Chapter 4

Ann Fleming had steeled herself to meet almost any kind of abuse she could imagine. What she had seen in the photos delivered to the hotel convinced her that she could expect sexual assaults from either Gerault, Le Boeuf, or both. She had not seen the photos taken just a few minutes before, in this room, nor had there been any opportunity to learn what Chuck and Darla had undergone while upstairs.

She didn't really want to know. She could imagine all too easily the further rape of her look-alike daughter by these Frenchmen. And she didn't like to think of that sleazy, smelly Yvette toying with Chuck's equipment, either. She didn't like the thought of those family jewels, which had given her so many pleasurable delights, in the garbage-like vault of that French whore!

Nor did she care to picture her son's defilement by the woman. Yet, she knew it must be intended. Just as she fully expected to be invaded by the Frenchmen who now ushered her into the bedroom.

"Take off all your clothing!" Gerault ordered them.

Ann almost protested against their forcing both the mother and the son to disrobe in the same room. But she remembered the threats issued downstairs, and decided to hold her tongue. As she removed her clothes, she detected the faint smell of semen in the room. A little shudder ran through her. That smell was always an aphrodisiac trigger for her. Even now, under these agonizing circumstances, it got to her.

She felt their eyes on her, and knew they were admiring her ripe body, which had retained its lushness with scarcely an added wrinkle or ounce of fat, since Tommy's birth. She was thinking of Tommy, and of the delight she'd experienced when he nursed on her milk-laden breasts as an infant. Now, as he undressed in her presence with obvious embarrassment-she noticed that he was very much the virile young man. In recent years, since he'd struggled through the first stages of puberty, she hadn't seen him without at least a pair of shorts or bathing trunks. he certainly was not her "Little boy" any more. In fact, she colored blushingly when he inadvertently looked her way.

She stood there, vulnerable in her nudity try, and felt the quick touch of his gaze on her body. It made her feel more exposed to be seen by her own son than by these depraved strangers who were their captors.

Tommy was blushing, too. The sight of his mother's unclothed body affected him strangely. Mothers were supposed to be different from other women. He realized that they had the same basic equipment, but somehow it seemed indecent that this woman who had given birth to him and cared for him all these years, should have the ripe, exciting figure of a girl many years younger than her 39 winters.

Those full, firm-looking globes that he knew he had nursed as a baby showed almost no tendency to sag, and the sleek lines of her hips, swelling out from that tiny waist, were all too much like those of a pinup girl in one of the men's magazines. He kept his eyes completely averted, after that one accidental glance, but the femaleness of that golden-tanned body and the bright blonde triangle which decorated the juncture of thighs and belly, remained as an image burned on his brain.

"Okay!" said Gerault, startling them both with the suddenness of his voice in the embarrassed silence of the room. "Get in the bed! Quickly!" Ann moved slowly backward until her legs bumped the edge of the bed, then sat down.

"I am going to tell you what I told Mr. Fleming. Then I shall expect complete cooperation from both of you: Mr. Fleming has refused to pay us when his daughter's safety depended upon it. I am convinced that he will pay to protect the reputation of every member of his family. Pride can be a strange thing.

"Therefore, we will take pictures of all of you- pictures which he will be anxious to destroy, before they can be seen by others. If he then pays us what we ask, we will let him destroy the pictures. You see, this is the only way we have of dealing with a man of his stubborn convictions.

"Now, we have wasted enough time with this family. So, from here on, you will do exactement as you are told, quickly, and without hesitation. If you do not, there will be pain. Your daughter, Mrs. Fleming, already bears a painful proof of what I tell you. It is up to you if you also receive much pain. So! We waste not another minute! Into bed, both of you!"

Ann drew up her legs, keeping them chastely together, and lay out full length on the bed. Tommy crawled in beside her, keeping to the other side of the bed. There were several inches of space between them.

"Now, you-Tom-mee, is it not.-you will place your left hand on her hip. Quickly!" Tommy's hand reached out, and he had to turn his body toward her to stretch the distance. Ann, out of the corners of her eyes, saw that he would have to slide his hand and wrist across the area of her womanly triangle to obey the command, so she rolled over toward him on her side, moving the forbidden forest out of the danger zone. When his hand touched the warm flesh of her hip, she gasped involuntarily. The ends of his fingers were lightly resting on the sensitive skin of her buttock a tingle went through her at the contact.

"Now, your mouth on her breast!" commanded Gerault.

Tommy hesitated a fraction of a second, then saw the Frenchman moving closer to Ann's side of the bed. He was blowing on the tip of a lit cit, arette, and there was an evil joyful light in his eyes. Had Gerault been moving toward him, Tommy was sure he would have refused to obey. But he knew it was his mother who would pay for it. And Gerualt seemed to want an excuse to display his sadism.

Quickly, Tommy moved closer, until his head was at the level of her breasts. He touched the side of the pale golden hillock with his lips, and Gerault stopped the advance of the glowing cigarette.

"Movement!" ordered Gerualt. "Use your lips and tongue; stir up the n pple! We must have convincing photogrophaphs."

Tommy's lips parted, and he traced a light trail up the side of the tender globe to the irregularly textured surface at its peak. He felt a thrill as the softness touched the tip of his tongue.

Ann was struggling to control her outlaw sexuality, but the warm damp lips and tongue were too much for her. She felt the blossoming of nipple as it rose between the caressing lips, and her lungs filled with a gasp of air that almost whistled through her teeth.

- Tommy felt the tender morsel spring into his mouth, and then the hidden memories of his infancy combined with the strong, urgent cravings of his virile young body, and he sucked at the springy tidbit, then teased it with lips and tongue. The thrill of such a forbidden act struck him unexpectedly. His defenses were not equal to the power of his cravmgs.

He worked hungrily at the tender meal, and the moaning of his mother's voice was a strange sound in his ears. Then her hands were grasping his head, moving him away from his exciting feast. He was panting as she guided his mouth to her other warm hemisphere, and the damp heat of his passionate exhalations stirred the nipple of this other globe to early blossom.

His lips seized it eagerly, and he sucked at its softness, stretching it from its first budding into a swollen sponge. Ann moaned loudly as the action stirred her to the core.

"Take his cock in your hand!" commanded the Frenchman, and Ann reached under Tommy's arm and sought the flesh of his manhood. As she reached, she had to roll slightly away from him with her hips, to make room for her exploring hand and arm, so that just as she grasped his excitedly stiffening rod, the hand he had placed on her hip was trailed across the front of her upper thigh and then halted in the blonde forest of her loins.

She felt him swell in her hand as he thrilled to the feel of her heated flesh under his fingers. Then she whimpered as she spread her thighs, and the swelling outer lips of her womanhood parted, capturing his fingertips in the damp heat of her fleshy canyon.

Tommy's pulse raced as he felt the hot lips under his fingers, and the wetness he encountered was an invitation to explore. His hand shifted as he sought out the uppermost cleft, then gently massaged the fleshy protrusion hidden there.

It was infinitely more exciting than previous experiences he'd had-most of them in the drive-in movie at home. This seemed so much more serious -so mature. Even as he felt the guilt of its wrongness, his passion increased. The hand which was closed over his pulsing hardness had started to move, and the friction was driving him wild.

"Now! Get above her, and put your cock inside her!" came the order.

He tried to move, but his knees were like jelly, and it took him quite a while to get up on all fours and position himself above her. Ann had started to spread her legs wider in anticipation, but suddenly she rebelled. A belated surge of conscience made her close her thighs to her son as he hovered above her. Then the pain struck!

Gerault's lighted cigarette pressed against her cheek, and he ground it against the tender flesh. She shrieked as the pain spread over her face, the tears rolled down onto the bed in streams. Tommy started to clamber up out of his position, ready to attack the sadist in anger. His stiffened member lost its rigidity, and his excitement cooled as if he'd been thrust into a tub of ice water.

The Frenchman watched him start to spring from the bed, then cut short any ideas about revenge.

"You will not help your mother by being troublesome. Au contraire! Every move you make against us everything you do to delay our little circus-will cost her another painful burn. You do not want that beautiful face destroyed, do you?"

Tommy settled back onto the bed, defected. He was half- kneeling, half-squatting, and his eyes were dark with his frustrated ed anger. But Gerault laughed at him, then spoke to Ann.

"The same is true with you. You have felt the taste of my displeasure. After this, when it is you who fails to cooperate, your son will suffer the pain. Now! You will both begin once more! At the point where you stopped! Quickly!"

Tommy looked down at himself, and both Ann and the Frenchman followed his gaze. It was obvious that he was in no condition to penetrate anything. Ann's heart went out to him. Even his virile father had suffered temporary impotency when lesser disturbances had interrupted his boudoir athletics. But Gerault was laughing at him.

"We will fix that. Yvette! See if you can't wake up the young man's sleeping beauty with your clever mouth!" The slattern moved toward the bed, dropping her cnrnera atop the pile of clothes on a chair.

"No!" Ann shouted. "I won't have her touch him! If it must be done, I will do it myself!" As Yvette stopped in her tracks, and the satanic Frenchman grinned his enjoyment of the maneuver, Ann reversed her position hurriedly, crawling toward the foot of the bed where her son still remained in his squatting-kneeling position.

She placed a hand on his thigh as she neared her goal, and gave it a loving squeeze. She spoke to him in a low voice, not looking up at his face, as if trying to avoid any further emotional pressures.

"Close your eyes, and think of nothing but the moment. Try to let your body function as it will, and enjoy what has to happen. It is the only way we will prevent further misery."

With no more hesitation than it took to get out the few words, she bent over him. As her lips touched him, high up on his inner thigh, he felt a thrilling tingle of contact. Then her tongue was snaking out, trailing up across the curly thatch of his groin, then down to the base of his limp penis.

She took the flaccid shaft in her mouth, right at the base of its connection to his torso, holding it briefly in her teeth, as a dog would grasp a bone. She gently shook her head, worrying the reluctant warrior in her mouth. Then her teeth relaxed their grip, and she slid her lips and tongue out toward the tip, noting the surprising length of this unarmed cannon.

He's just like his father, she thought. Every inch a man, and plenty of inches! Even when he's not ready for action! It feels so good in my mouth. Even Chuck doesn't know how much I really like to have his big cock in my mouth! He'd probably be shocked. I believe he thinks that I do this for him just to please him, but I can get creamed over the feel and taste of his cock quicker than any other way. I love it when he Sucks me with it, but it's so much more exciting to have that hot, sof t-hard flesh in my mouth! Oh, Chuck! Your cock excites me so!

As she gradually managed, by association, to convince herself that it was her mate, and not her son, whose stiffening flesh she was having with her lips and tongue, she felt her legs being moved by Tommy's firm, young hands. What a wonderful mother! Tommy was thinking. To keep me from being contaminated by that filthy, syphilitic whore, she's taking my cock in, her sweet mouth. And, God help me! I like it. It's driving me wild! I've got to do it for her, too, to help her try to get some relief from this, and keep her from worrying about what we're being forced to do.

He grasped her kneeling legs, and moved them out from under her, almost making her lose her oral grasp on him. Then he rolled her over, changing his position until he was poised with his mouth over her blonde-feathered loins. He moved her thighs apart, and watched as her fleshy nether lips- swollen from the blood they had engorged during the earlier excitement-parted to reveal the delightful pinkness of her most private area.

The faint, pissy muskiness of her rose to his nostrils, and he was surprised to fi~d that the scent excited him. He touched his tongue to the swollen lips, stroking them as they darkened with the in creasing re-engorgement of blood. Suddenly they were beginning to be more wet, and the lubricious flow of her passion seemed to replace the moisture as fast as he could lick it up.

She was making little, whimpering, mewing sounds from around the swollen shaft of flesh that filled her mouth, and her breath, which had to come from her nostrils while her mouth was filled, felt hot on Tommy's hairy sac, which lay on her face. It aroused him to new levels of excitement, and he feasted hungrily but tenderly on the wet, magenta flesh of her opened blossom.