Jon Reskind

The unholy Master

CHAPTER ONE

The voluptuous young woman with the strikingly beautiful face and shoulder-length, golden-blonde hair was the vivacious new bride that all aboard ship were buzzing about.

What breathtaking loveliness!

And the handsome young husband was Paul Arden, son of Cornelius Arden of the brokerage millions, enroute to Paris where he would accept a diplomatic post with the American Embassy.

A dashing young man, ruggedly so… sort of Errol Flynn-ish, if I may.

Such unions must be made in heaven.

On the contrary, in a Board-of-Directors' chambers, I'd venture. She is of the Boston Clintons, you know… oil.

You are not a romantic soul, M'sieu'.

I'm a practical soul, Phillipe.

Ahhh, what a marvelous way to spend one's honeymoon… five glorious days… and nights at sea.

Hmmm, the marvel is the lovely Madame's legs, Phillipe. Have you ever in your whole existence laid eyes on such splendid specimens?

Frankly, I am an eye-man, M'sieu', and the enchanting creature has those long, almond-shaped, sea-green orbs that invariably throw me into ecstasy.

You both must be suffering from a hardening of the wrong arteries, I swear. Have you not yet swooned at the sight of her gorgeous hips and magnificent breasts?

Ah, then… but here she comes tripping along the deck… and I do believe I detect a trace of haughty anger to her step… yes, and a tear-stained cheek…

Janet Arden had been injured more mentally than any way else, she finally concluded, as she quickened her pace past the three old lechers ogling her from their deck chairs. Not that his horrific battering and pummeling hadn't bruised her physically… and of course, she had bled with an alarming profuseness, but it was the psychological damage that was almost more than she could bear.

She had not spoken to Paul in twelve of the last twenty-four hours, and their marriage was little older than this. Her whole delicate and beautiful world had been rent asunder it seemed, and for hours she had actually contemplated thoughts of leaving him forever. Dear God! What a horrible first night together! The way he had come at her! It was just inconceivable for her to imagine that her gentle and lovable Paul could have transformed into such a brutal sex animal; yet, he had, and as she continued her quickened step toward the quarters of Doctor Leduc, the ship's acting physician, the shockingly repulsive nightmare flashed through her pain-filled mind again and again.

What had done this abhorrent thing to him… brought on such a vile metamorphosis? She tried to think, to put events together prior to their little embarrassing departure from the lounge when he had hustled her off to their stateroom. He had been so sweet, so gentle, so loving all day, constantly touching her, his handsome smile almost a perpetual expression when he looked at her. Dear God, she had never been so happy in her entire life.

She recalled that they had just met Doctor Leduc and joined him with some of the other passengers to toast a glass of champagne in celebration of their embarkation, when suddenly Paul had whisked her away with hardly an apology, the group's knowing little smiles and winks following after them and causing her to blush. Even so, she had gone with her new husband readily, filled with the excitement of anticipation her own self.

The time had come and she trembled with elation inside. She had truly looked forward to this first night with him, preparing herself mentally for weeks to make certain she entered the marital relationship with the proper attitude. She loved her Paul so very, very much. She knew that he resented her not giving herself to him before marriage, that he insisted it just wasn't being done anymore, but she had vowed that theirs was going to be a canonically ideal union in the true time-honored tradition. It was that important to her… that they should share a mutual respect and understanding for one another from the very onset, and above all, that he entertain no doubt but what he alone was the only man ever to possess her.

God knew, as did Paul Arden, that it could never be any other way with her. Her proper, religious, New England upbringing had served to save her the first few times he had nearly broken down her resistance. And Lord above, it was not as if she hadn't been tempted, hadn't wanted him so badly she ached with her desire for hours after they parted of an evening. She trembled when she thought of how close they had come those times… and secretly, she knew that had he persisted she would have eventually given in to him… She loved him so much… so much.

Last night, she had been as anxious for the consummation as he… and it would have been so beautiful had he only shown a little understanding, preparing her gently for the assault on her virginity. She shuddered now as she thought of it. The tips of her swollen nipples were so raw and sore that she could barely stand the touch of her bra against them. Her whole body ached from his savage rape. He had used her for nothing more than a fleshy receptacle to gratify his vile lust, without a thought toward her desires and pleasures. He had been an animal… a… a gross, carnal beast…!

Tears puddled her slightly reddened eyes as she hurried along the passageway of the French luxury liner, St. Croix. What was to happen to them now? Yes, she still loved him… of course, she loved him. He was her husband, but the mere thought of him touching her naked body again sent quakes of angered revulsion coursing through her violently. She had lain awake for hours after he was done with her, even as he had begged for her forgiveness, not answering him, only weeping in her agonized repugnance. At last, Doctor Leduc had come into her tortured mind and she recalled how impressed she had been with his suave, sophisticated manner, the gentle movements of his long, delicate hands suggesting an air of confidence and understanding to her. He was returning home from a medical convention in New York to his practice in Paris, he had told them, and quite timely so it seemed, for the ship's regular physician had suffered a sudden heart seizure and had been hospitalized in New York. The debonair Frenchman had agreed to act in his stead for the crossing.

Sometime in the midst of the early dawn hours she had made up her mind to consult him. Paul had finally fallen asleep and she had cuddled up in a chair, a blanket around her, dozing half-heartedly until the sun had risen well above the beautiful, calm Atlantic. Then, while he still slept, she had quietly bathed and dressed, slipping from their stateroom without his knowing. And now, for some inner reason, she had every confidence that the genteel doctor would in some way be able to help.

***

Paul Arden awakened with a start. Cool air from the opened porthole played across his naked, well-built body, and he sat upright to see that he was alone. He hopped from the bed and did a quick turn about their quarters to assure himself. Janet's things were there; but she was not!

Damn, he thought miserably. What a hell of a way to start a honeymoon.

He lighted a cigarette, grabbed up his robe and went to stare out the porthole. His brow was lined with his deep thought.

God! What've I done? And where's she gotten to at this time of morning?

He'd lost his head completely; there was no denying that. But in Christ's name, what could she expect? He'd quarreled with her the entire year of their engagement over her giving in to him… had even tried to explain to her that virginity was as outdated as silk-hatted diplomats. A young couple in love no longer waited for marriage; they relied upon their love and trust of one another, not some legal hokus-pokus or the presence of a ring on third-finger-left-hand. Naturally, she hadn't listened to him, and she had always managed to squelch his attempts at the last minute, leaving him in a state of aching madness. He had come so close to possessing that luscious body of hers time and again that his control had been damn near annihilated completely, and he wasn't about to make excuses for that.

With her disgusting, snippy, Boston upbringing, he knew that to force himself upon her would only have meant their breakup, and certainly had they not married when they did, he surely would have done just that. But dammit, he did love her very much, and truly, he had wanted anything but to destroy their relationship by some uncontrollable act that he would only commit in the heat of passion.

And that's exactly what I did. I went crazy!

God almighty, if she hadn't slipped on that flimsy, hip-length nightie… and that damned, breathtaking body that was almost too perfect…!

It was as if he could see her now, standing there, her magnificent figure a lovely thing of art. Of course, he'd seen her before in a bikini… but never this way. Each sensuous detail of her nakedness had been resplendently clear, from her erotic pink nipples, downward to the delicate triangle of soft, golden pubic hair nestling intriguingly below her soft white virginal belly. And suddenly, nothing else had mattered but plunging his aching cock into that tantalizing flesh. He saw her not as his exquisite Janet, but as a woman, a woman legally his own and whom he had to have at that moment regardless of the cost. Nothing else had mattered!

"Darling… do I please you?" she had said, her voice almost as gossamery as the brief negligee she wore.

Christ! I couldn't speak. What a hell of an animal sound I must have made when I reached for her, dragging her roughly down to me… ripping that garment away like so much tissue paper…!

"Darling, please…! Be gentle, Paul… P-Please!" Her voice in her shocked terror had been as remote to him as if she were speaking from another world. He had clamped her to the bed with one hand and maneuvered the other rapaciously over the tender, supple contours of her rebelling young body, squeezing fiercely at her pure, succulent breasts, his fingers pinching cruelly at the tiny coral nipples until they stood firm and erect. And then his mouth had dropped greedily to engulf them, and he chewed hungrily at their tips until he had felt the chaste, resilient flesh give way and the warm, salty-sweet taste of blood oozing onto his lashing tongue.

"Oh… no… noooo, Paul… please… not like this… dear God…!" she had pleaded and he had known it, but her words had fallen unheeded from her pained lips.

He remembered how he had held her wild, straining body helplessly pinioned to the bed. He had imprisoned her with his weight, his heavy, tensed chest like a great stone upon her. Her long blonde hair had commenced thrashing almost insanely from side to side beneath him, her lovely face suddenly twisted grotesquely in her terror. The horrifying disbelief registered in her eyes was still vivid in his brain, but he had ignored it, just as he had ignored her wailing pleas, until they became incoherent mumbles. It was then that he had fucked her the first time.

Turning a deaf ear to her low moaning cries, he had bounced on top of her, forcing himself brutally between her long, slim legs, his hips falling heavily to wedge her unaware thighs into a wide-splayed position, securing her jerking buttocks to the bed. The soft down of her pubic covering had brushed teasingly against his throbbing cock, inciting him to unintelligible babblings of frenzied, uncontrollable lust. His knees he had placed strategically to hold her open to him and he ground his pelvis hard into her squirming, defenseless crotch. The hollows of her thighs had jerked spasmodically, drawing his hand between them like a magnet; then, he had clutched his cock and worked it up and down fiendishly until he split the moist, tight slit of her cunt with his prick's hard throbbing head… until mercilessly it discovered the snug, undefiled opening to the soft, fleshy passage between her legs… and he had rammed.

God almighty! He'd plunged the blood-filled knob between the fleshy, slick lips and with a groan, thrust it all the way forward into her quivering cunt! She had squealed like a live pig on a spit, flailing her legs out wildly in her crazed effort to escape the unexpected barbaric impalement. But it had only worsened her position, and he could still hear the guttural screech of further pain that had come tumbling piteously from deep in her throat as his rock-hard cock battered deeper and deeper into her warm, yielding flesh. At last, their pelvic areas had collided with a resounding slap, signaling victory. His rigid, thick shaft lay completely submerged in the secret recesses of her quivering belly, the warm, wet walls of her unwilling cunt clasped tightly around it.

He hadn't stopped; he couldn't. He hadn't even given her the chance to adjust to his sudden presence deep in her womb. He had just commenced to fuck, drubbing in and out of her like some feral, rutting beast. His one bran-inflamed thought had been to squirt his hot, thick load of waiting sperm inside her soft belly where it belonged, where it had belonged for over a year now.

How many times did I fuck her? My God, I can't remember…! Again and again I shot into her groaning body, flooding that delicious cunt with a reservoir of hot, sticky cum I'd been storing up for a year…!

No, he couldn't remember how many times he had screwed her, only that a feeling of helpless guilt had finally swept over him. And then he had become more gentle with the quaking, sob-wracked body beneath him, and he had begun to whine soft apologies into her pain-deafened ears as he gently rocked over her. Desperately, he had endeavored to sound the faintest response of forgiveness from her, for letting his unbridled lust overcome the patience he knew he should have had with her.

It'd been useless. She'd lain unmoving beneath him, her beautiful eyes open wide, staring coldly right through him to the ceiling above, as he had continued his efforts to raise some reply that would show that she felt something other than pain and disgust.

Christ! The contempt in her eyes… and it'd never left them, even hours later… still lying there, sobbing quietly…

He recalled pacing the room, offering her a cigarette, a drink, anything that would break the horrible silence and spark the slightest sign of forgiveness from her. Finally, he had said, "Janet… darling, please… can you forgive me?"

She hadn't looked at him, nor even answered immediately, and when she had her voice was frigid… almost toneless.

"If you're through with me for the night, Master, would you mind covering me?"

Her words had been like the keen edge of a blade thrust into him. He'd swallowed tightly and fulfilled her wish, tucking the sheet beneath her chin.

"Darling… I know it must've been horrible for you… I… I just lost control, that's all. I-I've waited so damned long…"

She hadn't answered, nor looked, nor showed the slightest reaction to his words.

"You… you were so breathtaking… standing there in that doorway…" he babbled on. "If only we hadn't waited so long. Remember? How many times have I said that we shouldn't wait any longer…?"

She lay unmoved.

"Damn it, Janet, I'm sorry!" he had blurted out at her in his discomfiture. "What more can I say? I'm a man, not some piece of machinery. You have to try to understand about these things. A woman with your beauty can drive a poor male out of his mind. It… it didn't just happen. Good Lord, it's been building inside me now for a year…"

Suddenly, she had rolled her back to him, as if he were not speaking, not even in the room. Rage had welled up inside him.

"Damn you!" he swore, ripping the sheet from her to expose her luscious white body to him once more. "You're my wife now, and you'll act like a wife!"

She had stared at him, her eyes widening in fear once more as she saw him jerk the robe from himself and his thick cock leap into its rigid state yet again.

I must've looked like a madman that time, he thought, remembering how he had thrown himself on top of her once more.

"You beast, beast, beast!" she'd gasped, trying to struggle with him, clawing at him with her long nails and kicking wildly as she writhed beneath him.

It was then that he had groped for his robe, pulled loose its tie-cord and brutally secured her hands behind her. Her struggles weakened. She was exhausted. Tears of humiliation and heartbreak stained her cheeks. He hardly knew what he was doing, only that she belonged to him and that she had to be made to know this. All resistance left her and he pulled her back across the bed so that her hips rested on the edge, her legs trailing down to the floor. She wept, hatred and shame spewing from her eyes. He pushed her thighs wide apart once again and she began to sob louder as he thrust his cock into her cunt once more, half standing, half laying across the soft, naked flesh of her buttocks and as his hot, fleshy staff drubbed up and up into her wide-stretched passage, he couldn't contain his almost obscene gasping grunts, which mingled with her sobs and then lost itself in a continuous pant of lust.

Good God! he thought again, as visions of his brutal raping of her deluged his brain.

What have I done?

CHAPTER TWO

Dr. Alex Leduc smiled benignly at the ravishing blonde beauty seated across the desk from him, his expression a professionally warm, sympathetic one as he leaned hack in his chair, his hands joined at finger-tips, his relaxed presence putting Janet at ease immediately.

Remarkable, he thought, smiling inwardly at this stroke of good fortune. Oddly enough, hadn't he been thinking of her just before she had entered his quarters? Surely, the gods must be smiling upon him this day, he mused, as he listened to her hesitant, shamed, and more often, weeping little tale of repugnance. Alas, he had been near ready to give up the idea of such a quick shipboard conquest of this lush, young American beauty… and now Madame Fate had dealt him an exciting hand. Ravishing, absolutely ravishing! Mon Dieu, he must play these cards carefully, cautiously, for the good Madame Fate seldom extended a second opportunity.

Janet told him all, holding back nothing, surprising herself at her uninhibited divulgence of even the more lurid details to this tall, slender, debonair appearing man with the black lip-line mustache and the handsome graying temples she had known only a matter of hours. Of course, he was a physician and that was her singular cause for coming to him. There was no reason why she should be suddenly astonished with her actions. She had needed medical assistance, both physical and mental at this bitter, crucial point, and where else would one go aboard ship but to the qualified practitioner?

"I-I… perhaps I shouldn't have come," she said, dropping her lovely head and shifting awkwardly in her chair, finally tugging a small, silk hanky into view to touch at her nose and eyes. "I-I just didn't know what else to do, Doctor…"

"But of course, Madame Arden," Leduc spoke smoothly, reassuringly. "You have done the very proper thing in consulting me." He stood slowly. "It might help put you at ease to know that in my country I combine marriage counseling along with my regular practice."

Janet raised her eyes. "I didn't know," she said. She was pleased.

Leduc smiled. "Right now you are overwrought, ma chere. Let me prepare you a little something to soothe you while we talk, eh?"

She didn't hesitate; she was gratified to have found someone in whom she could confide. Even yet, she could not grasp the full horror of the despicable abuse her own Paul had subjected her to. It was beyond the bounds of her frustrated reasoning power to comprehend it. She wept quietly again as the doctor moved about his compact quarters with efficient ease.

It'll never be the same between us, she thought. It can't be. No matter… the scars will always be there. Oh Paul, how could you?

"Now, if Madame will just slip out of her jacket and raise her sleeve," said Leduc, approaching the distraught girl with a hypodermic syringe, its needle tipped in cotton.

His smile seemed to allay her solicitudes, but the sight of the needle made her catch her breath. She hesitated, looking up at him questioningly.

"I-Is it necessary, Doctor? I abhor needles…"

"Please," he replied, gently but firmly. "It's but a mild tranquilizer and its effect is more rapid when administered intramuscularly, ma chere. Then, we will chat, eh?"

Janet did as he bade, hardly feeling the insertion. Then, as she sat once more, he gave her a small glass of amber-colored, sweet tasting liquid he described as a balm to the genitalia, the reference immediately embarrassing her.

"Under the circumstances… after what you've already told me, Madame, I'm certain the remedy will offer welcome relief to you," he went on, not looking at her but writing on a yellow form as he spoke.

Janet flushed and she was angry with herself for doing so. Good Lord, she had to realize that she was a grown up married woman now, and it was high-time she cast aside at least some of her Puritanistic monomania. Perhaps… perhaps had she done so a long time ago, as Paul had suggested, none of this would have happened, and at this very moment they would be in each other's arms making beautiful, tender love…

"If Madame will finish the medication," Doctor Leduc interrupted her thoughts, rising once more and moving noiselessly around the room to soften the lights and cover the porthole with its drape. Janet watched him with some wonderment, further surprised when he lighted a small lamp placed upon the corner of his desk, its almost flickering ray directed upon her lap. He took her emptied glass placing it on a tray, then reseated himself. She could scarcely see his face in the shadow beyond the lamp, but his voice came to her in a rich, deep tone that seemed to comfort her. Truly, she had commenced to relax, her tensions easing inside her, even the burning distress between her bruised, tender thighs had begun to subside. She leaned back emitting a long soulful sigh. It was so good to be at ease again after the long night of horror she had just gone through.

"There, Madame, now that you've become yourself once more, perhaps we can discuss this problem that's reared its ugly head between you and your handsome husband. Make yourself as comfortable as you can, but try to hold your head erect… in a normal position. The influence in the relaxing nerve-centers of the neck will be much more rapid. Keep both feet flat upon the floor… there, that's fine, you look much more comfortable. How do you feel?"

She allowed herself an unrestrained little laugh. "Loose," she replied, "quite loose."

"Ahhh then, that's fine," he said pleasantly, and the ray of the near kaleidoscopic glow seemed abruptly to concentrate on the large amethyst stone in the engagement ring Paul had given her. "That is a lovely gem, Madame Arden," he commented.

"Yes… it's my engagement ring."

"Splendid stone," Doctor Leduc praised with hardly an inflection of tone to his rich voice. "Notice how it sparkles in this light?"

"Yes… it does… doesn't it."

"Focus your attention easily upon any point of the gem and note how it sparkles."

"I-I see," Janet replied, hesitantly.

"Keep your gaze steady, ma chere… but do not exert any unusual effort," he said in deep, steady monotone. "Just concentrate on the reflection of light without removing your gaze for an instant… yes, that is right. It relaxes you doesn't it?"

"Y-Yes… it relaxes me."

"You feel completely at ease now. There are no tensions within you. You are loose and comfortable, and completely at rest, are you not?"

"Yes. Yes, I am completely at rest."

The suave physician smiled to himself. He was indeed pleased. He said, "Now, we must chat… tell each other our innermost secrets without exciting ourselves, mustn't we?"

"… Yes."

"Very well, ma chere. Tell me, were you a virgin last night when you went to your husband?"

"… Yes."

"And had he ever made love to a woman before?" he questioned in his level, restive voice, watching the reactions of her enticing features, the twitches to her mouth and cheek, the level blank stare of her enchanting eyes.

"I… I don't know."

"But you were a virgin?"

"Yes."

He smiled. Gently now, he thought. "Had not you ever held his penis in your hand?"

Her cheek twitched. "No," she replied quickly.

"But you wanted to."

"… Yes…" she twitched once more.

"You have dreamed of taking his member into your hand and caressing it… stroking it… kissing it… haven't you, ma chere?"

Her mouth twisted, indicating her reluctance to acknowledge his question. Again, he smiled to himself. She was merely in a light sleep and he was taunting her. Of course, he was only testing, actually attempting to determine how difficult she was going to be. He well knew the limitations of endeavoring to force the will upon a reluctant subject. He said, "You will answer me, Madame."

"… Yes… I have dreamed those things…"

"It's quite normal," he said, reassuring her. "But had your husband ever touched your warm little pussy before last night?"

Now, she reacted with both the cheek tic and the twisting mouth. He was probing at her morals and her sub-conscious was rejecting the idea, probably not so much the act, he thought, as to his choice of obscene words. "Answer me," he insisted.

"… Yes…"

"You liked it?"

"… Yes…"

"And then, he tried to fuck you?"

Pain seemed to leap into her glazed eyes as her mouth twitched and the tics tugged at her cheeks at the sound of the lewd word. Leduc could not help but revel inwardly at her obvious frustrations. However, it was necessary that he force her to answer in order that he remain in command. He prodded more and demanded she answer.

"… Yes… yes, he tried."

"Very good, ma chere," Leduc said, never deviating from his rich, monotone voice. "Now, I will commence to count and you will go deeper and deeper to sleep. When I reach twenty you will be in a deep, deep sleep. One – your arms are growing heavier and heavier… Two…"

When he was done, Doctor Alex Leduc smiled triumphantly to himself at his latest acquisition, for surely she was that. She sat, quite immobile, her eyes closed, caught completely in the throes of his induced trance. She had been a simple and most cooperative patient, and from this point all should go even more facilely. He was extremely pleased.

He stood, rounding his desk to where he could better observe her exquisite loveliness. Flawless. Absolutely flawless! Of course, what lay hidden beneath the concealing garments was of vast importance, and he could only imagine at the voluptuous beauty. His mouth watered at the thought, his brain rapidly filling with lewd visions of her white, tender, full body writhing beneath him as he sunk his cock deep into the quivering depths of her near-virginal belly. Her lush lips intrigued him and he imagined them encircling about the shaft of his prick, sucking in wild abandon, until finally his heavy rod jerked into rigidity, fighting against its captivity as if it had a mind of its own.

Ahhh, but first things first, he thought to himself confidently. A bit of post-hypnotic suggestion to insure her future need of his "treatment", plus a barrier for the diplomatic young M. Arden to cope with. Then, to the more pleasurable aspects of this little consultation. His potion of absinthe-flavored Dhattura that he had fed her in the small glass was undoubtedly having its full effect by this time.

It had taken him some years to contrive his formula for successful seduction… and profitable seduction. Yes, he mustn't forget the monetary end of it. He chuckled lightly to himself. Profitable seduction, a most unique and meaningful phrase. Madame Leduc was going to be pleased. He rubbed lustfully at the throbbing flesh of his cock inside his trousers. Yes, yes… it was time…

CHAPTER THREE

Janet found that she was smiling at the suave doctor, but she didn't pay particular attention to the fact that the little desk-lamp had been extinguished, nor that the other room lighting was back to its normal illumination. She was more concerned with the complete peace of mind she felt, her lack of any malice toward her darling Paul, and the rather warm, tingling sensations she was experiencing in her pelvic regions. She crossed her legs tightly as if in an effort to choke the agitation and watched the doctor finish his writing on the yellow form.

Finally, he raised his head, laying down his pen. "And now, Madame Arden, if you'll step into the examining room and slip out of your things we'll make our genito-urinary examination. You'll find a garment there to put around you."

He had spoken with authoritative firmness that even her immediate reluctance did not seem capable of overcoming. Still, she hesitated. It was as if two factions inside her brain were suddenly at war with one another: the one insisting such an examination was certainly unnecessary; the other rebuking her for her narrow-mindedness once more. After all, he was the physician and she had come to him with her problem.

"Come, ma chere," he insisted rather sharply. "Let's not waste my time."

So, she did as he ordered, entering the little room where a narrow, austere looking examining table stood secured in the center of the floor, and began removing her clothes. She stepped out of her skirt and half-slip, the brush of air against her naked upper thighs seeming to revive the tingling sensations once more. A tiny shudder passed over her as she began to unfasten her blouse, thinking it shouldn't be necessary to remove her nylons and garter belt. She unhooked her bra, momentarily hesitating, then continuing as if prodded by some unseen force. Released from their silken confinement, her straining breasts seemed to swell and the erectile rubiness of her injured nipples tensed in their nudity. She took a deep breath, unable to fathom the gentle daze-like lethargy she was experiencing. Then she removed her panties and took a step forward toward the gown draped across the table. She paused and smoothed her hands carefully up to her breasts, touching them tenderly in guarded exploration. Ohhh, she moaned, they're sore. Her hands explored farther, coursing their way down over her stomach to her thighs. She spread them slightly, the prurient sensations continuing to expand within her at her own touch. She groaned again, as her fingers touched delicately the slight bruises lining the soft edges of her vagina. She probed carefully about the red sensitive opening, just as Doctor Leduc made his entrance.

Janet gasped, leaping backward in startled shock. Her shame followed seconds later as she grabbed for the gown and the doctor caught her hand gently.

"No need for that, really, ma chere," he said calmly, his smile disarming her almost immediately. "Those things only get in the way of the poor physician. Now, if you'll just climb up onto the table and lie on your back, please."

Janet stared at him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Her brain had become a turmoil of mixed emotions. While she knew this wanton display of her body to this man was not only unnecessary but entirely immoral, there seemed little that she wanted to do toward covering herself. And the lewd itching in her breasts, her loins and her belly was reaching an almost uncontrollable state.

My God! What's happening to me? she thought as she slipped mechanically onto the table, lay back and spread her thighs ever so slightly. I must be going mad! I want him to touch me… to feel me… to… to… ohh God!

Leduc was mesmerized with the breathtaking loveliness of the young blonde as she lay naked before him. Her sleek, firm body was an entrancing combination of reversing golden curled lines… rising and arching contours of her swelling breasts and thighs… and then falling into the gentle concavity of her soft, smooth white belly. He gaped at the velvet-like honey-colored silken down that covered the junction of her slightly spread thighs. The thin red hair-lined slit running the length of her open crotch caused his mouth to go dry. He moved toward her slowly, his tongue moistening his thin lips, as he watched the glazed expression in her exotic eyes.

"You were examining yourself when I entered, ma chere," he said as casually as he could. "Let us see if, and what, damage was done by this lusty young husband of yours." He smiled down at her salaciously. "If you will open your thighs a bit more, Madame."

Janet returned his gaze, unable to check the carnality building inside her, and as he lay his hand gently upon her thigh, tenderly sliding it along the white, satin-smooth flesh, she felt as though she were about to ignite inside. It was as if he had touched her with a thousand volts of electricity and a million spine-chilling, fiery particles burst through her loins and belly, and automatically her hands moved to her breasts once more, her thumbs and forefingers plucking at the nipples like hungry birds of prey and sending more sensual uncontrollable shocks through her.

Dear God! What's happening to me? I must be losing my mind! Oh, Paul darling, I need you! I need you…!

"There now, let us look closer," said Leduc, bending down between her thighs, then moving to the foot of the table. "If you will put your feet flat upon the surface, ma chere… Ah, yes, that's fine," he said as she raised her knees, placing her feet accordingly. "Now, just slide down this way…" She did, until her wet open loins were only inches from his face. "Excellent, excellent," he muttered.

Involuntarily, he sucked in his breath at the unbelievable sight before him. He had fucked many drugged young women, but never anything like this. Never anything so pure, innocent and proud. The thought of helpless, uncontrollable mewling grunts of pleasure escaping those untouchable lips goaded his organ into rock-hardness. He could feel the blood throbbing painfully into its large, expanded head. Tiny drops of thick white seminal fluid had already begun to seep from the sensitive contracting glans at its tip, smearing wetly against his thigh. He thought once more, checking himself. He had locked the outer door and placed the "Doctor Out" sign. Satisfied, he silently opened the fly of his trousers to ease the pain slightly. Then, with thumbs pressed to either side of her hair-lined cunt-lips, Leduc tenderly spread the vertical mouth until its moist, coral lusciousness was opened to him and his own mouth fell agape at its glistening jeweled splendor. He felt her warm, soft, inner-thighs quiver to the backs of his hands and heard her breath lodge deep down in her gasping throat. Expertly, he leaned closer and opened the soft fleshy inner petals enshrining her clitoris with the tip of his tongue. He felt the erotic shock of his touch surge through her convulsively.

"Oooooh, God! What are you doing?" Janet gasped, raising her head to stare down with bulging eyes between her proud, erect breasts at his lowered head buried in her crotch. Then, he was smiling at her… his inimitable smile of confidence. "Oohhh!" she jerked, as his hot moist lips closed over the soft mound at the base of her belly. And again his hazy face disappeared from her view into the soft fleece between her upraised thighs as he planted wet, tantalizing kisses on the closed aperture, his tongue flicking eel-like at the quivering opening.

Once more, Janet's hands moved sensuously down over her throbbing breasts as if she had no control over them, sliding slowly down her smooth, flat stomach and coming to rest on either side of his gently nibbling lips. Her fingers stroked softly for a moment as her mind raced in maddening confusion. Momentary thoughts of her Paul flashed in her brain, but then he was gone, and her fingers as though hypnotically controlled by some other being, spread the fleshy hair-lined lips of her soft, moist pussy slowly apart, allowing his hungry devouring mouth complete access to her wet secret being.

Her elbows pressed tightly against her ribs and her head lolled insanely from side to side as his hot searing tongue shot out, its soft flicking tip circling her quivering erected clitoris. Dear God! The lips sucked, drawing the warm soft folds deep into the cavern of his gently biting mouth, while his tongue continued its maddening licking against the urgent pink smoothness of her open sex.

Paul! Paul! My God, help me!

She groaned huskily from deep in her throat as the hot probing tip worked its way up and down the length of the narrow wet slit, starting at her lower belly and pressuring its way down, down over the elastic rimmed opening of her clasping vagina and into the crevice of her flexing buttocks where it stopped momentarily to do a wet, circling homage to the tight brown throbbing hole nestled there. She felt her hips grind of their own volition against the hard table, and heard her own purring, animal-like sounds emitting pitifully from between her passion-clenched teeth.

She couldn't believe it! She couldn't! Yet, she knew it was happening!

Leduc worked hungrily, feeling the soft wet pubic hair brushing tantalizingly against his cheeks. He completely opened the front of his pants, letting them drop and pushing down his silk shorts. He slowly massaged the heavy thick foreskin back and forth over the jerking head as he continued spearing his hot, flicking tongue deep into her cunt. When he had first laid eyes upon her there in the lounge with her stupid, dull American husband, this urge to conquer her for his own pleasure had almost overwhelmed him, but in all good reasoning he had never deemed such a coup possible. And now, here she lay, squirming beneath his tongue and completely at his mercy… Mon Dieu, and loving it… far beyond his fondest dreams.

Her groans drove his tongue faster as it worked its way up and down the throbbing, twisting lips of her tortured genitals. Yes, yes! He wanted her begging for it when he was ready to sink his hard, throbbing cock into her… and that wouldn't be far away. He had never seen anyone so hot, even with the potion. Mon Dieu, she needed it bad and he was doing his French best. He half-grinned to himself, thinking that this was only the beginning.

He realized she was too far beyond recovery now to fight anything he chose to do to her, and his keen mind commenced to form weird erotic scenes of the positions he could submit her to, as well as the acts he could perform at will upon her docile, desire wracked body.

He could not keep from gloating to himself as suddenly her hands were clawing at his hair, attempting to guide his face to the small palpitating opening of her cuntal mouth. He plunged his tongue into the soft-rimmed flesh, taunting it momentarily, then quickly withdrawing it to tantalize mercilessly the ragged pink edges.

She cried aloud and clutched at him, forcefully pressing his mouth directly over the tight little hole in her squirming crotch.

He complied, ramming his tongue deep down into it, rounding his lips and covering, the clasping viscous opening to bring a low guttural groan from this delicate morsel whose soft warm thighs were closing spasmodically around either side of his head. He could feel the wet flesh slip moistly around his long extended tongue as the walls of her invaded vagina opened and closed in a sucking motion, attempting to extract his tongue deeper and deeper into it. It was as if the nibbling hair-lined mouth was trying with all its lust-inspired strength to snap out and rip his tongue out by the roots, devouring it completely. Her heels snaked out in the air and pushed down against his back pressing his lean body into the soft, squirming trap of flesh between her uplifted legs. His nose was mashed against her throbbing clitoris and he could only inhale the poignant aromas of her lusty, lubricious state. Mon Dieu! Its delicate tang incited his penis to a hardness he could little longer control! He had to fuck this little American bitch soon or he would burst like a balloon!

Janet's body was completely lost in the enrapture of the moment. Every muscle of her sex-toned being was tensed as she strained her hips aloft toward that maddening inquiry between her legs.

Oh Paul! Paul! I never knew it was like this! Why hadn't he told her? Such magnificent things were bursting from her body!

Abruptly, her love for Paul incited her further. Her now up-drawn legs opened and closed around the tormenting head of the gluttonously slashing tongue that was licking at her flamed-seared hole. The cords of her neck stood out as she pulled savagely at the tangled hands-full of hair she clasped.

"Oh! Ohhh! Agggghhhh!" she moaned, splaying her legs out wider and wider to the sides to allow him greater access.

Leduc could stand it no longer. His cock throbbed like a wild spirited animal. He grabbed her flailing legs behind the knees and climbing into the table, thrust them roughly back against her shoulders, slithering up her sweat-soaked body simultaneously. His rigid, palpitating prick brushed tensingly against the wetness of her soft, sparse pubic hair. He splayed his hands beside either of her shoulders and forced her legs up and back until her ankles were locked behind his neck. He gaped down between their bodies and saw her upturned, the magnificence of her ivory-white buttocks completely exposed to him.

The expanded narrow cunt-slit was visibly throbbing its lips anxiously, the wet pink furrow held wide apart by the pressure of his thighs tightly up against hers.

"Now, my precious little American cunt, I am going to fuck you silly," Leduc said down into her face, a wicked smile contorting his handsome, distinguished features.

Janet could not see the face hovering over her through her passion and drug-dimmed eyes. Words were unintelligible sounds to her. Only animalistic values seemed of importance. She could feel the fleshy hugeness of his hard member lying the full length of the open quivering slit. The jerking, chunky head of his cock lay palpitating between her wide-spread buttocks, insinuating itself in a rising and falling, sawing motion, a maddening tease that caused her to grind her hips down toward it, her agonized cunt searching hungrily for its rigid blood-filled tip.

She had to have it inside her! Her belly screamed for it! You understand, Paul! I know you do! My God, I've got to have it…!

She groped with her hands in panic, finding their way beneath the cheeks of her ass to grasp the full length of the lead-hard member. Her tightly closed hands caressed it tenderly in reverence. She sensed its convulsive spasms against her soft palms, and the viscid milk that oozed in driblets from the lust-inflated head. She steered it up the vale between the soft, quivering moons of her buttocks, never allowing its touch to lose contact with her flesh until it was adjusted between the now ravenously lubricated lips of her craving vagina. She held it in place with one hand and clutched upon the man's buttocks with the other, hauling with all of her strength in an effort to pull it into her and let it quell the gnawing, hot heat burning madly in her belly.

Originally, Leduc had entertained no intentions of taunting her, but now he could not help himself. Even though he had all he could do to keep from instantaneously impaling this lovely American bitch on his aching cock, his sadistic desire to torment her could not be denied. Shortly, he would empty his white, hot sperm into her luscious steaming cunt, but temporarily, he must taunt her. It was undoubtedly an inherent part of his nature. Perhaps his noble father, the count, had found gratification this way. Certainly, the count's reputation was such that today his name was only mentioned in conjunction with the more Cyprian of circumstances. He chuckled within himself, thinking his sire would be proud of him at this exceedingly meritorious moment, then, he flicked his hips forward.

Janet winced as she felt the lips around her throbbing vagina forced open. Its elastic rimmed snugness resisted momentarily, then gave way beneath the harsh, brutal pressure. The agony shattered her for a long moment and she endeavored to mechanically resist, squealing a throaty wail.

Leduc reveled in that. He was elated to hear her painful cries. He thrust again, listening intently for her deeper whines. Suddenly, he wanted to hear her scream for mercy! He could stand it no longer! He rammed forward with everything he had, a momentary flickering of understanding for Paul Arden flashing in his brain, sinking his lust-inflated cock all the way in to his pelvis. He felt his balls whap resoundingly against her twitching anus as she ground her squirming buttocks hard down against the ungiving, table, attempting to escape the cruel, instantaneous impalement. She screamed! Her legs jerked out wide on either side of his long, lean body, splaying over either side of the the table, kicking futilely in the air.

"Paul! P-Paul! Good Jesus God! No! Nooooooo!" she choked, her naked, white body pinned helplessly to the narrow table as though impaled there by a stake. With her every jerk the huge head seemed to burrow deeper and deeper into her. The doctor's outstretched arms pinioned her tightly to the thin mattressed table, while his wide-spread knees held her thighs split to the fullest extent. She was certain that her body was being ripped down the middle and she would be rent in half from this giant thing imbedded deep in her crotch. The searing, pole-like shaft felt as though it would burst into her throat from beneath as its bloated head thrust hard against her cervix, rocking her own head as if it were on hinges to her neck as the monster pummeled into her.

Leduc gaped at her from above with a lascivious smirk on his lips. He was truly elated. He had garnered an exquisite morsel. Right now, her face was contorted from the agony of his first vicious stab. He grinned widely as her lips curled back from her teeth, pleading, incoherent whimpers emitting from the depths of her throat. Her arms were outstretched, palms against his hips, and he chuckled as he watched her attempting to hold back the blunt, hard knob pressing against her womb like a great heavy stone.

Poor child, she had never known anything like this, let alone having it this deep, he thought, as he held her pinned in the lewd, humiliating position. He glanced down once more to see his curly black pubic hair entangled tightly with her own golden strands, the base of his thick, fleshy cock barely protruding from its submerged depths in her pink, throbbing furrow – the very same that his educated tongue had licked to moist, craving receptiveness only moments before. He could see the tight, slightly bruised lips of her cunt stretched almost to the bursting point, the spongy outer pink rim clasping tightly about the white skinned base of his cock.

He smiled once more to himself, holding her there for a moment, savoring the spectacle of her magnificently impaled loveliness speared helplessly beneath him, with his heavy prick sunk deep in her smooth white belly. Mon Dieu! He wished her husband, the young proud diplomat could observe his wife now, spread-eagled, so as to speak, with a disgusting subservient alien causing her to scream and yell. Mon Dieu, what pleasure he would derive from that. He tittered to himself. Tel est notre plaisir. Tel pere, tel fils, mon ami. And he was going to give this American beauty a fuck she would never forget as long as she lived… and that was only the beginning.

Janet squirmed helplessly beneath him. All sense of balance had long since left her. Her brain was a maze of distorted thoughts, and she could not apply what thinking capacities she had to anything but what was immediately absorbing her. Presently, it was agony. She could feel the searching, hot pain of the sudden blunt entry tearing cruelly at her insides from between her legs. She flexed her crotch muscles tightly together in an attempt to hold off the huge invading cudgel, but the throb of her internal sinews seemed to incite the monster and it plowed its way deeper and deeper into her vainly resisting passage. She felt the walls of her cringing cunt clasp around it like a glove. She sensed its every fleshy ridge as her nerve ends transmitted its enormous form in minute detail to her muddled mind like a televised beam.

Dear God! It's alive inside me!

The hard, spongy tip pressed relentlessly against her cervix, the thin folds of flesh along its length, the tickling hairs of his balls in the crevice of her ass, were all suddenly a part of her. She had become united with it, and in spite of her pain her tongue snaked out and began an insane licking at her lips. Abruptly, the pungent odors of their union stung her flaring nostrils and she linked it with the frenzied anguish of Paul's rape of her, and once more her nostrils flared as the throbbing cock lodged even deeper into her soft, white belly. In some far-reaching, insane way, she chose to roll them altogether into one great fiery ball of aching hunger. There had never been anything before this, and there would be nothing after! This was it! This moment! Her cunt contracted involuntarily as the lascivious thoughts raced out of control through her drugged brain.

At last, Leduc felt the slight fluttering pressure exerted against his penis. He had waited patiently for it, knowing from experience that it would come. He hovered motionless above her prostrate form, waiting, until she became accustomed to his bulky presence submerged in her belly. Now, he flexed the member gently, expanding it inside her, but holding his body immobile.

"Oh," Janet whimpered through bared teeth, still fighting the fine line of pleasure-pain.

Doctor Leduc waited a moment, anticipating her thoughts, then flexed once more as he watched her face beneath him. The mouth fell limply open, the eyes clenched tightly shut.

"Ooooohhhhh!" she exclaimed. Then, she held her breath as the buried cock expanded more, stretching the narrow passage walls farther apart.

"What we are doing, cheri, is widening your tight little cunt walls so that the presence of a cock inside your belly will bring you nothing but pleasure from now on," Leduc whispered triumphantly down into her tormented face. "Do you understand?"

Janet rolled her head at the vile sound of the obscene words.

It isn't real! Nothing is real! It just can't be happening! It's the devil doing these things to me… turning my body into a raging inferno… Yes… it's the devil… Oh God help me!

Leduc flexed once more, now setting a deliberate teasing rhythm to his throbs. He watched her nostrils begin a hesitant flaring to the tempo. At last, soft mewling noises of rapture escaped from her open mouth in cadence with his tender ministrations.

"Ooooohhh… Yes, darling… Yes, darling," she moaned.

He sensed her urgent answering throbs begin around the head of his penis. Her moist, clasping cunt-throat commenced a soft opening and closing as it swallowed about his throbbing shaft.

He did not move, only continued the spaced, tantalizing pulsing into the pierced lovely beneath him. Now, he lowered his lips to wetly kiss hers and her whole body began to twitch and writhe under him as she groaned incessantly up into the moistness of his mouth, thrusting her tongue with sudden complete abandon deep into his throat. Low hums of passionate, servile acceptance came in torrents from deep in her chest, her beautiful face twisting with erotic passion, her mouth working like a fish out of water, her neck straining as a light sweat broke out onto her forehead under the now disheveled soft blonde hair. Her head lolled from side to side in her semi-conscious state, as her hips began a slow unwitting roll beneath his impaling fleshy spit. Suddenly, her hungry nibbling cunt screwed itself up tighter against his hair-covered pelvis and he was forced to clench his teeth tightly in an effort to control himself.

There was no longer pain, Janet reasoned nebulously. Her body was involuntarily coming to life. A maddening electric tingle had burst into being within her womb and surged relentlessly through the raw nerve ends of her vibrant flesh. It rippled through her cunt and out the fleece-lined flanges, dancing like wild demons across her milky-white thighs, coursing the full length of her outstretched legs to circle about inside her toes as she curled them tightly against the soles of her feet. It raced from her contracting belly insanely through her rib-cage and out to the bruised tips of her pink palpitating nipples.

Leduc slipped his hands down her sides and slid them under the soft, smooth globes of her moving buttocks. They flexed and unflexed to his touch, oozing around his fingers as he pressed his hands tightly into them. He drew her harder to his loins and felt her pulling her thighs back a little more, the moist, slippery hole of her cunt flowering open to receive his cock to greater and greater depths. The cords in her neck and thighs stood out hard and tense as she writhed beneath him from the magnitude of her sensations.

"Now, cheri," he hissed at her, "we must learn to beg for it when we want it, mustn't we?"

"Oooohhh… yes, yes…" she groaned out beneath him, all control over her body gone.

"Then beg me, my pet. Beg me to fuck you," he said as he continued to grind his cock into her wet, quivering cunt.

Even in this wanton, abandoned state she had reached, Janet's brain rebelled. Once more, she began to roll her head, her eyes shut tight as if to blot out the vile order. Everything in her being recoiled at the thought… except her crotch, and therein lay her heart and soul at this very moment. Tears squeezed from her tightly shut eyes, streaming down her cheeks.

"Beg me!" Leduc snarled, digging his fingers cruelly into the softness of her tender, ivory ass-cheeks. "Now! Beg, damn you!"

"Ooooohhhh, yes, yes… I beg you…"

"Be specific! Say it! Fuck me, ma chere. Ram your cock into my cunt! Say it!"

"Oooohhh… Fuck me, my darling…"

"Finish!"

"R-ram your cock into my cunt! Yes… yes, fuck me, my darling!" she babbled, the thought of her own lips speaking these lewd words for the first time in her life sending a new lascivious thrill swirling through her, and she rotated her hips from side to side around his thick, rigid cock vigorously, her vagina dilating in time to its rhythmic beating.

"There now, that's better," Leduc soothed in his rich tones as she whined passionately up at him. "You see how beautiful it can be, cheri?"

"Oh yes, yes! It's beautiful… wonderful! Don't ever stop!"

"Ah oui, ma cheri, but now you must work a little harder," he whispered, and immediately he felt her pelvis begin screwing up against the length of his rock-hard penis. The tiny contracting muscles inside her cunt were nibbling hungrily at the inflated head. The dilated lips between her hair-lined pink slit pulled tantalizingly away, sliding moistly down the rod for several inches then munched their way back up, buffering her soft, golden-down tightly against his pubic hair, embedding the full length of him deep into her warm, white tummy. He remained immobile, resting still above her with his hands flat on either side of her shoulders, his knees pressed tight to the thin-mattressed table. He let her quivering body pump up and down at will on the rigid shaft that fused them together.

He watched intensely its slow withdrawal between them, extracting thin ridges of her pink flesh out with it as she screwed her pelvis down onto the table, then pushing the fleshy coral folds back into her as the glistening length was consumed deep into the quivering, salacious opening. He let her strain against him for awhile, watching the now utter abandon of her labors, a dazed ecstatic smile playing across her lips. Ah yes, he thought, she was going to make a fine patient… and an excellent commodity. He grinned to himself as he felt the harsh slap of his balls against the unprotected crevice of her anus. It was time for further experimentation… and subjugation of this delicate American bitch.

He slid his fingers down over the tight, flexing skin of her ass and found the small puckered anus cradled defenselessly there. It was soft and warm and he could feel it working fish-like with the movement of her buttocks pushing against his loins. He pressed into it with a gentle but quick insertion, feeling the soft, spongy flesh yield unwillingly.

"Oooohhh," she gasped, the sound tumbling from her lips in painful protest.

He thrust further, taking pleasure in hearing her groans of subjugation.

"Oooooohhhhh God!" she cried louder from his further outrage against her defenseless asshole.

But he gave no quarter. Instead, he worked his finger around inside, stretching the rubbery softness wider and wider as he ground into her. He slipped another finger in and felt the tight resistance give way as it moved into the soft warm depths.

The deep guttural noises coming from her chest slowed into whimpers of pain for a moment, and then slowly subsided to be replaced by greater moans of pleasure as her anus became accustomed to the strange, unnatural invasion.

Leduc smiled his little expression of triumph and he kissed her as she began slowly screwing her rectum back onto his fingers, while he probed them methodically around in the warm rubbery channel. She was hopelessly impaled between his hard throbbing cock in her vagina and his fingers shoved tightly in her asshole. And now, moaning and mewling beneath him, she commenced twisting and squealing wantonly under the double ravishment of her loins. Her thrusts up against him became more urgent, her motions faster by the second, her small white teeth biting hard into her lower lip as he continued the drubbing pillage of her asshole. He knew she was straining to cum; the juices of her milking vagina were beginning to flow and he could hear the wet sucking sound of the in and out sawing movement as she suddenly thrust sharply up his cock, absorbing it deep inside her, her back arched a foot off the table, her feet planted flat on either side of his knees. She bucked against him wildly and he pulled his fingers from her rectum with a wet, hissing sound. She squirmed and skewered, raising a cry from her throat with every up-thrust.

"Oh… dear God! Yes! Yes! I'm cuming, darling! I'm cummmiiinnnggg… Aaaaagggghhhh!"

And with the last deep throated cry, her body began quaking uncontrollably. Torrents of milky fluids oozed from her jerking passage, immersing his spearing prick in its sticky warmth and trickling obscenely down the crevice of her smooth, white buttocks and on down over his balls pressed snugly against the tiny brown crinkled anus.

Leduc held himself until she had grunted out the last of her juices onto his matted pelvis, her body still heaving spasmodically. Then, he reached back taking her ankles and raising them over her shoulders, until her widespread slit between her legs was completely open to his desire.

"Now, ma chere," he leered down into her face, "we come to the finale of today's treatment… which should hold you in good stead until tomorrow."

Her mind had begun to clear somewhat. She tried to shake her head to rid it of the cobwebs. She was trembling all over and her stomach was quaking as if she had just been saved from falling off a cliff. My God, the obscene position she was in! And she was helpless beneath him!

Leduc withdrew his deeply imbedded shaft until just the tip of the head rested in her.

"This is the test, ma chere," he taunted and she whimpered beneath him.

He rammed forward with all of his stored up energy. The full throbbing length of his incited cock sunk cruelly into her helpless, exposed vagina. She cried out at the merciless lunge, a futile gesture that only inflamed him further. He could hear, the wet, flat smack as his pelvis smacked hard against her crotch. He dropped heavily upon her, mashing her lush, ripe tits tightly against his chest. He locked his saliva filled mouth to hers, thrusting his tongue deep down into her throat, muffling the cries forming there. His shoulders pushing against the backs of her full rounded calves kept her secured in that helpless position as he battered like a machine-gun into her. Reaching beneath them, he forced his hands under the white full cheeks of her ass, cupping them and kneading the warm soft flesh, pulling the rounded moons far, far apart.

A gem, he thought. Mon Dieu, what an exquisite gem! She would make him, and his friends, very happy when they arrived in Paris.

Now, he initiated lengthy, hard strokes into her steaming channel, wet and slippery from her climax, withdrawing the head until just its tip lay inside the hot, viscous mouth, then charging forward vigorously with his hips, his sac screwing tightly into the wide-split crack of her buttocks.

Janet wailed from her pregnable position, her mind suddenly and brutally evaluating properly as the drug wore away, her immediate rational thoughts filled with both her Paul and her shame.

Oh, dear God! Dear God! What have I done? What am I doing here…?

Again, she groaned as her vulnerable open cunt was plundered almost beyond endurance.

He is mad! He's an insane monster…!

Her head was hinging wildly on her neck with each jack-hammer thrust and it was impossible to fight from her hopeless position. Her arms were pinned down at her sides by her up-drawn legs, and she could feel the giant head of his filthy thing sliding up and down inside her inflamed passage like the hard knob of a long, ugly cudgel… and the hot slap of his testicles against her rectum as he jerked forward with his down stroke. Cool, exhilarating rushes of air soothed her thighs each time he extracted his heavy, pistoning cock.

Dear God, dear God help me! Don't let me succumb this way. It's… it's like a thousand red-hot bars inside me battering one against the other, sending out a million sparks through my body from… from this molten nucleus of… of my CUNT! OH GOD! OH GOD!

"FUCK ME, DAMN YOU! FUCK ME! HARDER… HARDER… HARDER!" she screamed, trying to raise her ass higher to him.

Her womb flared and the resisting lips of her hair-lined slit flowered open to receive the delicious rape of her secret genitals. Her hands fought desperately until they were free and wrapped around his back. Her nails gouged a red streaked path down to his flexing buttocks. She hauled him deep into her and shoved her fleece covered belly up hard to skewer herself fanatically onto the stake of flesh her cunt was endeavoring to suck the life from. She drew his thick, wet tongue voraciously deep into her mouth, swallowing greedily at the droplets of his saliva running down it in her lewd excitement. Now, her voluptuous body was matching his battering plunges with her own rhythmic thrashing.

"Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu!" Leduc babbled over and over as he ceaselessly pounded his inflated cock deep into her white rounded little belly with long cruel strokes. He could feel the hot, white semen amassing within his throbbing balls as they beat a tattoo against her marvelously exposed ass. It was nearing the explosion! Wildly, he thrust his tongue far down her throat and with harshly kneading hands, clutched the wide open cheeks of her lush white buttocks hard up against his ramming pelvis, as he slammed his spewing cock all the way to the hilt in her soft, unresisting cunt.

Janet felt a new sweet pain to her insides as the head of his deeply sunk, tormenting cock suddenly flared into a hugeness that threatened to mangle her inner organs. It began to spurt! She could feel the delicious hot, white liquid shooting into her like molten fire, sloshing around her dilated womb like great streams of searing lava. The very pores of her cunt-walls opened to it, oozing forth their own enraptured answer, spilling her secretion into the already flooded cavern of her quivering pink pussy.

It was maddeningly magnificent! No words could describe it! She was going out of her mind with the ecstasy! She couldn't let it stop!

She clawed frantically beneath her squirming buttocks with both hands and began to passionately milk at his balls pressed into the split of her ass. Her legs jerked out to their full length wildly, quivering helplessly in the air on either side of him. The enormous prick continued to squirt its completion. Thick, hot jets streamed from its head never-endingly in blissful, unbelieving rivers, overflowing her womb and gushing out the milking, convivial cunt-lips mouthing the base of his cock, saturating the silky pubic hair it was buried in.

"Oooohhh, fill me, fill me my darling!" she cried unintelligibly around the plundering tongue still thrust into her throat, while the seething walls of her quaking pussy sucked at the jerking cock ravenously, until it offered one final convulsive leap, the last dregs of his hot, sticky sperm sucked from it.

Leduc fell forward, collapsing upon her, feeling his thick hot sperm mixed with her own delectable juices back-washing his deflated, limp prick. It seemed unbelievably and erotically without end, until she too exhaustedly gave one last spasm, quaking to a final limpness, her legs falling and protruding lifelessly on either side of his body.

He breathed deeply, then slowly pulled himself from the semiconscious girl's form, his flaccid cock sliding from her ravaged cunt. She whimpered as he pulled free. He walked around the table to her and smiled down upon the lovely, spent face. Lifting her arm, he held the hand with the ring before her face.

"Can you see the beautiful amethyst, ma chere? It is your engagement ring. It sparkles… can you see?"

"I… yes, I can see…"

"Concentrate on it, my pet. Watch the stunning sparkle as I move it in the light. It fascinates you, doesn't it?"

"Y-Yes… it fascinates me…"

***

There were certain aspects of Dhattura that more than pleased him, Doctor Leduc mused after she had been contentedly sent upon her way and he smoked a silent, restful pipe of turkish mixture. The drug was seldom, if ever, used in the west these days, but its long colorful history for centuries was well known as a popular intoxicant in Europe. He had made a great study of aphrodisiacs… a particular necessity in his more intimate ventures. It was its aftermath, the amnesiac effects that pleased him. Of course, it sometimes produced suicidal effects too, but hypnotism controlled that nicely. In all, it made a perfect blend… like his tobacco. He smiled. Lovely creature… and she was completely… how is it they say in America… "hooked"?

CHAPTER FOUR

Paul could not believe it when she walked in, threw her arms around him and kissed him. He was still in his robe having just showered and shaved, preparing to go out looking for her; when there she stood like a vision, showering him with love that he felt he had no right to accept after the abominable manner in which he had treated her on her wedding night.

Her arms were around his neck and her lush lips flush against his own as she clung to him… and he could only guess, but he would almost bet one of her tiny feet was raised knee-high behind her.

"Darling, I've been to Doctor Leduc," she was saying, her eyes sparkling, her lips two wet treasured jewels in themselves. He sampled them once more. She pulled free and said, "He is also a marriage counselor in Paris. Isn't that wonderful? I feel grand."

She swung away from him, throwing herself onto the bed and kicking her feet into the air, almost baring her delectable thighs all the way to her nylon panties and making him gulp heavily. "W-What happened?" he stammered.

She sprung from the bed throwing her arms around his neck in a little dance and smiling. "Nothing, except I love you, I love you, my darling!" she spewed at him.

He kissed her again, feeling his member throbbing between his legs and began to weigh his chances of hauling her down to the bed for a taste of conjugal bliss. God, how he wanted to fuck her when she was like this! He tried… but she swung free of him and held up her finger as if to say, naughty, naughty.

"Let me change and we'll go up on deck," she exhilarated. "I want for us to enjoy this day so that we remember it forever… don't you, darling?"

"Y-Yes… of course, I do," he managed.

He didn't intend to press his good fortune. He could wait until the night, until she was ready once more and then he would make up for all of this agony and shame he had brought her. By God, he'd be the perfect lover. He would treat her like a baby. Her every whim would be his command. What an ugly brute of a fool he had been… and the way she was taking it, as if it had never happened. This Leduc must be a genius. He would certainly have to have a chat with him. It seemed that he owed the disgingue docteur a great deal more than he could ever pay him.

And the day passed splendidly, as hand in hand they explored the massive liner, mingled with the passengers, enjoyed the brilliant warm sun from their deck chairs, until mid-afternoon when Janet left him to have her hair attended and Paul wandered to the lounge enjoying a particular warmth inside he had not known for some time.

He had no more than climbed onto a stool at the bar, ordered a tall scotch and soda, when the unctuous voice of Doctor Leduc spoke to him.

"Ah oui, M'sieu' Arden, I was going to look you up after dinner and suggest we have a word together," the tall, suave Frenchman said with a smile, climbing onto the adjacent stool and ordering a cognac.

Paul returned his smile. "Strangely enough, I intended to drop around and see you, Doctor. I-I wanted to thank you for attending Mrs. Arden," he said, sensing his face reddening. "I… I fear she was in quite a state… and understandably so…"

Leduc raised his hand slightly, as if to say self-chastisement was unnecessary, then offered a little mundane wink of the eye. "Man's lust is one of the curses the deity saw fit to plague us with, so we must live with it, M'sieu'… and our women take us for better or for worse which, unfortunately, places them in a more sufferable position."

"I'm afraid I… I lost my head entirely, Doctor," Paul said, feeling his guilt and the need to acknowledge it to this qualified listener. He lifted his glass and drank heavily. "I… I don't know what the devil got into me… unless… yes, I suppose that was just what it was… the devil got into me."

Leduc smiled understandingly, almost sympathetically. He said, "I venture he spends a great deal of time playing about in most of us, M'sieu'. However, I wouldn't let this trouble me too much if I were you. I… I don't believe that any approach, regardless of how gentle, would have been receptive to Madame Arden at that point."

His comment jarred Paul. He turned to study the slender, handsome face closer. The physician's discerning dark eyes were focused upon the glass in his hand and he seemed to be avoiding the act of looking at him. He said, "I don't follow you, Doctor. Be a little more explicit."

Leduc shrugged in the characteristic French gesture. He set down his glass and touched his finger-tips together, still not looking at Paul.

"I doubt that I can be very explicit, M'sieu'… that is, I have only made a preliminary examination, you understand. More extensive consultations, mind probing, et cetera, et cetera, would have to be done…"

Paul caught at his arm. "What are you saying, Doctor? Is something physically wrong with Janet?" He tried to draw the French physician's direct gaze so that he could see into his eyes, but they continued to avoid him. "Look at me, man! What's wrong with her?"

Leduc eyed him levelly. "I am not sure, M'sieu', without further examination. I hesitate to diagnose at this stage… however, I assure you there's nothing physical troubling the Madame."

Paul stared at him. "You're saying that… that she has a… a mental problem?" he heard himself question.

"M'sieu'… please, understand that I can say nothing more definite at this time," said Doctor Leduc, compassion in his voice. "Further examination… many of them, perhaps, must be made to form a final conclusion. This morning, in the short time she was with me, I detected… definite signs of emotional instability that are… well, to say the least, M'sieu'… alarming."

"Emotional instability…!" Paul repeated, his brain suddenly in a whirl. A twinge of anger welled up inside him. The man was a fool. Janet… emotionally unstable?

"If we were in Paris, M'sieu' Arden, with the facilities of my clinic, I would certainly be more definitive," Leduc was saying, interrupting his thoughts. "However, we must do with what we have at hand. This morning I administered a tranquilizer I often use in these cases, which seemed to have a satisfactory affect. I would suggest that she see me daily throughout the voyage for a booster… else we might see a recurrence of these emotional seizures…"

"Emotional seizures? These cases…?" Paul reiterated, his phrases piqued with an anxiety of his own. "I don't know what you're talking about, Doctor."

Leduc studied him. "I see," he said finally. "Undoubtedly, M'sieu' Arden, you are truly unaware of these seizures… or perhaps it is simply that you do not recognize them for what they are. I feel safe in saying that regardless of what manner of love-making you had employed last night that you would have brought about the same reactions in the Madame. Your wife, M'sieu', is suffering from a form of Dementia praecox."

"Dementia prae… prae… What the hell is that in English?" Paul blurted.

"Schizophrenia… in English, M'sieu'," Leduc replied, never losing his professional composure. "And from what I have seen so far, quite curable with proper treatment."

Paul sighed heavily. "Well… thank God for that anyway," he said, draining his glass in one nervous gulp and motioning the barman for another round. He commenced shaking his head. "I… I had no idea."

"I understand, but let us not get alarmed, M'sieu' Arden… and let us not in any case mention to the Madame what we fear. It could only serve to worsen her condition, and as I've said, with proper treatment I am sure she will come about nicely."

"Yes… yes, of course, Doctor," Paul agreed. "I'll see that she stops by your office daily… in fact, I'll bring her by…"

Leduc raised his hand. "No. I would caution you not to do that, M'sieu'. Let her act through her own initiative. The thought of forced treatment often does more harm than good with the schizophrenic."

"All right," agreed Paul once more. "Whatever you say, Doctor Leduc. I have to place her in your hands now."

Briefly, the doctor's eyes narrowed but Paul Arden did not see this. Both men raised their drinks and sipped. A hollow empty gnawing at his entrails had begun in Paul's abdomen. He still could not comprehend the blow. Finally, Leduc said, "Just one more word, M'sieu'… if I may… should the Madame be willing to copulate, then by all means accommodate her, but should she not, I suggest you be… shall we say… understanding?"

Paul felt his face redden. "Naturally," he snapped, as the French physician slipped from his stool.

Leduc smiled and bowed curtly. "Bonjour, M'sieu'."

Paul gave him a short nod. "Bonjour," he bade, turning back to the barman and ordering another. He sat contemplatively, his brow knitted in worried thought. So, now he realized the source of her elation when she had returned to the stateroom after consulting Leduc. The good doctor had plied her with some sort of tranquilizer. Split personality! Dear God, he'd had no idea, but now that he thought back on different things it all seemed to make sense. And to think of the way he had forced himself upon her last night… Rape! Pure rape! Nothing else… Good Lord, he ought to be horse-whipped!

***

Except for the soreness between her legs and of her breasts, Janet felt in the finest of spirits. She had in her heart, although she had said nothing to him yet, forgiven Paul entirely for last night. The day had been a beautiful one and her darling had leaped at her slightest caprice. And dinner had been so romantic with his holding her hand at every opportunity, dancing so gallantly when she knew how he despised it, walking in the moonlight and stopping to kiss her in the same manner he had when she used to fly down to Princeton to visit him on the weekends.

She thought of these things as she prepared to go to him and give herself as she had not done last night. She thought of Doctor Leduc and the genteel, professional manner in which he had soothed her jangled nerves. She had damn sure been on the verge of doing something drastic… her whole world had been so shattered. But now, all seemed well once more… yet, she could remember very little of what had taken place in his quarters after he had given her the tranquilizer shot… with the exception of the wild, hallucinatory dreams… and those she had not mentioned even to the Doctor.

She blushed a bright crimson as the vague, lewd visions again brushed through her mind and little butterfly-like sensations flitted about in her tummy. The amazing, shameful part of them was that her partner in these sexual fantasies had been the noble doctor himself. Dear God, how debased can one get… even in thought? Still, as guilty and disgusted as she felt with herself, she realized the libidinous affect those dreams were having upon her and how her darling Paul was about to profit from them.

She smiled at her naked self in the dressing-room mirror as she thought of Paul lying in the bed out there, waiting anxiously for her to make her appearance. Sweet, sweet darling, he was so sorry for last night, and now she was about to make him the happiest husband alive. She would not only forgive him, but she would make love to him as he had never dreamed it possible for her to do. She trembled at the very thought and hurriedly slipped on the sheer black, hip-length nightie, then with one last look at herself, opened the door and stepped out.

Paul raised slowly to an elbow and gaped in utter fascination at the breathtaking sight. It was a replica of the vision he had beheld the previous night, an erotic spectacle that was about to have the same effect upon him, and he dug his nails into the palms of his hands in an effort toward controlling himself. Leduc's words rushed through his mind. He swallowed tightly and said, "C-Come here."

She smiled, turning slowly to extinguish the light in the dressing-room, luxuriating in the knowledge of how beautiful she was to him this night, almost feeling the heat of his eyes on the curved length of her legs. She stretched to reach the small wall switch, knowing that it made her diaphanous nightie creep even further up her thighs, then, tantalizingly, she had moved toward him to ease down onto the bed beside him.

Paul reached for her wordlessly, his hand slipping gently beneath her golden tresses behind her head drawing her to him, their lips momentarily apart… reaching out but not quite touching. He drew her closer, grasping her lower lip between his teeth tenderly, pulling the moist, soft flesh into him… his teeth slipping off, and his lips enfolding her as he sucked her lips into his mouth.

Janet felt a tingling shock run icily into her mouth. Her darting tongue wedged beyond his lips, back inside over the roof and across the front of his teeth, caressing the soft underside of his upper lip.

Paul leaned forward, his momentum carrying them both back onto the pillow, and he crushed his mouth hard against hers, thrusting his tongue deep into the yearning heat beyond her lips. Her arms reached to encircle his neck but he held them apart, spreading them wide as he pressed her back into the softness of the pillow. He raised himself to one knee and rolled, half sitting, to her side. She lay back against the pillow obediently, her arms wide and her legs slightly spread… lashes shadowing her cheeks as she closed her eyes.

"Oh, my darling," she whispered softly. "I'm sorry… so sorry about last night… Please, be gentle with me…"

"Yes… yes," he managed huskily, running his hand over the awakening mounds of her breasts and down over her belly to the soft, fleshy folds of her cunt below.

Janet moaned, her body coming immediately alive to the caresses of his magic hands now stroking her flesh into a lamina of hot desire. Tiny goose-bumps sprang out over the creamy whiteness of her satin-like skin. God, how she wanted him! Her body cried out to be loved tenderly and with understanding… as he was now doing. She pressed the horrible memory of his assault on her last night out of her mind, wanting nothing more than to make up for all the times she had denied him and her own self the pleasure of merging their bodies as one. She wanted him to crawl up inside her, to possess her completely and quell the raging torrents that were building up in the very depths of her from his maddening fingertips playing over her defenseless nakedness.

Maybe… maybe, he would understand her now, realize that she had been as tormented as he… that she had wanted him too. But now it was different, she thought; they were together and they were man and wife, and she could give herself to him without fear of guilt or God's punishment. Dear Lord, he was making her so happy. She sensed the dew-drops of moisture rising there between her open thighs as the exposed hair-lined lips began a slow spasmodic contracting, throbbing wetly against each other.

"Oh, my darling Paul, take me now… touch me gently… rub me. Oohhh, yessss, yessss, that way… oooohhh yesss, darlinggggg," she moaned, helplessly caught up in the tingling pricks of lust that were dancing through her.

Then she felt his lips finally traverse the full length of her body and felt the burning heat of his breath on her neck. He ran his tongue around the rim of her ear, plunging it deep inside. Her whole body seemed aflame with a febrility of throbbing senses… her nerves were beginning to scream out! She couldn't wait much longer, or she would go mad!

And then she felt his tongue dart across the tips of her distended nipples, generating vibrating shocks to course through her… and the tongue was gone… but there it was again! She moaned as it moved wetly across her belly… into the soft curled mound of pubic hair between her thighs.

His lips probed and explored that soft, sensitive skin between her open legs until he found the erect, pulsing bud of her clitoris. Paul heard her cry out in agonized pleasure as he took the tiny palpitating jewel between his teeth and holding it tightly, ran his tongue-tip around and around in ever decreasing circles, until at last, he opened his mouth wider and moved his tongue downward, down the smooth moistened slit to the heated, throbbing opening of her vagina.

With his head buried in the hot muskiness of her loins, Paul could not see her, but he could feel her head rolling from side to side as he tongued her, and he could hear her whimpering, mewling sighs each time he swirled his tongue around the velvet-like inside of the soft hair-lined lips of her cunt. He drew her legs up, sliding his arms beneath them so that his shoulders and arms were wedged between her thighs. Then he pressed his hands under her thighs and pushed them further up until her legs draped over his shoulders, and lifting his hands beneath her quivering buttocks he pulled them up hungrily toward his open mouth.

Janet's cry of pleasure filled their stateroom as she felt him plunge his tongue deep into the liquid depths of her seething pussy. She reached jerkily for him, entangling her fingers in his hair, endeavoring to haul him further… further into her.

"Aaaaggghhh! Oh God, please… darling… please! I want you inside me! Now! Now! Fuck me! Fuck me! NOW."

She twisted his hair, pulling him violently upward. She saw the thin film of creamy wetness around his mouth as she pulled him to her, and her hands shook tremulously as she moved her lips to his, licking the viscous moisture from them.

"Please, darling…!" she gasped. "I want to feel you in me! Please hurry!"

The strange obscenity of her passion filled words excited Paul to a frenzied, blinding furor, and as he reached frantically for the buttons of his pajama tops, he felt her hands tearing the bottoms from him. He sensed the cool rush of air against his cock and balls as she freed them… and as suddenly he noted the stiffening of her body as he kneeled up between her legs.

Abruptly, she had frozen into an immobile, erotic statue, an expression of repugnance contorting that beautiful face that only seconds before had been caught up in the throes of ecstatic desire. As he stared at her in shocked amazement, Paul watched the abhorrent loathing creep into her eyes, until, of a sudden, she bared her teeth, reaching out at him with claw-like hands to rake the skin of his chest, her legs beginning to flail madly, a shrill scream emitting from deep in her throat.

"Get away from me! What're you trying to do to me?" she shrieked as she writhed and kicked and clawed at him wildly. "Get away from me! You're vile! You filthy bastard, I hate you!"

***

Paul Arden paced the floor of their small adjoining sitting room in his pajamas and robe, occasionally pausing before the closed door where Doctor Leduc endeavored to treat his paroxysmal Janet. A cigarette flicked nervously between his fingers and he drank heavily from the glass of straight bourbon he had poured himself.

What in God's name had suddenly come over her, he had no idea. One moment she had been the soft, gentle flower of passion, begging him to take her… the next, an insane, vicious little hellion, screaming and clawing at him like a maddened witch, completely beside herself in her wild frenzy. He couldn't believe it! Dear God, if it hadn't been for his talk with Leduc earlier he would probably have beaten her senseless, then fucked her until she couldn't walk. He had been that delirious with rage and desire.

He tried to piece it together, recalling the events as they had taken place, searching his mind for any one thing he had said or done that had set her off this way. Nothing. He could think of nothing. It didn't make sense… none of it. She had been perfectly beautiful up to the point where she had pulled down his pajama bottoms and saw his rigid member… Good God, had that done it? Was it possible? The sight of his penis had sent her off into a wild tantrum…!

The door opened and Doctor Leduc came out, closing it quietly behind him.

"She is sleeping, M'sieu'," he said softly. "I've given her a sedative and I doubt that she'll awaken before morning. However, I would advise you to… to sleep out here the remainder of the night."

Paul nodded, not knowing what to say. At first, he had intended to tell the whole thing, but suddenly he saw no damned reason for it. Still, he said, "I don't know what brought it on, Doctor. It was spontaneous… seeming to arise out of nowhere… nothing."

Leduc shrugged characteristically. "It is as I said earlier, M'sieu' Arden, these seizures will come upon her without understandable rhyme or reason… until we get to the source of the problem, eh?" He moved toward the door leading out to the passageway. There, he turned, "She will remember none of this in the morning when she awakens. You must treat her as if nothing unusual has happened."

"Yes… of course," agreed Paul despondently.

"You might casually remind her to stop by and see me, M'sieu'," he said, stepping out into the passageway. "We cannot afford to take any more chances."

"I will, Doctor."

Leduc made his curt bow. "Bonne nuit, M'sieu'."

"Good night, Doctor."

CHAPTER FIVE

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.

She dug her nails into her palms, bit at her lower lip, as slowly the pain eased a little, although it was still a mixture of hurtful discomfort and stimulation. She felt strangely wet between her buttocks, and also strangely ashamed. She was being sodomized and she knew it. She tried to concentrate on this thought, but each time her concentrations were destroyed by a skin-splitting thrust which jolted her forward and made her squirm back onto his fleshy stem that was meting out the punishment. Abruptly, she commenced to sense a masochistic joy. The pain was weirdly pleasurable. She realized she was heaving backwards to meet the forward thrust of his loins. And she was undulating her body and moving her buttocks in tiny circles. She had already begun to feel quite excited through the pain and she reached under her and scratched at his swinging balls gently, turning her face sideways just so that he could see the effect he was having on her.

Kneeling above her, Leduc watched the reddish skin of the little round hole draw back with his prick, clutching it as if it didn't want him to come out. At first, the pressure on his cock had been almost too much to bear, but now it was just tight and exhilarating, the type of squeeze that promised to draw the sperm right out of his duct with the ferocity of ground-glass at every stroke.

He gaped at his white, violent shaft disappearing right up her smooth-white, gyrating ass with each thrust. It submerged until not even a half-inch of it showed, straining wildly in that tight, resistant passage, its chunky, lust-bloated head reaching far into her soft quaking belly.

"Ooooohhhh, oooohhhh," she groaned as his pelvis smacked loudly against the softness of her twin white buttocks. The rampaging instrument was the length of an ax-handle buried to his balls in her nearly split asshole. Dear God, she was hopelessly impaled!

Leduc's testicles ached and his prick cavorted as if it were charged with exploding gun-powder each time he rammed into her, and now she was moaning and adding to his joy by the movement of her ass and the hollowing of her back. He watched her beautiful profile as his lips bared back from his teeth. Her complexion was flushed a bright red, her head turning from side to side now, her long golden hair strewn down over her sweating forehead like a mad woman… and she was panting for more. She was his… completely his! A slave, submitting to him. He could do with her anything he liked… and he did, gouging his cock into her ass and leaving it there, listening to her whine as he merely jostled his loins, moving it tantalizingly about in her passage with fiendish delight.

"Oh… yes, yes," she hissed. "Fuck it, fuck it!"

Leduc leered to himself in his fanatical pleasure. It was time now. He plunged his cock a ferocious stab and said, "Are you happy?"

"Ooooohhhh… Oooohhh," Janet groaned, a violent shudder rippling through her whole body as suddenly it was as if she had awakened from a coma to discover she was being horribly tortured by the impalement of some horrendous instrument plunging into her rectum!

Her brain raced insanely as she raised her head to gape around the room and note her surroundings. Good God! She was naked… in Doctor Leduc's examining room… on her knees… her full nude breasts hanging and dancing like two lush ripe fruits on the vine… her bottom thrust high in the air… the constant, battering invasion in her rectum continuing…!

Either I'm going mad, or this is all a horrible nightmare!

"Paul! Paul! For God's sake, what are you doing to me?"

Leduc chuckled obscenely. "It is I, Madame, not your beloved husband… and I am fucking you in the ass because you begged me to."

He withdrew his prick to the glans, then thrust it forward until his balls slapped heavily against the flowered split of her cunt in one long, slow stroke. His cock tingled; his balls were alive with fire. He could come now whenever he chose and he wanted to feel that torrent of sperm surging into her beautiful white American ass; that would be the ultimate subjugation.

"My God! My God!" Janet cried out. "You're sodomizing me! You filthy monster! My husband will kill you… Oooohhhh… He'll kill you…!"

"Please, Madame, let us not be naive, shall we?" Leduc taunted, as he began to stroke more rapidly into her, hard and fast, battering her quivering buttocks with his hips. She moaned loudly with the pleasure-pain. "Let us remember that you've been coming to me daily for these treatments. And let us not forget our need of our daily shot. We must have that or go stark raving mad, mustn't we?"

Dear Christ! He's right… he's right! I'm addicted… Paul must never know that! No! No! And… and I've been coming here every day of the voyage… letting him fuck me! It's true! It's true! Oh shit… shit… SHIT… FUCK… COCK… CUNT… it's beautiful! I love it… His magnificent cock is all the way up my asshole! I can feel it in my bowels… my belly… so stiff and throbbing…!

"Oh yes, fuck it! Ram me! Squirt your load in my asshole!" she wailed back at him breathlessly.

Her sudden obscene response to his cruel sodomy drove Leduc on like an infused satyr. He reached down and pulled her ass-cheeks wide apart, commencing to drive his pelvis into her soft, yielding buttocks with hard, vicious whaps that filled the room resoundingly. Perspiration from his now sweating face dripped into her lovely hollowing back, making it glisten in the light from the lamp above the table. His breathing came in short puffing gasps like that of a bicycle rider, his vision locked on the whiteness of her quivering body that was slipping back over his plunging cock with the snugness of a velvet glove. Mon Dieu, he was losing all control now as he sensed his great shaft growing unbelievably. His sac hung heavy with its bloated reservoir of sperm, and it must he emptied soon or burst from the excruciatingly delicious pressure.

Janet had fallen to mumbling unintelligibly beneath his pounding hips. She waggled her ass salaciously back against his merciless thrust. She wanted him to cum. She wanted him to squirt his heavy load of hot semen deep into her belly. She wanted him to split her crotch wide open and spill his sperm into her until she was completely immersed in its delicious loveliness. She could feel a sopping wetness in the crevice of her ass and there was no longer any thought of pain, or of any other thing except this magnificent cock pummeling her battered asshole. She dropped her shoulders to the thin mattress so that her ass was now raised even higher in the air, and the huge, frenzied cudgel could fuck into her at will. "Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu! It is time!" Leduc blurted, throwing back his head and groaning as he thrust his cock's full expanded length into her wide-stretched asshole, his body commencing to jerk convulsively, his mouth falling upon loosely as he clawed at her waist with harsh, clutching fingers, pulling her buttocks even wider apart for his prick to skewer yet another fraction of an inch into her.

"Fuck back! Fuck back!" he charged her.

Janet, beneath his battering attack, felt the first delicious torrents of the hot, white cream splutter into the depths of her rectum. It surged through her body with the force of a bursting dam, burning into her heaving belly like hot liquid fire. The delectable sensation touched off her own climax and she creamed as the vast gush of pleasure rippled through her, and then she could feel his hot, sticky sperm running down the crevice of her wide-split bottom to the slit of her open, throbbing cunt… and then he was withdrawing his deflated member from inside her and slipping down off the table.

Slowly, Janet collapsed, every muscle in her spent body quivering from sheer exhaustion. She lay on her belly, her body falling into a near obscene position with her legs still splayed, one arm beneath her left cheek as she stared up in utter disbelief at this man who had somehow come to exercise this weird, demoniac power over her. Now, in the wake of her played out passion, shame and revulsion inundated her, causing tears to quietly dribble from her still partially glazed eyes.

Dear God… dear God, forgive me! I couldn't help myself. It… it was as if I had no control…! I wanted him to perform that bestial act on me! And… and I'm an addict! Oh God, I want to die!

Doctor Leduc came closer into her blurred view, wiping at his penis with a small white towel. He was smiling… almost leering, Janet thought.

"You are a delightful patient, cheri," he said, showing her his white even teeth. "You mustn't go morbid on me. A good fucking in the ass never hurt any girl, I assure you."

Janet clenched her eyes closed tightly, biting at her lower lip until she actually tasted her own blood, the filthy words sending a wave of nausea coursing through her. She had never felt so alone in her life. She was caught in an abominable trap and she didn't know how or why, or where she could turn. She couldn't go to Paul. Not now… not after this! She had no one… only this… this vile disciple of Satan to turn to… and she must have her drug. She must! She must!

CHAPTER SIX

The Embassy had provided them with pleasant lodgings on Rue St. Lazare, not a great distance from the Place De l'Opera, and with all of the conveniences a young, new American wife might expect in Paris. It was an apartment, but spacious, and the other tenants seemed to be upper-bracketed Frenchmen. Paul was not discontented with the quarters… he was simply at a loss to know how to cope with this affliction that plagued his beloved Janet.

Christ, he was yet to consummate his marriage… unless he counted that first horrible night… and secretly, he was glad at least for that. Doctor Leduc had told him in Le Havre when they parted that he was still at loss, that Janet should continue with her daily treatments. Of course, they had only been in Paris one day and he had spent most of that at the Embassy, but already Janet had made up her mind not to carry on with her visits to the French physician. And she was not a person one could force into doing what she had set her mind against; he knew this from experience.

Thank God, they were able to get a maid… rather nice too. And she cooked, Paul thought, as he browsed through a copy of the New York Times he had picked up. He found himself wondering what else she might do with some skill. Damn… he couldn't go along this way forever… and here he was in Paris…

"Francine, would you pour me another cognac, please?" he called to her in French.

She did and Paul eyed her closely, closely enough so that she would notice when she brought it. She smiled down at him as she extended the tray. She was possibly nineteen, long dark hair and eyes, broad shoulders with fine breasts and narrower, but full hips. She wore her skirts at the sixteen inch length, and in their black nylon encasing her legs appealed to him exquisitely. He would gamble that she caught his dallying gaze… but in truth, he didn't know what he was doing, he was that distraught in his frustration; and he was pleased when she left for the day, taking one last, long suggestive glance toward him before she closed the door behind her.

"Darling, we're having good old fashioned American steak for dinner. Does that please you? I sent Francine on a beef hunt and the girl seems to know her business."

It was all like that, the entire evening. The music, the lying on the floor before the lighted fireplace, the wine, the sweeping her up and carrying her into the bedroom… and the inevitable…

He had decided to strip and walk into the bedroom naked… and that had done it. Thank God, he'd taken Leduc's phone number. In forty-five minutes the dapper physician had shown. And within the hour, Janet slept soundly.

"What the devil is it, Doctor? This split personality business? Or do I hold some sort of revulsion for her…?"

"M'sieu'… in these peculiar cases there is no way of knowing. The Madame should have come to my office today as I instructed. But, I see that she is an obstinate one… Nevertheless, M'sieu' Arden, I suggest your lovely wife have daily treatments from now on. Of course, the week end is upon us and I myself am going to my summer place at Dives. I try to get away as often as I can… M'sieu', may I invite you and the Madame for the week-end? There, I have my private consultation 'digs', as the British say. It is not impossible that we can make some headway with the lovely young thing, and perhaps even clear this nasty situation up…"

Paul interrupted him. "If you're inviting us, Doctor, the answer is yes. We will come. Anything to get to the bottom of this damned problem."

"Wonderful. I do feel we can accomplish more if I have her there under my observation and am able to… well, a good American phrase might be, where I can privately bleed her mentally."

"You can count on it. We'll be there, Doctor."

Alone once more, Paul poured himself a cognac and slumped into a chair. Christ, he wished that Francine had not left. His rod was thumping like a separate live body, telegraphing wild, libidinous thoughts to his brain. How long he could stand this celibacy he wasn't sure, but dammit, something had to happen or he wasn't going to be able to control himself much longer. His groin was aching for release.

God almighty! What had happened to her? His luscious, beloved Janet! Christ, he loved her. He was tempted to go into her now while she was in the throes of Leduc's induced sleep… drugged sleep.

Drugged?

It struck him then, that when he had entered the bedroom naked she was already caught up in some sort of convulsion… clutching at her stomach with her legs drawn up and her nose runny as if she were suffering from a cold. Then had come the vomiting spasms and he had helped her to the bathroom, perspiration drenching her whole body… and it was almost as if she hadn't the slightest control over her body for she had urinated all over the bathroom floor.

Now, he thought of these things, remembering one specific chap at college who had been addicted to heroin and had tried withdrawal by himself.

Christ! He got to his feet abruptly and stormed into the bedroom, flicking on the light. There she lay, curled into a womb-like ball on her side, sleeping in a contented peace… while he staggered about with this maddening hard prick that was damned near driving him insane. Goddamn… was it possible? Janet addicted to something?

He cut the light, shaking his head and floundering back to his chair, his cock so hard his whole groin ached. Francine, Francine… if you were here right now… Damn, what was happening to him? The girl was going to marry her childhood sweetheart she had told them.

Got to get hold of myself! Got to! Janet needs me. I can't let her down. She would stand beside me. Besides… I love her! I love her!

But… Francine, if you were to walk in here this minute…!

***

The Doctor and Madame Leduc, when at their Paris villa, spent most of their time together in a second floor, luxurious apartment, along with their two super-bred, magnificent mastiff dogs, Vailante and his mate, Sable, beside them, a suite of rooms that the couple occupied in the most exacting privacy, inaccessible even to the servants. Its splendor was matched only by its erotic appointments in painting and sculpture, the Leducs having added to the famed collection of the late Count Leduc, the doctor's father, during their many travels throughout the world. The venereal theme was further carried out in the haremish couches and furnishings, with all wooden, ebony, and ivory appendages phallic in design. Mirrors, of course, reflecting from every conceivable angle were aplenty, and the small bar contained only aphrodisiacal concoctions blended by the doctor himself.

Leduc had designed both this apartment and the one at their summer villa near Dives after the Grande Chambre in their Palais de Plaisir, that fabulous bordello outside of Paris he had inherited from the nefarious count, and although much of the erotica were only copies of the originals he kept here, he was satisfied that his guests were more concerned with the effects achieved rather than the authenticity of the work.

Now, as he relaxed upon his favorite Roman couch, reputed to have belonged to one of the Caesars, and garbed loosely in a silkish white toga, he smiled to himself as he studied a packet of photographs depicting naked girls his wife had just handed him to examine.

"Something amuses you?" Madame Leduc questioned, a gentle smile of her own playing across her femininely handsome features. She was a tall, stately woman, almost regal in appearance, with raven-black tresses that hung to the tips of her shoulder-blades and covered her breasts when she was nakedly at leisure, and styled in a dazzling upsweep on more social occasions. Actually in her late thirties, her alabastar-like skin and her svelte, well cared for body belied the last decade of her years, while her sparkling dark eyes constantly suggested her Cyprian nature. Her husband had found her some fifteen years ago in a cheap brothel in Bordeaux where she performed the specialty of the house… fellatio on two penises simultaneously, and even though her tastes had changed somewhat, she still enjoyed the luxury of that second male organ plunged half way down her throat.

Presently, she too rested upon her favorite couch, a replica of that said to have belonged to Cleopatra – the one upon which the beautiful queen had allegedly sucked off one hundred Roman noblemen in one night – gowned in her most gossamery toga and waiting for this man who dearly loved to call her by his pet name, Meriochane, a Greek word meaning Gaper, or, "she who gapes wide for ten-thousand men."

"These are lovely creatures," said Leduc, quickly shuffling through the photos, "but nothing here can match my American beauty, ma chere. I doubt that we can use any of them. They're too… too common looking. But the American bitch… ahhh, she is going to make us a fortune."

"Did you enjoy her, Alex?" Danielle Leduc questioned, more excited with the anticipation of his relating the story of the girl's seduction rather than feeling the slightest twinge of jealousy.

"Exquisitely, ma chere, and so will you," Leduc chuckled. "But I venture you will derive greater pleasure from the young husband, Paul. He is a handsome, virile looking specimen. And of course they will both be at Dives for the week end." He tossed the photos onto a nearby table. "I see nothing there that we can use. Is our present staff fulfilling the desires of our noble clientele satisfactorily?"

"Yes, quite."

"And the young Moroccans?"

"No problems whatever, cheri," his wife assured him smilingly as she patted the great head of Vailante stretched out on the soft carpeted floor beside her.

"Ahhh, very well then, now I can relax," he sighed, rolling onto his back, his garment falling away to expose his open thighs to her where she lay, his heavy sac and limp penis catching her eye in immediate greed. "And now my lovely Meriochane, if you will see to your master's pleasure, I'll advise you as to how we are going to seduce the young Americans this week end."

Danielle Leduc didn't hesitate. Instantly, she arose, gracefully removing her toga by unfastening its shoulder catch and letting it fall with a wisp of sound to the floor. She posed in her nakedness before him, smoothing her hands over her taut, high, small firm breasts until their brownish nipples distended in the manner he preferred; then she trailed her long graceful fingers down over her stomach and hips to her strong thighs, finally moving toward the sensitive white flesh of her inner thighs and upward to the silky, black-hair covered mound, those same long delicate fingers slowly gliding to the soft fleshy folds of her hair-lined cunt-lips, gently spreading the still tight slit until it flowered open and she thrust her pelvis forward that he might better see the moist, coral flesh.

Leduc's cock leaped and when she saw this, Danielle moved rapidly toward him, climbing between his legs on all fours and quickly taking his semi-flaccid tool in her mouth, swallowing it almost whole into her throat.

The doctor laughed, knowing his wife's insatiable desire to have a limp prick harden in her gullet. Abruptly, she commenced to purr in kittenish fashion while he tenderly caressed her soft hair and his cock began to swell and fill her pharynx. It was a delightful sensation and he knew no one who could perform it as well as she.

Her continual swallowing caused her throat muscles to milk his prick in a manner that even the tightest of educated cunts could not equal, and the length of her tongue laving the underside of his shaft while its tip taunted the base of the member and a portion of his balls was the ultimate of pleasurable fermentations.

From the floor where he lay, Vailante's great ears stood at attention, his massive head tilted to one side, little whines escaping him as he looked directly at his mistress's round up-thrust, buttocks facing him. And as the animal watched, Danielle began to waggle her hips as she hummed and purled hungrily, her husband's heavy, now rigid and throbbing cock, vibrating and nearly reaching into her belly.

The hot breath from her nostrils against the pubic hair of his pelvis sent additional spasms of delight rippling through Leduc as his wife cupped his heavy sperm bloating balls in both of her hands, squeezing and manipulating them with known skill, while her throat continued to exploit his still growing prick in her effort to suck him to climax.

Suddenly, both mastiffs stood, tense and ready, awaiting their master's command, and as his wife's little whines grew in deep chested mewls, her hips gyrating salaciously in her need for fulfillment, Leduc snapped an order at both animals.

Immediately, Vailante leaped onto the couch behind his wife, mounting her with both forepaws wrapped around her hips, his hind quarters moving in close to push forward his long, thin pointed cock, while Danielle quickly thrust one hand between her legs to guide the stiff animal prick into her quivering cunt. Furiously the beast set to his task with ears flattened, his rump driving in rapid jack-hammer thrusts that would not end until he was so commanded.

Now, Sable had come alongside of Leduc who had begun to feel the unraveling movement growing deliciously in his balls, and as he patted the animal's rump she swung about thrusting her hind quarters back at him with lifted tail, and he plunged his index finger into the dog's lubricated cunt.

Sable's ears flattened, and the pure bred bitch whimpered as she skewered back onto the human digit impaling her, jerking her own hind quarters in trained rhythm… and then her master inserted a second finger… and yet a third, while her mate dug his long, swelling animal prick into the mistress' dripping, throbbing cunt.

Leduc could view it all from every angle, reflected in the strategic placement of the mirrors about the room. The salaciousness of the depraved sight caused him to shove his loins up at his wife's face and watch her lips being pulled out grotesquely, clinging to his cock as she sucked at it voraciously, while Vailante fucked into her with his growing, long animal shaft and she heaved her ass back toward it in wild tempoed fury.

Leduc lifted his head from the couch and stared down at her lust contorted face. The sight of his hard shaft of flesh completely absorbed between her ovaled lips increased the sensation a thousand-fold. She was massaging the soft resilient skin of his testicles tantalizingly with one hand, and now she had raised her head so that her thumb and forefinger of the other hand could stroke its mighty base, as she began to suck rhythmically up and down. He could feel the softness of her tongue twirling maddeningly around it at the apex of the withdrawal, the tip flicking magically across the tiny split of the glans at its end. He flexed his buttocks, his head still raised, watching the crown of her own head bobbing up and down below, as simultaneously she worked her buttocks in undulating circles and Vailante relentlessly hammered his long, still swelling, cock into her with violent machinelike thrusts.

Damn, he knew how she loved that dog's magnificent rod. It was a masterful sight, he thought, watching it now in the mirror, a blurred sight in its rapid pummeling, but obviously swollen to three times its normal size as it continued to plunge like a well feathered piston right up into his wife's ravenous passion-driven cunt.

Danielle sensed her husband's throbbing reactions and began to suck his prick a little harder, the tips of her teeth digging gently into the hard resisting flesh, leaving small white trails where they had scraped the blood from beneath the surface of the skin. She saw from the corner of her eye his fingers burying themselves in her Sable's quaking cunt and found herself feeling sorry that the beautiful bitch could not know the pleasure of a climax. She was responding from instinct alone as she did when Alex thrust his marvelous prick into her. Oh God, she was the most blessed woman in the world. With his cock in her mouth and Vailante's trained prick pounding into her seething cunt.

The ecstasy of the moment rose within her as she tried to suck with the great dog's rhythm fucking into her from behind. Again, and again, and again, the animal slammed into her, hard long strokes, the massive cock caressing the smooth inner walls of her vagina. The blunt tip found its mark at her cervix and pummeled it hard as it thrust deeper and deeper into her. The room was lighting up in strange colors, blinding, flashing, mingled with the electrifying shocks that were shooting through her body to the seeming depths of her very being.

She slid her hands beneath her husband's buttocks cupping them in her palms, lifting his loins tighter to her face. Her tongue wiped around and around the growing glans furiously until Alex Leduc felt it near the bursting point as she took all of the rigid shaft as far back into her throat as was humanly possible.

He wondered that she didn't choke, but she continued the maddening sucking on and on. Great swirls of heat were building in the unreachable depths of his balls as he watched her face working above his sweating loins. He could see tiny rivulets of sweat rolling in thin droplets from the side of her body as she bucked over him like a demon driven mad. The muscles of his stomach tightened until he was certain they would snap from the pressure as he arched his back up off the couch pushing even further between the moistness of her lips. Then pink ridges of flesh pulled out from her mouth, clinging greedily to his thrusting cock.

Suddenly, Sable commenced to howl in shrill, weird tones as the Doctor continued to pummel his fingers deep into the dog's hot, lubricious passage, and then Vailante took up the wailing chant while Danielle's muffled groans sent vibrations through his shaft, advising Leduc that it was time. TIME! The thought alone made him gasp. Such perfect harmony, for he too was nearly there. It was growing, growing!

Strangled noises forced their way up from his lungs through the tortured passage of his gullet. A moment now! A moment…! He was… Now! Now! NOW! He writhed his hips furiously. He seemed to be standing on his head. He watched her lovely face working, the lips sucking, his prick soaring, his body straining. NOW! NOW! He emitted a long sighing moan. He felt the needle-thin stream of white, hot sperm rush from his balls along his shaft and squirt in never ending streams into her throat as she gulped, swallowed, swallowed, gulped, swallowed greedily, sucking on and on furiously while his great load continued to spurt into her and his hands sought her head and pushed it hard at his prick.

Danielle thrust her ass back at the panting brute's superbly expanded shaft buffeting into her inflamed passage. Every muscle in her body contracted as she rose up and nearly fell to the side in an almost epileptic attack of contraction. She gulped and sucked at her husband's jerking prick in her throat as her sphincter clenched and opened like an angry fist. Her buttocks flexed to rock-hardness when her orgasm hit. She gurgled a wailing scream deep in her chest as the power of her body unleashed at the moment she had been waiting for.

There was no time, no space, no motion in the world, only the unbelievable pleasure of her climax, as she was struck again and again by the spasmodic twitching of every muscle in her body… and then, too soon it was passed, Vailante's grand cudgel still jerking inside her… finally, losing its strength and slipping out of her with a hissing, slurping sound.

Gradually, Leduc's cock deflated once more in her throat, but she went on gently nibbling at it, sucking out every last drop of his sperm. Exhausted now, he gave the command and the dogs scampered back to their particular resting places. Danielle raised her head slowly, letting his penis slip from her still clasping lips… then, she slithered up over him and kissed him wetly on the mouth.

"Did I make you happy, Master?" she cooed down at him.

"Delightfully. There is no other like you, ma chere," he complimented.

"Not even the American bitch?"

"Not even Sable," Leduc said, teasing her.

Danielle turned her head so that she could see her specially trained pets. They were watching faithfully from their reclined positions, both heads held high, ears aloft. She smiled.

"You are a better fuck than most men, my Vailante," she said warmly. Then, to her husband, "Will he like this American slut, Alex?"

"Vailante, he will love her, ma chere," Leduc assured her as she rolled over beside him and reached down to fondle his limp penis lovingly. "She is young and lush and tight, the type that always brings the best performance from him."

"I do hope so," said his wife seriously. "Those poules he has been getting make him very cross. Even the young Moroccan girls no longer please him."

"It's their clitoridectomy," said Leduc. "They are not tight enough for him. So, he will love the Arden girl."

"And what of this husband of hers… Paul, I believe you said?" she questioned, her dark eyes commencing to sparkle as her husband began to stroke her breast gently, knurling the nipple between thumb and forefinger into erect hardness.

"Ahhh," he teased. "I detect a certain anxiety in my sweet wife's tone. Could it be that she's anxious to get his virile cock in her belly?"

Danielle tittered. "I won't deny it," she admitted. "I am like Vailante. It's been some time since your darling has had a real change of stud. Oh, I know, but I don't count those other dolts who come for the weekends. Vailante is twice as good as any of them." She trailed her fingers down beneath her husband's testicles, worming between his buttocks until its tip sought out his anus. "And we both know the necessity of variety in a happy marriage, don't we darling?"

"We do," Leduc agreed, raising his knees so that his back and the soles of his feet were flat on the couch, allowing his wife's finger access to his rectum. Now, he reached down to the soft velvety pubic hair covering her pelvis, and beyond to the supple, fleecy folds of her moist cunt lips wet with the dog's oozing animal sperm still dribbling out of her… spreading them and tenderly parting the inner petals enshrining her clitoris. "And you shall have that variety this week end, ma chere."

Danielle gasped as he commenced to taunt her clitoris skillfully, inserting her own finger into the rubbery, elastic opening of his anus, pressing continually forward until her hand lay flat against his hairy buttocks the way he liked it, massaging in circular motions and expanding the spongy passage to make ready for her second finger. "And you, I suppose…" she started to say then paused, gasping for breath as he rolled the erect long bud of her clitoris tightly between his fingers, "a-and you… will play games with the tight little ass of the American's wife?"

"Precisely, ma chere," said Leduc, recalling just how tight that ass really was. Of course, he was partial to that section of the anatomy anyway. "However, my aim is to initiate her just a bit further, along with enjoying my pleasures… naturally. Now, would you like me to tell you the whole story of the situation thus far?"

Danielle had arrived at the stage where her heavy breathing indicated she would be interested in little else but a bit of released tensions at this point. She never ceased to amaze him. Her recuperating powers were unbelievable, and her nymphomaniacal qualities seemingly insatiable. He smiled as he looked into her face and watched her mouth open and close in her mounting ecstasy.

"My love, one question before we get into this session," he said, never relenting from the tantalization of her warm cunt. "Our swapping young people are coming for the weekend are they not?"

"Yes, yes… oh God, please, Master. You must do something to me. Whatever, whatever… only don't make me wait any longer. I swear… I'll go out of my mind!"

Leduc made his little characteristic chuckle. "All right," he said. "I suggest you get the double dildo… hmmmm… with the eight-inch phalluses, I think."

Her ravishing eyes sparkled excitedly. "The double dildo?"

"Exactly."

"Oh marvelous!" she exclaimed. "That means my loving master wants to indulge in his favorite… a bit of sodomy, but performed on him this time. And I will enjoy that delicious rod buried in my cunt."

Leduc kissed her on the nose. "Precisely, ma chere," he said.

She encircled both arms around his neck, grinding her naked breasts tightly against him. "Alex," she moaned, "I love you so much!"

CHAPTER SEVEN

It was not Janet's first trip to Paris. She had toured Europe with her parents when she was fifteen and again with her mother three years past when she was eighteen, and she had been overjoyed when she had married Paul to learn that the fascinating city was going to be their home for the next few years; but now, caught up in the torment of this monstrous illness that had swept over her, she wanted nothing more than to be away from there as soon as possible to be back in Boston amongst those who loved her and could comfort her.

Paul could not help her now. As much as she loved him, and wanted to throw herself at his feet to beg his forgiveness for the vile, wanton acts she had committed with Doctor Leduc, she knew she could not. He would never understand that she had had no control over herself, that she had given her body to this man because of some wicked compelling force she could not fathom.

When they had parted at Le Havre, she had vowed to herself never to see the doctor again. She had felt certain that once out of his jurisdiction the malady – whatever in God's name it was – would pass… even to the terrifying addiction he had somehow subjected her to. And last night, she had made every attempt to be gay and carefree, continually insisting to herself that Leduc's hold over her was no longer, that she had beaten it and now all would be well… Then, had come the horrible agonies, the vomiting and clutching stomach pains… and the detestable sight of Paul's naked body…

Dear God! I must be losing my mind. I can't stand the sight of my own husband's naked body, but I go wild with desire merely thinking of Leduc's heavy, thick shaft! I want it inside me… I… I even want it in my mouth… to lick and suck it… I want him to pump his hot, white sperm into me until I drown in it…!

"Come along, darling. You should be getting ready," Paul said, interrupting her lewd mental torture, as they sat across from one another at the breakfast table. "We have a long ride. Dives is some two-hundred kilometers. As it is, we won't arrive there until late in the afternoon."

"Paul… I don't want to go… I don't want to see Doctor Leduc again…"

"Honey, let's not go through that again. You're being unreasonable… just talking silly," Paul said, shifting uneasily upon his chair and trying desperately not to lose patience with her. "Doctor Leduc has helped you. You've said so yourself… just like last night… and I'm confident, given a little time, he'll have you back to…" He paused, catching himself in time.

Janet managed a mirthless smile. "You were going to say… back to normal."

He caught her hand and held it. "You know what I mean, Janet. My God, I love you, baby, and all I want is to see you well and happy again…"

"Then take me home. Take me back to Boston, Paul," she said quickly. "I know I'll get better there, right away."

Paul withdrew his hand, getting to his feet with a jerk. "Dammit, I've told you that's impossible, Janet… and you know it. I'm committed here now. I just can't… can't walk away like that."

"You can resign."

"And have my father laugh himself sick at me?" he snapped at her. "Oh no," he shook his head vigorously. "I've taken all the 'I-told-you-so' remarks I can from him and the rest of the family. No, Janet. I'm not going to resign and go crawling back there to be an office boy for Cornelius Arden. Never…"

"But you don't have to do that, darling," she put in anxiously. "My daddy has offered you any one of a dozen fine positions…"

"No, Janet! I won't run errands for Jeremiah Clinton either," Paul insisted, slamming the table heavily with his balled fist. "No, by God, we're here and here we stay. We'll make our own way and we'll suffer out our problems together… depending on each other and no one else." His handsome young face was set in a stern expression of finality. "Now, pack what we'll need for the weekend. I want to be on our way in thirty-minutes."

With that, he left her, storming off toward the bedroom to dress while she stared at her cold, half-emptied coffee cup.

All right, damn you. If that's what you want, Paul Arden, that's what you'll get. Only don't say after that I didn't do my best to have you take me out of here. God alone knows what's going to happen now… Suffer our problems together, is it? Good God, you don't know what you're saying… and I can't tell you… I can't! All right… yes, yes, I'll go to him… and I hope he fucks me until I can't walk straight! Ohhh, damn you, Paul Arden! Goddamn you!

***

Both Janet and Paul were surprised to learn that four other young couples were weekend guests at the Leduc's palatial summer villa. As well, was Paul a bit disappointed at the nasty, cold turn the weather had taken, for he had hoped to do some sailing and perhaps some surf casting; however, he soon found the others to be friendly, sociable, as well as attractive young people, with a minimum of financial problems – young people who had been drawn to the Leducs through the doctor's practice, giving them all something in common. So, almost from the moment of their arrival, a drink was placed in their hands and the indoor merrymaking theme of the next few days caught them up.

While soft enticing music seemed to float continuously in the background of the luxurious surroundings, and servants were constantly available to satisfy one's slightest whim, there was also dancing, poker, chess and bridge in progress, along with the one or two guests who preferred just to lounge and drink. Janet had gotten involved in a rubber of bridge and was seemingly enjoying herself more than Paul had hoped for. He was extremely pleased and more happy than ever that he had insisted they come. Perhaps this was what she needed most of all… social involvement. Really, she'd had little of it since they left New York… little of anything, for that matter, except suffering. Poor, beautiful darling. God, how he loved her.

He watched her laughing and joking, sipping at a liqueur, as he sat contentedly in a large, plush chair enjoying a scotch and soda of his own, and suddenly it occurred to him that he never remembered being engirdled by such beauty. The striking handsomeness of the men meant little to him, but the spectacular beauty of the women wherever he looked amazed him. Such pulchritude was rare in this quantity, even at gatherings of stage celebrities or movie people. Momentarily, he mused over this as he looked about him from female to female and began to experience faint prurient sensations commencing in his loins. The taunting desire embarrassed him… but what the hell could he expect, he reminded himself. How long had it been? Damn…

His thoughts were interrupted by Madame Leduc's entrance, her two superb mastiffs on either side of her. Of course, she had met them upon their arrival, but Paul had not seen her since and they had been there some few hours now. She was a stunning woman, he thought, tall… almost regal, even in the short skirt she wore, but he was looking more at her slender, yet, perfectly tapered legs, the swell of her hips and the thrust of her firm, pointed breasts. Her clear white skin caused him to swallow tightly while her dazzling smile sent his blood racing, and the sensual gleam in her ravishing dark eyes brought crimson to his face. He felt a little foolish, but couldn't help himself.

"Ah, M'sieu' Arden, you sit by yourself," she said, coming directly to him. "No, no, don't get up. We have no formality on these little week-end get-togethers." She dropped into the chair across from him, crossing her legs with a minimum of decorum and showing him much white thigh… even a fleeting glimpse of white nylon panties where they clung snugly to that enticing juncture he found himself visualizing in his mind. Once more, he swallowed tightly. "I do hope you are not bored," she continued in French as the beautiful animals immediately lay down at her feet.

"No, no, not at all, Madame," Paul managed, clearing his throat. "I… I was just sitting here relaxing and thinking how much Madame Arden seems to be enjoying herself."

"Ah… oui, poor child," Madame Leduc sympathized with pursed lips. "The Doctor has spoken of her quite often. He does seem upset over whatever it is that has plagued her." She looked toward Janet. "Such a beautiful girl, M'sieu'… but then, I'm sure Alex will be able to help her."

"I hope you're right, Madame," said Paul, worriedly.

"There now," she soothed, reaching over to pat his knee gently. "You must have faith… and this week end you must enjoy yourself." She smiled warmly. "Look around you, M'sieu'. All of these couples, either the wife or husband, were suffering from illnesses similar to your lovely wife's at one time or another, and now they are all well and happy. You see? That's why they come here… they have such great affection for my husband."

"I see," said Paul, impressed as well as encouraged. God, how he hoped Leduc would be able to do as well by Janet. "By the way, where is the Doctor, Madame? I haven't seen him since he got here."

"Oh, he had to go to the village. Some little girl was taken with abdominal pains and whenever we are here the local physician calls upon Alex for consultation. But now, ma chere, I insist we end this formality. You must call me Danielle and I will call you Paul."

"Very well… Danielle," Paul said, smiling.

Danielle Leduc then overwhelmed him with a bewitching, sultry smile of her own as she leaned forward to place her hand upon his knee once more. The scintillating lights in her eyes danced sensually. She spoke softly, "My Alex tells me that your sweet Janet is afflicted with some abysmal revulsion of your body, ma chere, and that she cannot tolerate you making love to her." She shook her head slowly and made little noises with her tongue against the roof of her mouth.

Paul flushed a brilliant red. He wasn't aware that doctors blabbered the case histories of their patients to their wives quite so indiscreetly and he was about ready to say something to that effect, but the breathtaking creature before him anticipated his anger.

"You mustn't be upset at my knowing, cheri," she whispered consolingly. "You see, I can understand how difficult it must be for a virile young man like yourself… and… and perhaps, I can bring you some… some pleasurable relief, shall we say… a little later…?"

Paul wondered if he had heard her correctly. He stared at her; he couldn't speak but he felt the warm pressure of her hand increasing meaningfully against his leg, and for a third time in the space of a few minutes his throat seemed to go dry and he swallowed tightly. Then, she was standing, her dogs immediately rising to their feet.

She smiled down at him promisingly, then looked toward the animals. "Are not they magnificent animals, Paul? Have you ever seen their equal?"

"Y-yes… I mean yes, they are and no, I haven't," he stammered, reaching out to pet the head of Vailante.

The brute growled deep in its throat and Paul withdrew his hand.

"I fear he is not the friendliest of beasts," she apologized, then scolded the massive dog. "They are a super breed. They were bred especially for Adolph Hitler to be used as guards in his concentration camps during the tail end of the war when the German manpower became so critical. They can snap the bone of a man's arm with one bite of their powerful jaws…" she went on, smiling down at her pet and stroking his great head. "I was most fortunate in locating this pair… there has been so much cross breeding and tainting of the blood-strain. It seems that people no longer want large dogs for pets, but I love them, don't you?"

"Y-Yes," Paul managed, hardly hearing her words, his brain still reacting to the meaning of her promise. Then, she was saying, "… are extremely affectionate animals to their masters." She bent down and kissed Vailante on the crown of his huge head. The dog whimpered and wagged its tail. She straightened. "For me, a dog cannot be too big," she said. "I love them… the bigger the better."

"Yes," Paul babbled. "Yes, of course."

He watched her exquisite form move gracefully across the large room, her pets on either side of her. He followed her movements with still stunned eyes as she paused to speak and smile at her guests individually, finally turning to throw him one last, long engaging smile before leaving the room at the far end. Christ, his prick had leaped into semi-hardness at just the thought of her words. What the hell had she meant… some pleasurable relief? There could be only one thing…

"Well, Arden, are you drunk yet?" A tall, broad shouldered, blond chap with a jagged scar on his right cheek slumped into the chair Danielle Leduc had just occupied. He spoke in French with a decided German accent and his discerning, keen blue eyes probed Paul's with a cold, calculating gleam. He held a glass in his hand and as he sat he emptied it.

"No… no, I don't believe so," Paul said, trying to recall his name. He had been introduced to everyone but he was not the greatest of name-rememberers… besides, Danielle Leduc was still heavy in his mind.

"I am Hans… Hans Friestag, in case you have forgotten," the German said, smiling. "What do you drink? I will get us a couple."

"Scotch… scotch and soda's fine," said Paul, surprised when the German had switched to English which he also spoke fluently. He watched him motion to a servant and order for them.

"So…" Hans Friestag sighed, slumping deeply into the luxurious chair and folding his hands across his lap. "I assume either you or your wife are ill and you've come for treatment?"

Paul studied him. "Why should you assume that?"

Hans Friestag shrugged. "What else? That is what brought us all here… the first time."

"Oh… and now?"

"The kicks… what else?" said the German. "And I know of no other place where you can get such kicks… except for the Palais de Plaisir itself."

Paul continued to stare at him, feeling rather stupid in his failure to grasp the other's meaning. He shook his head just as the servant returned, extending the tray to each of them in turn.

"Really?" Hans Friestag questioned Paul's head-shake, raising his glass to his lips, his eyes never wavering from the tall, dark American. Finally, he said, "Tell me, Arden, is your wife any good in bed?"

Paul came upright in his chair, not quite certain he had heard correctly. "Wh-what did you say?"

"Your wife…? Is she really as good as she looks…?"

"I thought that's what you said," Paul snapped in rage. "What the hell kind of remark is that?" he shot at the German.

Once more, Friestag shrugged. "No offense, old man," he said half apologetically in English. "Just wondering. You see, once again, that's what brought all of us here at one time or another… finding sexual compatibility with our spouses," the German grinned. "I thought you knew… but I guess you didn't."

"I wasn't that interested," said Paul sharply, his anger somewhat under control now. "Doctor Leduc is treating my wife. That's why we've come."

Hans Friestag nodded, the faintest trace of a smile playing around his thin-lipped mouth. "Naturally," he said. "A lovely girl, Mrs. Arden. And you can feel confident that Leduc will help her. He is an amazing physician."

Paul gulped at his drink. There was something intoned in every word the German uttered that rankled him, yet there was nothing basic that he could put his finger on… and then a servant entered to announce that a buffet supper was being served in the dining room, and Friestag stood to find his wife.

"Well, see you later in the apartment, Arden." He nodded, offering a half-hearted salute. "Pleasant pickings," he added and walked off.

Paul stood, draining his own glass and staring after the German. What the hell did he mean… pleasant pickings… and being here for the kicks… or the Palais de Plaisir? He looked around him at the warm laughing faces of the attractive men and women… at his own Janet who was smiling radiantly at the slender, dark young importer, Charl Rondeau. Everyone seemed so light-hearted and happy… then, someone had his arm. It was Danielle Leduc, absent her mastiffs.

"So, ma chere, you are ready to sup?" she questioned, moving close until he could feel her firm, yet soft pointed breast pressing its button-hard nipple into his arm.

"I… ah… was just going for my wife," Paul said, looking deep into her sparkling, taunting eyes.

"But that is not necessary, you see?" She nodded with her pretty head to where Janet had fastened onto the arm of Charl Rondeau.

Paul forced a smile as he watched the way Janet drew the Frenchman's arm against her own full breast and proceeded to accompany him toward the dining room without so much as a look in his direction. He knew damned well that he didn't like what he saw, but on the other hand, the liquor had stimulated him to the reckless point where he liked very much the provocative creature beside him and the way she was letting him know that her charms were his for the taking… and God knows, he needed them bad enough. His smile twisted into a wry grin as he thought to himself how goddamned disappointed that Frenchie would be if Janet took one look at his prick. He even chuckled aloud at the thought.

"Something is funny, my Paul?" the raven-haired beauty questioned.

Paul caught himself and let his laugh wind up in a licentious little smile which he confidently extended her as he squeezed her hand warmly. "Just thinking, honey… remembering that promise you made a little while ago."

They were alone now, the others having filed on out toward the dining room. Danielle looked up into his eyes, desire immediately coming alive in her own.

"You liked my suggestion?" she whispered to him.

"I loved it."

"Mmmmmmmmm." She shuddered, lifting her lips to his to be kissed.

Paul did, tenderly, and as their lips met he felt her hand gently commence to massage his already rigid cock as it throbbed against his trouser leg.

***

Doctor Leduc arrived in the midst of the eating. Quickly, he circled the room greeting each of his guests individually and with a certain warmth as he apologized for his being delayed, simultaneously gulping away a double martini. When he reached Janet her heart skipped a beat as he took both of her hands into his and said, "My dear, how are you feeling?"

"F-Fine, Doctor," she heard herself reply, sensing the pressure of his hands upon hers.

"Ahhh good, good. Once we've had a bite to eat we shall go off somewhere by ourselves, ma chere."

Janet shuddered with unwanted delight. She could not help herself, and she doubted that she wanted to. She guessed fully the meaning of his words, and suddenly what appetite she had, left her. God! Why doesn't he take me now. Now!

From a few yards away, Paul watched the performance and was baffled by what he would term as a libidinous gleam in his wife's eyes, but before he could move toward her, Gretchen Friestag had come up to take his arm.

"You are Paul," she said matter-of-factly in the same accented English her husband spoke.

"Yes," he replied, looking into the deep gray eyes of this voluptuous blonde whose large round, full breasts seemed as if they might burst beyond the flimsy material encasing them.

"I've been watching you ever since you arrived," she said openly. "I think… maybe, I love you a little bit. Will you fuck me later at the party?"

Paul's mouth fell open. He had stuffed some chicken salad in there along with a half stalk of celery, and now the partially masticated food threatened to dribble out unless he raised his lower jaw.

Gretchen Friestag did it for him with a crooked first finger. She smiled beautifully. "Will you, darling?" she pleaded in exotically accented English. "I have never been fucked by an American, would you believe it…?"

There, the one-sided conversation ended, for Danielle Leduc returned from seeing to her guests.

"Gretchen, ma chere, you are preying upon my lover," she said coldly, but with a smile that was undeniably an order.

"Oh… Madame, I am so sorry. I didn't know. Please forgive me," the enchanting girl pleaded. Then, to Paul, "So, so sorry, darling. Perhaps, next time, eh?"

Paul hadn't spoken… had hardly thought as he gaped from one to the other of the two delectable women. Finally, when she was gone, he said, "Look… what the hell is this anyway? Danielle… Jesus Christ! I'm in a fog…!"

The exquisite woman tittered lightly. "You won't be in a little while," she cooed up at him.

And so he wasn't… entirely. When the eating was past and Leduc had led Janet off to somewhere of which Paul had no idea, all males and females were taken to the second floor and separate dressing rooms where toga-like gowns were handed to them. Paul stared about him as the men unquestionably commenced to shed their clothing and don the single shoulder-clasped togas. He particularly noticed that they wore absolutely nothing beneath them.

He shook his head vigorously and sat down on a stool to gape around at the others. Hans Friestag saw him and walked over, his blue toga doing little for his athletic physique.

"So… what is wrong, Arden?" he asked in English.

"Wh-what the hell is this anyway?" Paul stammered. "I mean… I don't get it…"

Friestag chuckled. "You will, old boy. Just slip into that oversized handkerchief. All of the delights are through that door… into the apartment. Take my word for it… it's worth your time."

With that, the German walked off and Paul reluctantly stood… taking his word for it, he felt even though he didn't trust him as far as he could throw a camel. Slowly, he undressed, hesitating when he got to his shorts, but finally even kicking them off, then mastering the drape of the toga. Jesus! He felt like a Kansas farmer in his nightgown. Nevertheless, he screwed up his courage and was the last one to walk through the doorway to the apartment.

At first, the clever indirect lighting was such that he could actually make out nothing but what appeared to be a long room of couches and pillows, with draped figures moving about. And then, as his eyes grew accustomed, he realized that was exactly what he saw… plus what might be a bar at the far end with Danielle behind it. He moved in that direction, his bare feet sinking an inch into the white ermine-like carpet, the exotic string-music coming from somewhere and filling his head. Suddenly, just before he reached the bar, he saw Gretchen Friestag lying with her head in the lap of Charl Rondeau, the Frenchman's prick, long and thick, in her small hand. He came up short to stop and stare. Charl looked up at him and when he did, Gretchen twisted about to smile upward in recognition.

"Darling!" she gasped. "Did the Madame change her mind?"

Paul gulped in his amazement, stumbling forward, his own shaft already bucking against the draping of his white and gold toga. By the time he had reached the bar where Danielle's dazzling face loomed like an ecstatic vision, he had encountered several more erotic instances that caused him to peer in awe at the captivating hostess and say, "Goddamnit, what kind of orgy is this, anyway?"

"Ma chere, that's exactly what it is… and you are upset. You need a drink. Danielle will fix you her own special… and in a little while you will know all of the answers." She spoke to him in French as he looked at her in astonishment. His eyes were caught by the particular gleam reflected from her jewel-like lower lip, and the spectacle of her uninhibited breasts dancing beneath the tight silkish material of her deep wine-colored toga. She pressed a glass into his hand and said, "Drink it, cheri. Quickly, and I will make you one more before the dance."

Paul gulped away the sweet tasting liquid, her words lingering in his mind, his gratuitous prayer one of thanks that Janet was not here… involved in this profligacy.

"Wh-What dance?" he managed, half lying across the small bar.

"We have been waiting for you, my love. Now you will see. Drink that and I will pour us both one more and we will go to a couch to watch."

He studied her. She was a bit woozy in his vision. Hell, he gathered he was drunk anyway, and these apertifs could add little to his stupor. He swallowed it away and let her pour him another, then waited for her to lead him to one of the central couches next to a circular clearing left in the center of the floor. He flopped onto it with his arm raised and around her as she clapped her hands loudly… and then, it began.

As they rushed onto the center portion left vacant for them, Paul immediately saw that they were little older than pubescent children, maybe in their first teens.

Simultaneously, he saw at the far end several naked dark youths beating upon tight-skinned drums, the rhythm immediately filling the room. Then, from a suddenly opened door came the dancers, two separate troupes of brown boys and girls with nothing about their nude bodies but the traditional loin-cloth, or futeh, as Danielle called it, a narrow blue breech-clout which hung in front to their mid-thighs, just barely concealing their private parts. Immediately, he saw that the boy's loincloths were starting to lift with their hard penises.

The girls were covering their naked pear-shaped breasts with their hands, moving off to the right, their tight round buttocks shining in the half-light. And now, the drummers began to increase their beat, and the boys began to move by way of signaling to the girls with their eyes and hands; but the latter turned away in modesty, seemingly not interested in their advances. And so it went… and Paul repeated stupidly, "Jesus! What is this anyway?"

"Contain yourself, ma chere," Danielle Leduc teased.

"Christ, my goddamned cock is like a ramrod!" he blurted, his head commencing to swim pleasantly.

"Soooo," she taunted. "This, my sweet, is a fertility rite. Although we have to use Moroccans to perform it, some of the girls have had a clitoridectomy and a nymphotomy, almost necessary operations to perform the dance in its full splendor."

Paul stared as the young men walked away from the girls and fell into a circle where they pretended to smoke a pipe.

"Sometimes, darling, we show pornographic movies, but for you I thought this would be better," Danielle said, leaning heavily against him, her hand rubbing along his ribs and finally over his stomach on the outside of his toga. "A real live show… just for you, ma chere."

Paul reached over and caressed her breast, soft and pliant and promising, kissing her full on the mouth and pressing his tongue forward. Eagerly, she accepted it, drawing it into her mouth as her hand slipped beneath his gown and clutched his jerking cock with a certain finality… eventually moving into a knowing and gentle massage.

Paul gasped aloud as he felt her skinning it back so that the pulsing red-fleshed head popped out from the thick foreskin and the cooling air rushed against it. Then he saw the lovely young dusky girls become uncommonly bold, strutting forward with the tempo of the ever beating drums. They commenced to perform a belly-dance, writhing and wriggling and shimmying their young, lithe bodies, proudly thrusting their ripe, naked breasts and buttocks out, undulating and gyrating their smooth bellies and hips, and teasingly uncovering, then covering again, their sparsely haired mons by a quick sideward flick of the futeh with their nimble fingers. At last, they ripped away their loincloths in a white heat of amorous agitation, revealing themselves stark naked.

With a wild cry of triumph came the boys, yanking away their own breech-clouts, revealing their virile young cocks in violent erection. They approached the girls in a frenzy of measured movement, their handsome brown bodies glistening with perspiration, their every muscle rippling and aquiver, their long slim pricks vibrating in the palpitant heat of excitement, their balls swinging against their thighs, their buttocks hollowing and tensing.

Abruptly, the boys paired off and approached a girl, dancing around her and making as if to seize her in their embraces. She pretended to resist, shifting her shoulders from one side to another, covering her eyes and then her breasts, then her throbbing pussy. Finally, one of the boys came up behind her while the other frisked about in front. In order to thwart the latter, she bent slightly forward so that he couldn't reach between her thighs, and to further hinder him from entering her, she put forth her slim hands and greedily grasped his prick, rubbing it in her palms and, stroking it up and down while he struggled to take her hands away by grabbing at her forearms and clutching her firm, ripe breasts.

Once more, Paul groaned aloud, and as if to quiet him, Danielle leaned over, thrusting his cock deep into her throat in one, long, slow, continuous movement, sucking momentarily and causing him to groan and heave his loins upward at her involuntarily as the warm, wet cavern of her mouth sent a wild spasm wracking through him, then she drew slowly up and away with clasping lips.

"Now, ma chere," she whispered hotly into his ear, "contain yourself until the dance is done."

"Oh shit," Paul groaned, as suddenly, the youth to the rear of the young girl dancer darted forward, swooping his slick shaft between her buttocks which had been presented to him in perfect form. The girl released an ecstatic cry, her face taut, and lurched her loins forward as the boy in her rear began to pummel her. At the same time, the lad in front seizing his opportunity, yanked away her hands, snared her in his embrace, then thrust his cock completely into her vagina in one lunge.

Christ, Paul thought. He wasn't sure but what that one in back had his prick right up her ass!

Now, both boys were hugging her tightly and still hopping around, ramming their pricks in and out of her rhythmically until she looked as if she were about to sag from the vicious buffeting. Her mouth was open and he could hear her incoherent moaning babbles. Her eyes closed and then opened in a lost glaze of passion as finally she managed to stand perfectly still, her thighs slightly apart while the two boys were grinning and shouting and pounding into her from both sides, ramming rapidly to the cadence of the drums, until the moaning girl seemed ready to crumble. Perspiration poured from their bodies and in the flickering light Paul could see the seminal fluid oozing from her gaping, lipless cunt and down the girl's thighs, trickling along her legs in small rivulets.

Abruptly, the sweat coated girl collapsed to her knees, jerking her shoulders and rolling her head in wild delirium, her eyes closed, her mouth open and working like a fish out of water.

Victoriously, the two boys left her to attack another whose partners chose to fall upon the exhausted girl on the floor.

Paul could scarcely breathe. His rod ached in its throbbing hardness. Danielle was stroking it tenderly, working the heavy foreskin up and down over the glans as driblets of its sticky, lubricating fluid seeped from the tiny orifice in its blood-inflated head. It had been too goddamned long! Christ! This was not enough. He had to have release of some kind or his balls were going to burst!

He glanced hotly around the room and saw other couples, all of whom had swapped their legal mates, engaged in one form or another of sex. In the dim lighting he made out Gretchen Friestag completely naked now and up on all fours atop the couch with Rondeau on his knees behind her, and they were bucking at each other in a frenzy all their own. And only a couch away was Charl Rondeau's slim, dark-haired wife, also naked and planted on her hands and knees between Hans Friestag's spread legs, the German's cock shoved up into her mouth, her head bobbing like a yo-yo on a string, his prick soaring into her face until her lips must have touched the pubic hair of his pelvis.

Christ, he couldn't stand it any longer! He started to reach for Danielle but his eyes caught the two boys who had grabbed a girl up from the floor and clung to their antics in lewd fascination. He watched them lift her and begin to dance around her. The girl was facing him and Paul could see her dripping, gaping cunt, an unbelievable sight on such a small young girl. Then she turned her back to him and toward the boy at her rear, and gradually she bent forward, until the breadth of her buttocks was jutting toward him and the boy obscenely, rotating gently as if in invitation. Her thighs tensed and rippled in slim strength as she shifted on her feet, and then she reached back with her dark, slender arms and gently pulled apart her buttocks with her fingers, disclosing in an even more obscene gesture that little dark hole for their pleasure.

Around the tiny revealed anus, which seemed so raw and vulnerable, a few stray black hairs fringed. The girl's bottom rotated as if on its own axis, taunting and teasing at the poised boy who had suddenly begun to manipulate his rigid cock with his hand. Suddenly, the boy in front lurched toward her and meekly, she grabbed the stiff, ramrod prick, but she was too weak to resist. The boys were dynamized, as if inflamed to fury; but she was languid, spent with motion… as if she had come a hundred times. The front boy's cock looked hot and hard and slippery. Her small hand couldn't hold it! It slid forward into her nymphotomized, unprotected vagina with ease. He hauled her loins to him with a shocking, slapping jolt, while the boy in back squeezed and tormented her ripe, small breasts, then took aim and with one thrust entered her asshole in a jerking plunge.

God almighty, the orgy seemed unending. The girls writhed in pleasurable agony, their faces twisted and twitching in orgastic convulsions; while the boys seemed spurred to pulsatory violence by the rhythmic beat of the drums, continuing to torture them with never ending thrusting. The youths lurched their buttocks furiously, attacking and retreating unmercifully.

They commenced to rotate by turns, abandoning themselves to frenetic spasms of lust, alternatingly assailing cunt and asshole until they were ready to drop from the exertion. And then, as Paul watched in absolute, unrestrained depravity, they did sink to the floor, boy and girl together, pawing and clawing at each other, an occasional girl sucking at a limp cock in her effort to restore it to life. The girls were squirming and groaning, yet, still hotly and hungrily handling the deflated pricks of their delirious partners… while up at the end, the drummers, afire with their own desires, were rapidly jerking at themselves and each other with a free hand…

Paul was beside himself in his aching passion, ready to beg for it now if necessary, but then he saw that Danielle had removed her toga and was presently unfastening the shoulder-clasp of his own. Then, she was lifting his feet onto the couch and climbing between his legs to hover above his heavy, rock-hard, palpitating cock, her lips barely touching the tip of its purple, bloated head. Her long tresses hung down to taunt his naked belly and thighs, and he could see the long, hard distended nipples of her breasts pulsing in their own right. She looked up at him.

"First, ma chere, your slave will suck you to relief… then, we will go to a private bed where we can fuck and fuck and fuck! Oui?"

"Oui, oui," groaned Paul heavily, lifting his hips upward toward her face frantically. "Any thing, any thing, only… suck that prick, baby! Suck it! Suck it!"

CHAPTER EIGHT

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.

"Uuuuunnnhhh," Leduc grunted as her long fingers encountered the upstanding sticky flesh, sticky with the oozing lubricant dribbling from the tip of its hard, swollen head.

And in spite of her deep revulsion, Janet began to stroke and caress it, manipulating the long foreskin up and down over the corona. Then she slid her hand down the long shaft to its base, and below to stroke his hairy balls reverently, cupping and squeezing them with inherent feeling, then trailing back up to pinch at the beautiful hardened pole of flesh with tiny, nibbling pressures.

Oh… I love it, I love it! It's so big and long and thick! God, I want it inside me! Why doesn't he take me? Oh… do something to me you evil bastard! Fuck me… lick me… something…!

Leduc lay upon his back, not touching her now, luxuriating in the submission that had fully overtaken her. She was kissing his neck, his cheek, his ear and eyes and nose and lips, her hot, wet, little tongue licking at him wildly.

"You may undress me now," he said levelly, and immediately she responded, unbuttoning and pulling at his clothing. "Gently!" he snapped.

"Y-Yes, yes, I'm sorry, my darling," she apologized stammeringly, not knowing or caring what had come over her, her glazed mind filled only with the credo of his magnificent cock.

And when she was done, he said, "Now, your own things. Hurry, take them off."

She did, returning quickly beside him to seize hold of his jerking prick, but Leduc stopped her.

"Get down between my legs," he ordered, watching her heavy full breasts dance and her lush, round buttocks sway as she crawled on all fours to his command, her beautiful long blonde tresses pouring down over her shoulders like a cascading, golden waterfall. "Now… don't touch it with your hands," he said from where he lay on the pillow, his legs wide-spread with her kneeling between them, sitting back on her lovely haunches and waiting for his commands, a wanton expression of carnality playing over her ravishing features. "Just bend forward to kiss and lick it… from the balls all the way to the tip of its head."

She did, and without reluctance, tasting the pungent man tang for the first time in her young life, its distinctive spice instigating wild tremors of delight to course through her, and she felt her breasts tenderly with her own hands, and the firmness of her belly and thighs.

Ohh, I love it! I love it!

She lavished it with her warm, wet tongue, brushing and grazing from its base along its wide under-side to its coronal ridge, sticky and protruding from its thick foreskin, washing, playing and caressing it with every lapping stroke, the crown of her head nearly resting upon his stomach as she managed to split the tiny orifice in the tip of its proud, bloated head with the point of her tongue… then back down to its very base and beyond to the pubic hair-covered sac of his balls, the wiry hairs tickling her tongue as saliva dribbled excitedly along the organ of her mouth and she coated his balls with it in smooth stroking sweeps; then, Leduc raised his legs back against his chest until the sight of his hair encircled, brown anus was exposed to her view and she trailed her saliva-moistened tongue along the cord-like ridge between his wide-spread hair-lined buttocks, circling tauntingly the puckered brown hole, painting his inner ass-cheeks with her saliva, finally stiffening her tongue as its tip endeavored to penetrate the crinkled sphincter of his rectum.

Janet was wild with frenzied new sensations churning in her belly and loins, thrilling, erotic fermentations she had never dreamed could exist. The delicious masculine piquancy of his genitals was driving her almost to the point of orgasm, a phenomenon she would never have believed possible. God! She wanted to suck his sperm into her throat and belly! She had to…! Quickly, she trailed her tongue back over his balls and along the heavy shaft to its throbbing head, and slipped her lips down over it…

Leduc struck her beside the face with his open hand, knocking the member from her mouth and making red, blue and green lights dance before her eyes.

"What did I tell you? Only to lick it, didn't I?" he snarled at her.

Janet, resting back on her haunches once more and breathing heavily, could only stare at him in shocked amazement. She wasn't angry… only surprised and hurt at his treatment.

"I-I'm sorry, darling…"

"And don't call me darling unless I tell you that you may," he ordered sharply. "You will call me Master."

"Y-Yes… Master," she heard herself reply meekly. But it isn't real. It can't be. It's all a dream… a fantastic nightmare.

"You have disobeyed, and you must learn that to disobey me means punishment. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes…"

"Yes, what?"

"Yes… Master."

Leduc smiled. "Good… so, first, you will pray to the almighty cock to forgive you. Clasp your hands together and pray to it."

Janet's heart skipped a beat. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. This vile man expected her to commit idolatry while he lay there and enjoyed her humiliation. Her eyes fastened upon his mighty phallus. Oh God, forgive me… but I want it… I love it… must have it! Slowly, she joined her hands together as if in prayer and bowed her head.

"No! Look at it and beg it for forgiveness aloud," Leduc ordered.

Tears wet her eyes, but she did as he bade. With hands clasped reverently, she said, "P-Please forgive me…"

"That is not good enough!" Leduc exclaimed. "Call it by name!"

"C-Cock… mighty cock, please forgive me… I beg you…" she whimpered in her shame.

"Good, good!" the doctor chanted. "Fine… all right, now your punishment. Come up this way and put your knees on either side of me until your ass is directly above my cock."

A tremor of fear passed through her, but she obeyed, poising her wide-split buttocks above his mighty rod of flesh, then waited fearfully for his command, raging desire insanely plundering her whole vibrant, naked body. He was subjugating her to the most degrading lengths, yet he had hardly laid his hands upon her and she was nearly berserk with the masochistic pleasures filling her.

"All right, you may take my cock and put it in your rectum," Leduc said in his rich, monotoned voice. "It is going to be painful… probably extremely painful as you remember, but it is your punishment and you must accept it and inflict it upon yourself… else I will have nothing more whatever to do with you… even to the supplying of the drug you must have."

"Oh, God no! Don't say that," Janet pleaded. "I-I'll do whatever you tell me… Master."

Leduc smiled in his glee, her complete submission sponsoring tumultuous waves of stimulation to spiral through his throbbing loins and belly. His huge cock leaped at her touch and he felt her draw its head through the now almost dripping slit of her cunt to moisten its massive blunt tip.

Janet felt the mighty shaft lurch against her small palm as she guided its tip to the tiny, snug pink ring of her anus, holding it gently but firmly as she worked its knob back and forth and around in a circling manner as if to ease its very point into beginning penetration.

"There is no easy way to slip it in," he reminded her. "But this punishment, and punishment is never easy, is it, ma chere?"

"N-No… Master."

I must do it. I must! Oh, Jesus… it's so big… but there… there! It's inside! Just the tip… oh Christ! It feels like it's splitting me open! It's tearing my backside apart…! Oh, God almighty… I don't care! I don't care! It's my punishment! I want my punishment… I want you, oh mighty cock, right up my ass! Yes! Yes!

Leduc's own masochistic joy was almost unbearable as he watched the tears of pain streaming down her beautiful, wantonly contorted face. He could feel the foreskin being stretched painfully down against the long, thick, spike of flesh, as she slowly skewered her buttocks down, down, down upon it, her hands clutching agonizingly at the flesh beneath his rib cage.

"Aaaaaaggggghhhhh," she groaned with each inch that she forced up into her tight, hot passage. Oh God, I'm being punished! I'm punishing myself! Yes, yes! Beautiful, painful, sweet agony! Her mind screamed the thoughts at her as she waggled her buttocks and skewered down upon the huge prick burrowing its relentless, never ending length right up into her wide-stretched rectum. There! It's home! All the way! I can feel the pubic hair of his pelvis against my crotch. I've taken it all right into my asshole and its magnificent head is in my bowels! Oh shit! It's horribly wonderful…!

"I've done it!" Janet exclaimed proudly. "I've punished myself… taken it all right up my ass!"

Leduc groaned as he raised his pelvis to thrust even a half-inch farther.

"Aaaaagggghhhh," Janet whimpered, screwed her buttocks down tighter upon the believable impalement.

"Do you like it?" Leduc hissed.

"Oh yes, yes…"

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Master."

He flexed the head of his monstrous tool and she winced once more. He made a half choking, laughing sound as the tightness of the soft, rubbery flesh grasping around his cock sent violent spasms of delection whipping about in his loins. He said, "All right, now you may commence to fuck and simultaneously finger your cunt while I watch you. With your other hand you'll reach behind you and tenderly massage my balls."

Janet responded immediately, wallowing obscenely in the pleasure of her debasing subjugation, raising and lowering her wide-split buttocks almost to the tip of his heavy prick, then back down to drive the thick cudgel deep up into her back channel to her belly, the blunt intrusion of his swollen cock vibrating through every fiber of her being, pushing the soft spongy flesh inside of her inhumanely stretched anal passage in great waves of excruciating, pleasurable pain before it, filling her backside ceaselessly as though she were being impaled on the trunk of a giant oak by the barbarians of old, while with her left hand she reached behind and between her ass-cheeks to his bloated, sperm filled balls to caress and milk them. With her right hand she dipped her fingers into the throbbing golden mass of her own pubic hair, and beyond into the opened wet slit of her cunt, feeling it palpitate against their tips. With a groan, she sunk one middle finger deep into the viscous moistened mouth. Her breath hitched in her throat at the added sensation and she could feel his massive cock through the thin wall separating her vagina and back channel, slipping in and out of her as she raised and lowered her hips. But the fire in her loins increased and her cunt demanded more than the single finger trying to feed its lewd hunger. She inserted another and yet another, cramming them into the wet of her seething vagina in rhythm with the huge prick that she herself was fucking into her tortured anal passage.

I'm fucking myself with his wonderful cock driving like a fence-post up my ass, and my fingers buried in my cunt! I'm completely and helplessly impaled by my own doing! My tits are throbbing like his balls, bloated and pulsing in my hand. I can see down between my feverish tits to beyond my tummy where my fingers and hand is almost absorbed in my aching, slippery cunt! There, he is watching me too, his eyes wild with lewd excitement. I'm punishing myself! I am! I tried to suck his mighty cock without asking first! I deserve to be punished! Oh, Master… Master!

Suddenly, Leduc groaned loud and long. "J'arrive! Christ! I am going to cum! It's here! Now! Fuck it harder! Milk my balls you bitch! Now… now… NOW! Yesss… I'm ccccuuuuummmmuinnnggg!"

He screamed as an insane man might, and Janet pounded her hips frantically up and down on his thick shaft, squeezing and milking at his palpitating balls as she thrust her fingers into her steaming pussy vigorously in an attempt to bring about her own climax. Then, she felt the hot, boiling liquid of his sperm shoot deep up into her back passage. Oh God, I want to cum too…! But I can't! Oh shit, I'll burst, I'll burst! She felt every contraction of his horrendous cock as it jerked out its great load of hot, white cream into her bowels… but still her own climax remained but a hair away.

She punished herself violently in her effort, but then she felt his bludgeoning tool growing soft in her forever stretched rectum and she almost cried out in her anxiety.

"All right," said Leduc. "That is enough. Stop."

"B-But I haven't… My God, don't leave me like this? I've got to have release…" Janet implored.

"I said to stop!" ordered Leduc.

She did, her breathing coming in heavy gasps, making her full, firm breasts rise and fall in deep panting motions. And as he waved his hand at her, she crawled off him, falling down onto the bed in a quivering state of choked up passion.

"Ohhhh, please… please, Master, I beg you… fuck me… fill me with that wonderful cock. My God, I've got to have it! Please, please…" Janet moaned and pleaded.

Already, her entreaties aroused him and Leduc felt his tool stir again. Ah, yes… yes, he thought, what a delightful night this is going to be.

CHAPTER NINE

Madame Leduc was in a state of yet unsated sexual desire when Paul Arden, completely spent and exhausted after three violent orgasms, collapsed into a deep, half-drunken stupor, and in disgust she had left him there atop the bed, taking her mastiffs beside her as she set off to find her husband and the proud little American bitch. Her loins ached for further satisfaction and although she had been tempted to let Vailante perform the feat as only the gallant brute could, her lascivious desire to include the voluptuous blonde in the orgiastic ritual took precedence.

Of course, she knew where to find them and that the main door to the suite would be locked, but there was the entranceway that offered ingress through the adjoining sitting room and she would use that. She was certain that Alex wouldn't mind. He never did, and often she had joined in, making his affairs into delightful threesomes. Nevertheless, she moved quietly, until she and the dogs filled the doorway from where she could watch the naked couple on the bed.

Instantly, sight of the girl's entrancing nude body spurred her own passion. She was absolutely delicious to look at. She was presently kneeling on her hands and knees between her Alex's legs, her small hand wrapped around the base of his cock with several inches of it engorged in her mouth, her beautiful long, blonde hair a mass of wild entanglement as she wildly sucked at the hardened rod of flesh fucking into her mouth.

Poor child, a rank amateur, Danielle Leduc thought, but certainly putting her soul into it. She would come along in time, with proper instruction. Silently, she stripped away her toga, caressing her own sensitive breasts and stomach, finally dropping her hands to her still moist and hot, palpitating pubic mound. She separated the hair-lined lips and turned toward Sable who immediately moved in close to lap her long thin tongue up through the wide split aperture. Tingling sensations spiraled along Danielle's spine each time the massive animal's tongue lavished her clitoris. Sable had always been better at this than Vailante, she thought, as she bent a little forward and spread her ass-cheeks for his long, hot tongue. He was terribly jealous and had been known to bite Sable when his mistress showed partiality. Danielle tried not to play favorites, but more often than not she did, she knew, especially when she needed Vailante's long animal prick inside her to bring her satisfaction.

Suddenly, there was a little commotion on the bed and she looked up to see that they had changed positions. Alex had put the girl on her back and had climbed astraddle of her breasts. Then, came a deep gurgling sound from Janet's throat as Alex, a sadistic grin on his face, took her brutally by the hair, pulling her head off the mattress, at the same time thrusting forward to ram the thick, turgid head of his cock deep into her gaping mouth. Danielle held her breath in mesmerized rapture. Momentarily, she feared the girl would choke from the sheer size of the magnificent organ buried between her puckered lips. But she didn't… she sucked at it hungrily, as though she had been waiting for all eternity for this one magic moment and Danielle knew exactly how she felt.

Alex raised to his knees and with one hand holding Janet's head up by the hair and the other sunk deep in her wide-split crotch behind him, he began buffeting her body cruelly up and down on the bed, between his legs. Danielle watched with envy as the girl's tight elastic lips sucked with all their might on the instrument fucking into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowing on the out-stroke and expanding obscenely on the in stroke. The child's eyes were glazed with a wild, ecstatic film of animal lust that sent a shiver of excitement through her own naked body, and she began to gyrate and undulate her hips at the lapping tongues of her two precious animals.

Through the daze of her own mounting pleasure, she saw Janet's soft mouth clasping greedily the growing white penis sawing into her face. The thin, tensile rim of her lips clung to it as though held there by some unseen fingers. Alex grinned lewdly above her as he fucked her mouth and watched the girl's lust-contorted face suck and lick it like a hungry child with a first stick of candy. She had taken both hands and placed them behind Alex's swaying buttocks, one cheek in each hand, and was pulling them demoniacally to her. Danielle could see thick, white fluid dripping from the corners of her mouth and running in tiny rivulets down her hollowing cheeks. The girl was reveling in the cruel humiliation Alex was subjecting her to… a masochistic light shining strangely in her glazed eyes.

She was sucking at the white expanding cock like a wanton whore, and the thick, pummeling instrument seemed to disappear into a strange, lengthened fusion of her face as Alex drove with hollowing buttocks forward like a pile-driver, sinking far into the girl's mouth until the coarse pubic hair of his loins brushed the tip of her nose. His balls dancing beneath, slapped in unison with his thrusts hard against her upraised chin.

Danielle shuddered again as her dogs' tongues flicked relentlessly between her spread legs, stopping sporadically to curl their way deep into her. Alex was going to cum, she knew, and dimly she thought he would strangle the girl…

And as she watched, her husband jerked his cock suddenly from Janet's sucking lips, holding the huge, red gland about two inches away.

"Oh no, no… Master, please… I want it! I want it!" Janet groaned, trying to pull him to her, her mouth gaping wildly at his jumping prick.

But, before she could close her widely open lips over it again, it began spewing hot, sticky cum directly into the searching cavern of her mouth that was ovalled wide to receive it. The thin, quick spurts streamed from it like milk from a cow's udder, filling her mouth to the brim. Janet swallowed voraciously, trying not to lose a drop of the hot, lust-inciting fluid as her adam's-apple bobbed up and down rapidly trying to keep up with the wildly ejaculating cock squirting its lewd sperm into her face. Danielle groaned at the obscene picture of the girl's self-inflicted humiliation, as Alex's prick throbbed out its last remaining streams of liquid and thin strings of the hot, sticky fluid ran down from the tip of his penis to her glistening wet lips, and as she watched, Janet desperately lifted her head off the bed to take the deflating shaft between her lips.

"All right," Danielle whispered to Vailante and Sable. "That's enough. Good God, I'll cum right here," she said, smiling and patting the great heads of both animals. Then, she heard Janet speak.

"Please… please, Master," she whimpered. "I'm going mad inside. Please… you must fuck me! Now… now!"

Leduc chuckled. He had rolled off her and was lying stretched out once more. "In due time you will be fucked, bitch… that is if I feel you have earned it."

"Dear God, haven't I done everything you told me to? Have I disobeyed…?"

"Your sucking is miserable," said the doctor shortly. "No question but what I'll have to let the Madame give you a few pointers."

Danielle stepped into the room, the mastiffs beside her. "Did I hear my name?" She smiled as she approached the bed.

Janet gasped, raising to her knees in shocked astonishment at the sight of the beautiful naked woman.

"Oh, it is all right, ma chere," Danielle said with a little flourish of her hand as she crawled onto the bed beside them. "I've come to join your little party, not upset it."

"So… and how did you enjoy my little pet's young husband?" Leduc questioned his wife with a light grin.

"Vigorously, for a short while, but his staying power left something to be desired," said the Madame. "However, I don't suppose I should have expected much else, the way your protege here has been denying him. He was bursting."

Janet listened, her mouth agape as they spoke of her husband. She could scarcely believe her lack of pain or concern for Paul or what had happened to him. Her glazed, drugged brain was too filled with her own starved and unsated passion, while her belly and loins ached in seething unfulfilled lust.

Dear God! What now… now that she's come? I'm going out of my mind! My cunt is on fire…!

Then, the Madame's hand reached forward to touch and caress her breast and Janet experienced another new sensation she had never before known. She gasped, momentarily closing her eyes, as she heard the doctor's lewd chuckle. The long, gentle, slim fingers caught at her nipple, rolling it and squeezing it in a tender, understanding way that only a woman could know. Janet began to tremble all over at the strange forbiddenness of the situation. Her upbringing had never accepted this sort of thing, let alone any of the vile degrading acts she had already let herself sink to. But at the moment her whole being was in torment with her unfulfilled lust, and she couldn't, had she wanted to, resist the handsome woman's advances.

The alien fingers crept over her like spiders as they gently forced her onto her hack, her head against the pillow beside the doctor whom she knew was watching in vile delight. Then, she closed her eyes even tighter as she felt the woman's soft lips engulf the nipple of her left breast, all the knob-like areola, all of the berry-like nipple with a swiftly flickering tongue that sent urgent, taunting messages radiating outward along nerves to her brain… to sweet conditioned responses.

Slowly, Danielle slithered up her body until their faces were level with each other, and her thigh crept up Janet's twining around it, her soft, curling fleece of pubic hair brushing warmly again that of her own. Then, her lips found Janet's with an agile, pliant, soft, sweet, knowing possession, and her tongue fluttered into her mouth.

And, in spite of her shame at the thought of another woman touching her, Janet could not help responding. She sucked at the invading tongue as Danielle's hand trailed over her tormented body with fascinating touches, running over her breasts, her sides and back, their bodies finally locking together as the caressing hand reached her buttocks and pulled them apart to stroke the raw little anus delicately with her finger.

At last, Danielle raised above her, taking Janet's left breast in her hand, her fingers teasing the still distended nipple. She let her eyes rove over the lovely blonde girl's voluptuous nakedness as if they were alone in the room. Finally, her voice trembled as she said, "I am going to make you come like a fountain, ma chere… no, like a volcano!"

Janet moaned, "Oh yes, yes, please…"

"I will, cheri," Danielle panted, and commenced to slide away… down the trembling, passion-filled body.

Janet raised her head to watch in half revulsive captivation as Danielle nestled her face into the hollow of her opened thighs. She felt the soft kisses on her skin, on the tender creases, felt the hot puffs of breath, and then… the magic tongue licking the cleft, simply licking in long strokes from the bottom to the top, not entering yet, but bringing an involuntary slight lifting of the loins with each slow up-lick of tongue on sensitive labia.

Janet's clitoris hardened even more as it peeked out further to enjoy a grazing tickle from the tongue. She hissed and rolled her head slowly back and forth on the pillow. Danielle eased her tongue inside at the bottom of the cleft and drew it up… up toward the tingling clitoris.

Janet's throat worked insanely. She held her breath, then exhaled sharply at the delicious contact… and suddenly, the gentle taunting was over…

Danielle pressed her mouth closer. She reached up with both hands and played with Janet's breasts, while her mouth became hungry, open, hot, nothing but tongue invading the seething wet cunt before it, nothing but tongue lashing at the erect clitoris, tongue everywhere in her throbbing pussy, slippery in the juices, eel-like in the vagina, and always returning to the sensitive, tingling clitoris…

Janet moaned uncontrollably. Leduc chuckled and stroked his massive cock that had once again burst into stone-hardness. Minutes passed and Janet's belly rippled. She commenced to pant explosively as her loins curled up, pressed up with vibrant tension to bring the magic tongue tighter to the quivering center of her body.

Danielle was gasping, sucking air in short surges, hardly ever breaking the fervent, lashing contact of her eager mouth… tongue… lips… even her nose was buried, immersed, sometimes, during the wild depravity of her lovemaking in Janet's wet, steaming cunt…

"Ohhh… ohhhh… I can't stand it!" Janet screamed. "It's too much… too much…!" Her voice died in a strangled mixture of sob and sigh and then broke out again in a high-pitched wail as her passion overflowed all bounds and swept through her loins. She twisted in the grip of her sweet agony, twisted and writhed and did not break with the open mouth glued to her cunt while the flickering magic tongue played like summer lightning over her clitoris and sent that lightning surging through her body to her crackling, burning brain.

She endured the pleasure, gasped, groaned, clutched Danielle's black raven-hued tresses with clawing fingers… at last, shuddering violently, then relaxing… or trying to relax… as Danielle continued, refusing to stop.

"Oh God… that's enough! Oh, stop… please…" Janet begged weakly, not really wanting it to stop, but cringing with the sharpened sensation.

Danielle eased away from Janet's clitoris. She plunged into the vagina, tasting the slightly acid secretion, licked again the now flushed swollen cunt-lips, kissed the trembling inner thighs.

"Dear God…!" Janet drew shuddering breaths. She was enervated, drained, lethargic. She could not push the woman's head away. She could not close her thighs. Oh God, she still wanted to be fucked! She rolled her head to stare at the doctor's thick, long, hard cock. God, she wanted it filling her… his hips thrusting it into her. She sobbed aloud with her frustration and Danielle returned to her voracious tonguing of the hard little bud of her clitoris. Janet convulsed. Her stomach muscles went rigid as her hands locked at the woman's head, wanting, yet not wanting her to stop.

Again, she spasmed inside, climaxed once more, her heart slamming wildly in her chest, her mind awash in pleasure that flamed, her chest a bellows, animal-like sounds emitting deep in her chest as her eyes glazed and her mouth hung limply open.

Once more, the woman drove her toward the peak and Leduc interrupted. "Enough," he said and his wife withdrew her wet, glistening mouth from Janet's palpitating cunt, raising her head slowly. "It's time that I entered into this little party, my pets."

Janet could not help but offer a grateful, if wanton, twitching smile, as the sweating Danielle crept up beside her in the bed.

"How will you have us, darling?" the woman asked her husband in husky anticipation.

He still lay on his back, his massive cock jerking in its swollen rigidity. He thought a moment while new sensual spasms of hazy delight at what was to come taunted Janet's still throbbing pelvic area. Now, she would get fucked! Surely, now…

"I think my favorite, darling… a bit of sodomy," he said to his wife. "But in your ass this time." He chuckled. "I have already reamed our lovely guest's once tonight." Again, he laughed. "But first, darling, get on your hands and knees so that our slave can lubricate your little hole with her tongue, eh?"

Danielle gave a little shudder of delight and did as she was ordered, while Janet got to her knees in dull abhorrence at the thought. To perform such an act on a man was one thing, but upon a woman… she didn't think she could do it… But Danielle had already waggled her buttocks back toward where she knelt… beautiful round white moon-shaped buttocks, and Janet could see the hairless, puckered brown opening as the Madame lowered her shoulders to the bed, thrusting the area back toward her. Janet's eyes dropped to the long red slit of her cunt with its hair-lined lips only slightly opened, and she could see the enticing pink flesh beyond. Small, sparkling droplets clung to the fleecy lips… and suddenly she sensed herself moving forward as if magnetized… until the muski-perfumed scent stung her nostrils and she lashed out with her tongue, going down deep toward the handsome woman's clitoris just as she had done to her only moments before. She found it clasped within the inner petals, her own lips coming in contact with the soft pubic haired, fleshy folds of her cunt as she stretched her tongue to its entirety, its tip stabbing at the erect bud and raising a deep groan from the woman.

Slowly, Janet swept upward, licking her tongue-tip several times against the long clitoris, then backward toward the round viscous covered opening of her vagina, plunging in far enough to feel the rippled walls of hot flesh nibble and milk at her tongue then out to taunt her urethra before traveling on up the satin-smooth vale between her buttocks to the crinkled mouth of her pulsating rectum.

Oh, it's wonderful! The delicious taste of her cunt… I love it! I love her…!

"Enough," said Leduc. "All right, ma chere, I will lay here and you will put my cock into your ass… as always."

"Oui, cheri," replied Danielle, moving quickly to get above him in a semi-squatting position.

As she did this, he said to Janet, "Tell me, my little pet, have you ever licked another woman's cunt before?"

"No," Janet answered.

"No, what?"

"No… Master."

"That's better, my little bitch," he snapped. "So… did you like it?"

"Y-Yes… Master…"

"Aaaaauuuugggghhhh," Danielle groaned as she skewered herself down onto her husband's thick prick. "Oooohhh… ohhh, Master, I doubt if your slaves will ever become attuned to your giant cock."

Leduc laughed proudly. "So… is it all in comfortably?" he asked as she gyrated her hips flat against his pelvis in an effort to knowledgeably widen her back passage.

"Y-Y-Yesss… finally… ooohhh," she sighed, then lay back atop of him, her arms resting on the bed at the elbows while Janet stared at the two of them in licentious fascination.

The handsome woman's black hair-covered pussy looked up at her, its long red slit trailing down to her buttocks where Janet could see Doctor Leduc's massive cock splitting them… holding them apart… its thick length buried to the hilt up her wide-stretched anus, and his heavy balls pulsing before her. She couldn't, had she wanted to, contain herself and she nuzzled her face in the soft, sweet smelling crotch, starting her tongue from the tip of Leduc's testicles, taunting the exposed half-inch of his member not yet swallowed into her, into the now pulsating and open cunt and upward, finally sucking the inner-lips and clitoris into her mouth simultaneously.

Danielle Leduc began to raise her hips up and down over her husband's plundering cock, and as she did this she pressed her glistening pussy, now flowered open with her splayed legs, against Janet's wildly sucking mouth. Furiously, Janet lashed her tongue about the sweet, delicious tasting cunt, her own yet unsated passion mounting and mounting.

She reached back between her legs and massaged her own ravaged clitoris, but the effort was inadequate, only temporarily relieving. I've got to be fucked! My God, why does he torture me this way? My cunt is aflame again! Please… please…!

"A-Are you r-ready for your t-treat, my J-Janet?" Leduc in his passion stammered out at her.

"Oh… yes, yes, yessss!"

"T-Then raise your ass up high," he ordered. "For you a-are about to have the most beautiful fucking you will ever have!"

"Yes! Yes!" Janet cried, her tongue buried in Danielle's quivering cunt as she thrust her behind as high as she could get it.

"Vailante! Now!" ordered the doctor.

Janet sensed the bed give and the presence of a fourth weight climb upon it, and suddenly she felt the clasping around her waist and something hard and wet ram and slip against her buttocks. Again and again it floundered until she spread her legs farther apart and thrust back her complete expanded crotch… then, it rammed!

"Aaaaggghhh," Janet winced as the strangely thin, long prick soared into her, spearing her hungry, wet vaginal walls like a flint-tipped arrow.

God, it was like a heavenly sent miracle, dispatched to quell the maddening demons rampaging within the core of her womanhood. She cared not who it was… only that his cock was finding refuge in her desire-starved pussy. Crawl in there and stay forever! she thought as she licked and sucked shamelessly at the delectable cunt before her. She heard the Madame cry out, and the doctor's guttural groans, all in the faint background of her mind, for her lover was hammering her with rapid pile-driving thrusts that were reaching her very womb, and the thin cock was commencing to swell inside her.

It was then that she reached back to caress, and felt the hairy forepaws clasping her hips.

Dear Jesus God! It's a dog! One of her brutes! Janet choked back a scream in her horror, but only a small low wail escaped her. The beast's cock is swelling inside me! It's getting bigger and bigger, filling my cunt like a growing sausage! No man could ever… My God, it's like a hammering machine! Oh Christ in heaven, forgive me… forgive me! But I can't stop now! Dear Jesus, it's beautiful! I want to cume… I want to cuuuummmeee!

Wildly, Janet licked and sucked until the Madame screamed, "Ooohhh… I'm going to cum… I am, I am… going… to… cccuuuummmmmmmeeee!"

"Pound your ass!" blurted Leduc. "Pound your ass, ma chere! J'arrive!"

"Yes… yyyeeesss… yyyyyeeeeeeessssssss!" cried Janet as Vailante thrust into her, his animal prick suddenly long, long… and thick, thick, thick inside her flooding cunt, those jack-hammer lunges never ending…!

And then, she felt the animals stream of hot juice squirting into her! Ever-ever-ever unceasingly! Long jets of it scalding the inner walls of her vagina… spurting into her womb with violent force, ricocheting against the inner sides of her wildly contracting belly… its steaming heat setting her off until at last, she screamed!

She screamed again! Her release was that great. She heaved her ass back toward the humping dog's expanded weapon as it continued to empty into her with unbelievable force, her thighs trembling, her stomach quaking as if someone were pressing against it with giant pressures, her brain reeling insanely with the sensual reactions traversing along her spine, all realism escaping her entirely as she fell forward upon her face, a heavy black shroud descending to engulf her.

CHAPTER TEN

Once airborne, Paul Arden unfastened the safety-belt and tried to relax. He was more than just a little upset at Leduc's concern over Janet's condition. This morning, just prior to the Embassy's calling him and informing him that the Ambassador had a special mission for him to carry out in Brussels and that he was to return to Paris at once, Doctor Leduc had recommended a complete rest for Janet at some quiet sanitarium, else he would not be responsible for what was inevitably to come. Janet, he said, was on the verge of total mental collapse. Of course, he had given his permission.

My God, he couldn't believe it! His own beautiful Janet… ill to such an extent. He supposed he had known that ever since the first night of their honeymoon she was tormented with some mental disturbance, but on the verge of complete collapse…? Heavenly Father! He wondered if he should inform her family… had been debating over it, in fact, ever since he left Dives, but now decided against it. She was receiving the finest of care in Doctor Leduc, and he felt fortunate that he had been able to leave her with them while he made this emergency trip.

Then, his mind filled with the unbelievable licentious festivities he had witnessed and taken part in the night before. His face flushed a bright crimson as he recalled the way he and Danielle Leduc had cavorted together in the vilest of sexual indulgences… and the others, swapping wives and husbands about in the manner of a true Saturnalian orgy… He still couldn't believe it. Thank God, his Janet had been exposed to none of it. She certainly would have lost her balance, with her Puritanistic upbringing, had she walked into that apartment.

But what of Leduc himself? Surely, he must be aware that these debauched activities take place under his roof… must even sanction them, and perhaps participate at certain times. Damn. It was all so overwhelming and difficult to comprehend. He'd never figured himself to be a prude, and was well aware of the wife-swapping fad and other such promiscuous dissipation's, but this had been the ultimate in bacchanalias. He found himself grinning slyly. Nero would have been happy to have been on the guest list, he mused.

Well, he'd always been given to understand that much more license was taken in Europe amongst married couples, and now he had the proof of it. And oddly enough, he found that he felt no less attracted to any of them… in fact, if anything, he experienced a sense of closer relationship with each and all of them… a sort of private, pleasant, cliquish feeling.

And he was not going to worry about Janet. She was in good, competent hands… friendly hands. Perhaps a week or so of rest as the Frenchman had suggested would do her worlds of good. He hoped so. God… he really did love her with all of his heart.

He lay his head back against the seat and let individual events of the evening pass through his mind, until shortly, he felt his member stirring lustfully. He hoped this mission was not going to take too long. He was damned anxious to get back.

***

Janet stirred restlessly in the small bed. Her eyes fluttered open and struggled with the sunless daylight seeping in through the little window of the cell-like room. The stale air was warm and thick and strange odors wafted through her nostrils, causing her brow to wrinkle slightly, as though in deep concentrated thought.

Her vision adjusted slowly and she saw that the room was barren, foreign to her, and that she wore a white, coarse gown and was covered with a single sheet and white spread. Her tongue circled her lips, tasting the slight pungency of a sticky moistness around them. She was momentarily at complete loss, she thought to herself, through the haze that still clouded her half-dimmed mind.

She lay quietly and tried to remember… and after a moment incidents began to creep from the recesses of her memory bank and form into little incomplete pictures… lewd pictures of impossibly vile, perverted acts in which she had taken part… No… no! It was possible! She had dreamed it! Yes, that was it… a horrible, revulsive dream… but it had seemed so real!

Paul! Where was Paul? She sat up quickly and her head swam with the effort; her stomach threatened to revolt and slowly she dropped back onto the pillow. Little twinges of fear began to come alive inside her. Had she been ill? Her body ached terribly; she felt so weak and nauseous… and this room… Where was she? Again, she looked toward the window and saw the heavy screening covering it on the outside… and the closed door… it had no inside knob; there was a small, square glassed opening covered with the same heavy screening in its upper center… like a cell!

Once more, she forced her brain to retrace the visions it had conjured for her moments before. The vividness of them flickered across her mind as though she were watching a slightly out of focus television screen. Carefully, she commenced a self-exploration, smoothing her hands gently under the covers and beneath her gown up to her breasts. Ohhh, my God, they're tender. Her hands explored farther, coursing their way down over her stomach to her thighs and she spread them a little ways apart. She groaned again as her fingers touched tenderly the slight bruises lining the soft edges of her vagina. Her fingers probed carefully about the red sensitive opening, the tips becoming moist from the white, sticky liquid oozing viscously from it, wetting the split of her buttocks and the bed beneath. The tickling caused from the little rivulet made her flex her crotch muscles, and once more she winced from the burning pain in her rectum.

Lord above! Had it all actually happened? Or had Paul raped her again… perhaps when she was unconscious from what ever it was Doctor Leduc was treating her for…? Doctor Leduc? My God, in her dream, he had made her call him Master! And Madame Leduc had been there… all of them committing deplorably salacious acts on each other… and the dog, Vailante…! Dear Jesus, the dog! Had it actually happened…? She and the dog?

Wild thoughts raced through her mind one after another. Or was it possible that she had done this to herself… in the throes of fever, perhaps…? Yes… it was possible she thought. She had done it before in extreme moments of frustration… but never like this. She had never gone to such extremes even in her wildest moments of desire. Could her own hand have probed so deep into her stomach and left this hot, gurgling pool that seemed lodged there now… or had that vile dog truly mounted her?

A feeling of deep shame crept over her. She had denied her Paul the right to do things to her time and again, a right that was his… and then she had stooped to the vilest acts of lust… even with an animal. Dear God in heaven, I must be insane! That's what's the matter with me… why I'm here locked away… why the window and door are barred! I'm losing my mind… turning into an animal myself…!

A noise at the door caused her to close her eyes quickly and to pretend at sleep. She heard it open and someone enter. There seemed to be more than one but she didn't open her eyes to see, only waited.

"She still sleeps," a strange voice said.

The aroma of perfume drifted to her, then she heard the voice of Madame Leduc.

"She is lovely… like a child lying there."

"Oui, but let us remember that she is a commodity, ma chere," replied Doctor Leduc.

"Of course, cheri. I merely mentioned it in passing," the woman said. "Are you going to awaken her?"

"Oui. I want her to have her… ah… medication regularly so that we can keep her in an amorous mood… if you know what I mean," said Leduc with a little chuckle.

"And hypnosis?" questioned the Madame.

"No longer necessary, ma chere. My post-hypnotic suggestions are well planted in her mind. She feels she must have her shot daily or go into painful withdrawal… and of course, the Dhattura takes care of the rest." Then, he addressed the third party, "Are you certain, Erabas, that she hasn't awakened since we brought her?"

"I have watched closely. I am certain, Master," the strange voice answered in a deep, strong tone.

"Very well…"

Janet felt a hand gently touch her shoulder. She had to steel herself to keep from cringing. Then, the doctor's voice said, "Madame… Madame Arden… wake up… it is Doctor Leduc."

Janet feigned a moan, rolled her head lightly from side to side, then let her eyes flutter open in blank confusion.

"How do you feel, ma chere?" he questioned gently, smiling down at her.

Momentarily, Janet did not speak, but let her eyes rove over their faces and the surroundings as if she were truly awakening from a deep stupor. They paused to rest briefly on the huge brown man who stood with arms folded across his naked, muscular chest like some eunuch overseer in a harem. He smiled at her showing a mouthful of hard, white teeth. He was completely hairless and a heavy earring hung from the lobe of his left ear. She felt a shudder pass over her as her eyes came back to the doctor.

"I-I… where am I? What hap… happened to me?"

Leduc patted her hand tenderly. "You have had a trying time… a rather serious nervous collapse, and you are now in a sanitarium outside of Paris."

"Nerv… nervous col… lapse?" Janet stammered, moving her head negatively in disbelief.

"Yes… but there is nothing to worry about now. You're coming along fine," assured Leduc.

"Paul… where is my husband?"

Again, the suave Frenchman patted her hand warmly. "He has been called away, ma chere. Right after it happened. He thought it best to move you here where you would be properly looked after and I could tend you. The Embassy has sent him on a special mission, but I'm sure he'll be returning in a week or so…"

"A week or so! You mean, I have to remain here…?"

Madame Leduc moved close to the bed and smiled down at her as she tenderly smoothed her brow. "It is best, cheri… after what happened, and until you are feeling better."

Again, Janet shook her head. "I-I don't understand… what did happen…?"

The Madame looked to her husband as if she were reluctant to speak and the Doctor said, "You were quite ill, ma chere… mentally disturbed… We found you with our dog, Vailante…"

He paused and Janet pressed. "Yes, yes, go on…"

Leduc shrugged. "You were having intercourse with him."

Janet's mouth fell open in abject horror… but it was partially fabricated, for she knew now that they were lying to her, that she had not dreamed those vile things that had taken place. They had actually occurred… lewd, vile, despicable acts of depravity that this man had somehow seduced her into… and suddenly, in near-panic, she realized that she must deceive them into believing that she was completely at their mercy, or else God alone knew what next would happen to her. She broke into loud sobs and covered her face, but through her fingers she saw the doctor offer a confident little smile to his wife.

"There, there now, it is not all that bad, ma chere," Leduc consoled her, gently removing her hands from her face. "Everything is going to be all right." He smiled his warm smile down at her and Janet let her tears slowly subside. "Now, after we've had our medication I am going to have you moved to a much nicer room and you will be given some gowns more befitting your station. Would you like that?"

"Y-Yes," Janet replied softly, resolved now that to play the meek innocent was her only hope.

Her mind raced while Leduc prepared her injection and handed her the small glass of sweet, amber-colored liquid to drink. She did not want to consume the concoction, but could think of no possible means of avoiding it without giving herself away. The needle, she felt she must have, or fall into those horrible withdrawal agonies once more. She was not that certain that she understood what they meant by post-hypnotic suggestion, and she couldn't afford to gamble on any more unnecessary pain. But, was she really addicted? And what had he meant when he referred to her as a commodity? What… what… what? Oh, dear God, what are they trying to do to me? Why? And where is my Paul…?

"Now, cheri, I will take you to your new room," Madame Leduc said, interrupting Janet's thoughts as she took a white robe from the foot of the bed and held it up for her to slip into.

Slowly, Janet started to toss the covers back, then hesitated, remembering the short gown she wore was only hip-length, and the brown brute they had called Erabas was staring at her with wide, gleaming, hungry dark-eyes. Leduc read her hesitation and smiled.

"You mustn't worry about, or fear Erabas, ma cheri," he said. "He is quite harmless, and he will be looking after you."

Janet continued from the bed, quickly slipping into the robe.

Looking after me? For what? Guarding me is what he means… so that I won't try to escape. A sanitarium, he said. Good God, what kind of sanitarium would have such monsters about? Oh, Paul, Paul… please come and help me? Please… Please!

***

Before the Leducs left her, Janet had been moved to a luxurious room on an upper floor of the sanitarium, if indeed, she thought, it was such a place. She had been allowed to bathe and was given several exquisite, sheer negligees… certainly not the type of garment one would expect to find in a medical institution. The doctor had left her with a promise that he would be calling upon her at least daily, and perhaps more often. She was to do nothing but relax completely, get as much sleep as possible, and merely ring the little buzzer beside her bed if there was anything she wanted or needed.

Left alone, the first thing she did was to fall into a fit of despondent weeping. Although she had no conception of what fate actually lay in store for her, there was no doubt in her mind but what Leduc had some horribly evil plans. He had called her a commodity… and there could only be one thing about her that was salable… her body. She shuddered at the thought, even as the familiar irritable craving began to tingle in her belly and pelvic regions. Dear God… if only she knew how to reach Paul. She had to do something. She couldn't just lay there and wait for the worst to happen to her. She had to fight back some way… but how?

They had taken all of the necessary precautions: removed her clothing, kept her drugged and watched over by that brute Moroccan, Erabas… Erabas…? She wondered. It was an obvious leer he had given her, a hungry and undeniable lustful expression. Perhaps… perhaps, she could bargain with him… if he would help her, she would let him… Oh God, she couldn't, she couldn't! But what, then? Where could she turn? There was no one! Her Paul was gone somewhere she didn't know…

Again, she wept, praying as the-tears streamed down her cheeks. Please, God… please help me…? And then, she dried her eyes, set her jaw… and rang the buzzer.

Almost instantly, the giant Moroccan entered the room with the lightness of a cat. The mere sight of his massive presence caused Janet to cringe.

"Yes, Madame," he said in deep accented English. He stood at the foot of the bed and stared at her with those burning, ravenous eyes, his heavy muscular arms folded across his thick chest.

Janet forced herself to present a little smile. She hoped her lips weren't quivering the way her stomach was. She looked at him for a long moment, then said, "Are you my guard, Erabas?"

"I am Madame's servant," he replied curtly.

"Oh… I see," said Janet, softly. "Then… you are to do whatever I ask of you?"

"Yes, Madame… if possible."

"If possible?"

"Yes, Madame… all things are not possible."

Janet widened her eyes. "Such as…?"

"I-I beg the Madame not to taunt me," Erabas said, his flashing eyes raking the length of her body that only a single silken sheet covered, clinging to its lush, full contours provocatively.

"I-I'm sorry, Erabas," Janet apologized. "I didn't mean to taunt you. It's just that… I need help… I do, Erabas," she said, suddenly sitting up in the bed, the sheet falling away to reveal her firm, pointed breasts behind the gossamery material of the negligee. She was not going to try any tricks. She was too frightened and desperate for that. The truth was the only way… "I need someone to help me get out of here. I'm being held against my will… actually kidnapped…"

"Madame is not feeling well again," the huge man replied, his tongue-tip slipping out to wet his lips. "I suggest you get some rest as the Doctor ordered…"

"But it's true, Erabas! You must believe me. They are kidnapping me!" Janet insisted frantically. "I don't know what they plan to do with me, but I'm sure it's something horrible…" she got to her knees and crawled to the foot of the bed to look up at him pleadingly. "Please, Erabas, you've got to help me. You're so big… and strong… I'll… I'll pay you well… anything you ask… anything… Please, please…?"

The Moroccan's licorice eyes were devouring every sensuous detail of Janet's luscious body, lucidly clear to him beneath the diaphanous, wispy gown, from her pink rising nipples down to the velvety fleece nestled mysteriously below her white creamy belly. He swallowed heavily as his hand slowly came away from his chest and reached out to touch her heavy protruding breast.

Janet gasped as the giant hand completely and gently cupped the melon-like globe of resilient flesh, dwarfing its size and causing an insane shiver of wild sensation to ripple down through her belly and loins.

Oh no! She hadn't wanted this. My God! What's the matter with me? Now, she tried to retreat from him, but his other hand came forward to cover her other breast and he held her that way, squeezing only enough to hold her from moving backwards.

"Noooo, you mustn't… please…" Janet moaned as the seething agitation, driven on by the drug she had been administered, continued to mount in the center of her body. Dear God! This brute merely touches me and suddenly I'm afire all over! I can't stand the sight of him… and yet his hands feel so good…!

"I-I will be punished for this," the huge Moroccan hissed, moving around the foot of the bed toward her as Janet tried to slink back from him, "But I think it will be worth it."

"Please… please, no, Erabas…" Janet whimpered as he began to strip his few clothes from his massive body.

"You said you would pay well… and anything," he half-whispered, his tongue flicking out to lick at his lips once more as he continued to shed his things.

"But I didn't mean this way…!" she blurted, then paused as her eyes locked on the thick, monstrous shaft he uncovered, and it was pointing directly at her. She gasped once more, this time in terror at the unbelievable size of it, and commenced to slide up away from him in the bed, cowering and shrinking in a groveling panic.

He lay one great hand upon her leg at the calf and she fell back as if immobile as he moved onto the bed. Then, she drew her thighs tightly together, even as the vibrant fermentations continued to build and churn inside her; yet, in anguished fear, her mouth dropped loosely open and she stared at the gigantic cock in astonished disbelief.

It can't be real! He'll split me open! Ghastly visions of her torn, violated body flickered wildly through her cringing mind. He can't do it! He can't!

Erabas had moved onto the bed at her feet and now with an ankle in each hand he was separating her legs and crawling between them, pushing the negligee before him until her delicate pink slit in its nest of soft golden public hair burst into full view before him. Her breath hitched in her throat as a rush of cool air brushed the exposed, sensitive flesh. He pressed the folds of cloth up over her belly and beyond to the full mounds of her breasts, his hands slipping beneath to cup each of them in his hot palms once more.

"Oooohhh," Janet moaned, her tongue darting back and forth to moisten the dryness that parched her lips. Her whole body trembled and she could not fight it.

Oh Lord… Lord… God!

Abruptly, without warning, he dropped his head, his gleaming teeth fastening into the soft, warm flesh of her white belly. A tiny nip at her navel, then his tongue commenced a slow tantalizing exploration of her whiteness, tracing the soft line of silken fuzz all the way to the delicate lips of her quivering pussy.

Janet could not believe his gentleness. "Ooooohhhh, my God!" she moaned, knowing she must stop him, but making no effort toward doing so as he spread her young, bruised, fleshy cunt-lips with his thumbs tenderly, and then with a maddening liquid suck of the lips, drew the nut-hard bud of her throbbing clitoris wetly into his hot mouth. He nibbled at it with the sharp tips of his teeth and Janet couldn't restrain herself.

"Oooohhh, Christ… yes, yes…!"

She clenched her eyes tightly shut against the cyclone of sensation that was whirling out of control once more through her loins. Oh, no I mustn't give in this way! I mustn't! She fought with all of her inner strength against this betrayal of her body. Visions of Paul burst like fire-crackers in her brain and dissolved into nothingness as quickly. Oh… where was he now when she needed him? Where was he last night…? Oh Christ, I mustn't let him win! I mustn't! Paul! Paul! P-P…!

At that moment the Moroccan's tongue shot forward, burrowing up her palpitating cunt like a frightened snake. The shock spiraled insanely along her spinal column to the plexus in her neck where it flowered into a silent explosion of scintillating, multi-colored meteors that showered back down wildly throughout her whole being. Her crotch jerked involuntarily forward, sucking the lizard-like tongue into its mouth to its very roots. She was aflame from the soles of her feet to the crown of her head, burning as if she were in a great oven… and suddenly she was writhing and struggling to tear the negligee from her body… until she lay entirely naked before and beneath this horribly massive, beautiful monster.

Her entire sizzling body had become a gaping fissure that only he could fill with his great scalding flesh. Nothing else mattered… not Paul, not her own plight, principles or humiliation… nothing but the reality of the probing tongue that had slithered from her hot, steaming cunt and was racing in tiny whirlpools up her vibrant flesh.

"Oh yessss… Oh shit, yessss! Suck my tits… yes, yessss like that, like that! Bite me, you bastard! Aaaaagggghhhh!"

It was a relentless, slashing demon, that tongue… moving up to her throat, licking at her nose, her eyes and cheeks and ears, the hot, thick saliva coating her skin. She whimpered and writhed and moaned beneath his massiveness. She twisted and rotated her lust-contorted face around in an effort to capture the wet, fleshy mass with her mouth. She found it and sucked it deep into her throat as she would a cock, mewling like an animal. His saliva dribbled into her and she swallowed hungrily, purling for more.

Her crotch rampaged below, grinding in a circular motion with her now insatiable cunt yawning for that horrendous cock that was going to rent her whole womanhood asunder. And then, with a hand she found it. She dragged her fingernails lightly beneath the fullness of it and it jerked seeming to grow even more. Her fingers enclosed the great throbbing shaft and she gasped aloud.

My God! I'll never be able to take it! It's too big! She ran her hands up the entire length of the huge, pulsating weapon, trying to encircle it with her fingers… but they wouldn't reach all the way around it.

His hands… the touch of such a massive man, fired her beyond belief. Her legs began to tremble and quiver, and she arched for him to come to her… to shove it into her begging body.

He was above her on all fours and she raised her head to see the huge, bulging knob find her cunt's clasping opening. She spread her legs out wide, automatically, as far as she could, drawing her knees up until they touched her white, flaccid breasts, trying to open herself far enough to accept the great organ that he was gleefully lowering toward her arching vagina.

Again, she reached down with her hands surrounding the stone-hard cock, using her fingers to guide him… a mixture of fear and ardent desire permeating her whole being.

"It's… it's so big…! Oh God… I'm frightened! I can't do it; I can't take it!"

The words gushed forth deliriously as he jostled it for a moment against the pink ragged edges of flesh, then, with a flick of his hips, the grinning Moroccan forced the blood-filled tip brutally into the vibrating lips of her hair-lined cunt, expanding the resisting, elastic lips almost to the ripping point.

Janet's head lurched wildly to the side and she screamed.

"Aaaaaaagggggghhhhhhhhhh!"

And it had penetrated but a cruel inch, the pain-maddened, struggling girl trying desperately to kick her legs free and escape the torturing impalement.

Oh Christ! Oh God! Mercy! Mercy! In her wild passion she had overestimated herself. His beast-cock was too big! She could never take it in a million years. It was ripping her cunt-lips, splitting her entire crotch… the pain was unbearable! Mercy! Mercy! God almighty!

The Moroccan levered himself up onto his hands above her, each one firmly planted on either side of her like giant pillars… and then, he flicked once more. He grinned down at her as the relentless boom dug into her one more excruciating inch.

"Uuuuuuuuggggghhbhh!"

Again!

"Aaaagggghhhhh… Oh God… Christ! God, stop! Stop!"

She shrieked over and over again, twisting and writhing and kicking her legs high into the air as he sunk the enormous, unbelievable cock deeper and deeper up into her screaming cunt.

"Oooohhh noooo, noooo!" Janet sobbed hysterically, tears streaming painfully from her open but almost unseeing eyes.

"You whimpering bitch!" spat Erabas. "In my country the women would spit upon you!"

"Ohhh… Dear Jesus!" she wailed.

Her sobbing, struggling protests brought a sudden crushing thrust from the Moroccan that sent the giant cock deep into her resisting channel, having huge ripples of tender, coral flesh in rolling swells before it. Janet lurched convulsively as the onslaught of his elephantine-cock smashed into her belly like a rutting moose. It was an untameable beast rampaging inside her, completely – without question, filling her every tiniest wrinkle and crowding her inner organs into crushed masses that could not breath or move. It was lurching for her throat, trying to burst from her mouth, endeavoring to encircle her neck and choke her to death. It was tearing her soul from her being and ravenously gulping it away in demonish bites of obscene lust.

And then… it came to an end! With a violent quake, the Moroccan's hairy pelvis thwacked solidly against her upturned crotch. The herculean sperm-bloated halls insinuated themselves into the soft, unprotected vale of her widely spread ass-cheeks.

And the colossal cock, victorious, nuzzled quiescently to its hilt, interred in Janet's pulsating and stretched cunt like some barbaric chastising torture.

Erabas, aware of her torment, held himself momentarily, until the delicious creature beneath him could adjust somewhat to tile presence of his mighty tool buried in her soft, white belly. He watched her pain-contorted face begin a slow relaxation, the tightly gnashed teeth separating in surprised adaptation.

"A-Agg-ggghhh," her lovely lips breathed in welcome relief.

Then, he flexed the great head, raising a further deep groan from her throat, her teeth re-clenching. And he flexed again, once more bringing a throaty gurgle from her but a lesser sound as her hot passage grew accustomed to his inhuman size. She clawed at his ribs in her drugged state, as she tried to get her arms around his broad back but could not, endeavoring in her pleasure-pain to make him move inside her.

"Oh… please… please! I want you to fuck me now! Ooohhh… I never dreamed one could be so big… so long… oh God!"

He began a slow revolving motion with his pelvis, grinding his cock tightly into her naked, helpless crotch, expanding the hesitant, but submitting, cunt-walls of her vagina beyond all reason.

Janet felt the muscles in his buttocks flexing as he began a painful sawing motion in and out of her moist, wide-stretched pussy, always building toward more powerful strokes, until he was thrusting forth unmercifully from the apex of his withdrawal and battering her pain-wracked body back hard against the bed. Abruptly, she felt his hand sliding over the tight skin of her ass until a finger found her still raw, puckered anus nestled defenselessly below. It played there briefly, flicking teasingly at it like another fiery tongue.

"Oooohhhh!" she gasped, as it suddenly popped through the tight elastic nether ring and gouged deeply at the soft, warm, spongy flesh inside. It moved around, expanding the tiny tight hole until the palm of his huge hand lay flat, covering half of her beautiful ass-cheeks, the whole giant finger sunk into her throbbing back channel like another prick. And it joined the pistoning cock in a slow rhythmic fucking duo that raised additional pain and pleasure to pour from the lips of her moaning mouth in time to their simultaneous cadence. "Oooohhhh… my God… My God! You're splitting me open… So big… so big! So hot… so beau-ti-ful…!"

Her cries filled the room as the pain eased and a wider sensation of happiness tingled through her helpless body that he was ravaging. The outrageous debasement and subjugation she was again suffering brought strange masochistic pleasures to race through her blood stream. Her hips began an automatic gyration in an abandon rhythm with the increasing speed of his cock and finger fucking into her.

Erabas enjoyed a smile of triumph as he thrust his tongue deep into her wet, sucking mouth. He felt her trying to screw her rectum back onto his probing finger as he rotated it methodically about in the warm, rubbery depths. He would suffer for this, he knew… he knew… but right at that moment he did not care. He had the beautiful blonde American bitch hopelessly impaled between his hard throbbing cock in her pulsing vagina and his finger shoved tightly into her hot, flexing asshole. And now, moaning and mewling beneath him, she was twisting, writhing, squealing in unbelievable abandon to the double ravishment of her genitals.

He moved his other hand around the smooth rounded cheek of her buttocks to where his cock was sliding wetly in and out of her greatly stretched pussy and could feel the soft, hair-lined folds clasped tight to his rampaging shaft, and he sensed their softness pulling and giving with each long, pile-driving thrust into her.

He fondled and played with the contracting lips of her cunt where he entered her, bringing softer moans of delightful sensation from her mouth, and at the same time he could feel the ever widening passage of her seething vagina flowering in greedy desire to swallow the whole of his cock plunging far into her.

Yes… yes, he would be punished… the Master had warned him never to touch the girls… that he might ruin them or even damage them forever… but he hadn't been able to help himself with this lovely American bitch… Yet, if she didn't tell… and he didn't stretch her too much, there would be no way of the Master knowing… If he could make her believe that he was going to help her… maybe, there could even be other times like this… But, poor girl, there was no escaping the Palais de Plaisir…

Now, she was thrashing beneath him and he quickened his thrusts, hot and pulsating and deep. She was ready to cum… he could sense it as her legs on either side of him jerked out wide in the air and up. He slipped his finger from her rectum with a sucking, hissing sound and pressed his hands behind her knees, pushing them back and down against the bed on either side of her shoulders until she was bent double. The plane of her crotch was wide open to the inhuman, ramming thrusts of his loins as he continued to thud brutally into her.

"Oh… Ooooohhhhh… auuugggghhhh," she whimpered beneath him, her face twisted in an unrecognizable mask of wanton ecstasy.

Erabas grunted and groaned as he quickened his stroke, grinding sadistically deep, boring his cock far up into the hidden recesses of her untouched womb. Her breasts heaved and quivered up against the pressure of his great chest, the berry hard nipples digging into him like two rounded pebbles.

Then suddenly, she shivered under him!

"Oh God! Oh God! I'm going to… yes… I'm going to cum… yes… shit, yes! Fuck me hard! Hard! Hard! Harder…! I'm cuuummmmmiiiinnnngggg… Ooooohhhhhh!"

Erabas felt her cunt flowering opening around him and warm gushes of hot fluid pour into the channel around his hammering cock. He plunged farther, faster, digging deep, deep inside her. He felt her jerk up toward him several times, the lips of her cunt working and sucking at his prick as if to draw the very life from him. Her breathing came from her in short, desperate gasps, and he thrust deep once more, suddenly sensing his own hot, stocky sperm shoot from the nozzle of his cock far up into her soft, quaking belly.

Janet moaned uncontrollably as his jerking prick continued to squirt its long hot streams into her and his massive body quaked violently above her. And then, her legs went limp and fell out to the side of his still heaving body. Her heart pounded in her chest as though it would burst. Her body was beaten and satiated as it had never been before… and then, she saw Doctor Leduc with Vailante standing at the foot of the bed…!

"Goddamn you… you Moroccan dog!" screamed the enraged Frenchman, his face a blanched expression of pure hatred. "How many times have I warned you never to touch the girls!"

The giant had leaped off her at the sound of Leduc's voice. He had tumbled to the floor and now knelt prostrate before the suave physician.

"Oh Master, forgive me… but the American bitch… she seduced me!" he whimpered in unbelievable subservience.

"You lie, you scurvy son of a slut!" shrieked Leduc. "Damn you, now you'll pay! Vailante… attack!"

Janet screamed in utter terror as she watched the massive beast bare its fangs and leap savagely upon the cringing Moroccan. A half-choked cry of horror escaped the huge man as he tried to protect himself from the ripping, shredding teeth of the kill-trained mastiff. But as large and powerful as Erabas was, he was no match for the sudden ferocity of the great dog. Once more, Janet screamed as she saw Vailante lunge at the shrieking man's throat… and then, just before she fainted, she saw the spurting of the giant's blood and heard the flesh of his throat ripped away…

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Paul had followed Leduc's automobile for the past hour, staying a safe distance behind in his own rented vehicle as they traveled the slick wet streets of Paris, crossing the fabulous city of sin. He had not believed the Doctor nor his wife when earlier in the evening at dinner, they had told him of Janet's worsened condition. But they had substantiated his greatest fear… she was addicted, yet to what particular drug Leduc had not said.

My poor, sweet darling… Damn, he had wanted to see her, to go to her so badly, but Leduc had opposed the idea. Seeing him in her present condition, the Doctor had insisted, would only bring her deeper fits of remorse, and presently she needed any thing but that. She was content to rest there and await his return, Leduc had said, but he was certain once she was aware her husband was back from his mission she would want to leave the sanitarium and she was frankly not well enough to do so.

Paul had not pressed the point with the Doctor, but there was something in the mystery enshrouding the whole episode that did not set quite right with him. Why didn't they want him to know even where the sanitarium was located? The handsome Frenchman had actually been somewhat indignant about it, maintaining it would be perhaps easier for him if he did not know its whereabouts. Certainly, Paul felt, that was abnormal procedure… and so he had left and waited in the shadows outside the Leduc villa, intent upon remaining there as long as necessary, until the Doctor led him to his Janet.

Shortly, the Frenchman had left in his limousine and Paul had followed. It was a dark night, raining, and he dare not let his quarry get too much of a lead on him. And then, at last, they were in a less populated, outskirt section of the city when the doctor's vehicle swung into a large circle-drive before a sparsely lighted, palatial older mansion.

Paul parked in the street and waited. Finally, he stepped out into the night and approached the drive that entered the estate. The mansion, itself, sat some three-hundred yards back in, almost hidden behind giant trees and great shrubs. No where, could he find a sign. It might, or might not be the alleged sanitarium. But surely, someone in the surrounding area would know.

He surveyed the darkened street and on a corner a half-block away he saw the dim lights of what might be a commercial establishment of some nature. He headed off toward it.

It was a small tobacco shop. Paul entered and a thin, frail, elderly man smiled at him from behind the counter.

"Des cigarettes," Paul said, pointing toward a particular brand displayed.

"Oui," replied the old man. "Will there be something else?" he inquired in French.

"No, thank you… unless you can tell me where the sanitarium is located around here?"

"The sanitarium…?" The old man thought a few moments, then shook his head. "I fear I cannot help you. I know of nothing like this in the area."

"I see," said Paul, disappointed as he paid the man. Then, "The old mansion up the street… the one that sets back in… do you know who lives there?"

For a moment the little man studied him, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. Finally, he said, "You said who lives there?"

"Yes… who?" Paul repeated.

The old man smiled wryly. "But you are joking with me." He lowered his voice until it was just above a whisper. "Surely, you know… as does every gentleman in all of Paris…"

Paul watched him closely as he made a negative head-shake. "I am afraid that I am ignorant then."

The old man chuckled. "So… I know now that you are not a gentleman of the night… for that is the Palace of Pleasure… once owned by the nefarious Count Leduc. And certainly, you have heard of that foul monster." Paul said nothing and the old man leaned closer until he could smell the wine on his breath. "They say that the most wicked of sensual pleasures may be bought there for fantastic prices… and with the most beautiful women one has ever seen."

Paul swallowed tightly, a knot of fear welling up into his throat. Good Lord! Could it be? He moistened his dry lips nervously. "And the police? Do they know of this… this brothel?"

The little man shrugged. "Who knows? I have heard one might find even people of authority frequenting the Great Room, but I would not know for certain, Monsieur, for I am but a poor man and the likes of me would never be allowed."

"I see," said Paul, taking up his cigarettes. "Well… thank you very much for the information. Good night."

"Bonne nuit, M'sieu'."

Paul walked slowly back to his car. Perhaps, he thought, I'm doing Leduc a great injustice… but then, there were the things that Hans Friestag had mentioned about the Palais de Plaisir and the Grande Chambre… and the fact that the old man had spoken of a nefarious Count Leduc… Dear Jesus! Was it possible that the Doctor was more than just a physician… and had somehow placed his own Janet in this fantastic bordello… forcing her to prostitute herself? But those things had gone out with the dark ages, he thought… God almighty, he didn't know… but he intended to find out… that is if the American Embassy carried any weight at all in France!

***

When Janet had awakened, following the brutal murder of Erabas, Doctor Leduc no longer pretended. He had called for assistance and four powerful Moroccans had come to hold her spread-eagle on bed, then the Frenchman had thrown a sheet over her and whipped her with a leather strap for letting the giant have his way with her… lashing her thighs, her buttocks, her stomach, pelvis and breasts… until again she had fainted from the unmerciful beating.

They had aroused her then and taken her to an all mirrored room, some nine-by-nine in dimensions, with but a bed furnishing it. There, she had been left with only a sheet to cover her nakedness and Vailante lying in a corner to guard her.

But before he left her, Doctor Leduc had snarled, "Now, my American bitch, we are through playing games. If you have not reasoned out your fate as yet, then I will tell you. This is the Palace of Pleasure, the most exquisite whore house in the world… and you are now a permanent inmate… until you are no longer of any value to me. In short, my pig, you are now a common whore, and will fuck and suck or whatever else our exclusive clientele asks of you without the slightest hesitation. If you in any way defy me I will increase your drug dosage… then deny it to you until you go mad from the agonies."

"Oh, my God…" Janet moaned. "Why? Why? What have I done to you that you would do this horrible thing to me? My God, please, please, Doctor…?"

"Bitch!" Leduc half-screamed at her, drawing his hand back to strike her, but then remembering that he might blemish his delectable property and restrained himself. "Don't ever address me in any other way but Master! Do you understand me? You are nothing but a slave for the rest of your days… just as I was in your filthy American prison for ten years. Now, we are going to balance that score!"

"Oooohhh, Paul… Paul," Janet babbled almost incoherently.

"You can forget your beloved husband," spat Leduc. "You will not see that stupid oaf again, or anyone, only those whom I send to you!" He still held the strap and now he brought it down viciously against the bed. "Now, get down on your knees in front of me, you big titted slut!"

Still sobbing, Janet obeyed his command, her brain reeling in near hopeless dispair. She looked up at him, her eyes pleading as she knelt before him.

"Well…?" he snarled down at her. "Take out my cock you stupid bitch! What else do you think I could want of you?" He entangled his hand in her long golden hair and twisted brutally.

She whimpered with the pain and reached forward to do his bidding, fearful that he would slash the strap across her naked flesh once more. She fumbled with the zipper on his trousers endeavoring to release his heavy throbbing cock that she had already become more than familiar with.

"Hurry up, pig! Or do you want another taste of the strap?"

"Oh God no… please…!"

"Please, what?"

"Please, Master?"

"Stupid American bitch!" he hissed through leering lips. "You forget to address me properly one more time and I'll brand 'W' for whore on your tits! Do you understand?"

"Yes… yes, Master," Janet stammered in sheer horror, finally fumbling the huge fleshy instrument free to burst out through the unzipped fly. Hesitantly, she wrapped her hand around the thick hardened rod of flesh and Leduc shoved his hips forward causing it to skin back until the smooth red-fleshed head popped out from the thick foreskin a scant few inches from her fear-bulging eyes.

"Well…? You know what to do with it, bitch!" the Doctor leered. "Rub it around your lips, then lick it clean from top to bottom."

She did, looking down the full length of the rigid shaft, sickened by the thought of her mouth being used again as a receptacle of lust for this evil fiend, and of his lewd sperm being pumped down her unwilling throat. Then, she parted her lips, opening her mouth to slide them down over the hardened rubbery head, along the full length of her tongue, the tiny drops of lubricating fluid seeping from it filling the warm cavern between her cheeks with its pungent, salty taste.

Leduc commenced a slow undulation with his hips, sliding the thick cock in and out of her mouth with a wet sucking sound, guided by his hand entwined viciously in her hair.

He watched the puffing of her cheeks beneath him as he shoved his throbbing prick between her clasping lips. His grin widened with each thrust into the trapped face, as she groaned in degraded submission between his legs. She was going to make a good whore all right. They would pay a fortune to get at such a magnificent creature, once he had her trained properly and completely subjugated to the weaknesses of the flesh.

Janet labored in a semi-stupor. She could see the tufts of dark pubic hair curling out around the base of his penis where it left the open fly. Her mind wandered hopelessly, and then she thought of the horrible end that had come to Erabas, but she didn't dwell upon it… it had been too ghastly. At least, she was still alive, and right now, nothing seemed to matter except to get this despicable ordeal over with, and to do that she had to please this insane monster.

She commenced sucking to please him, running her tongue wetly around and around the slimy, lubricated head, and flicking the tip teasingly into the tiny open slit of the moist glans, until she could feel it palpitating as if it had suddenly acquired a separate life of its own and would erupt at any moment into a great gushing torrent of sticky, white sperm that would flow into her mouth and throat in a never-ending stream of memory. Oh God, she would never forget this as long as she lived, it would stay with her forever and ever, blotting out any chances for happiness with her Paul… should she ever see him again… Then, the nucleus of an idea sparked in her brain as from the corner of her eye she saw Vailante watching them with taut-eared interest. Maybe… just maybe, she would see him again! Perhaps, there was a way… It was a gamble… a long gamble… but what did she have to lose? Maybe… just maybe…!

Suddenly, she began to suck with a trace of renewed hope, even as the very helplessness of her servile position again aroused masochistic sensations erotically in her belly. Her head bobbed furiously over his thick shaft of flesh as she sucked to end it, sucked to milk the hot, sticky semen from it until he whimpered for her to stop. He groaned and twisted above her, raining obscenities down at the top of her golden, bobbing head, and watching with lewd delight the oval shaped lips straining at his cock in a maddening frenzy. She sucked hungrily, her mouth salivating as it had never done before, and then, she felt him jerk and groan above her as he held her head by her hair and rammed deep into her throat. His cock continued the jerking motions and spewed with a vengeance the hot, acidy jets of his sperm deep into her gullet. Janet groaned as she sucked and her adam's apple bobbed in rapid rhythm, swallowing the gushing stream squirting hotly into the warm moistness of her mouth. She clasped her lips in a tight elastic ring around the jumping prick, swirling her tongue in circling motions about the throbbing head. She wanted to suck it dry, to hurt him, to punish him for the bitter torture he was inflicting upon her. His groans of pleasure, mistaken by her for pain, incited her to greater effort. It continued gushing into her wildly swallowing throat unceasingly, until she thought it would never end, and then he loosened his hold of her hair and his heavy cock gave one last final spurt and began to slowly deflate in her mouth.

"Enough… put it away, bitch," he ordered, his breathing coming in heavy rasps.

She did and he backed away from her, his prick sliding from her glistening lips with a wet sucking noise and leaving a trail of semen following behind it. He leered downward, "You are improving, but you have a long ways yet to go," he chuckled aloud. "Perhaps you had better practice here on Vailante… if you think you can get next to him." Again, he laughed. "I warn you, if you do anything to excite him before it's time for your performance, he has been instructed to attack… and he will tear you to shreds, ma chere, just as he did that cur of a Moroccan whose giant cock you seemed to enjoy."

Janet stared at him. "Per-performance? What performance… Master?"

Leduc grinned. "You and Vailante, bitch… and I only hope for your sake that Erabas hasn't stretched that tight little pussy of yours too much." He went to the dog and patted his huge head. "My faithful friend likes his bitches nice and snug around his cock."

Janet said no more, merely hung her head.

"Now, get into the bed and stay there. I will send you a large glass of medication, and I would advise you to drink all of it. It will make the evening easier… perhaps even pleasurable for you."

With that, he left her, and slowly Janet got to her feet, throwing herself onto the bed to sob half-hysterically.

Later, one of the Moroccans brought her the amber-colored liquid, a large glass of Leduc had said, and she drank it all… knowing in the back of her mind that she was going to try her plan, as obscene and as far-fetched as it was… yet, she had to do something, and this, perhaps, was her last hope…

Oh God, I must pray… pray that it will work!

CHAPTER TWELVE

Paul had no difficulty gaining entrance into the Palais de Plaisir once he showed proof of identity and paid the exorbitant fee. Inasmuch as the establishment only catered to notables and people of wealth, the ugly looking Frenchman at the door seemed pleased to welcome a guest from the American Embassy.

He was immediately handed over into the care of an extremely attractive young Moroccan girl, whom, he was certain, would not have been yet fifteen, and whom, he felt sure, he recognized from the fertility dance in Leduc's villa at Dives. She wore only a loose sarong-type of garment, covering her from the hips down, her firm, budding young breasts glistening nakedly in the soft lighting as she bowed low before him.

"This way, Master," she spoke softly to him in clipped French, taking his hand and leading him into a small, private ante-room where she showed him the inevitable toga, then proceeded to undress him, pausing at different intervals to caress his naked chest and brush her tongue into his navel, finally, when he had completely stripped him, to drop to her knees and lick his cock and balls, insisting that he bend over so that she could run her tongue up between the cheeks of his buttocks to his anus.

"No… that's not necessary," Paul said, nervously trying to stop her. Although the sensual pleasures she was submitting him to in this preliminary entree were most ecstatic, he was too anxious to get inside and learn if his Janet were there to let himself really enjoy them.

"Oh, but Master, you do not like me?" she pouted before him.

"Of course, I like you fine… but I'm… I'm just not in the mood right now…"

She continued to pout as if he had offended her. "Please, Master, it is necessary that I perform these ablutions on you… otherwise, if it were discovered that I did not, I would have to be beaten."

"What?" Paul gaped at her. "Well… we just won't tell anyone, will we…?"

"Oh, I must tell. I cannot lie. If I was ever found in a lie, my breasts would be branded."

Paul stared at her in utter disbelief, but the look of innocence in her eyes told him she was speaking the truth. He nodded that he understood, then reluctantly turned around and bent over while she spread his buttocks with her thumbs and licked his rectum with a tiny tongue that was like a searing little flame. When she was finished, his cock stood out like a ramrod and she clutched at it proudly. She smiled up at him.

"While you dine, Master, I will suck this magnificent love-prong for you."

Again, he stared at her in amazement. "Wh-what did you say?"

She smiled in childish delight. "Ahhh, I see that my master has never known the delight of dining and having his magnificent cock sucked at the same time," she tittered. "It is wonderful for the digestion I am told."

She led him into the Grande Chambre, a massive room that he quickly saw was the original of Leduc's erotic apartment at Dives. About the room were the identical couches with couples in all stages of undress occupying them and enjoying their individual tastes in lustful desires. He particularly noted that a few were sitting upright with a table filled with food pushed close to their couches, and beneath each table knelt a Moroccan girl or boy administering fellatio and cunnilingus on the couples as they dallied with each other and dined above.

And such was his own indulgence, not by request, but again by ritual, for he had no more than reached a vacant couch and begun to look about in an effort to peer at the women's faces in the dimly lit room, when a table was placed close to him and a great tray of food brought by two young Moroccan males and spread before him. Even though he was anything but hungry at this point, the savoring aromas from the palatable dishes intrigued him, and he found himself eating and sampling each one. It was then that he felt the little Moroccan slave-girl's presence beneath the table, fondling his genitals with the most delicate of fingers and tongue, until the state of erection she worked his prick into threatened to cause his groin to burst. And then, a second luscious little girl, seeing he was no longer eating, came to feed him, taking his arm and putting it around her slender young waist so that his hand could play with her firm, full breast or reach to her cunt, whichever he desired, and below the table, the first girl sucked his cock deeply into her throat while her tiny hands cupped and milked his balls.

Paul had never known, or even dreamed, of anything like this in his whole existence. It was indescribable ecstasy. His purpose for being there had next to eluded his mind he was so enraptured. Then, his feeding companion informed him that soon one of the delectable white slave-girls would come to be his partner for the remainder of the night, that she and the other little slave girl were only preparing him for the most beautiful things to come.

Now, his cock was throbbing like a rampaging mustang prodded into a frenzy. The round, tight, sucking lips of the little girl between his legs had churned his balls into a vat of boiling sperm. The delicious morsels of food being fed into his mouth by his second slave were titillating bites from heaven, teasing his palate with every swallowed mouthful. Unconsciously, he squeezed the small hard-nippled brown breast in his hand until the child winced in smiling pain.

And then, two things happened. In the center of the room and descending from the ceiling came a glass cubicle… perhaps some nine feet square, with light flooding from it. Within, he saw a bed with a naked blonde girl upon it… and on the floor stood a giant mastiff dog… very much like Madame Leduc's Vailante… He tried to peer closer, his eyes widening in horror as he recognized the girl on the bed inside the cubicle… But his eyes began to blur as beneath the table the little Moroccan girl had sucked his cock to the point of explosion… and suddenly as the girl beside him fed food into his mouth, he felt the burst from his balls and the needle-like stream of sperm gushing forward as if it were saturated with ground glass… tearing at the canal walls of his long cock all the way to its tip to squirt in globbing jets into the child-mouth of the maddeningly sucking slave-girl…!

"Oh, Jesus Christ!" he blurted unintelligibly, "It's Janet! My wife's in there…!"

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Janet lay upon the bed within the mirrored room. Vailante rested upon the floor in the corner as if ready to spring at her slightest questionable move. She had drunk the so-called medication sometime before and now it was taking effect. No longer did she doubt the actual properties of this concoction she had been consuming daily since she first visited the doctor aboard ship. It was undoubtedly some sort of aphrodisiac, and that was why she had welcomed the large dose this time. Doctor Leduc had one idea… she, another.

Her loins were already alive with the familiar fire. It was an effort for her to keep her brain from saturating itself with lewd, vile thoughts. Oh, to be fucked right now… at this moment… by someone with a cock like Erabas… her cunt throbbed in its wild sensations. She kicked the sheet away, spread her soft, round thighs wide apart, and with both hands opened the velvety, golden flanges of her moist pink slit. The stale air of the mirrored-enclosed room brushed though it like a warm breath from Satan himself.

She saw herself from every angle in the mirrors and gasped aloud at her own loveliness. She drew her hands from her cunt to trail up her stomach and finally to her breasts, massaging them in tiny teasing circles, tweaking the soft nipples into sudden throbbing hardness. Her legs scissored open and closed slowly, exposing the thin pink slit of her vagina, nestled teasingly in the soft golden hair between her thighs, to both herself and Vailante who lay with raised head and gigantic ears at attention. Her buttocks twisted against the bed as though she were trying to bury herself into it. She saw the sheer, wanton desire reflected in her eyes from the mirrors. She writhed more lasciviously, uncontrollably, yet it was as she wanted it. She saw Vailante's long thick tongue lick out at his massive chops hungrily as he stared at her with unblinking eyes. Now, both of her hands ran over her body as if out of control, her fingertips dancing over her flat, ivory belly and coming to rest once more at the juncture of her soft, down-covered crotch. She groaned at her own sudden contact with the moist slit between her thighs as Vailante's ears twitched at the sound of her voice, and she pulled her knees up, her toes on the mattress. Then, she straightened her legs ceiling-ward like two beautifully carved ivory columns above the bed; with a deeper groan, she let them fall wide apart, exposing to herself and the beast, the wet, glistening furrow between. Her fingers slipped to the soft, hair-covered lips and spread them slowly apart once more, until the wet pinkness was fully visible to all the gaping people in the room and the mouth-like orifice opened hungrily. The half-moons of her rounded buttocks shone back to her, divided by the seething, avid cleft between them. Her tiny anus peeked at her, nestling mysterious and inviting below the swollen and agitated lips of her throbbing pussy.

***

Paul gaped at the erotic, narcissistic scene of his own wife encased in the glass cube in awe. His loins still throbbed from the delivery the little Moroccan girl had administered. His table had been carried away, his slaves gone, and now another… a long raven-haired Italian beauty nestled beside him, fondling his flaccid cock, biting at his ear, endeavoring to work his hand into her cunt. But he was beside himself, staring at his very own wife performing in the lewdest of manners before the depraved, lusting audience… and there seemed to be nothing he could do!

In the back of his erotically fogged brain, he thanked God that he had at least shown intelligence enough to carry through with his hunch. And even as he thought these things, and the Italian lovely reached down to engulf his testicles in her soft, delicate, warm palm, he stared unbelievingly at the licentious performance of his beautiful Janet… thinking, Oh Christ, if only I can make love to her once again…!

***

Janet, gazing smokily in the mirrors, watched herself slowly insert a middle finger into the sparkling pink of her cunt-flesh, stroking the tiny, erect clitoris. Eventually, she let all of her fingers play there in the opening within the flushed edges of her contracting cunt, slowly widening the lips. She slipped her index finger in and out smoothly between the lubricated folds. Her legs, she jack-knifed back, knees against her breasts as the soft, rounded buttocks rose and fell in response to the inquiring finger. Her facial muscles tightened and she entertained two more fingers with the first, clenching her teeth, pushing all three in between the wet, hungry lips. She heard and saw them disappear with a soft, sucking sound, and a quiet moan of pleasure arose from her lips.

Shit! I don't care now! I really don't care! She had become possessed with her own body. It was beautiful, and she saw that her teeth were clenched as she writhed beneath her own thrusting fingers in uncontrollable passion. The rapid rhythm brought grunts of pleasure from deep in her throat as her fingers sunk tight into the pink, viscous opening, making wet sucking noises as she withdrew them to push them in once more.

She knew that she flushed… straining for climax. She groaned in frustration as her fingers thrust harder and deeper. But they were not enough. Desperately, she realized they were not enough! Her head lolled from side to side on the pillow, her long blonde hair flying wildly at her inability to bring herself to orgasm. Yet, she continued to hammer into herself, her hand beating an insane staccato against the spread, straining buttocks, her groans and grunts faster and louder with each passing second. Suddenly, Vailante leaped onto the bed!

Janet came back to reality as she saw him. She had moved too much, excited him, and now he was coming to do what he had done to Erabas… Oh God, Leduc had warned her…! A shudder of horror rippled through her and she jerked the back of her masturbating hand to her mouth to keep from screaming and taunting him further. She moved to lower her legs and roll from the bed, but Vailante stood with bared teeth, growling viciously in warning. She froze… her thighs still spread and with knees still drawn up to her breasts. She didn't dare move as the massive beast growled menacingly over her, his great panting head just above her defenseless, upturned crotch.

Dear God, I've made a terrible mistake! I thought… Oh God, please help me? Don't let this beast tear me apart as he did Erabas…!

Then, Vailante lowered his head to Janet's hair-covered crotch and began sniffing it familiarly. His great tail wagged and trembled as his trained brain remembered pleasures that snuffed away more recent commands. Instincts prevailed. A bitch in heat! Janet moaned in half-terror as the cold nose suddenly rubbed wetly against her tiny cringing anus. She watched him in the mirrors, rolling her head to every angle for assurance of his movements.

Dear God, Jesus!

His tongue snaked out and licked wetly up and down the crevice surrounding her snug little rectum, the tip burrowing slightly into the outer fleshy anal ring.

Momentarily, she decided to try and squirm away, but the beast raised his head and growled warningly again as he began greedily to lap the narrow pink slit between her thighs. He ran his tongue wetly the full length of it, from the tightly closed little anus up over the fluted pink edges of her cunt to the tiny erotic bud of her woman-hood atop her pubic mound. His thick tongue spread through the soft, fleece-covered swelling like a keen blade through buttery-flesh. It slaved relentlessly between her wide-split legs, pausing only sporadically to lunge in a curl deeply into her. She spasmed convulsively as she writhed under the masterful beast's tongue, lapping and sniffing at her loins.

And then, no longer was she frightened. God, she didn't care! Soft mewls of delight erupted from her and suddenly, she placed her hands on the dog's ears bravely, and with a deep animalistic groan, kicked her legs back over her head, pulling his nose forward into her wet, throbbing vagina. His great tongue shot up the moist channel like an attacking lizard, ravishing her up-thrust crotch mercilessly. Abruptly, wild, babbling half-shrieks began to stream crazily from her lips; pleading and encouraging the dumb beast salivating between the writhing, upturned buttocks. He worked like the vicious animal he was, the primeval lust of the wild motivating him.

***

Paul stared at the lewd exhibition in unblinking, fascinated horror. Christ, could this be his lovely young bride? Was it possible? He mumbled something incoherently as the lovely Italian girl continued to stroke his member that was once again rock-hard from her tantalizing ministrations and the obscene spectacle of his wife and the animal taking place before him. And as he stared in disbelief, he saw the dog lift his head from the pleading Janet's crotch to nose her over onto her stomach in servile surrender, her fear and resistance of moments before seemingly gone under the maddening tongue lapping lasciviously at her pussy without the slightest mercy. She was completely enslaved by the huge beast panting over her, her trembling body spread-eagled, face down on the bed. Then, the huge head lowered once more, the thick tongue slithering into the exposed crevice between the young wife's smooth-white buttocks.

Paul gulped aloud, not looking at his companion as the beautiful girl took his hand and insinuated it between the moist lips of her own pulsating cunt, but rather did he stare unbelievably as Janet twisted her buttocks back toward the dog lasciviously, reaching with her small hands to spread the cheeks of her buttocks and give full access to the tiny, coral-hued anus. He watched mesmerized as the tongue lashed her for another lengthy, avid moment, and he felt his own desire building up in his sac once more.

The specially bred mastiff had begun to nuzzle under Janet's lust paralyzed crotch, pushing his colossal head between her pelvis and the mattress. Paul's eyes widened in astonished shock as the head lifted in an almost trained ritual, raising his wife's buttocks. Good Christ! What he wanted was plain enough to see… and Janet was kneeling up obediently, elevating her spread buttocks, bending before the great brute in abject surrender.

"Goddamn! He's tongued her to defeat!" Paul blurted aloud. "He's driving her half out of her mind licking her cunt like that!"

The girl beside him said something to Italian as she began to grind her own gaping cunt against his hand and simultaneously stroke and massage his aching cock more vigorously.

But Paul was still too engrossed with the incredulous rammish attack on his defenseless wife taking place only a few feet away from him. God almighty! Why didn't the police come? He couldn't wait much longer without showing his hand, else Janet would be… Jesus Christ! She was on all fours and the animal was mounting the spread moons of her buttocks, paws wrapping around her waist as if she were another bitch of his breed, and he could see the glistening, scarlet penis slipping from its huge sheath, dripping freely; the tapered point jerked and danced in the hot, wet slit as the brute quivered and lurched, endeavoring to bury the pink, lean tip and the thickening shaft into her body.

Half sobbing now, Janet looked back, shifting her quaking, round ass-cheeks in an effort to try and capture the lengthening animal prick; like a bitch in heat, Paul thought, she was striving to swallow the long, scarlet organ into her voracious, grasping vagina. But the sharp tip missed, slid up to find the momentarily relaxed anus, and Paul caught his breath as he was certain the beast was about to drive the weapon right up his wife's unprotected rectum. With a cry, Janet tensed, evaded the bending, up-slipping prong in fright, and writhing, brought the blindly thrusting penis to slide beneath, into the soft, hair-nested crevice, rubbing against her clitoris. The hot scarlet of his jabbing prick contrasted startlingly with the fevered pink of Janet's passion-inflamed cunt, spreading the lips wider as his still unsheltered shaft rubbed between them.

Paul held his breath as did the lovely creature beside him and the other spectators who sat up rigidly on their couches to watch the massive dog bucking frenziedly at his moaning wife's buttocks, attempting to skewer her onto the still growing lean tip of his mammoth, glistening prick. Abruptly, the animal bared its fangs and growled loudly in obvious frustration, as Janet, in desperation, reached between her legs and grasped the slippery rod of animal flesh, guiding the point of it into her glistening pink slit, spreading it open wider and wider with each jolting thrust.

Groans of disbelief ripped through the room and the girl beside Paul clutched tightly at his pulsating cock as the huge animal romped forward, burying the giant cudgel deep up into his squirming wife's pink, grasping hole. It slithered into her with a wet rush until it was interred to the hilt, until his hairy, canine balls swung below her wetly matted pubic hair… and the lovely Italian girl beside him whose name he did not remember could stand it no longer. She pulled aside her toga and straddled Paul's lap, taking his throbbing, stone-hard cock and manipulating its purple, blood-inflated head up and down between the hot, wet lips of her seething furrow before she finally poked it into her yawning, viscous-covered vagina and lowered her loins down on him with a thudding, grunting plunge.

***

Janet breathed a moan of relief from her lust twisted mouth as she began to move rhythmically backwards to meet Vailante's supreme, panting thrusts. His forelegs clung to her waist like powerful, furry arms and she began to undulate her body and move her buttocks in lewd circles, abandoning herself to the ecstatic pleasure of the animal-fucking this beautiful beast was pounding into her from the rear. She turned her face so that she could watch in the wall of mirror, and she read the debauched exultation this unnatural coupling was bringing her. She saw her large, taut breasts dancing tightly beneath her writhing torso, moving in cadence with the delightfully rampaging animal prick that was growing, growing, growing inside her seething belly. She watched it slid deeper and deeper and deeper into her clasping, wet cunt from behind, a relentless, steaming shaft of glistening flesh burrowing into her.

Suddenly, with one hand she reached back and found the warm, throbbing, puckered little mouth of her anus and slowly inserted one finger, pressing forward into the soft, rubbery flesh until she had buried it in herself to the palm of her hand.

"Oh Christ! Oh shit! Fuck me you beautiful brute!" Janet panted back at the dog as she pummeled her finger into her asshole and tried to spread her thighs even farther apart to the monstrous animal prick fucking into her. She clenched her teeth and the tears streamed from her eyes as she moaned insanely, "Oh yes… yesss… yesssss… Fuck! Shit! Cock! Cunt! It's wonderful… wonderful…! Fuck harder! Harder! Fill my cunt with your hot, animal sperm! Flood me! Spew it into me!"

In her drugged state, Janet no longer felt human. She was a quivering mass of sweating, lust-deranged flesh that wanted to be subjugated. She was reveling in the humiliation of being fucked by this panting monster and she ground her buttocks back against his hairy, hammering body like another animal. She felt the tiny rivulets of moisture building in the crevice between her ass-cheeks and sensed them dribbling down the backs of her thighs, was the mounting pressure in her belly and loins signaled that her rising orgasm was almost due.

***

Paul had lost all sense of purpose with the driving sensations the luscious Italian girl had instigated once more within him, and with the lewd, ruttish sight of his wire being willingly raped by a vicious animal; he had forced his fucking-companion up onto the couch and was mounting her from behind as the beast in the glass cubicle was doing to his precious wife. And now, he could hardly contain himself as he threw back his head and rammed his pulsating, heavy cock into the kneeling girl like a battering ram, tearing and bursting everything in its path, deeper and deeper until his loins smacked hard against her upturned ass. He could feel the white, soft cheeks flattened out from the wide-split crevice toward her hips from the pressure he was exerting into her backside. He convulsively reached forward, clasping his hands tightly around her narrow, wasp-like waist where it flared down into her broad, well-formed hips, and held her so tight she could not move. A low, dragging moan came from her lips as he surged into her with long, deep strokes, into the wet, palpitating slit between her buttocks which hollowed and shook beneath his hands as though she were being beaten with a whip.

He swung his head from side to side as he rammed his cock to its hilt into the girl's wide-stretched and gaping cunt, and then suddenly he heard a muffled scream and turned his head to view the salacious scene of Janet twisting her own head from side to side wildly, her long blonde hair churning on the bed. She was in the beginning throes of orgasm and screwed her buttocks back greedily against the dog like a demon-bitch with distemper. The giant animal's tongue hung from his mouth as he fucked into the waving buttocks from behind. Saliva dripped from it, onto the coating of sweat lining her back. She screamed suddenly, and rammed back against the dog insanely, just as he jerked forward and his cock began spitting its sperm in hard spurts deep into her clasping vagina. Paul stared in fascination as Janet's round buttocks began contracting uncontrollably, signaling the orgiastic upheaval deep in her quivering belly. Thick white liquid oozed from the flowered lips of her lust-tightened cunt, squeezing and milking the prick of the dog, forming thin trails of the viscid liquid that ran in obscene rivulets down the ivory columns of her soft inner thighs. Her backside glistened, displaying soaked pubic hair and pink flesh as she pitched forward onto her face, exhausted, and the rapidly deflating cock of the great dog slipped from her ravaged passageway… and then the cubicle began to rise toward the ceiling…

Almost instantaneously, Paul felt a gush of warmth around his own cock inside the girl's pulsating vagina, and her juices began to seep out from around the edges of his deeply imbedded prick and down into the softness of his swaying testicles.

She too was coming, and grunted out her release as she continued to demoniacally buck her beautiful ass back at him. Paul clenched his eyes tightly shut and felt his balls begin to wildly erupt. His hot sperm spurted like a fire-hose through the end of his driving cock and squirted savagely far up into the girl's palpitating vagina… and that's when it happened.

Someone screamed, and then another as light flooded the room. The police had arrived!

***

Janet lay completely spent, her brain awash in utter depraved despair as Doctor Leduc burst into the room and began screaming at her insanely.

"You vile bitch! How did you get your husband and the police here?" he screeched, his face white and twisted with rage as he raised the gun in his hand to level upon her naked belly. "I underestimated you… and now they are running through the building, destroying my whole world… and my father's before me… but they are not going to get me… or you!"

Janet had turned over and sat up in the middle of the bed, gaping at the wildly babbling Frenchman in astonished terror. She watched him wave the weapon in his hand madly, finally pointing it directly at her belly. His words made little, if any sense to her, except that he had mentioned the police… and Paul!

Oh, dear God, thank you, thank you…!

She started to climb from the bed and saw his finger whitening against the trigger of the weapon, and in that brief second a myriad of broken thoughts raced through her mind. Had her plan worked? Oh God! It was time to find out!

"Vailante!" she screamed at her animal lover. "Attack! Attack!"

Too late, Leduc realized what had happened. She had won the animal's favor by seducing him… she was his bitch! Vailante sprang with bared fangs at the suave physician causing the bullet to harmlessly shatter the mirrored glass, and Janet turned away, burying her face in her hands as she heard the Frenchman's screams and the horrible ripping away of soft, fatty flesh…

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

The idea of returning to New York had been Paul's. Whatever he would do there for a livelihood, Janet had no idea, but he had abruptly come to the conclusion that he had never been cut-out to be a diplomat. He had made the decision himself, following their clearing up the mess of the Palais de Plaisir with the police, Madame Leduc's arrest, and her own week's stay at a legitimate sanitarium where Leduc's fiendish hypnotic hold over her was eliminated, along with discovering that he had been injecting harmless distilled water into her and through post-hypnotic suggestion, forcing her to believe she was addicted.

Following medical advice, they had booked passage on the St. Croix once more for their return trip home, in order that she might enjoy a much needed rest. And so far, these first two days, she had really reveled in the relaxing luxury, she mused, as she stretched out in her deck-chair beneath the brilliant Atlantic sun.

However, relaxing her body was one thing; her mind was another. Leduc was dead, but the erotic fires he had ignited within both Paul and herself would never die… and last night together in their stateroom had been the proof of that. Never had she dreamed in her Puritanistic upbringing that sex could be so beautiful… so fulfilling… especially with the aid of the Dhattura aphrodisiac she had managed to take from Leduc's quarters before the police confiscated everything. But even with the delicious enjoyment that both of them had found in each other, they had readily admitted they would never be happy confining their now greedy sexual appetites to the limited scope of one husband and one wife. They had enjoyed the pleasures of variety too well to go without again.

Well, thank God we both agree on it anyway, Janet thought. It's going to make for a perfectly happy marriage…

Her thoughts were interrupted as she looked up and saw Paul walking along the deck toward her, a young man and girl beside him. Paul was smiling as he approached and the young man had his arm around the waist of the girl. As they drew closer, Janet recognized the dark-haired girl as their former maid in Paris.

"Janet, honey, look who I discovered on their way to New York. Francine and her new husband, Jean Laprese. Isn't that wonderful? They're on their honeymoon."

"How marvelous!" exclaimed Janet, a tiny thrill rippling through her at the handsomeness of the young man, and at the feel of his hand as it encircled her own in felicitation.

"I never dreamed we would meet anyone we knew aboard this ship," said Francine warmly in her pleasant French, as Paul caught hold of her hand.

"Darling, I was just telling them that this calls for a drink," Paul said, and Janet detected his quick wink in her direction.

"Of course it does," she agreed, getting to her feet. "We'll have some champagne sent to our quarters. Oh, this is simply wonderful. I just know we're all going to have such a grand time together."

"M'sieu' Arden tells me you have only been married a very short time yourselves," said Jean Laprese to Janet with a wide smile as she took his arm gently, brushing her breast against it, and they fell in behind Francine and Paul.

"Yes, we're still newlyweds," Janet replied, giving his arm a little squeeze, then pausing to turn around and say to the giant mastiff lying by her deck chair, "Come Vailante, lover… I couldn't go anyplace without you."

Content

Jon Reskind
The unholy Master

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN