Chapter 6
She wondered if death was something like the things that she was experiencing in this weird and way-out place. Her mind was beginning to reassert itself and she was aware of what was going on all around her. She was something that Johnny wouldn't want now, even if she was able to call him and tell him that she was no longer a virgin and she was ready and eager for his efforts.
Carol Burke, eighteen, beautiful young stew, ex-virgin, ex-iceberg, now casual piece of ass for anyone who might want to try her out. She shivered as she stood chin deep in the warm waters of the vast underground pool and watched the others around her.
In a way, she felt a little sorry for Cassie Kimball. She had everything a girl could want and she was here and at the mercy of Adam and his people and they were all sex fiends and there was nothing that Cassie's money could do to help her. Not now. Nothing would help Cassie. And nothing would help her.
She did wish that she could be different. She wished that she could be casual about sex and accept its demands without being so straitlaced and inhibited. Cassie was standing in the water too, and then she began swimming and she went off into the soft, undulating mists that were floating above the surface of the pool. She was alone for a while and she looked at those who were having good times in the water and on the edges of the pool and she envied them their casual enjoyment of something that was not possible for her.
She wondered if her early years might have had something to do with the way she felt about things now. She remembered the things that she had seen and almost immediately a feeling of revulsion and distaste came alive in her and she was saddened by the things that she had to think about. Someone said once that the children of sin are usually those most beautiful of all. She had heard her mother say that time and time again and she knew that her father and mother had known each other only casually. And she grew up seeing how that could be her mother's way.
Norma Burke was a pretty girl, a voluptuous blonde hoyden, with soft, gentle eyes and a wide, sexy smile. Norma Burke was a rape case looking for a place to happen, and she was the one who was always saying it. She was very proud of her kid, Carol, and each new boyfriend got to meet the tow-headed girl who was growing up too quickly to suit Norma. But, Carol was sure that her mother loved her and wanted her and she managed to close her eyes to a lot of things.
She knew that her mother was sleeping with lots of different men but she didn't really know what that sort of living involved. Then one night she found out and she was never the same afterward. She was thirteen and her mother was always showing her off and there had been some unpleasant experiences with the men that her mother brought into the house. She tried to keep herself busy as much as she could, and she tried to keep to herself but that was not easy in the small apartment that she and her mother shared.
One of Norma's boyfriends was young and decidedly too aggressive, she thought. His name was Clyde and he drove a truck and he had met Norma somehow, somewhere, and they were friends. Clyde started coming to the house a lot and she knew that he and Norma were having sex every time they got the chance, but she tried to close her eyes.
Clyde brought his friend, Ronnie, to the house one evening and it bothered her the way the two of them kept staring at her. They were having drinks and when she decided to go to bed, she said good night to Norma and her company and she went into her room. There was no lock on her door and just as she was falling asleep, she realized that someone was in the room with her. She sat up and there was some light, enough to know that Clyde's friend, Ronnie, was sitting on her bed, regarding her with a stupid, drunken look. She stared at him, frightened out of her wits.
He reached out and his hands went inside the top of her pajamas and then he was candidly handling her bare breasts and he seemed to be enjoying himself. She was terrified and she gasped at his first touch.
"Shut up and don't make a sound," he told her in a quiet tone. "You make a sound and I'll kill you. I'm not going to hurt you. Handle you some, maybe, sure, but hurt you, no. You just shut up, you hear?"
He squeezed her nipples in a way that produced agony but he was waiting for an answer. She nodded and then he laughed softly. "Your old lady is getting her ass fucked right now," he said, "and they won't be too interested in anything else. You just be a good girl and let Ronnie have some fun and you won't get hurt. Now, you just enjoy."
He put his mouth on hers and she could taste the faint flavor of booze and cigarette smoke on his breath. Then he used his hand to push her pajamas down and then his fingers were in between her legs and she was weeping quietly, hideously. He put his mouth on her breasts and he sucked them while his fingers played between her legs. She felt his big fat finger sliding into her vagina and she squirmed and shuddered, reacting involuntarily to direct stimulation. She knew that she was very wet between her legs and Ronnie was sliding his fat finger in and out of her. She could not disguise the quick, convulsive spasms that occurred when she had an orgasm and she hated herself for being so vulnerable, so venal.
He found her hand with his unoccupied hand and then she was holding his bare penis. It was hard and stiff and sort of dribbling all over her fingers. He told her to move her hand up and down while she held it and she seemed to like doing that to him and that appalled her.
A new and awful sense of sexual excitement and lust seemed to possess him and she felt his hands on her head. Then he was pushing her face into his lap, and she tasted the tip of his organ. Then it was in her mouth and he was ejaculating and she was gagging because be shoved his organ down her throat and his material poured down her throat too and she felt herself losing consciousness as her head began to spin and her mind seemed to dissolve into hideous terror.
When she regained her senses, she was alone in the bed and her pajamas were torn, her bed was soaked, because she had apparently wet herself, and she could smell the pungent odor of his semen in her bed, too.
She got out of the covers and went into the bathroom and she was crying, the tears sliding down her cheeks, her body aching and shuddering because of the outrages that had been forced upon it.
She sat in a hot tub and in time she was able to decide that she had not been harmed, not really. She had been forced to swallow the man's semen, she had been forced to endure his touch upon the most intimate parts of her person, and she had been handled rather badly, but she still had her life, she had not been sexually assaulted, and there was every reason to hope that she could forget the things that had been done to her.
When she got back into her bed after changing the linens, she could not sleep. She thought about the things that had been done to her and she decided that she would say nothing to anyone. In the morning she went off to school, as usual and she was sure that she could forget the whole business. But it was not that easy.
Her experience with Ronnie made her feel unclean, used, abused too perhaps, and she could not drive the happenings of the night from her mind. Her time in school that day was not at all the usual pleasant experience. Instead, she kept looking at all of the other youngsters, sure that they were staring at her and guessing at the things that she had done during the night. That was not at all sensible and she knew it, but it was the way her mind was working and there was nothing that she could do about it.
Ronnie came to her home again and again and she lived in terror for a long while. She was sure that he would invade her bedroom again and do other things to her, but he did not. For a time she felt rejected, unwanted. She was never able to be sensible about sex and she would vacillate from a time of pure terror and dread, expecting to be molested by the ambitious Ronnie and when he did not attempt to assault her, she worried that she was not attractive enough to warrant further interest from him. That worried her more than anything else.
Then she found out why there was little interest in her and she supposed that her revulsion for sex or its practitioners stemmed from that awful night when she stood in a closet, watching her mother being abused sexually by two men, and when she realized that her mother was enjoying it all, her disgust overwhelmed her.
She had been given money to go to the movies after the evening meal and she got dressed and started out for the show. Halfway there, she realized that she had left some change that she wanted to spend on candy in her jeans. The jeans were hanging in her closet and she decided to hike back home again and get the money. She went into the apartment and found that Clyde and her mother's best beau, George, a tall, slender redhead, were with her in the kitchen. They were having some drinks and she heard George ask Norma where the kid was and Norma laughingly replied that she had been sent to the movies.
"Why don't you blow both of us right away?" Clyde said, "Otherwise we will blow our lump just fooling around with you."
"All right," Norma said, smiling. "Come on into the bedroom so that I can get at it all."
She went into her closet and began searching for the money in her jeans and she realized quickly that that was a tactical error. Once inside the closet, she was trapped because her mother and the two men entered Norma's bedroom, which adjoined her own. The door was opened partially and she could see everything, hear everything with a sort of terrible clarity, and she was to remember the things that she saw forever.
Norma was smiling, enjoying the admiration of the two men, and she reached for each one's crotch. She got their pants open and then she unbuckled their belts and dropped their pants so that she could cup her palm beneath their balls and lick the head of each cock in a windshield wiper pattern.
"Jesus," Clyde said, "You'd better suck me right away or I'll waste it all. I'm just too damned hot to keep."
Norma smiled up at him and she took the head of his cock into her mouth and then she was sliding it in and out of her mouth while her cheeks were all sucked in and Norma was exerting great pressures and talents upon Clyde's organ and then it was spilling into her mouth and Carol remembered the way Ronnie's juice had tasted and she was revolted while she stood and watched her mother eagerly swallowing Clyde's juices. Then she turned her attention to George's big cock and she did the same thing to him. Carol was shivering in the closet and she was afraid that they would learn of her presence, but they did not.
She watched her mother get undressed in front of the two men and she had to admit that her mother's body was beautiful.
Norma had long, plump breasts with tiny nipples. The rosettes were a pale coral and she had the pure white skin of the true blonde. The two men were handling her breasts with their eager fingers and she stood and let them have their way with her and she was obviously enjoying their touch.
Clyde raised Norma's skirt and his hands began fondling and caressing her plump buttocks, occasionally sliding forward to part the lips of her sexual organ. Each time his fingers slipped into her slimy valley, Norma giggled and she shook violently. She was suddenly naked and the men's hands were everywhere and Norma didn't seem to care. She was using her hands on their stiff cocks and it all became a weird sort of frenzied program.
Clyde laid down on the bed and Norma got onto the bed too. She sat down on Clyde's cock and he held it straight up so that Norma could slide it up into her body. Then she laid her torso down on Clyde's chest and she began squirming her bottom around and he was easing himself into her and then withdrawing and Norma was having herself a wonderful time.
"Make way for an asshole fucker," George said boisterously. He knelt behind Norma's bottom and between Clyde's legs and then he was easing his big cock into Norma's rear end and she shifted her bottom in a way that showed she was being pleased enormously by George's active rod in her asshole. She began moving her body around and then she was panting and squealing and the men were loud and gluttonous in their enjoyment of Norma's pretty young body, but she seemed to be the one enjoying it most. She could see the way the flesh of Norma's sexual parts clenched and worked when orgasm came, and when the men came, too. She could see it all and a wave of shame and revulsion overcame her and she wished only that she could get away and no one would ever know that she had seen anything. But that was not to be. The sexual orgy that was taking place only a short distance away from her went on and on and she watched it all, revolted and ashamed of her mother.
The hours went on and her mother's lovers finally ran out of steam and juices and then they decided that it was time for them to go home. Norma got dressed and she fixed coffee and cake for her two male friends and while they sat in the kitchen, enjoying the dessert that Norma gave them, Carol escaped from the closet and she went out of the house quietly. Later, when she went back home after returning, supposedly from the movies, she found her mother in bed and asleep.
After that night she and her mother grew farther and farther apart and, if she noticed it, Norma probably chalked it up to the fact that her daughter was growing up. As soon as she could, Carol left home and began on her own. She worked to put herself through her college semester and when she became friends with a girl who worked as a stew, she decided that that was the life she wanted.
Meeting Johnny and falling in love were things that she had not planned for and so she had reacted quite viciously to his cold propositions. Now she was in worse trouble. Thinking about the things that had been done to her suggested that her mind had closed its doors and saved her from considerable trauma. She could remember the pain of her initial assault and then there were times of great sensations that were indeed pleasurable and then her mind seemed to warp out again and she drifted in a haven of half-remembered fantasies.
Now she was content to stand in the warm waters of the pool and enjoy the calming benefits that she was experiencing. She swam for a time and she placed her hands over her plump, pointed breasts and she squeezed them, hurt them, and then she wondered why she did it. She could feel the swift, stabbing currents of raw sensation and that was amazing. She had supposed that her sexual sensations had been turned off at their source. She was not sure whether she was glad that they were not as dulled as she had supposed.
The shrill blast of a whistle surprised her, but it was only one of Adam's helpers calling an end to the swim period. The people who had been gamboling in the water climbed out and she noticed that there were many couples who left the pool area with their arms around each other and their evidences of love quite apparent for all to see.
She wished that there was someone who loved her. She was lonely, she realized, and that was a horrid thought. There were so many people around her but no one cared about her and she wished that it could be otherwise.
She got out of the pool, too, and there were girls waiting to attend to her and Cassie, too. The girls led them into another chamber and they were given a pair of shorts and a bra and she was glad to be clothed again. Cassie wore the rags that she had been given quite proudly. She was solemn-faced, Carol saw, waiting to see what was to happen next, probably.
Dan Roberts was led away by a pair of tall young men. She wondered where they were taking him and what they would do with him. She was sure that Dan represented the only hope of escape that they had. If he was hurt or incapacitated they would have to stay in this weird valley for as long as Adam decreed.
The girls who were looking after her and Cassie seemed to be quite happy about things. They were very willing to talk and to tell her what was to come later on.
"We will all get dressed and then there will be a big feast and after we have rested, there will be a black mass that will take up most of the night." The girl who spoke was a very shapely blonde with big dark eyes and a slow, sexy smile. The other one was a brunette with a cute set of dimples on either side of her wide, full-lipped mouth.
The blonde had more to say. "The radio is now saying that you people are presumed to be lost or dead, so now Adam has decreed that you belong to us. Tonight, at the height of the black mass we will adopt you and accept you into our bosom. And then you will each be one of us."
Carol was tempted to ask what would happen should they decide that they did not want to be one of the group. The answer she might get could be frightening. She decided not to ask anything.
They were conducted through a maze of tunnels and labyrinthian passageways and then they were outside in the areaway that was covered by the overhanging mountains. There were tables groaning with food and fruits and Carol and Cassie were seated at one of the large tables.
The girls who were their companions, or guards, perhaps, invited them to eat and Carol was a bit surprised to find that she was hungry. Cassie seemed to be famished too. They began eating and the food was delicious. When they were done with their meal, there was coffee and cigarettes. Later, they were served a soft drink that tasted just like lemonade. Carol drank several glasses of the concoction and she decided that she liked it. Cassie seemed to enjoy the soft drink too and while she said nothing, Cassie did seem to be a bit more cheerful.
The day was gone and the grotto was lit by candlelight and the brightness of many fires. The people of the valley were split up into groups of three or four, sometimes more, and they were all clothed and conducting themselves in a subdued and rather sedate fashion for them. Carol wondered why the sudden change and she listened very carefully while one of the girls talked with Cassie, explaining the significance of the black mass for all of them. The way the girl talked about it, the black mass was a time of orgies and excesses and a rededication to the devil and all of his amusements.
"We will dress you girls in your sacrificial robes and we will conduct you to the altar and see to it that you are prepared for your initiation into Adam's organization."
Bitterly, Cassie said, "We don't want to be initiated into Adam's organization."
"Yes, you do," the girl said calmly. "The alternative is death. You can perform splendidly on the altar or you can die upon it. The choice is yours."
There was no more talk and Carol allowed the girls to lie her down upon a table that was covered with a rubber sheet and she was quite still as soft hands massaged her body and rubbed a fragrant lotion into her skin. They were especially delighted to rub the lotion into her crotch and her delicate flesh there. One girl slipped a finger into each of her openings and she whimpered in sudden reaction to the lotion's sting. It was really a pleasurable sensation and she was aware of a sudden sexual ardor that was not at all like her. She was squirming as she began to feel the smarting, tingling sensation of the lotion everywhere. It was a wild sort of feeling and when the girl attending her slipped her finger into her body she responded with a drenching orgasm that amazed her. The girl smiled at her and she manipulated the finger some more until Carol's flesh achieved a clenching, twitching spasm that furnished her with a time of pure sexual ecstasy. When she began to calm, the girl leaned over so that she could brush Carol's lips with her own. She kissed her sweetly, almost tenderly.
"It's the lemonade that you drank," the girl said. "It turns people on really wild. It is the damndest aphrodisiac we have ever seen. It really is. But, I guess you know by now. It gets even wilder as time goes on. You will have a grand time tonight."
She looked at Cassie and saw that she was being handled in much the same way. The girl attending Cassie was busy dressing her in gossamer and peekaboo clothes and she shivered as the girl attending her began to do the same things to her that were being done to Cassie.
There was a wispy bra with cutouts that permitted the nipples to protrude in a way that was almost obscene, she thought. The girl had a makeup kit and she tinted the rosettes with wet-looking lip tints that were very much in vogue at the time. The nipples were tinted a bright, alluring red. There was a gossamer blouse that fitted over her torso and wispy pantaloons of the same material for the lower half. Her crotch was shaved and then smoothed with depilatories and then the pantaloons were put on. Her pubis was bare and the girl took a lipstick brush to letter words above her sexual cleft. The words were "Kiss me." She shivered as she saw the letters on Cassie's smooth pubis and she realized that the letters they put on her must be the same ones.
There were cuffs of velvet-covered leather and the girls put them on each wrist, then there were others for each ankle. There was little talk. The girls who were doing things to her and Cassie seemed to know exactly what they were doing and there was a general lassitude in her that kept her from resisting. She was conscious of a growing, gnawing excitement in her loins and she wondered if people could be sexually aroused against their will. If she was any indication, they certainly could be.
The girls brushed her hair and then tied it back with ribbons. The girls who were with them seemed to be very artistic at makeup and when she looked into a mirror that one of the girls put up on a table, she was amazed to find that she was lovely beyond her wildest dreams.
"Now you look your loveliest," the girl told her. "You two will give your souls and your bodies to our great leader, Adam, father of mankind, guardian of our lives. Now, come along, both of you."
She glanced at Cassie and she could see that the beautiful blonde was moving in a sort of trance. She obeyed each command and she seemed to have no will of her own. The girls took up the velvet ropes that dangled from a wristlet and they began leading her and Cassie through some more corridors and she noticed that there were lights along their way, small torches burning with flickering tongues of flame. It did seem to her that Adam and his followers had brought many of the outside conveniences to the valley. And there seemed to be no shortages of materials or anything else. Adam and his flock were living in rustic luxury and they deprived themselves of nothing.
There was a quality of unreality about the scene that she found herself in and she was sure that it had to be a fantasy, induced perhaps by the strange drink that she had enjoyed so much, but there were periods of great lucidity and she could see Cassie walking along in front of her, garbed in the same transparent materials. Cassie's buttocks shifted and moved bewitchingly and she shifted her gaze, shamed by a swift onrush of passion and an eagerness to touch the smooth, shapely buttocks in front of her.
She was sure that the drinks she had had were doing that to her and she wished that she could think sensibly and connectedly. Every little once in a while she could realize that she and Cassie had been carefully groomed and dressed for a purpose. When she tried to decide what that purpose might be, her mind slithered away and she moved like a robot. Cassie was moving like a person in a trance, too.
Her mind seemed to drop off into one of those times of nothingness and then she was alert again and she and Cassie were in a large, high-domed cavern and there was light streaming down onto a raised dais. The dais was large, too, and there were several crudely fashioned couches and they were draped with black velvet. There were candles flickering everywhere and she noticed that the vast chamber of darkness beyond the dais was crowded with people.
The girl who was her guard forced her to lie down on her back and then she was shackled so that she could not move. They did the same to Cassie and when she saw that Cassie's legs were spread so that her sexual parts were visible and rather fetchingly displayed to the audience, it occurred to her to notice that she was displayed in the same way.
There was a time of silence and she could hear the rustling of garments and the sounds of breathing and coughing and then a great and collective sigh seemed to rise from the audience and Adam and Jacob and Noah were on the crude stage with them. There were others who appeared close to her, too.
Rebecca was close to her, Naomi and Sarah were near, too. Each of them were fully covered by black silk robes and when Adam stepped forward to address his flock, a loud, ragged moan filled the cavern with weird sound. Adam lifted his hands high and then he began to talk to his flock in a loud and unfamiliar way. It was a chant and his people knew it by heart, apparently, because there were times when Adam would stop speaking or chanting and his followers would bleat like unhappy sheep and then they would become silent and Adam would go on with his recitation.
In time, Adam ran out of chants and he stood, head bowed, hands folded across his middle a deep silence seemed to fill the vast cave.
"And now my friends," Adam said finally, "it is time for us to rededicate our souls to Lucifer and to enjoy the gifts that he has sent our way. Now, let us speak to our leader and let us once again tell him of our devotion to him."
There was another chant and they all knew it and the cave echoed and reverberated with the noise of their enthusiastic chants. When the chant ended, Adam lifted his hands high again and his voice sounded loud and harsh in the silence.
"And now," he said, "we have three pilgrims who will drink deeply of the fountain of strength. They are, Carl, Sandra, and Lois. Each has been assigned a fountain and we now stand ready to fulfill their efforts. The girls may come forward and claim their rewards."
Adam whisked his robe off and stood naked and aroused before his people. His cock was shining under the light, stiff and enormous. He stood still for a moment as Noah and Jacob removed their robes and moved up to stand beside him. They too were enormously ready for sexual activity.
The girls moved onto the stage and a tiny blonde girl knelt in front of Adam's stiff prong. She began licking it and kissing it and her body was swaying and moving in a weird sort of early ecstasy. Then she took Adam's immense organ into her mouth and she began sucking him off, bobbing her head up and down while she worked. Carol realized that it took her awhile to notice that the girls were all stark naked, too.
She watched it all and she could see that the males would not last any time at all and she seemed to think it was really quite nice when each of the cocks erupted and the girls began swallowing, slowly, eagerly. The men were patting the girls on their heads, exhorting them to drink deeply of the fountain of strength and the girls were very glad to obey. Then it was over and Adam exhorted his flock to enjoy the sacrificial procedures that would take place next.
"Enjoy each other fully, my children," he said. "Now you may taste each other, fill each other, do that which you wish. Now, bring on the mastodon for our pretty little visitors."
Two young girls walked into the pool of brightness and they were leading Dan Roberts. He was not entirely aware of what was taking place but his cock was fiercely erect and as he stood, docile, waiting, his organ was dribbling the juices of his loins.
Adam said, "It is fitting that this splendid specimen should induct our sacrificial neophytes into the ways of Lucifer. The mastodon shall fill their cunts with his bursting cock and with the massive dosages within him, he shall perform beautifully. He will fuck these lovely young things and then those of you who wish to, may use them in any way you like."
Adam clapped his hands and then one of the girls holding Dan Roberts' leash led him to the vee of Cassie's crotch. The big man shivered and then he bent over so that he could do that which was expected of him. Carol was able to watch as one of the girls bent Dan's cock downward so that she could place it at the opening between Cassie's legs. He was shoving his cock into the wet flesh then and Carol watched, shaking and twitching with raw desires that she couldn't quite identify. Cassie was enjoying Dan's efforts and she could see that they were both shaking and squirming in sweet agony and their loins gathered and spent themselves. She supposed that it would all be over but it was not.
Dan was led away and a pretty girl began eating Cassie's cunt and then a young man was pushing his cock into Cassie's mouth and she was actually sucking it. Another male was handling her breasts and it was obvious that Cassie had been turned over to the multitude to be used any way they desired.
Then Dan Roberts eased his big cock into her and her flesh was so sensitive, so alive with responsive nerve endings, she could not exert any control over her organs and she seemed to be coming steadily, each orgasm following right on the heels of the one that preceded it. It was a time of uninhibited sensual ecstasies and she would be ashamed of her venality after it was over but she could not help herself. She was caught up in frenzied spasms of sheer sexual lust and her body became indecently involved in bliss. She could feel every motion of Dan's cock inside her body and when he began spurting in her depths she joined him in a monumental orgasm that became so intense, she could not sustain herself and she fainted, overcome by an excess of sensual frenzy.
She woke later and found that the animals were at her. A young girl was nursing on the fruits of her passions, sucking fiercely and licking her supersensitive flesh and she knew that she was whimpering in blissful anguish, too weakened to be conscious of her own sinfulness.
They had shifted her body and her legs were held high in the air by ropes that dropped from the ceiling. One man was contentedly fucking her in the wrong place while a handsome young boy was licking her slit and feasting upon the nectars that had been deposited there. She was ablaze with fierce sexual lusts and she had someone's cock in her mouth and when it spilled its fruits she simply swallowed it all and went right on with her nursing.
She knew that Dan Roberts was down on the ground somewhere close to her. She could see what was being done to him and she wondered if he was enjoying himself. One pretty girl was licking his asshole and tonguing frenziedly while another girl licked and sucked his cock. Another young girl was astride his mouth and he was frenching her quite capably, and in spite of the things that were taking place, it seemed that everyone was having a very good time. She was enjoying it all and she knew that that was not right. Dan Roberts was in his glory, too, it seemed.
They had shifted Cassie's legs and her body too and she was being fucked in each hole by a long line of handsome young men who waited patiently to fuck her. Then, a girl would feast for a while and cleanse her loins and then another stud would move in and it would happen all over again. One of the men was built exceptionally large and when he rammed his stiffened club into Cassie's body, she screamed and those who were around her laughed.
Carol wondered if she and Cassie and Don would be able to speak to each other after it was all over. Even if they were rescued now, would they ever be able to scrub themselves clean and wholesome again? Somehow, she doubted it.
She became aware of a handsome young man who was standing beside her head, bent so that he could kiss her lips and when he pushed his cock into her mouth, she shivered and began sucking as contentedly as any experienced fellatrice. She realized, with a sick certainty, that she was enjoying it all. She flicked her tongue against the smoothness of the boy's cock and then he was gushing in her mouth and she was using her fingers to milk him dry. She was using the other hand to fondle his dangling balls and the boy was handling her breasts and squeezing the nipples and she was in a blissful state for a long time.
Her mind went off of the rails again and she dozed, but when she woke, she was conscious of great agitation and extreme stimulation between her legs. When she opened her eyes and managed to look downward, she found that there was a huge dog licking her vulva. Each time the big tongue would make a lingering journey from the base of her spine to the top of her pubis, some of her product would be expelled and the dog was eager for every drop, so it was a continuing process, a period of exceptional torment, but the pleasurable sensations that she could feel seemed to make it all worthwhile and utterly delightful.
She wriggled herself into a position that was a bit more comfortable and she was sure that she was a new and sudden convert to Adam's way of life. She had certainly discovered the key word in Adam's philosophy and she was ready to embrace it fully.
The word was enjoy. Enjoy.