Chapter 9

Pamela Lee sat in her kitchen draining the contents of her tenth cup of morning coffee. It was nearly noon and she had spent the last few hours going over her proposed guest list for the Charity Ball that her husband objected to so often.

Jeff always seems to make things harder for me, she thought as she got up from the table. Pamela knew that her social commitment was important to Jeff's career, but he would hear none of it. As far as he was concerned, her seven-day-a-week society schedule was a complete waste of time. If only he could understand that she was doing it for him, she thought. He was so intelligent and worldly, yet he would not give the slightest bit of ground when it came to social contacts.

"Absurd," she said aloud as she walked into the large bathroom and turned on the light. Silently she reached over and turned on the bath water, checking for the right temperature. Her active mind stopped thinking about her husband for a moment and she turned her attention to her image in the mirror. She slipped her robe from her soft shoulders and automatically hung it on a hook. The bath water was heating the room and she took a deep breath of the steamy air, feeling it caress her lungs with its dampness.

"Mmmmm," she moaned softly and stretched her arms high above her head, loosening her long supple muscles.

Her eye caught her image in the mirror and she clinically examined herself. Not bad, she thought, not bad at all for a thirty year old woman. She ran her eyes along the graceful lines of her stretched body, observing the firm roundness of her breasts and the sleek sensuous curve of her hips. She lowered her arms and touched her hands to her breasts, tensing for a moment at the tingling sensation that shot through her thighs.

It was always the same, she thought to herself as her fingers toyed with the pink buds of her nipples. Every time she touched herself there softly, the tingling would start in her thighs, and sometimes, when she weakened, she would hold her fingers on her breasts, caressing the nipples until they hardened and small droplets of warm moisture would form at the mouth of her vagina. It seemed so strange, and really, even good. But Pamela had listened to her mother for twenty seven years, and whatever mother said was right. She could remember the older woman telling her of the ugly grunting that men made when they made love with their big hairy bodies.

Pamela could not understand why her husband would get so passionate, almost animal-like, she thought. She ran her fingers down her body, slowly stroking the soft skin while she recalled the last time she and Jeff had made love. He had been rough as always, consumed in his animal desire. He never hurts me, she thought, but he's never tender. He never touches me like this.

As she thought about her husband's sweating body rocking back and forth on top of her, her fingers sought the soft silken hair that grew at the apex of her thighs, and experienced the same tingling that she had when she had touched her breasts. She remembered that her mother had told her that a woman's body was to be treasured, and cared for. Maybe it would tingle when Jeff touched her too, if only he could be more gentle and civilized, she thought as her fingers explored the trembling pink lips of her vagina. If he could be gentle I might even enjoy myself, too.

This was the farthest that Pamela Lee had ever gone when thinking about sex. Always before her mother's words had had the power to curb the rising desire that she felt when she touched the soft roundness of her breasts. But this time her fingers had wandered between her thighs and were causing her mother's words to fade into the background.

Suddenly her whole body trembled and she tried to shake off the rising desire that flooded her moistening vagina. Once before, ten years ago, she had felt the same passion rise in her loins. She remembered sliding her finger back and forth across the quivering lips until the tiny bud of her clitoris rose to erection. There had been no turning back that time, and she had fallen into a frenzy of masturbation, rubbing the finger harder and harder, until suddenly her whole body had shaken with convulsions, leaving her weak.

As she looked into the mirror she saw that her jaw had gone slack, leaving her face in a mask of lust-incited desire.

"Ooooohhh," she moaned aloud.

She couldn't do it again, she just couldn't. Pamela remembered the tremendous guilt that she had harbored the last time she masturbated. It was wrong, wrong, but it felt so nice. Please, she begged herself, please stop this torture. She seemed to be like another person in the mirror, her face contorted with the need for orgasm and the terrible guilt that she felt.

As suddenly as she had begun, she stopped. With all her willpower she removed her wet fingers from the warmth of the hair lined lips between her legs and breathed a sigh of relief. She had won, but still the embers of passion smouldered in her yearning body.

The bath, she thought, the hot bath would soothe the ache that she felt and make her forget what she had almost done.

Gingerly she lowered herself into the steaming tub, feeling the hot water slap at the white moons of her soft buttocks. The heat surrounded her thighs as she sank lower, surging between her thighs like ocean waves.

"Mmmmm," she moaned aloud and allowed her sleek, firm body to sink into the tub, nearly submerging herself.

She sat back and pulled a washcloth from beside her. Pamela looked at her breasts as they rose and fell above the water in slow even rhythm. It'll stop, she thought as she felt the hot bathwater mix with the warm juices that had lubricated her aching vagina. Here I am, a grown woman, and yet I can't enjoy sex. I have to sit in a bathtub and soak away the desire while my husband is out chasing prostitutes.

I wonder what a prostitute looks like, she thought as she soaped the tips of her breasts. Do they look like a normal woman, or are they painted and sleazy. For a moment she tried to picture a professional whore, but the woman she saw in her mind was in bed with her husband, and she immediately erased the image. How can they stand to have all those men sticking their big brutal penises into them.

She shook her head in disgust at the thought of hundreds of hairy men climbing in and out of her bed. God, not my bed, not ever, she thought. Prostitutes couldn't possibly enjoy it, they just couldn't.

Pamela raised one leg and ran the lathery cloth along the trim tanned skin, nearly laughing out loud when she remembered what Jeff had said about Wade Jackson. Mr. Jackson was an outstanding member of the community, she thought, and would never resort to such a depraved thing.

"Oh Damn!" she said aloud as the doorbell suddenly chimed, breaking her train of thought.

She pulled herself from the tub and reached for her robe as the bell rang again.

"I'm coming," she yelled as she half ran across the living room, tying the belt of her robe as she went.

"Oh!" she gasped as she swung open the door and stared into the face of Wade Jackson. "Why, Mr. Jackson, I was just thinking about you."

"Really," he said. "I'm flattered."

Pamela had never met Wade Jackson before, but had seen his picture often. She was impressed and pleased that he had come to her home, though she didn't particularly care for the looks of the two seedy looking men that had come with him.

"Won't you come in, please," she said, at the same time opening the door wider and gesturing for them to enter. "I hope you'll forgive the way I look. You caught me in the bath."

"No, you look fine," Wade told her, "Just fine."

"Let me get you some coffee," she said hurriedly. "It'll only take a minute."

Wade thanked her and walked to the sofa. His two companions stood by the door, their arms crossed over their chests like Roman Gladiators. Wade was holding himself back, wanting to find out just how much Jeff Lee's wife knew before he would order his bodyguards to take her into the bedroom and strip the robe from her back. He was pleased that they had entered the house so easily. Maybe she doesn't know anything, he thought, that would make it even better. It would make her more innocent, and therefore more shocked when the two men would throw her on to the bed and degrade her like a common whore with their long hard pricks. Yeah, he thought, she's really in for it.

Jeff Lee's wife brought a tray of cups with a coffee serve into the living room and set it on the table by the sofa.

"Cream or sugar?" she asked the three men.

"I take sugar," Wade replied. "But I always bring my own. You ought to try it."

His own sugar, Pamela thought as she took the packet that he handed her. She didn't want to of fend him, and so she poured the fine white granules into her coffee.

Wade watched with delight as she stirred her coffee, then brought the cup to her lips and took a long sip. She's in for it now, he thought. Women are so damn dumb, she'd probably take poison if I offered it, but this is better. She's got enough Spanish Fly in that coffee to make her fuck a whole regiment.

Pamela smiled at Wade as she sipped the hot coffee. "It's good," she told him. "It's different, but very good."

While Pamela drank, Wade asked her about a few of her society friends, all of them acquaintances of his. He wanted her to finish her drink before he told her the real purpose for his visit. By the time she finished the hot drink the Spanish Fly would already be at work.

"Put the cup down," he suddenly ordered, his voice hard and cool.

Pamela obeyed, not understanding what had suddenly made him change his manner. She tried to shake her head, not knowing what was making everything so hazy, so unreal. She suddenly felt the electric tingling returning to her thighs and looked to see if her hand had slipped between her legs. Something was wrong she thought with sudden alarm, but what?

"This is no social call," Wade said as he stood up and hooked his thumbs in his belt. "Your husband has made himself my enemy by snooping around where he doesn't belong. If he's not careful he's going to get hurt."

"But I don't understand," Pamela said weakly. "I know Jeff's got some crazy ideas, but he's all wrong. I know he's wrong."

"No baby," he said, a sneer crawling across his face. "You're the one who's wrong, not your husband. And now he's getting too close for comfort, so we're gonna give him a little warning."

"W-what do you mean?" she asked, her voice trembling with a growing fear.

"You'll find out in a minute," he told her and motioned to one of the men behind him. "You just sit tight and listen to this, then tell me what you think of your hypocritical husband."

Pamela sat hypnotized with fear as the man set a small black case on the table and opened it. What could they possibly want, she thought as the man switched a tiny knob on the portable tape recorder.

Suddenly she jerked her head as she heard Jeff's voice on the recorder. But he wasn't alone and he sounded excited, more excited than she had ever heard him.

"The girl's name is Carmen," Wade told her with an ugly grin on his face. "Your precious Jeff was with her last night, in her apartment."

Pamela trembled as she heard the grunting animal sounds that were coming from the tape recorder. This couldn't be Jeff, it just couldn't. He'd never been unfaithful to her, yet it was unmistakably his voice.

"Oooooohhhhh," the Cuban girl's voice came through the speaker. "Push it in more, Jeff. It feels so good!"

Pamela's eyes were filling with tears as she listened to her husband.

"Oh, baby," he grunted. "My wife was never like this. Nobody can fuck like you. Nobody!"

Oh, Jeff! she cried silently to herself. How could you do it. It was her own husband in bed with a prostitute and enjoying it like an animal. She had never heard him even say "fuck" before, and now she listened as he muttered greater and greater obscenities at a strange girl in bed.

"Suck me again," Pamela suddenly heard her husband's voice command and she felt the tingling between her thighs. It was so awful, yet, somehow, it almost seemed natural. She thought that he should be saying that to her, and not some stranger. But how ugly. That other woman was actually going to put a man's penis in her mouth and suck it! But worse, not just any man's penis. It was her husband who was getting sucked and milked until his sperm would fill the girl's throat.

"Aaarrggghhhhh, Fuck!! I'm cummmiinnngg," she heard Jeff's voice wail over the tape recorder.

"Oh!" Pamela gasped. He had done it. He had really cum in that girl's mouth, swearing all the time. What kind of a brute had she married? What had gone wrong? She loved Jeff with all her heart, yet he had gone to a prostitute. She should have loved him more with her body, she thought as the tears streamed down her face. Now it was too late. She could never face him again, not after what he had done.

"Like that?" Wade's voice suddenly broke in. "I thought you would. Your Jeff isn't what you thought."

"It's not true," she defended. "That couldn't have been Jeff."

"You and I both know different, baby." she heard him say. "Lee's got a lot of hot cock. But, I can't understand why he had to go dipping it in some whore when he's got a broad like you."

"Oh!" she exclaimed indignantly. "How dare you talk like that to me."

"You won't be a lady for long, sweetheart," he grinned at her.

Pamela stood up suddenly but began to fall. What's happening, she thought, as she tried to regain her balance. Nothing seemed real. The room was lopsided and Wade's voice seemed tinny, like the tape recorder. Carefully she grabbed the edge of the couch and held herself still. The obscene words from the tape were still coming from the machine. Pamela could hear Carmen's pleas to Jeff, begging him to eat her until she came. As repulsive as the lewd pleadings sounded, Pamela seemed to understand the Cuban girl's need, a need she had never experienced before. The rantings had triggered the nerves between Pamela's supple thighs and she felt warm wet liquids suddenly seeping from the hair-covered lips of her vagina. She suddenly imagined Jeff's head between her thighs, his tongue slithering over her swollen clitoris in agonizing pleasure. No, she thought, revolted at her own thoughts. Oh God, no!

"Stop that sniveling," Wade ordered her as he motioned to his two men to come to the couch. "We've wasted enough time."

Pamela suddenly cringed as a heavy hand grabbed her by the arm and started to propel her toward the bedroom.

"W-What are you doing?" she cried. "Leave me alone."

But the man who held her arm only laughed. Through her tears she could see his dark face covered with an obscene grin. No man had ever touched her so roughly before. Jeff would make him pay, yes Jeff would help her. But wait, she thought, Jeff's no longer my husband. I could never have him back. Oh God, what's wrong with me? Jeff, she pleaded silently. Jeff, please help me.

"Baby, you're a regular wildcat," the man said as he threw her onto the bed. "You're fightin' like hell, but we both know you want some cock, don't we?"

"Yeah," Wade interrupted from the doorway. "All of us know that you want some cock. And we mean to see that you get all you can handle."

"Please," Pamela begged. "Don't do this to me. I've never hurt you. Oh, please!"

"Christ," the third man said. "We ain't done nothin' yet, and she's already beggin'."

Frightened, Pamela looked at the man's eyes and saw that he was staring at her. She grabbed at her robe and pulled it tight to her body. They all look so mean, she thought. They're all animals, just like Jeff said. Please, don't let them look at me like that.

"Wow," he continued. "A chick like you oughta be a better fuck than your husband says you are. He just doesn't know how to go about it the right way. I'll bet you're the wildest little piece of ass in Miami."

Pamela recoiled in horror at his obscene words. They couldn't talk to her like that. She was a lady, and part of Miami's high society, not just some common whore.

"Stop it," she yelled, feeling stronger. "Get out of here, all of you, or my husband will make you pay for the rest of your lives!"

"Sure, baby," Wade said as he walked toward the bed. You go right ahead and tell Jeff all about it, that is, if you can find him. He's probably in the sack with some other whore right now enjoying her hot pussy wrapped around his big prick. But don't you worry. He'll be calling in a few minutes to find out what the message is that I left with his secretary. You can talk to him then, if you can still talk."

"You can't do it," she screamed, her voice shrill with fear.

"Shut up," the man called Lefty shouted at her and slapped her hard across the face, knocking her onto her back. As her hand instinctively reached for the burning pain on her face, her bright red robe slipped from one shoulder, exposing the round firmness of her trembling breast as it fell free into the open air. She could see the man called Mac staring at the quivering orb, his eyes glued to the dark round circle that covered the rounded end of her succulent white breast.

"Nice," the third man, Mac, said and bent over to touch her. "Any broad that's built like you has got to be a good screw."

Pamela grabbed at his hand and tried to push it away, but he slapped her roughly on the other side of her face and she fell back onto the bed again, sobbing hysterically. She was going to become a rape victim of these depraved animals and there seemed to be no escape. If she had only listened to Jeff, this wouldn't have happened. She could forgive him for anything, if he would only come home.

Mac's large hand suddenly pulled her toward him and with one motion pulled her robe completely off of her sleek young body. She tried to scramble to the other side of the bed, but the men just laughed at her. She was totally naked in front of strange obscene men who had her completely at their mercy.

"Scared," Wade said. "You're scared now, but by the time I finish with you, you'll be begging for more. So knock off the act. We all know you're feeling it!"

Lefty kneeled on the bed beside her and ran his eyes over her firm round breasts, tracing an imaginary path over her belly to the soft silken hairs that covered her trembling pussy. She was completely under their control, and the control of the Spanish Fly. She was beginning to feel the effects of the drug, and would be screaming for them to fuck her before the next five minutes had passed. Lefty's hand pushed at the growing bulge in his trousers and he waited for the command to begin, so he could free his swelling penis from its prison.

Pamela wanted to escape, but there was no way. Somehow, through the haze, she could see the men who stood over her, one of them the leader of a syndicate, the other two, hired thugs. They were all intent on one thing, rape! They were going to spread her legs and sink their swollen pricks deep into the hot confines of her pussy and there was nothing she could do to resist.

"Ready, boss?" Lefty asked Wade.

"Yeah," he said. "But first, I wanna make sure the fly's worked. And then, after I've checked out that hot little pussy, I'm gonna let you boys do all the work, and I'll just watch."

"Hey, groovy, boss. Are ya gonna do it now?"

"Just watch," Wade said and leaned over the fear-quaking body of the young helpless wife that lay below. "She'll be so hot that even you guys won't be able to handle her."

Pamela sobbed uncontrollably as Wade reached out to touch her. She held her thighs tightly together in a futile gesture of resistance, but felt too weak to fight. Somehow, the tingling had returned to her full rounded breasts, and was working its way down to her loins as the Spanish Fly continued to gain control of her trembling body. She was totally ashamed as she closed her eyes to the lust-incited gazes of the three men who were about to rape her. Wade's breath was hot and close and she knew that he was going to do something to her that no man had ever tried. He was evil and as depraved as Jeff had claimed he was, but it was too late to find that out. Within minutes she would be ravaged and spoiled forever by these maniacs.

"Spread 'em," Wade commanded and lightly slapped one knee. "I'm gonna see just how hot you can get."

Trembling with fear, she refused to spread her legs, holding them tightly together with every last ounce of her strength, but Wade's strong hands suddenly sunk deep into the supple flesh of her soft smooth thighs, forcing her to obey.

"Please, don't," she pleaded, but her fear relaxed the firm muscles of her long legs and let them be pushed apart.

"That's better. Now let's see if you're warming up yet," Wade said and lifted her knees as she whimpered for him to stop. The three men uttered a simultaneous sigh as they looked at the soft silken pubic hairs, wet with the hot juices that were flowing from the quivering opening of her vulnerable pussy.

Pamela moaned and turned her head to the side as she felt Wade's fingers run along the soft inside of her thigh to the moist pink lips of her trembling cunt. Eagerly they toyed with the loose flesh, slipping along the wet crevice until they found the tiny bud of her clitoris. Then, with ease, the educated fingers pulled at the tiny red bud, massaging it back and forth until it filled with blood and grew erect, straining at its bonds of soft, pink flesh.

"Wow," Lefty sighed while he massaged his swollen cock. "Listen to her moan. Man, that fly'll turn on any frigid little bitch."

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," Wade told him. "Wait'll she really gets turned on and if we don't fuck her, you'll see her tryin' to fuck herself."

Just relax, and they won't hurt you, Pamela told herself. If she could just be calm, then they would hurry and get it over with. She tried to resist the finger without moving, but the tantalizing touch had salaciously lit the long dormant fires in her loins, and she felt the same rising desire that she had given herself in the bathroom. But No! She had to resist, she just had to!

But... the cruel, relentlessly teasing fingers were becoming too much for her. She tried to hold her breath as she felt them slither across the trembling opening of her hair-lined cunt teasing the throbbing entrance between her legs momentarily, then moving again to the pulsating bud of her swollen clitoris. She had never felt anyone's hands, allowed anyone's hands, to do what Wade was doing, but she had to fight it. She turned her head and exhaled heavily through her full red lips, trying to ease the growing pressure that was building in her loins.

"Yeah, baby," Wade grinned at her. "Blow it out. Get your mouth ready and wet for old Lefty there."

Lefty and Mac sat on the bed, watching first the obscene fingers, then the involuntarily contorted face of Jeff Lee's frightened young wife. Their necks were straining from their shoulders, stretching with anguish while they waited their turn with her firm, smooth flesh. Their boss would heat her up until the Spanish Fly would turn her into a raving nymphomaniac, then they would mount her and fuck her until they drained all their excitedly building sperm into her young, innocent body.

His eyes red with lust, Wade slid his fingers back to the quivering opening of her aching cunt. Suddenly and easily they slid into the hot wet opening and Pamela moaned deep from her belly as the fingers rotated around the smooth moist walls of her burning pussy. She clenched the soft white moons of her buttocks together in an effort to resist, but as she did, the tiny elastic ring of her anus twitched involuntarily, sending ripples of electricity through her abdomen. No matter how hard she tried, she could not blot out the growing fires that were building deep in her trembling cunt. Her entire body was flushed bright red, and the tiny pointed nipples that adorned her breasts were jutting straight into the air.

"Goddamn," Wade murmured, "She's gonna burn my fingers up with that hot little cunt. Christ, you guys are gonna get the fucking of your lives."

"Yeah, and her old man said she was no good," Mac whispered obscenely. "Man will he find out different from us."

"It won't be long," Wade whispered while he rubbed his swollen cock with his free hand.

"Oh, oh, oh!" Pamela whimpered as Wade suddenly thrust two more fingers into her tight elastic pussy. She was losing her battle, and knew it, though she still clenched her buttocks together in a frantic effort to resist.

But the probing fingers had become too much for her. As she clenched her anus again and again, the shocks of sex-maddened desire shot through her stomach and she began clasping her buttocks harder, increasing the passion that was building inside her yearning pussy. She had felt those shocks only once, the one time she masturbated. But now, a man was doing it for her, thrilling every inch of her flesh as his finger rubbed and rotated deep between the hair-lined lips of her trembling pussy. She wanted the fingers to go deeper, just like Carmen had wanted Jeff's cock to drive deeper into her ravaged cunt. Yes, oh, yes, deeper... deeper...

"Wow!" Lefty exclaimed.

"Yeah," Mac added. "She's squirmin' like a nympho. God, I can't wait to get my cock stuck in that wild little snatch. I'll fuck her until she won't moan no more!"

Pamela could barely hear them through her drug-hazed mind. She was moaning incoherently unable to face the reality of the passion that raged inside of her aching cunt. It felt so good when she had fingerfucked herself, but now... now it was like ecstasy having a man run his fingers in and out of her trembling pussy. It was true! She couldn't resist any longer... she wanted to be fucked! She was ashamed and degraded, but she had to be fucked.

"Oooohhhhh!" she moaned, but her voice was drowned out by the ringing telephone.

Quickly Wade jerked his fingers from her throbbing pussy and reached for the phone, ignoring her plea for him to continue. He watched as Mac thrust his fingers inside her cunt, then picked up the phone.

"Yeah," he whispered into the receiver, wanting Pamela's pleadings to be heard through the phone.

"Who the hell's this?" Jeff demanded.

"Aaaahhhhhhhh, please," Pamela groaned loud enough to be overheard by her husband.

"This is Wade Jackson," the gangster announced as if he were proud of his infamous name. "We came over to keep your sweet little wife company while the big newspaper man's out snooping where he shouldn't be."

"What are you doing to her," Jeff shouted into the other end of the line.

"Right now," Wade replied matter-of-factly, "One of my men has his fingers in your wife's cunt and is finger fucking her silly."

"You bastard..." Jeff started, but was interrupted by his wife's screaming for more.

"Yeah, Mr. Editor, your wife is having a ball," Wade said, then changed his tone. "And we're having a ball, too. So I'll tell you what newspaperman. You get your ass over here right away and see for yourself. And don't call the fuzz or your hot little wife'll be dead before they can get in the door."

Wade held the receiver close to Pamela's head and Jeff called to her through the phone.

"Oh, oh, oh, Jeff," she cried back to him. "Please, Jeff, help me!"

With that, Wade slammed the receiver onto the telephone. He looked at the lust-maddened girl with an obscene grin then turned his attention to his two henchmen.

"O.K., boys, fuck her silly."

Jeff Lee raced through freeway traffic to get to his home. Christ, he thought, what are they doing to her. His wife, sensitive and sheltered, was being raped by three thugs who don't have the right to even shine her shoes. Yet they were her captors and tormentors.

As he neared his home, Jeff put his hand under his coat and felt the cold steel of the pistol he had stuffed in his belt. He knew that if he called the police Wade would carry out his threat and murder his wife. The only way was to try and overpower them with the gun. That way, at least he had done something to save her from almost certain death.

Turning a corner, Jeff saw the white brick front of his home and took a deep breath. Well, here goes nothing, he thought. It had better work.

Once out of the car, Jeff sneaked around the side of the house to look in the bedroom window, but could only hear his wife's continuous moans of pleasure. God, I've got to stop them, he thought frantically, and ran to the back door, letting himself in with the key.

As quietly as possible he crept across the house, his gun drawn. He finally stopped at the bedroom door and listened again to the animal-like grunts of his wife. Then, with all his might, he kicked the bedroom door open, ready to start shooting at anything that moved.

But as the door banged open, Jeff froze.

There on the bed in front of him Mac was mounted on Pamela like a dog and driving his massive throbbing cock again and again into her clasping pussy. Horrified, Jeff watched his wife ramming her buttocks against the big man's hairy pelvis in a sex-crazed effort to suck his thrusting cock deeper into her burning pussy.