Chapter 7
The walk down the hallway with Perry's 22 magnum sticking in her slender rib cage seemed to Adrian like the final walk to the electric chair. Chair.. . that last word stuck in her throat like bad meat. Her heels clipped on the polished floor, turning now toward the bar room where the select few remained drinking and waiting: Wade, Sadara and his greasy friends, Carmen and Chet.
Her approach raised eyebrows. Carmen, stroking Chet as he pawed one naked breast hanging like ripe fruit from her plunging neckline, lifted her eyes drunkenly, offering a vacuous smile. Wade's stony eyes bored into her.
"I hope you're not too satisfied, Adrian. There's a big dinner waiting for you." His thin lips screwed into a tight smile.
"Please, Wade.. . don't be angry," she whispered apologetically, feeling Perry remove the gun from her spine at a nod from Wade.
"I've been tempted to have that fool husband of yours taken for a ride into the desert.. . you know what would happen then?"
"Wade . . . I'm sorry, but I can't beg anymore." Adrian stared down at the carpet, all fight whipped out of her.
Wade examined his fingernails, and stared into her watery eyes with a snaky look. "You pathetic little bitch," he spat, then pausing, he glanced toward the bar. "Go have a drink and sit so Sadara can see your legs."
Obediently, she sauntered to the bar, her voluptuous buttocks cupped under the silver sheath skirt; she ordered a double scotch and sat with the sleek naked stretch of thigh glistening golden tan. Guzzling the first, she ordered a second, wondering how it would feel to die.
"Fine," smirked Wade. "Have a couple more and we'll retire to the entertainment room."
Adrian lit a cigarette and felt the scotch warm her, creeping smoke-like into her brain. A deep sigh broke from her succulent lips and she gazed around the smoky room, finding Joe nowhere in sight. I might die before the night's over with, she thought. Her fingertips clutched the heavy bar glass, and with white knuckles she threw back her head and poured the liquor down her throat.
"Good girl," cheered Wade suavely. "You were always a better fuck drunk . . . isn't that true, Adrian . . . Mrs. Parmenter.. . ? " he slurred.
"Wade.. .please."
"Let's not play coy, Adrian. You weren't exactly raised in a nunnery, don't forget. I've seen you acting like a horny buffalo in heat.. . has your husband ever seen you like that . . . or isn't he man enough to recognize a good lay when he sees one?" His humor was rancid as a drunkard's breath.
A fleeting fantasy reeled in her brain: Wade laying in a pool of sticky blood on the floor, a dime-sized bullet hole in his forehead oozing, his eyes glassy and unseeing, his mouth gaping open in a silent scream of death. She toyed with the chain handle of her satin evening bag and gritted her teeth while he rambled on. "I've seen you beg to be fucked, screaming, clawing like a cat. And you know what else? You loved it . . . and that's why you fainted when you saw me. The little homemaker couldn't eat her cake without hubby getting sore. Face it, bitch, you love showing off your cunt. You like sitting here now and showing off your legs to that greasy Arab and his friends."
"Don't talk to me like that! Quit treating me like a whore!" spat Adrian.
Perry ambled over to the bar, looking sleek and black and excited. "Boss . . . " he said, talking above Adrian's head to Wade standing on the opposite side of her. "You want me to rough her up a bit. . . you know, loosen her up? She's gone and got herself all dirty before the show." He tutted tauntingly and shook his head.
Wade's eyes sparked treacherously. "Get that gun out of the way before Sadara sees it!" Then in a softer voice, "Adrian doesn't need loosening up, do you girl? Be a good girl and uncross your legs and pull up your dress so Sadara can see your cunt."
Adrian shuddered. Wade Collins, the perfidious master of her soul, was breaking her down, eating away her self respect. Her mind fogged with scotch and mixed emotions, hate and lust, fear and lustful anticipation. Again Wade held her prisoner, foresaw her every mood and movement. Nothing matters anymore, she thought dizzily and exposed a naked sweep of bare thigh and buttocks. Slowly, staring at Sadara under fluttery eyelashes, she uncrossed her legs and let them spread, showing the tight vee where her panties covered her pouty vaginal mound.
Sadara smiled, his thin upper lip curling up to touch his hooked nose and his white caftan rustled as he stepped over to the bar and stood close enough for her to gag on his heavy perfume. "Such a beautiful woman . . . "
"Yes, isn't she?" agreed Wade, casting Adrian an admiring glance.
Sadara's dark lustful eyes raked over the lovely vision sitting provocatively on the bar stool in her shimmering evening gown, lust creating a dark aura around her body, rising like a desert mirage. A long black finger curl had fallen over her shoulder, teasing like black feathers at her cleavage that rippled as she reached for her drink, and Sadara let his Arab eyes drop to her vaginal mound fully open to him as she sat with her skirt wadded up in her lap, her heels hooked on the stool's rungs, her knees spread wide.
Sadara's heavy black eyebrows raised. "We have none so lovely in our country, but there the women are not so . . . so liberated.. . ? "
"You will see more of Adrian . . . but in a place more comfortable and intimate." Wade's Gucci shoes squeaked as he walked over to Carmen and whispered in her ear. In a flash, she stroked her henna-tinted hair smooth, yanked up the strap of her dress, tucking away the cantaloupe-sized breast and readied herself. Perry and Chet followed to another part of the house . . . through the bar room and down a long hall towards Wade's entertainment room.
Sadara's clammy hands guided Adrian by the shoulder, his musky perfume making her dizzy. As they passed the chair room, Adrian sucked in her breath with a pathetic gasp and nearly tripped on the thick pile carpeting, a cold stab of horror weakening all resistance. Behind her, Carmen tripped along with a bottle in hand. "Don't worry, baby . . . remember once is fun, twice is queer."
"Huh?"
Carmen shrugged, pulling up the forever slipping strap. "What the hell . . . you only live once," she snickered. "Neither of us are virgins, you know," she put in defensively.
Adrian's ankles wobbled in her three inch silver heels. "You'll get off on it, Adrian, honey," said Carmen as she leaned on Kim, one of Sadara's bodyguards, her fingers tracing the line of his jutting erection beneath his robe.
In Adrian's five years of absence, Wade had redecorated the entertainment room, filling it with murals of naked men and women in carnal poses. Adrian swished her hair back over her shoulder and gawked at it until her eyes fell on the round king sized bed in the middle of the room, raised slightly on a platform. The semi-circular headboard was done in a plush red velvet and the ceiling mirrors reflected its richness. Part of Wade's harem ritual was his Turkish water pipe, a gift from an old friend . . . along with a kilo of fine Moroccan hashish.
"Here you will sample all of our American delights," smiled Wade lecherously, speaking to Sadara but staring at Adrian.
Perry and Chet knelt by the water pipe and, while Chet sucked on the end of the tube, Perry struck a match and held it over the fist-sized bowl. Chet threw back his head, exhaling the sweet pungent smoke, heavy and lulling as a warm dusk on a May evening. A sigh rippled from his throat, an appreciative, lustful sigh.
"Ladies first.. . ? " Wade glared down at his ex-boxer hatchet man, his eyes blaring directives that his mouth never spoke. Wade's eyes could say a lot.. .
Carmen and Adrian sauntered drunkenly to the pipe and Carmen took the tube in her mouth, licking at the plastic end as if it were a cock, offering up a bubbled giggle. When she handed it to Adrian, she balked and turned pale.
"I . . . I don't want any.. . " Adrian shook her head, thrashing her blue-black hair about her head.
Wade caught her wrist and gave it an angry twist. She winced and tried to pull away. "I said you will have a bowl of smoke, Adrian. You know how good that always makes you feel.. . " He spoke through clenched teeth, hissing like a snake preparing to strike. With one hand clamped behind her neck, he forced her down on her knees, a picture of supplication; holding the tube to her lips, he shoved it in cruelly and watched her milky breasts heave as her lungs filled with the sickly sweet smoke. Coughing and sputtering, she handed the tube to Carmen who took a heady hit and handed it back to Adriana. A strange lightheadedness, a space with no place and time, came mercifully over her and dizzily, she glanced around while everyone took his turn.
'That's enough. And now for more of this lovely one?" Sadara was saying, wandering back to sit down on the red velvet divan positioned perfectly before the bed. His two greasy goons followed him on his heels with silly grins on their faces and Perry, taking a final puff, followed with Chet, standing by the muraled wall behind Wade. Somebody flicked a switch and the lights went dim.
Adrian felt strangely deserted, standing alone under the light with Carmen who was grinning at her with a lopsided smile and a glimmer in her eye.
"Come on!" the Arab sheik clapped his hands impatiently. "We came to see . . . "
Carmen, quick to comply, whipped off her dress in one swooshing stroke and Adrian could hear the men suck in their breath. Despite the late nights and heavy boozing, Carmen had a figure that could stop any show. She stood in a half-cup strapless brassiere and black fishnet stockings, held up by a matching lace garter belt that hugged her voluptuously rounded thighs. Panties held no status in her wardrobe, and she stood there nearly naked, her wedge of mismatched brown pubic hair showing in a little tuft below the line of her garter belt. Adrian sucked in her breath as her widened eyes fell on the swollen red pussy lips glistening with desire.
Adrian heard Wade's unspoken directives slashing lightning-like through the haze of hash smoke and slowly, she reached behind to unzip her dress. Quickly, Carmen slipped behind her and helped, was all hands, helping her pull down the zipper and get the dress off her shoulders, letting her hands slip down to cup her breasts while the tip of her tongue licked at the back of Adrian's neck and sent chilling goose bumps down her spine.
The first bolts of disgust passed by quickly. So this is the final insult. . . the bastard is trying to turn me into a lesbian! It was difficult to think with Carmen's hand working over her body, sliding down over her smoothly rippling stomach and letting her fingers tease the lips of Adrian's cunt under her G-string panties. "Let yourself go, honey . . . "
I should have shot him when I had the chance.. . thought Adrian ruefully . . . until a shudder ran through her body when one of Carmen's hands slipped behind her and undid the tiny clasp of her brassiere. Her mind, fogged by hashish and scotch slowed her reflexes, and her brassiere fluttered to the floor. Carmen's hands were everywhere, caressing and touching her, arousing her, nipping at her nipples, sliding over her buttocks and whispering over her pussy, arousing her in a way no man ever had.
Carmen swung her brunette friend around so they stood facing one another, Carmen two inches taller, so that when she licked her tongue over Adrian's succulent lips, the very tip slipped under the cleft of her upper lip, tantalizing feverishly. Adrian closed her eyes and shivered, feeling Carmen's fingers pulling her panties down, rolling them over her sleekly naked hips. They slipped low and she could feel the tips of her fingers expertly caressing her vagina, feeling unerringly for her clitoris and flicking at it with a practiced fingertip.
Hot sensuality, thick and sweet as warm honey, mounted through Adrian's aroused body and her mind drifted off to paradise as she felt Carmen's tongue tease over her lips and her fingers playing on her clitoris. Despite the horror of her situation, her body began to move in rhythm to Carmen's touches. Once again Wade had found her weakness and played on it to his own advantage. And, of course, he knew the common denominator to her lewdity: men watching, approvingly watching with hardened cocks.
When had Carmen taken her panties off? Adrian didn't remember stepping out of them. Now she stood with legs wide apart and Carmen's hand caressing her cunt . . . so moist and hot and twitching. Adrian's tongue slipped out between her rosy lips and the two of them stood licking, not kissing, as her hands went behind Carmen to undo her brassiere. From the side lines, the men were muttering and grunting approval. More than heard . . . she could feel them. The room fairly swam in a sexual heat that mingled with the heady pungent odor of hashish as the two women stood nipple to nipple, naked except for Carmen's garter belt and stockings and high heels. Their tongues sparred in lesbian love while Carmen reached out and slid a snaky finger all the way up into Adrian's seeping cunt. Automatically, Adrian's hands went up to caress Carmen's swollen breasts, to tease her nipples into taut erection, arousing her with a feminine knowledge of what she herself would appreciate.
Sadara was going crazy! He roiled in his chair, his penis pumping in one hand hidden under his caftan. He sat with his wet dark eyes watching the two women while both of his bodyguards had their cocks out playing with themselves while watching in a drugged, unblinking stupor.
He watched the two women going wild, touching each other's body, fluttering over naked flesh. The shorter one, the one with the black hair was the one he couldn't keep his eyes off of. She had a magnificent body with high full breasts, a tiny waist and full long thighs and she stood now, with her legs slightly bent and spread apart, her pelvis thrust obscenely out while the red head slid two fingers in and out of her swollen cunt. Sadara's eyes riveted on her cunt, full and open with passion and from where he sat, he could see the pink walls of her cunt glistening with lust.
Wade watched from his chair, feeling the excitement and sexual tension in the room mount to electrifying proportions as the two naked women stood face to face, their tongues licking. He saw Carmen's free hand go slowly to her breast and take one of Adrian's teasing hands and slowly guide it down over her smooth stomach, through the forest of her pubic curls to the heat of femininity.
Adrian didn't resist as Carmen guided her hand down until she felt her softly curling pubic hair. From there, her fingers explored, touching, feeling, reveling in the beauty of another woman's anatomy. She let the tip of her middle finger slide between Carmen's swollen cuntal lips and threw back her head, momentarily breaking their lesbian kiss, while she thrilled at touching another woman's vagina . . . so soft and smooth, warm and wet. Her long finger slid along the moistened slit, feeling the juices and the excitement mounting as Carmen rolled her pelvis downward and out and spread her legs, bending them slightly at the knees.
Their breath bathed each other's face, so closely they stood, their stomachs and breasts touching as they swayed their shoulders back and forth, rubbing their nipples against each other as Adrian, with a wild thrill, felt her finger slide up into Carmen's warm wet cunt. She fucked in and out of that warm wet hole as the two of them pumped their hips in a perfect harmony of lesbian lust.
The room fell silent, save for the rustling of caftans as sex hung heavy in the air and every eye was riveted on the two women moving and caressing each other obscenely. Adrian, her eyes closed, her eye lashes fluttery over her cheek bones, felt her body aflame with passion from the liquor and hashish and Carmen's expert caresses. Suddenly the other woman's middle finger pulled out of her sucking cunt and her hands slipped around her. Carmen was cupping her buttocks in her hands and pulling her forward, smashing their pubic mounds together.
Immediately, Adrian cupped the cheeks of Carmen's soft buttocks and the two nearly naked women stood in the center of the room with their knees bent, their thighs flush against one another, their backs arched away from each other, their heads thrown back in abandon and their hair hanging fee as they ground their cunts together. Adrian felt the thrill of her pubic hair slipping on Carmen's wet cunt and the electric excitement of
Carmen's pubic hair scraping over her swollen clitoris and teasing it to wicked heights of arousal. Occasionally, their swollen pussy lips would meet in a fleeting kiss and they would groan and clutch each other more fiercely, and pump and grind.
Adrian was dizzy with lust, unable to maintain her balance; she started to fall, not caring what happened to her so long as this delicious torment continued while the men watched. Her clitoris burned as if someone was holding a lighted match to it, making it swell and throb.
Sadara gave a cry of delight as Adrian fell on the divan, sprawling across it with her legs split wide over a corner. Carmen was right there . . . she pulled Adrian's hips forward until they were right on the corner and then she spread her friend's legs wide. Adrian let them fall open with a lazy lewd motion. Adrian knelt up between them then and, using the palms of her hands to force her thighs still wider apart, she leaned over Adrian and saw her milk-white belly flowing up to her huge breasts. Carmen's tongue darted out to lick at Adrian's navel, eliciting a long moan of delight.
Slowly, Carmen began licking down the reclining brunette's stomach, finally burying her face in her darkly curling pubic hair and seeing Adrian's cunt open and twitch convulsively like a fish's mouth, begging in a rhythmic way as it glistened with crazy excitement.
Every man in the room sat forward, watching Adrian's cunt with wild awe. The brunette woman turned lesbian wanted them to crowd around her.. . wanted them to fuck her one after another while Carmen continued to make beautiful love to her. She wanted it all . . . cocks, clits, testicles and breasts.
Carmen's tongue darted out and slowly licked around Adrian's puffy cuntal lips while Adrian's whole body shook and goose bumped with desire. She thrust her hips up, rotating them and spread her legs wide as they would go while the men murmured and groaned.
Slowly, so torturously slowly, Carmen's tongue snaked up and down her cunt, barely touching it, teasing it like fluttering feathers. Adrian groaned aloud at the electrifying thrill and her body ground and writhed, longing for more.. . begging for more.
In a flicker of an eyelash, Carmen plunged her tongue into the steaming depths of Adrian's aching cunt and Adrian bent her knees and pulled them back and up so that they crushed against her magnificent breasts. Carmen's tongue sucked at the juicy softness of her friends' vagina, delighting in the pungent taste of another woman's arousal. Then she pulled her tongue out to work at the trembling woman's clitoris that kept moving out of reach as Adrian's hips ground lewdly into the sofa.
Carmen, wild with desire, broke the soul kiss and fell on top of her like a man, her tongue licking out. "Did you like that, baby?" she whispered in her ear as her pussy ground down hard on Adrian's nakedly exposed cunt.
"Oh, dear God . . . yessssl"
"Would you do it to me?"
"Anything!" Adrian answered in a throaty voice as their bodies, covered with a sheen of sweat writhed together on the sofa. Heat of arousal rose like steam from their bodies as they licked each other's tongues and rubbed their cunts together. The men left their seats to come and watch, sweat standing out on their oily faces as they licked their lips, their mouths suddenly dry from hashish and a savage desire to fuck the two women who were clawing at each other's bodies like alley cats on a full moon night.
And that was no exaggeration. Adrian was in a state until now inexperienced and Carmen's adage ran through her mind: "Once is fun . . . " The more the two of them writhed and licked, stroked and caressed, the wilder they became. Adrian was in a crazy, heated surging passion . . . a whirlpool of lust. A feeling that surpassed the bliss of orgasm sizzled in her veins, numbing her brain and sparking her nerve endings. Her eyes were closed tight, her teeth gritted and bared. She wrapped her long tanned legs around Carmen's waist and locked her slender ankles and squeezed with all her strength, flattening her yearning cunt against Carmen's. They moaned and licked and twisted on the sofa while their hips pumped and they rocked back and forth, humping each other. They rocked too far, teetered and fell to the floor in a crash.
Dazed, Adrian rose up on her hands and knees and looked around. Carmen was next to her on the rug, sprawled spread-eagle on her back. As Adrian crawled toward her, groaning, eyelashes fluttering, Carmen slowly bent her knees and spread her legs wide, opening her moist cunt to Adrian and all the men in the room.
Adrian's shimmering body crawled between her friend's legs and her green shadowing eyes looked down at her. The heat of her sex seemed to steam from Carmen's pussy and for the first time, Adrian saw another woman as an object of sexual desire. Bending her elbows slightly, she lowered her breasts so that her puckered nipples just touched Carmen's. She let her torso sway back and forth, rubbing her nipples over Carmen's firm breasts; then, sensing the men in the room and knowing her bare buttocks were open to them, she split her legs wide, stretching her knees out until they touched the insides of Carmen's thighs. Every man in the room, all of them, as one, moved closer to see Adrian's cunt spread wide and pink and begging.
With delicious languidity, she lowered her naked body onto Carmen who thrust her hips up desirously, and slowly lowered her weight until she was pressed against Carmen's naked flesh and their wetly seeping cunts met. Adrian pumped her hips while Sadara, on the floor, watched, peering, his breath coming in quick little pants.
Everyone seemed hypnotized by the taste and smell of lust in the room. No one spoke; all pressed closer. Adrian could feel their hot breath, so close were they, and they sucked in their breath disbelievingly as Carmen cupped her breasts in her trembling hands, cupping and tilting them, offering them up to Adrian's sucking mouth.
With a deep throated moan, Adrian bent her head and her velvety tongue poked out to lick at a hardened nipple, feeling strangely excited at licking another woman's breasts . . . soft and satiny. She did what would excite Carmen: she slid down and took one of the rosebud nipples in her hot mouth and gently sucked on it while the tips of her teeth nibbled teasingly.
An inhuman need to claw and writhe and drive herself away from this sweet torment and into orgasm overcame her. Her body was aflame, from the tips of her diamond-chip nipples to her curled under toes and she wiggled down over Carmen who bent her knees while her hands played with Adrian's shimmering black hair. Her hot tongue tip found the jewel of Adrian's navel and played there for a teasing moment.
In Adrian's drugged mind, it felt as if she were a spectator, watching herself, outside of herself, another person watching two other women make love. The sight was damnably exciting.
Am I really doing this? she wondered vaguely. Am I really licking her thighs?
Her eyes opened to tiny green slits, her eyelids heavy with passion and there, not an inch away, at the apex of Carmen's silken thighs, was her red fringed cunt, dripping with love juices and pouting for attention. Adrian's red tipped fingers seemed to belong to somebody else as she gently spread the swollen hair fringed lips and Carmen's pussy-bright pink, moist, sizzling-was there, an eyelash length away.
Am J going to do it? she asked herself. Am I going to lick a cunt? She wondered at the taste. . . would it be disgusting? Would she feel ill from it? Women were attracted to a man's musky spermy taste . . . but wouldn't a woman's be repulsive? Only one way to find out.. .
Slowly her tongue slid out from between her succulent lips and Adrian closed her eyes and buried her head in Carmen's loins and felt the pulpy pulsating heat and moistness of Carmen's vagina as her tongue darted and wiggled towards it. She paused a moment to taste the juices, as one would an exotic dish. It tasted wonderful!
Carmen wrapped her legs around Adrian's swanlike neck and thrust her hips up and undulated and moaned, her arms flailing out, all control of her nervous system gone . . . like a live fish being skinned, she was all nerves. They writhed across the floor, rolling over once so that Adrian lay flat on her back with Carmen on her stomach, vagina on Adrian's face as her hips pumped up and down against the maddening thrusts of Adrian's slithering tongue. Thrashing her red hair about her head, Carmen let out a banshee cry that sounded demonically pagan and wild and she leaped to her feet, her breasts heaving, screamed: "Let me! Let me!" She pulled Adrian to her feet and the two naked women stood facing one another, staring at each other with glassy eyes and sweat glistening bodies.
"Let me fuck you!" Carmen guided Adrian by the shoulders to the sofa where she eased her down on the sofa and lay flat on her back, her legs spread wide. She lay in a dream of lust. She bent her knees and let her long legs fall to either side of the sofa so that they all could see her crying cunt. Carmen watched, her eyes half swollen shut, her fingertips idly playing in the playground of her cunt, as Perry and Chet came forward, Perry carrying something that resembled a shaft with straps and buckles attached. Both men glared down at Adrian with a wild, tight expression; both wanted her, but they knew their pecking order and they knelt around Carmen and began adjusting the straps.
Adrian's green eyes widened as they fell on the dildo, an artificial cock that hung obscenely from Carmen's loins like some kind of Halloween costume. One tight strap crossed her buttocks, pinching the flesh; they fastened a strap around each thigh and adjusted the buckles so that the prick was erect.. . menacingly erect. Bending her knees and using one hand, Carmen deftly slipped a smaller end of the dildo into her own cunt and gave it a few twirls, fucking herself.
When she was near orgasm, she cupped her hands in front of her and Perry poured massage oil into her palms. Then, ceremoniously, Carmen approached Adrian on the sofa, provocatively, her hips swaying while her hands smeared oil up and down the length of the artificial penis.
Adrian was ready for any thing! Past memories of Wade's chair fluttered through her mind like butterflies on wing, and only the pleasure invaded the moment. Adrian thrust her hips up and her hands squeezed her milky breasts as she offered all of her sex to Carmen in this final depravity. Carmen crawled on the sofa, between Adrian's taut thighs and the men in the room gawked at her strapped thighs and buttocks.
Slowly, she lowered herself as Adrian slid her hands under her buttocks and lifted her hips up so that her pouting pussy jutted out and her cunt twitched, searching to entrap the dildo in its hot walls.
Carmen, with lewd cunning, rubbed the head of that plastic shaft up and down the lubricated slit of her friend's vagina, searching for the entrance. Adrian squeezed her eyes shut and let her head loll back and forth, her breasts sticking up and quivering and glistening with sweat. "Fuck me!" she breathed, her voice no more than a hoarse whisper. "Fuck me like a man!"