The Ultimate Vampire Resource and Directory

Chapter one

The Encounter



Early in the evening her thoughts began wandering to her naughty and darling Charley. As she thought of Charley, she remembered the passionate, kinky, erotic and edgy love they had made in the previous weeks. She imagined his warm, wet lips brushing hers with that sultry electricity that only his lips could spark in her. She thought of his lips brushing against her neck....teasing, tormenting, his kisses but a promise of the sexy pleasures yet to come. Mmmmmmm....how she craved him and longed for his hot, masculine body, his hardness.....she craved his kinkiness, his smile, his warm woodsy scent, craved his hands on her. This was the man who understood her sexuality, adored her slutty nature and played to her darkest longings, desires, perversions and fetishes. Oh yes, he was the only one with whom she could share her twisted imagination, and in return, He freely shared his quirky pleasures with his lovely, little fuck toy. Together, they experienced the heavenly freedom of sexual bliss for which they had both yearned.....seemingly forever...



She lay down on the bed with erotic thoughts of Charley swimming through her mind, and she was overcome with desire. Her body flushed with thoughts of the lusty pleasures they had recently shared and enjoyed so openly together. She removed her top and jeans and lay on the bed in just the soft, silky, pink panties and bra that her Master had recently given her as a gift. He liked her in pink...the color looked so pretty against her smooth, creamy, olive colored skin. She slid her hand down to her sweet, hot center, felt that her panties were already wet, and then squeezed her horny, wet pussy through her panties, imagining it to be his strong hand. Sliding her soft hand down the front of her moist panties she began to slowly slide a finger up and down her wet slit which was already slick with hot, sticky love juice. She brought a finger to her lips and sucked the sweetness from her fingertip.....mmmmmm so tasty and sweet....she wished that her Master was here to have a taste and to bathe his horny tongue in her moist, secret spot.....



She hooked her fingers into her panties, raised her round ass off the bed, and slipped them down her hips and thighs, down to her ankles, then flung them to the floor with her foot. Spreading her legs wide, exposing her naked, smooth, aching, wet kitty, she begins fingering her hot hole...alternately fingering her pussy deeply, then rubbing her swollen, pink clit; teasing, tantalizing, driving herself to the edge of pleasure. She moans deeply as she remembers the toy that Charley had specially made for her....a replica of His swollen, hard, veiny cock, and she thinks about how good that hard, rubber cock will feel sliding between her open legs....mmmm...



Reaching into the night stand, she pulls out the dildo and a half used tube of KY. She squirts some onto her fingers and then smoothes it gently between her tight, pink slit. Oh how she loves the feel of the cool jelly as she rubs it sensuously into her now slippery crease, then works it into her hot, juicy little fuck hole. She teasingly spanks her clit with her open hand a few times causing it to instantly bud, then slips a lubed finger into her tight ass. "Oh yes," she groans as she finger fucks her lubed ass and runs the hard shaft over her slit...feeling its veiny thickness...imagining it to be Charley's hot, hard, and horny cock. Mmmmmmm, she thinks about how his prick instantly swells and drips with desire each time he thinks of the passion and sexy pleasures they secretly share....



Closing her eyes, she soon becomes lost in her own pleasure. She presses the head of the fake cock into her wet, lubed fuck hole, and feels the head begin to spread her tight pussy walls open...feels how her pussy strains against it as it begins to fill her...stretching and priming her dark, secret spot. Mmmmmm Charley's dick is so nice and thick....she loves the way his hard, hot manhood fills her so completely....the way it takes her breath away each time He slides it so smoothly into her soaking wet, aching little love box, opening her completely to his carnal desires.



She does not notice, nor does she hear that Charley has come home. She is oblivious to the fact that she has forgotten to close the bedroom door, but instead, has left it halfway open. Charley has been peeking in at her through the door, watching her every move....enjoying the show, watching His slave quietly, in awe of her sensuality. His dick is already as hard as stone and straining for release. He aches for his horny slut, aches to fuck her tight wet little fuck hole raw, to make her scream in pleasure, but vows to remain still and silent, vows only to watch this live fuck show as His slutty princess pleasures herself like a common whore on His bed. She will be upset that He did not come to her. But He will make it up to her...oh yes, He thinks.....He will definitely make it up to her, and she will serve Him well. He smiles wickedly as His hand begins stroking His bulging cock through His suit pants, pre cum already soaking through leaving a tiny, round, wet spot.



He watches in silence...His voyeuristic tendencies overtaking him completely as His Queen continues to masturbate...sliding the big dildo into her wet tight pussy...fucking herself into a frenzy, moaning in untamed, wild pleasure. The fat toy makes sucking sounds as she slides it in and out of her soft, juicy box, taking it fully up her sticky, tight hole, hard and deep, stretching her to the limit. He is mesmerized by her, can't take His eyes off her, as He unzips His pants, takes His hard cock in hand, and begins to stroke...His dick swollen and throbbing, bulging at the seams. He hears His princess moan and whisper as she calls out His name..."Mmmmm fuck me Charley, oh yessss, please fuck me harder, faster, oh pleasssse!" The dildo drips with her pussy juices as she continues to ram it hard, fast and deep up her horny hole, her hips bucking wildly.



He watches her hungrily, but can no longer hold back. He walks quietly toward the bed, and stands over her with His hard manhood gripped in His hand. Whispering softly, He says, "Yes, my little whore, Charley is here." ...................





“My god,” she calls out, startled by his sudden appearance and then realizing it is Him. “Oh Charley, I need you so bad.”

“I’ve missed you dearly my little cunt. Let me help you finish what you have started.”

She takes out the dildo and flings it on the floor. He slides his head in between her legs and begins ramming his tongue into her wet pussy. The sensations of her pulsating lips sends waves of lust through his entire body. His tongue flicks her hard clit and rims her pussy cave. Her back arches as he tastes her juices and licks her like a wild animal. He softly nibbles at the tender folds of her pussy and then ravishes her insanely with all he can give. Ramming her with his tongue as far as it will reach. Her moans of pleasure signal to him that she is about to cum so he backs off, not wanting her to do so quite yet.

“Fuck me master, I want to feel your hard dick inside of me,” she screams out.

“You need to prepare my cock first.”



In one quick motion she slides over and grasps his massive cock. Oh how he enjoyed the soft feel of her hands on his manhood. Her lips opened on the tip of his cock and her tongue licked the pre cum from the penis slit. She licked the rim of the head before taking his cock completely in her mouth. His head fell back enjoying the sliding glide of her mouth on his cock. She licked and fondled his ball with her fingers. While she encouraged upon his dick, his fingers found her wet hole and entered her, sliding in and out of her creamy cunt and matched the erythmatic motion of her lips on his cock. The slapping sound of her slurping on his cock and the moans welling out of her heaving chest filled the room.



He lifted her head off his cock and kissed her lips.

She could feel his hairy chest rub across her tits which sent her nipples into erection.

He kissed her lips and neck and bent her down on the bed. His cock slid between her legs which opened freely to the feel of his hardness against her. Her back bucked upward opening her dripping pussy to his dick. He ran his dick down the tender folds of her slit, gliding across her throbbing clit. His cock found the opening that eagerly waiting for his arrival. He slid the head in to her pussy and felt her pussy trying to tighten unto it then open up again. He slid in a little further filling every portion of her love canal. Deeper he slid in and he could feel her pussy again gripping on his cock. The wonderful feeling of totally filling her up.. Her slick pussy had taken all of him, his entire length, with each stroke he could feel the coming explosion that he so longed for. He hit her vaginal wall faster, his balls pounding on her ass with each stroke. She burst into such an orgasm that her entire body convulsed into shaking. She screamed letting all the air exit from her lungs. He let his load blow into her. It was so strong that he felt his cock would not stop spraying her pussy cavern. His entire body felt the sensation ripping through him. He screamed out a howl that came deep from within him.

“Oh, my god woman, there is no one like you in the world. No one can make me come like that,” he said, letting his cock remain in her pussy but rolling onto his side.

“I’m glad I pleased you Charley. You have pleased me also. I love the feel of your wonderful cock inside of me,” She said, gazing into his deep blue eyes.

After laying holding and each other in a love cradle for awhile. He got up from the bed.

“Honey, we need to get up, shower and get dressed. I have to meet Bobby at the Silver Spur at 7pm.,” Charley stated.

“Oh the Silver Spur, do I get to dance and strip while we’re there,” Jen excitedly asked.

“Of course, I want you to dance. Wear that red sexy outfit that I like and those boots.”

“Oh good, its been so long since we’ve done this. You’re not in any trouble are you?”

“Well maybe. You know that business deal that I was telling you about two months ago?”

“Yes,”

“Well its not going quite as planned, there’s a bunch of pissed off people.”

“Wow, you’re scaring me.”

“Don’t worry I can take care of myself. I’ll be packing my gun just in case things get a little hairy.”

“Okay, master. I’m just worried. I wouldn’t want to lose you.”

“Well this meeting with Bobby will let me know how bad things really are.”

Charley watched Jen get her things ready for the shower. Her beauty was taking his breath away. How he valued this precious jewel he had found. Her long blonde hair hanging loosely over her tanned back. That perfectly round ass of hers that made him hard just looking at it. Her face was always beaming with a smile, piercing, mysterious eyes that could open your soul and rip out your heart. It was a face that made people stop dead in their tracks with disbelief of her beauty. Her firm and pleasantly round tits that just begged to be felt and squeezed. Her pussy that sent him to heaven every time he played, touched, licked, and fucked it. She made his heart pound in his chest…he wanted to hold her and love her every minute he possibly could. He would give up his own life to save her and it might just come to that tonight.



Jen walked into the shower and let the warm water flow over herself . Oh how good it felt, letting the sticky sweat of their lovemaking run off her. She suds herself with the soap letting the sensation please her. The soap and water streamed down her cleavage and flowed down her stomach and trickled through her slit.

Charley opened the door and came in to join her..

“Are you hard again all ready?” Jen asked, admiring his cock that she so dearly loved. “My god, how I love you.

Charley’s cock stood erect. It’s purplish color and veiny hardness was ready to go again….





" Charley...You've startled me once more. You move so quietly. Have you been standing there, watching and listening ? from the grin on Your face i think you have". He stepped into the shower behind her, closing the door. She moved forward to allow Him into the spray, but He pulled her back against Him.



His hands now following the water, flowing down her body with it even more soothing than the water yet stimulating, exciting, thrilling at the same time. Each time He touched her was like a new, awakening. she could never tire of His magic touch. His hands moved over her, caressing, arousing,... her body swaying beneath them to the rhythm they created. Both hands glided down from her face, her neck, over her breasts, down her stomach, hips, thighs.



She leant back against Him, her body arching in response. She could feel his hardening as it pressed between the cheeks of her ass. He leant down and nipped her gently on the shoulder. She turned her face towards Him for a kiss, tongues searching, breath in ragged tangles, she raises her hands to capture His face, trying to turn toward Him. He swiftly captured her hands in His left hand, trapping her wrists, His right hand gripping her thigh, not allowing the turn. He bent down again, and nibbled along the side of her neck, making her squirm in His grasp. His captive...



His hardend cock probing,... telling her how much He is enjoying this. Her hands stay trapped, His right hand now sweeping up from her thigh, brushing across the front of her pussy, up to capture a breast, squeezing, kneading, underneath, teasing the nipple, circling it, then rolling it between His fingers, making her gasp. He played with her breasts, body, nipples, making her squirm faster.



He reached over, getting the sponge. Gently running the rough side down her arm, side, hip, over the cheeks of her ass, backs of her thighs. Her body writhing now, pressing back against His cock, her pussy wet and hungry for another taste of her Master. He reached down and pulled her thighs wider apart, sliding His cock across her pussy, teasing her clit, but not letting her have Him yet. sweet torture....



She moans, moving her hips. Her pussy gliding back and forth over Him, His cock glistening with her dripping juices. He swept the rough sponge over the front of her thighs, then upwards, sweeping up under each breast, making her moan louder. Finally reaching her taut nipples with it, brushing it over them, sending shocks of electric pleasure racing thru her. He reached past her, dropping the sponge, turned off the water, and pulled open door. He stepped out, bringing her with Him, still clasping her wrists, taking her thru the door onto the carpet.



He turned her to face him, pulling her close, kissing her hard. The world dissolved, spinning down and down into His kiss. She slid down His body as the water dripped from them. He still held her wrists, her arms stretched up, her mouth finds His cock, chases it finally sucking it in, deep. Her tongue swirling, playing, tasting, teasing. A moan escaped his lips as He,clutched at her hair, pull her head away.



He lies down, pulling her on top of Him, finally releasing her wrists to grip her hips, setting her down on His swollen cock. Plunging down on Him, crying out his name in her ecstasy, her back arching as He drove his cock deep inside her, her nipples taut, strained towards him. He reached up to run His palms over them, making her gasp and ride Him faster, harder, her hips moving with a life of their own.



He urges her on with His words, with His eyes, with His touch. Riding, rocking, driving, His hips, groin, cock and balls oiled with the sweet juices of her pussy, that He has created with His teasing caresses. Slick, glistening, slithering on Him. He claspes her hands with his, reigning her in, holding her in the moment urging her on faster and faster.... her hips blur, grind, pump, rideing him hard. He holds fast to her as she flies toward the edge, He then growls.... "NOW girl"...



He drove His hips upward as He felt her stiffen, hearing her cry out again, trembling, shuddering, gasping for breath as she tumbled over the edge, cumming hard over and over with his cock buried to the hilt inside her. Her pussy gripping and releasing Him rhythmically, stroking Him, pulsing, throbbing, rippling, sucking Him, until His head falls back, He groans her name......... "Baby, i want your mouth..... i want to cum in that warm wet place that i love so much"....



He pulls out of her pussy and She opens her mouth, ready to catch Charley's hot creamy seed on her tongue, and moans. "Oooooh fuck yes!!” She gasps as her entire body flushes and spasms in sweet release and intense pleasure, tensing hard, her back arching. Her Master continues squeezing and stroking his hard manhood, aiming it directly at his wanton whore’s open mouth. Her orgasm has fueled Him, and He can no longer hold back His desire for her. He has been so fucking horny lately, and watching her masturbate...watching this erotica, has caused Him to lose what little was left of His self-control. He gazes at her smooth, warm inviting body lying naked on the carpet, her legs wide open.....He gazes at her face, looks at her parted red lips, her pink, wet tongue.....He closes his eyes, throws back His head, and moans deeply. His breath shortens, His body tenses and quivers as His purple, throbbing cock erupts in hot volcanic bursts.... thick creamy hot jism flowing like lava, squirting uncontrollably all over His little whore's tongue and face...her naked body....



She licks her lips and swallows as her Master shoots his warm, white load all over her face. Smiling up at Him, her face covered in cum and dripping down her cheeks and chin, she says “I love you Charley......



                      Chapter Two

      “Club Delights”



Jen and Charley leave the house and get into their red mustang convertible. The lowering sun has begun to cool down the heat of the day and the desert sands reflections cast shadows over the barren landscape. The car roars to life and pulls out of the driveway shifting into gear and burns rubber on the asphalt. It’s twenty five miles into town and the Silver Spur Saloon.

Charley gazes across the seat to see Jen with her feet crossed and planted firmly on the dash. The red dress is pulled up high on her thigh exposing the pleasant sight of her cheek and he can’t resist staring at the smooth long line of her olive skin.

“I see you decided to wear panties tonight,” Charley said, giving her a grin.

“Well you know I don’t normally wear any but the boys at the strip club love seeing me take them off,” Jen answers, returning a sly smile.

“You’re right, they sure do.”

Charley again stares at his wonderful woman. Her long blonde hair flowing behind her with the breeze. She is such a stunning sight to behold.

“You better watch the road, cowboy, before we end up in the ditch.”

“Yeah, sorry just can’t take my eyes off you.”

“Are you getting hard on me again?” Jen asked, sliding closer to him.

She reaches down and undoes the zipper on his dress slacks. “My God, you are hard again.” Jen said, taking Charley’s throbbing cock out of the opening.

“You get me so damn excited and horny.”

“Charley, you never cease to amaze me. We have to take care of this right away.”

Stroking his cock with her hand, she bent down and started licking the entire shaft. Charley shuddered at the feel of her tongue making his erection wet.

Her mouth and lips sucked off the pre-cum on the tip and glided down over the cap.

He jerked the car back into the right lane after drifting across the center line.

Her lips working their magic.

Charley reaches over and runs his hand over her raised ass. His finger glides down her crack and into her wet pussy. Rimming her canal with it, he then slowly enters her.

Jen has his cock inside of her mouth, riding it up and down, she increases the speed with the feel of his finger inside her.

Again he jerks the car back across the center line. Charley could feel the cum quickly raising up from his balls. The pressure was building….pumping to a release. His finger continued to slide in and out of her pussy…her juices running down the inside of her thighs.

Jen could feel his cock about to explode, she ran her tongue along the entire length of his cock bringing the flood closer to explosion.

With one last glide his entire body tightened and then burst inside of her mouth. All the air left his lungs.

The car swerved to the right and onto the shoulder. Rocks were spraying into the ditch as Charley fought to maintain control of the Mustang.

Jen gets up from his lap. “Damn, Charley keep her on the road.”

Charley fights with the steering wheel as the car goes into a tail spin. Tapping on the break and turning the steering wheel hard to the right, the car straightens out and back onto the asphalt.

“Whoa, damn baby that was close. You’re such a lover.”

Jen looks at him and laughs.



Pulling into the parking lot of the Silver Spur, they could tell that the place was extremely busy. The large building had a wooden boot on the roof with a silver spur protruding from it. They entered the doorway and after paying a cover charge they searched for a table.

“Look over there isn’t that Shaun and Trudy?” Jen calls out.

“Yeah, it is. Let’s go over and see if we can sit with them.”

Jen leads the way and after greeting each other, they have them sit.

On the stage a lusty red head is riding the pole. Her pussy lips sliding over the silver metal hardness. A country ballad plays in the background as the crowd takes the view of the dancer in front of them.

“I see Bobby, over there. I have to talk to him. I’ll be right back,” Charley announces to everyone. Leaving the table, he finds Bobby sitting alone in the back of the bar.

“Hey Bobby how’s it going?”

“Sit your ass down, Charley, you mother fucker.”

“Fuck you Bobby, what the hell’s your problem?”

“You damn well know what the problem is, where’s the hundred grand you owe us?”

“I don’t owe you a fucking thing. You didn’t deliver and you bailed on your promise.”

“We fucking didn’t bail on you, we brought you the goods.”

“The wrong goods, Bobby. I couldn’t sell that shit to my fucking mother.”

“I should blow your fucking brains out right here.”

Charley opens up his jacket and exposes his pistol in its harness. “You’re going to do what?”

Bobby gets up off his chair, “You’re a marked man Charley, you best plan on your funeral in the next few days. That’s just the way it is, the money or your life.” Bobby walks away from the table and leaves out a back door.

Charley walks back to the table where Jen, Trudy and Shaun are sitting.

“Hey Charley! Everything all right?” Shaun asked.

“Yeah everything is fine.”

Jen looks at him, obviously concerned and not sure about his answer.

Their order of drinks arrive and they begin a conversation that last for about an hour. Then the lights dim and amateur night begins. A pot bellied old cowboy comes up to microphone.

“Our first contestants are a twosome. Jen and Trudy you’re up.”

Jen and Trudy walk on to the stage. After a few minutes a tune begins to play. The two of them start to dance holding each others shoulders and staring lustfully into each others eyes. Jen slides the shoulder straps off of Trudy’s bright blue dress. Her large tits bulging from her lace bra become fully exposed much to the delight of the audience.

Trudy unzips Jen’s dress and lets it glide to the floor. Jen unsnaps Trudy’s bra and throws it hitting Shaun on the head. The crowd cheers and begs them to continue. Jen then plays with her nipples making them rigid and erect. She covers each nipple with her lips and tenderly kisses them…her hands roam free over Trudy’s ass. Trudy unsnaps Jen’s bra and throws it hitting Charley in the side of the face. Her beautiful tits rub against Trudy’s and the audience cheers become louder, begging them to take more off. With both girls in just their panties, Jen places her leg between Trudy’s legs and rubs it on her camel toe. The feel of her slit on her leg sends tingling sensations through her pussy. Jen begins to slowly remove Trudy’s panties…a little bit at a time…a few inches exposing more and more of her ass with each slide. The crack of her ass slowly becomes visible. Jen dancing to the rhythm of the music, slides her panties past her ass. The audience is in a frenzy, with screams and shouts coming from every corner of the bar. With their backs turned to the audience, they slip their panties completely off. Both at the same time bend over exposing their wet slits.

Charley and Shaun look at each other and smile.

“I don’t know about you Charley, but I’m fucking hard as a brick,” Shaun said.

“Oh me too. I could drive nails into a concrete wall right now with my dick,” Charley added.

Jen and Trudy continue to dance naked in front of the audience, playing and feeling each other. When the music stopped they kiss and hold each other in a tight embrace. The audience are now standing on their feet clapping and roaring their approval of what they had just saw. Trudy and Jen snatch up their clothes and get dressed at their table. More drinks are bought and the foursome are getting quite drunk.

“Shaun how would you like to bring your lovely woman and yourself over to my house?” Charley asked.

“What do you think Trudy? You want to go?” Shaun asked.

“Oh yeah, I’m so hot and horny right now,” Trudy answered.

“It’s going to be so much fun. I want to fuck and screw all night long,” Jen replied.

The foursome stagger from the bar and drive to Charley’s house…………..





They were driving along the highway with the breeze blowing on their faces, conversation had quieted down, when charley asked if everything was ok back there in the back seat, Trudy said that she felt quite sick "I think I’ve drank too much " she told Charley,. Charley offered to pull over, he didn’t want her spewing up in his beautiful car, but she said she would be ok, but if it wasn’t too much of an inconvenience ,could her and Shaun be taken home and if they could take a rain check for another night of wild erotic sex. Charley and Jen looked at one another and decided maybe its for the best, so they dropped Trudy and Shaun off at their home, wished them well and drove off into the night.



Jen laid back against the cool leather seat, as they drove on, her mind wondered back to when she first hooked up with Charley.



Jen was on cloud number nine! She couldn't believe her good luck! Having met Charley only a month ago, and now he was taking her to a party that would include his best and closest friends. They were having what once was described as a whirl wind romance, introduced by a friend of a friend, until they had become almost inseparateable. From the very first night together the sex and been beyond phenomenal, as Charley was hung like a horse and knew exactly how to use it! This was the first time that Jenny had ever had a man with over sized equipment, and she now was a true believer in the saying that size DOES matter! The first time she saw Charley's cock she nearly fainted at the thought of trying to get that monster into her tight little pussy, but Charley was so sweet and considerate the way he made the most tender love that first time, making sure that she was totally lubricated and turned on, he ever so slowly inched his organ into her pussy. After the initial shock of have her pussy stretched farther than ever before, she just relaxed and tried to enjoy it, but after only a few minutes, the feeling of being really filled up overwhelmed her! Just thinking of that huge organ inside of her brought her to a shattering orgasm and Charley hadn't even started pumping her yet and she was cumming like a little cock hound! After that she was hooked! Even when it was soft, it was as big as most of the erections she had seen in the past. One time Charley was in the shower and Jenny came in to get her makeup, and since he washing his hair, he had his eyes closed and didn't realize she was there. Watching the water and soap running down his chest and belly and then cascading over his low hanging cock was an incredible sight, so she plopped down on the toilet and frigged herself to orgasm right then and there, and only when she let out a loud moan did Charley even notice her sitting there!



No matter where they were, Jenny would try to get Charlie into a private spot where she could get him to show her his cock. When they were riding in the car she made him pull it out of his pants so that she could hold it while they were driving!, so when they were in private he kiddingly referred to her as his "little cock hound". Although she could be a real nuisance, Charley took her over dose of attention with a good sense of humor, because after all, she was a beautiful woman he was lucky to have for his own!



A few times since they first met, Charley mentioned a private club he was a member of, and while he didn't go into many details, Jenny got the impression that it was a rather exclusive club that was hard to get into. For this reason she was really excited when Charlie announced that his club was putting on a party the following Saturday night, and that he was inviting her to come along as his date. Dress was to be casual, and she should be ready for just about anything! She tried to get him to tell her more, but he just would smile and say, "You'll find out soon enough!" When finally the big day arrived and her wait was about over, while driving to the party, Jenny asked where the party was being held? "At a private home," answered Charley. Jenny thought that was a little strange, as most clubs met at restaurants or had their own building. She didn't say anything, however, and they rode in silence for the rest of the drive until they finally pulled up to a house that wasn't really a house at all, it was more like a mansion! There must have been fifteen cars parked in the huge oval driveway!



They parked Charley's Mustang and headed for the front door, and as they were walking, Charley told her that this was a very special kind of party, and that she might be shocked, but that he thought that she would like it! Without knocking Charley opened the front door and ushered Jenny into the large foyer. Laughter and music could be heard coming from the next room, and with his arm around her waist, Charley led her into the living room. What she saw made her head spin! Around the room were a variety of couples in various stages of undress! Most were just laughing and talking, but some of them were in the early stages of love making! Jenny couldn't make a sound although her mouth seemed to be trying to ask, "What kind of party is this?!?" Charley, seeing her reaction soothed, "Jen, this is a meeting of the "Walking Stick Club", the only requirement for membership is that you have at least an eight inch cock when erect, we meet once a month here at Gene's place because it's so secluded, and also because it has enough room for the thirty people who usually show up." Finally able to speak, Jenny asked, "Do you have to, you know....," "You mean do it in front of everyone," finished Charley? She nodded her head yes. "Of course not," he answered, "you don't have to do anything you don't want to do, nobody will pressure you to do anything, it's entirely up to you!" "Let's get a drink," he offered, leading over to the open bar. While sipping her rum and coke, Jenny took a more leisurely look around the room. "Well Charley was right about one thing," she thought, "every man there had a huge cock and some of them were even bigger than Charley's!!!" All of the women seemed to be knockouts, and Jenny all of a sudden felt a little intimidated! As she wandered into the back of the house, a blonde woman with a large naked chest came up and introduced herself as Donna. "First time, huh, said the busty blonde? "Yeah," answered Jenny. "Well, it's the best time you'll ever have," gushed Donna, my husband Bill and I have been coming to these things for four years now, and I’m addicted to them, if you know what I mean?!?" Jenny smiled and asked, "Do you do it with just anyone???" "I've done it with every man here at one time or another, but usually just with one or two at any one party," she answered, "come on, let me show you something," said Donna, leading Jenny down a long hall. Stopping in front of and open door, Jenny looked in and saw an awesome sight, because on a huge king size bed, a black man with at least twelve inch cock was taking on two white women at the same time! He was lying on his back as the two women gave him a blow job! He smiled at Jenny and Donna and asked them to join in, but Donna told him maybe later and showed her to another room. This one had a little tiny red head sitting on a cock that was threatening to rip her wide apart, and it was quite obvious that she was feeling no pain, as she was in the middle of a screaming orgasm! "I usually can't wait for the third Saturday of the month," Donna said, "I'm so used to having these hung guys, I don't think I could do without!" "Another thing," she offered, "they're all real nice fellas, too, not a bad apple in the bunch, really a lot of fun to be around!" "What about the women," asked Jenny? "Well, said Donna, "some of them come and go as the men change partners, or if there's a divorce, you know, but most of them, however, are good people!!!"



Jenny thanked Donna for the tour and went off to find Charley and finding him sitting off in the corner talking to naked man about politics, and after seeing her coming, both men stood up to meet her. "Jen, this is Frank Elliot, a good friend of mine," said Charley. Frank stuck out his hand and said, "Nice to meet you, Charley said some good things about you!" Shaking Franks hand, Jenny couldn't help but notice the jumbo set of genitals that hung between his thighs, and when Frank and Charley both saw her peeking, Charley winked at Jenny and excused himself to go to the john. Frank and Jenny then stood talking, she in her dress and him totally naked. As they talked, Frank's cock began to slowly become erect, and Jenny by now was starting to feel that empty ache between her legs, and while Frank could sense that she was now getting very turned on, suggested they check out one of the back rooms. Jenny said, "Sure, why not!?!" When they finally found a vacant room, Frank was now fully hard. "I love big cocks, Frank," Jenny said, " how long is it?" "Ten," was all he said, "please, take off your, clothes and let me see your body!" Jenny did a slow strip tease, hanging first her bra then her panties on Frank's erection until by the time she was naked, she was leaking cunt juice down her thighs! Dropping to her knees she took the head into her mouth and sucked Frank to a quick orgasm, inducing him to shoot his thick hot cum down her throat, grunting loudly as his cum filled her mouth. Lying back on the bed with her legs spread wide apart, she begged, "Ride me, please, ride me hard!!!" Needing no more invitation, Frank got between her legs and guided his big hammer into Jen's burning cunt while asking, "A little at a time, or all at once?!?" "Bury it," she gasped, and with one hard plunge Frank impaled her tight pussy with his huge ramrod! Since he had just cum in her mouth, Frank had to build up to his next climax, so this meant that he would probably have to pound the helpless pussy for a good ten minutes or more to get off his gun! Jenny wrapped her legs around Frank's back and held on for dear life! This was exactly why she was addicted to monster dicks, they filled her up like nothing else could, and while Frank was driving hard to his orgasm, Jenny was in the throes of a seemingly endless string of earth shaking orgasms while her tight pussy gripped the big shaft, trying to draw it in even farther! As his orgasm neared, Frank was now thrusting in and out with piston like precision! Screaming, "I'm cumming," Frank unleashed another torrent of goo into his new found fuck mate until collapsing on top of her and stammering between gasps of air, "You are fucking unbelievable!!!" All at once in the back ground they both heard the sound of clapping and cheering and standing in the doorway was a naked Charley and Donna. "Bravo! Bravo!" the two voyeurs yelled at the two spent lovers!!!



Jen was jolted out of her memories with Charley's voice echoing in the corridors of her mind....



"Sorry babe, what did you say, i was day dreaming of us and of the Walking Stick Club...Charley chuckled at his own memories, and said " yeah babes , we had some mighty fine times there, maybe we should introduce Trudy and Shaun to the club"."Yeah maybe we should "Jen replied and snuggled up against Charley and rested her head on his shoulder. "Happy, he asked? "very," she answered while slipping off to sleep for the rest of the ride home.



Chapter three

"Hot Summer Nights"



“I want to try something different tonight, love,” Charley whispered in his wife’s ear.



“Oh?” she replied coyly.



“Yes,” he told her.



“Sounds interesting,” she said.



Jen giggled to herself. They had been married only for a while and had started to grow more and more adventurous in their sex life. They were very kinky and was looking at different ways of pleasuring one another all the time. Jen had always thought it would be the other way around, that their sex life would die a slow and painful death after they got married. Instead she came to find that this person she to whom had pledged her life was intent on keeping their spark alive. They would spark at least until such time as they could no longer physically make love to each other. Jen thought that sounded like a pretty decent life all told.



Charley, who was seated on their plush velvet sofa next to his wife, sipped his wine. "Just a night cap before we go to bed", he said, as he handed Jen a glass. It was a Pinot Noir, her favorite. He had picked it up on his way home from work in order to show his wife a romantic evening, after sharing a night out on the town at the Silver Spur. He had asked the guy at the store for the best Pinot that they had, citing that it was a special occasion. Jen was a sucker for romance and he loved to see the look in her eyes when he did these things for her. He lit some candles, poured some wine, and there they sat together on the couch, talking about the things they could and would do to each other later.



He rested his chin on top of her head as she leaned up against him. It was such a comfortable marriage; they had both passion and friendship, more than any two married people could ask for. Charley had been wanting to fuck Jen's tits for ages now, he didn’t think she would have any problems with it, but he wanted to make sure she agreed before he tried anything. He liked to be considerate. The first time they had tried anal sex, and bondage, he had been so nervous that she wouldn’t be open to it, that she would think he was a pervert or something for even wanting to give it a shot. He had felt like a little boy in the schoolyard about to ask his crush to the fall dance. It was only afterwards that he had realized that he never had any need to be nervous with Jen. She loved him and accepted him and wanted to please him as much as he wanted to please her. She had been more than willing to try anal sex and bondage, probably both out of curiosity and out of the desire to fulfill his fantasies.



Jen smiled to herself as she sipped her wine. Her husband was such an amazing man. He had set up this romantic evening just for her.Just as well as Trudy and shaun bailed out, this was much better. It was most likely she would give him whatever he wanted later when he got around to asking her for it. They liked to do kinky things together, like bringing her vibrator into the mix or fuzzy handcuffs, or anal every now and again, etc. She really did enjoy the handcuffs. They tickled her skin and made her feel helpless in a sexy way. Jen liked the idea that her husband could do anything to her, ravage her. She did like it rough, but she also liked it often gentle. She could comfortably tell him to fuck her like a whore when she wanted it dirty, hard, maddening.



She wondered to herself what he wanted to try and thought it must be important to deserve candles and wine. She hoped that they could get to it shortly. Her nerves were starting to tingle all over her body, as though her skin were slowly waking up from a long nap. She was feeling the beginnings of arousal just thinking about the possibilities of later.



Charley, too, could feel himself becoming aroused just watching his wife sip on her wine. He thought about what she felt like beneath him, writhing in ecstasy on the bed they shared together as man and wife. She was on a pedestal to him and he liked her up there. But just the same he had desires, desires he wanted to be able to share with her, wanted to be able to include her in.



He was imagining himself on top of her, fucking her plump breasts. His cock was rock hard, bulging against his pants, aching to get out. Jen saw this and smiled at him. She set down her wine glass and turned to him, her hand grabbed his bulge. He closed his eyes and moaned as she touched him. He thought he would explode right then and there.



“Take me to the bedroom, my love,” she told him. “Tell me what you want to do to me.”



“Oh, god, yes,” he breathed.



Her hand worked him from outside his pants, caressing his engorged shaft through his pants. She loved her husband’s cock. It was perfect. And he knew exactly how to use it to please her. She looked forward every day to their lovemaking and thought how lucky they were as a married couple. She had never had better sex in her life than she had with him and she was proud to tell him so often. It made him feel good to know she was so satisfied.



“Take me now,” she commanded.



He stood up and swept her into his arms, carrying her to the bedroom. He set her on her feet next to the bed and began to remove her clothes. He never tired of seeing his wife’s naked body. She was curvy and his hands ached to touch every inch of her. When they were both unclothed, they stood together and kissed. They kissed like newlyweds, all passion and tongues and exploring. His hands roved up and down her back, her skin soft as rose petals under his fingers. She put her hands on his bare ass and pulled him to her, holding him as close as he could be. She felt his hardness against her stomach.



His lips moved from her lips to her neck, behind her ear, to the hollow of her throat. Jen titled her head back and all thoughts escaped her mind as he made love to her body with his tongue. She fell back onto the bed, and his exploration continued further, trailing down her neck to her stomach to her thighs. He lightly touched her inner thighs, his fingers as soft as feathers on her skin, his tongue followed behind. She moaned with anticipation as she knew he was teasing her, making her wait before he plunged his tongue into her sex.



She didn’t have to wait long, though. He shoved his fingers into her, deep and probing, making her squirm on the bed. He fingered her inside and outside, massaging her clit. Jen felt the pangs of pleasure shooting through her body. She cried out when she felt his tongue on her clit and climaxed almost immediately. She was still shaking from the orgasm when he made her come again. He lifted his head from between her legs, his mouth shiny with her juice. He crawled up the bed, hovering over her, and plundered her mouth with his own. She tasted herself on his lips and it turned her on all over again.



“Tell me what you want,” she whispered in Charley’s ear. “Tell me how you want to fuck me.”



Charley groaned hearing his wife say these things to him. It got him so hot just hearing her whisper the word fuck in his ear.



“I want to fuck your tits,” he told her. “I want to feel your gorgeous tits wrapped around my cock…”



Jen smiled. She wondered what his cock would feel like between her breasts. She wondered if she would feel anything. She didn’t care if she wouldn’t, she would let him do it either way. But she remained curious to see what it felt like.



“Do it then,” she said. “Fuck my tits; do it hard if you want to.”



Charley didn’t need an engraved invitation. He positioned himself so that his wife’s tits were right under his cock. She told him to hold on for a second and quickly took his cock in her mouth. He wasn’t expecting that and shuddered with the sudden rush of pleasure it brought. She wet his shaft with her saliva and then pulled away. Again, he got in position and she reached up to push her breasts together, to envelope his cock. He started moving between them, thrusting back and forth as Jen held them tight around his sex.



Charley thought the feeling was sensational. He could feel her tits almost engulfing his cock. Her skin was soft and smooth around him and she made it so tight for him. He knew he couldn’t last long with this new experience because it felt too good. He fucked and fucked, Jen below him watching his face, aroused by his enjoyment of her. Her boobs squeezed him so tightly he couldn’t hold on much longer.



Charley felt himself reaching climax and he spewed his semen all over Jen’s chest. Exhausted, he fell back onto the bed and lay staring at the ceiling as Jen ran to grab a towel from the bathroom. She cleaned herself up and came back to the bedroom.



Charley was already sitting in the hot tub when she returned,"that was amazing, love" he said.



“I’m glad you liked it,” she replied.

She knew she had brought her husband a great deal of pleasure and that made her very happy.



She stood naked in front of him. Her body was perfect. She stepped into the tub and sat down across from him.

The world outside was miles away from them. They were caught up in each other.



“I love you, baby.” Jen whispered.



“I love you. I have the most beautiful woman in the whole wide world,” Charley answered as he looked deeply into her eyes.



They sat in silence listening to the crickets sing.



Jen opened another bottle of wine, they always kept a portable cooler beside the tub filled with refreshments, she poured it into the glasses, and handed one to Charley. He sipped the wine and he took her hand and softly kissed her palm. His tongue traced up the length of her fingers. He kissed her wrist and slowly, gently nibbled his way up her arm to her shoulder. He could feel her whole body tense as he tenderly bit down on the muscle at the base of her neck. Jen sighed her approval, as her breath grew quicker and stronger. Charley kissed his way up her neck and to her full red lips. His tongue teased her lips before finding it’s way onto her tongue. He softly bit down on her lower lip as he pulled away.



Charley reached down into the water and grabbed Jen’s left foot. He pulled it out of the water and started massaging it. She laughed and squirmed as he kissed the sole and playfully sucked her toes. She lifted the other foot out of the water and pressed it up against his chest. He rested her left foot on his chest with the other one. He took her right foot and began to repeat what he had done with the first one. Jen squealed and giggled as he ran his tongue in between her toes and down the sole.



Jen slid her feet down his chest and wrapped her toes around his cock. She could feel it growing hard as she ran her toes up and down the shaft.



“I think it’s time to take this to the bedroom,” she prompted.



They got out of the tub and made their way back into the bedroom.



Charley lay down on the bed. Jen lay down next to him and kissed her way down his chest to his waiting cock. She took his cock in her mouth and sucked him eagerly until it was rock hard. Charley reached out to her and pulled her ass around until she was sitting across his face. While she sucked his cock, he licked her warm wet pussy. He licked and gently sucked her clit. Jen was moaning and breathing hard now. He leaned up and ran his tongue around the rim of her asshole. Charley licked up and down between her asshole and pussy. She gasped and moaned as he plunged his tongue inside her soft wet pink. She began to grind her hips slowly, taking full advantage of his anxious mouth.



Charley rolled her off of him and dragged her over to the edge of the bed. Jen got onto her hands and knees breathlessly waiting for his rigid rod. He stood on the floor behind her and slowly pushed his cock deep inside her. She corkscrewed her hips as he rammed his cock into her. With every rotation his cock hit her g-spot sending her closer and closer to orgasm. She panted and groaned as Charley continued to pound her.



Jen rolled over and sat up on the edge of the bed. Now Charley could go deeper inside her.



“Yes baby! You know how I like it!” he moaned.



She could wait no longer. She wailed and raked her long nails down his back as she came. Charley pushed her back down flat on the bed and kissed her. He stood up and massaged her clit with his thumb as he rhythmically worked his cock in and out of her twitching pussy. Jen moaned and her whole body shuddered as she came again. Charley was close. His back stiffened and his muscles tensed. He was ready to pull out and shoot his load all over her stomach when Jen locked her legs around his waist and held him tightly against her. Cherley erupted like a volcano. She could feel his hot cum as it spewed out inside of her. He leaned over and kissed her as the last of his load seeped from his cock. She held him tightly inside her until she was satisfied that she had taken every last drop of his cum........



2.12 am was the time on the bedside clock. Jen groaned as she glanced at it. 10 minutes since she last looked and she knew sleep wasn’t coming anytime soon.

She rolled over onto her back. Then glanced to her side to where Charley lay blissfully asleep. His right arm was flung behind his head. The sheet had bunched around his waist while he slept exposing his well-muscled chest. Rolling onto her side she moved closer, inhaling the musky male scent of him. She felt a tingle in the warm place between her thighs and a thought entered her head. Grinning she tentatively reached out a finger to touch the small male nipple closest to her and lightly brushed it with her finger.

She watched as it hardened to her touch. Tracing a circular pattern on the smooth skin around it she leant over further and tentatively flicked it with the tip of her tongue. Gently sucking it, tasting. Trailing her fingers down his body she reached the sheet at his waist. Slipping her hand underneath, moving downwards, until she reached his hot maleness.

She ran her fingers gently down the shaft. Her thumb moved over the tip and she felt him begin to swell in her hand. She grasped him, sliding her hand up and down his growing length in an age-old rhythm. A low moan escaped his lips and he restlessly moved his thighs, still in sleep.



Moving she positioned herself above him and bent towards his now hard cock. Lowering her head she swirled her tongue around the tip of him. Then took the smooth hard length of him into her mouth. Slowly she caressed him with her tongue then began to move up and down the length of him. His hardness filled her mouth. One hand cupped his balls, the other moved in rhythm with her mouth. Hand and mouth worked together in unison. She released his balls and moved the hand between her thighs. The pleasure she was giving him had aroused her, her finger slipped quickly between the soft lips of her pussy. Slick with the juices of her own arousal. She moaned softly. The tip of a finger made contact with her clit, sending a wave of pleasure through her body.

Jen glanced up. Charley’s eyes were watching her. He was fully awake now, enjoying the sight of her pleasuring herself while pleasuring him. “Oh God, Jen,” he muttered. “Seeing you like that is such a turn on.”

Jen grinned. Like Charley, she was quickly reaching the point of no return. Waves of pleasure had begun to sweep through her body. Charley raised his hips towards her, his own arousal obvious.





“I need you inside me,” Jen gasped as she released his cock and scrambled up the bed. Positioning herself above him she slowly lowered herself to meet him. His hard cock slid easily inside her. When he was completely inside her, filling her with his hardness she placed her hands upon his chest and slowly began to move her hips. Up and down, allowing him to almost completely leave her and then swiftly plunging down upon him. With his hands free, Charley reached out and cupped her full breasts. Fingertips brushing her hardened nipples. Jen moaned, and increased the pace. “Fuck me,” she gasped. “Harder, oh yes…don’t stop.”



His hips thrust up to meet hers, both breathing hard and fast as their passion began to race towards its release.



Charley came first. His explosion coming swiftly, still grasping her nipples as the waves of pleasure swept through him. The look on his face and the feel of him coming inside her was enough to send Jen over the edge. Her orgasm hit swiftly and she squealed as the delicious sensation moved through her body from her very core. Washing over her in waves. She collapsed on top of him. She lay there with him still inside her for a few moments as they both caught their breath.

“I quite like it when you can’t sleep,” Charley said cheekily.



Jen looked at him and grinned. “I can’t see there being any problem now, I suddenly feel quite tired…”.............



Jen awoke from her dreams ,It was morning and it had been another hot and sticky summer night. A light trickle of sweat made its way from her throat down towards her breasts, as it reached her erect nipple she wondered if it was the heat that caused her wetness or had it been the gloriously sexy dream she had just woken from?



Rolling over she caught her first glimpse of him laid beside her, all naked and twisted in the sheets. His muscular back a perfect line down to the top of his butt, that just peeked from the crumpled bedclothes.



Fresh beads of sweat glistened along his spine. Charley moaned softly in his sleep and wriggled a little further out from the sheets.



Jen unable to resist traced a soft line down his back with a fingernail and he shuddered slightly. Returning to his shoulders she traced again, this time lower, brushing the cover down as she went. Reaching the line of his buttocks she carried on downwards, tracing along the full length of his butt and under.



Charley’s leg moved forward a little opening himself to her gaze and Jen traced back upwards, this time between his butt cheeks, he murmured his appreciation as she added pressure to her touch.



His smell was male and musky and Jen moved closer to fill her nostrils with his aroma, her face close to his butt she laid small kissed on his cheeks then tasted him with her tongue, damn he tasted good!



Jen’s tongue slid slowly between Charley's butt cheeks and as she licked, she felt her pussy start to throb. Gently she spread his cheeks with her fingers so her eager tongue could probe further and Charley moaned his appreciation, her other hand found her now swollen clit and gently started to rub, all the while probing with her tongue.



Charley moved and rolled on his back eyes closed but face showing obvious pleasure, his face not the only thing that was showing signs of appreciation, his swollen cock said volumes more.



Jen licked her lips at the sight, Charley had the most amazing cock she had ever had the pleasure of, perfect in shape and size and now level with her face, the tip glistening with moisture and the first hint of his sweet cum just starting to escape. Taking him gently in her hand Jen pulled back his foreskin to its full extent and admired his perfection; cum slowly began to run and she licked it greedily .Her own heat was throbbing so much now it was almost painful and as she took his length in her mouth she felt as though she would explode, she needed to come and soon!



Charley’s hand pushed her head down gently and his hips moved with the same rhythm as her, Jen pulled free smiling, he was awake! Her cue to maximise the pleasure for them both. Straddling Charley’s legs she raised herself above his hard aching cock teasing the swollen tip with the lips of her pussy; he gripped her hips to pull her down but she resisted prolonging the tension and adding to the pleasure. Charley groaned and thrust upward, unable to contain herself any longer, Jen met him in a rush of heat and plunged his hard cock deep inside her aching need. She came almost instantly her pussy gripping his shaft like a vice and she screamed in ecstasy. Charley’s thrusts became more urgent as she climaxed again, he groaned as his release met hers, backs arched, muscles clenched and sweat trickling down their bodies, finally relaxing and falling together wrapped around each other and the bed sheets, unable to move.



Jen smiled, she loved Sunday mornings, no need to rush and all day to revel in each other’s bodies. Charley found his voice, husky from sleep and sex, “Good morning, Gorgeous.” He smiled.



Jen smiled back. “Good Morning.”...............



Chapter 4

“The Escape”









Charley jumped up from the bed, “Man, I’m starving. How about you Jen?”

“I can make us something,” Jen said, admiring Charley’s bare ass as he stood by the edge of the bed.

“No, its okay, you know I love to cook,” Charley said, while putting on a shirt.

Charley entered the kitchen and began to prepare omelets. The smell of the eggs, peppers and onions cooking filled the air and Jen quickly inhaled the aroma, taking it all in. She was so satisfied and happy, no man had ever made her feel this way. Slipping into a robe, she walked into the kitchen. She looked at him standing in front of the stove wearing only a dress shirt and watched him turn the omelets with a spatula. Carefully walking behind him, she embraced him, feeling his warm muscular body next to her chest.

“hmmm, you’re so irresistible,” Jen whispered as she hugged him.

“Love yah, baby. Get some plates these are ready.”

Jen brought some plates to the table and sat down.

Charley served the omelets and took a seat. As he took his first bite his gaze caught Jens eyes staring back at him. How amazing her eyes were, so filled with life and a pleasing understanding. They made his heart ache and rip into his very soul. He had taken another bite when he heard an explosion outside.

“What the fuck was that?” Jen screamed out.

The loud thud shook the entire house. Charley scrambled to the front window and pulled back the shades. He could see black smoke rolling up from his Mustang parked in the driveway.

“Shit, get down,” Charley yelled. Machine gun fire ripped through the front picture window. Shattered glass scattered across the front room carpet. Crawling on the floor, Charley found Jen hiding behind the china cabinet.

“Hurry Jen and get to the bedroom and get dressed. We fucking got to get out of here,” Charley ordered as he made his way to the bedroom. He heard more shots and another explosion outside.

“What’s going on, Charley? Is this something to do with that guy you talked to last night?” Jen asked, grabbing some jeans from the closet.

“Yes, I’ll explain later, come on we got to hurry,” Charley yelled out while zipping up his jeans. He opened a safe in the bedroom and started stuffing a shoulder bag with bundles of one hundred dollar bills. He grabbed his holster with the gun still in it and throw rounds of ammunition into the bag. He saw Jen staring at him, her mouth wide open and a dazed look across her face. More shots could be heard, knocking out more glass from the windows. Slipping on his tennis shoes, he grabbed onto Jen’s hand and led her through the kitchen and out to the attached garage. Charley could hear voices outside of the front door. Silently creeping over to the corner of the garage, he pulled a tarp off revealing a black Harley motorcycle. Slowly pushing it to the front of the garage door.

“Okay Jen as soon as I start it up, throw the garage door open and hop on behind me. You have to do it quick. Do you understand?”

Jen nervously looked at him and shook her head up and down.

Charley started the Harley and Jen opened the door. In one quick motion she was on the back of the cycle, and grasping him around the waist. The Harley raced out the door and almost ran over a man standing just yards away from them. Shots could be heard whizzing by their heads. Charley drove the cycle across an open field in the back of the house. Dirt and dust were spraying out behind them as they picked up speed. Jen tried looking back and couldn’t see anything through the cloud of dust. All at once the motorcycle was airborne and flying across a ditch and landing on a gravel road. Charley kept the cycle up as it slid across rocks that made them feel like they were on a field of marbles. Charley quickly looked behind him and saw no one coming and sped down the center of the gravel road.

Taking several turns on different roads, Jen could only hope that Charley had a plan of where he was going. Thoughts raced through her head and she wanted answers to her questions. She thought she knew everything about her husband but obviously she didn’t have a clue.

They drove for what seemed hours as the hot summer sun beat down on them, the breeze created from the cycle blew Jen’s long blonde hair straight out behind them. Then out of nowhere a small town appeared, Charley pulled into a gas station and drove up to the pumps.

Jen jumped off the cycle, her ass ached from the long ride. “I hope the hell you have a good explaination for what the hells going on.”

“Yes, I’ll tell you everything,” Charley said, taking off gas cap and filling the tank. Nervously he looked from side to side.

Jen walked toward the station to use the restroom while he filled the cycle. When she finished in the restroom, Charley was finishing paying for the gas.

“So what’s the plan?” Jen asked, walking back to the motorcycle.

“I have a beach house on the ocean about a two hour drive from here.”

“Oh you do, when were you going to let me in on that?”

Charley didn’t answer but started up the cycle and Jen slipped in behind him. They again drove on, now on a coastal highway where views of the ocean came in and out of the tall trees that lined the coast line. Then they turned and drove down a long lane that dropped to a house that was perched on the side of a bluff. A long narrow stairway led down the sandy beach of the Pacific ocean.

Jen was in awe of the beauty of the place, she wearily got off the motorcycle. Charley took out a key ring and unlocked a padlock on the garage door. He pushed the cycle into the garage next to what look like a brand new Lexus. They entered the house through the garage and into the house. He showed Jen the entire house and all of its furnishings.

“Lets take a walk along the ocean,” Charley said.

“Okay but you better explain yourself about all of this.”

“Okay, I promise.”

Jen and Charley had taken off their shoes and they felt the hot sand filtering through their toes. Charley told Jen of how at one time he lived selling and dealing drugs. Cocaine, marijuana, and herion through various people and gangs. He had all but gave up that life style when he married her, but he wanted to make one last big sale before calling it quits. It would have been enough money for them to live on comfortably for the rest of their lives. Things went wrong and when he made the delivery the buyers said it wasn’t the quality they were expecting and paid him only half of what they promised. He was stuck in the middle and he needed to come up with the rest of the money. He refused and kept the money from the entire deal. He tried working things out, but now it had come to this.

“You still love me don’t you baby?” Charley pleaded.

“I quess I don’t have much choice, but I don’t want to live on the run,” Jen said, giving him a hug.

Charley returned the hug with a long kiss. “Ever made love in the ocean?”

“Can’t say that I have.”

Charley started undressing as he watched Jen do the same. They raced down the sandy beach and into the waves. Diving into warmth of the water, they embraced each other. Charley kissed her lips and gently ran his tongue across hers. He stared into her eyes and instantly was aroused by her gentle touch. She was a goddess…there was no other way to explain it. She could easily be a mermaid, drawing people in with her magical song…..her beauty brought men to their knees.

With one touch of her hand she grasped onto his cock and slid it into her wet pussy. The waves of water splashing across their wanting bodies created a flow that rode along with their glides. It was a perfect fit as she sat on his lap and rode him. Her pussy latched onto his cock in a squeezing grip as his hands caressed her tits and slid in and out of the crack of her ass. Her lips kissed and sucked every part of his face and neck. Her pussy swirled on his dick in a rotating motion taking complete control of the copulation. Slightly rising up, she rode him fully taking every possible inch he could give into her canal in one slide. She hugged him in and held him so tightly, her soft moans whispering in his ear. His eyes glued to the beauty of her face, his cock felt like a beating heart inside of her. Each glide worked as a pump bringing his cum further up from its intended route. Her wet hair hung across her face, her mission and intentions, sullenly expressed across her face. Her slightly upturned lip telling me that she was enjoying the sensation that lustfully filled every inch of her body. She arched her back, he could tell she was about to orgasm, so his hips rose to meet her ride and the speed of engagment increased. Her erect nipples slid across his chest adding to the sensations. She felt so good in his arms…the smoothness of her skin….her body that took him into a higher place…She screamed just as he buried his load deep inside of her pussy, repeating over and over in a convulsing rhythms. Oh my god, he whispered from his lips staring at her. Her eyes half closed and lips that smiled with complete satisfaction. Grasping and holding each other tightly, the waves splashing against them, never wanting to relinquish the feeling of this moment............................



It was the time when they felt closest; when all walls were breached, all windows opened, all lines between self and other blurred. In this moment, even without words, the bond between them was confirmed and made stronger. And this was also the moment in which their deepest feelings and longings poured forth as easily as aged wine from an oaken barrel. In a moment such as this, he had first told her he loved her. Oh, he had said it before but in this context, the trueness of his words brought tears of joy to two pairs of eyes gazing into each other. In this moment, they felt like two clouds nudged together in a summer wind until they were one. They cherished this feeling almost as much as the act of love itself. Today was no different, they had made love like lovers separated for months and now cooled in the magical afterglow.



Jen enjoyed sitting on Charleys lap, his smooth chest on her breasts, his slim, muscular stomach resting on her pelvic bone, his hips pushing her thighs apart, his penis slowly shrinking in her pussy. They kissed slowly, and as they cooled together, with the water gently rocking them to and fro, Charley laid his head beside Jen's, his chin on her shoulder. Without even thinking, she started to whisper in his ear.... "You know Darling, i should give you a good old whipping for scareing the shit out of me today, you are a bad boy and i think i need to punish you".



Charley looked at Jen with a wicked grin, he gives her a pasionate kiss on her lips and stands up and helps her rise from the water, they walk onto the warm sand, gather their clothes and with their bodies dripping and their skin still flushed, they quickly get dressed and walk hand in hand towards the the beach house.



The sun was setting on the town for the evening when they reached their beach house.They were starving by the time they arrived,so they decided to go out for food and drink. This time was different for both of them though, a difference they will remember for sometime, for now they were on the run, and needed to look over their shoulder constanly, but that would not stop them from enjoying life together and sharing their wicked adventures in their Lustful Encounters.



"You look beautiful my dear" charley says , feeding her this compliment as blood begins to travel to his loins.



"Hush you", Jen says, "You also look wonderful" and gives him a cheeky grin.







Her reply was sarcastic but playful. She grabs him by his shirt pulling him close and kisses him softly and heads out the door. They get to the restaurant and get wrapped up in a conversation about the night they met. Wine and food flow freely as they get deeper in the conversation, sharing their passion and deep-seated lust for life and each other. Time flies by and they decide to leave and enjoy the warm summer night.



They enjoyed the quiet house when they got home , after a few more night caps and kissing lightly here and there , Charley decided to take a quick shower. Jen sat down on the couch and waited for him to return. Ten minutes later, he entered the room, wearing only his jeans, this look always turned her on, and she could feel her clit tingle as she eyed him up and down.



Playtime!



Getting off the couch, she walked towards him and gave him her sexiest come-hither smiles. "Mmmm baby, you have a fire in your eyes." he stated as she took his hands. She lead him over to the couch and shoved him hard, making him fall back onto the couch. "Hey! What's up?" Charley asked, almost angry.



"Sit there and don't move! You are my slave tonight, I told you before, that you were a bad boy and you needed to be punished... Hear me, Slave?" She pushed her right hand down on his chest to keep him sitting on the couch. "I mean it! Don't move!" She repeated firmly.



Jen walked over to the stereo and turned on the music and turned it up loud, then reached over and turned off the lights. The room was pitch-black, and then she switched on the strobe light that she happened to spy when she had first walked into the beach house.



The loud rock music and strobe light was very disorienting, giving the room a freeze frame effect. She could see Charleys face in each flash. Charley was slightly annoyed at the loud music, but that all soon changed.



Jen walked slowly to him, making a different pose for him in each flicker of light. She began stripping, slowly, flipping her long blonde hair as she moved to the music. First he saw her hands in her hair, then she bent over at the waist, and standing quickly, threw her hair over her back. Every move was exaggerated. She removed her shirt, and threw it to him. Turned her back, unzipping her jeans and looking at him over her shoulder, pulling them down to her knees, bending at the waist, her hands on her knees, looking again at him, giving him a great view of her sexy tail. Unbridled lust covers his face. She kicks off the jeans, clad in black bikini panties and push up bra that forces her D's to almost spill out.



She walks up to him and straddles his legs. His hands wrap around her waist as she kisses him hard and forceful. she pushes him back against the couch, hard. Then, she grabs him around the neck and yanks him towards her and bites him several times on each side of his neck. She pushes him away again, roughly. She removes his hands that now are squeezing her ass quite hard and she stands.



Jen steps up onto the couch, her feet on either side of Charley's thighs. She slaps his hands away as they touch her. Placing a hand on the wall behind him, she puts her left foot on the back of the couch, her panty-clad pussy within licking distance. With her free hand, she forces his face into her covered mound and she grinds against his mouth. She's so turned on that his moving mouth almost makes her cum.



Putting her foot back down, she slides her panties down her legs. Stepping out of them, she returns to the position, burying charley's face in her excited pussy. Jen's moans are not heard over the blasting rock music, as Charleys hot tongue lavishes her into a pounding orgasm. Her cream covers his face as he continues to make her cum a second time, her hips riding his face with each pelvic-curling convulsion.



Panting, with her juices covering the inside of both thighs, Jen steps off the couch. Kneeling, she unzips Charleys jeans. Charley's rock-hard huge cock springs into view.



Making sure he can see her eyes, she licks her lips and takes him into her mouth, to the hilt. Fiercely, she grasps his hips with both hands, yanking him hard against her mouth, as she impales herself on his cock. Sucking as hard as she could, taking him down to the base with each violent movement, Jen's animalistic side flies into overdrive as she scrapes her teeth gently over the head every other stroke; growling, pulling Charley up off the couch over and over.



Jen feels Charley's hands go to her head as he gets close to cumming; she slaps them away and pushes herself off him. Her body and mind is in a wild state. Never has she ever felt so much the animal; Jen's in heat!!!



Standing, she yanks Charley's jeans from his body and straddles him, taking his saliva-drenched cock deep inside her. Jen's body arches, her head is thrown back as wild fire streams through her. It feels so good to have that wonderful cock hitting her cervix!



Purring and growling in wild abandon, she rotates her hips as she places her hands on the back of the couch, giving her purchase. Jen don't care that Charley's hands are on her hips as she rides him hard and fast. The flashing light and loud music helps Jen lose herself in the intense grinding and thrusting. It feels so very good to let herself be the animal as she ravishes Charley's body.



Faster, harder she grinds, her climax building. She looks down at Charley. Pure passion's pain is written on his face. This excites her so much that it triggers her orgasm. She cums, screaming at the top of her lungs. Jen's dripping sheath squeezes Charley's throbbing member; he cums, too. Jen's body milks every wonderful drop as he shoots deep inside her.



Exhausted, Jen lays against Charley's sweat-covered chest, panting. She feels Charley's arms wrap around her, and a gentle kiss on her glistening forehead.



The music stops shortly and they get up off the couch. Turning off the strobe and stereo,and they walk to their bedroom, hand and hand.



Chapter 5



New Discoveries







Jen crawled into bed as Charley walked over to the sliding glass doors. He opened the door and stepped out onto the deck overlooking the ocean.  Below he  heard the waves striking the shoreline in a erythmatic beat. The moon cast a glistening reflection to the pulsating ocean that reaches out to the horizon. Charley stepped back into the bedroom and could hear the light breathing of Jen snuggled in bed. Not wanting to disturb her, he ducked into the garage and grabbed a flashlight off the shelf. He realized that no one knew he had bought this place, but he was still weary. Had he made sure that no one knew? Was he absolutely sure? He stepped outside and immediately felt a cool breeze coming off the ocean. Taking the steps down, he walked along the ocean shore. He pointed his light from one side of the beach to the other.

Charley continued to cuss himself for getting Jen mixed up in his business dealings. Christ she could have been shot escaping from the house then what would he have done. The best thing to ever happen in his life and now he’s fucking it up. He didn’t deserve to have her. Finally being comfortable that no one was on the beach, he climbed the steps and walked up the long lane to the main road. Every little rustle of something scattering through the underbrush startled him. He reached the road.  Shining his flashlight down on the edge of the pavement, his eyes immediately found two spent cigarette butts. A cold chill ran through him. His flashlight scanned the brush near the highway anxiously preparing himself to deal with whoever may be hidden in the brush. After several minutes he was satisfied that no one was around. But some had been there and just recently, he thought as he again examined the cigarette butts. His mind juggled thoughts of who could possibly know as he walked back to the house. 

Charley entered the house and returned to the bedroom; Jen was still sleeping. He stood there momentarily after taking his clothes off and admired her. Such stunning beauty he whispered under his breath. She was a prize worth more then all the money in the world. A brilliant gem that he greedily held and possessed.

Sliding under the covers, he cuddled up behind her and felt her soft nakedness. His cock quickly had become erect and he slid it between her legs. The tip of his cock pierced her slit and rubbed her opening causing Jen to stir and let out a moan of pleasure. As he continued to playfully run his cock across her clit, Jen reached down between her legs and stroked his protruding cock.

She pressed his hardness against her slit and petted the tip of his cock with her fingers. Spreading her legs further apart she took a hold of him and rammed it into her now wet pussy. She gasped as his entire length slipped into her canal and filled her completely. She patted her clit as he slid in and out.

“Hmmm Charley, you really know how to wake someone up. I love how your cock feels inside of me,” Jen whispered, as she turned and went to her knees. Her pussy now fully exposed and allowing for the most penetration of Charley’s cock. Her pussy hungrily latched onto each stroke feeling his balls slap her clit.

Charley’s ass cheeks compressed with each slide into her and his hands played with Jen’s erect nipples.  He could feel Jen’s ass coming back to meet his strokes into her. Each stroke pulled up the cum raising from Charley’s nut sack.  His fingers skillfully played with her clit and he felt her love juice seeping down his balls and lubricating his cock.

“Fuck me harder,” Jen yelled out.

Charley quickened his pace and his cock slammed into her faster. He listened to Jen’s moans of pleasure and as soon as he again played with her clit she exploded into an orgasm. He could feel her quiver beneath him in waves of sensations rode through her body. Two more strokes and his cum exploded inside of her. The sensation that came from it exhaled from his lungs and he could feel it through his entire body. Charley pulled out and collapsed next to her.

Jen rolled over on top of him.

“Jen, you’re so amazing.”

“Your not bad yourself,” she said, running her fingers through his hair.

Charley lightly kissed her lips before falling into a sound sleep…



“Get up,” Jen yelled out, slapping Charley’ s bare ass. Charley jumps up and rolls over to see Jen already dressed.

“Damn hun, what’s up?” Charley asked, peering out of one sleepy eye.

“We need to go shopping. I have no clothes to change in to, just because you have a closet and dresser full here already, and the refrigerator is completely bare of food.”

“Okay, we’ll go,” Charley staggered into the bathroom and quickly cleaned up.



The Lexus roared to life and they backed out of the garage and raced into town. They pulled into a large shopping center and walked into one of the many clothing stores.  Where Jen bought an entire wardrobe of new clothes. Everything from summer dresses to lace underwear, she had it covered. They left there and walked down the crowded hallway.

“I suppose you’ll want to shop over there?” Jen asked.

Charley turned to where Jen pointed and saw a sign over a glass door. “Erotic Pleasures, yes I believe that would be a must stop,” Charley answered, giving Jen a wink.

While Charley looked at movies, Jen was busily looking at dildos.

Soon Jen was back and tapped Charley on the shoulder. “Honey, I’m sorry but you’ve been replaced.” In her hands was an eighteen inch dildo that had to be about 3 inches in diameter.

“Holy shit, how am I going to compete with that.”

“You’re not, so get over it.”

“I knew I shouldn’t of dropped in here with you,” Charley responded, shaking his head.

“Well if I’m being replaced, I need something for myself also,” Charley said, and went down the aisle to look at the rubber pussies.”

Jen was having a hay day looking at all kinds of toys to use, from chains and padlocks, to nipple clamps, and choke collars.

Charley looked through the selection and as Jen walked by he said, “Do you really think this would last very long?” He showed her a rubber pussy that had a bush full of hair popping out of it.

“Oh sure it would, you just got to give it a lot of TLC, use a lot of lube and it will be perfect.”

“I don’t know I’m kind of skeptical.” putting his finger in it. He then noticed Jen’s shopping cart was full of toys. “What’s all this?”

“Some late night entertainment for us, my darling man.”

“Wow what’s next?”

“I need to look at the vibrators.”

Charley shook his head, “ I shouldn’t have asked.”

They walked down an aisle and there in one whole section was vibrators of every kind.

“Well, look at here what a large display of them.” They had all sizes and shapes with different options, and various colors.

Charley just stood and watched Jen look at all of them

Jen marveled at the variety of designs and sizes of all the vibrators and dildos. Charley thought it was incredibly erotic watching Jen in front of so many strangers examining the large rubber dildos and caressing them. By the look in her eyes and deep concentration, Charley could only imagine what was going on in her mind. He was sure she was thinking what it might be like to have the different sizes and thicknesses inside her, pleasuring her.

He broke her concentration by nudging her towards the video arcade. Hand in hand, they selected a small dark unoccupied booth toward the back. Charley locked the door and pulled her into a passionate embrace. In the darkness, they could hear sounds coming from the booths next and near by. Most were the sounds from the videos playing of people moaning during sex, but they also heard various muffled noises from the people in the booths.

Charley broke off the embrace to put a few dollars in video machine. A video of a woman being serviced by several well-hung men began playing. It was clear from both of

their obvious states of arousal that this was going to end up with them having sex in the booth until they were both fully satisfied.

Charley stood behind Jen letting his hands roam under her blouse, rubbing her firm breasts and rolling her nipples between his fingers while she watched the woman in the video on her hands and knees sucking one big cock while another was thrusting in and out of her pussy. Jen unbuttoned and removed her blouse in order to give Charley better access. She reached behind her back and fondled Charley's erection through his bulging jeans. She proceeded to unbutton & unzip his jeans and pull his hard on free.

Her hands began squeezing and stroking his hard naked cock. Charley kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his jeans. With Jen still in front of him, Charley pulled her skirt up above her waist and pushed her panties down to her removed her skirt leaving her completely exposed from the waist down.

As Charley watched her do this, He noticed a glory hole between their booth and the one next door. He also noticed in the darkness, someone was looking through the hole watching them. If the person did not have their face up against the hole, Charley would have easily seen into the other booth. The sudden realization that someone was watching them - his wife stroking his dick and him playing with her pussy, sent a jolt of excitement through Charley and made him harder than ever. Jen had no idea what was happening.

Charley ran his hands through her soft mound and spread her lips wide with both hands to show their guest how beautiful her pussy was. He was so proud to show his woman off in a exhibitionist way. Charley began inserting a finger into her folds and discovered that she was soaked and ready for action. He continued to finger fuck her with two fingers from one hand and played with her engorged clit with the other.

Jen's body looked magnificent, on display in the video's dim light as she lean back against Charley's chest. He looked at the hole several times and could make out that

they were still being watched and it made him so horny. Charley then had Jen sit on the bench seat beside the hole. She reached out, grabbed his cock and pulled him directly in front of her. She began licking the head of Charley's cock with her very talented tongue.

The voyeur was getting a fantastic show.

Charley decided to tell Jen that someone was watching them and pointed to the hole. She looked, gasped and tried to fix her clothes. Charley quickly grabbed her hands and told her that it was ok. Jen looked at Charley for several seconds and then asked him "If he was sure?"

Charley replied by guiding her head back to his throbbing cock.

She smiled at him and enthusiastically began sucking him in in an attempt to put on a good show for their voyeur. She looked so damn sexy with her lips around Charley's cock - her eyes alternating between looking up into his and looking at the hole.

To both of their surprise, their voyeur slowly began inserting his own cock through the hole. Jen moaned around Charley's cock as she watched the stranger's cock coming into their booth. This was no ordinary cock. It was huge and it was a beautiful ebony color. It easily rivaled the largest dildos they had looked at just minutes ago. The

cock was still mostly soft and was already easily 8 inches long and thicker than a normal sized tool.

Charley was now reeling at the kinky sexual possibilities that were now before them. Jen stopped sucking and looked up at Charley as if she were waiting for him to tell her what to do. Charley asked her if she wanted to try to make this ebony hard. Charley

guessed that she had the same idea because she quickly grabbed it with both hands and started rubbing up and down its massive dark length. She never took her eyes off of it as she exclaimed, "It's big and it feels good."

Charley never imagined them doing this sort of thing in a sex shop, but it was certainly something he was immensely enjoying as he began playing with his own cock.

Jen had managed to bring the faceless, bodiless cock to full attention, as it expanded in both length and thickness. It now pointed up into their booth to what Charley

would have to guess was at least 10".

Charley knelt down so that they were both eye level with this  impressive shaft and he began rubbing the shaft against Jen's face. Back and forth across her cheeks, her forehead and finally her lips. As he was doing this, Jen's hands went between her legs as she played with her clit. At that moment, Charley wanted to see her suck this big cock

or at least suck as much as she could possibly get into her mouth. He asked her if she wanted to take it in her mouth and she looked into his eyes and nodded yes. Still

holding the cock, Charley held it just behind the smooth head and he began rubbing the tip right across Jen's lips. Charley told her to open up and as she did, he feed just the head

inside. Her tongue licked all over the head up to Charley's fingers. He then fed her a few more inches which allowed her to really start using her whole mouth.

Soon she had as much of this large cock as she could fit in her mouth. Charley began pumping the cock in rhythm with her sucking. With his other hand, he resumed playing with her dripping pussy. Eventually she switched to sucking the cock with a twisting action. Charley has enjoyed this technique many, many times.

She pleasured the shaft for at least 15 minutes while Charley teased her clit and continued to slide two fingers in and out. Charley knew that Jen's poor mouth must have been getting tired. He wanted to fuck her badly yet couldn't tear himself away from watching her giving this erotic blowjob to a complete stranger inside an adult sex shop.

It was extremely erotic to see Jen's pale white checks bulging with the big black shaft. He began to wonder if she would be willing to let this massive black rod into her sweet juicy pussy while he watched and helped or if we could accomplish that in the confines of the small booth.

Charley was completely lost. The world was receding. There was nothing real in the world to him right then but Jen, and this beautiful long hard dark cock that she was eating. He probably never would have done this before, but this was not a man, this was just a cock and nothing more, for Jen and himself to share in their privacy. But the thought of seeing Jen with another man or even another woman enjoying each other, really turned Charley on.

Charley followed the path of her tongue with his eyes, as she licked from the cock's base all the way to its head. Her tongue pulled away slightly, leaving to stop with the tip of the head perched in between her open lips.

Charley held this own shaft in his hand and matched Jen's rhythm, strokes and tongue movements in order to give his cock the same pleasure that the stranger's cock was receiving. The world further receded. He was only aware of his throbbing prick and Jen's mouth. The rhythms, the sucking, the pleasure was all the same. He knew he couldn’t last much longer nor did he want this to end.

Jen could tell that the ebony cock was close to cumming as she increased her

intensity, and Charley did the same. He was cumming. He could feel the pulsing, shooting jet after jet of cum spilling onto his hand. It took him a few seconds to realize that it wasn't just him that was cumming. He watched the ebony cock blast against the roof of Jen's mouth, filling it. He could see Jen swallowing, she had swallowed three times, still had a mouthful and the cock was still cumming. She pulled back as another jet splashed her cheek. The next shot covered her tongue as she held open her mouth as the ebony

prize gave up its last few shots. Now totally spent, the ebony pole soon began to soften as Jen let it slip from her mouth. She turned to Charley and gave him a wink, she wiped the cum from her face and kissed Charley , while he held her in a loving embrace

Charley looked at the wall. The cock was gone. He could see into the next booth and it was now empty. As they were recovering from the sexual high, someone else entered the next booth and began watching them. Another stranger was getting to see Jen's naked body. Her breasts were magnificent and Charley knew the voyeur had a good view of her wet unfucked pussy. Charley meant to remedy that soon !!!!!.

Jen smiled at Charley as they dressed in front of their new voyeur. Once dressed, they exited the booth and headed out of the store but not before purchasing their souvenirs. They could not get home fast enough. And on the way home,

Charley had a feeling that their new discovery in their lustful adventures had just begun.

By the time they got home, they were both feeling like wild animals full of desire for one another. They had only just entered into their house , when Charley started undressing Jen, slowly at first, then more rapidly until he was almost tearing her clothes from her body. He couldn’t get enough of her warm, smooth skin; he needed to touch her everywhere at once. Leaving a trail of clothes behind them, they made it as far as the bathroom. Charley had to stop there because he was tripping over his jeans which were bunched around his ankles. After removing them, he knelt in front of Jen and rained kisses on the soft swell of her belly. Slowly, he slid her panties down her legs. His lips burned a trail down her left thigh, sliding his tongue back up the inside of her leg. Her legs quivered as he repeated this procedure on her other leg. He kissed his way back up her body as she slid slowly to the floor.

She stretched out on the floor, gasping and arching her back away from the cold tiles beneath her. Charley leaned over and took one of her breasts into his mouth, licking and sucking until the nipple hardened under his tongue. Of course, he had to give equal treatment to its partner. He moved back up her body in search of her mouth, sliding his hard cock over her belly. The kiss was long, deep, and full of lust. As they kissed, he slid his hand down her body in search of the dampness between her legs.

Jen was soaking wet. He slid a finger into her, drawing a moan of pleasure. He began kissing a trail down her body, sliding another finger into her wet pussy as he went. Charley slowly began fucking her with his hand, her hips moving in time to the rhythm he had set. He placed kisses randomly around her clit, getting close but never touching it. Using his free hand, Charley placed her knees over his shoulders, giving him better access to her pussy and clit. He slowly slid his tongue between her labia, using the very tip to draw a slow circle around her clit. She purred with pleasure and increased the tempo of her thrusting hips.

Charley teased that sensitive bud, licking, sucking and nibbling on it until she was breathless, panting, and unable to speak. The only sound in the room was the squishy sound of Charley's fingers sliding in and out of her drenched pussy. Her juices were dripping down the crack of her ass and onto the floor below. Charley could feel pre-cum trickling from his cock like a leaky faucet.

A quick glance at her face told him she was quickly closing in on an orgasm. Determined to make her see stars, Charley quickly dipped his left thumb into her opening then slid it up to replace his tongue on her clit. Without missing a beat, he darted his tongue into her pussy, fucking her furiously with it. Dripping with her juices from fucking her, the index finger of his right hand slipped effortlessly into her tight asshole. A few strokes later, Charley could feel her pussy tighten and quiver around his tongue. He sealed his lips tightly around her opening, not wanting to miss a drop of her nectar, sucking gently as she came on his tongue, gasping for breath and bucking her hips. It was all Charley could do to hold his own orgasm back.



Jen's legs slipped from his shoulders as he licked her pussy clean. Charley moved up to lie beside her. Jen turned her head, opened her eyes, and smiled at him. She glanced down his body, her eyes stopping at his rigid cock. “Oh, my. . . ” she trailed off. The wicked gleam in Jen's eyes told Charley that their lustful encounter was just beginning......



Chapter 6



~Mysterious Encounters~



Sitting at the table, overlooking the bay, Jen sipped her wine as the breeze rustled her long blonde hair. She had been running errands all day and needed to sit and take a break. She wondered at the circumstances that had led her to this place.

Wondered how their life would turn out being on the run, she longed for excitement that she had in the big city, she missed all her friends and the chats they had over coffee, all she got now was chats over a phone call, she missed her old life so bad, yet at the same time she was excited about this new life that her and Charley had begun.

She was feeling very lonely and empty inside as her mind wandered to old times. This morning she had decided she needed some time just for herself, so she offered to run the errands while Charley stayed home. He was becoming a bit moody at times, just like herself... maybe he was feeling the same way. Jen guessed that he was worried about their safety as well and missing his friends also.

As she finished her fruit and wine, the server stopped by and presented her with a single yellow rose. With her look of surprise, he advised, " From the gentleman….," and pointed toward the beach. As her gaze shifted, she saw only sand and water. The server shrugged and walked to the kitchen. She looked at the tag and read, "A gorgeous yellow rose. Yellow, to match your golden hair, and gorgeous to match the lady." No knowing what to think, but smiling inwardly, picked up the rose and her purse, headed for the car and placed her purse and rose inside the car and walked down to the water's edge. As she walked along the sand, she thought about the rose. The words on the card intrigued her.

Inwardly, she always wondered how she was viewed by the males species. Her husband often told her how attractive she was, but he was, after all, her husband and such comments were expected. Something unexpected from a stranger created a warm glow of satisfaction and she couldn't help but wonder what had stirred the stranger's action. Her long, wavy blonde hair was attractive enough, but not cover girl status. Her body was fairly firm, but as age creeps up, it was not in the category of the hard bodied teenage beach bunnies she was passing in their string bikinis, or in several cases, bikini bottoms only.

She wondered how she came to be the recipient of attention. Her wrap around skirt covered her from waist to mid calf and failed to show the tone and milky skin of her legs, yet couldn't hide the pleasing shape She walked away from the populated beach and along the more remote section of it. As she came to an outcropping of rock, she stopped to watch the waves lap gently where sand met stone and looked out at a small yacht, anchored a short distance off shore. She could see no one moving aboard. So she sat down on the sand and looked out at sea, watching the waves roll in and thinking about how she needed some excitement.

The sun was bright as it shone in her eyes , so she layed down on the sand with her face to the sky, shutting her eyes, letting the warm rays of the sun relax her tensed body..................

Jen was walking toward her favorite spot at the far end of the beach, it is a small outcropping of rocks kind of secluded away from the rest of the beach. As she got to the edge of the rocks she started around them and froze in her tracks. She was not the only one here. Jen backed up a little so she couldn't be seen, she wanted to survey the situation first before walking on around there. Laying on his stomach was a man, a naked man... He looked to be about 6 foot 2 or 3 inches tall, and obviously likes to tan all over too. He was broad across the shoulders, his hair falling along his back, it is thrown over on one shoulder, it is a dark blonde looks like it would be darker if not for all the sun it gets. His back gives way to a wonderful looking ass. It is well shaped, the kind you just want to reach out and hold in your hands. His legs are long and muscled. Jen realizes that she is starting to fantasize about what it would be like to see more of him.

Jen could feel her nipples harden a little at the thought of seeing the other side of this man. She looks around to make sure they are alone there. Wouldn't want someone walking up and catching her studying this fine specimen of a man. Once she knows they are alone for sure, She goes back to checking him out. Her eyes go back to his ass and the way it turns down at his legs. His legs slightly spread but from this angle she can't see enough there. He starts to stir and move about. Slowly almost as if he feels he is being watched he turns over. The sand speckles his chest as Jen can see it trapped in the fine hair that lightly covers his chest. He looks around and then settles back down to sun some more. Jen's eyes slowly follow the light trail of hair that runs down the center of his tight muscled stomach. Then she see his flaccid manhood laying across a soft looking mat of brown hair as its head lays on his stomach. It has sand on it and it sparkles in the sun. The sand must be bothering him though as he reaches for it and starts to brush it off.

Jen feels her heart beat faster as he lifts it and rubs along the shaft loosening the sand that has stuck there when he was laying on it. It is almost erotic the way he is so soft with his touch, he reaches down and swipes his hand across his balls to remove the sand from there too. Watching him, Jen's mind registers the fact that his balls are shaved. And they look so big as he cleans the sand from them.



Again she looks around to see if they are alone here.

As Jen looks back to him he now has the shaft in his hand again this time taking the sand from off the head. The whole picture in front of her has started to make her very horny. Jen feels her fingers starting to stroke the skin between her breast as she watches him. He is still trying to get the sand off it looks like, then she notices it is starting to swell and get longer in his hand. Jen realizes then that he is enjoying his own touch as she is starting to enjoy her own. His fingers wrapping around his shaft starting to make little small stroking motions along it. Jen's fingers now have found her nipples and are softly pinching and rubbing them.

His hand now goes down and caresses his balls, cupping them in his hand rolling them around. His other hand touches his nipple as he lets out a small gasp and his cock jumps a little on its own. It is starting to raise off his body as it stiffens. Still hovering over his stomach though as it lengthens and hardens. His hand grabbing the base and squeezing it as he pulls it up and runs his hand the full length of it. It must be about 6 or 7 inches long and so thick that his hand has a large gap between his fingers when closed around it. He is starting to enjoy it more because Jen can hear him moan as he is stroking it . She is watching the skin pull up around the head when he goes up on it and the head swell and tighten when he pulls down.

Jen's fingers now on one hand are starting to trail over her tummy as she reaches to feel herself also. She opens her wrap so that she can have better access to herself. She reaches inside her panties and runs her fingers over her mound. Feeling the rush of her touch, her clit stands up and starts to swell with the anticipation of being stroked and touched.

He is starting to stroke faster now and he is pinching his nipple like Jen is doing to her own. His hand moving and squeezing the shaft. He then runs his fingers up and rubs the head in the palm of his hand and Jens notices the precum that is there when he pulls back down to his shaft. His body is starting to tense and Jen can tell he is close to cumming.

Then Jen's fingers finds her clit and she squeezes it and then dips her fingers down to bring moisture up to her clit from where she has started to slowly flow. Her juices start to flow out and her panties are wet. As she runs her fingers up along her clit on both sides of it and then squeezes, she feels it trapped between them and it throbs from the touch. She strokes it as she watches him stroke faster, now his hand almost a blur, as he is going so fast. His head is swelling so big it makes Jen want to wrap her lips around it and feel it in her mouth.

With that thought she lets a moan escape her lips, and he stops suddenly and looks her way. He has heard Jen over the waves, she must have been louder then she thought. His eyes search the rocks looking for her, then Jen could tell he has seen her.

He says "You might as well come out, so I can see you too, since you have seen all of me."



With that Jen slowly walks around the rocks. She tells him that she is sorry for spying and will leave if he wants her too. He motions for her to sit beside him on the sand. As Jen sits, he is looking her up and down.



Then he says "I see you have been watching awhile."



Jen tells him "Not long" which he replies " Long enough to get a wet spot yourself."

She blushes realizing she has been caught. She tells him "I have never seen a man stroke himself in such obvious pleasure in public before." As she looks down ,he is still about half hard and there is a lot of precum leaking out. Jen slowly reaches for his cock and he doesn't say a word. He just lays back and lets out a small moan. Jen runs her hand over the head and makes her hand slick from the precum and then starts to stroke him like he was himself just minutes earlier. Her little hand looks so small wrapped around his cock, it is swelling and hardening fast as she gives it the attention it needs. The head swelling up again and turning a nice shade of purple as she feels it throbbing in her hand like her clit was earlier.

Her pussy feels like it is on fire from the earlier rubbing ,and not being able to finish. But for now she feels she must finish what he so badly needed to finish minutes ago. With that Jen dips her head down and slowly licks the head and tastes his precum. He is sweet as well as salty so she thinks she can do this. With that she opens her lips and sucks him into her mouth . He is so thick it is hard to get far down. His head and about and 4 inches of shaft is all that will fit.

She starts to swirl her head in little circles running her tongue under the head. Feeling him suck in his breath as she licks all around it while she sucks, her other hand going down to caress his balls. Feeling the bare skin on his balls, she knows she must lick them too. She pulls off his cock and slowly licks down it toward his balls and as she takes them in her mouth one at a time , he moans even louder. His cock bouncing in the air as she licks and sucks on his balls. Sensing that he is close Jen slips back up and takes it in her mouth again and let it slip back till it just touches her throat. Causing him to spasm and jerk. Her hand stroking what won't fit in her mouth while her mouth moves over him.

Jen feels him start to tense up and hears him say if she keeps going he is going to cum. So Jen sucks even harder to bring it out of him and his body jerks and shakes as she feels the cum start to swell up the shaft and the head swell as it shoots out onto her tongue. Jen tries to swallow as fast as she can, but he is cumming so hard that she can't keep up and it dribbles out the corner of her mouth. He finally starts to slow down and his body lays still as she cleans him up with her mouth.

He slowly opens his eyes and focuses on Jen and tells her that it was incredible. He tells her that it is his turn to return the favor.



He slowly lays Jen down and pulls her wrap back to expose her body. He slides her top off her breast so that he can see what there is there. He sees a large set of breasts with hard tight nipples. As he slowly leans over to kiss her, Jen feels his breath across her lips and then he touches her lips in a kiss that leaves her panting and wanting more. His lips exploring hers and his tongue sneaking out to touch her lips and invite her tongue out to play. As their tongues meet he pushes his tongue gently into her mouth just a little to tease her then Jen returns the kiss and explores his mouth for a moment. While he is kissing her, his strong hands are on her breasts caressing them and cupping them. Feeling their weight in his hands like he wants to make sure he is not imagining things.

His mouth then slowly starts its journey towards her breast. He kisses over her throat and stops to lick and nip at the soft skin there before moving on. He finds his way down to her breasts and starts to lick around the outside edge working inward softly toward the nipple causing Jen to strain toward his mouth trying to hurry him into taking the nipple there. His hand cupping her breast he finally gets to the nipple and Jen feels his mouth close on it as he sucks as much of her breast in as he can. His tongue flattening out and licking slowly over the tip of her nipple. Till she feels the tip of his tongue flip off the end of her nipple causing it to vibrate and harden even more. His other hand going down Jen's body till it is over her mound rubbing her through the material of her panties. Jen can feel him pushing the cloth inside her lips and rubbing her slit causing her to get even wetter. His mouth starting to trail lower now working toward her pussy. He stops at her belly button to kiss and lick around it teasing her for just a moment before moving down.

His mouth closing over Jen's mound as he kisses her through the material. Jen can feel his breath going through the cloth and burning into her flesh. She feels his tongue slide along the side of her leg along the edge of her panties. He stops to tug at them with his teeth trying to pull them down. Finally he is done playing and reaches up and pulls them down as Jen raises her ass to let him slip them off. He pushes them off her legs and then parts her legs and settles in to lick her like she need to be licked. Jen can feel his tongue licking along the top of her mound slipping gently into her slit. The tip of his tongue parting her slit as it slides lower toward her hole, causing her to squirm and wiggle trying to hurry him. She needs to feel the release that has been building since watching him touch himself.

His tongue locks in on her hole and slips in as far as it can go. When that doesn't seem far enough for him he pulls her lips apart with his fingers and then has Jen put her feet on his shoulders so that she is opened up to him. From here he can probe deeply into her with his tongue. Jen feels it sink into her tasting her as he swirls it around inside her making Jen shake from the pressure that is building inside. She can feel her first orgasm starting to gather rapidly in her tummy radiating outward starting to consume her whole body. As Jen feels it starting to take over he must to because he suddenly sucks her clit into his mouth and bites down on the base of it and sucks hard as he flicks his tongue right across the tip. Jen's body responds with convulsions and she feels her orgasm explode from within her. She hears her own moans and light screams of passion as he continues to suck and lick causing her clit to throb and pulse as she shivers from the pleasure he is giving her. As Jen's body starts to slow down he doesn't let up, he continues to suck and lick at her clit then he slips three fingers into Jen's pussy and starts to stroke her. The feeling of his fingers filling her and his mouth pleasing her starts the feeling of impending orgasm all over again. Her body was responding to this man she didn’t even know. He knew how to use his fingers as he bent them just right to catch her g-spot and cause her to go into another orgasm. He bites down harder on her clit causing her to scream out in pleasure -pain.

As her orgasm still courses through her, she feels him slip up between her legs and run his cock through her slit getting himself wet so that he can give her what she really wants. Jen feels him start to slide his cock inside her. The head slowly slipping in and it feels good, she needed to have someone fill her. To feel her body and mind be taken to places it hasn't felt for awhile. As he slides all the way into her, she feels him stretch her, causing the walls of her pussy to squeeze him tightly as he tries to pull out a little she tries to keep him inside her as long as she can.

Jen can hear the waves crashing in around the rocks as the tide comes in. Their bodies starting to rock in a rhythm with each other. He raises her legs till he has a hold of her ankles and is starting to pump into her harder driving in as she feels his balls slapping hard against her ass. As he drives in ,his cock rubs down across her clit with each stroke he makes. Jen's clit responds by throwing her into her next orgasm. Jen's muscles squeezing him harder and causing him to moan and comment on the tightness. Saying that it feels like she is trying to break it in half she is squeezing so hard. Jen's body spasms below him as he keeps slamming into her with all he has to give. She can feel him bumping the back wall of her pussy with the head.

When her body starts to calm a little from the orgasm he brought forth he says to turn over, he wants to do it from behind. With that Jen turns over on all fours and he positions himself behind her and slips his cock into her with one easy full stroke. Now she can feel the water lapping at their feet as they continue to make love on the secluded end of the beach. It is now dark and they are in the moonlight making love. He grabs her hips and starts to thrust deep inside her pulling her into him as he drives forward. Their bodies slapping together as they are both starting to sweat now. His body starts to shake and his strokes get more powerful and shorter. He is close, she can tell from the way his head is swelling inside her. He reaches around and rubs her clit as they rock with the rhythm of two wild animals. His body screaming for release as well as her own. He squeezes her clit and she feel herself slip into that wonderful state of bliss that only an earth shattering orgasm can cause.

Jen screams out "I am cumming", he drives her forward and buries himself in her as deep as he can get. His cock expanding and the head feels like it is going to explode inside Jen as she feels his cum wash over the inside of her as it shoots forth from his cock. Feeling it pulse inside her , pushes her to the final edge of her orgasm and she falls forward bringing him with her as they both lay in a state of total contentment. His cock still buried inside Jen as they catch their breath. The water now almost reaching their waists when it rushes in, feeling cool and helping to relax them after the energy they have spent. He rolls off her , and they move further up on to the sand bank ,and holds her in his arms where they fall asleep staring up at the stars feeling totally spent and happy..........................................................

Jen wakes up in a fright, "oh my, i must of fallen asleep, It must of been the wine, way too much on a warm day" she says to her self. She glances at her watch, phew! its not that late after all.....She remembers the stranger and looks around but he is gone! She wanders if it was just a dream , or did she really make love to a stranger!!!!!!!!

Jen headed back to her car, the moonlight reflected off the hood of the car as she turned into her street.

She'd been running errands all day and was finally heading home. She had left her husband Charley at home. Jen gave him some time to rest and enjoy this beautiful day in some small amount of peace with no interruptions.

Reaching home, Jen pulled her car into the drive and parked it. After turning it off and collecting her purse and rose, she headed into the house.

The entire house was so quite, she just assumed that Charley had gone out. Setting her keys, purse and rose on the table by the door, she walked through the house.

"Charley, I'm home, where are you?" she called out looking in the kitchen. Not having found him, she decided to change her clothes and relax. She walked towards her bedroom, stopping only to remove her sneakers, then continuing to her room.

This is where she finds Charley, lying on their bed, holding a yellow rose and smiling. "Hi, didn't you hear me call you?" Jen asked smiling at the Cheshire cat grin he was wearing. "And just why are you smiling at me that way?"

"Well last night was so fantastic, I thought it was time I finished this with my own seduction." Charley states as he offers the rose to Jen. "Here's to our new wild sex life."



As Jen reaches for the rose, her mind wanders back to the encounter on the beach and thanks her lucky stars that it was just a dream, yet holding the yellow rose in her hand makes her think back to the stranger she never saw, who offered her the yellow rose. Charley's other hand swings around from behind him, grasping her wrist in his, yanking her toward him, and forcing her to tumble on top of his reclining body.

"MMMmm! Now that you have me here, what are you going to do to me?" She leans down, gently kisses his smiling lips. Jen can't remember the last time his eyes were so full of fire and lust. Seeing him like this is starting to turn her on. Spreading her thighs she sits up straddling him. His hands caress her ribs as she removes her top, then her bra, leaning down to kiss him again. It's not long before they are moaning and kissing deeper, enjoying the rough texture of his hands on her smooth skin.

Quickly he flips her onto her back. Now he's straddling her, taking both wrists in one of his hands, he pins them over Jen's head. With a strange look in his eyes, his right hand cups her chin firmly, ” Tonight my little minx, you are my sex toy, to do with as I will and you will be as obedient as I was for you last night. Do you understand my pet?" Looking into Charley's' face, Jen was a bit nervous, did he know of her dream, how she fell asleep on the beach??. He was almost scaring her. Jen shook her head in agreement.

"Stand and remove the remainder of your clothes, Pet!" Charley ordered. "Then lie down on the bed, head at the foot and on your tummy."



With a question in Jen's eyes, she complies and removes her wrap and panties to the floor. Keeping her eyes on Charley's face as she climbs onto the bed, her head at the foot, and lies down on her tummy.

Charley reaches under their bed and pulls out a red silken cord and wraps it around Jen's right wrist, tying it firmly but not painfully. Then reaching under her armpits, he pulls her to the end of the bed; her head is hanging off, her shoulders barely still on the edge. He then ties Jen's left hand with the cord. She can hear him walk to the top of the bed, take her left foot and tying it, then doing the same to her right foot. Jen is now lying on her tummy, spread eagled and fully vulnerable to his eyes and hands.



Taking a small length of cord, Charley pulled her hair into a make shift ponytail. Then she felt warm oil accompanied with strong hands smoothed over her stretched limbs, then her back, down over each buttock. Charley's hands felt so wonderful as they slid over her oiled body, Jen's muscles were slowly relaxing, all except her neck, which was starting to ache.

"Charley, this is really uncomfortable, my neck is getting tired." Jen stated, hoping he would pull her back onto the bed.



"Smack!"



Fire and pain exploded over her right butt cheek! Instantly Jen tries her bonds, pulling and fighting do her best to look up at Charley.



"Hey! What was that for?" she yelled at Charley. Tears threatened to escape her eyes.



"Smack!"

Again fire and pain, but this time on her left cheek. The pain was intense, she hadn't been spanked since she was twelve years old. Her breath stopped in her chest for a brief second as her body did it's best to accommodate the pain she was experiencing. Tears streamed down her cheeks as sobs wracked her body. Jen was so confused, why was Charley hurting her?

Before the question formed on her lips, Charley began to massage and knead both abused cheeks. The oil had not only aided in the pain but was now making it easy for his hands to slide easily over her skin.



The pain had just subsided when he applied another blow to her tail.



"Smack!"

Gasping for breath as the pain flooded her again, and then once again his hands were massaging the pain away. A low moan escaped her as he rubbed the reddened flesh. Jen was seeing the purpose of this exercise, first pain then pleasure. Her body was beginning to respond to it as well.



Pain, pleasure, spank, and massage the pattern developed, as did the rise in her desire and lust. Jen could not believe this is turning her on. It didn't take long for Jen to be moaning and purring to the sweet torture

"Smack!" Jen's body jumps, then relaxes, knowing that his hands will rub out the pain, only this time Charley's fingers slide in between her cheeks and massage her rosebud. Little circular movements with a finger tip as the other hand continues to rub her tail.



An electric charge of pleasure strikes her entire vulva making her clit jump at attention. Jen's breathing has doubled as the sensation wraps around her pelvis. Jen releases a deep moan of ecstasy.

"I knew you would enjoy this my little pet." Charley says softly, "Do you want more?"



"Yes please." I whisper, "Please don't stop!" I beg him.



"Smack!"



Gasping for a small amount of air, as she gets use to the new pain, then relaxes as his hands rub out the pain. Again his fingers travel between her open legs, this time they slide through her now dripping lips. Jen's body stiffens at the wonderful intrusion. Charley's fingers open her dewy petals as they find their way from her rosebud to her swollen nub. Jen's body shakes as renewed pleasure travels over her. Moans and small whimpers fill the room as he continues his explorations. Jen's hips move, trying to get him to enter her, but he just teases the outer edge to her velvet tunnel.

Jen's body glistens in the light shining down from the ceiling, as fine sweat joins the scented oil covering her restrained form.



Once more he slaps her bottom with force, followed by the massage and gentle probing. Her excitement throbs through her. She needs satisfaction. She is so very close to the very edge of her zenith, but it's just out of reach.



"Please...baby, my body's Master, please, make me cum. I need to cum so badly!" she begs weakly, her strength almost gone.

With a satisfied smile, Charley roughly slides two fingers deep into her greedy body. Jen's body stiffens, it can't move much, the restraints are too tight, she screams as her climax wracks her soul, it's the deepest orgasm she has ever had. Her cream pours over his fingers as he plunges into her over and over, forcing her climax to last. Scream after scream is ripped out of her body, sweat runs off her face, mixed with pleasure's tears.

Exhausted, Jen lays, limp on the bed, her head hanging down over the edge. She feels her feet being released, and brought together. A soft towel travels over her hips, butt and thighs, then her shoulders and back. Charley is removing the oil and sweat from her body. Jen thinks she must look strange with her arms akimbo and her head off the bed. but she is too tired to care.



"Pet, get up on your knees." Charley orders. Too tired to argue she slowly and carefully brings her knees to her chest and finds that if she moves too fast, she'll pitch head first to the floor. Charley kneels on the bed behind her. His hands grasp her firmly by the hips. His member, hard and poking her from behind. Charley moves closer, forcing her knees closer to the edge, sudden fear of falling brings Jen out of her daze as she looks at him over her shoulder.

With one deep thrust, he mounts her. Charley's cock, covered in the oil and Jen's bodies own juices ,aiding in the penetration. Hard and deep, he thrusts, mating her, like a bitch in heat. Grunting at each apex, slamming against her cervix. His hands move to her shoulders, giving him a better grip. Making his cock go even deeper, filling her all the more. Jen's long blonde hair, comes unbound and swings lose, covering her face and touching the floor. It swishes across the carpet with each back and forth thrust from behind.



Over and over he rams her, his grunts and her moans fill Jen's ears. The bed creaks at the jerking movements. Jen can feel the climax sweeping through her as he plunges into her again. "Oh God Pet, you're so fucking tight!" Each word accented with a forceful grunt. "God baby, are you ready for me to cum in your sweet pussy?" He questions.

Jen's climax rushes to her clit as she screams, "Now! Cum now!" Charley's body stiffens as his cum floods her clasping hole, milking his twitching cock. Jen hears him groaning as each rope of his seed splashes inside her, over filling her and running down her open thighs. Jen's body jerks against his, as she seems to cum forever, her cream mixing with his.



Spent, both covered in sweat, their bodies entangled, they rest. Moments later Charley slowly removes his body from Jen's and reaches down and unties her wrists. Rubbing the red marks left behind from her struggles, he kisses each wrist then softly kisses her lips. "I love you Pet." he says to her, while reaching over to give her the yellow rose !!!



Chapter Seven



Foursome of Lust 





Jen accepted the yellow rose and  inhaled it's beautiful intoxicating scent.

“I love you, Charley,” Jen said, giving him a lustful grin. “You know how to please me and make me feel good, you sure do know how to work that great cock of yours. What would I do without you?”

“You’re pretty amazing yourself, lovely lady,” Charley said, laying next to her on the bed.

“What did you do all day while I was gone?” Jen asked, her mind drifting to her seclusion on the beach.

“Just slept most of the time and got some rest.” Charley thought back to the afternoon. He did get some rest but most of it he spend searching the wooded acreage above the beach for more signs of intruders.  After spending  several hours walking in the woods and searching along the roadway he had given it up. He was beginning to think that he was over reacting to the sense that someone was staking them out.

As Jen drifted off to sleep, Charley admired her stunning beauty. Her long blonde hair dangled freely over her shoulders, such a strong contrast to her tanned skin. He watched her shallow breathing raise her beautiful breast back and forth. What a wonderful sexy lady you are, he whispered to her as he kissed her cheek.  He got up from the bed carefully as not to disturb her and coiled the ropes that still hung from the bed. He walked out on the patio, letting the ocean breeze sensually cool down his naked body. The waves steady splashing on the beach was like a heart beat, its chant methodically had a hypnotizing effect on him. He walked back inside, slipped on a pair of pants and stepped into some sandals.  He grabbed his flashlight and opened the door that led outside and to the long lane.

He just walked outside, when he saw a flash of light coming a ways up the driveway.  Slumping down, Charley stepped silently, creeping his way up the lane. Keeping his eyes peeled in the distance, he again saw the light’s reflection glance off the towering trunks of the dense trees.  His eyes caught the silhouettes of two men walking through the trees away from him. He crept further up the lane, kneeling at intervals to watch their movements. The moonlight brought out shadows that sullenly shimmered as he walked. He had closed the gap on the two men but to his amazement he seen them enter a car parked on the road.

Charley ran as fast as he could to the road, hoping to catch a glimpse of the plates as the car pulled away. Gasping for breath, he arrived to watch it pull away. It left much to fast for him to identify the plates or even the make of the car. Disgusted by his own failure to reach them on time he watched the red beams of taillights drive up the hill and around the far bend. His mind raced with wonder if these were truly the men who were looking for him. Surely if they were, they would have already launched an all out attack on the house. He tried to reconcile what he had saw, but he couldn’t get the thoughts out of his mind. Feeling despair, he walked back to the beach house. Another thing he had done while Jen was out was to load his rifles and small arms and had them placed around the house in every room in preparation for any attack that may come. 

Entering the house, Charley felt prepared for anything that may happen. He felt he had done all he could do. As he entered the living room he heard soft music playing. Glancing in the bedroom, he noticed that Jen was no longer on the bed. He walked on and seen the bathroom door open and entered. He followed the music and found Jen sitting in the hot tub. Steam rolled up from the bubbling water, partially covering the view of Jen sipping on a glass of wine. Her naked breast glistened in the soft light, reflecting off her wet skin. Her nipples stood at full erection teasing his eye’s lustful stare.

“Where have you been, lover?” she asked, taking a sip of wine.

“I thought I heard a noise outside so I went to check it out.”

“Hmmmm, chasing big bad wolves away, I suppose.”

“It turned out to be nothing.”

“Well get undressed and get in here. I need some company.”

Charley threw off his sandals and slipped out of his pants. The hot water quickly wrapped itself around his skin. The soothing bubbles bombarded his legs and slapped into his balls. He poured a glass of wine for himself and sipped it, letting the taste tingle his lips and mouth. Putting his arm around her, he kissed her on the lips. Her lips absorbed his and the taste of the wine dashed on his tongue. He felt her hand grasp onto his cock and begin stroking it. Her delicate fingers playing with the edge of his hood then slowing running down his length. Masterfully sliding down the thickness of his growing erection and carefully fondling his balls, she kissed his chest.

“My god, Charley, I’ve never met a man who is in such good control of his cock.”

“Well you have a lot to do with that. You’re one of a kind.”

Charley kissed her neck and then his lips found their way to her soft breast.  He sucked on her nipple and felt her move her back forward so that he could get more of her breast in his mouth. His hands slid between her legs, caressing her pussy with his hand. Jen willingly spread her legs inviting his fingers to enter her wet pussy. Pressing up on the inside walls being sure to touch the clit with each playful stroke, he feels her ass raise from the seat to meet his fingers. 

Jen arches her back enjoying his tender touch. The feel of his fingers inside of her and teasing her bud fills every part of her soul. The pleasure he gives her makes her body ache for more, she’s totally enraptured to him. Her fingers still slide around his erection feeling the throbbing veins protruding from his shaft. Oh my God she wants it inside of her. How she wants to feel that throbbing inside of her walls. She pulls him closer to her.

Charley lifts Jen up and slides her onto his cock. Her legs splay apart letting his erection fill her. His slick cock fills her completely, he feels the cervix. The tip of his cock hit’s the cervix, pressing her to open up even more, taking all of him inside of her. He listens to Jens moans, begging him not to stop. With his cock fully engorged inside of her, he runs his hand between her back and his stomach and slides his finger down her ass crack. Slowly caressing the tender opening he slides his finger into her hole. Jen lets out a moan.

“Oh God that feels so fucking good,” Jen whispers out, reaching back to kiss his cheek.

With his other hand Charley plays with her breast, gently squeezing her nipples. He can feel Jen lift her ass off his cock and then rides him back down. He feels the inside of her walls tighten on him with each thrust downward. His breaths become more heavy enduring her ride. Taking his finger out of her ass, he runs his fingers over her clit, teasing it as she glides faster on his cock. Kissing her back, he places his hands on both sides of her waist and lifts her up and down on him. Her thrust on him becomes more intense, the water splashed over the sides of the hot tub matching their movements. With one last stroke downward Jen let out an ear piercing scream. Her orgasm vibrated every part of her body just as Charley came inside of her. His cock quivering inside of her walls filling her with his cum, a moment passed and he blew another load into her, his cries of satisfaction filled the room.

Charley held her tightly, letting his cock slowly deflate inside of her. Oh my God how he loved this woman, she took everything he had to give and so much more.

They drank some more of the wine before staggering back into the bedroom and falling asleep in each others arms……



Late that morning with the sun hidden behind the bluffs overlooking the ocean, they walked along the beach together. Letting the waves cover their bare feet in the soft cushion of the sand, they laughed and talked.

“You know this is such a beautiful place, I hope we can stay here forever,” Jen said, looking upward at the beach house.

“It is a beautiful place. That’s why I bought it. This truly is paradise.”

“I do miss our friends, Charley, that’s the only sad part. I miss going to the club and having fun. It’s really lonely out here. I don’t know what I want right now.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry this had to happen like this, I was planning on bringing you out here and showing you this as an anniversary present. But I pretty much messed that up.”

“You were! How sweet of you but now were on the run and who knows if we’ll be able to stay here.”

“Oh I have some ideas to get us out of this mess it may just take some time.”

Jen stopped and gazed into Charley’s eyes. She gave him a tender kiss on the lips, “I hope you’re right.”



…………

Later that evening as they sat on the balcony..

“Why don’t we go to this club about fifteen miles down the highway and have supper. They have a live band that plays in there and we can have a little fun.”

“Oh that sounds so good, are you sure no one will recognize you.”

“We should be all right. It‘s not like the Walking stick club but it will do.”



They hurriedly  got dressed into something more appropriate and drove to the club. The club looked small on the outside but it was deceiving. They walked in and were directed to a table with a view of the ocean behind large glass windows. Soft candles flickered from hanging trestles above the table.  It was such a romantic place their table was completely private from the rest of the people.

Jen felt it was like the fist time they dated, eating in a fancy restaurant, staring into each others eyes. The soft light of the candle reflecting off of Charley’s face made her crave him even more. She even started to play with herself through the thin fabric of her dress. Her pussy was getting wet in anticipation of what they would do later. 

After the meal was over they left their table and walked over to the lounge.  There was thirty to forty tables  set up in front of a stage and dance floor. A long bar occupied one side of the room.  As soon as they walked in Charley recognized someone.

“My god it’s Gregory, I haven’t seen him in years.”

Jen turned to see who he was talking about. Her mouth dropped open. The man that Charley spoke of was the man she dreamt of on the beach.

“He’s not someone that knows of your business dealings is he?” Jen asked her nervousness quite obvious.

“Oh no, he didn’t have anything to do with my business dealings, he was just an old friend from college… I wonder if he will mind us sitting with them?”

Without another word Charley walked to their table and started a conversation. Gregory invited them to sit, and they exchanged introductions.

Jen gulped and couldn’t take her eyes off of him. His date was a tall brunette named Celeste  who was wearing a low cut dress. Her shapely boobs were about to spill out of her dress.  She looked like a model out of a magazine, sensuous lips and green eyes.  When the drinks arrived, Jen tried to carry a conversation with Celeste but her eyes kept drifting to Gregory’s two open buttons on his white shirt. Chest hair could be seen curling upward from the opening. His massive chest heaved in and out every time he would laugh when talking about his old college days with Charley.. While lusting about Gregory, she would catch Celeste studying her. Jen ordered another drink.

“Wow hun, you’re drinking those mighty fast. You might want to slow down,” Charley advised.

Jen simply nodded without speaking and took another sip from her glass.

The band started playing and soon all conversation ceased. They got up to dance.

Charley noticed that Jen was looking at Gregory a lot and even as they danced she kept her gaze on him.

“It appears you find Gregory quite attractive,” Charley asked.

Jen spun her head around and looked him in the eyes, “he really looks familiar is all. I think I ran into him somewhere.”

“I see, I was thinking maybe we could invite them over to the house later. Maybe for some drinks and fun.”

“You really think they would, I mean we hardly know them. Are you sure?”

“Well I know Gregory, wouldn’t mind and I think Celeste has the hots for you, so it could be an interesting evening,” Charley said, grinning and giving her a gentle kiss on the neck.

Jen didn’t answer. Her head was spinning from all the drinks.

When they sat back down. Celeste started asking question about Charley. Much to Jen’s surprise, Celeste’s hand found its way onto her leg. As their conversation continued her hand playfully pulled Jen’s dress up and fondled its way between her legs.  Jen was at first startled but then it felt good and was making her very horny.

“You’re very wet, I think you’re rather enjoying this,” Celeste said, feeling her through her panties.

Jen shook her head in approval. 



Before Jen realized it they were back in their car and on their way to the beach house. Following behind was Gregory and Celeste. 

Charley opened up a bottle of wine as soon as they entered and while Gregory helped him lighting the fireplace, Jen and Celeste were madly kissing each other. The men took seats and enjoyed the show.

The dresses quickly were off and tossed across the room. Jen was enjoying her tender touch, her tongue suckled on her breast while her fingers explored the tender folds of her pussy.  Soon Celeste dropped to her knees and began licking Jen’s wetness. Jen raised her ass off the floor and spread her legs even more trying to catch more of the tongues penetration.  Jen buried her face into Celeste’s tits, licking the nipples. 

Charley and Gregory could take no more and joined in.

Gregory came up behind Celeste and rubbed his long cock into her slit. Teasing her and not entering until he could feel her juices flowing across the tip of his erection. Then he slid it in.

Charley let Jen suck on his cock while still being licked wildly by Celeste. Jen could feel her orgasm building up inside her. She laid her head back and consumed all of Charley’s cock.  Soon she came letting out a screaming yell, she sat up and Gregory laid on his back. Celeste positioned herself on top of Gregory and allowed him to shove his massive cock into her ass.  Charley laid on top of her and inserted his cock into her pussy while Jen played with Celeste’s tits and kissed her lips. The two cocks were pounding her holes and it didn’t take much and she shook with a powerful orgasm that was felt by all of them. They then reversed positions with Charley on his back and Jen allowing him to carefully penetrate her ass. Gregory placed his cock into her pussy and Celeste played with her tits.

Jen had never felt like this before. The sensation of all her being stimulated at the same time. The two cocks sliding in and out in unison ignited her fires. All their hands were on her sending waves of sensations throughout her body. She felt so good, again she exploded into another orgasm. When she did, Gregory and Charley pulled out and sprayed their thick white cum all over her pussy, stomach and back. Celeste moved down and started licking the cum off of her. Jen took her fingers and tasted it as well.

The evening continued with more wine. They continued touching and feeling each other. The overwhelming desires to be lustfully filled never seemed to end. Later with everyone laying on the floor completely exhausted from each other, they finally stopped. Gregory was the first to get up and dress.

“Well guys this was a fun evening. Thanks for asking us over,” Gregory said.

“Yeah it was. Are you okay to drive, I mean you can stay here if you want to and wait till morning,” Charley suggested.

“Hey, thanks for asking but we’ll leave. I have a yacht over at the marina, you and Jen should come over around noon and we could go out. I’m in slip 272.”

“That sounds fun we’ll take you up on that.”

Gregory and Celeste left. Charley got up and laid next to Jen.

“So what did you think of the evening?”

“I think I just died and went to heaven,” Jen answered and gave Charley a hug and kiss.



………Gregory’s Cadillac pulled out of the drive. He reached into his glove compartment and found his cell phone. Dialing a number, the party on the other end picked up.

“We’ve found Charley and Jen….They’re at a beach house on Ocean View Drive…….



Chapter 8



The Abduction







Charley awoke snuggled next to Jen in bed. Her luscious naked body radiated with a warmth he did not want to leave.  He barely remembered staggering in here after last night’s foursome party. A grin graced his face with the thoughts of it. What a pleasing experience that had been. He liked the thought that they were so open about their sexual relationship that they could share themselves with another couple and not be hung up about it. With a disgusted grunt, Charley forced himself out of the bed. He had to piss and couldn’t hold it off any longer. After relieving himself from a flow that seemingly would never stop.

He got in the shower and let the steamy hot water flow over him. Picking up a bar of soap, he lathered himself down. His cock responded to his scrubbing touch and the thoughts of last night still running fresh in his mind. His erection grew in his hands until it reached its maximum thickness. Running the bar of soap around his balls and slowly up his cock, he couldn’t stand it any longer and he began to masturbate. With his soapy hands cupped to slide over his erection, he stroked his cock. The spraying water stimulated the hood and he could feel the cum rising from his balls. Gently pinching the end of his cock, his fingers slid around it and gripped on hard. He pumped and pumped with thoughts of Jen’s moist pussy riveted in his mind. The speed increased and his hands latched on tighter until he spewed cum out all over the shower door. The white hot load ran down his fingers and was quickly washed away by the shower’s spray. He moaned loudly and it echoed in the confines of the shower, his entire body shook from the sensation.

Grabbing a towel, he dried off and walked past the bedroom door. Jen was still asleep. He slipped on a pair of shorts and began picking up the room. Wine bottles and glasses were scattered about. Once done, he stepped out on the patio and looked at the crashing waves of the ocean below. He was totally mesmerized when Jen came up behind him and gave him hug. Charley could feel her tender breast rub against his back. He turned and returned her hug. Gazing in her eyes, he could tell that she was happy. Her lips were slightly parted and with a upward grin, she told him without speaking she was in love.

“Good morning, honey,” Jen said, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Good morning, baby,” Charley responded.

“It looks kind of dreary out there today. I was hoping it would be nicer when we go out on the boat with Gregory and Celeste.”

Charley agreed but hadn’t really noticed the dark wall of clouds approaching from the west.

“Oh honey, you know what? I left my cover up and towel down on the rocks where we were sitting yesterday.”

“Oh shit that’s right, we did leave them down there. I should get them before it starts to rain.”

“That would be great, I can start making breakfast while your down there.”

Charley slipped on some sandals and turned to look at Jen reaching into the refrigerator for some eggs. Her blonde hair hung with a pleasing glow caught by the reflection of the light. It made his heart beat fast he was so in love with her. For some reason a uncomfortable feeling went through him but he dismissed it and walked down the wooden steps toward the beach.

The wind had picked up and the first splatter of rain hit the sand. Charley looked up at the beach house from below and continued walking to large jetty of rocks. After searching for several minutes he found the cover up and towel rolled in a ball amongst the rocks. He just picked them up and turned to head back to the beach house when he heard the first scream. At first he thought it was the wind but then he looked up at the beach house. Standing on the patio were two men, one had a gun to Jen’s head.

“Charley help,” Jen cried out from the patio.

Charley dropped the cover up and towel and ran toward the stairs. The rain was beating down on him and the wind was doing its best at holding him in place. He struggled to reach the stairs and then heard another scream. Jumping three steps at time, he reached the top steps and the back of the house. He ran to the front of the garage and could hear a car engine driving off in the distance, but could not see it.

He stepped into the side door and into the garage. In one corner he picked up a fully loaded pistol and cautiously entered the house. His lungs burned and his heart pounded in his chest. With his pistol leading him down the hallway he entered the kitchen and then into the front room. No one was in the house. An envelope was laying on the coffee table. Placing the pistol down he picked up the envelope and pulled out a letter from it. Sitting down on the sofa, he began to read.



Charley;

You arrogant ass, do you really think that you could get away from us. Yes you owe us money but the money is just chump change and not what we want at all. What really makes us angry is that we trusted you and you disrespected us. You showed us no respect so in turn we will show you none. We have your prize possession, your beautiful wife Jen. Oh yes,  I’m playing with her tits right now and soon will be dumping my hot load all over her face. Does that make you angry Charley? Me of all people pounding your wife in her tight little asshole. Oh did I tell you how big my cock is? Yes, it  should rip her insides out like a piece of raw meat. Oh you’re probably pleading with me right now to be nice to her but why should I respect your wife when you didn’t respect me.

Don’t worry about us trying to kill you, if we wanted to do that we would have done so all ready. A sniper shot would of taken you out in an instant. No, we’re going to let you live. Live in the agony of not having your hot wife, let you stew in your own private hell. Oh, did I tell you I’m into S and M., Chuck, yeah I know kind of kinky but you know I like different ways of getting off. I have so many things Jen and I are going to do together, it should be quite fun. Oh, and Charley being the nice guy that I am, I’ll be sending you a video tape every couple of days to show you how everything’s progressing. I wouldn’t want you to miss any of the action. Haha,



Bobby.





Charley wadded the letter up into a ball and threw it in disgust at the wall. His head was pounding and tears had welled up in his eyes. How could he have fucked up this bad, he had lost the only thing that meant anything to him in the world. He instantly thought of Gregory and thought that maybe he could help him out in some way. He looked at his watch and saw that it was nearing eleven. He went out to the garage and started the motorcycle.

When he pulled out of the garage it had stopped raining and the sun was trying to pop out from the few remaining clouds that hung overhead. Driving with no care at all for the speed limit, he raced to the marina. He reached the marina and quickly walked the wooden planks of the dock noticing the slip numbers as he ran. When he reached slip 272  the slot was empty. He saw an old man on the deck of a boat in the next slip.

“Did you see anyone here in this slip this morning?” Charley asked.

“Yeah, a young couple. His name was Gregory, I think? Anyway they left around six this morning. I asked if they were coming back and they said no, they were heading out for a couple of weeks.”

“Thanks,” Charley’s mind was spinning out of control. The son of a bitch had no plans of meeting them here at noon. He told them where we were. The asshole, I thought he was my friend. Charley got back on the motorcycle and not knowing where else to go raced back to the beach house.

Reaching into the liquor cabinet, Charley pulled out a new bottle of Southern Comfort. He poured it straight into a glass and began drinking. Hours passed, his mind collecting all the memories of him with Jen. How they met…..her sweet kisses….her insatiable lust for lovemaking….the gentle feel of her fingers…how her hair hung about her face….her sleepy eyed gaze into his eyes that told him everything…her laugh and smile…..that glow that was intoxicating to him…how she felt…how he enjoyed being with her every minute of the day….It’s all gone now…..he finished the bottle.

Picking up the pistol, he felt its smooth exterior. He cocked it and put it next to his temple. His finger twitched and gently grazed the trigger. He took it away from his temple and slid the barrel into his mouth. His lips tasting the metallic steel and sliding it in and out of his mouth. After several minutes he put the pistol down on the coffee table and took all of his clothes off. Without giving it a thought he raced down the steps and out onto the sand. Stumbling several times to his knees from his drunkenness he continued to run to the ocean. Tears flowed down his cheeks, a guttural wail exited his lungs as he dove into the lapping waves. Swimming out farther into the waves, his arms stinging in pain, he swam until he could no longer take another stroke. He bobbed in the water like a bobber, his limp body riding the waves. He yelled out,

“God, fucking take me, take me out of this hell I’ve put myself in…..”  He sank below the surface…..     





Jen went to the fridge, and opened it, looking for the eggs, when all of a sudden, she was grabbed from behind, She gave a muffled scream and the rough hand held against her mouth got even tighter. "Scream again bitch and you're dead" was whispered into her ear. She thought if she stopped fighting he might relax his hold and it could give her the chance to run out to Charley for help. She slumped, letting all the fight slip away, hoping she was right about what he would do next. Her assailant loosened his grip and she pulled herself away from him and ran out onto the patio, "Help me Charley", she cried out , just as a second assailant rushed up behind her and held a gun pointed at her head. She tried to scream again but was stopped by a hand covering her mouth. "Try that again and you'll never make another sound again, I promise you. Do you understand? DO YOU?" The last was whispered fiercely in her ear, his hot breath and the threat real.



Jen saw Charley look up and start running towards her, she tried to break free but then a single, vicious punch caught her in the pit of her stomach. Her legs buckled, and she doubled up in pain. When she gasped for air, it was the only sound to escape her lips during this initial stage of the assault. Even at close range the sound was little more than a sigh.



Strong arms swept her off her feet and tumbled her through the van's side door, slamming her down hard on the carpeted floor. Bodies piled in on top of her, pinning her to the floor. The door slammed shut behind them, and the van pulled away from the curb, disappearing into the gathering gloom.

Inside the van Jen's struggle for survival was under way. The moment she opened her mouth to scream, a ball-gag was pushed into it, forcing her jaws painfully wide and reducing her cries to a series of ineffective whimpers. A bag of some loosely woven material was pulled over her head and secured round her neck.

At least she was able to breathe, though she could see little of what was going on around her. Even so, she knew instinctively these men meant her harm, and fought them as best she could. Until powerful hands rolled her onto her back, seized her wrists and her ankles and stretched her out across the floor.

In this manner they sat in silence for several minutes, catching their breath and gazing down at the shadowy figure of the young woman spread-eagled between them. They seemed to be waiting for something, but the voice from the front seat soon defused the tension.

"Except for that Charley guy nobody saw a thing," said the driver. "Looks like we took her clean guys. The bitch is ours. Now we can do what the fuck we like to her."

"Fuck being the operative word."

Jen stiffened, this was a different voice. Quiet, controlled and threatening, whispering its words into her ear at close range. It was a voice she would learn to fear in the coming days.

She could sense one of them leaning over her, no more than a shadow through her mask. A hand groped her breasts, squeezing them hard as he continued to whisper into her ear.

"Because that's what we're going to do with you baby. You're going to be stripped, and given the biggest fucking of your life."

A ripple of laughter filled the van as Jen struggled to escape their clutching hands. It was always going to be a lost cause, and gradually her struggles slowed until she lay still once more. She expected him to say more, but he didn't and for several minutes, things went quiet again. Her thoughts wondered back to Charley ,wondering if he could save her, and prayed that he would find her.

All of them were absorbing the reality of his words. Considering the parts they were to play in the coming assault. At last they had another girl to lock away in their cellar. A new cunt to be used and abused. Charley's Jen belonged to them now, body and soul. For her the agony would soon be under way. For them the fun was about to begin.

Tonight, Jen wouldn't be sharing drinks with Charley in town after all. Instead she'd find herself on the receiving end of a savage and sustained sexual assault for the perverted pleasure of her captors. Within a week they would control not only her body, but also her spirit, her very will to live.

Yet they hardly touched her on the rest of the journey. It wasn't a part of the game to start touching her just yet. To do so would have meant flouting their self-imposed rules. Instead they let her lie there on the floor, and they talked to her.



There were no rules against talking to her, and in some ways that was worse than the touching. For the rest of the journey all she could do was lie there, and listen in growing horror as the quiet, threatening voices explained to her exactly how the rest of her evening was going to be spent. It made painful listening.

Sharing drinks with her husband in town was a definite non-starter it seemed. Jen was on her way to a party. To be precise, Jen was the party, and the excitement in their voices grew stronger as they described the different ways in which she would be used for their sadistic pleasure. The descriptions grew more personal and specific the longer the journey went on.

Just as they'd intended it should, her fear grew stronger with every passing moment. It was the opening phase of a well-honed training programme. Past experience had shown them that a frightened woman was less likely to risk their anger by doing something stupid.

Jen's body moved uneasily across the floor, and curled into a protective ball. Right away they rolled her onto her back again, and straightened her limbs.

"Don't do that. Not unless you want to get hurt. You've got such a nice body, it would be a shame to hide it away."

They seemed very relaxed, but why shouldn't they be? Unless her middle name was 'Houdini', the only place this young woman was going tonight was down into the cellar, and the whispered threats continued with hardly a break.

By the time the journey was over, Jen was shaking in fear, tears were flowing freely beneath the hood and she'd peed herself. She might have been scared, but she was also angry. Very angry.

How dare they treat her in this way? They had to be a bunch of inadequate shits to threaten her with the kind of things they'd never dare to do with their wives or girl friends. Fucking queers every one of them, had to be.'



In a way the gag in her mouth did her a favour. Jen was a feisty, independent young woman, and, despite the situation she was in, she'd have made her feelings known if they'd given her half a chance. Probably taken a beating for her trouble. Instead, the only thing she could do was lie there in the darkness, listen and think.



The images conjured up by their words were too terrible to contemplate; yet she couldn't get them out of her mind. Rape was the word they were threatening her with, over and over again. We're going to rape you sweetheart, rape you, rape you, rape you.... They whispered the word into her ear a hundred times and, slowly but surely, they turned every woman's worst fear into Jen's personal nightmare.



The thing she found most disturbing was the manner in which they'd taken her out of her home, with speed and precision. There'd been no sign of panic or uncertainty in their actions, and the disciplined way they were sitting with her now merely added to her concern. All of them were highly sexually charged, yet not one of them had tried to touch her up after that initial, brief exploration of her breasts.



None of them had reached a sly hand inside her top for a quick feel of those breasts. No one had groped between her thighs for a handful of free pussy, not that she could have done anything about it if they had. But hell, you couldn't expect a night's clubbing these days without that sort of thing happening three or four times.



Jen had few doubts these men would carry out their threat. They made their intentions clear from the start, letting her know they weren't too fussy about hurting her if they had to. It was all a part of their sick little scene; making sure the girl understood just what would be expected of her when the van reached the end of its journey.



'We're going to have a bit of fun with you, that's all' was the way one of them described it to her, 'because that's what we do with our women. Who knows, you might even enjoy it.' "You can blame your Charley for this, pay back's are a bitch".



Something in his voice suggested that her enjoyment was a long way down their list of priorities. As far as Jen was concerned, it didn't sound like a lot of fun for her. The more she listened to their quiet, confident voices, the more she realised that she wasn't the first girl they'd abducted in this way and for the same reason...payback!. These bastards knew exactly what they were doing. They must have done this kind of thing before. Even Jen would have been shocked if she'd known how many times.



In a very short time the assault on her would be under way, and Jen would learn the true meaning of hell.



"Almost there." The voice from the front of the van announced the end of their journey.



"About bloody time," came the grumbling response. "I don't see why we can't strip them in the van. It would make things so much easier at this end."



The vehicle braked and slowed almost to a halt. Turning off the road, it bounced down an uneven track for a short distance before sliding to a halt. The first stage of Jen's descent into hell was almost over. Suddenly she was surrounded by silence and, when she clenched her fists, and curled her body into a tight little ball, nobody tried to stop her.



The sound of the engine died away, and the interior light flickered briefly as the driver's door opened and closed. The door slammed shut, and Jen heard his footsteps crunching away into silence. For a few moments nobody moved, her tormentors had gone strangely quiet now, they seemed to be waiting for something. Jen squirmed across the floor, fearful of what was likely to happen to her now they'd reached their destination.



"Be patient sweetheart." The whispering voice was back in her ear. "I know you're keen to get things started, but we're there now. You won't have to wait much longer."



She jumped nervously as the door slid open beside her.



"Everything's ready," said the voice from outside.



The next instructions came from the man who'd been whispering in her ear throughout the journey. There was a new authority in his voice.



"Right then, get her inside," he said. "I'll join you in a few minutes. Just keep your hands off her till I get there."



His humourless laugh echoed flatly in the interior of the Hi-Top. None of them would touch her until he got there, they wouldn't dare. Jen curled even tighter on the floor, suddenly it seemed important to resist them, to stop them hauling her out of the van and assaulting her. Being trapped in the van was frightening enough, but it still seemed safer than the unknown that was waiting for her outside. Someone grabbed her arm and began hauling her bodily towards the door. She twisted away from him, and got a swift kick in the kidneys for her trouble.



A hand grabbed her leg, but she kicked out, and was rewarded by a grunt of pain as her foot made a solid connection. She kicked again, but this time they were ready, grabbing her ankle, and hauling her towards the door. Though she tried to wriggle free Jen was dragged out of the van like a cork from a champagne bottle.



Jen hit the floor hard. It knocked all the breath out of her, and only the thickness of her nightgown saved her from injury. Hauling her upright, they manhandled her into some kind of building, and down a long, curving staircase. The ease with which they controlled her gave Jen an uneasy feeling that she wasn't the first young woman to be marched down this staircase………………



Chapter nine.



Tortuous Encounters.









A hermit crab ran across the arm of Charley awakening him with a start. His naked body sprawled half on the sandy beach and the other half draped in the ocean’s meticulous waves. The bright sun of the morning burned into his dry skin sending sharp sparks of pain throughout his body. Slowly he lifted his head. Half of his face was crusted in a layer of wet sand while he let out a guttural  moan. His mouth was dry and he couldn’t summon up any spit. His head pounded, it felt like a heavy weight being lifted from the ground and constantly throbbing from one ear to the other.

His recollections came back to him in small bits of information. Jen’s abduction , the letter from Bobby, the empty slip at the marina, the taste of whiskey and the barrel of his gun. He just barely remembered running into the ocean and tasting the salty water. The feeling of sinking and looking up and seeing that small reflection of light above him. How he was still alive was beyond his imagination. Fuck, he couldn’t even kill himself right, he thought in disgust. Had someone saved him or some how had his will to live overcome him and allowed him to drift to shore? His mind was too fogged to let him remember.

With one eye half open, staring at his fist, he watched his fingers open and shut. Somehow it was pumping blood back into his weary body. He painfully got to his knees and looked up at the beach house. It appeared as though it was miles away from where he lay. He tried to stand but dropped to his knees. He again picked himself up and tried to take steps. Again he fell, he was dehydrated and needed water or he was going to succumb to the devil’s grasp. The thought nearly let him lay, but his mind wouldn’t let himself quit. Again he got up and staggered to the steps. Resting momentarily at the bottom, he began to climb. His legs shook with each step that he took and his calve muscles were tightening in an agonizing vice like grip.

Stumbling into the house and into the kitchen, he stuck his head under the sink. The water at first stung his red skin but then he reached for a glass and began drinking continuously until he could drink no more. His head now a little more clear, he found his way to the bathroom and the medicine cabinet. He took a handful of aspirin and then got into the shower. At first the hot water burned and sent arcs of pain through him but after that first initial shock, it revived him.



After finding something to eat, Charley sat down at his computer and went through his address book. He needed to get some help from his contacts that used to be reliable sources and needle them for information. Someone that he formally worked with might know where Jen is being held. His mind rambled thinking over and over who he could trust. But after what Gregory had done to him he wondered if anyone could be trusted anymore. Charley found two names he thought would be willing to help. He wrote them e-mails and then tried calling their cell phones. Neither answered but he left messages with them. Now all he could do was wait. His mind was filled with terrible images of what Jen was going through.

Charley went  to the liquor cabinet and pulled out another bottle of whiskey. This time he decided to mix it instead of drinking it straight. Before he sat down he saw the wadded up letter and picked it up. He opened and reread the words. His mind quickly went back to when he last saw Bobby at the Silver Spur Saloon. How he wished he had blown him away that night. He repeatedly got up and checked his computer for emails and began pacing the floor. He was driving himself insane and could only imagine what kind of horrors Jen was going through. Finally, he decided to get out of the house.

He got on his motorcycle and drove into town. He drove for hours, looking at cars in parking lots that may looked familiar. Watching people walking in and out of shopping centers, he hoped a face would look familiar to him, but nothing came to him. Finally his hunger got the best of him and he stopped at a bar called the Sleek Wolf. He ate and took in the scenery at the stripper bar. Comparing each dancer to Jen, imagining them to be Jen he wallowed in their swaying dance. The drinks he was consuming were quickly taking over his mind.

“You look a little sad there cowboy,” a stripper wearing a low cut top asked him, sitting down on a bar stool next to him.

“Yeah, I am,” Charley answered, gazing at her long bare legs.

“Ah, did you lose your girlfriend their buddy?”

“I guess you could say that.”

“Well you know what they say, you fall out of the saddle with one the best cure is to get right back in the saddle with another,” she said, flinging her long brunette hair over her shoulder.

Charley laughed at her comment. The first time he had laughed in over a day.

“I suppose you are the cure for all my ailments,” Charley said, gazing into a set of beautiful brown eyes. He watched her light up a cigarette and give him a sly grin.

“Yep, five hundred and you can have me for the rest of the night.”

Charley reached into his billfold and took out five one hundred dollar bills. Folding them in half he placed them neatly in her cleavage. “You’re on.”

The stripper’s name was Marie and she got her purse, a light jacket, and grabbing Charley’s arm, they marched out the door. Charley could barely remember driving back to the beach house with Marie, holding on tightly behind him.

Upon entering the house, Charley walked over to the liquor cabinet and found a bottle of wine. Clumsily, he opened it and poured out two glasses.

“Thank you, sir,” Marie said, taking the glass and then pushing him into a chair, “now you have a seat and get comfy. The show is about to begin.”

Charley took a sip from his wine and watched Marie dance in front of him. She weaved in and out slowly, letting her large breast sway with her motions. The short dress she wore did little to hide the tiny thong covering her pussy. She bent over in front of him and shook her ass in front of his face. Standing back up, she unzipped the dress and gently slid the straps down off her shoulders. She danced and teased him exposing her tit’s a little at a time, until she let them fall from their confines. She straddled Charley’s chair and rubbed her tits in his face. She let him lick the nipples and then stood up. She had Charley stand up and slowly she unzipped his pants, then in one quick motion she yanked his pants all the way off. She again pushed him back into his chair.

She dropped her dress to the floor and with a kick sent it flying past Charley’s head. She continued to dance in her thong. Falling to her knees, she spread her legs and played with her pussy. Rubbing her fingers in and out of her slit, she moaned and licked her fingers and inserted two of them into her. Rotating and sliding them in and out of her canal, her back began to arch and her ass met her finger’s thrust.

“Do you like my pussy, Chuck?” Marie asked in a sexy low voice. “Oh don’t you want to put your cock inside of me?” she asked teasingly. She continued to finger fuck herself in front of him.

Charley was about to get out of the chair when she pushed him back into it.

She went to her knees in front of him and slid his boxer shorts off of him.

“Hmmmmm, very nice Charley, who could resist a cock like this?” She ran her fingers around his erection and then slid her mouth over the head and down the shaft.

Charley let out a moan, feeling her tongue lick his balls and the soft wet feel of her mouth sucking on his cock.

Marie stood up and slipped out of her thong. She spread her legs over him and with her hand inserted his cock into her dripping pussy. “Don’t that feel good, Charley?”

“Oh my God, yes it does.”

Maries tit’s ran across his chest as her pussy slid up and down the full length of his cock.

Charley grabbed her around the waist and violently shoved her down on him. He closed his eyes and his head arched back in the chair.

“Jen,” he screamed out.

“It’s Marie honey, I thought we all ready had that straight.”

“Jen, Jen, I love you baby, Oh god…. how I love you……. He came into her hard as tears rolled down his cheeks……       



 

Jen hits the floor hard. It knocks all the breath out of her, and only the thickness of her nightgown saves her from injury. Hauling her upright, her captives manhandles her into some kind of building, and down a long, curving staircase. The ease with which they control her gives Jen an uneasy feeling that she isn’t the first young woman to be marched down this staircase......



Reaching the bottom of the steps, they pushed her forward into a large, brightly lit room and, for the first time since their arrival, one of them spoke to her.



"Stand there cunt," he ordered. "Put your arms behind your back, and keep them there. We won't keep you waiting for long."



Fear made her do as she was told and, once more the group waited in silence until she heard the footsteps coming down the stairs and the sharp click of a closing door. Despite the lights, the only thing she could see through the loosely woven fabric covering her head was a cluster of shadows grouped around her. She could sense they were beginning to relax.



"Well that was pretty easy." Jen couldn't see who was doing the talking, "I knew we shouldn't have any problems with this one."



His comment seemed to break the ice. Suddenly they were all agreeing how easy it had been; that they'd known all along this one would be a piece of cake. The next voice was one she recognized all too well.



"Now she's here, let's have a good look at her," he began. "I hope she's worth the trouble, I've got a boner here that's in need of a serious workout."



"Haven't we all," came the reply. Jen's body trembled as the room filled with their crude laughter. The ring of shadows tightened around her, and there was a short pause.



"We're waiting for you sweet pants." It was him again. "You can take your nightgown off now, . We want you naked."



Stubbornly she stood there without moving. If it hadn't been for the gag in her mouth she'd have refused his order outright. A shadow moved in front of her and she felt a hard finger jabbing painfully into her chest. When her hands moved up in a protective gesture, they were slapped away.



"Yes, I'm talking to you bitch. I told you to get your clothes off, so what's the problem? We want you naked... now get it off before I really lose my temper."



Still she did nothing, and the unseen hand slashed across her face. The bag over her head absorbed much of the blow, but there was still enough force behind it to send her sprawling across the floor. Jen was crying again as they hauled her back to her feet, she could feel his anger sweeping over her in waves.



"You dumb cunt," he said. "What part of strip is it you don't understand? When I tell you to take your clothes off, just do it bitch. Even you must realize you don't have any choice. Whether you're happy about it or not, you'll be fucking every one of us tonight. We've been waiting weeks to get our hands on you, so don't spoil it for us now. I'll only tell you once more, take your nightgown off, and do it as seductively as you can. Show us what a horny little fuck monkey you really are."



Jen continued to stand there. His first blow hit her in the stomach, the second brought her to her knees, lungs red hot and gasping for breath. Through her distress she heard the man sigh.



"Okay whore, you had your chance. I guess you'd rather we did it the hard way." The anger in his voice was clear. "She's all yours guys. Get her on the table and strip her, in fact you can tear the fucking nightgown off her. She won't be needing it again. Just remember to leave her panties to me, I want to remove them personally."



Jen could smell the eagerness as he leant in close. It clung to him like the bitter-sweet aroma of cheap aftershave.



"You're our slave now sweet pants," he whispered, "and slaves have to do as they're told. If you can't obey a simple instruction like 'strip', you're going to find the next few days very hard. You can guess why you're here, accept there's nothing you can do about it and make it easy on yourself."



His voice grew steadily louder as the instructions continued.



"We're going to to train you as a sex toy. In case you've not heard that description before, that's a female like you, whose sole purpose in life is to provide sexual satisfaction for any man who wants it. You're just the latest in a whole string of girls we've brought down here to be trained for pleasure."



He paused a moment, giving his words time to sink in, before continuing.



"We hurt the ones who misbehave by the way, sometimes it's the only way they learn what's expected of them. Personally, teaching them discipline is the part I enjoy most."



As he spoke, his hand reached out and seized her breast, pinching it hard. Jen hadn't realized her nipples were showing so clearly through the white cotton of her nightgown. When she yelped, it was a mixture of pain and surprise. He laughed.



"That's right sweet pants, squeal as much as you like. I bet you'll be squealing like a pig when we get stuck in."



"Yeah, a fuck pig," said another voice.



The dominant shadow moved away, inviting the others to close in on her. Jen was swept off her feet, swung into the air and slammed down hard on a table she hadn't realized was there. Eagerly they began tearing at her nightgown, dragging her this way and that in their first frantic efforts to strip her.



The sound of rending cotton filled her ears as they tore the last remnants of modesty from her torso.



Instinctively Jen's hands flailed in front of her as she tried to protect herself, only to have them beaten away. They were laughing as they toyed with her, as they ripped the cloth from her body. Distracted by their first sight of her half-naked body writhing across the tabletop, some began to maul her. They'd been ordered to strip the bitch, and strip her they did. Not surprisingly it was an order that never had to be given twice.



Jen felt as though she was being skinned alive. For a brief moment her bare legs thrashed across the table as she kicked out at them. She heard a grunt of pain, and a muffled curse.



"Hold her down," someone shouted. "Get hold of her fuckin' legs."



Within seconds she was held down again, there were just too many of them, and they were far too strong. For some time she'd known there would be no escape and, now they had stripped her, rape could only be moments away. She was naked now, apart from the briefest of pink satin pantie thong that did little more than highlight her pussy mound. Briefly the men went quiet as they got their first look at her. Inevitably the initial verdicts began to flow.



"Shit," said one of them, "look at the body on her, she's fit. This is going to be fun."



"Not for her it isn't."



"Who are you kidding? She'll love it once she gets that first cock inside her. Women like her are all the same, eager as whores when they get the scent of a cock in their nostrils. This one will be no different. Give her a few days and she'll be begging us for it."



"Don't get carried away big man, we don't want to damage the merchandise, she's far too valuable for that. We're just going to give her a good working over tonight, enough so she understands what she's doing here."



Their words sent Jen into another bout of wild thrashing, all of it wasted effort. She knew they weren't going to let her go now, and slowly she calmed down.



"Feisty little bitch ain't she?" said one.



"Yeah, all the more fun for us," came the reply.



As they laughed, Jen sensed a shadow fall across her. Someone was standing right in front of her.



"Hear that did you?" he asked. "Sounds like you're going to be a busy girl doesn't it Jen?" When her body stiffened at the sudden, unexpected use of her name, he leant even closer. "That's right Jen, we even know your fuckin' name. We've been just waiting for the right moment to get hold of you and don't you forget it."



As he laughed, his hand reached down, grabbed her between the legs and began to stroke her pussy beneath the material of her panty thong. The hands pinning her to the table tightened their grip as he stared down at her.



"Are you going to take off your panties for us Jen?" he asked. "Or would you like me to do it for you?"



He didn't give her time to refuse, reaching out instead, seizing her thong in both hands and dragging it down her legs. The knowledge that she was now completely naked seemed to deflate her, and when they stepped back she lay still, trembling quietly. For the first time she made no effort to conceal her sexuality, and a low whistle of admiration sounded in the silence.



"Look at the pussy on her. That's one tight little snatch if ever I saw one. Boy I can't wait to have that wrapped round my cock?"



"Get her on the rug," ordered the voice.



His growing impatience was clear to everyone, and put an immediate end to the chatter. They hauled Jen off the table and stood her in the middle of the floor, her sobbing so much louder now the final stage of their assault had arrived. She stood there nervously, trying to cover her breasts and her pussy at the same time without quite managing either.



"Kneel down for us Jen," he said, "and put your hands behind your back."



It was always the same harsh voice giving the orders. She wasn't quick enough for his liking. The slap caught her on the side of her head, and dropped her to her hands and knees.



"I told you to kneel Jenny, not fucking crawl." His hand grasped her hair and hauled her back to her knees. "Now stop there," he said, "and don't move. We'll be back in a minute."



When they moved away from her, hope flared again; maybe they'd changed their mind about raping her after all. It seemed an eternity before they came back, though it was probably no more than three or four minutes. Her weeping had stopped by then. Even through the mask she could tell there was something different about them. The voice was back as well.



"I'm going to remove your hood now Jenny," it said. "So you can see what's coming your way. As long as you behave yourself, we'll be taking off the gag as well. In the meantime, stay where you are because first I'm going to read you the rules; the ones you'll have to live by from now on."



He stepped forward and loosened the cord around her neck. Lifting the bag from her head, he stepped back to join the others, leaving Jen kneeling on the floor, blinking frantically. At first, the brightness of the fluorescent lights threatened to blind her but, as her eyes adjusted, the figures in front of her swam into focus. She gasped in horror.



There were five of them. They were all men, big men at that, and her heart sank as she looked along the line. They were as naked as she was, and their cocks were at eye level. Every one of them looked keen to get things started, their cocks were impossibly huge, rock hard and pointing straight at the ceiling. When Jen moaned loudly, several of them began to laugh.



"That's right whore, take a good look at them," said the man standing in the centre of the group.



It was the first time Jen had been able to put a face to the voice. He was a big, well-built man with a dark beard, trimmed short but still fading to grey at the outer edges. The cold smile that accompanied his words sent a chill of fear racing through her body.



"After all sweetheart, you're the reason they're standing to attention. Another couple of minutes and you'll be getting to know every one of them personally." He grinned again. "Like I said, you're a prostitute now Jenny, well almost. The only difference is that your services will be provided free of charge. Welcome to your worst fucking nightmare."

Her tears began to fall again...............................



Chapter 10



Agony and Ecstasy ...Encounters of the lost soul.









“Boy, Charley you do have it bad don’t you?” Marie said, feeling his erection slowly deflate inside of her.

Charley didn’t answer but looked at her through a drunken haze. Her soft skin next to him was pleasing to his touch.

Marie kissed his lips and wiped a tear that was still trickling down from his eye. She lifted herself off of him and walked over to the counter where she picked up her wine glass and took a drink. “Would you like another glass for yourself?”

Charley nodded yes, and he watched her pour the wine. He admired her nude body. Her sleek tanned skin and pleasant curves were hard to not stare at. She brought him his glass and he took a large swallow from it.

Marie propped herself next to him in the overstuffed chair and ran her fingers through his hairy chest.

“You been doing this long?” Charley asked.

“Three or four years. I’m getting quite a nice nest egg built up for me and my daughter. Five years from now I’ll be looking for a man with a great cock like yours to live the rest of my life with.” Marie ran her hand down his abdomen and fondled his cock. She could feel it begin to grow in her hands.

Charley stood up and carried her to the bedroom. He placed her in the bed with her ass pleasantly spread in front of him. Plopping down on his knees behind her, he slid his cock through her slit. He could feel her juices lubricating his cock. Once he was again at full erection he entered her lips and thrust him self into her. Holding onto her waist, he slid all of his length into the soft tube and his hands found her tender breast. He grabbed onto them and rammed himself into her again and again. Marie was nearly reaching a climax when Charley ran his fingers across her clit and rotated it with slow strokes. Her ass bucked into him with each stroke until she screamed out in full orgasm. Her entire body shook. Charley slid in faster and faster until he pulled out and squirted out hot cum all over her back.

Charley, exhausted landed beside her in the bed and passed out.



He awoke to the sound of his cell phone ringing. Marie had left and he fumbled around looking for it. By the time he found it, the person calling had left a message. It was Shaun and he listened to the message, “hey I read your email, man, hold on buddy, don’t give up. you‘re in one hell of a predicament. I can’t get out of here until tomorrow afternoon but I will drive over then. Take care.” Charley felt some relief in that some one cared enough to try to help.

He walked into the kitchen and found a note taped to the refrigerator door. Taking it off he began to read. “Charley, thank you for your business. If you need my services again you know where to find me. Knowing what kind of enjoyable ride I’m going to get I will even give you a discount. Lol . You have an amazing cock!!!!  With love, Marie.

A grin creased Charley’s face upon reading the note and he walked out onto the patio. The breeze coming off the ocean was refreshing and awoke his senses. He sat down on a lounge chair and let the morning sun warm him. As he laid there his thoughts drifted to Jen and how they first met.



He had been introduced to her from a friend of his at a social gathering of some kind that Jen’s father was entertaining. A spark lit into him the first time that their eyes made contact. She was absolutely stunning. Her long flowing blonde hair softly laid over her shoulder. He could still feel the soft skin of her hand as he shook it and the pleasing smile that graced her face when they were introduced. It was one of those surreal moments when all outside noise shut off and all you could hear was your own heartbeat pounding in your chest. She had been wearing a black evening gown that exposed her ample breast. Around her neck was a small shaped heart necklace that sparkled from the diamonds that were embedded into it. Their staring at each other was finally broken by someone else introducing themselves to the family.

The rest of the evening Charley found himself trying to keep her in his sights amongst all the people in the ballroom. She would dash from one spot to another talking to people and always with a drink in her hand. He would watch her take small sips with her lips slightly parted and she had a glow about her. A soul that was refreshingly alive with an inner spirit that brought out all kinds of  sensual desires within him. He was so entranced in staring at her that as he walked looking at her he ran into the back of a quite stout gentleman. Spilling his drink on his pant leg. The large man turned to him and with a disgusting scowl told him to watch where he was walking. Charley turned and noticed that Jen had watched the whole thing transpire and that she was amused by what she saw.

Fully embarrassed and with all hopes of possibly entertaining any romantic encounters with Jen dashed, he walked to the men’s room to clean his pant leg. Taking some paper towels from the dispenser, he wiped the dripping spots from his pant leg. Mentally thanking himself for wearing dark dress pants he seemed to get most of it dry.

Walking out of the men’s room, he found Jen standing just outside the door. She had her arms folded across her chest and had a silly grin planted on her face.

With a chuckle she was finally able to speak. ”Well Charley that was amusing to watch. Look you missed some spots,” she said and taking a Kleenex out of her purse she took a knee and bent over to wipe them off. “There that should do it.” She said, bouncing back to her feet. Her gaze and playful grin still gracing her face.

Charley was speechless and stunned. He didn’t know exactly what to say but finally blurted out a “Thank you”

“Hey, the bands about to start playing and I need a dancing partner. You do know how to dance, don’t you Charley?” Jen asked.

“Yes as a matter of fact I do,” Charley answered.

“Good, well I hope it’s better then how you walk,” Jen said, laughing she grabbed a hold of Charley’s arm and escorted him to the ballroom floor.

Once they entered the large room the band started playing a romantic love ballad. Jen grabbed onto Charley’s arm and pulled him onto the floor. With one arm held out and the other firmly around her waist they swirled onto the floor. In perfect step to the bands gentle beat they swayed amongst the other bodies in erythmatic movement. The dim light cast about them planted graceful patterns of light and darkness on the floor.

Charley’s stare couldn’t leave the beauty of Jen’s face, she cast out a smile that sent shivers through him. Somehow she had reached into his heart and pulled at his very soul. He found it hard to swallow, he felt as though he had been thrown into a dream. No other woman had made him feel this way. The feel of her breast against his chest, his hand resting on her slender waist, the occasional brush of her legs into his. How he wished that night would never end and would he ever get this feeling again. He didn’t want to ever give it up. From that night on he would fight to make her, his to hold in this magical dance.

That night became a sensuous journey of tight embraces that left him breathless. His stomach churned with butterflies, he felt like he was floating. He never wanted this feeling to ever leave him that he had for her. Was it all too good to be true? Could it really be happening to him?  As the band continued to play the tighter their embrace became. With both of his hands behind her back and his leg riding deep in between hers they danced on. He could feel her mound and he was sure she could feel his hardness pressing into her. She would look into his face and could read how she was feeling. That she was feeling that same lustful encounter that he was. The sweat was rolling off of their faces but they ignored the discomforts to enjoy the closeness to each other a shared desire to not let it end.

After the band stopped both of them walked out onto a balcony and their lips met for the first time. The soft feel of her wet lips onto his was like tasting a fine wine. It sent stimulating signals into him that made his whole body shake. He wanted her so much, he wanted to take her right there on the balcony but watching eyes prevailed.

“I better go, my dad will be wondering where I am,” Jen said, releasing him from her grasp. “Can we meet again sometime?”

“Oh yes, without a doubt. I’ll call you.”

They exchanged phone numbers and she whisked away from his arms. He watched her glide away into the ballroom. He could swear she was floating. He let out a breath, he was finally able to breathe. How magical this night had been.



Charley was awoken by a knock on his door……..





  ["I'm going to remove your hood now Jenny," it said. "So you can see what's coming your way. As long as you behave yourself, we'll be taking off the gag as well. In the meantime, stay where you are because first I'm going to read you the rules; the ones you'll have to live by from now on."



He stepped forward and loosened the cord around her neck. Lifting the bag from her head, he stepped back to join the others, leaving Jen kneeling on the floor, blinking frantically. At first, the brightness of the fluorescent lights threatened to blind her but, as her eyes adjusted, the figures in front of her swam into focus. She gasped in horror.



There were five of them. They were all men, big men at that, and her heart sank as she looked along the line. They were as naked as she was, and their cocks were at eye level. Every one of them looked keen to get things started, their cocks were impossibly huge, rock hard and pointing straight at the ceiling. When Jen moaned loudly, several of them began to laugh.



"That's right whore, take a good look at them," said the man standing in the centre of the group.



It was the first time Jen had been able to put a face to the voice. He was a big, well-built man with a dark beard, trimmed short but still fading to grey at the outer edges. The cold smile that accompanied his words sent a chill of fear racing through her body.



"After all sweetheart, you're the reason they're standing to attention. Another couple of minutes and you'll be getting to know every one of them personally." He grinned again. "Like I said, you're a prostitute now Jenny, well almost. The only difference is that your services will be provided free of charge. Welcome to your worst fucking nightmare."



The tears began again.].........................................

The five men stared down at her. They were laughing, all of them.



"Before we get down to business," said one of them, "I think we'll run through some of the rules. As far as you're concerned there are quite a few of them."



As usual, the bearded one was doing most of the talking.



"On our side though, there are no rules at all, except maybe the one. You've been brought here to entertain us Jen, our job is to see that you do." He paused, and indicated his four companions. "My friends and I are going to fuck you tonight, as many times as we can get it up. You've actually got the easy bit, all you have to do is lie back and enjoy it."



"You can make as much noise as you like tonight. Fight us every inch of the way if that's your thing, it won't make a blind bit of difference. Now that you're here, we can make use of you any time we like. You'll have more cock stuffed into you in the next few days than you'd ever believe possible, and you probably won't enjoy it much. Not to begin with anyway. But this has nothing to do with your enjoyment has it Jen? This is all about us, enjoying you and that tight little body of yours."



Even as he talked, he was maintaining his erection with long, slow strokes of his left hand. A tiny surge of triumph ran through Jen when she saw that. She'd been right about them, 'inadequate shits,' she thought. In his case at least her assessment had been spot on, much good it would do her. That very inadequacy made him all the more dangerous. He was the kind of man who'd get as big a buzz from hearing her scream as he would from actually fucking her.



Just looking at him she could tell he was trouble. There was more than a hint of madness in those eyes. If he ever totally lost control he could hurt her, hurt her badly. Again she found herself wondering how many other girls had knelt on this very spot and listened in disbelief as their new purpose in life was spelt out to them in such simple terms? He went on.



"Like I said, you've got a hundred rules to remember. Break any of them and we'll punish you, it's the quickest way we know to train cunts like you. You don't need to know all them right away, just the important ones. We'll leave the full list for you to read at your leisure." He paused, "Look down Jen. Do you see that rug you're kneeling on?"



Jen did as she was told. It was a red, circular rug about five feet across. There seemed nothing special about it, and she looked up at him, waiting for his explanation.



"Whenever any of us decides to pay you a visit and, now we've had a good look at you, that's likely to happen quite often; we'll ring the doorbell first. You get a full sixty seconds warning, but when we step through the door, you'll be kneeling on that rug waiting to welcome us. Your arms will be folded behind your back, giving us an unrestricted view of your body, The only thing you'll be wearing is a smile. Like I said, your tits and that sweet little pussy of yours will be in full view at all times."



Jen shifted uneasily, the picture he'd painted had a simple clarity she found disturbing.



"No excuses will be accepted Jen It doesn't matter what you're doing when that bell rings. Sleeping, having a shit, having a shower. You'll be kneeling on the rug when the door opens. If you're not, we'll be forced to discipline you."



He paused, not that he had any need to labour the point again. Jen had got the message; she began to whimper softly. The more she heard, the more frightened she became.



"Like I said, you'll be naked at all times," he went on. "There aren't any clothes for you down here anyway, not once we've burned those rags you arrived in. So that's one rule you won't have a problem with. Just don't go thinking you can cover yourself with a sheet or anything. That is against the rules. Rule number three insists you keep yourself and your apartment clean and tidy at all times. You might be a whore, but you won't live like one, not down here. You'll find everything you need in the various rooms."



His hand moved in a slow arc, indicating the row of three doors along the far wall.



"The bedroom, the kitchen and the bathroom. it's your job to keep them clean and tidy. Now we come to rule number four. Down here you're not allowed to speak. Unless given permission to do so by one of us, you won't utter a damn word, except maybe the occasional 'please master', and 'thank you for fucking me master'. You'll learn to give the phrase 'Dumb little cunt,' true meaning Jen. From now on, the only time you'll open your mouth will be to swallow our cocks, and our cum. I assure you, both are skills you'll learn to master very quickly."



"Finally, when you're not fully occupied servicing our needs, take a look around. You'll notice there are cameras in every room. Someone will be watching you every hour of every day, so don't get any silly ideas about escaping will you?" He grinned. "There are loads of other things for you to remember, but you can read up on them in your own time. We've waited long enough. I'm going to remove your gag now, then we can get on with the evening's entertainment. That's you sweetheart in case you've still got any doubts about it."



The sniggers from the other four made them sound like more like pathetic schoolboys than serial rapists.



"Remember Jen, from now on you're not allowed to speak a single word unless you're asked a direct question. Nod if you understand."



She looked up at him and hesitated before nodding her head. He seemed satisfied, stepped to her side and released the gag. Working it out of her mouth, he allowed it to fall to the floor in front of her, sliding his cock head across her back several times as he did so. She couldn't help the shudder that ran through her body at his touch. He looked across and smiled at his four companions.



"Gentlemen," he said, "I think we've made her wait long enough. It's time to give this little lady a night she'll remember for the rest of her fucking life?"



A low growl of approval sounded in the room. Jen could feel her body trembling, her eyes dropped to the floor and her whimpering grew even louder.



"Listen to her," said one of them, "she's moaning for it already, can't wait for us to get it on."



"Get it in don't you mean?" came the reply, and again they laughed.



"Who gets to fuck her first?" Came the inevitable question.



Jen didn't see who asked it, but she knew instinctively what the answer was going to be. Even before the other four turned and looked at the bearded one with questioning eyes, she knew. She stared up at him, knowing she was right. The bearded one would have her first, it was in his eyes. As though reading her mind he laughed full in her face.



"Oh, I think I'll start the ball rolling with this one. She fancies me, don't you Jen?" He jerked his thumb. "You can get up now. Stand by the table and wait for me," he ordered, slapping her sideways when she hesitated.



Slowly she climbed to her feet, stumbled across to the table and stood there waiting for his instructions. One arm was held across her breasts, and her right hand covered the neatly trimmed patch of hair that decorated her thighs. Even Jen knew it was a futile gesture. The bearded one was smiling as he walked towards her, the other four fanning out behind him, all keen to play their part in the coming assault.



His hands reached out, rearranging her arms, so they hung loosely by her sides, allowing him unrestricted access to her naked body. He seemed to approve of what he saw.



"You've got a nice body on you Jen, I'll give you that. But looks aren't everything. It's what a woman does with her body that makes or breaks a whore."



He looked her in the eye, spinning out the moment as long as he could, making her even more nervous.



"You're not looking forward to this are you," he said. Jen shook her head.



"That's too bad, because I am, and that's all that matters round here. To be honest I don't give a rat's arse how you feel about it."



He moved closer, taking one of her hands in his, and wrapping it round his cock before she realised what he was doing. Instinctively she tried to pull away, but he held it in place and shook his head.



"No. Leave your hand where it is Jen. You'll have to get used to handling cocks, it's one of the quickest ways to pleasure a man."



By this time they were nose to nose, his eyes staring down at her. Slowly he let go of her hand, trailing his fingers up her body towards her breasts. Immediately Jen pulled her hand away from his cock and tried to stop his hand.



She screamed as his trailing hand seized her breast, fingers digging into its sensitive flesh like eagle talons. The cynical smile never once left his face.



"Naughty, naughty. I told you to keep hold of my cock, didn't I? Rule number one, if you don't do as you're told, you get punished. Now put your hand back where it was."



When Jen hesitated, he dug his fingers into her breast again and, slowly, reluctantly her hand reached down. He pulled their bodies together, forcing her to push her hand between them to reach his cock.



"Good girl," he said as she touched him again. "Now get hold of it properly, and give me a decent hand job. Even you must know what I'm talking about."



She looked away. The flicker in her eyes comfirmed she knew exactly what he was talking about. His fingers loosened their grip, the pain in her breast diminished, and he began to fondle her instead. Squeezing each breast in turn, teasing and tweaking her nipples to an embarrassing hardness. He was testing her. He could feel her body trembling as she tried to back away. Only the table blocked her escape, there was nowhere for her to hide.



"You're scared aren't you?" He said. When she didn't reply, he used his eyes to ask the question again. This time she nodded,



"Yes," she whispered, a tiny frightened voice lost in a very dark dungeon.



"There's no reason to be scared Jen. As long as you do as you're told, nobody's going to hurt you. We'll only hurt you if you misbehave."



She paused as his hand moved away from her breasts, and began to explore more of her body. A single look from him was enough to ensure she resumed her hand job. Her hand seemed so small, it barely reached round his hardened cock, which seemed to have a life of its own as it pulsed evilly in her hand.



"You wouldn't think a thing that size would fit inside a tight little hole like yours would you Jen?" He said, "but I assure you it will. With a bit of effort, it'll go all the way in."



His stubby finger continued to trace a random pattern across the tight muscles of her belly, edging ever lower towards her sex. Both of them knew where it was going, but he seemed in no hurry, pausing for a moment to finger her navel on the way. From close range, Jen watched his tongue as it flickered across his lips like a snake. He was feeding on her fear, knowing how close she was to breaking point, and wanting to push her over the edge. When his finger reached its target; the dark, tempting patch of hair that decorated her thighs, she finally snapped.



"Nooooo...," she shrieked, and tried to twist away.



They'd been expecting it, all five of them were onto her in a flash. Her arms were held firm, and she was hauled backwards onto the table. Her head crashed down, the impact filling it with wildly flashing lights. Even as her feet left the floor, the bearded one was moving between her legs. Lunging down with his head and clamping his mouth onto her pussy like a limpet. As his tongue probed into her, he lifted her legs, placing one on each shoulder. Forcing them up and back, he bent her almost double while continuing to tongue her remorselessly.



For a moment Jen continued to struggle. Yelling and shrieking obscenities as her body twisted across the table in a desperate attempt to break the connection. Hard hands were mauling her breasts and her buttocks, squeezing them, hurting them; hurting her. A face, young middle-aged, clean-shaven and dark haired, briefly swam into view. His mouth fastened onto hers, and he began kissing her, cutting off her cries and sucking the air out of her lungs. Jen noticed he didn't try to tongue her the way that bastard between her legs was doing. A matter of self-preservation probably. In her present state she'd have bitten his tongue clean off if he'd tried it.



'So this is rape,' she was thinking when the dark haired one finally pulled away, leaving her gasping for air. Her body jumped as the bearded one finally sucked her swollen clit into his mouth, and the screaming began again as he bit down hard.



Right from the start he alternated between pain and pleasure, sucking on her rosebud until she began to react, then biting down. Cutting off the pleasure before it had chance to become fully mature, always replacing it with pain. It was a cycle he repeated over and over again.



From the very start she'd be taught that, for her, pleasure will always follow pain. She found it too much, her body began to betray her and there was nothing she could do to halt the cycle. After some ten minutes of this treatment, they hauled her off the table. Before it had registered that he was no longer between her legs, he'd spun her round, and forced her face down onto the table in front of him.



"Lean forward Jen," he ordered, "and get hold of the table with both hands. This is going to be a rough ride."



Realisation dawned in her frightened mind. The sick bastard was going to fuck her doggy style. It was the last straw.



"No," she screamed as she twisted round and faced him. "I won't do it. You can't do this, you're sick. You're all sick. You have to let me go before you find yourselves in real trouble."



His laughter rang loud in her ears. In fact they were all laughing, but it was his blow that sent her sprawling across the floor again with her head ringing. This time she stayed down, feigning unconsciousness, but he was having none of it. Grabbing her hair he hauled her to her feet and forced her back to the table.



"Hold her down," he growled. "Make sure she doesn't try that again."



The others responded eagerly, seizing her arms and pinning her to the table as the bearded one closed in on her. Realising her vulnerability she tried to close her legs, but he was too quick, slowly his knee forced its way between her thighs.



"Too slow Jen," he whispered, "far too slow."



His knee ground into her groin and slowly he lifted her off the floor. She fought him, but couldn't match his strength and, inch-by-inch, her legs were forced apart. Tears of anger and frustration welled up, stinging her eyes, and she gritted her teeth. This was every bit the nightmare he'd promised it would be. His hand slid down her back, parting her arse cheeks and continuing on, down and forward. Jen's body writhed in disgust at his touch, but she was held too firmly to do more.



With a studied slowness, his fingers slid into the dampness of her pussy, first one finger, followed quickly by a second and a third. Again he lifted her off her feet. This time he was showing off, suspending his wriggling prize in mid air, with his thick and probing fingers buried deep in her cunt.



Once more she began to scream, one of many screams she would utter before the night was over. These were merely the opening moments of her ordeal. The rape of Charley's Jen was to continue for a very long time. ............



Chapter 11



Torture of souls:









The rape of Charley's Jen continues.....



The unfortunate four who'd been overruled when the question of who would fuck her first had arisen, held Jen as still as they could, while the bearded one positioned himself behind her. She heard him spit into his hand, but it was only when his fingers began to probe her starfish that she understood his true intention. Her body squirmed across the table as she sought to escape the horror he was about to unleash on her.



"No..." she screamed. "Don't do this - please don't hurt me."



"Hold still woman," he growled. "How can I fuck you properly when you're wriggling around like a bucket of eels?"



She wasn't allowed to wriggle for long. A large hand clamped down on her buttocks, pinning her torso to the table. Her arms were twisted awkwardly behind her back, forcing her head down against the table top. Jen was helpless, she could barely move as he forced his cock into her a fraction of an inch at a time. Despite the film of precum coating its head, the tightness of her anal sphincter made her difficult to penetrate.

It also hurt like hell, and Jen was yelling blue murder from the moment his cock head touched her anal ring.



It was obscene, five grown men assaulting one helpless young woman. It was easy for them to hold her down and watch as the bearded one drove his hardened cock into her. Because he was hard now all right, hard as steel. It was the noise she was making that did it, all that pleading and begging merely heightened the pleasure he felt. He redoubled his efforts, but it still took him several minutes to force his way right into her. His final grunt of satisfaction melded with her shrieking cries to fill the room. The sensation of her firm, warm buttocks pressing into his groin excited him even further. Now his cock was buried to the balls inside her, he intended to take full advantage of Jen's vulnerability.



This first session with a new toy carried with it an extra frisson of excitement that was always likely get out of hand. It was meant to be a taster of what Jen could expect in the coming days, but sometimes they got carried away, especially when the girl was as attractive as this one. The intention was to break the will of their captive early in the proceedings. Break it to such an extent that she'd end up begging them to fuck her, rather than hurt her any more. The combination of their training regime, and the new drugs they'd be trying out on her for the first time, should ensure Jen's full cooperation.



In ten days, maybe less, she'd agree to almost anything just to feel another cock thrusting deep between her legs.



For the time being she was fully occupied, gritting her teeth, and trying to survive the next few minutes. Pain was pulsing through her in waves and her arse felt totally destroyed. She could feel his cock throbbing angrily inside her, like a balled fist, alternately tensing and relaxing. It was hardly a surprise he sounded so pleased when he leant forward and whispered in her ear.



"You're enjoying this aren't you Jen? I knew you would. Sluts like you enjoy taking it up the arse, because you don't have any pride. A real woman wouldn't allow me to take her this way; she'd die rather than let that happen. But you're not a real woman are you Jen? You're just a fuck monkey, and you're loving every second of it."



Through the fear and pain, Jen muttered her reply. It was a stupid and dangerous thing to do, but anything had to be better than the agony she was going through at that moment. She hoped the insult might distract him, make him stop what he was doing and pull his cock out of her; but she was wrong, her words had the opposite effect. At first he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Just for a second he hesitated, before the violence of her rape moved on to another, higher level. Digging his fingers into her hips, he hauled her back onto the full length of his cock time after time, listening as Jen howled like a whipped dog at the pain tearing her apart.



"What did you say bitch?" He yelled, leaning forward to catch her reply. "What did



you say?"



"Mini dick," she'd called him.



It had been a mistake the first time. When she said it again, her words sent him berserk. He pounded his cock into her, each stroke lifting her rear clear of the table and ripping a frantic, strangled cry from the depths of her throat. It was a cross between the shrill screams she'd been uttering for the last ten minutes, and a pained animal howl. For a while the bearded one enjoyed himself, slamming his cock into her time after time and riding the intensity of Jen's agony to his own inevitable climax.



"That's it, squeal you little fuck pig," he cried as he approached orgasm, "squeal for daddy."



Jen did more than squeal, she shrieked. Long and loud until, through the blur of her misery, she felt his cock explode inside her, pulsing wildly as it filled her arse with his poisonous seed. It seemed to take him forever, and by the time he was done Jen was lying very still, pinned to the table beneath the crushing weight of his body. Her heart and her arse were full of pain, and she couldn't even cry any more. At that moment Jen wanted to die, yet for the five men crowded round her, the evening's entertainment had scarcely begun. The bearded one might have been the first to use her, but the other four were lining up beside him. Each of them was driven by a burning desire to fuck her just as savagely as he'd done.



The bearded one softened slowly, his cock crawling out of her like a huge, slow moving slug. Jen breathed a sigh of relief as it slid free, and his crushing weight lifted away from her. Actually she was being a little premature, because he hadn't finished with her yet.



Dragging her off the table, he forced her onto her knees in front of him, where she found herself staring straight at his cock. It was hanging in front of her, semi flaccid now, but still large, and streaked in a foul mixture of shit and blood. Even as she watched, a long string of sperm trickled from its bulbous red-blue tip. He grabbed her hair, twisting her head, and forcing her to look up at him. Her eyes were wide and staring.



"Open your mouth Jen," he ordered. "It's your mess, you can clean it up for me. You can suck my cock until it's spotless. Don't even think about using your teeth, try that and you'll regret it."



Slowly she opened her mouth, allowing him to slide the foul object into the depths of her throat. Not surprisingly her initial reaction was half-hearted. A sharp slap to the side of her head made it clear he expected more, as his angry words confirmed.



"You'll have to do it better than that," he shouted. "For fuck's sake, it's something you'll be doing on a regular basis from now on. Suck me clean, and swallow every last drop. If you can't even give head properly, how are you going manage all your other duties? Put some effort into it you lazy cunt, at least make it look as though you're enjoying yourself."



Jen redoubled her efforts, trying to blank the disgust from her mind as she sucked him clean, and swallowed the residue it left in her mouth. Even at this early stage of her training, she understood only too well that any sign of weakness on her part would be seized upon and quickly turned against her. As the bearded one pulled out and turned away, the other four closed in on her, and the groping began all over again. An older man dug his fingers into her breast and hauled her back to her feet, ignoring her shrill cries of pain.



"Get into the bathroom Jen," he ordered. When she looked confused, his fingers tightened further and she was dragged through the door as he did his best to rip the tit from her chest. "Shut the fuck up," he said as she shrieked her displeasure. He took no notice and, forcing her into the shower cubicle, he turned on the tap. The water ran icy cold, and hit her bare skin like a battery of hailstones. Her hands lifted for a moment as she tried to protect her face, before she realized it was a chance to wash the taste out of her mouth. Even then they wouldn’t allow her to spit out the residue.



"Swallow it," she was told. "Swallow it all."



The cascade continued to beat down, causing her nipples to swell and harden embarrassingly. The older man was taking the lead now, for the moment the bearded one had disappeared. Reaching into the cubicle, he seized the shower head, and directed it at her body. Into her eyes, her buttocks, her breasts. Spraying her with the icy water, forcing Jen to dance to his sadistic tune for several minutes before switching it off.



"There, that's cleaned you up a bit," he said, as he guided her from the shower, "now stand still while we dry you down. The towels were soft and warm, and the remaining four took turns toweling her down, paying particular attention to her breasts, her pussy and her buttocks. The older man smiled at the look of uncertainty on her face.



"Don't look so worried Jen," he said. "I'm going to fuck you now, but before I do,

we've got a present for you, just to show we're not all bad. I think you'll like it." When he took her by the hand, Jen followed him rather reluctantly out of the bathroom and across the main room, stopping as they reached the red circular rug. He looked at her.



"You know what the rug is for don't you," he said. Jen hesitated a moment before

kneeling down and waiting for him to continue. "Good girl," he said, reaching forward

and stroking her face. "You're a quick learner, that's good, there's still an awful lot for you to learn."

As he turned, the man standing beside him handed him a package wrapped in tissue and secured by a red ribbon. When he held it out to Jen the first time, she didn't respond.



"Take it," he said, "I told you it's a present, it's not going to bite."



Next time he held it out to her, she accepted the package. The tissue was decorated

with a pattern of red hearts, intertwined with creeping ivy. She was clearly unwilling to open it, and looked up at the older man standing in front of her with an expectant look on his face. He nodded.



"Open it," he said, "and put it on. It's the only thing you're allowed to wear down here until we've finished with you." Her hands began to tremble. "Open it," he snapped, his voice hardening noticeably, "open it now."



His anger only increased her nervousness and she fumbled ineffectively at the ribbon for several seconds before switching her attention to the tissue itself. There were several layers and, as she tore them away, something heavy slid out of the package and fell to the floor in front of her. She looked down, a silver chain lay curled on the rug by her knees, slim but strong.



But that was only part of her gift, she could feel something else in the package, something lighter and bulkier. Jen was reluctant to go any further; whatever it was they were trying to force on her, she knew she wouldn't like it. She paused and looked up at him again.



"Go on," he insisted, and finally she tore away the final layer of tissue to reveal her gift. A look of confusion crossed her face when she realized what it was. A dog collar. An expensive one, but a dog collar none the less. Around an inch and a half wide, it was high quality leather, light brown in colour, hand stitched and lined with red velvet. The fittings, a buckle and three large rings appeared to be made of brass, and on each side of the buckle were painted two naked, languorous young women. That was bad enough, but it was the tasteful silver plaque that almost caused her to drop the collar. Clearly engraved on the plaque was the name 'Jen'.



"Would you like me to give you a hand?" The voice broke into her thoughts, she looked up. The older man was reaching out towards the collar. Without thinking she allowed him to take it from her hand and watched as he unbuckled it. "This is your badge of office," he began as he passed it round her neck and began to tighten it. Jen could hear the leather creaking as he tightened the strap, she swallowed

uncomfortably.



"It shows you're our slave, our pet, and while you're here you'll wear it twenty four hours a day. The only time you can take it off is when you're showering, but it goes back on immediately you're finished. Understand?"



The blankness in her eyes, and the slight shake of her head indicated that she didn't understand. He pointed at the chain, still curled on the floor at her knees.



"That's your lead Jen. I'd like you to pick it up and pass it to me." His eyes stared



fixedly at hers, willing her to comply. Numbly she reached down, fumbled for a second before picking up the chain and passing it to him.



"Good girl," he said as he clipped the lead onto her collar, patting her head as he did so. "See, I knew you were a quick learner. Now we're all going into the bedroom, it's my turn to fuck you next and, when I've finished with you, my friends here will take over. You've still got a busy night ahead of you sweetheart."



He turned away and tugged lightly on the chain, though he paused when she tried to scramble to her feet and follow him. His head was shaking.



"I didn't order you to stand did I? Stay on your hands and knees until I tell you different."



When he moved off again, he did so slowly allowing Jen to shuffle along behind him into the bedroom. The room was singularly lacking in furniture, but the huge bed sat in the middle of the floor, made up in size and quality what the room lacked in quantity. Reaching down, he unclipped her lead and patted her on the head once more.



"You can jump up on the bed now Jen," he said. "I'm more of a traditionalist than the guvnor, I like my women on their backs, with their legs wide open, so assume the position please. Give us a clear view of your sweet little pussy."



Jen did as she was told, and the other three moved in seizing her arms and legs and positioning her in the centre of the bed. The older man smiled again as he sat beside her, reached across and began stroking her pussy. The two men on either side of her shifted their grip, each taking one of her hands and guiding them to their hardened cocks. When the older man parted her labial lips and slid two fingers right into her cunt, Jen groaned. Her head went back, and she closed her eyes.



For a moment she lay there with a hardened cock in each hand, as she waited for the older man to move between her legs. When nothing happened she opened her eyes. The fourth man was kneeling at her head, his balls swinging gently no more than twelve inches above her face. The first flash took her by surprise; a second, and then a third followed quickly. Jen looked up as the bearded one leapt onto the bed and fired off several more shots with his camera. He was laughing as he looked down at her.



"Just a few photos Jen, mementos of your first night. We know people who'll pay good money for pictures of you with a cock in each hand and a couple of fingers in your cunt. These are just for starters, by the time we're finished with you, we'll have a whole album of photos for them to choose from. You're going to be a porn star. 'Juicy Jen', desperate to fuck anything with a cock big enough to fill her cunt. Who knows, you might even get your own site on the internet before we're done, and I’m sure that your Charley would love to see what his Jen has been up too".



Even as the bearded one was finishing his speech, the older man was scrambling between her legs. Within seconds his cock was buried inside her, and he was humping into her like a wild thing. In no time at all Jen was begging him to stop.



"No, no... Please don't do this. Please, it hurts... Please..."



"That's all right cunt," he muttered, "it's meant to hurt. You just keep begging, it's music to my ears."



He was aroused long before he'd plunged his cock into her, and it didn't take him long to reach his climax. And when he was done, the remaining three took their turn with her. One after another, they buried the full lengths of their throbbing cocks into one or other of her available holes. In between each session of rape, they lost no opportunity of humiliating her, clipping on her lead and forcing her to crawl around the rooms. Thrusting their fingers into her body, squeezing her breasts and her buttocks, kissing her hungrily. For what seemed like hours they whispered their filthy obscenities into her ear as they fucked her relentlessly. Telling her what a worthless little cunt she was, only good for one thing.



Even when the first round was over, they gave her no rest. Over a period of hours, the five of them used Jen to satisfy the most depraved of their sexual fantasies. Just as they'd told her they would during her journey in the van. The only thing she could do in response was scream; and it's hard to do something like that with seven inches of pulsing cock meat buried in your throat.



In the early hours of morning, the action became ever more frantic. There were times when they seemed out of control, crowding round her and fucking her two and three at a time. Between them they used Jen in ways no woman should ever be used without her consent, and what woman in her right mind would consent to being used in such a way. She was raped non-stop throughout that first night of her abduction, and long into the following morning. The five men extracted every last shred of pleasure from her agony, for themselves if not for her. That they didn't actually kill her on that frantic night was more a matter of luck than judgment.



Even so she was unconscious by the time they left her, stretched out on her back across the floor. Her legs were crudely widespread, and a mixture of blood and cum was leaking out of every hole in her body. It pooled on the floor beside her, and made her look every inch the drunken, satiated whore she most certainly wasn't.



Jen's petite body, battered and bruised, was criss-crossed by strings of drying cum, a farewell gift from her suitors. But it was her mind that had suffered the worst damage. At some point in the assault, it had switched itself off to ensure the damage wasn't permanent, though her rape had continued for a long time after that. The opportunity to rape a young woman as attractive as Jen in such a manner comes rarely in a man's life. So it was hardly surprising they took full advantage of her availability. It was one of the reasons she'd been chosen, and all of them felt they'd been royally entertained. The party had been a great success, and Jen had been an inspired choice as guest of honor.



It was several hours before she recovered consciousness long enough to crawl into the bathroom. There she vomited violently into the toilet, coughing up large, semi-solid gobs of sperm as she did so. They almost choked her on their way up, the same way they'd done while she was being forced to swallow them in the first place. Finally, overcome by exhaustion, she curled up on the floor and fell asleep with her arms still wrapped round the toilet bowl.



Upstairs, in the big house, the three men turned away from the TV monitor. There were only the three of them left now. The bearded one was there, the older man and a shorter, skinny guy. The other two had left some time earlier, as soon as the future program had been agreed. It was the skinny one who started the conversation with a simple question.



"Well?" He asked.



"Well what?" came the reply.



"What did you think of her?"



"She'll do," said the bearded one grudgingly.



"Come on," said the older man. "Give praise where it's due, she was better than that. For a first session she took a right hammering before she gave up the ghost. At least we should get a decent price for her once she's fully trained."

The bearded one shrugged. "Maybe, but she'll have to take a lot more than that before she's ready. For the moment 'she'll do' is the best I can offer. It's more than I can say for most of the bitches we've had down here."



"Is that why you're bringing things forward a couple of days?"



This time he grinned.



"That and the drugs. As long as our Jen recovers from tonight in time, I reckon we should give her a real working over in a couple of days time. Take her to the absolute limit and find out what effect the drugs have on her. In the meantime... " he nodded in the direction of the skinny one, "....you and Henson can have another session with her tomorrow, so she doesn't forget what she's doing here. You know the drill, hurt her, then make her come, over and over again. Hammer it into that tiny brain of hers that pain always leads to pleasure."



The skinny one laughed, it wasn't the first time his boss had made that argument.



"Pleasure for who?" He asked, the bearded one ignored him, he'd got other things on his mind.



"Keep an eye on Henson though. He's done okay so far, but we still need to watch him. I don't want him getting too friendly with this bitch, not until we're sure we can trust him. When you're done, find some excuse to punish her, and make sure she knows what's going to happen to her before you leave. I want to have her a couple of days to think about it."



"And the video?"



The bearded one nodded. Things had gone well, even he was smiling now.



"Yeah. I want the whole fucking thing on video from start to finish. She's going to get the works. It should be a big seller, and a shock to that bastard Charley, so make sure we've got at least three cameras handy. If you're not working the cunt over yourself, you're filming someone else doing it."



All three of them were smiling by the time they stood up, as much in anticipation of what Jen still had to endure, as at the memories of what they'd already done to her. The bearded one and the skinny one left together, leaving the older man alone in the big house, just him and the young woman lying in the cellar.



Before heading for bed, he took a last lingering look at Jen, lying motionless on the bathroom floor, one arm wrapped around the base of the toilet. Hunting through his collection of tapes, he slipped his favorite into the video player and picked up the remote. Despite the efforts of the evening, he was still able to masturbate one last time before disappearing upstairs.



The young lady featured on his chosen tape was one Sandy Williams. Of all the girls they'd brought to the cellar for training, she'd been his favourite. Even now, he found it hard to believe some of the things they'd done to her that night, some of the things he'd done to her. He found himself wondering where she was now, and what games her new owner might be playing with her at this very moment.



In comparison with Sandy Williams, he knew that Jen was getting off easy.







Charley jumped out of the lounger upon hearing the knock on the door. Still at unease with who it could be, he picked up the pistol that lay on the coffee table and stuffed it into the back of his pants.  He cautiously approached the door and slowly opened it. No one was there but on the ground was a padded envelope. Charley picked it up and then looked warily for the deliverer. He could not see anyone out there.

The package was clearly a video tape. My first installment, he instantly thought shutting the door. He was apprehensive at first about opening it. He was quite sure what it showed would not be pretty, but he had to see it. He had to know what was going on no matter how bad it was.

Again he went to the liquor cabinet and brought out another bottle of whiskey. Picking up what looked like a clean glass, he filled it with ice cubes. He brought all of it to the coffee table. He opened the envelope and pulled out the video. Printed with a black felt marker on the tape label was “Jen’s New Life”. He looked at the parcel, no return address of course and then inserted the tape in the player and grabbed the remote. Plopping down on the sofa, he began to play the tape.

The tape started by showing men carrying Jen to a van. She was squirming and fighting them to no avail and then went from that scene to showing Bobby sitting in an office chair behind a large walnut desk. His hands were behind his head with his feet rested on the edge of the desk. He had this arrogant smirk on his face. One that Charley was fully aware of and one that he truly disliked. He sat up in the chair and his hand stroked the length of his beard. “Well Charley, I’m sure you’re wondering what’s happening to your precious Jen. Rest assured she’s in very good hands.” he laughed. Bobby had this laugh that was very irritating and Charley just wished he could reach through the screen and slit his fucking throat. “ Well I know you just through drug dealings but I’m into a lot of things you don’t know about. One of them is turning fine young women like your precious Jen into a sex slave. It’s a rigorous training, one that takes a lot work and breaking of will but well worth the outcome. I can fetch close to a half a million for a fine piece like your Jen.” He once again smiled into the camera and stroked his beard. Another habit that Charley distained. The video showed him walking to the front of the desk. “I also have a professional film crew, we do a lot of porn video and clips. Another profitable business venture I’m in to. Your Jen in the videos will get a lot of sales, were quite sure. You didn’t know I was a member of the Walking Stick Club. I’m in there a lot looking for new talent so to speak. I was there that first night you brought Jen there and have had my eyes on her ever since. I’ve been waiting for this opportunity to arise and now I have it.” The camera zoomed in closer on his face. “I fucked her last night Charley. Oh God did she feel good that tight little pussy of hers, its making me hard just thinking about it.” again he laughed, “Some of the tape is kind of hit and miss, we’ll edit it later to prepare it for our porn videos, I’m sure it will be a top seller. But for know enjoy the rest of the tape. We promise to keep you updated.”

Charley hit the pause button and filled his glass again. He never hated somebody more in his whole life then what he did right now. His mind quickly scrambled with many ways of  tortuously killing him. Taking his cock and whacking it off with a machete was one of them. He hoped he would get the opportunity.

Taking a big swallow of whiskey, he turned the player back on. Charley could barely watch as they showed her helplessly being held down and being raped. It was agonizing for him to watch. Especially watching Bobby enjoy her and pound her with a total lack of respect, and then the others with their hands all over her. The video showed close- ups of their cocks filling her ass and pussy. Blowing white loads of cum all over her body, in her hair, on her face. The name calling and their harsh voices rang in his ears. The brutality of it brought tears to his eyes. They were breaking her will slowly tearing her into someone else. A pet for their personal enjoyment, acts that were so demeaning that it would change her life forever. How could it not. But what really brought Charley to his knees was the video showing her face. Her face, the one he adored with all of his heart, screaming with agonizing pain into the camera. Her tears streaming down her face, her eyes that were bloodshot and held such a dismal look of despair.  Her cries, pleading and screaming, such a guttural plea of pain that came somewhere deep inside of her soul.

Charley couldn’t watch anymore and threw his empty glass at the wall, smashing it into shattered pieces of fragments that slowing slid down the wall in slithering veins. His brain felt like it was going to explode. His hands were clasped into fist and pressed firmly against the temples of his head. His tears rolled out of his eyes and wouldn’t stop. He took the bottle of whiskey and drank in several large swallows. His eyes rolled in his head and he leaned back in the sofa almost in a state of unconsciousness.

He drifted into a dream state and he saw himself walking up the long sidewalk of Jen‘s parents veranda. A dozen roses neatly wrapped held behind his back. He could still feel the warmth of the spring sun striking his face on that walk. His stomach churned with anticipation of this first night out with Jen. He rang the door bell and she opened it. He will never forget that look she had on her face when she opened that door. The smile that  radiated from her face would have lit a thousand rooms. Her blonde hair flowed down on each side of her face with a playful bounce that suggested a mischievousness to her that made his heart thump in his chest. After an awkward silence of staring at each other, Jen finally broke the silence.

“Hi, it looks like you have something for me,” Jen said, trying to peer at what he held behind his back.

“Hi, oh yeah” and he handed her the roses.

“hmmm, they’re lovely, thanks. Come on in?” Jen opened the door and left him in the doorway. After introducing himself to her parents and entertaining small talk amongst them, they left for the evening.

They entered the night club hand in hand that evening and as they ate, drank and danced their connection to each other could be felt by anyone within their sight. It was a magnetism that only occurs a few times in a life time. Nothing could be heard of the sounds and chatter behind them. It was a feeling of disconnection from the surrounding world. Their gaze into each others eyes pulled them into each other as a  rolling wave that reached inside and swirled around  their beating hearts. As the drinks created a slight haze to pass between them, Charley felt Jen’s foot rub on his thigh. She looked at him while doing so and returned a lustful smile. Charley’s face lit up and returned the smile. It was time to go.

At that particular time, Charley had an apartment down town to stay at when he was working long hours. They couldn’t get there fast enough. They were both so hungry for each other that they ripped their clothes off of as soon as the door shut. His lips locked on hers, Both their hands roaming over each other in passionate strokes. Charley had never wanted somebody so bad in his life. He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.

At this point Charley forced himself to slow down and switch gears. He ravished her body with tender kisses and he could tell that she was amazed at the size of his cock. That was one of his reasons for not rushing, he didn’t want her hurt. His head drifted between her legs and he softly sweetened her budding flower. Her upward shifts made her even more wet, he could feel it run down her tender opening as flowing rain.  His heart raced with this treasure he had such good fortune to find. Every part of her pleased him, her taste and her smell. It seemly was if he had found a diamond in the vastness of a black sand beach. The head of his cock slowly entered her, giving itself ample time to lubricate her pussy in slow even strokes.

Jen’s back arched to his tender touch, begging him to fill her. Wanting him to put her in that brink of an orgasm that one so desires to reach. Inch by inch he entered her and with one slow push he filled her, stretching her into a pleasing feel of oneness that she had never felt before. Each of his strokes sent her into a maddening thirst for him, she never wanted his cock to leave the inside of her. He felt so good inside of her, the way his ass felt when he pressed in between her thighs. The tightening of his muscular body as his thrust send her one step closer to a fulfilling orgasm.

Their lust quickened and so did the movements of their bodies. Riding and sliding in out each others tightening grips their orgasms sent both of them screaming with pleasure as their bodies quivered into one… united forever.

Charley looked at her face. A face that was so pleasantly filled with pleasure and satisfaction. Her eye lids half closed, a grin that told you she was next to heaven without issuing a word. Within seconds that face turned to the one he had viewed in the video, a face so distraught that he could never imagine it looking like the one he had always knew and loved. He blamed himself. 

In a drunken stagger Charley got up from the sofa and entered the garage. He found a long section of rope that was coiled on a hook. He threw it up over the rafters and tied off the end. Tears raced down his cheeks as he got on the ladder and in one quick motion fashioned a noose…….He placed his head in it…………..   



Chapter 12: Sadistic Manipulation. 









Charley felt the rough texture of the rope around his neck as he tightened the noose. His feet wobbled on the ladder. Just step off and kick the ladder away and he would be swinging and swaying from the rafters until the air no longer could reach his lungs. Jen’s screams still echoed in his ears. All the pain he caused her, he couldn’t take it any longer. The tormented look on her face, a picture he will never be able to get out of his head. The voices in his head told him to continue on…end the torment forever… He kicked the ladder away…

“Charley, what the fuck are you doing?” Shaun said, entering the garage. Shaun picked Charley up and lifted him on his shoulders. Standing the ladder back up with his feet and then taking a few steps up it, he took out his pocket knife and began sawing on the rope. After several minutes the last strands gave way. Shaun laid Charley down on the ground and started to untie the noose. At first he noticed that he wasn’t breathing but was relieved when Charley started to cough.

“Damn Charley, why are you doing this?”

“Fuck, just let me die, damn it,” Charley said, gasping for breath.

“No, I’m not going to let you fucking kill yourself. Man what has gotten into you. This is not like you.”

Charley didn’t answer but got on his knees and threw up.

“Crap, man you smell like a brewery. We got to get you cleaned up.” Shaun grabbed onto Charley under the arms and drug him into the house and the shower. He was fully clothed but Shaun turned the water on and let the spray smother over him.

“Shaun, why did you have to come here? Man just let me die.”

“I told you I was coming because you needed help and it’s a damn good thing I did. Shit if I would have been five minutes late I would be calling the morgue to come and take you away. What the hell’s going on?”

“Bobby’s got Jen, that asshole is forcing her to be a sex slave. I just got done watching a video sent to me.”

“Christ, Bobby’s got Jen, that mother fucker is nuts,” Shaun said, turning the water off. “Get dried off and changed. Video, I need to see this video.”

Charley got undressed from his soaked clothes and dried himself off. When he came out of the bedroom, he saw Shaun dumping his booze down the sink.

“Hey, what the hell are you doing?”

“No more alcohol buddy, You’re done with it.”

“I’ll decide that,” Charley said, trying to stop him.

“No, you won’t. You’re depressed and this shit is making you more so. If we’re going to somehow get Jen back I need you strong and sober.” Shaun pushed him back and finished dumping the last bottle of whiskey down the sink.

“Shit,” Charley said, stumbling into the living room.

“Now where’s this tape?”

“It’s still in the player.” Charley plopped down on the sofa and laid down. Within five minutes he was sleeping….



Charley dreamt of Jen as they were walking down a beach trail on their honeymoon. Never had he been so entranced by a women as her. Her blonde hair lifting freely exposing her tanned face. She always smiled when she looked at him and it ripped into his heart creating a unbreakable bond. The way she felt and the way she felt him. Her touch sent shivers through him. She was so gentle with her hands as though she was lightly caressing the most fragile of all creatures. Her lust for life radiated out from her.

They had found a peaceful cove where they made love in the sand. Her body ravished him…wanting him…needing him. He sensed her need and tried to please her in every way possible. Wave after wave of sensual pleasures exploded from their bodies. United together and fulfilling each others lust. After their sexual needs were satisfied, he loved to just look at her. Stare at her beautiful body and run his fingers upon her soft skin. Every part of her was pleasing to touch. She was firmly planted in his heart. He wanted to be with her every second and minute of the day.

Charley was awakened by the sounds coming from the tape player. Shaun was running the tape back and forth looking at parts of it. Another person was sitting in the room with him. A large black man wearing a sleeveless t-shirt and army fatigues was watching the tape also.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Charley asked, slowly lifting his head.

“Hey, Charley, how you feeling?” Shaun asked.

“My heads still pounding but I’m a little better.”

“Good, this big guy here is Tyrone Davis, or Tiny as he’s jokingly known. Although there’s nothing tiny about him. We’ve worked together at various times. I think he’ll be able to help us immensely when the time comes.”

“Hi, Charley good to meet you. You’ve never seen me before but your wife took care of me a few days ago.”

“What, you mean?”

“Remember the Erotic Pleasures shop?”

“That was you?”

“Yeah, that was me.” He laughed and then continued, “I guess you could say I’m here returning the favor. Even though I didn’t know that at the time Shaun called me over here.”

“Charley is this the envelope that this tape was sent in?” Shaun asked.

“Yeah it is.”

“Well that proves that it wasn’t delivered here by parcel, so Jen is somewhere within driving distance of our location. But that’s the hard part. Bobby has a lot of properties all over the country. More importantly, time is of the essence, its important that we find out where she is before they move her.”

“Move her?”

“Yes, they’re just breaking her mentally and physically here. Then who knows where she’ll be shipped off to. She could end up in China, Japan, the mid east, anywhere where a buyer with enough money will keep her as a sex slave.”

“Crap, how much time do we have?”

“No more then a couple of weeks, maybe less, depends on how fast they are progressing with her. If Jen doesn’t break down too quickly. It will give us more time. We’ve been running the tape back and forth seeing if there’s anything recognizable in the tape that would give us a hint to their location.”

Shaun ran the tape back and forth, “see Tiny right there. See that tattoo on that old man’s forearm?”

“Yep, that’s that mother fucker Henson,” Tyrone said.

“Yea, I agree. Well we can do some damage there. We know where that sick ass lives,” Shaun said, chuckling under his breath.

“Hmmm yea, we could maybe start his little establishment on fire. That would be fun,” Tyrone said, looking and grinning at Shaun for approval.

Shaun laughed, “ you’re such a pyro. Yeah, we’ll have to add that to the agenda.”

“So do you think you know where they’re holding her?” Charley asked.

“Well there’s two possibilities. Bobby has a big house 200 miles north of here that I would think is the strongest choice. I’m pretty sure that in the basement of that house is where he used to produce a lot of porn movies from. But theirs another place about 300 miles south of here that he owns a house at where they could be holding her too. Both places would be big enough to conceal somebody in without anyone’s knowledge. How often did Bobby say you were going to get videos?’

“I think everyday is what he said, but I’m not sure.”

“Well we’ll be waiting for that delivery man to show up. Pound his ass into telling us where he got the tape came from. I think also that we need to drive up north and start checking that place out a little bit. If it is the place, possibly finding out what they’ve got around for security so we can get in without much problems.”

“Yeah, he probably has an army surrounding it for protection,” Charley said.

“Well that’s where I come in at,” Tyrone said.

“Yeah, Tyrone here is an expert at breaking into places unnoticed, so we’ll be depending on him a lot. I just wish we knew where for sure. Time is going to be very critical on saving Jen.”

“Do you think we’ll get there in time?” Charley asked.

“Yeah it shouldn’t be any problem, if we’re guessing right. If not then we’re in for a lot of hurt. What did you do to piss fucking Bobby off anyway?”

“That last shipment of drugs he sent me, weren’t any good, but he still wanted his money for it. But then he’s wanted Jen for a long time it appears and was just looking for an excuse to take her.”

“Your paying a big price for fucking him over.”

“Yeah, I know. The damage has all ready been done.”

“Don’t worry buddy. Jen’s a strong women, she’ll recover from this.”

A knock on the door startled all three men. Shaun crept to the door followed by the other two. Shaun with his pistol drawn slowly turned the knob open on the door. In one quick motion he opened it and grabbed the person on the other side and pulled her into the garage.



“Celeste, your guilty conscience has brought you back,” Charley said.

“That’s not Celeste, its Sandy Williams,” Shaun said.

They both turned and stared at each other……..

 

Jen was on her own when she finally came round, with only the empty eye of the camera to keep her company, capturing and recording every twitch of her body. It watched as she rolled over, dived for the toilet and retched violently into the bowl. The pain in her throat confirmed her fears that the nightmare of the previous evening had been no dream. Almost instinctively her hand reached down between her legs. Her labial lips were swollen and sore, her pubic hairs still sticky with the combined seed of the five men who'd assaulted her throughout the previous night.



"Bastards," she hissed as the memories flooded back to her. She scowled up at the nearest camera and swore again, "fuckin' bastards."



Upstairs in the control room the three men watching on the monitor grinned at each other.



"She remembers that bit anyway," said one, while another began singing the old Streisand number, "Mem'ries..." They watched as her hands reached up and fumbled at her neck. The collar she found there seemed to surprise her, and she stepped across to the mirror, staring at it in disbelief. It took her twenty seconds or so to unbuckle it and hurl it through the door out into the main room. Stepping into the shower, she reached out and turned on the water before turning her back on the spray. For the best part of a minute she stood there, her back hunched up as the water ran cold, shocking her into some kind of wakefulness. Once the water had warmed up, Jen could begin washing the strings of dried cum from her body and out of her tangled hair. The latter task was by far the most difficult.



Hurriedly she scrubbed herself down. Already nervous that she'd slept too long, she dreaded the thought that her sixty second warning would come before she was ready for them. She remembered only too well the look on the bearded one's face as he warned her that any punishment would be severe. It could hardly be any more severe than the treatment they'd already dished out to her, but that look in his eyes made her unwilling to take the chance. He wanted her to fail, that much was clear. The bastard didn't need an excuse to punish her, he wanted to cause her pain and suffering. What she didn't yet know was why. The shower was as thorough as she could make it in the time she allowed herself. Filling her mouth with water, she tried to wash the bitter metallic taste out of her mouth. The aftermath of all the cum she'd been forced to swallow.



Understandably nervous, she realised from the moment she'd woken that there was no certain way of knowing how long she'd been asleep. It was a deliberate policy on their part. With no clocks or watches in the rooms, the girls had no way of telling day from night. They would have to make themselves available for sex at any time, literally at a moment's notice.



Everything she could possibly need had been provided for her. The flannel, toothbrush, soap and shampoo were all new, still in their wrappings, and Jen did her best with them. Drying and tidying her hair and scrubbing her teeth thoroughly in an effort to rid herself of the foul taste that lingered in her mouth. It would be days before she'd grow accustomed to that taste. A last tidying up, a quick glance in the mirror and she headed for the kitchen. Despite everything she was hungry and needed to know whether there was anything to eat or drink in there.



Of course, they'd been watching her all the time. Upstairs the older man leaned forward, flicked the switch on the control panel and spoke into the microphone.



"Morning Jen," he said, "glad to see you're up and about again. It's time for us to come downstairs and fuck you again sweetheart. You remember the rules don't you. You've got sixty seconds to reach the rug, and don't forget to smile. I hope that tight little twat of yours is nice and moist, we can hardly wait to try it out again."



The three men watched with amusement as she hesitated halfway across the room before scuttling back to the rug. The older one waited until she was down on her knees before flicking the switch again.



"Haven't you forgotten something pet?" He murmured.



Her hands flew straight for her throat. 'Damn, she'd forgotten the collar. Where was the fucking collar?' Scrambling to her feet she looked around in panic. It was on the far side of the room, hard up against the wall. Quickly she swept it up in one hand and ran back to the rug, looping it round her neck and trying to fasten it as she went.



Upstairs two of the men had already moved towards the door. The older one turned off the mike and scowled at the retreating figures. He wasn't happy with the arrangements.



"Don't know why we can't all have a bit of her," he grumbled, "she can cope with three of us easy."



"You know the orders as well as I do," said the thin one. "You'll get your turn with her in the next few days. For the moment your job is to make sure we've got some decent photographs to put on the website, and to send to that bastard Charley."



The older man shrugged, he knew it was true. All of them would take get a turn with the girl in the coming week or so, but the knowledge did little to ease his growing frustration. After all, the girls were being kept in his cellar, it was only right he should be allowed extra time with them and he wanted that time now. The photos weren't his only responsibility tonight. His main job was to keep a close eye on Henson, watch how he interacted with the captive and report back any suspicions. Despite the hold they had over him, Henson was still very much an unknown factor.



Jen barely had time to fasten the collar round her neck before the door swung open and her two visitors stepped into the room. As they walked towards her, she slipped her hands behind her back and smiled up at them. It was the last thing she felt like doing but they'd made it clear that rules are rules, and the punishments for breaking any of them was going to be severe.



It was almost a relief when she saw there were only two of them this time. Two she might be able be able to cope with. It was a bigger relief still when she realised the bearded man wasn't one of the two. She remembered both of them from before. The dark one had been the first to kiss her; tall and well built he seemed quieter than the others.



His companion was the one she called snake, an evil little shit of a man with the longest cock of any of them. Long maybe, but it lacked the sheer bulk to make it a truly fearsome weapon. That's where his name came from. That long thing reaching up from his thighs and swaying from side to side, like a flagpole in a high wind, or a cobra reacting to a snake charmer's flute.



During their first assault, Jen had come up with names for all five of them, not just the bearded one, the dark one and snake. The mechanic was the youngest of the five, broad and well built. At first she'd reckoned him as a farmer's son, big and strong, but rather on the slow side. It was only later, when he was lying on top of her with the full length of his spent cock buried to the balls in her cunt, that she'd smelt the harsh scent of diesel oil pervading his body like cheap aftershave.



The accountant was the last of the five, and his was the cellar in which the girls were held during their training. Older than the others, he was more studious looking, but along with his extra age he brought with him the pent up frustrations of too many years spent denying his depraved desires. It was only when he had a new victim to torment, that those bitter years of frustration became mere memories.



As well as providing Jen's accommodation, he was also the legal brains behind their organization. Their business may be against the law, but that was no reason to ignore the legal niceties. International law was his specialty. It paid very well, particularly the 'under the table' jobs, the ones he undertook every now and again for Mason, the bearded one.



Jen remained kneeling on the rug, watching and waiting as the two men stripped off in front of her. Their cocks were already hardening in anticipation of the coming assault. From Jen's viewpoint this was merely a continuation of her previous nightmare, one that had no end in sight. When they were ready, they moved in on her, giving Jen a close-up view of their cocks pulsing inches in front of her eyes. snake was the first to break the silence.



"Don't think you're going to get an easy ride just cos' there's only the two of us. We're here to give you a serious working over Jen. Last time was just a rehearsal, now we get the chance to try out all sorts of different things on you, things you wouldn't believe."



Jen shook her head.



"Please, you don't have to do this. Why can't you just leave me alone? You've had your fun, why don't you let me go?"



Snake's forefinger lifted to his lips.



"Stop moaning Jen," he said, "you've still got an awful lot of fucking ahead of you yet sweetheart, a week at least. In the meantime keep your mouth shut, next time your tongue starts wagging uninvited you'll get a good slapping."



"Stand up," ordered the dark one suddenly, "over there." He pointed to the table where the bearded one had begun the first attack on her. "Get on the table Jen and lie down on your back."



She looked at each of them in turn, praying that she'd find some spark of decency in their eyes, but all she found there was a hungry, pitiless lust. Slowly she climbed up onto the table and lay down on her back. Automatically her hands moved to conceal her pussy, but a sharp word from the dark one was enough to change her mind. He shook his head.



"Don't be so coy Jen. A young woman in your line of work needs to keep her assets on view at all times. There's no point keeping them hidden anyway, we already know what you've got tucked away down there. We've both tried it before." He paused and looked down at her. "We want you across the table by the way, not lengthways, with your head hanging over one side and your legs over the other."



Jen shuffled herself round but he still wasn't satisfied. Grabbing her hair he hauled her back sharply until her shoulders extended well beyond the table edge. Then he forced her head down and back until she was staring up at his cock and his balls only inches from her face. Right away she knew what he was going to do. Moaning quietly, she turned her head away, closing her eyes as she did so. His hand reached out and stroked gently down her cheek until she opened her eyes and looked up at him. His head was shaking sadly.



"You've still got a lot to learn Jen," he said, "always keep your eyes open when you're taking cock, whichever hole you're taking it in. Customers like to look into your eyes while they're fucking you; they like to see the hurt. If you close them again I'll have to beat you." He shrugged. "Sorry, but it's in the rules. You really ought to read them next time you have a few minutes to spare."



She stared up at him. Distracted for that moment she forgot about snake, until her legs were forced apart as the little man pinned her to the table and thrust his cock deep into her ravaged cunt. The pain of penetration was intense. She was still swollen and sore down there, following their first assault, and a strangled cry of pain escaped her lips as he forced his way into her. Screaming was allowed, she remembered, indeed it was positively encouraged. She found herself staring up at the dark one again, her eyes huge with pleading as he stepped in close to her.



"I'd like you to open your mouth now Jen," he said. "Say nothing though, because I'm going to fuck your pretty little face this time, and for god's sake relax if you don't want to choke while I'm doing it. If you even think of biting me, I'll break your fucking neck."



With that final piece of advice he leant towards her, slipped his cock between her lips and forced it down hard. Instantly his cock filled her mouth, jamming up hard against the back of her throat. Jen gagged violently, her body twisting across the tabletop in response to this double penetration. The dark one began pushing down on her hard, forcing his cock deeper into the muscular tightness of her throat.



"Ooooh he growled, that feels so damn good."



She retched again, even more violently this time, but his cock continued its journey into her gullet. Snake was pounding into her at one end, and the dark one was choking her at the other. She could smell the sweaty odor of his pubic hair grinding against her lips as he humped her mouth with long slow strokes, plunging his cock deep into her spasming throat time after time. Her naked body squirmed across the table as the two men double-teamed her. The dark one paused for several seconds to savor the sensation of her throat muscles as they clamped around his cock and massaged him to the very edge of a frantic climax. Reaching out with his hands, he ran them across her flattened chest and began to pinch her nipples hard.



"That's nice, you're a good little fuck Jen."



He paused until his need for fulfillment could wait no longer, he began thrusting into her again, hammering his cock into the tight warm depths of her throat. On the edge of unconsciousness Jen was surrounded by their animal cries as they reached their climax together. As though in a dream, she could feel their cum pumping into her belly and her throat. The sensation seemed to last forever.



Then, suddenly it was over. The dark one's cock softened first, and slowly he slid it out of her throat, trailing a last string of cum across her face as he did so. With his cock no longer blocking her throat, Jen gasped as she struggled to draw some much-needed breath into her lungs. Instead she only succeeded in choking herself on the sperm lodged in her throat. Turning her head to one side she tried to cough it up, but the dark one slapped a hand across her mouth.



"Swallow it Jen," he told her. "Those are the rules. You have to swallow every drop unless you want a good beating."



Beneath his hand she tried to cough and swallow at the same time. Most of it went down in the end, though a thin stream came trickling from her nose. Slowly she calmed, and her breathing returned to something approaching normal. Eventually she turned back and looked up at him.



"You missed a bit," he said, running his finger across her face and collecting the string of cum on its tip. Jen was a quick learner, without a word of protest her mouth opened and she sucked the sperm from his fingers a piece at a time until her face was clean. It earned her a compliment, the first kind words she'd heard since she'd been brought to this dreadful place.



"Good girl," he said. "You're getting the hang of it, but you really must try to relax more. Learn to breathe through your nose when you've got a cock in your throat. One of these days you'll choke to death if you can't learn a simple trick like that."



At the other end of her body, snake's cock crawled out of her cunt. A few seconds later he too was standing in front of her, his cock in his hand, inviting her to open her mouth yet again. This time she had to suck him clean. "Open your mouth cunt," he ordered, "lick it clean for me. Taste your own pussy juice on my cock." Once more Jen did as she was told, though with little enthusiasm for the task.



Even in its current, semi-flaccid state the length of Snake's cock caused her problems and she had to take it in both hands to carry out his instructions. Sensing her discomfort he laughed.



"I think I'll fuck you at this end next time," he said. "That way I can reach right down and leave my calling card in your belly. It'll save you the problem of having to swallow it." As if to emphasize his words, he rammed his cock roughly into the back of her throat, half choking her before pulling out and turning away.



"That's enough for now," he said. "Time we had a bit of a rest I think. In fact I rather fancy a cup of coffee." He looked across at the dark one. "How about you?" He asked.



"Good idea, make that two coffees if you would," came the reply. Again Jen noticed that small touch of humanity. She looked at him but he caught her glance and his head shook briefly. A warning perhaps? "Now," he shouted, the level of violence in his voice startled her. "Make it today you dumb little fuck. In the kitchen, over there."



Her face colored at his sudden outburst, and she scurried off obediently in the direction the dark one had indicated. She knew where the kitchen was, but had never actually been in there. It took her some time to find everything she needed, and the tears in her eyes made the job that much harder. The utter despair she felt was becoming too much to cope with.



"We'll have some biscuits as well," one of them shouted through, "you'll find them in one of the cupboards."



His words sent her on another hurried search. There were two packets and she laid some of each on a plate, an assortment of mixed creams and some chocolate digestives. The sight of them reminded Jen how hungry she was and without thinking she began to munch one as she picked up the milk from the refrigerator.



"Oh dear," said the voice from the door. "What have we got here?" Jen turned and stared at snake. He was standing in the doorway watching her chewing, with half a biscuit clutched in her left hand. "Eating the biscuits now are we?" he said, "you're not supposed to eat anything while you're on duty Jen. Looks like a clear breach of the rules to me." There was a grin of triumph on his face, "and you know what happens to little girls who break the rules don't you? They get punished."



"I didn't know," blurted Jen. "You didn't give me time to read the rules." She said it without thinking and his laughter grew even louder. "Oh dear, two rules broken at the same time," he said, "that just about settles it. When the boss hears about this sweetheart, he'll go ape. Are you going to pay for this."



The look of triumph on his face made her back away from him, only there was nowhere for her to go, nowhere for her to hide. He moved across the room towards her, pausing on the way to open one of the draws and pick up a couple of objects. They looked like a pair of drumsticks, only much thicker, heavier, stronger. He looked at her again, his hand reaching out and squeezing her breasts hard. She gasped.



"No, please, don't hurt me. I didn't know."



His teeth showed in a mirthless grin as he flat handed her across the side of her head.



"I told you to keep your mouth shut bitch. I guess we'll have to teach you the hard way after all."



Jen was stunned by the blow, but kept her feet as he grabbed her hair and hauled her, shrieking, back into the main room. It was the table again. They seemed to have a thing about fucking her on the furniture. Actually much of it was for the benefit of the cameras. Every fuck site in the cellar had at least one camera focused on it, most of them had two or more.



The dark one was waiting for them beside the table, a coil of rope hanging loosely from his hand.



There was no time to wonder where he'd got it from before she was forced face down onto the table. The first rope was looped around her midriff, tightened and tied off to the rings screwed into the underside of the tabletop. It was a neat arrangement, the harder she struggled, the more the loop tightened around her.



As she watched, snake reached down, to two short ropes hanging beneath the table and quickly clipped them to the collar around her neck. Suddenly Jen could hardly move, suddenly she felt very scared. She had good reason. It severely restricted her movement and allowed the two men to tackle her feet. To her surprise, they left her arms free, it seemed to be her feet they were really interested in.

'Hurt her,' had been the bearded one's instructions. 'Hurt her, then make her cum.'



It was the old routine, pain would always be followed by pleasure, even if that pleasure was enforced and reluctant. There were many ways to cause that pain, but this was one of Snake's favorites. This was the one he most enjoyed because of the victim's utter astonishment that something so banal could hurt so much. His hands were actually trembling as he tightened the final knots that secured Jen's ankles to the table legs.



No matter how much she struggled, she wouldn't be able to move her feet enough to avoid his attention. Snake pulled up a chair to her head and looked right into her eyes.



"I don't suppose you'll know much about Bastinado will you?" He asked as he began tapping the two sticks lightly on the tabletop in front of her, building up a steady, rhythm. Jen shook her head, hardly noticeable had he not been watching for it.



"No, I didn't think you would. Well I guess a practical demonstration would be far more effective than a dry old history lesson don't you?"



This time he didn't get a response from Jen, he hadn't really expected one. When he moved behind her, Jen's eyes followed him as far as they could, until the ropes clipped to her collar arrested her movement. His commentary continued, though this time it took a slightly different line. This time he definitely wasn't expecting any answers.



"Remember what the guvnor said about hurting you when you misbehave?" He began. The sticks renewed their rhythmic tapping on the far end of the table. "Well personally I wouldn't have used that word. 'Hurt' I'm talking about Jen. Hurt is such a soft word, I always think, a weak word, open to misinterpretation. Personally I prefer the word torture. It makes things so much clearer in the victim's mind I find, it concentrates their thoughts beautifully. So torture is the word I'm going to use with you Jen. You've been a naughty girl and now I'm going to torture you. Make sure you don't ever make that mistake again."



She began to struggle, but the ropes had been tied too well and, after a few seconds she lay still again. The tap-tapping of the sticks went on. It was annoying her, she could feel the vibrations through the table as snake continued his chat.



"Victim. Now there's a word that conjures up a different image altogether. Such a lovely word don't you think. That's you isn't it Jen? You're the victim here aren't you?"



She jumped as the sound of the sticks beating against the table stopped suddenly and he transferred his attention to the sole of her left foot. Beating out the same steady, repetitive rhythm as he continued to talk to her quietly.



"Shall I tell you something interesting?" He paused, expecting no reply, and getting none. "In ten minutes time you'll be offering your body to both of us Jen. Offering it freely and willingly, promising us a world of pleasure if only we'll stop hurting you. Sorry, torturing you."



This time he did get a response. A muffled "No way," that made him smile. The continual rhythm he was tapping out on her feet was clearly annoying her, but it wasn't really hurting. If this was the best they could come up with, there was no way she'd give in to them willingly.



They could take her by force if they wanted, after all there wasn't much she could do to stop them. But there was no way she'd offer herself to them freely. And still the pitter-patter of the sticks went on, a faint slapping sound in a room briefly silent.



"Oh yes." Suddenly his voice was more serious. "You'll beg us to fuck you Jen. Nine minutes baby, it's coming closer."



For a few seconds, the rhythm slowed, before picking up again, faster this time.



"But we won't fuck you, not right away. For a while you'll be begging us for the wrong reason. You'll be begging because you want us to stop hurting you. But we'll just keep on going. Five, six minutes after that and the need to be fucked will be so strong that you can't hide it from us any more. You'll know when you reach that point, and so will we. Then we'll stop and give you what you want."



"In your dreams," she said. He smiled when he heard those words, but the rhythm went on relentlessly. Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, like wind driven raindrops on a windowpane.



"Dreams? He asked. Surely you mean nightmares don't you?" He paused for a second. "Eight minutes," he said quietly, and then delivered the first real blow.



Jen never saw it coming. The speed of its delivery even caught the dark one by surprise. Without breaking rhythm, snake swung one of the sticks hard, hitting the sole of her foot with all the power he could muster. Indescribable pain shot up the length of her leg bones like an electric current, exploding in her torso like a fireball.



Jen's body contorted on the table, seeming to shrivel to half it's size before her back arched and her first unearthly shriek filled the room. The pain and terror combined to bring a brittle, razor-edged quality to the sound.



Snake's eyes shifted from the girl to the dark one, noting the shock and surprise in his face. He waited to see what his response would be. His head was shaking. Thankfully there was enough respect in the look he gave snake to allay any suspicions the guy might have had about his commitment to the cause.



"Fucking hell," he said. "Where did that come from?"



Actually he was doing his best not to allow the pity he felt for the girl to show in his face. There'd been real pain in that scream, real agony, real fear, and it had cut him to the quick. He was looking at Jen, but he was seeing Sandy Williams. Not for the first time he wondered what they'd done to her before she disappeared. Had her screams echoed as loudly as Jen's had done? For her sake he hoped they hadn't, but deep inside, he knew they almost certainly had. .........



Chapter 13



Plans n' Pain







Well Celeste, what brings you back here? Spying on me for your boyfriend Gregory?” Charley asked, grabbing her around the neck.

“No, let me explain.”

“You better start talking or I’m going to slit you throat and throw you off the balcony.”

“What is your real name anyway?” Shaun asked.

“Sandy Williams, Celeste is the name given to me by Bobby.”

“Why did you come back here?” Charley asked.

“I had to get away from him, I didn’t know he came here to rat on you to Bobby. I was shocked when I heard him make that phone call when we left. Gregory told me that they were going to kidnap Jen.” Sandy explained.

Charley took his hand away from her neck.

“That’s why I’m here, I don’t want them to hurt Jen like they did me.”

“Wait, did you hear that? I thought I heard a car outside,” Tyrone said, walking to the door.

Shaun followed Tyrone and they quietly slipped out the door. The sun was just setting and shadows fell across the drive.

“Someone’s walking down the driveway,” Shaun whispered.

Tyrone nodded his head and stepped to the other side of the drive. Shaun crept up the driveway in the low bushes and knelt down. They observed a man quietly walking down the driveway approaching the house. He was carrying something in his hand. Tyrone shot up the driveway and tackled the man. He hit him so hard the package he was carrying flew several feet in the air. Tyrone picked him up and held his arms behind his back in a full nelson.

“Well who do we have here?” Shaun said, exposing a nine inch blade out of its sheath and flashing it in the face of the stranger.

“Don’t hurt me, please…I was just sent here to deliver this package,” the stranger pleaded.

Shaun bent down and picked up the package. He ripped it open and pulled out a video tape. “So who sent you down with this? Don’t lie to me either, I’m not afraid to use this knife on you.”

“Please don‘t hurt me, some man at the shopping center said he would pay me two hundred dollars if I would deliver this package. He followed me here to make sure I did it.”

Upon hearing this Shaun ran up the driveway to have a look around. A man sitting in a Lincoln town car saw him running up the drive and sped off before he could get a good look at him. Shaun watched the taillights blaze around the corner at the top of the hill. He saw the strangers beat up Pontiac sitting on the edge of the road and approached it. The door was open so he dug around in the glove compartment and found his registration papers. He read the name, Richard Hendrickson, and by looking at his address he could tell he was a local. He returned down the drive and saw that Tyrone had him sitting on the ground with his hands behind his head.

“Yeah see anything?” Tyrone asked.

“Yeah a Lincoln town car pulled away just as I got to the top of the drive. Well Richard, what did this man look like that gave you the package?”

“He was about as tall as you, had a black beard and curly black hair. I think he may have been of Spanish decent.”

“Did he have a gold tooth?”

“Yes, yes he did.”

“Delagordo,” both Shaun and Tyrone said in unison.

“Okay, get the fuck out of here. Next time remember what your momma told you about talking to strangers,” Shaun said, chuckling under his breath.

“Thank you, thank you,” Richard said, running up the driveway.



When Shaun and Tyrone came back in the house they found Sandy drinking a cup of hot chocolate and sitting in the front room. Charley was digging for some food out of the kitchen cabinet.

“Well we have another tape to watch it appears. We caught the delivery boy and found out that Delagordo is paying for his messengers to deliver these tapes.”

“I’ve been talking with Sandy, she’s positive that Jen’s at Bobby’s place north of here. So that will be our objective.”

“Good, now were getting some where.” Shaun said, putting the tape in the player.

They all took seats and watched the tape.



Again the tape started in Bobby’s office. Bobby was again behind his desk. His arrogance could immediately be felt by all watching.

“Well Charley things are progressing rather well, I’m very pleased. I’m sure you enjoyed the last tape and this one is even better.” the video moved in close to show just his face. “She has such a sweet pussy, I love fucking it Charley. It feels so damn good.”

The video faded and showed Jen with the two men. The scene seemed to last for hours of Jens torment. The sadistic manipulation of Jen could clearly be seen. She was raped and humiliated beyond what anyone should have to endure. She was forced to obey their every command. The tape ended showing Jen’s face splattered with cum. The white jism dripping from her hair, across her lips, and in her eyes.”

Charley got up and kicked over the coffee table and screamed “Fuck, we got to get her out of there.” Tears running down his cheeks.

“We will baby, I promise we will,” Sandy said, hugging him around the waist. “We have to get her out of there soon before she totally breaks down like I did. We have to get there in the next few days. I could tell in her eyes that she may give up soon, then it could be too late.”

“We’ll go in tomorrow, and bust her out. We can’t wait any longer. Tyrone and I will get our equipment ready and will come back and pick you up Charley. Sandy I don’t know what you want to do,” Shaun said.

“Now wait a minute, I’m going in with you guys,” Sandy explained.

“We don’t have time to mess with you, you won’t be able to keep up with us. You’ll drag us down.”

“Oh no, you need me in there with you. I know every room and exit in that place by heart. I can take you right to Jen’s room with out any problem.”

Shaun looked at Tyrone searching for an answer.

“Shaun she could be valuable, more so than you think,” Tyrone said.

“Okay, your right you could be of assistance.” Shaun said.

“Charley, you need to have any thing you want to bring with you out of here. We won’t be coming back to this house. Have all your shit packed up and ready to go.”

“We’ll be back around 5am with a few of my friends,” Tyrone added, giving Charley a smile.

They both left the house.

Charley immediately entered the bedroom and pulled out a suitcase and began loading his clothes and personnel belongings.

“Need some help?” Sandy asked.

“Sure take that other suitcase and start loading Jen’s clothes from the closet.”

“Be glad to,” Sandy said, pulling the suitcase out of the closet.

“You really love her don’t you Charley?”

“Yeah, I do. She means everything to me. I can’t believe I could fuck up like this and cause her so much pain. It kills me.”

“I’ve never met anyone who is so emotional, like you before. You really do care for her, it’s such a rare quality. Most men don’t care.”

“Well after what’s happened, she will probably wish she never knew me. I got greedy and thought one more big deal and we could live comfortably for the rest of our lives. I blew it.”

“She will recover from this, it may take some time, but she will recover.”

Sandy’s hand patted his back and rotated in circular motions across his shoulder blades.

Charley could feel her breast touching his side and he became instantly aroused.

Sandy’s hand slid down the front of his pants and she could feel his erection. She ran her hand back and forth over it.

“Why are you doing this?” Charley asked, gazing back into her eyes.

“Its what I’m trained to do, Charley. Its my life now, giving myself away to men, seducing them so I can feel their cocks inside of me.” She unzipped his pants and latched on to his pulsating cock. She pushed him down on the edge of the bed and quickly she dropped to her knees as her lips sucked on the head of his cock. Slowly licking and sucking, her mouth became fully engorged with his shaft. The moistness of her lips sliding and sucking onto him rippled through his entire body.

Charley laid back on the bed. Her magic had him fully under her control. He was confused why he would let her do it. It was Jen he loved so much, he closed his eyes and imagined it was her. She suddenly stopped and he opened his eyes to see her quickly removing her clothes tossing them on the floor.

Sandy straddled his waist and her tits caressed his face. She kissed his lips and then slid down his hairy chest.

Charley could feel her nipples stimulate his chest, sending shivers through him. Her spread legs reached his cock and she teasingly brushed her moist vaginal lips into his rigidness. Running her slit up and down on his cock until she arched upward. His cock slid into her opening and immediately he could feel her juices running down his cock and spill past his balls. Her pussy quickly took all of him in and she rode his cock. Up and down she slowly swallowed him. Her canal grasped him tightly and he could feel her cervix strike the end of his cock with each downward slide.

“My God, Charley you have such a wonderful cock,” she whispered between her gasps for air. She reached down and played with her clit as she sped up her lustful strides.

Charley could feel his cum rise up inside of his cock, slowly lifting with each of her upward movements. He softly moaned as his mind looked a Jen’s smiling face, the face he had loved so much. How pleased she was when she reached her climax. His cum shot out deep inside of her.

Sandy screamed out when she felt his cum strike her cervix. It was like feeling a steel ball shot up inside of her. Her orgasm ran through her, vibrating every part of her body. She gasped and let it over come her, every part of her body tingled in a delightful sensation. With his cock still deep inside of her she kissed his chest and ran her fingers through his hair. His cock still was rigid and pressed deeply within her vaginal canal. She laid her head down on his chest trying to catch her breath.

“Your so amazing,” she whispered, closing her eyes with contented thoughts.

Charley fell asleep dreaming of Jen.



Shaun and Tyrone pulled up outside of the bar called Satan’s Lace. It was a strip club owned by Henson. They watched the last patrons leave the strip club and then a tall man wearing a Stetson hat came out and locked the door. They waited till he left the parking lot.

“Time for a little fun,” Tyrone whispered, chuckling as he walked to the door. In under a minute he had the lock picked and was entering the building.

Shaun carried in a two gallon gas can and began splashing the liquid from side to side on the dance floor and the golden pole stuck in the middle of the stage. He splashed behind the bar and left a trail to the door.

“Wait before you torch the place, I think we could use a couple of bottles of that wine,” Tyrone said, reading the labels behind the bar. “It would be a shame to let all of this go to waste.” Tyrone grabbed two bottles and left the building.

Shaun threw a single wooden match into the entryway and watched the flames weave its way inside the club. The fire quickly engulfed the entire room. Shaun walked casually out the door and sat down beside Tyrone in the jeep. They watched it flare up through the roof and as the sirens could be heard in the distance, they drove away.

“Well that should send that son of a bitch a signal,” Tyrone said.

They drove on down the highway.

“I really don’t know if we can trust Sandy, Tyrone,” Shaun said.

“You getting some bad vibes or what Shaun? She’s right about knowing the place inside and out.”

“I was there when she came out for the first time Tyrone, she was a zombie, completely under their control. If they told her to take a shit on the sidewalk outside of the police station she would do it. I feel really uneasy about her.”

“Well we’ll keep close tabs on her Shaun. We won’t let her slip from our sight just to be on the safe side. It will be okay.”

“Okay, but I feel uneasy about it.”



It was still dark when Charley’s alarm went off. He glared at the clock between hazy eyes. 4:30 am it read. He turned in the bed and saw Sandy still laying beside him in a deep sleep. He shook her awake. They both scrambled to get dressed and carried the suitcases out to the garage. Within a few minutes the headlights of two jeeps could be seen descending the drive.

Without saying a word to each other. Charley threw his suitcase in the back of the truck and his weapon stash went in also. He observed the other jeep had three men in it all in camouflage apparel. They hopped in the back seat with Tyrone and Shaun in the front and quickly left the beach house. Charley looked back at it one last time. His dream house for Jen and him slowly disappeared around the bend.

They drove down the highway that bordered the ocean for three hours and watched the sun rise in all its majesty. The dark view of the ocean quickly changed to a deep translucent blue.

Shaun pulled the vehicle over to side of the road at a lookout point. A white van was parked there. They all got out of the vehicle.

“There it is,” Shaun said, pointing at a house embedded in the side of a cliff.

“Christ it looks like a fortress,” Charley said. “How are we getting in?”

“Well as you can see there’s a straight cliff drop off below and above the house. There’s a single drive that comes off the road to it. The road winds to the right of the house and goes on by. The best thing we can do is repel to the roof. from above. There’s a balcony on the roof and we will enter from there.”

“I can’t believe its not all alarmed. As soon as we breach the system every thing will lock down.” Charley said.

“That’s where are boys come in. They will go in as plumbers to fix a leak in a pipe in the basement. We got it all arranged to look official. They will get in and fuck up the alarm system. Once we get there go ahead we’ll enter from the balcony.”

‘Wow it sounds like a lot of ifs to me.”

“Don’t worry Charley ol boy, these boys have done this many times. It will go like clockwork,” Tyrone said.

Getting back in the vehicles, Shaun’s jeep took a spur in the road that wound its way up a steep hill. The other men now dressed in plumbers uniforms and driving a white van went straight to the house. When they reached the top they pulled off on a old gravel road that could barely be seen with the grass growing in the middle of it. Finally they came to a stop. They all got out. Tyrone and Shaun immediately supplied their weapons into their packs and rigged the belay lines on top of the cliff. Charley and Sandy did the same.

“I assume you know how to belay yourself down this cliff?” Shaun asked Sandy sarcastically.

“Don‘t worry about me. I‘ve done this many a time.” she calmly replied pulling the harness up to her waist.

Patiently they waited. Suddenly a beep could be heard on Shaun’s walkie.

“Objective met…We’re green.”

“Let go, speed is of essence here boys and girls.”

All four plummeted over the cliff face. Dangling hundreds of feet in the air, above the balcony they hopped down in unison………. .













Long before Jen's shrieking cries deteriorated into a low, persistent keening, the pitter-patter of the sticks in snake's [the cruel one] hand took up their rhythm all over again. This time it was played out on the sole of her other foot, and with the beating of the sticks came the sound of his voice. Softly and persistently, he began mocking her vulnerability.



"How did you like that?" He asked. "Still reckon the pain was in my dreams do you?"



For a few seconds she struggled wildly, but the ropes binding her to the table were tied too tightly, too securely. Now she began to understand why her arms had been left free. Though they flailed around wildly, it was a useless gesture. There was nothing positive she could do with them. She couldn't reach below the table to loosen the knots and nor could she unbuckle the hated collar round her neck. In fact, the harder Jen struggled, the more the ropes seemed to tighten around her. She soon gave up and lay quietly on the table, trembling and whimpering softly as she waited for the pain to visit her again. She could only move her foot an inch or so, and the sticks followed her relentlessly. Pitter-patter, pitter-patter.



This time he didn't keep her waiting quite so long, though the final slashing blow was delivered with equal ferocity. For a second time Jen's body contorted in agony, and the room filled with her shrieking screams as he switched his attention back to her left foot. Pitter-patter, pitter-patter. When Jen began to babble, he did nothing to dissuade her; to him the sound of her pleading voice was sweet, like the taste of wild honey on the tip of his tongue.



"No," she whimpered, "please, no more. It hurts, it hurts too much."



All she could hear was his laughter; all she could feel was the sticks beating out their cruel rhythm on the soles of her feet.



"That's the point Bitch, it's meant to hurt, no point doing it if it doesn't. Are you ready to start begging us for it yet Bitch? You know the words to use... I'm a dirty little whore and I want you to fuck me. I want both of you to fuck me, hard. I want you to make me cum."



He knew she wasn't ready yet, not by a long way. He could see and feel her body tensing as she gritted her teeth and tried to resist. She was still trying to deny the inevitable, but already her breathing was coming in short, pained gasps as she tried to anticipate when the next blow was going to fall. That was the true beauty of bastinado; the agony of the wait was every bit as painful as the blinding instant of agony when the next blow fell. He looked across at the dark one and nodded. 'Next time,' he was telling him, 'next time I hurt her she'll start begging for it. Next time she really will want us to fuck her, she'll let us do anything to her just to put an end to the pain.'



Of course that's exactly what happened, but only after he'd kept her waiting a very long time. Pausing occasionally, and altering the pitter-patter rhythm of the sticks several times, he tempted her into that certain belief that the blow was about to fall. Watching her body as it tensed in anticipation and relaxed slightly when the blow failed to materialise. He chose the moment she was least expecting it to drive the blow home, the moment when her pain would be at its most intense. That was when Jen really began to beg. As that bastard had forecast, she began with a simple request.



"Please, leave me alone. Don't hurt me any more. You can fuck me if you have to, I won't give you any trouble."



Every time she begged, he came back at her with the same reply.



"Not yet sweetheart, you can take a lot more punishment than that and you know it as well as I do. Besides, you're still only asking for cock Jen, and we need to hear you begging for it."



So the torment continued, the remorseless tapping on her feet, followed by that blinding instant of white-hot pain that lost none of its potency with repetition. Steadily her demands increased in both urgency and desperation. Now her whole body was shaking, her eyes were wide and staring, and her lips drawn back over her teeth in an ugly grimace. Everything he had told her had come true, and finally Jen began to beg them for sex.



"Fuck me, fuck me." She groaned, desperate to feel a cock inside her, even if it was only to put a stop to the pain racking her body. "For god's sake fuck me now both of you. Fuck me hard and make me cum."



"Ask us nicely Jen," he said, interrupting her as her babbling demands threatened to get out of control.



"Fuck me..."



"No, no. Ask us nicely whore. You know what to say. I'm a dirty little whore..." he prompted, as the sticks continued to beat out their rhythm.



"I'm...I'm..." she hesitated.



"Go on, tell us what you are Bitch. Tell us what you want us to do."



She flinched visibly as she sensed his hand draw back, and suddenly the words came pouring from her mouth in a torrent.



"I'm a dirty little whore, and I want you to fuck me."



"How do you want us to do it whore?"



"Hard. I want you to fuck me as hard as you can, fuck me and make me cum." This time there was an air of trembling desperation in her voice.



Suddenly the pitter-patter stopped. Jen had fulfilled all his demands in less than the ten minutes he'd forecast. It was time for the pain to stop and the pleasure to begin. Snake was smiling at the dark one as he stood up and began loosening the ropes that bound her to the table.



"Roll over you dirty little whore," he ordered when all the ropes had been untied. "Roll over and spread your legs."



Jen did as she was told, though her whole body shook and trembled with the effort. She looked up at the two men as they moved in on either side of her. Each of them grabbed one of her hands and wrapped it around their cocks as the camera on the far wall focussed in on the table.



"Now, tell us again Bitch. What is it you want us to do to you?"



Her answer came quickly.



"I want you to fuck me," she said. The cruel bastard smiled down at her.



"Oh, I think you can be more polite than that."



"Please. Fuck me... please."



"And?" For a moment Jen looked puzzled, then she understood.



"I want you to fuck me," she went on, "both of you. I want you to fuck me hard, and make me cum."



He leant forward until he was staring right into her face.



"And what are you?" he asked. Despite the pain she was in, Jen's voice had a brittle clarity to it.



"I'm a dirty little whore," she whispered after the briefest of pauses, "and I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard and make me cum."



Snake laughed, the girl was a quick learner, but the answer he gave her wasn't quite what she expected.



"No," he said, "we're not ready to fuck you just yet Jen. The gift of cock has to be earned, and you're just an ungrateful little whore. Now I don't know about my friend here but I'm thirsty, so get off to the kitchen you little bitch and make us that coffee we've been waiting an age for."



When he dragged her off the table, the pain in her legs was unbearable. Jen screamed as her legs buckled beneath her, and she slumped to the floor in utter despair.



"What's the matter?" he asked. The bastard didn't sound too concerned.



"I can't stand. My legs, they hurt..." He shook his head.



"Who told you to stand?" he said, "I'm sure I didn't. Whores can crawl on all fours just as easily." He reached down and patted her on the head before clipping the long silver lead onto her collar and handing it to Henson. "Now off you go pet, into the kitchen and serve your masters properly. Two coffees, and this time, leave those damn biscuits alone."



Henson jerked on her chain and Jen began to crawl across the room on all fours. As she shuffled past him, the cruel one reached down with one hand and squeezed her arse. Reaching between her labial lips he slipped a couple of fingers into her pussy. She was wet. Wet enough to make him smile up at the camera on the wall.



"You're quite a girl Bitch. Your pussy's dripping wet you little whore, you really did want us to fuck you didn't you? You weren't just saying it after all, you really wanted it."



As she disappeared through the kitchen door, he noticed her head drop slightly, and knew he was right. Not only that, but Jen also knew he was right. She really had wanted to feel a cock being thrust into her, and the knowledge had shamed her. Interesting, he couldn't remember any of their earlier guests reacting in quite the same way.



"Come on Jen." Inside the kitchen, the dark one had unclipped her lead and was trying to pull her to her feet. "You can do it Jen, just take your time. Lean on me and try to keep your weight off your feet as much as you can."



She looked at him. He was encouraging her now, playing the good cop in their scripted routine, a counterpoint to the cruel bad cop. His task was to encourage her rather than hurt her, giving her enough belief in herself to keep going when all she really wanted to do was give up.



"Help me," she whispered. "Please help me." The dark one slipped an arm round her waist and supported her for a minute or two, before she felt strong enough to relax her vice-like grip on the table.



"Come on then," he said. "Lets get the kettle on." The cruel one had been a little concerned as he watched the pair of them disappear through the kitchen door. Henson seemed to be playing his part well, a little too well perhaps. It was only when the latter looked up and winked as he led Jen out of sight that he felt able to relax a little. Not completely, but then he'd always had his doubts about Henson, he’d been rather too keen to give up that young lass they'd caught him fucking up by the golf course one night.



What was her name again? Sandy Williams? Yea, poor kid. Henson had given her up in a matter of minutes, just to save his own skin.

The cruel one had played a full part in the long and violent sexual assault that followed, though lately he'd begun to have dreams about that night, and they weren't the kind of dreams that sat easily on his conscience. Sandy Williams had deserved better, but then that could be said about most of the girls they'd brought to the cellars beneath the big house. But Sandy had been a special case, she knew too much about Henson to allow her onto the open market.



Quite literally, the five men had fucked Sandy Williams to the absolute limit. The last time he'd seen her she was in a bad way, wrapped in a blanket and bundled into the boot of Mason's car, prior to being driven away to entertain the boss on a one-to-one basis. He never asked what had become of her, and that wasn't the kind of information Mason ever volunteered willingly.



In the kitchen, Henson did most of the work, though he wouldn't allow Jen to sit down. Instead he gave her a couple of his strongest painkillers, and made her hang onto the worktop, allowing her to grow more accustomed to the excruciating pain in her feet.



"You have to stay on your feet until we've finished with you," he told her. "It'll be worse if you sit down for a while. You won't be able to walk at all, and you have to walk back in there on your hind legs, even if you only take a plate of biscuits with you." Jen looked at him.



"But what about the coffee?" She asked.



"I'll bring the coffee," he said. "You just concentrate on walking." This time she stared at him, he felt she wanted to say more.



"What?"



"Can I ask you something?" He looked up at the camera, reminding her they were being watched before nodding his approval. "What's going to happen to me?" she asked.



Suddenly he looked serious. For the first time he seemed unable to hold her eyes, though his head nodded in the direction of the door.



"First you're going to walk back into that room with your head held high, and when we're good and ready, we'll fuck you again," he said quietly, "but I'm sure you know that. Over the next few days we'll be using you on a regular basis like the boss man said. I'm afraid it won't be a pleasant experience, though I'm sure you'll get used to it in time. Who knows, maybe you'll find yourself enjoying it."



"But then what? You're going to kill me aren't you?" At last she'd put words to her fear. This time the dark one smiled; he was almost relieved to be giving her some good news at last.



"Don't be silly," he said, "we're not murderers Jen. You'll be kept here for another ten days or so that's all, until they get tired of you. Then they'll let you go, and find another girl to take your place."



Her relief was clear. It was the answer she'd wanted to hear, though it was also the answer he'd been primed to give her.



"You'll be back home in a couple of weeks Jen, and all this will seem like a bad dream."



Of course he was lying. Exactly where Jen would be going when she left the cellars was yet to be decided. Wherever it was, it certainly wouldn't be anywhere close. An attractive, fully trained fuck monkey like Jen was far too valuable an asset to send home. Where she ended up depended wholly on who paid the highest price for her, and what happened then was of interest to no one but her new owner. As far as he knew, none of the girls had ever been heard of again. That was the reason they never bothered to hide their faces from their victims. No one ever came back to point the finger and say to the world 'It was them. They were the ones who raped me, all five of them.'



"Trust me Jen, you'll be back home in a couple of weeks."



She should have known better. If someone asks you to trust them, it usually means they're not to be trusted under any circumstances. So it was with the dark one, but Jen needed his words to be true so, for the moment, she didn't question him further. On his part, Henson didn't give her time to think about them too closely, the flaws in his story would occur to her soon enough. Instead, he pushed the plate of biscuits into her hand, patted her bottom and directed her towards the door.



"Take them into the other room," he said. "Take it steady and make sure you don't drop any."



"What about you?" she asked.



"I'll be right behind you sweetheart. Hang on; you'll be fine, honestly. I promise."



Slowly she shuffled out of the kitchen, and hobbled across the main room before leaving the plate of biscuits on the coffee table snake had dragged across the room and left in front of the sofa. As soon as she appeared in the doorway she could feel his eyes watching her closely, and wondered whether he could see his own sperm trickling coldly down her leg. The cruel one was sitting at one end of the sofa, still buck naked and toying with his cock as he devoured her body with his hungry eyes. Jen stood back and waited for Henson to arrive with the coffee. He put the mugs down on the table and gave her a grin.



"There, that wasn't so bad was it?" he said, nodding at the table. "Milk and sugar for me if you will."



"Me too," echoed the cruel one, "two spoons."



They watched her pour the drinks before pushing them across the table, standing back and looking at them. They were staring quite openly at her; both were coming to terms with the fact that Jen was theirs for the taking. They really could do anything they wanted to her. It was Henson that broke a rather awkward silence.



"Leave the mugs where they are for the moment Jen," he said. "The coffee's a little hot just now. Why don't you sit here with us for a while, so we can get to know each other a bit better."



Jen froze at his words. The threat of punishment was still strong in her mind, but Henson smiled his encouragement and patted the sofa beside him. Hesitantly she did as she was told, knowing it was a mistake, but also knowing she had no alternative. The instant she sat down, Henson grabbed her hair and yanked her head down into his lap. As the top half of her body twisted, the cruel one seized her legs, lifting them across his knees, forcing them apart with his hand as he did so. Roughly he forced his fingers into her inflamed pussy.



"No, no..."



Automatically Jen began whimpering, convinced she was about to be raped again. Inches in front of her eyes, Henson's cock stiffened and lifted menacingly as the cruel one rolled her onto her side. Three times he slapped her arse sharply, an action that cut off her moaning voice in an instant.



"You ungrateful little whore," he growled, "fifteen minutes ago you were begging us to fuck you. Don't start playing hard to get now."



Jen felt the warm glow spreading across her bottom as he rolled over, and reached between her legs once more, his long fingers probing deep into her cunt. She was still wet and slippery from her earlier fucking, but the sensation of his fingers moving inside her body made her uncomfortable, especially when he transferred his attention to her clit. Sore and swollen though it was, even his first tentative touches made her hips jump unexpectedly.



"Oh nice," said the cruel one, suddenly he was laughing. "How sweet, I think the cunt really does want us to fuck her again."



At the far end of the sofa the dark one concentrated his attention on her breasts, caressing them gently and tweaking her nipples into an embarrassing hardness. Compared to the time she'd spent on the table, they were almost gentle with her, and in many ways that was worse than the violence she'd been expecting. The gentle slowness of their actions made her feel helpless in their hands. She hated the gradual, seemingly inevitable, betrayal of her battered body as it began to respond to their caresses.



They teased her for a very long time, but they certainly knew what they were about. Pain and pleasure was the key; hurt the cunt and force her to cum. They were the rules, basic but effective. The initial signs might have been small, but they were telling, tiny tremors that rippled through her body, tensing her stomach muscles, arching her back and lifting her hips off the sofa. The longer they worked on her, the more difficult it became for her to disguise those signs. Jen gritted her teeth, determined not to respond to their stimulation, but she failed miserably.



Between them the two men played Jen's body like a musical instrument. To her horror she felt herself coming ever closer to her climax and, despite all they'd done to her, she could tell it was going to be a big one. By the time her orgasm finally hit, she really did want them to fuck her again. Inside her head she was begging them to take her now and take her hard.



Reaching up with her hand she pulled the dark one's head down to her breasts, gasping with pleasure as his tongue lapped greedily against her nipples, groaning and squirming as he sucked each of them in turn between his lips, sucking and chewing them gently. Leaning forward, unseen by the cruel one, Jen whispered into his ear,



"Help me," she whispered through gritted teeth. "For god's sake you have to help me. I don't think I can take any more of this." For a second he paused before continuing his oral stimulation of her tingling breasts. In those final moments the two men balanced Jen on the very edge of her orgasm. Her body was lifting and moving rhythmically between them for some minutes in an obscene dance of desire, before the power of her climax finally swept her over the edge.

As she began to scream, her hand reached out to Henson again, but this time she was searching for the dark one's cock. It was already hard as steel, and within a matter of seconds she had it pulsing strongly in her hand.



But Jen's screams had a different tenor to them now. Her back arched violently as the cruel one's fingers worked their magic in her cunt whilst he stimulated her clit with his powerful thumb. Finally she came; strongly, wildly, almost out of control. Again and again the orgasms raced through her, threatening to tear her body in half and, in the throes of her ecstasy, she found herself fucking crudely against the fingers buried in her pussy. Though it disgusted her to do it, she couldn't resist the primeval urges that totally overwhelmed her at that moment.



The dark one's cock began jerking strongly, and inevitably he came in her hand, spraying his seed across her face. As his cries of pleasure mingled with her own, Jen turned her head and took his cock into her mouth, sucking greedily at the sperm that coated his member. Despite the danger of her situation, maybe even because of it, her orgasm was the most powerful emotion Jen had ever experienced. When it was done she lay helplessly on the sofa, her body continuing to twitch for several more minutes as the orgasmic aftershocks raced through her.



When he was spent she lifted her head from his cock and looked up at him. Henson was gazing down at the helpless young woman lying in his lap with her hand clenched round his cock. Her mouth was slightly open, and a trickle of sperm ran down her chin. This one's good he was thinking, very good; but then he had nothing against which he could measure her abilities. They should be enough to keep her in the cellar for a week or so, but what would happen when her training was done and the offers for her body came rolling in from around the world?



Was that a touch of guilt he was feeling in his heart, or was it sadness? He watched as she ran her finger across her face, collecting the strings of his come and transferring them to her mouth. As she did so, her eyes remained fixed on his. He smiled as she licked her lips with apparent relish, knowing that her actions owed more to an instinct of self-preservation than to a genuine taste for his cum. It was a fleeting smile to be sure, but it was enough for her to smile back at him.



"You quite enjoyed that didn't you," he said quietly. Jen shook her head, but all three of them knew she was lying. Henson smiled again. "There's nothing to be ashamed of, you're just a normal, healthy young woman. At your age a good fucking should be a pleasure."



Reluctantly the cruel one withdrew his fingers from her cunt, reached for his coffee and took his first swallow.



"Ugh," he said, "this fucking coffee's cold you lazy little bitch." Roughly he rolled her off the sofa onto the floor, pushing her away from him with his foot. "Go and get some more, and this time make sure it's hot."



Slowly Jen hauled herself to her feet; she was watching him closely with an unspoken question in her eyes.



"It's alright, you don't have to crawl for us this time. Off you go now."



Jen's feet were crippling her, and the aftermath of her orgasms were still twitching their way through her body. It was several seconds before she felt strong enough to pick up the tray and shuffle back to the kitchen. Hardly was she there before she heard the cruel one's voice again; this time he was standing right behind her.



"You can forget the coffee bitch," he said, "we've got to be going now. I hope you're not too disappointed, but we'll make it up to you next time, promise. It should be a memorable session after all the rules you broke today. Like the boss said, you wouldn't believe how many ways there are to hurt an attractive young woman like you, but you'll be finding out soon enough. We're getting quite good at it, but so we should be, given all the practice we've had. Next time we get together Jen, I'll have my friends with me, and we're going to give you the works baby. That's got to be something for you to look forward to."



The look that accompanied his words sent a shiver of apprehension slicing coldly down her spine, a mixture of triumph and anticipation. Jen had hoped the session on the sofa would count towards her punishment, that's partly why she'd put so much effort into it. Now it seemed she'd been mistaken, though how badly mistaken wouldn't become clear until later. For the moment she could only stand in the kitchen as the tears streamed down her face. She didn't realise the cruel one was still standing in the doorway until he spoke again. That smile was still on his face.



"You sad little bitch," he said, shaking his head as he spoke. "You haven't got a fucking clue what's going to happen to you now have you? I could almost feel sorry for you, only I don't, because this is the bit I really enjoy. It's going to be a wild night Jen."



He was still smiling when he walked away and, a moment later, Henson was standing at the door in his place looking across the kitchen at her. He was fully dressed now and wore a look of sadness on his face.



"I'm sorry Jen," he said. "You'd better get yourself cleaned up while you've got the chance. This place as well. Don't make things any worse than they already are. It's going to be bad for you I'm afraid. I'll do what I can, but that's all I can promise. I can't stop what's going to happen."



She scowled at him, her fear and pain was etched clearly on her face.



"You could stop it," she said, "if you really wanted."



He shook his head, looked round and lowered his voice a little before speaking to her again.



"You don't understand, I can't stop it, I'm almost as much a prisoner as you are. Try to hold on Jen; once this next session's over, they won't keep you much longer. A few more days and they'll let you go I promise. I know it's hard but you'll be back home in a week or so."



"I'm not your sweetheart." The words were almost spat at him. "I'm not anybody's sweetheart. As far as you lot are concerned I'm just an easy lay, and there's nothing I can do about it. You'll carry on fucking me as long as I'm here won't you."



Henson hesitated, shrugged and nodded his head. There seemed little point in denying something so blindingly obvious.



"You're right," he admitted. "Entertainment, that's the only reason you're here, because fucking a pretty little thing like you is the best thing there is. And that's why we'll let you go when we get tired of you. We'll let you go and find another girl to take your place."



"I don't believe you. I don't think you have any intention of letting me go. Ever. I think you're going to kill me."



The final word was emphasised strongly and seemed to upset him, but he didn't try to argue. There was little point. The girl would have to be an idiot not to realise she was in serious trouble, and Jen was no idiot. Finally he turned away and seconds later she heard the outer door close behind him.



She was alone again, thinking about his final words, wanting to believe him so badly, because she needed to believe in something. But the doubts were creeping in. What if she was right? What if they didn't intend to let her go after all? What did they really intend to do with her? Oh god, where was Charley?...Jen's heart sank further as remembered the love that her and Charley shared, the warmth of his kisses and how she felt so safe in his arms...if only she was with him now!!! and then this feeling came over her, a feeling of utter dread, something was happening to Charley, something terrible. She felt like she had lost Charley, could feel his spirit dying. What could this mean, she wondered, Had charley died? had those bastards killed him? why did her heart feel such a loss? Something was just not right .If only she could escape, if only she could find out if Charley was still alive............



But for the moment she could only hang on to Henson's words, and pray there was at least some truth in what he was telling her. The alternative didn't bear thinking about. .......



Chapter 14



When Dreams and Nightmares Collide





Jen followed Henson's advice, but only after finding herself something to eat and drink. A small omelet, laced with mushrooms and tomatoes, along with a slice of buttered toast, washed down with two glasses of fresh chilled orange. It was the first food she'd eaten since being brought to this dreadful place and, with something solid in her stomach, she felt free to look after her appearance, a process that began with yet another long, hot shower.

As well as cleansing her body, it also gave her an opportunity to apply some much-needed logic to her situation. Once she'd toweled herself down, and fastened the collar round her neck she began to explore. The results were hardly encouraging.

The cellar complex comprised four rooms, the largest of which was the central, main room. Leading off it, three smaller rooms housed the kitchen, bedroom and shower room. There were no windows, and the only way in and out of the complex was the door she'd been shoved through when they'd first arrived. A solid, high-security door, fitting flush to the wall and secured by a large type lock that wouldn't have looked out of place on a prison cell.

Ten minutes was all it took to convince her the door was her only way out, and she switched her attention to the array of cameras dotted around the four rooms. They'd been well sited, there wasn't a corner anywhere that allowed her any privacy, and she just knew someone would be out there watching her all the time.



The same questions kept coming back to haunt her. Why, had she really been brought here? Was it because Charley had their drug money, and this was the pay back , just like what they told her earlier on?... What had become of the other girls who'd been locked in the cellar before her, and what would her captors do with her when they'd finally had their 'bit of fun'; when they tired of her as they surely would, and turned their eyes towards finding a new plaything?



The more thought she gave it, the more likely it seemed that she'd never be allowed to leave this place. Since removing her mask, they'd made no effort to conceal their identities from her. They must know she'd go straight to the police if she ever did get out, with a detailed description of all five of them. And yet they seemed untroubled by that fact and slowly Henson's promises developed a hollow ring to them. They'd no intention of letting her go; they couldn't, and slowly the fear inside her began to grow.

Once the rooms were tidy, she made herself a coffee before sitting on the sofa and picking up the list of rules they'd left for her to read. 'A hundred rules to remember', the bearded one had told her. Actually it was closer to forty and, down near the bottom she found the one she was looking for. 'Guests are not permitted to eat whilst entertaining clients, unless given prior permission.'



Jen shook her head and laughed. So she was a guest was she? Entertaining clients? 'Some guest,' she thought, no hotel she'd ever been to had treated its guests in the way she'd been treated. The last rule on the list was a catch-all. 'Anything else that clients consider an infringement of their right to enjoy the guest in any way they choose.' In other words, as the bearded one had also pointed out on that first night, they could do what the fuck they wanted to her. Well, that was one rule they'd certainly obeyed.



Time had already become meaningless to her and in a way that was probably for the best. If there'd been a clock to watch, time would have crawled by, as it was there was nothing she could do apart from wait, worry and wonder what they had planned for her next time the bell rang. Unable to settle, she wandered aimlessly around the rooms for what seemed like hours before finally ending up in bed.



How long she slept for she couldn't tell, but it must have been a deeper sleep than she thought. When she woke and walked out into the main room again, it soon became clear that she'd had a visitor. A pile of magazines, and several books had been left on the table. They were a strange mixture, from Harry Potter to Barbara Taylor Bradford, but they would at least help her pass the time. But it was the photographs they'd screwed up on the wall that really troubled her.



They were of good quality, the ones they'd taken the night she'd arrived and been fucked for the first time. They showed Jen lying on the bed with a hardened cock in each hand, her legs spread and two fingers deep in her cunt. She was smiling; from the look on her face she seemed to be enjoying the experience immensely. As she stared at them in disbelief, the speaker crackled briefly into life.



"Came out nicely didn't they Jen. Just wait till you see the others, the ones of you being double-teamed on the table. Boy are they hot." The speakers crackled again, and the voice exuded menace. "Try and get some rest while you can sweetheart, you're certainly going to need it." A brief laugh was followed by silence.



All next day she waited for them, going through the same routine. A shower and a rub down with a towel before slipping the collar back around her neck. The fridge had been restocked and she ate enough to keep her alive, but no more. The knowledge that she was likely to be raped at any moment didn't do a lot for her appetite. Only again it didn't happen and eventually she slid back into bed. It took her a long time to get any sleep, worried as she was about what could happen if she slept so deeply that she didn't hear the alarm She needn't have bothered because this time they didn't give her a warning at all. What was the point? This was to be Jen's judgment day, and the first she knew of its arrival was the bedclothes being dragged from her body and the bearded one's voice grating harshly in her ear.



"Wake up you little cunt, it's time you learnt the price of disobedience."



This time a couple of hand held video cameras recorded every moment of their assault, and a very professional job they made of it too. Inventive, up close and very, very personal. This was no second rate rape simulation; this was the real deal, right down to the shrieking cries of their victim............



Jen's eyes shot open as the sound of the bearded one's voice brought her back to reality. On all fours she scrambled across the bed in a frantic effort to escape them, but found herself surrounded. All five of them were there this time, stripped and ready for action. The camera lingered on their erections, featuring each of them in turn, and interspersing the shots with close ups of Jen's terrified face as she crouched on the bed and stared at them wide eyed.



"That's right Jen," said a voice off camera, "take a good look at them sweetheart. Five big cocks, and every one of them is just dieing to get up your tight little snatch again. It's going to be another all-night session for you I'm afraid, but I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself as usual. I'm sure you'll put on a good show for the cameras."



On the bed Jen was crouching in front of them. She had nowhere left to run and nowhere to hide. Hope was gone and she began to cry.



"No, please," she said in a low, trembling voice. "Don't hurt me again. I don't think I can take any more. Please let me go, I won't tell anyone."



Their laughter rang loud, and the camera moved in closer to catch Jen's tears as they streamed down her cheek. The look on her face changed; suddenly it became a grimace of pain as a hand reached out, grabbed her hair and began to drag her off the bed. On all fours she braced her body and tried to resist but inevitably she slid off the end of the bed, and landed in a heap on the floor, bruising her knees.



"Oh, you don't want to go just yet sweetheart. You don't want to leave before the fun gets under way. You're really going to enjoy this session Jen, this is where you find out what it's like to get a good, old fashioned shagging. Believe me sweetheart it's going to be all pleasure from here on in," though he didn't say for whom most of the pleasure would be. For the sake of the soundtrack his voice hardened. "We're going to fuck your brains out tonight Jen, you know that don't you, by the time we've finished, you won't know what planet you're on. Oh and by the way, we're going to film everything tonight, so we can send the pictures to dear old Charley. Let him see what a horny little cunt his wife is turning into."



A look of horror crossed her face. This time she screamed the word "Nooo..." at the top of her voice.



"Oh but yes," came the reply. "So make sure you put on a good performance for him won't you Jen. Make him proud of his woman, after all this is your chance to be a big-time porn star. Men all over the world will wank themselves blind while they dream of having you impaled on their cocks."...............

With Jen screaming, they pulled her off the bed and dragged her towards the wall, there Jen's arms were roped to a wooden beam in the main room, suspending her against the wall a couple of feet from the ground. A large, well-built man stepped forward and forced his cock into her writhing body. Each new thrust tore a gasp of pain from her mouth as she rode up and down the wall impaled on the end of his huge, thrusting cock. Get in close on her face," said a voice. From the regular grunting that accompanied the words, it could only have been the bastard who was raping his Jen. "I want dear old Charley to see her reaction when I cum inside her."



He certainly took his time about fucking Jen. He enjoyed her to the full, hurting her and making her squeal, generally putting on a show for the cameras. It was a long five minutes before his back straightened and he shot his load into her body. As he grunted his satisfaction, Jen's screams reached a new crescendo and her head thrashed back and forth for a good thirty seconds before it began to slow.

When the writhing of her body had stopped, the man stepped back and eased his cock out of her, leaving her hanging there on the wall, her body twitching and shaking. Kneeling on the floor beside her, he spread her legs with his hands, opening her pussy to the pitiless gaze of the cameras.

"Take a look at that," he said, "now that's what I call a cunt. Isn't it just beautiful?"

The camera moved in closer. Beneath the dark dusting of pubic hair, Jen's cunt glowed an angry red rather than the delicate shade of pink it had been when they first stripped her. It glistened wetly under the lights, her open hole pulsed gently and the first traces of his semen came leaking out of her and trickled slowly down her leg.

They decided to take her down from the wall, and were attaching ropes to her wrists and ankles. When Jen's wrists and ankles had been secured with the rope ,she was dragged through the doorway into the bedroom. Across the bed lay the upturned sofa over which had been draped a couple of duvets to act as some sort of padding. As soon as they began to lift her up Jen realised what they were doing and her struggles began again.



"That's right sweetheart, pretend to fight us, it looks so much better when you pretend you don't really want it."

The big man had her by the throat and forced her backwards onto the bed where he straddled her body as he forced her down onto the upturned sofa. Eager hands seized the ropes, securing them tightly to the four corners of the bed. By the time they were finished Jen was spread-eagled helplessly across the back of the sofa. Her body lay open and available for the use of them all. Jen knew it, but she could do nothing to stop them.

"No," she groaned. "No more. Please don't do this. Please let me go." Their only response to her pleas was further laughter.

"You've got to be joking. You're not going anywhere Jen."

Jen didn't see the first blow coming though she heard the hiss, and instantly felt the electric sting of the whip as it cut across her belly. The pain of it was intense and was reflected in the shrillness of her scream. Though the ropes were tied securely, her whole body bucked and twisted as the lash continued to caress her nakedness. They all took their turn with the whip, aiming their blows at different parts of her body.

Her breasts, the gentle curve of her belly, her thighs, her pussy and even her face were targeted deliberately. Until her body was criss-crossed with a pattern of sharp-edged, angry red welts. And still her agonised writhing went on, and her screams echoed through her prison.



Even when the whip finally stopped, the stinging went on. So painful was it that it took several minutes before Jen realised the beating had stopped and someone was eating out her pussy. The camera moved in on her face as her mouth opened to accept the cock that was being offered to her lips. Her eyes were wide open with fear, as it slid down her throat. Someone began to maul at Jen's breasts. Alternately squeezing and pulling hard at her nipples, hurting breasts already made painful by the attention of the whip. The camera panned round slightly, highlighting the other end of her body as it shifted uncomfortably in its rope bindings. A second cock was forcing its way into her waiting cunt, lifting her and pushing her forward slightly as it joined the one already buried in her throat. Each new thrust penetrated deeper into her body as her assailants double-teamed her, building up a steady rhythm between them. And still her eyes stayed open, staring wildly into the camera, pleading for mercy.



Despite the layer of duvets softening the sofa's sharper angles, the attention she was getting at both ends threatened to snap her body like a dry twig. In the end unconsciousness came to her aid, and by the time she came round again, he'd shot his load into her and pulled out. He was slapping her face furiously and screaming at her like a madman.

"Wake up you cheap little whore. How dare you go to sleep on me while I'm shagging you." He seemed to take her lapse into unconsciousness as a personal affront to his manhood.



During her unconsciousness, she dreamt of Charley and the love that they shared. They were huddled together on the sand watching the sun go down. Charley held her chin softly in his hand, and gently kissed her lips while he tenderly caressed her body. She could feel his love flow into her like a bright light warming her heart and soul. She felt so safe in his arms. As they kissed , Jen could feel drips of moisture falling onto her face. It was tears from Charley eyes.



She broke the kiss and looked into his misted eyes and asked him " Why the tears my love?". Charley held her tightly, not wanting to let her go, "Oh sweet beautiful angel, how can you ever forgive for putting you through such an ordeal, I’m so very sorry that you got caught up in this mess".



Jen smiled at him, and gave his lips a soft tender kiss, and whispered to him, "Baby, it was the love that we share, that kept me strong. I knew you would come, and i had faith that you would find me .I love you Charley, and i always will. She kissed his eyes, and said, "baby no more tears, just hold me and never let me go", with that, Charley kissed her with a fiery passion, he wanted to be with her , wanted to be inside her, wanted them to become one,. Jen responded to his kiss as the fire built inside her body, warming her soul. "Make love to me Charley", she whispered, "I have missed you so".......



Jen woke up to her face being furiously slapped, As soon as she came round she began choking on the semen lodged in her throat, but instead of spitting it out, she did her best to swallow it, just like she had been trained to do.

"My but you're a hot one aren't you Jen," said the voice. Her tongue ran wetly across her lips as she struggled to lap up the last remains of his cum. "You're really getting a taste for it aren't you sweetheart. Swallow all of it remember, every last drop."

As the camera pulled away it became clear that Jen was still being fucked energetically. Her body was moving steadily, almost rhythmically back and forth within the restraint of her ropes, the movement accompanied by the tuneless grunts of her rapist. With infinite slowness the picture panned down her naked body before focusing on the cock thrusting in and out of her cunt. Eventually this man also reached his climax , and the noise he made when he came sounded less than human. Jen felt the rush of his sperm as he ejaculated deep into her belly. Then. two more cocks moved in to take their turn, and the fucking of Charley's Jen continued with hardly a break.



"That's it baby," growled the voice. "Keep it going. You're doing well for a beginner. I told you it was a lot of fun didn't I? Knew you'd enjoy it if you worked at it hard enough. It's early days yet though Jen, we've all got a long night ahead of us. Especially you." Jen lifted her head and tried to turn away, but even as her mouth opened to protest, the next cock slid between her lips. She gagged violently as it hit the back of her throat, and forced its way into her gullet. The camera angle moved again. Now it gazed down on her cunt from close range and watched as another bulbous cock head slid briefly into view before burying itself into her red velvet depths. Jen knew immediately it was the bearded one who was fucking her now. His sperm would be the next to wash the walls of her vagina.......



It was just all to much for Jen to take and she once again lapsed into unconsciousness ...........



Chapter 15



The Rescue of Hearts.



The bright sun reflected off the cliff face as the four repelled down. Silently they fell pushing themselves off and out in rapid succession. Like spiders flowing down a web they landed on the balcony. Quickly tossing aside their climbing equipment, they took out their weapons and strode across the open balcony and to the sliding glass doors. With their pistols held high over their heads they entered the house.

No one was there to impede their progress. Shaun was leading the group and Sandy tapped him on the shoulder pointing to a stairway and pointed down. Shaun waved her off and pointed to the bedroom doors for them to check before moving down the staircase. Carefully, Charley and Tyrone opened each door. The last door Tyrone opened he saw a man in bed slamming his cock into a woman from behind. Without hesitation he shot the man in the head and rushed inside to smother the woman’s mouth to keep her from screaming.

“I need a little help here,” Tyrone said, gritting through his teeth.

Charley came in and pulling out a section of rope, they tied her hands behind her back and gagged her. After feeling she was secure, they met Shaun and Sandy at the top of the stairs.

“Okay Sandy, lead the way to Jen,” Shaun said.

With their backs against the stairway wall the four of them stepped carefully down to another closed door. Shaun slid in front of Sandy and slowly opened the door just a crack. Another hallway and down on one end he could hear what sounded like a group of men talking with each other.

Without saying anything Sandy pointed to the opposite end of the hallway and pointed down. Shaun nodded and they slipped out the door and went to another door where they found another stairway. This time the stairs went from one floor to another and they continued going down each level until they came to the bottom floor. The carpeted steps gave way to cement by the time they reached it. Carefully they opened the door. The musky smell struck them as the door opened it followed by a cold blast of air. Shaun looked at Sandy and awaited her instructions. Sandy pointed to a door on the right side of the hall they had entered, and she whispered that Jen was in that room. Charley led the way and crept to the door followed by the others.

The room was dark and Charley entered it.

“Jen…..Jen, where are you?” Charley whispered.

The lights came on. The door to the room slammed shut.

“Drop your fucking weapons,” Henson shouted, knelt down aiming his pistol at Charley’s head. Snake was on the other side of the room with his pistol pointed at the group.

“Fuck you Henson, I think you’re a bit outnumbered here,” Shaun said.

“Not exactly, I think we’re pretty even at the moment,” Henson said, laughing and displaying his smoke stained teeth.

Sandy slipped from behind them and joined Henson, aiming her pistol at Shaun’s head.

“Nice work Sandy, you will be rewarded for this,” Henson smirked.

“Did I do good baby? I told you it would be easy,” Sandy replied.

“Yes, you did great.”

“You fucking bitch,” Charley said.

“Hey now, I’m the only one who can call her that, you piece of shit. Now put your guns down on the table.”

“Bobby, we got them,” Snake said into a walkie-talkie.

“Well Tyrone you decided to torch my place last night didn‘t you, you’ll pay big time for that,” Henson said.

“I don’t know what your talking about, I didn’t know you had a place,” Tyrone said, putting his gun down on the table along with the others. He smiled and chuckled.

Tyrone looked out the one lone window and saw one of his men approaching the room.

“What was the name of the place, oh let me guess, how about the Loyal Order of the Small Dicks Society,”

Henson’s face turned a bright red; his anger quite obvious, “Keep running your mouth, little black boy, and I may personally show you how small my cock is by jamming it in that tight ass of yours.”

“Yeah, Tyrone. He’s a lot bigger then you think,” Sandy said, laughing.

“Ohhhh, really. I’m really scared,” Tyrone said, giving them a smile.

“Shut up you two. All of you are going to wish you never broke in here after tonight. I will guarantee you that. Now put your hands on top of your heads and stand up against that wall,” Snake said, pointing to the far wall. The three of them walked over and faced the wall with their hands on their heads. “Sandy frisk them carefully make sure they don’t have anymore weapons.”

Sandy did as she was told and started with Charley and found a knife and two more pistols inside of his clothes. He did the same with Tyrone and Shaun finding similar results.

“Okay, let’s move,” Henson said and they moved out the door, leading them down  a hallway and into a door. The room they entered was a huge chamber. On the far wall was five doors. Boxes were stacked on one wall and a garage door could be seen at the far end. Two sets of stairs went up to the next level.

After standing there for a few minutes, Bobby came to the top of the stairway accompanied by six men. Two of the men stayed at the top of stairway displaying Uzi’s. and the other four came down the stairs.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Bobby asked, with a smirk bursting from his face. “Oh, we have Charley, and my old friend Shaun, and oh what a prize we have here, Tyrone Phillips.”

“Hey Bobby what’s up?” Shaun blurted out.

“I see you boys must have been on a rescue Jen mission and it doesn’t appear to be going well.”

“Wow we got all the boys down here now don’t we? Hey brother Marcus, how did a black man like yourself get involved with these guys?” Tyrone asked.

“Hey the pays good, the pussy is good. You know you take what you get.”

“And Mason, man I thought you were still in jail for raping that 12 year old girl.”

“Shut up, you dumb mother fucker.”

“Yes and then we have Gregory. You back stabbing son of bitch,” Charley said.

“Hey I heard there was a party going on so I thought I would join yah. Just got in this morning,” Gregory answered.

“Yep, you know how Gregory would never miss a party,” Sandy added.

“Okay, enough chatter. So Charley your string of bad luck just continues doesn’t it? Did you really think you would be able to get her away from me? She’s mine now and for ever will be,” Bobby said.

“Fuck you Bobby,” Charley answered.

“Oh we are mad aren’t we? Well the only fucking going on right now is to your lovely Jen. Would you like to see her?”

Charley didn’t answer but was pulled out of the huddle they had created and Bobby walked him to one of the doors on the far wall with his gun held sharply in his back. He opened the door. They walked in and passed a kitchen and then Charley saw Jen laying on a bed. He immediately saw that she was naked and had a choke collar around her neck. The bed sheets were scattered all over. Cum stains were plainly visible on the sheets. Jen’s body was battered and bruised, he could see scratch marks everywhere on her skin. Her hair was in total disarray and matted. She looked frail as if she hadn’t been fed. A tear slid down from his eye and across his cheek.

“Wake up you little whore,” Bobby burst out.

Charley wanted to turn and punch his lights out but constrained himself.

Jen awakened. She slowly raised her head and peered out with one open eye. The other eye was matted shut and blackened.

“Your lover boy has come to pay a visit.”

“Jen, oh my god, Jen,” Charley said, his voice quavering.

“Charley is that you. My God get me out of here,” Jen pleaded, tears streaming down her face, “Please get me out of here.”

“Lay back down, bitch,” Bobby yelled out. “You’ll get to see him again tonight, he’ll have the pleasure of watching all us fuck that tender little pussy of yours over and over again.”

“Fuck you Bobby,” Charley screamed out.

“Don’t even think of trying anything, or your guts will be sprayed all over this room.” Bobby said, jabbing the pistol into his side. They turned and left the room.

Jen had staggered to her feet but they had all ready left. She wasn’t sure if she dreamt that he was there or not. She limped to the shower.

“Well Bobby, what do you want us to do with these boys?”

“Throw all of them into room 5, we’ll have some fun with them later, they’re going to wish they were never born when we get done with them.”

Henson and Snake began leading them to one of the doors, when shots were fired. The two men that were at the top of the stairway came rolling down them. The garage door at the opposite end of the chamber came banging open and a stream of men filed in carrying weapons.  More shots were fired.

Shaun with one quick move elbowed Snake in the eye knocking him cold, and grabbing his gun, he shot Sandy in the back of the head. Blood streamed out of the opening and poured down her back before she fell in a ball. Tyrone threw Henson to the ground and wrestled his gun away from him. With the butt end of the gun he jammed it into his temple knocking him out. In one swift motion he picked up the gun and fired repeatedly into Gregory’s chest. As Charley scrambled for Jen’s door, he saw the bullets strike Gregory, blood splattered with each hit, sending him backwards in a slow motion fall onto his back. Soon Mason and Marcus were surrounded by members of Tyrone’s men. Bobby had ran to Jen’s door just beating Charley to it. He slammed it shut and locked it before Charley could reach it.

“We have the area secure, Tyrone,” one of the men shouted out.

“Damn, its about time. What the hell took you so long? I thought Henson here was going to be jamming me with his cock before you boys showed up.” Tyrone laughed, “Okay boys clean up the rest of the house, I’m sure we’ve got some stragglers hanging about. Ayhoo.”

“Ayhooo,” could be heard echoing about the chamber as several men scattered through doors and up the steps.

A few moments later, Bobby came out the door. He had Jen in a choke hold and a gun pointed at her temple. Her hands were tied behind her back.

“Just back away, and don’t do anything stupid,” Bobby said, sidestepping toward the garage door.

“Tyrone this one is mine, I’ll deal with it,” Charley said.

“Okay Charley, I’ll give you Tex here to help out,” Tyrone said.

“All right, lets go,” Charley said and they followed Bobby and Jen out the garage door.



“Okay Shaun, what’s in this room 5 anyway?” Tyrone asked. 

“It’s a little torture chamber of sorts,” Shaun answered.

“Sounds fun. Okay bring those two assholes over to room 5 and drag Henson and Snake over too.” Tyrone instructed.

They brought all four of them into the room. The room was quite large and had all chains and ropes dangling down from the ceiling. A large cabinet with all kinds of sex toys, floggers, whips, and various other contraptions were inside.

“What the hell is this thing in here for? Looks like a battery charger,” Tyrone asked, pushing the wheeled charger a few feet ahead.

“Oh, that  gives me an idea,” Shaun said, a smile creased his face. “Strip those boys down and string them up on those sets of chains over there.”

The men did as instructed and each one of the four were strung up. Their wrist were clamped and their arms were raised above their heads. Their ankles were clamped and with their legs spread open,  they were raised a few feet in the air.

Shaun was busily searching through drawers in a cabinet when he found what he was looking for. He pulled out four metal rods that were about an inch and a half in diameter and a foot long. Along with that he had four metal clamps that were about six inches long that had a hinge on them and they opened up.

“Okay, what are you going to do with these?” Tyrone asked.

“Just watch,” Shaun said, taking one of each and going over to Henson first.

Henson was now awake and had all ready realized what was going to happen.

“You son of a bitch, Shaun,” Henson screamed out.

“What’s the matter Henson? Don’t like getting the receiving end of your little shop of horrors,” Shaun answered, chuckling.

Shaun took the rod and shoved it up Henson’s ass as far as it would go.

Henson screamed, spit driveled out the corner of his mouth.

“Oh, you are a tight one Henson. Hey, Tyrone, I don’t think this one is going to stay in, I think you better help me out here.” Shaun said.

“My pleasure,” Tyrone said, taking a hold of the rod and jamming in farther.

Henson again screamed, his scream seemed to come from somewhere else instead of his own lungs.

Shaun then took the metal clamp and closed it around Henson’s cock, causing another scream to bellow out from his lips.

“Damn, Henson I owe you an apology. You do have a good size cock.” Tyrone said, laughing.

They continued down the row and did the same to the others. Their screams bellowed throughout the room, then came an eerie silence. All four hung their heads still awake but with all the pain concentrated to one point, it all became numbing.

“Now for the fun part,” Shaun said, wheeling the battery charger up to Henson. He took the battery clamps from the charger. “Damn, I can never remember, is it red to positive or red to negative? Oh well I don’t think it will matter.” He placed the one clamp on the metal butt plug and the other clamp over the clamp that surrounded Henson’s cock. Plugging the charger in to an outlet, he turned the charger on. Sparks flew. Henson’s mouth flew open in a howl. Blue streaks flew from his body. His hair stood on end. “Damn Tyrone, I don’t think I got enough amps going into this son of a bitch.” Shaun turned the black knob on the charger and increased the amperage going into Henson. Henson’s entire body went into convulsions. The smell of burning flesh reeked in the confined space of the room. Smoke began to rise out of Henson’s body.

“Next,” Shaun said, turning the charger off and then taking the clamps off and moving to Snake.

Snake looked down on Shaun and spit a wad of gooey mucus into Shaun’s face.

“Oh, you will pay for that asshole,” Shaun said and attached the clamps. “This is for all the young girls all of you brutally raped and mind fucked into toys for your personal pleasure. How does it fucking feel to be molested? Isn’t it fun?” Shaun turned on the charger and Snake went into convulsions just as Henson did.



They continued with the others until all four were left hanging dead. Their bodies smoldering in the dusky room. Tyrone took the cock clamps off each one and with his Army knife sliced off each one of their dicks. He shoved each one of their cocks into their mouths and duck taped their mouths shut.

“Gangsta style, mother fuckers. Ayhooo… I think we can leave now my friend,” Tyrone said to Shaun. With a nod of approval they left the room and the house.



Charley and Tex kept their distance from Bobby as he drug her out of the garage door. Throwing Jen into a jeep that he found with keys in the ignition, he hopped into the drivers seat. He backed out and drove out of the driveway. Charley and Tex jumped into another jeep and with Tex driving they chased after them.

They sped down the curves of the ocean highway. Weaving in and out of slower traffic. Taking incredible risks on each corner, Tex maintained his speed and slowly gained on them. Charley gasped as he watched Bobby pull out in front of a semi-trailer and then pull over just in time to avoid a head on collision. Tex continued to gain on them his experience with driving a jeep was paying off.

“Try to take out a tire,” Tex yelled to Charley.

“Fuck that, Jen is in there.”

“You have to do it, or we’re never going to get him to stop.”

“Wait, there’s a small town coming up, they’ll have to slow a little.”

Charley was right, the traffic of town did slow them down as Bobby had to hit the brakes several times avoiding people crossing the street.

“Now, Charley,  hit it now,” Tex screamed out.

Charley leaned out the side of the jeep and squeezed out several shot at the tire. The shots found their mark and the tire could be seen deflating. They could see Bobby fighting with the steering wheel. He continued to drive it to the outskirts of town where he drove it off the highway and onto the beach.

Tex pulled up next to him and rammed him so hard that Bobby’s jeep went over on its side. Tex and Charley jumped out of the jeep just in time to see Bobby again grab Jen in a choke hold and pointing his gun out he fired several times at Charley and Tex but failed to hit his mark.

“Let her go Bobby. It’s over, you don’t stand a chance,” Charley yelled out.

“It’s far from over Charley. I’m just another pawn in the feeding chain. There’s people over me who will want an answer for what you‘ve done.”

At that moment Jen kicked Bobby in the shin making him drop his hold of her. She rolled onto the ground and Charley and Tex both shot at the same time, hitting Bobby in the leg and the shoulder. Bobby let out a scream throwing his pistol into the air and fell to the ground.

Charley was quick to make a move and sat on his chest. He pounded on his face. Jen came up behind him.

“Charley untie me please.”

Tex took out his knife and with one slice cut the ropes.

“Give me that knife,” Jen said.

Tex handed it to her.

Jen took Bobby’s pants down to his ankles and with the knife filleted off Bobby’s cock. Bobby screamed, as Charley lifted himself off him. Bobby went into a rage of kicking convulsions as blood sprayed out of him. Taking Charley’s gun, Jen aimed it at his forehead.

“Die you miserable son of a bitch,” she pulled the trigger and the bullet pierced him between the eyes. At first it was just a hole where the bullet pierced but it quickly filled with blood and his eyes that were wide open, slowly closed.

Jen dropped to her knees crying and Charley held her running his hand through her hair and kissing her neck.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry Jen,” Charley’s tears flowed down his cheeks and he could feel Jen tremble in his arms. “I’ll never leave you again.”

Jen squeezed him back, never wanting to release him from her arms.

“We best be going. The authorities will be arriving soon,” Tex said. Charley held Jen as they got in the back seat of the jeep and Tex drove.

As they drove back past Bobby’s house hundreds of flashing lights from police cars and ambulances lined both sides of the driveway and street. They drove to where the fork in the road was and the jeep took them back to where they had left the vehicles. Charley expected to find the jeep there where he had left all of his briefcases but instead he found his Lexus parked there.

“All your stuff is in the trunk and back seat. Good luck to you,” Tex said as Jen and Charley stepped out of the jeep.

Charley slowly drove down the hill and back onto the highway.

“So Charley, we going back to the beach house?”

“Nope, we can never go back there.”

“So since we’re on the run still, I suppose it will be from one motel to another.”

“Nope, not hardly,”

“Oh, I suppose you’re going to tell me you have more property hidden away some where.”

“Well yeah, I do have another place. How does a bungalow on Maui sound?”

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

“Nope, not at all.”

They drove to the airport……     

Chapter 16



Destination: Paradise



They reached the airport where Charley's private plane was waiting for them to board. Charley grabbed the bags from the car and lead Jen to the plane. Jen was relieved that they were not boarding a plane in public, for she was in need of a shower and wanted desperately to clean herself up. She knew that Charley's private plane had a small shower, toilet, bed and bar inside the luxurious plane. They boarded the plane and let the pilot know that they were ready for take off.



Once in the air Jen couldn’t wait any longer and jumped into the shower, letting the warm water cascade down her body cleansing away the nightmares of the past days.... She opened the bathroom door, taking off her towel, she stared at her naked reflection in the mirror where she could see Charley sitting on the bed. She felt his gaze over her skin. She wanted to make him crazy with desire. She took from the bags, some clean clothes to put on. Taking her time, she put on stretch lace bikini panties. Very slowly, she rolled up her silk hose in a caressing manner. She took her perfume bottle, and put some between her breasts, under her belly button and in the back of her ears. Looking past her reflection, she looked at Charley in the mirror. His heavy eyelids and slightly opened mouth gave her the answer she sought. Her eyes drifted lower where she could see his erection confined in his jeans. Her mouth curved with a mischievous smile. She got up, put on a strapless bustier with matching lace. Facing the bed, she turned her head to look at herself in the mirror.



She heard him move from the bed. He walked toward her in a lazy stroll then stop next to her.

“Baby, you are evil,” he said.



Leaning forward, he kissed her quickly and deeply. Her eyes sparkled with excitement.” I want more,” she said .He pulled her up against him, pressed her mouth beneath his and kissed her hard. He turned her back around so she could face the mirror then placed his hands on her hips. She bent forward for him. His thick sex pressed against her buttocks. Their position was very suggestive. He looked over her shoulder and met her gaze. Their gazes connected, held suspended on a timeless sensual moment. He glided his hands up and caressed her breasts through her bustier. She thrust her breasts toward his hand as she grew impatient.



“Tell me what you want,” he asked, his voice sending shivers along her spine.



“I want you. Touch me,” she whispered.



He unhooked the hooks down her bustier; peeled off the garment, flinging her lingerie aside. Her breasts sprang free, full and aching. His mouth trailed damp kisses along her neck while his fingers grazed over her nipples. She felt her nipples rising into taut buds beneath his fingers and her entire body vibrated with tension. She could feel his erection against her ass.

He rubbed an erect tip between his fingers. His other hand moved on downward over her belly and touched the inside of her thighs. She moved her legs apart for him; pressing her bottom more against his shaft, her hips rocking steadily. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her tighter. His fingers slipped inside her bikini, stroking her. Between her legs, his fingers were sliding lower and lower, and her hips began to move against his hand. Her body convulsed with pleasure. He kissed down her spine, dragged her panties down her legs then tossed them from her ankles. He nipped and licked her ass cheeks, spreading them apart, flicking the tip of his tongue over her asshole. She shivered and let out a long groan.



“Turn around now,” he said.

He pulled one of her legs over his shoulder; his breath made her quiver. Her head fell back and she put her hands on the wall for balance. He pressed his mouth against the heat of her womanhood, suckled her engorged rose bud, and lapped her with his tongue. She cried out loud. He pressed deeper, dipping his fingers inside her. Suddenly she began to tremble uncontrollably. He held her still and tongued her thoroughly.



In one smooth motion, he pushed his jeans and briefs down his legs and kicked them off. Taking her hand he led her toward the bed, he laid down on the mattress taking her with him. She lay on top on him, sat astride his belly, and could feel his cock against her bottom. Leaning over him, she caught his wrists and pinned them at his head’s sides; her breasts just inches from his mouth. He took in a hard tit and sucked it deep. She sat up, releasing his hands. She kissed a path from his mouth to his chest, licked and suckled his nipples. Moving her hand downward, she wrapped it around his cock.



“So hot”, she whispered, “I can’t wait to feel you filling me up.”



Following the path her hand has just made with her tongue, she licked up his shaft, flicking over the head and back down the other side. She took each one of his balls into her mouth, sucking gently then licking all around and down to his asshole, tonguing his ass.



He moaned loudly. “Oh baby, that’s good.”



She licked up his sac, sliding her tongue up and down all the over his cock, twirling it around its head. She took his cock in and out of her mouth as her hand rubbed his balls.



“Faster baby,” he begged, his hips bucking her face.



Suddenly, he reached down and pulled her over his lap. He lifted her hips and entered her, his thrust straight, filling her. The hot walls of her pussy clamped around him. She raised and lowered herself slowly until he grabbed her hips with both hands and rocked her with the urgency of a desperate man, settling his cock as deep as he can. He thrusts hard again, over and over then fills her insides with his very tasty seed. Jen licks her lips, thinking of the taste, the thought of feeling him on the back of her throat. He thrusts again, keeping her there with him, their bodies shudder together in pure pleasure. She feels him pulsing inside her as she squeezes tighter around him. Harder and deeper he thrusts as he continues to fill her, not only her body but her soul, taking them both beyond anywhere they've ever been, their souls floating together.



Their bodies remain in the ritual rhythm of love, demanding and answering immediately the desires of the other. Their gaze locks as Charley shoots the last of his sperm into Jen with a final thrust. He holds it there, pulsing so deep inside her. She squeezes around him wanting to hold him closer than ever before. Her arms wrap around his neck and she pulls him closer to her. His chest presses against her own, their hearts beat together, for each other. She kisses his lips softly then whispers her devotion into his ear.



Light headed and slightly dizzy from passions spent, Jen closes her eyes and stays in the wonder of the moment, knowing there is no place on earth as heavenly as this..........



Charley awakens from his sleep and stares at Jen’s face. With his finger he traces her lips and feels the tenderness of her skin. He has never seen such beauty as hers and it sends his heart racing. He acknowledges to himself how lucky he is to have her. His passion for her is an addiction and one he tends to keep.



The pilot belts out on the speakers letting them know that they will be landing in fifteen minutes. Charley awakens Jen and they go to the port windows and look out. As the Jet filters through the billowy clouds the islands come into view.  The islands appears as green gems dotting the deep blue of the ocean. As they continue their descent the island of Maui becomes more visible and the mass of palm trees come into view. The continuous rounds of waves hitting the coastline could easily be seen. Looking out the other side they could see Mt. Haleakala covered with lush greenery. Lower and lower they drifted toward the runaway at the Kahului airport. Finally, the plane hits the runway and then taxis to a stop.



Jen and Charley walk into the terminal and rent a car.

“Well my love, we’re here in paradise, where’s the bungalow?” Jen asked.

“Its kind of hard to get to, it’s not on the main highway.” Charley answered.

“How sure are you that no one will find us here?’

“I’m pretty sure no one knows about this place, but you never know.”

“I really hate being on the run all of  time, Charley. I’m tired of looking over my shoulder all the time.”

“Yes, I know we need to change are identities, and cover our trail. We’ll work on that this week. I’m thinking of putting this place up for sell and buying another place using our new identities.”

They pack their luggage into the car’s trunk and leave the terminal. After leaving the town, they travel on a sparsely driven road. The road winds in and out of coves for miles until Charley slows down and turns on what appears to be a private drive. The drive brings them right to the shoreline and follows it for a few more miles before they come to the bungalow built just above the beach. Giant palm trees that are full of coconuts provide shade for the place. They unload their luggage and carry it in. The bungalow is not very big but it has all the necessities, they will need.

“Ever been to Maui before?” Charley asked.

“No, I haven’t but it is so beautiful here.”

“Well then we better do things right and take you to a real luau tonight.”

“I would love that,” Jen answered.

Inside the bungalow, they hurriedly got dressed into something more comfortable and walked down to the beach. A slight breeze could be felt as the waves cascaded over their feet as they walked along. Jen could no longer wait and she was in the water swimming through the waves. Charley sat in the sand and watched her. She always seemed to be in tune with the water. Her body flowed with the waves and quickly she joined with it and gave herself in to the whims of mother nature. Charley felt the urge to join her but wanted to give her this private time alone, perhaps as a means of letting her heal herself from the wounds of the past week. After about a half hour she came out of the water. Charley watched the streams of water flow down past her breast, across her stomach, and down her legs. Her long blonde hair hung limply across her shoulders, refreshed by the salt water swim. 

“Hey, how come you didn’t join me?” Jen asked.

“I thought of it, but I figured you could use the time to refresh yourself.”

“Yes, it was refreshing. It is so beautiful here. You know we’ve been together all this time and yet I feel as though I really don’t even know you yet.”

Charley looked at her and smiled, “what do you mean by that?”

“I mean sexually we know how to please each other, but what wanders in that mind of yours? Yet again you bring me to another gorgeous place that I knew nothing about. there is so much of your past that I don’t know about . Why wouldn’t you tell me about a place like this?” Jen asked looking pleadingly into Charley’s eyes.

“Well most of my live is filled with a lot of nightmarish things, that I probably will never tell you. I started out on the wrong foot and I’m trying to right it with you. You suffered enough all ready from my past life, I will never let that happen again. I had a lot of money roll past my fingers, but I invested it in places like this. Because I knew someday I would escape from those traps I made for myself back home.”

Jen looks into Charley’s eyes searching for answers and knowing that she may never know all of his story and she may have to be satisfied with that. Then again she realized that with time she could pull out all of those mysteries from him. Relive all of his nightmares, so she could fully understand this man that she loved so much.

“Well we better get ready to go to the luau,” Charley said, getting up and taking Jen’s hand. They walked back to the bungalow.

“I have a surprise for you,” Charley said as he entered the bedroom.

“What, now?”

“Look in the closet.”

Jen runs to the closet and opens it and finds at least twenty new muu muu’s there. Long flowing gowns with bright colored flowers, all made from soft silk material.

“Oh my God, how will I choose what to wear?” Jen asked, gleefully looking and admiring each one.

“I called ahead and had them brought out here for you to choose,” Charley said, taking a handful of macadamia nuts out of a bowl and popping one in his mouth.

Charley slipped on a Hawaiian shirt of his own and khaki dress pants and watched Jen ramble through the hangers of muu muus. She finally found one she liked that was white with bright red flowers on it. She slipped it on.

“Well, how do I look?” Jen asked.

“Absolutely stunning! Wait, you’re missing one thing.” Charley said, and ran into the kitchen and came back with a white orchid. He slipped it in her hair. “Now you are perfect.”

Jen ran to the full length mirror and was happy with what she saw.



They drove into town and on to the luau. The sun was just on the verge of setting as they watched them dig the pig out of the sand in preparation of the feast. They ordered drinks and found a table to sit at near the stage. Soon they went to a line and filled their plates with the many fine foods that were native to the islands. After they were near completing their meal the program started. The music played and many of the native Polynesian dances were displayed. The hula being one of them. And as they drank and their minds fell into the trance of the native drums an almost hypnotic feeling overcame them. A song that seemed to bond them even more then what they ever felt possible to each other before. As the music ended and the dancers left the stage, they finished their drinks and walked the torch lit path back to their car.



Their minds were still in a haze as they walked into the bungalow. The moon had risen and cast its weary reflection across the vastness of the ocean. The gentle waves hitting the rocks along the shoreline in its constant rhythm. A beat of music of its own.



Charley gazed into Jen’s eyes and could sense her need of wanting to be filled. A gentle smile creased on her beautiful face, her eyes half closed. Her lips slightly parted, Charley held her in his arms and looked into her eyes. He kissed her gently; his lips sealed over hers, she opened her lips, inviting him in. His tongue intermingled with hers, tasting the very essence of her. His hands undid her muu muu and she let it slip to the floor.



  Jen's heart is beating hard as her eyes meet Charley's. Her body heat rises and her entire soul trembles. In his eyes she see his desire for her, but besides that she see his love. This is what causes her heart to beat so, her desire to make love with him does not stem out of lust. But rather out of the love she feels so deeply and the need she has to fully express how much she needs him, body, mind and soul. She slides easily into his arms her gaze never leaving his. She runs her hands up his back threading her fingers into his hair. Her gaze slowly slips down to his lips, a smile curving hers. He truly did have magnificent lips. Lips had always been a fetish of hers. Jen loved to kiss, especially this man...She rose up on her tip toes and pressed her lips to his. Charley kissed Jen back, his body pressing into hers. The feel of their naked bodies pressed together sent waves of pleasure through both of their bodies.

Their lips touched and parted then touched again. She was content just to stand there kissing him. Jen revels in the ease with which Charley ignites her desire. She can hardly contain the fire that starts low in her abdomen by a mere kiss. Charley's lips leave hers and slowly kiss their way down Jen's neck. Her head falls back her eyes closing as she feel his teeth graze her skin. He kisses up to her earlobe. His breath is hot in her ear sending shivers down her spine. Jen's hands on Charley's shoulders tighten as a rush of need floods through her body. His hands tighten in her hair pulling lightly as he continues to torment her with his lips and tongue. Her breath accelerates lost in the feelings. His lips slowly find their way back to hers and she eagerly accepts his kiss, kissing him back passionately



Charley’s hands feel her tender skin, so supple and smooth. His hands roam down her back and he squeezes her closer to him. His lips again finds her neck and with each soft kiss his tongue tastes her. He can hear her breathing in gasps to each of his sensuous kisses. Slowly he lays her down on the bed and looks into her eyes, they are heavenly to look into. He can feel her sensuality beaming from her. He runs his hand through her hair enjoying the feel of its texture running through his fingers. Kissing her lips again, they are so moist and enticing that it send a shiver down his spine. His hand can no longer resist the feel of her breast next to his chest and he moves it there. The feel of it cupped in his hand, he gives a gentle squeeze The nipple is erect and his fingers stroke it and lightly pull it. The light strokes makes Jen let out a soft moan as her hands run freely across his hairy chest. Charley’s leg slowly slides between Jens and she spreads them eagerly awaiting the feel of his muscles on her wet pussy. He presses his leg into her and her legs grip onto him, riding the feel of his strength. Charley again kisses her lips, passionately and whisper into her ear, that he loves her so much. 



With Charley's hand on Jen's breast, a slow burning pleasure spread from her breasts downwards. Her eyes opened and met his again aroused more by the fact that it was him doing it than the act itself. Her chest swelled with love and need so that she couldn’t stop the small moan that escaped her lips. “I love you too” she murmured then kissed him again, her back arching pushing into his hand. His grip tightened slightly as he kissed her back, his heart beat accelerating. One of Jen's legs wrapped itself around his hips, her hands gripping his shoulders. Jen bites her lips in anticipation, wanting him to move faster yet wanting to savor every moment, needing to touch him as he touched her.

Jen ran her nails down his bare back, her head tilting to one side. She shuddered when Charley bit down on the space between her neck and shoulders. His hand abandoned her breast sliding down her body and the leg that was wrapped around his hips. With a soft push he had her on her back gazing up at him as he laid on top of her. Jen reached up threading her fingers into his hair as he leant down and kissed her. She welcomes his kiss with a soft moan as his name left her lips, full of pent up fire of need.

She could feel him hard against her thigh as he rubbed his body against hers. She moaned with the delicious feel of his body pressed against her own. His hand cupped the back of her neck as he pulled her lips to his in a hungry kiss. Her body arched into his, her leg wrapping itself around his hips pulling his lower body flush with hers. She could feel the heat of him against her thigh and she felt an ache begin inside of her. Jen wanted him so badly, She needed him to fill her. She broke away from his lips, her mouth moving to his ear “Make love to me Charley” she whispered, her voice husky with arousal.....



Charley’s hand slides down between her legs. The firmness of her mound rises to his touch. His middle finger slides across her clit and slips into her wet slit. He glides his finger up and down her moist crevice. Her legs spread even further and a soft moan emits from her lips. The feel of her slit makes him more excited, his cock is fully hard. Charley’s lips suck on Jen’s nipples as he slide one finger in and out of her canal. Sliding it in and out a few times, he sticks in another finger. Jens ass rises to each one of his gentle strokes. He takes his fingers out and then slides on down between her legs, kissing her softly as he makes his way down  He kisses her sweet folds and his tongue finds her clit and rapidly lavishes it. His hands pull her ass into his face as his tongue enters her. Charley’s heart beats faster and faster, he loves filling her pussy with his tongue. He inserts a finger in her ass and continues to lick her clit. Jens ass  rises and lowers to each one of his sultry flicks of his tongue. Hmmm…your juices tastes so good, Charley whispers to her.



Jen couldn't take any more, she needed to taste cock, she needed to eat her man, and she needed to do it now...she wanted to take control, she wanted to feel the power of their Lustful Encounter. She pushes Charley's head away from in between her thighs. He was about to say something when she put a hand gently to his mouth and told him not to speak. She was going to give back some of what she had received. His eyes grew wide as she knelt down between his legs and started stroking his raging hard on. "My that is nice, mind if I take a closer look?" Jen said. He moaned "please do". Jen rubbed her breasts on the inside of his legs. Her movements were slow and erotic. Charley was breathing harder now, and trying to hold back the orgasm that was building up inside him. She gently moistened her full lips with her tongue, then slid the head of his cock into her mouth. The wet warm feeling of her mouth instantly made him want to cum, but he continued to hold back as much as he could so he could enjoy the sensation. She moved her mouth up and down on his shaft, using her tongue to swirl around the underside of his hard on. She had done this before, and damn she was good at it, and Charley knew it!.

She was watching his face, listening to his breathing, his moans of pleasure. She wasn’t going to let him come yet, there was so much more to do. When she could feel him coming close, she would back off, not letting his cock out of her mouth, but slowing the pace with which she was devouring him. He felt good in her mouth, and she enjoyed watching his reactions to what she was doing. She wanted to let him have a little release, so she began sucking harder, flicking the underside of his cock with her tongue. He couldn’t hold back any longer. He began to come in her mouth, and to his surprise, she continued to devour him. She sucked every last drop of cum from his cock, then ran her tongue up and down his shaft to get anything she may have missed.



Charley thought he was dreaming, this was most erotic blow job he had ever had? But, Jen informed him that she wasn’t even done with him yet. With his body sedated already, he wasn’t sure if there was much more he could do. Jen informed him otherwise. Jen was still between his legs, stroking his semi-hard cock. She reached across his leg and retrieved her glass of wine that was sitting on the small table. She took a sip from the glass, swallowed, then buried his cock back into her mouth. The sensation of the coolness of her mouth against his cock was intense. As her mouth began to warm, she took another sip and did it to him again. What a feeling this was. Not cold, but cool, then warming slowly.

He could feel his cock becoming erect again. Only minutes before he had an intense orgasm, and this woman was bringing it back to life already. She smiled up at him, "I told you that I wasn’t done yet." Jen continued to play with his cock and massaging his balls. She wanted to get him hard again, and she was succeeding!.........



Charley felt his cock getting harder as Jen continued to work her magic. It was now his turn to satisfy her. He tenderly kissed her and rolled  Jen over on to her stomach. He slid his tongue in and of her pussy and then gently massaged her slit with his rock hard cock. The sensation of sliding his cock across her slit and clit was invigorating and made him harder yet. He slid it inside of her. The wet feel of her tunnel walls on his cock was very stimulating. Jen moaned wanting him to put it in as deep as he possibly could. With both of his hands on her ass he rode her pulling her into his abdomen with each stroke. He then took his one hand and rubbed her clit as he entered her. His other hand he gently squeezed her tit. Jen was nearing an orgasm so Charley rolled to his back and let Jen ride him. Her pussy squeezed his cock like a vice as she rode up and down on him. Faster and faster her pussy rode him.

“Oh Charley, I love how your cock feels inside of me.”

“Jen your pussy lips surrounding my cock is nothing short of heaven.”

“uhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuh. OH I’m fucking going to cum Charley.”

“Oh Jen, ahhhhhhhhh, I love you baby, Nobody can make me feel like you do”

Charley sat up and grabbed her by the waist and pulled her down hard on his cock. He could feel her orgasm vibrate through him. Jen grabbed a hold of him in a bear hug and refused to let him go, but Charley was about to blow his load again. He threw her down on her back and pulled out of her pussy. His hot jism sprayed all of over her stomach, in convulsing bursts. Jen ran her fingers into his cum and licked it off, giving Charley a lustful grin…..   



He takes her face in his hands kissing her lips softly, then he whispers..."you were amazing".

Jen looks at him smiling and whispers back......"so were you babe."



With their lovemaking reaching its end, Charley holds Jen, he holds her tight as they recover together, and bask in the warmth and the love that they share. Jen then looks up into Charley’s eyes, "oh Charley, it's so good to be home", and absently, she wipes a tear from her cheek and snuggles back into Charley's arms, thinking back to the first day that she knew she loved him. Charley gently and tenderly kisses her forehead, and whispers in a soft sleepy voice, "It's good to have you back home sweetness, i love you with all my heart and soul, you are the air that i breathe, and without you, i am nothing. I am going to love you forever".He kisses her forehead again, and they both drift off into a peaceful sleep.........



The cascading waves of the Pacific Ocean whisper their resounding voice onto the sandy beach. A dark figure stands outside of the bungalow, discarding a cigarette into the black night air. He opens the door…..

“Charley and Jen,” he whispers silently, entering the bedroom.

“Paybacks are a Bitch, Charley,”



BANG BANG 

~He Slowly Tilted His Head As He Gazed At A Lone Female Human, A Smirk Creasing His Otherwise Emotionless Face, As He Raised An Eyebrow. His Body Rocked With Pangs Of Hunger And Insanity As He Slowly Crept Towards Her, His Gaze Scanning Her Beautiful Figure, Before Letting His Body Sway With The Evening Breeze And Allowing The Madness From Within Take Full Control. His Light Foot-Steps Sounds Out Slighty Through The Trees While His Porcelain Face Was Gleaming In The Moonlight, His Grins Slightly Widdening As His Canines Shone Like Diamonds, Before Appearing Behind This Darling Lost Female.









The Female Slowly Turned And Glanced At Him, Her Eyes Full Of Suprise, As She Stepped Away Him. As He Came Closer, The Malkavian Abruptly Appeared From Within The Shadows And Extended His Hand Towards Her, A Delightful Grin Of Insanity Plastered Across His Face Before His Face~[i] Never Fear My Dear...Together We Shall Walk These Shadows Hand-In-Hand, Devouring The Gaping Beauty At Hand....[/i] As The Girl Took His Hand, He Jerked Her Towards Him And Caused Her Body To Mistake Pain For Pleasure, While He Slid His Blade Into Her Stomach. A Soft Moan Escaped Her Lips As He Began Carving Her Stomach Open, Her Intestines Seeping Through The Gorey Maw, While He Stroked Her Long Black Hair. His Mind Coarsed Into Hers, Keeping Her Heart Beating No Matter What Happened, As He Slid The Blade Up Her Chest And Caused Her Ivory Ribs To Expose Through The Dissection Cut. His Mouth Glided Along Her Throat As Her Hands Roamed His Hair, His Left Hand Tearing The Flesh From Her Torso, And Threw Her To The Ground. As She Laid There And Rolled Lustfully Through Her Seeping Vitea, He Grabbed His Blade From His Side And Pinned Her Hands Above Her Head By The Palm And Her Ankles Shoulder Length Apart.









He Then Tapped The Side Of Her Face As He Arched Her Back In Pleasure Towards Him, Her Eyes Closed As He Whined Towards Him, Before He Glided his Fingers Along Her Eyelids And Swiftly Dug His Fingertips Into Her Skull. His Fingers Curled And Forcefully Jerked Her Eyeballs From Her Skull, The Cords Hanging Limply Between His Fingers, Before Popping Them Into His Mouth And Slowly Chewing On Them. The Milky Fluid Seeped Down The Corner Of His Mouth As He Resumed His Feasting, His Right Hand Running Down The Massive Cut Down Her Body While Sliding His Hand Inside Of Her And Tearing Her Internals Out. He Cocked His Head Towards The Right Before Greedily Gnawing On The Sweet Flesh Treats In His Palm, His Icey Gaze Staring At The Mutilated Woman.









A Flurry of Maniacal Giggles Erupted From His Gore-Covered Face As He Began Skinning The Woman Alive, Slicing The Skin Professionally From The Muscle, As Her Whimpers Of Delight Still Echoing Through The Trees. He Laid The Strips Of Flesh Beside Him As He Worked, Eatting The Occasional Strip In Glee, Before Softly Growling Towards The Shadows~[i] Long Pig...The Delicious White Meat...[/i]









He Finished Flaying The Human As He Gazed Towards The Shadows, His Right Hand Dropping The Blade And Running Along The Strips Of Flesh, His Crystalline Blue Eyes Vibrantly Glowing From Within The Darkness. He Glanced Back Down At The Bleeding Test Subject While He Ran His Fingertips Along The Sticky Muscles, His Fangs Tearing Into His Bottom Lip As The Acidic Blood Trickled Down The Corner Of His Mouth, Before Gripping Her Throat And Viciously Tore Her Head Off. He Held The Head Over His Mouth As He Lapped At The Dripping Blood, His Mind Leaving The Woman`s Vessel As She Died, His Tongue Gliding Up Inside Her Throat Before Chewing Through The Trachea And Surrounding Vertebrae.









Continues Chewing Through The Dead Woman`s Head, His Teeth Tearing Her Bottom Jaw Off While Setting The Head Aside And Tearing The Gums Off With His Teeth. As Quickly Cleaned The Bone Off, Casteing The Teeth Into A Pile Beside Him For Later Use, Before Grabbing The Tongue And Tearing The Chewy Muscle Apart. His Gaze Scanned The Clearing Idlely As While He Continued Chewing And Tearing, His Face Caked In Deep Crimson That Contrasted His Porcelain Face. Then, With A Quick Motion, He Grabbed The Flaps Of Dissected Flesh Lining The Stomach And Tore Her Wide Open. Slamming His Face Inside Of The Gaping Wound, He Began To Violently Chew And Devour The Bone; Muscle And Flesh Within.









The Sickening Pops And Snaps Of The Grisle, Bones And Other Various Items Seemed To Flow Perfectly With The Shuttering Body Upon The Ground. His Gore Covered Face Instantly Resurfaced, His Tongue Lightly Kissing Away The Chunks Of Flesh From His Lips, Before He Stood Up And Casted His Eyes Towards The Sky. His Voice, That Of A Demonic Low Intertwined With An Angelic High, Seemed To Fill The Evening Air In A Sick Song Of Pure Insanity~ [i] Walking Down The Street, The Smell Of Death In The Air...What A Rotting Stench...My Imagination Runs Wild At What This Could Be, Open Up The Can To Discover A Dead Body...Or What [i]Was Left Of One, Pieces In A Bag....Blood Is Everywhere, What A Wretched Sight..Cut Up Really Small By A Razor Sharp Knife...Lying In A Garbage, No One Else Knows What I Have Found, What Should I Do? [i]Take It To The Police? Or Make It Into A Stew...This Was An Evil Commited By The Insane, Looking Down Laughing...I Am The Same...[/i]









His Crystalline Blue Eyes Vibrantly Shone In The Moonlight, His Pupils Slowly Begininng To Take On A Golden Tint, While His Body Swiftly Began To Crumble From The Inside Out, The Sound Of Shattering Bone And Tearing Muscle Filling The Air, Before His Torso Shattered And Formed An Hour-Glass Shape From Beneath His Cyber Core Armour. His Hands Resembled That Of A Gangrel`s, Long Spidery FIngers That Ended In Razor-Sharp Nails, That Tore Into His Palms. His Acidic Blood Swiftly Pooled Outward And Began Dripping Upon The Heavily Dewed Grass Beneath Him, The Sounds Of Faint Sizzling Grass Sounding Out, Before Gazing Back Towards The Broken Women Beside Him. His Head Cocked Towards The Side, The Sound Of His Neck Snapping And Realigning Seemed To Echo Through The Clearing, As He Knelt Beside The Maw And Began To Trace The Vitea Covered Flesh With The Tips Of His Nails.









The Tips Of His Nails Effortlessy Sliced Through The Woman`s Flesh, Revealing The Pink Muscle And Grey Fat Beneath The Surface, While His Cold Calculating Eyes Scanned The Remains Of The Woman. A Low Sharp Intake Of Breath Was The Only Thing Audible To Those Nearby, Whereas On The Inside, His Mind Was Violently Shattering And Rebuilding Itself In Broken Shards. Slowly Closing His Eyes, He Snaked His RIght Hand Along The Woman`s Severed Head And Grasped The Hair, Then Slipped His Left Arm Around Her Waist And Stood Up. His Flesh Stopped It`s Convulsions, Due To The Rapid Physique Change, And Became Tout Over The Malkavian`s Scare-Crowisque Frame. He Turned Towards The Inhabitants Of The Clearing, Raising The Severed Head Towards His Mouth, And Began Walking Towards Them. His Canines Tore Into The Upper Palette Of Her Mouth Before Forcefully Shattering The Roof, His Tongue Slowly Slinking Into The Crevase And Scraping Out The Dripping Mucus And Brain Material









He Finished Cleaning The Surrounding Cavities Before Tearing Into The Head, Devouring The Brain Inside, That To Those Around Him Would Easy Link The Image To That Of A Young Child Tearing Into Their Cadburry Egg On Easter Morning. The Pieces Of The Organ Cling To The Corners Of His Mouth Before He Tossed The Empty Cavity Towards A Nearby Tree, The Sparse Bone Shattering On Impact, As He Stepped Towards A Small Group Of Fledglings. He Raised The Decapitated And Slightly Disembowled Body Towards Them While Cocking His Head Towards The Other Side, His Annoyance Swiftly Growling As They Continued Ignoring Them, Before He Let Out A Low Growl Of Annoyance, His Body Slightly Twitching And Convulsing, Before Tossing The Dissected Body Aside Before Disappearing Into The Shadows~