Chapter 5

For Kiki the entire evening would be an adventure she would never forget. They danced and they hugged and they squirmed licentiously together and once she gripped his naked cock in the shadows and more than once he had his fingers up under the silky nylon sheet and buried deep up into her soaking wet pussy. Then there was the lovely limousine ride home in the moonlight and then ... then the Fates again. Kiki could just not understand how they kept intruding and trying to upset her life; it was simply phenomenal but realistic.

The three savage bikers on their Harley-Davidsons were roaring down the highway when from the opposite direction came the speeding limousine heading for the Worthington estate, a palatial mansion with acres of luxurious, carefully landscaped grounds surrounding it just a few miles outside the city.

"Jesus, take a fuckin' look at that classy oversized pad," snarled one of the ugly, unshaven hoodlums from the corner of his mouth.

"Yeah, dig," said his buddy, driving his speeding machine closer. "She looks like a Chink, maybe a Jap, huh?"

"Yeah, she sure does," Konrad answered. His cock was leaping already just at the brief view of the sexy Kiki reclining in the luxurious rear seat of the chauffeur-driven Mercedes as it turned suddenly into a side road that led up to the sumptuous Worthington mansion.

With a hand signal, Konrad pulled his bike off onto the shoulder, sending up a cloud of dust when he braked its roaring engine to a stop. His two companions followed. Wrinkles, the smaller of the three toughs, but a born street fighter, was the last to swing his tight jeans-covered leg over the smooth leather of his own motorcycle, a black and silver beauty of which he was as proud as he was of his two missing front teeth and his overall ugliness, including his inexplicably, prematurely wrinkled face, thus his nickname.

"So, what you guys got up your sleeve?" Wrinkles wanted to know, spitting onto the asphalt.

"Don't get me wrong," snarled Konrad. "I don't want the fucking car. Where the hell we'd put it, huh?" he laughed. He squinted his eyes and dug one finger into his ear. "I want that Chink broad, that's what I want! Jesus, she rings a loud bell right down in my balls," he exclaimed.

The last of the Hell's Angels threesome was called Sonny because of his perpetual, meaningless smile, the sort one sees on a baby's face in the middle of a bowel movement. Even when one of Sonny's unfortunate knifing victims was gagging his last breath, spitting up blood, the last image he saw was Sonny's beatific smile, the softly lighted eyes and the white polished teeth just showing between his girlishly pink lips.

In the darkness, Konrad's arm holding them back, the three bikers waited until the sleek limo parked on one side of the great mansion. Hiding their motorcycles in the bush, the three hoods snaked their way up to the house. At one corner, crouched in the bushes, they saw the lighted swimming pool, and now they could hear the elegantly attired gentleman from the limousine introducing the Chinese-looking girl to two other couples sitting around the softly lighted pool smoking and drinking leisurely. "Oh, Tony, wasn't the party the greatest bore?" asked Sheila.

"Yes, m'darlin', except I brought me back the prize," and then he introduced Kiki from Korea, doing a little dance as he bowed and presented the saronged young lady with one breast almost visible and her attitude from having consumed several goblets of golden champagne changed considerably as far as managing the silky costume she wore. It didn't take more than a minute for each of Tony Worthington's guests, all high, on marijuana, to guess Kiki was stark naked under the clinging sheet.

"Man, is those cats rich!" exclaimed under his breath.

"Shut your mouth. We don't care how rich they are, we want that Chink gal, right?"

Sonny slapped Konrad on the back. Konrad didn't turn to look at him. There was something about Sonny's face that mixed Konrad up every time he glanced into his ever-smiling eyes. "Yeah," said Sonny. "She looks like a nice slippery piece of asshole, huh, Konrad?"

"Shhhhhhh!" was Konrad's reply as the three cyclists watched through the shrubbery. The three girls were chatting together, as were the boys. The Chinese-looking girl, although listening to the others, was obviously deep in thought. Kiki couldn't believe all this was happening and at any moment she really expected something horrible like a gorilla to leap out of the bushes and grab her. Why she couldn't get Wang out of her thoughts tonight, she just couldn't understand.

"Give me your attention, please," said Tony Worthington, standing. He'd just taken a puff on a tightly rolled cigarette and was exhausting the intoxicating fumes and smiling broadly at his guests. Tony put his arm around Kiki's shoulder, one hand cupping a half naked breast as his friends, only one of them fully dressed, watched him eagerly.

"What the hell's he up to now?" asked Wrinkles.

"Shut the fuck up," whispered Konrad. "How do I know?"

"Shit," said Sonny, "don't you know everything, Konrad?"

One of these days, thought Konrad to himself, as much as he liked Sonny and approved of his quick justice with .a switch blade or a slashing whip chain, he was gonna....

"You see this lovely gown Kiki's wearing," Tony went on, his other hand now sliding suggestively up and down the inside of Kiki's bared thigh, the sheet swept aside to almost expose the tiny dark curly hairs of her bewitching pussy, "well, my children," he continued, smiling broadly as Kiki pressed up against him, her childish, slanted eyes beaming up into his, "this ... this is a ceremonial gown and ... it signifies her ... I mean, when a Korean girl wears this particular gown," he was stumbling on, the marijuana obviously taking firmer hold on his brain, "It means that she's a virgin and she's looking for a lover...."

Kiki giggled. "That's not what I said at all."

Tony Worthington hugged her close. He raised one arm. "All those in favor of seeing Kiki select her lover for tonight, raise their right hand," he laughed drunkenly.

Kiki tried to wiggle away but she didn't really want to at all. To the contrary, she was rather enjoying herself and when she'd pretend to struggle in Tony's arms and the silky sheet would raise up and expose almost her total nudity, she'd shiver and squirm and wriggle seductively until the gown was back where it belonged.

Tony's guests roared their approval and before Kiki realized what was happening, the two girls had stripped off their own brassieres and brief panties and were now naked. They rushed up to Kiki and in seconds, they both had her stripped naked and were dancing around her, chanting some kind of foolisliness about Korean virgins they were both making up as college girls seem to have a way of doing.

"Hell, look at that!" marveled Konrad in sheer amazement, "they're all strippin'!"

"What are we waitin' for?" Wrinkles wanted to know. He punched Sonny playfully in the ribs. "Hey, c'mon, huh. We want that Chink gal, don't we?"

"Yeah," growled Konrad, "what the hell we waitin' for is right!"

When the three men suddenly jumped out of the bushes, Kiki simply looked over at them when one of the naked girls screamed out what was happening. To Kiki, here came the Fates again. She just couldn't get over it! Here she was just starting to have a nice time, the pot getting into her blood stream and her almost virginal pussy lubricating so sweetly in anticipation of Tony Worthington's elegant society penis and then, with no warning (was there ever?) enter the demons and these she didn't like the looks of at all.

One of Tony's male friends started to run for the house.

"Hey you," came a hard voice, "you stop or you get a knife in your back!" The boy stopped in his tracks.

"Stay where the fuck you are," growled Konrad to Tony as he started to move to protect Kiki, "stay or I'll cut your balls off," Konrad warned him, the moonlight reflecting brightly off the sharp blade he held in his dirty fist.

"What do ... what do you want?" Tony managed to ask finally. He was shivering in fear. He'd never confronted a situation like this before although he had read about such things happening. It was one of those situations where "things like this could never happen to me".

The three hoods, Konrad, Sonny and Wrinkles walked menacingly towards them out of the darkness. "Listen, asshole," said Konrad, "we want your chink broad, understand?" he snapped, deciding it was time to announce their intentions. He knew the three of them had the society bastards where they wanted them.

Although Tony Worthington wanted to protest, he could bring himself to do nothing at the moment. He watched quietly as Wrinkles, unzipping his fly, came up and grabbed the naked Kiki and pulled her up to him cruelly.

Sonny just looked at Tony Worthington. "You try to move, buster, you try to call the cops, buster, you do anything, your friends do anything, and we chop you up into little pieces, understand?" asked the ever-smiling face.

Tony just looked into the deep blue eyes, then he made up his mind. He'd have to fight for his guests. And the only thing he knew was he'd faithfully practiced his karate regularly. Gathering his wits together, the young socialite launched his muscular body into the air, one fast foot lashing out and catching the startled Konrad on the left side of the head. The tough bully went down to the grass with a deep groan, caught completely off-guard, and the vicious-looking blade he'd been holding spun out of his hand and plunged into the depths of the pool.

This trio had been in lots of fights since they came together and they reacted quickly. To prevent her from running away, Wrinkles shoved Kiki roughly into the pool and he spun around just in time to catch a karate chop on the side of his neck which dizzied him to the tiled floor. Then a double chop blow sent Wrinkles spinning on the wet pool surface.

Sonny was the smallest of them all and he knew now the bikers were fighting someone who knew how to defend himself and he took his time waiting for his moment to leap in. And when he did, he thrust a murderous open hand towards Tony's throat and at the same time kicked him viciously in the groin. Tony Worthington went down like a bag of potatoes and before he knew it, both Sonny, Wrinkles, then joined by Konrad, were beating and stomping the daylights out of the young socialite.

Kiki was screaming when the men got up to their knees. "Please don't hurt him any more," she cried. "Please," she was screaming as she pulled her nakedly glistening body out of the pool, but the three bikers ignored her for the moment and concentrated on punishing Tony for having had the brass to attack them in the first place. This trio wasn't used to being attacked. Wrinkles was using his fists, slamming his knuckles murderously into Tony's handsome face.

"Hey, wait up," Sonny called out. "I feel like cuttin' off his balls anyway."

"Oh noooooo," cried Kiki. "Oh, no ... please."

Tony Worthington was a bleeding heap on the pool tile, blood from his various wounds flowing freely as he lay helplessly with his mouth open, blood dribbling down his chin. They had almost killed him.

Wrinkles flashed his switch blade. "I'm gonna give this bastard something to remember us by," said the horribly wrinkled hoodlum. "I'm gonna carve my initials in his chest," he breathed. "Hell never forget us."

Kiki froze by the side of the pool, her heart beating wildly as she watched Wrinkles poised with the deadly knife over Tony's chest. One glance at the young millionaire's friends told Kiki they were not going to interfere; the two couples huddled together in obvious terror as they watched in fascination as Wrinkles spread Tony's boyish body out on the bloody tiles and then sadistically lowered the blade to a point between Tony's nipples. The steel blade sank in a quarter-inch and Tony moaned in pain but knew better than to fight back. His position, with the other two hoods each brandishing switch blades and standing over him, was a completely hopeless one.

Kiki could almost hear Tony's flesh tearing as the fiendish biker carved the initial "W" into his chest, blood streaming down over Tony's rib cage. The couples gasped in horror as the hoodlum completed the bloody carving.

Kiki was beside herself trying to make some sense out of the ugly moment. Then she dragged herself up to her feet, her gleamingly naked body dripping wet.

She began to weave and raise and lower her arms seductively. "Hey, you guys," she said in her oriental accent, a bright smile on her lips, "I thought it was me you wanted, not him. So how's about it, huh?" she asked, weaving and gyrating her naked hips and casually rubbing her hairy vagina with her fingers and then looking at them demurely, finally letting her slanted eyes fall to their tight bulging crotches.

And when Kiki saw the toughest one begin to respond, she let her dainty fingers flutter upwards and cup her perfectly formed mounds, fondling them, stroking and squeezing her nipples as her bright, oriental eyes gleamed at them. She knew she had now distracted them and she was somewhat pleased with herself, not only because she'd put a temporary halt to their brutality with Tony, but because she knew she was in command of a situation, a position in reality which she thought she'd never reach. If Sonny, the smiling one, was going to cut off Tony's balls, then all of her plans would go up in smoke. Kiki was actually growing more and more fond of young Tony Worthington and it wasn't just his money; it was mostly because of how courageously he was able to endure the horrible beating and torture.

"You're damn right it's you," laughed Konrad. He looked up in amazement at this incredible young Oriental gal.

"Then why are you bothering with him?" asked Kiki, stamping her bare foot petulantly, a gesture that caused the heavy sensuous globes of her delectable breasts to jiggle seductively. "You know," she smiled coyly, "I'm just not used to being kept waiting...."

Dumbfounded, the trio turned to face her. They'd never met a female who objected to a delay in the process of getting raped.

"So okay," snapped Konrad to Wrinkles. "Lock those idiots up in the bathhouse. That's it over there," he pointed, "and then we'll all fuck her and fuck the hell off, okay, you guys?" Konrad didn't like the looks of the boy Wrinkles had carved up. He was pumping blood like a stuck pig!

When Sonny and Wrinkles dragged Tony and pushed the others into the bathhouse, they ran back to where Konrad was standing, running his hands lewdly over Kiki who was moaning and writhing in his strong arms. As the others drew near, she let her body fall slack. "Do with me whatever you wish," she sighed. "I'm putting myself in your hands."

"What's the matter," Konrad snarled, "you sick in the head or somethin'?"

Kiki said nothing and just lay limp in Konrad's arms, conscious that this seemed the best way to distract them and give a chance to Tony and his friends to seek some kind of help, someone to come and arrest these rough hoodlums who smelled of grease and body filth. Wang would have approved of her giving herself up this way as a kind of sacrifice to the Fates and she was more than willing to do anything to save poor Tony from any further torture. God, how he must be suffering. And the sight of his blood literally boiling out of his body had almost the same effect the sight of Dick Whitty's blood bubbling out of his neck when Wang had sliced his throat....

"Oh, ohooooo," Kiki was moaning as she let her naked body be carried from the poolside into the luxurious mansion. Wrinkles placed her nakedness down on a thick rug while the other two investigated and soon returned. "Christ, this is really rich!" Konrad exclaimed, rubbing his hands. Kiki could see he'd never been this close to such wealth and opulence. He was literally flabbergasted but suddenly glancing at her dazzling nudity as she lay with her long naked legs splayed open on the rug and her soft, downy vagina completely exposed, his thoughts turned to her. He stripped naked in a flash, grinning from ear to ear as his ugly penis leaped out from between his hairy legs.

Both Wrinkles and Sonny stripped and now they were leering at Kiki as she lay there, waiting for them to consume her. "Right on, baby," said Konrad, squeezing her breasts, "Let's all smack her together, huh?"

His long throbbing cock waved obscenely in Kiki's face as he kneeled triumphantly over her nakedness, and Kiki suddenly realized the significance of what he had just proposed. Do it all together? How ... what could he possibly mean?

"Okay," Konrad grinned, "but first lemme get her warmed up, huh? She's real fine eatin' pussy if I ever saw a ripe pussy," he said and then bent his head. "I'm gonna have me a real taste, you guys, see?"

Without further warning, the muscular biker thrust his swarthy face between her obscenely outstretched legs and soon he was staring licentiously into the intimate privacy of Kiki's moistly palpitating cunt. Konrad's thick calloused fingers actively drew apart the interfolded pinkish lips of Kiki's pussy, but she did her best to lay perfectly still, her ears alert for any sound of the police or any other helpers on their way to pull them out of their troubles. From the corner of her half-lidded eyes she saw the others watching eagerly as they played with their erect cocks and sucked on their lower lips as they waited for the leader's signal to join in. Kiki didn't understand it at all but it thrilled her to realize how much in charge Konrad was and also how expertly his tongue was wallowing inside her highly charged, oozing vagina, his large, grease-stained fingers surprisingly delicate.

His thick lips inched closer and Kiki sighed in despair as she felt the sensitive caress of his hot breath sending electrifying sparks of forbidden pleasure up into her trembling cunt. Kiki had no hope of being able to resist his lewd attack, if past experience was any guide. Every time a man touched her, he set her on fire, and there was no reason to expect things to be different this time, despite what had happened to Tony when Wrinkles had cut his initial into his chest. What a bloody scene that had been and she couldn't shake the image out of her mind as she lay with her legs splayed wide, almost hungering for the tip of his long weaving tongue to snake through her wet pussy lips. But she couldn't let him know this ... if they were to escape. The best Kiki could hope for was concealing her true feelings from these sadistic rapists. She must not give them the pleasure of knowing what they were doing to her!

Konrad's head dropped and without warning his long hot tongue probed hungrily into the moistly throbbing passage of Kiki's darling cunt. Instantly, Kiki felt the tiny whisps of illicit sex-joy curling deep up in her belly. Konrad attached again and again, relentlessly, his tongue pushing its way further and further up into her rapidly warming vagina as her sleek buttocks wiggled convulsively. Wrinkles and Sonny found it hard to decide whether she was desperately trying to prevent the furious tongue licking she was enduring or if her resistance had already come to an end and Kiki was beginning to enjoy the bizarre, lewd thing being done to her by the expert cunt licker, Konrad Bernheim. And the truth of the matter, had there been any way for either hoodlum to know, was that Kiki wasn't sure either.

"Oh God save us," she gasped and then mumbled to herself incoherently as Konrad savagely ravaged her pussy, the flames leaping higher and higher. With a poorly concealed sob, Kiki had to admit to herself that the game was nearly up. The roller coaster of her over stimulated senses had started to roll and she was going with it for the longest, wildest ride of her life! In a few short moments, Kiki had all but forgotten about Tony Worthington, the possible outside help, and even the bloody "W" on Tony's chest. Gone were her fears and hopes for the future, overwhelmed by the deeply gnawing hunger buried deep in the pit of her belly, and the emptiness which cried out to be filled at any cost.

Yes ... yesssss. Cock! It was cock she needed and she knew in a brief awful moment of self-awareness that she needed it badly. But she could not give up the role she had played all of her adult life. She would have to let the Fates take control of the brutish desires the bikers had and when The Fates decided they would all fuck her and give her the lovely hard cock she desperately longed for ... then it would happen ... not before. Wang had taught this to her time and time again in the back of the diner with one hand up her short skirt as she fondled his thigh and rubbed his always erect penis.

Kiki was drifting into a soft golden glow induced by Konrad's stabbing tongue when she suddenly felt a huge, enormously hard cock being placed in either hand as Wrinkles and Sonny now kneeled on either side of her head. The Fates! She gripped the hard cocks and squeezed them as Konrad, looking up and seeing what was happening, renewed his energies and began to lash his tongue in and up and down and out as Kiki wiggled and writhed each time it would bury itself deep inside and each time he'd draw it out, almost driving her mad with impassioned desire, so mad she'd be humping her naked cunt back at his sucking hot mouth, jerking on the two cocks at the same time she was swinging her head from side to side, her tongue washing over her parched lips as one ecstasy after another rippled over her feverish body.

Kiki began to moan uncontrollably and sweat was breaking out all over her quivering body. She needed cock and she needed it now. Her parched lips parted: "Oh, God, won't one of you fuck me ... oh ... please ... somebody, fuck ... fuck me!"

There was a moment's confusion while the three goons sorted out who would go where and who would do what. It was obvious to them that taking her one at a time was out of the question, their hunger was so fabulous. All three thugs were literally drooling from the mouth as Kiki realized dimly that she was .about to be buffeted among the three like a hapless rag doll, all the orifices of her tender young body being used as lewd receptacles for their fiery hot sperm, but she knew in the same horrifying moment that there was nothing she could do to stop them ... and even if she really deep in her heart, wanted to. It was their game and she'd play by their rules, that much was obvious!

Konrad threw his naked body on the floor alongside her now and he kept plugging her wet pussy with his sword-like tongue. Wrinkles rolled Kiki over on her side and she felt the man's hands probing lecherously between the smooth firm half-moons of her lovely buttocks. Kiki's ankles were pulled apart now and she groaned with pain as the two men, each working from opposite sides of her nakedly tormented young body, stretched open her thighs in order to spread wide her crotch for the carnal indignities they intended to inflict upon her.

Konrad entered her first, pounding his way up into her churning vagina and finding to his surprise and delight that Kiki was totally ready for him. The soft moist internal flesh of Kiki's little used cunt gripped Konrad's prick with astonishing force, and the tough, ruthless biker found himself obliged to groan aloud with intense pleasure. As for Kiki, she was too far lost in a merciless mental jungle of both wicked shame and wild physical excitement now to object to anything at all these brutes might try to do to her helpless young body, but she did groan in discomfort when she felt Wrinkle's stubby fingers invading the cleft between her rosy buttocks, poking persistently at the tiny pink elastic circle of her anus.

It came to Kiki with a shock that it had been only a matter of hours since Serge Romanofski had taken her there and her rectum was still soft and yielding. Kiki did not know the meaning of the word "analerotic", but her brief experience with. the hotelman, unpleasant as it had been, had indeed taught her that the use of her rear passage was not necessarily all that terrible. Kiki took in a deep breath as she soon felt Wrinkle's long thin cock sliding obscenely between her smooth buttocks, knowing that it would be uncomfortable in the beginning but also realizing from experience that she could take it ... and that she ... well, she liked the glow it gave her!

"Ohooooooooo, yesssssss. Aaaggggghhhhh!"

Kiki groaned again and again as the pointy tip of Wrinkle's super-hardened instrument fought its way up into the narrow tight opening. Wrinkle was decidedly larger than Serge had been and his getting in was more painful. But Wrinkle was determined and he ground his prick into her, jerking his hips forward ruthlessly and grunting with obscene joy as he felt his iron hard cock slowly disappearing into the flaccid and unresisting flesh of her badly stretched little rectum.

"God," he exclaimed, "I got it all the way up, you guys. All the fuckin' way up her asshole!" Besides loving to boast, Wrinkles loved to fuck and now that his cock was buried in deep he began promptly rocking slowly back and forth in order to widen the tortured back passage to his satisfaction. For a few minutes, he and Konrad slammed their respective cocks into Kiki in a haphazard, uncoordinated manner, grunting and laughing as the poor battered girl bounced back and forth between their two slippery bodies, the breath knocked out of Kiki's lungs by the rampant force of this bizarre rape. And, to make matters worse, Sonny was now dancing wildly up and down on the floor, his gigantic pulsating cock in his hands, practically delirious with joy as he watched the oriental girl being fucked half to death right before his eyes.

"Hey. let's get together better, huh, you guys?" grunted Konrad as the rug seemed to be bucking and heaving. "Let's go into the bedroom, okay? My back's killin' me."

All three dragged poor Kiki into the bedroom on the mansion's ground floor. Kiki couldn't wait to feel the two hard pricks back up inside her cunt and anus. God, both holes were on fire from the hot, punching cocks.

Once on the bed with Sonny kneeling on a pillow, both Konrad and Wrinkles shoved their instruments back home and now they pushed and pulled more comfortably, more or less simultaneously, and Kiki's body seemed to fill up with charges of fiery alternating current as one achingly hard cock plunged into the yielding submissive depths of her body and abruptly withdrew as the other up her anus took its place.

"Now ... now, both together!" cried Konrad, pitching into Kiki like a maddened bull. 'Together ... together, Wrinkles!"

"Aaaaaaaaggggggghhhhh!" groaned Kiki, now half out of her mind as the two men, timing their strokes, plunged home into her body simultaneously. But the degrading treatment she was receiving from the two men was always displaced by the intense pleasure both rock-hard cocks were giving her feverish body at the same time.

Tentatively, Kiki's hips began to rotate in tiny circles as the lust in her overheated body began to spread and ripple out over her naked voluptuousness. Then, suddenly, Sonny was kneeling by her head, arranging his body so that Kiki's flushed, perspiring face stared up at his long, pulsating rod which was suspended over her open lips like the prow of a ship.

"Okay," said Sonny, his face still frozen in that weird terrifying smile, "you're gonna suck a little cock, China gal. And you'll love it while they're up your cunt and ass." He taunted her cruelly, taking his bludgeoning instrument in both hands and rubbing it humiliatingly around the corners of her rosy mouth. He expected that this, at least, would cause her to rebel, but he didn't count on the extreme lust overwhelming Kiki as she was ready for anything by now and she simply smiled up at him, opened her mouth wide and sucked his enormous cock into her mouth and began slurping on it instantly as the two other cocks were reaming in and out of her soaking wet cunt and anus in a rhythm that was sure to drive the poor, young oriental girl right out of her mind.

Yes, now Kiki's body was filled with prick. She was doing everything a woman could do for a man and she was doing it all at once for three men. Reveling in this, Kiki's first orgasm swept over her without warning and she found herself a little amazed at how easy it was for her to cum.

Then Konrad began to grunt behind her, flinging out a stream of obscenities as his cock suddenly ballooned, nearly doubling in size, as his semen sprayed from his swollen testicles into the warmly receptive upper reaches of her thirsty vagina. And when she came, she came with him, sucking Sonny's cock so far down her throat in her newfound ecstasy that the smiling biker feared her teeth might chop it off.

But it was Wrinkles, thrusting up her anus, who was scheduled to be next, closing his eyes and shoving his hot rod of flesh with all his strength as a sudden shocking spasm took possession of his plunging body. Kiki had just floated back to earth from Konrad's orgasm when she was ready for take-off immediately and she went up with Wrinkles, his rigidly quivering cock-shaft crushing hard against the ridges of her anus. This cum seemed to go on forever for Kiki and for Wrinkles, too, as he pumped his hot sticky sperm violently up into her hungrily sucking anus, her muscles she was now learning to use milking every drop of his cum out of his spurting cock.

And then at last it was Sonny's turn and he knew it, watching as his companions in crime moved back away from the sweating oriental gal whose long black hair was plastered on her shoulders, neck and delicious breasts, beads of sweat running like streamlets in the lovely valley between them.

Sonny's burning cock was halfway down Kiki's throat and he wanted to prolong his intense pleasure, to make it last much longer but the sight of all this ecstasy was too much for him and this included Kiki's cooperation which he had never expected, for now she was giving his cock everything she had, even squeezing and pinching his hairy testicles as she sucked furiously and caressed his cock with her twirling tongue, rubbing it over her cheeks, her eyes and stimulating him beyond belief.

Sonny came, very hard, his hot sperm spraying recklessly deep into the back of Kiki's throat as he fiercely clutched her long black hair lest she try to escape her fate ... but Kiki was right with him, gulping ravenously, sucking and drinking him as if his cum were nectar, nibbling and sucking on his slowly deflating penis like a mother cat licking her newborn. She couldn't get enough!

For a long while she lay there on the bed. She could hear the bikers dressing, the snap of their heavy leather belt buckles and the click of their booted heels. All three of them were almost completely exhausted and they knew it ... Konrad and Sonny couldn't remember when they'd shot their load like that!

Finally she sat up slowly. She looked at them. "Did I make you all happy?"

Sonny lowered his head but the smile on his face remained. He said nothing.

Both Konrad and Wrinkles looked sheepish and neither had an answer when Kiki repeated herself.

"Now," she said, tempting the Fates because she wasn't sure how to manage them any further, but feeling that her timing was just right that is, if the noises she heard out on the portico near the pool were the ones she expected to hear, "now, if you'll just tell me where I can meet you tomorrow, somewhere in the city, I'll start getting my things together tonight and leave these stuck-up creeps in the morning."

"Oh, c'mon, baby," said Konrad. "We got room for that delicious little ass of yours, haven't we, you guys?"

"Sure do! We sure have," said Wrinkles.

Sonny said nothing but took her hand. He started leading her out the door into the corridor and it was here that Kiki saw the glint on the shotgun barrel.

She walked just a few paces with Sonny and then she dived into a closet. Just as she did, three horrifying shotgun blasts roared inside the mansion and in less time than it takes to tell, Konrad and Wrinkles had their heads blown off while the blast that ripped through Sonny's chest, killing him instantly, did not do a speck of damage to his smiling face. His weird features looked as animated in death as they did in life.

Kiki crawled out of the closet. Tony stood with the smoking shotgun looking out of glazed eyes, then he swayed and collapsed on the rug....