Chapter 8

By the time Doctor Leduc got around to leading Janet to his private consulting chambers, she found that fear had begun to take the place of the ardent desire that had been building within her throughout the day. The liqueurs -- or whatever they were -- she had been consuming one after the other had peaked her passion almost to the maddening point before supper, but with the passing of time and following what food she had eaten, all such carnal thoughts and sensations had suddenly dissipated themselves, leaving little but apprehensive revulsion for what she knew was to come.

Dear God, why had Paul insisted they come here, she thought, as the suave Frenchman led her into a luxurious suite of rooms located in a far wing of the sprawling villa. She watched him snap the catch of the lock behind him and wondered what in God's name she would do for help if she needed it. They had walked for ten minutes along corridors and up stairs. Paul could never find her here! Nor could she ever find her way back to him...

"And now, ma chere, this night I want you to completely relax and give of yourself," Leduc said, smiling meaningfully at her.

Although the room was splendidly furnished with massive desk, plush chairs, and other paraphernalia depicting his profession, a round, rose- hued, velvet covered bed surrounded with mirrors immediately caught her eye, its obvious purpose causing her breath to catch frighteningly in her throat.

She looked to him quickly, her beautiful eyes widening now in this new panic that had begun to well up inside her. Doctor... I... please, may we not go back and join the others?" she stammered hesitantly in her perfect French.

Leduc's smile broadened as he observed this new consternation draining the color from her entrancing face. It pleased him that she dreaded what was to come, yet knew she must submit like a common slave. Earlier, he had feared that she was looking forward to their little tete- a-tete, and he felt disappointed inasmuch as her desire would deprive him of forcing his will upon her, but now he realized she had drunk too much absinthe and the effects had finally dwindled with the event of time and supper.

Leduc walked to a chair and lowered himself into it. "My pet, you surprise me," he said tauntingly. "I thought after our last day aboard ship together that you had come to understand you must open your cunt to me whenever I feel like dallying with you?"

The vile sound of the lewd word twisted Janet's entrails nauseously. "Oh please... please don't speak that way to me?" she pleaded.

"Ahhhh, but ma chere, I will speak to you as I choose," Leduc said softly, changing to English. "For you are my own luscious bitch slave... and tonight I intend to teach you many new things to delight my sensual appetite."

Janet's hand went to her throat in an automatic gesture of her dread. She must have been insane this morning when she thought she wanted him to make love to her! My God, he was foul and evil... and she had to get out of here! Suddenly, she spun about and ran for the heavy door, fumbling with the lock frantically... but the effort was futile. She couldn't open it. Slowly, she turned back toward him, tears dribbling down her reddened cheeks.

"Oh God, please... please, Doctor. Let me go... let me go," she sobbed, slumping to the floor, her face buried in her hands as she wept quietly.

Leduc had not moved. He was reveling in this emotional display of panic and penitence. In fact, it had commenced his member into a lengthening rigidity and he licked at his thin lips licentiously.

"Now, my pet," he said in his soft monotone, "supposing you get up from there and come over here... before you anger the doctor and he sees fit to punish you... in some diabolical manner, eh?"

Janet raised her head, opening her tear glazed eyes in an effort to see him there and study the expression of his face. The sincere tone of his words had frightened her further; she wouldn't put anything past this man. Still, she must try to fight him. She must do everything to keep from submitting to his lust ever, ever again.

"D-Doctor Leduc... don't you see what you're doing to me?" she sobbed at him. "I love my husband... I love him with all my heart and I could never love another. Please... please, let me go to him... ?"

"Of course, you love your husband, ma chere," said Leduc, arising and walking to her, gently helping her up from the floor and taking her to a chair beside his desk. "And you will see him... after we've had our shot and our little glass of medication."

Janet hesitated. "Must I have the shot?"

Leduc smiled. "My dear, it's entirely up to you. You know what happens if you don't have it."

The horror of her agonies the previous night came quickly back to her and once more she covered her face with her hands.

My God! I wish I could die!

"So... ? Shall we take our shot... or our chances, cheri?"

A shudder rippled through her. "Yes, yes. Give me the shot. Oh God, yes... I've got to have it."

Leduc had decided to use no hypnotism at all on her this night. He wanted her entirely aware of his power over her, completely conscious of the fact that she was nothing more than his slave. A bit of Dhattura to excite her loins and a spot of closed-circuit television for entertainment. That was all that would be necessary, he was certain.

When she had drunk the sweet, amber-colored liquid, he took the glass from her, got to his feet and grasped her hand. Again, Janet held back.

"Come, ma chere, now I'm going to take you to see your husband."

She stood hesitantly, then saw that he was leading her to the round bed.

"Don't be frightened, cheri," he said, smiling at her in his inimitable manner. "We are going to lie down here fully dressed and watch a television screen, and you will see all of the others, including your handsome husband."

Janet was confused and uncertain, but the mere mention of seeing Paul brought her slowly to a reclining position on the bed, with the Doctor beside her, some twelve inches between them. She lay back on the pillow and saw the large screen light up directly before her eye level above her head. Leduc had picked up a small, remote hand unit, pressed the first button that brought the screen from the wall to halt at the proper height, then he had switched a second button setting the instrument in operation.

Already, Janet had commenced to feel those same familiar, prurient sensations tingling in her pelvic area and she tightened her crotch muscles, even crossing her legs as if to choke the growing agitation that was mounting there. And as she did these things, her eyes focused upon the screen above while sounds of beating drums became audibly clear. The dimly lighted background confused her at first, but then the dancers came into view quite readily.

They were young, brown-skinned boys and girls, completely nude and dancing about each other in a wild frenzy, the girl's small, taut breasts and tight firm buttocks jouncing erotically with the savage rhythm, while the boys kept thrusting at them with stiff, naked penises jutting out from their young loins in boarish violence.

My God! She couldn't believe the sight! And then the girls were clasping the boy's members as if they were trying to hold them away... but all of the time massaging and stroking them, and thrusting their own buttocks out behind as if to get away from the oncoming boy... then the girl was attacked from the rear and Janet saw the second boy's long, thin shaft go right up into the poor girl's rectum! The child cried out ecstatically, letting free of the boy's tool in front of her, until he too charged forward, ramming his stiff penis deep up into her vagina and impaling her between them with their cocks sunk deep in both her orifices.

"My God, what is this?" she heard herself question.

Leduc tittered. "It is a fertility rite, ma chere, often performed in North Africa and the Middle East... but this one is taking place right here in the villa at this moment... as you see it."

The carnal sight had involuntarily started her blood racing through her veins as the sensations in her stomach, pelvis and loins continued to increase. She squirmed down into the bed feeling the mattress beneath her buttocks pressing deeper into her dampening crevice. Her panties soaked up the moisture and she squeezed her thighs together to hold down the unwanted tingling fermentations growing there. She swallowed dryly. She was on dangerous ground once more and knew it, but could think of no way of escape. The lewd sight of the wild orgy held her nearly spellbound. She squirmed downward again, the mattress forcing the crotch band of her panties deeper into the split of her loins. Its smoothness excited the sensitive, pink lips of her vagina. She felt minute throbs beginning to pulse in the tiny bud of her clitoris and she bit her lower lip tightly to hold back the forbidden sensations that were throbbing between her legs.

I must get hold of myself! I must!

She raised to one elbow. "You said I would see Paul..."

"And so you will, my pet," said Leduc as she lay back down, raising her knees now with the soles of her feet flat on the velvet coverlet, holding her legs tightly together while her skirt fell back to expose a portion of her smooth white thighs above the tips of her hose. "If you look closely about the room, you will see couches with people dressed in togas lying upon them... and doing other things..."

She did... and she saw! She made out the face of Charl Rondeau... and... and Gretchen Friestag... both naked! And she was on all fours with Charl on his knees behind her buttocks... then, Leduc flicked a button that brought them into close-up and Janet gasped when she saw Charl's slippery cock plunging into the lovely blonde German girl's flowered vagina. She watched in revulsive fascination as Charl fucked into her with long powerful strokes -- not hurrying, and leaning back to enjoy the sight of his prick moving in and out of her glistening, moist cunt -- she watched the soft, pink flesh of Gretchen's throbbing pussy gripping and clasping at his thick shaft in pulsating constrictions, then...

"My God!" she gasped a second time as she made out the countenance of Paul with Madame Leduc bent over him, his prick shoved to its entirety into her mouth! "It's... it's Paul... and your wife!"

"Of course, ma chere," purred Leduc. "She's sucking him. Beautiful, isn't it? Poor chap, look at the salacious expression on his face. He is loving it... it has been such a long time for him."

"Oh, dear Jesus!" Janet groaned. "My husband... my darling Paul!"

"But you see, my dear, if you won't suck or fuck him, he had to go to another," Leduc said, rolling to his side and placing his hand upon her belly. "Just as you must come to me to have your pussy licked... or receive a cock in your asshole... or merely to get fucked..."

"Oh no, no! Stop... stop!" Janet groaned at his obscenities, writhing beneath his touch as a deep, indescribable electrifying shock surged through the frayed nerve-ends of her drugged body like a thousand tiny sharp needles. Laughing red demons seemed to spring into being and dance wickedly along the inner softness of her thighs. Her buttocks ground desperately into the soft bed beneath her in an effort to quench a sudden hot flame licking hungrily over her body. She closed her eyes so that she would not have to see the horrible thing that Paul was letting the woman do to him, and she strained to blot out even the thought of it from her mind... but it was impossible to eliminate the maddening sensations Doctor Leduc's hand was causing her.

Suddenly, his fingers dug into the softness of her flesh and she whimpered in pain. His hand moved down her side as he edged closer to her, his hot breath against her cheek, and his fingers dug cruelly into the narrowness of her waist, and then over the full rounded curve of her hips into the hardness of her pelvis taunting her, and she clutched at his hand as his fingers gathered in the folds of her skirt until he reached the crease of her hot loins between her legs. Gone was any sign of gentleness. He began to chew savagely at her ear while he rubbed furiously into her crotch, raising a cry of pleasure-pain from her throat... then, he rolled back away from her and laughed.

"Now, that is the way it could be if I so desired it, ma chere," he sneered, unzipping the front of his trousers. "But I believe, for a little while anyway, I'd prefer more gentle and submissive loving, eh?"

Janet did not answer. She had heard him open the front of his trousers and dreaded to think what was going to happen next.

"Enough of this nonsense, my bitch," he said sharply. "It's time for our little performance... now, take out my cock."

An unwanted shudder of sensual delight quivered through Janet at his command, yet she still sought to fight it as the pin-pricks of sensation followed along the path his cruel fingers had taken.

Once again, Leduc reached over to her, well aware of the hopeless battle raging within the tortured girl beneath the kneading fingers. He slid his hand under her skirt and along the soft warm flesh of her inner thigh and she merely moaned, no longer trying to stop him. He squirmed his fingertips beneath the elastic of her panties, then with thumb and forefinger on the fleshy lips of hair lining the outside of her cunt, he spread them slowly apart. Janet lay holding her breath, still attempting to fight with all of her moral strength.

But her philter weakened will power would not sustain her... and her resistance shattered.

She groaned, the exquisite feeling of air rushing over the rising bud of her exposed clitoris. It rippled through her now quivering belly and out into the nipples of her covered, throbbing tits, destroying all feeling of debasement, humiliation, or thought of any other thing but the delicious pleasures building within her. The straining muscles of her thighs relaxed loosely and she rolled toward Leduc with a little moan as her small hand darted forth inside his trousers to find his heavy, thick cock and bring it out into the room with them.