Chapter 9

"Happy New Year's Eve, Mona... glad you could make it," Hugh Murphy greeted at the door, drink in hand. "Now I'd like you to meet our friends. You already know Nick Harrington..."

Mona glowered at the credit manager, lounging at ease in his chair sipping champagne, his jacket and tie off already. God, him again? Hugh followed her gaze to a runt of a man whose short legs dangled from the chair, feet not touching the ground.

"This is James, our accountant, you know Dan, the security guard."

Four? Four of them? My God! No! NO! Her mind refused to accept it. She could have screamed... but she doubted it would do any good...

And later on we may have a mystery guest!" Hugh talked as the champagne poured.

Mona felt faint. "Do you mean... there's going to be five of you? Who are going to...

"To fuck you. Yes, that's right, Mona! I'm sure you'll have no trouble. That hot pussy of yours could handle ten on a Sunday morning."

Mona shuddered at the lewd compliment, too bizarre to consider. "You're nuts if you think that I'll agree to this!"

"You don't have a choice!" He was right, for already Nick's boney hands were undressing her, layer by layer. Hugh's eyes bored into her and the commanding figure he struck caused her to obey. He stripped her down to her brassiere and panties and took them off too. Amid obscene comments from the four men in the room, she looked around dazedly to see them crowding around her and reaching out to fondle her naked breasts, tweaking her nipples and fluffing her pubic curls. When her eyes fell on Dan, the armed guard, she gave out a scream of dismay. The double crosser...!

Gorgeous piece of ass, isn't she?" crooned Murphy.

"Damned right!" Dan, feeling a bit guilty and pale, knowing better than to turn down Murphy's favors, had to agree, and reached out to touch his gin rummy partner's wife's left breast.

Naked in the midst of four virile, (well, three really...) turned-on men, she glanced around at them, seeing the lewd desire in their burning eyes and the massive bulges in their pants. Ohhhh, my God! They're serious! They're going to d-do it to m-me! All four of them!

"You can't... you can't do this to me!"

"The hell we can't!" Hugh said acidly. He nodded towards Nick who stepped to the door and locked it. Dazedly, Mona looked around the room, splattered with lantern light, and saw that the pull-out sofa had been disassembled, the mattress placed on the floor.

The mathematical genius who'd twice saved Hugh Murphy from the IRS, set his drink aside and came to Mona, his little eyes filled with raw lust, and he took her into his tiny arms, pressing her close, chin meeting chin, until the warmth of his throbbing erection was tight against her belly. He ran his hands down her back and his fingers dug into the pliant softness of her buttocks. "Yes, she is something else," he murmured. Mona stood stiffly, refusing to respond.

James was walking her backwards, now, her bare feet sliding reluctantly across the carpet until the backs of her ankles touched the mattress on the floor. The pudgy little man pushed her lush young body down onto the mattress and stepped back to strip down to his birthday suit to reveal his long, thin and slightly curving penis lancing out from the black curls of his pubic hair. At least I'll be done with the smallest one first... she thought with relief.

"Of course!" Nick Harrington responded. Then, to the other three, he observed. "She'll be a hell of a lay with a little booze in her."

Hugh growled, "Hell, she's stalling!" He reached for her and stretched her out beside him on the mattress, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue stabbing at her throat.

A knock sounded at the door and Nick hastened to see who it was. A muffled conversation took place and Nick unlatched the door, a tall handsome man

brushing past him.

"In time for goodies, Ralph," greeted Nick with a smirk.

Mona didn't notice the newcomer, too absorbed was she in the hands prying her clamped-together legs apart and caressing their inner softness with fingers running all the way upward between her spread legs to play in the golden curls for a moment, before an out-stretched finger slipped down into the warm cuntal slit to tickle the already hardening bud of her clitoris. She was pretty sure it was the fat little man stimulating her there. Then, another pair of hands was cupping and fondling her swollen breasts on the opposite side from Hugh. The fingers dug into the tender softness like kneading bread dough, and she winced. The fingers relaxed; a man's hot mouth, smelling of champagne was down there now, sucking hard on the brown button of her nipple, sending quivering chills of white hot lust through her nakedness. God, it as a repeat of yesterday, only multiplied by two.

"I've got her drink here," Harrington said solicitously. "So how about letting her up long enough drink it?"

"Drink it yourself, Harrington. We're busy now!" James Alabaster sneered, and it was evident, even to Mona, that, that ingenious midget was the brains and moneymaker behind Josephs' Department Store.

Mona struggled to free her lips from Hugh's possessive, livery mouth. After a few grunts, she gasped, "I want that drink, Nick! Give me that drink" She tried to sit up.

Hugh tried to stop her, but finally gave up. "Alright, slut! Slug it down then... so we can get on with some fucking!"

The beautiful young wife sat up dazedly, surrounded by five naked men, and accepting the champagne from Nick, she drank it greedily. Amid ribald remarks and impatient, fondling hands, Mona drained the champagne, thankful for its numbness. As Nick took the glass from her hand, James Alabaster grunted in a voice that sounded like a 33 record player on 78 RPMs. The two men glared at each other for a moment in a fight for power. "Does she suck cock, Mr. Murphy?"

"...But I-I..."

"She does whatever she's told to," beamed Nick. "She sure as hell does!"

"And she will!" added Hugh.

Alabaster stretched his short torso back on the mattress with a lewd grin. "Well...?" he questioned.

"Okay, baby, you heard the accountant... crawl over there between his legs and get started!"

Mona shot him a malevolent glance, but obeyed, nakedly crouching down between James' thick thighs, she reached out for the long, skinny shaft of his cock grasped it and hesitantly lowered her head to it.

Moving his bear-like body in behind her kneeling nakedness, Hugh rasped out, "Quit stalling... Or I'll give you some incentive strokes across the backside. Get to sucking!"

Repulsed and goosebumped with fright, the housewife worked the loose foreskin back and forth a couple of times before taking his throbbing boy-sized cock head into her wetly ovaled lips. Remembering her first lesson with Nick, she used her tongue swirlingly all around the smooth rubbery head of it, and was rewarded with a deep moan. Down on all fours, Mona bobbed her head up and down like a crazy jumping jack, working her tongue over his glistening shaft.

"Christ!" Ralph, the salesman from the men's department complained. "I wish she was sucking my cock!"

"Hang on, fellow. This is your Christmas bonus. Everybody gets a crack at this hussy."

Flanked by Ralph on one side, and Dan on the other, she felt their hands caressing and exploring her naked young body, cupping and fondling her heavily swaying breasts while fingers traced the coconut tan lines striping her body where her bikini once hugged. Behind her, the unmistakable presence of Hugh's big body was leaning over her, kissing her back, beginning up near her shoulders and moving downward, trailing his hot licking tongue down her spine. In spite of her disgust, the soft wet kisses made her shiver with unwanted delight as his tongue progressed on down, down, and down with inexorable slowness.

As James flexed his hips to drive his scalding penis up farther into her sucking mouth, Mona began absorbing more of his long thin seldom-used penis, letting it worm down her throat. The anesthetizing affects of the champagne had numbed her throat to all discomfort, and his skinny manhood caused no pain as it jabbed half way down to her esophagus. Closing her eyes, she began hollowing her cheeks to exert more sucking pressure, while she twisted her head slightly, her tongue swishing around the baby-mushroom head on each outstroke. To guide her movements, her other hand shot down to fondle his sperm-bloated chestnut-sized testicles.

Behind her, Hugh was working his way down to Mona's soft buttocks, while his hammy hands dug into the satiny, smooth flesh, his fingers prying her ass cheeks apart at the crevice, and his tongue pressuring downward until it licked at the brown eye of her rectum.

Cringing away from his velvety tongue at its first salacious contact, Mona was shocked by his audaciously obscene stimulation down there, but as erotic sensations continued to crackle through her, sparking her clear to the bellybutton, she wriggled back against his bloated face, struggling to wedge her legs wider apart, opening up a bigger playground for his searching tongue. Mona's better senses were lost to her sensuous ones and what it was she craved in these men, ribald and sexually demented, though they be, she couldn't decipher. I'm putty in their hands!

Dan on one side of her was sliding his hand down over her belly, forcing aside the reality that this was his gin rummy partner's wife whose belly button he was tickling; and as Hugh, behind her, let his mouth drift downward, until his long licking tongue lashed deep into the now seething portal of her eagerly throbbing cunt, Dan slipped his middle finger into the moist trap of her pussy slit, crying for attention and teased her clitoral bud with an erotic, maddening stroke. Mona's hips started moving as if strapped into a vibrator, undulating against both Hugh's wet tongue and Dan's finger-fucking. God! It feels so good... all those hands on me at once! I-I can't help it!

James Alabaster writhed in lewd delight beneath her vacuum-cleaner mouth, and his now expanding cock lurching involuntarily as the glistening shaft moved smoothly in and out like a greased piston between her nibbling, tightly ovaled lips.

"Ohhhh, you're so pretty. Now crawl up here on top of me and finish me off," he chortled.

Deferentially, Dan and Ralph on either side of her slid away, waiting their turn, aware of the corporate pecking order that was always in force in Hugh Murphy's loosely woven and strangely coupled organization. Mona balked. It was one thing for her to remain passive... to let them do with her as they pleased, because she was alone in her fight, it was another thing for her to be a willing martyr.

Behind her, Hugh withdrew his slithering tongue from her seeping cunt and barked: "Damn it, Mona, the man's been working for two day straight! Get your ass up there and start fucking him!"

Murphy's rumbling, commanding voice galvanized Mona into action and with trembling limbs, she crawled up timidly over James' blubbery hips, straddling him without being ordered, her tiny hand guided the hard wiener of his impatiently throbbing cock between her swollen pussy lips. Afraid she might crush this dwarfish man, she lowered herself onto his jutting erection and felt it slide smoothly up into her cunt, the rubbery cock head not quite reaching her sensitive cervix that tickled with lust. She paused to adjust herself, but the naked little man beneath her was in a hurry, his hips bucking eagerly, smacking into her pelvic bone.

"You've got a nice pussy," he complimented in a crackling voice.

A spark of sympathy for the love-starved man whispered through Mona's loins and she began to rock back and forward on him, raising her body and lowering it to drive his penis in and out of her sucking cuntal sheath. James ink-stained fingers reached up to

the full moons of her ripely swaying breasts and massaged them in tempo with her smoothly pumping hips. For the time being, the other four voyeurs could do little but watch as Mona's nakedly grinding buttock moved at a faster speed at James' urging, as he put his hands on her waist and pumped her up and down. Mona leaned forward slightly and James pulled her down to his hairless chest, her smoothly rounded buttocks still waving defenselessly high in the air behind her as she slaved away at fucking the accountant of Joseph's Department Store.

Her hands had fluttered free, and seeing his chance. Ralph slid over close, his flagpole cock dripping with pre-cum, he grasped her hand and wrapped it around his cock and flexed his hips in a masturbatory dance of lust.

Hugh took his cue and moved in close behind Mona, watching with dribbling awe as her wetly pumping pussy slid up and down the beanpole shaft of James' cock. Reaching out, he again caressed the satiny warmth of her plump buttocks, reveling in the feel of her ass muscles rippling under his strong hands. Inspiration struck and he lubricated his middle finger with saliva and pushed it against the brown button of her defenseless anus, remarking to no one in particular: "This ought to speed things up a little!"

Mona cringed from his evil intent and clenched her buttocks tight together in a feeble attempt to ward him off. In the next breath, she felt Hugh's thick finger enter her puckering anus and thrust with one smooth stroke into her quivering rectum. She moaned with the pain of it and emitted an involuntary cry of, "Oh... please, don't!"

Her answer was an obscene chuckle from Hugh, as he moved the finger in and out of the hot sponginess of her rectum, countering her even fucking movements up and down James' hardness.

Beneath her, exhausted from lack of sleep, his nerves ready to fire from his delicious fucking, he felt the bulging intrusion of the thin separating tissues that rubbed directly along the sensitive underside of his penis, intensifying the fantastically exciting feeling of her tight cunt, and knew he would be cumming in a matter of minutes. Writhing his pudgy hips, he bucked up against her pelvic bones as he felt the signaling jerks of his coming ejaculation, "Agh! Ag AAAaaaauuuggh!" he groaned loudly as his penis exploded, jetting his hot sperm up into her milking pussy. He stopped moving, holding himself rigid as jerking cock pumped it from him; he tried to grab her rotating hips and hold her still. "That's it! Stop now! Damn it!"

But Mona had no intentions of stopping now! Her pulsating pussy felt stroked so beautifully and her climax was only one pet away. God! I could cum in fifteen seconds! She realized what he was saying and realized, painfully, that his cock was softening, no longer filling her. In the next instant, she felt herself being lifted and rolled bodily, as Hugh behind her, ripped his thick finger from her rectum and hauled her nakedly resisting body from on top of James. Her fingers tore from Ralph's pulsating penis as Hugh turned her expertly over on her back and eased his burly body down between her widespread thighs, dribbling with James' still warm sperm.

Orin Bradley lay under the cotton roof of blankets watching with mixed incredulity and envy as the storm victims swiveled, kicking legs and waving arms to the disco beat of the Bee Gees blasting from the third floor stereo department... "Stayin' alive... stayin' alive..."

Obviously heat was no problem for them; across the escalator he could see in the glaring lantern light the fleshy shimmer of naked chests shiny with perspiration... and more than one bouncing pair of breasts had popped free of a neckline.

"Like a bunch of gypsies gone berserk," grumbled Orin, tucking the blanket up under his quivering chin, and wiggling his icy toes to make sure they were still there. Mona... where the hell is Mona and that extra blanket? His fingers reached over and touched the cold metal of his watch sitting on the nightstand under the clown clock. He held it up, squinting. The bitch has been gone for over half an hour! Now how could he excuse her for that?

Snarling with rage, he threw back the covers, stomped into his shoes and watching his breath steam in the cold bitter darkness of despair, he threw on his clothes, shirt tail hanging out. This is it... enough of this messin' around!

Blanche and Sondra weren't hard to pick out in the sweating morass of children, young singles, married couples and a few golden-aged senior citizens... and one pregnant lady. Sondra's long strawberry hair caught the orange lantern flames, casting neon red streaks of excitement in the furniture department turned dance hall. She and Blanche were bumping and grinding face to face when Orin tapped Blanche on the shoulder and screamed in her ear.

"What's happened to Mona? They've got her, the bastards!" Orin found release in blasphemy, something Mona had never allowed before.

Blanche panted to a breathy stop and swizzled around. "Hugh told me to get the hell out of the office. They've got five men in there... and I think they're all planning to lay Mona!"

"Five?" Orin exploded. "That's a damned gang bang. Who the hell are these bastards?"

"Well..." she counted on her fingers. "There's James Alabaster... the accountant. Hugh, of course and my husband, and two others. Do you know who they are?" she cupped her hand and held her mouth close to Sondra's ear.

"Ralph and Dan..." she supplied. "I saw them go in there. They wouldn't let me in!" she pouted.

"Dan? The guard Dan? Gin rummy Dan?" Orin's jaw fell from shocked deceit. "Okay, we know where she is, but how do we get to her?"

Orin's blue eyes fastened on the business office area at the other end of the fourth floor.

"Well, we could even up the numbers, I suppose..." Sondra suggested with a glinting smirk. "Make things easier on Mona."

"What do you mean, even things up?" Orin queried with a lopsided grin.

"Well, it's five to one now on Mona. That's a lot of dick if she isn't used to it. Blanche and I could make it easier on Mona," Sondra reasoned.

"...Or six to three if Orin came along," added the secretary.

"Oh, I'm coming along. I don't want Mona getting hurt... but how do we get in?" Real concern shoved aside anger now.

"You forget, I'm the secretary... I open the office every morning." She shoved a half empty champagne bottle under Orin's nose. "Drink this, you're gonna need it..."