Chapter 11

Jean cowered in the center of the bed, her arms still bound tightly above her head. She felt her nakedness as a great shame covering her like an evil blanket. One that couldn't be dislodged no matter how hard one struck out against it. And now, that blanket was going to be replaced by something even more evil, the bodies of strange obscene men. Men, who would not even know her name or that she would not know, except as great shafts of indecent flesh drubbing into her helpless body. She would be the receptacle into which they would spew their lewd sperm as they had into thousands of other whores in other places at other times.

The vile squeak of the rat penetrated through her thoughts into her inner conscious mind. It too was part of the evil picture. It was the conqueror, the thing against which she could not fight. She knew she would have submitted to any demands, no matter how depraved, to keep that evil creature away from her, to keep its monstrous teeth from tearing at her body. This she would have done with or without the deadening potion she was now awaiting to lift consciousness from her tortured brain. It would only make it bearable, like Novocain when one had a tooth pulled, it didn't eliminate the horrible tearing at one's flesh, only hid it from the mind of the patient.

The door opened.

Oh God, she thought, Not yet. I'm not ready. I can still feel. Wait, wait please!

She prayed in fevered anguish for the drug to work, to cover her nakedness with the invisible cloak of unconsciousness.

But it didn't.

"Remember, my friend, fifteen minutes for your two dollars, no more," the voice of the Arab reminded cheerfully from the hallway. "And do not mark the girl."

The squeak of the rat resounded through the room as it heard its master's voice from the distance. It was hungry and the harsh scratching sounds of its paws clawing against the side of the cage silenced a cry building deep within Jean's fear-quaking body.

A short fat man, dressed in the sweat-soaked clothes of a dock- worker, entered and closed the door behind him. His eyes flickered in appreciation when he saw the delicious young feast spread defenseless on the bed. Jean had hoped, somewhere deep in her mind, that the bonds tying her to the bed would stir his conscience and he would call the police. One look at his lust- filled face dispelled this hope. The Arab was too clever. He would not bring men who say eye to eye with the law. He would choose his clientele well, probably those wanted by the law themselves. The quarter around the hotel was filled with them.

The dock-worker removed his shirt, silently staring at her with undisguised rapaciousness visible in his eyes. His huge barrel chest covered with ape-like hair, rose and fell in short puffing gasps as he dropped his pants to the floor. His short fat cock jerked into view beneath an overhanging roll of fat from his white belly.

Jean's eyes bulged in terror. The tea! The tea! Why didn't it work?"

And, suddenly, it did, but not the way she had expected.

The first piercing warning of Shalla's betrayal came as the man leaned gleefully over the edge of the bed and began running has rough callused hands over her smooth cringing flesh.

Her reaction was violent!

A deep indescribable electrifying shock shot through the frayed nerve-ends of her body like a thousand tiny sharp needles. Laughing red devils danced wickedly along the inner softness of her thighs. Her buttocks ground desperately into the mattress to quench a searing hot flame suddenly licking hungrily at her nakedness. It was futile, the fire roared headlong out of control. She lay immobile for a moment, her mind struggling hopelessly against the pin-pricks of sensation following the path of the course fingers digging into her flesh

He played cruelly on, unaware of the hopeless battle raging within the tortured girl beneath his kneading hands. He placed his thumbs on the fleshy lips of hair lining the outside of her cunt and pulled slowly apart. Jean lay holding her breath and fighting with all her moral strength

It was not enough, her resistance shattered.

She groaned, the exquisite feeling of air rushing over the rising bud of her exposed clitoris. It rippled up her now quivering belly and out into the nipples of her throbbing tits, drowning out the debasing humiliation of the strange hands roaming over her nakedness. The straining muscles of her thighs relaxed loosely, her white ivory breasts rose and fell heavily with her labored breath.

The man's tongue licked nervously at his thick mouth, small beads of sweat formed over his upper lip as he watched the gradual transformation of the girl beneath his stroking fingers. He did not understand and did not care, he would not question a gift like this--only a fool would.

He could not wait. He pushed her unresisting thighs wide with the rough palms of his hands and crawled eagerly over between their lush fullness. The devils danced faster around the rough pink edges of Jean's naked cunt as she felt the bed sag from his weight. It felt like a wet hot tunnel, and it had to be filled. Her eyes locked greedily on the fat thick cock dangling from his kneeling body above her. Suddenly forgotten was the evil animal lurking in the cage on the table; forgotten were the fears of humiliation. She needed but one thing now; she needed that cock! More than anything else in the world!

Even as her mind fought the repulsive sight of the kneeling fat body hovering between the slimness of wide-stretched thighs, her legs kicked out uncontrollably and her heels curled around his hips. She jerked forward wildly, pulling him with a grunt, heavily on top of her writhing body. He guided the thick blood- filled head straight into her throbbing cunt, his heavy weight smashing her with a deep moan far down into the mattress. He levered up, ramming his rod as deep as it would go into the hungry clasping pussy. His balls smacked heavily against her upturned ass, his fat hairy stomach bored hotly into the yielding softness of her belly.

Jean strained against the ropes but they held, cruelly cutting into her wrists and causing her teeth to gnash tightly together to drive back the pain of her tortured muscles. She wanted him deeper. She wanted to pull him deeper into her hot quivering cunt but the bonds held her back.

"Fuck deeper, Fuck deeper!" she screamed at him in desperation.

He grasped her ass cheeks in both hands and drove his cock to the hilt. It was too short!

She groaned in frustration, splaying her legs wide out over the bed to give him greater access. But it did not help.

As if in apology, the sweating fat man rammed his tongue deep into her wide-open mouth, the saliva drooling down into her throat. She sucked at it in wild frenzy, her body caught up in a whirlpool of naked raw lust that she had never known before. His jerking cock pistoned into her mercilessly, bringing gasps of pain as his pelvis smacked against her crotch, a brutal thud resounding through the room with each pile-driving thrust. She moaned again, he was bringing her to the peak with the brutal pounding of his body alone.

Then--suddenly--as she bucked uncontrollably beneath him, she felt his plunging cock stiffen without warning and spew its white-hot liquid far into the hidden recesses of her tortured womb.

Jean groaned in frustration. It was too soon, too soon. She was almost there, the peak was but a hair away. She strained crazily for it, but the man's dead weight collapsed heavily across her still driving body. The useless deflated prick hung spent between her churning thighs.

She buffeted her wet crotch up against it angrily, tears of frustration running down her passion inflamed cheeks. But the soft rubbery tube gave way limply before her anguished last upward thrusts. He rolled from her body, breathing heavily in satiation, he had gotten his two dollars worth. He smiled happily.

The fire burned on in Jean, even as the man left the room, she was waiting for the next, grinding her buttocks into the mattress in anticipation.

Oh God, she sobbed, the hunger coursing through her like a narcotic. I'm going crazy, crazy. Send me someone! send me someone!

Shalla's head appeared through the partially open door, a grin of satisfaction on his lips as he saw Jean's drugged body writhing out of control on the bed. He must raise his price and cut the time to ten minutes. Mufta had many clients waiting downstairs and the potion would last for hours. The girl was beyond objecting to anything now. In fact, he thought happily, she would welcome it.

Jean's eyes were glazed in frightened uncontrollable desire. The thoughts of unconsciousness had faded. She wanted to feel. She wanted to feel the deliciousness of a man fucking her. She wanted her belly filled by great pools of cum and feel it shaking around wetly inside her--

Hurry, Shalla, hurry, her mind droned drunkenly. Bring me one, bring me one or I'll die!

She did not have long to wait. The door opened and an old man on crutches hobbled in, his eyes shining in lust. He had only one leg and his clothes were those of a street beggar. They looked as though they had not left his body in months. Jean's passion was beyond caring now, he was a man! A man with a cock that could slice into her burning pussy. That was all that mattered.

Hurry, you bastard, hurry, raced through her mind desperately. She opened her legs wide, pointing the dripping hair-lined slit of her cunt directly at the lewdly grinning cripple, grinding it up with her tightly clenched ass in an equally lewd invitation to spur him to speed.

He lost no time in tearing his ragged clothes from his unwashed body. He hadn't believed the Arab on the street when he had described this women he had for sale. Nor the price. All that would buy on the street was a fat old hag who had been used up years before and who would lie drunkenly under you thinking of the wine she could buy with the money from this trick. But this was different. The Arab had spoken truly. She was young and her flesh was firm. It had been many long years since he had fucked anything even approaching this. He could not afford the young ones in the houses and even if he could they would turn him down because of his nauseating appearance. He could not believe his luck with this one, begging him for it with her obscene gestures and groans. He would use his ten minutes well.

He hobbled to the bed and without ceremony, threw the stump of his missing leg over Jean's squirming body. He straddled her stomach heavily. The soft whiteness of it brushed tantalizingly against the wrinkled sac of-his dangling balls causing his ancient prick to jerk in anticipation He moved forward along her writhing torso, laying his still semi-soft penis between the valley of her full fleshy tits. He cupped a hand on either side of the quivering mounds and pushed them together, trapping his awakening cock softly between them. He had always wanted to do this but none would ever let him. Now with the girl's hands tied over her head she could not object. Besides, the Arab said anything as long as he didn't mark her.

Jean, beneath him, could feel the bones of his thin buttocks pressing painfully into her ribs as he rocked forward. He had straddled her so suddenly that she had been taken unaware. She needed him in her--not like this. She tried desperately to wriggle up the bed under him but he rode with her body.

"No, no, please, not that way, not that way," she cried in frustration as she looked down her nose and watched the red bulbous head growing between her tightly held tits. She could feel it begin to throb against the sensitive tissue of her skin, sending further sheets of hot licking flame racing down to the quivering slit of her palpitating cunt.

"Oh God no! Fuck me, please! Please!" she begged as he began a rocking motion, sliding his blue veined cock faster and faster between her straining breasts. Spit dripped from his puffing lips, moistening the narrow valley and making the passage easier for the rampaging instrument that ignored her pleas. He continued his desperate thrusting--faster-- faster--his breath coming in quick labored gasps, until before her horror- stricken eyes, its long stored cum began spurting in sticky hot streams over her naked breasts. It ran down over her shoulders and throat in wet white rivulets, soaking the mattress beneath.

"Get in me. Get in me. Now! Now!" she raved, her head thrashing from side to side in bitter defeat.

"Why didn't you? Why didn't you?" she shouted up at him through hate-filled eyes, her arms straining at the binding ropes like a mad woman. She cursed his impotency with all the foul words that came to her lust deranged mind.

"Send me a man! Shalla you son of a bitch! Send me a man!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. Her cunt was a steaming hot cavern now that twitched like a nerve out of control. Her body was going to explode into a million fiery particles if someone didn't stuff a cock into her soon--she sobbed hysterically, crying out for deliverance.

The crippled dressed and hobbled hurriedly from the room, fearful that this lunatic might break loose from her bonds and do him bodily harm.

As Jean watched him disappear through the door, she suddenly gasped and held her breath. His form was replaced by the shadow of the biggest man she had ever seen. He stooped as he entered to keep from hitting his head against the frame.

He was jet black!

Her pleadings froze in her throat. Desire, suddenly replaced by fear, withered in her body. He would kill her!

"I've brought you a man, my pigeon," Shalla's voice cooed from behind the giant Nubian. "I've given him a discount to let some of the others watch. You must perform well," he chortled happily. "They are paying one American dollar each for a good exhibition and we can't disappoint them, can we?"

"Ohh, please, no," Jean whimpered, a battle raging between her mental revulsion and the fire raging inside her drugged body. "I can't, I can't, not in front of other people. N-not with h- him. Ohh, Please, please, Shalla!"

Without speaking, he reached for the towel over the caged black rat and withdrew it slowly, his cruel grin directed straight into her eyes.

"Chiga would like to watch also. I'm certain you would not like to disappoint my little pet. He offends so easily."

The starving rat clawed and struggled against the restraining wire of the cage, his beady eyes hungrily searching the room for some sign of food to quell his ravenous appetite. Jean shrank back into the mattress, the terror again crawling over her as his tiny wicked eyes locked on her naked white flesh

Shalla watched the servile acceptance register on her terrified face. He was contented that she would not give trouble with the threat present of her breasts being ripped from her body. He patted the top of the cage lovingly and motioned for Mufta to herd the crowd into the room.

Jean was dimly aware, through drug glazed eyes, of the leering faces crowding into the small closed room. Would they ever stop coming? They were lining the walls and hanging over the iron rail at the end of the bed, packing the small chamber until the air became hot and almost unbearable from their sweating unwashed bodies and heavy excited breathing. They were horrible grotesque faces peering down at her. Some toothless and unshaven, some marred by terrible diseases, but all wide- eyed and eager for the cruel ravishment of the quivering white body staked out before them to begin

When the room was jammed with at least twenty straining men, Shalla motioned for Mufta to lock the door, cutting off the last entrance for air. The odor was heavy and pressed down on Jean like an invisible musty cape. She struggled for breath, her lungs sucking in great gasps, fighting to maintain consciousness.

Shalla nodded his head at the painting Nubian who began eagerly stripping his clothes from his glistening black body. His pants fell to the floor causing a murmur of fevered approval to ripple through the excited crowd. His giant ebony cock reared out from his black muscular stomach like a third arm with a huge tightly balled fist at the end. It was at least ten inches long and two inches wide and the two great sperm inflated balls hanging at the base gave it the menacing appearance of a cannon ready to fire.

Jean jerked her tightly clenched eyes open at the ripple of noise running through the room, her shocked gaze locking on the monstrous shaft pointing directly at her. She gasped in terror, drawing her thighs tightly together in anguished fear, her mouth dropping loosely open in astonished disbelief.

It couldn't be true. He would split her open! Horrible visions of her ripped torn body flickered wildly through her cringing mind. They couldn't do it. They couldn't do it!

The Nubian stepped to the bed, the crowd closing behind him to get a closer look at the unbelievable spectacle about to take place before them. Helpful hands from the sides of the mattress grasped harshly at Jean's tightly clasped ankles, pulling them brutally open. Her delicate pink slit nestling in the soft pubic hair burst into full view of the spectators at the end of the bed. The others strained closer around the bedside to get their look at the palpitating treasure of the struggling girl. Over-anxious hands reached out to pinch quickly at the white full tits above, digging harshly for a stolen moment, and then disappearing anonymously back into the crowd.

The giant black climbed between her wide-spread legs. The restraining hands on her ankles levered them up off the bed and back over her head until the soles of her upside down feet were touching the headboard in a great vee about four feet apart Jean's face contorted in anguish, every muscle in her body felt as though it were stretched beyond all human endurance. The flat plane of her soft hair covered pussy was presented up to the kneeling Nubian in defenseless sacrifice. It was his, his to plunder at will.