Jon Reskind

Sir Launcelot volume 1

CHAPTER ONE

It wasn't anything like the modern little bungalow they'd had on Jamey Halo's estate up at Quarrysite, but she wasn't going to allow herself to become depressed over that, Susan Sheldon mused sullenly. It was clean and fairly well furnished; besides, moving had been her own idea; Jamey, had wanted them to stay, rent free, but with Cal gone such a thing was out of the question. She could only imagine what the Parksburg gossips would have made out of that… and probably with good cause, for certainly she could feel herself weakening more each time she saw him. She'd had to consider Nadine and her future… consider the bitter scars that wicked tongues could leave on the mind of a delicate and beautiful young girl… and she had made her decision accordingly.

Susan sat at the small kitchenette table drinking coffee and smoking her first morning cigarette. She wore a light blue wrapper over matching pajamas, its tailored-design doing little to hide her willowy Eurasian beauty, her erect breasts, slender waist, full rounded hips and buttocks. A voyeur would have to guess at the sleek lushness of thigh, the enchanting contour of calf and the hidden strength of those long, smooth legs, but he would form his prurient conclusions from the dazzling loveliness of her finely featured face and long, raven-black oriental hair… feeling confident in his assumptions.

It was six-thirty and she hadn't been able to sleep; in fact, the whole night had been a fiasco that she laid to her troubled, fear-filled and frustrated thoughts, the unfamiliar, too-soft bed, plus, having her daughter as a sleeping partner in place of Cal.

She shook her lovely head in disbelief. Would she ever get used to it? Cal was dead! My God, it hardly seemed possible… Cal dead… a suicide… in his grave two-months now, yet, each time the realization raced through her mind, its impact was as shocking as when Chief Archer had first broken the horror to her. It hadn't made sense then, her husband of sixteen years shooting himself, and she doubted that it ever would anymore than the typewritten note he had left, explained his reasoning.

Can't make it. Nothing to live for. It's too complex… and there's no love…

Once more, Susan slowly wagged her exotically beautiful head in non-conviction; she was so damned confused. Life at its best had never been generous to her, but at least she'd had Cal… for what that had been worth. She looked around at the little three-room apartment, each chamber opening with large archways into the other, only a collapsible screen partitioning off the bed. Thank God the bathroom was private, anyway, she thought sarcastically.

She'd hoped to find something more acceptable within her limited budget, but after canvassing Parksburg, she'd been almost happy to take this third-floor makeshift that had once been part of a rather plush hotel suite, and in the center of the down-town area. Progress had eliminated the hotel and now the street-level consisted of second-rate, low-rent shops; but, at least it was closer to her work, she supposed, and really it was adequate for just the two of them.

Nadine, poor darling, she'd been so brave through all of it, more adult than child, more sister than daughter… beautiful, talented, a rare teenager, indeed, measured by today's standards. And she was going to have a future; she was! Even her father had wanted that for her in his sober moments, but he'd done little, if anything, to prove it to her. Not that he'd been intentionally cruel, nor physically brutal; he'd simply neglected her… neglected both of them, in fact, since the day their baby-girl had drawn her first breath in that Boston hospital; but the last five-years had been the worst, especially the final two that he'd worked as caretaker for Jamey Halo, and she herself, had fallen under the spell of the young TV actor.

Thinking, she wondered if her husband hadn't shot himself, if he might not have drunk himself to death at the rate he was going… and with never a thought or provision for his wife and daughter. Now, as she pondered over that, she couldn't help but tremble with the overwhelming fright of her sudden responsibilities. Except for their clothing, he had left them near-destitute, and once again she thanked the good Lord for her job. Of course, it wasn't much, prestige-wise… waitress work never was… but it was honest employment and the Diamond Dell was the finest dinner house in Parksburg, even if it was only a front for the gambling casino Max Bovino operated upstairs. Whether the once notorious blind-owner functioned within the law was not her concern, and it didn't seem to bother the elite country-club set who populated the haven nightly… but she was concerned with the additional money the girls 'upstairs' made hustling cocktails, in comparison to those serving dinner on the first-floor, and she had made up her mind to speak to Mr. Bovino about it. In a little while, she would call him.

Why not? it was easier work, probably more pleasant, and accordingly, more rewarding. Of course, Cal would never have allowed it; he'd always been an extremely jealous man… although God knows, she had never given him any reason to be… But Cal was gone… and she had Nadine to look to now… only her future mattered… all other things were secondary… Cal was dead! Susan wiped an uncontrollable little tear from her eye.

They were large eyes, dark and almond-shaped, long-lashed and oriental, a breathtaking contrast to her ivory complexion. She couldn't help but wonder if she would ever unravel the mysteries that enshrouded her dead husband… for surely, they existed, deep and complex she thought; she had never really known the soldier she'd married…

She'd been fifteen and they'd lived just outside of Seoul. Her father was native Korean, a farmer of some wealth, and her mother the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. She was French, from Paris no less, and she'd come from her country in a missionary capacity. It was still vague in her mind how they had met, her father and mother, but it had something to do with God.

She had been twelve when the war struck, fourteen when Sergeant Cal Sheldon stole her heart, fifteen when her father blessed them and they married. The war was over and she was pregnant. They'd sailed for the U.S. two-days before her parents were killed by a latent, terrorist-bomb, and the government had confiscated everything. Less than eight-months later, Cal had dragged her from a hospital bed in Boston some twelve hours after giving birth to Nadine, and driven them to New York State. She would never forget the expression of fear that warped his face that night, and now, thinking about it, she wondered if it had ever really left him. Somehow, she had held the baby in her arms, nursed her and kept her wits, while her husband raced their automobile through the darkness.

Yes… dear God, yes there were mysteries… but they were hardly of importance now, were they? Cal was dead… DEAD… DEAD!

Nadine made a small sleeping noise behind the screen. It raised a warm feeling of love inside Susan and she smiled tenderly to herself. Her voluptuous fifteen-year old daughter was her whole life… at least, she had been… prior to Jamey Halo… not that there was going to be any change because of Jamey and the uncontrollable feelings she had for him; Nadine would always come first, but she couldn't deny the near-love, or whatever it was, he had set aflame inside her… she could merely resist it, and that she would do.

Susan sipped at her coffee, then dragged on the cigarette. Really, it was ridiculous anyway, given a moment of sensible thought. Jamey Halo was nineteen… nineteen… and she, thirty-one. This wasn't Korea, where such marriages were sanctioned out of experience rather than love.

This was the U.S., where older women never fell in love with younger men, unless they were fools, jet-setters, or harlots… and she felt that she hardly fitted into any of the three categories.

Yet, from the very beginning, from the first day Cal had taken the caretaker's job on Jamey's estate, the galvanic sensations had passed between them. He'd stopped her as she was carrying boxes into their bungalow and smiled.

"I'm Jamey Halo," he'd said. He had grinned lopsidedly, his dark hair long and waved. His eyes were an azure-blue and filled with tiny hazel flecks that began to swirl excitedly as he spoke. "Can I carry that?"

"Thank you, no," she'd replied, dropping her own gaze from his probing stare, sensing the slight flush to her face; then, Nadine had come with a smaller box and Susan had welcomed the interruption.

But it had never changed. She had only to look into his desire-filled, handsome young face to feel her own unwanted, sensual passion rising, and it seemed that he'd managed to come to the bungalow always when Cal was elsewhere. He had even made over Nadine, who, at thirteen was the flowering equivalent of most girls three years her senior, and this, she felt certain, he did only to impress the mother. Still, nothing had come of it… simply because the mother had refused to let it. Cal was her husband and she belonged to him, regardless of his lack of affection. Her oriental upbringing would never permit infidelity; she would give her life for her husband, and she would die defending her loyalty to the vows she had taken.

Again, Susan heard a light stir behind the screen, waited silently, and was pleased at the sound of an even, deep breathing once more. Her darling was going to need all the rest she could get, with what was before her. Beauty contests were more strenuous than the average girl believed, both mentally and physically, but there was nothing that would add to necessary confidence more than a few beauty contest credits to an aspiring young actress, even if one was only Miss Parksburg. Jamey had inspired the idea, and both Nadine and she herself had been elated with it. After all, she had to start somewhere… and success wasn't easily come by, Jamey had reminded them, and Susan didn't ever want her beautiful daughter to find herself in the same position her mother was in at that very moment. She had, in fact, welcomed the idea with open arms; it meant a sound and exciting existence for her darling… if only she didn't get waylaid by some foolish puppy-love.

Thinking about that, Susan shivered with the cold little ripple of clamminess that passed over her. She drank from her cup and inhaled the cigarette smoke deeply. Sex, she thought… sex between her husband and herself had been a horror, when she had so innocently expected some thing beautiful. Now, she tried to recall the exquisite loveliness of her mother's words regarding the delicious sexual-love of marriage… but somehow, they choked in her throat, and the beauty of the vision she had endeavored to picture became distorted.

Had it ever been beautiful between them… even good? She couldn't remember a time. Instead, her mind filled with Cal, drunk, his wickedly hard and massive, thick, long male member poised above her unready and unwanting vagina, her legs held high and wide-apart obscenely, knees pressing into her full, erect breasts, while he cradled himself for the impalement… then, the near-unbelievable viciousness of his thrust as he plunged his huge rapacious cudgel into her barely moist, sensitive flesh unmercifully.

Invariably, she would scream, and invariably he would laugh sadistically, ramming the blunt head like a madman from the very beginning, his heavy-veined rod of rigid, swollen flesh sinking to its full depths inside her snug passage and battering her small-mouthed womb and cervix, until the pain would become almost weirdly bearable, even pleasurable in her masochistic, subjugated state, and sparks of excitement would begin to ignite within her; then, it would be over… al ways over, like that… and he would gush into her as she wanted him to… but never, never so soon.

Dear God… she would suck him the way he had taught her, while he pillaged her genitals with his tongue, and forever, she had felt certain that this time it would happen… but then he would shoot his hot, white, sweet-tasting sperm into her mouth and throat, and momentarily she wouldn't care. His ejaculation had been all that she'd waited for, just as when he placed it in her rectum… or between her breasts and she would slip her warm lips over its massive head when he was ready to cum.

Damn! What was she doing? She was working herself up into something by just thinking, that's what she was doing. She'd better get hold of her self. She took a long pull from her cigarette, following that with a draught of coffee. Really, if she wanted to face it, Jamey's visit last night was the inspiration. He'd come to see the apartment he'd said, and with Nadine off to the movies, it had nearly happened. She'd had all she could do to keep from giving in, and even then, it had gone way beyond what she'd promised herself.

She hadn't expected anyone and had just bathed. She was getting out of the tub when the knock came, and had quickly tossed her favorite, old chenille robe around her, tying it tight and assuring herself it was close around her throat. Her mid-back-length hair she had piled onto the crown of her head and she wore a towel wrapped strategically around it. She had felt like an idiot answering the door that way, but the caller was insistent with his knuckles and she'd responded just a bit irked, wondering if this new down-town location was going to bring them all of the door-to-door salesmen in the world.

"Jamey! Wh-what're you doing here?" Her delightful smile was automatic. "I-I obviously didn't expect anyone… let alone you."

"Obviously," he grinned. "Well… aren't you going to ask me in? I came to see the new abode."

"Y-Yes… yes, of course, come in," she stammered, still surprised at the sight of his presence, but more embarrassed with her own appearance. "I-I just took a bath…"

"Oh? If I'd known, I'd have come earlier… maybe even have gotten to wash your back," he said, moving inside as she closed the door behind him. He was still smiling. He watched the tinge of blood rush into her cheeks, an easily detected sight with her alabaster like skin, and one that always delighted him.

Hell, she was absolutely stunning, he thought. Of all the women he had ever seen, known, and made love to in his prime young existence, she had to be the most beautiful and desirable. His brain raced wildly. What a stupid bastard Cal Sheldon had been. He'd plucked a gem and traded it for a poor facsimile. And Jamey'd thought that Elaine Trent represented beauty when he'd laid her at the Roadhouse… but Christ, there was no comparison. Thirty-one? She looked younger than her own daughter!

"Why don't you sit down, Jamey, while I slip on something…" she was saying, still embarrassed by his unexpected call.

"I'd rather help you," he said, making no move toward accepting her offer to a chair. "As a matter of fact, I prefer you remain as-is. You're lovely when you're natural, Susan… but then, you're always lovely."

It seemed that the redness wouldn't leave her cheeks. She couldn't remember when she'd ever felt quite so embarrassed, nor quite so excited.

Dear God, he was young and handsome! And the wickedness of it was, that she never felt her superior age with him… but more like a teen-ager, or maybe it was that he became older, more mature, when he was with her.

"You're at your best tonight, I see," she heard herself say, surprised at her own repartee. She smiled. "Can I fix you a drink?"

"If I can help."

"You can't. Sit in that chair and I'll play hostess," she said, pretending firmness.

"On one condition… you don't run off and slip something on," he said, grinning, his blue eyes alive with swirling bits of obvious lust that were sparking unbelievable tiny sensations inside her.

It had always been the same, every time they were together, but tonight… hell, he had to have her, or go out of his mind, he decided emphatically. Susan could hardly control her trembling. Dear God, she hoped it wasn't noticeable. She even felt wet down between her legs, and he hadn't been in the room two minutes.

"Sit!" she ordered, half-smiling.

"No changes?"

"No changes… at present, anyway."

She went to the kitchen, an open view from where he sat in the one comfortable chair, and talked back over her shoulder.

"Nadine's gone to the movies with Ann Trent," she said, pulling the ice-tray from the refrigerator. "I thought a little change of mental ideas would do her good."

"She should make a habit of studying movies the acting… the same with TV," he said.

"I've talked to my old teacher about taking her. He's hip to the idea. He thinks she sounds like great material… and I can tell you that Eben Lang is one of the best. Expensive, but the best."

Susan paused in her concocting and turned to look through the shell of her apartment to where he sat. "What do you mean, expensive?"

He laughed. "Like money, baby. But don't worry, we'll see to that. Let's have her get a couple of these beauty things behind her first, and maybe some high school acting."

"She's all enthused about the acting idea, Jamey," Susan said. "She talked to her school drama teacher and he wants her to try out for the next play."

"Great… great," he said, his mind a million miles from his words. "That's what she needs… any and all kinds of experience." Damn, he'd stake his life that she had the most beautiful legs he'd ever not seen… and she was naked beneath that robe. She'd just gotten out of the bath… she had to be! Shit, he could cum right in his shorts thinking about it. His prick was half-hard and he hadn't laid a hand on her. In fact, now that he thought about it, when had he touched her, except by accident? Only yesterday, when they'd moved, she'd let him kiss the sheer white-skin of her cheek where those blue-veins in their almost-transparent beauty, intrigued him. And he'd hardly slept all night. Christ, there'd never been a woman like her, not in his life, anyway…

"There," she said, re-entering the room and handing him his glass, then taking the end of the davenport across from him. "So… how do you like our little place?"

He watched her ease herself gracefully into the corner of the sofa, catching at her robe as she crossed her legs, but not before he caught a flickering view of white smooth, outer-thigh flesh, and his cock lurched in his pants excitedly.

"Cosy," he said, his eyes dwelling upon the fine-lined bone structure of her smiling, enchanting face, the absence of makeup and her unbelievable, girl-like freshness intriguing him. Her tiny white teeth sparkled, enframed in the natural redness of her full mouth, while those eyes… oh Christ, those magnificent, exotic eyes were too much…

"Yeah, you've got quite a place here. A little open, but there's a warmth, nevertheless. I think it's you."

Susan ran the tip of her tongue along her upper lip. She raised her drink and sipped at it, while he did the same, nearly consuming half of his. Dear God, they were playing a game, weren't they, she realized. Yes… yes, they were… both waiting and watching for the cue that would allow them to come together. And she wanted him! Face it! She wanted him! How long had it been? Months… a lifetime, really! God… God. She had to keep control of herself… couldn't give in to this wanton desire that was eating at her… He said something; she answered. She said something; he answered. Again and again. She made a second drink… a third… then, he was on the couch beside her… his arms went around her… she gave herself… he kissed her…

"Damn. Susan!" he gasped. "I can't wait any longer!"

It had been nothing more than a kiss and an embrace. He'd crushed her to him, her palpitating, hard-nippled breasts flattening against his chest, his lips hot and eager. Nothing more than that.

"I-I know," she heard herself respond. "I know, darling… but we have to."

"Why? Why? My God…"

"We have to!" she snapped, worming herself from his grasp and gaining her feet. "There's Nadine… and there's Cal…"

"Cal's dead! For God's sake, Susan… Cal's dead!"

"And what about Shelly Granger?" she had thrown at him, before she'd even realized what she'd said. But she couldn't help herself. The flaming redheaded beauty he had brought to the estate to play with for a couple of weeks just before Cal's death had been almost more than she could bear. She'd never known such jealousy… and then, on that very day when her husband had taken his own life, the girl had disappeared…

"W-Who?"

"Shelly Granger!" she spat, walking aimlessly around the room. "Oh, don't tell me she didn't mean something to you, Jamey Halo. Beautiful… sexy… an actress… you slept with her didn't you?"

"Y-Yes… I slept with her. She was a pig… a smalltime pig, trying to make her way up," he said, watching her closely. "And I sent her away."

"But not before you had your fill of her, eh?" Susan half-spat, unable now to control her emotions. "Was she good, Jamey? Did she kiss it? Suck it for you…"

He could barely believe the licentious word-meaning tumbling from her luscious lips in rage… jealous rage, he reasoned. A brand new sensation of excitement roared through him. He just couldn't believe it! She was jealous! And at first, he'd been afraid… but there was nothing to be afraid of… her confused frustrations proved that. He arose from the davenport and went to her, took her into his arms and pressed his tall frame slowly, but tightly, against her, his hard throbbing prick imbedding itself into the soft flesh of her abdomen and belly in undeniable demand, his hands caressing the small of her back and her buttocks through the warm softness of her robe.

Susan whimpered in his arms, not struggling. Ohhhhh, she had never wanted anything more in her life than that magnificent shaft pressing into the soft flesh of her belly… she could imagine it slipping inside her… up into the hot, velvety, moist channel of her wanting, needing vagina… strong, warm and masculine… bringing her ecstatic peace… entrancing bliss as it plunged and rubbed in and out of her… but… but, she mustn't… she mustn't…

He kissed her and played at her lips with the tip of his tongue. She left them open, like ripe grapes to be plucked, and he taunted them, went behind them to her teeth, speared into her mouth, while her hot, sweet breath panted into his face, and his hand slipped inside her robe to her breast, massaging, stroking, his finger-tips working ever toward its nipple to caress and roll it teasingly between them.

He was overwhelmed with the firm fullness of her breast! Certainly, something medically plastic had to be done to make their sleek warmness stand so erect to his hand… but, he knew this was not so. They encompassed the full breast of their side, not elongated, never pulpy, but strong and firm, still resilient. Christ, he was going to lose his mind! She was like velvet to his touch, yet hot and respondent, and his cock was leaping against the soft warm flesh of her belly. He pulled the tying strip of her robe apart and let his hands run down the length of her slightly delineated ribs to her hips… then smoothed them slowly back over her satin-like buttocks. She came tighter against him with his demand.

Susan moaned beneath his hands. Her brain swirled madly. Desire and need fought for the supreme, but the facial aspects of Nadine were over crowding all things… Dear God, how she wanted him to bury his beautiful young penis inside the depths of her hungry vagina! Oh, how she needed him… wanted him… loved him!

She felt his hand trail over the softness of her belly… down the strong muscle of her hip and thigh, then over slowly to her mound… through the light patch of dark, pubic hair to the very lips of her… her cunt, taunting, feeling, tracing the thin hair-lined slit… then, slipping inside with breathtaking gentleness to find her clitoris throbbing gently in erotic delight.

She clasped her lips to his, open, and her tiny tongue shot into his mouth with all of the fire of a taunted, enraged snake. Again and again, she stabbed into his mouth while he sucked at her tiny, sweet tongue and simultaneously twitted her clitoris between thumb and forefinger… finally sliding down through her moist slit to her vaginal entrance and easing inside, teasing her urethra enroute before he buried the long finger up into the depths of her excited and hot, dilating pussy.

She gasped into his mouth and he knew he was going to fuck her! He was certain of that now! And… and holy Christ… she had wrapped her fingers around his prick through his clothes. He couldn't breathe!

"Damn!" he gasped and pressed her backwards to the couch while she struggled to keep her thighs together as they folded down onto it.

"Oh… oh, darling… darling… we mustn't. No… no… not now," she pleaded raspily, his hot breath suddenly against the soft flesh of her breasts, coming in ever increasing gasps. "Oh… oh, please, darling… we mustn't," she whimpered hotly down into his face that was kissing and sucking at her breasts, while her arms embraced his head tightly to her.

But it was as if she hadn't spoken and his hands continued to fondle and graze her tingling flesh, and she gasped aloud to the electric-like sensations surging through her from his probing finger deep inside her wanting vagina, causing her to writhe feverishly beneath his hand.

"Oh… oh please, Jamey… wait… wait," she begged, but then she heard the metallic whisper of his zipper… and suddenly felt the delicious hard, hot fleshy bluntness pressing against her upper thigh. Dear God! It was his penis and inherently, her body recoiled at its alien touch, even as his finger probed deeper between her legs into the warm, veloutinous moisture of her vagina, causing greater intoxicating waves of inner excitement to surge through her, nearly rendering her powerless. She lay as if mesmerized, physically entranced by the pleasurable sensations rippling about wildly inside her… and then he'd taken her hand and placed it on his naked hardened rod, his own hand covering hers and enclosing her fingers around it.

She had compulsively squeezed tight, feeling its hot rigidness give slightly beneath the pressure, and heard and felt him gasp excitedly against her breast, the sounds of her own breathing filling the room as she realized surprisingly, the enormity of its size. An anticipating thrill of delight raced through her. She would never have dreamed that he would be so big… so long and thick… her fingers could barely encircle it! And suddenly, she was aware that she was stroking it… massaging the thick outer layer of skin back and forth to the same rhythm he had established with his finger deep inside her moist, receptive channel.

Oh… oh… there was no stopping him now! She'd let him go… even encouraged him beyond that final stopping point… and now her whole body trembled passionately, hungrily, in the enchantment of the moment, as did his, pressed tightly against her and in her hand. She squirmed blissfully beneath his finger sinking ever deeper into her cunt, so moist from the juices he had stimulated there. She felt it seeping from her vaginal lips, moistening her entire crotch, even to the cleft between her round full buttocks; and then it dawned fully upon her what they were doing… that Nadine could walk in on them… that there'd never been any other man to have her except her dead husband… that it was all wrong… all wrong! But, she didn't care didn't care… didn't care!

His prick jerked in her hand at every stroke, and as he increased his maddening, pleasure-inciting thrust up into her, so did she quicken and lengthen the pumping of her small, slender hand clutching tightly at his throbbing, erect shaft of flesh, feeling it grow and grow beautifully into unbelievable male hardness.

Perhaps it was his sudden squirming on top of her, trying to open her legs, that helped restore her wits, or maybe it was simply the reaction of strong religious convictions and loyalty to a memory thrusting its way through the ecstatic delirium of forbidden pleasure clouding her mind; whichever, she clamped her strong naked legs together tightly, her thighs clasping his stiff, pulsing cock between them, while he struggled frantically on top of her to get the blood-filled tip of his prick into the moist opening of her excited and passion dilated cunt.

"No… no, Jamey! No, we can't… we mustn't!" she hissed up at him, her teeth clenched as she writhed and struggled with every ounce of resistance she could muster, clasping his hot, hard rod tightly as it strained to enter her, its smooth nozzle splaying the soft lips of her throbbing cunt, inching ever forward from the weight and force of his near-insane attempt at penetration. "My God, no! You can't, darling… please!" she cried again, as she squeezed and writhed furiously; then, she felt it lurch, still within her clutching fingers and heard his uncontrollable gasp of frustrated ecstasy.

He groaned and grunted and she felt the thick, hot stream of his sperm shoot from its jerking head, saturating her tingling vulva, the palpitating open lips of her vagina and the surrounding dark pubic hair, until she was drenched with the warm, viscous liquid, even to the inner-sides of her soft white thighs, dribbling wetly down between her legs to moisten the davenport beneath her passion-dampened buttocks.

She had lain perfectly still and held him tightly all through it, feeling his body convulse on top of her while his organ pumped spasmodically in her slender hand, heard him emit his final groan of release… then, he seemed to collapse all over her, his penis rapidly growing limp in her hand, and it was then that she sensed an indescribable feeling of having cheated herself… yet, she said nothing, only held him, running her hand tenderly through his hair while he began to whisper apologies in a choked, almost shamed voice…

Nadine rolled onto her back, opened her eyes and gazed at the white ceiling. She waited until the tiny zigzagging plaster-cracks focused distinctly; finally, she looked at the small watch on her wrist. Nine-thirty! She gave a start, then remembered that it was Saturday… no school, and lay back quietly, letting all things fit into their proper perspective. A thousand thoughts raced through her young mind. One of them was Jamey Halo. She liked to think of him as he appeared on TV… as Brace Collins in the Sunday night Gallant Rangers series. God, he was handsome; he just made her tingle all over every time he looked at her, was all. Yet, she couldn't help but hate him, too. He must know how she felt about him… how she had felt about him ever since the day she'd first seen him when they'd moved onto his estate… but he'd never given her a tumble… hardly any acknowledgment whatever except an occasional little wink… Damn him! He was just a conceited ass the big star… but just wait.

One day, she, too, would be a star in her own right, then, he could just get in line with the others. She'd bet he would sing a different tune then… because Nadine Sheldon was going to become a great star… just like she was going to win the Miss Parksburg contest Monday night. Now that Ann Trent had decided not to enter, she felt certain of her chances. Ann had been her biggest worry; the judges always seemed to be partial toward blondes over brunettes, and Ann was absolutely beautiful. If only she had a little more of her mother's face and statuesque figure, Nadine wished longingly, not that she wasn't thankful for what her mom called 'voluptuousness', with her firm, erect and rotund breasts, waspish waist and full rounded hips, and she was well aware of her lush and shapely thighs and legs, but if only they were longer like her mother's. It seemed that men always preferred taller girls. At least, she did have her beautiful mother's smooth, white skin, and just a touch of her exotic, dark eyes, but her own long, black-hair lacked that silken, fairy-tale woven luster of her mom's. God, if she didn't love her so much, she'd probably be hatefully jealous. Her mom was so beautiful.

But then, so was Ann Trent… What a lucky girl she was… her father president of Parksburg Paper Mills… all of the luxury any girl could ever want. A beautiful home, cars, clothes and a wonderful younger brother… yet, when she thought about it, she couldn't help the strange feelings she had about them as a family. She'd never seen such closeness between sister and brother, or father and daughter. Even little Donnie Trent was always kissing his mother and putting his hands on her almost too affectionately. And lately, Ann had kept asking her to stay over for a night, but for some reason she hadn't wanted to. Of course, she and Ann had always been close, and secretly, both of them enjoyed the little bed-games they played in the darkness… like cuddling, kissing and feeling of each other… it always worked her up so… especially when Ann would massage her breasts, then put her head down between her legs and run her tongue through her pussy… God! Just the thought was getting her hot right at the moment.

Her mother's voice brought her back to reality. She must be talking on the phone, Nadine decided, suddenly aware that her own small hands were gently caressing her breasts and taunting their tiny, cherry-red nipples into hardness through the gauzy material of her shortie-nightie. She felt her face flush and forced her hands away from her self. Her mom's voice said: "Yes, Mr. Bovino. I'd like very much to talk to you… When? Late this afternoon? I have to be in the dining-room by six… Yes… fine, I'll be there, sir. Four-thirty. All right… and Mr. Bovino… thank you… Good bye…"

God, her mom had such a sultry voice, with only the slightest trace of accent. If only she could mimic it, what an asset that would be to her career. Her mom was so wonderful… so cool… Dear God, why hadn't Daddy ever seen that? How could he have ever preferred Shelly Granger over Mom? That must be what booze did to a person. Oh sure, she was young, but in God's truth, she looked older than her mother, and that was not an exaggeration. Not only that, but Shelly Granger was a bitch! Hadn't she heard Jamey and Shelly fighting and calling each other the vilest of names that very day when she'd actually seen her father and that redheaded witch strip naked in the woods and go at each other?

She was a bitch, all right, and her own father was no better. She was glad he was gone… dead… and that she'd never have to look at him again. Glad! Glad! He deserved to die… Now, he could look up from hell and watch his daughter become a star… damn him!

CHAPTER TWO

There were some compensations, Max Bovino thought, leaning back nakedly in the huge leather chair, his strong, hairy-legs obscenely spread apart with his feet on the ottoman, so that the long-haired, ash-blonde girl could kneel between them, with her pretty face poised directly above his thick, massive, long cock spreading up ponderously from his tensed, hair-covered loins. One didn't have to wait until night… which was stupid and habitual in the first place, he thought to himself, smiling salaciously. A blind man lived forever in darkness; therefore, it was logical to fuck and be sucked whenever one felt the urge… and it was damned seldom when he wasn't lasciviously so inspired.

"How's she look, Lonny?" he questioned in a guttural voice, reaching down to run his hand over the great harnessed animal that lay beside him. The dog, obedient to his master's slightest touch, raised his head high, and with open mouth and panting tongue barked loudly in response, appearing to grin up at the lovely, naked girl. The big-man made a lewd chuckling sound and patted the huge boxer's head affectionately. Then: "How about it, Silk? She look as good as usual?"

"It's Lily," the tall, scrawny man with a hawkish, pitted face and the fleshy clothes responded. "She hasn't changed, Boss," he added, sprawled in his chair with gaunt legs stretched out, a scotch-and-soda in his bony hand, his own prick lurching in covetous lust inside his shorts.

"You stupid sonofabitch! I know who she is!" the blind-man spat angrily. "It's the scene I want. What the hell do you think I keep you around for… your brains? Now, start painting word-pictures for me with that filthy voice of yours before I order Launcelot to rip your nuts off!"

Silk Weaver came quickly to attention. He'd overstepped his boundaries and knew it. He sat upright, stealing a first glance at the tremendous, broad-shouldered, seeing-eye boxer before drinking in the lewd sight of the luscious, kneeling blonde-girl who was gazing down with ever-growing excitement in her desire-filled green-eyes at the rock-hard shaft of oversized flesh jerking convulsively to the touch of her small, gently stroking hand.

"She's just the way you like 'em, Boss. You know, big, firm jutting tits… a round, warm, full ass, and a naked cunt. She shaves it, the way you told her to, and it looks almost like a new baby's bottom… really all right, Boss. It's a beauty…"

"What the hell d'you mean? You ever fucked around with her?" Max Bovino snapped, leaning forward in his chair.

An expression of fright clouded the voluptuous blonde's attractive face, causing her to look up quickly at the twisted, handsome features of the naked man whose massive prick she was lovingly massaging and caressing with her small white hands. God forbid, she thought! She'd rather be dead than let that slimy snake, Silk, lay his hands on her!

"Max, darling, you know I'd never let any man touch me again but you…" the girl, who was Lily Vance, assured him sincerely, pressing her lips warmly to the moist tip of his hardening shaft, her tiny pink tongue swiping at the little drop of lubricating fluid she had caused to seep out. Its poignant tang sent a ripple of delight through her own tingling loins and she gazed longingly up into his face, wishing the eyes behind the shaded glasses could see and read the truth in her own, and the pleasure that just being able to suck him brought her. God, she loved him.

"Shut up, bitch!" Max ordered. "Answer me, Silk? You ever fucked with her, eh?"

"Hell no, Boss."

"You sure?"

"Christ, Boss… you know me better than that. I wouldn't lie to you…"

"Godamn you, Silk, you'd lie to your dying mother… but I think I believe you," the big man growled, a bitter grin twisting his mouth. "You know better than to touch one of my broads, then expect me to let her suck my prick after you've dirtied her. Eh…? Don't you?"

"Sure, Boss… I understand."

Max grunted and slowly lay back in his chair once more. Lily almost sighed aloud in relief. Silk hated her because she'd refused his advances a dozen times; he'd vowed to get even… and for one brief moment she'd thought that time had come. Now, Silk was grinning over at her evilly, as if to say, "Just one word from me, baby, and you've had it… think about that…" She shifted nervously where she knelt.

Max Bovino felt his hardened cock losing its erection. The little moment of doubt hadn't done one damn thing for his libido; but just the thought of that slippery, scrawny bastard daring to lay a hand on his private harem was damned near enough to turn him off… and he'd come to enjoy the cunt, too… Angrily, he twisted Lonny's ear and the animal whimpered painfully.

"You lousy slut!" he snarled at the blonde, winding his hand brutally in her hair. "What in hell do you think you're here for, eh? Well?"

"T-To suck you, darling…" Lily whined, feeling the tears rushing to her eyes from his strong hand nearly-wrenching the hair from her scalp.

"Then, start sucking, cunt… before I get someone in here who knows how to handle a prick… and throw you over to Silk, there…"

Without another word, Lily grasped at the wilt mg penis, pulled back the thick, heavy foreskin until the great, blood-filled head was glisteningly naked, then slipped her warm full lips down over it hungrily, encompassing the huge knob inside her mouth to swirl her tongue around and tweak at the tiny split on the tips.

"Hell, Boss, you remember, Lily. She always sucks you best, you said," Silk spoke, upset now that he might have incurred his employer's bad graces. "She's the broad you said you liked to fuck the best, too. Remember? The one big Lonny there goes for…"

"Shut up, I know," the big man coughed, thrusting his loins up at the girl's face. "T-Think I'm stupid, like you? Just because I can't see, Silk… don't ever get any crazy ideas."

"Awwww, come on Boss. You know me better than that," the pitted faced one replied, half-smiling as he watched the voluptuous blonde sucking at the handsome blind-man's heavy cock with obvious desire. He saw her small white hands weighing his big, muscular employer's bloating balls with unashamed lust as she bobbed her head up and down over his prick. Her lush tits swayed beneath her excitingly, and her magnificent ass was thrust out behind. Christ, what an ass she had!

He knew well enough. He'd watched her out in the casino where the girls danced topless and bottomless, with no secret little hair-pieces strategically camouflaging their pussies; in fact, Max had ordered that she keep hers shaved clean, and what a sight that was when she swung into her Godamned dance, that thin little pink split twitching right before his eyes… Shit! The bitch knew how bad he wanted her, but she was playing her present status with the big-man right to the hilt. She figured she was in… well, Silk Weaver could wait… and then…

"Tell me, Silk!" Max Bovino barked, lifting his pelvis into the air toward Lily's grotesquely distorted, attractive face. "What's it look like?"

"Hell, Boss, it's wild! I can see the pink flesh of her mouth being pulled out and clinging to your prick as she sucks you! Her lips are tight and her eyes closed. That blonde hair of hers is all over her head, flailing every which way, from bobbing up and down, and her tits are jumping and swaying like crazy, her nipples a half inch long! She's wiggling her ass… I think she wants something shoved right up that hairless, pink cunt!"

Max Bovino felt his rod stiffen in her mouth with Silk's words. He grinned to himself licentiously and ran his sensitive fingertips down over her face to her clasping, sucking, moist lips and along his own prick. Then, he inserted one finger along side his shaft into the warm wetness of her small mouth and felt her tiny, excited tongue wrap around it and taunt it as if it were another cock fucking into her face, sending lewd sensations through his hand and up his arm to his brain. She began to moan and he said: "You want something in that hot cunt of yours, baby? Speak up if you do. Hurry… I like the idea… you're hitting me good, now."

"Mmmmmmmm," she hummed around his massive shaft and finger. "Mmmmmm hmmmmmmmm." Just the thought was enough to send wild sensations spiraling through her. She knew exactly what he meant, even recalled in a fleeting moment of memory how utterly horrified she'd been that first time, when she realized his intentions, yet had allowed herself to be subjugated and degraded in order that she might keep her job.

A twenty-one year old girl and an ex-addict, friendless, in a strange city, was apt to submit to most anything that meant security, she realized vaguely; but that was before she had fallen in love with Max Bovino and his beautiful Launcelot… before she had become hooked on sex, rather than heroin.

Max leaned forward in mounting lust, worked at loosening Lonny's harness momentarily, then, snapped: "Now, Sir Launcelot, you old whore-master! Go get her! Fuck her, Lonny! Now! Now!"

The great animal moved on command. He ran behind Lily as Max kicked the ottoman away and she raised her buttocks high in excited anticipation. Immediately, the brute raised up on his hind-legs, mounting her with fore-paws wrapped about her full, undulating hips, his strong hind-quarters moving in close between her soft spread thighs, shoving forward his long tapered cock, while Lily quickly plunged one hand down between her legs to guide the stiff, coral-hued, animal prick into her voraciously quivering slit. Furiously, the beast set to his task with ears flattened, his rump driving in rapid, jack-hammer thrusts, spreading her moist, pink pussy open wider and wider with every jolting plunge.

"Unh… unh… mmmmmmmm!" Lily moaned, the vibrations generating from her throat into Max's loins like a telegraphed message.

Christ! How he wished he could actually see it all… view it from every angle, the way it used to be in his plush Boston apartment when he was big-time… with mirrors all over the fucking bedroom and broads crying to get at his prick… the good old days before that lousy bastard had melted his eyeballs with acid… Sonofabitch! It wasn't any good to remember. Nothing was ever going to bring back his sight… but soon, he was going to have his revenge… after fifteen years… at least a part of it… and if he didn't get these thoughts out of his head right now, he was going to louse up his climax.

Hell, he didn't need to see, anyway! He could visualize! Those years in darkness had taught him more than the normal person could ever dream of!

Suddenly, the salaciousness of his imagined, depraved picture caused him to shove his loins up higher at Lily's face, and he envisioned her lips being drawn out contortedly, grasping at his cock as she sucked at it wantonly, while his dog Lonny fucked into her with his growing, long animal rod and she heaved her ass back toward it in wild tempoed fury.

He actually lifted his head and looked down at what he knew would be a lust-twisted face. His finger-tips lightly touched her mouth and his shaft, and he saw his hard spear of flesh completely absorbed between her ovaled lips, increasing his sensation a hundred times. He felt her massaging the soft, velvety skin of his balls tantalizingly with one hand, while her thumb and forefinger of the other stroked it's husky base, as she sucked rhythmically up and down. He could feel the softness of her tongue twirling maddeningly around it at the apex of her withdrawal, the tip flicking magically across the tiny split of the glans at its tip. He flexed his buttocks, his head still lifted, mentally watching the crown of her head bobbing up and down below, while simultaneously she would be working her buttocks in little gyrating circles and Lonny relentlessly hammered his long, still swelling cock into her with violent machine-like thrusts.

The whorish little slut… he knew how she loved that dog's mighty prick thundering up into her… they all did, once he let them in on the treat, but it was that first time that he, himself, liked best… the way they'd cringe and beg in shame, their Godamned tear-filled whimpers of horror as his powerful pet would mount 'em, then, lunge his long, tapered cock right up their flinching holes… giving him a sadistic charge like nothing else could. And momentarily, that thought inspired another… What the hell did the Sheldon broad want? Whatever, it was all right… maybe a little premature, but that was okay, too; he'd waited too long as it was. If he'd moved when he'd first found out for sure, he could have enjoyed complete, vindictive pleasure… now, he was going to have to settle for a half-measure… but he intended to milk that for all it was worth.

Silk had described the little China-doll to him, as only that perverted bastard could, setting his balls to churning just thinking about her, and for a moment, he imagined that it was the exquisite half-oriental bitch sucking his prick and that sent additional sensations of excitement whirling through his loins.

Lily sensed her employer's throbbing reactions and began to suck at his ever hardening cock a little harder, the tip of her small teeth digging gently into the hard resisting flesh, leaving tiny white trails where they had scraped the skin. God, she thought, he made her so happy, with just his cock in her mouth and Lonny's magnificent thick prick pounding into her seething vagina.

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 beast slammed into her, hard long strokes, his ever thickening cock caressing the smooth inner-walls of her cuntal channel. The pointed tip found its mark at her cervix, pummeling it hard, as it thrust deeper and deeper up into her with increasing bliss. The room had begun to swirl in a maze of delicious blinding, flashing colors, blending with the galvanic shocks that were jolting through her soft, white body to the core of her very soul.

She slipped her hands beneath Max's tense buttocks, cupping them in her small palms, pulling his loins up tighter to her face. Her tongue wiped around and around the swollen glans furiously, until Max Bovino felt it pushing near the bursting point, while she took near all of his rigid shaft as far back in her throat as was humanly possible.

Max wondered that the slut didn't choke, but she continued the maddening sucking on and on, as if his cock was some sort of idol of adoration to her. He thought of Susan Sheldon and all of the lewd things he intended to subject her to. He thought of himself, the great Max Bovino, ex-Mafioso, retired to this hick-city by the brother hood because of his blindness, ousted from his rightful place, denied millions of dollars because of a stupid vial of acid… and vicious hatred and revenge, mixed with sadistic anticipation caused great pools of heat to build in the depths of his bloated balls, while he visualized her face working above his sweating loins. He imagined the tiny rivulets of sweat rolling in thin droplets from the sides of her body as she bucked over him like a worshipper flipping into a religious spasm. The muscles of his middle-aged stomach tightened until he was sure they would snap from the pressure as he arched his back up out of the chair, shoving even further between the moistness of her full lips.

Silk watched with lust-filled little eyes, his pants-front open now, and his rock-hard cock in his hand, while Lily Vance's wet mouth clasped greedily around his boss' thick white prick sawing upward into her lovely salaciously contorted, face. Excitedly, he hammered at himself and watched the thin, tensile rim of her lips clinging to the rod as though held there by some unseen force. It was too much, the way the bitch was sucking and licking the big-man's massive prick, as if it were some phenomenon she'd never before had in her mouth, cupping and squeezing at his inflated balls with both hands, white fluid seeping from the corners of her mouth in tiny dribbles as she reveled in the debasement of mouth-fucking him, a masochistic light gleaming in her desire glazed eyes, while Launcelot's tongue hung loosely from his mouth and he pounded into her waving ass from behind. Saliva dripped from the animal tongue onto the coated film of sweat covering her back, and Silk heard her begin to grunt and groan as he pumped harder at his own organ and reached for the handkerchief in his pocket, a wild tingling beginning to gnaw at his own testicles.

Max heard his own strangling noises forcing their way up from his lungs through the tortured passages of his gullet. Shit, he was going to cum! This was when he wished he could see! Godamn! He writhed his hips furiously. He seemed to be standing on his head! He imagined her lovely face working, the lips sucking, his prick throbbing, his body straining… Now! NOW!

"Suck it you cunt! I'm cumming!" he choked gutturally at her. "Suck it hard! Hard!"

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 receptive throat as she gulped, swallowed, swallowed, gulped, greedily sucking on and on in obvious frenzy while his great load continued to gush into her mouth and his hands clutched at her head, pressing it hard down onto his prick.

Lily thrust her ass back at the panting dog's beautifully expanded cock buffeting into her in flamed 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 chokingly at Max's jerking prick in her throat while the tiny sphincter muscle of her asshole clenched and opened in sympathetic spasms. Her lush buttocks flexed to tensed hardness when her orgasm hit. She gurgled a wailing scream deep in her chest and the building pressure inside her unleashed in the moment she had been waiting for.

Silk Weaver gaped at the sight with wild perverted lust as Lily's white rounded buttocks began contracting uncontrollably, indicating the orgiastic upheaval deep in her quivering belly, and he jumped from his chair to get closer, his own lurching member getting ready to belch its load into the handkerchief he held before its knob, its pulsating head an angry purple from the pumping punishment of his clutching hand. Then, he saw the thick white animal sperm oozing from the lips of her naked, grasping cunt, pulling and milking at the prick of the dog, forming thin trickles of the viscid fluid to run in obscene rivulets down the ivory columns of her soft, inner thighs. Her backside glistened as the great beast's rod lost its strength and slipped out of her with a hissing, slurping sound, while his own climax racked his bony frame and the nozzle of his prick jetted its emission into the waiting handkerchief.

Max Bovino let off a long sigh and he slumped into the softness of his chair, his cock deflating in the slut's throat and mouth while she went on gently nibbling and sucking at it, vacuuming every last drop of his warm, slippery fluid, then licking him dry to his total satisfaction. Finally, he pushed her away in disgust.

"All right, all right, for Christ's sake… get out of here, bitch," he growled angrily. "Enough of you is too much. Get rid of her, Silk. She makes me sick… and bring me a robe."

"Sure, Boss," the pitted-faced lieutenant said, tucking his own member away and zipping up his pants.

He watched Lily slip into her robe and knot the belt around her slender waist, at the same time trying to shake her hair into place with a wagging gesture of her pretty head, carefully avoiding the scrawny man's vicious little eyes. Then, he grasped her arm tightly and led her toward the door of the luxurious fortress-like suite that made up the entire third-floor of the Diamond Dell.

"Take your hands off me, snake!" she hissed at him under her breath, her cringing hatred obvious in her narrowed, tear-dampened green-eyes.

Silk leered at her evilly. "Cunt!" he whispered viciously between clenched teeth. Then, at the door, he added: "He's just about had his fill of you… then, it'll be my turn, bitch."

Lily's mouth fell slightly open as she realized what he'd said carried an unwanted horrible ring of truth. She had sensed it this time, too! Max was tiring of her! Dear God… and she'd let herself come to love him! Wh-What was to happen to her then? N-Not this filthy reptile! Never! She'd kill herself first.

Silk made an almost viperish little laugh and plunged his hand inside her wrap to clutch cruelly at her soft, rotund breast, squeezing and twisting at the tender nipple brutally before she actually realized what had happened. She gasped aloud, sucking in her breath sharply from the pain.

"What the hell's going on?" Max shouted. "I told you to get me a robe and get rid of that cunt!"

"Sure, Boss, right away," Silk said, grinning at her. Then, to Lily: "Maybe tonight, bitch, eh? I'll come to your place after the show and let you suck me."

"Never!" Lily rasped. "I'd die first!"

Silk shrugged. "Maybe that can be arranged too. Eh? Meantime, better get to your dressing room with the rest of the pigs. You go on in a few minutes."

"I-If you ever touch me, I'll tell him, Silk! I swear I will!" she warned, her face twisted with loathing fear. "He'll kill you…!"

"We'll see," the thin man replied, his evil leer never leaving his hawk-like face. "We'll see… won't we, baby…"

When he sat like that, staring off at nothing, his face almost a blank, Max Bovino gave Silk Weaver little gremlins in his belly. Ordinarily, you could see a guy's eyes and maybe figure some about what he was thinking. With Max Bovino, those dead slugs jerking in his head behind the dark glasses, you couldn't tell anything. He was expressionless.

Silk watched him, admiration for the handsome, broad-shouldered man in his small eyes. He was the perfect cut of the big-time, all right, the way he'd always pictured them, and just the manner he held his martini-glass… you could tell… if you knew anything at all, you could tell. Maybe, he was fifty… fifty-two, Silk wasn't sure, but one thing… he'd been there, on top of the heap, before the Godamned Boston Fintzerwold mob had made runny grape-pulp out of his eyes. And he'd bet his ass that Max had been tough… but then, the syndicate had put him out to pasture, setting him up in this jerk-water city for old-times sake when Max told them he'd picked a place… probably laughing up their safety deposit boxes, but the big-boy knew what he was doing. In less than a year, he fixed himself up strong, both politically and socially, playing all the angles perfectly. Hell, all a guy had to do was take a stroll through the casino during prime evening time to catch the elite with a fistful of chips and agog-eyed over the fixed roulette wheel… say nothing of the lawyers, judges, or city and state officials eagerly tossing the shaved dice. The big-man greased the right palms.

It was a fucking joke, that's what it was, and Max Bovino was pocketing the last laughs in healthy Swiss bank numbers. Not only that, but now his boss was about to satisfy the biggest unwanted debt in his life… the loss of his sight, and you had to give a guy credit for never giving up. That was Max Bovino, all right: that was the big-man, himself. He just wished that Max had listened to him before; then he would've had it all… full portion. Instead, Max had been contented to wait, like a man sipping rare-vintage wine, as he'd put it, just savoring the taste for awhile before he guzzled down the whole Godamned bottle. Anyway, that'd cost him; now he was going to have to get his charge from a half-bottle… Someone had already tapped the jug.

Silk swallowed at his scotch-soda and watched the big-man's blank face. What the hell, he thought, he had no complaints. Max had dragged him out of a New York gutter and lined his pockets with velvet, the way he'd never dreamed. Sure, he was a stooge… so what? If Max said, shit… he dropped his pants… and why not? The man paid. In the meantime, he, Silvan Weaver, learned… and in two years a guy learned a hell of a lot with Max Bovino for a teacher.

Booze, money, broads… what the hell else was there? He had 'em all; no broken-down bitches either, but sweet, tender little cunts like Lily Vance, once, the big-boy finished with them… and there wasn't much question but what he'd had it with her, Silk felt certain. The stuck-up little bitch, how she was going to wish she'd treated old Silk just a little kinder before this night was over. He snickered to himself as he thought of a few of the things he intended to do to her…

"What the devil are you simpering about, Silk?" Max snapped, without looking in his direction. Lonny, harnessed, and at his master's feet, growled in the scrawny man's direction at the mere tone of the blind-man's voice.

"Nothing, Boss. I-I was just…"

"Shut up and listen to me. I want you to deliver a message," Max cut him short. "Drive out to Quarrysite and tell that punk actor that I've waited long enough. Tell him I'm giving him… say, seventy-two hours to come up with the eighty-five grand he owes me… or I'm going to mount his nuts over my mantelpiece. Tell him I don't like guys who welch on their gambling debts and if you have to emphasize a few points, do it. Understand?"

"Gotcha, Boss," Silk replied, grinning sadistically.

"But… don't rough him bad, eh?" Max added, leaning back and sipping at his martini. "I don't want to louse anything up… I think I've got a pretty one going here. Maybe you better take Lou and Burke with you."

"Sure thing, Boss. Whatever you say."

"What time is it?"

Silk glanced at the diamond-studded watch on his thin wrist. "Four," he replied.

Max nodded and smiled. "Good. The Sheldon dame is due anytime."

"You want me here when she comes?" Silk questioned.

"No, that won't be necessary…" Then, on second thought: "Yeah… maybe for a few minutes, Silk. I want to taunt her a little. You can help me there." He pondered momentarily. "You're sure about her playing around with this Halo punk."

"Hell, yes," Silk answered. "No question about it. That's where he went last night… to her new place downtown."

"Good! Beautiful! Couldn't be better," the big-man said, running a hand over his heavy shock of greying, waved hair. He smiled to himself in his darkened world, then, held out his empty glass. "Get me another drink."

Silk moved quickly, taking the empty glass to the bar and refilling it. Max said to him: "Think maybe I'll let you have Lily, Silk. I don't believe there'll be room for her on my schedule anymore… after I meet Susan Sheldon, eh?" He chuckled lewdly to himself. "You like that?"

Silk swallowed tightly. "Sure… you bet I do, Boss. She's kind of… my type… if you know what I mean."

"Yeah? Well… I knew there was something about her that disgusted me. Come on, hurry with that drink for Chris'sake."

"Sorry, Boss," Silk said, placing it into his big hand. "Ahhhh… is that official? I mean, like tonight, maybe… me and Lily?"

Max laughed, looking straight ahead at nothing. "Suit yourself, boy. The cunt doesn't interest me any longer." He sipped at his drink. "Now… tell me again what Susan Sheldon looks like… and don't forget her kid…"

CHAPTER THREE

Susan wasn't surprised at her nervousness; in fact, she had expected it. She had spoken to Max Bovino only once before that morning on the telephone, and that had been when she'd served him one evening in the dining room. He customarily took his meals in his apartment and few of the employees on the first-floor ever got to see him. She didn't know if it was the same up in the casino, but imagined that it might be. His operating staff was extremely efficient, everyone answerable to someone else, just as she was subordinate to Mr. Blanchette, the Maitre d', and there seemed little need for any direct contact with his working people by the blind owner.

Susan couldn't help but wonder if she was doing the right thing, not going through channels, but calling him directly the way she had. After all, if her being transferred upstairs didn't materialize, Mr. Blanchette could make things unpleasant for going over his head. Well… it was a little late to be thinking about that now, wasn't it? She'd already made her move… and in five-minutes she was due for their appointment. At least, the big, handsome man had sounded quite receptive, not at all upset that she'd called him; she could only hope and keep her fingers crossed. God knows, she needed the additional money bad enough, with all of her plans for Nadine… and she could hardly make ends meet now, as it was.

She drove the ancient modeled Ford a little faster than she liked to with its smooth tires, speeding along Elmhurst Road toward the out skirts of the city where the old and beautiful three-storied plantation-type structure sat a half-mile back from the highway amidst well-kept, breathtaking grounds of giant elms, maples and weeping willow trees, along with fantastic gardens of flowers and shrubs. It had once been the home of Elliot Thackery Parks, the original settler of Parksburg, and when his last descendant, Anna Marie Parks, had passed away at eighty-seven some two-years before, Max Bovino had managed to acquire the property right out of the hands of the city fathers, who, as rumor had it, intended to establish an historical shrine there.

Susan found herself smiling in thought. It was a wonder the magnificent old place wasn't crawling with the enraged ghosts of its illustrious, one time occupants… the use it had finally come to… with the gambling, drinking, and nude dancing that took place in the casino. She had never actually seen the dancing going on, but she'd heard stories of its outright lewdness from the other waitresses, and she had seen some of the beautiful dancers, such as Lily Vance. Not that she was any prude, and she was well aware that bottomless-topless shows were all the rage even in the beer taverns, but some of the antics, props and performances that supposedly went on in entertainment of Parksburg's elite jet-set was enough to cause any normal girl to blush. Self-consciously, she felt her own cheeks flushing as she brought the Ford to a halt in the parking area, checked her sparse makeup in the rear-view mirror, then hopped out. Maybe it would be just as well if she embarrassed herself more often… it added a little color to her face. She was altogether too white-skinned anyway, she was thinking, as she walked to the side entrance and nervously took the private elevator to Mr. Bovino's apartment.

The enchanting luxury of his secluded and almost impregnable suite near overwhelmed Susan. She had expected to view plush surroundings, but nothing quite so elaborate and splendid. The man they called Silk, an evilly lecherous, smirking individual, who invariably caused a cold clamminess to creep over her whenever she saw him, met her at the door and ushered her inside to a study-like room where the reputedly notorious, blind owner sat in a huge leather chair, with his beautiful and massive seeing-eye dog seated at his feet. Max Bovino was wearing an expensive wine-colored, satin dressing-gown with very little obviously beneath it, the matted greying hair on his powerful chest in plain view above the crossed black lapels of his robe. He wore bedroom slippers, his feet propped on a large ottoman, and she saw his hairy, naked legs almost to his muscular thighs before she caught herself, jerking her eyes up to his handsome, square face that seemed to be gazing off blankly at nothing.

"This is her, Boss… Susan Sheldon," Silk said, his small eyes raking her up and down licentiously.

"Well… how do you do, Susan," Max Bovino greeted in his guttural voice, his chin high and not facing her. "Come over here and sit in this chair near me where we can talk."

"Th-Thank you," Susan managed, astonished and embarrassed at her employer's near-nakedness, as well as frightened by Silk Weaver's salacious little eyes that continued to undress her. Somehow, she folded down onto the edge of the chair that rested by the ottoman, facing the blind man, and she was near enough to reach down and pet Launcelot's great head. This, she did, to the animal's seeming delight. "What a beautiful dog," she said. "What's his name?"

"Sir Launcelot, but we call him Lonny," Max Bovino replied. "He evidently likes you… other wise he would've growled when you petted him."

Susan looked up quickly at the big-man, wondering how he had known that she had touched the animal, and as if he'd anticipated her unasked question, he said: "My hearing, my taste, my touch… all of a blind-man's remaining senses form an alliance and work together to compensate for the loss of his sight." He smiled, showing handsome, square white teeth. "The doctors told me that, Susan… but I figure it to be instinct. Anyway, what can I do for you?"

Silk had walked to a chair dropping into it off to her right, and without looking in his direction, Susan knew that he was still mentally stripping the clothes from her body. She had to steel her self to keep from jumping up and running from the room… then, Max Bovino shifted his muscular body in the chair and from where she sat she could actually see his flaccid genitals, exposed to her shocked eyes beneath the partly opened dressing gown! Good Lord! She had never felt so embarrassed in her life…

"Well…?" Max pressed. "You didn't come here just to pay me a social visit, did you, Susan?" He chuckled. "Not that I don't appreciate pretty visitors, you understand… eh, Silk?"

The scrawny man snickered lewdly. "You bet, Boss… and she's a pretty one, all right… a real China-doll."

Susan stared from one to the other, completely taken aback by their sudden and unexpected remarks. She hardly knew whether to regard them as affrontive or not… the whole unbelievable scene… his sitting there before her exhibiting his naked organs with a seeming unawareness or was he unaware? Where was that alliance of senses he'd just spoken of? And this other slimy creature with his lust-filled eyes and obscene smile.

Dear God… what had she walked into?

"P-Perhaps, I've made a mistake," Susan heard herself say as she got to her feet. "I can find my own way out, Mr. Bovino."

"Just a minute," Max snapped, leaning forward in his chair. "Let's not be in any Godamned rush, Mrs. Sheldon, eh? People who come to see me don't leave until I say so. It isn't polite… if you know what I mean. Okay?"

Momentarily, Susan felt her breath hitch in her throat. Silk had gotten to his feet and walked over behind her… between the door and herself. She had no idea what was happening, but something had suddenly taken a wrong turn. She stared at the blind-man, her lips slightly parted forebodingly. Finally, she managed to say: "I-I don't under understand, Mr. Bovino."

The big-man lay back and once more she could see his large, limp male member hanging down to the cushion of the chair over his hair-covered testicles and she swallowed in red-faced disconcertion.

"You work downstairs in the dining room, don't you?" he questioned.

"Y-Yes, I do."

"How long you been there?"

"Over a year… some fourteen months," she replied, running her tiny tongue over the delicate line of her upper lip habitually.

"Humph… while your husband was still alive, eh? Before he killed himself, that right?" Max tossed at her.

His words bore an acridness that seemed unnecessary to Susan, yet, he'd said nothing wrong. She answered with an affirmative nod of her head, then remembered that he couldn't see. "Y-Yes," she said, "He's only been dead two-months."

"What the hell did he kill himself for?" the blind-man questioned. "Yellow, or something?"

Susan gaped at him in amazed spontaneous rage. "I-I beg your pardon? Lis-Listen to me, Mr. Bovino. I-I didn't come here to be insulted or to have the memory of my husband insulted either!" she spat, tears, clouding her eyes. "Now, if you'll tell this… this creep behind me to get out of my way, I'll leave here…"

Max began to laugh uproariously, and as he laughed, Susan could see his huge flaccid member between his hairy thighs jiggle with the effort. Then, he said: "You hit it right on the head, sweetheart… creep. I like that, Silk." He continued to laugh while the scrawny man's eyes narrowed menacingly. Susan turned to read the hatred there and cringed before them, immediately sorry that she'd lost her self-control. Then, the big-man said: "But you're not going anyplace yet, baby… not 'til you and me finish our business. Now, come back here and sit down… if you want that job."

Once more, Max Bovino lay back in his chair, his crotch completely exposed now, and Susan stared at him in utter disbelief. She had convinced herself that he was entirely aware of his displayed genitals, and perhaps in some obscene way was satisfying a sexual craving, much as any exhibitionist… But if she could get the job… this was the important thing to her… certainly, she'd seen masculine organs in every state they could assume… whatever he was trying to accomplish for himself, sensual or otherwise, she'd be a fool to turn and run. God knows, she needed that job; she had to think of Nadine! Her sweet darling was all that counted… Slowly, she walked back to the chair and seated herself, trying desperately to avert her eyes from his great, limp member.

"A-All right, Mr. Bovino… I'm here," she said evenly. "And, and I'd like to be moved upstairs in the casino to work."

"Hmmm, I see. In what capacity?"

"Cocktail waitress."

"Why?"

"I need the additional money," Susan replied. "I have to make more than a hundred dollars a week, and that's all I can earn in the dining room."

The big-man nodded his head in supposed understanding. "What do the cocktail-girls make?"

"Sometimes, a hundred-and-fifty."

Max Bovino massaged his square chin with a big hand while Susan struggled to keep her level of vision away from his completely exposed loins. For a moment, she thought she heard Silk sniggering behind her, but she didn't dare to turn and see for certain. Let the foul pervert revel in his obscene world, and this lurid man along with him… if she could gain what she'd come for, that's all she wanted…

"How about three-hundred-and fifty a week for starters, Susan?" Max said suddenly. "Does that sound like a figure that might interest you?"

"Wh-What…? Th-Three hundred and…" Susan repeated, his words making no sense what ever to her. "Y-You mean, three-hundred-and-fifty dollars…? Every week?"

"Just for starters, baby," Max said, grinning. "And as you progress, so does the loot."

Something had to be radically wrong. She was certain that she'd heard him correctly, yet, the figure he'd quoted was absolutely too far-fetched for any cocktail waitress.

"Well?"

"I-I… just don't understand, Mr. Bovino…"

He grinned, but he was looking more over her head than at her. "Tell me, baby," he said, "does my cock scare you?"

He might have had Silk Weaver strike her on the head, or the dog attack her… dear God, she was certain that the shock wouldn't have been greater than his words!

"Well… why the hell don't you answer?" he snapped. "Does my bare cock and balls hanging there before your eyes frighten you? Answer me!"

"M-My God! Y-You're sick!" Susan heard her self exclaim, the sound of the lewd words he had used still racing wildly through her brain. "You have to be! Wh-What do you think I am, any way? Some filthy slut off the street that you can drag in here and subject…"

"I didn't drag anybody in here, baby!" Max growled viciously. "Now, you just get that in your little head, eh? You came to me! You're asking the favors! You need the money! Now… Godamn you… I'm going to see that you get it… but you're going to earn it, every dime of it… right downstairs in the casino dancing bare-assed, sweetheart, for all of my high-paying guests… dancing and fucking yourself with the dildos and anything else I can dream up, while the whole Godamned world watches… otherwise," he leaned forward until Susan could see the flecks of enraged spittle at the corners of his mouth, "other wise… I'm going to hang your actor-lover, Jamey Halo, right up by his prick… then, feed that lush-assed daughter of yours to my lieutenant… Mr. Weaver, here! Now, how does that program strike you, baby?"

Susan nearly fell sideways off the chair from the mental force of his unbelievable word-filth, let alone their horrifying meaning. She tried to get to her feet, but her head was reeling… the room spun before her, and faintly, she heard her self cry out as little animalish whimpers seemed to sweep up from the floor and envelope her into darkness.

She might have remained unconscious for five minutes, Susan wasn't certain. But as her senses reached her, she lay unmoving and listened. It began to return and the voices in the room was easier than acknowledging the nausea that was trying to overpower her. She lay deathly still on the davenport where someone had lifted her… probably Silk, and she shuddered at the thought, her eyes closed, her ears wide-open to every syllable they spoke. Dear God, she thought in mounting terror, somehow, she had placed her self and all of her loved-ones in unbelievable danger. But why? Why…?

"Tell me again what she looks like, Silk," Max Bovino's guttural voice came to her. "And tell me good."

"Hell, Boss, she's absolutely a dream. Of course, I ain't seen her naked yet, but she's got the most beautiful face you ever pictured."

"You said there was some oriental strain there," the big-man put in anxiously. "I always went for them Godamned slant-eyes. They say that they're taught how to please a man from the time they learn to walk. Hurry up, tell me, has she got that look?"

"Yeah… shit, like a Goddess or something. Tiny bones in her face and hands, and great big almond-shaped, dark, slanting eyes… skin like white tissue-paper… you can see the tiny blue veins right through it. And long, shiny black hair that hangs almost to her ass, Boss, only she'd got it all piled up on top for working in the dining-room. Christ! Her tits stick right out straight… firm, full ones, too, and I've never seen such legs in my fucking life… I mean, what I can see of 'em… honest, Boss, never! But I could tell you better if you'd let me strip her…"

"No! I told you no, damnit! She'll take her own clothes off!" Max barked. "She'll take 'em off and be Godamned glad to! She'll fuck and suck me and be Godamned glad to! Because she belongs to me, Silk, you understand? In place of these eyes that husband of hers and his brother took from me that night in Boston! Damn little to pay for a man's eyes, but it's the best I can get… she and her daughter… and I intend to have 'em both!"

"What about Halo?" Susan's whirling brain registered Silk Weaver's question as she tried to control her emotions with the sheer panic that was rapidly building inside her. Mother of God… She had to keep her wits! "You want me to take care of him now, Boss?"

"No… I've changed my mind. First, I want to see how she reacts. If she's agreeable… plays along, then, maybe I'll give Halo a break. Hell, I don't need his eighty-five grand; I just don't like a welsher is all. He'll pay eventually… and come back to gamble some more… those suckers always do. But… if she doesn't play ball, then, you go work the TV genius over, and good, you hear?"

"Yeah, Boss. I hear."

Susan could no longer keep her eyes closed, but the full horrible meaning of their dialogue was yet to be inscribed clearly in her fear-stricken mind. She felt the muscles of her stomach tense and a clamminess creep the length of her spine as the blind, ex-mobster said: "You know something, Silk? This doll moves me. I like her sexy voice… and Lonny took to her right away. If… I say, if… she treats me right, well… hell, I might even set her up here with me. She's got class, all right, I can tell 'em when they got class. But I can't imagine how that punk she married ever reached her… Look, how is she, anyway? She ought to be coming around by now."

Susan might have screamed, but she was too frightened and qualmish of stomach to raise a sound. Instead, she looked in wide-eyed trepidation up at the leering, hawk-like face of Silk Weaver.

"Yeah… the little. bird's woke up, Boss," the thin man advised, his small, lecherous eyes crawling over her once more with lust-filled hunger. "Only, she looks like she might've seen a ghost or something…"

"Shut up," the big-man ordered, getting to his feet and tightening his robe about him.

Without looking directly at him, Susan saw Max take hold of Lonny's harness, the trained animal immediately moving erect to guide its master across the room to where she lay near petrified with ever-growing, dreaded fear.

"Get her a brandy," Max said to his lieutenant, standing a few feet off and looking down in her general direction. "So… how long you been awake?"

It seemed an effort to speak, but finally she managed: "I-I don't know."

"You been listening to us talk?"

"N-No…"

"You're lying… but it doesn't make any difference," Max said, gutturally. "How d'you feel?"

"Sick. I must… must've fainted…"

"You did," said Max. Then, to Silk: "Hurry with that brandy."

Slowly, Susan raised up and swung her feet to the floor, her head whirling like a pool of water being sucked down a drain, her stomach a nauseous void of knotted emptiness. For a moment, she feared that she would retch, then Silk brought the brandy and she sipped at it, the amberish liquid burning her mouth and throat as she swallowed… bracing her almost immediately as its warmth spread through her belly, reviving her strength. Her mind raced desperately as she continued to feign weakness.

Dear God in heaven! What kind of a nightmare is this? It can't be happening… it just can't! Nothing makes sense… They're mad… sex perverts… that's it! I've got to get out of here… some way… somehow… get to the police… If only the other man weren't here… I might have a chance with Max Bovino's blindness.

It was probably a useless tactic, Susan thought, looking up at the blind ex-Mafioso, but she'd begun to cling at straws. She said: "Must he stay here? My God, his eyes are like wet eels crawling over me… Please… make him leave."

Max Bovino grinned as he stood very erect, looking off at nothing. "You heard her, Silk, get out."

"But, Boss…?" the pitted-faced one protested, his vicious eyes narrowing savagely and spitting their venomous rage at Susan.

"I said scram! Beat it! Split, damnit!" Max growled. "The doll and I want a little privacy, understand?"

He obeyed, but not before he'd bestowed one last hate-filled grimace in her direction. Then, when they were alone, Max moved forward with Lonny's precise assistance, and seated himself on the davenport beside her, some two-feet separating them.

"I know you heard just about everything we had to say, baby," Max said, matter-of-factly. "The average fainting spell lasts a minute, maybe two, and sometimes three… you laid here for damn near ten. My instincts are wild, doll." He grinned, not unhandsomely. "You listened… and I wanted you to… now, you're going crazy inside, eh? You even figured if I sent Silk away that you might be able to make a break for it. Right?" He chuckled. "Well now… hear me good, Susie-girl… I say one word to Sir Launcelot, here, and he'd be right at your throat. You couldn't get across the room. On the other hand, should you decide to belt me with something, or try any other little trick, I wouldn't have to say that word… he'd tear you apart. Is that all nice and clear?"

Susan shuddered and looked down at the massive animal lying obediently at it's master's feet, while Max's deep, menacing voice quickly shattered her crude plan. Subconsciously, she raised the remainder of the brandy to her lips and drained it, once more, welcoming its reviving warmth in her trembling belly. Dear God… what now?

"Why… why are you doing this to me?" she heard her voice question. "I-I've never hurt you, Mr. Bovino."

"No…" he interrupted. "No, you haven't but your husband's brother did! Luke Sheldon… he took a contract from a man named Gruen Fintzerwold for $5000… not to kill me… that wouldn't been too merciful… but to blind me with a vial of acid, which he did. And that night, sweetheart, your husband, Cal Sheldon, drove the car for him…"

"No! No, you're insane! Cal? My God, he could never do such a thing!" Susan gasped at him and his unbelievable accusations. "He had his faults, but… but, dear God, he'd never take part in such a horrible thing…"

"Shut up and listen!" he barked savagely at her. "You think I'm a fool? Oh no, baby. I know what I'm talking about. There were witnesses-guests in my home who saw and described the attacker as Luke Sheldon, a small time hood; then, there was a little squealer in the Fintzerwold mob whose tongue babbled more and more everytime we broke a finger or toe, then hacked it off with a meat-cleaver. There's something about that particular treatment, doll, that makes a man tell things he never realized he remembered."

"Oh, my… my God!" Susan exclaimed, her stomach revulsing at the mere thought of such horror. "Y-You're a mad man…!"

"And worse!" he added, cutting short her words. "But with damn good reason, baby… the very best in the world…" He raised both hands and pointed toward his eyes, his mouth twisted cruelly. "These!"

Susan stared at him; he hadn't removed his glasses and she hoped he wouldn't. She could only imagine the hideous sight they concealed.

"Now," he went on, "I want you to remember a winter's night in 1954… Boston… you lay in a hospital bed. Think. January 6th… think, baby, think!"

She didn't have to think. The date struck an immediate chord… it was Nadine's birthday! She had lain alone in her pain… Cal had gone somewhere; she, the nurses… no one knew where… then, she had delivered… Twenty-four hours later, he'd dragged her from her bed, his face pale and twisted in a panic that had never seemed to leave him again, and they'd raced through the night while she had held their infant girl tight to her breast… Oh… oh God, no, no, no!

"My instinct tells me that you're convinced at last," said Max in a low, guttural voice. "But now, you're beginning to wonder why you should have to pay for what that lousy bastard you were married to, did. Right?"

"Y-You must believe me, I had no idea," Susan said, her voice hardly audible in her shock. "I-I swear it…"

"Maybe," said Max, unmoved. "I wouldn't know about that… nor do I give a damn. But I've already made one mistake, and I don't intend to make another. When I found Cal Sheldon, I should've taken care of him right then, instead of just sitting here dreaming about all the satisfaction I was going to get out of watching him suffer, once I decided the most painful way to kill him… Now, the bastard's dead… killed himself… cheated me… Maybe, he was even wise to my being after him… I don't know that for sure, either… but I do know this much, baby, you're not going to get away from me… not unless you want your luscious little girl to wind up on the end of Silk Weaver's ugly prick, or your lover-boy, Halo's, balls served up to you on a platter."

Susan stiffened as if she had been submerged in ice-water. Her mouth fell loosely open and her eyes widened in horrified disbelief, his casual use of the foul words and abominable threats knifing through her as she began to realize his appalling, vindictive sincerity and her own helplessness against him. Dear God, she would willingly give her life to protect her baby, and… and yes, even to save Jamey… but…

"Wh-What has Jamey Halo done to you?" she questioned, unsteadily.

"He owes me," Max replied. "Eighty-five grand he lost on my tables and now he's welshing. I always collect what's coming to me, doll… one way or another. Somebody's got to pay. It's the way I was brought up."

"Jamey Halo is just a boy. He's only nineteen, not even legally of age," Susan tried. "You can't hold him to…"

"That's why I'm holding you instead, sweetheart," Max snapped, cutting her short. "Not that I give a damn how old he is; he'll pay, or else… But you see, I know how it is between you and him." He broke into a slow, lewd grin. "Looks like you were educating that cock of his behind your husband's back all the time you were living on his estate."

Susan felt her face flushing in confused, frightened anger. "That's a lie!" she spat. "There's never been anything like that between Jamey and me."

Max Bovino shrugged, still grinning. "Good," he said. "I don't like other men fucking my women anyway."

He went on spewing his foul language, the very sound of the vile words she had hardly, if ever, heard uttered before, sending waves of shocked repulsion racing through her brain; but mostly, was she cringing from his flagrant claim upon her… his woman! Dear God…

"Just a few things I want you to remember," Max Bovino was saying to her, and she found herself listening with fearful attention. "I'll let you go on living where you are until I make up my mind for certain about you. But you'll see no more of that punk, Halo, 'cause if you do, then I'll have to send Silk and a couple of boys to pay him a visit… one that I'm sure he won't forget right away. Meantime, you be nice and I'll let his debt ride awhile… give him a chance to raise the money. Clear?"

"I-I hear you… but…"

"There's no Godamned buts, doll," he snapped, leaning forward angrily. "Not if you know what's good for you and all concerned, eh?" He paused a moment, as if waiting for his warning to sink in, then: "As for your kid… she'll be safe. No one will harm her; I promise that. Besides, she'll win that contest Monday night… and don't rack your brain wondering how I know about it… because I sponsored it," he chuckled. "A little civic promotion goes a long ways in a burg like this. Just take my word for it, your little Nadine will cop all the ribbons, plus the five-grand cash that goes with it… Now… does that please you?"

Susan couldn't help the one elating feeling his last few statements sent through her. Even if the contest was rigged, she didn't care as long as Nadine was the winner… and all of that money… With that she could get her away from here, out of their evil reach! Somehow, she would contact Jamey; he would help!

"Now, for you, my little China-doll," he said, grinning. licentiously, "you're basic function will be to satisfy my sexual needs and wants, eh?"

Susan didn't answer; she couldn't speak; but with every passing second the vague realization that she was trapped was becoming more and more evident to her. It was either she, herself… or both Nadine and Jamey… and undoubtedly her in the end, too. Dear God, what could she do? who could she turn to? There was no one… and she was not fool enough to believe that she could go to the police with such a story. No crime had been committed… not yet… and after, it would be too late…

"Wh-What else do you expect of me?" Susan questioned, hardly believing the sound of her own voice.

Max Bovino smiled delightedly. "You'll dance downstairs in the casino," he said. "You'll be my new star and I'll call you… Su… Su Lyn, the China-doll… yeah, I like that… Su Lyn, the China-doll. But you won't perform any of the fuck stuff… that is, as long's you please me. We'll leave that for the other cunts. You'll just do a nice sexy dance that'll make every male in the joint walk around with a hard on, eh?"

Even with all of the foul and vile things he was saying to her, plus the lascivious performance he expected her to give right in public and before people she knew, Susan couldn't help the near-prurient sensations his deep voice sent through her as he casually spoke the lewd four-letter words and visualized the graphic scene each one depicted in her brain. Good Lord, what was happening to her, anyway? She was actually losing her abhorrence of him! Or was it her baby's future, and both Nadine's and Jamey's safety that she realized she was purchasing with her own body, giving her the courage and strength to go on with it.

"And now, my little lotus-blossom," he said, reaching down and petting Lonny's massive head, "I want to see you… naked." He grinned salaciously. "Kind of an… audition, we'll call it, eh? After all, I can't very well give you top-billing until I see what you look like, now can I?"

Susan gave a little start, his use of the word – forgetting the licentiousness of his, now, lust-filled expression – but, his very use of the word see, surprising her. It also instigated a new confidence that she welcomed within, for in God's holy name, she could never simply undress before him, or any man, except her dead and buried Cal… not with the blas' wantonness she knew he expected. But the fact that he could not see her, she realized, was even going to make this possible.

Slowly, she got to her feet. She was wearing a white blouse and her black waitress skirt. She must think of what she was doing as if she were alone in the room, perhaps at home in her own bedroom… and she was doing it for Nadine… for Jamey. Her slender fingers went to the buttons of her blouse and began to unbutton them. She looked down into the great dog's deep brown eyes that were staring up at her. Max Bovino had not moved, but she knew that he was aware of her every movement.

Suddenly, he said: "Come over here closer, baby… I want to get used to having you near me."

Hesitantly, but forcing herself, Susan responded, moving within his reach. Then, she felt his big hand on her leg beneath her skirt, but only an inch or so above her nylon covered knee. She steeled herself to his touch, visualizing the beautiful face of Nadine in her mind… then, she removed her blouse.

He said in an unbelievable soft, deep voice: "Are you scared?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I-I've never done this for any man before… only Cal, my husband."

She saw his pleased, lusty smile, and the unwanted realization of his handsomeness became more evident. Then, with the tiny galvanic sensations rippled through her once more, and it was almost as if she wished he could see her.

"Can you dance?"

"A little."

"That's all you need. They won't be looking at your ability… only at that luscious body," he said, his tongue slipping out to lick at his lips. "That's the way men are, doll, we like to see our women naked."

"See?" Susan repeated. She couldn't resist the temptation to taunt him. She had stripped to her panties and bra, her hose and shoes, and now she stood before him, hands moving to rest on her full, rounded hips, her pretty mouth twisted cruelly as she stared down at him.

"That's right, doll," he half-hissed, coming slowly to his feet before her, only inches away. "Except with me, I have that alliance of senses remember? I see with my hands…"

CHAPTER FOUR

When Max Bovino's huge hands reached out and touched the smooth white flesh of her slender waist, Susan felt her knees momentarily buckle. She hadn't anticipated a blind-man's tactile eye sight, and the shock of his hot flesh upon her near-naked body almost sent her into a second faint; yet, somehow, she managed to shake the giddiness and kept from toppling, while with unbelievable gentleness, he passed his fingertips over her silken, ivory-skin, upward along her arms and across her shoulders to her long, swanlike neck.

"Christ!" he gasped, his breath hot in her face. "You are beautiful! Hell, yes… beautiful!" He let the ends of his fingers trace the small bone contours of her facial features, while she stood immobile, hardly able to breathe beneath the grazing feel of his surprisingly stimulating hands. "You… you're live velvet… so smooth… so soft," he hissed, then he was moving behind her, his big hand on her shoulder as if to guide him, while simultaneously he untied the belt of his robe.

Susan felt his arms slip around her waist as she remained stone-still, with her flimsy panties and bra, garter belt and hose, her last useless protection. Then, he kissed her soft, naked shoulder and his hands smoothed over the little bowl of her satiny, white belly, while she shuddered with an uncontrollable, and unwanted sensation of delight.

"Let me do the rest," he whispered, his hands moving up behind her to unhook her bra, then, slipping beneath her arms to her large, full, pointed breasts, his great hands sliding beneath to cup upward and lift them as cool air brushed teasingly against her unleashed nipples that burst into hard, berry-like solidness.

Susan couldn't resist the overwhelming urge to lay her head back against his powerful shoulder, and though she realized the almost wantonness of the submissive act, she satisfied her conscience in knowing she was doing it for Nadine and Jamey… and gently, she pressed her buttocks back inside his opened robe, to force his, now, long, thick hardness up against his own belly with the upper portions of their round fullness.

Oh God! What am I doing? I'm nothing but a but a sluttish whore! Letting him do these things to me… even wanting him to! But his hands… they're as gentle as a child's… I-I can't help it… and I've got to think of my baby… of Jamey… it's all for them! It is! it is!

Susan's breath caught in her throat as he massaged and kneaded, stroked and caressed her naked, palpitating breasts, pinching at the tiny, hard, cherry-nipples and rolling them between his fingers, causing new wild sensations to jolt excitedly through her whole body. Then, he was gently drawing her panties down over her buttocks and hips from behind and she closed her eyes and raised her head in the intoxicating delight that was enveloping her… his lips suddenly and wetly kissing each of her soft white buttocks, making her tremble… until, at last, as she stood there, her brain swirling in the erotic madness that was rapidly gaining control of her too-long, love-starved body, she felt him spread her buttocks apart with his hands, and the worming hot dampness of his tongue burrowing into the cleft of her soft, quivering behind… finally licking from the bottom of the smooth white crevice to its top and following right up her back until he stood once more with his arms around her.

Christ! What a delicious creature, he thought. Silk was right for once in his useless life. Of all the women he'd ever fucked, this one was unquestionably the most beautiful… the most desirable. She'd rock them in the casino… but he wasn't going to make any filthy cunt out of her before their horny eyes. No dildos… none of that. She was his! Maybe, he'd even drape her in some gauzy see-through costume… Yeah, tease 'em. That was the idea… Jesus, she was luscious! How he wished to Christ he could see her… really see her!

He had forced the long thick length of his aching cock downward as he moved in close behind her, insinuating it between the soft voluptuous globes of her beautiful ass, while his hands reached around to clutch at her firm, rotund breasts, then… he pressed her forward to the davenport, removing his robe, his massive rod cleaving the air before him like a great, frightening bowsprit.

Susan didn't resist; she'd gone this far… already sold herself to all pretense and purpose, so why fight it now? And truly, whatever she had thought of this man only a short time before, for some unfathomable reason it was no longer the same inside her. Just the touch of his gentle hands had more than converted her… it had rekindled all of the want and need she had loyally, if stupidly, struggled against within her unfulfilled, hungry body. Yet, she couldn't deny the unbelievable immoralness of her actions, either… not fighting his lustful attentions, but rather, accepting them with growing desire… even finding justification in the fact that at least he was a man, not a boy… and the sight of his huge heavy-veined cock wouldn't let her forget that.

She found herself dropping to the davenport obediently and laying back as he eased down beside her, his handsome, masculine face opposite her own in his hidden world of darkness, and of a sudden, her heart went out to him. She rolled toward him on the limited space of the furniture-piece and he stretched out against her as her arms wrapped around him and she waited to be kissed. He did, smashing his tongue between her tender lips, into her mouth and throat, his one huge hand traversing over her breast and down her side, across her belly, finally reaching the moist velvetness of her vibrant, sensitive vaginal split, toying momentarily in the sparse raven-black pubic hair, then, searchingly discovering her already excited, erect clitoris. He tweaked it and she gasped into his mouth. He pinched it and she repeated the gasp, then he ran his fingers down through the damp, sensitive, raw flesh to the small opening of her vagina, and while he tongue-fucked into her delicious, receptively sucking mouth, he slipped his middle finger up into the moist quivering passage.

Susan moaned uncontrollably. "Oooooohhhh… Godddd!"

How long had it been since she'd known erotic happiness? She couldn't remember. But one thing was certain, she couldn't recall it ever being like this! She just couldn't…! Her whole being had seemingly come alive with a seething, sexual desire. His wonderful hands were setting her right off into space! She couldn't even imagine a moral sense of right or wrong! Ooooh God… it was beautiful! Had she ever known anything to compare? Who was this man making love to her… the devil, himself? And then, his finger was slipping smoothly in and out of her rapidly dilating passage, and a wave of new exciting sensations rippled over her flesh.

Oh… ohhhhh! I'm lost… my God! His finger is like a soothing balm inside my cunt… and I've needed it so bad and for so long… I'm a bitch! That's what I am! Nothing but a slut-whore… but I don't care… I don't! Forgive me, Nadine, baby… forgive me, Jamey… Oh God, please forgive me!

He was slithering down her body, rolling her gently onto her back, the dark-shades concealing his eyes like a vicious curse upon him… a curse that her own husband had helped inflict! Her eyes dampened, she wanted to cry. Lord in heaven, she owed him more than she could ever repay him! Cal's sin was on her shoulders! She stared at his strong, masculine body, watching the powerful muscles of his arms, shoulders and chest ripple as he half-lifted himself and spread her thighs, then crawled slowly between them, his handsome face hovering just above her moist and excited loins.

The room had fallen into late-afternoon, semi-darkness, and Susan felt almost as if she were in his unseeing world, her mind glazed in its rapture. She felt the large flat palms of his warm hands pressing against the softness of her inner-thighs, moving them wide apart, and her breath bubbled in her chest as she waited with mounting desire for what she hoped would happen next.

"Oooohhhhhh…" she lurched and groaned, as his hot, moist lips closed over the puffy little mound at the base of her belly. Then, she sensed wet, taunting kisses being lavished on the hair-lined slit of her aroused vagina… much more gentle and desirable kisses than Cal had ever administered in his selfish, tormenting approach… delightful, tantalizing kisses on the closed tingling lips of her, now, feverish cunt, kisses that suddenly she realized she would willingly sell her soul for… and his tongue gently parted the pubic hair and began to flick snakelike at the delicate, quivering opening.

Every muscle in her body seemed to react at the heavenly pleasurable licking of her still-closed vaginal lips, while uncontrollable moans of ecstasy tumbled from her lovely mouth.

Dear God… don't stop… don't stop, you wonderful lover! All of my life I've waited for this… not really knowing it… and now, you've come to fulfill me with it! Oh… please don't stop… please… please? I don't care what, or who, you are… just don't stop!

Nothing else mattered; insane electric-like jolts were setting her whole body aglow with tingling, needle-like prickles of carnal enchantment. And then, as if her limbs were being controlled by a remote brain, she felt her hands moving down over her sensuously throbbing breasts, the smoothness of her stomach, and coming teasingly to rest on either side of her cunt-lips. She could hear him breathing where she lay, and felt his hot breath against her soft pubic hair. Slowly, deliberately, she spread the fleshy, hair sprinkled flanges of her feminine aperture open to him with delicate fingers, her hands grazing the cheeks of his face as he lowered to her and drew his hot, moist tongue up through the sensitive, exposed pink flesh of her flowered cunt.

Again, Susan gasped, moaned and twitched beneath him. He sensed the movements of her beautiful head, tossing back and forth as his spearing tongue shot out once more, its smooth flicking tip circling her quivering, rigid clitoris. He sucked, drawing the warm, soft folds of her inner labia deep into the hot cavern of his mouth, while his tongue continued its moral-shattering licking against the tiny nerve plexus between her magnificent legs.

Oh God! I'm lost… lost! Nothing can ever take the place of this… of him! I know it! I'm certain of it! I'll… I'll do anything he tells me! I will! I will! Oh… oh… oh…!

She groaned throatily, sounds that were originating deep in her chest, while the hot probing tip of his tongue worked its way up and down the delectable length of her narrow damp slit, starting at the lower belly and slithering its way down, down over the elastic-like rimmed opening of her now gently clasping vagina, and into the crevice of her involuntarily flexing buttocks. She felt his hands move down to the backs of her knees that were splayed out obscenely wide on either side of him, then raise and press them up over her body so that the kneecaps touched her desire wracked breasts, exposing the white flat plane of her magnificently displayed loins to his eager mouth.

"Oh… beautiful… beautiful!" she whimpered at the lewd depravity he was subjecting her to, and at her own over-powering animalism as he flicked his tongue into the tight little puckered hole of her anus, reveling in the erotic sensations it brought her. Truly, dear God… truly, he had aroused all of the latent wanton bitch within her, she had ever possessed! If there had been any shame or humiliation before, it had long since been overcome with the licentious excitement flooding through her whole being! She was in heaven… or was it hell? So? So…? She never wanted him to stop! Never… never!

Max could hardly believe it! His stuck-up, cold-nosed, little China-doll had seemingly gone smack assed to pieces, moaning and writhing beneath his slaving tongue in uncontrollable ecstasy. Christ, she tasted like some delicious nectar of the Gods, themselves. In his most warped and sensual dreams, he could never have imagined anything, or anyone, so delectable. It was fantastic! And the way she was giving herself to him… without the least struggle… Shit! Every broad had a hidden hot streak that set her off once you found it… but this gorgeous creature was beyond belief! She was like some Godamned nympho who'd suddenly been relieved of a chastity belt! She was out of her mind in sexual lust… and she was driving him even further out of his! Hell, there was no question… she was his own private piece from now on… forever, may be! Christ, his cock ached like someone had been beating on it with a hammer, he thought, as he ground it into the cushion, feeling her soft, damp pubic hair and wet cunt lips brushing tantalizingly against his cheeks, a tremendous feeling of power sweeping over him.

He'd never had any doubts but what he was going to fuck her… subject her to any and every indecency he could think of to help satisfy his bitter, revenge-filled hate of that bastard-husband of hers who'd cheated him out of his vendetta, but it'd never occurred to him that she wouldn't fight off his advances in shame… that she'd be such a hot little bitch, squirming under his tongue the way she was… completely at his mercy… her tight little pussy loving every minute of it. And he, himself, blowing his own mind over her… hell, it was crazy!

He brought her legs back down and listened to her helpless moans as he increased the lapping of his tongue, slashing it up and down through her seething vaginal slit. If she'd been laying that Halo punk, or anybody else, they damn sure hadn't been taking care of her… either that, or she was some kind of Godamned hot box, and he couldn't buy that… not that he should let it make any difference to him, but he'd never seen a bitch let down the barriers so quick, and he knew it couldn't be the brandy because she hadn't drunk that much. No, she just needed it bad, and she was getting it… but this was just the be ginning!

Hell, she was all ready too far gone to resist anything he decided to do to her now, and as he licked and sucked at her quivering loins he began to visualize obscene, erotic things he could perform at will with, and to, her receptive passion captured body, just as he used Lily and the rest of the cunts to sate his lust. Christ, if he could only see her, he was thinking, as her hands began to desperately entwine in his hair, manipulating his face harder toward the small, clasping opening of her vagina.

Max rammed his tongue up into the soft-rimmed flesh and listened for her groan of delight; then, she was pressing his mouth directly over the tight little hole in her squirming crotch. He responded, ovaling his lips and pressing tight to her passage-mouth; he began to suck, alternating with deep tongue thrusts that raised choking, throaty moans from the depths of her chest. He felt the sleek flesh slip moistly around his long extended tongue as the walls of her cunt opened and closed spasmodically in a rhythmic sucking cadence, trying to pull the invading lingual organ deeper and deeper into it.

Susan whimpered and moaned beneath the unbelievable enchantment of his voracious sucking and licking of her loins. She sensed her complete loss of body and mind control. Her brain reeled in its mesmerized state of ecstatic sensual bliss.

Suddenly, he was drawing her clitoris up to its full, erect state, using lips and teeth and a liquid tongue. Her sexual genitals were a whirl pool of rapture. And then, he was moving up over her. She felt his tongue trail upward along her belly into her navel, again slithering upward, leaving a hot wet path as he crawled over her until he found the elongated nipple of her left breast, and then the right, sucking and bringing salacious gasps of additional pleasure from her. He kissed her while simultaneously, he forced her smooth, white thighs wider and wider apart.

She clung tightly to him, kissing and sucking at the tongue that had brought her so much delight, tasting her own cuntal nectar there and gasping with the forbidden delectation and the lewd, animal-thought of it. Abruptly, she felt the brushing of his long, rigid prick against her thighs, its contact with her hot flesh like a searing rod in the hand of a puritan church-warden, endeavoring to prod her into the wakeful realization of her wanton carnality, but instead she hungrily reached down to grasp the throbbing shaft, blotting all else from her sex-famished brain.

Max raised up above her to allow her access and she clutched its heavy, solid thickness, her breathing quickening momentarily, at the feel of the hot massive spear she encircled with both hands, her long slim fingers barely going around it.

"M-My God!" Susan gasped. "It's… it's tremendous! It'll never fit…! I-I'm not big enough…"

"How bad do you want it, baby?" be hissed down at her.

"Oh… oh, I do! I want it… need it so bad!" she choked, almost tearfully.

He bent down and kissed her once more, then she felt the bulbous, blood-inflated head moving up and down, parting the soft dark pubic hair between the palpitating lips of her cunt, and then all of a sudden, the small mouth of her tingling vagina pressed open. The tight elastic entrance offered near-virginal resistance; she held her breath as the tip pressed into her, choking suddenly with the pain from the hard, cruel pressure.

"Aggggghhhh!" she grunted, automatically resisting as the harsh torment increased.

Max felt a wave of sadistic pleasure wash through him at her soulful protest; he was unable to conceal the evil grin that immediately twisted his handsome mouth, and he shoved a little further, causing her to emit another long, low groan from deep in her throat.

"Aaaaagggggghhhh! Oh… oh God, please… it hurts! It hurts!"

He continued to grin, wishing to God he could see her facial reactions to his huge cock burrowing into her tiny cuntal passage, her agonizing pleas sending wild sensations racing through him…

"Ooooohhhhh," she whimpered pitifully, as the huge blunt knob pressured harder and harder against the tight, rubbery opening between her widespread thighs, and then with a little rush the tip slipped inside, just beyond its coronal rim, and Susan couldn't hold back her little choking scream.

My God, her mind reeled, her thighs were splitting apart from the continual expanding of the small, moist hole in her crotch. He was much too big! Beyond human belief! It was going to split her wide open!

Max Bovino could barely contain the excitement her whimpering screams were bringing him at the slow, relentless penetration of her cunt, and again and again he flexed his hips to sink and inch at a time into her, until at last, he couldn't stand it any longer. He had to fuck the little bitch now!

He rammed forward unmercifully, dropping his heavy weight onto her, smashing her full, firm breasts beneath his powerful chest as he thrust his hips at the same time, and his long, thick cock plunged into her moist, frightened cunt with the brutal force of a battering-ram, spiraling the soft, tender walls of her warm vaginal flesh in rippling torrents before it. There was no holding it back, and with a loud grunt he felt his sperm-bloated balls smack loudly into the upturned crevice between the cheeks of her tightly clenched ass.

"Oooohhhhh! My God! My dear loving God! You've ripped me! You've split me wide open! Oooh God stop!" Susan wailed, screwing her buttocks down into the cushion in a futile attempt to escape the excruciating impalement of her cunt. Her legs, splayed wide apart, flailed in the air helplessly on either side of his great muscular body, kicking and jerking as he pinned her securely to the davenport beneath. "Oh… oh… oh," she continued to groan, lying beneath him and completely stuffed with his huge prick, the tremendous throbbing shaft sunk to the very depths of her belly and beyond. Mother of God, she'd had no idea it could bring her such pain, and abruptly, she realized that all sensual excitement had left in the throes of her torment. She sensed every wrinkle and ridge of the massive rod inside her… enclosed in the moist, snug sheath of her own cunt! Her dead husband's cunt… that had never been entered before by any other man…! Good Lord! What had she done?

Jamey… Jamey… Oh God, Jamey… please forgive me… thundered through her tortured mind.

CHAPTER FIVE

The girl was Leslie Sayer, a living, platinum-angel, with all of the proper physical attributes in the right places, enough ordinarily to cause him to blow his gourd, Jamey Halo was thinking as he went on talking to her young husband, Mike, his new caretaker… except that today, he wasn't himself. His abortive attempt at making love to Susan the night before had not only left him frustrated, but it had stripped the veneer of his pride right to the quick, and he would've been happier had the Sayers waited another day or two before moving in.

As it was, he'd been drinking since morning, and it was now moving toward late afternoon; the fact that he wasn't stoned out of his mind surprised him; he'd consumed damned near a fifth of vodka, besides getting little sleep the night before after the disaster with Susan. Somehow, he had to rectify that, if only she'd give him an other chance. Damnit, he was certain she wanted him, and God knows, he was crazy about her… if only he could get his mind straight.

Jamey kept thinking these things as he showed the Sayers through the bungalow they would occupy. He tried to concentrate on their conversation but it was almost impossible. Certain things registered, however. Mike was a student at Parksburg City College, athletic, good-looking, in his early twenties, while his luscious young bride of two-months stayed home and played housewife… There was something interesting there when he got around to think about it… home all day… convenient as hell and just about his own age… he'd get to that in due time, but he didn't want to clog his mind with her at the moment. Later… and he left them smiling after him.

Back at the plush main-house, he made himself another tall one and slumped into a chair. If only he didn't have that Godamned heavy gambling debt to Bovino hanging over his head, he could concentrate all efforts on Susan… and maybe get a piece of her daughter Nadine as a bonus. Hell, there was no question in his mind but what she had a case on him… and that little minx was nothing short of breathtaking. But it was Susan he wanted for keeps; he was clear in his head, about that; she flipped him… Nadine would just be a sweet taste of dessert now and then, was all. Christ, what a perfect set-up it'd make.

Godamn that Bovino! He'd bet his ass those dice were shaved, his wheels rigged… how else could he have lost so much, so quick? Eighty-five grand… Christ! He'd been stupid… drunk and out of his mind, which didn't mean a damn to Max Bovino. All he wanted was his cash, and Jamey knew from rumor that he had nasty methods of getting it… or else, Silk Weaver, that perverted bastard and a couple of his muscle-boys paid you a visit.

God knows, he couldn't take a chance like that… having his face roughed up, or losing a few teeth. His whole career depended on his looks.

If only he wasn't in so damn deep to Hazen Parker, his agent, he could've raised the cash there. But Hazen had cut him cold; he owed him twenty-five Gs as it was, and Parker had been emphatic about no further advances, at least, until they started shooting next season's Gallant Rangers series, and that was better than a month away.

Damn! What the hell was he going to do? How and why did he get himself into these friggin' situations? All of his life, it'd been just the same, one crisis after another… ever since the farm in Iowa when he was only twelve… when he'd first learned that the hairy slit between his nineteen-year old step-mother's legs was worth the biting cut of his father's horse-whip… and later as he wandered aimlessly around the country playing vagabond, it'd been a series of close shaves, until Hazen Parker had discovered him strumming a guitar in a broken-down coffee-house and gave him his break.

Hell, when he thought about it, he could hardly believe the money he'd made the past few years… him, Jamey Henning, a high school freshman dropout… more Godamned loot than his old man had ever dreamed existed in the whole bitchin' world… and there he sat, broke, with a vicious ex-Mafioso breathing down the back of his neck. Hell… he had to do something… just had to!

He drained his glass, fixed himself another and went to the telephone. Nadine answered, her tone warming as she recognized his voice.

"She's not here, Jamey. She went into work early… will I do?" the voluptuous young blonde teased.

Jamey didn't feel like following that one up… not yet anyway. He said: "How late does she work?"

"Until eleven. Why don't you come down and wait for her?" Nadine invited, laughing lightly. "I'll keep you company."

"We'll watch TV, eh?" he said grinning into the mouthpiece.

"If you like…"

"I would like… only I have an appointment," he lied.

"Business or pleasure?"

"Business, of course."

"I'll bet," said Nadine, acridly. Then: "Oh, by the way, we're having final rehearsal for the contest, tomorrow night at the high school auditorium; how about coming by and watching to see how I do?"

"Well… okay, I might just call you on that, sugar," he replied. "What time?"

"Eight o'clock. You won't forget now?"

"I'll be there," Jamey assured her. "Meantime, tell your mother I called, will you?"

"All right… and you take good care of your business tonight."

Jamey laughed. Then: "Listed, honey, maybe you better have your mom call me when she gets home. I want to talk to her."

"It'll be late," Nadine answered, quickly.

"That's okay, I'll be waiting."

"All right… I'll tell her," Jamey heard her say, but with obvious reluctance.

He continued to smile into the telephone. "Bye bye, angel," he half-whispered.

"G'bye lover," she said back, in the sultriest voice she could possibly have mustered.

Jamey hung up and turned away, still grinning to himself. He felt better. Godamn, he thought, there was no question about it… he was going to fuck that little bitch one of these fine days. He owed that much to her daddy.

Jamey chuckled lewdly as he made himself another drink.

CHAPTER SIX

Susan Sheldon lay in sheer helpless, degraded agony beneath the powerful blind man whose thick, throbbing rod of flesh was sunk to its complete length in the obscenely stretched split down between her wide spread legs. Even the tiniest trace of any rapture she had felt had long since left her and suddenly, she sensed him beginning to move once more; she sucked in her breath, holding it in fear of what was to come. He began to jerk on top of her, his hips flexing, the huge head of his prick burrowing deeper and deeper into her.

"Oh… oh… Please… my God! No more… no more… I can't…" Susan begged. Then, she felt him raise his heavy weight off her, his hands pressing her shoulders tightly to the davenport-cushion, his widespread knees forcing her thighs wider apart, until the blood-engorged head slipped further into her was pressing hard against her cervix… and then, slowly, he began to rub in and out of her, picking up speed as he worked, at last buffeting her whole body back and forth like a rag doll beneath him while he fucked furiously into her.

Damn! He had to know what her face looked like, Max thought, taking one hand to run his fingertips over it perceptively; then, he continued down over her whole body, the picture forming quickly in his brain, her soft, ivory voluptuousness spread open obscenely beneath him, entirely at his mercy, and a lascivious grin stretched his lips. His fingers returned to her face to find it still contorted with the pain of his first vicious stab into her sensitive pink hole. Her lips were drawn back from her small even teeth, pleading, little incoherent whimpers coming from deep in her throat. Her arms were outstretched, palms placed feebly against his hips, attempting to ease the attack of his rampaging cock battering against her tender womb, and her carefully coiffured hair was now a maze of wild entanglements.

Hell, he'd bet that punk she'd been married to never banged it to her like this, never sunk his cock to the depths he'd reached. By the feel of her pussy, Sheldon must've had a finger for a prick. Christ, her cunt was as tight as a virgin's, he thought gleefully, as he held her powerless in the lewd, abased position. He ran his hand down between them to feel his kinky, greying pubic hair tangling and meshing with her sparse, silken strands, while the head of his heavy, solid prick tunneled deep into the coral split that his tongue had licked to a moist rapture only a few minutes before. He visualized the tight lips of her cunt stretched to the near ripping point, the elasticized inner pink rim clasping tightly around the white skinned base of his cock like a hungry sucking mouth.

He held her like this for a moment, savoring the sensuous, imagined scene of her rare beauty impaled helplessly and defenselessly beneath him, his huge cock entombed deeply in her white little quivering belly. Christ, the feel of her there, hopelessly subjected to his any and every lurid whim made his cock throb and ache, and his heavy balls churn with the pressure that was building inside them. Damn her, he was going to give her a fuck she'd remember as long as she lived!

Susan lay frozen helplessly beneath him. She'd already concluded there was absolutely no mercy in the man, that to beg further was utterly useless. He was nothing short of a sadist. Dear God, how could she have been so erotically swayed in the beginning…? He'd become a lust-filled brute, and there was nothing she could do but lay there in under him and degradingly let him ravish her until he'd emptied all of his lewd sperm into her cringing vaginal passage. Oh God… Oh God, what had ever come over her that she had willingly given into this, without even so much as a struggle? Jamey… Nadine…? Was anything, or anyone, worth this horror? She must have lost her wits entirely. Oh… how lewd and debasing it all seemed now, with the pain that filled her loins, instead of the bliss of such a short time ago. She'd been hypnotized by the carnal enchantment… had completely lost all sense of morality, or reality… and now, was paying. Oh Cal… Cal… help me… help me!

The vicious hot pain of his cruel entry still tore fiercely at her insides; yet, his massive cudgel was presently moving in and out of her at a reasonable, not unbearable tempo… if only he didn't increase it, or change it in a sudden burst of lust. She flexed her cuntal muscles tightly together in an automatic attempt at resistance and was immediately sorry, for the sensual throb of her internal sinews seemed to incite him more, and abruptly, his great prick was reaming its way deeper and deeper into her unwanting vaginal passage. She felt the walls of her recoiling cunt clinging to it like a sleeve of vibrant warm liver… and then the hard rubbery tip pummeled her cervix, and helplessly, she clenched her teeth and endured it.

It fucked in and out of her in an established rhythm she forced herself to adjust to, the pain lessening slowly, while her cuntal walls stretched desperately in their attempt to receive it, until finally, she thought she could actually feel the tickling hairs of his huge balls as they slapped solidly into the crevice of her widespread ass when he surged into her, and subconsciously she began to run her tongue around her feverish lips. They returned then, those first sensations of passion… galvanic tingles of lewd desire coursing through her veins, arousing licentious little chills that began to creep along the base of her spine as she felt the even measured cadence of Max Bovino's great cock skewering wetly into her upturned loins.

Spontaneously, it seemed, her body began to twitch and writhe of its own volition beneath him, and she heard the small mewling noises escaping her lips, an incessant sound that hummed up into the moistness of his mouth as suddenly he kissed her, and once again she was thrusting her tongue into the sucking warm cavern of his face. Unconsciously, she drew back her legs slightly, her buttocks moving involuntarily against the slippery softness of the velour cushion beneath, and her cunt contracted as the delightfully lewd and lascivious inner sensations increased with his every stroke.

Max felt her urgent answering throbs around the length of his buried prick. Her smooth clasping cunt-flesh had begun a seizured opening and closing performance around the pulsating member. Her pleasurable mewling and purring sounds were suddenly filling the room, and her head lolled from side to side on the cushion while her hips had begun a slow rotation beneath his cock sunk deep in her soft, white belly. He clenched his teeth tightly together as he felt her incited nibbling crotch screwing itself up closer against his hair-covered loins. Shit… she was getting with it now!

Susan didn't try to understand the new wave of entrancement saturating her whole being. She was only aware that all pain had left her… had given way to a maddening electric-like tingle that began deep within her womb and spread relentlessly over the raw nerve-ends of her flesh. She was a mass of exquisite moisture between her thighs, and he was undulating and rotating her hips around his fleshy, impaling cock, feeling her cunt dilating and sucking in tempo to his rhythmic throbs. He had suddenly made himself immobile once more, resting still above her with hands placed on either side of her shoulders, and he was letting her quivering body pump up and down at will on the rigid column of hot moist flesh that fused them together.

Max moved a hand down between them to conjure the image in his mind of her moist, grasping cunt sliding up and down his thick shaft, picturing the thin pink ridges of coral-hued flesh pulling out and clinging to it as she screwed her soft buttocks down into the cushion, then the salacious pussy mouth between her legs absorbing the delicate folds back into her as it swallowed the slippery, glistening length of his prick on the slow tantalizing upstroke. He let her work and strain against him awhile longer as he continued to run his fingertips over her, listening to her whimpers of uncontrolled delight while she labored with utter abandon, her sweat-filmed face contorted in a half-smile of sheer ecstasy.

Fuck, she was all gone now… completely lost, Max gloated, feeling her naked body increase its hungry gyrations and up and down motions, faster and faster with the passing of each second, the urgency of her thrusts against him more pronounced, and his fingertips found her lust-bared teeth chewing at her swollen lower-lip as she strained uncontrollably toward orgasm. He sensed the secretions of her sucking cuntal channel beginning to flow and heard the wet, sluicing noises of the in and out sawing movements as she skewered her hungry vaginal passage greedily up his cock, drawing it deep inside her, her back raised high off the couch to arch her crotch tight up against him.

It was then that he reached back, grasping her ankles and levering them brutally up over her shoulders, causing her to cry out as he forced her into a painfully contorted ball of helpless flesh beneath him. He held her there securely, making the widespread slit between her legs completely open and vulnerable to his lust-filled cock.

Half mad, now, with desire, Max pulled his deeply buried shaft from her until only its tip penetrated the flushed, swollen lips… then, he plunged forward with every once of strength in him, ramming the full, aching length of it cruelly into her helplessly exposed vagina.

"Uuunnnnnnnggggggghhhhhh!" Susan groaned as it raced into her, and she heard and felt the wet smack of his pelvis battering against her tender unprotected genitals. His heavy body dropped down upon her brutally, crushing her full, taut breasts beneath her knees into her chest. His thick cock rampaged into her receptive cunt like a jack-hammer, pushing the unresisting moist folds of flesh again and again in rippling waves before its smooth, rubbery head.

Max began long hard strokes into her seething vaginal channel, and the quivering lubricated walls clasped around the fleshy hot rod hungrily, slithering up moistly to devour its length to the hilt. His sperm-bloated balls slapped into the dampness between her buttocks with a vengeance. She groaned loudly in relief at the complete filling of her stretched passage as he began a more powerful deep thrusting into her grinding cunt. Her head rolled wildly from side to side, her mouth gasping in abandoned ecstasy to the unbelievable delight lifting her into the very heavens above…

Suddenly, Susan realized that this was it! This was it! His cock, ever-expanding, gouging into her like a huge driving piston, was making the cords in her neck tighten in an unmistakable sign of exploding pleasure. She was… for the first time in her life… she was going to! And she could think of nothing but the enormous, agonizing sweet buildup inside her!

"Oh… oooohhhhh… God… Oh God! I-I am! I'm going to cum now! Oh, darling, I'm going to cummm! Yes… yes… dear God… I'm cumminggg! Fuck… fuck… fuck me hard… hard, darling! I-I'm cuuuummmmmiiiiinnngg!" Susan pleaded in a voice shrill with passion, her hands clawing out and behind his driving buttocks, pulling him in a near-demented frenzy deeper and deeper between her widespread legs.

Her delicious cuntwalls opened into a myriad of tiny wells, emitting a warm flood of gushing, honey-like secretions to bathe his insanely plunging cock, as might a hand filled with heated Vaseline. He rammed harder, faster, grunting loudly as he burrowed deep, deep into the hot liquid depths of her seething, spewing cunt, and the white honey seeped wetly out around his still battering prick, flowing down the crevice of her ass and coating his balls as they whacked rhythmically against her throbbing anus.

"Oh… oh… oh, darling!" Susan chanted, twisting and writhing delightfully beneath him, spurring him on to force her tortured legs farther and farther back over her head and fucking into her like a blind, mad-man. Her brain swam in a colorful kaleidoscope of ecstasy as she continued to grunt out her climax, the thick flow of her white nectar gushing in never ending little rivers down the full quivering cheeks of her pumping ass.

Then, she felt Max jerk, tense and curse, followed by the hot jets of his semen shooting deep up into the sanctuary of her receptive womb. Again, her head reeled, this time with depraved sensuality, as the hot, powerful squirts of his sperm splattered wildly into her, filling her almost to a delicious bursting point with its sticky whiteness, while the hot moist walls of her vagina clasped and unclasped desperately, milking at the jerking organ like a sucking, starving mouth.

For a moment, there was nothing but their breathing filling the room, then, Max released his grip on her legs, and Susan's limbs seemed to collapse limply on the couch, her soft and still trembling body suddenly drained of all life… but ecstatically so, she thought, reality beginning to creep back over her. She lay almost spread-eagle, feeling the heavy weight lifting from her and the cool rush of air sweep over her sweat-drenched body.

Max raised up and Susan saw his rapidly deflating penis then, and the first waves of shame engulfed her. She turned her head away as he swung his feet to the floor, picked up his robe and slipped it on to his powerful frame, while Sir Launcelot stood and brushed against his master as if to make his presence known.

"Well… I guess I hate to admit it," said Max, tying the belt around his middle, "but you're the best fuck I've ever had, little girl… the Goddamned best."

His vile statement confused Susan. That he, or any man, should, or could, ever say such a degrading thing to her both enraged and nauseated her… yet, she couldn't help the warped sensations of pride she felt from his lewd compliment. It was more than her own husband had ever paid her, just as the sexual-pleasure the coarse, blind-man had brought her was the only fulfillment she'd ever known, and try as she might, she knew she would never be able to forget it. Her loins still quivering with the delight his massive, lust-hardened member had kindled inside her.

Susan sighed heavily and swung about, sitting herself upright. Thank God he can't see my nakedness, she thought, watching him walk toward the small bar with Lonny's assistance.

"What'd you like? Bourbon, scotch, gin?" he asked pleasantly.

"Scotch with soda, please," she said, dressing as quickly as she could. God, her legs were like two pieces of spaghetti; he'd drained the life from her. Her brain spun and continued to do so; it was all like some far-fetched, salacious nightmare. She just couldn't believe it… that she had given herself… actually taken part in a sexual encounter with a strange man she'd seen only a few times in her life… and enjoyed it beyond all possible comprehension… Good God, what now?

"Come over here," he said, laying onto the little bar, facing her. "It's hard for me to carry drinks without spilling them."

She was dressed, except for fixing her hair and makeup. Sometimes, when he spoke, it touched her… as it did at that very moment.

"I'll be right there," she said, surprised at her own voice, her swimming brain still trying to decipher the difference between right and wrong. She went to the bar and slipped onto one of the four stools. He pressed her drink forward and she swallowed half of it needfully.

"I-I don't know what to say to you," he began finally, after drinking heavily from his own glass. "I-I ain't sorry… I want you to know that. I'd do it again… and will… maybe a Godamned million times. You… you better understand that, Susan, right from the beginning."

He went on and she watched his handsome face, hardly hearing him, his first words and the tone of his voice affecting her most, she supposed. But his claim to her was what frightened her, maybe, even angered her. It was as if she had no choice in the matter.

"And… and if I refuse to have anymore to do with you…?" she put to him.

Abruptly, he smashed his hand heavily down onto the bar. "Listen to me, bitch! I ought to kill you for what that yellow-backed husband of yours did to me! You and your kid both! Those were my plans… after I degraded both of you to the lowest degree I could think of… but I'll tell you true, baby… you just changed my mind over there on that couch. You moved me… understand? With all the broads I've had in my life… you come along and move me! So… don't over play your hand. You be good to me… and I'll be good to you. Don't ever see that fink, Halo, again. That's an order. You cross me… and I'll make you wish you never was born I."

Susan swallowed tightly. She gaped upward at his face that he held looking almost ceiling-ward in his blindness, the white tensile line around his thin, handsome lips sending a cold shudder down her back. Good God! She still had her Nadine and Jamey to think of.

"Do… do I have to dance in the casino?" she asked him, once more surprised at her own voice and the subjugated words that seemed to tumble from her lips.

"Yes. It's a test. But not like the other pigs. You'll wear some see-through clothes," he said matter-of-factly. "Something kind of… haremish, maybe. Anyway, come in tomorrow afternoon and we'll get you fitted out. You'll dance tomorrow night… Su Lyn, my China-doll."

Once more, Susan sighed heavily, then, drank from her glass. Good God, the world was turning upside down. She shook her head in disbelief, then said: "I'm already late. It's after six and I should've been in the dining room."

"Forget that shit. You go home and rest up tonight." He grinned. "I've got an idea you might be able to use it."

Susan couldn't help but smile back, and then his fingertips came to her face and danced over it like tiny spiders. She didn't move, and his smile broadened. He said: "I thought you might be taking it right. You… you enjoyed it, didn't you?"

She hesitated. "Y-Yes… very much."

"Y-You don't hate me?"

"No… I don't hate you… but don't ask me how I feel."

Max nodded, his head high, his fingers still brushing her lovely face.

"You come around two, tomorrow. The girls will show you the routine. Godamn… I like you, Susan. I'm… I'm going to sit here half the night and think about you… about it." He picked up his drink and emptied it. "You know," he went on, "when you're blind, you can't look into faces… into eyes… and it's hard to tell who your friends are. I've fought a tough game all my life… in a world where your best friend can carry your death warrant. I don't trust many people, baby… but I trust you."

Susan felt as if someone had wadded cotton into her throat. She tried to swallow, but couldn't. Tears were blearing her vision. Finally, she said: "Can I go somewhere and fix my hair?"

Max smiled. "Sure," he said. "There's a john off the other end of the room. But I won't be here when you get back. Just go out the same way you came in… and remember… you moved me, baby."

"I-I'll remember," Susan said.

He grinned, then said: "Kiss?"

He leaned over the bar and she kissed his lips as tenderly as she had ever kissed anyone, not really knowing why, unless it was the pleasure he had brought her and she still felt a pleasing, delightful tingling lightly within… yet, fully aware every conscious second that no matter how gentle he could become, or how much she wanted him physically, there was someone else. She had to think of Nadine… and there was Jamey… her Jamey… God, dear God, she loved him, didn't she?

CHAPTER SEVEN

Nadine couldn't believe her mother when Susan told her that she was going to dance in the casino of the Diamond Dell, and the amount of money she would be paid as a performer. Susan had expected her daughter to fly into a fit of shamed rage over her contemplated, semi-nude act, but the voluptuous young blonde had reacted exactly the opposite. She had been both excited and delighted with the thought of her mother in show business, and had even suggested that one day they might be on the same billing together.

Of course, Susan knew different… knew that had she not been forced into the role in order to protect her daughter and Jamey, as well as pacify Max Bovino, that she never in her most remote dreams would have considered such a thing. Nevertheless, she was pleased that Nadine was in favor, rather than offended by the idea; at least, that was going to make it somewhat easier. But next, there was Jamey, and she couldn't forget Max's warning. "Don't ever see that fink, Halo, again. That's an order!" Somehow, she had to cool their association without letting Jamey know the truth, even if she had to hurt him to do it: there was no telling what Max might do to all of them. God knows, he wasn't a man to be taken lightly, she was thinking as she picked up the telephone receiver and dialed Jamey's number, and she had only to refer her mind to the light soreness between her legs for emphasis of that fact… yet, thinking about it, she couldn't contain the tiny feelings of memorable provocation that rippled through her, either.

"Jamey…? This is Susan," she greeted. "Nadine said you called…"

"Hi," he replied thickly. "Yeah… but she said you worked until eleven."

He was drinking, and by the sound of his voice, rather heavily, Susan decided. She said: "I do ordinarily, but I'm not going to work in the dining-room anymore. I start in the casino tomorrow night, Jamey… dancing."

There was a moment of silence, then, he said: "Y-You what? Did I hear you right, Susan?"

"Yes… I'm sure you did, Jamey. I'm going to dance in the Diamond Dell casino," she said evenly.

"You… you mean topless… naked?" he questioned incredulously.

"Well… somewhat, I guess."

"You guess? Jesus Christ, don't you know what those girls have to do? Have you ever seen a show there… or any of their props?" he blurted, his voice assuming a fevered pitch. "Now, listen to me, Susan, you can't."

"Yes, I can Jamey," she snapped, cutting his words short, "I can, and I will. I've already made up my mind and have talked with Max Bovino about it…"

"Max Bovino! That Godamned crooked bastard!" Jamey half-screamed into her ear. "Listen to me, baby, you don't know what you're getting into! That hood is poison. I won't let you get mixed up with him. You've got to listen to me, Susan, for God's sake… think of Nadine if you don't care anything about my feelings. What's she going to believe once she finds out her mother's dancing bare-assed in front of the whole Goddamned world…"

"Jamey… Jamey! Now, you hear me!" Susan said, interrupting him again, and with a determined voice. "I've told you that it's all settled. I start tomorrow night… and you let me worry about Nadine. I'm sorry if I've hurt you," she added, biting at her lower lip, a little tear popping into her eyes, "but my mind is set. Now… I'm going to hang up."

"Wait! Don't hang-up," he pleaded. "Wh-w hat about me, Susan… you and me? Are… are you telling me it's all over between us?"

"Y-Yes, Jamey… I think it's best," she said, trying to keep her voice steady as the tears spilled down her cheeks. "Really… it was silly in the first place. I'm old enough to almost be your mother…"

"Stop that stupid talk!" he barked thickly, and she knew that he, too, was crying. "You know I love you, and have long before Cal… died. Christ, Susan, don't do this to us… please. You love me… I know you do."

"G-Good bye, Jamey," she said, forcing the words from her lips. "We've got nothing more to say to each other."

"I'm not going to say goodbye, damnit!" he shouted at her. "Susan? Susan…?"

Slowly, she replaced the receiver in its cradle, then, quietly cried into her hands.

Nadine couldn't help the little feeling of elation she felt at her mother's words to Jamey. She hadn't meant to listen, but their apartment didn't offer that much privacy and she couldn't help overhearing as she sat at the kitchen table working on an essay for English she should have turned in a week before. In truth, she knew that she should be ashamed of herself, not from the listening aspects, but from the actual enjoyment of hearing her mom break it off with him, when she felt certain that they had strong feelings for one another… maybe, were even in love. Still, she couldn't help herself. Damnit, she wanted him, too!

There was no use trying to deny that any longer, either. She was in love with Jamey Halo! And what could be more natural than that? He was nineteen and she fifteen… fifteen in years, but with the sensuous body of a grown woman, and God knows, she was constantly aware of that with the little prurient gnawings of desire that were ever increasing inside her each day.

Boys like Rickie Thompson made her sick with their juvenile antics. Oh, sure, she liked Rickie all right, but only as a friend. Lord, all he had to do was put his arm around her and kiss her, and she was immediately overwhelmed with the feeling that she was robbing a cradle. After all, he was only fifteen, himself, and a boy at that age was so immature… with his airplane models and his fossil collection. Dear God, she just couldn't stand any more of that. Besides, she had her future to think of, and who could help her more than Jamey?

It was destiny… that's what it was, she convinced herself as she sat there staring at the paper before her. Why her mom had suddenly brought the whole affair to an end with Jamey, she couldn't possibly imagine, and she'd almost bet that at that very moment her mother was crying, but she still couldn't restrain the sensation of delight she was experiencing within herself.

Dear God, she loved her mom so much… but she loved Jamey Halo, too…

CHAPTER EIGHT

At the bewitching hour of midnight the casino was invariably at full swing. Tonight being Saturday, it was even better, Silk Weaver thought, looking about him at the multitudes of elite who had come to be swindled… expected to be swindled. The gaming tables were jammed, and the din of the slot machines in long rows lining the walls, coupled with the human roar and the even louder pitched voices of the stickmen chanting their litany in response to the fascinating dance of the red celluloid cubes, all blended in a wild conglomeration of fantastic action.

He moved among them, smiling tightly to him self. Tonight was his night, as the luscious Lily Vance was going to find out. He'd already given his orders to Pete, the bartender who poured drinks for the girls. Lily was getting constant doses of Quebrachine in her Cokes, a tasteless version of the aphrodisiac that Max liked to use occasionally.

Wafts of music coming from the stage behind the bar in the open adjacent lounge across the room drifted his way, interspersed with the clicking roulette wheel and the croupier's voice announcing: "Eighteen on the red," his distant tone obliterated by the nearest stickman droning: "Six! Six a number. Let's have odds the hard way. Get'em down… come and field bets. Here we go. Shooter coming out. Four! Four… six the number. You're looking for a six, sir. Six'll do it. Let'em roll… seven! Seven the loser! Next shooter. All bets down. The dice are coming out…"

Silk continued to smile to himself. The lounge was packed and the voluptuous, red-headed, naked doll that was perspiring beneath the spots in a frenzy of measured writhing, undulating movements to the loud, rocking, recording music, had just picked up her prop from the nearby little table… an eight-inch facsimile of a hardened prick made of flesh-like plastic. She was Rose O'Fara, a real colleen, one hell of a fuck, and before she was finished her male audience would be doing everything but actually laying their broads on top of the tables.

Her jutting, full breasts swayed heavily from side to side as she moved with the powerful rhythm of the music. She held the dildo in one hand while the other slowly, languorously, moved lovingly over her hot flesh until it reached one breast and held it out, nipple jutting toward the near-mesmerized audience. Then, slowly she turned, rotating on her toes, allowing herself to be seen in profile… a lovely S-shape, Silk thought momentarily, with the beauty of her breast lifting before her and the voluptuousness of her buttocks hollowing out behind… then, her back was to them, the whole of her luscious naked ass, wobbling and tensing at the audience, a full, bursting smoothness of flesh that moved and wiggled as if it searched for something, some beautiful invasion that could make it squirm in a complete, cooperative delight.

Silk watched her as she gradually bent her slim back forward, leaning away from audience that was gaping at her almost breathlessly, until the breadth of her lush buttocks was jutting toward them and rotating gently as if in obscene invitation. Her strong, shapely thighs were spread slightly and as she leaned down her copperish, hair-lined vaginal lips were presented head-on to the spectators, the thin, pink, dividing slit yet unopened to them. She lay the dildo on the floor in front of her, then reached back with her white, slender arms and gently pulled apart her buttocks with her fingers, disclosing in an even more lewd gesture her tiny pink wrinkled anus between, as if she were welcoming a sodomizing attack.

Around her little, revealed rectum, a few silken, almost golden hairs fringed to taunt the onlookers even more-so while her bottom rotated as if on its own axis in time to the stimulating music. Then she moved her hands away from her anus and back over her satin-smooth buttocks down her thighs to the floor where she slowly retrieved the stimulated prick from where it lay.

Silk ran his tongue over dry lips, his cock jerking inside his shorts as he watched Rose O'Fara straighten and gradually face the audience again. It was almost as if there was an atmosphere of slight relief in the room, but he knew that wouldn't last long. Her specialty was coming next. She was good, but she couldn't set the crowd off like Lily with her naked cunt and her double-dildo routine… Then Rose was opening her legs wide, spreading her feet firmly on the floor and lowering herself backward in a lithe, double-jointed posture, until her hands reached the floor behind her head, the long plastic prick clasped firmly in one, and once more her vaginal lips were presented head-on to the spectators. With a gymnastic dexterity, she moved her head forward between her legs until she was practically looking the crowd in the face, concentrated… and finally, her cunt lips opened and her vagina was wide and moistly smiling at an audience of bulging, transfixed eyes. It was then that she performed the impossible… slowly raising her right hand containing the thick, long phallus; she eased the smooth round head between the damp, pink open lips of her cunt, and while the crowd stared with feverish, salacious eyes, she slowly, tantalizingly, pressed the heavy white shaft into the small, elasticized mouth of her vagina, the coral-hued ring expanding across the lounge, the massive cudgel continued to disappear inside her swallowing moist pink hole almost to its entirety.

Silk felt his own organ swollen to a near-aching hardness as he watched Rose O'Fara's licentious performance before the hot, flushed faces of her half drunk, lust-aroused audience that seemed to be shifting nervously with overwhelming itches and urges. Shit, he'd had about all he could take, too; his entire pelvic area had begun to throb in his mounting need. But Lily had one more show to do before Lou Freed was to bring her up to his small apartment, next to Max's on the top floor. Hell, he wasn't sure if he was going to be able to wait that long.

He swung around and weaved his way across the casino toward the elevator, trying to estimate the night's take and get his mind off his throbbing prick. He'd developed the habit of mentally computing Max's ill-gotten flow of income, little ideas of his own formulating more strongly in his conniving brain with every passing day. He hardly thought of it as greed… his wanting what the big-man had. It was natural enough, he'd long ago decided; and wasn't that the way Max had gotten up there… by taking from someone else? That was the law of this Godamned jungle, wasn't it?

Silk Weaver didn't intend to be on the stooge-end of the stick too much longer, he was thinking as he stepped into the elevator and pressed the top button, thankfully leaving the din of the casino behind him. He had his plans… Max Bovino had built the perfect little empire for him. Max had Parksburg right in the palm of his hand, in fact, the whole damned county, all the way to the state capital. How else could he get away with running a crooked gambling casino on a wide-open basis, say nothing of the Godamned filthy sex-shows he put on before the public eye without bringing an enraged society of do-gooders down on his head? It was that Godamned filing cabinet of information he kept locked up in his study, that was how; volumes of compiled, scandalous data on every important figure in the city and county… closet-skeletons the blind-man had patiently dug out while he planned his siege of the city, then used along with a little financial juice to set himself up as the invulnerable kingpin… and all of that was going to belong to him, Silk Weaver… when the right time came.

Inside his own neat little quarters, Silk made himself a drink. He couldn't keep his mind off Lily. He owed that bitch and he intended to pay her in full that very night. Snake, was he… well, that was just going to make it all the easier for him, once he got at that luscious, soft white body of hers. He walked nervously around the room, his cock pulsating with lust-incited anticipation, so much so, that he unzipped his fly and let it burst out of his pants like a long, heavy lance, its purple head glistening as he reached down and stroked the heavy foreskin back and forth over the rubbery knob.

Shit, he couldn't wait any longer! He went to the house-phone and called down to Lou Freed.

"Bring Lily up here," he ordered, unloosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt.

"She ain't come on with her last performance yet, Silk," the other replied.

"To hell with her performance. She's coming up here to put on her last show," Silk said, his throat tight with desire. "Tell Rose to take over for her, and don't waste any time. I want that little cunt up her now!"

"Okay, Silk… whatever you say," Lou Freed replied and hung up, while the pitted, hawk-faced man stripped the clothes from his thin body as he walked to his bedroom and slipped on a cheaper version of Max Bovino's dressing gown.

Lily couldn't imagine what had come over her. She sat alone in the dressing-room only her sheer peignoir around her, endeavoring to fathom the source of the tiny sensations tingling through her body… erotic little titillating prickles that were filling her belly and loins with an indistinct excitement. She hadn't had a thing to drink all evening, except the Cokes, of course, but at the moment she found herself wishing that she was going-on instead of Charmine, so that she could enjoy the release her dildos would bring her… but she had at least another thirty-minutes; Rose was just finishing up.

God, what was happening to her, anyway? If-if only Max would send for her. Her brain swam giddily and that, neither, could she understand. It was almost as if she'd shot a light dose of smack, she was thinking vaguely, yet knowing that it couldn't be so. She'd never touch the stuff again, nor any other drug…

Lily barely heard the knocking, but was not surprised when the door opened and Lou Freed stuck his head inside.

"You're wanted upstairs, baby," he said. "Right now, come on."

"B-But I've got another show."

"Forget it. Upstairs, and on the double."

Max wanted her, Lily thought delightedly. God, her little wish had come true. She didn't try to contain her smile as she got to her feet and unhesitantly followed the heavy-set, lumpy faced, ex-pug along the narrow corridor to the staff elevator.

As they ascended silently, she couldn't help but feel Lou Freed's eyes raking her thinly covered nakedness with desire-filled eyes and the temptation to provoke him sensuously with maybe just a touch of her hand on his prick, or… but they were there then, and the door automatically folded open.

"This way," Lou said, taking her arm and leading her in the opposite direction from Max's entrance.

Something wasn't right, Lily reasoned in her glazed mind and she hesitated, reluctant to accompany him. She looked up into his red-rimmed eyes, shaking her head negatively. "Wh-Where are you taking me…"

"Come on, come on!" he snapped, yanking her roughly, his big hand gripping her slender wrist firmly as he dragged her to Silk Weaver's door.

Too late, Lily realized what was happening. There was no time to struggle, even to scream; quickly he opened the door and shoved her inside, following close behind. She started to scream out then, even knowing the futileness of it. This whole floor was sound-proof, every room a sound-sealed chamber of its own; no one could hear her if she shrieked her lungs out… Then… then, she saw Silk Weaver, in his dressing gown, enter the room from his bedroom doorway, a drink in his hand, and the tented, pole-like protrusion below his belt line indicating his already erect penis.

The horror of her situation struck her immediately. At the very least, he was going to rape her… and whatever else, she could only surmise in growing terror.

"M-Max will kill you for this!" she rasped, struggling to free her wrist from Lou Freed's powerful hand.

Silk's thin face twisted into a fiendishly evil mask of raw salacious lust. "Sorry, cunt… but this time you're wrong," he hissed. "Max gave you to me for my pleasure… and that's just what I intend to have with you… pleasure… only my kind of pleasure, eh?"

Lily could barely breathe; she was that frightened. It was as if all the air in her lungs had suddenly lumped into her throat. She gasped, then managed: "Y-You… you lie! Max loves me! I know he…"

Silk sniggered and drained his glass, setting it on a small casual-table where several slender, hand-carved ebony figures were displayed. Thoughtfully, he picked up one, a bizarre replica of a nude young African native girl, obviously in advanced pregnancy; he studied it. It was perhaps a foot long and some two-inches in diameter at its widest point… the girl's belly. Then, he looked up at the beautiful blonde, fear-stricken girl. He said: "Max wouldn't piss on you now, baby. He's got his new Su Lyn. You… you belong to me… as you're damn sure going to find out in a very few minutes." Then, to Lou Freed, he added: "Take her in the bedroom and tie her face down spread eagle."

Lily screamed then, again and again, neither man trying to stop her, and as she saw Silk turning away to make himself another drink, the powerful Lou Freed dragged her into the bed room, stripped her peignoir away with two vicious ripping motions and threw her face down onto the bed, climbing on top of her back to pin her securely while he tied both of her hands to the bedposts, and then her feet.

Lying as she was with her face pressed into the silken coverlet, her legs apart, feeling more naked and shamed than she had ever felt, even before a lust-filled audience, Lily didn't try to stop the tears rolling down her face. Her heart was pounding with a mixture of feelings. Her armpits and loins were hot and moist… and then, she felt Lou Freed's big hand smoothing over her buttocks and down through the crevice toward the hairless, open flesh of her shaved vagina.

"That's enough!" Silk barked. "Get out!"

The big man grunted, muttered something under his breath and left. Silk followed him to the door, then closed and locked it. He finished his drink, picked up the ebony statue once more and re-entered the bedroom. He walked to the bed where the voluptuous blonde lay securely trussed in her obscene position, completely at his mercy, then, he took off his robe and looked at himself in the mirror, his scrawny, wiry frame with his long, heavy-veined, rigid shaft. He massaged it gently, and looked back toward the bed. Lily was staring at him and now there was unquestionable fear on her lovely face.

He grinned down at her sadistically. "You called me a snake, Lily… remember?" he said with hardly a movement of his lips.

She didn't speak and suddenly he leaped on top of her, straddling her thighs as he began to slap her lush, full white buttocks again and again, then her ribs and back, again and again and again, bringing out hot, red marks on her soft, satiny flesh. He could hear her crying into the coverlet and he hunched down, his hands wedging beneath her on either side to clutch at her breasts… to squeeze and twist them cruelly, finally pinching the elongated hard nipples with demented viciousness and she wailed loudly from the pain.

"Oh God, no… please no!" she begged, but her words only served to incite him more.

He jumped off her and grabbed up the ebony statue from the bedside stand where he'd left it, then threw himself back onto her. He planted himself between her full white thighs, resting on his knees, the delicious slit of her pink, naked cunt open to him, and he stretched her soft buttocks apart so that he could see her rosy anus. Then, all of a sudden, he began to wield the long sleek statue down her buttocks with fury, letting it sink in, raising thick ugly welts across the soft white flesh of her ass.

"Snake, am I? You bitch! You cunt! You cock sucking slut!" he screamed wildly. "You'd rather be dead than have me, you said! All right! Now, we'll see… because you're all mine to play with, you miserable dog-fucker! All mine… you hear? You hear? Mine!"

And then in a frenzy, he pressed her legs as far apart as they would go with the bonds securing her ankles and jammed the head of the statue at her tiny, defenseless anus. She screamed and writhed furiously… but vainly as the wooden figure's head popped inside the strained, pink raised ring of her sphincter and began to penetrate with the heavy pressure he was applying. His teeth clenched and a savage grin contorted his hawk-like face. Her half-muffled grunts and moans hammered against his ears like pleas for more, and he gave it to her, his eyes blurring in his crazed frenzy, the ebony figure reminding him of a blackman's great cock as he plunged it savagely in and out of the pink, clinging hole between her luscious white buttocks, watching the incredible stretch of the slit in her behind with eyes that blazed.

At last, when she was nearly out of her mind from the barbarous attack on her anal passage, he bent over her and grabbed a pillow, stuffing its size and weight between her spread thighs and wedging it against the protruding base of the statue growing out of her lewdly stretched ass-hole, so that she couldn't, by straining, force it from her passage, then he crawled to the head of the bed and faced her, forcing his feet and legs down beneath her outstretched arms until his crotch rested below her face, and entwining his hand in her long hair he jerked her head upright until with clenched, tear-filled eyes, she was facing him.

"All right, you filthy pig!" he spat. "You like to play with double dildos, but your final act to night is going to be the real thing. Suck that prick, damn you, and eat it like you've never eaten cock before!"

Lily had never known such horrifying agony in her life. She was no angel; she'd had pricks in her ass before… but dear God, there'd never been anything so demented, so shamefully torturing as this degrading act he was committing upon her. She felt the hot tears gushing from her eyes as the pain spread and made her stomach convulse with a sickness that rose in her throat. She had stopped jerking and struggling, realizing in dazed panic that her only respite from the torment was to lay deathly still, for it was useless to resist the depraved attack of this lust-crazed animal whose only desire was revenge and satisfaction of his warped passions. The pain was almost unbearable from the huge object he had thrust and locked into her rectum, and if she moved but the slightest it only served to force it deeper into her, expanding the tight resisting channel to more inhuman widths.

At first, when he tried to force himself beneath her, she endeavored to fight him, but that, too, was useless. She was nothing more than a lowly slave… all she'd ever been really, since she'd come to work for Max Bovino… only now she'd been tossed to the slave-driver for his plea sure… and there was nothing in God's world she could do to help herself… only try to please this sadistic reptile… Resigned, she let him open her lips with his fingers and slide his heavy cock into the warm, wet sanctuary of her mouth. She felt it slither up the length of her tongue, filling her mouth completely with its fleshy hardness. He held her head firm with his hand wound in her hair and began to fuck upward into her face viciously, causing her to gag as he rammed and forced her head down until his rod went half way into her throat, its full-length almost disappearing between her soft, ovaled lips. She struggled for breath and he laughed brutally as she managed to desperately catch small gasps of air on her every upstroke.

Oh God! she moaned inwardly, the very helplessness of her position racing through her half-drugged mind as the earlier, animal excitement she had felt, weirdly began to trickle through her once more, causing an unexplainable masochistic hunger to start churning in her belly, and a low animalish moan escaped from her lips around his cock that she suddenly found herself sucking with enlivened ruttishness. Subconsciously, she began to undulate her lewdly impaled buttocks, pressing back against the wedged pillow between her thighs as she clenched and unclenched her rectal and cuntal muscles at the hard, foreign shaft boring deep into her obscenely gaping anus.

She found herself sucking more hungrily, if hatefully, at the hardened prick in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing and bloating lewdly with his vicious up-sawing moves, while her tongue began to explore its ridges and wrinkles, licking wildly and swirling about the blood-engorged head, the tip probing uncontrollably into the tiny seeping split at its end. She couldn't conceive of what was happening to her… the driving carnal desire in her befogged mind was without basis… yet to suck and lick at his continually expanding cock until this vile pig whom she hated with prodigious loathing, pumped his lascivious hot sperm down her throat was all that she could suddenly think of. Just that singular thought alone had instigated a mounting pressure in her own loins, as if she were sadistically going to draw the very sap of his existence from the core of his foul being in punishment for the hate-filled, sweet, agonizing, pleasure-torment be was subjecting her to… and then, he was abruptly pulling away from her, jerking her head upward by the hair and drawing his glistening rod from between her hungrily clinging lips.

"Wait you fucking bitch!" he hissed, slapping her face hard when she refused to let go.

The blow did little more than rattle her already jumbled brain. She whimpered at the loss of his prick in her mouth, feeling a sense of denial at vengeance, and she spat at him, then showed her clenched little teeth in an expression of vicious hatred.

"You filthy snake!" she hissed. "You filthy fucking snake!"

Silk wiped her spittle from his face and squirmed from beneath her, half-grinning, half-enraged in his lust. He went to the foot of the bed and untied one ankle, then one wrist on the same side, holding it so that she couldn't reach down and extract the long, bulky statue that protruded obscenely from her unbelievably stretched rectum. He rolled her to her side and jumped onto the bed once more, lying inverted before her, so that his cock was again shoved at her face while his own mouth was perfectly situated before the pink hairless slit between her legs.

At first, Lily started to kick at him with her freed leg, but he quickly subdued the effort by slipping his arm beneath it, forcing her leg up over his side where he could hold it securely, the move exposing her whole crotch area to him and causing her cunt to flower open, the moist coral hued flesh a scene of delight to his blazing eyes, while the salacious sight of the ebony figurine growing out of her wide stretched rectum and up between her luscious white buttocks, offered a contrasting color spectacle that set his perverted lust-twisted mind into a spasm of depraved glee.

"Now, you bitch… you filthy dog-fucking cunt," he spat, "I'm going to drive you out of your Godamned mind! Snake, am I? Godamn you! We'll see… we'll see!"

Furiously, he ground his face into her crotch opening his mouth wide and gluing it to the open lips of her moist, naked cunt slamming his tongue into her, thrusting it stiffly up into the smooth velvety sleeve of her vagina, and feeling the lubricated walls of raw flesh begin an immediate opening and closing around it as a shudder passed over her whole body and she groaned aloud.

"Oh… oh, you… you slimy cunt-licker!" she hissed through clenched teeth down at him, while uncontrollably, her hand reached out and clutched his thick pulsing cock poised before her face.

She stared at the heaviness of his hair-covered balls, then cupped them tightly in her one free hand as if to appraise the quantity of hot sperm bloating them, wild sensations of sadomasochistic pleasure beginning to rage frenziedly through her once more as the vile creature whose mouth was locked fiendishly to her cunt started to lick and suck, then nibble and bite at the elongated bud of her clitoris, while simultaneously he began to saw the impaling huge statue in and out of her tortured back passage.

The sounds that emitted from her own throat from the debased and ecstatically tormenting punishment he was inflicting upon her were unrecognizable to the lovely blonde prisoner in her mind-drugged state, and all of a sudden, she grasped his long, thick, jerking pole of flesh, ripped back its heavy foreskin and slipped her already sucking mouth warmly over it.

Silk groaned against the warm raw flesh of her opened moist cunt as he felt her hot mouth around his prick once more, sucking voraciously while her velvety tongue licked and swirled and immediately he began a thrusting hip movement, driving his swollen, aching rod deeper and deeper toward her throat while he chewed and sucked viciously at her clitoris and continued to ram the ebony statue in and out of her undulating ass.

The luscious cunt, bitch, whore! his lust-demented brain screamed. She was going out of her mind… loving every minute of it… even as she hated him! He was smashing his cock into her face, its knob slithering right down her throat and she wasn't retreating an inch… only coming forward to meet his every plunge. He could feel her nose and lips against his testicles at the apex of every thrust, and now she had them cradled in her hand, cupping, squeezing, milking them as if to force his load into her mouth and throat!

The ravaging enchantment taking place at her crotch, rippling through her loins and belly, was almost more than Lily could bear. She was either going to lose, or had already lost, her complete sanity. All sense of control seemed gone. She couldn't get enough of his depraved, sadistic tormenting of her lust-incited body. He was chewing like an animal at the tender, sensitive inner-flesh of her cunt, his reptilian teeth nearly devouring the inflamed nerve-plexus of her clitoris, while the barbaric instrument of torture he continued to batter into her rectum with demoniacal frenzy all the way to her bowels had made a raging inferno of mind-shattering, ever building pressure that had to burst soon or she would surely go insane… stark raving mad!

Oh the vile, slimy, vicious, cunt-eating bastard! her mind screamed in passion-hate. I'll suck the Godamned marrow from your slithering bones! I'll drag the lining out of your balls, you filthy snake! Damn you! Damn you! I despise you! I… I… I love you! Oh shit… oh fuck, cunt, cock…! Suck me! Eat me like a cannibal you filthy whore's son! While I chew the life-juice from your prick… Oh… Oh… let me have it! Give it to me! Shoot your hot cum into my mouth… down my throat… fill my belly… you cunt licking, evil snake!

And all of a sudden, she began to sink her teeth into his prick as he rammed in and out of her face, leaving tiny white half-painful furrows along its lengthy shaft, while her hand squeezed with exerted pressure his already aching, bloated balls, and in response he brutally plunged the ridged, ebony statue up her ass, biting and sucking at the same time with animal-like fury at her wet, grinding cunt, the sudden, piquant salty taste of blood the necessary ingredient to spill his over flowing reservoir of heated sperm.

It struck him with the sharp sweet pain of a million needles being driven into his loins and belly simultaneously. He was going to cum! Christ! His asshole was beginning to unravel…

His prick jerking in her mouth telegraphed his pending climax to Lily's passion-contorted brain, and the anticipation of his ejaculation was enough to trigger her own orgasm. She clutched at his throbbing balls and drew his bony loins as close to her face as she could while she thrust his straining cock down her throat, her lips ovaled and sucking tightly at its thick base, her tongue rubbing and licking wildly at the pulsating shaft…

And then the heavens ripped open and she grunted and moaned around his pumping cock in her mouth as the orgiastic upheaval deep in her own quivering belly burst in a stream of blissful sensations of release and thick white fluid filled Silk Weaver's gaping mouth and began to dribble out to saturate her feverish crotch. His pulsating cock began to jerk and squirt into her then, gushing forth thick streams of the creamy pungent liquid into her mouth and throat, her cheeks bloating and contracting as she swallowed to keep from choking on the great continual spurts issuing from it. She swallowed in thick, hungry gulps, as if fearful of losing a tiny drop of the precious fluid. Small dribbles seeped from the corners of her mouth as the spent prick began to deflate, yet, she continued her sucking, vacuuming every last drop of his warm, slippery sperm from his now limp, flaccid cock.

When she did let it slip from between her semen-coated lips, Lily saw that he was raised up on an elbow and glaring at her fiendishly, the black statue of the African girl in his hand, the latter surprising her for she'd been unconscious of its removal. She was surprised to see hate and lust still raging in his eyes, yet aware that her own repugnance of him was once more rapidly over-coming her.

"You filthy slut," he spat. "You dog-fucking cock-eater… you loved every minute of it, didn't you? Went out of your mind like the cheap, broken-down bitch that you are." He chuckled lewdly. "Well before this night's over you'll be able to take an elephant prick in that cunt and asshole, slut… because that was only the beginning." He grinned evilly, his eyes burning with licentiousness. "I'm going to make you beg for mercy, you bitch… beg, you hear?"

Lily sensed a feeling of new loathing horror racing through her tortured, near-exhausted body, but she steeled herself. She must never let this despicable creature know that. With great effort, she held back her tears and curled her lips back at him.

"Piss on you, snake!" she hissed. "You're not man enough to make me beg for mercy… not tonight, not any night…" She saw his thin, hawk-like face turn an ashen-grey, then, he was on top of her once more, slashing at her face and breasts and his hands… and mercifully, that was all she remembered.

Much later, when she awakened, Lily was hardly certain of anything, except that she lay across the bed in her own little apartment, a blanket wrapped around her naked body. She had no idea how she had gotten there, but could assume that Silk had brought her, or he had Lou Freed bring her. Her body ached from the brutal beating he had given her, but that was nothing compared to the pain she felt within for what Max had done to her. Dear God, what was going to become of her…? The tears rolled freely down her cheeks and she began to convulse with tiny child-like sobs… until finally, she slept again.

CHAPTER NINE

Jamey Halo had been semi-drunk for thirty-six hours; he'd slept in short, fitful catnaps through out the night, interspersing these with bouts of vodka guzzling and angry tear-shedding, all in the aftermath of Susan's phone call. He still couldn't believe it; she loved him and he was certain of it. There was something else… something that had driven her to break off their relationship, but he couldn't, for the life of him, determine what it might be.

Several times he had tried to reach her by phone, but had gotten Nadine who seemed to delight in telling him that her mother didn't want to talk to him. Then, she would turn on her own little undertoned, sultry, come-and-take-me charm, practically throwing herself at him. The luscious little minx, if it wasn't for his feeling toward Susan he'd damn sure stop the itch between those legs of hers… but right at the moment he couldn't afford to take that gamble, not if he ever hoped to win Susan back.

Christ! He couldn't believe it… Susan Sheldon dancing in the casino of the Diamond Dell for Max Bovino! How had that bastard ever gotten to her? It just didn't make sense. With any one else, maybe, but not Susan Sheldon. No… some way, he had forced her into it… blackmailed her… but how, and with what? What could he possibly hold over her head that would make her feel compelled to wiggle bare-assed in front of an audience in his crooked clip joint. Godamn that lousy no good-bastard! If he so much as harmed one beautiful hair on her exquisite head, he'd kill him! He would, damn him… they couldn't hang him any higher for murdering the second… no, the third, than they could for the first.

Oh Christ, what was he thinking of? Damn, he couldn't let himself even brush against such thoughts! It was the stinking booze; it'd stirred up the foul memories in his half-crocked brain, the ugly relics of havoc he had swept into a mental closet and locked away. Jesus, he had to get hold of himself! This would never do!

He shook his head as if to relieve it of the cobwebs glazing his mind. A shower… yeah, that's what he needed. He looked at his watch. Seven-thirty… Let's see… he was supposed to be at the high school at eight or so to watch that provocative little bitch, Nadine, parade her wares in rehearsal. Okay, he'd keep his word, then, he'd catch Susan's stage debut.

Jamey couldn't help but laugh at what he felt was his own humor. Stage debut? More like an audition for an orgy… damn her! Damn her! Damn her!

He jumped to his feet and threw his half-filled glass at the fireplace, listening and watching it shatter into a myriad of tiny pieces. His mind was a torment of aching heart and tortured soul, and he didn't know where to turn. Christ, he loved Susan Sheldon! Something was wrong; she was in trouble and he had to help her! No matter what the cost… he had to help her.

When Nadine spotted him coming down the darkened aisle toward the stage, her heart skipped a beat in her chest. She wished that she was wearing a bikini Mom had bought her for the contest, rather than slacks and a pullover, then he could see how much of a woman she really was. She smiled, and even in the shadows, could see his glistening white teeth smiling back at her.

"What're you grinning at?" Rickie Thompson questioned from the wing where he stood to handle the curtain ropes. He leaned around then, his young, good-looking face blanched slightly as he recognized the handsome figure coming up to the footlights and leaning on the stage. Jamey Halo's countenance was one that he had only to look at, and the blood immediately began to run cold in his veins. He watched silently as Nadine left the others and went forward to squat down before the TV actor.

"Hi," Rickie heard her say and knew that she was smiling warmly. "So you did come. I-I didn't think you would…"

"I told you I'd be here," he said, grinning up at her. "But I thought it was going to be dress rehearsal. Or is it undress?"

Nadine laughed lightly. "I'm glad you came, Jamey. Are… are you going to wait… and take me home?"

"Hey… you're kidding, baby," he laughed. "No, look, I've got something else I've got to do. I just stopped by for a minute…" Rickie sighed heavily in relief. He couldn't imagine anything worse than that… that dude seeing his precious Nadine home… damn him! He ought to tell what he knew about him, that's what he ought to do! If… if only he wasn't so finky scared…! But… but he didn't want to get into trouble… or mixed up in anything.

"I'd… I'd hoped you might wait," Nadine said, dropping her lovely almond-shaped eyes from his grinning face… "Where… what is it you've got to do?"

"Oh, come on, baby," Jamey said, laughing in his inimitable manner, while simultaneously, her youthful, unblemished beauty damned near whipped his breath away. She was almost the replica of her mother… raven hair, striking eyes, fine-boned features and magnificent body. He swallowed tightly.

"I know," she said, a flash of jealousy lighting her dark eyes. "You're going to the Diamond Dell and watch Mom, aren't you?"

Jamey licked at his dry lips. "Yeah… I am," he said, after a moment. "Look… what's wrong, baby? Why's she doing this?"

"Wrong? What'd you mean, wrong?" Nadine replied, tilting her head provocatively. "She's going on the stage, is all… and she's getting a lot more money. Maybe… maybe someday, we'll be a team or something."

"Oh Christ, that's wild, that is," Jamey blurted. "And will you be dancing naked, too?"

"She isn't going to be naked!" Nadine snapped angrily. "She's wearing a costume… something sexy, I imagine, but that's what they want to see, isn't it?" Then, she twisted her mouth into a knowing little half-sneer. "And she's got the figure for it… wouldn't you say, Jamey?"

He knew her words were meant to hurt him, and they did. He backed away and straightened, watched the expression of regret creep over her beautiful young face.

"I-I'm sorry, Jamey… I didn't mean that," she apologized quickly.

"That's okay. Well, I'll see you, kid… and good luck tomorrow night…"

"Jamey, please? You're angry… and I'm sorry," she said, watching his handsome eyes almost desperately. "I-I don't think I could stand you being angry with me…"

Jamey let a slow grin slip over his face. He reached up and patted her thigh affectionately, causing Nadine to experience an exciting tingle rippling through her, while Rickie Thompson felt a loathing sensation ball up in his stomach.

"Keep the faith, baby," Jamey half-whispered to her, winking suggestively. "I'll see you." Nadine straightened slowly, watching his tall, lean figure disappear in the shadows at the back of the auditorium… then, he was gone. She turned slowly, her mind filled with the thoughts of him, and saw Rickie staring at her with rage-filled eyes.

"Well…?" she said, raising her chin high in defiance.

"D-Damnit, Nadine… he better stay away from you! You hear me? He better… or… or I'll tell everything I know about him!"

Silk saw Jamey Halo when he entered the casino. He'd been giving instructions to Ben Quail, a pit-boss, and doubted that the handsome young TV actor had spotted him. The scrawny man with the pitted, hawked face; eased himself over the velvet-covered ropes that centered the four craps tables and moved toward the lounge where Halo had set a direct course. The din of the early evening revelry filled his ears as he decided upon the one attraction that had drawn the welsher to their confines. Certainly, it'd taken some courage, knowing how Max felt about the debt he owed him, which meant that his feeling for Susan Sheldon ran pretty deep.

Silk grinned wryly to himself. He paused in the archway to the lounge and waited, watching Halo climb onto a barstool where Rose O'Fara was going through a light version of her act. As the evening progressed, so would she. Momentarily, he thought of Lily and sniggered to herself. She'd called in sick, but he knew it was the bruises he'd caused on that lush white body of hers. The fucking pig-bitch! Christ, he had only to think of her and his cock rattled in his pants.

"Eight a point… Four, eight a number six, hard way six… Eight's the number… Five, eight a point… Two, snake eyes. Pay the field. Eight's a number… Twelve! Pay the fertile field again… Eight a number… Let 'em roll. Seven. Seven, the loser. Next shooter. Bets down…"

Silk moved inside the lounge, the loud rock and roll music drowning the chant of the stick man. He walked toward a wall house phone and called Max.

Su Lyn! Jesus Christ, Jamey thought, gaping up at her as she writhed and swayed with the powerful rhythm like a veteran, her magnificent body draped in a see-through, gossamery harem-dancer's costume, her voluptuous firm breasts, her slender waist, her navel and the puff of black pubic hair at the "V" of her loins all vaguely visible to him, but it was as if he were straining to see through the heavy mist, and he could hear the "ohs" and "ahs" all around him. Her long black raven hair hung down her back, flailing wildly with the loud beat tempo, and almost immediately he felt his penis stir wildly inside his shorts as she spun about and bent forward until the breathtaking vision of her full, round buttocks drew the sheer material tight and he could see plainly the vale separating them, along with the weight of soft, hair-fringed flesh that hung enticingly at the very juncture of her thighs.

A lump rose in Jamey's throat and stayed there. Her breasts quivered and jogged gently under the sheer material, her nipples poking delicious, darkened embossments, crowning points to a full measure of firm, caressable flesh. He could see the hollows above her hips, the neat tapering away from the breasts to the small, tight belly. When she turned, he sensed his rod move again in his trousers at the sight of her magnificent hollowing bottom that rounded out tauntingly toward the drinking audience, stretching hard against the flimsy covering that clung to it, outlining each sensuous buttock separately. He fixed his eyes on the voluptuous joint of the buttocks, unable to believe, now, that his hands had held them… caressed them.

Christ, it was all unbelievable… that he'd lain on that body, that he'd explored and caressed those breasts… that her tongue had played in his mouth while she herself writhed under him… with his prick between her soft, white thighs… almost, but not quite buried in her tender, untouchable cunt.

His eyes ran hungrily over the fluid curves of her swaying body as if they were hands, endeavoring to feel the flesh simply by looking. He wondered if she saw him, or if the lights blinded her? She seemed to move toward him, waggling her tensing, hollowing buttocks with her back to him, and he watched them move like two eggs rolling together. Subconsciously, he picked up his drink and swallowed half of it… Hell, he couldn't stand it… something had to give!

And then, she was finished and backing off the stage, smiling beautifully at an excited, applauding audience that had actually witnessed nothing in comparison to the lewd acts of the other girls, nothing but a stimulation of desire in their loins for an enticing creature whose Eurasian beauty would remain etched deeply in their minds to bring them back again and again.

Jamey slipped off his stool and moved toward the door that he knew led behind the bar-stage to the girls dressing room. He had to see her… to talk to her… Jesus, he had to!

He found her in a closet-like dressing room of her own. She was alone and smiling at herself proudly in the mirror of the makeup table when he opened the door and walked in. She still wore the harem dancer costume and with the lights from the table behind her, Jamey could see the outline of her curvaceous charms more clearly than when she was on the stage.

"Jamey! What're you doing here?" Susan said, seemingly both surprised and embarrassed as she picked up her peignoir and threw it around her.

He couldn't help but half-sneer at her gesture toward modesty. He said: "A little late for that, isn't it, Susan… oh, it's Su Lyn… I forgot… the China-doll…"

"What do you want?" Susan snapped at him, feeling her cheeks flushing in sudden anger. "If you came to insult me… you've done that. Now, you can leave."

"Not without you," he replied sharply. "If you think I'm going to let you stay here to be ogled by a bunch of drunken lechers, you're mistaken."

"And you're out of your mind, Jamey, if you think you can stop me," she shot back at him. "I told you yesterday the way it was. We can't see anymore of each other. It's no good, Jamey… no good."

"Susan, you love me and you know it!"

"I-I know nothing of the kind!" she stammered. Dear God, she had to get him out of there before he was seen, before Silk Weaver, or some one passed the word to Max. She doubted that there could ever be any explaining to the blind man once his orders were violated. "Please, Jamey, leave now."

"No! Not unless you go with me, damnit!"

"I'm not going with you!" she shouted at him. "Not now… not ever! Don't you understand? I'm-I'm tired of playing nursemaid, Jamey!" She made her beautiful face twist into a near-mocking sneer. "It's a man I want… not a boy… now, get out of here before I call for help!"

Her words stung him like the memorable bite of his father's horse-whip. He stared at her in bitter, mounting rage. The urge to throw himself onto her, rip the sheer covering from her luscious body and rape her until she begged for mercy was almost more than he could bear… but some how, he held himself, feeling his nails gouging into the flesh of his palms as he clenched his hands into hard, whitened fists.

"You… you bitch!" he hissed between his teeth. "You'll be sorry, damn you! You hear, Miss China-doll… more sorry than you ever dreamed…"

He spun on his heels then and was out through the doorway before Susan could speak. She reached out her hand behind him, started to call his name, then realized it was the only way. Tears filled her eyes as she slumped down onto the little straight-back chair.

Dear God, please don't let him hate me… she prayed, a tiny glistening rivulet spilling down her quivering cheek.

CHAPTER TEN

Riding through the crisp darkness in his Porsche, with the soft soul-music creating the atmosphere, of jubilant intoxication filling her, Nadine was afraid that any minute she would awaken and find that it had all been a dream. She kept looking over at him to reassure herself, wishing that there was no such thing as bucket-seats right at that moment; she would be sitting tight against him then, with her hand on his thigh and her other arm over the back of his seat in the accepted manner.

"Your boyfriend was sore," Jamey said, grinning over at her and interrupting her thoughts. "I thought he was going to lose his cool there for a couple of seconds and come at me."

"Please, Rickie's not my boyfriend," she replied quickly, but trying not to be kiddish about it. She smiled tolerantly. "He's really a nice guy and I do like him, but Lord, Jamey, he's just a… a child."

"He's flip over you, baby," Jamey said, still grinning.

"It doesn't matter," the exotic young girl said, her dark eyes sparkling with the reflection of dash lights mirrored in them. "Now come on, do we have to talk about him?"

Jamey shrugged. He was trying to play nonchalant, while inside he still seethed from the scathing rebuke this girl's mother had humiliated him with. He'd never forget the scoffing look on her face, nor her deriding jibes. Godamn her! Insult him… put him down, would she? Nurse maid, was it? The bitch! Damn her… she was going to find out that it didn't pay to ridicule Jamey Halo… or accept his love lightly. Shelly Granger could tell her, couldn't she… if she could still talk. He laughed aloud, hardly aware momentarily, that Nadine was beside him.

"What're you laughing at? Me?" Nadine questioned, twisting around in her seat and folding her legs up beneath her so that she was facing him.

"What…? Oh… no, I was just thinking of the expression on that Thompson kid's face, baby," he replied, his smile returning quickly. He looked at her for a long moment. "Hey, you're a real living doll, you know that? No wonder the kid's flip. You drool sex, baby… actually drool it."

He might have said she was the most beautiful girl in the world, just as he did in her dreams, and she wouldn't have felt anymore elated. Nadine sensed her cheeks flushing pleasantly. God, if she was close enough she probably would've kissed him. She loved him, that's all, just plain loved him! She managed to ask: "Where are we going?"

"To my place. Okay?"

"I-I guess so. Why… why did you come back to the school, Jamey?"

"Why? You mean you haven't figured that out yet?"

"Did… did you go watch Mom dance?"

"Sure. She was great. But you see, baby, all the time I intended to come back and pick you up," he said, the trace of a sneer contorting his young handsome mouth, even as a certain sensual viciousness gleamed in his eyes. "After all, a guy does like a gal more his own age, honey… especially one as luscious as you."

Nadine's breath caught in her young throat as he reached over and placed his hand on her leg, smoothing it along the fabric of her slacks, over her inner-thigh… up and down slowly in an affectionate gesture until he nearly brushed that crucial, sensitive place between her legs that no one except herself and Ann Trent had ever touched. Then, he took his hand away and she could still barely breathe from the confused, ecstatic moment of bliss it had brought her.

Oh God, she did love him! She did! And there she was beside him, going to his beautiful house alone with him… She could hardly believe it! What would Mom say? She'd have a conniption and blow her mind… call her some nice little unpleasant names, probably… that's what she'd say. But then, maybe it would be simple jealousy… because she loved him, too. Dear God, why couldn't her mother understand that he was just a boy… and that she was too old for him?

It was all plain to her now. Her mother had tried to seduce him… maybe she had, God forbid… Nadine hoped not… and poor Jamey hadn't been able to shake loose of her clutches, or wanted to hurt her. Maybe that was why Daddy had turned to Shelly Granger… God… she'd never considered that possibility before…

"Well, here we are, baby," Jamey said, ending her stream of unpleasant thoughts as he cut the motor in the darkness of his drive.

He hopped out and hustled around to open the door. When she stepped to the ground, she walked into his arms that slipped around her waist and drew her close to him. God, she felt so good! She raised her face, let her hands rest on his shoulders and waited almost breathlessly for his first kiss. It came… warm, soft, tender in its pressure almost close-lipped and he held it as his hands smoothed over her back and down to her waist, then back up, while her own arms slid upward around his neck hungrily.

Christ, he thought, what a delicious hot piece she was going to be… but carefully… slowly… nothing to frighten the little fawn. Damn! Her firm tits grinding against his chest were rich, unplucked fruit, and her soft belly and thighs enough to make him cum in his shorts. She was not only ripe, but she wanted him, Jamey Halo, and he'd wager his ass that she was a virgin… He almost laughed in her face at that. What in hell else could she be with little punks like Rickie Thompson hanging around?

"Come on," he said, slipping one arm around her waist and leading her toward the house. "I think it's time that you and I got really acquainted, baby. What'd you think?"

Nadine heard her own uneasy laugh. Truly, she was in heaven, but at the same time, she was almost frightened out of her wits. "W-Will you be good?" she managed, surprised that the words had come from her lips.

"What is it they say, baby? If you can't be good, be careful?" He'd stopped door and drew her into his arms once more. This time, he kissed her with open mouth and she felt his saliva wettened tongue playing at her lips, a chill of excitement she had never before experienced running up her spine. She opened her lips and his tongue slipped between them to touch hers exploringly, wet and warm as it moved about inside her mouth, sending vibrant, trembling sensations racing through every portion of her body. Momentarily, she thought her knees would buckle beneath her, but he held her tight to him, his hands caressing warmly down over her back and waist to the softness of her young firm buttocks, clutching them individually and drawing her pelvis tight against his thighs, until she could actually feel the bulge of his manhood… his penis… pressing tightly into her belly!

Oh God! It was heaven… heaven… heaven! Then, he slowly released her and said: "But most of all… we'll be gentle, baby… Come on."

He took her hand and moved ahead of her, turning on soft lights as they made their way into the plush living-room. Of course, she knew the house well, had even helped her mom clean it for him on occasion when they lived on the estate.

"I see the bungalow is lighted," Nadine said, noticing it when they had driven in, and happy, at the moment, for any topic that might help ease the mounting and confused tension within her. "Do you have a new caretaker?"

"Yeah… a young couple… Mike and Leslie Sayer… know them?" he said, walking behind the small bar.

"No, I don't believe so," she answered, following him and leaning onto one of the stools that rested between her and the bar. "Is she pretty?"

Jamey gave her a quick glance, then shrugged. "Didn't notice," he lied. "What can I fix you, baby?"

"F-Fix me… to drink, you mean?" She laughed nervously. "Wow… I don't know, Jamey I never…"

He leaned over the bar and placed his hand beneath her small, pointed chin, holding it in his palm between thumb and fingers and smiled, his eyes alive with licentious explosions that caused a tiny shudder to pass over her. "It's up to you, baby," he said, almost in a whisper. "I-I got the impression a few minutes ago that you'd grown up. Was I wrong?"

He held her chin and she looked straight into his eyes, hardly breathing. Well… here it was, she thought; he was challenging her. It was now or never, wasn't it… the culmination of all her dreams.

"I-I'm not much on knowing what to drink, Jamey," she said huskily. "Y-You fix me something."

He grinned, drew her face to him and kissed her lips softly, then, whirled away. "I've got a little something here you'll love, doll. It's called Pernod… nice sweet taste… goes down easy… gives you a soft little glow after two or three glasses… and it really relaxes you."

"Good. I think I need something like that," she said with finality, determined to prove to him that she was a woman and not a child. She turned away then, and crossed the room to switch on the stereo radio. She found the station they'd had in his car and the soul-music immediately helped lessen the tightness inside her.

Jamey came around the bar and approached her, handing her a glass of yellow milkish liquid, it's appearance surprising her.

"Try it," he said.

She did, feeling a certain wickedness in tasting the first sip, once more surprised at the sweetish, licorice flavor. "Hmmm," she responded. "It's good."

"Thought you'd like it," said Jamey, smiling. "It won't hurt you. Drink it all and I'll make us another."

Momentarily, she hesitated, then, lifted it to her lips, consuming it all in slow, small swallows. "Wow," she exclaimed, laughing and catching her breath as he took her glass. "It does taste good."

"The second one will taste better," he said, going behind the bar once more.

Nadine followed, climbing onto a stool. She watched him pour from the bottle, then add water.

"Jamey… is my mother in love with you?" she asked all of a sudden.

He looked up at her, hesitated, then: "Why do you ask that?"

"Because… she is… I know she is," the beautiful dark-eyed girl replied. "She… she wants you for herself… She'd die if she ever knew I was here with you like this… I'm certain of that."

"What makes you so sure?" he asked, pressing her drink toward her and leaning onto the bar, his somewhat glazed eyes searching hers with new interest.

"Oh God, Jamey, don't you suppose I can see what's been going on?" she said, pretending at sagaciousness. "And… and don't try to tell me that she hasn't tried to seduce you… because I won't believe it."

Jamey couldn't help the slow grin that spread across his lips. He said: "All right, I won't try to tell you anything, baby. You just tell me."

His making light of it angered her, and she hadn't wanted that at all. She picked up her drink and took down half of the sweet-tasting contents.

Damn him, he was treating me like a child. Well… it was time she showed him that she was any thing but that. She said: "Furthermore, I think that's the reason my father was carrying on with Shelly Granger… and why he's dead right now." Her words struck him with the impact of a bullet of ice. Jamey felt the blood draining from his face. He stared at her, his eyes narrowing. "What the hell are you talking about?" he snapped.

"It's true," Nadine replied, his sudden change of expression frightening her momentarily. "I saw them… my father and your Shelly Granger… naked in the woods one day… making love. They didn't see me, but I watched them for a long time. Jamey, I believe my father knew how Mom felt about you and… and turned to that girl. Later, filled with remorse, he just took his own life… he couldn't go on any longer. And that's what his note said, remember? Can't make it. Nothing to live for. It's too complex… and there's no love."

Jamey swallowed tightly. He drank from his glass, his eyes never leaving her beautiful young face. He had to keep hold of himself. "I think you're letting your imagination run away with you, doll," he said, his little smile returning.

"Are you trying to tell me that I didn't see them in the woods together?" Nadine asked, her almond-shaped eyes widening, a twinge of anger sparkling in them. "You think I'm blind, too, as well as being a… a stupid little girl?"

"Hey…" James said, coming around the bar to where she sat. He took her hand and drew her off the stool into his arms. "Who said any thing about you being stupid or little? A girl, yes… and what a girl…" He kissed her then, and she gave herself to him, letting his tongue play at her lips once more… "Man… what a girl," he whispered, "but I wonder if there's any woman in that luscious body of yours?"

Once more, a little tremor of fearful delight surged through Nadine, and too, at the same time, there were new, unexplainable sensations rippling through her as his strong arms held her tight to him and his hot mouth engulfed her own, his tongue plunging between her soft lips, beyond the barrier of her teeth and deep to the point of nearly choking her. She felt his hands cupping her buttocks as the swelling bulge in the front of his trousers pressed into her softly quivering belly. Automatically, she sucked and nibbled at his tongue, the tiny tingles that had suddenly burst into being in her virginal loins, seeming to spur her on.

At last, he came up for air, breathing heavily into her face. "Well," he gasped, "is there?"

"I-I don't know… yes… yes, Jamey… Oh darling, kiss me," she panted up into his face.

"Kiss you…! God, Nadine, baby, I want to fuck you!" he hissed, gaping hungrily down into her beautiful white face.

Nadine felt a chill of erotic stimulation shock her at the sound of the lewd word she had never heard spoken before, and its very significant meaning to her at that electrifying moment. An apprehensive sensation of confused want and near-panic seized at her belly, seemingly knotting it, then leaving a void there where entrails ought to be. She gaped, open-mouthed, with eyes half closed, up into his face that was growing more and more salacious with every passing second.

"Oh… oh," she whimpered, unable to speak, not knowing what to say.

He kissed her again, his hot mouth smashing down hard against the soft petals of her lips, his right hand moving beneath her pullover, upward along the naked flesh of her trembling ribs to her full, bra-covered breast and smothering it in his big strong hand, his long fingers kneading and caressing through the material while the breath seeped helplessly out of her.

She was quivering with strange, intensified feelings she had never known existed; her loins tingled hotly, moistly, between her legs at his wonderful masculine nearness; still she struggled lightly, showing reluctance, yet, not wanting him less nor despising him for what he was doing, but still unable to appreciate or fully give herself to the pleasure of it. His obvious, sudden lust frightened her, momentarily, repelled her, and the fact that he was forcing himself on her caused anger and humiliation to take equal control of her wits. Her upbringing had taught all that was contrary to what he was doing, or trying to do. Love between a boy and girl had to be beautiful… never lust-ridden… Mom had said that many, many times… but Nadine couldn't put down the vibrant sensations he had instigated and sent racing wildly over her whole body at the gentle stroking of her breast… and her mother had never told her about that.

"Oh Jamey…" she moaned as he kissed her again and again, his other hand creeping up beneath her sweater to fumble at her back with the fastener of her bra, while his warm, wet mouth and tongue moved eagerly over her face. She realized that all judiciousness was leaving her as the exciting, sensuous craving increased in her belly, and she clung tightly to him, opening her mouth receptively to his searching tongue.

Breathlessly, she gasped into his mouth as his hand slipped around and beneath her loosened brassiere to caress the smooth, firm flesh of her now throbbing breast, the nipple hardening erectly as he pinched and rolled it gently between his thumb and forefinger, raising further, unbelievable passion inside her, overwhelming any shame or anger she had briefly felt.

"I mean it, baby," he breathed hotly into her mouth, running his hand down her ribs and over the full swell of her rounded hip and along her outer, covered thigh, then behind and up to press beneath and cup the softness of her buttocks, "I'm going to fuck you… and you're going to love it… every second of it."

"Jamey… Jamey!" she gasped. "We… I… oh, we shouldn't."

Her brain reeled in the throes of the fogging emotions that had swept over her, and she wagged her head negatively, visions of her mom, interspersed with the face of Rickie Thompson, fleeting in and out of her mind, while the obscene word he had spewed at her along with its complete meaning ricocheted erotically through her aroused senses. Yet, even as she tried to oppose him, she sensed the barriers of her restraint crumbling rapidly, the very sound of his use of lewd, unspeakable words strangely exciting her.

"Yes… yes, we can, baby," he whispered softly, covering her mouth with his and sucking at her lips, his hands suddenly moving to unzip the zipper at the back of her slacks. "I'm going to slip my cock right up into that tight, cherry cunt of yours, gently and sweetly… hold your luscious ass tight in my hands and fuck my cock into your pussy until you swear you're in heaven," he hissed as she stared fixedly up into his eyes, her breathing increasing with every licentious, but passion-building word that came from his lips. "But first, I'm going to lick and suck that little hole between your legs like you've never dreamed of it in your lifetime…" he went on, his hand slipping down inside the loosened waist of her slacks, over the flat plane of her quivering belly, and slowly down to the thin, nylon covered swell of her pubic mound to gently stroke and tease at her dampening vaginal lips beneath. "And you're going to love me for it, baby… love and beg me to fuck and suck and fuck you…"

"Ooohhhh God," Nadine whimpered, breathing heavily, her arms clutching tightly around his neck in a sudden, uncontrollable burst of passion that completely bewildered her, desire that her vibrantly aroused young body could not, and did not want to, harness.

She kissed him wantonly, thrusting her tiny tongue deep into his mouth, while the middle finger of his hand that she had let slip down inside her slacks, pressed and rubbed at her moist, nylon-shielded vagina, and she knew that she was going to let him… let him do whatever in this world he wanted, to her!

"Are you ready, baby…? Ready to become a woman?" he whispered, suddenly removing his taunting hand from inside her slacks, then abruptly, lifting her bodily into his arms. "Ready to be sucked and fucked… made love to fully for the first time in your life?"

"Oh God… Oh God, yes… yes, Jamey darling!" she blurted, hardly realizing the words had come from her own lips. "Love me… please, love me… Make a woman of me, my darling!"

Jamey Halo could hardly believe the passion choked response that gasped from her soft, moist lips into his face. He knew only that the heat and aroma of her young hot breath was setting him crazy, forgetting his Godamned revenge on her mother… forgetting everything else in the friggin' world except the pagan magnificence of this virginal creature in his arms. Christ! He couldn't wait any longer!

She clung to him, her arms locked around his neck, her head on his shoulder and he carried her whimpering and mewling to his bedroom. There in the darkness, he kissed her again and felt her tongue slide into his mouth with a wantonness he'd bet she never realized she possessed. His prick throbbed and strained in his pant leg, until he was certain it was going to break, rip out by the roots, if her didn't release it soon.

"Oh God, darling… I'm afraid… I'm afraid," she whined. "I want to… I do… but I'm afraid…"

Jamey felt her hot tears against his face. "It's all right, baby… it's all right. You want to be a woman, don't you… don't you?"

"Yes… yes… yes…"

"Then, don't be afraid, doll," he reassured her. "I'll be gentle… and we'll make beautiful love… fuck to our hearts content… really find and love each other… until every muscle in our bodies are relaxed and filled with love. Isn't that what you want?"

"Yes… oh, yes, darling… I want you to! I do!" she gasped.

He thought she did, in fact, there was no Godamned question in his mind but what she did. He kissed her again to restore her confidence. Nothing could go wrong now; he couldn't take that. His cock was like an ax-handle. Shit, he'd rape her if she tried to stop him. He put her down and said: "Do you want to undress yourself?"

She hesitated, clutching at the muscle of his arm, her nails digging into his flesh. "I-I… oh… yes. Let's do it quickly, Jamey. I'm so frightened. I don't want a moment when you're not touching me. Please… please, hurry?"

"I'll hurry, baby, don't worry. And I'm right here beside you. You want a light?"

"No! Please, no! Not… not at first… any way."

Nadine began to remove her clothes, but almost hypnotically, her mind spinning from what she reasoned must be her rapid consumption of the drinks; she shut all else from thought but the rapture to come. She could hear Jamey and the rustle of his clothing as he removed them, and suddenly a tingling chill spiraled through her at the thought that in moments she would be in bed naked with the boy she loved… her handsome, wonderful Jamey, with his hot hard flesh pressed tightly against her own, his thing rigid and throbbing in anticipation of making love to her. Oh God, Mom, you have to understand… I love him! I love him! He was meant for me… not you… don't you see? God…

And then, he was behind her, his arms slipping around her waist as she stood there with her flimsy nylon panties her last covering. She felt his lips on her naked shoulder while his hands smoothed over the little bowl of her smooth, white belly. She shuddered, delighted at his touch.

He said nothing, only let his hands slide up ward over her hot, satiny flesh to her large, full pointed breasts, his hot, sensitive hands slipping beneath to cup upwards and lift them as the cool air brushed entrancingly against her unleashed nipples that had burst into hardness.

"Christ, they're absolutely spectacular, baby. You'll win that contest tomorrow night going away," he said, then he laughed softly. "If you want to cinch it, just let the male judges have a good feel of these before you go on."

Nadine knew he was kidding her, and there was a warming delight in knowing they could joke about such intimate things… like husbands and wives, or just lovers, must do. The reassurance of his closeness sent a thrilling sensation of confidence through her.

"Do you think I should?" she questioned innocently, laying her head back against his broad shoulder as he forced his long, thick hardness up against himself by pressing it in between her full buttocks, the strange masculine presence confusing and delighting her.

"You better not!" he warned, and her breath hitched in her throat as he massaged and kneaded, stroked and caressed her vibrant naked breasts, pinching at the tiny, hard cherry nipples and rolling them between his fingers, causing unknown, erotic fermentations to spasm blissfully through her whole body. Then, he was moving around in front of her. She stood perfectly still, her hands by her sides, trembling wildly from the excitement swirling through her. He lowered his head, cupped her breast and sucked the erect throbbing nipple deep inside his hot, wet mouth. Nadine swayed in the darkness, the overwhelming rapture causing her to nearly lose her balance.

"Take off your panties," he said still holding to her breast, and she did, rolling them down her hips and bending forward; he took both breasts then, one in each hand and held them until she straightened, her panties in a useless pile on the floor at her feet, finally kissing and sucking each one individually.

Christ, he couldn't believe there were ever such firm young tits in the world! So full, so hot and wanting. She was more than the replica of her mother… she was her mother when Cal Sheldon had first gotten to her! And he, Jamey Halo, was going to be the first to enjoy, to take, to fuck and suck too, this unbelievable reproduction of the two of them! Godamn! There was something sadistically fulfilling about that. Christ, he could only imagine the delicate, nectaral tang, or the swooning tightness of her vestal cunt… and he didn't want to just think about it any longer. His prick had gone way beyond that stage. He felt an infuriation of lust, yet, somehow he must keep his cool, he reasoned, lest he destroy the ultimate pleasures this most delectable creature was about to bring him.

He moved her toward the bed and she eased onto it, her frightened breathing filling the room, delighting him. She lay down on her back and he moved in beside her; she rolled toward him, wrapping her arms about his neck, waiting to be kissed. He did, ramming his tongue into her mouth, almost to her throat, his one hand traversing over her breasts and down her side, across her belly, finally reaching the moist velvetness of her hot, sensitive vaginal split, toying momentarily in the sparsely covered pubic hair as her breath burst from her lungs with the shock his fingers brought her; then, searchingly, he discovered her tiny excited clitoris. He tweaked and pinched it, raising gasps that exuded into his mouth, and then he ran his fingers downward through the sensitive, undefiled flesh to the small, unbroken opening of her vagina, and while his tongue fucked into her hungrily receptive mouth, he slipped his middle finger very slowly up into the damp, tiny hole of her maidenhead… into the unpenetrated passage of her quivering vagina…

Godamn! He was going to lose his mind, his prick ached so!

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Susan had been forced to talk with Max on the telephone when Silk Weaver refused to give her permission to go home. It was a lie, her being ill, but she had to say something. After Jamey's visit, she knew that she couldn't go on again. Maybe, if she were more seasoned, could adopt that philosophy of 'the-show-must-go-on'… but in truth, she knew she would never be stage-people. She was proud of her acceptance by the audience, still, she was not about to try and fool herself… she was not for this existence. If she hadn't been forced into… Oh, what was the use of thinking about it!

She manipulated the Ford toward home, pleased in her mind that Max had shown compassion. She really hadn't expected that either, anymore than what she'd received from Silk, but the blind-man had surprised her… just as he'd surprised her yesterday afternoon, when… when…

Her face flushed in the darkness of the automobile at her own thoughts. She hadn't been able to sleep too well last night, either. The fact that Max Bovino had brought her sex fulfillment like she'd never dreamed of in her entire lifetime had been working on her internally, much as an upset stomach might, only in this case, she knew no medical cure. Dear God, how had she ever gotten herself into such a position? Jamey hated her, Max wanted her and Nadine needed her. With one wrong move, she could place both Jamey and Nadine, forgetting herself, in jeopardy. Oh Cal… why? Why did you leave me? Why wouldn't you recognize my love for you? Could that girl… that Shelly creature possibly have meant that much to you? Weren't you aware that I knew all along? Don't misunderstand… I knew you'd come back to me; you always did… but I was afraid that Jamey'd find out and there'd be a terrible fight.

Why, Cal? Why did you have to take your life?

By the time Susan reached home her cheeks were wet with tears. It wasn't uncommon, not since his death, but now the distances were less than when they still lived on Jamey's estate; hence, her tears didn't have the opportunity to reach their fullest capacity.

Susan parked the car, climbed the stairs and was surprised to find their apartment empty. It was ten-thirty and Nadine hadn't asked to go any where. Of course, she had been at the school for rehearsal, but that was long over with. Had they not had an understanding which both of them in variably adhered to, Susan wouldn't have thought another thing of it, but they did.

She dialed the Trent residence and Ann answered.

"Hi Ann… have you seen Nadine tonight?"

"No, Mrs. Sheldon. I've been home all evening."

"You didn't go to the rehearsal, then?"

"Un unh. I'm not in the pageant, you know."

"Yes… yes, I know, Ann. Well, thank you anyway."

"Of course. 'Night."

"Bye."

Momentarily, Susan sat silently thinking. She dialed a second number. A woman answered and Susan identified herself. Momentarily, Rickie Thompson's unmistakable voice spoke.

"Rickie, do you know where Nadine is?"

"No. How would I know? That creep, Jamey Halo picked her up. I… I guess Nadine and I won't be seeing each other very much any…"

"You say, Jamey Halo?"

"Yeah. He come by after rehearsal with his Porsche and she climbed into that heap like it was the only one in the world."

"She didn't say where she was going, Rickie?"

"Say… She didn't even tell me good-bye. I've had it, Mrs. Sheldon! Nadine's pushed me around too many times! That's what my mom says."

"Well, your mom's right, Rickie," Susan said, trying to keep her poise. "A young man of your caliber shouldn't take that from any girl. Of course, you have to remember that Nadine is just a little girl…"

"Crap! Excuse me, Mrs. Sheldon, but I mean it. If she's a little girl, I'm Tarzan. You ought to see the way she was playing up to that TV dude tonight. I mean…"

"Yes, well, I can imagine, Rickie… and I'll speak to her about it. Thanks for the information. Good-bye."

Susan hung up and leaned back momentarily in the chair. Her mind was immediately flooded with a mirage of visions that she didn't want to accept. She'd never blinded herself to the fact that Nadine had a crush on Jamey; nor had she ever ignored the way that he looked at her, their age closeness, nor the reality that Jamey Halo was a juvenile lecher. But because of their feelings, her own and Jamey's toward one another, she had never entertained a belief that he would… he would try to touch Nadine.

Dear God…! She had to be sure! He'd take her to Quarrysite, wouldn't he? What was it he had said in the dressing room? "… Bitch! You'll be sorry, damn you! You hear, Miss China-doll… more sorry than you ever dreamed…"

Nadine hardly felt him slither down her, rolling her gently over onto her back and spreading her thighs as he crawled lower and placed himself between them, his face hovering just above her moist and excited loins. The room was dark and her mind was glazed in its rapture. She felt large flat masculine palms of warm hands pressing against the softness of her inner thighs, holding them wide apart, and her breath bubbled in her chest as she waited in mounting desire for what would happen next. Ann Trent had done it to her… would he?

"Oooohhhhh!" Nadine lurched, as his hot, moist lips closed over the soft pubic mound at the base of her belly. Then, she sensed liquid, tantalizing kisses being lavished on the hair-lined slit of her wildly palpitating pussy… just as he had promised, his tongue flicking snakelike at the soft, quivering opening. Every muscle in her body tautened at the insanely pleasurable licking of her still-closed vagina while uncontrollable groans of ecstasy rolled from her lips. My God, be had said it… said he would lick and suck her cunt… but… oh God…

The lights went on, then!

The room was like a stage with her laying there obscenely, her legs spread wide while he kneeled between them, his mouth glued to her cunt and her mother stood before her!

"Stop! Stop it, damn you!" Susan screamed. "Stop, or I'll kill you, Jamey!"

Nadine gaped at her mother, unable to speak. She held her father's pistol in her hand and it was pointed right at Jamey's back. Dear God in heaven! She had never felt so utterly despicable in her life! If she'd had any feeling of elation, and Lord knows, she had, it was rapidly disintegrating at that very moment! The very deathlike, frozen expression on her mom's face was fusing her bones together!

"Get off her, you little bastard!"

Jamey did, getting to the floor and slowly turning to look at her mother. Dear God, he wasn't afraid. He was smiling, his… his prick still standing magnificently right out in front of him. Nadine couldn't believe it.

"Well… surprise," said Jamey, for some reason not caring… almost hoping she'd pull the trigger. "Su Lyn, isn't it? The China-doll?" he said, taking two-steps toward her, then reaching down to take hold of his prick right before her eyes. "What can I do for you, Su Lyn? Want me to spread this around…? Or, would you rather shoot me, and maybe your daughter because we were making love? I wonder…? Is that any worse than what you were doing on that fucking stage tonight?"

"You conceited bastard!" Susan spat at him. "What I was doing was partially for you… so that Max Bovino wouldn't twist your neck to get the money out of you that you owe him… but that's unimportant now." Susan moved forward, edging around the bed. "Did… Did he put his thing into you, Nadine?"

"N-No… but I wanted him to."

"I'm sure you did," Susan spat. "Now; get up and get dressed."

Nadine didn't move. She stared at her mother, then at Jamey, amazed at the still hardened thickness of his shaft. "No," she answered. "I'm going to stay here with Jamey. We're either going to make love… or you can shoot us, Mommy… and I love you, honest, I do."

Susan gaped at the magnificent nude figure of her voluptuous daughter, yet unmoved from the lewd position she had found her in with Jamey between her thighs, his face buried… and all of the misery, frustration, and rage she had ever known bubbled up inside her. She raised the weapon in her band, leveling at Jamey's stomach.

"Damn you!" she blurted. "Damn you."

But she never got to pull the trigger, even if she might have. The pistol was snatched from her grasp by Silk Weaver who stood there with Lou Freed and another cohort named Burke.

Silk smiled slowly. "You're sick all right, bitch. You've got a sick family, too. I don't think Max is going to like it… but I'll bet my ass he likes that daughter of yours." He smiled lewdly at the young frightened girl on the bed. "Come on, baby, get some clothes on. And don't worry. You want to fuck…" he laughed, "the night's just begun, kid. Out on the farm, sometimes, we fuck for days and days. Now, get moving… Max is going to love this episode."

CHAPTER TWELVE

The farm that Silk Weaver had referred to was remotely located in the back-country some ten miles north of Parksburg. Burke, a tall, pasty-faced individual with vicious eyes and limp-wrists, drove the Buick sedan. Jamey rode beside him with Lou Freed on his right, while Silk sat in back with Susan and Nadine under his constant surveillance.

Nadine couldn't restrain the tears of shame and near-terror that dribbled down her lovely young face, at last, realizing that had it not been for her going to Jamey's with him, none of this would have happened. She had betrayed her mom with her stupid jealousy and wanton performance; now in some horrible way they were all going to pay because of her. She cuddled close to her mother whose arms were about her holding her tight against her breast, her gentle hand caressing the crown of her head soothingly.

"There, there, baby, it's going to be all right. Don't be afraid," Susan whispered into Nadine's ear, struggling to keep her own voice level, while simultaneously her flesh cringed beneath the hot, scrawny hand of Silk Weaver that was wedged between her legs, his nails gouging the soft satiny skin of her inner-thighs in his effort to reach the nylon concealed suppleness of her genitals.

Thank God, Susan reasoned, it was dark and Nadine couldn't see his vile act, as she desperately tried to squeeze her legs tight together, imprisoning his hand to keep it from reaching its ultimate goal.

"Open your legs, bitch!" he hissed into her ear, clutching and digging his nails into the tender, sensitive thigh-flesh brutally.

The pain was too overwhelming to endure, causing Susan to comply as tears of agony streamed down her own cheeks. Slowly she spread her thighs and his burning hand shot upward to clutch lewdly at the swollen little puffiness of her pubic mound and vaginal lips, squeezing and twisting with thumb and fingers through the sheer material of her panties. Then, they were tearing the thin covering to one side and she felt his cruel middle finger dig into the raw, unwanting pink flesh of her vulva, finally scraping down to the small, unreceptive mouth of her vagina and thrusting right up into her cuntal passage to the palm of his hand.

"Augh!" Susan gasped from the sharp pain of his fingernail tearing at the velvety inner-flesh as he began to worm it around wildly inside her.

"What?" questioned Nadine. "What is it, Mother?"

"N-Nothing, baby… nothing," Susan managed, her breath hitching in her throat while Silk Weaver sniggered gleefully at the pain and debasement he was causing her.

Then, suddenly they were turning into a country lane and Susan could see the faint outline of what appeared to be a house in the moonless night. She breathed a sigh of relief as the Buick came to a stop and Silk made one last vicious plunge into her vagina, his fingertip brushing painfully against the tiny mouth of her womb before he crooked the member, hook-fashion, and jerked it out of her.

"Aughhh!" Susan winced, again, biting at her lower lip as if to help her bear the minute of agony he left with her, and once more Silk laughed sadistically.

"What is it, Mother?" Nadine asked again, sitting upright and trying to see the woman in the darkness.

"Shut up and get out!" Silk snarled, opening the door to lead the way. "All of you, get out. And I warn you, don't try anything… especially you, Halo, or I'll blow your damned head off."

Meekly, the prisoners obeyed. Susan walked with her arm around Nadine who continued to cling tight to her as Burke led the way and the other two, with Jamey between them, brought up the rear. They climbed wooden steps and crossed a porch of creaky flooring, then, Burke opened the door and they saw light from inside.

A musty smell filled Jamey's nostrils as his two escorts pushed him into a narrow hallway behind Susan and Nadine. It was a farmhouse all right, and nothing more… aged, poorly furnished and dusty from lack of use. It reminded him of a hide out prop, the type often seen in cops-and-robber "B" movies. He wished to Christ that was what it was… just a story, with a director about to yell, "Cut… print it!"

Instead, they were all herded into what was probably the living room, and there in a high backed, leather chair sat Max Bovino in his inevitable dressing gown, his massive seeing-eye boxer at his feet.

"It's about time. Where in hell've you been?" the big handsome man barked.

"We didn't waste anytime, Boss," Silk replied. "Right after I called to tell you Mrs. Sheldon here was on her way to Quarrysite, we followed and sure enough, she heads for Halo's place."

"So," the blind-man said, his chin raised high as he faced straight ahead. "That's the way you work, is it, Susan? First, you lie to me about being sick, then, after I told you to stay away from that little welsher, you sneak out to see him behind my back, eh? It never occurred to you that I'd have you watched, now did it? You're just an unfaithful bitch like all the others."

"I went to Jamey's looking for my baby!" Susan snapped, holding Nadine who was trembling in utter terror, tight against her.

"Your baby…?" Max repeated, an expression of confusion furrowing his brow. "Who the hell's she talking about, Silk?"

The hawk-faced man grinned. "Her kid, she's right here, Boss."

Max grunted. "Bring her over here," he ordered.

Silk grasped Nadine's arm and the lovely young girl tried to pull free of him as she clung to her mother.

"No! No! Take your hands off me!" Nadine cried and Jamey started to move forward.

Both Burke and Lou Freed caught him by the arms, the big ex-pug twisting one up behind him in a painful hammer-lock. "One more move out of you and I'll break it off, punk!" Freed threatened, while Jamey winced from the pain.

"It's all right, Nadine," her mother said. "He won't hurt you… don't be afraid…"

Once more, Silk grabbed Nadine, only this time not so gently. "Come on, cunt," he snarled, jerking her across the room to stand before Max Bovino who slowly leaned forward and stretched out his hands.

"Come closer," said Max, spreading his legs, until when Nadine looked down she was shocked in horror to see that he was obscenely naked, his hairy loins and huge genitals completely exposed before her. She couldn't believe what her eyes were actually witnessing, and suddenly she wanted to cry out and run to her mother. But then, his hand caught her wrist and gently drew her to him, while his other big hand began to move over her face, and she realized that this was the only way he could see her.

His hands were light and gentle as suddenly they were moving over her whole body, feeling and squeezing… her breasts, her waist, her thighs, legs and buttocks, and once more the strange sensations she had experienced at Jamey's rippled through her, even as she trembled apprehensively before him.

"Christ! She's some baby, all right," said Max finally, breaking into a slow, lecherous grin. "Just my type of baby, too… A replica of her mother."

"No, Max! My God, no!" Susan exclaimed, moving forward until Silk caught her and held her fast. "Please, Max… you can't! Do what ever you like to me, but not my baby. My God, she's still a virgin…"

"Shut up, bitch!" Max spat at her. "You had your chance and you blew it. You lied and cheated on me… now, you'll pay. No one makes a fool out of Max Bovino and gets away with it…"

"Oh… please… I don't care about myself, but not Nadine," Susan begged. "My God, she's…"

"Shut up, I said!" Max snarled at her. Then, to Nadine: "Don't lie to me, kid… you a virgin?" Nadine could hardly speak. She opened her mouth and finally, a sound came.

"Well… are you, or aren't you?" Max growled at her.

"Y-Yes."

"You don't seem very damn sure of it," the blind-man said, leaning back in his chair.

"It's questionable, Boss," Silk put in. "When we got to Halo's place, he and the kid were stripping on the bed, and the little China-doll here was about to blast one or both of 'em."

Max grinned slowly. "Jealous, eh Susan?"

"No! I was just trying to protect my daughter's virginity…"

"You don't say," the blind-man taunted. "You don't believe in that like-mother-like-daughter routine, is that it?" He chuckled to himself. "Well now, seeing there's some question about whether your a virgin or not, kid, I guess it's up to me to settle it. So… strip. Let's find out if you've been fucked. Meantime, Lou, you and Burke peel the clothes from the welsher and tie him up good. We'll get to him later."

Susan broke free of Silk and ran over to Max's chair, dropping to her knees beside it and clutching at his arm. "Please, Max, please? I beg you, don't do this thing to her. Look, I'll do whatever you say… anything… only please…"

"Mom, stop! I'm not afraid!" Nadine interrupted, her love for her mother nearly overwhelming her as she realized what this wonderful woman was tying to do to save her… and after what she, herself, had tried to do to her. Dear God! Could her mom ever forgive her…?

Silk moved in and took hold of Nadine. "We've wasted enough time, kid. Strip those clothes off…"

"Take your filthy hands off me!" Nadine spat at him, jerking herself free, then, slowly raising her sweater up over her head.

"Oh… oh my God," Susan moaned, slumping to the floor in tears, and then Silk was jerking her to her feet.

"How about the China-doll, Boss?" he said, grinning lewdly.

"She strips, too, Silk," the blind man replied, his head high. "We're going to have a mother-daughter party… ain't that right, Lonny?"

At the sound of his name, the massive animal got to his feet and moved beside his master's chair to be petted, and the blind-man pulled at his ears affectionately. So, he thought to himself, now I get my revenge… in the fullest measure left to me. If only Susan hadn't crossed him it might have been different… he would've settled for just having her… but she was like all of the other cunts. He should've known more than to believe he could thrust her. Women weren't made for trusting; they were made for fucking and sucking a man's prick… and that was the extent of it. Godamn her! She'd gotten to him, too! He'd had a real feeling for her… The bitch! Now, she was going to pay… just like they all paid when they crossed Max Bovino.

"I'm ready…" Nadine said, standing defiantly naked before him, her hands by her sides, while Silk Weaver and Lou Freed stared at her deliciously firm young body with lecherous eyes, their pricks jerking in their pants.

Susan couldn't stand to look upon the degrading scene of her beautiful daughter standing bravely naked before the unscrupulous blind-man who had forced her to submit to his vile lust… yes, and even made her enjoy it, as he was about to do to her precious baby. Oh, dear God! Help us! Help us! she prayed to herself as she stripped her own panties down the long white columns of her legs and stood as nude as her daughter.

Jamey lay on the floor, completely naked and bound hand and foot, his wrists tied a second time to his knees so that he was curled into a semi-ball. Bitter gall had erupted into his throat a half-dozen times in his fear. Christ, they were never going to get out of this alive! Bovino would kill them all when he was finished with them… and that Godamned queer, Burke, couldn't keep his hands off him. He looked up and saw the pasty-faced one smiling evilly down at him. The bastard had his hands all over his cock and balls when he was tying him. There wasn't much question what he had in mind…

"Come closer," Max said to Nadine, leaning forward in his chair again, reaching out his huge, sensitive hands, and she did, closing her eyes as she moved in tighter between his legs. Then, she felt his fingertips once more, lightly dancing over her trembling flesh… again, her breasts, caressing and massaging them gently, tweaking her nipples into hardness… traipsing down her ribs and over her quivering belly… her hips, her buttocks, her suddenly, hot thighs… smoothing up and down them as if he were amazed.

"Christ… you're as soft as velvet," he hissed, almost chokingly. "How old are you, kid?"

"F-Fifteen," Nadine gasped, her breathing in creasing beneath the stimulating touch of his unbelievably sensitive hands, the wild little fermentations racing through her belly and loins once more… then he was moving those hands toward her vagina! She closed her eyes tightly and lifted her chin as his fingers moved downward to taunt the silken patch of sparse young pubic hair covering her mound, this time, his finger was lightly tracing, teasing the tight pink slit of her snug pussy lips between her legs.

Nadine couldn't hold back the tiny moan that fell from her lips as she unconsciously pressed her pelvis forward and felt his middle finger trail down the length of her vaginal split, separating the soft curled strands of hair as it went, then penetrating slowly, gently, into her, massaging at the small elasticized channel mouth… finally, slipping up into the little moist opening of her maidenhead.

"Oh… oh," she gasped, looking in the direction of her mother but not seeing her… his magnificent hands were too much…

Silk Weaver had undressed and both Lou Freed and Burke were following suit. The scrawny man had moved in behind Susan, thrusting his long prick between her thighs and holding her tightly back against him, his mean hands clutching and twisting at her breasts cruelly. The pain brought tears to Susan's eyes, but her own physical agony was nothing in comparison to the degradation her beautiful daughter must be going through, she reasoned. Her poor, precious little girl, being subjected to such abusive, horrifying lechery. Why didn't God strike him dead? Damn him… Damn him…

"The kid's a virgin, all right," Max said suddenly, his finger still inserted inside her tight, moist passage, and he could feel the reaction of her strong young cuntal muscles sucking at his finger as a shudder passed over her luscious body and his huge cock jerked into an upright position.

Jamey stared at the whole wild and impossibly lewd scene, his own rod stiffening into hardness uncontrollably, and then he looked up to see the long, thick shaft of Burke jutting out from his loins and the wicked smile on his pasty-face. Suddenly, the limp-wristed bastard was walking around behind where he lay helplessly tied on the floor, balled up on his side, and he felt him dropping down behind him.

"You sonofabitch!" Jamey screamed. "I'll kill you if you try that on me! Godamn you! You filthy queer."

Silk began to laugh and maneuver Susan around where she had to watch. Nadine opened her eyes and gaped over at the two men who lay on the floor spoon-fashion… her own Jamey and the one called Burke. Dear God, Burke's thing was as stiff as an iron rod, and he was holding tightly to Jamey while he placed its ugly purple head right against his… his anus. She stared in utter disbelief as the man began to press it into Jamey, the huge knob pushing forcefully at the raised brown circle of puckered flesh…

"What's going on?" Max questioned, Nadine, placing both hands on her hips. "Tell me, what is it?"

"It's-It's the one called Burke," Nadine stammered, her lovely young eyes gaping in disbelief.

"Well, Godamnit! What's he doing? Tell me before I lose patience with you, kid."

"He's… He's trying to put his thing… in Jamey."

Max chuckled. "You mean he's going to ass fuck him?"

Nadine swallowed tightly, new and more wild sensations swirling through her at the obscene sight of Burke's hardened penis now half buried in Jamey's bottom. She had heard about such things, and had always questioned the truth of them… a person wanting another of the same sex… but there was no longer any doubt in her mind. Dear God! The man's cock was all the way up Jamey's behind, and he was beginning to push and pull in and out of him in a frenzy, while Jamey whimpered and cursed.

"Godamn you! I told you to give me the picture!" Max barked. as suddenly; Silk began to force her mother down to the floor and Lou Freed had come over to help.

"Yes… yes!" Nadine replied, tears dribbling down her face at the sight of her mother being pressed down onto her face and Silk crawling on top of her back, spreading her beautiful legs and holding his foul prick lewdly in his hand. "He's ass-fucking him! Is that what you wanted to hear?" she screamed at the blind-man. "And that's what that other horrible man creature is about to do to my mother! Oh God, Mr. Bovino, stop him, stop him!"

Max chuckled. He had no intentions of stopping anything, in fact, his little vengeance-party was just beginning. But the best was yet to come… and it was time.

"Get down on your knees, baby," he snapped. "Hurry… down, right here between my legs… 'cause you're in for the treat of your lifetime."

Nadine attempted to struggle, but he held tight to her wrists. "Oh please, Mr. Bovino… make them all stop. I'll… I'll do whatever you say… only make them leave my mother and Jamey alone."

"Down, damnit!" he snarled, applying strong pressure to her slender arms and she crumbled down on her knees, tears welling from her eyes.

"Now, raise that beautiful little ass of yours up in the air… So… is it up there?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Max grinned. "All right Lonny… now! Fuck, Lonny! Fuck!"

Nadine knelt in near-petrified, confused terror as the massive animal padded behind her, while she tried to observe the vile abuse being inflicted upon her mother. Max still held tightly to her wrists and her face was only inches away from his massive, ugly rod towering up from his hairy loins. Dear God, she didn't want to look at that horrible thing, nor that huge bag hanging between his legs… but the sheer agony she felt at seeing her mother being subjected to such sadistic, lascivious treatment was as bad. Oh Lord! Silk was trying to shove his filthy, long prick right into her mom's beautiful bottom… and her mother was just lying there on her belly with her thighs wide-spread, her buttocks raised slightly off the floor up at him… not fighting him… just submitting to his fiendish rape! And the other one, Lou Freed… he was watching in lewd fascination… watching and waiting… Dear God! Oh! Oh! What was that?

Nadine choked back a scream, the blood suddenly icing in her veins as she felt something cold and wet slipping back between her own buttocks… then, moving downward toward the tight and completely defenseless slit of her upraised vaginal lips. She stiffened and jerked at the spasmodic, cold wet touches against her sensitive genitals, but when the great dog growled warningly, she realized it was his nose. Oh… oh… what further piece of degradation was this? He was sniffing at her as if she were another animal… a female dog in heat! She lifted her head, then realized the futility of looking up at her blind tormentor as the cold, searching nose suddenly rubbed wetly against her tiny, cringing anus.

My God! My God! What's he going to do to me? she thought, helplessly.

A split second later, she knew. His long 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. She waggled her buttocks uncontrollably at the taunting sensation and heard the brute's responsive growl. A tremor of fear rippled over her as she reasoned that she must remain still… not antagonize him. Again, the long length of hot, moist flesh touched her and she felt him beginning to lap greedily at the tight fissure between her spread thighs. He ran his tongue fluidly through her crotch, from the snugly puckered little anus down over the clasped pink edges of her pussy, reaching to the tiny pulsing bud of her clitoris. Then, his thick lingual member had opened her, spreading through her soft, sparsely fleeced vaginal lips like a honed blade through butter. It laved relentlessly between her opened thighs, pausing only occasionally to lunge in a curl into the tight mouth of her chaste vagina. Oh Lord, she couldn't believe what was happening, nor the effect it was having on her. She stared over at her mother who was now lying on her back on top of Silk and she saw his cock thrust right up her beautiful mother's soft, round buttocks. His scrawny hands clutched and dug into the satiny flesh of her belly, while she lay obscenely sprawled, her lovely head almost draping over his shoulder, her mouth open, her eyes clenched tightly shut, and the ugly one they called Lou Freed was kneeling between her widespread legs, his heavy prick in his hand as he steered it toward the opened pink flesh of her moist vulnerable cunt! Oh Lord, God! They were both going to… to fuck her at the same time! Oh… Oh… why didn't Jamey help her?

She strained to see him, and did. Burke was still spooned right up tight to his buttocks, his perverted prick buried. in the depths of poor Jamey's unprotected rectum… only… only… Burke had untied Jamey's wrists from his knees and the foul man had his hand wrapped around Jamey's stiff penis, pumping it furiously as he plunged into his rectum, and… and Jamey wasn't fighting him either! His eyes were closed, his mouth slack, and he was thrusting his buttocks back against Burke's horrible, skewering rod of flesh.

Oh, in heaven's name! What was happening to all of them? She couldn't believe her own eyes, nor the grunts and groans of ecstasy that were suddenly filling her ears. Were they all going mad?

But then, at that very moment she, too, groaned aloud as Lonny's incessantly probing tongue shot into the tight moist channel of her vagina to graze her maidenhead, squirming into her like a scared lizard, ravishing her exposed vaginal orifice mercilessly. And at that precise moment, unknown, wild, galvanic sensations burst inside her and she whimpered loudly as she involuntarily lowered her face and lips to the naked flesh of Max Bovino's hard thigh.

The blind-man had waited patiently. He'd known it would come. None of the bitches he'd ever submitted before Sir Launcelot could resist him for long, say nothing of this little virgin. The Godamned trained-brain cur was more of a lecher than he'd ever been. Max could sense the rapid change taking place in the little cunt; Lonny was setting her off in a manner she never dreamed possible. It was time now, really time.

"Now, Lonny! Fuck, boy. You hear? Fuck!"

Nadine felt as if she were in some strange befogged coma of rapture. Her loins and belly had begun to churn warmly, alive with atom-like prurient tingles she had never thought existed. Neither her mother nor Jamey could any longer claim a place in her mind, even though she tried desperately to think of them, but the beautiful animal's tongue had licked and stroked all superfluous things into near-oblivion. She was lost in her own enchantment.

Susan groaned audibly as she lay on top of Silk Weaver, he, outstretched beneath her, her back tight against his stomach and chest, her legs splayed out obscenely on the outside of his, while his massive, throbbing cock was interred to its entirety up into the very recesses of her bowels. She was helplessly impaled, as though sitting on a giant pulsating stake of torture. She tried to think of Nadine, but the pain wouldn't permit it. Her mind wouldn't function.

"You filthy, stuck-up cunt!" Silk hissed into her ear degradingly as Lou Freed crawled on top of her, ruthlessly forcing his legs between Silk's and her own, brutally expanding her thighs even further apart and grasping his swollen, stone-hard cock to guide it quickly into the moist, stretched channel of her open vagina. "How does my cock feel rammed right up your tight asshole, eh, you bitch?"

"Ooooohhhhhh!" Susan groaned, the hawk-faced man's words falling against unhearing ears as Lou Freed's massive prick slithered lizard-like up into her cuntal passage until she felt his balls smack heavily against the spread cheeks of her buttocks, joining the other invading phallus in-bedded deep in her ass. She wailed loudly, both in agony from the pain and the debased shame, caught between these two evil, lust-filled men who were raping her mercilessly with their enormous, angry pricks thrust deep into her soft, tender body, with only the slightest wall of flesh between rectum and vagina separating their hard, fleshy shafts.

Jamey Halo was watching it all from his unbelievably debased position, refusing to let him self believe that he could ever come to enjoy the depraved sodomy he was being submitted to, while at the same time, the queer bastard was clutching and pumping his cock until he thought it would shatter any minute. Yet, he had to marvel in wide-eyed lust at Freed's prick fucking into Susan's hot, moist hole with unbelievable fury, while Silk's bony loins plunged up and down, lifting them right off the floor… in and out of her tight asshole with sadistic, vicious strokes… both of them finally falling into a rhythmic tempo that buffeted her between them smoothly, and the dual-fucked Susan lay limp and sandwiched like some rubber dummy, moaning continuously at the outrageous, ravishment of her defenseless crotch. Christ… it was something to see!

The glistening pair of thick pricks were ramming into her lewdly stretched passages like pile-drivers, and his own inflamed, lust-glazed eyes stared excitedly at the lengthy, wet cocks, moist from her cuntal secretions, fucking like crazy in an harmonious cadence into her.

Sonofabitch! The ramming cock in his own ass, along with the queer's jerking of his prick was setting him off! He never would've believed it could happen… but it was… and it was good, good!

He gaped at the frayed, coral edges of Susan's pussy being extracted with Lou Freed's huge prick on the backstroke, and disappearing back inside when he thrust deep into her belly. The same sight caught his eye with Silk's vicious cock sucking down out of her, tugging the tight ridges of her hungrily clasping asshole with it, then fluidly soaring back up into her as he heaved up ward until his balls were wedged tightly into the cleft of her beautiful, yielding ass-cheeks.

But Christ almighty. What was happening to Nadine? She was on her knees between Bovino's open legs and the Godamned dog was mounting the spread moons of her firm young ass that he'd almost gotten to, paws wrapping around her waist as if the beautiful girl were its mating bitch… and he could see the glistening, scarlet dog-prick slipping from its huge sheath, dripping freely, its tapered point jerking and dancing as the brute hunched in close to her, endeavoring to bury the pink, lean tip and the thickening shaft into her young, virginal body! Shit, the Godamned fucking beast was going to get her cherry!

Nadine felt her belly constrict while she knelt in a fearful, half-mesmerized daze; she sensed Launcelot mounting her, his soft furry body crowding in toward her trembling buttocks, his forelegs clutching at her hips powerfully. His beautiful tongue had rekindled the wild sensations in her young, unviolated loins… sensations she had first felt at Jamey's, but even more-so now than from Jamey's short and gentle ministrations, and she found herself sobbing when she looked back, shifting her quaking, round ass cheeks in an effort to try and capture the lengthening animal prick. Oh Lord, she wanted the long slippery organ inside her… had to have it inside her to quell the insane tingling spasms that were continually increasing within her chaste young pussy!

Intrinsically, she reached down between her wide spread thighs, grasping the wet shaft and causing Lonny to half-growl, half-whimper, while she tried to place the pointed nozzle at the tiny mouth of her passion-flushed, moist vaginal opening, hardly realizing what she was doing in her bewildered, sensuous coma.

Immediately, the great animal thrust and Nadine screamed!

"Eeeeiiiggggghhhhhhh!" she cried out in shocked disbelief, then with a twisting lurch tried to shake the impaling rod of animal flesh out of her pierced cunt as the total agony of his feral assault raced madly from the core of her body to her brain. The goring spear had ripped her wide open, she knew, and the blood was streaming from her! She'd felt the thin membrane of her hymen give way before the ferocious onslaught with a renting stab of pain, and she was certain the brute had torn the horribly expanded little opening of her vaginal hole!

But her efforts to free herself were in vain, for Lonny's fierce growl filled her ears while his hairy forepaws clutched possessively at her waist, thrusting, thrusting, spreading her virginal passage open wider and wider as he hammered his long animal-cock deep up inside her tight, pulsing, hot channel.

Jamey watched in lascivious fascination, while the perverted, pasty-faced Burke continued to ream his back passage and pump savagely at his rod, gawking in amazed lust as the thick, scarlet canine shaft slithered forward with a wet charge until it was sunk almost to the hilt, the dog's hairy black balls swinging beneath Nadine's damp, hair-lined crotch. He watched the animal buck frenziedly at the moaning girl's lovely, trembling buttocks, attempting to skewer her onto the last remaining inches of the still growing pole of his huge glistening cock…

Susan was unaware of all around her. Shamed and aching, her head tossing back and forth against Silk's hollow chest while his hands clung brutishly to her breasts, she felt only a great heat and splitting at her loins. She felt super-defiled, and every part of her seemed to be at those two great holes they were tunneling between her legs. Her lips opened and closed in torment. Occasionally, she tried to flatten her hips, or draw her buttocks in to lessen the pain of her anus, but then she was aware only of the tightening of her vagina and the extra pain which followed from Lou Freed's relentless entry.

Oh God! God help me! she groaned inwardly, while they buffeted her between them like a common slut, using her helpless, defenseless body as a human drain into which they would eventually spill their lewd, seething sperm. She felt debased beyond all reason, and that the ravaging of her body had been going on since the beginning of time.

Then… then… the very helplessness of her obscene position raced through her mind, and the licentious mental vision of being fucked by two lust-warped men simultaneously began to luridly excite her, causing a sudden masochistic hunger to agitate her belly, and a low, ecstatic moan broke from her lips. Subconsciously a fire stormed through her and she began to wildly undulate her buttocks and squeeze with both cuntal and anal muscles at the swollen, hard, thick cocks boring into her.

Her daughter hung on a mental plane of unfathomable pleasure-pain, kneeling between the powerful, naked, hairy thighs of Max Bovino, her now passion-glazed eyes flicking open at intervals to see the blind-man's towering, heavy-veined prick standing rigidly mere inches from her face, the sight of it no longer repelling her. At first, Lonny's vicious animal-rape into her virginal passage had nearly blinded her with the excruciating agony from the enormous shaft bursting into her, pushing the velvety, resistant flesh of her tight young vagina before it, until in seconds he had rammed it all the way up inside the warm, moist channel. And as he continued to piston into the softness of her upturned buttocks, she could feel his silky hair brushing excitingly against them; she was impaled to the fullest on his wonderful animal-cock and suddenly reveling in new-found joy at its unnatural possession of her vestal cunt.

She breathed a moan of bliss from her sudden, lust-slackened lips and she began to move rhythmically backwards to meet Lonny's superb, panting thrusts. His forelegs clung to her soft, white hips like powerful furry arms; she began to undulate her body, rotating her buttocks in carnal little circles, giving herself fully to the erotic delight of the beastial fucking this splendid dog was pounding into her from the rear.

She wished there was some way she could watch his pleasure-giving cock disappearing inside her clasping pussy, but she could only picture the debauched sight, and the mere thought of their unnatural coupling sent never-before salacious exultation soaring through her sensually aroused and deflowered young body. She saw her large, taut breasts, one hanging fully to the cushion between Max's legs, the other pressed tightly against the hard, hot flesh of his thigh, its nipple tingling vibrantly as she rubbed it against his hairy skin, her torso writhing and perspiring as she worked to move in cadence with the breathtaking, rampaging, dog-prick that was ever growing bigger and bigger… continually expanding inside her entire passage to her belly. She visualized it sliding deeper… deeper into the forever stretched mouth of her clinging pussy, a relentless, steaming shaft of glistening flesh lunging beautifully into her moist, pink cunt.

Then, she felt Max Bovino's hand brushing through her hair and she looked up at him, opening her eyes. His fingers traced lightly over her face, his brain recording what they read there. He smiled down at her and took his cock in his other hand, stroking it slowly, lewdly, while she watched, luridly captivated by the spectacle of the thick foreskin moving up and down over the blunt, purplish head. Smoothly, his big hand slipped beneath her wealth of long black hair, easing behind her neck and head… he was drawing her face downward… down toward the huge mushroom-knobbed shaft and she could see a small drop of clear liquid seeping from the moist split at its tip.

"Lick it, honey," he whispered. "Lick it like a cherry lollipop. Take it in your hand… don't be afraid… hurry!"

Abruptly, a maddening excitement and desire welled up inside her and slowly, Nadine's small hand moved forward to encircle the great, spearing rod. She felt him writhe and heard him groan to her touch as she drew back the foreskin from the glistening head the way he had done, exposing the pulsing glans, then, manipulating the outer-flesh up and down, fascinated with the thick, hot feel of it in her near-dwarfed hand, her fingers hardly going around it; then, she lowered her beautiful face as if magnetized by the massive phallic wonder… until her lips were but a fraction of an inch from touching it. She heard him groan once more, while Lonny fucked furiously into her now enraptured cunt from behind, spurring her on as she sucked in her breath and flicked out her tiny tongue to bring it into warm contact with the soft, rubbery tip. She swirled it around slowly, wetly, experimentally, while he twisted and jerked beneath her taunting, until her tongue-tip finally found the little split at its end and wiggled into it.

Nadine tasted the pungent tang of the droplets of seminal fluid oozing from it and immediately, a new, more enchanting ripple of pleasure coursed through her while her young nostrils flared excitedly. Her hand smoothed down over the rock-hard shaft to the velvety flesh at its heavy base, then downward to his smooth, great testicles and she drew her nails gently beneath them, then weighed them in the palm of her soft warm hand, while with her other one she skinned the thick foreskin back until the ponderous head stood sleek and naked… and she lowered her wanting lips slowly, encompassing the spongy head between them, letting it rub along the full length of her tongue as her wet, ovalled mouth went down and down and down onto it.

Max Bovino grunted above her rising and lowering head; he began a slow rolling with his strong hips, sliding his thick, lecherous cock in and out of her youthful mouth with a wet sucking sound, guided by his hand behind her head and entangling now in her long raven hair. With his other hand, he tactily saw the puffing of her soft cheeks beneath him and her head bobbing on the end of his prick, while her whole supple, satiny body quivered from the powerful jolts of Lonny's plunging cock smashing into her sweet, tender young cunt from behind. Christ! This was the ultimate of vendettas… what he'd been waiting for. If only that yellow bastard Cal Sheldon could see his wife and daughter right at that moment… paying the price for his eyes… and this was only the beginning! He shoved his throbbing shaft upward between her receptive, sucking lips with a vengeance, his grin widening with each thrust into her hungrily ovalled little mouth.

Nadine couldn't resist the sudden, delicious thrill of Max's cock in her mouth. Her brain reeled ecstatically and her body was alive with sheer sensual bliss, even though she hardly felt human… more of a mass of sweating, lust-deranged flesh that wanted to be weirdly subjugated. She was actually reveling in the debasement of being fucked this first time in her life, and from behind by a beautiful panting animal, while she sucked his master's cock! She ground her buttocks hard back against his hairy, battering body and felt the tiny rivulets of moisture building in the crevice between her ass-cheeks, sensing them dribbling down the backs of her smooth inner thighs, while the mounting pressure in her belly and loins signaled that something dynamic was soon going to happen deep inside her belly.

She tasted and sucked wantonly at the ever expanding cock in her mouth, the abrupt thought of it suddenly ejaculating as she knew they did from school-sex class, spurting its white, thick sperm deep into her throat setting her wild with anticipation. She wanted it! Yes… yes! She wanted it to shoot into her mouth and throat… and she'd swallow it right down into her belly! She wondered if it would be warm… hot, perhaps… like the feel of his heavy balls in her hands at that very moment? Oh Lord… what was happening to her? She had never felt such lust in her whole young lifetime…

Suddenly, Jamey cried out, but no one paid him any attention with the exception of Burke who was squirting his load wildly up the young actor's rectum, while he simultaneously pumped Jamey's cock that was jerking in his hand, long white streams of sperm shooting forcefully from its tip half-way across the room.

"Ooooohhhh… Ooooohhhhhh… Yes… Yes!" Susan began to chant hoarsely in the litany of the enraptured, as she continued to respond in kind to each lunge into her cunt and rectal passage. Wild and insane, Silk and Freed had become, punishing her between them without mercy; yet, suddenly she was giving them back in equal fury every stroke they delivered into her, until all three began to groan in an unintelligible maze of ruttish, sexual abandonment.

"Ahhhhh… God, yes! I can feel both of your cocks beautifully inside me! Faster… faster, damn you! Faster and harder! Oh, yes, yes! Fuck harder… harder!" Susan cried out at them, urging them on, the thought of having two men raping her at the same time suddenly driving her toward a whirlwind of cyclonic lust. It seemed to go on forever… but she never wanted it to stop… the mounting erotic bliss of it… the hands gripping and clutching at her as if she were a lowly slut-slave… and she was completely and helplessly impaled from above and below… Her brain reeled… nothing mattered but the tremendous sensations of subliminal ecstasy about to explode within her.

"Now!" she wailed. "Please… together… cum in me! Fill me! Now! Hurryyyyy! Please hurrrrrryyyyyyyy!"

At that moment, Silk began to mouth obscenities and suddenly Susan felt the hot, boiling liquid of his sperm shoot deep up into her back passage as her own orgasm seized her, sending delicious spasms of sensation rocketing through her, and she could feel every contraction of his horrendous cock jerking out its load of seething white cream deep, deep into the confines of her bowels; then, Lou Freed grunted and cursed while she drew her thighs back as high as she could raise them, her breath heaving from her lungs, and his jerking prick began spewing its thick jets of hot semen far into the depths of her quivering belly, her own secretions blending and pooling hotly with his, an almost frantic convulsion of bliss momentarily overwhelming her.

Nadine was lost in the heat of her rising, ungovernable, newly discovered passion… lost to any sense of her surroundings, conscious only of the increased vigor in the magnificent animal thrusts pounding from behind into the remotest parts of her no-longer virginal cunt, and the naked loins crushing up tighter and tighter into her beautiful face. She could feel the cock that was stiffly poling into her mouth begin tensing in forceful trembling movements and the hand behind her head grip harder. His hairy pelvis closed in on her until she felt certain he was trying to drive his shaft down her throat to meet Lonny's penetrating far up into her belly, and the exaggerated thought alone drove her on wildly.

God, she wanted it to explode in her mouth… to swallow his cum and feel it dribble down her throat… then, she sensed it swelling convulsively and sucked it madly. It burst! He swore vilely, while his prick gushed forth thick hot issues of the white, pungent liquid into her throat, her lovely young cheeks ballooning and contracting as she swallowed in hungry, thick gulps, fastening her lips tightly around the jerking organ, not wanting to lose the tiniest drop of the precious fluid… yet, she felt thin rivulets oozing from the corners of her mouth as the blind-man seemed to collapse beneath her, his shrinking rod slithering lifelessly from her still voraciously sucking mouth.

Susan had raised upright, dazed in the throes of her own violent climax, then, let out a scream at the sight of the horrifying depravity her beautiful daughter was being subjected to between the lustful, vengeance-driven blind-man and his powerful trained dog. Dear God, the despicable debauchery was the very dregs of degradation. She struggled to get to her feet and go to her, but Silk grabbed her and held fast.

"Just hold tight, cunt, and watch this," he spat into her ear. "The boss wouldn't like it if you interfered, just when he's blowing his nuts in the little bitch's mouth. It's his big moment, know what I mean? After fifteen years… kind of an installment payment to the memory of your yellow-bellied husband."

"Oh… Oh, my poor darling!" Susan exclaimed in despair as she read the wanton expression on Nadine's face when she raised it from Max's loins, thin, sticky strings of his obscene viscid cum stretching from her tender lips to the horrible man's now flaccid cock.

And then, abruptly, Susan saw her daughter's mouth gasp open in a choking scream as she began to toss her head from side to side wildly, her long, raven-black hair flailing and whipping about her shoulders. Susan realized that she was in the beginning paroxysm of orgasm, and she gaped in awe at the sight of her precious daughter screwing her buttocks back salaciously against the dog like a rutting bitch. The huge animal's tongue hung loosely from his mouth as he fucked into the beautiful waving ass from behind. Saliva dripped from it onto the coated film of sweat covering her smooth white back. Again, Nadine screamed and rammed back against the animal deliriously, just as he jerked forward and his huge cock began the obvious spitting of its sperm with hard, bullet-like spurts deep into her clasping young virginal cunt.

And all of a sudden, Nadine's white rounded buttocks began contracting, hollowing and tensing uncontrollably, indicating the climactic upheaval within her quaking belly, and a thick, white combination of human-animal cum seeped out around the flushed lips of her throbbing cunt that squeezed and milked the prick of the dog ravenously, forming thin trickles of the mucid fluid to run in obscene rivulets down the white, lush columns of her soft, inner-thighs. Her backside glistened, displaying soaked pubic-hair and open pink flesh as she pitched forward onto her face to the right of Max's chair. She was exhausted and the immediately deflated cock of the powerful dog slipped from her ravaged passage, then he stepped over her prostate, outstretched body to stand nobly above her, his teeth bared, a deep possessive growl rising from his throat.

No one heard the automobile motor, the foot falls across the creaking floorboarded porch, nor the opening and closing of the front door… yet, she never tried to hide anything. Lily Vance was insane with debased, jealous rage.

Then, she stood there!

"Godamn you Max Bovino! Godamn all of you!" she cursed.

Silk recognized her voice before he saw her, but he was helpless, naked and without his gun… and she had one!

She raised it slowly and fired the first shot that struck Max. The second one hit him, too… in between his half-naked breasts… the first slug leaving a bloody little hole right in his face, above his darkened glasses, not quite at the bridge of his nose. The blind, dead man barely moved; he'd never known what took his life… but the great trained animal leaped a near fifteen feet through the air to pinion the murderess onto her back beneath him, and might have torn her throat away had not Nadine screamed at him… and the dog obeyed.

"Lonny! Stop! No! No, Lonny! Back, boy! Back…"

This, among other things, was what surprised the police… that a young girl could command a specific, master-trained seeing-eye dog and make him obey, holding everyone in the room at bay while she retrieved the gun, then untied Halo who proceeded to help her. They sought many more answers, but none of the people involved were willing to talk about what had happened.

At last, Chief of Police David Archer bad said: "Leave them alone. They've suffered enough for one night… and maybe I know how much."

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Nadine was sorry about Jamey's and her mom's wedding plans not being a bit more elaborate. She still entertained the young-girl idea about those things, but she had grown up enough to realize such matters rested with the parties involved. She smiled to herself and petted Sir Launcelot's majestic head. Her childish conceptions of what made up life had changed since that night at the farm. She just hoped that once they took the step, they'd remain as happy as they were right at that moment.

She wondered suddenly if it was still raining outside? These November chilled days with the rain that would soon be snow intrigued her, especially in front of a glowing fireplace, and in such a beautiful home as Jamey's there at Quarrysite. Again, she smiled to herself, thinking of Rickie Thompson, those thoughts trickling through her young, imaginative mind. Wow he was really so sweet… but as childish as her ideas of becoming an actress. She wasn't sorry that she hadn't entered the finals of the Miss Parksburg contest. That life wasn't what she wanted… not really; there were too many other things immediately at hand to be conquered… like the new caretaker, Mike Sawyer, for example. Damn… he was handsome… and only twenty-one!

Lying there in the living room on the plush carpeting before the fireplace in her robe, with only panties and bra beneath, she felt a certain exciting looseness and she reached out to pet Lonny's head. Then, she heard her mother's laughter coming from the den where she and Jamey relaxed on this cold, rainy, Sunday afternoon. She continued to smile lightly to herself, feeling smugly warm and pleasant… as well as erotically stimulated in just the knowing that she could have Jamey, if, or when, she ever wanted him. Her beautiful mom had indirectly implied as much when they were alone, almost suggesting that she would rather share with her the love of her future husband, rather than have her precious baby giving herself to strange boys or men, now that she had tasted the sensual delights of life. Her mom was so wonderful… so understanding, but what she didn't understand was that she had grown-up over night, and had her own ideas regarding what she wanted.

For example, she wished that Ann Trent was there with her at that very moment; they always had so much fun together… but then, she found herself wondering if their kind of fun would ever interest her again. She didn't feel a great deal of excitement thinking about it… the way it used to be. That night at the farm had changed so many things for her…

Poor Lily Vance, though; she would suffer… and she was so pretty. But Chief Archer had said something about a manslaughter charge being acceptable… whatever that was… and that she wouldn't have too long to serve in prison. Really, she shouldn't even have to go. Silk Weaver and those other two horrible men should be behind bars, yet, they hadn't been charged with any thing… simply because she, Mom and Jamey had refused to talk about it. Now, Silk Weaver was running the Diamond Dell. It just wasn't fair… but she didn't want to think anymore about that and spoil her day.

She scratched at Lonny's ears instead, and let the handsome figure of Mike Sawyer play in her mind. He'd really smiled at her today, just before it clouded up and started to rain, and she'd felt his eyes following her as she walked toward the main house, letting her buttocks work a little overtime and pretending to watch Lonny as he romped and played in front of her.

Sooner or later, she thought to herself… and she was absolutely sure it would be a delicious time… but she had to let him think that he was seducing her. After all, he would be her first real man… even though she wasn't a virgin any longer. Lord, she wondered if she would ever learn all the necessary things a girl had to know and do to trap her men?

Then, her mother laughed again, the pleasant sound coming to her from the other end of the end of the house, and she reached out to run her fingers lightly along Sir Launcelot's warm, hairy belly toward his hind legs. She tweaked him there mischievously and he whimpered in response.

"Come on, darling," she whispered excitedly. "Let's you and me go to my room and pretend at napping. I have an entrancing idea… and I haven't felt as… as sleepy as that night at the farm."

She hopped up quickly, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes sparkling with certain licentious lights as the great animal bounced to his feet, his ears standing high, devoted brown eyes staring faithfully at her.

"And we'll lock the door," she whispered, bending to stroke his massive head once more. "I don't like my nap interrupted… do you?"

Content

Jon Reskind
Sir Launcelot volume 1

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