Chapter 6
Jane now feeling completely embarrassed as she staggered about the room trying to put on her clothes said: "You promised! You promised!"
"Yeah, sure I promised," Benson said, "I promised to give you the antidote in time to nave you, not today!"
"I don't understand!" Jane said.
"There's one little more requirement I have of you, my dear . . . I want you to come back here tomorrow night to attend a little party I'm throwing for some of my friends!"
"Yeah, "Luke said as he buttoned his pants, Wm one of Doc's friends and I'll be there! You can bet on that!"
Jane could not believe what she was hearing! This was the most incredible form of blackmail!
"You can't get away with this!" she continued.
"Oh, yes I can," Benson replied. "I don't see why we have to belabor the point, I've already told you its fool proof. . . because no one will believe you!"
Jane walked towards the door and did not look back.
"See you tomorrow at 7:00," Benson said. All the way home Jane was plagued and tormented by the incredible life-threatening situation she had found herself in.
What was she going to do?
Although she hated to admit it: Benson's cruel and dastardly cunning scheme was fool proof! It was as though she had been sold into the black market to some heartless flesh peddler! It was impossible for her to believe that this incredible situation was happening to her in modern day civilization! There was absolutely no way she could afford to call Benson's bluff! It was like playing Russian Roulette and not knowing whether the gun was loaded or not!
WHAT IF THE GUN WAS LOADED?!
When Jack came home from the office, Jane tried her best to hide the incredible feeling of helplessness which was beginning to take complete control of her.
"I have to go back to the doctor's tomorrow night," she said to Jack.
"Oh," he replied, "your arm's really giving you trouble, eh?"
"Yes," she lied as she turned her head away from Jack to hide the tears of shame which were copiously flooding her pretty, dark, sensual eyes!
"O.K., " Jack said, "when will you be home, about nine?"
"I guess so," Jane said without thinking.
God! She didn't know when she would be home, did she? Jesus! But there was absolutely no way she could lie her way out of it now!
"Yeah," Jack said, "I'm going to be home a little early tomorrow myself. I should get home about ten. So we can have a little fun!"
What an incredible perverted irony was ruling the situation! Here Jack was coming home early to be with her and God knows what she would be doing tomorrow night!
It was extremely early in the morning when Jane awoke, probably about four o'clock. She gazed over to Jack's side of the bed and noticed that he was gone. Jack was a good worker and he was always at the office bright and early today and this was no exception. The blue, cold moonlight shone starkly through Jane's bedroom window and she could see the snow-capped houses just beyond her curtains. She hadn't forgot about the incredible situation she was helplessly trapped in and she knew that tonight would roll around at an incredibly fast pace.
Although she was terrified on a conscious level, there was another feeling eating at her on an unconscious level. She was extremely nervous, and just couldn't keep her hands from shaking. She tried desperately to go back to sleep, but found that her eyes kept popping back open as though they were steel springs attached to her eyelids. She began walking nervously around the room, kneading her hands together as the sweat began to pour off of her married brow. She was desperate for some kind of relief, something to dissipate the tremendous nervous energy which was pulsing through her married body like a million tiny needles!
Never before in her life had she been plunged into such a situation where sexuality was so blatant. It seemed that Benson and his associates operated completely on an animal level, that they were interested only in the pleasures that the human body could bring. She knew scarce little about this type of thing and was fearfully afraid of what was to come.
At the same time her fears were triggered, her curiosity was aroused. She wondered what kinds of things these strange people would ask her to do. Then Jane remembered something about a year ago, one of her girlfriends had given her a stack of "naughty magazines" as a joke. Jane remembered that she had not thrown the magazines away, but had hidden them under a pile of sheets in the linen closet. Jane's curiosity was geared up just enough to compel her to go and get the forbidden objects, and she placed them on the nightstands as she lay back down on the bed. Almost shyly, as though she were looking into somebody else's bedroom, she opened the first page of the first magazine atop the stack and looked curiously on the first picture.
The photograph was of a thin, brunette girl stretched insinuatingly out on a bed of satin sheets. There was no one else on the bed, but Jane quickly noticed that the girl's huge, firm, melonish breasts had blood-red nipples which were distended and erect, as though someone had been sucking on them. The girl's eyes were soft and moist and there was a look of vague longing on her face as though she were saying to all of the male readers of the magazine:
"Come on all you big, strong men! Here I am! Wouldn't you like to run your fingers through my hair? Wouldn't you like to touch my soft, smooth female flesh? Wouldn't you like to kiss my hot, blood-red lips and feel my tongue snake wildly down your throat? Look! Look! Look at my teenage tits! Wouldn't you like to plant your lips on my luscious nipples and take them into your mouth and feel my hot, rubbery flesh against your tongue and feel my hands run through your hair? My tongue is magic, baby, magic! Just wait'll I brush my fluttering tongue-tip against the thick, spongy head of your naked cock! Your balls will swell and the veins of your prick will rush with blood as I take your dick between my luscious lips! Wouldn't you love to feel my hands squeezing your balls, pinching your ass. Oh yes, lover wouldn't you just love to fuck my face! Ummm! You could grab my ears and ride my hot, juicy mouth until your nude cock blasted my belly with the sizzling load of your blood-red cock! Yeah, wouldn't you love it? I'd do anything you want; Baby, anything! I'd let you run your tongue over my naked ass! Yeah! You'd love the way it smells, baby, you'd love the way it smells! Wouldn't you just love to feel the pinkish folds of my naked vagina brushing against your nose and lips, and smell my cunt, huh? Oh yeah, you'd love it, you'd love it baby! You'd love to feel the soft flesh of my inner legs rubbing against your face? Wouldn't you love to feel my pussy juices flood your face? Wouldn't you love to hear me say, Ummmmm, lick me! Lick me good, lover. Make me cum!
"Yeah, lover, I've got some body! Wouldn't you like to fuck my pussy? My cunt's tight, baby, real tight! Like a rubber glove! Ummmmm, yes! My pussy'll squeeze and tighten around your naked dick like a vice and make your balls swell and bloat until you scream in agony! And, if you really want to try something wild, lover, wouldn't you just love to fuck me in the ass? Wouldn't you just love to stick your cock up my asshole? Yeah, that's the ultimate tightness, baby, the ultimate tightness. Just think of it? My firm, round asscheeks spread eagle to reveal the pouting, puckered ring of my naked ass just saying, "Come here! Penetrate me! Shove it up me!" And the feeling! Oh yes! When your cock gets squeezed by my prick, you'll go out of your mind! Wouldn't you just love to squirt your cum up my asshole? I'd love it! Fd love to feel your cum racing way up my naked anus!"
Jane suddenly blinked her eyes and came back to reality. Boy! That picture was sure having a strange effect on her! How much of it was real and how much of what was happening at the moment was her imagination? And why was Jane suddenly so engrossed in the picture? Normally, she wouldn't have given this kind of book a second thought, but something was compelling her to look further. It was though she were the legendary maiden Pandora opening the forbidden box! Jane's fingers turned the pages slowly to reveal the next picture which was a full page spread.
Jane's eyes almost popped out of her head when she saw the next photograph:
"Hey baby," the black man said, "Look at this big, hot cock!"
"Jesus Christ," the girl seemed to say. "That's the biggest cock I've ever seen!"
"Yeah, honey! You'd love my big black dick in your white pussy!"
"Yes!" the girl said, "Stick it in. Fuck me please!"
"Ahhh!" the girl seemed to say as the black giant firmly impaled her naked cunt with the steely rod of his incredible erection.
"Like it, baby?" the black stud said, "Like my black dick in your white cunt, eh?"
"Yes! I want all of it in me! All of it! I want to feel it bang against my belly!"
"Yeah? How much do you want it?"
"I want it real bad."
"How bad?"
"Please, come on! FUCK ME, PLEASE."
"Aw, you gotta beg me for it! Come on, now beg!"
"Please! Please! I need to fuck! I want to fuck!"
Jane suddenly realized that it was herself who was creating this strange fantasy over this photograph! It was as though the photograph has unleashed a barrage of images and emotions which were boiling just beneath the surface of Jane's feminine psyche. Whether it was an expression of the fear which lurked in her mind in nervous anticipation of the coming evening, or merely her long-suppressed female curiosity coming to the surface, the picture seemed to take on a complete life of its own, and Jane turned the page to reveal the next step 'in the photograph: The black stud had shoved his meaty cock all the way into the clinging fissure of the white girl's naked pussy and had placed his huge, paw-like hands on her white, freely offered buttocks so that her naked pubis was flush against the black stud's naked pelvis.
"Jesus! It's so deep in me!" the white girl seemed to say. "So thick and big and deep, ummmmm!"
"Yeah baby," the black stud said, "You love it, eh, come on! Say you love it and I'll start ridin you!"
"Yeah, I love it," the girl said. "I love it I love to fuck!"
"Yeah, and you really love to fuck black men, don't you?"
"Yes, I love a big, black, hot juicy dick in me!"
"You want me to fuck you?"
"Please, take me down on the bed! Take me down on the bed and fuck me until I cum and scream!"
Jane felt her body tingle with a strange, compelling urge; she felt her skin glow with a raw, primal heat, and she felt the married flesh of her vagina tremble with a strange anticipation, as though she secretly wanted to be in that picture, in the same situation as the girl!
God! She said to herself. Just what kind of things was she thinking about? Nice girls didn't think things like that! Why was she so compelled to keep spinning these fantasies in her mind? More importantly why was her body reacting in such a blatantly physical way?
Jane started to shut the magazine, but just before she had closed the page, she looked closely at the white girl, and just for a second, she blinked her eyes in disbelief as she actually saw her own face and body in the photograph! Then the vision vanished.
Jesus! Just what was going on here?
As though she were in some kind of hypnotic trance, Jane turned the page to reveal the shocking sight of the black stud and the sumptuous white girl on the bed. The picture was obviously taken at the height of the action, for the black man had splayed the nude white girl salaciously out on the bed. She was flat on her back and her long, white, tapering legs were spread almost painfully apart to reveal the incredibly lewd sight of the black giant's massive cock inexorably embedded in the ragged, pink folds of her pussy as she flung her head back as though she were experiencing a tremendous burst of unmentionable, frantic passion.
"Yes, yes!" the girl said in the ear of Jane's mind. "Yeah, ride me! Fuck me!"
"Deeper bitch? Deeper?"
"Yes, please, deeper!"
"O.K., here we go!"
Jane's wild imagination seemed to take off where the picture ended, and she closed her eyes to watch the incredible scene come alive in her mind as the black stud began to ride and skewer the voluptuous female's lovely cunt with a wild, bestial frenzy. Jane could see it all, so clear and vivid was her fiercely working imagination taking her on this strange and wondrous journey!
"Deeper!" the white beauty pleaded. "Deeper! Please deeper!"
"Hold on, I'll fuck you until your eyes pop out of your head."
The black stud thrust his huge hands out to either side of him and fiercely moved his huge, giant body up and down.
"Ummmmmmm! I love it when you fuck me like that!" the girl moaned. "I love it when it goes so deep in my pussy that I can feel it bang against my belly!"
Jane came to the startling realization that her mind was a heck of a lot wilder than she had ever given herself credit for! Yes, it was her own mind which was giving life to this incredible scene! The picture was only a picture, just a catalyst for her own wild and wicked thoughts to be stretched to the limits of imagination. The graphic, visual image she was conjuring up were almost three dimensional and she could almost feel the streaming beads of sweat rolling with shining intensity down the muscles of his back and into the hotly clenching cleft of his naked buttocks. The white girl moaned with lewd delight as a rushing flood of her own bodies cuntal juices bathed the naked, trembling hummocks of her cock-stuffed thighs. The black stud looked down in male triumph at the shiny pole of his nude cock as it glistened with the balm-like warm coat of the delectable white woman's most private body fluids! Yes, Jane could see all, and the scene in her mind became more real than the room where she was in at the moment!
The girl's naked ass shook and shuddered with each long, smoothly executed cock thrust of the black stud's massive pelvis, and Jane saw the long, thick sight of the black man's tremendous cock as it made a stark, sharp outline on the white girl's shivering belly.
"Come on, lover!" the white girl pleaded and begged. "Let me get on top and ride your big old dick for awhile!"
"O.K., baby!" the black stud said as he grabbed her by the shoulders and flung her over so that her naked back and trembling buttocks were face up. The white girl reared up so that she was salaciously straddling the black giant's naked pelvis and she clenched her teeth together and her nostrils flared wildly as she began to ride the black stud's naked cock with an intense and wild fury. Up and down, up and down she humped, raising her naked ass high in the air, deliciously drawing the black stud's cock out of her throbbing, hot pussy with each exquisite back thrust of her naked cunt! She leaded forward and placed her hands on the black man's massive chest as she strained, groaned, moaned, and twisted with the tremendous burden between her naked thighs. There was a lewd, liquid, slurping sound as the black man's massive prick slithered like liquid fire out between her sweating loins.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!" the girl demanded tit and begged. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Then it happened; it was as though a cameraman had worked some kind of cinematographic magic, for suddenly, it was Jane who was atop the black stud with his naked prick in Jane's married pussy! Yes, it was herself who was humping and straddling his naked cock, and, strangely enough, she could feel a very real and compelling heat in her belly and she definitely knew that her wild imagination was physically affecting her! Yes, she could feel it, and her nipples were throbbing with a severe, almost electric tingle and yes . . . Jane's breath was beginning to quicken as she lay on the bed and began to let her fantasy take her to the wildest boundaries of her imagination.
"Deeper! Fuck me! Please!"
Those words were no longer the words of the girl, but it was Jane's own voice which was speaking now on the real bed in the real room!
Her eyes were tightly closed and her breath was rapid as she dropped the magazine to the side of the bed and let her wild fantasy completely overwhelm her!
While some weird and wild fantasies were occurring in Jane's very active imagination, some equally weird things were occurring for real on the bed in Jane's room!
Slowly Jane lifted up the bedsheets to reveal her body clothed in the white shiny linen of her nightgown. Yes, the reddish-pink tips of her naked tits were firm and erect! Slowly, she pulled her nightgown over her long, tapering legs to reveal the fleecy bush of her luxuriant pussy, for the sumptuous wife seldom slept with any underwear!
The blue moonlight gave Jane's flawlessly hewn body an irresistible, goddess-like quality, and as she flung her nightgown carelessly to the floor, her full, glorious, feminine beauty was completely revealed! Jane felt her naked buttocks shudder with a true wave of arousal.
Just why her mind was racing in this direction was a complete mystery to Jane, but she could not resist the urge to take her hands and place them upon her married breasts and rub the nipples salaciously together. For some reason the awesomely arousing sight of the twin peaks of her naked breasts crushed so flush against each other, caused the naked, pearly bud of her clitoris to throb with delight and she watched the shallow crater of her own belly ripple and tighten.
For a brief, fleeting second, something told Jane to stop, but she suddenly became aware of the fact that she couldn't stop! No, she couldn't. She could no longer consciously will her hands to stop what they now seemed to be doing with a mind of their own!
Her hands slid with arousal over her tight, shivering belly and made their way inexorably down to the fleecy swirls of her naked pubis and the young wife emitted a heated sigh from between her trembling lips as her forefinger came to rest upon the quivering, nerve-packed pearl of her own extremely sensitive clitoris!
Slowly, she pressed on her body's most sensitive organ and felt the walls of her married cunt shudder in delight as she slowly began to massage her throbbing, pearly clitoris, and she watched as her sweet-smelling thighs automatically spread open to reveal the throbbing, cuntal flesh, which the sight of would have fully stiffened the cock of any man!
Yes, what man wouldn't give his right arm, or even his soul to bury his head between the warm, inviting vee of the voluptuous wife's nude thighs and suck on her naked cunt until she moaned in adulterous delight? Yes, Jane was not as of yet fully aware of the incredible power contained within the sweet, unexplored mysteries of her delicious thighs, for she had led a very sheltered life, but she had an incredible sensuality and beauty which would rival that of the most glamorous movie star!
"Ahhhhhh!" Jane moaned as the air escaped heatedly from her lungs and flowed down the deep valley of her own naked cleavage to fill her married breasts with the own sensual heat of her voluptuous body. She gazed across the room to catch sight of her own naked pussy shamefully splayed for her voyeur-like inspection. Strangely enough, the sight did not turn Jane off; instead, it totally excited her! There was something forbiddingly wicked about watching her own hands shamefully stimulate her own naked pussy! Yes, the thrill of it was almost too much for her to stand as she gazed upon the naked loveliness of her ample thighs and supple pussy.
Dare she do what her body was begging for her to do? She had read that only wicked, sinful girls performed acts of this nature, and she realized that maybe that what she had read was not quite true, for her body was mercilessly begging and screaming for her to insert her stiffened middle finger into the tight, supple fissure of her naked pussy, and she yielded to this base passion as she slowly penetrated the naked womb of her own cunt by salaciously thrusting her own finger into the luscious, blood-filled folds of her pussy-flesh!
She was amazed to discover how rubbery and tight her own pussy was, and she could not believe how her cuntal flesh seemed to hug and squeeze her finger as though her cunt was alive with a mind of its own. She felt her own fully stiffened digit burrow along the walls of her pussy with arousing force, and she felt the pearly head of her naked
TO clitoris throb with the unmistakable beginnings of naked arousal! Her naked ass quivered and her tits trembled as the wild and untamed fantasy which she was previously engaged in came rushing back with full-on force into her psyche: yes, it was her who was in the room with the black man; only now, the scene had changed:
The black man was standing about two feet from Jane.
"Down on your knees, baby," he said, "down on your knees to suck my cock!"
In the eye of her mind Jane sank to her knees before the huge black stud and watched him walk ominously towards her brandishing his huge and meaty cock in both of his hands as though it were some kind of pirates cutlass. Jane's fantasy was taking her into a strange world and she stared at the bulbous, bloated, purple head, as it came towards her and she saw the tiny slit in the end of it grinning lewdly at her in an obscene smile.
"Now, suck it baby, suck it!" the black man demanded.
Back in the room; Jane's finger had poked its way to the clasping nether limits of her naked pussy and she had bent her finger back just enough so that she could massage the naked pearl of her clitoris at the same time she skewered her naked pussy with her fully stiffened finger. Her legs opened wider to fully reveal her silky cuntal hairs as her chest began to rise and lower in the unmistakable rhythm of raw female arousal!
Jane's fantasy snapped into clear vividness as she pictured her own hot, luscious lips closing around the black man's bloated cock as the sides of her cheeks hollowed and she felt him ease forward, planting another two inches of his steely black cock into her mouth and she felt its head burn her tongue.
"Now suck it!" the black man said.
She felt the black man grab her cruelly by the sides of the ears in a true gesture of a man dominating a woman as he began to skewer in and out of her naked mouth in a powerful, predictable rhythm.
"Ah, yeah," the black man moaned as he felt Jane's delicious lips fill him with an inexorable, ball-crushing agony. He clenched his buttocks powerfully together and bore into her with a relentless, wild passion as his bloated balls began to slap luridly against her chin with each punishing thrust of his athletic pelvis.
"Look at me, baby," the black man of Jane's imagination commanded, "I want you to look at my face when I fill your pretty little mouth full of cum!"
She took one of her hands and gripped the black giant's massive prick at its lewdly swollen base and arousingly squeezed the blood filled pole as the black man snorted above her like a mad bull. He was getting frantic now, slamming into Jane with such lust-crazed violence that her entire body shook and jiggled in lewd rhythm with each pummeling cock thrust of the black stud's naked pelvis. Jane suddenly felt her hands rapidly massaging and exploring the black giant's naked buttocks and she felt his powerful muscles straining and tightening with each pummeling dick thrust.
"Ah! Un! Ah! Un!" the wife breathed in staccato rhythm as she felt the shivering walls of her pussy writhe and pulse with desire as she deftly used her finger to work herself into a wild, furious sexual frenzy! She began to toss her head wildly from side to side, as her long, luxuriant hair flung around her head and she began to bounce noisily up and down on the mattress.
The black stud was deliciously face fucking the young wife now, shoving his cock all the way down Jane's throat as he crushed the back of her head firmly against his groin. Suddenly, the black stud gave a loud snort as his cock blurringly skewered her mouth.
"Oh yeah baby, yeah!" the black man grunted as his knees buckled and his stomach rippled as he felt the sizzling load of his boiling cum race along the steely pole of his lingually embedded cock and explode like a bursting fire hydrant from the mushroom-shaped head of his dick!
Jane felt the black man's cock throb in powerful, pulsing spurts of animalish force as what seemed like bucketfuls of oozing, gooey semen poured into the black giant's pubic hairs, causing more of his liquid lust to splatter from his meaty cock.
Jane felt the sides of her cheeks hollow lewdly like twin balloons filled to bursting fullness with air, and, in one huge, gulp, the wife swallowed the gooey entirety of the black stud's massive river of sperm!
Jane felt the black stud's penis squirt the last seething drop of his potent jism into her mouth, then the black man's prick flopped flaccidly from between her pretty lips.
Jane was thrashing demonically about the bed, rolling her naked thighs and flashing her eyes, for she now realized that she had pushed her body to the point of no return, and if there was one thing she had to do, it was to cum!
Yes, self-induced or not, she had to feel the exquisite, mind-shattering release of her own delectable orgasm, to feel every naked nerve and fiber in her body tremble and scream with the sinful delights of her own long-worked for pleasure!
As she continued to hotly work over her naked cunt, her mind flashed back to the strange world of her own fantasy, and she found herself back in the room with the black man.
"You want to cum, don't you?" the black stud said. Jane shook her head in positive acknowledgement.
"Well, if you want to cum," he said, "you're gonna have to make my black cock hard again! Now, get over here and do it!"
Jane crawled submissively across the room and knelt below the black stud. She reached up and brought him full on down upon her as she seated his naked cock in the deep valley of her own tit's cleavage and smothered his rubbery member with the luscious, blood-filled flesh of her huge, globular breasts. As the delectable white wife kneaded the black man's penis between her tits she felt his manhood swell once again to the incredible proportions of its full and heated erection.
The black stud jumped to action as though he had been resurrected from the dead as he rose to his full height and grabbed Jane by the shoulders, positioning her so that her full, firm buttocks were pointing towards him. He placed his powerful, paw-like hands atop the graceful slopes of Jane's naked shoulders and forced her down on all fours as though she were a bitch dog in heat. He grabbed her trembling, naked buttocks and spread them wide apart so that the ragged, pink folds of her vagina were shamefully revealed. He seated his lust-bloated cock against the pouting, manly frame, buried over one half of his adulterous cock in the fleshy folds of Jane's married pussy
A strange thing occurred: since Jane was fantasizing the entire situation while she was masturbating, there was no pain from the black man's rude intrusion into her naked pussy, but an immediate sensation of raw, animal pleasure!
"Ummmmmmmmmm...GOD!" Jane moaned aloud in her bed. "Ummmmmmm! I'm CUMMING!"
Jane lifted her head and stared through the deep valley of her own tits naked cleavage as her naked thighs and buttocks pumped in lewd rhythm to the atomic-like energy which took her to the incredible limits of her own naked pleasure!
When it was all over, she lay panting on the bed like a dog. She did not know what had prompted her to perform this wanton act upon herself, but she did know, that, for the moment, it had afforded her a brief measure of relief from the incredible situation which hung over her like an executioner. She suddenly realized that nothing could alter the incredible burden which awaited her tonight and she could not go back to sleep.
Jane was on pins and needles the entire day. It was as though she were waiting for her own execution. The time for Jane's departure arrived incredibly fast and Jane soon found herself walking down that long, narrow hallway towards Benson's office. The doors popped open automatically and slammed ominously shut behind her. Benson was in his office, standing like the ruler of some dark kingdom before the swinging doors. Jane was surprised to see him dressed in an expensive pair of brushed denim jeans and a imagine sport shirt instead of his doctor's uniform.
"Well," he said, "I see you made it! You took me seriously after all. Come this way, please."
Jane followed Benson down a long, thin hallway which seemed to infinity. It was past any of the rooms she had been in previously, and she was not sure whether she could find her way out of the place if she wanted to or not, but she did notice the small elevator which she had used on her first visit to Benson's, and marked firmly in her mind its location.
There was a long, oak bar which ran the length of one wall. Behind the bar was every conceivable brand of liquor from every conceivable part of the world. The really striking aspect of the room was its incredibly unique lighting system; the room was lit entirely by candlelight, what seemed like a million tiny candles were lined upon the shelves of the bar, alone niches in the walls, and practically in every space which was available. But what really caught Jane's eye was the stark, gigantic form of Luke who was tending bar! He didn't even have to look at Jane to know that she was in the room, but, instead instinctively could sense her presence!
"Well, well," he said, turning away from the shelves to finally face Jane and stare directly at her, "I see you made it today!"
Instantly, a hush fell across the room, and, the men who were gathered at the small, candlelit tables focused their complete attention on Jane! That was when Jane noticed it: she was the only female in the room! She could feel all of their eyes on her, as though they were burning a hole through her clothes!
"I'd like to welcome you to my own private club," Benson said, "I've invited a group of my friends here for tonight's festivities. You see, wealth brings with it certain privileges and this is one of them! You will soon be another!"
God! Benson was talking as though he owned Jane!
"No one knows about this club except the people who are here," Benson said. "Here you will find the most influential and respected members of the community. Most of them bankers, lawyers, and doctors. Well, you see, wealth also brings with it certain responsibilities, too . . . IF YOU WORK HARD, YOU GOTTA PLAY HARD!"
There was raucous approval from the men, all of whom obviously had been drinking for several hours, evidenced by the numerous empty beer cans and drink glasses which were strewn carelessly on the tables.
A burly, slightly balding man with huge, bulging biceps rose from his table with a" drink in his hand and offered it to Jane.
Tm Bud Stedson," he said, "have a drink?"
Stedson was one of the most powerful men in the town, he owned over thirty-percent of the industrial buildings in the town, and he had already set his eyes on Jane, and Stedson was a man who always got what he wanted!
Jane instinctively reached for the drink; maybe the alcohol would calm her down a little; take her mind off the situation. That was her first mistake of the evening. Stedson interpreted this as a direct overture to himself and a strange, passionate seed was planted in his mind!
Jane finished the booze in one frantic, long gulp. It was straight vodka, but not that cheap department store stuff; it was the finest money could buy. It didn't burn or make her eyes water, but instead, filled her belly with a raw, numbing warmth and made her head feel loose and woozy.
Stedson gave her a lewd, insinuating smile.
"See ya later," he said as he returned to his seat.
At that time Debbie walked into the room, wearing nothing but a thin, flattering, two-piece bikini type cocktail waitress outfit. The outfit was a stark, stunning, silky black and showed off the glorious curves and hollows of her exquisite teenage body to alluring arousal. Debbie was obviously the hostess of this bizarre club. As she passed a table where three men were sitting, one of the men stretched out his hand and slapped her severely on her tight, proud ass, and Jane didn't seem to mind, but instead a strange, masochistic smile flashed across her face!
Jane walked toward the bar. Even though she knew she had to ask Luke for it, she had to have another drink.
"Vodka, straight," she said to Luke.
"Oh, little missy likes her booze, eh?" Luke said as he poured a four-ounce glass full of the colorless, potent liquid.
Jane began working on the voluminous glass of booze, finishing half of it before Luke had even returned the bottle to the shelf!
Her head was loose and spinning now and she was beginning to feel comfortably relaxed.
Suddenly, a huge powerfully muscled Mexican man about thirty entered the room, carrying a four-foot high bongo drum.
"Ah yes," Benson said, "a little entertainment to initiate tonight's festivities! How about a little dance for the men, Jane?"
Although Jane was feeling the booze, she was still very conscious that she was in a room full of strange men. "I can't," Jane said.
"Why?" Benson demanded, a mean scowl running over his face.
"Because, because . . . it's not right," she replied.
"Now, listen, godamit!" Benson said, "for the time you are here tonight, you're mine! I men you! If you don't do what I say, you'll never see that antidote! NEVER! Ya gotta dance, sweetheart! Now get out there and dance!
Jane hung her head in complete humiliation and despair! Yes, Benson had her and there was nothing she could do about it.
She finished her drink and set it down on the table in front of her.
The Mexican began pounding out a wild, frenetic Latin rhythm on the bongos and the men began shouting and clapping their hands in demand for a "show" from Jane.
Jane knew that all eyes were on her and she now faced the inevitable; if she didn't make them happy, she knew that her life hung in the balance! She had to at least go through the motions!
Somehow, the beat of the bongos came as a relief from the incredible pressure Jane was under, and the sensation of feeling from her own body movement was not unpleasant for her. She began to move faster as her breasts jiggled lewdly under her blouse. She placed her hands high above her head and intertwined her fingers together while she turned, exposing her body to all of the men. The men watched in lewd approval as they watched a wave of vernal energy pulse down Jane's spine and explode in an arousing undulation in her firm, solid buttocks. She turned suddenly, facing full front, extending her hands out at right angles to her body and wriggled her hips violently to and fro, then rolled her stomach like an accomplished belly dancer!
There was a raucous round of laughter from the men, then a loud chorus of lewd requests! "Let's see some skin."
"Yeah, let's see some titties."
"Take it off!"
These total strangers were asking Jane to reveal the most secretive of her married body to them!
She looked at Benson and he gazed back at her with a cold, cruel stare, and she realized, that if she didn't comply with the men's requests that it would be the worse for her!
With shame and degradation in her eyes, Jane unloosened the first three buttons of her blouse, revealing the silky garment of her brassiere. She started dancing faster and faster, rolling her hips and twirling her body into a wild frenzy until her blouse was completely undone and was spinning madly out at her sides while the men leered lewdly at the shallow crater of her navel and the alluring, vernal swells of her naked waist! She flung her blouse over her head and the men gasped in aroused awe at the naked slopes of her shoulders and they all wanted to see more!
"Tits! Tits! Let's see your tits!"
"Yeah, let's see how good you really are!"
Jane knew that the ultimate humiliation was coming so she blanked out her mind and resolved to get it over with! She reached behind her and unclasped the metallic clasp of her brassiere strap and . . . suddenly displayed her naked, red-peaked breasts were shamefully displayed for all the men to see!
Yes, each of the men had to admit that this delicious hunk of teenage femininity was as good as she looked. . . each of the men wanted to suck the life from those globular swells of adult womanhood!
Jane increased the frantic pace of her dancing nude tits dancing in lewd rhythm to her wild and pagan gyrations! It was as though she were trying to lose herself in the frenetic pace of the Mexican's savage bongo playing as she whirled like a gypsy seductress across the candlelit room! Her thick winter skirt whirled high in the air, affording each of the men a voyeuristic, forbidden glimpse of her long, tan, gently tapering legs. She unbuttoned her skirt and flung it wildly over her head as the men beheld the voluptuous young wife clad now only in her silky panties with the hairs of her pussy bulging against her underwear, the sight of which fully hardened the cock of every man in the room.
As Jane moved swiftly to the center of the room, one of the men thrust his hand lewdly forward and literally ripped Jane's panties from the shapely swells of her voluptuous thighs and the ripe young teenage wife was now in stark, total nudity before the burly crowd of cunt-crazed, liquor-infested men!
"Very good," Benson said as he stepped close to Jane. "Now we're gonna have some real fun!"