Chapter 5

Janet didn't know what it was, what mental affliction had suddenly warped her mind into instantaneous loathing at the mere sight of Paul's naked body, but she well knew that the ailment had seized hold of her- neurotic or otherwise. Paul had said nothing... unbelievably nothing... not once complaining to her during the entire voyage... even after she would lead him on, begging him to make love to her, wanting him so badly that she ached maddeningly with her desire; and then, he would expose himself, his throbbing shaft leaping at her in its inflated, pent-up denial, and the detestation at its sight would envelop her like a vile, nauseous shroud, and the uncontrollable hate would take command of her.

But she did not hate him! In her heart she knew this; she loved him more than anything in the world! She had babbled her soul to Doctor Leduc, trying to extract from him the truth of her malady, but always his answers were evasive. Then, he would give her the shot, followed by the little glass of amber-colored liquid, and invariably the lewd hallucinations would ensue in the aftermath... with him, Doctor Leduc, as her partner in these lascivious aberrations. Yet, each day after her treatment, she would leave his quarters enjoying a completely sated and relaxed warmth that would remain with her throughout the day... until the night when she would again beg her darling Paul to take her... and then the horror would come over her once more.

Last night, he had refused, she recalled as she walked along the passageway toward the doctor's shipboard office. Instead, he had held her in his arms close to him until she slept, caressing her cheeks and her hair. Dear God, she loved him so much, yet, she could not show him.

What hideously monstrous thing is it that's happened to me? In God's name, help me! Help me!

Doctor Alex Leduc eyed his stellar patient lust fully. He had performed his ritual of needle and Dhattura, plus bringing to her attention the splendor of the amethyst in the ring on her finger. However, this day he had fore-planned more exciting events destined not only to enrich the future, but to enticingly spike the present. In some eight hours they would dock in Le Havre, thus, all final preparations had to be accomplished at this point.

The debonair physician smiled as he studied the delicate loveliness of this magnificent flower he had plucked. Her eyes were closed and she sat rigidly in a deep, deep sleep... quite erectly, he thought, and quite breathtakingly.

He arose, walking around to sit on the edge of his desk, arms folded, as he spoke in his rich monotoned voice.

"Madame Arden, today when we have reached what I feel is the crucial moment, I will say to you, Are you happy? When you hear these words, Are you happy, you will awaken fully and know all that is taking place. Do you hear me, Madame? You will know all that is taking place."

"I-I hear you. I will know all that is taking place."

Again, he smiled. "And you will realize that you are addicted to a rare drug that only I, Doctor Leduc, can obtain for you. You will realize this?"

"I will realize this."

"You will understand that you must have it daily. Without it, you will fall into violent seizures of vomiting, perspiration and muscle spasms. You will have no control over your body. You must have the injections that I, Doctor Leduc, administer to you daily. Do you understand, Madame Arden?"

"I-I understand."

"Very well... when I count to five you will awaken, arise and go into the examining room where you will completely disrobe for your examination. Do you understand?"

"I understand."

There had been so many lovely flowers, he thought, each one more rare than the last, it seemed, but this one... this gorgeously sublime creature with the young, naive American husband surpassed all. He nearly laughed aloud as he thought of the sport Madame Leduc was going to have with her. Surely, his beloved wife's first thought when she saw her would be of Vailante, that noble beast of a dog she loved so much. Once more, he smiled, then he said, "One -- two -- three -- four -- five."

Janet arose from her chair, offered him an almost apologetic half smile as she moved toward the examining room. In there, she immediately began to remove her clothes, until when the doctor entered she was entirely naked and climbing upon the narrow examining table.

Leduc paused to watch her inspiring, nude movements, the contours of her voluptuous body never ceasing to arouse licentious excitement within him. In his debauched lifetime, he had never laid eyes on such perfect breasts... so pointed, full and erect, such erotic, pleasure filled hips, such exquisite, perfectly formed thighs and legs... all these plus a face truly meant to excite the passions of a saint. Ah, those sensuous lips, those exotic eyes... what a rare, rare gem he had stolen.

He approached the table where she lay.

"Madame," he said commandingly, "turn over and raise up onto your knees."

Janet hesitated, her brows knitting momentarily but she obeyed, lowering her head and thrusting her buttocks high into the air behind her. This was Doctor Leduc, and he had brought her such comfort...

He stripped his clothes and climbed upon the table behind her, his pulsating, heavy cock heaving lustfully as it pointed itself toward the pinkish crinkled ring of her anus so lusciously displayed to him from between the full rounded spheres of her buttocks. He leaned forward, probing his saliva wettened tongue upward from the moist, hair collared flanges of her cunt-mouth, along the spread crevice to her tiny prune- wrinkled rectum where he tried to penetrate with its stiffened tip, but the sphincter was too snug, and instead, he accomplished his main purpose... to lubricate it well. Then, he raised, and taunted her cunt with the violent purple head of his peeled-foreskinned prick, until her whimpers drifted back to him as he ran its insinuated head between the splayed lips to gently tease her clitoris, and she commenced to moan incessantly.

Finally, he introduced the massive tip into the viscous coated channel, never stopping, but continuing a constant penetration until its entirety was submerged in slow, tormenting inches into the very depths of her belly, and the half-dozen times she was about to cry out she held herself, not knowing why, only realizing that this devastating, constant plunge into her entrails was what she wanted.

The massive head of this invading monster was ripping her deepest organs... and she wanted it so. Suddenly, her own hand slipped between her thighs and spreading the soft curls of her pubic hair, caressed the erectiled bud of her throbbing clitoris. It caressed, stroked and taunted the already passion inflamed bud pulsating lasciviously down between her open legs.

Dear God, I want to die with this in me!

Leduc slowly withdrew his hardened cock. He raised it until its unseeing eye leveled with her hairless, puckered anus. He might have prepared it better by stretching it with his fingers, he thought lustfully, but the pleasures derived were better unannounced.

He doubted that she realized he was penetrating her asshole at first try. And then, she must have felt it prodding and working against her tight anus. She would have to decide it was much too big. She would judge that with certainty. He grinned to himself and wormed the tip of it into the snug resisting little aperture. He could feel the foreskin being stretched back against his long, thick tool and he gave a quick hip- thrusting stab until he could feel it slowly slipping its way into her rectum. She would say to herself, it was all right... it was all right... because she could say nothing else... and then, he was well beyond the barrier of the clutching muscle.

Janet thought... it's all right... it's all right... as it ground its way into her nether channel... and then suddenly, without warning, she felt as if a telephone pole was endeavoring to burst into her body!

She pulled away, but he held her fast and continued.

"Aaaaaaaggggghhhhhh... God almighty! Noooo, nooo, nooo! It hurts!" she cried.

Leduc grinned excitedly. Of course it hurt. It was supposed to hurt. He held her in a bear-hug and simply rammed and thrust.

"God, Jesus! It's too big! It's going to kill me!" Janet screamed back at him through her tightly clenched teeth.

But it was there, ever moving inward and she couldn't escape it. His thighs thrust hers forward; his arms holding her hips back to his.

Good God, I'm helpless! I can't move... I can't move... !

"Push back!" he commanded.

She could barely think, but she knew she must react to his words. Every way was pain and more pain. She did... she pushed back and opened her ass that final centimeter by deliberate effort because she had been ordered. It was like taking a huge, unrelenting log inside her, stretching her buttocks wider and wider until she thought she would die. His vicious cock surged right into her rectum, solid and extremely painful, but finally better because she had absorbed it all.

"Oh, ohhh, ohhhh," she gasped.

It was like having that portion of her basted with huge supports, like an excavation that would collapse if those precautions weren't taken.

Suddenly, Janet heard him croon with delight and gasp as he began to saw rhythmically and without the slightest mercy deep up into the soft confines of her back channel.