Chapter 9

"Down farther," cried Birindelli hoarsely. "Kiss her cunt! Come on, pull her panties and get your tongue in there!"

The scene was bizarre, resembling something out of an oriental sex-film and the atmosphere in the room was now heavy with the intermingling odors of sweat and sensuality. By this time, all five participants in this strange depraved rite were almost naked and the three men were visibly aroused. What had started as a not-so-innocent joke had degenerated steadily with Pauling and Birindelli inciting the two completely dominated young models into acts of greater and greater sexual depravity.

These thoroughly-corrupted men had not been satisfied to see Jenifer and Ann exchange a few girlish kisses on the lips and had ordered Jenifer, the more aggressive woman, to attack her friend's voluptuously supple breasts. The young blonde model still clad only in her lacy black panties, had been too much in the habit of obedience to defy them. Ann had permitted her breasts to be licked and nibbled, groaning lasciviously as she felt her nipples begin to betray her by swelling stiffly into rock-like hardness, standing up rigidly on the tops of her gently heaving breasts.

But now Birindelli wanted even more. He was insisting on the ultimate degradation for the two women. For a long moment, both he and Jenifer stared at each other across Ann's tortured half- hysterical body and a brutal contest of wills took place.

"I said to kiss her cant!" he repeated harshly.

"Kiss it yourself," the girl shot back at him. "I'm no lesbian and you know it!"

"When I offered you this job, you told me you'd do anything for the salary I'm paying you," Birindelli reminded her cruelly. "Now start earning it!"

Jenifer stared at him an instant longer and then gave in, knowing perfectly well that Birindelli was too hard a man to be trifled with. He was quite capable of firing her on the spot for refusing, just as he routinely fired people for being two minutes late for appointments. He and the others knew very well that she and Ann were not lesbians and in fact, this was the whole point. They wanted to humiliate two normal women by making them act like lesbians, and it looked as though they were going to get away with it.

As far as Ann Larkin was concerned, she was beyond caring. The steady diet of whiskey had once again done its work and she was lying happily on the softly undulating water-mattress more or less unconcerned about who kissed her and where just so long as someone kissed her somewhere. A gentle sexual softness had began to infuse her whole body when Jenifer's wetly licking tongue had played sensuously across her nakedly exposed breasts, licking her tiny sensitive nipples until they were stiff and hard. Nor had she objected particularly when Jenifer's mouth moved tantalizingly down over her flat smooth stomach and she had obligingly lifted her hips to allow her girlfriend to slide the skimpy mini-dress out from under her roundly quivering buttocks.

Knowing that the Wonder-Wear executives would only be able to stand this erotic spectacle another few minutes before they all jumped into the scene themselves and took over, Jenifer decided to follow their depraved immoral instructions and get it over with. Deliberately, she slipped her fingers under the tight elastic waistband of her friend's shamelessly red silken panties and rolled them gently down over her long smooth legs, exposing the soft hair-covered mound of her pussy to the lustful gaze of the waterbed, moaning softly and writhing gently and waiting for the next hot electric touch that would build her passion to fever pitch.

"Ooooooooehh!" came a faintly submissive sigh from Ann's parted lips as Jenifer's gentle fingers found their way into the moist dark curls which covered the ripe open lips of her cunt. Birindelli and Rossi had both forgotten Pauling's injunction to remain at the edges of the bed and were hanging hungrily over Ann's pinkly exposed pussy lips. Finding that he could not see well enough from his perch on the chair, the graphics director gave up announcing the various phases of Doctor Pauling's Sexual Responsiveness Test and hurried into the center of the bed himself, shedding his pants as he went.

Ann's supple young body jerked convulsively with an involuntary shiver as the tips of her friend's fingers brushed across the tiny sensation-filled bud of her clitoris, stimulating the tender organ into a miniature erection. Then, with a humiliated, tormented groan, Jenifer dropped her blonde head between her girlfriend's widely-parted legs, and began licking the entire exposed area of Ann's nakedly pulsating pussy. She ran her moist red lips and tongue all through the open crevice from the lust-inflated clitoris across the moist pink lips of her eagerly dilating vagina and then down to her tiny puckered anus.

A tortured moan broke forth from all the men in the room.

"I can't take it anymore!" cried Pauling in a genuine agony of overwhelming physical desire, diving madly on top of Jenifer.

"Neither can I!" affirmed the president of Wonder-Wear, rapidly ripping the remaining clothing from his lust-ridden body and surging toward the two women.

Doctor Frank Larkin closed his eyes, ready to faint, and fished inside his doctor's bag for the bottle of strong medicinal brandy which he always carried for emergencies. Never had he thought he would need to use it on himself, but his head was swimming and his knees were going weak and he knew that in another minute he would give himself away by passing out completely.

Badly shaken, he located a chair in the darkened room and sat down heavily, taking a deep swig of the bitter medicinal liquor to clear his head.

It was far worse than he had ever imagined! Larkin had been prepared to find that Ann was having an affair with one of the men in her office, perhaps even Birindelli himself, but it had never occurred to him in his wildest dreams that she had become a full- fledged sex slave, a willingly compliant object happy and ready to be manipulated by these coarse ruthless men with their strange warped tastes.

Holding his head in his hands, he desperately tried to get his wits together to decide what to do. Obviously, there was no longer any hope for Ann. He could try some stupid fool-hardy gesture such as dashing into the room and dragging his wife away from her tormentors, but he knew in advance that the effort would be useless. There were three strong, fully-aroused men in the room, any one of whom alone was more than a match for him in a physical struggle. On top of that, there was absolutely no guarantee that Ann would consent to go away with him. After all, she must have done this kind of thing before and probably enjoyed it.

No, she was clearly beyond saving. She had fallen too far and there was nothing to do now but go away quietly and leave her to her sin and depravity.

But somehow, he could not bear to drag himself away from his vantage point behind the one-way mirror. The moment his head stopped spinning, he pressed his nose once again to the glass, his eyes fixed on the lasciviously unnatural copulation taking place only a few feet away from him.

"Spread your thighs apart," Birindelli was commanding, his big black-haired head hanging impatiently over Ann's slightly- parted legs. Jenifer was grappling with the over-excited Pauling, one hand on his bulging penis as the two of them rolled over and over on the edge of the mattress. Rossi was slavering wildly over the excitedly heaving mounds of Ann's more than ample breasts, whipping his saliva-drenched mouth from one tensed nipple to the other.

"Man, look at that tender little pussy," the vice president proclaimed. "I'm gonna have a real good time fucking that!"

"Wait your turn, sonny," advised Wonder-Wear's chief executive, raising his head from Ann's swollen and tempting breasts and focusing his lust-distorted vision on the cock-raising sight of the young brunette's widely-parted vaginal slit.

"Look at it go!" crowed Birindelli, pointing with delight at the convulsive jerking movements beginning to take place in Ann's moistly seeping pussy. "It's practically begging to be fucked. If that cunt could talk, it would be screaming for it right now! I can't wait any longer boss. "I gotta stick my cock up into that or I'm gonna explode!"

"I told you to wait your turn," Rossi reminded his vice president seriously, running his middle finger up and down over the steaming pink slit, separating the thinly curling triangle of dark brown pubic hair and enjoying the sensation of touching the smooth slippery flesh of her vaginal lips. Her cunt quivered lustily in response to his touch, grasping at his fingers as if it wanted to capture his whole hand and suck it inside her by force.

Jenifer and Pauling interrupted their wrestling match on the other side of the bed to observe the conflict of wills between these two strong powerful men, and even Doctor Frank Gherkin hidden behind the mirror found himself wondering which of them would win the right to fuck his wife first.

Meanwhile the object of this controversy was on the verge of going out of her mind with unsatisfied desire. Jenifer's caresses and lascivious kisses had excited Ann more than she cared to admit to herself and the feeling of lying naked between two lusting men, waiting to be fucked half to death, was the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her.

Tonight, she told herself, her mind dazed by liquor and lust, tonight we are going all the way to the bottom! Tonight, I'll do anything they want me to!

Rossi, influential president of Wonder-Wear Incorporated, was lying on one side of her, his mercilessly untiring middle finger thrust deep up inside of her impatiently pulsating vagina while her boss, Birindelli, was crowding against her smoothly undulating buttocks, and reaching around her to massage and torment her sensually swollen breasts, teasing and torturing her little rock- hard nipples until they ached and throbbed.

It was ridiculous to fight, she thought vaguely, all manner of weird and unnatural images Boating obscenely through her dazedly wandering mind. Her memory drifted back to the night a few weeks before when LaFarge had fucked his way violently into Jenifer's nakedly unresisting asshole and suddenly she found her excitement mounting even higher as she recalled the pictures Birindelli had taken of that sodomistic incident.

"She's ready to fuck," pronounced Rossi, his voice gravelly with passion. "I can feel her opening up like mad and she's dripping wet!"

"Well, I'm just as ready as she is," interrupted Birindelli, so badly excited by the unnaturally depraved quality of the scene that he was no longer worried about offending his employer. "Let's make her put those wild red panties back on. Makes me hotter than hell!" he panted.

"Now listen..." Rossi countered, his anger rising, but Ann unexpectedly settled the issue for them.

"Both of you," she whispered, raising her head and grasping both of their cocks in her hands. "Both of you fuck me at once!"

And then she dropped heavily back on the mattress, frankly unable to believe that it had been she, mousy shy little Ann Larkin, who had issued this incredible invitation.

But if she had any thoughts of retracting it, there was no longer any opportunity since Birindelli and Rossi immediately took to the to the idea.

"What'll you have, boss?" offered the vice president, remembering his manners. "Front or back?"

"The back, I think," replied the chief executive slowly, as if he were considering a stock option. "But it doesn't look like she'd ever had it there before. Suppose we hurt her?"

"She's covered by the Wonder-Wear Employee's Group Health Plan," responded Birindelli callously. "I never heard of anybody being fucked to death anyway."

Frank Larkin, on the other side of the one-way mirror, felt like screaming as he watched the two men prepare themselves for this brutal fuck-sodomy combination on his helplessly writhing young wife. Despite his scientific attitude and his horror at seeing his wife debauched in this low and degrading fashion, the good doctor noticed that his own penis was pressing desperately against the thin material of his pants, and he scolded himself for letting his baser emotions run away with him. He had read about sodomy in his medical books and the idea had always intrigued him, but he had never actually observed it before under such ideal laboratory conditions. Frank was no longer really thinking about Ann as the woman he had married, but as a pathological specimen to be examined like a white mouse or a hamster, and his only regret now was the lack of pencil and paper with which he might take some notes.