Chapter 16

Ann sat before the table for a long moment looking at the thin brown cigarettes and pondering Sidney's words. "The gentleman is a brutal pig... you may need the consolation," kept spinning through her confused mind until she reached slowly forward and picked up one from the small silver tray. She knew better than to stop and think about it--she would never be able to go through with it--she would suddenly give way to revulsion as she had done with Max last night and her last chance of getting that envelope would be gone forever and with that all her chances for a decent life again with Dave.

She lit one and took a deep, deep drag, feeling again the familiar sweet pungent taste, the biting in her throat, and the deep burning within her lungs. She held it long until the burning sensation gradually changed to one of soothing calm, slowly relaxing her tense, frayed nerves. She still sat before the mirror as she smoked, and with each pull from the thin, burning tube, she could see her own vision becoming more clear. Sidney had done her hair well and she studied the long soft strands that he had combed out to fall so loosely to her shoulders. It was fascinating to study it in detail she had never seen it quite so clearly before.

She had never really seen anything so clearly before except the last time in Tijuana. She could sense ecstatically the smoke going deeply into her when she inhaled. Her chest expanded to proportions she had never thought possible. She placed the cigarette in the ash tray and cupped her hands under her breasts. Pushing them up so she could see them closer, rolling the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, tweaking them into hardness in spite of a slight soreness from Max's attack. They were beautiful, more beautiful than she had really noticed before and her gradual massaging was causing them to rise into creamy white firmness that would not have looked out-of-place on a marble goddess. The nipples quivered before the attack of her rapidly teasing forefingers and protruded high and proud from the quivering orbs held into the air by her palms

She drew further from the tantalizing weed, holding it long--long-- until it felt as though her lungs would burst from the delicious pressure being exerted upon them--glass on the table--a hairpin--she could feel within herself anything she concentrated upon--the evil weed again took its toll upon the logic of her mind.

Even the soothing effect of the two hashish cigarettes she smoked didn't prepare Ann for the shock she received a few minutes later when Mr. Jason entered the room. She had thought she was prepared for the worst. She curled up in one of the chairs to wait resigning herself, with the aid of the drug, to another round of humiliation and anguish. She had watched the envelope dangling above--still an eternity away. She had heard the key in the door and felt the fear rising in her throat as it slowly began opening. There were two of them. One, Mr. Jason himself, looked like a weasel, his eyes close-set, feral. Mr. Jason was a small man with the sharp, evil look of a Chicago gangster. There was a certain coldness in his eyes as though he didn't have a human emotion in his small, wiry body. His companion looked like the typical bodyguard and was one of the hugest men she had ever seen. He must have been six and a half feet tall and weighed at least two- hundred and eighty pounds. It was all muscle too.

"Well, what have we here, my boy?" Mr. Jason whistled at his companion, as his eyes roamed lustfully over the naked curves of Ann's young, full body. "Old Max can really pick 'em. This'll be the easiest job he's ever given us."

"Yeh, boss, he really can," the huge man answered in a thick eastern accent. "She looks like a tender one."

"She looks like just my style, Shorty," the small man said to the big one. "I don't know if there'll be anything left for you when I get through."

"Aw Boss, save a little. I can't pass this up."

"We'll see, boy, we'll see. Let's find out what she's made of first. Get me that long black flicker from the wall."

As the horrified girl watched, the big man went to the rack and unlocked it, taking a long black whip back to the other without saying a word to her. Jason made several trial cracks with it and then advanced on her.

"See this, dolly," he spat at her in his thick eastern accent. "I hope I don't have to use it too much. Max said you might be a little hesitant to play my kinda games."

Ann quivered in the chair, too frightened to move in spite of the inhibition-killing effect of the hashish. She knew she had to act the parts they desired or Max, behind the mirror, would never start the clock and she just had to get it going again and end this horrible ordeal before she lost her mind.

"Get on the floor and crawl for awhile, sweety," he said, beaming a sly look at his eagerly smiling companion. "I wanna see it all shake."

Ann quickly slumped to the floor by the chair on all fours and began moving in the humiliating position across the softness of the rung, afraid of the long black whip held menacingly in his hand.

"Faster, faster, you little bitch, Max said we was to teach you a little respect and we can't disappoint him, now can we?" he snarled at her and suddenly flicked the whip cracking across the room to catch her with just the tip on her left buttock.

Ann groaned piteously from the stinging pain and jumped to follow his commands more quickly now. She was sobbing under the utter degradation she was being subjected to, and worse, the humiliation of knowing there were others watching her every move from behind the huge mirror. Julia was probably there too, smirking with self-satisfaction in the knowledge that she had led her into this. God only knew how many others watched this subjugation to these two inhuman monsters Max had brought to humiliate her. She was moving as an automaton now, following the harsh commands as quickly as she could to avoid the singing lash that would snake through the air when she was just a little slow in carrying them out. Her buttocks were raw from the welts that had been inflicted upon them and with each further move she could feel the unbearable pain grow greater.

"Hew, Shorty," Jason suddenly said after he had driven her around the room several times on her knees. "Sit down on the chair over there, I'm gonna let you stretch those little lips for me. They don't look big enough to take a real cock."

Shorty snorted eagerly, and taking off his coat, reclined back in one of the ermine covered easy chairs by the bed.

"Now come on, baby. Give Big Daddy there some of those sweet little lips." He grinned eagerly, motioning for Ann to crawl to him.

She hesitated for just a second and the cruel lash sung through the air landing on her back with a harsh whacking sound. She jumped and almost leaped toward him on her hands and knees. He straightened his legs and spread them apart so she could crawl between, sliding down in the chair at the same time so that just his buttocks were resting on the forward edge. As Ann crawled between them he tangled his hands in her long blonde hair and pulled it down, grinding his crotch up at the same time against her face so that she could feel the hardness of his already- erect penis beneath the rough material of his pants. She closed her eyes in bitter submission, determined through her drugged haze that she would go through with it without a fight.

"Pull it out for me, chick," he hissed through leering lips, twisting her hair in his hands until Ann thought he would rip it from her head by the roots.

She reached forward hurriedly to do his bidding, anxious to escape the lash in the hands of Jason. She knew he was just waiting for the slightest excuse to punish her and she moved desperately to please them, fumbling with the zipper on his pants to release the giant throbbing cock underneath.

"Hurry it up, hurry it up," Jason shouted cruelly from behind her when she had difficulty in unzipping his fly. "Shorty's gonna cum in his pants before you even get there."

Finally, after she fumbled for another moment, the huge fleshy instrument burst into the air through the unzipped fly. Shorty grabbed her hand and wrapped it around the thick cudgel skinning it back so that the giant red-fleshed head popped out from the thick foreskin a scant few inches from her bulging eyes. Then, Shorty's hands were at her lips, opening her mouth, and the soft spongy flesh of his cock rubbed lightly against her teeth. She could see down the full length of the rigid member. It must have been as large as the one on the machine, a full eight inches long. She hesitated a moment, sickened by the thought of her mouth being used again as a receptacle of lust by a total stranger and of the lewd sperm he was going to pump down her unwilling throat but again the whip lashed through the air causing her to gasp for breath in pain. As her lips parted to suck in the cool air expelled by the sudden shock of pain in her quivering buttocks the thick pole of flesh rammed forward into the moist saliva of her mouth. She could feel the gland of the giant head sliding wetly up the full length of her tongue inside, the tiny droplets of lubricating fluid seeping from it filling the warm cavern between her cheeks with its pungent salty taste.

The hips on the chair began a slow undulation, the thick cock sliding in and out of her mouth with a wet sucking sound guided by his large meaty hands gripped tightly in her hair.

Jason moved close to them to watch the puffing of her cheeks as Shorty pushed up between her clasping lips. His grin widened with each grunt the big man made ramming into her helplessly trapped face. He dropped the whip on the floor by her kneeling body and ran his small rough hands over the smooth ivory flesh, allowing them to rove beneath to her full round breasts that pointed to the floor, tweaking and twisting the small buds of her nipples into hardness; then, running them back up the sides of her body over the hour-glass curves of her waist and hips. His fingers kneaded her flesh hungrily as he watched his companion's thick sword of flesh sawing into Ann's wide-stretched lips. It was an exciting picture, the kneeling girl's helpless face being held tight between the two huge hands, and a giant penis forcing its way in and out between her red, straining lips as she groaned in submission between his legs below.

Ann could feel the fingers crawling over her naked body as her head rose up and down on the thick shaft protruding before her. She could see small tufts of dark pubic hair curling out around the base where it left the open fly. Her mind wandered in drugged semi-conscious thought- -nothing mattered anymore except to get this horrible ordeal over with and to get it over with she had to please her cruel tormentors and the spectators with Max behind the two-way mirror. She had to--she could never rest again until the packet of pictures still dangling high over the bed were safely in her hands and she had destroyed forever the lewd secret of her adultery.

She began sucking to please, running her tongue wetly around and around the slimy lubricated head and flicking the tip teasingly into the tiny open slit of the moist gland until she could feel it throbbing as though it had a life of its own and would erupt at any moment into a great gushing fountain of sperm that would Now into her mouth and throat in a never ending stream of memory. A memory she could never forget as long as she lived--it would stay with her forever and forever blotting out her chances for happiness until she died and her body had rotted in the grave--but she would not let it destroy Dave; he would never know the horrors she had gone through because of that one night of weakness and rape. She would protect him from it with all she had end all she had left now was her body. A body at the mercy of Max and whomever he chose to enjoy its secret pleasure. She would show them, drummed through her hashish hazed mind, she would show them she could please, she would make them start the pictures descending again no matter what they demanded of her. They wanted her to be a whore, she would be a whore! They wanted her to suck, she would suck! They wanted her to fuck, she would fuck!

Her tortured drugged mind droned on senselessly, the very helplessness of her position excusing away the weird masochistic sensations again arising erotically in her belly.

Her head bobbed up and down slavishly over the thick shaft of flesh now, sucking to end it, sucking to draw the thick milky semen from it until she killed him. Shorty groaned and twisted above her, raining obscenities down at the top of her bobbing, blonde head and watching with delight the oval shaped lips straining at this genital as though it were a stick of peppermint candy fed to a starving child. Jason played at her kneeling form like a sex-crazed fiend, running his hands brutally over the milky softness of her flesh, twisting and squeezing it until small red welts appeared behind the path of his hands wherever they touched. Groaning, the wetness of his lips dropped to her naked back, slobbering a path along her spine that sent shivers running to the tips of her laboring breasts quivering under her kneeling body. They descended down toward the crevice of her buttocks which his hands had already pulled wide apart, his fingers curling down and rummaging in the wet slit of her vagina between the warm hair-lined lips that now throbbed involuntarily in time to the cock sliding in and out of her mouth.

He moistened the tip of his middle finger from the wetness of her cunt and slowly stroked it up the crevice toward her tight, tiny anus, mumbling incoherently in the excitement of having this young, voluptuous body twisting under the probings of his hands. The tip of his finger, slippery from her vaginal juices, circled teasingly around the tight nether ring guarding the entrance to her rectum for a moment and then with a sudden thrust sunk deep inside.

Ann jerked forward from the unexpected digging pain and Shorty thrust up again, impaling her mouth deeper on the fleshy shaft until she felt as though it would choke her to death. She gagged slightly at the choking entry, struggling to regain her breath. It came in a great gasping sound as she sucked in her breath from the pressure of the long thin finger digging deep into her asshole. Grunts of protest escaped from around the tightness of her lips as he dug deeper and deeper expanding the tightness of her rectum until she thought she would faint from the cruel probe.

Her concentration on her skewered anus was short-lived as she felt a sudden tightening of the hands holding her head down on the long thick cock. Shorty's pelvis began jerking wildly and ramming the fleshy member deeper and deeper into her sucking mouth She could feel it throbbing against the warm, slimy insides of her cheeks and tongue and she knew this was it. He was going to cum in her mouth, the ultimate humiliation was being forced upon her,

But she wanted to get it over with. She wanted to end the degradation that would take her one step closer to her goal of freedom from the evil pictures dangling over the bed. She sucked hungrily, her mouth salivating as it never had before as Jason behind stretched and pulled at the tight puckered ring of her rectum, chuckling his obscene observations lewdly to himself as he played at will in the white fleshy confines of her wet upturned crevice.

Shorty groaned above her flailing head and rammed deep into her throat, holding her head in the prison of his heavy hands like a steel band. His cock began a sudden jerking motion and spewed with a vengeance the hot jets of his cum deep into her throat. Ann groaned as she continued sucking and her Adam's apple bobbed in rapid rhythm, swallowing the gushing sperm squirting hotly into the warm moistness of her mouth. She clasped her lips in a tight elastic ring around the jerking instrument, swirling her tongue around and around the throbbing head. She wanted to suck it dry, to hurt him, to punish him for the bitter humiliation he was forcing upon her. His groans of pleasure, mistaken by her for pain, incited her to greater effort. It continued for an almost eternity an she thought it would never end until finally the hands clamped at the sides of her head fell away and the giant throbbing cock gave one last hot spurt of its depleted seminal fluid and stopped. The finger in her expanded rectum popped out and Jason pushed her forward.

"Lick him clean," he commanded hoarsely.

Ann followed his command quickly, anxious to end it. She began at the base where the tiny tufts of pubic hair protruded from his fly and began to lick around it twirling the tip of it her tongue into the thin sticky streams that had escaped the tightness of her lips. She could feel it jerking slightly under the easing ministrations and licked to complete her degrading task before it sprang to life again. A moment later, it extended clear of all escaped cum, glistening and wet from her saliva. She watched, her eyes inches away, as it slowly deflated and sank to softness.