Chapter 4
As long as she could hear the heavy even breathing of the sleeping Charlene, Lily Wharton knew she was safe. She listened attentively for any change in that sound as she silently worked her way out from beneath the heavy bleached-blonde woman.
She dressed quickly, but silently, barely breathing herself for fear of waking Charlene. Her blouse was in tatters where Billy Slade had slashed it. But she couldn't worry about that now. She threw on her thin woolen coat, pulling it tightly around her.
Then she took a quick glance in the mirror over the old wooden dresser. She could hardly believe her eyes. She almost didn't recognize her own eyes ... they seemed haunted, afraid, and filled with a loathesome knowledge of her own obscene carnality. Her face looked blue where Slade had hit her in the jaw, and here eyes were rimmed with red from all the tears she had shed.
Just as she reached the door, something very strange in her heart made her hesitate just as she touched the door handle. She froze there for a moment, torn by an awful feeling of confusion.
Where would she go from here, she wondered. Would she starve to death, homeless and alone on the desolate streets of New York.
For here, in this strange situation, for the first time in her life she had been wanted. Fat Freddie, as grotesque as his huge body was, as obscene as the experience of oral sex she had been forced into, Fat Freddie had liked her, had been kind to her.
And Charlene, with her brassy bleached hair, her thickly made up face, her toughness, had embraced her as no one ever had before, had given her the warmth of allowing human touch that she had never even known with her mother.
But they were crazy! They were sick! Possibly even willing to take her life! She had to leave ... escape while she could.
Somewhere, even though her life had been one long bleak history of oppression, inside of her still glimmered a ray of hope for a better life. And her instinct for preservation, for survival, broke through her hesitation, as she opened the door and quietly sneaked out into the hallway.
She looked around, fearing that she would encounter Billy Slade or Fat Freddie in the hallway. But the corridor was empty.
She walked to the elevator. A feeling of elation overcame her, She would make it! She was almost free!
She stepped out in the shabby lobby of the hotel. The desk clerk looked up. Something in his cold stare sent a chill through her body. She walked past him. Suddenly he called out to her- "Miss," he said.
Reflexively she stopped to answer him. "Y-yes?"
He stepped out from behind the desk. He grabbed her arm harshly with his bony fingers. Something in his voice seemed menacing.
"Ain't you with Billy Slade and them circus people?" he asked.
Something inside her warned her not to answer. Something told her to just say no and continue to the doors.
"No," she said and tried to pull away. But he held her fast.
"You're lying. I saw you come in with Billy."
"Let go of me!" she cried out. She knew instinctively that his intentions were evil.
He laughed viciously and slapped her face. "Shut up. You'll bring the fuzz!"
But that was just what she wanted. The police. She would not feel safe until se had gone to the police, until these crazy and dangerous people had been arrested. Who knows how many other girls beside herself had been their victim. She pulled herself violently away from him but he caught her fast again.
"Oh, a wild one!" he grinned.
And then she began to scream. He cupped his hand over her mouth to silence her and then dragged her into the little office behind the front desk.
She struggled wildly to free herself, but though he was tall and thin he had powerful wiry muscles, and she was no match for him. He kept one hand over her mouth while with the other he reached into a drawer and pulled out a short, snub-nosed pistol.
Her terror now made her quiet and she stopped struggling.
He was grinning oddly at her now.
"You're my ticket outta here," he said.
"W-what are you talking about."
"Hah!" he laughed without humor. "I bet you think I'm just a dumb desk clerk right. But I ain't I'm somebody too. I keep tellin' Billy I'd be good in a carnival I keep tellin' him. But he thinks I'm nobody too. But now I've got you ... And I'm gonna turn you over to Billy. Then they'll show me some respect.
"Now," he continued. "I'm gonna make sure you ain't gonna get away. Gonna make sure." He was talking fast and nervous. He was excited. Lily could see that. And the gun was trembling in his hand. She prayed it wouldn't go off by accident.
"Please," she whispered. "Put the gun away... I won't make any trouble."
"Oh, no," he repeated. "You're my ticket outta here ... outta here...."
"But ... but they're sick," she said. "They're wicked ... you must let me go. I-I've never done anything to you." She rubbed her face where it was black and blue. "Billy hit me there ... and they... they did other things to me... brutal things. Please ... just let me go."
"Don't talk that way about my friends," he said. They're gonna take me with them. Gonna take me outta here... outta this crazy city. Gonna go on the road with the carnival..." He smiled oddly. Lily could see now that the man was unhinged. She knew she wouldn't be able to reason with him. Perhaps she could strike a bargain with him. She had nothing to lose anymore.
"If you let me go," she said, her eyes suddenly coy, "I can make it worth your while."
"Oh yeah ... how's that?"
"I can make you feel good." The too-sweet suggestive sound of her own voice made her almost sick, but she knew there was no other way for her to get free. If she didn't escape now, she would spend the rest of her days-until they disposed of her- with those perverted and horrible people.
"Well," he said leeringly, "let's see what ya got. Ya look kinda skinny to me."
She hesitated a moment out of fear. She had never done anything like this before in her life.
"Go on," he said. "Let's see the goods."
Shyly she opened her coat. Her breasts were bare beneath her torn blouse and though she was terribly embarrassed, it was now a question of survival.
A surge of power overcame the meek desk clerk. She was his prisoner now. He could turn her over to Billy Slade-later-if he wanted to. But now she was his. He had the gun and she would do whatever he wanted her to. Shit! He'd kill her if she didn't!
He could see her erect pink nipples barely covered by the torn blouse. Shit! She had a gorgeous pair of tits! You never would have thought such a skinny broad had such great tits, he thought.
"Open your blouse, baby ... take it off ..." he said his voice cracking with lust.
"Oh God!" he moaned at the sight of those two bare melon-like breasts. The gun was still in his hand as he rubbed the swell of his cloth-encased cock and began unconsciously stroking up and down on the rock-hard bulge with rapid, rhythmic motion.
"Jesus!" he groaned. It'd been so long since he'd had a woman ... it'd been months. And then it had only been with an old whore who couldn't pay for her room. Not a beautiful young thing like this.
He placed the gun down on a table-but just within reach. He wasn't stupid. Let her just try and grab for it... let her just try.
In an instant Lily's foot shot out and hit him hard in the stomach. He reeled backwards and fell against the door. Lily grabbed the gun, picked it up. Her hand was shaking but she tightened her grip to hold it steady.
He looked her straight in the eyes, trying to judge whether or not to lunge for the gun.
"You'd better not move," she said. "You'd better not... I -- I'll shoot if you do."
"Damn you ... damn you!" he cried out. His disappointment was overwhelming. Why did he have to fail at everything? She was gonna be his ticket out of here. That was one thing. And for another, his cock had got so big and hard, he had wanted to fuck her so bad. And now all his hopes were dashed to the ground. "You little bitch!" he whimpered.
She was backing toward the door now, her eyes never leaving his crouched figure. Still staring at him, she reached behind her and felt for the doorknob. She found it and opened it and then-Lily felt a strong arm around her waist and a hand grabbing the gun from hers. She had been taken completely by surprise, completely off guard.
Now Charlene stood in the doorway, gun in hand, a big grin on her bright red mouth.
"You're all so smart," she said. "But I win in the end ... I always do."
Lily was terrified now of reprisal.
"Don't look so pathetic, Neil," she said to the clerk. "I suppose this was gonna be yer big moment, huh?" She smiled cruelly. "Well, you blew it, Neil. You'll always blow it."
"I-I thought maybe if I brought her back you'd let me travel with you."
"You're a loser, Neil. What good are you to us?"
"I can do something," he pleaded. "Anything. I hate it here. Please!"
"Do you give good head, Neil baby?" Charlene smiled. "I coulduse a guy who really knows how to eat pussy."
"Sure ... sure ..." said Neil...
He was rubbing his crotch... Charlene's proposition had given him a hard-on again.
"But I don't do it back, ya dig?" she said. "You wanna come with us, you eat me, I don't gotta do nothing back. Understand?"
But now his eyes were glazed over with lust.
"You horny son-of-a-bitch," Charlene grinned. "I won't do nothin', but Lily here, she gives good head ... she'll eat your dick and you can eat my pussy. You like cock, dontcha kid?"
Lily shook her head and closed her eyes. Oh God, the nightmare was only beginning.
"You ate Fat Freddie real good, didn't ya."
Now Charlene pointed the gun at her. "I can't stand to see a man in need like that. Where's your sympathy honey? Help the guy out."
Neil unzipped his fly and his burgeoning cock shot forth hot and red from his pants. He stroked it smoothly with his own hand.
"Come on," said Charlene ... "Suck him."
Neil was pressing this throbbing shaft of hot flesh against her slightly parted red lips now.
"Come on, suck it, you little cock-teaser," he said.
Lily knew that once again she had no choice. She parted her lips and her little pink tongue shot out to flick tentatively at the spongy purple cockhead, where a pearl-like drop of seminal fluid glistened in the tiny crevice.
"I said suck it!" Neil said, trying to recoup his pride after the blow it had suffered.
She ovalled her lush lips and encircled the hotly pulsating head. Then she drew the thick pole of flesh still another inch deeper into her mouth, Lily stared in horror at the thick length of the purple- veined cock slipping into her mouth.
"Now, you're gonna do the same for me," said Charlene, who lifted her skirt and dropped her panties to the floor.
Then she knelt down so that she could put her pussy right over Neil's face. "Go on," she said to Lily, who was staring up in astonishment. "Don't stop sucking Neil off, while he tongues my hungry cunt."
Neil's tongue began to lick at the moistly heated lips of Charlene's cunt, while at the same time Lily now had more than half of his lust-bloated cock inside her mouth. And the sight of her lips straining around his rigid member like tight elastic increased the incredible hotly swirling sensations shooting up the length of his cock now. He thrust still more of his red-hot poker into her bulging cheeks and finally got it in almost to the root.
Then, treating her mouth as if it were pussy, he slowly pulled his cock back as she sucked with a slow excruciating motion. At the same time, he ran his tongue over the succulent pink flesh of Charlene's pussy slit, then abruptly withdrew it to titillate the nub of her desire-maddened clitoris.
She was some hot broad, Charlene was, he thought. Too fat for his taste, and too old and too ugly, but shit, she sure loved sex. He could see from the expression on her passion-flushed face that she was really loving it, and he forced his lips and tongue where they would do the most good.
And then the thought suddenly dawned on him- two broads, he was having two broads at onetime. A moment ago he had felt lost and helpless, and now he was living what most men only dreamed of. Him, Neil Cassidy, the meek desk clerk nobody respected, was having sex with two broads at one time!
He continued to suck Charlene's hotly seeping pussy mouth, sliding his hungry tongue deep into her crazily clutching cunt. Then quickly he withdrew it to swirl once more over her fluted rose cuntal lips before thrusting it still deeper up into her clinging passage. Her fat white thighs were quivering helplessly on either side of his face and he could hear her moaning with pleasure.
He could feel the pulsating smooth walls of her pussy sheath surrounding his invading tongue, making Neil feel as if she was trying to pull it all the way deep inside of her. He was amazed at the power of Charlene's cuntal muscles.
"Unnnhhhhh ... Ohhhh hhhh ... ahhhh hhhh-hh..." the big blonde chanted breathlessly as Neil's tongue snaked even deeper up into her hotly quivering pussy. "Unnhhhh ... Oooooohhhh, Neil ... you're such a mannnnnn!"
At the same time Lily's miserable whimpers mingled with Neil and Charlene's sounds of pleasure as she tried to keep from gagging on the red-hot stiffness in her mouth.
Neil Cassidy had never in his wildest dreams imagined that such happiness could be his. He could barely imagine anything better than this, when suddenly Charlene, overcome by the wanton perversity of this oral triangle, threw her body down across Neil's chest. It drove him half-mad with pleasure to feel her soft, fleshy breasts against his chest, and then he felt an even more incredible surge of pleasure as he realized that there were now two female tongues swirling around the enormously huge shaft of rock-hard flesh protruding from his groin.
"Aaaahhhhhh hhhhh!" he groaned mindlessly, digging his tongue deeper up into the hotly writhing wetness of Charlene's cunt, which still pressed hard against his lips. It was the most fantastic thing he had ever experienced in his life. While Lily sucked his cock hard into her mouth, Charlene's tongue swirled madly around the rest of it-the full length of it on the outstroke, and the base of it when Lily sucked his cock deep into her mouth.
This dual stimulation of his lust-throbbing cock ... the maternal softness of Charlene's enormously fleshy breasts, and the sweet odor wafting from her cunt, made his lust-bloated testicles churn wildly with sperm.
Then, as Lily's mouth slid smoothly over the length of his hotly throbbing member-at the same time that his own mouth was devouring Charlene's passion-drenched pussy-great swirls of lust were building deep inside him as suddenly he felt Charlene's mouth nibbling maddeningly at his sperm-filled balls.
In the little back office of the cheap New York hotel, the three intertwined figures bucked and slaved over one another as overpowering currents of depraved and lustful electricity turned their bodies into a crazily writhing mass of white-hot flesh. Even Lily, once again, had not been able to stave off the fires of her own desire, and now, her own hand rubbed madly at her genitals as they all strove toward their climaxes. As the obscene tempo of their passion increased, the three felt themselves spinning uncontrollably in a swirling maelstrom of deep and obscene lust.
Neil was muttering incoherently now as the two women avidly mouthed his cock and balls. Lily, caught up now in the obscene rhythm of their triad of lust, was whipping her tongue in rapid staccato motions around the dilating glans of his cock and an inhuman groan came from deep in his throat as Charlene, at the same time, lapped voraciously but gently at his lust-bloated balls.
"Oh... oh... oh... Oh Godddddd!" he cried out in an agony of lustful passion. "Oh... oh... oh... oh ... I'm cummmmmm mminggggg!"
And then, without warning, a searing flood of his white-hot semen spurted out into Lily's hotly sucking mouth and cascaded down her throat. The poor girl was caught by surprise and she choked and gasped, swallowing every drop of his burning semen. Charlene, her eyes gleaming with mad lust licked crazily at the trails of sperm that had dribbled down to his balls, at the same time grinding her burning pussy harder against Neil's still-licking mouth.
And Lily had shifted her position. Her hand had worked crazily against her clitoris, but it wasn't enough. She needed more, needed contact with Neil. And so she shifted her position, straddling Neil's leg, ad she ground her cunt hard against his thigh, striving for her own climax.
The long-pent-up semen rushed up from Neil's exploding testicles as spasm after spasm of ecstatic release shuddered through his entire body. And his face was still pressed up against Charlene's madly churning pussy, his tongue, as if of its own will, digging frantically up into her hotly clasping cunt as his climax sent skyrockets through his mind and body.
And then suddenly Lily's body began to stiffen. Her slender torso arched up high over his thigh and her semen-filled mouth pulled away from his still-spurting cock as she wailed out her own incredible climax. Then, as soon as it was over, overcome immediately with shame, she fell across his thighs, wailing and still spasming and crying in degradation.
At the same moment that Lily's lips left Neil's still-spasming cock, Charlene's lips surrounded it and she sucked with all her might on the ejaculating thickness to drain every last drop of hot male semen. And the utter depravity of laving up his cock after another woman had already sucked it, suddenly shoved Charlene's own body over the brink into the endless chasm of ecstasy.
"I'm cummminngggg gggg!" she wailed. "Oh, God! I'm cummmmiiiinnggggg!"
For what seemed an eternity the three spasming bodies shuddered and writhed in a mass of carnal satisfaction, Lily's cries of shame mixing with the other's groans of pleasure.
Again, her body had betrayed her. She was doomed now, she knew. She would never escape. And even if she did escape from these captors, from Charlene and Billy Slade, she would always be a slave to the horrible betrayal of her own lusting body.