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RWS-215 The Hidden Camera by Susan Carter


Chapter 1


Excitement, like an invisible electric current, ran through the room. 
The room was big, tastefully decorated in expensively modern furniture, 
and crowded with people. The people gathered were men and women. All 
were smartly dressed and almost all were drinking. The tense murmur of 
voices sounded above the music that was playing on the stereo.

The excitement mounted as the drapes were drawn shut, shutting out the 
moonlit night. The music was turned down low and the voices dropped to 
an anticipating whisper as the guests began arranging the furniture, 
drawing up chairs and couches so that they could sit comfortably and 
have a good view. All of the guests faced toward one end of the room 
where a small stage was set up.

It wasn't much of a stage, being barely big enough to accommodate a 
large bed and raised only a few feet off the floor. Black velvet drapes 
behind it and on the sides acted as backing. Anyone standing on the 
stage would be outlined sharply by the black, depthless velvet. Pencil-
point spotlights suddenly stabbed through the gathering darkness of the 
room. The guests got themselves comfortable and, well fortified with 
drinks, they sat back or shifted restlessly, getting a clear view.

The room darkened and a communal thrill ran through the gathered guests 
for they felt safe---anonymous---in the dark. Unseen, they could behave 
as they wished without anyone objecting.

The excitement and tension in the room mounted higher---it was almost 
something that could be felt and grasped---as the darkness became inky, 
and the only light in the room was on the small stage where spotlights 
stabbed down and the black velvet acted as a frame.

A murmur, almost an applause, ran through the room as a tall slim 
figure entered and sat down front and center, facing the stage. 
Everyone present had either seen or heard about the shows that Hartman 
put on, and everyone knew they were in for a sight that most people 
would give anything to watch. One thing about Fred Hartman's parties: 
they were never dull and always fun! No one ever turned down an 
invitation. Everyone present felt they were privileged to be there and 
they all sat forward, craning to see what was going to happen next, 
eager to see whatever was going to happen on the stage.

The stage! It was raked, tilted, set at an angle so the spectators 
could better see what was going to happen there. The bed was bolted to 
the stage so it wouldn't slide off. The music was low and soft and 
suggestive, as the audience waited in the darkened living room of Fred 
Hartman; they waited tensely, becoming first quiet, then silent, as the 
music played on.

A quick, almost instantaneous gasp went through the guests as two men 
stepped out on the stage, smiling and squinting out. They were unable 
to see anyone, only a wall of blackness as they stood under the spots. 
The gasp and ensuing babble of voices were almost all female, for the 
two men were stark naked!

And they were muscular. Both were brawny big men with bulging biceps 
and thick forearms. Their names were Ben and Herman. Both men worked 
for Fred Hartman in various positions: as chauffeur, butler, 
bodyguards, aides, etc. They were, in truth, for whatever use Fred 
Hartman wanted of them. They were paid well and carefully selected for 
their positions. And now they were standing on the stage completely 
naked before his gathered guests.

The women in the audience set up a titter of excitement as they looked 
at the size of their penises which were growing erect even as they 
looked. Both men had big thick cocks that were veined and swelling out 
of their foreskins as they stood next to the bed. The reason for their 
sexual excitement was soon obvious.

A noise, a groan of lewd excitement welled up from the audience as an 
innocent, frightened young girl stepped out on the stage and stood 
looking out into the inky blackness with limpid eyes that were 
strangely glazed. It appeared as if the girl had been drugged. Indeed, 
she had! She had smoked a quantity of hashish in another room in order 
to get herself into the mood for what was going to happen. The hashish 
had willingly been supplied by Fred Hartman. In fact, the two men, one 
a blond and the other a red head, both had smoked with the girl. They 
stood looking down at her as they towered over her, grinning cruelly. 
They obviously were going to enjoy defiling her lush young body, and 
they could hardly wait to begin.

A general feeling of obscene permissiveness flooded the room. Guests 
hastily gulped at their drinks and refilled their glasses from bottles 
strategically placed nearby. Groans, moans and exclamations of lewdness 
were heard. Tiny coals glowed in the dark as guests lighted up hashish 
and marijuana cigarettes in order to intensify the feeling of 
wantonness that dominated the room.

Most of the assembled guests had seen pornographic films and 
exhibitions before; the mere fact that an obscene sex show was going to 
take place before their eyes wasn't the singe most important thing.

It was the girl, the girl standing up on the stage.

Sadly, as viewers of erotica know only too well, most of the girls who 
submit to lewd and perverted sex have something missing. Generally, 
they are not attractive, having a plain-Jane face, or a body that 
leaves something to be desired ... or a twisted mind.

But not so with this girl. Fred Hartman had nothing but the best. The 
girl standing on the stage was beautiful. She was standing with her 
body completely covered from the neck down in a purple robe. Her face 
was incredibly lovely, having the fine, delicate features that smacked 
of good breeding. She had a mane of jet black hair that was long and 
crossed over her forehead, giving her a casual, sensuous look. Her nose 
was refined and thin, having just a hint of upsweep on the end. Her 
eyes were a pale intriguing blue and set wide apart and slightly 
tilted. Her mouth was wide and her lips possessed that full lascivious 
softness that was so enticing. Her chin was rounded and firm, and the 
complexion of her skin was healthy and a sensuous soft white.

She moved, standing between the two naked giants and, as she moved, 
another gasp went up from the crowd.

She was naked under the purple robe, splendidly naked, and the 
audience, their heads straining, caught a glimpse of a voluptuously 
full figure in the slit of the robe. The girl was smiling vacantly, her 
wetly parted lips laxly open as she stared off absently with glazed 
eyes.

"Begin Nancy." The words were spoken quietly, from the first row. It 
was Fred Hartman who sat with his legs crossed. He sat casually, a 
cigarette in one hand, a small brandy sniffer in the other. He spoke 
with a bored authority, yet his eyes gleamed dully in the reflected 
light from the stage. Anyone who knew Fred Hartman knew he liked 
staging shows, that he actually enjoyed watching women debase 
themselves. Some said he preferred the shows to actual sex. No one 
dared ask, for Fred Hartman could be a very cruel man once he was 
crossed.

But the girl on the stage! Men leaned forward, taking in her beautiful 
young face and the tantalizing glimpses of her lushly ripened body 
under the purple robe. Men whispered to one another and asked 
themselves the question: where did he get her? She seemed too beautiful 
and refined to be involved in such a situation. If this show was 
anything like the others that Hartman had arranged, she would submit 
herself to all kinds of sexual debasements. Where did he find such a 
beautiful girl to do such lewd acts? She seemed too striking, too well 
bred for such behavior. Men grinned to themselves. Her innocent 
appearance, good breeding, and stunning good looks only added to the 
excitement.

A hush fell over the room as every eye watched the girl standing 
between the two men.

The suggestive robe was slit all the way down the front, from her neck 
to her toes, and the audience got another provocative look at her body 
as her beautifully shaped white hands found their way free and she 
wrapped her fingers around the rapidly swelling shafts of both men's 
cocks. Slowly, she slipped their foreskins back like a sheath or glove 
over a hand.

Both Ben and Herman reacted together, reaching for and abruptly 
whipping the purple robe from the girl.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh."

The half sigh, half groan ran through the room and couples caressed 
each other lewdly as all eyes were glued on the brightly lighted stage 
and the girl who stood before them, completely naked now, her hands 
slowly and rhythmically stroking the cocks held in either hand. Greedy 
eyes took in her incredibly voluptuous figure. Her proudly upthrust 
breasts were two fully formed and rounded melons. They were heavy and 
suggested a firmness all their own, for they quivered softly as she 
moved. Her nipples were pointed and tilted slightly upwards. Her rib 
cage and waist were slender and her hips were full and supple, moving 
as if they were made of warm liquid and giving a promise of lewdly 
fluid action. Her thighs were firm and full and beautifully curved, 
matching her legs which were long and tapered.

Her whole impression was one of voluptuous pleasure and innocence, ripe 
to be defiled. Her stomach was flat and firm, and her mound of Venus 
jutted out temptingly, covered with softly curling pussy hair. Hot, 
half-closed male eyes concentrated on her cunt, on her two softly 
pouting vaginal lips that were so velvety rounded; the shadowy cleft 
between them hinted at all sorts of hot lubricated pleasures.

The girl seemed to sense that all male eyes---and some female---were 
staring at her vagina. She let go of the rigidly erect cock on her 
right and brushed her hair from her eyes. Then, as the audience 
breathed another collective groan, she jutted her swan-like hips 
forward wantonly, lewdly her mouth opening in a seductive smile that 
revealed even white teeth, as her free hand slid down over her belly 
and her fingers played in her pubic hair. She couldn't see her audience 
because of the spotlights and darkness of the room, but she seemed to 
sense their hunger. She smiled lewdly now as two fingers of her right 
hand played lightly over her velvety cuntal lips. Spreading her feet 
apart while thrusting her hips out licentiously, she clenched her 
perfectly formed buttocks tightly together, creating shadowy 
indentations on her ass cheeks. Her fingers slowly spread the pulpy 
lips of her cunt apart, revealing her wetly gleaming excitement. Again, 
a gasp went up and lewd moans came from various parts of the darkened 
room as the spectators looked at the girl's coral-pink cunt glistening 
under the overhead spotlights.

It was too much. So beautiful a girl so depraved and lewd in front of 
them. Several men in the audience had to be physically restrained from 
joining the trio on stage, and one female voice, hoarse with lust, was 
heard to say, "I'd like to fuck her myself!"

The two naked men on the stage began to manhandle the voluptuous young 
girl with a cruel kind of contempt. Herman, the big blond chauffeur, 
seized her wrists and spun her so that everyone might see her nakedly 
rounded buttocks that were unblemished and perfectly twinned. She 
rocked and undulated as Ben, the dark-haired butler and bodyguard, 
reached forward with big rough hands and began massaging her softly 
quivering breasts, which excited the crowd even more.

Her back still to the audience, the men made her bend over, forcing her 
down with their brute masculine strength. As she bent over and spread 
her legs to keep her balance, her buttocks were completely exposed, as 
was her narrow, hair-lined cuntal slit with its swollen vaginal lips. 
Lee men treated the girl roughly, each of them seizing a cheek of her 
ass and spreading it to show her tiny budding anus hidden deep in her 
fleshy crevice.

The audience was beginning to urge the threesome on, whispering 
obscenities as men and women caressed each other lewdly in the dark.

"Fuck her!" was hissed.

"Make her suck!" another breathed.


"Fuck her, fuck her ass," another said hoarsely.

"I'd give a hundred ... no, two ... no, damn it, I'd give anything to 
spend a night with her."

"Fuck her, fuck her silly."

"Quiet." The voice of Fred Hartman cut through the air that was heavy 
with cigarette and marijuana smoke, stopping all the dark-time talk. 
Couples lewdly caressed one another in silence while they looked at the 
stage with predatory eyes.

The abused young girl was suddenly freed by the men, and she whirled 
around on the audience, her voluptuously full breasts dancing as she 
turned. Her beautiful face was animated, and it was obvious she had 
enjoyed being so obscenely displayed in front of everyone and hearing 
their vulgar suggestions.

Her hands wrapped themselves around the rampant shafts of the now fully 
thick cocks, and she began stroking them in a lewd time, pulling the 
skin all the way back until she fully exposed their purplish mushroom 
heads. Both Ben and Herman began fondling and caressing her lushly 
ripened breasts. They got rougher with each passing second, pinching 
her nipples and almost brutally massaging the soft flowing flesh. Their 
hard hands were getting wild and running all over her naked young body, 
and she permitted them to do whatever they liked. In fact, she seemed 
to enjoy it as she closed her eyes. Her eyelids fluttered and a 
pleased, dazed smile was on her wetly parted lips as she stroked their 
iron-hard cocks with both her hands while their fingers roughly probed 
at the sensitive flesh up between her long lithe legs.

Obscenely, she bent one knee and lifted the leg slightly, her weight on 
her bare toes, giving the men a better avenue to her cuntal opening. 
She grimaced half with pain, half with anticipated pleasure as Ben's 
thick forefinger forced its way up into her wetly throbbing pussy. He 
began sawing in and out of the lust-dampened cunt, his finger 
glistening with her lubrication.

Now the room was intently silent. The atmosphere changed from high-
charged sexuality, to a silent, intent lewdness. Everyone watched as 
the girl jutted her hips forward and let her hips begin to pump, ever 
so slightly, in time to the finger sawing in and out of her wetly 
clasping vagina. Her hands were still squeezing the two cocks and 
stroking them in a lewd rhythm, as Herman grabbed her long, coal-black 
hair from behind and pulled her head back. Their open mouths locked 
together in a long lewd kiss. Their wetly hot tongues could be seen 
licking at each other as his big hands pawed and fondled her proud 
naked breasts.

The room seemed to be growing hotter, and everyone pressed closer to 
the stage as they realized what they were seeing: a no-holds-barred 
ravishment of a girl who looked like she belonged on the society page 
or in a Hollywood movie. The combination of her stunning looks and 
obvious sensuality and wantonly wild behavior was too much. Men made 
secret plans to abandon their wives and mates later on in the evening 
in order to get to this pagan girl who was writhing so lewdly in front 
of them.

The scene grew wilder and low animal moans came from the crowd as they 
watched the girl slowly sinking to the stage floor. The finger was 
pulled from the tight little opening up between her legs with a wetly 
plopping sound, as Ben and Herman slowly forced the girl down on her 
knees.

Actually, there was no need to force her. Willingly, slowly, 
tantalizingly, her hips pumping lewdly all the while, she knelt on the 
floor of the stage between the two men, still rhythmically stroking 
their huge cocks. Her eyes half closed, she turned her head and looked 
longingly at Ben's erect, brutally hard penis in front of her face.

The men shuffled in on either side of her, giving her little room. With 
a look of pure bliss on her face, the girl pulled Ben's thickly 
pulsating cock down to her half-open mouth and let her tongue flick out 
and lick its huge swollen head. Then, opening her mouth wide, she 
slowly guided the hot shaft of hard flesh into the warm moist confines 
of her mouth. Her lips closed down around the blunted head and her 
cheeks hollowed and expanded as she began sucking.

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!!" Again, a moan, a ripple of delight went through the 
room. Zippers were opened and male hands found their way up dresses as 
everyone watched the nakedly kneeling girl begin hungrily sucking on 
the penis as her other hand stroked the blond Herman's excited penis. 
Her head bobbed back and forth as she devoured as much of the hard 
flesh as she could. Ben's long pulsating shaft glistened with her 
saliva and shone in the overhead spotlight as the big bodyguard began 
to brutally fuck in and out of her mouth, his powerful hips pumping 
back and forth. With a loud groan, his hands reached down to tangle in 
her long charcoal black hair and hold her head in place as he began to 
jolt her with the force of his inward strokes.

Herman meanwhile contented himself with reaching down and caressing her 
nakedly quivering breasts as she sucked with eyes blissfully closed. 
The room was thick now with cigarette smoke and the pungent, sweetish 
smell of hashish. Couples were openly and lewdly embracing each other. 
The smell of alcohol hung heavy in the air as men were drinking, a 
fever in their flesh as they watched the salaciously exciting spectacle 
up on stage. Clothes were being dropped hastily to the floor with a 
sibilant rustle as almost everyone felt the need to be naked. Yet every 
eye was on the stage and the helpless young girl who was so obscenely 
crouched between the two men.

The girl pulled Ben's wetly glistening cock from her mouth with obvious 
reluctance, her lips clinging until the very last minute then her 
tongue licking its underside lasciviously, before she snapped her head 
around and opened her mouth wide to take in Herman's long hard 
thickness. Her free hand groped behind her for the swollen wet cock her 
lewdly hungering mouth had just abandoned; it was slippery in her hand, 
and she fondled it's heatedly pulsating length as her mouth slid back 
and forth over the hot pole of male flesh with an ecstatic intensity.

The two men were aroused now to a near-violent state, and they crowded 
around her nakedly kneeling body, their hands massaging and roughly 
fondling her tender flesh. They seemed determined to do everything to 
this girl, and they were growing wilder and rougher with each passing 
second. They tried and finally succeeded in getting both of their hotly 
throbbing cocks in her ovalled little mouth at the same time.

They held her head tilted back, holding her brutally by her long hair 
as they stood side by side fucking into her beautiful face. People in 
the audience left their seats to press around the stage in order to see 
this obscene humiliation of the girl. Her head was forced back and her 
mouth was grotesquely opened wide as both massively thickened penises 
were crammed into her mouth. Wildly, insanely, she sucked at both of 
them, her hands cupping their powerful buttocks and pulling them toward 
her. Women panted and men gaped with open mouths at the sight of the 
voluptuous young girl sucking both lust-thickened cocks at once.

Then the men pulled away, pulling their hardened shafts from her 
eagerly sucking mouth and picking her up by her arms to throw her 
brutally on the bed.

The girl lay obscenely sprawled on the tilted bed, her ripe young 
breasts swaying before partially melting into her chest. Her legs were 
side-spread and each member of the audience could dearly see the hair 
fringed edges of her tight little cant and how it glistened with lewd 
excitement in the spotlights. The scene in the room was explosive: 
anything could happen. A sexual heat was gripping everyone---everyone 
except Fred Hartman who sat cool and calm, only his glittering eyes 
giving away his perverted desire. He wanted to see the girl, Nancy 
Dodge, degrade and debase herself completely. He wanted to see her 
humiliated in a way she would never forget.

And he was about to see that happen as his two muscle-men loomed over 
her. Their teeth were tightly gritted in animal lust and their faces 
showed the sadistic thrill they were getting. One of them, the blond 
chauffeur Herman, had started to crawl up on the bed, a low animal 
growl of savagery in his throat.

"No!" The voice of Fred Hartman was quiet and carried a great deal of 
authority behind it. Herman stopped instantly, squinting into the hazy 
smoke and darkness. Fred Hartman spoke with the weary patience of 
someone speaking to a not-too-bright boy. "You've forgotten the oil, 
Herman. You and Ben have forgotten the oil."

The two men exchanged grins, and Herman reached under the bed, coming 
up with a large bottle of clear baby oil. He unscrewed the cap and 
threw it aside, then held the bottle over the full sensuous breasts of 
the Dodge girl who lay so invitingly on the bed. He poured the oil over 
her soft naked mounds with their big bulleted nipples. Nancy, smiling 
lewdly, used her hands to smear the thick, glistening oil all over her 
stomach while a lewdly grinning Ben rubbed it all over her curving 
thighs and buttocks. He devoted considerable attention to the deep 
shadowy crevice between her ass-cheeks and to her widespread cuntal 
furrow.

Nancy Dodge seemed to enjoy caressing herself. She was maddened by lust 
or drugs or a combination of both, and she massaged her oil-sheered 
breasts rhythmically as she tucked her chin in and bent her head as 
both hands tried hard to hold one slippery mound up in place while her 
tongue licked at the nipple.

The audience groaned again as people crowded closer, sweating, intent 
on the lewd girl nakedly writhing on the bed, her body covered with oil 
and glistening in the light.



Chapter 2


Fred Hartman's "parties" were always bizarre and unusual. He was a man 
who gave parties and had no friends. No one who knew him could say they 
knew him well. Even his employees couldn't really say they understood 
or knew him. Immensely wealthy, he traveled a great deal, going to 
strange parts of the world where tourists never dared go. When at home 
on his estate outside of Chicago, he was a recluse until he decided, 
without any apparent reason and without warning, to throw a party.

His parties were the talk of a select crowd of swingers and 
adventurers. Hartman selected his guests the same way he selected his 
girls: carefully. Some of his parties got wild and ... if words got to 
the authorities ... he could be in trouble. Yet ... because they were 
so wild ... people died to have an invitation to his estate. It was 
often said ... and none ever disagreed, "You'll never forget a Fred 
Hartman party."

Why did he do it, why did he give such lascivious parties where girls 
performed and humiliated themselves in front of others? No one could 
give more than an educated guess. Fred himself was an aloof man who 
expertly parried any question he didn't care to answer. Still, the 
questions persisted. And, at this latest party, everyone was gloating 
over the oil-covered, stunning brunette writhing so lewdly on the bed, 
and they were wondering: where did he get her?

She was too stunning, too voluptuously beautiful in every way to be 
some tramp whore he picked up off the streets. Yet, she acted like a 
real slut. She was obviously enjoying her lewdness as she lay nakedly 
spread-eagled on the bed while Herman and Ben obscenely pawed her body, 
sticking their oil-coated fingers up her tight little cunt and fucking 
them savagely in and out.

The girl was virtually out of control as she undulated on the bed like 
some belly dancer gone mad with lust. Herman's and Ben's hands were all 
over her slippery body, and it was obvious that the sensual feel of the 
lubricant was arousing the two big brutal men to the exploding point. 
It was a wild pagan scene to watch in the hot room; both of the naked 
men were beginning to sweat under the spotlights as Herman finally got 
a firm grip on her slippery waist and crouched over her. "Fuck her!" a 
man called hoarsely and the cry was taken up by one and all. "Fuck 
her!"

The vulgarity of the group only served to excite the girl even more. 
Her ripe young body trembled as she spread her legs wide, obscenely 
inviting Herman to do what he wished with her. "Fuck her!" The cry was 
repeated again and again, and the girl shuddered with an unholy desire.

The big chauffeur crashed down on top of her, slipping and sliding off, 
crushing her voluptuously ripened breasts as he did so. His wildly 
throbbing cock was like a freshly cut tree stump as he eagerly moved 
his hips to get it in position. Men and women crouched low around the 
slightly upraised stage in order to get a better look at the fucking. 
They saw Herman's huge pulsating penis slip easily into the girl's 
lubricated cunt with an obscene sucking sound. They gasped and sighed 
as her pink vaginal opening spread wide and her hair-fringed pussy lips 
clutched involuntarily around the thick shaft as it slowly sank out of 
sight up into her tautly rippling belly.

The group was getting out of control now. The drinking and drug taking 
was having its effect. The obscene sight in front of them was too 
exciting to resist. Couples, men and women, were crawling up on the 
tiny stage and hands---male and female---were reaching out to caress 
the Dodge girl's oily body in every lewd way possible. Prying fingers 
wedged themselves between the chauffeur and the girl in order to pinch 
her slippery nipples. Other lewd hands fought to caress her oil 
glistening buttocks.

The pagan obscenely exciting sight was too much for many to bear. With 
loud groans of lewd delight, many couples began caressing one another. 
Women were stripping off their clothes and throwing them anywhere as 
they watched the big blonde Herman and the girl begin to move in savage 
harmony against each other. Herman's big biceps bulged as he held the 
slippery naked girl beneath him and fucked in and out of her wetly 
clasping cunt with all his might. His balls slapped lewdly against her 
upturned buttocks, and the girl's tight little pussy could be seen 
rolling inward with each of his vicious thrusts. Each time he pulled 
out to the tip of his lust-swollen cock-head, the girl's cuntal lips 
could be seen clinging to the thick shaft like a rubber glove pulled 
from a surgeon's hand.

Soon, though, all attention was on the stunning girl with the 
glistening body; she was fucking Herman back with an obscene abandon, 
her hips gyrating and pumping as if they were on ball bearings. She was 
bucking and undulating with a lascivious, totally wild abandon. She 
obviously was giving Herman the fucking of his life as he fought to 
hold onto her slippery body while the hands of a dozen spectators tried 
to caress her. Her mouth was open wide and deep animal moans of lewd 
pleasure were coming from her throat as her head thrashed-abandonedly 
from side to side. A look of depraved ecstasy was in her eyes as she 
stared off into the distant, unfocused, uncaring, as she fucked back 
with all her might.

The heat in the room was intense now and men were removing clothing, 
their faces sweating, their eyes narrow slits as they watched the lewd 
fucking going on in front of them. Tempers and passions were hair-
triggered and the party might have turned into an all-out orgy right at 
that moment if it hadn't been for the voice of Fred Hartman.

He was calm, curiously calm, almost clinical as he quietly said, 
"Everybody get back." Some couples, completely carried away, ignored 
his quiet command. "Back!" His voice cocked through the air and even 
the horniest of the couples knew better than to disobey him. Incurring 
his displeasure meant being banned from his estate and having to deal 
with muscular Ben or Herman. Everyone withdrew from the stage to stare 
longingly at Herman fucking the girl with bloodshot eyes ... bloodshot 
from booze and drugs and pent-up lust!

"We're not through yet." The iron-edge to Hartman's voice promised even 
more exciting things to come. The room was silent except for the wetly 
lewd sounds of Herman's thick cock savagely ramming in and out of the 
girl's hotly quivering cunt.

"Roll over, Nancy." Again, Hartman's voice was quiet and clinical, 
almost as if he were a scientist performing a complicated experiment. 
The girl, lost in her lust, wildly fucking back at Herman, her slim 
waist bucking as her hips lashed up to take all of Herman's big cock, 
didn't seem to hear him. He repeated his order patiently. "Roll over, 
Nancy. Get on top of him. Herman, help her."

The two obeyed like deranged zombies, rolling over while they still 
thrust and counter-thrust against each other's loins. They rolled 
completely over on the bed until Nancy was fully on top of him. She lay 
still for a second with his hotly throbbing cock buried deep in the 
velvety hot confines of her cunt. She rested, taking some of the weight 
with her arms and allowing the nipples of her oiled, ripely swaying 
breasts to brush back and forth over his heaving chest. The look on her 
face was completely depraved as she deliberately teased him by 
clenching and unclenching her cuntal muscles around the virilily 
hardened shaft of his cock. Then slowly, lewdly, she tightened her 
buttocks and rocked back and forth over him, wringing groan after groan 
of wild delight from the big man.

Men looked at her oil glistening buttocks with her twin ass-cheeks 
flexing and unflexing and their eagerly trembling hands reached out to 
caress her. Feeling strange fingers slipping and sliding in me oil, the 
girl, Nancy, slowly spread her legs wide in lewd invitation and raised 
her buttocks high in the air---titillating just her vaginal lips by 
short little thrusts against the thick upstanding cock beneath her.

It was almost as if everyone knew what was coming, for the room was 
hushed. Couples whispered lewdly to one another as everyone withdrew a 
little. Hands were pulled back from the young girl's body in order for 
all to see what was about to happen. An instant kind of obscene 
communication took place as people pushed and wiggled into position to 
see what would happen to her now.

Without being told, all eyes turned to Ben who was crouched by the bed, 
a cruel, wild look on his battered face as he held his angrily 
throbbing cock in one hand and slowly stroked it back and forth. The 
awed spectators realized it was now his turn. One woman in the 
audience, half-naked with a man fondling her excitedly quivering 
breasts, moaned, "Ohhhhh nooooo!" as she suddenly realized what was 
going to happen.

The girl, Nancy, was slowly spreading her oil-sheered legs wide until 
she had to bend her knees. She paused again, a look of ecstatic 
depravity in her eyes, as she exposed her nakedly rounded buttocks to-a 
room full of strangers. Men and women caressed one another with hot 
impatient hands and breathed quickly. Murmurs---low, lewd, intent were 
heard around the room. "Look at that ... would you look at that ... 
just look at her cunt ... wouldn't you like to fuck that ... just look 
at his cock in her cunt ... just look at it!"

Everyone looked with half-closed eyes at Nancy's oiled buttocks as they 
slowly spread lewdly apart, revealing the tightly puckered entrance to 
her anus buried deeply and snugly in the fleshy crevice between her 
ass-cheeks. Her buttocks were undulating, rolling tantalizingly as they 
moved up and down Herman's huge throbbing cock which now was covered in 
her lust-crazed cunt. Each person in the room could see how his lust-
thickened hardness spread the parting lips of her pussy so wide that 
they almost folded back on themselves, revealing the coral-pink inner 
walls of her vagina. Even as they watched, they saw her glistening cunt 
contract tightly around his thick shaft. Nancy was instinctively using 
her vaginal muscles to grasp more and more of his cock as her knees 
slithered slowly forward until they were next to Herman's armpits and 
her quivering ass-cheeks were high in the air, lewdly inviting Ben as 
she ground her cunt fiercely down on the huge pole of hard flesh 
sticking up from the chauffeur's groin.

Ben crawled up on the bed on all fours, slipping between the widespread 
legs of Herman and the girl until he was crouched over her upturned, 
smoothly oiled buttocks.

Nancy was moving as if she were in a dream, her mouth hanging open, her 
eyes glazed with lust. It wasn't until she felt the hotly pulsating 
head of the big bodyguard's cock pressing against her anus that she 
suddenly seemed aware of what was going to happen to her. Until that 
moment, she had been the only person in the room that was unaware of 
what was going to happen. The faces around her were watching, 
mesmerized, open mouthed and stunned by the enormity of what they were 
seeing.

They saw Ben holding his thick jerking cock in one hand, guiding it to 
where it nudged against her tightly clenched little anus.

Nancy's eyes widened and she appeared to focus them as she realized 
what was going to happen to her. She couldn't believe it was happening 
to her! Surely, her expression said, it wasn't happening to her! She 
froze in her obscene position, too frightened to move, her eyes wide, 
her mouth open. Slowly, she managed a smile. It had to be a threat ... 
surely they wouldn't ... they wouldn't do that to her ... her 
expression changed to one of pure panic as she realized they did plan 
to humiliate her that way. Her head snapped around and her wide eyes 
stared blankly at all the dark figures pressed around the stage. She 
could only make out silhouettes as she frantically stared for one face: 
Fred Hartman.

She had to find him, find his shadow and plead with him. She tried to 
move but both Ben and Herman held her securely in place, their hard 
hands slipping slowly over her glistening flesh. "NnnnnnnOOOOooooo!!" 
It was a long lost wail that came out of her throat. The look in her 
refined eyes was desperate. She knew she was helpless and she knew what 
they were going to do to her.

The room was so silent that Nancy's frightened panting seemed like the 
only sound. The voice of Fred Hartman shattered the silence. His voice 
sounded odd; it was higher than normal, and he almost chanted the 
words. "Go on, Ben, fuck her. Fuck her asshole! Shove your cock into 
it!"

The words seemed to hiss and crackle in the air and a low animal moan 
of lewd delight broke out in the room as they looked at the nakedly 
cowering young girl all covered with oil, caught, pinned by both men in 
place with Herman's hotly throbbing penis shoved all the way up her 
cunt. The crowd watched, silent, fondling, caressing one another lewdly 
as Ben used the thumb of his hand trying to spread her slippery ass-
cheeks further apart.

The crowd watched the girl, Nancy, quiver with dread as Ben's hands 
brutally forced open her tightly clenched buttocks, drawing them even 
further apart. Tears suddenly wet her cheeks and the crowd gasped as 
the burly bodyguard used his outstretched middle finger to tease at her 
tiny rectal opening. Sharply then, without warning, Ben rammed his oil-
coated finger into her puckered little hole, driving it in up to the 
first knuckle. The muscles of Nancy's buttocks clenched automatically, 
and her anal passage gripped defensively at his finger like a closing 
fist. The pain she was feeling distorted her face and a low hoarse moan 
came from deep in her. "Pleeeeezzzz, nooooooo!"

Ben's face was a study in brazen sadism. As if to answer her he 
viciously reamed and sawed in and out of her anus, thrusting his finger 
deeper into the warm buttery channel to the palm of his hand, causing 
the helpless young girl to groan painfully, her refined country-club 
features distorted in pain. Without a care, he began fucking in and out 
of her helplessly exposed anus, obscenely stretching the warm: velvety 
passage in preparation of the greater entry that was to follow.

Finally, Nancy closed her eyes and was still, concentrating, trying not 
to think, only wishing it was over with. She was crouched flat on her 
stomach on top of Herman, her legs spread wide, her knees tucked under. 
She was completely defenseless, impaled on Herman's long hard cock that 
was hotly throbbing in her cunt and feeling Ben's thick worming finger 
send stabbing pain through her rectum. Tears stung her eyes and she 
found herself sobbing, begging for mercy.

It was as if she were talking to herself. No one seemed to listen. 
Rather, her pleading and crying only seemed to make the situation all 
the more lewd. With a long moan, a man next to the stage excitedly 
ejaculated all over the hand and arm of a girl who was stroking him.

Ben pulled his finger from the girl's tight little anus with a lewd 
sucking sound and aimed the lust-bloated head of his cock directly at 
the tiny puckered hole of her rectum he had so agonizingly stretched 
and prepared with his reaming finger.

Once more, with difficulty, his hands slipping in the smooth Ben spread 
the squirming young girl's buttocks wide with his fingers, then slowly 
pressed the huge head of his angrily pulsating penis directly at the 
cringing little mouth of her back passage.

The crowd watched Nancy's pain-contorted face, saw her eyes gape as the 
brutally stiffened cock suddenly popped like a cork through her tightly 
resisting sphincter muscle.

"AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHAAAA!!"

Every eye turned to her nakedly upraised buttocks as she froze, 
screaming. Every eye watched the grotesquely stretched orifice give 
more, spreading obscenely, slipping like a glove over me probing tip of 
his thick rampaging cock. Everyone watched as Ben grinned wildly in 
triumph, and thrust his hips heavily downward, burying half of the 
hardened fleshy shaft into the soft velvety channel with one vicious 
thrust of his powerful hips.

Her groans choked back into her throat as, automatically, Nancy fought 
for freedom from the depraved assault, but her every move only served 
to impale her deeper because with each jerk and twist of her tortured 
body, Ben's massively heated cock was sinking that much deeper futilely 
resisting anal passage. Beneath her, a lewdly smirking Herman thrust 
his hips upward, ramming his penis into the deepest confines of her 
pussy, doing his sadistic best to pin her in place.

The room was completely quiet as Ben leaned over the girl's 
defenselessly upthrust buttocks and drove his lust-thickened shaft 
through the last remaining resistance ... going unbelievably deep into 
her tight little rectum, right up to his sperm-bloated balls.

Then, as people held their breath, as Nancy's face was distorted by 
pain, bow Herman and Ben started an almost maniacal fucking in and out 
of me helpless young girl.

"AAAAAGGGGHHHHAAA!!"

The scream cut the air as everyone watched. No one made a move to help 
her as the two men increased the wild rhythm of their fucking. 
"Ooooohhh, God!" Nancy screamed piteously as she felt Herman's hotly 
throbbing cock pistoning deep up into her cunt from below, joining the 
other thick skewering penis sunk so deep in her rectum. She whimpered 
helplessly, both in the throb of pain and also in humiliation, 
sandwiched like a whore between the lewdly grinning chauffeur and 
bodyguard who were fucking her so mercilessly. She could feel 
everything more intensely now as they thrust deeper up into her belly 
from below and from behind with only the thin membrane between rectum 
and cunt separating their lust-hardened shafts.

The scene in the hot, darkened room was growing wilder with couples 
stripped naked. A man sprawled naked in a chair while a young girl 
crouched between his legs and lasciviously sucked his virilily hardened 
cock while he watched Herman fucking up into the wildly writhing pussy 
of Nancy. Another young girl hung over the edge of a stuffed chair, her 
buttocks thrust up, while a middle-aged man guided his thick shaft into 
her vagina from behind. He held the girl by the hips as he slowly began 
fucking in and out of her wetly clasping pussy, but his eyes were 
focused on Nancy up on the stage, in the brightly lighted bed with the 
two burly men.

Both Ben and Herman finally fell into a smooth rhythmic cadence that 
pounded the oil glistening young girl's body between them like a rag 
doll. Men and women were fucking and sucking all over the room as they 
watched their wetly glistening cocks ramming into the girl's wide-
stretched genital openings like high-powered punch drills. People 
sprawled on couches and on the floor as they watched the pink frayed 
edges of her pussy flesh pulling out with Herman's penis on the 
outstroke and disappearing lewdly back inside her cunt as he plunged 
again deep into her quivering little belly. Everyone watched Ben's 
thick hardened cock pulling out of her backside, drawing the tight 
ridges of her tightly clenched anus with it, then wetly ramming back up 
into her until his cum-filled balls were wedged hard up into the softly 
yielding cheeks of her buttocks.

Then, as everyone in the room watched her pain-twisted young face, a 
change gradually began to occur. It was as if the very thought of being 
so brutally fucked by two men at the same time was finally beginning to 
result in some masochistic overtones of pleasure. Couples stopped their 
obscene fucking and sucking to watch what was happening.

A strange look came over the naked girl's face, and a low ecstatic moan 
trembled from her lips Involuntarily, her oil-gleaming buttocks began 
to undulate, and from the pleased expressions on the men's faces, she 
obviously was clenching fist-like with her cuntal and anal muscles at 
the hard, lust-driven rods of flesh pummeling into her.

"Jesus Christ," a man's voice whispered, softly, but everyone in the 
room heard him, "Jesus, she likes it!"

"Likes it?" another male voice retorted, "hell, she loves it! Look at 
the fucking bitch!"

Nancy heard the obscene comments and it intensified the wild sensations 
which were growing inside her belly. Winces of pain on her sweat-
streaked young face were being replaced by rapturous moans. "Oh God, 
fuck it, fuck it, pleeeezzz ..." she grunted thickly to each continuing 
thrust they made into her heatedly quivering cunt and anus. Her 
expression soon became ecstatic, and she obviously enjoyed hearing her 
own lewd implorings. Indeed, the words coming from one so beautiful 
were doubly arousing to the audience as well. Everyone in the room 
wanted to see this elegant girl humiliated even further; both men and 
women wanted to see and hear her beg for it.

Herman and Ben went wild at her words, thrusting into her without 
mercy, yet she fucked them back with the same wildness for every stroke 
they rammed into her, until all three began to moan in strange 
unintelligible cries of endless sexual abandon.

The room was going wild now. People pressed around the small stage, 
crawling up onto it and putting their hands on her oil-coated body 
again. Fingers slipped and slid over her lush young breasts that danced 
and trembled beneath her kneeling body as she bucked and writhed in 
complete abandon. Hands caressed her body wherever they could and Nancy 
threw back her head and moaned. "Aaaaahhh! God, yes! I can feel your 
cocks fucking into me! Split me! Hurt meeee! God, hurt meeee! Oh God, 
keep fucking ... keep fucking ... keep fucking ... keep FUCKING!!" she 
cried out, egging them on now, as the wildly ecstatic sensations of 
lewd pleasure became too much for her and shorted out her reason and 
inhibitions. Hands were all over her nakedly voluptuous body ... on and 
on it went in an insanely rising crescendo ... the hungry fingers 
playing like lecherous insects all over her firm young flesh ... the 
merciless fucking she was receiving in wildly palpitating cunt and 
rectum from above and below ... and suddenly, out of the shadows, there 
was a hotly throbbing cock brushing across her lips ... cocks were all 
around her ... penises were jerking and exploding white hot cum all 
over her oiled body. Her eyes closed in masochistic glee. This was the 
final obscene humiliation as she felt jets of warmly foaming sperm 
shooting all over her as other hands caressed her obscenely.

"Fill me! Now! Oh God fill me now with your cum! Shoot it into me 
together!" she wailed like a lost banshee, as she writhed and undulated 
between the chauffeur and bodyguard like a belly dancer gone mad.

Then the three of them were writhing wildly and shouting obscene pleas 
at each other, and she felt a hot boiling river of sperm shoot deep up 
into her rectum as her own orgasm rippled over her, sending 
unfathomable sensations of feeling jetting through her. The convulsing 
young girl could feel every throbbing pulsation of the madly jerking 
cocks inside her as both of them were now spewing out their white hot 
cum deeply into her rectum and boiling cunt.

She crouched over the chauffeur's powerful body, still thrusting his 
huge cock up into her rejoicing young cunt, and let Ben fill her bowels 
with his hot sperm until it overflowed and ran down between her 
quivering ass cheeks to splash against Herman's balls below. Her face 
twisted in an almost insane convulsion of ecstasy that overwhelmed her 
and made her go limp.

But it was far from over. She was gasping for air and utterly limp as 
Ben pulled painfully out of her sperm-filled anus and fell away. The 
wild hands of a dozen strangers were pulling her off Herman who was 
moaning below her. The room was a scene out of a Roman history book as 
some one held Nancy's still delirious face in his hands. Sadistically, 
a look of triumph on his face, he rammed his heatedly pulsating cock in 
the young girl's relaxed, half-open mouth.

Greedily, her full sensuous lips wrapped around the head, and her 
cheeks hollowed as she sucked on the strange penis. The man held her 
head in place as he began viciously fucking in and out of her mouth 
while Nancy sucked with an all-too-evident hunger. Men pushed one 
another aside to fuck her in her battered young cunt and rectum. Hands 
slid all over her oil-slippery body as they fought to grasp her ... and 
some of the hands belonged to women!

In the middle of all this sat Fred Hartman, smiling slightly, coldly 
watching the complete and utter debasement of a beautiful young girl 
named Nancy Dodge ...



Chapter 3


The sky in the east was streaked with the first tentative light of a 
new day, and Fred Hartman's estate was outlined in cold gray early 
morning light. People, their faces haggard and puffy, straggled to 
their parked cars. Their feet crunched over the gravel as they yawned 
mightily and rubbed their bloodshot eyes.

Two men about to get in a car stopped and nudged one another. They 
watched, their stares impudent, their smiles brazen as they saw Nancy 
Dodge hurry to her car. She walked quickly, her head down, nervously 
fingering her car keys. The men watched her flaring hips undulate and 
they could plainly see her lovely buttocks seductively swaying under 
her dress.

One of the men started to say something but the other one touched his 
arm and shook his head. "Another time. You had enough."

"Yeah, but I want her name."

"Another time. I'm beat. Another time. There'll be another time."

The first man grinned and slumped down into the car, still watching 
Nancy as she hurried to her car. "Yeah," he agreed, grinning. "Man, she 
sure was something. I don't think I've ever had a better blow job."

"Nothing wrong with her asshole, either."

Nancy, hearing them, got in her car. Her lovely young face was crimson 
as she stared straight ahead and drove off the tree lined estate to 
turn onto one of the many highways leading into Chicago.

Only when she was several miles from Fred Hartman's place could she 
heave a weary sigh of relaxation. She settled back in her seat, driving 
easily with one hand while she lighted herself a cigarette with the 
other. She inhaled deeply on the cigarette, feeling it relax her. Her 
body was sore all over, and she was so tired she worried about keeping 
awake and driving until she got home. Driving along the highway, she 
looked like a lovely young woman, completely composed, on her way to 
some early morning errand.

But she was far from composed.

In the past three months, her life had changed so much that even she 
couldn't believe it. It seemed unreal to her ... as if it were 
happening to someone else. Three months ago she didn't know Fred 
Hartman ... or Tom Nelson. Three months ago Rita Nelson was her old 
friend who was newly married to Tom and drinking too much. Three months 
ago she, herself, seldom drank. Now ... the first thing she would do 
upon getting home was to have a few stiff ones.

It would be a few drinks just to loosen up. And later ... it would be 
quite a few drinks in order to get to sleep.

Nancy drove fast, smoking quickly and lighting another cigarette after 
stubbing the first one out. Vaguely, uneasily, she thought of 
committing suicide. She didn't like to think too much about it or 
openly admit it to herself, for she was afraid she might do it. She was 
afraid that she was going to take her own life. She even had a secret 
supply of sleeping pills stocked up. She had them in a little plastic 
bottle and, after she had drunk enough, she would find them, take them 
out, look at them and rattle them in the bottle.

Suicide seemed like the only way out.

Sometimes, especially after starring in one of Fred Hartman's shows, 
she thought of suicide and felt it was the only way she was going to 
get away from him and this double life she was leading.

Sometimes it was the double life, the modern, female, Jekyll and Hyde 
existence that got to her. She felt she was a split personality, a 
schizophrenic. At home, with Allan, her husband, she was one kind of 
person. And ... when Fred Hartman or Tom Nelson called ... she was 
someone else. With Allan, she was genteel and her elegant cool looks 
were just right when they were having people over. At home with Allan 
she was witty and the proper hostess. Then ... when Allan was at work, 
at the bank ... and the phone would ring ...

Tears welled in her eyes and she had to slow down on the highway. She 
couldn't see where she was going and, for an instant, she didn't care. 
For one wild moment, she felt like flooring the accelerator and driving 
at top speed until she went careening off the road or hit something and 
ended it all. She choked back her sobs and swiped at her eyes, knowing 
she couldn't do it; she was too much of a coward and too much in love 
with life.

And Nancy did love life with a gay and appealing zest. It was the thing 
that had originally attracted Allan to her. It was part of her charm. 
Allan was quiet and thoughtful and conservative. Everyone felt, when he 
spoke, that his words were weighty and carefully considered. He looked 
like a banker with careful good looks and grooming and somber business 
suits. He talked like a banker. He even thought like one. All of this 
was to the good, for Allan was a banker. He was assistant manager of a 
branch office. He did his job with quiet devotion and the smooth 
determination that showed he was going to get ahead.

Allan and Nancy were a good combination, for what he lacked in wise-
cracks and just plain impudent silliness, she more than made up. 
Friends felt that Allan kept her in line, while Nancy kept him from 
being a stuffed shirt. Their marriage was looked on as a good one.

And it was ... as far as Allan knew.

Nancy whipped her car into their little driveway and heaved a sigh. 
Allan wasn't home. Bank business had taken him to Cleveland, and he 
wouldn't be home for at least another day. She was, for the moment, 
safe.

She got out of the car as quietly as possible. The hour was early and 
the sun barely up. She didn't want the neighbors seeing her get in at 
such an hour, especially old Mrs. Hunter who lived next door and had 
her nose in everyone's business.

"My, my, such a lovely morning."

Nancy stopped dead in her tracks and wearily closed her eyes. She was 
trapped by the cackling voice. "Good morning Mrs. Hunter. How are you?"

"Fine," came the voice in a spiteful tone, "considering what date it 
is."

Tired, but near home, near bed, Nancy summoned up a smile and turned to 
see the old woman standing in her yard in her nightgown with a faded 
old housecoat buttoned up to her neck. She was wearing worn old house 
slippers and a floppy sun hat. "The date?"

"Yes, the date." She kneaded her wrinkled lips for a self-satisfied 
moment before continuing. "It's the twenty-fifth of the month."

Dumbly, Nancy nodded, not knowing what the old woman was so maliciously 
getting at.

Mrs. Hunter's face turned suddenly pious as she intoned. "Roger. Poor 
Roger."

Nancy caught on. "Oh, your husband."

Mournfully, she nodded. "Dead twelve years and three months today. 
Dropped dead of a heart attack in an Optimo cigar store in the loop. 
Man who owned the store said he bought a cigar and keeled over. Never 
said a word."

"My, what a shame."

The old woman nodded and looked off, seeming to remember her husband. 
"He was always coming home at late hours, too."

The words stung but Nancy decided to ignore them. "Lovely morning, 
isn't it?"

Mrs. Hunter was too grandly glum to be deterred. "That's what he always 
used to say." She gimped close to the hedge that separated the two 
driveways, her eyes gleaming dull agates. "That's when I knew he was 
covering up." A dry laugh wheezed out of the old woman. "Oh, didn't he 
think he was clever, but I always knew. I always knew."

"Really?"

"He couldn't fool me. I knew. When the policeman came and knocked on 
the door and told me, I knew. I knew what he was doing in that Optimo 
cigar store when he died. I knew."

"What?" Nancy was completely mystified by the old woman's smug speech.

"Buying a cigar." Mrs. Hunter said it slowly as if she were talking to 
a child.

"So?" Nancy cocked her lovely head, her long raven hair sliding 
silently and hiding half her face.

"Well. You don't suppose I let him smoke, do you?" She looked like a 
wrinkled bandy rooster as she strutted behind the hedge. "I didn't let 
him smoke! No sir!"

"Oh." Nancy turned away to hide her smile. "That was certainly 
thoughtful of you."

"He smoked when he stayed out. I knew. I could smell it on him. He 
smoked and ..." she leaned forward, whispering loudly, "and other 
things."

"Oh."

"Like staying out all night and then coming home with some kind of 
story." The old woman eyed Nancy in an accusing way.

Nancy hated her neighbor at the moment, but felt compelled to offer up 
an excuse for coming home so early. After all, she was guilty. "I ... I 
had to go over to my parents. My ... my father isn't feeling at all 
well." She stood in the driveway, biting her delicate lip, hating Mrs. 
Hunter and hating herself for using her father as an excuse.

"Mmmmmmm. Gone all night?"

A lie, once told, has to be embellished. "Yes, it got so late, I 
decided to spend the night."

"And how is he feeling this morning?"

"Better, much better thank you."

Mrs. Hunter smiled and butter wouldn't melt in her mouth as she asked, 
"And how is Mr. Dodge?"

"Fine."

"My, it seems he's away an awful lot."

Nancy drew herself erect. She looked at Mrs. Hunter with her elegant 
features growing cold. "I've got things to do." With that she spun on 
her heel and left the old woman standing in her yard, smiling and 
laughing to herself.

Once inside her house, once she was sure she was alone and wouldn't be 
seen by anyone, Nancy could let go. It was as if a dam broke inside of 
her and she couldn't resist any longer. She put her lovely chiseled 
features in her hands and heaved the first long sob. Moments later, 
blinded by tears, she stumbled to the bedroom and fell full length on 
the bed and cried hard and long. She sobbed herself out, crying until 
she found a weary kind of relaxation. She couldn't feel peace. She 
rolled over and stared at the ceiling with puffy eyes and wondered 
what, if anything, she could do about her present situation.

Nancy Dodge was being blackmailed.

It had all started off so innocently, so innocuously. One thing had led 
to another and, before she knew it, she found herself in an impossible 
situation where there seemed only one way out: suicide.

Now, she got to her feet and went to the bathroom, putting a cold towel 
on her face and sighing deeply into the cool refreshing depths of the 
towel. Her eyes avoided looking in the mirror ... above all, she didn't 
want to look at herself. Hastily, she went to the modern kitchen with 
its vinyl counters and took a bottle out of one of the cupboards. Allan 
was beginning to be suspicious of all the liquor that was being 
consumed. Nancy had taken to buying booze out of the house money and 
hiding the bottles from Allan. She knew she was lying to her husband 
and she also knew that alcohol wouldn't solve any of her problems. In 
fact, if pressed, she probably would admit booze only made things 
worse. That wasn't the point. The point was ... she needed a drink.

She poured herself a generous shot, almost half filling a drinking 
glass with clear vodka. She tossed the drink down as if it were water 
and stood with her eyes closed, her body braced against the raw cutting 
shock of the vodka hitting her empty stomach. "Soon, soon, soon," she 
murmured. Soon the vodka would take effect and she would feel a little 
numb, things would become a little blurred.

She didn't quite believe it when she was first approached about 
blackmail ... it wasn't quite real ... people just didn't get 
blackmailed anymore ... there seemed so little reason for it. It had 
seemed, at the time, an elaborate bad joke. Surely old friends wouldn't 
take advantage of her. Surely old friends wouldn't trick her.

"Friends." Nancy said the word aloud like something tasted awful in her 
mouth. Friends. Rita Nelson was an old friend. Nancy trusted her; why 
shouldn't she? She was happily married, and Rita came back into her 
life with her new husband, Tom Nelson,

Tom Nelson.

First impressions. Nancy hadn't liked him when she first met him yet 
she tried hard to deny and submerge her first impression because she 
liked Rita so much and wanted Rita to have a good marriage ... she 
wanted Rita to have as good a marriage as her own.

Tom Nelson. Young, handsome, social, glib, flashy. Yet weak somehow. 
There was a roll of petulant fat under his belt, and Nancy thought she 
saw a look of indulgent depravity on his face. He was in public 
relations and apparently was doing well. To Nancy, it seemed that he 
always had a drink in his hand or on his breath.

And he was too fresh, too familiar. Nancy felt she was far from being a 
prude, yet Tom Nelson was just a little too intimate. The first they 
had met, he had brazenly, somewhat drunkenly looked her up and down, 
taking in her sensuously flaring figure and letting out a low, long 
wolf whistle.

Nancy poured herself another drink and tossed it down, immediately 
refilling the glass. Her first impression about Tom had been correct. 
Actually, it hadn't been enough. If she had been really sensitive, if 
she hadn't buried her instincts in her happiness over seeing Rita 
again, she would have known or suspected that Tom Nelson was a vile 
human being who would sell out his own mother if the price was right. 
In fact, he would probably be out peddling her.

Tom Nelson was blackmailing Nancy.

To Nancy, Tom Nelson was scum, a man who would use and betray a 
friendship, an unbelievably evil and weak man who would do anything to 
gain an advantage ... even sell his own wife's body.

Rita.

Rita Nelson, vivacious and possessed of a wild, sensuously wanton 
figure that was second only to Nancy's proudly upthrust breasts, supple 
waist, and smoothly undulating hips. Rita was now no better than a 
whore, doing her husband's bidding. Tom, starting his own public 
relations firm in Chicago, was a success, off to a flying start.

Grimacing, Nancy poured herself another drink and gulped it down. 
Immediately, she half filled the glass then decided she'd be more 
comfortable in the bedroom. She found her walk was getting loose and 
easy, the alcohol already beginning to take effect. She pulled the 
blinds closed as she ambled from room to room. If, later, she drank too 
much and started wandering around, she didn't want old Mrs. Hunter 
seeing her. She didn't want anyone seeing her.

Tom Nelson had a flock of clients using his services and proudly showed 
Nancy a big write-up he got in a trade paper: YOUNG REP STREAKS FOR 
TOP.

She had felt a surge of nausea as she read the article. It was true he 
was successful ... it was true he had many clients ... but that was all 
that was true about the article. The truth was ... Tom Nelson was 
selling his wife's body for his own gain and profit. Rita was nothing 
more than a common prostitute. Madly in love with Tom, she did whatever 
he asked of her, even down to recruiting and betraying old friends. Tom 
Nelson was blackmailing her for his own gains. Tom, drunken and weak-
willed, had his own genius. In ways that totally mystified Nancy, he 
had ways of finding a particular kind of person ... like Fred Hartman 
... and somehow discovering his secret desires ... like watching women 
humiliate themselves. Tom Nelson had a nasty, perverted knack for 
getting orgies going. In a comparatively short time, Nancy had come to 
regard Tom as the ultimate rat. Full of disgusting weaknesses himself, 
he had a nose for sensing weakness in others ... and taking advantage 
of it.

She drained her glass, holding her breath against the shock she would 
feel in the pit of her stomach and decided the best thing to do was to 
have a shower and go to bed. She was bone tired and sore all over. She 
had a shower at Fred Hartman's ... he was nice enough to give her a 
guest room, but all she had wanted to do then was get away.

The alcohol was beginning to make her yawn and stumble around. She knew 
she couldn't keep her eyes open much longer. As tormented as she was, 
she knew she simply had to get some sleep. Without looking at herself 
in any mirrors, she threw her clothes off, letting them fall to the 
floor. Later she would straighten the house up, later she would have it 
ready for Allan coming home. Later! Later she would be rested and she 
would think of what she was going to do. She knew she had to do 
something because she was only getting in deeper with each phone call 
from Tom or Rita. She was only getting herself more deeply involved in 
a lewd world of utter abandon with each visit to Fred Hartman's estate.

At the thought of Fred Hartman, despite her fatigue and drunken 
vagueness, Nancy shuddered. She feared him. She loathed Tom, but she 
was afraid of Fred Hartman, afraid of what he might ultimately do to 
her.

She showered quickly and wrapped her lovely body in a terry cloth robe 
and, yawning, eyes almost closed, she curled up on the bed and fell 
into a deep but troubled sleep.



Chapter 4


When the phone rang that day a couple of months ago, Nancy had heard 
the familiar voice and knew who it was immediately: Rita Colbert newly 
married and now Mrs. Tom Nelson. Nancy had laughed. Whatever her name 
now, it was good to hear from Rita. They had gone to college together 
and, after graduation, they had drifted apart and lost contact with one 
another. Nancy was genuinely glad to hear from Rita, for she had really 
liked her at school. Warm, tender, a bit wacky and rumored to be 
"racy!" Nancy found Rita more sinned against than sinning. Rita liked 
to stay out late and have a good time. She liked to drink a little too 
much, but she had a good heart and common sense. Besides, she was the 
one girl she knew at college that didn't resent her stunning beauty and 
the way men buzzed around her. "Hell," Rita had cracked, "it gives me a 
chance to meet a lot of groovy swingers."

"Nancy, how the hell are you and guess who this is?" The voice was gay 
and kind of brazen.

"Rita! Where are you?"

"Here in Chicago."

And that had been the start of it. Nancy didn't, at that time, suspect 
a thing. She never knew that Tom was checking her out from the bar, 
seeing if she was right. They met for lunch down on the busy loop. Rita 
had suggested a place which turned out to be an expensive bar with pine 
paneling and leather chairs studded with brass nails. It was darkly 
lighted and the lunch was expensive and tasteful and it was good to see 
Rita once more. Nancy had noticed that a lot of handsome men and 
attractive women were meeting one another. Also, a lot of men were 
openly staring at her ink-black hair and stunning sensually full lips 
that contrasted so wantonly with her delicately chiseled features.

And Rita. Rita had changed since college. She was flashier, more 
heavily made up and ... with Nancy trying not to notice ... she wasn't 
above flirting with complete strangers. Twice Nancy thought they were 
going to be joined by men and ruin their chance for woman-talk. Rita 
seemed to be inviting it the way she looked across the crowded room at 
the men with that almost brazen smile and the way she wore her dress 
cut low ... cut almost indecently low ... so that everyone could get a 
good look at her firmly swelling deep cleavage that quivered with her 
every movement.

But they weren't interrupted and they had a chance for long talk and 
catching up on one another. Rita had married Tom who was an up-and-
coming young executive in public relations. Rita yakked a mile a 
minute, telling Nancy of all the young people they were meeting, of all 
the parties and celebrities she was meeting. "And what are you doing?"

Nancy felt almost embarrassed; her own life with Allan was so dull by 
comparison. She apologized and Rita waved a hand. "Listen, I'm 
fascinated. Tell me all about him, your Allan."

Nancy had! She told her friend almost everything, including the fact 
that Allan had to go out of town periodically, going to other branches. 
"He volunteers for a lot of it." She looked off, toying with her salad. 
"He wants so much to get ahead. I understand ... still, I get lonely."

Rita was all enthusiasm, ordering another drink, another luncheon 
martini with a flourish. "Tell you what. Next time he goes out, you 
come with me. We'll make the rounds. You'll meet Tom. We'll have a 
blast. We'll do the town up and keep each other company. Tom will be 
all over the place, and won't have too much time for us. He'll be 
working actually. I swear to God, sometimes when I want to see my 
husband, I have to go to an opening or reception or some cocktail 
party. I swear, when I slow down, I'm going to pass out. What say, is 
it a deal?"

Nancy had smiled. A bit of partying and fun wouldn't be out of line. 
After all, it was boring being at home alone at night. How many nights 
could one girl spend cleaning and washing? How many nights watching 
idiots prance on Let's Make A Deal? How avidly could one read the 
Reader's Digest and TV Guide? A crooked incongruous grin split Nancy's 
classic good looks. Her mouth gave her away, for it was sensuously full 
and red. "Okay, if it all works out."

"If what works out?"

"If Allan is out of town on a night when you're doing something."

Rita laughed and cocked her head. "Where's Allan now?"

"He's in Cleveland. He'll be home tomorrow evening."

Rita made a face. "You're on. We're going to the premiere of some movie 
tonight. At least that's what I think is happening. I think Tom said 
something about a big party and then this premiere of a new movie."

The two girls looked at one another and laughed. "Okay!" Nancy said. 
Actually, she liked such sudden, improvisational happenings. To 
suddenly take the hunch of the moment ... to accept a wild dare ... to 
have fun ... to run wild in an amusement park ... that was Nancy's idea 
of having fun. Allan was always quietly amused by her antics and wild 
ideas. One day they had been quietly strolling in Lincoln Park when 
Nancy had paused on a bridge over a pond. "Listen, let's just jump in, 
huh?" she'd said seriously. Allan had quietly and patiently explained 
here and now wasn't such a good idea. He was always pointing out folly 
to her. He treated her as if she were addlepated and had to be 
protected from the world. "You trust everyone," he was fond of saying. 
"You never look before you leap."

Allan was out of town, far away, unable to advise her or ask her to 
think when Rita invited her along. No one was there to stop or even 
warn her. Indeed, there was nothing to worry about. Ahead lay a party 
and a movie ... a premiere. Nancy grinned and felt a giddy 
recklessness. "Okay, let's go on the town!"

It turned out to be an exciting afternoon and early evening. Nancy 
slipped right into Rita's mood which was one of mock boredom. They 
laughed a great deal and shopped in the better downtown Chicago stores. 
It was a beautiful summer day, not too hot or windy, and the girls 
enjoyed themselves hugely, leaving a wake of turned male heads wherever 
they went.

In the late afternoon it grew hotter and Rita suggested killing some 
time in a bar before it was time to go to the party. They found a 
fashionable bar which Rita said was frequented by lawyers. Some of them 
knew Rita ... rather intimately, it seemed. Men came up to her and put 
their arms around her, grinning in a way that Nancy didn't approve. She 
also didn't like the way they looked at her and her figure, and asked 
about her ... it was like she was ... something to be bought and sold 
... something to be used.

"You got to get used to this kind of life, honey," Rita said, rolling 
her eyes as if she were bored and disgusted with the whole thing. "I 
mean, everybody is informal and friendly. One gets used to such 
things."

"I bet."

"Hey, drink up, you're lagging behind." Rita jiggled the ice cubes in 
her empty glass and ordered another round with a nod to the waiter.

Nancy noted how hard and fast Rita was drinking. She never used to back 
in her college days. At lunch, she had downed three big martinis with 
no visible effect. Now, they were drinking more, and Nancy was 
beginning to feel the effect of her cocktails. At home, Allan never 
allowed more than once cocktail before dinner. He frowned on people who 
drank too much. But ... Nancy smiled to herself ... Allan was out of 
town and wouldn't be back until late tomorrow. She grinned at Rita. She 
was feeling no pain and just a little wicked. It was fun, doing 
something different, meeting people who seemed just a little bit 
disreputable and racy. It was exciting and just enough irresponsible to 
feel glamorous and jet-set-type, drinking the afternoon away in a 
downtown Chicago bar.

They sat, two extremely attractive women, drinking with men coming over 
and buying them drinks and flirting with both of them ... they flirted 
with Rita because of her deep cleavage. Her breasts seemed high and 
firm, and men were constantly peering down at them. They flirted with 
Nancy because of her incredibly good looks. She sat smiling, looking 
fresh and clean, her voluptuously supple body barely hidden beneath her 
clothes. She sat with her long tapering legs crossed at the knee, 
showing a flash of sheathed thigh all firm and white. Invariably, when 
men came over to their table, they ended up flirting with Nancy.

At first, she was flattered and pleased with all the attention she was 
getting; but as the long afternoon wore on and more drinks were 
consumed and cocktails began to stock up in front of her, she found the 
conversation getting rough. One man whose name she didn't catch, was 
sitting next to her. He was a big man, older, with a gruff voice. He 
put a sweaty hand on her thigh and squeezed it, hoarsely whispering, 
"Let's you and me go have some action."

Nancy smiled at him with her elegant features serene and composed. "I 
beg your pardon? "

"Fuck," the man whispered in her ear.

Nancy reacted as if hit in the face by a wet towel. She looked at the 
man, astonished. Surely she hadn't heard right.

"Fuck," the man repeated. "Get a couple of bottles and a hotel room and 
fuck. I'd like to fuck you to within an inch of your life. I'd like to 
fuck you until you beg me to stop."

The flow and company around their table suddenly shifted, everybody 
moving like they all were in a kaleidoscope. Nancy suddenly realized 
she was getting drunk, and she pushed her drink away and upset several 
drinks. Everyone laughed and no one seemed to mind. Several men ordered 
more drinks as Nancy looked around, trying to find the man who had 
whispered in her ear.

His words burned in her brain like acid sears through steel. He had 
been crude and vulgar and ... filthy. His words had sounded lewd and 
visions of a couple ... naked ... in a hotel room was in her mind. She 
was shocked and indignant by what the man had so lasciviously whispered 
in her ear ... and ... Oh God, she was oddly aroused. No one ... 
ever... had ever dared talked to her like that before ... no one! His 
suggestion was obscene and insulting and yet, yet, she found a little 
smile playing about her sensuously pulpy lips. "No more for Nancy, 
she's smashed!"

Nancy peered across the table to see a man pawing Rita rather boldly, 
as Rita laughed and pointed at her. "She's my friend and I gotta take 
her to the party and the premiere!" Rita called out.

"Hey, the party! The premiere!" The call went up around the table, and 
Nancy found herself being helped to her feet. Everyone was talking at 
once as the men settled the bill among themselves, and it appeared to 
Nancy that everyone was talking at once ... and she really couldn't 
understand what anyone was saying. She let herself guided among the 
tables and led along as Rita laughed and shouted something to her, and 
they were suddenly out on the street where Nancy found herself gulping 
in hot night air and her face felt the sultry heat of a Chicago summer 
night. They were out of the cooling air conditioning, and it was dark 
outside. The loop was awash in light from cars and taxis and the great 
office buildings that towered over them. Nancy stood a little tipsy, 
feeling strong men's hands holding her up, as she realized it was 
night! She wondered how long they had been in the bar?

Laughing, shouting, jostling, they all crammed into a cab. Nancy 
couldn't see the man who had whispered m her ear. Apparently he was 
gone, lost in the semi-drunken shuffle. The cab lurched along and Nancy 
found herself crammed between two men. She felt their strong warmth 
engulfing her, and she laughed at jokes and said senseless things.

Her mind was miles away.

The words of the stranger growled in her ear were still ringing in her 
head. The very audacity of it! He had suggested they go off somewhere 
and do obscene things together, and she didn't even know his name! Her 
mind mused on all the hotel rooms in Chicago and, perhaps, in some of 
them, there were men and women in them; strangers, just meeting and 
getting together and stripping naked and drinking too much and doing 
obscene things together.

For the first time in her life, Nancy felt her body racked with an 
emotion that hit her with a fury and intensity she had never even 
dreamed of before.

She found every single nerve in her body tingling with a supreme lust. 
She sat in the crowded cab as if in a trance, her eyes looking far off 
and slightly glazed, her red fulsome lips slightly parted and gleaming 
wetly, as she felt a lewdness throbbing in her pulse as she wondered: 
Could I do that? Could I have gone off with that stranger?

The answer was yes! Nancy sat, feeling a massive throbbing pound 
rhythmically through her sensually aroused body as she sat and allowed 
herself, for a few reckless moments, to imagine ... daydream ... about 
what it would be like to be naked and alone with a strange man. The 
drinks were beginning to have an effect on her, and she still felt as 
if she were on a holiday. Wildly smiling, she let herself think about 
what it would be like to be naked and drinking with a stranger. More 
than that ... to be naked and enticing in front of a stranger like the 
one who whispered in her ear! To be totally naked and at the mercy of 
someone who was coarse and vulgar and used her like a whore! To have 
some hairy man paw her soft naked body ... to have them do obscene 
things to her ... to be forced to do ... things ... to him! Oh God! It 
was all so ... so exciting!

"Hey, what's the matter, baby?"

Nancy turned, startled, to see the man crammed against her was talking 
to her. "Oh. Nothing. Why?"

"You looked funny."

"Did I?"

"Hell, yes. No private thoughts on this party. Everybody sticks 
together. Hey, here we are!"

They piled out of the cab in a strange part of Chicago, a section that 
was away from everything Nancy knew. They fled their way into a 
brownstone house. It was one of those brownstones that are completely 
gutted inside and re-done in modern taste. It was also obvious that a 
large noisy party was going on inside. Speakers carried the sound of a 
jazz combo playing somewhere in the depths of the house. Nancy 
hesitated at the crowd around the door, but found herself propelled 
forward from all sides as they waded into the din of laughter and 
conversation and people standing elbow to elbow.

The whole house was packed with people as they inched their way deeper 
into the party. The air was thick with cigarette smoke, and everyone 
seemed to be drinking. Nancy, still shaken from her lewd daydreaming, 
tried hard to get her bearings. A drink was shoved in her hand, and 
Rita was shouting in her ear.

"Hey, this is Tom. My Tom. Tom, baby, I want you to meet Nancy Dodge. 
Remember the Nancy I talked about? This is her."

Nancy looked into the sweating face of a handsome man who was just 
beginning to get a little fat. He looked at her face, and then looked 
up and down her body, un-nerving Nancy, for it was almost as if he had 
guessed what she had been thinking in the cab. He almost made her feel 
naked the brash way he looked at her breasts and the brazen way he 
looked at the fertile and velvety "vee" where her vagina nestled behind 
her dress. She felt she really didn't like him as he let out a low long 
wolf-whistle and said, "Hi, Nancy, welcome aboard."

Her instinct was to distrust and avoid him, yet she was feeling 
absolutely no pain and was completely swept up in the excitement and 
fun of the night: This was going to be something she would remember for 
a long while. She giggled, realizing there were already things that she 
didn't dare tell Allan about. She felt a little wicked when she thought 
about telling Allan about the obscene stranger. She could never tell 
him about the foul-mouthed man. She looked around her at the room 
packed with people. People were pressed tightly together and talking 
and laughing and drinking and smoking. A regular din of laughter and 
shouted conversations fell on her ears. She looked about, seeing people 
touching one another, kissing one another. Nancy watched with a strange 
kind of hunger in her as a couple kissed with their mouths wide open, 
their tongues wetly thrusting in and out of each other's mouths.

A little drunk, elated, excited with the heady party swirling around 
her, Nancy had a gut-feeling and knew, intuitively, that something was 
going to happen. She looked about her. This was no ordinary gathering. 
It was very subtle, but it was there.

It was the people. Nancy let herself be pushed by the crowd, feeling 
bodies all around her, seeing faces emerge from the swirl and disappear 
again. It was the people. All the women were young, her age, and all of 
them were attractive. The men were generally older, but still handsome. 
People were dressed just a trifle too stylishly, a little too loosely. 
One girl, wearing an Indian headband, was obviously not wearing a 
brassiere. Nancy took in her cool, wicked good looks as she went by.

"She's in the movie," a voice said in her ear. "I hear she's out of 
sight."

Nancy frowned. They way everyone was dressed and ... more than that ... 
the loose, almost insolent way so many people were acting ... the way 
men and women pawed one another. She looked around her for a face she 
would recognize. "Say, what's the name of this film we're going to 
see?" she asked suddenly, her instincts coming to life under the 
constant barrage of suggestive sights.

A man, shouldering by with his hands full of drinks, paused and eyed 
Nancy before saying, "It's called, Scorpio Sex Rites."

Nancy opened her mouth to say something, anything, but the man was 
gone, already lost in the crowd. Nancy twisted around, feeling one of 
her breasts crushed against a man's arm. She couldn't see anyone she 
knew. She tried to go against the flow of the crowd and she saw she was 
working her way to where Rita stood laughing with several men. Tom, a 
drink in one hand, was a few feet away, shaking hands with someone who 
looked important. She got to Rita's side and leaned to talk in her ear. 
"Rita ... l mean ... what And of a movie is this premiere we're going 
to see?"

Rita looked surprised. "Didn't I tell you? It's called, Scorpio Sex 
Rites."

Again, she leaned next to Rita's ear. "Is it a sex film?"

"Yeah, sure. Didn't I tell you?"

"A real one ... a real sex film?"

Rita shouted back. "Yeah! It was made in San Francisco. Real hard-core. 
Tom's representing these people who are fronting a theater operation 
here. Big money."

Nancy was too stunned to say anything. She let the crowd gradually part 
them. She felt she had to get off somewhere ... a bathroom or something 
... for awhile and be by herself and think. Should she be doing this? 
The question demanded answering. She was feeling good and had too much 
to drink, but ... should she be doing this?

She had read enough in the papers and magazines and discussed it enough 
with Allan to have a good idea of what she was in for if she saw the 
movie. She imagined she knew what they were like. One night, Allan had 
talked about the two of them going to see one. Finally, he ruled 
against it, deciding it wasn't right. Nancy felt she had to agree with 
him, still ... there was always that lingering longing ... just once 
... just to see one and find out what it was about.

The temptation was too much. Nancy's face was flushed with excitement 
as she drained her glass and made her way to the nearest bar. After all 
... she always had a perfect out ... she didn't know what she was 
seeing ... besides, if it got too rough, she could always leave ...

She found her pulse pounding in her wrist with an excitement so intense 
it almost made her giddy! With a blink of amazement, she realized she 
hadn't felt so alive in years. She threaded her way along with the 
crowd, tossing her mane of lamp-black hair, eagerly sipping at her 
drink. With the exception of Tom and Rita Nelson, she didn't know a 
soul at the party. They would never say anything.

On a wild impulse, she decided to see the movie. A drink in her hand, 
she avidly followed the flow of the crowd at the party. It seemed that 
everyone was mounting the stairs, heading to the upper floors. Eagerly, 
trying to be unobtrusive, Nancy went with them.

The top floor of the brownstone had been converted into one large room. 
All the walls had been knocked out and folding chairs had been lined 
up. The room filled rapidly and Nancy found a seat, looking around with 
a thrill going through her. In the back of the room was a projector, 
loaded with film and ready to go. The room filled quickly and people 
talking and drinking and smoking. Nancy caught a glimpse of Tom and 
Rita filing into the room with some other people.

The lights dimmed and the talking subsided. A young man stood up in 
front of a screen. "Here it is, what you've all been waiting for. 
Scorpio Sex Rites. It is a new breakthrough in experimental films."

A ripple of laughter and a few catcalls came from the crowd. The lights 
dimmed fast and the talking subsided and everyone, Nancy included, sat 
quiet and attentive, their eyes glued to the white screen that glowed 
slightly in the dark.



Chapter 5


A cone of bright light stabbed the dark, smoke filled air. A murmur ran 
through the audience as the title: SCORPIO SEX RITES flashed on the 
screen in lurid red letters. Nancy tried to huddle low in her seat, 
grinning with excitement. She knew she was doing something she 
shouldn't ... and it was exciting. She caught her breath and tensed as 
a girl, in living color, flashed on the screen.

Nancy had never seen anything so bold and lewd in her life. A girl 
stood up on the screen with her hands on her naked hips. She had 
clothes on, but very little, as she brazenly grinned at the camera. Her 
upper face was hidden behind a black mask, but the lower part, 
including her scarlet lips, were clearly visible. The girl was wearing 
a black cape that was thrown back over her naked shoulders, revealing 
her big breasts in all their rounded loveliness. Her nipples were dark 
and taut, tilting upward. Her whole body was naked except for a black 
garter belt and long black stockings that clung like silken flesh to 
her voluptuous fleshy thighs. She was wearing black high-heeled shoes 
and long black gloves, and in one gloved hand, she idly flicked a whip.

The masked girl grinned at the camera and slowly, wantonly, licked her 
lips. Teasingly, the camera took in her figure, moving in for a close-
up of her jutting mound of Venus and her wedge of black pubic hair. 
Lewdly, as if on command, on cue, the girl ground her hips at the 
camera. Nancy watched, eyes wide, drink forgotten, as the girl's cuntal 
lips parted with a velvety spread permitting everyone to see the 
moisture glistening there that betrayed her obscene excitement.

The camera pulled back to take in all of her naked voluptuousness. Her 
breasts were big and high-riding and thrust out boldly. A cruel smile 
was on her masked face as she said, "Welcome to the temple of Scorpio 
Sex Rites. My name is Hilda. I shall be your guide."

The masked girl turned, with the camera getting an exciting shot of her 
nakedly rounded buttocks. She pointed beyond to a lushly ripened young 
blonde who was sprawled seductively on a bed. The girl looked so 
tenderly young ... so defenseless! The masked girl strode across the 
room, the camera following her as she walked to the bed. Her big 
breasts jiggled as she walked. Her whip hissed through the air and 
cracked above the bed where the blonde girl, who looked barely fifteen, 
cowered in real fear. The whip snaked through the air again, snapping 
itself with an ugly crack right above the girl's nakedly trembling 
stomach.

The camera lingered over the frightened child for a moment as she 
pressed her legs together and tried to huddle over, away from Hilda's 
whip and the prying camera. Again the whip hissed. Bare flesh was stung 
by the tip of the whip and an angry red streak appeared on the girl's 
snowy white thigh. "No ... nnnnnnno!" she murmured, and looking 
fearfully beyond the camera, she cried out, "help me ... someone help 
me!" Again the whip hissed angrily, and the girl gave a little 
whimpering cry. Nancy watched with the rest of the audience as the 
naked young body jumped and recoiled, her ripely budding breasts 
jumping and quivering. The whip cracked, the child screamed in pain as 
another wild red welt appeared on her shoulder and arm.

"Do as I say!" It was the voice of the masked Hilda.

The young blonde, her breath coming fast, her body trembling, her 
breasts heaving, closed her eyes and reluctantly nodded in agreement.

"Roll over on your back!" The whip flicked through the air and snapped 
like a rifle shot over the bed.

Obediently, the girl rolled over on her back, her legs tightly held 
together, her eyes shut tight. The camera seemed to gloat over her 
nakedly helpless figure and the two angry, scarlet welts on her creamy 
white sun.

Once more the menacing whip cracked its warning less than two inches 
above her fearfully cringing figure. "Spread your legs!"

Nancy held her breath. The room silent as all attention was strained on 
the screen. It was a delicious moment as the girl slowly, unwilling, 
but afraid, spread her beautiful legs. Everyone could see the swollen 
velvety lips of her little pink cunt sparsely covered with soft curls 
of pussy hair.

Hilda dressed in black mask and stockings, stepped into the camera 
frame, grinning down at the girl. Again, savagely this time, the whip 
was snapped, and the fifteen year old girl screamed, her body 
recoiling. The whip was pulled away and a long brutal red welt was 
streaked across her little white stomach.

"I said open them wide! Spread them!"

Terrified, stifling her sobs, the girl obeyed, spreading her legs as 
far as she could. The cords stood out like velvet ropes along her inner 
thigh as she spread her legs so wide they trembled. The whip hissed 
another warning over her body and the girl cringed and bent her knees 
upward. Then she lay there, her naked breasts quivering as she heaved 
for breath, her legs split wide open, and the team streaming down her 
pain-twisted face.

The camera zoomed in close for a shot of her defenseless little cunt 
with its vaginal lips spread wide. Each person in the audience could 
clearly see the moisture making her slit glisten. Each person could 
clearly see that her tiny clitoris was erect and oiled with excitement. 
And then there was a concerted gasp as everyone realized the girl was 
becoming sexually aroused by the terrible things that were happening to 
her.

The camera pulled back to show Hilda with the whip and the mask leering 
down at the cowering blonde. Reluctantly taking her eyes from the 
lewdly tempting form of the child, Hilda walked to the camera, speaking 
to the audience with a twisted smile beneath her mask. "What you just 
saw is sadistic. That girl behind me was forced to pose like that." The 
smile broadened. "She'll be forced to do many other ... things before 
the Scorpio Sex Rites are concluded."

A look of passion went over the masked girl's mouth as her lips twisted 
in wanton excitement. The camera pulled back to show her free hand 
slowly and sensuously caressing her own cunt. Her gloved fingers slowly 
spread her wetly glistening vaginal lips, revealing the coral-pink 
flesh that throbbed with each excited beat of her heart. Idly, she 
cracked the whip and grinned again at the camera. "What you don't 
know," she said, speaking to the audience, "what you don't know and 
should know is this. That girl, that young innocent thing, likes it."

There was a barely audible gasp that went through the dark room that 
was rapidly getting stifling hot. Nancy didn't notice the gasp or the 
heat. She didn't notice anything for every fiber of her being was 
locked in fierce concentration on the screen.

The masked girl grinned cynically. "She loves it. She asks us to do it 
to her. Remember, this is the Scorpio sex rites." Her grin was wanton 
and evil as she looked right at the camera and asked, "Who is the 
victim? What is pleasure? Look at the girl!"

Dramatically, she stepped aside and the camera saw the girl on the bed, 
her legs split obscenely wide, one arm over her eyes. Her ripe young 
cunt was swollen and split wide, the tightly clenched cheeks of her 
buttocks quivering under the strain. The girl's naked breasts were 
heaving in a barely contained lust. Hilda's voice went on while the 
camera zoomed slowly in for a close-up of the girl's wetly ready 
vagina. "This girl likes being degraded. She's not an actress. She is a 
friend, a disciple of Scorpio sex rites." Hilda's lips twisted 
mockingly as the camera swung to her face. One gloved hand cupped the 
hugeness of one breast and velvet-covered stagers began pinching one 
taut nipple. "We learn to acquire pleasure through shame. This is no 
ordinary film. This is a film about a way of life, a way to pleasure. A 
way to ... " and she hissed the word ... "Ecstasy."

Nancy Dodge slumped back in her seat. It was as if someone had kicked 
her in the stomach. She sat, open-mouthed, utterly speechless. She was 
watching two utterly indecent girls, posing naked and mouthing all 
kinds of nonsense. It was obvious to her all the talk was only an 
excuse for much obscenity. Only that and nothing more.

Why, then, did it all make sense?

She slumped back, stunned with the tremendous truth she knew. It was 
real, the film she was seeing was real. Instinctively she knew that 
what the girl was saying up on the screen was the truth. She knew, for 
she felt the same way herself! Furthermore, she knew, divined, 
instantly, without anyone telling her, that what she was seeing was 
real. These were no actresses hired off the street. They were real, and 
what better humiliation, what greater thrill could one ask for than to 
do obscene perverted things and have someone film it! What greater 
debasement than to know you were being photographed while doing 
wantonly obscene things! A film that would be shown as a sex-film in 
hard-core theaters!

The longing, the streaking sexual hunger was so strong in Nancy that 
she was panting for breath, her eyes fluttering half-closed. She needed 
air, she had to have air or she was going to pass out. Her half-empty 
drink tumbled to the floor where it stained the carpet darkly as she 
weaved up to her feet. She had to get air immediately or she would pass 
out. Desperately, she tried stepping out of the tangle of feet and 
chairs.

"Sit down, damn it!"

"Down in front!"

"Somebody yank that drunken broad down!"

Hands seized her and guided her back to her own seat where she slumped, 
her eyes half unfocused. Then they opened wide. Up on the screen was a 
naked man!

Nancy had seen men naked before. She had seen Allan naked many times, 
but she had never seen a man with a penis like the one up on the 
screen!

It was huge! It was at least nine inches long and over two turgid 
inches thick. And right before her eyes, it was growing even larger. 
The man was stroking it lewdly with one hand as he stood next to the 
bed and looked down at the helpless young blonde with her legs still 
spread wide. He was stark naked and heavily muscled with a strong 
looking face. The camera closed in on his huge growing cock and watched 
as he slowly stroked his penis to a virile life, pulling the slippery 
foreskin back over the moist blue-pink head until the huge blood-gorged 
tip flared out.

The whip snaked out and lashed at the girl's leg. "On your knees!" the 
masked Hilda commanded. The young blonde girl scrambled to her knees 
whimpering, rubbing the fine welt on her leg, looking up at the man 
with frightened eyes. The woman in the mask and black stockings was 
obviously enjoying herself as she smiled and ran one gloved finger up 
and down the length of her own moistly gleaming slit as her hips pumped 
provocatively and obscenely. "Suck it!" Hilda hissed. "Suck his cock!"

The girl quailed for an instant, cringing, eyes wide. instantly the 
whip whistled and crashed across her shoulders, causing her back to 
arch as she screamed. Her breasts were thrust out tantalizingly as the 
whip cut across her back once again. The man standing by the bed, his 
lips twisted cruelly, shot out his free hand and grabbed the girl by 
the hair, holding her in place. She cried out as he dragged her closer, 
forcing her tightly clenched mouth to his huge pulsating cock that was 
heavily veined and swelling with an obscene desire.

The blonde girl resisted, trying to turn her head, and the whip snapped 
across her back once more, bringing a thin streak of blood welling to 
the unblemished surface of her creamy flesh, and she opened her mouth 
to scream, "Aaaaaagggghhhhaaa!!"

Her cry was cut short as the thick cock was immediately jammed into her 
mouth, forcing it open wide, forcing her lips to fit around the thick 
shaft with a soft elasticity.

Both of the man's hands were cupped against her ears and he held her 
blonde hair cruelly entangled in his fingers as he brutally pumped his 
hips forward, ramming his long, hotly throbbing cock deep into the poor 
girl's widely stretched mouth.

Nancy sat slumped, panting with passion. In all her life she had never 
seen anything so lewd, so evil, so brazen and wild ... so utterly 
tempting!

Yes! Despite herself, she felt her own eagerly pulsating vagina was 
moist with a wild demanding lust. She didn't care what happened, she 
had to stay. She panted for breath and felt she was going to faint, 
pass out, but she didn't care! She was going to stay and see the film.

The camera moved slowly in for a close-up of the girl's face as the 
massive cock violated her soft warm mouth. The huge shaft of hard flesh 
was moving in and out of her tightly availed mouth like some great 
piston gradually being lubricated and glistening wet from saliva. The 
girl had her eyes shut as her wetly rounded lips slid up and down the 
lust-hardened penis that forced her young mouth wide. The man held her 
tightly in place by the hair and slowly, obscenely, and with great 
sadistic enjoyment, fucked in and out of her mouth. The young blonde 
was no longer frightened. Her eyes had opened and everyone saw the 
lascivious look in her excitedly glowing eyes.

Slowly, her hands reached out and caressed the man's straining thighs. 
The camera moved in for a close-up, and the audience saw a look of lewd 
rapture gradually coming over her face as her hands came up to her 
mouth. Lewdly, she cradled and caressed the man's cum-filled balls with 
one hand while the fingers of the other hand tried to grip around the 
thick protruding shaft of his cock. Now she was hungrily sucking with 
her eyes closed in bliss, her hand stroking the shaft while her tongue 
twirled around the head in her hot, wet little mouth.

The room was silent as people watched with fascinated eyes and laxly 
open mouths. The natural heat in the room was supplemented by the 
growing passion as they all watched the overtly obscene act taking 
place up on the screen. Hilda in the black mask knelt by the man's 
massively pistoning cock and the girl's head, and she plunged the 
fingers of her black-gloved hand in and out of her own vagina as she 
watched the lewd sucking. The girl sucked on the thick shaft of hard 
flesh as if it were the sweetest thing in the world; muffled moans of 
wanton delight came from her wide open mouth as her cheeks hollowed 
again and again in a growing rhythm that matched his fucking strokes in 
and out of her throat.

His massively thickened cock was so big that the girl could never take 
all of it in her mouth. Yet, as Nancy watched, it became apparent that 
the girl was going to try the impossible. She was kneeling on the bed, 
her head held firmly in place, sucking with a greedy desire and taking 
more and more of the heatedly pulsating penis into her wide-stretched 
mouth. Her hand urged him on as her fingernails dug into the tightly 
clenched flesh of his buttocks, goading him on to greater excesses.

The girl in the black mask and long sensuous stockings laughed and 
sprawled lewdly on the bed, her gloved hand massaging her own wetly 
throbbing cunt, spreading the coral-red lips wide open as she looked at 
the naked young girl's back with the livid red welt snaking across it. 
She paid particular attention to the young blonde's perfectly rounded 
buttocks which were pumping and churning rhythmically as she sucked on 
the huge cock.

Hilda grinned lewdly and caressed the child's full sensuous ass-cheeks 
with her gloved hand. As if to answer, the young blonde arched her back 
and thrust her buttocks out obscenely, exposing her puckered little 
anus. Smiling sadistically, Hilda took both of her gloved hands and 
spread the girl's ass-cheeks, exposing her wetly swollen pussy.

Nancy felt a moan growing in her own throat as she saw two gloved 
thumbs move downward and slowly pull apart the wet flesh of the cuntal 
furrow to expose the girl's moistly glistening cunt.

The camera zoomed in on the cunt being held wide open, and everyone in 
the audience saw the ripe young pussy writhing and twisting with a lewd 
life of its own. Hilda smiled at the camera and licked her lips wetly. 
Then, with a sudden movement, her head shot forward and her tongue 
curled wetly up into the child's defenseless vaginal opening.

The camera pulled back to show the effect on the blonde. She was going 
wild, swallowing greedily as much of the thickly veined cock as 
possible, sucking with a voracious delight as her hips rolled and 
pumped against Hilda's mouth like they were on ball bearings. The girl 
in the mask slid further under her churning young buttocks, holding 
onto the blonde's hips while her tongue lashed and darted up into the 
wildly writhing cunt.

The man was increasing his fucking of the young blonde's mouth as he 
looked down and saw what the masked girl was doing. The camera moved in 
for a tight shot as the masked girl used one gloved hand to cover the 
young blonde's defenseless anus.

Nancy gasped as she saw one outstretched, black-gloved finger probing 
for the elastic nether ring of the tiny anus, and, finding it, plunging 
brutally and wildly in.

The young blonde girl, her head held savagely in place, the huge cock 
more than filling up her mouth, could only make a faint muffled cry. 
Her eyes were tightly shut against the pain she was feeling as Hilda 
mercilessly violated her anus, jabbing her finger in to the first 
knuckle and viciously twisting around. There was no respite, for the 
impaling finger pushed in deeper and deeper, before beginning to saw 
lewdly in and out in rhythm to the masked girl's red tongue fucking 
wetly in and out of the girl's clasping young pussy. The man was 
redoubling his efforts as he looked down and saw the gloved finger sunk 
up to the palm of the hand in the fifteen year old girl's rectum. His 
rhythm matched the obscene sawing in and out of that finger.

Nancy was slumped in her chair feeling her pulse throbbing like a pile 
driver in her forehead and wrist. It seemed to pulsate in time to the 
wicked and obscenely exciting fucking that was going on up on the 
screen. Bolts of unadulterated lust were coursing through her body, 
thrilling her in an unholy way. Never before had she seen anything so 
obscene as this, and never before had she been so violently aroused. 
Nancy was more shocked by her own lusty reactions than she was by what 
she was seeing up on the screen. Furtively, she looked around to see if 
anyone was noticing her. Every eye was fastened on the vivid fucking 
being projected up there on the screen. No one was noticing her. Her 
breath was coming in little pants, she felt an excruciatingly tight and 
hot hunger in her own groin. Her panties suddenly were too tight for 
her, fitting over her own wetly throbbing cunt like some kind of 
bonding device. She could feel the hot aching moisture of her pussy 
dampening the band of her panties, and she crossed her legs in a 
desperate hope that she could relieve the hammering wild need she was 
so suddenly and painfully aware of. She closed her fluttering eyelids 
and squeezed her crossed legs together and wished ... despite herself 
... that once, just once, Allan was vulgar and wild with her.

She opened her eyes and looked at the screen again with eyes unfocused 
by passion. Just once, it would be thrilling and ... satisfying ... to 
be treated like a whore. The unholy desire she admitted to herself sent 
a lewd shudder of excitement through her quivering young belly, and she 
tried hard to control herself, to stop her breasts from heaving and her 
legs from trembling.

The girl in the black mask and gloves pulled her finger and face free 
from the blonde's violated little cunt and anus. She sat up, grinning 
at the camera again. She didn't have to say anything, everyone watching 
knew what was happening. The young blonde was now wild with a mindless 
desire. Her head was still held in place, but her buttocks twisted and 
churned wildly as she tried to find the lewd tongue and wild finger and 
return them to the wet centers of her passion again. She was obscenely 
aroused now and something was obviously going to happen, for the girl 
in the mask was getting off the bed, her own naked body wantonly 
displayed and equally excited.

The new development wasn't long in being seen. Another man, naked, his 
cock rigidly erect, stepped into the camera frame. He stood looking 
down at the frantic efforts of the blonde as her buttocks twitched and 
gyrated in an unbridled display of wantonness and need. He stood slowly 
stroking his rapidly growing penis with one hand while Hilda in the 
mask gestured and invited him to do whatever he wished with the young 
blonde's lust-crazed body.

The second man, his face tight, lost no time in crawling in behind the 
young girl's buttocks; he seized her nakedly churning hips and dug his 
nails in hard, holding her cruelly in place the same way the other man 
held her lovely blonde head. In total agreement with what was about to 
happen, she arched her back even more, thrusting her hips and buttocks 
out obscenely like a bitch in heat, squirming as she spread her legs 
wider, allowing the second man greater access to her cunt.

With a viciously quick thrust, the man snapped his hips forward and his 
eagerly throbbing cock ... almost as huge as the one fucking in and out 
of the beautiful fifteen year old girl's tightly ovalled mouth ... sunk 
into her wetly writhing cunt with an obscene sound. The man began 
fucking in and out with a brutal rhythm.

Nancy recrossed her legs and squeezed them together until her whole 
body trembled as she watched the young blonde being so obscenely used. 
Sweat was forming over the girl's body and her breasts swayed heavily 
beneath her bucking torso as the two men fell into a wildly mounting 
rhythm of fucking. The poor girl was being used and debased in a brutal 
and obscene way, and she was loving it.

The girl in the black mask and garter belt crawled back on the bed and 
into camera range, the whip back in her hand. The grin on her face was 
sadistic. Again she looked right at the camera and spoke to the 
audience. "It is one thing to force the girl to do things. But, ladies 
and gentlemen, this girl asked for it! She knew beforehand what was 
going to happen! She asked for two men to do this to her! She knows ... 
only too well ... the intense pleasure that comes from pain." The 
masked girl's voice was a lewd whisper as she went on. "She wants more. 
She wants me to do something to her. Watch! Watch and realize what 
Scorpio sex rites are all about!"

Everyone in the room leaned forward toward the screen as they watched 
the masked girl, her own body lewdly and evilly displayed, toy with the 
whip as she looked down and saw the lovely young blonde being fucked at 
both ends. The masked girl's beautiful breasts heaved with her own 
obscene passion and a gloved finger trailed down over her naked 
stomach, over and past the garter belt and her fingers once again 
spread her own cuntal lips wide, showing the glistening coral-pink of 
her cunt walls.

The tip of one outstretched finger played with her own rampant clitoris 
as she snapped the whip back; it hissed through the air and across the 
defenseless back of the screaming young girl and wrapped lovingly---
painfully---around her slender waist. The taste of the whip only served 
to make the blonde wilder. She screwed her buttocks up higher to 
receive more of the thick plunging cock fucking into her hot little 
vagina from behind. Gluttonously, her head bobbed up and down faster, 
taking even more of the huge glistening penis in the warm wet confines 
of her mouth.

The whip whistled again and again. The mouth of the girl in the mask 
was twisted insanely as she whipped the sweating naked body in front of 
her. The two men were spurred on by the sight of the lash, and fucked 
the wantonly writhing girl with all their savage might. The man 
thrusting into her from behind dug his nails cruelly and tightly in the 
soft flesh of her ass-cheeks and fucked until his balls were slapping 
obscenely against the back of her trembling thighs. The man lying on 
his back on the bed held the girl's head rigidly in place and began 
pumping his hips up into her tightly availed mouth. Over half his cock 
disappeared into her greedily sucking young mouth as he plunged it home 
with vicious body-jolting strokes. The girl in the mask was going wild 
with her own lust as the whip cracked and hissed through the air again 
and again, leaving criss-crossing red welts on the girl's nakedly 
curling back and bucking stomach.

With a roar, the man whose cock was being sucked began thrashing his 
head back and forth. He fucked upward with all his might, thrusting so 
deep into her lust-constricted throat that the girl gagged. He was 
cumming, shooting his white hot sperm into the girl's voraciously 
sucking mouth.

But he had other plans for the blonde. The girl in the mask ceased her 
whipping to crouch and watch. The camera pulled in for a close-up. 
Nancy gasped as the man pulled his wildly jerking penis from the girl's 
mouth. The young blonde struggled, her lips puckering desperately to 
hold on to the hot pole of pulsating flesh. The man held her face in 
place as his whole body shuddered and tensed.  "Aaaaaaagggghhhaaaa!!" 
he roared. His eyes closed tightly as his cum began splattering all 
over the girl's helpless face. He held her head in place as jets of 
white hot sperm shot out and hit against her nose, her lips, her chin 
and forehead.

Nancy watched with her mouth open, not really believing what she saw. 
The tender young girl was so wild and debased by her passion that her 
mouth was open, eagerly trying to catch some of his spewing cum. She 
licked her lips and swallowed whatever she could, and cried out with a 
mindless desire for him to return his cock to her hungering mouth.

The man fucking her so brutally and insanely from behind bellowed out 
his triumph, and, his face twisting, he pulled his massively pulsating 
penis out at the last minute, and Nancy saw his thick white sperm shoot 
out. It jetted across the girl's bucking back in long white streaks, 
cries-crossing the crimson whip welts. It glistened obscenely in the 
light as he jerked and ejaculated his cum all over her back.

And then it was over, the two men releasing the poor debased girl and 
falling away, groaning, moving out of camera range, leaving the poor 
young blonde girl slumped helplessly on the bed, her naked body welted 
and bruised and covered with a coating of cum. She lay gasping for her 
breath while the girl in the mask crawled over and tangled her gloved 
hand in the disheveled blonde hair. She viciously yanked the girl's 
head up so that the camera could see the expression of pain and rapture 
on her ecstatic fifteen year old face. "Did you like that?"

The look on the young girl's face was unbelievable. Never had Nancy 
seen such a look of depraved rapture. The girl's expression was one of 
total depravity and pleasure. "Yes!" she hissed. Her eyes half-opened 
and she smiled lewdly at the camera as she licked at the cum around her 
mouth. "I loved it!"

The girl in the mask let the exhausted head drop. Again, she looked at 
the camera. "Now you have an idea of what Scorpio sex rites are!"

And the screen went white, blank, and a cry of approval went up from 
the audience.



Chapter 6


When the lights came on, the room was in an uproar. It was crowded and 
smoky and people were shouting. Nancy felt guilty and embarrassed for 
having seen such a lewd film, and she tried not to look at anyone as 
she threaded her way through the chairs and people.

"More! We want more!" the cry went up around the room, mainly from men. 
The state and degree of excitement in the room was high. The tension 
was mounting as people milled about. Some of the men seemed to be 
looking for someone to blame. A man seized Nancy by the arm. "Have you 
ever seen anything like that?" he asked, his eyes wide.

Nancy saw that he was a little drunk. With a start, she realized that 
she, herself, had -practically sobered up after watching the film. 
Dumbly, she shook her head and tried her best to pull away from the 
man.

"How do you suppose they get people to do that?" the man asked, still 
hanging on to her.

Nancy closed her eyes for a second and saw the whip snaking around the 
girl's slender waist and saw wild, bulging cocks, obscenely erect, 
jerking and shooting hot flowing cum all over the girl's face. And the 
face: rapture, ecstasy, depravity.

She shook her head again, more to get the images out of her mind than 
to answer the man. She felt she knew only too well how they got people 
to do that. The man's grip slipped from her arm, and she pushed through 
the crowd to be confronted by the red sweating face of Tom Nelson. He 
had a drink in either hand. He looked at Nancy and held out a glass. 
"Here, looks like you could use this."

Nancy took it without a word and drank half of it. Tom mopped his red 
face with a handkerchief. "I dunno," he muttered then drained his 
glass. He caught his breath then looked out over the crowd. "I dunno, I 
dunno if Chicago's going to go for this."

Dumbly, Nancy nodded. She still felt guilty and embarrassed by what she 
had seen. More, she felt guilty about what she had felt. Did anyone 
know? Did it show?

Rita, grinning self-consciously, pushed her way through the crowd. 
"Jesus Christ! How about that? Where's my drink?" Then she looked at 
Nancy's hand and said, "Oh, I see you got it. It's okay, I understand." 
She turned to Tom who was still watching the crowd, trying to guess or 
calculate its mood. "Honey, let's get the hell out of here."

Tom nodded. He handed Rita his empty drink and cupped his hands in 
front of his mouth. "FOLKS!" he called out over the sound of people 
protesting, "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE BAR IS NOW OPEN AND SERVING FOR 
THE NEXT FIFTEEN MINUTES ONLY!"

His announcement seemed to do the trick. The mood of the crowd turned 
to grumbling and complaining, and there was a general push and crush 
toward the room where the upstairs bar was situated.

Tom, Rita, and Nancy let themselves be carried along until they came to 
the stairwell. They peeled out of the crowd, helping one another, and 
threaded their way down the stairs and finally out into the hot humid 
night of the great city. Despite the heat, Nancy heaved a deep sigh. "I 
need a drink," Rita said.

They hailed a cab and sped back to the loop where Tom knew a bar. The 
three of them said very little in the cab and bar until they all downed 
one quick drink and Tom hastily ordered another round. "Whew, that was 
an explosive scene!" Tom sighed.

"Explosive!" Rita's eyebrows lifted. "I was sure I was going to get 
raped!"

"Me too!" Nancy added.

"Of course," Rita said with a casual shrug, "I'm not so sure I would 
have minded."

Nancy looked at her disbelieving.

Rita drank again and pointed a finger at Nancy. "Listen, don't try and 
tell me you weren't excited."

Nancy couldn't admit the feeling that was still churning in her. "You 
mean you liked that?"

"Liked it? I don't think that's the word," Rita said, looking off as if 
remembering it. "The point is, it's exciting as hell."

"Exciting?" Nancy pretended to be shocked.

"Hell, yes. Listen, there isn't a woman alive who hasn't, at one time 
or another, wondered about a scene like that."

"Do you mean to imply you have?" Nancy was still acting shocked. In 
fact, she really was. She never suspected that Rita would be so honest.

"Hell, yes! Listen, that picture has a kind of evil genius to it 
because it gets at a wish."

"Wish?"

"Sure. Every woman has wondered what it would be like to be a whore or 
to be raped. Every woman has wanted to be treated like that. Just once. 
Admit it, haven't you?"

Both Tom and Rita looked at her face, waiting for an answer, and Nancy 
felt it turn crimson and she hastily drained her glass. Tom snapped his 
fingers at the waiter for another round.

Changing the subject, he shook his head doubtfully. "I dunno. I'm 
afraid there's going to be hell to pay if that thing plays in a 
theater."

"It played in San Francisco," Rita said.

"That's different. I don't know."

The conversation died out as they sat and drank, each with their 
thoughts. It wasn't lost on either Tom or Rita that Nancy had failed to 
answer Rita's question.

They drank with Rita being vivacious. "Jesus, I'm too excited to call 
it a night. Why don't we do something exciting?"

"Like what?" Nancy was grateful for the conversation, hoping it would 
detract from her silence when Rita asked the question. In fact, she had 
thought with considerable excitement about what it would be like to be 
treated so obscenely and roughly. Another involuntary shudder went 
through her, and she hoped that neither noticed. "I don't feel like 
calling it a night, either," she said, more to fill the silence than 
anything.

Rita lightly and playfully punched her husband on the arm. "You're the 
big P.R. man. Can't you think of something? Pretend we're a couple of 
high-class clients. Pretend you've got to amuse us. What would you do? 
Where would you take us?"

Tom smiled and drained his glass, ordering still another round. "Well, 
last week I took some clients out to Cicero. Sin city. They wanted to 
go slumming."

"Really?" Rita's face was aglow. She looked at Nancy. "What do you 
say?"

Nancy was dubious. She had had enough sex for one night. It was getting 
late and she already had drunk too much and done things she shouldn't 
have. Already there were things she felt she couldn't tell Allan ... 
secrets it would be difficult to explain.

"Come on," Rita chided, good-naturedly. It was almost as if she were 
reading her thoughts. "We'll see the seamy side of things."

"I don't think so."

"Listen, you'll be in good hands with us and, what the hell, if you're 
going to be hung for a horse thief ..." Rita shrugged and downed her 
drink.

Nancy drank along with her, grinning mischievously. She tossed back her 
beautiful mane of black hair and emptied her glass and put it down. She 
blinked at the two full drinks that were sitting in front of her. It 
was an exciting night ... a once-in-a-lifetime night for her. She 
picked up her new drink and toasted Tom and Rita. Hung for a horse 
thief. Even in college, Rita always knew how to get Nancy going. Why 
not? It was only one night, and she was perfectly safe, and would never 
do such things ever again. Certainly not with Allan.

"Okay," she breathed and both girls laughed. "Where are we going?"

Tom was acting just a little drunk now. "Cicero. Lot's of strip joints. 
Actually, it's pretty tame compared to Scorpio Sex Rites."

Rita rolled her eyes. "You can say that again."

Nancy, beginning to feel the drinks heavily, giggled and agreed. "Wow, 
that was hot."

"Aha!" Rita pointed an accusing finger. All of them were a little silly 
and loose now. "See, I knew you were horny!"

"Well, so what if I was?" Nancy surprised even herself with her candor. 
They all laughed and Nancy shrugged and picked up her drink, spilling a 
little as she did so. "What the hell, I'm human."

"What did I tell you?" Rita asked her husband triumphantly. "What did I 
tell you? Didn't I say that my friend was all right? "

The three of them laughed and put their arms around one another and 
finished their drinks. Tom paid, tipping lavishly and drunkenly and 
they weaved, giggling and laughing, out of the bar, holding each other 
up. In the taxi, Nancy held her head and mumbled, "I'm smashed. I'm 
bombed. I'm going to be sick tomorrow."

Rita put her arm around her friend, squeezing her tightly. "Oh, honey, 
don't you worry. Listen, take two aspirin before you go to sleep and 
some vitamin B."

"Sleep? I'm going to pass out."

They all laughed. The long ride to Cicero was one of continual laughing 
and giggling. Nancy sat crammed between Rita and Tom. Both of them had 
their arms around her, and Nancy was feeling wonderfully naughty and 
daring. She felt she was going to remember this night for a long time 
to come. She didn't, at that drunken happy moment, realize how right 
she was.

They arrived in Cicero laughing and joking, piling out of the cab and 
staggering around on the sidewalk. One look told Nancy they were in a 
sleazy neighborhood. The street was lined with cheap bars with sagging 
rooming houses above them. Yet there was a carnival kind of atmosphere 
going on. People strolled the street. Drunks lurched along or else 
stood spraddled on a corner and delivered long, incoherent speeches. 
Music and laughter came from the bars. A patrol car silently cruised 
the block with quiet attentive policeman inside, watching, evaluating.

The bars were poor yet colorful. Dixieland jazz came from one, ragtime 
from another, as people spilled out onto the sidewalk, laughing and 
staggering, or couples pushed into bars that were dark ... barely 
lighted ... and groped along for a table or stool, watching one end of 
the bar that wasn't visible from the street. There, it was brightly 
lighted, and there one could always see a girl in various stages of 
undress. The block was renowned far and wide for its strippers, and 
they worked night and day, bumping and grinding it out, shedding their 
clothes until they stripped naked. Then, pumping their naked loins 
rhythmically and lewdly, they would dance off the tiny, brightly 
lighted stages. Into such a bar went Tom and Nancy and Rita.

Nancy let herself be guided in the pitch black. Tom had his hands 
around her slender, beautifully molded waist while Rita, behind her, 
placed her cupped hands high on Nancy's fully swaying buttocks. Nancy 
jumped when she felt the hands ... thinking: aren't they kind of low? 
Rita's hands were virtually cupping the snowy twin cheeks of her 
sensuously shaped ass. Nancy could feel her warming fingers through the 
material and her flimsy panties. She reasoned, drunkenly, that it was 
only Rita, and it was dark and no one could see and ... it felt good.

The small, dimly lit bar was crowded and the three of them found they 
had to stand at the bar. Most of the people in the bar were men and 
most of them were drinking beer from bottles and watching the stage at 
one end of the bar. It was a tiny stage, barely big enough for one 
person to stand and do a little dancing. The juke box was blaring out a 
rock tune, and a young girl was dancing up on the stage.

In the dark, feeling Rita's hands almost caressing her softly full 
buttocks, feeling Tom's arm around her waist and feeling his big beefy 
hand sliding over her stomach, Nancy permitted herself a smutty smile. 
She felt wicked and was dying to tell someone where they had been and 
what they had seen. If people only knew, they wouldn't be so interested 
in the stripper, if people only knew, the stripper would seem mild in 
comparison. Nancy watched the stripper with a calculating eye.

The girl was down to a spangled brassiere and a sequined G-string. She 
was very young and had a voluptuously slender body with a slim waist 
and big breasts that bounced and quivered as she danced. She was 
wearing high heels that helped exhibit her shapely legs and figure all 
the more. Her eyes and wet lips making a pouty expression, she lewdly 
thrust her groin out. Idly, her fingers toyed with the G-string. "Take 
it off!" a gruff voice came from the dark audience.

Slightly drunk, Nancy cocked an eyebrow. She leaned back and turned her 
head, whispering into Rita's ear. "Hell, I could do better than she 
is."

As if to answer, Rita gently kneaded the vibrant flesh of Nancy's hips 
and let her fingers slip lower to gently feel the voluptuous curves of 
her ass-cheeks and that velvety tingling place where her cheeks met up 
between her legs. Nancy felt as if her face was on fire as she slowly 
and wantonly wiggled her hips and buttocks.

Tom, feeling her lewd motion with his hand and arm, looked down at her 
luscious torso. Drunkenly, his eyes bloodshot, he asked, "Whatcha say?"

Nancy licked her lips. Her mouth was bone dry from repressed 
excitement. "I said I could do better than she is."

Tom looked blearily at the stage, at the young stripper who held the 
curtain between her writhing thighs and ground a rhythm out. "Hell, 
yes. Damn right!" he said.

The three of them laughed together, and it seemed that Tom and Rita 
were fondling her rather ... intimately. Their hands were getting a 
little bold. Nancy laughed from tension and excitement. She was in a 
wildly drunken mood ... the kind of mood she knew could end up in a 
sick headache or intense excitement. Something was in the air ... it 
was no ordinary night in her life ... she began dancing, her feet in 
place, only her body moving in a sensuous rhythm in time to the music. 
She let her magnificent hips do a bump and grind. Actually, she was 
mocking the girl on the stage, yet it came out as brazen and sexy, and 
Nancy swiped one hand over her eyes, amazed at her own audacity. She 
had moved like a slut, and the feeling she got from it was daring and 
... exciting.

Tom and Rita let go of her and pressed away from her, giving her a 
little room in which to dance.

Closing her eyes and running her hands through her long, coal-black 
hair, Nancy let herself go and was surprised by her carnal thoughts as 
she let her hips sway and pump lewdly.

It all happened spontaneously ... none of it was really planned ... 
Nancy began dancing and found herself carried away by the daring idea 
... she knew she was good and better than the girl up on the stage. She 
opened her eyes to see she was dancing in the dark, ringed around by 
tightly observant faces. Men were all around her ... she saw their 
faces ... saw Tom and Rita grinning ... saw more and more faces turned 
to her as she danced. She danced with her arms held away from her body. 
Her ripely curving hips swaying with a liquid lewdness. The men watched 
her with tight, horny smiles. Here was a truly beautiful girl ... here 
was a girl with a face and figure that looked like it belonged at some 
wealthy country club ... here was class with a body that was nothing 
short of magnificent. The regulars on the block pressed around her. 
They had heard of girls like her coming to slum and staying to lewdly 
fuck all comers. Each of them had heard stories or seen such a thing 
happen; now, in front of them, it was happening once more, and they 
were all going to be involved in a night to remember.

It was obvious to everyone that Nancy was almost in a wanton mood and 
trance. She danced with her full sensuous mouth parted in a slack 
smile, showing her clean white teeth and wetly parted lips. Her eyes 
were melting and heavy-ridded. It was obvious she had too much to 
drink, for she swayed as she danced, catching herself with a lewd loose 
hip movement.

Nancy danced and the men moved, always a ring around her, always 
guiding her toward the stage. Nancy could hear the music getting louder 
and she moved toward the sound, running her open hands slowly up and 
down her lovely long thighs. The ring of men parted and Nancy saw the 
brightly lit empty stage. Her eyes were languid and smoky, as she saw 
the stage and slowly realized that the stripper was gone.

Her smile broadened as she boldly stepped up on the tiny stage and 
stood with her back to the audience, her hands tangled in her long 
hair. Wantonly, provocatively, teasing every man in the place, she 
thrust out her smoothly rounded buttocks and let them undulate and 
slowly rotate in time with the music. She didn't care much where the 
stripper was and assumed she had left. At that moment, Nancy wasn't 
thinking much ... she was feeling.

She was feeling more lascivious and lewd than she ever imagined she 
could. Her proudly thrusting huge breasts were rising and falling as 
she panted for breath, yet she could not stop her body from writhing 
and undulating slowly.

She waved her broad, beautifully shaped buttocks at the audience then 
whirled around to face them, her back arched, her proud young breasts 
thrust out, and slowly, obscenely thrust her pelvis out at the men.

A film of perspiration was on her face and her smile was lewd and easy, 
her eyes unfocused, her mind awhirl with pulsating feeling and drunken 
daring. Her brassiere barely covered her huge melon-round breasts, and 
every man looked, realizing it was all real: she looked even better 
than when dressed.

Nancy closed her eyes as her body swayed rhythmically in time to the 
music. Her pelvis pumped lazily back and forth in a parody of stand-up 
fucking as she slowly reached and slipped one brassiere strap off her 
shoulder.

At the bar, Tom whispered something hastily in Rita's ear and she dug 
in her purse, coming up with a miniature camera. Tom was all action, 
checking the camera quickly, no longer so "drunk" as he had seemed. He 
was unobtrusive as he raised the tiny camera to one eye, squinted, and 
clicked off a picture.

On the tiny stage, Nancy was all sensuous motion. Her hips moved freely 
in a wanton way. Both of the thin black straps of her brassiere were 
slipped off her shoulders. She reached behind herself with both hands, 
her fingers toying with the hook. Her ripely rounded breasts were 
forced to jut out even more above her incredibly slender waist and 
lasciviously flaring hips.

The clasp popped free and her brassiere leaped forward, her breasts 
actually seeming to swell in pride and freedom. Her hands caught the 
flimsy brassiere and she held it for a long tantalizing moment before 
taking her hands away ... Ietting it fall silently to the floor.

The men pressed tighter around the stage now as Nancy closed her eyes 
and lifted her arms, letting her fingers tangle in her ink-black hair 
and also raising her out thrust breasts even more. She danced in lewd 
rhythm to the music while Tom clicked pictures of her naked to the 
waist. All the men were looking at her naked breasts, at her darkly 
pointed nipples that were growing even more bulleted, betraying the 
sexual excitement she was feeling. Her nervous hands tried to cover 
them up and all she succeeded in doing was making herself all the more 
provocative. Her hands cupped her breasts as if she were offering them 
to each and every man present. Beads of sweat could be seen forming on 
her shoulders and torso, and sweat snaked seductively down her deep 
cleavage, calling attention to how perfectly rounded and formed her big 
ripe breasts were. Men sipped their beer and licked their lips as their 
eyes stared at her lushly molded mounds of soft warm flesh.

Except for the blaring music, the room was silent now. The bartenders 
had stopped serving and crammed down to one end of the bar to watch the 
stunning young woman on the stage. The place was packed with people 
coming in from the sidewalk, sensing something special was going on

And Nancy knew it! She stood up on the little stage and felt a lewd 
power and a strange pleasurable sense of humiliation, baring her 
breasts to strange men who only thought of carnal things. It was 
exciting and oddly satisfying. Nancy felt she had them in her power, 
and a wildly wanton voice in her was urging her on. Smiling, her eyes 
half-closed, she let her hands slip down to her waist, to where her 
dress was bunched and gathered. Wiggling her hips lewdly, thrusting her 
pelvis out in wild time to the music, she shimmied out of the dress. 
She peeled and rolled it over her wide hips until it fell free to the 
floor and then she stepped out of it, wearing nothing but high heels 
and delicately gossamer panties. The panties were black and contrasted 
startlingly with her velvety white skin. In wiggling out of the dress, 
she had unwittingly pulled the panties half off and each and every man 
there could see how voluptuously she was built. Her little belly was 
delicately sculptured and defined, her hips swayed fully and easily and 
flared out excitingly. Her thighs were full and cubed sensuously. 
Nearly naked, Nancy was far more appealing than she had been with her 
clothes on.

Her eyes liquid and giddy with booze, she let her wet lips relax in a 
lewd smile as she danced, cupping her breasts provocatively again as 
she slowly turned her back on the tightly knotted audience. The men 
were not to be cheated, for they were seeing a new view of her 
buttocks. The flimsy black material of her panties only served to 
outline her snowy twin cheeks. With all her lewd hip movements, the 
filmy material had ridden up, being caught in the velvety deep crevice 
between her ass-cheeks, allowing her quivering, seductively undulating 
flesh to be freely seen.

Nancy turned again and all the men looked at her sensuously jutting 
mound of Venus and the thick velvet lips of her cunt pressed against 
the thin band of her panties.

Her eyes almost closed, her nostrils flaring, Nancy undulated in place 
while her open hands caressed her naked thighs. She crouched a little 
and let her hips pump obscenely back and forth while her hands slid 
provocatively up and down her long curving thighs. Her nakedly sweating 
breasts heaved up and down as she tried to work up enough nerve to 
remove her last bit of clothing, her flimsy panties.

The problem was solved for her. Hands, unable to contain themselves, 
reached out of the blackness and caressed her. Nancy jumped and moved 
back at first, then grinned lasciviously and let the hands do what they 
wanted. She raised her arms above her head and danced in place as wild 
hands fluttered like feeding birds all over her body. Brazenly, her 
breasts were caressed and then kneaded and pinched. Lewd fingers hooked 
into her panties and tugged at them, pulling them down.

She was suddenly naked!

She threw her head back, exposing her white throat and let her long 
black hair thrash about as she felt her panties down around her knees. 
She was stark naked in front of strangers! She felt rough hot hands all 
over her shapely buttocks while fingers pinched her nipples into a 
searing, obscenely exciting life. Callused hands probed at her gently 
rounded mound of Venus and roughly scratched at her downy pubic hair. A 
shudder of pure lust racked her lovely body as she felt one wild finger 
probe deeper, caressing her wetly throbbing cuntal lips, pushing them 
aside and slipping maddeningly back and forth in the lubrication it 
found there.

Her arms raised high, her head thrown back, Nancy's eyes were wild and 
wide as she realized fully what she was doing. She was naked and 
strange men were rapidly caressing her into an obscenely exciting 
state. Her mind reeled, the room tilted. Someone called out, "Watch 
it!" and hands were all over her, supporting her now. Tom was still 
clicking pictures as Nancy looked around with unfocused, 
uncomprehending eyes. The last thing she saw was Rita pushing to her 
side with a look of concern on her face.

Then her eyelids fluttered and she passed out.



Chapter 7


She awoke with a start, with a stifled scream in her throat as she sat 
up, rigid, wild-eyed. Almost as quickly, she groaned aloud and held her 
head with both hands and fell back on the bed. One swift glance before 
pain shot through her head and eyeballs told her she was at home. She 
fell back with a low moan. At least she was home, in her own bed. She 
was safe.

Her hangover was monumental. She had never had one before in her whole 
life and she wondered how she was going to get through the day.

Then events started happening. So much happened so fast that she almost 
forgot her hammering headache. A new kind of sickness was to overtake 
her: fear! In a few minutes Nancy was going to feel something not many 
people care to experience or know: she was going to find out what it 
was like to be blackmailed.

The door to the bedroom opened and Nancy gasped, pulling the covers up. 
She sighed with relief as she saw it was Rita. Good old Rita with a 
cold glass of tomato juice in one hand and a fizzing glass of Bromo 
Seltzer in the other. Without saying a word, she offered the Bromo to 
the grateful young wife who took it with trembling hands and gulped it 
down. Next, she grabbed the tomato juice and gulped. Anything wet 
tasted good. Rita sat on the edge of the bed and looked down. She 
seemed different to Nancy; a little woe-be-gone, a little defeated. 
Nancy assumed she was suffering from a hangover too. Rita looked down 
at her hands and bit her lip. Tears, like glistening slivers, welled up 
in her eyes. She looked down at Nancy and whispered, "I'm sorry."

Nancy put a protective hand on her own fevered forehead and nodded. 
"God, I've never felt so awful in all my life. Rita ..." she looked up 
at her old school friend. "I ... I don't remember everything. I ... I 
guess I got kind of out of bind"

Rita brushed her tears away and smiled bravely. "You were just ... 
carried away, that's all"

"I'm so ashamed."

"Don't be."

"Rita," she gripped her friends hand. "Promise me one thing. Promise me 
you'll never tell Allan. Above all, he mustn't know."

Rita looked away, starting to cry again.

Nancy propped herself up on one elbow, holding the sheet up in front of 
herself to cover her nudity. "Rita, what's the matter? What did I do? 
Did I say something awful or did I do something terrible?" She looked 
around suspiciously. "Say, how did I get here?"

Rita controlled herself. "You passed out, and Tom and I brought you 
home. You didn't do or say anything. In fact, the owners of the bar 
were a little worried when you passed out. They were worried about a 
lawsuit, so they helped us get you dressed, and Tom and I brought you 
home. I undressed you and got you to bed."

Nancy sank back on the pillow again. "Thank God."

"It's not what you think."

"Huh?"

"It's not what you think," Rita went on in a hard voice. "My life. 
Tom's. He was a different person when I first met him. Now ... it's all 
different. It's not what you think."

Nancy was feeling too awful to fully comprehend what Rita was trying to 
tell her. "What do you mean?"

Rita was obviously upset and barely controlling herself. "Tom and me 
... it's not what it looks like. Tom is drinking too much and ... he's 
different."

"Rita, what are you getting at."

Rita seemed grateful for the chance to talk. For the first time Nancy 
noticed how hollowed her eyes were and how her hands shook. "Tom found 
some weaknesses in me. He saw it. We make so much money, but we're 
always in debt. Tom says you have to spend money in order to make 
money. He drinks too much ... and ... well ... some of the parties get 
a little ... raw."

Nancy nodded. "Like last night."

Rita shrugged. "Last night was really pretty tame compared to some ... 
parties."

Both girls were silent, looking questioningly at one another. Rita's 
hands were clenched together in her lap. "You see ... Tom knows ... 
well, he knows I like to do certain things. And ... well, each client 
is more important than the last. Tom puts out money to make connections 
and the clients are getting bigger and bigger and ... they want more."

Again, they were silent, looking at one another. Rita tried to manage a 
smile. "Tom uses me. Uses my body. He's going to use yours."

Nancy sat up in bed, her hangover forgotten. "Rita, do you know what 
you're saying?"

Tears welling again, Rita could only nod. "I need a drink," she managed 
to choke. She staggered up from the bed and across the room. At the 
door she bumped into Tom. He laughed and stepped aside, somewhat 
unsteady on his feet.

Rita ran from sight, and Nancy checked her covering and sank back into 
bed. Tom stood by the door with an inevitable drink in his hand, his 
face red and beefy, a drunken smile on his face. "Knock, knock," he 
said.

"What's the matter with Rita?" Nancy asked, her voice calm and cool.

Tom sauntered into the room, casually waving a hand, "You know how 
women are. Probably hung over. Say, speaking of little old hangovers, 
how's our little old star, huh?" He came to the edge of the bed and 
grinned down at her.

"Tom, I'm ashamed of what I did."

Drunkenly, he waved a hand. "Don't be. Was great, jus' great." He 
drank, winking at her and pointing at the glass. "Little old hair-of-
the-dog. Have one?"

Nancy groaned and felt her stomach churn. "Tom, would you leave for a 
moment? I want to get dressed."

"Why?" he leered. "I've seen you. Oh, almost forgot. Got something for 
you." He casually reached into his jacket pocket and brought out an 
envelope. He tossed it on the bed. "Little something for you."

Curious, Nancy picked the envelope up and opened it. It was heavy with 
glossy pictures ... snapshots of her. She gasped. There she was, stark 
naked and being pawed by strange men with tattoos on their arms and 
leers on their faces! Her own expression was one of drunken abandon and 
wild ungovernable excitement. She looked up, nostrils flaring, at a 
grinning Tom. "Any of those you want blown up, just let me know."

"You ... you ..." words failed her as her face reddened in shame and 
anger. "You ... scum!"

He frowned then grinned again. "That's a little harsh, I'd say."

"You took these?"

"Thought maybe you'd like a little memory of a wild night. Something to 
look at on a long winter night. Something for you and Allan to enjoy."

Nancy stared up at his red, grinning face. She was too stunned and 
angry to say anything. She looked at the pictures once again. There 
were no negatives in the envelope. She looked up at him with real 
hatred and fear coming over her. Quietly, she asked, "Okay, what do you 
want?"

"Well, for one thing, I want another drink. Nice Scotch Allan keeps."

"Don't be funny. How much?"

Tom shrugged and looked innocent. "I don't know what you mean."

One lacquered fingernail tapped the envelope. "How much do you want for 
the pictures and negatives? You're blackmailing me, aren't you?"

Tom looked incredulous. "Me? Blackmail? Oh, baby, have you got the 
wrong idea. Listen ... I just took those because I thought you'd like 
having them. Honest! Hell, it was just a joke."

Nancy looked at him dubiously. "Honest? I can have the negatives?"

"Hell, yes! I don't have them with me. Listen, I want us all to be 
friends! Blackmail? Believe me, that's the farthest thing from my mind. 
Hell, all we have to do is go on being friends. Hell, I don't want you 
doing anything that you don't really enjoy."

Nancy frowned, a cold bar of fear forming in the pit of her stomach. 
"What?"

Tom waved a beefy hand and was very casual. "I'm whipping up something 
for a client. Be nice if you were there, you know, just to ... well, 
entertain a little."

"Entertain?"

"Yeah, you know. Fool around. Like last night. I wouldn't ask you to do 
anything that you wouldn't want to do."

"Tom, are you serious?" She sat up in bed, holding a sheet around her 
big pointed breasts.

Tom's expression changed completely. He went from a benign chuckling 
state, to a nasty seriousness. "You'll see just how serious I am if you 
don't show up when and where I tell you!"

"T ... Tom, you're ... insane!"

"Am I?" His boozy bloodshot eyes stared down at her. "We'll see. 
Listen, I don't want money from you. All I want you to do is what 
you're dying to do and haven't got enough guts."

"W ... what?"

"Don't try to snow me. I know what you're like under all that good 
breeding and debutante crap. Listen, I saw you during that movie." His 
beefy face was thrust in front of hers and she could smell the alcohol 
on his breath. With a sudden snarl and a swiftness and strength that 
surprised her, he snatched at the sheets and pulled them down. 
Involuntarily, Nancy huddled defensively, putting her legs together and 
putting her hands over her breasts and pubic hair. Tom smirked down at 
her naked cowering. "See ... I know what you're like. I watched you 
watching that Scorpio film. Well, I'm going to tell you something." His 
voice dropped low. "I'm going to stage a thing just like that. I'm 
going to set it up, and guess who's going to star? You!"

Nancy was speechless with horror as she tried to hide her defenselessly 
naked body from his contemptuous gaze.

He laughed harshly. "Okay, blackmail. If you want those pictures back, 
you'll do it. You'll do as I say and when I say it. If not ... copies 
go to your husband, old Allan the stuff shirt, and copies go to the 
Board of Allan's bank. In fact, I'll sell those pies anywhere I can. 
That's it."

"You filthy scum!"

Tom straightened up with an easy grin. "Maybe, but you be there or 
explain a lot to Allan. I'm sure he'll understand."

"Drunken bastard!"

Tom looked at his empty glass and nodded. "Maybe. But you'd better be 
there when I call." He chuckled, wagging his head. "I don't know why 
I'm going on about it. Hell, you'll be there."

She flared up, almost shouting. "What gives you that wild idea?"

He looked at her for a minute before he spoke. When he spoke, it was 
with a voice that was quiet and easy, carrying the conviction of truth. 
"You'll be there. You'll come and I'll give you the negatives. But 
you'll be there, because you really want to be there. You're basically 
an exhibitionist at heart ... an exhibitionist and a masochist ... and 
an over-sexed broad."

Nancy was too stunned. Stupidly, she said, "What?"

He went on, quiet, confident. "You love it, Nancy. You're dying for it. 
Admit it, you loved it all, the motion picture, the men last night!"

"N ... no!"

"You love it. I'm an alcoholic, but I know what you are, and you'll be 
there." He sauntered to the bedroom door and held up the glass. "Thanks 
for the drinkee-poo and I'll be calling you." He stepped out, closing 
the door, leaving Nancy to face herself.

And that had been the beginning of it all. The blackmail had started 
with that one drunken night. And it was as if Nancy Dodge had fallen 
into a quagmire of quicksand; the more she struggled, the deeper she 
went into the evil ... and her torment and guilt knew no bounds.

Tom Nelson had been right. She had gone. She had driven to the estate 
of Fred Hartman for the first time and met Tom. He had been half-drunk 
and smug, sure of himself. Like he had said, she had gone. She had to. 
Tom was clever ... he arranged the party to coincide with Allan being 
out of town. Besides, he was right! She was in a state of near sexual 
frenzy for days before the party. On the day of the party, she did 
housework and shopping, but she could think of nothing else. By 
afternoon, she was drinking and so horny and excited that she could 
barely contain herself.

She drove slowly, carefully, so sexually excited she could barely see 
the road. She told herself she had to go ... she was being blackmailed. 
And ... the very thought of being forced to do something lewd against 
her will set off a flood-wall of lust in her. The more she drank, the 
more reckless she became ... just once, once to give in to raw lust and 
depravity ... two men ... other things ... !!

The more excited she became, the more controlled her behavior. She was 
calculating and carefully dressed as she left the house. She was cool 
and remotely polite as she was introduced to Fred Hartman. She looked 
at him and didn't know he was a man who would change her life. He was 
polite and lofty ... tall and thin and bored looking. Nancy noticed 
that everyone treated her with great politeness. Rita was no where to 
be seen, and the party consisted of only a handful of middle-aged men 
who looked successful.

She was led to a guest room where her every wish was attended to. She 
had a private and luxurious bath and food and fine Scotch to drink. A 
man, a servant and chauffeur that Nancy was going to come to know as 
Herman, showed her a cigarette box carved out of teakwood. "Hashish, 
mam. It would help if you had some." Nancy didn't ... that first time 
... but later she came to need and rely on it.

She had a television set that Herman turned on. "Closed circuit," he 
explained as he left the room.

Nancy gazed at the set and saw a film of a naked young girl writhing on 
the bed. Cynically, she smiled. They were going to show her smokers, 
porny films, to get her in the mood. With a fatalistic masochism that 
made her feel depraved and excited, she poured herself a drink and 
watched the lewd and obscene conduct on the television.

They gave her all the time in the world to get ready. She thought they 
would come for her and rip her clothes off and drag her out to be 
ravished and raped. They didn't. They gave her time to think ... and 
drink. They gave her time to look at the teakwood box. She looked more 
closely at it: a naked couple were carved on the lid, writhing 
together, their mouths sucking on each other's genitals.

She looked away and drank. They gave her plenty of time to get 
acquainted with her surroundings. They gave her time to watch the 
closed circuit TV. She saw a close-up of a naked man sitting in a 
chair. His erection was enormous and obscene. A young girl ... very 
young ... was obediently kneeling between his thighs and holding the 
shaft of his hard cock with her fingers. Her tongue lashed out and 
wantonly curled around the swelling mushroom head. Her wet lips played 
slippery tricks, sliding and sucking the very tip of the lust-thickened 
penis. The girl's lewd teasing was obviously having its effect on the 
man ... he grabbed her head brutally with both his hands and, at the 
same time, savagely thrust his hips upward and forward, sinking his 
thick shaft of hard flesh deep in the girl's mouth. Nancy watched the 
girl's face as she closed her eyes and her wet lips closed tightly 
around the shaft ... and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked.

Nancy drained her glass and turned from the TV. She looked in a wall 
mirror, seeing her stunning good looks and her wildly voluptuous figure 
that even her dress couldn't hide. She grinned at her carnage, slightly 
drunk. It was real ... it simply wasn't real that she was here, on an 
estate, about to do something lewd. What was it Tom had said? Scorpio. 
The word sent a deliciously depraved thrill through her. Hastily, she 
poured herself another drink before returning to the mirror.

She stood looking in the mirror, taking in her own figure, turning this 
way and that. It was an incredible figure, fully developed ... soft in 
the right places and curved. She smiled at her image again and was 
proud of it. She drank and turned to the TV. The young girl was naked 
now sitting in the chair. The man was kneeling in front of her and had 
forced the young thing to put her legs up on the arms of the chair. Her 
knees were hooked over the arms of the chair and her full firm thighs 
were obscenely split wide open. Apparently it wasn't enough to satisfy 
the man who roughly spread the girl's eagerly trembling legs even wider 
apart, forcing her to shove her glistening pink cunt forward to the 
edge of the chair. The man grinned lewdly and slowly spread the wetly 
throbbing lips of the girl's pussy before lasciviously burying his face 
into the hair-lined opening.

Nancy groaned aloud and her free hand brushed over her own stomach and 
groin. Lust crept through her craven flesh and nerves like a slow warm 
syrup ... if she kept watching the screen, she knew she was going to 
become insanely horny. She poured herself still another drink and tried 
not to think of what she was involved in. She ignored the TV and went 
to the bathroom to see what it was like. It shocked her: The walls were 
covered with excellent photographs of men and women naked, fondling one 
another. Scenes of graphic sex had her panting a little. She fled the 
bathroom and had to look at the TV screen again. The girl was still in 
the chair, but now her head was flailing back and forth with an 
abandoned passion as her hips churned and ground wildly upward against 
the man's tongue darting, licking, and stabbing deep into her wantonly 
writhing cunt. Nancy moaned ... just once ... a sound of hunger and 
despair.

They gave her plenty of time ... time to watch the TV and look at the 
teakwood box and the photos and murals in the bathroom ... time to 
drink. They gave her so much time she began to think they had forgotten 
about her.

By the time they did come to get her ... she was more than ready ... 
giddy with drink and half naked. Already, she was in a lewd mood as she 
sprawled in a chair, one leg swung up over an arm, her dress pulled up 
to expose the white crotch band of her panties. Her dress was open in 
the front and her brassiere unclasped, allowing a good view of her 
beautifully rounded mounds. Her long black hair was wild and gypsy-
like. She grinned up at Herman and Ben who had to fetch her.

"Hi."

She was actually ready to fuck both of them right there, ready for an 
orgy right in the chair. Her loins were hungrily throbbing, achingly 
teasing her. She had been alone for two hours, thinking of the Scorpio 
sex rites and of her strip-tease in the Cicero bar and all those greedy 
masculine hands all over her. She had sat watching the films on closed 
circuit TV and wondered if she was going to be filmed thus furthering 
her blackmail ... and depravity. She had wandered back into the 
bathroom and taken her time, looking at each of the photos and murals. 
She had sat and watched obscene sex on TV and had time to think. Plenty 
of time ... and plenty of Scotch. By the time they came to get her, she 
was in the mood for an almost suicidal orgy ... one wantonly abandoned 
fling in her life ... one time.

By the time they came to get her she wasn't thinking at all clearly ... 
and she didn't care to! She was feeling!

Herman and Ben smiled at her almost maliciously as they ordered her to 
her feet. They grinned at one another as she slowly swung her leg down 
and got up, eyeing them with a wicked smile.

Herman cleared his throat. "Take your clothes off."

They stood looking at her with insinuating smiles and politely waited 
for her to strip. Nancy felt a certain kind of lewdness in their 
attitude. It was exciting stripping naked so casually in front of two 
strange men. With a shiver of promised delights, she wondered what they 
were going to do to her. She stripped very quickly down to her 
brassiere and panties and stood looking at the men defiantly, her huge 
breasts, heavy and as well-rounded as musk-melons, proudly thrust out. 
She noted the effect on Herman and Ben and was pleased.

Slowly, taking her time and driving both of the men wild, she undid the 
clasp to her brassiere. Her softly lascivious breasts were closely 
confined by the material of the brassiere. They seemed to swell right 
before the men's hungry eyes. They spread out wantonly ... almost 
brazenly as Nancy smirked, seeing how Herman clenched his fists and how 
Ben ground his teeth together. She discovered facets of her soul and 
feelings she never dreamed she possessed ... she enjoyed teasing the 
animals. Letting the tip of her tongue wetly lick her lips, she thrust 
her hips and pelvis insolently forward. She stood with her hands on her 
flaring hips, naked save for flimsy bikini panties. Slowly, brazenly, 
jutting her hips even more obscenely forward, she rolled the material 
of her panties down. They were skin-tight on her voluptuous body and 
she peeled them slowly down, the red tip of her tongue wetly sticking 
out of her mouth, her big beautiful eyes merry and impudent.

Almost sadistically ... sadism being the other side of the masochistic 
coin ... she peeled and rolled the panties down until they resembled 
nothing more than an inadequate G-string. Intuitively, she knew what 
would arouse the men even more, and so she slowly and insolently turned 
around, allowing them a hungry view of her almost naked buttocks and 
the lascivious way her firmly rounded ass-cheeks rocked and undulated 
one against the other as she shifted her weight.

She turned and faced the men again brazenly taking her time, watching 
the bodyguard-butler Ben wipe the back of his hand over his cruel mouth 
... her eyes darting to take in Herman's hand and how he barely 
resisted the impulse to rip her panties off her voluptuous body that 
was so tauntingly displayed in front of him. Nancy smiled, "So near and 
yet so far."

"Hurry up!"

"Why?" She mocked them, her eyes innocently wide.

Menacingly, Herman stepped toward her and, with a little irritating 
laugh, Nancy pulled the panties down and let them fall silently and 
softly to the floor. Hands posed temptingly on her hips, she stepped 
back and let both hungry men take in her lasciviously naked form.

Herman broke the silence, turning to the door. "Come on, Mr. Hartman is 
waiting."

Nakedly brazen, Nancy strolled to me door that Herman held open for her 
with Ben tensely following. She walked down a long hall with her proud 
buttocks rocking back and forth. She felt amazingly alive ... every 
nerve in her body was throbbing with a wild implacable excitement and 
lust. She enjoyed being obscenely naked in front of these men and 
driving them wild. Passing a mirror, she glanced and noted with 
satisfaction mat neither man could take his eyes from her seductively 
undulating body.

The hall led into a big room full of cigar smoke and men standing 
around talking. A silence fell over the room as the trio walked in, 
Nancy with her hands impudently and provocatively placed on her hips. 
With a slightly drunken, superior smile, she glanced around the room. 
Fred Hartman, tall and austere, was quietly watching her, that almost 
clinical look of detachment on his face. All of me other occupants were 
men ... Rita was nowhere to be seen ... Tom was leaning heavily against 
the wet bar in one corner, pouring himself still another drink. His 
face was beet-red and he was very drunk ... perhaps not even aware that 
Nancy was there. All the other men were older ... in their forties and 
fifties. One man with graying hair looked at Nancy with an evil smirk. 
"Well, well, this is a nice piece of dessert."

Nancy stuck her tongue out brazenly and sauntered away from the men 
like a showgirl, her naked hips switching, her voluptuous ass twitching 
temptingly. The men looked at her walk and then one another, laughing 
lewdly and with a barely contained excitement.

She was helped up on a small platform at one end of the room. The 
platform contained a big bed and nothing else. The platform was draped 
by black velvet, showing off her naked flesh to every advantage. The 
moment she stepped up on the platform, the lights began to dim and soon 
she was alone, standing in a cone of soft light.

She smiled brazenly, not losing her sudden lewd confidence. She gazed 
out at the darkness, hearing the appreciative murmur of the men as they 
settled themselves comfortably around the stage. Dimly, she could see 
the tall thin figure of Fred Hartman settling into a chair right in 
front of her.

Then, something happened ... something happened to make Nancy's 
insolence vanish.

It was a sound ... it was the sound of a whip whistling dangerously 
through the air and culminating with a nasty crack---like a gun shot---
as it snapped. The whip hissed again and again and Nancy's face became 
startled and afraid. It was going to be like the Scorpio sex rites! In 
all her lewd excitement and new found power, she had forgotten!

Swaying drunkenly, she attempted to leave the stage. She found Ben and 
Herman at either side, and the menacing expression on their faces told 
her they were in no mood for any more of her brazen defiance. She 
backed away, looking around desperately, trying to find a way out.

Before she could move, the black velvet curtains were snapped aside and 
there stood Rita with a whip in her hand!

It was almost as if time itself stopped! Nothing, no one moved! 
Everyone looked at Rita standing there so wantonly threatening, so 
wildly obscene! She wore nothing but high-heeled black boots that came 
up to just below her knee and a black mask that covered her eyes. She 
stood there with her legs wide apart, magnificently lewd with her fully 
ripened breasts jutting out. Completely naked, she idly swished the 
whip back and forth on the floor. Nancy could see Rita's eyes behind 
the mask ... they were wild, mad, eagerly determined. Her whole manner 
was changed ... it wasn't like Rita ... it was like some she-devil bent 
on something wicked.

"Thas'h my wife."

It was Tom, from the back of the room, in the dark, by the bar.

The calm voice of Fred Hartman cut through. "Somebody please show that 
idiot out."

His drunken mutterings failed to change the electric atmosphere in the 
room ... Rita took no notice. Nancy took slinking steps backwards, away 
from her ... instinctively, knowing, sensing that it would do no good 
to try and talk to or reason with Rita. Now she understood why she had 
cried and was so upset. Nancy crouched and cowered, trying to hide her 
voluptuous nakedness, realizing that she and Rita were too much alike 
... she understood what Rita was doing and feeling!

Nancy's futile efforts to cover her quaking limbs and nakedly quivering 
breasts only served to excite her audience even more. Each person 
present realized they were going to see something bizarre and wanton 
... something orgiastic ... they could feel it in the very still air of 
the room ...

"On the bed." It was Rita's voice and it wasn't Rita's voice. Its tone 
insinuated a threat and the smutty promise of lewd things.

All Nancy could do was shake her head.

Instantly, maliciously, the whip snapped across the stage and cracked 
sharply next to Nancy's shoulder, making her jump and cower with fear. 
"Get on that bed. Lie down on the bed!" Rita's voice told everyone that 
she wouldn't tolerate any nonsense. In case anyone doubted her, she 
lazily flicked the whip sideways and the men saw the black whip snake 
its way around the incredibly well-formed and slender waist of Nancy. 
They saw her wince as the tip of the whip bit painfully into her tender 
flesh. She was almost pulled off balance as Rita jerked the whip back 
and stood ... menacingly, sexually, with her legs far apart, her 
excitedly moistened cuntal lips glistening in the overhead spotlight.

Rubbing the painful red spot on her satin stomach, Nancy fearfully 
obeyed, crawling up on the bed and looking beseechingly at Rita who 
swaggered in front of her, grinning cruelly now that she had made the 
young dark-haired wife do something.

Nancy didn't notice Herman and Ben coming up on the platform ... not 
until it was too late. She looked up and gasped as they seized her by 
either arm, grabbing her slender wrists in their iron grips. She was 
forced flat on her back and her arms were spread wide and raised above 
her head. "N ... nnno!" she pleaded, not knowing what they were going 
to do to her.

She saw immediately. From under the bed they brought steel cuffs and 
clicked them locked shut over her wrists with a frighteningly final 
metallic sound. The other end of the cuffs were locked to the head of 
the bed; she was caught, pinned, trapped, lying flat on her back with 
her arms stretched wide above her head. She struggled, twisting this 
way and that, trying to get free. She only succeeded in knowing how 
completely she was trapped. Her proud young breasts quivered and spread 
in an obscene and inviting way. After a short struggle, she lay still, 
panting, her melon-ripe breasts heaving, while Rita gloated at the edge 
of the bed with her mask and boots making her look lewdly sexual, 
contrasting with Nancy's nakedly chained body. She snapped the whip 
around on the floor like a big angry cat swishing its tail. "Spread 
your legs!" Her voice was gloating and grating as she said it.

Nancy closed her eyes. This wasn't what she expected, she didn't want 
to be such a victim, she enjoyed teasing the men. She tried to catch 
her breath and think of what to say or do that would extricate her from 
this impossible position.

The deadly hiss and smack of the whip almost coincided with her 
fearfully wild scream. "AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHAAA!!"

Twice the whip snaked through the air, cutting at her unprotected 
flesh, and when Rita withdrew the whip, Nancy had a livid criss-cross 
on her slenderly smooth belly. Her face was full of pain and fear as, 
lips quivering and her whole body trembling, she quickly spread her 
legs to avoid further punishment.

The men in the audience leaned forward, little tight lewd smiles on 
their faces. The girl was trapped and being forced into something ... 
it would be interesting to see what happened to her. Already, she had 
opened her long lithe legs obscenely wide, and they could see that she 
was excited. Already, the quivering lips of her tight little cunt were 
swelling and lewdly parting, revealing a glint of sexual moisture in 
her slit. The men watched as her nakedly voluptuous body trembled and 
she spread her legs wide, bending her knees slightly, revealing all her 
secrets, even down to the tightly clenched cheeks of her buttocks.

She lay naked and lewd, frightened, vulnerable. Instinctively, she 
glanced in fear at Herman and Ben. But they were backing off the 
platform, cynical smiles on their faces. Everyone could see a moment of 
doubt and puzzlement pass over her face. Then, she looked at the foot 
of the bed and saw Rita who had put her whip aside and crawled up on 
the bed, her breasts swaying heavily beneath her. She crawled up 
between Nancy's wide spread legs and looked down at the girl's loins, 
at the defenselessly quivering cunt.

In a flash, Nancy knew what was going to happen ... she saw it in the 
wild expression in Rita's eyes behind the black mask ... she was going 
to be forced into something perverted... they had her trapped and were 
going to arouse her until she accepted something unnatural and depraved 
... they were going to make her perform a perverted act... and they 
were going to make her like it!

"Pleeeeezzzz ... noooooo!"

For an answer, Rita whirled and snatched up the whip. She crouched 
between Nancy's tensely spread thighs and had only to hold the whip up 
to subdue the quaking young housewife. She cowered under Rita, feeling 
the livid red X wildly seared across her stomach by the whip. She tried 
to avert her face and closed her eyes as Rita cupped her warm hand over 
her wetly throbbing cunt. She knew all the men were watching ... she 
could hear them exchange whispers.

Obscenely, Rita fondled the tender flesh of Nancy's vagina with her 
cupped hand, stroking slowly up and down and beginning a regular rhythm 
while she bent over the chained brunette's spread-eagled body and let 
her tongue snake out to lick wetly around one erect little nipple. She 
let her warmly wet lips close over the berry-like bud, and her cheeks 
hollowed as she sucked sensuously. All the time, her cupped hand kept a 
slow massage going on Nancy's cunt.

The men sat forward, quiet, attentive, watching Nancy's body as the 
masked girl made an unholy assault on it. It became immediately obvious 
that Rita was enjoying her sadistic role of seducer tremendously. Her 
nakedly dancing breasts heaved with a lewd passion as she crouched on 
her knees with one arm above Nancy ... her voraciously sucking mouth 
flying from one breast to the other, leaving the hippies wet with a 
glistening saliva. All the time her hand kept up a grinding motion over 
the top of Nancy's hotly pulsating cunt. Lewdly, brazenly, Rita's hips 
pumped above Nancy as if she had an invisible cock in her own moistly 
quivering pussy.

Nancy was stretched out with her eyes tightly shut, her face averted to 
one side, her nakedly chained body as tense as steel or harp string. 
Every muscle in her body was straining as she used all her will to 
resist the obscenely perverted thing Rita was doing to her.

She tried to deny the spasms of pure pleasure the other woman's mouth 
was giving to her breasts. She screamed in her mind so she wouldn't 
have to think about the smoky excitement smoldering deep in her groin 
as Rita's bold hand stroked her cunt ... she tried not to think of the 
sweetly intense pleasure she was feeling ... nor did she want to think 
about the wicked pain she was feeling from the lash ... the whip had 
bitten into her and her body was beginning to perspire ... the 
perspiration was beginning to sting in the red welts, and the pain was 
mingling, mixing with the pleasure ... and the whole feeling was 
becoming something else ... something -darkly overwhelming ... 
something soaring, wildly masochistic, throbbing, throbbing, throbbing 
in her body.

Rita abruptly stopped biting and sucking Nancy's breasts and sat up, 
looking down at her cupped hand over her cunt. She was panting, her 
ripely full breasts slowly heaving with pure lust. With one finger, she 
probed and slowly plowed Nancy's passion-swollen vaginal lips apart. 
The audience was silent as Rita's finger spread the naked young cunt 
and began sliding up and down the hair-lined furrow, its passageway 
becoming more easy as the finger tip was lubricated by Nancy's wild, 
ungovernable excitement.

The men watched as Nancy tensed her body and Rita leaned over her, 
forcing one outstretched middle finger into her wetly waiting pussy. 
The finger popped in a lewd, lubricated ease and sank in up to the 
second knuckle joint. With a wild grin below her black mask, Rita began 
sawing in and out of the defenselessly quivering vagina beneath her.

The men watched the two naked women, watched Rita's finger fucking 
rhythmically in and out, glistening now with the dew of Nancy's cunt-
moisture.

Still, though, through it all; Nancy fought her feelings. Her body was 
as tensed as some giant spring. She would occasionally exhale her 
exhausted breath and inhale again, tensing her chained and helpless 
young body once more against the unholy attack.

Rita grinned sadistically beneath her mask and sawed in and out of 
Nancy's cunt brutally and wildly, determined to arouse the naked young 
housewife. She looked grimly evil and perverted as she bent over and 
spread Nancy's cuntal lips so every man in the room could see the wet, 
coral-pink flesh. The masked woman expertly and obscenely ran her thumb 
over Nancy's oiled clitoris, rolling it around, and sending jolts of 
pure pleasure surging through t h e dark-haired housewives trembling 
body.

Still, Nancy resisted, her eyes shut tight, her head flailing from side 
to side. Her body shuddered as she struggled not to give in to her 
growing perverted pleasure.

Slowly, savagely, Rita stuck two fingers into the wetly lubricated cunt 
and sawed back and forth, finger-fucking her obscenely while all the 
men watched.

Still, she wouldn't give in.

Rita worked hard, tensing her own sensually alluring body over the 
spread-eagled one of Nancy. She finger-fucked her chained friend 
unmercifully, building the rhythm higher and harder.

Still, she didn't give in!

The obscene sight went on for long lewd moments with everyone intently 
watching Nancy's face and body for the first tell-tale sign of her 
giving in to her own all-too-apparent lust. Then Rita looked angry, 
almost snarling. With a jerk of her head, she summoned Herman and Ben 
up on the platform. Getting on either side of the bed, they seized her 
ankles and jerked the captive young woman's shapely legs even wider 
apart.

Nancy called out with a choking scream that was muffled by the other 
woman's suddenly swooping and kissing her open mouth, the masked and 
booted Rita's hot tongue shooting obscenely into her mouth.

Ben and Herman bent her knees and spread her legs, even splitting the 
fleshy crevice of her buttocks. Rita, a depraved smile on her lips, let 
her tongue lick down over Nancy's neck. All the men watched as the 
tongue slid wetly down over the chained girl's ripely quivering breasts 
and traveled down over her silky smooth stomach and the livid welts.

The audience sat like stones, watching, swallowing, controlling 
themselves as they saw Rita's hungry tongue wetly licking the insides 
of Nancy's frantically jerking thighs. No one said a word as she slowly 
and gently placed her thumbs on either side of Nancy's wetly glistening 
cunt. Slowly, sensuously, she spread the swollen cunt-lips and looked 
at the cherry-pink wet walls of the girl's vagina. Her tongue poised 
like a whip that had velvet smooth strokes. Everyone could see that 
Nancy's body was tensed, trembling, waiting for the perverted attack.

It came slowly, and gently ... and obscenely. Rita let the wet tip of 
her tongue lovingly circle Nancy's erect little clitoris. Her tongue 
gently licked up and down the hotly throbbing vaginal lips, teasing, 
lashing, wantonly provoking.

Nancy hung on as she felt the hot tormenting tongue licking around the 
tingling perimeter of her cunt. She hung on with her whole being until 
... trembling, a tiny moan coming out of her ... she felt the tongue-
tip slip lower, to her frantically quivering buttocks which were being 
held apart by Herman and Ben. She felt Rita's fingers slip down to 
further spread the pliant cheeks of her ass, and then she felt the 
tongue burning its wet way to her defenseless anus. 
"Aaaaagggghhhhaaaa!" Her cry was torn from her throat as the maddening 
tongue flicked back and forth over her tightly puckering little 
opening. It licked wetly up and down her fleshy crevice, and Nancy knew 
she had never felt anything so brazen, so wildly perverted, so 
shamelessly obscene ... so exciting! ... in her life! The searingly 
lewd thrill that twisted her voluptuous young body was like the dam 
suddenly collapsing ... she gave way, tumbling on the flood-waters of 
an obscene lust too pure to be believed.

At the same moment, the masked and booted Rita sensed and felt her 
friend giving in and her head thrust forward, her tongue darting like 
some obscene whip as it lashed its hot way from anus to clitoris. The 
men in the room leaned closer and watched as the wetly licking tongue 
drove home into the warmly aching confines of Nancy's cuntal flesh. 
They watched while the tongue curled, darting deeply into the throbbing 
pink opening and then began tongue fucking the hopelessly aroused young 
wife who was chained helplessly to the bed.

A low, long animal moan came from Nancy's tortured- mouth ... her 
refined features were still twisted as her nakedly tormented body 
writhed and her hips began pumping up and down in an obscene parody of 
fucking. The room seemed to explode in excitement ... it was obvious 
that the beautiful, dark-haired woman had finally given into her own 
lust. A depraved smile twitched on her lust-tightened lips as she 
writhed lewdly, encouraging the perverted attack on her helpless young 
cunt.

Herman and Ben didn't have to hold her legs anymore ... they stepped 
back and watched. Nancy was holding her own thighs obscenely wide as 
she thrust her hotly clasping cunt upward, eager for more of the 
electrifying tongue. The men whispered to one another, eagerly watching 
Nancy's debasement for their amusement.

But there was more to come.

Nancy no longer seemed confined; that is, she no longer minded having 
her wrists clasped in cuffs and her arms spread-eagled over her head. 
Rather, she was enjoying the feeling as she wantonly twisted and 
writhed about. It was a deliciously exciting feeling, being so captured 
and so violated. Her depraved face was gunning ecstatically as the 
cuffs cut into her wrists and Rita's tongue darted, like a little red 
penis, deep into the confines of her shamelessly aroused pussy.

But her humiliation and decadence were yet to reach a climax ... Rita 
was yet to be reckoned with. Rita, crouched on her knees, her hotly 
sucking, licking mouth locked on Nancy's frantic young cunt, her naked 
back arched, her gleaming buttocks sticking out so lewdly... Rita was 
yet to have her way! Her nostrils were flared as she breathed deeply, 
inhaling the warm perfume of her betrayed friend's vagina ... her 
pelvis pumped with an oiled motion. Clad in black boots and masked she 
suddenly whirled like a cat ... she was quick with a sensuously feline 
grace whirling quickly, her greedy mouth still feasting on Nancy's 
pussy, she turned her entire body and quickly placed her knees on 
either side of Nancy's head. It was obvious that Rita had done such a 
thing before as the two shamelessly aroused women were poised in a 69 
position. Rita crouched above Nancy and clasped her nakedly spread 
buttocks, pulling the smoothly rounded ass-cheeks apart again. Then she 
stuck her wet tongue deep down into Nancy's wildly quivering vagina 
once more.

The men watched as Rita's hips moved downward and ... Nancy opened her 
eyes to see the other woman's wetly glistening cunt and naked buttocks 
poised ... legs spread ... right above her face. The men watched, eager 
wolf-like smiles on their faces as the beautiful dark-haired girl 
eagerly lifted her head, her neck tensing, her red tongue out, as she 
strived to lick her friend's cunt hanging only inches above her.

Rita complied, lowering her torso and her lewdly writhing hips, down on 
Nancy's beautiful face. The two wanton women let their softly sensuous 
bodies blend together as they buried their faces in each other's 
pussies and began licking, nibbling, sucking at their unholy feast.

In an electrifying silence, Herman and Ben silently stripped naked, 
letting their clothes fall where they may. They stood on the stage 
naked, their thick erect cocks bulging obscenely in front of them. 
Every man in the room felt a throbbing erection ... everyone was 
excited ... all save Fred Hartman. It was impossible to tell what he 
was feeling, for outwardly, he was calm. Judging by his outward 
behavior' he might have been attending a mildly interesting lecture; he 
showed nothing. He was calm, collected. Also ... nothing escaped his 
attention.

Herman and Ben both looked as if they had cocks that were going to 
explode with a massively lewd excitement. Both men looked down at the 
bed and saw Rita's nakedly writhing buttocks over Nancy's face and 
Rita's mouth voraciously licking the widespread cunt below her.

With a hoarse cry, Herman crawled on the bed. He crawled between 
Nancy's wantonly spread thighs and wedged himself up toward Rita's 
head. The masked and booted woman sensed his coming and took her mouth 
from her friend's lewdly churning cunt to look up. She watched with a 
lewd smile as Herman plunged his lust-hardened cock deep into Nancy's 
wetly quivering cunt. She watched Herman's long thick penis right below 
her face, as it began brutally fucking in and out of the desire-
lubricated cunt.

Herman fucked with a wild abandon for about a minute, then wildly 
pulled his moistly glistening shaft out of Nancy's tight clasping 
vagina and stuck it, wet with cunt-juice, into Rita's eagerly waiting 
mouth.

Ben, standing by the bed, his excitedly pulsating cock in his hand, 
watched Herman's obscene fucking of both women. He leaped on the bed, 
his face wild, his strong arms holding his body up over Rita's. He 
looked down and saw her naked buttocks still grinding down on Nancy's 
stunningly beautiful face. He watched their lewd liquidy movement 
before he lowered his massively thickened penis down into the fleshy 
crevice between her ass-cheeks.

Rita felt the hot hardness of his penis and obscenely thrust her ass 
upward in invitation, arching her back and tearing her cunt from 
Nancy's gluttonously licking mouth. Nancy looked up to see Ben's 
rigidly rampant cock plow like a sword into Rita's wetly welcoming 
pussy ... the same vagina she had just licked and sucked and made 
creamy and ready.

The men surrounding Fred Hartman watched as Ben pulled his cock out of 
Rita's vaginal opening with a lewd sucking sound and aimed it downward 
to slide into Nancy's excitedly waiting mouth. Each and every man 
watched as she closed her eyes in lascivious rapture and as her tightly 
availed lips began sucking sensuously.

The defilement of both women was completely and brazenly displayed. 
Both men fucked with wild abandon, fucking cunt and mouth alternately. 
The girls behaved like depraved animals ... they were truly mindless 
with lust as they fought to lick each other's cunts and suck cocks at 
the same time. Insanely, Nancy would reach up and grip Rita's wantonly 
writhing buttocks. Her nails dug into the snowy soft flesh of her 
friend's ass-cheeks, and she held her tightly in place while she 
watched Ben's cock flying into the cunt right in front of her face. 
Both girls were insanely excited by the sight of the other being fucked 
so humiliatingly in front of a crowd of strange men.

Wild with lust, both women fought to suck cocks. The scene grew wilder 
and wilder as sweating bodies writhed obscenely with all shame 
forgotten. With greedy looks the men switched girls, moving around on 
the bed so that Herman tucked Rita's cunt and Nancy's availed wet lips, 
and Ben enjoyed Rita's eager mouth and Nancy's invitingly spread pussy.

The party was beginning to get out of control as men in the audience 
stood up and stripped off their clothing, never taking their eyes from 
the writhing foursome on the bed.

Naked bodies piled on the bed, erect cocks throbbing for action. Nancy 
found herself being pulled and tugged around and found herself with 
three men, surrounding her, their brutal hands probing and fondling her 
nakedly aroused flesh, their cocks sticking in her cunt and mouth and 
even sliding painfully up her forever-stretched rectum. Her eyes rolled 
wildly as she saw Rita being mauled by three men at the same time.

The room was wild with excitement ... and through it all sat the 
single, solitary, lone form of Fred Hartman. He sat alone, still 
watching ... he watched men and women writhing in uncontrolled 
obscenity. He had planned the whole thing.



Chapter 8


Nancy awoke that next morning lying face down on a bed. She awoke 
slowly, by degrees, groaning her way into consciousness. Her vagina was 
sore, her rectum dully throbbing in discomfort. She hurt all over and 
it seemed there wasn't a muscle in her body that didn't ache.

Yet ... she felt good.

She felt good because she was sated ... satisfied ... exhausted! She 
had done everything and people ... strange men ... strange men had 
grinned lewdly at her and forced her to suck their cocks and be fucked 
by them in the mouth ... in the cunt ... in the ass. Sometimes, there 
had been three ... four men at once. She had fucked them all until she 
had passed out.

And there was no telling how long it had gone on after she had passed 
out ... she only knew that she woke up stiff and sore all over, naked, 
lying face down on a bed, her gracefully curved buttocks naked to any 
further ravagement.

She had awakened to stagger to the bathroom, moaning, her proud breasts 
quivering, her fingers feeling for the shower faucets. Hot water hissed 
down in needle points and Nancy stood, her magnificent body surrounded 
by billowing steam, and let needle points of hot water stab at her 
flesh. She soaped her body completely and winced at the cries-cross of 
red welts on her stomach and the various plum-blue bruises on her soft 
flesh.

She was drenched by the steaming hot shower, staying under it longer 
than intended, finally leaving reluctantly.

She dressed and let herself out of the elegant bedroom. It was a 
bedroom that Nancy was to come to know in the future months. She would 
come to it many times in her life. She would come to know its bathroom 
and its ever-stocked wet bar and its closed-circuit television and its 
little carved box full of drugged delights. She came to know that ... 
in the narrow space of that room ... when she occupied that space ... 
for that time, at least, she was queen. When in that room, she was 
treated like a lady and her every wish was immediately granted.

Beyond that room ... she was treated like a common slut.

Nancy came to like that room and its raw entertainments as she came to 
know it. She drove home, tired, aching, falling into her bed utterly 
exhausted.

She awoke with a guilty consciousness. She woke up to face a gray 
morning and the sight of Allan.

Suddenly ... insanely ... her life was submerged in Allan. She cooked 
for him ... they entertained together ... they went out to expensive 
restaurants together ... life suddenly was all Allan and her whole day 
and night were caught up in his personality and career ... she was the 
good wife and the perfect hostess. She carried the demure role out to 
the point where she believed it ...

And then the phone would ring ...

She would answer it and it would be the slightly drunken insinuating 
voice of Tom ... usually he would be in a bar somewhere with music and 
idle chatter behind his phone conversations ... the idle suggestion 
that she attend a party ... the icy tinkle of an empty drink swirled 
around ... the sound of voices very near the receiver saying something 
smutty ... Tom Nelson at some far-out party, some bar, calling, asking 
for a favor.

Tom had given her the negatives and photos of her naked dancing. He had 
been good to his word ... however ... there had been some pictures 
taken subsequently ... some very good pictures.

It didn't take her long to realize she was in a ever narrowing trap. 
She knew that there were always going to be pictures. After awhile ... 
she was even willing to pose for them ... in fact, she got a kind of 
masochistic pleasure out of Tom taking pictures of her hungrily sucking 
big thick cocks or getting fucked by one, two, three men at the same 
time. Willingly, knowing he was going to use the pictures to blackmail 
hers she posed for him. She posed naked and obscene, committing 
anything asked of her.

She knew she was in a trap and her time with Allan ... her time with 
him when he was home and full of what was happening at the bank ... 
Allan was like a rock and Nancy leaned against him ... hoping ... 
dreading against the day ... the day when she would be discovered.

She was leading a double life. She was a frigid wife on one level ... 
she existed as Allan's elegant shapely wife on one level ... and ... 
when the phone rang ... when the phone rang during the day when she was 
alone and home ... when she picked up the phone and heard the slightly 
drunken, casually sloppy voice of Tom.

And her life changed.

She was constantly blackmailed. It seemed she couldn't think of 
anything else than being blackmailed. She was always buying her way to 
freedom ... she would buy her way by going to a party in return for 
which she would receive pictures, pictures that had been taken by 
someone ... pictures of her ... if only she would go to a party ... if 
only she would give in.

One party led to the next until she no longer cared about anything ... 
even Allan. Nothing seemed to matter ... her life was so bad, so evil, 
so committed to obscenity. There didn't seem anything left to live for. 
There came a time in her life when it no longer seemed worth living. It 
was then she thought constantly about suicide. She felt she was a 
thing, a piece of flesh to be driven into an orgiastic state.

And then there would be the sunny mornings with Allan and the need to 
react as a good wife.

Her life was becoming crazily split between Allan and another whole 
life of lewdness. Allan ... and his friends were beginning to notice 
how heavily she drank ... there was talk about it ...

Allan would calm her and provide an emotion anchor for her, and then he 
would go off to the office ... and the phone would ring. It was always 
Tom at some cocktail lounge, some bar, calling ... with the sound of 
cool jazz in the background. Tom always to be somewhere, some place, 
where something exciting was happening. Always he was drunk and always 
he wanted a favor. More and more however, it was getting to be a favor 
for Fred Hartman. She found herself on his estate, in the bedroom 
provided for her where she could feel like a queen.

Yet, like the taste of ashes in the mouth, like a cold gray Monday 
morning a dawning with a drizzle, she knew her life couldn't go on. 
Once again, the phone rang. She answered it wearily, knowing who it 
was, not even really wanting to bargain. At the last party thrown by 
Fred Hartman, Ben and Herman had fucked her simultaneously on the stage 
and then she had greedily crawled about and sucked the cocks of all 
eleven guests. She had sucked each guest in his chair until he had 
pumped white-hot cum into her gluttonously sucking mouth ... and Tom 
had taken pictures of her ... and ... she had willingly posed ... and 
had driven home in the dawn ... and talked to her nosy neighbor, Mrs. 
Hunter ... and thought about suicide for the thousandth time ... a 
victim of the evilest type of blackmail and her own darkest lusts.

And then, it all ended. The horrible nightmare was over! She was 
summoned to the Hartman estate at mid-day. Puzzled, she went, not 
knowing why she had been summoned at that strange hour. She was ushered 
into the office of Fred Hartman himself. Usually, if anything, she saw 
him right before performing at one of his parties. Now, she was in his 
office ... and Tom Nelson was there.

Hartman's office was full of clean lines and bright color. Tom Nelson 
was poised at a small wet bar. Hartman ignored him, smiling at Nancy 
and politely offering her a, seat. Nancy looked up at Hartman and found 
him tanned and tawny and at ease. Both of them looked at Tom Nelson who 
was terribly drunk.

His face was red and his clothing was messy ... it looked as if he 
hadn't changed in days. His eyes were wetly flat and unfocused as he 
smiled. He raised his glass in a hollow toast ... it was dry. He 
shrugged and poured another.

Fred Hartman nodded in a dry abstract way at Tom Nelson. "He was always 
an amusing nuisance. Now he's a definite problem. I offer no excuses. 
Sometimes, regretfully, I have to deal with people like him." Hartman 
stood up, tall and austere, his hands in his pockets. "I am lazy. I am 
slovenly. For this, I must apologize. I employed a person like Tom 
Nelson, never thinking of how he got hold of someone as lovely as you, 
never bothering myself to ask why."

Silently, dike a magician fanning out cards, he spread out pictures of 
Nancy ... dozens and dozens of obscene pictures of Nancy taken by Tom 
Nelson with Rita's enthusiastic co-operation. He threw down a thick 
sheath of black negatives. "I'm sorry," he said, "I really didn't know 
he was blackmailing you." He seemed almost embarrassed. "I thought ... 
I thought you were doing it of your own free will ... because you 
wanted to."

Nancy looked away from the pictures. Always, in the past, she had been 
promised the negatives if only she would ... always, in the past, she 
had given in, even though she knew that more pictures of her were going 
to be taken.

Now, Fred Hartman was lining up her pictures and negatives, pointing 
down at them on his desk with a long bony finger. "These, I think, are 
yours. Your property. Again, all I can say is, I didn't care and didn't 
know. I'm sorry."

Nancy looked at him with disbelieving eyes. "You're letting me go?"

Hartman's only answer was a curt bow.

"Nothing?" Nancy looked at him with almost a wet pout on her lips. 
After all this time, after all she had done, she had come to like him 
watching her ... she liked knowing he was out there in the shadows, his 
eyes fixed on her body, her lewdness ... "You want nothing in 
exchange?"

"Nothing," said Hartman, enunciating the word carefully, "nothing at 
all."

Nancy stared at him defiantly, her breasts thrust out and heaving 
slightly with the denied passion she was feeling. Oddly, a part of her 
exalted at being finally freed of the threat of blackmail ... and a 
part felt the black fog of despair rolling over her at the knowledge 
there would be no more shows ... no more chances to be queen---to hold 
momentary power over a great many men ... "Nothing?" she asked 
plaintively.

"Nothing," Hartman repeated implacably. Then, his frosty features 
cracked into an almost warm smile. "Unless, of course, you want to."

Unless she wanted to.

And so it came about that Nancy Dodge came to be known as the stunning, 
witty wife of Allan Dodge. Allan Dodge came to be a very successful 
young banker, handling big accounts, like the Hartman Estate account. 
They had a quietly interesting life in which Nancy entertained in their 
new townhouse and was the perfect wife, giving her time to charities 
and public events.

And ... at isolated times ... well in advance ... when she was alone 
... the phone would ring. It was always Fred Hartman himself and always 
... insinuatingly, temptingly, he had something planned that she found 
irresistible. Always, after listening to his musically droning voice 
outlining all sorts of perverted pleasures, she would agree. She would 
eagerly agree to be part of his plans and then she would hang up. She 
hung up with a little smile of anticipation on her lips.

She loved Allan, but ... Fred thrilled her.

And, as Fred had once said to her, "No reason, you know, why you can't 
have the best of both worlds."


The End