Chapter 7
Nan realized she had to hurry. She had one more day to get into Mae's old mansion, find the information she wanted, and write her story. True, she could make a passable feature out of the information she already had and from the files at the Gazette, but that wasn't good enough... and as long as there was time to do better, she was going to try.
There was something else to consider, too. Aaron Stemfelder wanted the story for his scandalmongering column. Nan was convinced that Mae's private life was like something out of a Greek orgy and she was sure an expose on the old lady would be gleefully accepted by sensation-loving newspaper readers... but it was just possible that Mae deserved more in the way of fair treatment from the press as well as from the world she had so richly endowed.
Also, Aaron Stemfelder was right behind her. He had learned about everything except the old mansion. Nan knew he was still following her and she knew that somehow she must prevent him from getting the proof of Mae's sexual degeneracy. After all, the old lady had changed when she left New Toronto and she had apparently given away everything she owned in town to keep all the witnesses-especially Art Teffler-from talking. Although they had kept their silence while Mae Jetty was alive, now that she was dead, none of her former New Toronto playmates seemed to care whether or not her good reputation remained intact.
Nan was sitting at her desk, staring at her telephone, knowing what she had to do and hating herself because she was almost looking forward to another tussle with Teffler. It seemed to her, now that she thought about it, she could put to harmful use the knowledge of his lewd and twisted way of life. The thought made her smile an evil smile... then she caught herself. I can't use his trick, she realized. Blackmail is the kind of thing Teffler himself would employ. If she used it too, she would become like him. Her conscience wouldn't allow it. She would have to go to him for the key, but she knew she wouldn't use blackmail to pry it out of him.
We'll play it by ear, she thought, a newborn toughness expressing itself in her. She picked up the phone.
Teffler was anxious to see her. He almost sounded friendly.
"I'm a businessman," he repeated to her over the phone. "I know you want into the old house and I have a perfectly fair bargain for you."
"W-what sort of bargain. I should think I'd paid enough."
"Yeah. Well, you may be right. You paid a good fee. Very satisfactory. But you didn't hang around long enough to collect your end of it. Now the proposition is changed, baby," his voice fell back into its sneering tone, "and I got a friend who can work everything out for both of us... that is, if you really want the key."
On her way over to Teffler's Nan's mind produced images of the orgy she'd been forced to take part in the day before. If Teffler had a friend, it was bound to be someone like that Steve who loved... what was it called... oh, yes, buggering. She didn't know if her rectum could stand another adventure like the last one.
When the elevator opened, the outer room was empty but the door to Teffler's living room was ajar and she could hear men's voices.
"Here she is now," she heard Teffler say, "You guys ready?"
"Certainly, Arthur," said a mellifluous baritone.
"Oh, Harvey. No. God, no!" said a younger voice, higher pitched, almost effeminate and very agitated.
"Now, Billy," said the soothing mellow baritone, "nothing can be as horrible as you're making this seem. Just remember what I told you."
Nan was now at the door. Hesitating only for a heartbeat, she entered.
The three of them were standing by the doorway to the hall, across the room from Nan. She stopped when she saw them. Teffler wore only his jockey shorts. A big man, who was apparently Harvey, wore an expensive Oriental bathrobe. Little Billy was fully dressed in an oddly cut suit of robin's egg blue. He was obviously a homosexual, and equally obvious was his severe fright. He gulped when she entered, his eyes were wide and he seemed to twitch as if seeking escape, but was afraid to run.
The penis in Teffler's shorts lurched when Nan entered the room. Now it was growing and would soon, she was sure, pop out of its cotton prison.
Harvey noticed it too. "Arthur!" he scolded mildly. "Must you be so gross?"
"If you'd had her like I had," replied Teffler, his prick still climbing, "yer cock'd leap, too."
Harvey looked at Nan speculatively. "I believe you're right."
Nan decided not to waste time on them. "Before you three try anything," she said to Teffler, "I'd like the key."
"Ah, right to business," said Harvey. "I admire that."
"Shuddup, you big faggot," said Teffler curtly. "You get the key," he told Nan, "after you pay for it and not until." His voice was practically a whine as though he was involved in something he didn't like, something that would not be to his own exclusive benefit.
"Now, Arthur, you let me handle this," said Harvey. He turned to Nan. "Sit down, my dear, and let me explain."
Nan, though she wasn't afraid either of Teffler or his friends, was weak-kneed. Fear, she now realized, came from the unknown. Teffler she knew, so she wasn't afraid of him... but these other two, though they weren't menacing in appearance, had something up their sleeve that Nan suspected wasn't going to be pleasant for her.
Nan sat on a couch and primly pulled her hem to her knees. She had worn a longer skirt this time. Harvey and Teffler watched her action with vulturous interest, but poor Billy shrieked and started to run for the door.
Teffler and Harvey grabbed him before he could get two steps. "Noo-o-o, Billy. You promised. Remember? It means so much to both of us."
Harvey soothed the younger homosexual and moved him over to the chair across from Nan. The boy-he couldn't have been more than eighteen-began to weep despite a tremendous effort not to.
Harvey stood next to him, a protective hand on Billy's shoulder. "You see, Miss, uh..."
"Flanders," she said.
"... Flanders, Billy is a bit of a problem to us and we thought, in exchange for the key you admire so much, that you might help us out."
Nan couldn't answer. Teffler was moving around on the periphery of her vision and she couldn't concentrate on anything but the gigantic erection which had now burst out of his shorts. It jerked and throbbed as he edged closer to her. None of the men seemed to experience any embarrassment at this turn of events. Harvey was a little annoyed as he waved Teffler away. Finally Teffler left the room.
"He is crude, isn't he?" commented Harvey.
Nan relaxed as she saw Teffler leave. "What do you want me to do?" she asked, knowing full well what it was.
"Not to bother with details," began Harvey, "I am, as Arthur has already pointed out, a homosexual. I take young boys as lovers and Billy here is my latest."
Billy whimpered forlornly and Nan thought she might throw up as she saw the boy try to snuggle up to the older queer.
"Unfortunately, there is a catch. Arthur and I have a club... an organization of pleasure seekers, if you will. To become a member, there is only one requirement... you must be bisexual."
"You mean..."
"One must be willing to... uh... unite with any other member of the club, no matter the sex of that member."
"And... uh... Billy..." Nan didn't know how to phrase it.
"William, the poor lad, has a terrible fear of women and, though I assure you he is an adept partner at any form of lovemaking, he is a virgin where women are concerned. We were hoping you'd cure him."
"But, why? Why not just let him... do what he wants?"
"Simple, my dear. He's my lover, and I don't want a lover who doesn't join me in all my activities."
Nan couldn't believe her ears. Here was this raging fag blandly telling her the details of his sex life as if he were just passing the time of day with matter-of-fact chitchat. Not only was he baring himself in his casual way, he was asking her to join in his degrading activities.
And there was Billy... Nan didn't know what to think about Billy-just the thought of undressing him filled her with loathing. Funny, she didn't imagine he would undress himself. He was too childlike, she guessed.
Nan, however, had already steeled herself for whatever was to be asked of her in Teffler's apartment. She had to get that key.
"All right," she said, "but can't we be alone?"
Billy broke into sobs when she assented. "No," he pleaded, looking up at Harvey with tears filming his eyes. "Isn't there some other way?"
"William, this fear of women has to be cleared up. It's weak," Harvey said, his voice assuming the hard tones of command. "Much as I admire your taste, it just isn't normal to be afraid of pussy, not even for... one of... us."
"Oh, God!" wailed Billy.
"None of that," said Harvey, like a stern housemother. "You've already promised that you'd try."
"All right," Billy said weakly. "I'll try-It's just that I can't stand the thought of those greasy slits."
That was one too many for Nan. She shouted at him, "Now you listen to me, you little... little flower! I don't know what you're used to, but women are no greasier than... than..." she didn't know what.
Her sudden anger did him in. "Okay," he whined. "Okay, don't get mad. Please," he sniffled.
"And wipe your nose," she demanded. "How do you expect me to get worked up over a sniveling brat?"
"Gently," said Harvey, who now drew from within his ornate robe a long leather-wrapped handle from which hung a dozen or so tough thongs. "We must be gentle with those we love, mustn't we?" His voice changed from its former mellow tones to a cold and sinister whisper.
Nan drew back as much from his voice as from the sight of the vicious-looking whip. Billy, too, had shuddered when Harvey brought out the instrument of perverted torture.
"Y-you d-don't dare touch me with th-that... that thing." Nan said, trying not to scream. She almost wished Teffler would come back into the room in the desperate hope that not even he would approve of whips.
"We only use this when necessary," Harvey said. "Some people need encouragement... and some rather enjoy a little touch of leather now and then. Isn't that so, William?"
"N-no," said the boy. "I'll do anything. Put that thing away."
"Stand up, both of you," commanded Harvey. Billy stood. He was about Nan's height, maybe an inch taller. "You both know where the bedroom is. Off you go." Billy still wiping tears from his face, shuffled into the hallway like an obedient pup.
Nan stood facing up to Harvey, who must have been six-foot-three. "What kind of an animal are you?" she hissed at him.
"Animal?" He feigned a delicate expression of shock. "I think monster is the word you wanted." He flicked the whip gently. "Move," he said almost jovially.
Harvey followed her into the hallway where they found poor miserable Billy waiting by the bedroom door. He had apparently resigned himself to the coming ordeal. He wasn't sniffling anymore, nor was he slumped dejectedly as he had been when he walked out of the living room. Harvey folded his whip and returned it to where it hung inside his robe. He put a fatherly hand on each of their heads and solemnly pronounced:
"Now, children, we enter into a new world, a world of light and joy, a world without fear."
With that he opened the door and sent them in, like a kindly old priest urging the children of his parish out to hunt Easter eggs.
"We'll give you just one half, hour to cure him, my dear. Then Arthur and I will join you to present your reward. Let me assure you that you will receive exactly what you have earned. Don't fail us." And Harvey shut the door behind them.
Billy was scared shitless and he knew it. It wasn't so much that he was afraid of women, it was just that the one time he tried with a girl, he couldn't get hard. The girl had laughed at him. And that had hurt. Billy hated people who laughed at him; he couldn't function when they laughed at him. Now the whip: if Billy didn't make it with this girl he'd get the whip. He could cry for terror because he knew he just couldn't make it, even if he wanted to.
Nan was behind him and when she tried to get around to face him he turned so as to keep his back to her. Then he heard her whisper, "Look, mister, we don't have much time. And I think that big ape with the whip means what he says. Honest, I don't like any of this. I don't like it any more than you do, but I don't want to get whipped." Billy couldn't think of an answer. Didn't she know there was nothing they could do to avoid the whip? Harvey and Art liked to whip people. They even liked to whip each other. He turned away again as he felt her trying to get in front of him.
"I'm going to undress," she said. "Why don't you watch me? Maybe it'll help get you in the mood."
Billy heard her move away from him. He could hear the rustling sounds of her taking her clothes off.
"C'mon," she whispered from behind him. "At least look at me."
Reluctantly he turned around. She was down to her slip and soon it fell to the floor and she turned to face him imploringly in her bra and bikini pants.
Her breasts were large and full, straining in twin captivity. Her hips, her thighs, her arms... her whole body was rounded, soft and designed with exquisite curves. He quickly closed his mouth, for it had fallen open as he watched her. Her flesh was milky white and seemed to be swathed in a red aura the color of her hair.
Her lovely body made a slight movement, as if on its own, a beckoning to his subverted manhood, and it amazed him to feel his prick twitch in recognition. She smiled and he couldn't help smiling back at her.
"Is-is your... uh..." he stammered.
"Say it," she urged.
"I-is your pubic hair the s-same color..." he blushed.
"Come and find out," she answered, almost coyly.
Nan had immediately sensed his need for tenderness and mothering rather than the bump and grind approach. She would use him to that purpose and then get the hell out of here. She didn't really believe that Teffler or Harvey would use the whip on her against her will.
Billy approached her hesitantly. His eyes were wide, like a child in a candy store, and he apparently didn't know which goodie to grab first. When he was close enough, she put her hands on his chest and slid them outward, pushing the coat off his thin shoulders. It fell to the floor on top of her dress. Slowly, she undid the scarf at his throat. It was a flimsy and very feminine thing which reminded her of what he was. Careful not to threaten him by moving her body too close, she unbuttoned his lace-front shirt to expose beneath it... oh, God, a white silk tee shirt. She didn't dare change the expression on her face or show any of the revulsion that was beginning to well up in her.
He stood immobile as she undressed him. Nan couldn't tell if she was having any effect. She wanted to feel his crotch for the hardness that would answer that question, but she was afraid of startling him. It would have to wait until she got to his trousers. She noted, with some satisfaction, that his breathing was heavy; the panting coming from him and the reality that he was standing up were the only guarantees she had that he was actually alive. She pulled the silk shirt out of his pants top and lifted it. Finally, he had to move. He raised his arms to help her and when the shirt was on the floor his hands came down to rest on her waist, and she felt him gently kneading the firm young flesh. His hands were cold, but she restrained her urge to reprove him. If she was lucky, she'd have him heated up in a minute, hands, feet, kneecaps, and everything.
Billy had enjoyed it so far, although afraid that at any minute she would break out laughing at him. The skin in his hands was warm and vibrant. He stopped kneading and moved his palms up her sides to the bra strap. He knew she was looking at his face, but he couldn't look back at her. He was studying the soft, warm crevice formed by her two white, firm breasts. He ran both hands along the straining strap to the hooks in the middle of her back. She waited. Suddenly, he realized he didn't know how to un-snap the thing. To gain time, he leaned his head over and rubbed his lips and nose into her sweet smelling cleavage. He heard her sigh and his half-hard penis began to thicken. A slight shudder went through her and his prick began to respond with a pounding pressure against his clothes. At last, his fingers found the combination and her bra practically jumped off her heaving chest. There they were, he thought. Two beautiful white tits with large, hard nipples so pink you'd think she was a virgin.
Billy leaned over and kissed first one nipple, then the other. His tongue felt their hardness as his hands slid across her supple, warm flesh to grasp the firm young breasts and knead them slowly as he encompassed a nipple in his lips. He had never tried this before-he had been too afraid-but now, with his prick beginning to throb in his pants and the heat of the girl's body transmitting itself to him through his own hands and tongue and lips, he felt a renewal of manhood welling up in his guts. To hell with Harvey, he thought. And to hell with Arthur, too. To hell with their whips and their painted boyfriends... and to hell with their buggering orgies.
He felt her hands groping at his crotch. He sucked harder at the nipple, pulling more and more of the resilient, spongy breast into his mouth. He felt her body stiffen with pleasure and he heard her whimper in pain when he nipped and nibbled at her erect tits.
Now his robin's egg blue, skin-tight pants dropped. His lemon-colored silk shorts followed. The pants were so tight they didn't make it to the floor but stuck about thigh high, allowing the cool air of the bedroom to wash over his genitals. His prick, never before touched by a woman's hand and never before inspired by a female's presence, jumped up as her hand cupped under his scrotum and gently massaged the two rubbery oblong balls within. His insides tingled at her touch and he moaned softly when she grasped his hot shaft with her cool hand.
Nan's pelvic muscles were writhing in passion by now. She felt them rippling inside her, making demands on her that they had no right to make. She had managed to veneer her revulsion for this little queer with a thin layer of false desire, but now real action was demanded by her agitated vagina. She clamped her fist around his throbbing prick and moved her belly against its glans, smearing the lubricant into her belly button. He moaned again, but she could tell that she was too hot for him to equal the level of her lust. He was unsure of himself. She could read that in the hesitant movement of his lips and tongue on her breasts... and in the fact that he hadn't yet reached down to remove her bright green bikini underpants.
Billy felt her fist begin slowly to move up and down his prick, pulling back the loose outer skin, then bringing it forward, tenderly jacking him off. He picked his head up off her breasts and looked at her, afraid that she, too, would be laughing at him just as all women had always done. Her deep green eyes were aflame. Her beautifully formed lips hung laxly open. She was breathing deeply and heavily... God! She was hot. She was hot-for him!
His hands dove down to her bikini pants and swished them to the floor. Crouched down, he saw the bright red hair of her crotch and the sight made a bomb of passion explode in his balls. He rammed his nose into the red hair and hungrily split open the lips of her cunt with his thrusting tongue. He realized joyfully that she had jumped when he put his tongue into her. Now he had to have her... for the first time in his life he was willing to commit rape if necessary to get his prick into a woman. He pulled his own clothes to the floor and stood up.
"Let's do it," he almost shouted.
It was none too soon for Nan. She had been ready the minute she had felt her bra fly from her chest. The juices in her cunt were like boiling oil, her genital muscles were clamping shut on thin air and complaining painfully in waves of hollow aching impulses racing throughout her body.
She grabbed his prick again and, using it like a leash, pulled him to the bed. It was strangely shaped, longer than others she had seen, but thinner, somehow. She suppressed a giggle when it occurred to her that it was just the right length and circumference for buggering queers. He wasn't going to bugger her, however. Her pussy was stretching, yawning, flexing in its terrible emptiness. She had to have him now and she didn't care what he was.
"She's got him," said Teffler in another room. He was working with a movie camera behind a double mirror unknown to either Nan or Billy. Harvey, watching the scene from behind Teffler, fingered his whip handle and balanced his mental reaction between disappointment and joy. It was disappointing that she had succeeded because now he wouldn't be able to use the whip on her... whipping women was the most satisfactory experience he knew. The sound of their screams gave him an erection every time... and when he saw them start to bleed from the welts he gave them he would cum.
"Too bad," he said, as Billy's prick entered Nan's gleaming red slit-they could see everything perfectly-"I was really going to give it to that little slut. I wanted to see if her hair was really red."
"You an' yer fuckin' whip," said Teffler. "Just lemme get them on film... then she'll do anything for us... she'll have to."
Nan pulled Billy over her into fucking position. Her hips ground against the bed in a circular motion anticipating his entry. As he set himself on top of her, putting his weight on his knees and elbows, she reached down between her uplifted legs to grip his jerking, pulsating shaft and guide him in. She wedged his rubbery cock-head into her slippery pussy lips, parting the red cunt hair with her own fingers. Looking down between their bodies, she saw her uplifted cunt opening for him as his thin penis passed the lips and began sliding easily into her love cave.
"I can't," she heard him whisper. "I just can't do it with a woman."
"You can't stop now," she almost screamed. "You're harder than I've ever seen a man before. Put it in me... please. Don't tease."
His eyes were tightly closed when she looked up at him. She studied his childlike face momentarily and realized he would never complete the sex act with her on his own volition despite the iron-hard prick she could feel like a hot metal bar between her ravenous cuntlips.
"I'll help you," she whispered and, digging her heels into his bony buttocks, she impaled herself on him with one tremendous lunge.
"Oooooohhhh!" she cried when his overlong prick drove itself up into a part of her never before entered.
"Aaaaaaaagghh!" he cried when his prick hit bottom and then drove even further.
She could feel control coming back to her almost as soon as his hot rod had driven its deep path within her.
Her vaginal muscles grabbed at their attacker and held him, sucking like a mouth of frenzy. Nan's hips increased their grinding motion and Billy, his eyes still shut, began to groan as if in pain.
"Work it," she ordered him. "In and out, in and out. Out to the head, and all the way in... oh, God, work it, baby."
Slowly he pulled it out, bracing himself on his knees and setting up a new balance with his elbows. It withdrew from her until his purple-red glans touched her extended clitoris. She yelped at that contact, almost frightening him out of her all the way.
"Drive home, baby. Fuck me... give me all you got." She squirmed and writhed beneath him, almost driven insane by his lack of action.
"You dirty whore!" he screamed and then piledrived it to the hilt, withdrew and drove it in again, jerking spastic cries of delicious pain from her.
"You whore! You slut! You greasy cunt!" he screamed as he rammed his prick in and out of her. "You dirty bitch!"
He might as well have been whispering endearments to Nan for she was lost in the concentration of love. She maintained the vaginal pressure on him, trying with all her might to hold him inside her as he pulled his prick out, sucking his cock with her talented pussy... then releasing to receive him again with each mighty thrust and, once he was seated eight inches into her, grabbing in another death grip and sucking the juices out of his prick's slit into her insatiable womb.
"My God, you're good," she hissed through clenched teeth. "You're a helluva man and didn't even know it. Keep it up. Fuck me. Keep fucking me, don't ever cum... Just fuck, fuck, fuck!"
"Oh, Jesus, you're sweet," he said as he felt his revulsion for women melting within him. His balls were tightening in the wrinkled bag now pounding incessantly against the tight little pink "O" of her anus. "You're pulling the prick right off my body."
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!" she answered.
One thing Billy could never do was kiss a woman on the lips. Now he wanted to... it would be the next to last step in his walk to masculinity. He looked at her face beneath his. She was writhing under his repeated, thrusts and her face was a study in passion... deep green eyes staring holes through him, nostrils flared, mouth open and tongue darting out at him, trying to reach his mouth.
He fucked her as deeply as he could, attempting with each desperate lunge to go as far as possible. Their crotches slammed together with a resounding thwack each time she rose to meet his digging prick.
Billy was going to kiss those lustfully working lips, he was going to swallow that darting tongue... if only... if only he would cum. His balls tickled inside his scrotum... tickled and tingled, twitched and convulsed. He could feel the prostate gland, buried deep in his rectum, begin to glow in anticipation of what was about to happen.
"I'm almost ready to make it."
"Not yet," she pleaded. "Hold it just a little longer, baby."
"I-I don't think I can."
"Oh, please, darling. Puhleeeeze hold it a tiny second. Keep fucking it into me just a little longer."
Nan had begun to feel the churning in her crotch, the tingling up and down her spine. Her cunt muscles were on their own now, grasped, sucking and releasing his diving, thrusting, burrowing prick... even her asshole, excited by the slapping scrotum, was contracting and expanding with quick repeated jolts of pleasure as his piledriving motion mounted to orgasm.
"Now," she said. The ocean of lust within her had compressed itself and was ready to explode. It felt gigantic. It would spew like it never had. She would wash him with it... his prick, his balls, his thighs would soon be wet with her cum... the way it felt now, even his ankles would catch some of her tidal gushing.
"Yes," he answered. "Yess, yesss, yy-yeeeeeesssss!"
His scrotum contracted and his balls spurted, jerked and spurted again.
"This is it," he screamed. "This is iiiiiiiiitt."
"Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiieeeeee!" she shouted joyfully. "I'm cummming. Iiiiiiii'mmmmmmm cccccuuuummmmmmiiiinnnnngggg!"
She felt his orgasm dance within her, meeting hers as they spewed together in perfect fucking harmony, perfect spastic, jerking, throbbing, gushing, spurting, shooting, exploding, crying, weeping mutual bursting of genitalia.
"My God!" exclaimed Teffler from the next room. "Look at her flail her legs. Look at him drive it home. My God! They made it. Look at 'em drive their goddam bodies together!"
He had been watching them as he ran the camera, his own prick standing out and prancing around before him. He was naked, having discarded his shorts at the insistence of his erection, and, without knowing it, he had cum, too, was still cumming, in fact. White globules of his cum spattered the floor at his feet and his still-hard prick shot more as he watched the pair on the bed.
"I've got to have her again," he said, shutting off the camera.
Too late. Harvey, too, had been watching. Now his robe was on the floor and a massive cock stood out before him as he gazed intently at the hairy globes of Teffler's ass.
"Why take her when you've got me?" whispered Harvey, raising the many-thonged whip.
Teffler yelped when the first of Harvey's swings slashed into his shoulder. He yelped again when the second bit into his side. The third raised welts in his ass and Teffler fell to his knees, whimpering in pain and defeat. He knew what was coming.
"Hold still," commanded Harvey, "and raise your hind end. Hold still, damn you, or I'll flay the skin right off your useless body."
Prick in one hand, whip in the other, Harvey kneeled and prepared to part the trembling cheeks of his victim's ass....