Chapter 7

Harry Weinstein grunted out a choke of surprise he licked his finger dipped in the birthday cake icing and raised his eyes in time to see a naked young girl bolting down the steps, her honey- blonde hair and jouncing breasts tearfully panting towards him. The obese man chuckled wildly, smacking his lips. Man, these Balines gave a party all right, and for the first time that evening, he hadn't felt regretful about laying out all that cash for his wife's birthday. Christ, if the blonde honey was the appetiser... shit!

He wiped his sticky fingers on his pant legs and headed after the racing naked beauty, stepping up his pace to a slow jog as he watched her frantically opening doors, obviously looking for a way out of the house. Twice, Toni had grabbed at doorknobs only to find out they opened only closets. He called out to her and, surprisingly, the terror-struck female stopped in her tracks, then rushed into his arms. Simultaneously, Uncle Milt pounded down the steps, short of breath and angry at his niece for causing a scene.

Harry chucked as Toni clung to him with her arms around his neck and he salaciously began to run his big pudgy hands over the smoothness of her nakedly trembling buttocks.

"She's high on something," apologised Uncle Milt. "Can't trust these kids these days." Jealously, he watched his client massage the resilient, firm buttocks of his niece. "Are any of the guests here yet?"

"Yeah... in the other room," Harry muffled through smothering kisses on Toni's soft neck.

Grasping one of Toni arms while the fat man, Harry, held the other, they walked Toni into the next room where the sound of soft music and hushed laughs belied the rowdiness of the scene.

It was impossible for Toni in her drugged mental state to comprehend what was happening to her: yet, brief instants of truth continued to overwhelm her mind... until vaguely she came to realise that she had been drugged... but worse, that everyone was leering at her.

Oh God... Oh, dear God! What were they going to do to her now? Desperately, she tried to struggle to keep her wits against the powerful effects of the numbing dosage of whatever it was she had taken unwittingly, aware as she was escorted between them that Uncle Milt's big hand was thrust between her naked buttocks and thighs, his thick finger thrust upward into her strangely moist and dilated vaginal passage, the obscene act causing luridly weird sensations to race through her loins and belly with every step she took, while the deceptive man beside her to the right was clutching and squeezing one of her breasts salaciously, twisting and pinching its tiny hard nipple to add to her unwanted excitement.

"Ohhh... ohhh..." she whimpered out as Milt began to swirl his thick finger inside her teenaged pussy, hearing both men laugh... then, they were stopping before the entrance to the room and again, Toni was not prepared for what her eyes focussed on.

The maze of naked bodies in the soft light engaged in every form of obscene coupling and act only faintly registered as she was ushered to the centre of the room and forced down on some sort of rug, the sounds of "ohs" and "ahs" and even laughter reaching her ears as if from another world.

She might have known fear had she been able to analyse her situation, but she could not, her torpid brain had progressed under the effects of hashish to where little but instincts registered, and presently she knew that the stimulating sensation between her legs had ceased and great disappointment swept over her. She started to cry, and then, recognised a face. It was Jeff's and he was lying on his back completely stripped, stretched out on a sofa, a fat woman with great big breasts squatting over his... his hardened thing that she was taking up into her cunt... and another woman standing beside them as if waiting for her turn, while Jeff rolled his head back and forth in what she reasoned to be ecstasy. Toni smiled benevolently, pleased to see him happy.

And then she saw other faces with attached naked bodies that she recognised, all the Black servants dressed in maid outfits minus the bottoms, sitting in obscene positions getting their cunts licked, or sucking cocks.

"Do I get first crack?" Toni nebulously heard Harry question and looked up at the two men from where she sat on the floor. Both of them were now naked, their massive cocks jutting out salaciously from their hairy loins, their heavy balls entirely visible to her from her position... and she couldn't resist extending her hand up to touch the nearest sac, her own instinctive desire piqued by all that had happened to her and what was going on before her dazed eyes around the room.

Harry gave a start when her fingers tenderly touched the bloated balls, and lewdly he grabbed hold of his long, thick cock to stroke it. Milt saw her unexpected movement, too, a jealous surge of lust charging through him, but he couldn't refuse Harry the first treat. Harry meant money. "Okay, just make it good."

"Don't worry about that," smacked Harry. "A little ass fuckin' should please you, heh?"

Their words all sounded like a jumbled conglomeration to Toni who had reached down between her hot thighs to slip a finger through the silken blondish hair and separate her moist cunt lips while she continued to finger the obese man's hairy balls. God, she could never remember being so excitedly wanting! If... if... only she could think straight!

Jeff gaped upward with befogged eyes at the fat, wildly drunk woman who was squatting over him, plunging up and down on his cock, her massive tits hanging and swaying obnoxiously as she worked toward her climax. He saw that there was another waiting, fingering herself as she watched her forerunner... but she wasn't so bad... somewhere in her fifties, but slender and maybe with a tight enough cunt to get him off!

Christ, what was it they had fed him, anyway? For certainly, he'd been drugged, and he couldn't help but wonder if they'd done anything similar to his Toni. He tossed his head back and forth like a teenaged virgin striving for her first climax, as the huge woman worked over him obscenely, her sagging breasts nauseating him, and he closed his eyes to the sight, straining his loins upward in hope that he could lie to himself come, and leave her nothing! But his efforts were futile; she beat him, wailing out her obese ecstasy... and then the next one climbed on,... and that's when he saw Toni in the middle of the floor on all fours. Harry Weinstein kneeling his way up behind her and between her spread legs and buttock his long thick cock in his hand while his beautiful little girl friend waited in obvious excitement... !

"Down... flat on your belly, bitch!" Harry ordered Toni who finally responded once the command was imprinted in her blurred mind, and the heavy bellied man knelt between her provocatively spread legs, staring lasciviously at the warm, tanned body beneath him.

He slid his hand along the inner side of her satiny smooth thigh to the moistened, teenaged lips and then pink slit of her tight young cunt, tracing the hair-lined separation with a forefinger upward between the cheeks of her firm, whitely contrasting buttocks, watching the rounded soft moons arch and fall in growing excitement to his touch. He felt the desire in his loins growing hotly as he contemplated what he was about to do to her... what his fat wife would never let him do to her, and the reason why he'd bought her that goddamned expensive dog to loosen her up.

Toni swallowed at the dryness of her throat. Her subservient position added to her confusion, for she had no idea of what he was going to do to her... she was only aware of her lack of control over the ever-rising passion swirling wildly in her belly below. She sensed him up over her back, and she squirmed beneath him to the excitement of his exploring hands little tongues of flames licking salaciously at her loins and belly, building her desire to greater and greater heights with every passing moment from the obscene teasing of his probing fingers.

She lay her face against the soft rug and groaned into it, partially muffling the licentious throaty grunts emitting from between her tightly clenched teeth. Oh God, his hands... his hands... ! Her lush, rounded buttocks hollowed and writhed wantonly beneath their pudgy, relentless caresses, a sudden urgency of tremors rippling erotically over her youthful flesh.

She heard his rammish laugh and tried to picture his fat face, but couldn't. Oh God, why didn't he do it... ? Why didn't he fuck her, whoever he was instead of taunting her this way? She couldn't resist the pleasurable thought of his cock slipping into her... ! "Ohh," she moaned aloud as she felt his thick finger slide up inside her moist, tingling cunt and she squirmed excitedly down onto it.

Harry gloatingly listened to her whine down into the softness of the rug, her voice unnatural, thick with desire and ever- mounting wantonness.

"Aaaahhhhhh..." she whimpered again, twisting her passion- contorted face until he could see the effect his teasing hands were having on her, and then it occurred to him that she had absolutely no idea of what he intended to do to her, nor the mental capacity or physical power to fight him in her drugged state. She was completely at his mercy, the thought sending a wave of sadism charging through his heavy loins.

Toni, her bottom churning incessantly beneath his hands while others had gathered in a circle around them, to watch the stimulating performance, made no effort to fight against the lewd, carnal urges racing uncontrollably through her lust-incited body, while in her numbed mind she had begun to pray that he would fuck her soon, before his tormenting ministrations drove her completely mad. But instead, his thick middle finger continued to surge with relentless force into her cunt and she froze momentarily, catching her breath when the sensations it caused finished sky rocketing through her.