed slap across her face, that not only knocked her over, but it also stunned her into submission! "Leave my daughter alone," Tara hissed at Frank, but his powerful grip on her arm made sure that all she could do was complain verbally! "Okay, bitch," spat Frank harshly, "if you two cunts want to do it the hard way that's fine by us, but we haven't had any pussy in over three fucking years, so one way of the other you're gonna give it up, got it!?!" Tara could see that Bobbi was in the never never land between consciousness and unconsciousness, so, hoping against all hope that they would leave her eighteen year old daughter alone, Tara turned to Frank and said, "Okay, Frank, you can have me, she's just a child, so leave her alone and I'll do what ever you want!" The three cons all roared with laughter, with the short stocky con replying, "You dumb fucking cunt, we'll fuck your little bitch daughter if we want to, and make you eat her pussy out when were finished!!!" Before she could respond, Frank wrenched her around by the arm, forced her to her knees directly in front of him, and ordered, "Open it up, bitch, and suck me off, and if you try anything funny, I'll have Danny fuck you little cunt daughter in the ass, understand

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me!?!" Tears began forming in Tara's eyes, but she nodded her head "yes", and began unbuttoning Frank's prison issue! The smell of old urine and sweat filled Tara's nostrils, and it was all she could do to keep from upchucking her dinner! "Hurry up, cunt," Frank ordered testily, "get that prick out and suck it!!!" It had been over twelve months since she had had a cock in her mouth, and while these were far from ideal conditions to say the least, when Tara felt the hot firmness of a hardon in her hands, she couldn't help it, but her pussy convulsed a little as her whole groin area drench itself with pussy juice!!! When she finally extracted it, it was nearly fully erect, with a large purple head that was straining to explode, and gingerly she moved her head forward, but Frank grabbed the back of her head and forced the thick organ into her mouth, causing her to momentarily gag as it rammed against the back of her throat! Frank let out a loud moan, and with just a few licks and sucks from Tara, Frank's pecker flinched, and filled her mouth with a gusher of hot cum!!! Frank milked his dick of every last drop of cum into Tara's mouth, before giving way to Danny, who didn't want a blow, but a good hard fucking!!! "Okay, cunt," he snarled harshly, "off with your jeans and panties, and be quick about it," while dropping his own to reveal a fast thickening boner! Tara, while totally repulsed by the situation, sensed that when Danny slammed his pecker into her, she was going to have a huge orgasm whether she liked it or not! As Danny climbed between her thighs, Bobbi rolled over onto her side just in time to see eight inches of cock slide into her mothr's quim! "Mother," she moaned, while rubbing the side of her cheek, "no, leave my mother alone!!!" Tara's head rolled from side to side as the thick piece of manhood penetrated her pussy, and much to her own horror, and that of her daughter, a low guttural moan escaped her lips along with a wailful begging, "Oh my god, fuck me harder, fuck me harder!!!" Frank and Jocco, the third member of the trio, both laughed uproariously and Frank said to Bobbi derisively, "Your mama fucks like a two dollar whore, just look at the pitiful bitch!!!" Tears filled Bobbi's eyes as she watched her mother begging for cock like there was no tomorrow, and while she sobbed softly to herself, Tara timed Danny's thrusts so that her crotch met his with equal force, which of course gave her the most pleasure possible! In the back of her mind she could hear her daughter crying, but she was beyond caring, all she could think about making sure that the pecker inside her, satisfied her pussy!!! The first cock induced orgasm in over a year spread from Tara's pussy and coursed throughout her body, leaving her shaking and convulsing in climatic ecstasy, while Bobbi looked on in disbelief while her mother seemed to enjoy being raped by the savage convict! When she had a chance to quiet down and regain her senses, Tara looked her daughter in the eye and said, "I'm sorry, dear, but it's been so long, I couldn't help myself, I've always been so addicted to hard cocks, and Danny has a very large penis!!!" "Oh, mother," Bobbi sobbed, "what are we going to do!?!" Tara, now a little slack jawed and spent, didn't even raise a protest when Jocco and Frank grabbed Bobbi and pulled off her clothing, leaving her naked in the cool night air! "Look at her nipples, Frank," Jocco said, "they're all ready hard!" Bobbi had stopped crying, and a shiver ran through her body as her naked skin was caressed by the cool damp air! "W-what are you going to do to me," she asked nervously, but in her heart all ready knowing the answer!?! Why we're gonna fuck your mouth and cunt, little bitch," spat Frank, as he and Jocco dropped their pants which allowed their peckers to pop into view! Bobbi knew it was useless to resist, because she knew that their was the real danger that if she pissed any of the three men off, they could hurt either her or her mother badly, or maybe even worse!!! "There's something about fucking young pussy," sighed Frank, as he lined up his pecker on Bobbi's tight little cunt! "You got that right, bro," replied Jocco, as his own pecker rubbed across Bobbi's mouth! "On three," yelled Frank, and with one hard lunge, both he and Jocco buried their dicks into Bobbi, one in the cunt and one in her mouth!!! "Ugh," moaned Bobbi, but the pain she felt was mixed with a rising tide of pleasure as the two escapees plowed their hardons in and out of her! Tara had never seen her daughter in any kind of sexual situation, but she could see from her actions that this was not the first time she had been fucked! "Such a young firm body," Tara thought to herself, "with such pretty breasts!!!" While just a few minutes ago she had been whimpering like a wounded puppy, Bobbi was now in the process of being taken hard sexually by two grown men, and even though she was trying to resist it, her cunt was giving her away, and it was inevitable that she would have a truly smashing climax!!! Tara subconsciously reached down and began flicking her clit while she watched Bobbi get the fucking and sucking of her life! "Hey look," shouted Danny, "the old whore here can't get enough, she's fingerin' her own pussy!!!" Out of the corner of her eye, Bobbi could see her mother frantically jamming her fingers in and out of her hairy pussy, and it was at that moment that she realized just how much her mother missed her father's

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penis!!! Pulling Jocco out of her mouth for just a second, Bobbi looked at her mother and mouthed the words, "I love you, mama," and at just that instant, Frank erupted deep inside Bobbi's cunt, while Jocco had taken his cock and jerked it furiously until it shot all over Bobbi's face!!! The second the hot cum splattered on her face, Bobbi's vagina collapsed around Frank's cock, and her whole body was rocked by a tremendous orgasm!!!" Just seeing her daughter so satisfied was all it took for Tara go over the edge once more, leaving her a limp and shaking from another powerful climax!!! Both women were then allowed to climb into one of the sleeping bags and go to sleep. Early the next morning Tara opened her eyes expecting to find the three men still in camp, but much to her delight they were gone!!! All of their provisions were missing, but they were safe and alive, and living to tell about it!!! Not waking her daughter, Tara held her close and thanked God for getting them through such a trying ordeal! She also couldn't help thinking about the hard cocks she had had the night before, and while it was a terrifying experience, she had to admit that the sex was pretty darn good, and well, she had needed it!!!

PREY Hal Decker pulled on his turtle neck sweater and padlocked is locker and yelled to the attendant, "Seeya in a couple of days, Jimmy, have a good one!!!" It was a crisp and clear September evening in Minneapolis, and Hal was thinking about how much better he was feeling since he started working out twice a week as he approached his car at the far end of the parking lot!!! He was just about open the door on his new SUV, when out of nowhere a vice like grip around held his arms tight to his body, before a handkerchief doused with chloroform was pressed roughly over his mouth and nostrils, quickly rendering him unconsciousness!!! He didn't know how long he had been out, but his nose burned from the chloroform, and when he tried getting to his feet, he found that he was tied up and unable to get off of what he thought was a bed!!! With the room was pitch dark, he had time to ponder his situation, and for the life of him, he couldn't figure out who would want to kidnap him!!! He wasn't rich and neither were his folks, so money was out of the question, so what in the heck was it!?! Since he wasn't already dead, he figured that who ever it was probably wanted him alive, but as of that moment it was pure speculation, so he lay quietly while working on his bindings!!! It was useless, who had ever tied him up knew exactly what they were doing, because the harder he tried to escape the tighter they became!!! Seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into hours, and he was just about to scream out when the door burst open, the light came on, and much to his surprise, there stood a woman dressed in army fatigues with black face toting an M16 rifle!!! "What the fuck's going on around here," he demanded in a voice that sounded much more sure of himself than he really was!?! The woman in the army get up ignored his question and turned to someone in the other room and said, "He's awake now, whataya wanna do!?!" He couldn't quite make out what the other person had said, but within seconds, three other like dressed females burst into the bedroom, grabbed him around the waist, and dragged him out into a shabbyily appointed living room!!! He started to ask again what was going on, but instead he got a rifle butt slammed into his belly which instantly dropped him to his knees!!! "Don't ya just love it when they're on their knees," a tall slim blonde laughed, "I think I might as well take advantage of the situation, don't you, girls!?!" The other three women either laughed or chuckled at the blonde's remark, but

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when she started removing her pants and panties, Hal knew right away that this could turn out to be a very long night!!! "Okay now, baby," the blonde said gently while roughly pulling his mouth to her bulging pussy, "now be a good little boy and mama won't have to punish you!!!" "Way to go, Candy," one of the other women urged, "make the little maggot suck you off, make him do you good!!!" Candy's head rolled from side to side on her shoulders as Hal's tongue slithered up and down the hot pussied bitch's slit, educing a long moan and sigh as her orgasm built deep inside of her cunt!!! "Jesus christ, we finally found one that knows where a clit is," Candy moaned as her pussy convulsed wildly in Hal's mouth, "I-I'm fucking cumming so fucking hard, ohhhhhhhhhh fuck that's nice!!!" Even though he was on his knees and tied up, Hal couldn't help himself as he greedily lapped up Candy's profuse cunt juice, until when she was finally spent, the hot pussied blonde fell backwards onto the floor with her legs splayed wide apart while struggling to catch her breath!!!" It was at that point that a chunky brunette announced, "Since we seem to be gettin' and early start on things, I might as well see what our boy had hidden inside those pants!!!" Hal turned to face the dark haired plumper, but when he began to protest, one of the other women pointed her rifle at his groin and said evenly, "Honey, you ain't got no choice!!! Hal lay helplessly on the floor while his pants and shorts were jerked from his waist, leaving his erection standing at attention in front of the four crazy women!!! "Oh my," The brunette said softly while running her hand along its length, "I'm gonna enjoy this to the max, I surely am gonna enjoy riding this!!!" Hal threw his head back and closed his eyes, wondering when this nightmare would end, but before he could contemplate his future much longer, a warm mouth engulfed his hard pecker causing him to moan loudly as his nut sack automatically tightened!!! When he opened his eyes, he nearly fainted when he saw the huge brunette's huge fat bottom slowly lowering itself onto his shaft!!! "Oh god," he whimpered as her huge cunt swallowed up his eight inches like it was nothing, "p-please be careful!!!" "Listen to him, Carla," one of the other women said with a laugh, "I think you're scaring him, I know I'd be scared if a fat ass like that was sittin' on me," which made Carla stick out her tongue at her tormentor, before slowly beginning to grind her pussy hard all around his hard thick spike!!! With her breathing growing more shallow, Carla cupped her full fat breasts and moaned, "Y-you were right, Candy, this boy's got a gift, oh myyyyyy he fucks me so nice!!!" Up until now Hal had tried to remain still as the fat assed brunette fucked herself on his thick pole, but now, his cock was drifting slowly past the point of no return, and without warning, he began slowly thrusting his erection hard into the cunt of the panting woman!!! "Oh, god," she groaned, "h-he's fucking my pussy so hard, I'm gonna cum all over him!!!" She wanted to ride him, well she was gonna get her chance, as Hal rammed his meat up into her now helpless pussy until both of them groaned in unison as his pecker shot load after hot load of cum into her steaming quim!!! "F-fuck," she stammered as her own orgasm shredded her spasming organ, "just fucking incredible!!!" After taking a couple of minutes to regain his breath and bearings, Hal asked softly, "Can you please tell what I'm doing here!?!" The women looked back and forth between each other until Candy announced, "Well to tell you the truth, Hal, you were selcted because we thought you might give us a challenge!!!" "A challenge," he aske warily, "what kind of challenge!?!" "It's kinda hard to explain," Candy went on slowly, "ya see, we kidnap men and turn them loose in the woods, and after giving them a head start, we chase them down and fuck them!!!" Hal just stared at the quartet in front of them before stammering, "Are you gals nuts, kidnapping is a federal crime, you can go to prison for that!?!" "Well," Carla answered while pulling on her fatigues, "after a guy's been fucked six ways to Sunday, do you think he's really gonna call the cops, after all, it's probably the best time he's ever had in his life!!!" Hal's head was spinning at that logic, but in a way, Carla made some sense, how could a guy go to the police if he'd just satisfied four sex crazed women with rifles, and besides, who the hell would ever believe him!?!" Finally his shoulders slumped and he replied, "Okay, I'll play, but can you at least untie me!?!" Candy gave Carla a nod, and quick as a flash she pulled a huge survival knife and with just a flick of the wrist, cut him free!!! "Let's hurry up and start the game," a redhead said excitedly!!! "You and Brenda don't even fuck'em," Carla said sarcastically, "all ever do is eat each other out and watch me and Candy screw'em!!!" "Well it's the thrill of the hunt," Ginger shot back, "and my sexual preference is none of your damned business, thank you!!!" Carla just laughed at the tiny redhead and declared loudly, "Why do we even have these two cunt lappers around, Candy, all they ever do is watch us do all the work!?!" "Ladies, ladies," Hal said quietly, "I've got and idea, instead of chasing me through the forest, why not just let Carla and Candy fuck me while Ginger and Brenda

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do their thing, come on now, whataya say!?!" Candy and Carla looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders before Candy replied, "Okay, that's all right with us, do you think you can get it up again for both of us!?!" The answer to that question was already becoming evident as Hal's penis began to grow in anticipation of his pending encounter with the two kidnappers!!! As if they were having a race, everyone began throwing off their clothing until all of them were standing naked in the middle of the living room!!! Hal eyed Brenda and Ginger as the two lesbians began necking and nuzzling each other, but his attention quickly returned to Candy and Carla as they made a human sandwich out of him by pressing him between them!!! "Come on ladies," Hal panted, let's get down to buisness shall we," as he pushed Carla to the floor and buried his mouth in her huge hairy muffy!!! "Oh fuck," the chunky brunette gasped, "Y-you're right, he knows exactly where my clit is, ohhhhhhhhhhh fuck is this good, suck me, boy, suck my big fat pussy!!!" Candy let her hand drop to her pussy as she began mindlessly fingering herself while watching Carla getting her cunt eaten, and of course, watching Ginger and Brenda beginning a long session of sixty nine!!! Carla was so turned on by the oral attention she was receiving, it only took a matter of mintues for Hal to bring her to a shattering orgasm that reduced her to a quivering mass of fat female flesh!!! As soon as Carla had let out her last moan, Candy quickly pulled Hal away from the huge dark cunt and force him onto his back where she quickly mounted his hard erection!!! "Good fucking god," she sighed as his meat disappeared inside of her, "he's hard a fucking rock, mmmmmmm, I just love riding a big fucking boner!!!" Carla was still in no shape to move, but just watching her best friend riding the huge stallion cock made her cup her huge breasts and bring one of her hard nipples to her mouth where she greedily sucked on it!!! Candy groaned loud and long as Hal's spike filled her to overflowing, and just as his body stiffened as his cock spasmed, she joind him in one of the best and hardest orgasms she had ever experienced until she was totally and completely strung out from her cum, at which time she rolled off of him and gasped for breath as her heart pounded like a trip hammer in her chest!!! The room now was filled only by the slurping sounds coming from the pussies of the two cunt lapping lesbians, Ginger and Brenda, who were now grinding their hot boxes hard into each other's mouth while their orgasms shook like earthquakes in their convulsing cunts!!! Everyone was quiet for a while as each of them slowly came down from their own sexual high, that is until Hal asked easily, "Now, could someone please tell me exactly where we are, I gotta get back to my car!?!"

KIDNAPPED Walking for an accounting firm for 5 years, I have been handling large accounts. A friend suggested no one would notice if a couple of thousands of dollars here and there were missing. I took the advice. Everything went well, unnoticeable for about three months. One day I received a note to go to Mr. Smith, my manger’s office. Mr. Hanson, the chief of security and my account lead, Lance were also waiting in the office. I froze. What’s going on! Leticia. I have been told you’ve embezzled this firm for the last three months. All the evident were on his desk. I was shaking, couldn’t deny. "I am sorry. I was weak and thought it wouldn’t affect anyone since it was a just a small amount comparing to all those huge accounts. I promise I will never do this again" I cried. Mr. Smith said, Explain all the details how you did it. We need to prevent this from happening again. After a whole hour, going through all the details. Mr. Smith asked, now let’s talk about what we should do to you. "Please Mr.

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Smith. I promise I’ll be clean for now on. I will never do that again. He paused and then looked at the other two men. They nodded their heads and smiled. Voice of Mr. Smith, "since you have been such a good accountants for the last 5 years, I can be a little easy on you". I was ecstatic. "Thank you thank you". He grinned while glanced at the other two men. Tell me why I shouldn’t press charge against you. I begged: "I promise you will not be disappointed in me". "I am glad to hear that" he responded, "Lance, would you lock the door behind you". Yes, sir Lance responded with anticipation. What’s going on? I wondered. Mr. Smith moved his big chair away from his desk. What size are your breasts? I stunned. I’m sorry Sir. You heard me. Your breasts size? What is it? 34C sir. I thought so, he said. Is your pussy very hairy? I couldn’t believe my own ears. I stammered.. no sir. I shave my pussy everyday. Yummy.. Lance and David, can I see her breasts.. The two men quickly came to me and put their hands on my shoulders. I resisted trying to get away. Lance whispered to my ear: I suggest you are not going to make a sound, Honey you don’t have a lot of choices. Either you get it here or you'd prefer the lesbians in jail, your choice. I can’t believe it. They blackmailed me, and my choice was obvious. I struggled in their strong grips, but know I couldn’t say no. The top of my dress was torn off. My bras were undone. Mr. Smith approached, and put his hands on my young breasts. He murmured “lovely”. His hands started squeezing my breast, then pinched my nipples with his fingers. I tried to move away from his touch, but the hands of the two men were securing my body that I couldn’t move. He started kissing me .. I felt like he was going to swallow my tongue. I protested but couldn’t make any sense. He then moved his mouth to my breasts, and sucked and sucked, while the other men were working on my clothes. My dress was dropped on the floor, then my bra and panties. My panty hose was cut. I was all naked, feeling humiliated, and confused. I felt aroused, and wet. Mr. Smith’s mouth was engorging my breasts, as my pussy was bare, he moved his hands and fingered my clit. Lance and David were breathing hard with excitement: How is it Boss? Wonderful. This is great. A sixty yr old man ravaging the body of a twenty–five yr old girl is better than expensive wine. Trust me, he said, you will have your shares, boys. I feel other hands running along my back, then landed along the crack of my bare ass. "Suck my cock, you thief. I don’t get blowjob from my wife. You’d better make me happy and don’t disappoint me" He sat down in his big chair after dropping his pants down to the ankles, retrieving his cock in his hands. I resisted, but someone’s hands dragged me to him, and forced my face to his crotch. He reminded me I am a thief ! and now I have to pay. I have no way out, except making him happy. Taking his cock in my mouth, I started lick his mushroom, and sucked and sucked at first with hesitation, then I started enjoying it. My mouth was tightly wrapping around him and pumping his cock harder. My pussy was wet and dripping. I couldn’t believe I loved it. He moaned loudly with pleasure. Someone lifted my ass up from the behind. Someone got under me: my pussy was on his face. His mouth started sucking my clit..ohhh! I moan softly with a cock in my mouth, I can’t make clear sound. I felt other mouth along my back…and hands on my ass cheeks. My pucker hole was licked that gave me a great pleasure I’ve ever had. Here I was, naked and violated by three men .. and my cunt was dripping wetter than ever. My moan was more vocal he moaned in ecstacy along with all the men’s. Yesss… thief. Harder.. .make daddy cum in your mouth, and you will drink every drop. Mr. Smith’s voice was so turning on … My head pumped harder and harder. His hands grasped my hair and pulled and pushed to his crotch… His voice was louder and more urgent.. Yessss slut… just like that …yess… harder harder…. Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh. He shot his hot load in my mouth and screamed with ecstasy. I couldn’t hold any longer, letting out the enormous climax rushing through my body. As Mr. Smith dropped back in his chair, someone picked me up and dragged me on the desk. My butt was pulled to the edge of the desk, my legs were spread apart, Lance already had his pants dropped, he quickly shoved his 9-in hard on in my pussy. His hands were holding my legs up high, he started fucking me like there’s no tomorrow. It felt so good, I lost my sense of the surrounding. Damn you Lance, you’ve always wanted to fuck me. Here’s your chance. Fuck me like a real man… Fuck me… I moaned and got vocal. Mr. Smith whispered.. David, the slut is getting so hot, you have to shut her mouth before she gets too loud. David didn’t waste any time. He got on the desk, on my face and put his cock in my mouth. Oh….. I have never been fucked by two men at the same time before. This was so good and I have ever never thought it could be this good. My head bopped up and down pumping David’s cock while Lance was fucking my cunt like a mad dog. More

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pumping more ramping in the pussy, another huge climax rushing … oohhh..ohhh..aaaaahhhhhhhhh my body writhed and writhed as a hot load shot in my pussy. Lance ramped the last thrusts violently in my cunt before he exhaustedly dropped on the floor. His hot cum overflowed my pussy, and dripped down to my ass. David’s cock was taken off my mouth… Fuck! she sucks so good, I have to cum in her ass. The men rallied. My body was turned over, bent over the desk. My bare breasts were pressed on the desk with my face down. My legs were spread wider. Someone parted my ass cheeks, and fingered around the ring, then more fingers shoved in my asshole, expanding the hole. Damn.. she’s tight. Hey slut, have you ever get fucked in the ass before? No. I shook my head. Would you like it now? Yes.. I got angry. Damn it. Just fuck it, fuck my ass.. fuck my brains out. Stop asking! David’s cock’s head was at the ring, he started sliding his cock in my ass. It hurt. I bucked because of the pain. Mr. Smith and Lance came to take a closer look of David’s cock penetrating my ass. They gasped with pleasure, as I sighed with mixture of pain and pleasure distributing all over my body. David took his cock out and shoved it my still dripping pussy. The thrusts were great, but I was a little disappointed that he didn’t fuck my ass. After a few thrusts, his cock was well lubricated He now put it back on my ass… preparing to shove in… one inch… slowly in.. then two inch.. and another inch… I sighed with pain… but also felt the thrill the pleasure that three men were watching my ass swallowing a cock.. the whole cock now disappeared in my ass. The pain was so much but subsiding followed with the pleasure was now increasing. David started to pump and pump and pump. His crotch was slapping my bare ass while he was ramping my ass like a wild animal. The pleasure was now totally taking over. The feeling was so great, having my three superiors watching and fucking my young body was not something I never dreamt of. Fuck her.. fuck the slut. Fuck her ass good… they rallied. The anticipation, the rally, the pleasure.. I can’t take anymore of this… David slammed his body harder, and faster … I moaned like a real slut like a whore.. Damn it... come on.. fuck me fuck my ass.. cum in my ass… fuck it… ooohhhaaaahhhh…. And David came almost simultaneously … his cum filled my ass while he was still pumping until there’s no more energy in him. He collapsed on my sweaty body still shaking with the enormous orgasm like it would not stop. Mr. Smith's voice "Damn, I’m so hard now.. I’ve got to fuck that slut". Exhausted with one orgasm after another, I didn’t have the energy to move. Someone put me in Mr. Smith’s chair, my bottom was sloppy with cum dripping all over the leather chair. My legs were picked up again. A cock was shoved in my cunt and started fucking… as tiring as I was, the fuck was stilling great…. My eyes were closed resting, but my hands were holding my legs high and open… for the men.. .and enjoyed every stroke, every thrust. They were taking turn fucking me having the fun they ever had .. and I had discovered the slut in me that I have ever known. …. … hearing Mr. Smith’s voice ..we now can fuck this slut whenever we want. My breasts were being tortured by strong hands and someone’s cock was still fucking my cunt…. I passed out in the chair with the most satisfaction ever…

PAY-UP TIME Working for an accounting firm for 5 years, I have been handling large accounts. A friend suggested no one would notice if a couple of thousands of dollars here and there were missing. I took the advice. Everything went smoothly, unnoticed for about three months. One day I received a note to go to Mr. Smith, my manger’s office. Mr. Hanson, the chief of security and my account lead, Lance were also waiting in the office. I froze. What’s going on! Leticia. I have been told you’ve embezzled this firm for the last three months. All the evident were on his desk. I was shaking, couldn’t deny. I am sorry. I was weak and thought it wouldn’t affect anyone since it was a just a small amount comparing to all those huge accounts.

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I promise I will never do this again, I cried. Mr. Smith said, Explain all the details how you did it. We need to prevent this from happening again. After two hours, going through all the details. Mr. Smith asked, now let’s talk about what we should do to you. Please Mr. Smith. I promise I’ll be clean from now on. I will never do that again. He paused and then looked at the other two men. They nodded their heads and smiled. Voice of Mr. Smith: since you have been such a good accountants for the last 5 years, I can be a little easy on you. I was ecstatic. Thank you thank you. He grinned while glanced at the other two men. One more, tell me why I shouldn’t press charge against you. I begged: I promise you will not be disappointed in me. I am glad to hear that, he responded. Lance, would you lock the door behind you. Yes, sir Lance responded with anticipation. What’s going on? I wondered. Mr. Smith moved his big chair away from his desk. What size are your breasts? I stunned. I’m sorry Sir. You heard me. Your breasts size? What is it? 34C sir. I thought so, he said. Is your pussy very hairy? I couldn’t believe my own ears. I stammered. No sir. I shave my pussy everyday. Yummy! Lance and David, can I see her breasts. The two men quickly came to me and put their hands on my shoulders. I resisted trying to get away. Lance whispered to my ear: I suggest you are not going to make a sound, Honey you don’t have a lot of choices. Either you get it here or get it by the lesbians in jail, your choice. I can’t believe it. They blackmailed me, and my choice was obvious. I struggled in their strong grips, but know I can’t say no. The top of my dress was torn off. My bras were undone. Mr. Smith approached, and put his hands on my young breasts. He murmured “lovely”. His hands started squeezing my breast, and then pinched my nipples with his fingers. I tried to move away from his touch, but the hands of the two men were securing my body that I couldn’t move. He started kissing me. I felt like he was going to swallow my tongue. I protested but couldn’t make any sense. He then moved his mouth to my breasts, and sucked and sucked, while the other men were working on my clothes. My dress was dropped on the floor, then my bra and panties. My panty hose was cut. I was all naked, feeling humiliated, and confused. I felt aroused, and wet. Mr. Smith’s mouth was engorging my breasts, as my pussy was bare, he moved his hands and fingered my clit. Lance and David were breathing hard with excitement: How is it Boss? Wonderful. This is great. A sixty yr old man ravaging the body of a twenty–five yr old girl is better than expensive wine. Trust me, he said, you will have your shares, boys. I feel other hands running along my back, then landed along the crack of my bare ass. Suck my cock, you thief. I don’t get blowjob from my wife. You’d better make me happy and don’t disappoint me. He sat down in his big chair after dropping his pants down to the ankles, retrieving his cock in his hands. I resisted, but someone’s hands dragged me to him, and forced my face to his crotch. He reminded me I am a thief ! and now I have to pay. I have no way out, except making him happy. Taking his cock in my mouth, I started lick his mushroom, and sucked and sucked at first with hesitation, then I started enjoying it. My mouth was tightly wrapped around him and pumping his cock harder. My pussy was wet and dripping. I couldn’t believe I loved it. He moaned loudly with pleasure. Someone lifted my ass up from the behind. Someone got under me. His mouth started sucking my clit. Oohhh! I moan softly with a cock in my mouth, I can’t make clear sound. I felt other mouth along my back, and hands on my ass cheeks. My pucker hole was licked that gave me a great pleasure I’ve ever had. Here I was, naked and violated by three men, and my cunt was dripping wetter than ever. My moan was more vocal along with all the men’s. Yess Thief. Harder, make daddy cum in your mouth, and you will drink every drop. Mr. Smith’s voice was so turning on. My head pumped harder and harder. His hands grasped my hair and pulled and pushed to his crotch… His voice was louder and more urgent.. Yessss slut, just like that yess, harder harder Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh. He shot his hot load in my mouth and screamed with ecstasy. I couldn’t hold any longer, letting out the enormous climax rushing through my body. As Mr. Smith dropped back in his chair, someone picked me up and dragged me on the desk. My butt was pulled to the edge of the desk, my legs were spread apart, Lance already had his pants dropped, he quickly shoved his 9-in hard on in my pussy. His hands were holding my legs up high, he started fucking me like there’s no tomorrow. It felt so good, I lost my sense of the surrounding. Damn you Lance, you’ve always wanted to fuck me. Here’s your chance. Fuck me like a real man. Fuck me. I moaned and got vocal. Mr. Smith whispered. David, the slut is getting so hot, you have to shut her mouth before she gets too loud. David didn’t waste any time. He got on the desk, on my face and put his cock in my mouth. Oh I have never been fucked by two men at the same time before. This was so good and I have ever never thought it could be this good. My head bopped up and down pumping David’s cock while Lance was fucking my cunt like a mad dog. More pumping more ramping in the pussy, another huge climax rushing Oohhh..ohhh..aaaaahhhhhhhhh my body writhed and writhed as a hot load shot in my pussy. Lance ramped the last thrusts violently in my cunt before he

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exhaustedly dropped on the floor. His hot cum overflowed my pussy, and dripped down to my ass. David’s cock was taken off my mouth. Fuck! she sucks so good, I have to cum in her ass. The men rallied. My body was turned over, bent over the desk. My bare breasts were pressed on the desk with my face down. Someone parted my ass cheeks, and fingered around the ring, then more fingers shoved in my asshole, expanding the hole. Damn. She’s tight. Hey slut, have you ever get fucked in the ass before? No. I shook my head. Would you like it now? Yes.. I got angry. Damn it. Just fuck it, fuck my ass.. fuck my brains out. Stop asking! David’s cock’s head was at the ring, he started sliding his cock in my ass. It hurt. I bucked because of the pain. Mr. Smith and Lance came to take a closer look of David’s cock penetrating my ass. They gasped with pleasure, as I sighed with mixture of pain and pleasure distributing all over my body. David took his cock out and shoved it my still dripping pussy. The thrusts were great, but I was a little disappointed that he didn’t fuck my ass. After a few thrusts, his cock was well lubricated He now put it back on my ass, preparing to shove in. One inch, slowly in, then two inch, and another inch. I sighed with pain, but also felt the thrill the pleasure that three men were watching my ass swallowing a cock, the whole cock now disappeared in my ass. The pain was so much but subsiding followed with the pleasure was now increasing. David started to pump and pump and pump. His crotch was slapping my bare ass while he was ramping my ass like a wild animal. The pleasure was now totally taking over. The feeling was so great, having my three superiors watching and fucking my young body was not something I never dreamt of. Fuck her. Fuck the slut. Fuck her ass good, they rallied. The anticipation, the rally, the pleasure.. I can’t take anymore of this. David slammed his body harder, and faster. I moaned like a real slut like a whore. Come on. Fuck me fuck my ass, cum in my ass. fuck it! ooohhhaaaahhhh! And David came almost simultaneously, his cum filled my ass while he was still pumping until there’s no more energy in him. He collapsed on my sweaty body still shaking with the enormous orgasm like it would not stop. Damn, I’m so hard now.. I’ve got to fuck that slut. Exhausted with one orgasm after another, I didn’t have the energy to move. Someone put me in Mr. Smith’s chair, my bottom was sloppy with cum dripping all over the leather chair. My legs were picked up again. A cock was shoved in my cunt and started fucking… as tiring as I was, the fuck was stilling great. My eyes were closed resting, but my hands were holding my legs high and open for the men.. .and enjoyed every stroke, every thrust. They were taking turn fucking me having the fun they ever had, and I had discovered the real lust in me that I have ever known. Hearing Mr. Smith’s voice: Let’s fuck her again soon. My breasts were being tortured by strong hands and someone’s cock was still fucking my cunt. I passed out in the chair with the most satisfaction ever.

Ravished in orgy This is a true story of a personal experience I shared with my senior law partner during law school pupilage days. For obvious reasons names of characters below are fictitious. Otherwise all events are true and accurate. I was then 24 years old and was scheduled to be married in 3 short months to my high school flame Desmond. Desmond was an accountant and whilst we have been in love and enjoyed regular sex, I had always wondered what sex would be like with another man. The opportunities were plenty for casual sex in thee office, my looks appealed to many male colleagues in the office. I was not tall, 1.72 meters, of faair complexion with long black hair, a slight figure (I weigh only 48-50kg), angular face and a petite body, with long leg/arms and small, firm breasts. But sex in the office was out of the question given my catholic background (and parents). So I had resigned myself to my fate. That was until I received a surprise invitation by Jeff Smith, the senior partner

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(and office playboy) for a farewell dinner. Jeff had told me that the office had organized this for me in appreciation of my handwork with the law firm. And suspecting nothing amiss, I agreed. I should have been alerted to foul play when no one at the office seemed to be aware of the farewell dinner. Jeff said it was a “surprise” and being the trusting fool that I was, I believed him. When he met me in my cubicle on Friday night, he even insisted that he had to blindfold me as I was not supposed to know the location of the restaurant. This he did in his car. After what seemed like a 25 minute journey, we pulled to a stop and I was guided into a room. It was uncomfortably warm and humid and there was the unmistakable scent of sweat and semen in the air. My pulse raised as I heard alien voices and I enquired….”Where are we Jeff, what is this place?”. Jeff reassured me we were in a “Theme Restaurant”. My blindfolds were drawn tighter as no-longer gentle hands pushed me roughly onto a damp smelly mattress and forced my hands above my head and handcuffed them to the bed posts. I heard the woman’s voice again: Woman: “She is gorgeous Jeff, just where do you find them, so young, lithe, so beautiful.” Jeff: “I do what I can to please you. You have the goods, now I need the crack as agreed Monica” Monica: “Its in cellar, going already, why not stays for the main event?” Jeff: “No thanks, the less I know oaf what goes on in the Dungeons, the better,” A door slammed and in that instance I felt so alone. I knew from the voices that there were at least 4 people in the room, but as the blindfold was removed, I was horrified to be greeted by a silent audience of at least 5 men and 6 women all surrounding me as I lay bound to a huge four poster bed. An overhead ceiling mirror presented a reflection of myself on thee immense bed. They were all old, above 60 at least and all of them were naked. A sense of utter revulsion crept through me as I gazed upon their old and frail bodies. A woman moved toward and spoke, I recognized her voice as Monica; Monica: “Welcome to the Dungeon Kelly, you are our honoured guest. I can see why Jeff demanded such a big haul of crack for an exquisite creature like you…..” Me: “Who are you, why are you doing this to me, what do you want???” Monica: “Questions questions, here we ask the questions, and you answer. Don’t be afraid, no physical harm will come to you, afterall you are the main event for this evening” I turned my head and my gaze fell upon pair after pair of hungry eyes, and they were all staring openly, lustfully, at my body and me. I was disgusted when I noticed that one old bespectacled man was actually trying to peek up my black skirt between my legs. I squeezed both legs tighter and writhe away. “She looks good enough to eat” one croaked “Me first” shouted another And they all edged closer to the bed. I could feel their putrid stale breath and another waive of revulsion swept through me.

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Monica: “Now now Kelly will be available for all, for the entire of this evening, so there is no need to rush. Without further delay, let us all proceed with the meal” As the import of her words dawned upon me, I let loose an ear piercing scream. Immediately a gag was fastened over my mouth. Firm hands reemoved my blouse, bra, stockings and skirt. I put up a valiant struggle as they had neglected to secure my legs. But there were just too many of them. Layer after layer of clothing was removed, and as my panties, the last shred of cloth was torn away, they all collectively stood back to admire their handy work. Never had I felt so vulnerable and humiliated. I could feel thee cold air brushing against the bare skin of my body. Tears of anger welled up in my eyes. Monica noticed and moved forward. Monica: “Do not be afraid, I did say that not one hair on your exquisite body will bee harmed, and we will keep that promise. You see, all our err…diners here have a penchant for a common sweet dessert, we all believe that the body of a beautiful girl should be savored and experienced in the flesh.. I would advise you to relax and enjoy this very unique experience”

I gave a weak kick, token resistance, as my legs were parted and handcuffed to each bed post. The old bespectacled man approached first. I could see the drool from his toothless old gums as he ran his fingers over my breasts. He seemed the oldest and most senior. Monica: “Oh forgive me I forgot the introductions, this is Judge Bentley from Europe, he is very wealthy and has paid a kings ransom to be the first to worship your temple. He fell in love from the moment he first saw your photograph. I could hear the Judge utter under his breath, “exquisite exquisite, skin so fair and smooth, so soft, , and so lithe a young body”, he curled his tongue around my left nipple and began to gently suck, lick and taste. Then he moved to the right breast. “Leave some for us” croaked an old woman. To my utter horror, Monica said; Monica: “Judge Bentley, would you object if your wife joined you?” The Judge did not reply as he sucked hungrily on my right nipple. Goose bumps appeared on my skin as I felt the cold trail off saliva he left across my breasts. Insspite of myself, I could feel my nipples growing taut and erect. I felt flushed and breathless. I sensed, rather than saw, the old woman join her husband, she took her place between my open legs. She kissed and caressed my inner calves with here lips….”so fragrant, soft and smooth” she muttered. Slowly but surely she worked her way toward my vagina. Paused for awhile, and then started licking hungrily between my legs. I closed my eyes as I tried to fight the waves of sweet torment that fed through my body. In spite of myself, I felt my entire body giving in to the experience. Every fibre on my body seemed charged with electricity. Sensing a change Monica gently removed my gag and said….”If you behave, this stays off” “Please stop……” I croaked weakly “I cant take anymore of this” Monica smiled “you don’t sound very convincing, besides, this is just the beginning Kelly” With that she beckoned to another 2 men and they eagerly mounted the bed. The Judge had turned his attention to licking my stomach, and the lips of the two men replaced his on each of my nipples.

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I felt degraded and humiliated and tried to ignore the delicious sensations that were infiltrating every pore of my body. The sweet torment and assault on my body and its senses sent me spiraling on a vertigo. My body was bathed in a fine sheen of perspiration and saliva. While hiss wife continued to explore the increasingly moist folds off my vagina, Judge Bentley moved his tongue,mouth and nose to my upper arms, then lingered unbearably at my left armpit as he inhaled the musky odor, “ahhh…so fragrant he uttered” and continued his exploration of my sweetly tortured body. I was overcome with shame as I realized that I was unable to voluntarily reject the sinful and morally degrading acts that were performed on my body. From deep within me I felt the first tell-tale signs of a damm building up. Slowly but surely the Orgasm crept closer. I tried to shut my mind, body and senses off, tune out the delicious waves that rushed towards me. But it was hopeless. I felt hands, tongues, and fingers everywhere, on my face, my breast my inner thighs, my feet, my vagina….they were every where. Through my half closed eyes I suddenly noticed that the rest of the congregation had joined in thee feasting. The scene from the ceiling mirror which gazed back at me looked like a pack of vultures descending on helpless prey. They surrounded me from head to foot. An old woman licked my left ear, another kissed my neck and moved to my chest. I jerked violently as a wet warm tongue suddenly found the already hard and aroused nub of my clitoris, tickling it further, teasing it relentlessly and unbearably. Again and again the persistent tongue flicked over the highly aroused nub, delaying the sweet torment. And then it came, “No.NOOOOO…” I cried hopelessly as the dam burst, wave after wave of pleasure engulfed me. My back arched, my body convulsed and I clenched the fist of both hands as I rode the crest of the wave. It had been months since my last orgasm, but never had I ever experienced one, which approached this intensity and magnitude. The old woman seemed to redouble her efforts as she attempted to cover my entire vagina with her mouth. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, my tortured body returned to the bed, I breathed a sign of relieve believing the worst was over. My body felt spent, totally exhausted and drained of energy, covered in a fine sheet of perspiration. I noticed that several old men, including the Judge, had ejaculated all over me and the bed. Every pore of my body was covered in sweat, semen and saliva. The sickly musky odor of sweat and semen filled the room. Vaguely I became aware as Monica glanced up from between my legs. At some time during the ordeal she had replaced the old woman. She looked at her watch and smiled…….”not bad in just over an hour…..but we still have the rest of the night”. I looked back at her in disbelieve, “I cannot go on……..I will die” She laughed and said “What about our remaining diners who are still hungry?” Whilst the Judge and wife and the two original old men had retired to the side of the bed, I realized that Monica and the remaining “diners” were not through yet. Ever so gently Monica continued to tease the wet folds of my Vagina with her tongue, whilst someone else undid my leg cuffs, opened my leg wider and lifted my buttocks of the bed. I could feel a tongue and mouth teasing my anal orifice. I drifted in and out of consciousness as the assault continued on my body. Blurred faces drifted in and out of my vision. I was distantly aware that my handcuffs were also undone as they turned me over on my front, and later on my back. As my limp body was caressed and prodded over and over again, to my amazement I felt the inner stirring again, from deep within me. It was slower this time, and stronger. Monica seemed to notice and said….”it will take longer for your second orgasm, but it will be more intense as you have already come the first time”

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I was brought to the very edge, and suspended there for what seemed like an eternity. The bed sheets were drenched with a mixture of sweat, semen and saliva…..Monica continued teasing my clitoris, gently flicking it with her tongue. Two women were caressing and kissing both my breasts. My sore nipples again became erect……. The waive came again, even more intense and powerful. My body convulsed in spasms, totally unaccustomed to such intense hedonistic pleasure, as the orgasm took hold. To my horror, none of them stopped their ministering, again and again Monica’s tongue repeatedly teased my aroused clitoris. The torment was unbearable……..”she is coming again” some one said…. And then I realized that this was no ordinary orgasm. There seemed like no end in site as each wave of pleasure was replaced by another wave of higher intensity and urgency. Wave after wave washed over me in ever increasing intensity with no end in sight. With a shock I realised I was experiencing multiple orgasms. At long last, the sensations overwhelmed my overextended senses and I blissfully lost consciousness. It was morning when I opened my eyes. The room was empty. I lay spread eagled on thee immense bed. In rumpled soiled shits. I felt dehydrated and thirsty, and my body felt battered and bruised. But Monica had been true to her words, I was otherwise unharmed.. The soiled sheets stuck like mud to my back and I painfully crept out of bed. I found the bathroom, showered and retrieved my clothes from the floor. As I emerged from the room I noticed for the first time that I had been in a house located somewhere in the outskirts of town. 10 mins walk brought me to a dusty main road and I was able to hail a cab back home. When I returned back to the office the following Monday, I was told Jeff had resigned and was never heard from again. Neither was there any listing in the yellow pages for a restaurant called “The Dungeon”.

THE LANDLORD AND THE SON Nicole looked nervously at the front entrance to her apartment. She had walked around the building 3 times deciding how best to avoid Bob Harrison the dirty fat smelly landlord as she was 2 months behind in her rent. It had only been 6 months since she moved into Jesrsey, New York and she was already regretting her decision to leave home in favour of attending college in the Big Apple. She had thought that her savings would last her at least 8 months before she had to look for a part-time job, but the cost of living even on the outskirt areas off Manhattan Island was frightful. Now, the pretty 21 year old brunette found herself out of money, without friends in a big city far away from home. As a final recourse she had moved to the lower end of Jersey, and found that even in this less trendy part of the Bronx, all she could afford was a small one room apartment in a dirty old three story building owned and managed by an equally disgusting middle aged, beer bellied and balding landlord, Bob Harrison and his 19 year old degenerate son Jessie. Nicole shuddered involuntarily as she recalled her first encounter with Bob. She was scouting the area for cheap apartments when she was caught in a sudden unexpected shower. Soaked to her skin, she had no

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choice but to seek temporary shelter in the old depressing building across the road. With her clothes wringing wet she stood in the porch of the building and was grateful when Bob opened the front door to let her into the dim musky smelling building. Even then, she felt uncomfortable as he openly perved at her from behind the counter, savouring her ivory white flawless complexion, and how the wet clothes clung to her young lithe body, accentuating firm supple breasts. Bob knew from 5 minutes of casual conversation that she was from out of town, and in desperate need of cheap housing, and offered her a rate she could not refuse. In hindsight, Nicole had regretted taking up the offer. Not only was the apartment small, cramped and old, she soon discovered that she was the only single white female tenant in a building tenanted to characters that were best described as the “low lifes and rejects” of society. The shower offered only luke warm water (which was acceptable now in the hot summer months, but would fast become a problem during autumn and winter), and she had a vague suspicion that Bob had been into her room when she was in college. Some of her underwear had mysteriously disappeared in the past weeks. He certainly did not hide his physical attraction to her and had mentioned several times over that he had been wiling to accept other forms of payment as in-kind settlement of her rental if she had a cashflow problem. The first time he suggested this, Nicole almost had a hear attack since she could not even bare to be in the same room for 5 minutes with the smelly, hairy caveman. It was now mid summer and Nicole in thesweltering summer heat for Bob to leave the building for his afternoon lunch. She could feel her light sweater clinging to her damp skin and she longed for a nice cool shower to wash away the city grime and sweat. At long last, she spotted the familiar figure of a fat and balding man, dawned in his usual disgusting, sweat stained singlet, leaving the building. Nicole quickly made her way across the street to the building and rushed up to the 3rd story. She fumbled in her bag for her keys and tried to open the door to her apartment. After 5 frustrating minutes, she realized that Bob had changed the lock to her front door. Her heart sunk in dismay as she accepted the fact that she now had to face Bob and negotiate a way out of this mess. Slowly she made her way down stairs and saw that Bob had taken his lunch back with him from the deli and was tucking with much relish into a greasy,bloody steak. He looked up and greeted Nicole; Bob: “Good afternoon little Missy, don’t think I saw you come in this afternoon, was waiting to discuss a delicate matter with you” Nicole: “Why did you change the locks to my room, I told you I would have the rent money by end of this month”. Bob: “Ahhh my dear, but that was what you told me the month before, and the month before that too…….you owe me 3 months rental, you do realize that”. Nicole: “The money is coming, you will get it this month, I am good for it” Bob: “Oh yes little missy, I know you are GOOD for it, I am a kind soul and do not expect full settlement, but I do need some token payment, just as a gesture of good faith……” Nicole: “Well I don’t have a cent on me at the moment……..unless you count my lunch money which adds to only 5-6 bucks”. Bob: “Well that is unfortunate, but you are a talented young missy and I am sure we can work out some form temporary up front settlement…..” Bob did not hide the meaning of his words as he leered openly at her, revealing 2 crooked black teeth. Nicole flinched as she caught a whiff of the smelly pungent breath, as he exhaled. He got up from behind the counter and approached her, she wanted to run as she smelled the putrid odour of his unwashed sweat stained odour. A fly buzz lazily, settled on a piece of crumb on his singlet and he ignored it.

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Bob: “Come with me to my office in the back, I will give you the new keys, I just need you to sign some papers first”. Nicole breathed a sign of relief, so that was all, she quickly followed both behind the counter, to a small dimly lit room. There was a big king-size bed with a dirty stained mattress. Bob closed and locked the door and produced a key. Bob: “I belief this is what you want, but you really don’t expect me to hand it to you free of charge, its time you worked for it.” Nicole was silent, she did not wish to return home to her parents and ask for money. She knew she had no options. She decided to play his perverted game. Nicole: “Well what exactly do you want? I have nothing that will interest you at all” Bob: “Oh how wrong you are, YOU interest me a great deal, how old are you, 21? All I want is a chance to get to know you more personally, up close and intimate….you know what I mean….” Bob sat down on the mattress and motioned for her to take a sit beside him. Nicole took a seat, making sure to place some distance between him. He leaned edged closer to her and she cringed as he placed a hairy paw on her bare knee. Nicole: “Is that all………..” Bob: “Yes, just an hour or so of quality time with you is all I want, so simple……” Nicole: “I wont have to do anything…….” Bob: “Nothing at all…..you just sit back and enjoy old Bob’s attention and company…that’s all, and you get your key after that” Bob waited anxiously for her response. Nicole was very conscious that his hand was slowly edging up her bare white thighs, exploring the hem of her dress. Finally she nodded her head in quiet resignation. She could put-up with the old pervert for an hour, for 3 months rental it was worth it and preferable to afew hundred hours of waiting tables. Bob smiled in eager anticipation as he realized he had what he wanted. Quickly he sat next to her and moved his hairy paw further up her left thigh. He had not washed his hands after his steak and burger lunch, and Nicole tried to ignore the greasy feeling of his fingers as they edged quickly to the spot between her legs. Bob certainly wasted no time and wanted to collect on his prize before she changed her mind. Suddenly his probing fingers were gone. “Stand-up, I want to get a look at the merchandise up close”. He said hoarsely. Nicole stood up and Bob took a good look at the object of his fantasies the last few months. Nicole looked even more beautiful up close. She did not resist as he unzipped the back of her dress, and unhooked the shoulder straps, allowing the dress to slide down her long slender legs. She stepped out of the dress, revealing more supple white flesh and a lithe figure, covered now only by her lacy bra and panties. Bob wasted no time, unhooking her white bra with trembling fingers and stared hungrily at the small firm white breasts that greeted him, each perfectly capped by a small pink nipple. Nicole shuddered as he suddenly took her left nipple in his wet mouth, sucking noisily and hungrily, before moving to her right nipple. He tried to cover her whole breast with his mouth and she winced as his unshaven beard pricked and irritated her sensitive fair skin.

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Roughly Bob pushed her onto the dirty smelly mattress. It was a hot summers day and humidity was worse in the small windowless room. As Bob removed her underpants, Nicole felt a brush of air making contact with her damp sensitive skin between her legs. She looked down to see that Bob was burying his nose and mouth in her panties, and knew where her missing underwear had gone. “Oooh so sweet….” He muttered….”Now for the real thing…..” He turned his attention back to Nicole and stared lewdly at the sweet spot between her long bare legs, and the small turf of pubic hair surrounding the small pink crack. Nicole resisted the natural desire to squeeze her legs shut, as the lecher dove between her legs and explored her sensitive folds with his nose, tongue and mouth. “I love long dark haired bitches like you with ivory white skin, ice queens on the outside, but smoldering white heat on the insides….” She could feel his wet tongue probing the entrance of her vagina, probing, exploring the area before wiggling into the warm inviting interior. Suddenly, it was gone as Bob stood-up and quickly tore his singlet and pants off. Nicole noted with dismay that Bob was even more disgusting in the raw. His chest, under arms and beer belly were covered with coarse black hair, and as he removed his stained and filthy underwear, a gust carried the smell of stale urine and semen over to her nostrils. An immense phallus unleashed itself and Nicole noted that it was at full erection, throbbing obscenely with the tip capped a drop of clear fluid. She flinched as Bob crawled over her and raised her arms above her head. In one swift motion, he whipped out a pair of handcuffs from below the pillows and anchored her wrists together over the bed posts. She had no chance to protest as lecher moved his coarse hands all over her body. He started kissing her arms and slowly moved downwards towards her left arm-pit, pausing for a while as he noted the smooth damp cleft, before burying his nose and mouth in the highly ticklish area. He took his time to explore the exposed sensitive area, savouring her sweet natural scent. Goose bumps appeared on Nicole’s skin, as it was aroused by the unbearably ticklish sensation and she twisted and turn but was helpless as her body was trapped beneath Bob’s massive of blob. Nicole: “This was not part of the bargain………” Bob : “Fuck the bargain, I never ever thought that I would ever lay my hands on a prime piece of real estate like you. I have seen college bitches like you from the down town areas, with your trendy clothes and superior attitude, you don’t expect me to pass of a chance like this do you?” Nicole could hardly breathe as she was pinned underneath his immense bulk. His coarse chest hair was rubbing against her supple skin and she could feel his putrid breath and smell his overwhelming body odour. Bob suddenly got off the bed and left the room, returning a minute later with his equally disgusting son, Jessie.

Nicole had seen Jessie several times and he resembled his father in every aspect, if anything, Jessie would turn out even more disgusting then his father as he had severe acne problem all over his body and face. Bob smiled: “It seemed such a waste to have a prize like you to myself so I bought you some company, you know Jessie, and since Jessie has not had much success with other girls, we thought he can start with you……” Nicole was horrified: “No, please, I change my mind, just let me go and I will leave now” Her question was only greeted by silence, and a conspirational smile between father and son. Jessie: “Ohhh I want her now dad, can I please please have her please” Bob: “Well we can share, you start on top and I begin below”

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Nicole let loose an ear piercing scream, but was silenced immediately by a gag tied around her mouth. Jessie had taken of his clothes and she was horrified to see his body covered with acne scars and pimple. He had obviously been scratching some of them and there was puss oozing from the broken pores. With eager hands Jessie started fondling her breasts, kneading them and pinching her unresponsive nipples. He was salivating as he hungrily latched on to her right nipple with his mouth and tongue, sucking hungrily, whilst the rest of his hands continued to prod and feel her body…..moving finally to her left breast and painfully pinching her left nipple. Bob moved between Nicole’s legs. She tried to squeeze them shut, Noting her resistance Bob gave a nod to his son and Jessie promptly fastened his teeth around Nicole’s right nipple. The intense pain caught Nicole by surprise and she relaxed her legs for a moment, which was all the time Bob needed to pry her legs open and settle his bulk between them. This time, he ran his nose and tongue up along her right inner thigh, savouring her silky smooth skin, as he inserted his index finger painfully into her vagina, taking his time to explore the warm moist confines. Suddenly, Bob’s tongue and mouth moved up her leg to settle on her vagina and he started sucking at the sensitive folds like a vacuum cleaner with his index fingers still inserted. In spite of herself, Nicole could feel a warm urgent need building within her. Suddenly she gasped as Bob’s probing tongue found the sensitive nub of her clitoris. Bob could feel her body tense and focused on the sensitive nub, lashing again and again at it with his tongue. Nicole could feel a warm sticky wetness spreading between her legs and Bob finally pulled his finger out of the now wet orifice, examining it in fascination. Nicole could see the finger was wet, he placed it to his nostrils and inhaled, savouring the scent, before inserting it back into her vagina. In the mean time, Jessie was exploring every nook and cranny of her body with his tongue and mouth, leaving a slick sticky trail of saliva across both her breasts and nipples. Nicole shuddered as she felt him running his wet tongue over her exposed left armpit, working his way slowly all the way down the side of her stomach. Jessie stopped and said…:Ohhh she does not like that Dad, well I am gonna paint her body with my spit” he laughed. This time he latched on to her left nipple and sucked hungrily on it again and again. After a while he smiled in triumph and said..”Look, I got one little pinky nippy hard and erect, lets see about the other one now” Nicole tried to fight the wave of pleasure that was slowly engulfing her body. She could not believe that the two perverts could be having this undesired effect on her. But little by little she could feel the small bolts of electricity spreading quickly across her body. Her legs want slack and her whole body relaxed as she unwillingly surrendered to the insistent tongue that was lashing at her clitoris, and the mouth that was sucking on her now erect nipples. Bob continued his relentless sweet assault on Nicole’s now engorged clitoris, lashing at it with his tongue. He could taste the vagina juices that were slowly invading Nicole’s moist folds and hungrily covered the sensitive nub of her clitoris entirely with his mouth, sucking hard at it and taking in the juices. This sent bolts of electricity through the length of Nicole’s body as the first tell-tale signs of an approaching orgasm took hold. Nicole tried to block the waves of pleasure, but Bob’ tongue and mouth were merciless as they continued the sweet torment. She could feel her whole body breaking out in sweat, as every pore in her body seemed alive and awake. Bob inserted two fingers into her vagina, stroking her and sucking her clit, finally bringing her over the edge. Nicole’s body convulsed, and her back arched of the bed as the intense orgasm took complete hold of her body. She was caught totally off-guard and the alien experience overwhelmed her unaccustomed sesnses totally. She felt her whole body lost in an endless spiral the intense wave of intoxicating pleasure engulfed her body. It was long minutes before Nicole’s world stopped spinning and she finally regained control of her senses.

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She looked down her body to see the triumph faces of Bob and Jessie. Her surrender to the intense orgasmic experience had excited both Bob and Jessie and opened the doors to the public, an invitation to them to partake in the spoils. The organs of both men were now fully erect. Bob said to his son: “Well son, see what your old dad can do with just his tongue. That was just the starter, now for the main course”. Bob approached her wide spread legs again. Nicole willed her legs to squeeze together, but they remained dead and motionless on the bed. The intense orgasm had totally drained her and her body was still recovering, unable to resist. Helplessly she watched as the brute approached again, as spread both her lifeless limbs. She caught a closer glimpse of Bob’s immense phallus, it was at least 16 inches long, caked in scabs and covered with infected sores which were weeping pus. The smell was nauseating as it throb and pulsated like some mutated monster. Bob stared at the small patch of pubic hair between her legs excitedly, and the small perfect slit that was crowned by Nicole’s little pink nub. She was still wet from her orgasm and her slipped two fingers into her vagina again, wetting his fingers with her vagina fluids and smearing it onto his obscene phallus…”Gotta get me some of the sweet honey as lubricant”…he croaked. Without further delay, he brought the tip of the phallus into contact with her clit. Nicole flinched involuntarily as she felt the contact, images of the infected scarred organ even slightly touching her triggered a massive allergic reaction psychologically. She mentally begged in silence for a quick end. At least use a condom as he was infected with some sick sex disease. Bob shoved more of the throbbing member into the small tiny orifice. Nicole moaned in pain as her already abused vagina stretched to accommodate the immense invading phallus, totallyunaccustomed to its bulk and size. Still recovering from her recent orgasmic trauma, Nicole’s vagina was totally unprepared for this successive invasion. The entry was made more painful as the sensitive walls of her vagina were irritated by the rough scabs and sores that covered Bob’s phallus. But Bob was oblivious to her silent pleadings as he continued to push his phallus in, thoroughly enjoying the warm, wet embrace offered by Nicole’s smooth pink vagina. After what seemed like long minutes he finally grunted and opened his eyes as he realized he could go no further. He stared down and was pleased to see that all of his massive organ had disappeared into the small orifice. Shifting his weight to gain maximum entry, he stayed still for awhile as he savoured the sheer skin to skin contact his organ had with the walls of the tightly stretched vagina.

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his mouth, sucking hungrily. Saliva flowed down the side of her breast on to the sweat soaked mattress. Suddenly, he released the tortured breast momentarily, took a deep breath, and then bite down hard on Nicole’s erect nipple. He could feel Nicole’s body jerk in silent protest as the bitter coppery taste of blood filled his mouth. After what seemed like long seconds, he finally released the abused nipple from between his teeth and used his tongue to lick up the small rivulets of blood running down her breast from the lacerated nipple. The pain was overwhelming and Nicole was on the verge of blacking out from the combined assault of father and son. Bob picked up the pace,ramming his deformed organ into her mercilessly. Again and again he pounded her and Nicole’s body shook under the impact like a lifeless rag doll, held down only by Jessie’s oral ministrations on her breasts. Their sheer bulk was too much and she slipped in and out of semi-consciousness as her senses attempted to take refuge from the combined assault. Through her haze filled mind, Nicole suddenly felt a familiar warmth accumulating between her legs. The pain of the original entry in her vagina was slowly replaced by a more sinister teasing sensation. She shook her head in denial as she recognized the early signs of another approaching orgasm. The first clitoral orgasm had taken her unprepared, but this time she would not allow either Bob or Jessie to gain a second victory. She was determined to fight this round to the death and willed her body to subdue the delicious wave that was building slowly. It had become a battle she must win, to salvage what was left of her pride and humanity. Never would she allow either perverts the satisfaction of knowing that they had conquered her body twice. But how long did she need to resist the wave of pleasure that was increasing in urgency and intensity with each second. A quick look at the clock mounted on the wall indicated it had been forty minutes since Bob’s first entry. She estimated he had to come soon, no human being could last so long. The seconds ticked by and minutes, neither Bob nor Jessie paused in their attack, the minutes stretched on and on approaching the hour. Already the warm sensation was fast building into an urgent need, slowly but surely spreading from her vagina, threathening to engulf the rest of her body. Nicole realized desperately that she was fast losing the battle. She was fighting not only against Bob and Jessie, but ultimately also against her own body's forbidden desires. As the state of her arousal increased, another portion of Nicole’s body slipped from her control. She gasped as Jessie moved his mouth and tongue from her right nipple and settled on her bruised and erect left nipple, lashing at it repeatedly, covering it again in a wet slimy coat of his sticky saliva, and bringing the it to a higher state of arousal. He laughed out loud as he noticed the nipple rising to full erection, twitching it repeatedly between his fingers before returning to the left nipple with the same object in mind. Never in her wildest dreams could Nicole have thought that the two deformed freaks of nature could provoke such hedonistic urges that were fast overwhelming her body and senses. Determined to resist she squeezed her eyes shut but realized it was useless, her body shuddered involuntarily as she felt Bob’s massive organ sliding in and out of her vagina, enjoying it as the immense organ filled her to the hilt, moving easily now in and out of the wet passage. The constant kissing of Bob’s scabby uneven organ with her distended clitoris was fast becoming unbearable. Her body glistened in a fine sheet of perspiration, slippery with a combination of sweat and saliva. Slowly but surely the irresistible wave of pleasure spread to encompass Nicole as her entire body became taut, in anticipation of the delicious release that would follow. With a final massive thrust Bob ground his organ deeper into her, grasping her sweat slick thighs and bringing them to his bulging stomach. Nicole gasped as she felt the immense organ swell even bigger, finally triggering a delicious wave of pleasure that washed over her, spreading quickly from her vagina to the rest of her taut, sweat slick body, totally engulfing her. Bob lifted his head with open mouth as he felt Nicole’s warm wet vagina contract around his organ, gripping it in a warm wet embrace in a series of successive convulsions. He grunted as he felt his organ

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release its load into her, continuing to ride her like a man possessed as he released more of his semen into her. As the final vestige of control slipped from her, Nicole clenched her fist in helpless fustration as the first wave of pleasure reached a climax, arching her back again as the strong intense contractions took completely control of her body. She could feel the strong jets of semen squirting into her, and waited for the climax to subside. But there was no end in sight as her body gave in and surrendered itself to a second even more intense wave. Jessie watched in awe as both his father and Nicole were in locked the throes of the intense seizure. After 10 continuous massive ejaculations Bob withdrew his spent and shriveled organ from Nicole's semen slick hole. He motioned for his son to take up position. “Quick you idiot, she is having multiple orgasms, lets see how long you can keep her at it….” Jessie eagerly inserted his fully erect organ in to Nicole’s still convulsing vagina. The phallus was larger than Bob’s measuring at least 19 inches, but Nicole did not seem to notice as Jessie immediately rammed the immense organ into her, in one quick motion. But he was unable to get the entire phallus into the small orifice, especially since it was still contracting in violent spasms. He pushed again using pure brute strength and managed to slowly force another painful inch of the phallus into her. Nicole moaned as the immense phallus filled her to the brim. But she was still caught helplessly in the throes of the multiple orgasms and the full discomfort did not register completely in her feverish state of arousal.Stretched to its new limits, the immense organ immediately triggered a fresh wave of pleasure in her Vagina and Jessie proceeded to pound Nicole to the bone. Copious amounts of Bob’s semen were now squeezed out of Nicole’s vagina trickling freely down her crack and Jessie could feel his organ slipping and sliding wetly in and out of the tightly convulsing walls of her vagina. Nicole shook her head in helpless dispair as another convulsive spasm of pleasure engulfed her. Each wave of pleasure was replaced by another higher wave of greater intensity and Nicole thought that her convulsing vagina would turn itself inside out. There was no end in sight as Jessie increased the tempo of each thrust, pounding her like a mad man. Nicoles eyes were glazed, her mouth dry and pouted and the creamy white complexion of her face was now flushed and red from her extended orgasm. Jessie looked down and was fustrated to note that despite his best efforts, almost a full inch of his fully erect phallus still lay outside the moist inviting confines of Nicoles pussy. While she was still in a feverish state of arousal, he sensed that her climax was nearing its end as the convulsions of her vagina walls diminished in intensity and frequency. Seizing on this opportunity, he grasped her sweat slick thighs and repositioned himself before placing the full weight of his bulk between her legs. It worked as the small the entire immense phallus disappeared completely into Nicole's vagina. He stopped his pounding staying afew seconds completely embedded within her warm tight confines, never had he experienced such physical enjoyment and he wanted the moment to last for ever. Tears of pain clouded Nicoles eyes as her vagina was stretched beyond its physical limits. She had expected the ripping pain to bring the climax to a blissful end. Instead, her disobedient body appeared to delight in the new sensation. As Jessie resumed his pounding, he was now able to ram the entire phallus completely into her. For Nicole, each thrust provoked a fiery ripping pain in her loins which was strangely erotic, blurring the threshold between pain and pleasure. Just as she thought that she had experienced the final stages of her last orgasm, the sheer size of Jessie's organ triggered a final wave of unwanted pleasure. The liquid fire in her loins spread quickly. Her back arched again convulsively, with fist clenched and nipples fully erect and thrusted upward, Nicole finally gave in hopelessly to the inevitable. As Jessie intesified his pounding, bolts of electricty engulfed Nicole and the final wave of orgasm gripped every muscle in her body. Seized by the final convulsions, Nicole's body lifted in a quick succession of violent spasms almost entirely of the bed.

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The final wave completely drained Nicole's already tired and battered body of its reserves, overwhelming her senses. At long last, she slipped into blissful oblivion as her exhausted mind and body shut down completely. It was just as well as it took Jessie another hour before he shot his load into her. Some hours later Nicole woken into a pain filled world. Her whole body was caked in dried semen and cum, and the bed sheets stuck to her back. She was curled up in a fetal position and her body was covered in red marks. Her vagina was red and sore and her pubic hair was caked in a yellow scummy discharge. Neither Bob or Jessie were present, but they had placed the new key to her apartment on the pillow, with a note stating “Receipt for full payment of this months rental”.

STRANDED The relentless heat and humidity that was what she felt in the last 3 days in this living hell hole. Deep in no man’s land, somewhere within the foreboding bowels of the vast and untamed Amazon rain forest lay the mangled wreckage of the DC10. The plane was enroute from Manhattan’s Newark airport to Peru, South America with its 20 passengers comprising models, photographers, agents from Sports Illustrated when it was caught in a freak thunderstorm. Smoke still trailed from the smoldering remains of the two Rolls Royce engines. One had failed when a million bolts of electricity seized its turbines, and it was a testament to the engineering feat of its makers that the remaining engine had kept the plane aloft in the freak storm for another 3 hours before it too finally succumbed, not to mother nature, but to lack of aviation fuel. Now, Denise Sanders was all alone in a hostile alien environment. She was hopping that the pilot had a chance to send out the SOS transmitting their approximate location, and had stayed in the scattered wreckage for the last three days surviving on scraps of air-line meals Denise was a survivor. She had to be in order to get to where she currently was, as top model and cover girl for Sports Illustrated Swimwear. She will survive. She had to, there was no other option. These were the words that occupied her mind constantly. At a relatively young and tender age of 24 years, she had already risen through the ranks of most of her peers to take poll position on the covers of the tabloids. Of cause the fact that she was a stunning brunette beauty with long luscious hair, a lithe willowy figure with wasp’s waist, snowy white complexion and nice firm natural 32B breasts, stood her in good stead. It did not help her present predicament that they were enroute to a formal evening wear shoot and she was still wearing a body hugging white silk gown. Day time temperatures in the rain forest reached 38 degrees Celsius and after three continuous days of wear in the moist humid environment, the fine silk fabric now stuck to her constantly moist body like a second skin. Most of the exotic gowns had no relevance in this hostile environment. What she would not give for a good pair of jeans and long sleeved overalls to afford her some shelter from the biting insects. And a nice hot bath to wash of several days of perspiration that had accumulated in this hot and humid jungle. With nightfall, the discomfort of the tropical heat was replaced with the cold fear that accompanied the cloak of darkness which engulfed the thick jungle canopy. She had been paralyzed with fear on the first night, lying curled in fetus position in the remains of the business class cabin in a thick blanket of

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darkness as the nocturnal life forms of the jungle went about their usual business for the night. Except for an inquisitive anteater who wandered into the wreckage looking for a meal, she was left unmolested. The second night was a different story. The decent of the DC10 had not gone un-noticed by the locals. In fact the native tribe had already scouted the parameters of the crash site to investigate the latest “offering from the gods”, fearing to come any closer for fear of invoking the wrath of the havens. But as the wreckage lay dormant and silent, save for a wisp of smoke from its mangled turbines, they become more bold on the second night and ventured closer. She was aware of their presence as she heard voices in the dark, but followed her instinct and stayed well within the confines of the cabin. Denise realized she would have to vacate her temporary home soon. The DC10 was reserved exclusively for the modeling crew of 20 from Sports Illustrated (10 models along with make-up artists, photographers, agents and designers) and she was the only sole survivor. The original impact had strewn some of the bodies far from the wreckage as the plane had broken into two separate pieces. However, there remained at least 4 corpses in her make-shift home (3 models and a photographer). She had dragged them to the far end of the wreckage (away from her sleeping cot), but in the humid tropical heat, they were already in a state of decay, and in another few days the stench from the decomposition would fill the small cabin, attracting unwelcomed visitors. She knew it was only a matter to time before the water supply and food ratios ran-out and she had to relocate, otherwise her temporary shelter would become her permanent tomb. But she was also torn by indecision. She knew that a search party would have been organized, and there was also a chance the pilot has transmitted their last known co-ordinates before the plane went down, so the search party would narrow down the geographic area of their search. And there was also a chance they would be able to spot the scattered remains of the DC10 wreckage from the air. The last thing she wanted was to have a rescue party descend from the havens onto the wreckage after she had left. After pondering over her dilemma, Denise took stock of her food and water ratios and estimated they would last her another week at most. She decided to stay put for another 3 days and devised a plan allocate the daylight hours to do a reconnaissance of the immediate area to seek out a source of fresh water and a safer abode. As the golden rays of the early morning sun penetrated the thick jungle foliage, marking the start off the fourth day, she slipped on the size 11 boots that she had taken from the dead pilot and started her trek north (or what she thought was north), always taking care to keep the wreckage within visual range. The boots were much too big for her dainty size 7 feet, but stiletto heels were the last thing she needed in a rain forest. And she needed some protection from the creepy crawlies that wandered the dense underbrush of the rain forest. The early freshness of the morning dew was quickly dissipated by the stifling heat of the tropical jungle as the sun climbed higher into the sky. High above her head the thick canopy of leaves gave some shady respite, but also served to trap the heat in. After one hour of brisk trekking, Denise was bathed in perspiration, the fine silk gown clung damply to her moist skin. It was a USD2000 Armani classic and she had no doubt its designer would be turning in his grave if he saw the torn and tattered state of his work. She had also added to the damage by shearing off the bottom half of the dress, below her knees, so she could walk faster and easier. This was no way to treat a USD2000 art work, but survival took precedence and practicality was the order of the day. Unable to endure the stifling heat, she paused for awhile and took a grateful sip from her plastic Evian bottle. She looked back and was reassured to see the distant wreckage of the DC10, with its cockpit section suspended high in the canopy of branches. She casually scanned ahead again, and suddenly froze as her eyes settled upon another pair of eyes in the thick foliage ahead that gazed back intently at her. She was not alone, and it was quite likely they had been tracking her for quite some time. The pair of brown eyes continued their appraisal of her, patiently waiting for her next move.

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She took a hesitant step back, were they hostile or friendly? Her fear mounted as her stalker emerged from the shadows. He was huge and totally nude, carrying a long spear. As he approached her, she spied a necklace with small shrunken human skulls decorating his neck. That made up her mind for her and she turned heels and ran as fast as her legs could carry her, making a bee line back to the wreckage. A quick glance over her shoulders indicated her stalker was giving chase. His long limbs carrying him gracefully and effortlessly over the uneven jungle terrain, quickly narrowing the distance between them. She ran faster, stumbling several times in the heavy size 11 boots. As she neared the familiar wreckage, she turned around and was relieved to see the native no longer in sight. Suddenly, a bolo sprang from out of no where, wrapping itself tightly around her lower calf and tripping her in mid-flight. She landed in an ungraceful heap and was momentarily stunned with the wind knocked out of her. Immediately she struggled to rid herself of the tight coiled rope that snared her feet, but was too late as the huge Negro approached. She pushed herself backwards desperately trying to place some distance between them, but it was hopeless. As he raised his spear, she closed her eyes, praying for a quick and merciful end. The silence of the jungle was broken by a single shot, followed by the thud of a falling body. She opened her eyes again and saw the now lifeless body of the Negro strewn across her feet, eyes still open and staring uncomprehendingly, with a single bullet hole gaping on his forehead. Gratefully she whispered a quick prayer of thanks to the gods and struggled free of the tangled bolos. Turning around she started to thank her savior …..but the words stuck in her mouth as she took stock of the band of seven men before her. “Well, well well what have we here, a gift from the gods wont u say…..and doesn’t she look absolutely delicious”, sneered a bearded pot bellied man “Geeze, you are god-damm right, the closest I can get to broads like her is on the covers of those flashy magazines”, another man with a scarred face said. A third moved closer and said; ‘That’s probably where she came from, she’s probably from the plane that went down four days back carrying them models, its all over the radio….and there’s a nice reward for her too” Denise sensed a ray of hope; “Yes there is, you have been so kind all of you, if you can just take me to the nearest town, and the local authorities, I can contact my agency to arrange settlement of the reward…” The fat bearded one laughed; “Yes a hundred grand would come in useful, that would be about 3 rhino horns or a couple of elephant tusks……but you on the other hand are a god send, none of us had any proper women meat in quite a few years, not in this stink hole and not if u count the cheap smelly native whores here….you are prime meat.” And he licked his lips with relish. In horror she realized that they were poachers and smugglers. All of them were armed, and all of them were staring at her with undisguised lust. The fat one approached her grabbing her by her arm; “what are we waiting for boys, she smells mighty nice from here and I wanna get up close and personal..” “No wait, we all want to go first……”, said Scar Face, “look at her, a kiss of what lies between those legs and I would die a happy man.” “Over my dead body…she’s mine first you wait your turn.” Growled Fatty. “Put it to the vote man, we settle it like we do our hunt, whoever brings down the prey gets first go…”, suggested Scar Face.

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The other 5 men nodded in silence. A look of frustration and rage came over Fatty’s face. He pulled Denise to him and forced his mouth on to hers for a long kiss before reluctantly releasing her; “You will be mine soon”….he sneered. Scar Face nodded to her and said: “Don’t you want your freedom….RUN”. Again she took flight, spurred on instinctively by mortal fear. But deep down, Denise knew it was a hopeless race. There were 7 of them, they were bigger, stronger and meaner, and they knew the terrain. But she had to take the one last chance, the alternative was just to give-up, and she was no quitter. Denise was a winner, she thought to herself, and she would not go down this way, and not to this band of half baked uncivilized cavemen. A quick glance behind indicated strangely that none of the poachers had given chase. Encouraged, she stepped up the pace, plunging blindly into the thick foliage. Suddenly a hairy arm reached from behind and painfully caught hold of a fist full of her long flying hair. It was Fatty again and he had obviously taken a short cut, anticipating her route. She was more agile and nimble, turning quickly she delivered a well aimed kick at his crotch which caught him totally off-guard. His face contorted in pain causing him to loosen his grip on her long mane of black hair, and she seized the opportunity to take flight again, in a different direction. She did not get very far when Scar Face appeared directly in front of her. Failing to stop I time she flew right into his open arms. She could smell his putrid unwashed stench as he pulled her to him, one grubby hand reaching for her bosom while the other seeked out her crotch. But her body and limbs were still slick and slippery with her perspiration, she twisted around and brought her knee upward with all her strength between his legs. For the second time she was lucky and the stunned poacher let her go, cursing under his breath. Quickly she turned blindly to the right again running on. Again another poacher appeared in front of her and she deviated, the process repeated itself several times over until she lost count of the number of directional changes she made. Realizing she was totally lost only added to her state of panic. They were herding her, running her down much like a pack of wolves would take turn to pace its prey. Each wolf in the pack would give chase for awhile, herding the prey in the desired direction, before a fresh member of the pack took over. The trees and branches tore at her clothes and exposed flesh, leaving small minute cuts, but she pushed on, willing her tired legs into motion. She felt her lungs sucking in air as her body struggled to maintain her running pace. It was now high noon and her prolonged physical exertion, together with the afternoon heat had drained her body. She could feel the build up of heat and beads of sweat covered her entire body as the cooling system in her fast tiring body struggled to cool it down. She stopped abruptly realizing that she had stumbled into a small clearing with a ram shackled house directly in front. Looking desperately around she realized she had been herded into the edge of a cliff with only the route back being the only available option. Perhaps there was help behind those doors, she thought as she stumbled up the front door banging on it like a mad woman. But it stayed silently close. Looking back she could see Fatty casually strolling up the path, followed by the other poachers. “Please help me..” she cried in desperation as she hammered the door again. At last the heavy oak door creaked open and she was greeted by a huge fat woman with a shot-gun, viewing her suspiciously. “Please help me, they are after me, please, I have money, there is a reward for me alive” she pleaded. With a casual waive of the barrel the Fat Woman gestured for her to enter the house.

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“Oh thank you so much ma’am, I will reward you, where is your phone please, you have to lock and bolt the door, there are 7 of them.” “Don’t cha worry sweety, the phone is in the bedroom, you go call them authorities while I hold the pack of them off”. Smiled the Fat Woman. Denise quickly stumbled into the bedroom. It was dim and musky with a heavy unwashed odor. After a few minutes she spied the phone in a far corner and snatched it up, but the line was dead. She tapped the cradle several times to no avail and made her way again to the living room. “Ma’am your phone is dead, is there another one I….” Her voice trailed off as she stumbled into the living room. Fatty had deposited his bulk comfortably on the stained sofa, and the other 6 poachers had also wandered in. “Looks like you got acquainted with our latest guest Meg”….he laughed. The Fat Woman responded; “Well look at the catch you boys took home today. You were lucky you got here in time, was just about to blow her cotton pickin brains out.” She realized her position now truly hopeless. She had been herded right into the heart of the wolf’s den, and the pack were all hungry for dinner. She tried to negotiate; “ All of you think, USD100k is a lot of money…..its not worth it….” Fatty smiled: “We have been through this before…..poaching is a profitable profession, but in this part of no-man’s land the best whore that money can buy is Meg here..” Meg shouted: “Fuck you fatty….”. He laughed and continued: “Meg here has been servicing our boys for a good 2-3 years now. All 7 of us, 3 times a day each, you can imagine the physical toll on her, even for a woman of her size.” Scar Face chimed in : “Meg’s no woman, she’s a fucking whale….we want a piece of little Miss Mupphet here. In fact, looking at both of them its hard to believe they are the same species, let alone the same sex.” Meg: “Fuck you too, you certainly had no problems performing this morning.” Scar Face: “That’s before our little Miss Mupphet paid us this visit, now I just wanna suck-up every drop of fluid from her sweet body.” Fatty stood-up: “So you see, its not a question of money here, to us, you are priceless coz no amount of money will fetch a prime catch like you…” Scar Face inched forward eagerly : “Enough talk, want a piece of her now, I can smell her all the way from across the room, yummy…” Fatty snarled: “You wait your turn….I bagged her first, take her into the bed room and tie her up…” Denise was determined to resist to the death. She managed to elude or slip out of the first few hairy paws. But they closed in on her together, expertly handling her as they would do for any other life-stock. Fatty finally twisted both her arms painfully behind her back and half dragged and carried her onto the massive bed.

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He forcefully brought her arms over her head and handcuffed them to the bed posts. She tried to fight but her body was too tired from the run and her legs quickly gave in as rough pairs of hand parted them and handcuffed her feet to the bed posts. Fatty wasted no time, “Lets start the ball rolling…” he whispered hoarsely and he quickly tore the silky gown from her body, staring lewdly at her white lithe body clad only in her lacy bra and undies. He quickly undid her bra, it was damp with her perspiration and he buried his nose in it inhaling; “ahh there is no smell like that of a young lass…..here is some appetizers for you lads” he flung the lacy bra to eagerly waiting hands amidst whoops of delight. Denise could feel the cold air making contact with her damp skin and nipples. She flinched as Fatty bent eagerly forward taking her right breast in his mouth and sucking hungrily, while his dirty paw groped and massage her left breast, mauling her and twitching her non-responsive nipples painfully between his fingers. “God you smell even better then you look…” he grunted, sniffing the length of her naked body like a dog, he slowly worked his way up her side to the sensitive cleft of her left arm-pit and covered the damp area with his mouth and nose, inhaling her musky natural odor. “Enough with the preliminaries, gotta get me a whiff of your sweet puss and taste the golden pot of honey…” he leered. He roughly reached for her white lacy panties and impatiently ripped the fine material from her. Taking a moment, he again inspected the damp under garment and buried his nose in it. “More appetizers coming up boys, wait till you get a whiff of this fragrant snatch…” he said as he tossed the flimsy material to eagerly waiting hands. She was totally nude now, tied and spread eagled to the bed, surrounded by the wolf pack. Trembling and feeling vulnerable and exposed, she could feel 6 pairs of eager eyes roaming up and down the length of her naked body. “Now for the real thing”. As his head disappeared between her legs, Denise could feel her body tense in preparation for the invasion. She inhaled sharply as she felt the tip of his coarse tongue roughly exploring her tender vagina. Fatty was not gentle and he pushed his tongue as far into her small orifice as it would go, before attempting to cover her entire entrance with his mouth and sucking noisily like a dog, trying to capture the accumulation of Denise’s fragrant essence over the past 4 days. Not content to just subjecting her vagina to his oral abuse, he trusted both hands above his head and cupped each soft firm breast in each hand, squeezing painfully and bruising her tender flesh before seeking out each nipple between his fingers and twitching tem painfully. Denise tried to twist and turn to toss him away, but his bulk was too much for her slight model’s frame and she was helplessly pinned under his beefy arms. Suddenly, she shuddered as his wondering tongue made contact with the sensitive nub of her clitoris. Fatty sensed her body tensing; “Hey look ladies, I think I found our ice-queen’s G spot, lets see me make her melt into molten lava…” Relentlessly he lashed at her clitoris again and again with his tongue, teasing it before taking the nub entirely in his mouth and sucking on it. Slowly, he was able to tease the sensitive nub into an involuntary state of arousal. He paused to examine his handy work; “you like it don’t you you fucking whore, come on admit it…” When she did not answer, he took the sensitive erect nub between his teeth and ground them gently. Denise let out an ear piercing scream as the sharp pain brought with it a flood of warm sensations that washed over her loins. “Ok, now for my grand entrance, that’s what your little puss here is aching for, well its gonna have a lot of company and house-guests pretty soon, starting with me big brother here.” Fatty stood up and tore off his jacket revealing a huge blubber of fat. To her utter disgust she noticed that he had not been circumcised. His foreskin hung over the penis like some diseased, rotting outer layer.

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Denise was determined to resist to the death. But she was tied to the bed in a spread eagled position, still, she twisted and turn her body, trying to evade the mammoth phallus. It looked obscene and dirty, seeming to throb in eager anticipation as it moved ever closer to her small sensitive orifice. She realized in horror that the other poachers and Meg had settled around the room enjoying the spectacle. This infuriated her al the more. Gathering a mouth full of saliva, she spat the glob of fluid straight at Fatty’s face. It landed on his face trickling down his right cheek. He paused for awhile, and scooped the saliva from his face brought it to his mouth, sucking on it like a candy “yummy, so sweet, almost as sweet as the nectar from your honey-port below” “Well you can have some more..” Denise shot back, but before she got any further, a heavy hand slammed into her face. Fatty back handed her face three times in quick succession. “We can either do this the easy way, or the hard way, you decide. I prefer the hard way so just give me more openings like this….” As her world stopped spinning, the coppery bitter taste of blood filled her mouth. Still reeling from the blows, she was totally unprepared as Fatty tried to shove the huge phallus into her. The violence had added to his sexual arousal and his manhood was fully erect, emerging fully out of his foreskin. A pungent stench filled the air and she realized that he had probably not washed beneath the foreskin for god knows how long, it was covered with yellow scum and smelled like decayed cheese. The stench was overwhelming. The thought of the dirty disgusting phallus making contact with her and penetrating her filled her with loathing, but her body was too tired and battered in her hazy state to resist. Using brute force, he was able to get 1/3 of the phallus into the small orifice. The searing pain of the initial entry jolted Denise back into full consciousness and she bucked and rocked her torso violently, trying to vomit him out of her and regurgitate his disgusting appendage from within her. But it was a losing battle as Fatty used his immense bulk to cram inch after painful inch of the dirty discoloured phallus between her legs. Slowly, more and more of the immense organ disappeared into her warm moist recesses. Denise moaned in pain as she felt her small vagina stretched to its limit to accommodate the invading organ. After what seemed an eternity for her, the entire organ had disappeared within her, buried in her vagina. She felt violated defiled, corrupted by the deformed primitive organ. Through teary eyes, she watched in silent rage and frustration as a look of bliss washed over Fatty’s face. His eyes were closed, shifting his weight for a tighter more comfortable fit, he grunted like a pig as he savoured the delicious tight, warm and moist embrace of Denise’s vagina. His jaws were slack and saliva was drooling from the corners of his mouth. “Ohhhh my god” he muttered, “this is fucking fantastic, you are wonderful babe, This is nothing like fucking Meg!!!” Scar Face moved to the edge of the bed; “then why don’t you come now so we can all have a go….”. “No way man, I want to enjoy this ride, you guys will get your turn, now fuck-off and let me lubricate her pussy for you”. He started rocking back and forth, slowly pumping his organ like a piston into Denise. The friction of the huge phallus against the sensitive walls of her vagina added to her discomfort. With his free right hand, Fatty found her sensitive clitoris again and started rubbing it in a circular motion with his thumb, applying direct pressure on the engorged nub. Meanwhile, Scar Face was not about to wait out his turn. Ignoring Fatty, he clambered onto the bed and stared hungrily at Denise’s breasts; “Yummy, nice and firm, yet soft and smooth as a baby’s bottom, nothing like Meg’s sagging jugs..” he laughed as his fingers wondered over her tender nipples. With much relish he took the right tit into his mouth sucking hungrily.

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Fatty was aware that he had company on the dinner table, but he was to much engrossed and decided that as long as Scar Face stayed at the upper half of the menu, he would live with it, for now. The rest of the poachers however still maintained a respectful distance, staring hungrily and waiting their turn, much like the hierarchical ladder in a wolf pack. It was clear in this pack that the two dominant males were Fatty and Scar Face. The combine assault of Fatty and Scar Face inevitably wore down Denise’s defenses. She shuddered as her nipples hardened in Scar Face’s warm wet mouth. Releasing her right quivering nipple, his mouth wondered over to her left breast, seeking out and finding her tender left nipple. Fatty continued to move his huge phallus in and out of her at a moderate pace, intending to prolong the act. His beer bully and huge phallus came constantly into contact with her clitoris and she could feel the sheer skin to skin kissing on the sensitive nub. She realized with a shock that a warm wetness was engulfing her vagina, slowly lubricating the moist passage. Fatty noticed it too, not wearing any condom he could feel her juices on his penis making it easier for the phallus to slide in and out of the orifice. He grunted as he unwillingly picked up the tempo, unable to resist the warm wet embrace. Fatty Sniggered: “Come on you bitch, your mind says no, but I can feel your cunt dishing out its honey, my prick is practically swimming in your juices, come on, say you want it you bitch.” She tried to remain cold and silent. If they wanted her all they would get would be a cold lifeless fish. She tried to blank her mind out and maintain a poker face, willing her body to become dead and nonresponsive. Scar Face sneered: “Looks like you are not having much like, at least I got her nipples up.” He again took her right nipple in his mouth, sucking like a vacuum cleaner on the erect tit. Fatty was mad; “Fuck you, you want to see results let me show you some results.” He stopped for a moment and inserted his index finger into her vagina, before bringing the slick and moist finger up for all to see. “Look at my dip-stick, she’s well oiled all-right and take a whiff of that lovely scent.” He brought the finger to his nose and inhaled, before sticking it in his mouth. She felt betrayed by her body, as it reveled in the delicious sensations resulting from intercourse with this obscenity that her mind refused to accept. The truth was out, she was held virtual hostage by the physical cravings of her own body, which now had a will of its own. Denise turned her head in denial. The fact that they were gaining more pleasure from her own disobedient body’s unbridled desire added to her silent, impotent rage and anger. The silent, unseen battle raged on inside her between her mind and her body, the former trying to regain control over the later. Fatty picked up the tempo now and she groaned again as she felt the massive piledriver ramm into her like a piston. The impact jarred her body like a rag doll and she was held down only by Scar Face’s wondering hands and mouth as he thoroughly explored every nook and cranny of her body. Together they brought her close to the edge of an immense vortex. As the urgent need for release intensified within her, her defiant body rebelled against her will, quivering with desire and in anticipation of the delicious release which would follow. She was tittering on the brink, hovering there as her mind willed her body to move from the epicenter. She clenched her teeth as another warm wave of pleasure spread from her loins, moving swiftly to engulf her. For what seemed like an eternity she hovered on the edge. She soon realized it was a loosing battle. Bound and spread eagled she was utterly helpless. Scar Face had released a quivering nipple and slowly covered her armpit in wet ticklish kisses. The feeling was unbearable and goosebumps broke out on her sensitive ivory white skin. He laughed in amusement as he noticed the reaction and continued the act.

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Unable to contain himself, Fatty quickened the tempo, plunging deeply into her. Each deep thrust drew her ever closer to the immense vortex. With a final thrust buried his phallus deeply in her, she expected him to withdraw but he stayed deeply embedded within her, finally tipping her over the edge. Her body went rigid as the intense wave spread swiftly from the epicenter of her loins to merge with smaller ripples of pleasure that were already spreading across her body. Denise cried out in frustration as the intense orgasm gripped her, racking her body in spasms. Her vagina convulsed around Fatty's immense shaft, gripping it tightly, milking it as it squirted its warm load of jism deep into her. She could feel the warm jets of semen pumping strongly into her, in a never ending stream. After long minutes, Fatty withdrew his flaccid penis from within her, leaving a trail of sperm. As her mind and body returned back to earth, she realized she had just experienced (or suffered) her first orgasm in years. Denise was mortified and offended that this had occurred at the hands of such freaks of nature. But she was not given time for thought or reflection. Scar Face had shoved Fatty aside, eagerly unzipping his denims to unleash a long lean phallus. It was not as thick as Fatty’s behemoth, but fully erected it was longer. Swiftly he slipped it into her warm, sperm slick vagina and began thrusting. “No….” Denise muttered.; “I am too tired…” “Don’t worry my pretty, I will crank you up again in no time..” he laughed. Her body had not recovered from the previous ordeal, and it floated helplessly beneath her, totally spent. A silent moan escaped her lips as he entered her. There was no respite as he began to pound her mercilessly. In the mean time Fatty lay in a contented heap at the foot of the bed. With him out of the way, the rest of the pack closed in on her like a pack of wolves. Denise shuddered as warm wet lips took her nipples, coarse hands roamed her body, fondling her. One of them shoved his putrid tongue into her mouth, she could smell his pungent breath and taste his rancid saliva. Thoroughly repulsed she bit down hard on the offensive invading organ, eliciting a yelp of pain from the poacher as he immediately withdrew. They stayed away from her mouth after that, but the rest of her body was still open to all takers. Enraged, the poacher moved his mouth to her right nipple; “Bloody bitch, I’ll show you who’s the master here.” He bit down savagely on the small sensitive tit, grinding it between his teeth. A searing pain ripped through Denise’s body and an ear piercing scream escaped her lips. Encouraged by her response he kept his hold on the tortured nipple. Small rivulets of blood trickled down the side of her breast to be lapped up immediately by other eager tongues and mouths. Her other tormentors subjected her other nipple to the same fate. With two pairs of mouth clamping down savagely on both her nipples simultaneously, the searing pain threatened to overwhelm Denise and she felt herself almost blacking out. But the pain also had the effect of rudely awakening the rest of her tired body. A warm tingling sensation returned again to Denise. She was vaguely aware as Scar Face released his load into her. He clambered aside and another poacher eagerly took his place between her legs. It was the one who almost had his tongue bitten off; “Broken Tongue”. Roughly he mounted her and proceeded to pound her to the hilt relentlessly while Scar Face joined Fatty on the side-lines. Two down and Five to go, she mentally counted, it was going to be a long sexual marathon even with just one of them, with seven of them she wondered how she would survive the ordeal. After several shoves, Broken Tongue withdrew his penis, it was slick with a mixture of semen from Fatty and Scar Face; “Ohh gross man, her cunt is filled to the brim with your fuck juice, lets see if the other hole is dry..” he muttered, and promptly inserted the phallus into her anus.

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Denise had never experienced anal sex before and the entry was painful and intense. Her face contorted in pain; “No, not there please, I beg you, not there..” she pleaded desperately. But her words fell on deaf ears. Bloody Tongue called over to Meg; “Hey Meg, come over hear and wash her cunt out with your mouth, you said you wanted a piece of her anyway..” “Gladly..” Meg laughed.: “lets see what’s so good about this Grade A bitch that you boys are so excited about. At the end of the day I’ll show you that she is no different from all the other whores who just want to be fucked to death….” As Bloody Tongue pounded her anus, Meg positioned herself from above and lowered her tongue onto Denise’s sperm soaked vagina. With Bloody Tongue in the way, she only had direct access to Denise’s clitoris and the outer area of her vagina, but that was all she needed as she proceeded to lick the area like a dog. She seemed to know just where to concentrate, and how much pressure to apply as her tongue lashed out relentlessly at the sensitive clitoris, coaxing life back into the tired, spent organ. Denise’s eyes opened in shock amazement as she recognized a warm familiar need stirring within her for the second time that evening. No it cannot be, she thought, not another one so soon after the first, just having one orgasm a month was an overdose for her, let alone a second one in the same day. She closed her eyes and prepared for a second battle. She might have been successful if they had taken her one at a time. But under a combined assault, with hands and mouths exploring her body, Bloody Mouth pounding her anus and Meg’s tongue subjecting her clitoris to a sweet ticklish torment, her body was again aroused unbearably. This time it was worse as they worked her to a sexual frenzy. Meg could taste the signs of her arousal and smiled: “well well well, the little bitch is wet again, I can taste her honey…” “Good” said Bloody Tongue, “coz I want to come in her nice wet cunt….move over Meg…” Swiftly he repositioned his tool and began pounding into her vagina again. This, Denise’s body seemed to welcome the assault, she again tried to will her body into a dormant state, determined not to give them anything but a lifeless rag doll, but she had already lost the first battle and she knew it was only a matter of time before they would again overwhelm her weakened defenses by their sheer numbers. “Come on bitch come with me, I know you want it, come with me…” raved Broken Tongue. But all she presented to him was her cold unyielding body. Denise made up her mind not to give-in especially to this one. She greeted him with cold silence and maintained a blank expressionless face as he mounted her again. Bloody Tongue was infuriated and picked up the tempo, but she managed to keep the raging turmoil within her, allowing nothing to register on her face and body. She did not know how long she could contain the fast building inferno, as her weakened defenses yielded all too easily to the urgent intense hunger that was fast consuming her loins, and prayed to at least get a small victory in denying Bloody Tongue the climax he wanted her to reach so badly. Finally when they were both slick with sweat. Broken Tongue released his load into her. It was a small victory for her as she saw the frustration in his face. “Is it over already…so fast, its so small I hardly felt it..” she taunted him before his pack. His face turned a crimson red as the others howled with laughter. But her brave words did not last as her next assailant approached her. He was bald and thin and he brought with him his little toy, a small vibrator. Smiling, Baldy promptly shoved his dick into her semen soaked interior. Denise had been able to win her last battle with Broken Tongue, but he had brought her

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closer to the edge, fueling the raging hunger that was again building within her. But Baldy would be her fourth in a row. As he proceeded with the now familiar ritual of pounding her tired body, she realized her vagina was quickly becoming a cesspool of cum and semen which made it slick and wet. Each assailant would deposit his payload and add to the growing sewage of sperm that collected within, making the entry easier for the next assailant. She felt dirty and corrupted and her mind also turned to her period, when was it last and was she fertile this week? Denise gasped as her reflections were interrupted by the touch of an unfamiliar new sensation. Baldy had applied the small pink vibrator to her vagina as he slowly pounded her. He was intently studying her face searching for any signs of arousal as he moved the small device in a circular motion around the mouth of her orifice. The warm urgent need continued to build slowly within Denise, but she maintained her cold silent blank face, presenting him an apparently cold unresponsive body. She almost flinched as the small humming device found the sensitive nub of her clitoris, but caught herself in time. How long could she maintain this façade, she thought, as the vibrator clung on persistently to the small nub, the ticklish sensation was unbearable and it quickly teased the quivering nub to a higher state of arousal. In the mean time Baldy had closed his eyes as he relished the feel of her warm wet vagina around his dick. He muttered blindly; “Oh this is heavenly, so warm and tight….gotta slow down…gotta take me time..” Denise thought she could feel his filthy member throbbing on the brink of release, but cursed under her breath as she realized Baldy had slowed his tempo and backed away from the early release. She realized that her chances of winning this round diminished with each second he continued with her as the vibrator was bringing her into another sexual frenzy. At this rate she would be reduced to a helpless quivering mound of flesh again in less than 5 minutes, she needed a change in tactics with this one. She realized quickly that Baldy could not resist increasing his tempo again, as he approached the edge, he again started to pull out and slow the tempo as he had done in the past 3 occasions. This time however Denise did not let him do so, she willed her tired battered body forward and moved her vagina to quickly swallow-up the retreating penis. Baldy was taken by complete surprise; “What the fuck are you doing…” He did not finish as Denise started rocking quickly back and forth, she could feel his dick quivering as he strove desperately to back away and bring it under his control. It was now or never, she moved downward powerfully and trapped the quivering penis completely in her warm wet prison. The delicious sensation quickly overwhelmed Baldy and she smiled in quiet triumph as she felt his warm jets shooting thickly into her. Baldy’s face was a mask of anger as the entire act had lasted barely 20 minutes. “You just wait you bitch, I will have a second round with you that will last all day…..” But he was interrupted as yet another beefy brute took his place between her tired legs. Number 5, Denise mentally counted, only another 2 more after this and she would at least have won the first round. It was the only remaining shred of satisfaction she could muster for herself. She shut her eyes as she felt the now push of the phallus between her lips. Excess sperm trickled down her crack as the faceless brute pushed himself in without any resistance. Denise could sense the pent-up desire that she had denied her hungering body stirring within her. It was like a time bombing ticking away and she knew that the longer she kept the raging torrent boxed-up within her, the stronger and more urgent the need became. And so the sexual marathon continued. A fifth, followed by a sixth faceless assailant. Each slowly wore down her resolve. The tension within her grew and grew until she was like a tightly wound-up spring coil, quivering and ready for release at the right touch. Her whole body ached from the constant prolonged assault, but was also on fire, unable to rest as it looked for the sweet release she was denying it. At times she almost thought she would lose control as her sexual tormentors teased her fevered body into a higher state of sexual frenzy. But each time, she bit down hard on her lower lip and the jolt of pain disrupted the inevitable allowing her to seize control of the raging monster within.

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As the sixth poacher blew his load into her soaking vagina, a ray of hope filled Denise. It was the last mile of the marathon, she could see the finishing line, all she had to do was to last the distance within the final seventh man. He was a tall muscular black Negro. She had heard stories about the size of the black man’s penis, and her worst fears were confirmed when she saw a fully erect black phallus. It was as thick as Fatty’s penis and also as long as Scar Face’s phallus. Blacky was the seventh and final man in the pack, she noted. The bed sheets were now soaked in a combination of sweat and semen and clung wetly to her back and sides. He said nothing as he quietly inserted the monster into her. She moaned as her small orifice was stretched beyond its limits to accommodate the mammoth phallus. It was huge and filled her to the brim. So tight was the fit that the pressure squeezed excess sperm out of her vagina. As he began to slide wetly in and out of her, the initial pain of the entry was quickly replaced by the familiar stirrings of the beast within her. Denise’s defiant body relished the delicious urgent sensations. Bloody Tongue moved forward to get a better view of the big black phallus as it slid in and out of the white, pink orifice. “Come on, the bitch is almost there” he cried as Denise was unable to contain a shudder that broke the surface of the raging storm below. The tide grew again within her as Blacky picked up the tempo. On and on he went, but she held on at the very edge. The minutes became an hour and she was amazed by his amazon like stamina. As the delicious sensation threatened to overwhelm here again, she bit her now broken and bloody lips, but this time the pain only added to the intensity of the need as her body was reduced into a quivering mound of pleasure. She shut her eyes trying to block out all sensation. Blacky blurted out: “Guys I cant last, oh god….its gonna happen soon.” Encouraged she again tilted her orifice to receive him more fully attempting to trigger his orgasm sooner. But the act also brought her closer to her own release. Suddenly her eyes snapped open as she felt jolts of electricity engulfing her bruised nipples. Bloody Tongue had returned with two small pink vibrators and had anchored each to her erect nipples. He smiled at the look of surprise on her face; “You were not expecting this were you, well there’s more to come.” He touched a button which increased the intensity of the small humming device, sending a surge of pleasure through Denise’s body. Taken off-guard, Denise had no time to mentally prepare for the delicious wave that engulfed her upper torso. They had found a back-door in and the bolts of pleasure spread swiftly to merge with the pent-up desire that had accumulated between her legs, merging into a mammoth tidal wave that could not be contained, tipping her finally over the edge. She let out a cry of hopeless frustration as every muscle in her tired body tensed, almost gratefully receiving the release that she had denied it in the past hours. The build-up to her second climax for the day had been slow, which added to the intensity and length of the final release. Fist clenched, her back arched as the wave of fire and pleasure surged forward taking her. Her Vagina walls contracted in spasms around Blacky’s huge phallus, milking it as it sent warm jets of semen into her in an apparently never ending stream. Damm, damm, damm she cursed herself as she could here the room erupt in peels of laughter and claps. She was still caught in the throes of the wave of pleasure when Baldy clamped a third vibrator onto her swollen nub. Denise gasped sharply as the first wave was immediately replaced by another of higher intensity. Blacky had removed his now flaccid phallus and all eyes were focused on her still convulsing pussy as it tried to grip a phallus that was no longer there. She realized with a shock that this was the first time she was experiencing multiple orgasms as each wave of pleasure was replace by a higher more intense wave. The vibrator on her clitoris hummed at a higher pitch as Baldy switch the device to maximum setting, sending it into a final series of quick convulsive

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spasms. So intense were the contractions that excess semen and vagina fluids sprayed from the petal like lips as they opened and shut on their own. It seemed an eternity before her sweat slick body finally came to rest on the damp mattress. She felt a warm thick wet substance on the mattress. As Denise opened her eyes, a scene of chaos and death greeted her. The headless body of Blacky lay between her legs, she could see bright red blood spurting from his severed carotid artery, onto the bed. The other members of the wolf pack were in a similar state and the room was a slaughterhouse. As her eyes adjusted to the chaos, she noticed 3 tribes men standing with bloodied weapons at the door. She recognized the small skulls they wore around the neck, which were identical to the ones in her earlier encounter with the natives. One of them came forward towards her and again she closed her eyes waiting for the end to come. At least it would be a quick release from this living hell, she only prayed for a quick and painless execution. Instead, she felt gentle hands untie her shackles, helping her up. A water bottle was presented to her chaffed lips and she drank hungrily. She was too tired and exhausted to walk, and was vaguely aware as the natives placed her on a make shift stretcher, before she drifted again into oblivion. Next she awoke, Denise found herself on clean sheets in a hospital. She was suffering from prolonged exposure and dehydration, as well as the severe trauma she had suffered at the hands of the poachers. But she had survived. She found some comforting satisfaction in the fact that they were all dead. It was also ironic that the very people she had thought would be her enemies (the tribesmen) had turnedout to be her saviours. It now remained for her to pick up the pieces of her life and move on with her career.

DRIVING LESSONS Rachel Doyle stirred drowsily in the fragrant bubble bath as the shrill ring of the alarm clock woke her from her slumber. She had fallen asleep for 20 minutes in the warm scented water and reached drowsily for the bath-tub plug to release the soapy suds and quickly shower. The pretty 24 year old brunette was 6 months into her in-turnship with JP Morgan and was anxious to climb the corporate ladder and join the rat race in the world of investment banking. Thus far she was well on her way, with one small problem. A big part of the corporate banking world required that she mixed and mingle with the crème de le crème of society, and to fit her jet-setting Yuppie image and life-style she had to get that flashy nice car. Which meant she also had to get her driving license before she was eligible to purchase the vehicle of her dream. She had given herself 3 months to pass the test, but after 9 frustrating months and 5 failed attempts she was fast becoming desperate. It did not help that her colleagues were all asking when they could take a spin in her hot rod. Thus far she had avoided the question tactfully, and no one safe for Jenny, her chubby and rotund best friend and flatmate, knew of her predicament. But she could not hide the truth indefinitely. Jenny had finally recommended her current Driving Instructor, Mr Crivelli. Reputed as the best Driving Instructor this side of town, 10 lessons with this driving Guru would guarantee her the driving license she so badly needed. The only problem was that Crivelli’s schedule was completely full for the next 3 months. It seemed there was an overwhelming demand for his services. The grumpy old instructor had even

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refused to meet her, so Rachel’s only chance was to catch him on a Saturday afternoon at the end of Jenny’s drivinglesson, when he dropped Jenny at the porch of their apartment. Jenny had hinted that Crivelli had a fondness for “pretty young things”, and it was no secret in the office that Rachel was a natural head turner. Her long jet black hair, willowy figure and milky white complexion had earned her the nick name “Snow White” and she was constantly at the receiving end of unwanted male attention. Rachel made full use of her stunning beauty in the office and she was confident that she would also have Crivelli eating out of her hands, all she needed was an opening which Jenny had provided. Toweling herself dry, she stopped at the full length mirror to admire her long graceful limbs, full firm breasts, flawless ivory white complexion and 23 inch waist. Those were a lethal combination of assets that had served her well in the past. She quickly slipped on her white bra and panties. It was a hot summer afternoon and she chose a low cut black mini skirt, and a white blouse which hugged the contours of her supple figure. Her watch showed 2.59PM as she waited in the front porch for Jenny to pull-up. After what seemed like 5 minutes a black dirty Volkswagen slowly pulled-up. As Jenny turned the engine off, Rachel walked quickly to the waiting car. Rachel’s first glimpse of Crivelli fitted the mental image she had of him from their phone conversation and Jenny’s description. He was a fat balding bespectacled Italian man in his fifties with a thick black beard. Rachel could hear Jenny engaged with him in an argument… Crivelli: “No, no, I don’t have time to meet your friend today, I already said my schedule is full for another 3 months” Jenny: “Its ok Mr Crivelli, Rachel only wants to say hi, and you will find she is very attractive and pleasant.’ Rachel guessed she would have to make her entrance now, she quickly walked over to the passenger’s side and smiled brightly: “Oh Mr Crivelli it is so nice to finally meet you, and Jenny was not exaggerating when she said you were a rugged and handsome young man, I am Rachel, we spoke briefly…..” Crivelli paused in mid-sentence, taken by surprise. He was running late for his next appointment and was anxious to get rid of his final student for the afternoon. But this fat, obese student had refused to vacate the drivers seat insisting that he meet her friend. He had neither the time nor the desire to meet more fat ugly women and as Rachel intervened he turned crossly to face her intending to brush her off. However the sight that befell his eyes was totally unexpected. Standing by the window of the passenger seat was a stunning brunette beauty with jet black long flowing hair and a model’s long lithe supple figure. Temporarily unsettled, he began again.. Crivelli:“Yes Ms Doyle was it not……but I cannot meet you today…I have another appointment in 10 minutes time at Spencer Street…” Rachel moved closer and rested her arm on the side-window, allowing Crivelli to peer down the creamy white cleavage nestled snugly in her blouse. Rachel:“Oh I only need a ride to Spencer Street Station……that’s on your way is it not…..it is such a hot day and I have not been able to call a cab so far…” Crivelli said reluctantly : “Ok, but I take you only to the station, that’s all, get in, and I have not fixed the air-conditioning yet so it will be warm in the car.” Jenny gave Rachel a quick wink and squeeze on her shoulder as Crivelli moved to the drivers seat; “Good luck, make the most of your opening, you only have about 20 minutes, that’s how far Spencer Street Station is from here.”

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As Rachel climbed into the car, she already felt the oven like heat that had accumulated in the small interior. Crivelli himself was perspiring and she detected a foul stale odor in the car. But she was not deterred. They drove in silence for a minute, Crivelli’s bedside manners left much to be desired, Rachel thought to her self. Rachel: “So Mr Crivelli the weekend is here, what do you do on Saturday nites?” Crivelli: “I teach driving, Jenny was last student today.” Rachel: “But I thought you said you had another lesson at Spencer Street?” Crivelli: “No I did not, do you not have ears, I said I have an appointment.” Rachel: “Oh I am sorry, who are you meeting?” Crivelli: “All these questions, why all these questions, you get out at Spencer Street Station.” Crivelli was determined not to submit to the charms of this alluring young beauty. He knew girls like this one, they always had a hidden agenda but Rachel would be disappointed today, he was not a push over. This one would be a challenge, Rachel thought, as she looked at her watch. 5 minutes had passed and she was making no progress with Crivelli. This was a first for her as she was used to having her way with all the office lads. And the stifling heat in the car also did not help. Already she felt her blouse clinging to her as beads of perspiration broke collected on her moist skin. She crossed her long lithe legs, pulling the min further up to reveal creamy smooth skin of her inner thighs. Crivelli tried to ignore the tantalizing vision seated next to him, fighting the impulse to reach out and run his hands along the ivory white sweet flesh . Rachel: “This is such hot weather we are having, I feel so hot and damp all over, don’t you Mr Crivelli?” Crivelli: “I already said the air-conditioning is not working, that’s why I am headed to Spencer Street to my nephew’s car workshop there to get it fixed, your fat friend Jenny was also complaining the whole hour.” Rachel: “Oh is that where you are going, wait, just let me get the windows lower down….” She leaned across Crivelli and started winding down the window on the drivers seat, making sure that her soft firm bosoms made contact with his arms. Crivelli flinched as he felt her supple breasts pressing gently against his arms. This lass was young, perhaps no more than 23-24 years old. She must have had a bubble bath as her fresh sweet scent filled the small confines of the car. In spite of himself, he felt breathless. Rachel: “There, that’s a little better, I love the feel of the breeze on my skin…it gives me goose bumps.” Crivelli did not answer. Through the side of his eyes he noted how her tight fitting white blouse hugged every contour of her lithe body, accentuating her soft firm breasts. The blouse was so body hugging that he could see the faint outline of her nipple through the sheer material. Rachel: “Do you know that I find older men very sexually alluring? They have a confidence that other younger more immature men lack….” Crivelli answered uncertainly; “Really?”

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Rachel smiled and gave a long black hair a toss; “Yes, only older men know how to make a girl feel like a woman.” Crivelli remained silent and she continued; “You are so good with your hands, especially when you change gears, such strong masculine hands, its no wonder you are such a good instructor. Its really a pity you cannot accommodate me earlier in your driving schedule” Crivelli impatiently replied: “We have discussed this before, I can only take you in 3 months, there are others waiting in line and its not fair to them. Besides there are other instructors in town” Rachel sounded disappointed: “Yes, but none of them are like you. I have failed the practical portion of the test 4 times already and I simply need the license to get a car.” Crivelli smiled: “ Yes, I have a 98% success rate, I have been teaching for more than 20 years and was previously a tester at the school, infact I even helped them to design the current test procedures, so its no surprise that I can beat them at their own game. But as I said you will have to wait.” So that was why he was so good, Rachel thought, the old man used to be a tester and designed their current system. She had to close this deal successfully at any costs, the stakes had just been raised. She edged closer to Crivelli and unbuttoned the top button of her blouse, revealing the white lacy bra caressing her supple breasts. Rachel: “Well surely we can keep the dialogue open, I am in urgent need of your services, I simply have to pass my next driving test in 1 months time. My job requires that I own and drive a car, so I really will do anything, anything at all if you can just help me out.” Thoughts were racing through Crivelli’s mind, he was a lonely old bachelor with hardly any money and even less physical charm. He knew that even average women would not wish to spend time with him, let alone stunning young beauties like Rachel. So this represented an opportunity of a life time for him, and he had to make the most of it. What had started out as an irritating pimple was now seen as a golden opportunity. Crivelli: “Well, what exactly did you have in mind young lady? I am all ears.” Rachel: “Oh that’s really for you to decide, but I can pay double hourly rates, money is not a problem….” Crivelli: “Paah…I make enough to live a simple life, I don’t need your money……surely you have more to offer?” He smiled suggestively at Rachel revealing an uneven row of yellow nicotine stained teeth which sent shivers up her spine.. Rachel: “Well if increasing your fees is not what you have in mind, we can explore other options.” As much as he repulsed her, Rachel realized she had to play his little game and keep the dialogue open. Crivelli: “Well I am a lonely old man, its not every day that I get to spend some quality time with a lovely young princess like you. Why don’t you join me and my nephew at the garage for a nice dinner, let us find out more about you?” He smiled suggestively.

Rachel hesitated. She had always used her body as a tool for negotiation, but she was also always smart enough to ensure she controlled the course of negotiations. The thought of spending even an additional minute with this disgusting old fart was revolting enough, let alone an entire evening. But she realized she had little choice, he had her where he wanted her.

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It had been almost twenty minutes in the car and as Spencer Street Station came into view, she realized with a shock she had to decide now. Crivelli: “Well Rachel, here is where you get-off. I will see you perhaps in 3 months, unless you wish to join us for dinner?” Crivelli eased off on the accelerator, he knew he had to give her more time and encouragement; “The failure rates for the driving tests have been on the increase recently as they are tightening up on road safety protocols. There are some new procedures I designed…..which will give you the edge.” He studied her face and noted the indecision written on it. Will she bite? Finally with a hint of resignation Rachel replied: “I suppose a harmless dinner with you and your nephew would be a good idea.” Crivelli’s heart raced, he was a step closer to his ultimate objective. As he steered the car away from the station his devious mind began working out a strategy that would place him in a dominant position of negotiation over this brazen young lass. Another twenty minutes of driving brought them into the less fashionable part of town. Crivelli had been more silent then usual in the last 10 minutes. Rachel had never ventured into this dark foreboding slum area and a wave of apprehension swept over her as Mr Crivelli drove still further on. Rachel suddenly realized that she may have made an error in judgment, here she was in a car driven by a man who was virtually a total stranger to her, driving to an undisclosed location to meet yet another unknown stranger. But it was too late to change her mind and she would have to see this game to its final conclusion. Rachel: “Er..how far more do we have to go before we reach the garage,” she asked nervously. Crivelli: “Just another 5 minutes drive, and we will be ay Joey’s garage. It’s not exactly a classy joint that a broad like you is used to, but you can get used to it.” It was close to 4.30PM when they finally pulled into the entrance of a grungy looking, delepitated single story building. Several cars were parked at the entrance, some with their bonnets raised in obvious stages of repair. Without a second glance at her Crivelli killed the engine and got out. It was only then that Rachel realized Crivelli had been sitting on a stack of cushions. The old lecher was actually quite short, almost a midget. Rachel got out of the car and hesitantly followed him into the shadowy interior of the garage. She was not very tall, weighing in at 100, measuring 34C-25-35 and standing 5’4, but as she followed him she noticed in amusement that his balding head barely drew level with her shoulders. The garage was small and dirty, the unpleasant scent of engine grease, petrol and paint filled her nostrils. The floor was covered by a thick layer of dirt and oil, and there was dust every where. She tried not to touch anything and stayed in the center of the garage. Crivelli: “Hey Joey, where the fuck are you, I brought a little present for you.” A fat bald man in greasy mechanic’s overalls appeared from a room in the back. He was in his late thirties and immediately sported her. Joey: “Well, well, well look what the cat brought in, my this is a nice little piece of equipment.” He openly leered. Rachel could feel the hairs rising on the back of her neck as she felt his leering eyes wondering over her body.

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Crivelli: “Ah yes, this is my latest potential prodigy, Rachel. I brought her along so we could discuss some business matters.” Rachel put on her best social graces and extended her hand: “How do you do Joey” Joey immediately grabbed her hand and she tried not to notice that his hands were smeared with axle grease and oil. Joey: “Yeah Rachel, you can do business with me anyday, or night.” He openly leered. “We don’t get many of your high society kind here so do make yourself right at home.” Crivelli: “Well you can put your tongue back in your mouth and come take a look at the car, the airconditioning system is busted again.” Joey reluctantly left Rachel’s side (much to her relief) and wondered over to the Volkswagen. As Joey and Crivelli engaged in discussions, Rachel reviewed her strategy plan. She did not know who disgusted her more, Joey or Crivelli, but Joey was now an added obstacle. She needed to have one on one time with Crivelli. She already knew that he was turned on by her, but even the mere thought of physical contact with him was physically revolting to her. Crivelli returned and said: “Well tonight’s dinner will have to wait awhile yet, Joey took a look at the car and he needs to hope over to his supplier to pick up some spare parts to do the job, he should be back within the hour.’ Rachel: “Oh? But I was hoping to have an early dinner as I have an engagement later this evening.” Crivelli: “He wont be too long dearie, in the mean time we can get to know each other a little closer er? Are you still serious about taking lessons with me?” Rachel: “Of cause, yes I suppose now is a good moment to discuss business.” Crivelli: “It is dirty and smelly in the garage, come with me to the back-office, it is more comfortable.” He led Rachel into an adjoining office that was just as dirty as the garage. There was an office table with left over pizza piled in the middle, assortment of car magazines and quite afew porn material also. Crivelli sank into the worn leather chair behind the table, but Rachel was anxious to close the deal and remained standing. Rachel: “I would like to cut straight to the point, basically I need to get my license by end of this month, which is also when the next test is scheduled. I already signed up for it and paid the test fees. So its imperative that we start lessons as early as possible.” Crivelli: “Whoa there little Missy, we are moving too fast. I have not even indicated I will take you as my student. And of cause there is also a 3 month waiting list. It would not be fair to the other students who have been waiting for 3 months!” Rachel: “But I absolutely need the lessons this week!!!” Crivelli: “And I absolutely also need to get laid tonight! You see my dear, this is not a perfect world and I think you should sit down and talk this over in a friendly amicable level.” Rachel reverted to the softer approach. She took a sit opposite the table and crossed her long slender legs, giving Crivelli a good view of the sweet ivory white flesh of her inner thighs and the hidden pleasures that lay within. “Yes, you are right perhaps. Well, where shall we start, I have offered you higher hourly rates, but that was not the way to go, so perhaps you can elaborate on your needs…”

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Crivelli: “I just did, I was serious just now, but lets start with what is practical. You skipped afew steps. Firstly, I need to know what’s in it for me if I do take you in as my student. After that, we can deliberate on whether I can squeeze you in for a lesson in 1-2 months time” Rachel: “1-2 months time!!! That’s too late. But you do know I am in desperate need of lessons, and I will do almost anything you require, I will be a model student.” Crivelli: “Well, would you be an obedient student who will heed every word of her instructor?” He smiled suggestively. Rachel was aware in which direction the course of negotiations was rapidly headed towards and she realized that if she did not play her cards right, she might end up between the sheets with Crivelli (and perhaps even Joey if the deal was not closed soon). She preferred to ignore the sexual undertones of the conversation for now as the mere thought of physical contact with Crivelli was physically revolting to her. Rachel: “Yes, of cause I will be a good student, I never had any problems with my past instructors. And I am always punctual and never late.” Crivelli: “Good, that nice to know, but its not good enough. You must recognize your instructor as God and obey his every word in an unquestioning manner, can you do that?” Rachel remained silent as she considered her options. She was running out of time and estimated that Joey would be back in 50 mins or so. Crivelli: “You hesitate, that is not good. How can I even take you as a student let alone consider putting you in front a the waiting list. There are far more deserving students who are worthy of my time and attention.” Reluctantly Rachel said: “Yes, I will obey your every word.” Crivelli anxiously moved to the edge of the seat: “Are you absolutely certain Rachel?” He searched her face eagerly for consent realizing he was almost within reach of his goal. Rachel: “I am certain, I will obey.” Rachel was not sure why she agreed. She needed the driving license badly, but not so desperately as to even consider exposing herself to a situation which may require her to become sexually intimate with Crivelli. The mere thought of physical contact with Crivelli was physically revolting to her. But she also found herself inexplicably excited by her present predicament. Here she was in the “less trendy” side of town, in a dirty ram shackled garage alone with an old pervert who had obvious sexual designs on her. Perhaps the element of danger was itself a temptation.. Whatever the reason, she felt compelled to explore the situation further. Clapping his hands in glee Crivelli stood-up; “Good, then lets do a little role play. Lets imagine we are on our first driving lesson and we are in the car.” Crivelli got up and motioned for Rachel to take a seat in the huge worn recline-able leather chair. It did not look very clean (like all the other things in the small office) and had patches of mould and unidentifiable stains everywhere. Noting her hesitation, Crivelli gave the chair an encouraging pat and said : “Don’t be afraid, I guarantee its more comfortable then most conventional car seats. And do not be deceived by its appearance….”

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The recline-able chair now seemed to have a foreboding and menacing air around it, and Rachel gingerly approached it, with some feeling of apprehension. As she sank uneasily into it, her delicate lithe frame seemed lost in its large embrace which seemed to dwarf her all the more. Her sensitive nose also detected a pungent unwashed odor which only added to its imposing façade. Crivelli handed her the old Cardboard cover for the Pizza box; “Take the wheel. Let’s begin, you can start the ignition.” Rachel went through the motion of turning her wrist to insert the imaginary car keys. She moved her right hand to the gear to shift to 1st gear but before she could proceed further Crivelli intervened. Crivelli: “Tsk tsk tsk, no wonder you failed your previous tests. Keep safety foremost in your mind, you forgot to adjust your rear-view mirror.” Crivelli moved to her front and pretended to adjust the imaginary mirror. Standing over her, he had a clear view of the creamy cleavage that stood out so invitingly from her blouse. Crivelli noted that she did not have very large assets, instead, her delicate frame housed medium sized bosoms elegantly capped by. Moving closer to her he detected her alluring feminine fragrance which instantly provoked a rising urgent hardness between his legs. Feeling suddenly breathless Crivelli fought the rising primal urge to take her there and then. In a husky voice he whispered; “You also forgot your seat belt.” He moved his hand to her lap and proceeded to fasten the imaginary seat belt. His hands strayed to briefly caress the bare flesh of her left thigh, savoring its silky smooth texture, lingering a moment longer there, before moving further up her thighs. Rachel hurriedly cried out: “Oh dear instructor, there is a car pulling up behind me, we have to move on, I should really get the car moving.” Crivelli seemed momentarily lost: “Huh…..oh yeah, put your foot on the gas…” he mumbled reluctantly Rachel signed in relief, and gave her self a pat on the back for getting out of that tight spot. But she was not out of the woods yet. Crivelli: “I have decided to conduct a mock test for this lesson.” He announced. “For every minor mistake you make, I will confiscate one item of clothing from your person. Major mistakes will cost two items” Rachel realized the stakes had just gone up, and if she was not carefully the game would only have one possible outcome. “Wait, since this is a mock test its only fair that we place a 20 minute time limit on the test, and if I pass the test, that also means you will take me as your student immediately.” Crivelli paused to consider the new offer. Twenty minutes, that was basically his window of opportunity. He was confident he could remove most of her clothing by then, but he wanted more time. “A standard test lasts 45 minutes at least, lets do this right.” Rachel: “ok, that means it started 5 minutes ago and we only have 40 minutes left on the clock.” Crivelli smiled: “Well I can live with that, and since you have already made two previous errors, the seatbelt and rear mirror, I will remove your shoes first.” Not waiting for her consent, he reached down and removed Rachel’s right shoe. Taking his time, Crivelli ran his fingers along her bare inner soles, slowly moving up towards her calves, admiring her long slender legs. He moved on to her left shoe, but she pre-empted him by quickly kicking it of her foot. Un-phased he continued: “You may make a left turn at the next corner.”

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Rachel obeyed, taking care to give the left indicator before turning the wheel. Crivelli: “Oh dear, you forgot to look right and left to ensure there was no on-coming cars before you made the turn. That’s a major safety breach, it’ll cost you two items.” Rachel could not believe her ears: “I did look, there were no cars, I turned my head, this is unfair.” Crivelli: “Life’s not fair, you looked left only, you did not check for on-coming traffic from the right when you were turning into a 2 way street.” Rachel: “You did not tell me it was a two way street.” Crivelli: “ok, fair-enough, but you should still have checked, I’ll let you decide the 2 items to be confiscated as a compromise.” Reluctantly Rachel handed him her watch and hair-band. Freed of the hair band, her luscious jet black hair cascaded down her shoulders, ending short of her upper back, making her look all the more ravishing. Rachel saw the gleam in Crivelli’s eyes and had anticipated this undesired effect. The last thing she wanted was to encourage him further, but she was already running out of essential items and preferred to lose the hair-band instead of her blouse or her mini. Determined not to sacrifice any other clothing items and bare any more of her body, she made up her mind to proceed carefully.

Crivelli continued: “You are now on a two way street. Please change to the left extreme lane and make a u-turn.” Rachel made the motion of switching on the left indicator, checked her rear and side mirrors and also her blind-spot, before turning the steering wheel left. She breathed a sign of relief when Crivelli did not intervene. Her hopes rose as she also executed the u-turn flawlessly, giving Crivelli no opportunity at all. She realized that because the test and the car was all imaginary, she only had to follow the procedures in the driving manual methodically. Crivelli was growing impatient: “You are reaching a two way junction, please make a left.” Rachel again ran through the procedure step by step, checking rear and side mirrors before turning the imaginary wheel. “Oh oh.” Crivelli intervened with a smirk, “you forgot to stop at the junction. That’s another major boo boo and will cost you your blouse and skirt.” Rachel protested; “You did not say there was a stop sign, that does not count.” Crivelli: “I don’t have to, you should stop at every junction before you make a turn.” Rachel was unwilling to lose her blouse and her skirt all at once; “That’s still not fair, I only need to slow down, not stop…..” Crivelli: “Ok I concede you are right, but you did not even slow down, I did not see you moving your foot from the accelerator to the brake at all. I’ll compromise by taking only your blouse, that’s fair.” Rachel realized she was caught red-handed and reluctantly unbuttoned her white blouse.

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As the blouse was removed, Crivelli feasted his hungry eyes on Rachel’s creamy white shoulders, which was in stark contrast to the jet black luscious hair that partially covered it. He could just make-out her small, perfectly capped nipples through the sheer material of the white lacy bra she wore, with the rise and fall of her chest. Unable to control his primal instincts, he ran his finger tips along her neck, moving it down slowly towards her cleavage. The delicate soft region was warmer , slightly moist to the touch and he raised his finger tips to his nostrils, taking delight in her personal fragrance. Rachel moved to brush his wondering hands away but Crivelli reminded her: “You have to be obedient my dear, that means complying with all the instructors requirements, that was the understanding.” He smiled when she responded with a look of silent rage, and continued to allow his fingers to trace the outline of her left breast. Through the thin sheer semi-transparent expensive silk fabric, he found her nipple and took hold of the sensitive tip, gently rubber and playing with it between his fingers. Rachel wanted to proceed with the lesson, but also realized that Crivelli was loosing precious time. An estimated 15 minutes had passed and he only had approximately 30 minutes left of test time. The more time he indulged himself in this sensual exploration , the less time he would have to complete the test, increasing her chances of finishing the test with at least her skirt and undergarment on. So she decided to stoke his ego and play his game. She leaned forward, appearing to enjoy his touch, and arched her back. Crivelli was surprised: “My, what’s come over you, do you like this? I love to see the ice princess transformed into a molten heap of larva.” Needing no further encouragement he knelt in front of her and took hold of her other breast, massaging it. Rachel could feel the hardness between his legs as he buried his nose and mouth between her breasts while his fingers moved frantically over the rest of her body. Crivelli was lost in his sexual fantasy as he nuzzled the warm soft fragrant cleft between Rachel’s bosoms. His mouth hungrily sort out a nipple through the silky fabric of her lacy bra. But he soon found that the bra, which had been a great turn-on, was fast becoming an irritating obstruction. With his nose still buried in her cleavage, his fingers fumbled for the hook to release the bra. But Rachel laid a restraining hand on him. “That’s a no no Mr Instructor, I have to make a mistake in the test first.” Crivelli finally realized he Rachel had conned him, he looked quickly at the watch, barely 25 minutes left and snarled. Fighting to regain his composure, he was determined not to be beaten at his own game; “Very well, you can proceed down the road and take the slipway into a one-way street.” “A one way street? This should be easy” Rachel thought. But Crivelli added: “Oh, its starting to rain.” Rachel immediately made the motion of turning on the windshield wipers. Crivelli was silent for a moment, and then smiled at her, : “There are at least two major safety procedures you skipped, you can think for awhile, but this will cost you your bra, mini and panties all at once” Rachel was horrified, she quickly ran through the mental checklist and conceded: “Ok, maybe I should have slowed down, and I did not, but that’s only one oversight, you can have the mini and that’s all.” Crivelli shook his head: “You missed out something else, any way failing to slow in itself is a major fault and will cost you two clothes items, so lets have your mini and your bra.” He stretched his open hands out eagerly waiting for her to hand over her clothing. Rachel: “Ok, but you also have to tell me what I missed out, how do I know you are not just making it up?” Crivelli: “Quit wasting time, lose the bra first and then the mini, before we talk. Or do you need me to help you….” He sniggered and started towards her.

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Alarmed by his advance Rachel quickly unhooked her white silk bra and handed it to him. Crivelli brought the silky soft material to his nose and inhaled deeply; “Mmmm, so this is what you smell like, fresh roses and lilies.” His eyes widened when he saw her firm supple breasts, each crowned delicately with a nipple. Rachel could almost feel his eyes roaming her upper body and gave an involuntary shudder. Crivelli flung the silky bra into the growing heap of clothing lying on the dirty office floor and greedily took hold of a breast in each hand. Freed of their lacy constraints they felt softer and warmer to the touch. He took hold of each nipple between his fingers again and proceeded to gently rub them again and again, smiling in glee as he felt them partially harden between his fingers. Rachel suddenly felt breathless. She realized with a shock that inspite of her physical revulsion of Crivelli, she too had been unconsciously swept up by the make-believe game and the underlying sexual tension. Her skin felt moist and clammy and she could hear the rapid acceleration of her heart beat. An involuntary gasp almost escaped her lips as Crivelli suddenly bent over and hungrily took her left breast and nipple in his mouth, sucking noisily on it like it was an ice-cream cone, while he continued to twiddle her right nipple between the fingers of his other hand. Composing herself, Rachel interrupted his suckling: “What about the second item I missed out, what was it, or were you just bluffing?” As Crivelli his head from her left breast momentarily, a slimy trail of saliva dangled from his lips to her nipple. Crevilli husklily said: “Well are you sure you want me to tell you, cause if I do, that means you also lose your panties, think about it.”

He returned his focus, but now on her right breast and slowly covered the delicate soft skin around the nipple with warm wet kisses. His beard pricked and tickled the delicate area and he watched in fascination as goose bumps broke out on the sensitive skin. Again, he took hold of her now erect nipple in his mouth, covering it with warm wet saliva as he sucked and teased it to full erection, savoring the taste and texture of the soft skin in his mouth. Rachel did not let his off: “You are bluffing, I did not miss anything else.” Crivelli: “Your mini please” he said huskily, “we can discuss that after you hand it over, but I advise that in your own interest you do not pursue the matter.” Standing up, she slipped out of her mini-skirt, feeling very vulnerable in her virtually naked state. Her petite slender body was now only covered by a small white lacy silk panty. She knew that the expensive material was designed to be as inconspicuous as possible clinging to her like a second skin so that it would not show through even the most body hugging skirt. But it also meant it barely covered her pubic area, following the contours of her vagina. So fine and sheer was the material that she knew Crivelli would notice the indentations on it as it molded itself to the sweet crack between her legs. Her worst fears were confirmed when she heard a sharp gasp from Crivelli. The perverted midget had his eyes wide open and glued to the area between her legs. As his eyes took hold of Rachel’s near naked form, Crivelli could hardly contain his excitement. Eagerly he whispered: “Turn around and let’s have a good look at you.” From his experience, he knew that most women looked better with their clothes and make-up on to hide any flaws in their completely natural form. Only a rare 5% looked even better up close and naked. It was his lucky day as Rachel easily qualified in this rare top 5 percentile. Her ivory white skin was flawless and whiles she was not too tall, she was blessed with long slender arms and legs. As she turned around, he sank to his knees and allowed his eyes

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to slowly follow the supple contours of her bare legs, all the way until it joined with a small inviting opening that was barely visible through the sheer white silky garment. Crivelli was in haven, on his knees he reached up to again savor the delicate curves of her breasts. But the unexplored new area between Rachel’s legs was too tantalizing. He could make out the small black patch of very fine pubic hair which was barely contained by the fabric. A single strand of hair escaped the tight lacy confines and beckoned seductively to him. Answering its call he moved his hands lower to unhook the silk garment. Rachel: “No no, you know your own rules, tell me what I missed first before you can uncover me completely.” Crivelli looked up: “And if I show you this is not a bluff, that you did miss another crucial safety procedure?” Rachel: “Well that means I failed your test and we can terminate the lesson.” She conceded reluctantly. Clasping and unclasping his hands impatiently, rage filled Crivelli, his eager fingers came within a hair’s breath making heavenly contact, separated only by a small thin material. He knew he had an ace in the bag. Rachel had forgotten to also turn-on her headlights to improve visibility during a shower. The problem was that once he told her this, she would have failed the test (he would have removed the last article of her clothing)., and Crivelli did not want the test to end now, especially just when it was getting interesting. He needed time to search for a new solution, but he also wanted so badly to simply rip the flimsy silk material away. As she was still standing up, he motioned for her to place her left feet on the office table. When she did not comply he said: “This is still within the rules, the panties stay on for now.” Reluctantly Rachel lifted her left feet onto the table. She knew this would give the perverted midget better access to explore the sensitive area between her legs, and it also stretched the already thin silk fabric, more tightly against her vagina. For the moment he had to be contented with exploring the outlines of the delicate small crevice between her legs through this thin silky and annoying material. Gently, his fingers traced the dip in the fine fabric which marked the entrance to Rachel’s vagina, familiarizing them selves with its width, length and depth much like a blind man would examine a fine object of art. Not content to linger at the outer edges, Crivelli’s fingers found the area where the white silky material appeared to almost hug the inner entrance of Rachel’s vagina, and moved around that region in a circular motion to increase its outline and indentation. Locating the center region where the dip in the silky fabric was the greatest, Crivelli applied gentle pressure with index finger and gently encouraged a little more of the silky fabric to dip further into this nether region. Crivelli found it erotic that only the thin silky barrier separated the hostile elements of the outer world from intruding into Rachel’s moist interior. As his finger lingered in this nether region between heaven and earth, he could almost feel the warm moist heat that radiated from Rachel’s crevice through the silky walls of her panties. Unable to resist, he moved his face to within afew short inches of the entrance. At such close proximity, he was able to detect a faint whiff of her natural intimate scent that filtered through the semi-porous walls of the silk fabric, from deep within her moist interior. It was a delicious scent and for a moment he desperately fought to control the primal urge to bury his nose in the crevice. As he continued to probe the delicate orifice, Crivelli realized that he was able to get more of the silky fabric into the fine crack. He smiled as a nasty idea entered his head. Momentarily his hands moved away and took hold of the elastic straps of the panties which hugged Rachel’s narrow waste. He gently pulled the elastic band upwards and watched in fascination as more of the silky material moved from the outer edges and slipped into the divide. From his unique vantage below her raised legs, Crivelli could also see that a lot of the silky panties had disappeared up Rachel’s arse.

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The silky barrier which had originally been a barrier and source of irritation to him was now a potent sexual tool. But with both his hands pulling on the elastic straps, he could not explore this new novel situation. Quickly he barked out: “Grab hold of the straps my obedient student.” As Rachel’s unwilling hands replaced his own and kept the tension on the panty tight, Crivelli returned to the nether region to examine his new handy work more closely. The sheer silk fabric now embraced Rachel’s folds even more closely. The tension had reduced the fabric to just a third of its originally surface area, and much of this was intruding into Rachel’s small crack. So intimate was the embrace that he could make out the faint nub of her clitoris protruding gently from the silky fabric. Fascinated and aroused at the same time, his fingers seeked out the indentation of the small nub through the thin cloth, gently massaging it and teasing it. An involuntary shudder ran through Rachel as his index fingers teased the sensitive nub in a circular tickling motion. Crivelli thought he sensed a change in the texture of the silk as it became damp and hot. Eagerly he buried his nose into the spot on the silky fabric which outlined the faint nub of her clitoris. He could almost taste her delicious scent through the semi-porous silk. As Crivelli continued to explore her sensitive lips through the silk fabric, Rachel tried to understand the sudden urge that was stirring faintly within her. She knew that she had to quell this flicker now, before it became a raging inferno which would consume her. She had to bring this test to a quick end, and there was still a chance she could walk out with all her clothes on and secure her driving lessons; “Ok, lets make this winner takes all. I will call you bluff, but if this is a bluff I have passed your test and I get my driving lessons immediately…” And then he smiled as he saw a solution: “Rachel, I can tell you have missed a major safety procedure, which would mean under the circumstances that you have failed the test as you would have literally lost all the clothes on you. But you have the option of doing a remedial lesson immediately for an hour, that would be all that is required to pass the final segment of this test. Do we agree?” Rachel pondered this new option. She knew it meant she would definitely walk out of the garage with what she wanted. The only question was the price she had to pay. If she called his bluff and won, she was in a win win situation. But if she lost her bet, she would still get her lesson albeit at a heavy price. She felt in a gambling mood and finally nodded her head in consent to the new terms. Crivelli smiled as he revealed his wild card: “The headlights, you have to turn them on when its raining to improve visibility. Its game over for you, now lets start with the remedial lessons., and please do remember everything goes in this one hour session, you have to comply.” With a sinking heart, Rachel knew that she had been out maneuvered. It was a first for her. She started to retrieve her clothes but he stopped her. Crivelli; “No no, we start as you are when you finished your test. In fact, you still owe me your panties, come on….” He gestured impatiently. Reluctantly she slipped out of the flimsy garment and handed it to him. He immediately buried his nose and mouth in it; “Ahhh, what a heavenly smell, you have a most tantalizing after taste Rachel.” But Crivelli soon forgot the panties the sweet dessert nestled neatly between Rachel’s legs. Until now he had only viewed her crack through the semi-transparent silk material. But his breath escaped his dry lips when his hungry eyes finally took hold of the small delicate pink slit which was surrounded by a small trim patch of fine pubic hair. Suddenly, Rachel heard footsteps and a door opening and shutting. Joey had returned and had entered the office, standing at the doorway with his mouth agape: “Jesus Christ looks like I got back just in time, wow will you look at the top quality merchandise!!!”

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Rachel suddenly felt very vulnerable standing in the office totally nude, under the scrutiny of two perverts who were roaming every inch of her naked body with their eyes. But she almost had a heart attack when she heard Crivelli’s next words.” Crivelli: “Yes we are in the midst of a driving lesson and if you are a good boy you can be my assistant.” Joey: “No problem, I can be your assistant, lets get the lesson started.” Crivelli: “Well Rachel here just failed her first mock driving test, so we need to start the lesson with the basic fundamentals. The first lesson then is how to sit correctly in a car.” Both Rachel and Joey thought Crivelli had taken leave of his senses, but he continued; “Come sit here on the reclining chair again little missy.” Unsure of what exactly the old pervert had in mind, Rachel settled uneasily back into the huge reclining chair. Crivelli: “You see my child driving requires great discipline. You have to pay complete attention to the road, and ignore all else. You must stare right ahead, forget your physical body, ignore that itch that needs to be scratched. Accidents happen only when people are distracted and become careless.” With that, he pulled the lever at the side of the huge chair, tilting the chair into an almost horizontal position. The chair was equipped with leg rests which popped up as the chair reclined. Fully reclined the huge chair was as big as a single bed. Crivelli continued; “Remember Rachel no matter what happens in the next hour, you cannot move, you must maintain your focus on the road ahead and exercise discipline. Joey and I will provide you with some distractions to test your discipline.” Rachel: “This is ridiculous, there is no such test procedure….” Crivelli hushed her: “My methods are unconventional but they yield the desired results, now be obedient my dear student.” Crivelli anxiously moved forward thrusting the old pizza cover again into her hands “Don’t forget your wheel.” He sniggered as he raised both her arms above her head, resting them on the head of the chair. Rachel was forced to clasp the pizza cover with both arms raised above her head. It was an awkward position, made bearable only because she could rest her arms on the top of the chair above. Eager to begin, Crivelli started where he was, covering the length of Rachel’s hands with gentle kissed. The prickly contact his beard made with the sensitive skin of her under arms raised goose pimples. The prickly ticklish sensation increased in intensity as his slobbering mouth moved slowly like a wet slug, towards her exposed arm-pit. Unable suppress herself, Rachel squirmed and almost lowered her arms. “No no, Rachel, you must concentrate and ignore the sensation….” Crivelli whispered, before settling his nose and mouth directly on the cleft of her armpit. This was the region with the heaviest concentration of scent glands and he could smell the accumulation of her perspiration after a day in the hot confines of his car. Dipping his tongue onto the damp cleft, it had a tangy but pleasant after taste. “Mmmm, I love the way you smell and taste…” he muttered. He lingered there for long unbearable seconds before moving down the side of her body, towards the gentle rise of her left breast. Designating this as explored territory, Crivelli’s wandering nose and mouth moved lower down, like an obscene giant slug leaving a sticky trail of saliva in its meandering path. Slowly he made his way down again to her bare inner thighs, kissing the soft white flesh and running his wet warm tongue along the length of her leg, moving up towards Rachel’s vagina. He noticed that as he moved closer to the crack, the texture of the skin became warm and moist and he could again feel the heat radiating from the epi-center. This time however there would be no silk barrier standing between his probing nose and tongue.

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Rachel’s heart was in her mouth as she resisted the impulse to squirm out of the chair and push his head away. She breathed a sign of relief when Crivelli moved away from her mouth, but was quickly filled with apprehension as his nose neared the dewy opening between her legs. The long seconds seemed to stretch into minutes as the old pervert took his time to run his nose and mouth along her sensitive inner-thighs. It was a highly ticklish sensation which increased in intensity as his tongue wondered closer and closer to her moist opening. A gasp escaped her lips as she felt his mouth settling on the outer lips of her vagina. Crivelli: “Now you little bitch I am going to eat you till you come again and again and beg me not to stop.” The small flame that was already awake deep within her loins were slowly fanned by Crivelli’s encouraging nose, mouth and tongue. Rachel tried to suppress the hunger that was present but had remained relatively dormant throughout her encounter. Squeezing her eyes shut she concentrated only on maintain a tight grip of the pizza box over her head. “Yum, Rachel, you taste even better then you smell down here, especially with the silk panties gone..” Crivelli smiled as he continued to probe the moist opening, burying his nose, mouth and tongue between her legs like a thirsty man, She flinched involuntarily as Crivelli’s probing tongue found the sensitive nub of her clitoris and made first contact with it. “No, not there please…” she muttered weakly, which only encouraged him further. Again and again the snaking tongue lashed at her clitoris, relentlessly coaxing the sensitive nub, teasing it to full erection. Pushing his tongue now deep into her vagina, Crivelli attempted to cover her opening with his mouth. He detected the first unmistakable signs of her arousal when a tangy pleasant taste filled his mouth. “Ahhh, the ice-princess is slowly melting, lets speed-up the process…” He beckoned to Joey who, till now had been a speechless spectator “come on Joey, hope to it, you can have her top for now, lets turn this icemaiden into a molten heap of lava.” Snapping out of his spectator mode, Joey needed no second invitation and immediately took hole of Rachel’s right nipple with his mouth sucking on it like a man possessed as fondled her left breast and teased her left nipple with his free hand. After a few minutes, he had both nipples at full erection and laughed: “Ahhh a woman’s body is just like the internal combustion system of a car, you just need to find the ignition to get her going, now lets can find the accelerator and take this little hot-rod to the limit.” And he moved on to explore every nook and cranny of her upper torso with his hands and mouth. Rachel’s defenses were fast crumbling from the simultaneous assault of both Crivelli and Joey. She looked at the clock and saw that she still had to endure 40 minutes of this torment before the session was over. She cursed her body, it seemed that all her senses were heightened in her state of arousal, so closing her eyes did not help much as she could feel hands, fingers and mouths moving all over her body. Her body stiffened as Crivelli replaced his tongue with his thumb, moving it in a circular motion over her clitoris again and again, fanning the increasing flames that were building within her loins. The sensation was unbearable as Rachel shook her head, trying to close out the urgent hungry need that was fast building within her. Slowly Crivelli also inserted an index finger into the small pink opening. Rachel had not had penetrative sex for well over a year and the penetration even by Crivelli’s relatively small index finger was painful to her. But the initial pain soon gave way to a moist wet heat. After long minutes Crivelli extracted his index fingers from her moist interior, it was wet and coated with her liquid arousal “Mmmmm, tastes just like honey, only sweeter.” He said after he inserted the finger into his mouth. Quickly he inserted two fingers back into her moist interior, still massaging her clitoris with his thumb. With every tickle of Crivelli’s insistent fingers, Rachel could feel her unwilling body being coaxed into further arousal. The hunger between her loins increased like an internal flame spreading swiftly and consuming her from within, forcing her reluctant body to search for the ultimate release. Rachel cursed

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final combined assault finally triggered the huge orgasm within her. “Noooooo…” Rachel cried out in desperation as the sheer intensity of the orgasm consumed her completely. Her body convulsed as if it was seized by a billion bolts of electricity, and her back arched in spasm lifting her upper torso off the chair, as the first wave of the orgasm took hold. Crivelli and Joey were merciless and gave her no respite, eager to tease her sexual frenzy into an even more fevered state of arousal. Joey moved his mouth from the bloody tip of her right nipple and now bit down savagely on her erect left nipple. Small rivulets of blood trailed slowly from the tips of both breasts down her sweat slick body. Crivelli inserted a second finger painfully into her annus. He could already feel the strong contraction of Rachel’s vagina as she was caught in the throes of the immense orgasm. For Rachel the orgasm seemed to stretch on for eternity as her body failed to find the blissful end of the gigantic wave of pleasure. Suddenly she realized through her fevered mind that the first wave of pleasure was replaced by a second even more intense wave. In no time, Crivelli’s pistoning tongue, and hot sucking mouth pushed Rachel over the brink. He could feel the contractions in Rachels’ pussy that signaled her orgasm. Even with his head buried deep between her soft fragrant thighs, he could feel the rest of her body going rigid as it was seized in a series of convulsions. He paused for awhile and watched in morbid fascination as the pink, petal like lips of her vagina appeared to open and close on their own. They appeared to beckon to him and heeding their call he dived into her moist wet folds again. With Crivelli’s tongue drilling into her and Joey’s mouth fastened on her tit, Rachel reached the precipice of passion. All rational thought left her as she succumbed to her need for release. Rolling waves of red-hot rapture spread rapidly from her loins to every part of her. For a wonderful moment of eternity she was filled with ecstasy and time stood still as each tickle of Crivelli’s tongue brought her to the crest of an ever higher orgasmic wave. On and on they teased her until she felt her body could take no more. At long last, with her sweat slick body totally exhausted, Rachel found the final release to her marathon of multiple orgasms. With a final convulsive shudder, she felt like her vagina was turning itself inside out as several jets of clear fluid squirted from her gasping pussy. Thoroughly drained by the intense session of extended sex, Rachel slowly felt her body floating gently back to earth. She was totally bathed in sweat and felt numb all over. She was rudely awakened by Crivelli: “Well well Rachel it seems in your moment of final passion, your hands have left the steering wheel.” In dismay Rachel noticed that her hands had dropped to her side and the pizza cover was lying on the floor. Noting the dismay on her face Crivelli continued: “Now now my dear, no need to worry, you performed admirably throughout your tests and Joey and I have decided you can start proper lessons as soon as you wish.” “Why thank you Mr Crivelli.” Rachel managed to croak. Crivelli : “Of cause, since we have made exceptions in your case to allow you to proceed with lessons even when you failed the final initiation, there will be further impromptu tests in your daily lessons.” He smiled. Rachel was too tired at this point to argue and decided to deal with this new issue as and when it arose. -THE END-

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Nightmare Creatures Chapter 1:The Discreet Assignment. Oh how she hated the Internet, this new means of modern technology that allowed information to spread swiftly across the masses. Only six months ago, Rachel Greene had been gracing the covers of some of the world’s most illustrious fashion magazines. Barely 24 years of age, had this pretty brunette already close to USD20 million of contracts under her belt. She was in demand and her modeling career was right on track But all that came crashing down when she received her first photo shoot assignment with Massimo Milano. Rachel had at first welcomed the chance to shoot with this well know Italian photographer, whose name was associated with some of the biggest cat walk models and fashion houses this side of Manhattan. But things started going wrong when she refused the repeated advances of Massimo. He had taken no pains to hide his sexual fascination with her and she had to endure the endless hours of torment and torture during his photo shoots. But had managed always to tacitly evade his lewd advances. Rachel suspected that quite a few girls in the industry had become victims of this perverted monster. She was advised by her friend Monica that this was a usual seedy trademark of the high fashion industry. It was not the face that launched careers, but the photographer behind the face and body who could make or break a promising talent. But she had not heeded Monica’s advise. She simply could not, the very sight of the fat balding middleaged Italian filled her with disgust and revulsion. The crunch came 3 months ago when she responded to a last minute assignment by the agency for a swimwear shoot. Rachel suspected nothing unusual when she walked into the deserted studio. However her suspicions were immediately raised when she found herself alone with Massimo. She refused to change into the very skimpy G-String type bikinis and declined the cocktails he offered her. Finally, she simply walked out of the studio ignoring his threats and vulgarities. The next thing she knew, nude and pornographic pictures of her were flooding the websites. She made a report to the authorities but they were never able to trace the actual origin of the pictures. But she recognized his handy work. These were not the product of amateurs photographers, they even fooled playboy and penthouse who vouched for the authenticity of the pictures. The contracts were swiftly cancelled as prestigious brands and fashion houses tossed her like a used rag doll, wanting to distance their immaculate brand names from her soiled public image. It did not matter that the pictures were false, Rachel Greene was damaged goods and had lost her public appeal. Low on cash and desperate for an assignment, Monica referred her to a secluded modeling agency known simply as “Cleo’s”. She soon found out that the agency itself was a front and only maintained a surreal existence on the internet. There was no actual business address, phone lines, fax numbers etc. In fact, the agency prided itself on its discreteness. Perspective models e-mailed their portfolios and resumes to an internet web page together with their contact details. It was the agency who short listed the models and initiated first contact.

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This arrangement seemed highly unusual to Rachel as she had thought that any aspiring modeling agency would be hungry for publicity. But Monica told her the reason behind this cloak of secrecy. Additional to the usual modeling contracts, Cleo’s also doubled as an escort agency. Rachel’s heart sank when she heard this but Monica assured her that Cleo’s looked after all of their models, many of whom were top models like herself who have wondered off the wayward path. And Cleo’s was no ordinary escort agency either. It maintained an exclusive clientele which would forever be beyond the reach of the average man on the street. This agency catered to royalty, Celebes and the filthy rich. Small wonder that discretion and anonymity were the order of the day. Monica herself confessed that she had accepted several well paid assignments and found the experience quite enjoyable. Seeing her hesitation Monica had prompted that she accepts the agency’s invitation for a phone interview. She would speak with Madame Tussard, who basically ran Cleo’s. And now she sat anxiously as she waited to receive the impending phone call. As if reading her mind, the phone rang shrilly, jolting her out of her reverie. Rachel’s heart pounded as she allowed the phone to rang for long seconds, still having reservations about this agency. Finally she snatched the cradle up and answered the phone breathlessly; Rachel: “Hello” A soft spoken soothing feminine voice greeted her on the phone: “Why hello, is this Rachel Greene, it Madam Tussard here.” Rachel: “Yes this is her, er I mean me…I am Rachel Greene.” Madame Tussard: “My, you do sound tense tonight Rachel, but don’t worry, Monica has told me a lot about you and that is why we are having this call tonight, to let you know a little more about Cleo’s and its operations.” Rachel: “Oh, so you have spoken to Monica already, I hear she accepts contracts from your agency.” Madame Tussard: “Yes, Monica is one of our more popular young ladies, she has lovely blonde hair and ocean blue eyes and appeals naturally to the camera.” Rachel: “So she has accepted only modeling assignments? And not the more er…discreet jobs?” Madame Tussard: “Well let me start from the beginning and tell you how we run Cleo’s. Cleo’s is first and foremost a modeling agency. Our models are featured in glamour magazines. The girls are young and beautiful and we look after them very well as they are our prized assets. Without the models, there is no Cleo’s!!” she laughed easily. Rachel: “Well that’s very re-assuring to know and I am ready and willing to accept modeling assignments, you have seen my portfolio and resume…..” Madame Tussard: “Yes we have and we are very impressed. Your birth cert says you turn 24 this February and already I have seen your face on so many covers. And you have the perfect model’s figure, long luscious black hair, 5’4 tall, 100lbs and a very supple and delicate 33C-24-34, with almond brown eyes and ivory white skin. Its no wonder that the public adores you so.” Rachel: “Yes, but as you probably also no, there was that ugly internet scandal……I have not been given another lucrative assignments since.” Madame Tussard’s tone was encouraging: “That’s a minor set-back. You are very young, and the public has a very short memory. We can restart your career, this is what Cleo’s specializes in. We help less fortunate young ladies like yourself who were exploited by the industry, back on their feet.”

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Rachel took heart and she felt herself more at ease with Madame Tussard: “Oh that’s so good to hear, so when can I begin my first assignment.” There was a pause before Madame Tussard answered: “That’s really up to you. You can even start tonight if you are up to it, but before that I must brief you on the other services that Cleo’s offers.” Rachel: “Yes I can start tonight, tell me more.” Madame Tussard: “One reason Cleo’s has been so successful over the years is the contacts we maintain with our exclusive clientele. These are not the fashion houses and tabloid magazines I refer to. These are the top celebrities, royalty, the CEOs of huge companies, oil tycoons, ministers, people whose names and faces appear in Forbes and Fortune magazine.” Rachel was confused: “Er do you mean they finance and sponsor the agency’s operations?” Madame Tussard thought for awhile: “ That’s one way to see things. The rich and famous are constantly at the mercy of the press. They have an image to maintain and they also have their personal needs, which quite often conflict with their public image. Cleo’s plays the very delicate and vital role of maintaining the balance between these two needs.” Rachel was still confused: “I am sorry, what’s so bad about financing a modeling agency, even if you are a minister or oil tycoon.” Madame Tussard’s voice took a harder edge: “Even the filthy rich have their human needs, their sexual fantasies, desires that they need fulfilled. As money is no object they want only the best, so the usual whore houses or escort agencies will not appeal to them. They want cover girls and top models at their back and call, and of cause discretion is the order of the day.” Rachel’s heart sank as she realized the implications of Madame Tussard’s words. “So you are nothing more than an escort agency, just selling sex to the rich.” Madame Tussard’s voice softened: “Not true. Although we run an agency and have contracts with fashion houses, we cannot survive on this seasonal revenue alone. We are a bona-fide modeling agency, but the harsh reality of corporate finance also sinks in. The fashion houses continue to use our models because Cleo’s waives its agency fees. We do not charge the fashion house or the model. Cleo’s offers a cheap alternative in these tough economic times to the budget conscious designer who still requires a top model to launch his products.” Madame Tussard continued: “But we need to cover our costs. We try to minimize on rental and office space and studios by maintaining only a surreal existence on the internet, but we still have to pay our photographers, drivers, writers and most importantly of all, our models. Our models take home 80% of our revenue, and they are worth every penny. So you my dear would take home most of the revenue. It’s a win win situation for you.” Rachel: “I still don’t get it, will I get a proper modeling assignment or not?” Madame Tussard: “You will get a proper modeling, but because we have to cover our costs, you need to also fulfill a minimum quota of “Discreet Assignments” every month before we can refer you to the fashion houses.” Rachel knew by now what Madame Tussard meant by “Discreet Assignments”. Rachel: “How many “Discreet Assignments” a month precisely” Madame Tussard: “That depends on the revenue generated on each assignment. Which also depends on the er “services rendered” in each Discreet Assignment.”

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Rachel: “Well that’s still very vague, can you be more precise.” Madame Tussard: “I’ll try. Lets say we were a full time modeling agency and I were to refer a top model like you to a fashion house, what would my agency fees be? I know it differs from assignment to assignment but on average I can expect at least 5-10 grand an assignment. So that’s the opportunity cost for the agency, which is one side of the equation. Now we ask, how many Discreet Assignments do you need to complete before you can meet our minimum cost base of say 5k per month. That is an open question.” Rachel: “Why? Don’t I receive a fix remuneration for each Discreet Assignment.” Madame Tussard: “Yes and no. For each Discreet Assignment, you will receive a basic Attendance Fee of 200 bucks.” Rachel: “200 bucks!!! It will take me forever to work that off!!!” Madame Tussard: “This is only the Attendance Fee, you get this fee for merely showing up. All Discreet Assignments are voluntary. The model decides how far she wants to carry through her assignments. This is also for the welfare of the model.” Rachel: “That means I can turn-up, look at the client and if I do not like him, I can just leave.” Madame Tussard: “In short yes. But Cleo’s prides itself on meeting and satisfying our exclusive clientele. Many of these high flyers are on stop-over flights between international destinations. They only have a few short hours to fulfill their Discreet Assignments. Its not nice to disappoint them. Word also does get around amongst the clients and if you have too many refusals, I will have difficulty recommending you even for Discreet Assignments, let alone modeling jobs. So use that as a last option.” Rachel remained silent as she contemplated her options. Sensing her reservations Madame Tussard continued: “I think you are viewing this in a negative manner. Most of our Discreet Assignments are actually quite pleasant. Do remember that you will be meeting the crème de le crème of society and not the usual riff raffs. Who knows you may meet a Bradd Pitt or Tom Cruise…….and the pay-outs for full services are handsome, between 1-2k a night. That means that you need only do 2-3 Discreet Assignments a month to meet your monthly quota. Once the quota is met we can refer you to any number of modeling jobs.” Rachel: “Yes, but this is so cheap, its tantamount to prostitution.” Madame Tussard: “Not true. The model decides how the evening progresses. Of cause sex is a real possibility, but it may or may not be on the agenda of our clients. Some may just want the company of a beautiful young lady. And even if there is sex, you decide whether to proceed, and it may turn out to be quite a pleasant experience after all. Imagine getting paid 1-2k to have a passionate evening with Tom Cruise, life can’t get any better Rachel!!!” Rachel: “Well, when you put it like this, its hard to say no.” Madame Tussard pushed on: “Then accept a Discreet Assignment Rachel, say yes! The bottom line is that you have nothing to lose. And if you do change your mind, you can just collect your Attendance Fee and leave after the preliminary social obligations.” Rachel: “Well, ok, since you put it that way. But will I have a male escort just in case the client becomes difficult.”

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Madame Tussard: “Of cause, that’s agency policy to ensure the safety of our models. The Limo will pick you up from home and will wait for you at the client’s location. You will have a direct line in to the driver, Ben, who will come to your aid in the very unlikely event things get out of hand.” Rachel: “yes, that is most re-assuring, so where do we go from here?” Madame Tussard: “You mentioned you could start this evening, I have a very exclusive client flying through Manhattan. He is a regular and a perfect gentlemen. I can start by sending him your portfolio and pictures to see if he is interested in meeting up with you this evening.” Rachel: “Well, ok., who is this client?” Madame Tussard: “Sorry that’s privileged information. Just as the agency protects its models, so too do we protect the reputation of our clients. You will only know who the client is when you meet him in person. And if you do not like him, you can pull out after the obligatory cocktails.” Rachel: “Obligatory cocktails?” Madame Tussard: “Yes Rachel, these are social formalities. We do not run a cheap fuck-shop so to speak. The usual protocol is to have 5-10 minutes of social interaction with the client, make small talk. Seep a cocktail, this also gives both of you a chance to get to know each other better. You can even think of it as a first date!” Rachel: “Ok, I suppose I can do that tonight, just to have drinks and cocktail and nothing more. Please alert your client to this.” Madame Tussard: “That’s not advisable, its like throwing a bucket of ice-water onto the client. He won’t even want to meet you. Just play along with the game and cross the bridge when you come to it. The client knows the agency policy and that the model can walk anytime she wants to.” Rachel: “Well, ok, but I am just having cocktails this evening…” Madame Tussard: “As you please Rachel. I will call you within the hour to confirm the assignment for tonight. Please leave your mobile on. Good bye for now” -----Scene Shift To Madame Tussard’s sleazy studio-----------------------------------------Chapter 2 The Set-Up Massimo Milano smiled eagerly to himself as he carefully removed the voice-encoder from the mouth piece of his phone. Business had been brisk at Cleo’s and he had been busy playing the role of Madame Tussard as liaison between his clients and the models. Until this day, no one knew that he was actually the real person behind the sweet soothing voice of Madame Tussard. Not his clientele and definitely not the models in Cleo’s employ. Yes, life was good at Cleo’s and it would be doubly sweet victory if he could get his clutches again onto Rachel Greene. Just when he thought he saw the last of her, fate lent him a hand and delivered her back into his clutches. The stunning brunette had proven to be a source of sexual frustration for him and he was still salvaging his badly bruised ego after her repeated rejections of his advances. Who the hell did she think she was, to turn her nose in the air and reject the great Massimo Milano. He was the genius who launched thousands of careers on international cat-walks, and had bedded the most beautiful women in the world. No one had the audacity to say no to him. No one except Rachel Greene.

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Circulating the fake pictures of her on the internet was a small consolation. He derived some satisfaction watching her career crumble over night. But It did not satiate his growing hunger for her. If anything, the fake nude pictures only served to fan the burning lust within him and his craving for this sweet dessert that was always just beyond his reach. So, she thought she was too good for him did she? He wanted to see the arrogant ice princess humiliated and reduced to a whimpering mass of jello. He drummed his fingers absently on the table as he tried to work out a devilishly fitting Discreet Assignment for Rachel. She must be tortured, he wanted her to suffer and experience the same burning lust and desire that had consumed him these past few months. She must feel the unfulfilled hunger that haunted him. And of cause, it would be the piece de resistance if he could finally personally consummate his desire. But he also knew that he could not recommend Rachel to himself. She would take flight immediately at the first sight of him and he would have lost a golden opportunity forever. No, this required some strategy and manipulation which could only be achieved through his guise as Madame Tussard. He knew he already had part of her trust and must take advantage of this existing leverage to consolidate his position. He reached for the black book that contained his black-listed clients, determined to find a fate worst then death for the very source of his unfulfilled lust. These were usually the clients that had such unusual and perverse fetishes that even he found it difficult to conduct business with. What would be a fitting assignment for Ms Greene? This will be fun, he smiled to himself as he flipped through the pages.

How about Mr Marx who was into snuff? No, he did not want to lose a prized asset. Besides, the last assignment with Mr Marx involved the authorities and no end of paper work to cover up the mess. His fingers came to rest on the initials of Mr Salim. This was a potential, Mr Salim was into bestiality. He was very wealthy and owned a secluded stable with horses, pigs and dogs. Massimo wet his lips in morbid anticipation as he pictured Rachel nude and filthy, down on all fours and mounted from the rear by a huge sheep dog. But he paused in mid-thought. The last model he referred there was physically scarred and underwent several weeks of extensive reconstructive surgery to her reproductive organs. She became a defective product, a non-performing asset. No, he could not risk it, he wanted to teach Rachel Greene a lesson, but he also saw her as a potential financial investment which he would use, abuse and discard. Perhaps he would save this for her final assignment, but not for her first initiation. Moving further down the list Massimo also skipped Sam Smith who had a morbid fascination with necrophilia. This particular gentleman got his kicks in grave yards and expected the models to engage in various unmentionable acts with cadavers. Which was fine with Massimo. The only problem was that Mr Smith would also ritually behead the model and engage in sexual intercourse with the beheaded corpse as a grand finale. Massimo signed in frustration. Virtually all the blacklisted clients were fascinated with violent, destructive acts which would physically and permanently damage his prized product. He was about to give-up when his eyes caught the initials of Professor Moriarty at the bottom of the page. A fiendish smile flooded his face as he nodded to himself, yes, this would be a fitting Discreet Assignment for Rachel Greene. Placing the voice encoder back on the phone mouth-piece, he proceeded to dial the numbers which would seal Rachel’s fate. ----------------------Scene Switch to Professor Moriarty’s secluded castle-------------------Chapter 3: The Professor & His Pets

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Professor Moriarty looked up from his work bench, trying to find the ringing phone beneath the scattered pile of paper and printed circuit boards. He hated to be interrupted in his work. Sex and his work were the be all and end all of his life, all else was immaterial. And he had managed to combine the two in his latest project. At sixty years of age, he was a retired social recluse with few relatives and even fewer friends. He was surprised at first by the foreign sound that flooded his laboratory. It was only later that he recognized it as the sound of his ringing phone, which had not been used for weeks. His curiosity took hold as he wondered who could be ringing him. Perhaps it was a wrong number, but as the unfound phone continued to ring persistently, he rummaged through his work papers and junk to find the receiver simply to end this confounding irritation. At last he found the phone cord and roughly jerked the receiver from under a pile of books. Moriarty: "Hello, who's this, you have the wrong number." He said crossly. He was greeted by a vaguely familiar feminine voice: "Good evening, is that Professor Moriarty please?" Moriarty was amused that this person knew him enough to greet him by his title, and he softened his tone; "Yes, how may I help you?" Madame Tussard: "Oh Professor Moriarty, its so nice to hear your voice again, it is Madame Tussard from Cleo's" He smiled to himself as he finally remembered where he heard the voice from. Until the recent incident, he had always enjoyed the services rendered by Cleo's. The agency supplied him with a steady stream of beautiful young models to satiate his constant and growing need for sex. But they were expensive and he knew that he was a virtual hostage to their services, much like a cocaine addict was held hostage by the crack dealer. Cleo's was the best, and there was no substitute for the quality of girls they supplied. He had tried been severely disappointed when he tried the much cheaper escort services who supplied him with cheap slabs of unpalatable meat. But the problem was that having retired from the academic world without a steady pay-cheque, he knew his limited savings (substantive though they were), could not sustain his insatiable hunger and appetite indefinitely. What he needed was a good, cheap substitute, and there was none, at least not until his new project would be completed. Moriarty: "Yes I remember, the modeling agency….wait a minute, I thought you blacklisted me after the last job. Why are you still calling me?" Madame Tussard: "Black list you? Good havens no, who in the world could have told you that?" Moriarty : "You of cause." Madame Tussard: "You must be mistaken, you are one of our most important clients. Anyway I called in to see how you are and whether you are still in need of our services." Moriarty's pulse raced. The call could not have come at a better time when he had just completed his project. "Well I am in need of a model this evening, if there is one available. She must be young, and beautiful, preferably brunette." Madame Tussard: "As a matter of fact we have a new model who just joined Cleo's today and I think you will simply adore her. Shall I e-mail her portfolio to you?" Moriarty: "Yes, use the old e-mail address, and stay on the line, I'll just hop over to my computer."

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Madame Tussard: "The file should be coming through now, got it?" Moriarty squinted through his thick glasses as he clicked on the portfolio and flipped through the photos: "Mmmmm yes, she will do deliciously. Can she be here this evening by 9PM?" Madame Tussard: "Yes, that can be arranged, at the usual fee." Moriarty: "Ok send her over. I want exclusivity over this one" Madame Tussard: "You know Professor Moriarty, as a gesture of goodwill and to make up for our embarrassing error we can also waive the usual agency policies for this assignment, at an additional fee of cause." Moriarty: "You mean you are finally willing to dispense with those confounded agency rules? Great, how much?" Madame Tussard: "For an additional 2k, you can have her all to yourself with no strings attached. The agency Limo will leave immediately after dropping her off, and her agency mobile will be inconveniently low on batteries. We will leave it to you to entertain her with your usual assortment of cocktails. In short you will have Rachel all to yourself to do with as you please." Moriarty licked his lips in anticipation, at last he could turn his fantasies into reality. He could hardly wait for the evening to begin. Moriarty: "Excellent, make sure she is not late." As he hung up, Moriarty made his way down to the bowels of the castle. There was much to be done in preparation for tonight. He had to run some final tests on the simulator, and it was also feeding time for his pets. Yes, his pets, they were his creation and they had been alone for so long. Finally they would have some company. As he neared their sleeping quarters, they could smell and sense his approach. The putrid stench of death and decay filled the air but Moriarty did not notice, he had long since grown accustomed to this environment. Already he could hear the scratching and clawing of eager hands behind the huge oak door. “Slowly my pets, you are hungry, bona petit.” He opened a window in the huge oak door and tossed the carcasses of several pigs and chickens into the pit. It was too dark in the pit for him to see, but all at once he could hear the scampering of feet and the crunching or bones as the unholy creatures within ate their fill. “Tonight, you will have something alive and much tastier.” He promised as he shut the window.” ----------------------Scene Switch back to Rachel's Apartment----------------------------------Chapter 4: The Pick-up The shrill ringing of the phone startled Rachel. Could it be Madame Tussard already, it seemed barely 5 minutes ago that she had ended her first phone call with Madame Tussard. How could they have confirmed her assignment in such a short period. There was only one way to find out and she anxiously lifted the phone from its cradle. Madame Tussard: "Rachel! Its me again, I have marvelous news. The client simply adores you and cannot wait to meet up with you tonight." Rachel: "Tonight, oh that’s very short notice."

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Madame Tussard: "Well you did indicate you were available for Discreet Assignment tonight. And you should really be flattered that you are in such high demand. I can assure you that this is a very wealthy and respectable client and it would be a very lucrative first assignment for you. Things could hardly have gotten off to a better start for you, you are most fortunate." Rachel: "Well, ok, I will just make a casual short meeting with your client. Its my first assignment and I prefer to get to know the client a little better first before we proceed further into any business relationship." Madame Tussard: "Yes, by all means stay just for the obligatory 1st cocktail, make some pleasant conversation, talk about the weather and then if you are not impressed, just call Ben on the department mobile and he will be waiting outside ready to pick you up." Rachel: "Ok, that sounds fine to me." Madame Tussard : "Good, Ben will be over to pick you up at 7.00PM sharp. Its only around 5.00PM now so you have 2 hours to make yourself presentable. Please do take effort to make a good first impression. I would recommend a black formal evening dress that accentuates your lithe figure and shows off a bare back and supple shoulders." Rachel: "Don’t worry, I know how to look my best and I have a dress that meets your requirements. I'll see Ben at 7.00PM then." As Rachel hung up she could not help but feel that events were developing faster than she liked. Quickly she hurried to the bath room to prepare a fragrant hot bubble bath. She felt a tad nervous and soaking in the scented water for an hour would help to calm her nerves and clear her mind. Stepping out of her clothes, she stopped to admire her long lithe figure, flawless white skin and firm supple breasts. She knew that she was still a head turner but the past few months had shattered her selfconfidence as she was greeted by rejections from all the major tabloid magazines and fashion houses. And it angered her that she was now reduced to this desperate measure. Six months ago she would not even have given an agency like Cleo's a second glance, let alone consider accepting Discreet Assignments. But beggars can't be choosers. Adding a liberal dose of scented oil and bath salts to the bubble bath, she sank gratefully into the comforting embrace of the warm scented waters and immediately felt more relaxed. Closing her eyes, she allowed her face to slide below the surface of the warm water, remaining submerged for long seconds before surfacing. Rachel realized that she was beseeched by conflicting values and emotions. The religious ethical side of her balked at the notion of even considering a Discreet Assignment. This was basically a more refined high-end version of prostitution, selling one' self and body for sex. However there was a darker more adventurous side of her that found this arrangement strangely exciting, sensual and even erotic. Here she was, about to be whisked off in a Limo to meet an unknown man who found her attractive. And no one knows how the evening would unfold or what course events would take. She blew gentle at the bubbles that had congregated around her sensitive rosebud tipped nipples and was amused to note that they were already semi-erect. The loud buzz of the alarm clock woke her. She realized she had dosed off in the fragrant water for over an hour. Stealing a quick glance at the clock, it was already 6.20PM and she hurriedly showered and toweled herself dry. Wrapping a towel around her she reached for the hair-dryer and proceeded to blowdry her long luscious hair. It was a stroke of luck that she had the exact dress that Madame Tussard had requested her to put on. The black sleeveless dress was simple but very elegant with a low cut back which left her shoulders bare.

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It had long splits on either sides which allowed the casual observer a tempting glimpse of her supple legs. She elected to wear sheer white lacy silk bra and panties which hugged her contours like a second skin. This was because she knew the black silk dress also hugged her body and accentuated every curve of her figure. She elected not to wear any perfume as the dress was a gift from a famous Italian designer and he had warned her that the reach silk fabric did not agree with toxic chemicals. Thankfully she also did not need much make-up, save for some lip-gloss and a slight touch of mascara. The loud blare of a car signaled the arrival of the agency Limo and Ben. Taking a deep breath she took one last approving glance of herself in the full length mirror before grabbing her small purse and stepping out of the apartment into the warm summer night. She spotted Ben the chauffeur immediately and took comfort in the fact that he was tall and broad. He smiled briefly at her, giving her the usual once over and commenting ; “Wow, you look stunning, even to me and I have seen quite afew models in my line.” Rachel: “Thank you, where’s our destination for tonight?” Ben: “Sorry, that’s classified information, agency rules. But you will find out anyhow. It will be a long ride though.” Rachel: “Oh, seems like there are lots of things I am not allowed to know.” The car started and they drove in silence for awhile before Ben spoke again. Ben: “Madame Tussard would have given you the introductory lecture on the agency’s policies and client confidentiality.” Rachel: “Yes she did, what’s she like, this Madame Tussard?” Ben laughed: “Wow you really are new here. No one has laid eyes on her yet. If you think the agency is shrouded in secrets, she is the final enigma. I have been working here for three years and have never even caught a glimpse of her.” Rachel: “So you really don’t know anything about her at all then.” Ben: “Word in the industry is that she is a retired model who had good connections and started the agency with some of her savings.” Rachel: I suppose that is believable enough.” Ben: “Oh Yes, before I forget, there is an agency mobile next to you in the back seat, you can use this to call me when its time to pick you up.” Rachel slipped the mobile into her purse, feeling slightly more secure. She noticed that they had slipped onto an expressway and were rapidly headed away from time. Rachel : “Just how long do we go before we reach the client’s place, or is that classified also?” Ben: “I reckon we should be there in under two hours. Just sit back and enjoy the ride, I’ll turn on some soft music for you.” Rachel mentally noted that it would be four hours back and forth, minimum. Already she regretted taking the Discreet Assignment. If she collected only the Attendance Fee, it was really not worth the time and effort.

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that will make you feel a lot better.” He smiled as he led her along a stone stairway that spiraled downwards into what seemed to be a bottomless pit. Even from the outside the castle had an evil foreboding look about it. As they moved from the deeper into the castle, Rachel could sense an air of unholyness, the pungent odor of death and decay became stronger as they journeyed deeper into its unholy bowels. They passed through many closed and locked doors and she shuddered as she imagined what lay beyond the silent bolted doors. Rachel could not wait to end this assignment quickly and was grateful when she felt the reassuring bulge of the agency mobile in her purse. At last they arrived at the bottom which opened up into a central area which appeared to be a working laboratory. Shuffling ahead of her, Moriarty hastily cleared some papers from a bench making room for her to take a sit. He was apologetic: “I am sorry, this is my work area and my work takes up most of my time. So please forgive the untidiness.” Rachel gingerly took a seat, she was momentarily distracted by what appeared to be a huge table which occupied the center of the lab. It almost resembled an operating table : “Just what kind of work do you do Professor?” Moriarty laughed: “All sorts, before my retirement I was engaged to carry out various projects by the government. My two areas of specialties are genetic mutations and artificially enhanced sensory perception.” Rachel had no idea what this meant but said politely: “how interesting and fascinating.” Moriarty: “Yes, but not half as fascinating as you my dear” he sat down beside her, putting an arm around her waist: “that’s why I want to get to know you a little better tonight and conduct a little experiment of my own.” Trying to extricate herself Rachel said: “Yes, but lets talk a little first, get to know each other more.” Moriarty leaned closer, he could detect her alluring fragrance, and his fingers savored the feel the soft smooth skin of her bare upper arms : “But conversation is so dull, its not my forte.” Rachel was anxious to conclude this assignment fast and resorted to the cocktail: “Well perhaps a little social drinks will help break the ice and loosen your tongue.” Moriarty gave her a smile that showed his yellowed uneven teeth: “Actually my tongue is loose enough as it is and I can show it to you.” Rachel: “But I am a tad thirsty, perhaps I can have a lemonade pls?” Reluctantly, Moriarty conceded and Rachel was relieved when he left her side and shuffled over to the fridge. He returned shortly with a tall glass of lemonade. Moriarty: “I made this special brew just for you. I am sure you will like it” Rachel gratefully accepted the drink. This marked her cue to end the assignment after the “Obligatory Cocktail.” Rachel: “Thank you Professor, but I do not feel well, its been a long day for me so its best that I depart now. We can meet up again soon.” She had expected Moriarty to object, but was thankful when he said: “Yes, I can understand, you will be most welcomed here any time. But at least finish your cocktail first, after all it is an Obligatory Cocktail and an agency rule.”

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Moriarty’s eyes widened in lust as the dress slipped down her upper torso to reveal Rachel’s perfectly shaped breast barely covered in the sheer silky white bra. She knew that the expensive fabric was so sheer that it hardly concealed her nipples. “Mmmm, very nice, I can see fine genes has endowed you with perfectly sized champagne shaped breasts. And my but they are very sensitive to touch too.” Moriarty followed the contours of her right breast with his fingers, moving up to find her nipple, he gently took hold of it between his long finger nails and squeezed and tickled them through the silk fabric. Rachel shuddered as she felt the sensitive nipple harden partially under his teasing touch: “Please stop, I don’t feel well at all.” Moriarty laughed: “It looks like your body does not quite agree with you Rachel.” Kneeling in front of her, his right hand found her left breast and proceeded to squeeze the nipple through the silk fabric of her bra. She watched helplessly as the right nipple involuntarily became partially erect under his teasing caress. Moriarty continued: “You see Rachel, your body reveals your inner most desires to me much like an open book, so I can see beyond your façade.” His hands momentarily left her breasts as he reached behind her to unfasten the hook of her bra. She again tried to at least will her body to shy away from him, but the drug had done its job well, leaving her with no control of any part of her anatomy from the neck down. All she could do was to turn her head and open and close her eyes. She watched helplessly as he discarded her bra. His jaws became slack as he fixed his gaze on her breasts. “Oh what exquisite perfection, perfect form and texture” he muttered in a dazed state under his breath, licking his lips in hungry anticipation. Rachel’s body was totally defenseless as her arms lay flaccidly on her side unable to fend of Moriarty. He buried his head in her bosoms breathing in her alluring fragrance, before moving his tongue and mouth to her right breast, covering it with wet kisses and moving slowly up the rise before finally settling on her nipple. “Oh how soft, like a baby’s bottom, and so fragrant” he muttered before circling it with his warm wet tongue and drawing it into his mouth. She flinched involuntarily as the warm wet tongue made first contact with her nipple, and noticed that the drug did not influence her involuntary muscles and functions like her breathing and heart-rate. Of cause this did not do her any good, if anything, she preferred to have a unfeeling body. “This couch is too uncomfortable, I think you would prefer to be in a fully reclined position.” Moriarty swiftly lifted her limp and unresponsive body and carried her to the huge operating table. He was surprisingly strong for his age and he gently lay her supple form onto the metallic table. She flinched as the cold metallic surface of the immense table made contact with her sensitive bare flesh. On closer inspection, Rachel now noticed that the table was equipped on either sides with leather restraints and shackles. Moriarty followed her gaze to the leather restraints: “Don’t worry my dear, the drug will remain in your system for another 4 hours, so we won’t be needing those.” Her body remained limp and powerless as he quickly removed her gown, panties and shoes, raising both her arms above her head and spreading her legs wide open. She felt the brush of cool air between her legs exposed as the last piece of garment was removed, leaving her totally naked in a spread eagled position. Moriarty had a clear unobstructed view of the most intimate parts of her anatomy. How she wished she could at least bring her arms down to cover her modesty, but they remained flaccidly unresponsive above her head.

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Moriarty stood back again to admire her supple delicate form, following her elegant feet up her long lithe legs which joined with her small waist and flat stomach, traveling up to the delicate shapely curves of her breasts. She was perfection, no blemishes or lines on her body, so painfully and breath-takingly beautiful. He approached her dormant form again, running his hands up along her slender legs, as his fingers traced a delicate path along her inner thighs, he delighted in the feel of the soft young skin beneath his touch. A shudder ran through her as she felt his roaming fingers traveling up her thighs, the skin became more sensitive and moist to the touch as Moriarty’s hands inched slowly towards that most sensitive and intimate area between her legs. But they moved on above it as Moriarty ignored the sweet nexus for the moment. He clambered onto the huge table and straddled her sitting on her flat stomach, taking time again to explore her upper body. His fingers trailed up the sides of her slender body to the side of her breast, moving upward to explore the inner sides of her raised upper arms. Bending forward he began to place wet kisses on her right arm, moving slowly down to her exposed arm-pit. Pausing briefly, he studied this intimate region closely, before burying his nose and mouth directly onto the damp sensitive cleft. Moriarty’s mouth moved like a warm wet slug around this region, where her scent glands were concentrated, breathing in her musky natural fragrance. For Rachel, the ticklish sensation was unbearable, she was extremely ticklish especially around the armpit, and ordinarily the slightest brush along this region would have her contorting in uncontrollable fits of laughter. However in her current immobilized state her body was an unresponsive alien vehicle and holding her prisoner and captive to whatever sensations Moriarty inflicted upon it. Moriarty knew he had all the time in the world, and he proceeded to pod and explore every nook and cranny of her body unhurriedly. After what seemed an eternity, his roaming mouth returned to her left breast and he again took hold of the sensitive nipple, flicking at it with his warm wet tongue before encompassing it entirely in his mouth and sucking continuously on it. When he finally released it, it was covered in his saliva and Rachel watched in dismay as the nipple rose to full erection under his insistent mouth. He laughed in triumph as he proceeded to subject her right nipple to the same treatment. In no time, both nipples were standing fully erect. “You see Rachel, it appears that despite your oral objections, your body has a mind of its own.” Moriarty laughed. Rachel spat back: “You are wrong, I feel nothing but utter disgust and loathing for you.” “Do you? Lets see if you body feels the same way shall we?” laughed Moriarty as he shifted his weight and moved down below her legs. She could feel his hands spreading her legs further apart, further exposing that most intimate part of her. As she sensed his breath caressing her moist entrance, she mentally prepared herself for the physical assault that would surely follow. But what happened next took her by surprise. Moriarty started to kiss the sensitive soft skin her inner thighs, taking in her moist fragrance, as he slowly but surely advanced towards her orifice. He did not hurry but proceeded at a leisurely pace. As he neared her entrance, he could sense the moist heat that radiated from between her legs. He lingered briefly just at the dewy entrance, examining the fine pink delicate crack that was covered by a small turf of fine pubic hair. Mere millimeters away from the small opening he detected the musky sweet odor that was her most intimate scent, full of sensual promise. “Ahhh Rachel, this smell and taste, there is none like that of a beautiful young women.” Rachel’s heart was in her mouth as she wondered what he would do next. She flinched involuntarily when she felt the tip of his tongue tickling the entrance of her vagina. “No, not there please, I am very sensitive there, please.”

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“I know Rachel, but your body will soon learn to enjoy this sweet torment, trust me.” He laughed softly as he parted her vagina with his fingers and dipped his tongue further into the fine pink opening. Moriarty could feel Rachel’s body tense as he lingered in this region, and her apparent discomfort gave him further encouragement to explore the region. Moving his snaking tongue further up her vagina, he finally found the small sensitive nub that was her clitoris and stopped just shot of it. Rachel’s anxiety had been growing as she felt his snaking tongue moving upwards towards her clitoris. “Please stop, please, I do not feel well.” She begged again. But he turned a deaf ear on her pleas as he fastened his tongue directly onto the sensitive small nub. Rachel’s body jerked violently and she begged again: “Please, not there please, of all places not there.” His only answer was to continue his assault, again and again his snaking tongue found the sensitive nub, lashing at it repeatedly. Rachel could feel a moist heat awakening in her loins as liquid fire consumed her. Moriarty paused for awhile and was pleased to observe that under his ministrations, the small nub had expanded filled with blood, and was now fully erect. This made it easier to seek out and he took the entire nub into his warm wet mouth, sucking on it gently like a sweet. This provoked an immediate and violent reaction from Rachel as her body almost jerked off the table. He could hear the sharp inhalation of her breath, but he did not stop as he continued to suck on the erect small nub, massaging it within his mouth with his tongue. A warm musky wetness invaded his mouth as he tasted the first unmistakable signs of her arousal. “Oh my god, what’s happening to me, what you are doing…god please stops teasing me, you are driving me insane.” She muttered weakly. Already she could feel the burning fire between her legs spreading swiftly to engulf the rest of her limp but responsive body. A growing hunger consumed her as she fought to resist the sweet torment that Moriarty was inflicting upon her. Moriarty could feel her body tense again as he rolled the small hard nub between his tongue. Inserting an index finger into her dewy entrance, he was pleased to note that her vagina was wet and sticky with her liquid excitement. “Why are you fighting your own body’s inner most desires Rachel? Give into it, bend with the wind.” “Fuck-off you pervert, you disgust me.” She answered back weakly. But his only response was to gently take her clitoris between his teeth, and grind them gently. The sensation was unbearable for Rachel as the intense feeling multiplied ten fold, pushing her over the edge. As the intense orgasm consumed her, Rachel curse her body for its weakness. Moriarty stopped at last as he felt her body going rigid above him. “Now that was not so bad was it my love?” he crooned almost lovingly. “You see, all it takes is a talented mouth and tongue to reduce you to a quivering mass of molten lust, in spite of all your verbal protests you are still the hostage of your body’s physical desires.” As her world stopped spinning, Rachel shook her head in denial. She could not believe what just occurred. Her body floated blissfully beneath her, still powerless, but also spent and drained. A fine sheen of sweat covered her from head to foot, how could an old man push her to such explosive results merely with the flick of his tongue. Moriarty returned to the side of her spent body, lowering his face again to her left arm-pit, he ran his tongue along the cleft that was damp with her perspiration, lapping up the tiny beads of sweat and savoring the salty taste. Rachel felt utterly revolted: “You disgust me, you sick pervert, you are a freak, a defect of nature.” Moriarty seemed taken aback when he heard this. “So you think I am disgusting do you. Well let me introduce you to some of my pets, my creations, perhaps that may change your mind-set.” He smiled as he moved away from the huge table and touched a lever on the control panel.

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Igor had now made its way to the edge of the table and Rachel could feel the table shake as it proceeded to hoist its immense bulk up on to the ledge. As it emerged over the edge of the table, and drew level with her, she finally saw the creature in its entirety up close. Igor was even more repulsive. She could feel the putrid stench of its breath as it moved still closer to her helpless form. But all Rachel could do was to turn her face away in disgust. The rest of her body still lay paralyzed and dormant, under the influence of Moriarty’s drug. Instinctively, Igor wondered from her face, its flared nostrils and fork like serpent’s tongue quickly detected Rachel’s musky fragrance and it slithered over to her exposed right arm-pit, where much of her scent glands were concentrated. The fine wet tongue flicked across Rachel’s sensitive cleft as Igor’s webbed fingers grasped her breasts and nipples. Its movement was slow and ponderous, and Rachel realized Igor was cold blooded like a reptile. Moriarty’s voice filtered over the intercom: “So my dear you have met Igor, but as it is cold blooded, I have to raise the humidity levels and ambient temperature of the room to above 36 degrees to er…start its juices flowing. So don’t get alarmed when things get a lot warmer.” He laughed. Almost immediately she could feel the air around her growing warmer. Igor had now moved slowly down her right side and started tracing the gentle contours of her breast with its cold wet tongue. It was a long thin flexible appendage and it soon found the tip of her breast and coiled itself around her unresponsive right nipple. Rachel shut her eyes tightly as she felt the cold wet slimy touch of the creature against her bare skin as it moved over stomach to seek out her left breast. Moriarty suddenly appeared beside her with a syringe in hand. With her eyes shut, she had neither seen nor heard his approach. He smiled malevolently at her: “You don’t seem to be having a good time Rachel. Given a chance, Igor can be an infinitely better lover than a conventional human being. Well, here’s something to also “kick start” your juices again.” Rachel: “No, please, you have already pumped me full of drugs, no more please.” But he ignored her pleas as he applied the needle to her unresisting arm. She grimaced as she felt the painful sting of the needle. After long seconds he withdrew the syringe, and droplets of blood formed on the small punctured wound. “Igor can clean that up, I have just given you an aphrodisiac, it will increase your sense organs ten fold, you will have quite a blast I assure you.” Almost immediately, Rachel could feel her pulse rate accelerate. Every pore on her skin seemed to come alive and her body temperature also rose. Moriarty chuckled in triumph as he saw Rachel’s previously unresponsive left nipple becoming partially erect as Igor’s forked tongue coiled itself around the now sensitive nub and lashed again and again at the tip. In short seconds, the nipple had grown to full erection. With her accelerated pulse and metabolic rate, Rachel’s body temperature climbed and fine beads of perspiration appeared on her skin as her sweat glands became active. The cocktail of drugs also affected her ability to focus and concentrate and lowered her mental resistance. Moriarty’s voice drifted into her hazy mind again: “Well Rachel its time to introduce you to the rest of the “family”, they are all very eager to meet you.” She sensed rather then heard more dungeon doors sliding open, and the scampering of inhuman feet and claws. A huge ape like creature took its place on her right side and started lapping at her right breast and nipple with its warm wet tongue. She cursed as she felt a bolt of electricity shooting through her as the nipple was coaxed unwillingly to full erection. Webbed fingers and claws parted her flaccid legs, and more eager wet tongues traced the sensitive inner soles of her ankles, moving slowly to the most intimate region between her legs. Rachel again tried to will

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Her pupils were dilated as her system was on the verge of nervous shock, kept on only by the cocktail of drugs Moriarty had pumped into her. In her sexual frenzy, her fists were clenched and her body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat and perspiration as the intense waves that engulfed her rose to higher and higher heights. Suddenly she shuddered violently as the Lizard extended it fine tail into the moist and dewy entrance of her vagina. The final invasion was too much for Rachel and tipped her over the edge of the immense orgasm. Her body tensed convulsively, her back arching off the table as the massive release overwhelmed her. With his tongue buried deep within Rachel, Igor could taste her musky wetness and feel the violent spasms as her vagina contracted again and again. Rachel had expected a quick release, but she realized with a shock that this was no ordinary orgasm. Each wave of pleasure was immediately replaced by another wave of higher magnitude and intensity, with no end in sight. Her body was racked by one convulsive spasm after another, sending her into an endless spiral into the sexual abyss. After long minutes, she was on the verge of losing consciousness when she the final orgasmic wave took hold. It eclipsed all her previous orgasms in intensity and magnitude sending a massive surge of electricity through her. Her body bucked violently as every muscle in her body was gripped in spasms and Rachel screamed in rapture. The contractions in her vagina were so intense, it felt like her entire vagina was turning itself inside-out. Igor watched in fascination as the delicate pink, petal like lips of her vagina opened and closed on their own, like the mouth of fish starved of air, ejaculating a clear liquid from within. Eagerly it covered Rachel’s vagina with its mouth and lapped up the love syrup. The incredible orgasms had lasted almost 20 minutes, as her sweat slick body finally settled back on the table top, in blissful oblivion. But Rachel had no time to rest as Igor now clambered on-top of her inert form. From between his shriveled legs sprang a massive phallus almost 12 inches long. It was throbbing obscenely with its tip capped with a clear drop of semen as he mounted her. Her last ordeal had totally drained her and she felt empty and exhausted. But they would give her no respite. She moaned as her swollen vagina stretched to accommodate the massive organ. “No, not again, oh my god..” she protested weakly. Moriarty’s nightmarish creations were not done with her yet, it was only the beginning. Her series of massive orgasms had also released her female pheromones which were now detected by Moriarty’s creations. It was like an aphrodisiac for them and they became more agitated and violent. Because of Igor’s sheer bulk, she could only satisfy one demon at a time. The other 4-5 creatures grew restless and returned to feasting on her sweat slick body. This time however they wanted more. The Ape had detected the small wound caused by Moriarty’s syringe and lapped at the mixture of sweat and blood from the small opening. It triggered a blood lust in the Ape’s primitive senses which added to its mounting sexual urge. The Ape moved down Rachel’s sweat slick body, savouring her musky fragrance, before settling again on her right breast. Not content any more with merely running its tongue against the smooth contours of her breast, it bit down savagely on the still erect nipple. The sudden intense pain jolted Rachel back to full consciousness as she let loose an ear piercing scream, which only served to encourage the other participants. The Lizard clambered onto her left breast and bit down savagely on to the tender nipple. Rivulets of blood trickled from her tormented nipples, but neither creatures released their hold over her tortured nipples, sucking noisily on the open wounds and hungrily taking in the rivulets of blood that trailed from her tortured tip. The agony from her nipples were replaced soon by a searing new pain as Igor painfully forced the entire massive phallus into her small vagina, filling her to the hilt. She felt a ripping pain as Igor managed to

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shove the entire phallus into the small opening. The massive slug like creature closed its beady eyes as it savoured the warm wet embrace of Rachel’s vagina around its massive deformed phallus. Reacting purely on instinct, its primitive brain sent signals to its muscles and Igor began to move slowly back and forth, in a slow pumping rhythm. Each thrust was accompanied by a searing pain as the massive organ stretched the sensitive walls of her vagina beyond its limits. After several pumps, Igor found the entry easier as Rachel’s vagina was still slick and well lubricated from her recent orgasms. The slug moved forward, slamming its full massive weight between her legs as it increased the pace and tempo of the coupling. There was silence now the room was filled only by the obscene sounds of feasting and grunts, and the wet slapping sounds as Rachel’s body shook like a rag doll from the massive thrust of the slug, held in place only by the Lizard and the Ape which were still sucking on her tormented nipples. In her pain filled world, she drifted slowly in and out of consciousness as the coupling went on and on. Then suddenly, she a felt the now familiar urgent need again building deep within her. She cried out hopelessly as she willed her body to quell the inner stirrings within her loins. She had already been betrayed twice this evening by her unresponsive body and she did not want a third defeat to follow, especially in the hands of these deformed freaks of nature. The increased tempo of the coupling only served to excite Igor further. Incredibly, its massive organ began to expand further. This time however the increased pain only fanned the flames within Rachel, blurring the threshold between pain and sheer pleasure. Each jolt of pain was accompanied by a rising urgency which signaled the first tell tale signs of another approaching orgasm. “Damm, damm, damm” She mentally cursed her unresponsive body as tears of frustration and humiliation flooded her eyes. But Rachel also noticed Igor’s laboured breaths, which came in great gulps. The massive slug could not keep up the assertion, it had been engaged in the coupling for almost an hour now and was fast running out of reserves. Perhaps there was hope that it would spend itself before she reached another orgasm. Rachel’s prayers appeared to be answered as she felt the blob above her suddenly tense. It lifted its deformed head high, opening its jaws in a silent scream as it gave a final massive thrust of its phallus, driving it deep into Rachel’s vagina. Almost immediately, she could feel the powerful jets of sperm as the huge phallus emptied its liquid contents deep within her. The milky white sperm mixed with her own vagina juices and trickled down her vagina walls as Igor withdrew its now shriveled phallus, with a wet plop, from within her. But her joy was short-lived. With a swipe of its massive arms, the Ape shoved the flaccid body of the slug aside and eagerly took position between her legs. Rachel’s heart sank as its huge penis sprang into view. Unlike Igor’s tool, the Ape’s phallus was covered in ridges, and it measured 12 inches in length. Without hesitation he inserted the massive pennies into Rachel’s still wet vagina. The sudden entry squeezed excess sperm out from the sides as the huge penis filled her to the hilt again. Seizing hold of her sweat slick buttons, the ape began to pump into her like a pneumatic drill. Rachel was aware of the ridges of its penis as it made contact with the sensitive walls of her vagina, tickling it, and coaxing her tired insides into a state of arousal again. And so the coupling went on for another hour before the huge ape let loose an earth shattering cry and released its load of semen deep within her. She could feel the warm powerful jets of semen shooting deep into her, mixing with Igor’s sperm and her own vagina secretions. There was no respite for her as the Ape was replaced by the Lizard, who was in a foul mood, having waited 2 hours for its turn. Rachel was only half conscious when it mounted her. Its penis was perhaps only 9-10 inches in length and not as huge as the Igor’s or the Ape’s. But the Lizard was not content with just a usual coupling. It lifted Rachel’s bruised and battered body, re-positioning it to expose her anus, and with a casual twist of its long tail, he drove tip of the tail deep into her anus.

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Rachel was taken by complete surprise, she could feel the tail rubbing with the penis through the walls of her anus and vagina as the Lizard proceeded to pound her mercilessly with both organs. The metallic surface of the immense table was now slippery with a mixture of sweat, semen and blood, and the Lizard was having difficulty keeping her sweat slick body in place as it slid back and forth over the table. But the Fly was patiently waiting its turn and held her torso in place. By now, what had started as a small flame within Rachel, had now become a raging inferno threatening again to overwhelm and consume her. Her body was tired and spent, and she knew she could not last another hour before the fever within her engulfed her again. Maintaining a firm grip on her torso, the Lizard bent its long neck towards her sperm covered vagina and extended its long, thin, forked tongue once again. The tongue made a bee-line for Rachel’s distended clitoris and wrapped itself once again in a close embrace around the tender nub. Rachel cried out in despair as she recognized what it was doing. As its tail and penis penetrated her again and again, stimulating the walls of her vagina and anus, its forked tongue lashed repeatedly at her clitoris, teasing it mercilessly to full erection as the tiny nub filled again with blood. Unable to control the raging torrents within, Rachel gave-in to the delicious, familiar warmth that again engulfed her. The Lizard increased the tempo as it detected increased wetness in her vagina, signaling Rachel’s arousal. And then it happened again for what seemed like countless times this evening, her tormentor was able to conquer her will, coaxing her resisting, exhausted body to achieve sexual climax. But while her previous orgasms were achieved under clitoral simulation, the intensity and length of her latest rapture was magnified by the Lizard’s simultaneous assault on her vagina, anus and clitoris. Unable to contain the extended inhuman copulation, Rachel’s body was wracked in painful contortions as the intense waves of pleasure radiated from her loins and quickly cascaded over the rest of her, sending every muscle in her body into convulsive spasms. Rachel’s back arched off the table, thrusting her erect nipples outward and upwards in reckless abandonment as her eyes rolled back into her head. So intense was the pleasure it seemed almost painful. Unable to endure and contain the rapture, her face contorted with mouth open in a silent passionate scream as her feverish body was totally consumed by the fire from within. The Lizard timed the moment to perfection as it gave a final thrust of its penis into Rachel, grunting as it felt the intimate embrace of her vagina walls milking its organ. In its final moments, it released strong jets of sperm, adding to the already copious amounts of ape and slug semen deposited in Rachel’s vagina by Igor and the Ape. Intoxicated with pain and pleasure, she hardly noticed it as the Lizard emptied its semen into her, shooting jet after jet of liquid semen in a never ending stream into her. After what seemed an eternity, it finally emptied its contents and withdrew its member with a wet plop from Rachel’s cum soaked vagina. Excess semen was leaking liberally from the puckered lips of her tortured hole as it quivered from the final throes of the final orgasm. But Rachel had long since lost consciousness. The last orgasm had been so intense that it had simply overwhelmed her senses, sending her into a state of shock and blissful oblivion. It was just as well for her as the Fly eagerly took up its mating position over her unconscious inert form. Unlike the others, it did not require a conscious host. Chapter 7; Birth of a New Species. Moriarty clapped his hands in glee as the video camera continued to record the macabre hellish scene below. The CCTV now showed the Fly hoisting Rachel’s unconscious body and carrying her back into its dark reclusive cell. Madame Tussard would pay a king’s ransom for this take he thought as casually pushed another button which switched the view to the dark gruesome interior of the Fly’s cell. The Fly

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would probably cocoon her and take its turn with her in a slow, lingering ritualistic courtship which may last several days. And of cause after that Moriarty would also eagerly wait for Rachel to bear the fruits of her labour, with much anticipation. By then, she would have mated with all of his creations, and he was certain that at least one (if not more) of his children would prove to be genetically compatible with her human DNA, seeing the birth of a new superior bloodline and species.

COLLEGE ROMP There were a lot of hot girls at my school and I was friends with a lot of them, but I had never been able to turn it into a sexual thing. My first girlfriend in high school, who I was still with my entire freshman year, never let me get past feeling her tits outside her bra, then she dumped me. During the first couple months of my sophomore year I looked at a lot of girls that I wanted to get naked with, and even talked to them and became friends with them, but I didn't know how to make the first move. I was better off than my roommate Henry, though. He thought I was a stud because I spent so much time with these girls. He knew I hadn't even kissed any of them, but since he couldn't even talk to them he was impressed that I at least got friendly hugs from them. Then one night in December we had a winter formal. Of course I went alone because I was always afraid to ask someone to be my date. I was wearing a tux that I'd bought for a formal in high school. After I gave my ticket at the door to the party and got some free chips, the first thing I came to was the craps table. The party was a Las Vegas theme, and they had craps tables, roulette tables, blackjack, poker, and a few slot machines. Everything was tokens and chips, no cash. I walked up to the craps table and saw Megan standing there playing craps. Megan was one of the hot girls that I had thought about alone in my dorm room, and was friendly with, but of course had never kissed or made a move on. She was a freshman so when she first started school and I talked to her, she liked getting attention from someone older, even though I was just one year older. She had a very pretty face, dark brown eyes, dark curly shoulder-length hair, huge tits, bigger than D cups, a surprisingly small waist for someone so busty, and then wide hips and a nice big round ass. She usually wore baggy T-shirts, and so the first time I talked to her I thought she was fat, but occassionally she would wear something more form fitting and then you would realize what a hot body she had. Tonight was one of those nights. She was wearing a green strapless dress that hugged her body, showing her narrow waist and round hips and ass, and pushed her tits up to create some amazing cleavage. She looked amazing. Some freshman boys were standing next to her and sort of staring when she wasn't looking their way, but they weren't talking to her at all. Probably scared. I wasn't scared to talk to a pretty girl, though! Just scared to do anything else. "Hi Megan!" I said as I walked up to her.

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"Hi Malcolm! You look great!" she said with a huge smile, like she'd been bored and was really glad to see me, and she gave me a big hug. I could feel her soft, ample breasts pressing against my chest as squeezed me. It felt really good. She let go. "Play some craps with me, it's fun," she said. "Okay." I put some chips on Pass. We played craps for a while and talked, just about the game and whatnot. I took a look at her cleavage when ever I got the chance. She had pale, soft looking skin. I wished I could see her with that dress off. I wanted to press my face against those huge tits, suck her nipples, put my hand between her legs. I was getting a little bit of a hard on but the craps table was there to hide it. It got cold at one point when someone opened the door and a gust of wind came in. Megan shivered a bit, put her arms around my arm and pushed up against me, her right tit was pressed right against my arm. "Brrrr" she said, and smiled. "Cold, huh?" I said. I was loving that she was rubbing against me but didn't know what to do or say. Then it was her turn to roll the dice so she had to let go. The band started playing and soon after I lost my last chip. "Well, that's the last of my chips" I said, "I think I'll go check out the dance floor." "Okay," she said. I walked over to the room with the dance floor. She was still over by the craps table. I kicked myself. Why didn't I ask her to dance with me? I wanted to go back over but would have felt stupid. So I went to the dance floor alone. I saw a friend named Christine and walked over. Christine was another hot girl I was friends with. She had curly blond hair, blue eyes, a big smile all the time, nice round tits, also large but maybe not as big as Megan's, and I nice body. She was also wearing a form fitting dress, although the neckline was a little higher than Megan's. She was a junior but always seemed sweet and innocent. "Want to dance?" she asked. I said sure. I took her right hand in my left and put my arm around her back. She put her hand on my shoulder and pressed up against me. We started swaying back and forth. I could feel her tits pressing against my chest. It felt so good. Our stomachs were pressed against each other, and my crotch was against her lower stomach. She gave me a big smile, and kind of took a deep breath and let out a sigh. As she inhaled her chest rose, and I was acutely aware of her cleavage, and her breasts pressing against me. I felt a little stirring in my pants. I was nervous about her feeling me get a hard-on - I didn't want her to think I was some kind of pervert. I tried to think about something else. The hard-on went down a little bit. Then Christine put her head on my shoulder. That felt really nice. I started getting a hard-on again. I tried to pull my hips back away from her a little bit. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Can I cut in?" It was Megan. She had a big smile on her face, and her eyes were shining a little bit, like maybe she'd just had a drink of champagne to get up the guts to cut in on me. Christine was a little at a loss, but she let Megan cut in. I took a Megan's hand and put my other hand around her back. "Hi," she said quietly, with a coy smile. We pressed our bodies against each other. I already had a hard-on from dancing with Christine, and now my hard-on was pressing against Megan. I had a moment of panic, and tried to pull my hips back so she wouldn't feel it. But she pushed her lower body against my crotch, and pressed her body against my hardon. It felt so good! I was surprised she wanted to feel my hard-on against her, but glad. I pressed it against her as I held her and we swayed back and forth. My right hand was on her bare back and I stroked her soft skin. I let go of her right hand with my left and but my left hand on her waist and pulled her closer to me. My dick got even harder. She moaned softly and slid one hand down my back and squeezed my ass. I got harder still. I lowered my left hand to her ass, squeezed it, pressed her even closer to me.

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She pulled her upper body back a bit and looked at me. Our lower bodies were still pressed against each other. I don't know what my face looked like, but I felt warm, and all I could think about was the feeling between my legs. With her bent back I could see her gorgeous cleavage, the top of her huge tits pushed over the top her dress. I was starting to breath heavy. I looked up at her face and saw her looking into my eyes. She pressed her upper body against me and put her lips to my neck and kissed it gently. I got goosebumps. I pressed her back to me with my right hand and felt the wonderful feeling of those tits pressing against my chest, and with my left hand squeezed her ass and pressed her against my hard dick. This was the best night of my life! We danced a few more songs, and I had a hard-on the whole time. The second song we started making out while we danced. Finally, Megan suggested we go back to my room. We got to my room and I opened the door with my key. No one was in. I turned on the light and closed the door. Megan and I were still hot from the dancing. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her, my tongue pushed into her mouth, her tongue pushed into mine. She pushed my jacket off, then undid my tie and my cumberbund. My roommates bed is by the door, so I moved us across the room to be next to my bed. She began kissing my neck and unbuttoning my shirt. When she got the shirt unbuttoned, she put her hand under the shirt and rubbed my nipples. This felt so good. She then moved her kissing down from my neck to my chest and began sucking my nipples. I'd never had a girl suck my nipples, and didn't even know that girls did it to guys, but it felt amazing. It sent an electric current directly from my nipple to my crotch, and my dick got even harder. While she sucked my nipple, Megan moved her hand down to my crotch and started rubbing me outside my pants. "Oh god," I moaned. She rubbed and rubbed and I got harder and harder. I was in a haze of lust from what she was doing to me, but I came to my senses enough to realized that I should be getting her clothes off. I reached behind her and found the zipper in the back of her dress and pulled it down. She stopped rubbing my crotch long enough to pull her dress off. She was wearing a black strapless bra and black thong that accentuated her white skin. "Oh my god, oh man," I said under my breath because she was so fucking hot. I started massaging her tits over her bra and we kissed hard. Her hands went to my pants - she unhooked the top of my pants and unzipped them. Then she slid her hand under my boxers and put her fingers around my dick. This was the first time a girl had ever touched my dick. I couldn't believe how good it felt. She began stroking it up and down. We kissed and kissed and I squeezed and massaged her tits but my mind was mostly on the feeling in my pants. She started pulling harder and harding on my dick and the feeling was unbelievable. Then she kneeled down pulled down my pants. I looked down - here was the unbelievable hot girl, practically naked, huge tits, with her beautiful face right in front of my dick, which was hard a rock and sticking up inches from her face. I couldn't believe it. Then things got even better. She started licking my dick. Her hands were holding my buttcheeks. She rubbed both lips up and down my dick. Then she her mouth over my dick. "Oh god, oh god" I moaned. She pushed forward and took more of my dick in her mouth, then pulled back. She began pumping my dick in and out of her mouth, her hands grabbing my ass for better control. I was breathing so heavy, the blood was swelling my dick to make it bigger than ever. Megan groaned. She was really enjoying sucking my dick! I couldn't believe it. The more she groaned, the hotter I got. Suddenly I felt out of control of my own body. Electricity shot through my legs. I started thrusting my hips towards her mouth in rhythym with her sucking. I felt a storm gather in my balls and suddenly it erupted out my dick. "Oh god!" I screamed - it burned but it felt so good as it shot out. Megan was still moaning and groaning as she continued to suck, and suck as I shot several spurts into her mouth.

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Finally the orgasm subsided. She let my dick slide out of her mouth, looked up at me and smiled. I felt like I was going to pass out but I smiled back. She then untied my shoes, one at a time, and removed them from my feet, then lifted my foot one at a time to remove my pants. By this point I was already recovered from my first orgasm. She stood up and kissed me, and her hand began fondling my dick. I was already getting hard again. This girl was so hot! I massaged her tits again over the bra, then reached behind to undo her bra. As it came off, her tits were exposed and they were gorgeous, huge, round with pink nipples. I began rubbing her tits with my hands and the nipples got hard. She began breathing heavier and faster, and her tits rose and fell with each breath. I bent forward and began kissing her tits, first the right, then the left. It felt good to feel her hard nipple between my lips when I kissed them. Then I took her right nipple in my mouth and sucked on it. She groaned. While I sucked on one nipple I rubbed and squeezed the other nipple gently with my fingers. She groaned some more, pressed my head against her tits with hands, and breathed fast and heavy. I sucked on one tit, then the other, and the more she got turned on, the more I got turned on. My heart was pounding and my temperature was rising. Her knees seemed to buckle and she sat back on the bed. I pushed her back to lie on her back and lay down next to her and continued to suck on her nipple while massaging the other tit with my hand. Then my hand slowly slid down her stomach, over her underwear, and rubbed her crotch gently. She moaned again, and tossed her head to the side. I rubbed her crotch over and over while sucking on her nipple. "Oh god" she cried, tossing her head back and forth. This continued for a while, and then I moved my hand up and slid it under her underwear, through her pubic hair and touched her moist pussy. "Oh god YES!" she gasped. I rubbed the outside of her pussy, the first time I'd ever touched a girl's pussy. It was wetter than I'd ever expected. I couldn't hold back any more, and I slipped my middle finger inside her pussy. "Yes Malcolm yes, don't stop" she said. I pushed her finger in and out of her pussy. I kept sucking on her nipple, and kissing all over her tits. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter, and she was thrusting her hips upward in time to my thrusting. We went faster, faster, until finally she screamed "Oh GOD YES! YES! OHHH!!!!" She grabbed my head by the hair and pulled me up to give me a hard kiss, and with her other hand she was holding my hand to her crotch, pressing it there. Then she reached over and grabbed my dick. I was hard as a rock again. She pushed me back so I was lying on my back lengthwise on the bed, then stook over, with one leg on either side of my hips. I looked up at her firm, shapely legs, her black thong underwear over round hips, her firm, stomach, her huge round tits. She hooked her thumbs over her underwear and slowly slid them down her legs, revealing her pussy, covered with a small patch of brown hair. She removed the thong and sat on my thighs. She grabbed my hard dick, and pressed it against her pussy, then dry humped me for a while. I could feel her wet pussy against the bottom of my dick. I reached forward and massaged her tits with my hands. Finally she sat up a little and positioned my dick below her pussy. She sat down a little bit at a time, and I felt the wet warmth cover first the head, then a little more then a little more. I was in heaven. I couldn't believe how good it felt. Finally I was all the way in. She closed her eyes, "Oh yeah," she said, and began rocking back and forth. I felt her tits, and looked down and watched with amazement as my dick slid in and out of her pussy. I got harder and harder. Then all of a sudden the door opened, and Henry walked into the room. I heard the noise and looked over and almost had a heart attack. "Hey Malcolm, how'd you like the party," Henry said - he didn't see us at first because he was closing the door and taking off his jacket. Then he looked over at my bed and saw Megan naked sitting on my crotch. "Oh shit, you guys, sorry," he said and covered his eyes. I was still in panic mode and couldn't say anything. "That's all right, Henry," Megan said. "Why don't you come over here for a second." Henry walked over, still with his eyes covered so all he could see was the wall. "Come a little closer," Megan said. Henry stepped forward so that he was standing right next to Megan. Megan reached over and unzipped his pants, and took out his dick. As she held it in his hand it began to get hard. She looked down at me and smiled, then began to restart her rocking motion, pushing herself back and forward, so that my dick slid in and out of her pussy. Then, without stopping this motion with her hips, she put her hand on Henry's ass, pulled him toward her and put his dick in her mouth.

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"Holy shit!" Henry said. He stopped covering his eyes and looked down to see Megan sucking on his dick. She moaned. "Oh fuck yeah!" Henry said. Megan stopped long enough to pull Henry's pants and underwear down, then grabbed his ass with her hand and started sucking his dick again, opening her mouth and taking in as much as she could. Henry looked over at me. "God this feels so fucking good!" he said. "I know!" I replied. "She's fucking hot, isn't she?" "Goddamn, she is fucking hot! And she's sucking my dick!" Megan moaned louder, began pumping harder and faster on my dick and sucking faster and harder on Henry's. Now we were too much in heat to do any more talking. "Oh god, oh god," I gasped as she rode my dick harder and faster, and I was pushing my hips up in time, trying to get as deep into her hot, tight pussy as I could. With my right hand I grabbed her tit and rubbed it and pinched her nipple. Henry had his hand on her other tit, squeezing it and rubbing it hard as she sucked his dick in and out of her mouth. Henry came first. He let go of her tit and grabbed her hair. "OH GOD! OH YEAH! OH FUCK YEAH!" he yelled with his eyes squeezed tight, his hips pushing in toward Megan's head. Megan swallowed and swallowed and made muffled screaming noises into his dick as she slapped down harder on to my dick, then she was cumming. I could feel her pussy tightening onto my dick as she slammed into me. I felt that storm return to crotch "OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!..." and then I exploded "OH YEAH! OH YEAH!" I said as I pressed my hips up off the bed to plunge as deep as I could into her. Megan let Henry's dick slide out of her mouth and she smiled. "I think I'm ready for a new position now." Henry and I looked at each other. We were both pretty psyched but didn't know what to do next. Megan got off of me and lay down on her back with her butt on the edge of the bed. She spread her legs and began rubbing herself. "Henry, do you have any more in you?" Henry was already hard again. He ripped off his shirt, stepped out of his pants and kicked off his shoes, then placed himself between her legs. He slowly slid his dick into her, and when he was in he closed his eyes and sighed, "Oh man that feels good." "Come on baby, start giving it to me," Megan said, and Henry began thrusting in and out, with his hands on her hips. Soon Megan was breathing heavy again, her beautiful tits rising and falling. Her face started getting flush. She looked over at me. "Come here baby, put your dick in my mouth." I walked over to her. She turned her head to the side and opened my mouth, and I slid my dick in, then slowly pumped it in and out. She moaned. Then I heard a noise from the door. I couldn't believe it, it opened again. I heard a woman's voice, slightly slurred. "Malcolm, I can't believe you ditched me on the dance floor." It was Christine. She was a bit drunk and came halfway into the room before she realized that there were three naked people in the room. "Oh my god, what are you guys doing?" she cried. She walked over and hit me in the shoulder. The evening's events had already turned me into a ladies' man. I grabbed Christine, pulled her to me and kissed her on the mouth. I could taste champagne on her breath. She made a show of struggling for a while but stopped - at first passively let me kiss her, then put her arms around my shoulders and kissed me back. Henry had never stopped pumping away, and Megan was still sucking on my dick - my hips were pointing toward the bed and I was twisted around to kiss Christine. I was already highly aroused, and Christine was getting more and more excited, sucking my lips, sucking my tongue, letting my suck her lips and tongue. I reached down and grabbed her ass. Henry was grunting away as he pounded into Megan, and Megan was moaning. Their sounds turned us on as Christine and I were moaning and gasping. I reached behind her dress and pulled the zipper down, then pulled her dress down to expose her bra, then removed her bra. I squeezed her tits for a while as I kissed her, then leaned down and sucked on her tits. It was tough to keep my dick high up enough to be sucked and to bend down and suck Christine's tits, but I managed to do it. Christine rubbed my head and my shoulder as I sucked on her tits, then pulled her dress all the way off of her and slipped my hand under her underwear between her legs and began rubbing her pussy, first her clit, then down to her lips and inserted my finger. "OHH!!" she gasped. I

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thrust my finger in and out of her pussy. The position was getting too difficult so I straightened out and kissed her on the mouth again, still fingering her pussy, still having my dick get sucked. Christine reached down for my dick. First she rubbed my balls gently, then she reached up to grab my dick. Megan was still sucking on it, so she hit Megan's face. Megan back off and just sucked the head so Christine could stroke up and down the shaft. This feeling was amazing, one girl stroking my shaft, another girl sucking on the head of my dick, while I was kissing a hot chick and had my finger up her slippery hot pussy, listening to my roommate bang away on another hot chick, with everyone moaning and groaning and saying, "Oh god!" and "Oh yeah!" I knew it couldn't last forever. Megan started to cum first this time. She got more and more flushed, and moaned louder and louder, bucked her hips more and more violently against Henry, and sucked harder ann harder on my dick's head. Listening to her got Christine hotter, and she started stroking faster and harder on my dick, while pressing her body against mine and writhing her around as my finger slid in and out of her pressing upward to create more pressure. Feeling the moaning on the end of my dick and the stronger and faster stroking I felt that familiar gathering in my loins. Henry, with Megan going wild on his crotch, got more and more excited and you could hear a loud slapping noise as he rammed into her. It's hard to say who actually came first but whoever did set off a chain reaction. Henry yelled out and gave one last deep thrust. Megan screamed, letting my dick fall out of her mouth. I groaned as I shot my third wad of the night, this time all over Megan's face and chest. And Christine gasped as she came to my fingering. Christine and I stopped kissing briefly while we came, then started kissing again. The fact that I had these two gorgeous women in my room, naked, doing stuff, was such a turn on that I didn't want it ever to stop. I had always had fantasies about what a blonde girl's pussy would look like and here was my chance. I began going down slowly, first kissing Christine's neck, then her tits, then her stomach. When I got to the top of her underwear I pulled them down to expose her nice blonde bush, as blonde as the hair on her head. Through the blond hair I could see her crack and the pink lips of her pussy. I kissed down into her bush, down the crack, and nuzzled my face into her pussy. She spread her legs to give me better access. "Hey!" Megan said, "I gave everybody else oral sex, how about someone giving me some?" "I'd love to, but there's all that sperm in there," Henry said. Megan huffed a bit, got up off the bed and went to the bathroom to clean herself up a bit. I pushed Christine down on the bed and spread her legs wider. I kissed her clit gently, then stuck my tongue out and started licking it. She moaned, her eyes closed, and writhed around a bit. I took her clit in my mouth and sucked it into my mouth. Christine groaned louder. Henry went over to her side and began massaging her breast. At first Christine's eyes flashed open and she flinched at a second person touching her at the same time. I lowered my mouth onto her pussy and slipped my tongue inside. Christine moaned even louder, and writhed around some more - the pleasure overwhelmed any second guesses she might have had. Henry continued rubbing her breasts, then began sucking on one of the nipples. Christine moaned louder and arched her back to press her tits harder into his mouth. I sucked harder and harder on her clit while Henry sucked on her nipples until Christine came again with a threaty, "Oh yeah!" Now Henry and I were all steamed up again. I flipped Lisa over onto her hands and knees and got behind her. I reached down with my hand and felt her pussy. It was still slippery wet. She moaned as I caressed her with my finger, then I slipped my dick in. She gasped. I looked down at her nice round ass, with my dick in her pussy, and I felt another surge of lust. I began slowly pounding into her. I'd come three times already that night, and I didn't have any worries about coming to soon this time. This time I'd last for as long as I wanted to.

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Henry watched for a while, then asked - "Do you think this one will be willing to give me a blow job too?" I shrugged my shoulders. I had no idea. He lay down on the bed in front of her and put his legs between her arms, which were braced to hold her up. She had her dead down as I was pounding into her from behind, so he couldn't see what her reaction was. He slid down under her, until his crotch was positioned below her head. By this point his dick was at full alert. "Oh god, oh god," Christine was moaning. She seemed oblivious - her eyes must have been closed - to the fact that Henry was positioned right under her, in fact her blonde curly hair was touching his hips. Henry put his hand on the back of her head and gently pressed her down toward his crotch. She then realized what was going on. Lucky for Henry she was willing. She put her mouth on his dick, then braced herself on her elbows to get a better position, and began sucking on Henry's dick like it was a frozen popsicle. "Oh yeah," Henry said, rubbing his hand through her hair. From my position, I slipped one hand below my dick and rubbed her clit while I continued to thrust into her. She groaned louder and slid her mouth further over Henry's dick. Megan came back in the room. "Okay, I'm ready to get eaten out!" She walked over the bed and straddled Henry's head, then lowered herself onto his face. She was on the end of the bed next to the wall, so she was able to hold onto the wall to stead herself. Henry started sucking away. The view I was getting was incredibly hot, and I was getting more and more excited. I had this beautiful ass right in front of me, and I was grabbing onto the cheeks for grip as I pounded away into her. Christine was working away at Henry's dick (but I couldn't see the actual dick from my angle, which is a good thing because it might have been a turnoff distraction). Beyond that I could watch Henry eating out Megan who was facing away from me. Her ass looked amazing, her back was arched so I could see her pussy as it buried itself in Henry's mouth. And the whole time Christine and Megan were moaning and groaning. Any sounds Henry might have been making were muffled. I had already come 3 times, and Henry had already come twice and was laying on his back, so we were both able to hold out for a long time. The girls both came, and then came again. They got wilder and wilder after each orgasm. Christine was now rocking back and forth violently, shoving her pussy onto my dick - I could just stand there and withstand her pounding. She was also pumping away violently on Henry's dick, desperate to get a reaction. Christine was grinding against Henry's face, her arms spread out and her face pressed against the wall. "OH! OH! OH YEAH!" they screamed out. They were working up to a third orgasm (for that position). Suddenly I began to feel a gathering in my loins. I knew I was going to come again. Instead of standing steady I began pounding harder than ever into Christine's pussy, SLAP SLAP SLAP! Christine got more turned on than ever and sucked desperately at Henry's dick - now she was just sucking on the head and pumping away on the shaft with her hand. Henry began writhing around, thrusting his hips upward toward Christine's mouth. As he moaned away, Christine pressed her pussy harder against his mouth. Finally Christine screamed. I could feel her pussy squeezing on my dick as she orgasmed and I couldn't handle it any more - I gave a few more pounds and then I exploded. Henry's hand pressed Christine's head back down and she took his dick in just as he came. At the same time Megan came, she came for a long time, the whole time grinding her pussy into Henry's face. That's all I remember. I must have past out soon after. The next morning I woke up, and saw the two gorgeous babes in my bed with cum-stained sheets. Henry opened his eyes, looked at them, and looked over at me. He held up his hand - I gave him a high five.

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WALMART Jeanne was an attractive young woman, with all the right curves. She had a med. chest and large hips, long wavy black hair, and dark, dark tantalizing eyes! Though she was a goddess of beauty, she only worked in Wal-Mart. Lots of isles, lots of people. There was one section of kids toys, and this section was a maze. It had little dead ends (not to the kids!) and lots of small dark corners... One day, the store was near closing, Jeanne was sent to find any lost kids in the maze. So, she wandered the maze alone, turning corners, peeking around walls. Calling out softly, Jeanne didn't hear any distressed kids. But as she turned around to go back, a hand darted out of a dark corner. She was on the floor, arms and legs bound together, a length of cloth tied around her eyes, and a ball gag shoved into her mouth. She sat silently, waiting, straining to catch any sound. "Why hello, Jeanne... Finally i get to meet you." said a voice that chimed on a memory cord. "I've been watching you lately, Jeanne, and find that you are the only one ever to come in here to check for children....Well my dear, I had the decency to come in and help!" She heard him move towards her. He pulled off her blindfold, she stared unseeing into the dark. A hand groped her breasts...She went cold with fear, she knew what would happen now. Her work shirt was slowly unbuttoned with one hand, while another slide between her legs, feeling her crotch through her pants. She shuddered, she was scared witless cause she knew she was helpless too whatever he wanted to do to her, but also, she was deeply turned on... The shirt was off, and hands pulled at her bra. With a soft POP her breasts fell from their containment. A breath was taken in sharply. Slowly, all the lights turned off.. It was Easter weekend, the store ALWAYS closed for Easter weekend! She was stuck in here for four days with this wacko! And she didn't have any family or friends here, she had just moved in! All her family was in California!!!! She sobbed silently, twitching when the hands pinched her dark pink nipples. "Oh god, you are so beautiful." His breath was coming hard now. She heard a zzziiiipppppp sound, and she felt the gag being taken out. She sucked in the air through her mouth, breathing freely once more. Then, when she thought the gag was being put back in, a cock popped into her mouth! Her mouth dropped open, and the cock fell out. "Hey you bitch, suck me or else." she heard the hammer of a gun being pulled into place. She licked her lips and engulfed the cock the second time it was laid on her tongue. She sucked hard, rubbing her tongue down the shaft. He was pumping harder now, her hair was being tossed too and fro with the momentum. He fucked her face for what seemed like an eternity. He grabbed a big lock of hair and pulled, his breathing came in gulps and gasps. Cum flooded into her mouth, going down her throat, making her cough, and gag. She spat some out, but started swallowing it immediately when something cold and metal was pressed to her breast. Her pants were almost torn from her body, along with her panties, she had to quickly lift her ass to be spared some serious tile burn. When she was out of her pants and panties she sat with her legs clamped tightly together, on the cold tile floor. The gun was pressed to her crotch, and she automatically opened her legs. He shoved the barrel of what she thought was a pistol, into her pussy. She gasped at how cold it was. It was long too! Then she knew, it was a shotgun! She had a fucking loaded shotgun stuck up her fucking pussy!!! She gasped and pulled back, a light came on, the man had lit one of the lamps from 25% off isle... He wore a mask, but the mask didn't hide his eyes, or mouth. The eyes were squinted in anger. "listen you bitch, your mine for the next four days! so you better behave! or mister shotty here with blow your fucking clit from here to isle 16!!! She immediately stilled her squirming. He hoisted her and her now wet pussy up onto his shoulders. He carried her too the furniture section. He dumped her on the couch...He looked at her for a moment, then pulled a length of rope from his packsack. He tied her spread eagle to a coffee table. He grinned, "don't go anywhere" he cautioned, laughing as he walked away. He snuck to the outer part of the store, and broke into the sex shop next door. He loaded up with giant dongs, vibrators, strap ons, and all sorts.

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He trotted back to her. He strapped the strap on to her crotch, the huge cock sticking into the air. He grinned and pulled off his clothes. He eased himself onto the cock, slowly riding it up and down. What he hadn't noticed was that there was a smaller cock inside the strap. Now a big cock was buried into Jeanne's pussy, and was being pumped in and out of her. She started pumping the cock, all the while, fucking this guy who had just fucked her with a shotgun. He came onto her legs and feet, while she came also, the cum pooring into her own asscrack. He was surprised when he took off the strap and saw the cum pooling around the base of the little rubber cock, He walked away, rubbing his asshole. He came back with a gyhumongous (Jie-hue-mong-ous) vibrator. He grinned at her. He walked forward and posistioned so his cock was in her mouth, while he pushed the cock into her well lubricated pussy. He shoved more, when it stopped at only 3 inches, "cmon bitch, that cannot be the only amount you can take!" He got off her and walked around. He grinned and punched the base of the cock. It jammed another 6 inches into her pussy. Jeanne moaned loudly. He punched it again, but only got 3 more inches. He looked it over, a girl with 12 inches of cock inside her, spread eagle on the coffee table. He grinned and whooped as he kicked the cock, it buried over 5 more inches into her over stuffed pussy. Now she screamed in pain. He stopped grinning. He slid the cock out two or three inches. Her breathing was coming in harsh gasps as she neared a climax. He pumped the cock over and over, and she must have cum 6 times. "Ok bitch. now its my turn!" Her eyes trained on his overly fat cock, with a huge head on it. The girth was amazing, while the length was just under 12 inches. He took position. He thrust into the gaping cavern of pleasure. He thrust again, and again! He went on like this for over five minutes. But just before he came, he pulled out, gripped the base of his cock, and lubed up her asshole. With one quick thrust he was back inside, But this time a little further south. She clenched her teeht against the pain because the pleasure was so intense. After another 30 seconds, he came long and hard into her abused hole. He lay on the couch, and fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up, Jeanne was asleep on the table. He quickly untied her and gathered her into his arms. He brought her to a mattress section, and dropped her onto the bed. "Oh!" She woke with a start. "Pplease, don't kill me, ill do whatever you want!" she cried as he checked his shotgun. "Oh shutup bitch, I'm not going to kill you." he snarled. He tied her hands behind her back and walked away, she saw him pull out a radio. "Hey...ya, she's here....Mmmhmm...Yup, she's ready.. Oh shut up man, are you coming or what? Ok...Yea, bring they guys too...Ok...See Ya in a bit dude." he clicked off the radio. "That was my buddy...He's going to bring some friends along in a bit." He grinned at her, "we have to make you pretty...." He got a shopping cart and threw a blanket in it, he then untied Jeanne and tossed her in the cart. "Lets go shopping bitch!" he shoved the cart and it went wheeling down the isle, bumping into shelves and crates. He pushed the cart to the bra and underwear isle. "Hmmm......Blue seems a nice color.....red, yes, um...black too." he picked out a couple of thongs. "Try these on" she climbed out of the cart, and took the thongs from him. She turned away and started to undress.. "Hey hey hey! Turn to me bitch." she felt the shotgun press up against her back. She turned to him, and undressed quickly, looking at the floor. He turned on his radio. "You here?" a crackling of the radio was heard. "Ok....Back door, five minutes..." he turned it off again. "Quickly cunt, change!" She slipped on the red thong, he walked behind her and tugged sharply on the ass material. "ow!" she cried. SMACK! tears flooded her eyes. "If you want to survive this, don't complain cunt" he warned. She nodded meekly and took the offered bra from him. She clipped the red bra on, noting that the cups were too small, so the tops of her breasts jiggled over the cups. By instinct she turned in a circle, bopping slightly. To her surprise he laughed out loud. "That's the way baby!" he gathered her up and kissed her hard, stroking her cunt through her thong. With one quick movement he pulled her elbows back, making her breasts stand out, and he tied her elbows together. "Perfect.." he muttered, and walked her to the back door of the store. He knocked twice, and a quick sharp rap on the outside of the door told him his buddies were here. "She ready?" asked a deep gravely voice. "Ya, come on in man" the door opened more and four immense men strode in. They all wore masks that covered everything but their mouths and eyes. "Oh man...nice pick..." complimented the largest one. "Thanks thanks..." One of the men stepped forward, and squeezed her breast. "firm, goddamn man! Where did you pick this ripe cunt from?" "Right here dumbass, I wouldn't be here otherwise.." The man

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muttered something and turned back to Jeanne. "You ready to be used like the cunt you are?" he asked. Jeanne stood still, looking into the mans eyes. "Yes" she answered stonily. "Ok, lets establish some names for you to cry out shall we?" offered the another. "Sure, good idea man" said her first kidnapper. "Ok, my name will be....Bob" said her first kidnapper. "Shotty George!" called another. "Mack will be mine." said the largest. "Freddy here" said one from the shadows. "Tank is mine" said the last. They all laughed. "So Mack, you want her first?" asked Bob, "Ya sure man" he answered. He grabbed Jeanne's arms and turned her, he roughly shoved her to the floor. "Naw man, away from the door." protested Tank. They all nodded, and Mack dragged Jeanne to the beds. Again she was shoved to her knees. Mack moved behind her and ripped the thong off. He stroked her asshole and pussy, rubbing her clit. "Have you fucked her ass yet Bob?" "Ya, but you know how small my dick is compared to you..." They all laughed again. "Oh no, if Bob's was considered small, what was Mack's like???" wondered Jeanne. Something that felt like a huge Russian sausage pressed against her asshole. "Hmmm, get me the lube Freddy.." murmured Mack. Something cold was smeared all over her hole. She gasped. Mack put pressure onto his cock, and the head slipped inside. "Oh god, its too big!" cried Jeanne before she could stop herself. They were all silent, and Mack pulled away. "Didn't you tell this cunt NOT to complain???" yelled Mack. "I-I did! Mack I swear! She's just a stupid cunt! I told her---" A sickening crack came from behind her. "Shit Mack, he said he told her." murmured Freddy. "Ya, I know, one of you can have your way with this fag, then he can join us again..." he said. Bob was thrown to his knees beside Jeanne. "You dirty cunt, what did I tell you??" he hissed. She glanced at him and to her horror saw that his eye wasn't visible behind the swollen flesh of his cheek. Cold lube was put into Bob's hole. Mack again put pressure onto his cock, but Jeanne's lube had dried. "Here Mack, I'll relube her for you." Offered Freddy. "No no....This stupid cunt will suffer for what she made us do to Bob.." Her dry hole wouldn't open for Mack, but he just put more pressure onto his cock. "Tank, take Bob.." whispered Freddy. "What? No! I couldn't take Bob!" he protested, Mack stopped and glared at him. "Oh...Ok Mack." sighed Tank. Tank's cock pressed against Bob's hole. "I'll go slow Bob." said Tank. Freddy kicked Tanks ass and made his cock thrust fully into Bob's hole. Bob screamed out. Tank just moaned in intense pleasure. "Freddy...oohhhh, Freddy you ffffffucking iiiiiiidiot---oohhh...." moaned Tank as he began to pump Bob's hole. Bob writhed in pain and pleasure. Mack popped his cock into Jeanne's hole with a sharp motion and Jeanne fainted from the pain. When she awoke, the guys were all sitting on the bed smoking, while Bob stood to smoke his cigarette. "Oh dont be so mad Bob." said Mack, "Oh right, sorry man. just cause this cunt is stupid I have to get ass raped by this Fag!" He motioned violently at Tank. Freddy quivered with suppressed laughter. "Anyways, get some rest guys, when we fuck her again, it will be an all out fuck fest...

Camping Trip Turns Interesting For Brother, Sister And Spouses

I have always had a passion for camping. Every summer my wife, Becky, and I arrange our schedules so we can enjoy at least one week of camping. There is nothing better than to escape from the fast paced hectic routine Becky as an IRS Revenue Specialist and mine as a small business owner share. On one occasion my Becky and I were visiting my sister; Jacquee and her husband Phil who lived a couple of hours from our home. It was during our visit we mentioned we were going tent camping next weekend

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at a beautiful location in Southern Ohio. Both Jacquee’s and Phil’s eyes lit up, saying, “Wow! That sounds like fun.” Becky, asked them if they would like to join us?” Jacquee looked at Phil, Phil looked at Jacquee, and almost in unison reply said, “Oh Yeah!” Jacquee said, “Phil and I were discussing how we were going to do while Phil has a couple of week off from driving his semi.” After discussing what equipment Becky and I had and what Jacquee and Phil needed we set the time where they would meet us at our home. When Phil and Jacquee arrived Becky was on the phone with her supervisor. He needed her to come into the office to help with a problem concerning a court case she was involved in. Becky explained to her boss that they were leaving shortly on a planned camping trip. Seeing Becky’s eyes roll I knew she would have to go in. Hanging up, Becky said, “I can join you guys tomorrow.” “I will drive down tomorrow afternoon and join you guys for some fun.” Phil, Jacquee and I arrived at the camp site and as each of us knew what to do to get camp set up we went about our chores and in the matter of an hour had the basics of our temporary home set up, that’s when disaster struck. Phil, after setting up the stove and the washstand had been digging into his equipment for his tent, a two-man dome tent that is honestly ancient compared to our cutting edge selferecting six-person dome tent. His muffled swearing alerted us to something bad and when he emerged from the truck we could see that bad was not the word for it, his tent which had not been stored away correctly after their last camping trip, was so mildewed that its seams had rotted to the point that it was little more than scraps of discolored fabric and though the poles were useable the elastic holding them together had also rotted to the point of non-repair. While Phil and I tried to find some way to fix the tent so that I was usable, Jacquee set up my tent. After about an hour Phil and I gave up and the remains of the tent and declared it to be dead and went in the local trash bin. Now it needed to be decided where Phil and Jacquee would sleep. It was immediately obvious that a new tent could not be gotten as the nearest camping store was miles away down country roads that no sane person would take in the dark. So, in the spirit of cooperation I volunteered to let them sleep in my tent. So that night after a quick dinner of hamburgers and hot dogs we settled down to sleep. Just as we were all about to enter into a nice, peaceful sleep Phil’s cell phone and pager woke us with a start. It was Phil’s supervisor informing him he needed to come in and drive government contract rig as the regular driver, Neil, the one usually called in for such a replacement, was at the hospital awaiting the birth of their first child. Phil explained he and his wife were camping with his wife’s brother and wife and that he was on his scheduled vacation; and after some grumbling Phil said he’d come in. After explaining the call to Jacquee, and asking if she wanted to just pack up and go home with him, she said, “No, just go and do what you gotta do and get back so we could at least have a few days of camping.” She also said, “Becky would be arriving during the day tomorrow and it would give us a chance to catch up on events in our lives.” After packing his truck with items he’s needed Phil left leaving a trail of dust. After staying up awhile after Phil left Jacquee and I discusses what we would do in their absence decided we’d just finish setting up the camp and maybe take a nice relaxing hike after we finished. Together entered the tent to complete our disturbed sleep. Feeling the early morning sun hitting my face and noticing a stir in the tent I squinted my eyes to find Jacquee changing. Not wanting to let her know I was awake I saw Jacquee undressing. It had been years since I had seen Jacquee nude and what I saw brought back some very erotic memories. Jacquee’s breasts were so beautiful the years had indeed been good to her. Feeling a huge hard on coming on I watched her dress into shorts and a shirt, which she tied at waist level. Seeing me move Jacquee, looking down at me, and I know she saw the hard on that was snaking it’s way out of my shorts, smiled and said, “Hey there, looks like I woke you and something else too.” Dressed big brother and I’ll prepare for you one of my famous omelets.”

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After a breakfast, and after completing the camp set up Jacquee and left a note for Becky and Phil, packed a small snack and started down this path. High in the trees, a squirrel chatters and leaps from treetop to treetop. Smells of pine trees, flower blossoms, and the sweet scent of honeysuckle filled our senses. Suddenly, the path opens into our clearing. Taking a single step inside the idyllic setting transported us into another dimension, one where enjoyment and pleasure overshadow anything else. Stopping briefly to explore the area we continued our hike. About a half hour into the hike Jacquee stumbled on a large root protruding from the ground; acting quickly I caught Jacquee before she fell. Acting quickly I caught her by catching her around her chest accidentally grasping her breasts at the same time, accidentally, of course. Jacquee up righted herself adjusting her clothing turned to me and gave me a thank you kiss meant for the cheek but ending up on my lips. Thinking nothing of the incident Jacquee said, “Oops, sorry.” I responded, “Who am I to complain.” “It’s too bad it wasn’t meant for my lips.” Taking my hand, Jacquee pulled me to her and gave me a ‘meant to be on the lips kiss’ and pushed me away gently taking my hand pulling me down the trail. As we continued, Jacquee asks, “Wayne, do you mind if I ask you a question?” I answered by saying, “You may ask me anything you want.” “Well, big brother, remember when we were kids, how we used to, well you know, play around with each other?” Instantaneously experiencing a hard on I said, “Wow! You remember those days?” I continued by saying, “You know sis, those thoughts have never left my thoughts.” “And, to be completely honest with you I know this might sound terrible but I have, on many, many occasions picture you in my thoughts as Becky and I make love.” “ I’m sorry if the answer was not what you were expecting but you asked me.” All I heard from Jacquee was a low “Hummmm, nice thought.” I said, “What did you say.” Jacquee answered by saying, “Oh never mind for now.” And off we went, hand in hand down the trail. After about an hour of casually hiking Jacquee and I came upon the picture perfect swimming hole, the kind you’d see in Mayberry with Opie and his friends casually flopping around. Jacquee, wanting to rest up, selected a nice spot away from the trail, spreading the blanket out over the bed of pine needles we settled down and ate the lunch we had packed, munched on some trail mix and drank bottled water. After we finished we both laid down, Jacquee on her back and I on my right side, propping myself up on my elbow, looked down at Jacquee, her eyes closed, soaking in the sun. M