Chapter 6
Moon had changed his mind after they had finished eating and Linda had cleaned up the kitchen. He ordered Sky to handcuff Paul and Pete back to the pillarthey had been released to eat hastily under the watchful eyes of Sky and Moon and he then led the girls back into the bedroom. There they were securely tied to the bed. Moon threw a blanket over them and took another for himself; he announced his intention of going to sleep on the couch in the living room.
"Wake me up in a couple of hours," he said to Sky. "You'd better stay awake just to be sure nothing happens."
"All right, I'll be on guard," Sky promised.
The night passed with the men taking turns in watching over their prisoners. Linda slept fitfully during the interval; even though the position into which Moon had forced her was uncomfortable, she was tired enough to rest a little.
"I figured out a new way of doing things," Moon announced the next morning when he awoke them shortly after sunrise. He was untying the cords around her wrist when he spoke. "Me and Sky, we're not going to keep you two tied up anymore. At least not as long as you behave yourselves and don't try anything stupid like running away."
"That'll be nice," Linda said, thankful for that small favor.
"But if you do decide to make a break for it," he added, throwing her a spine-chilling look, "you'd better make it a good one. Because if we look around and find one of you gone, we're gonna shoot whoever's left before we pull out! You might keep that in mind in case you want to skip out."
"I'm not going anywhere," Linda assured him. "I'm staying right here!"
"That's the idea. You keep on talking like that, I just might start believing that you had some smarts," Moon told her. "Now you and your buddy here get in the kitchen and whip up some eggs and sausage. I worked me up an appetite during the night."
Joy followed Linda into the kitchen and they set to work preparing the breakfast. They talked as they worked; both of them found that conversation helped ease the threat posed by Moon and Sky.
"I think I just might get used to going around naked in front of a group of men if I had to do it long enough," Linda muttered as she whipped up a bowl of eggs. "I don't feel quite as self-conscious about it as I did yesterday."
"It's no great thing," Joy said as she heated oil in the skillet for scrambling the eggs. "Lots of days I go around from the time I get up till the time I go to bed and never put a stitch on. I guess I'm a nudist at heart, though I never went to a nudist camp."
"That never appealed to me," Linda said. "Maybe if I had a man around the house all the time I'd stop wearing clothes altogether."
"It didn't do much to help me with Paul," Joy wryly pointed out. "In fact, I think it probably turned him off to see me wandering around with my pussy in plain view!"
Linda said nothing to that; she remembered that she had intended to spend an illicit, hopefully lascivious weekend with Joy's husband and the memory sometimes made it difficult for her to relate satisfactorily to the woman.
Moon finished his breakfast first. He wandered around the living room, casting an occasional glance toward Paul and Pete as they ate under the constant menace of Sky's pistol. He also eyed the girls from time to time; Linda had a strong suspicion that he was planning something devilishly wicked for them. As soon as she and Joy had cleaned up after the meal she found that her suspicion was entirely justified.
"Come here," he said to her as soon as she had hung up the dish towel. "And bring one of them kitchen chairs with you."
"What are you going to do?" she asked, fearful of his intentionsyet also excited.
"A little something I've been thinking about," he told her. "You might call it a scientific experiment. Hey, Sky, I'm gonna be a scientific cat! What do you think about that?"
"Sounds good to me," Sky loyally said.
"You just put that chair down in the middle of the floor," Moon said to Linda. "And then stand behind it, up real close. Yeah, that's the way; you got the idea."
Linda bellied up to the chair, still uncertain of what he planned for her but certain that it would be something dreadful. Moon nodded happily and then ordered Joy to bring the dish towel from the kitchen.
"It'll make a good blindfold," he said, grinning in his perverted way. "For this experiment the subject's got to be blindfolded."
He directed Joy to fold the towel into a long strip and then to tie it around Linda's head. When he was satisfied that she could see nothing, he came toward her.
"Everybody's going to get a chance to be part of my experiment," he announced. "This little girl here needs to learn something and I've figured out a way to get the message across to her. She don't know yet that a cunt can't tell no difference between one prick and another so we've got to convince her of it. What we're gonna do is this: the chick there is gonna bend way over that chair as far as she can. That oughtta make her twat show up real good from the rear. And then this other babe here is gonna stand by to work everybody up to a hard if they ain't got one already. Once she gets a guy stiff, he's gonna shove the cock to this other chick and she's away from his cock with a regretful look; she would obviously have liked continuing to suck him until he had drowned her tonsils with a gushing burst of sperm. Moon silently motioned for him to advance and spear Linda's cunt with the thick-shafted prick rearing out from his loins. Joy found herself pressed into service; she was directed to guide Pete's prick into place and make sure that it was seated properly.
"It's just me," she said to Linda as she gingerly spread the dark lips of the girl's pussy with one hand, holding Pete's cock with the other. "They want me to put it in for them. Here goes the first one!"
Pete shivered with pleasure as he felt the girl's warm, moist cunt close around the head of his prick. He eased himself forward, driving more of the sturdy rod into her flesh. Due to the extreme angle at which she was forced to bend forward, Linda's cuntal mouth was constricted and made far narrower than normal. Pete's prick, fearfully large at best, seemed utterly huge to her now; she moaned slightly and flinched away from the broad, stubby rod as it forced the mouth and walls of her cunt apart Even as she winced at the pain, however, she felt that same shameful tingle of sensual awakening appear in her clitoris and in the lips of her pussy. Her body, determined to have its own way, was responding to the brutal, anonymous attack of this unknown man! She bit her lip, trying to force back a cry of ecstatic approval. She could not deny that the ignominious posture, together with the mystery of being plumbed by a man she could not see, added another fillip of delight to the pleasure of having her cunt's mouth stretched to the utmost.
But whose was the prick that was thus delighting her inner core? She forced herself to concentrate on the question. The tool seemed immense; therefore it must belong to either Moon, Peter or PaulSky's smaller cock would not stretch her so much, she thought. Moon's prick was the longest of the three and Pete's was the shorter, though perhaps it was also the broadest. Would Paul have managed to overcome his shrinking fear of performing in public? Linda suddenly realized with a shock of surprise the truth of Moon's seemingly absurd contention: she actually could not be sure which of the three pricks was burrowing into her cunt! It seemed to her, though, that the prick was now nosing into a region around her heart, she was so full of it, and so she decided to take a chance.
"It's Moon," she announced.
Moon grinned silently and motioned for Pete to step back. The detective seemed reluctant to leave the tightly gripping receptacle he had punctured but he dared not argue with the man. He pulled himself away regretfully. Joy, quick to seize her own opportunity for pleasure, reached out to grab his prick as soon as it had cleared the lusciously swollen lips of the girl's excited pussy. She pulled him over to her and mouthed the cunt-dampened tool; the blissful expression that came over her face as soon as she felt the blunt, conical head nestle against her tongue left no doubt of her readiness for sexual activity.
"All right, there was the first one," Moon said to Linda as he moved to a position behind her. "Here's the next one. See what you make of it."
He motioned for Sky to step forward. There was no need for Joy to kiss his cock into hardness; it already stuck out from his loins like a bar of iron. Nevertheless she plastered a wet, dripping kiss on the cock's naked head, smirking with pleasure as she did so, and again guided it into the furry crevice lurking between Linda's lovely thighs. Sky's first thrust was low and his prick slipped down the moist furrow and rubbed against the girl's stiffened clitoris.
"Owww!" Linda groaned at the sudden, heart-rending contact. "Jesus, not so hard! That thing's sore!"
"Don't pay him no mind," Moon advised. "Just stand there and take whatever we offer you."
His words were wasted. Linda, deafened by the roar of blood-lust, knew nothing except that her cunt needed to be packed to the brim with hot, hard maleness. Sky spread his legs farther apart, lowering the axis of his prick, and Joy again aimed him into the nook. This time his thrust went home: a good four inches of cock slithered into the girl's cunt when he tightened his buttocks and shoved forward.
"Eeee!" she cried, stung to the quick by the sudden and drastic penetration. "Oohh!"
Sky grinned at that; he enjoyed bringing vocal reactions to the lips of the girls unlucky enough to be his partners in the rites of lust. He withdrew his cock, bringing it out until the ugly, ridged head lay in the mouth of Linda's tempestuous cunt and again drove it forward. He seated the length of the tool this time, driving it home with a, skewering, twisting thrust that brought a low, wavering cry of pained delight to her lips.
"Oh, God, you're ripping my cunt apart!" she moaned, trying to grind her hips back against him and to rotate her cunt around the deliciously torturing lance. "You're fucking me to death!"
Besieged by a maelstrom of sensual emotions, she felt the prick with acute clarity, she believed, but then she realized that she could not tell the difference between this one and the one that had split her before! Her sensual hunger was too gripping for her to be dismayed by this revelation; she cared only for the immediate needmore of that spine-tingling pressure! She discovered that by raising herself onto the balls of her feet she could make her cunt move against the solid, stiff prick in a way that sent shocks of sensual joy racing out from her clitoris and she began flexing herself up and down in an effort to fuck herself to a climax. The mystery only heightened her pleasure in being jabbed like a side of beefwhoever it was that had stretched her cunt, she wanted more of it!
"Do it!" she moaned, writhing and twisting as she worked herself closer to a fever pitch of sensual excitement. "Do it to me! Fuck me all the way, fuck me till I come!"
Sky would gladly have done just that but Moon grabbed his shoulder and signaled for him to pull out of her cunt. He did so, bringing a despairing cry to the girl's lips. She wanted more of it and she pleaded with the man not to empty her cunt. Moon ignored her pleas, of course, and insisted that Sky take his prick out.
Joy again mouthed the wet prick, rolling her eyes in pleasure as she tasted Linda's arousal on the stiff tool. Her right hand crept down between her thighs and she began rubbing the area around her clitoris in an effort to bring herself to a climax.
"Hey, that's pretty good!" Moon shouted, noticing what she was doing. "Hey, girlie, you know what your buddy's up to? She sucking these guys up so they'll be hard enough to fuck that miserable cunt of yours! And then after they get out she sucks 'em again! I reckon she likes the taste of your cunt maybe. Shit she might even be one of them switch-hitters I keep hearing about! How about that, girl? You like to eat pussy as much as you like to suck dick?"
"I don't mind the taste of cunt," Joy told him, unruffled by his insidious implications. "It reminds me of fucking. But no, I'm not a switch-hitter; I never ate a girl's pussy in my life!"
"Now might not be a bad time to start," Moon told her, obviously intrigued by the thought. "But not right now; maybe after a while. We'll see how things go before we try that!"
Linda breathed a sigh of relief at that. She was in sufficient control of her senses to know that being kissed by Joy, especially on that most tender, most intimate spot, might be sensuality itself, but she also knew that it would be an act of the most perverted kind. She had already been forced to perform acts which she would never have contemplated before; being licked by another woman would be the finishing touch!
Joy continued to finger her clitoris. She was kneeling on the bare wooden floor with her knees wide apart and she began weaving an intricate pattern of lusty motions with her hips.
"By the way," Moon said, remembering that he had been too interested in the proceedings to ask the question, "whose cock was that that was just up your cunt?"
"Yours," Linda said, grasping at the first name that came into her mind. "It was yours."
Sky grinned with delight at that, taking it as a compliment to be measured against the mammoth prick that speared out from the base of Moon's belly. Moon returned the grin and advanced upon the girl. His own cock was only semi-erect. Joy performed her oral magic and soon had it raised up to its full, frightening size. She interrupted her masturbation long enough to spread the lips of Linda's pussy and to guide Moon's cock home; then she returned her hand to the furrow it had left and resumed caressing her prominent little clitoris.
Moon fucked himself into Linda with a steady, flowing beat and had virtually all his prick in her at the end of the third stroke. She gasped repeatedly as he inserted the tool, withdrew it, then shoved it farther; each thrust seemed to rip her apart. Her cunt was already heated until it resembled a fleshly furnace. The excitement made the flesh swell and the walls of her cunt clung together all the more firmly, providing Moon's prick with considerable resistance. Each driving thrust split that flesh more and more, filling her more completely with the article she desired most intensely and bringing her ever closer to the inevitable explosion. Just when it seemed that one more shove would tip her womb upside down, spilling out a cornucopia of lustful delight, he stepped back and slipped his cock out of her grasp.
"No, don't take it away, please!" Linda found herself crying out. "I'm almost there; I've nearly got it! Please, please, fuck me some more!"
Moon knew nothing about pity. It seemed that he enjoyed hearing her degrade herself, plead for more of the manly weapon, as much as he liked the feeling of her cunt around the immense length of his prick. He chortled happily at her discomfort and slapped her buttocks smartly.
"Shut up your fucking mouth," he ordered. "You'll get some cock when I say you can have it, not before! Till then, you just keep your yap shut and wait!"
Her cries subsided into whimpering moans. Moon looked over at Paul, saw that his prick remained obstinately limp, and decided that it would be hopeless to try forcing the timid man to add his prick to the varied array of tools that Linda had already felt. The sneering, contemptuous look he threw at Paul showed all too clearly his disregard for the banker and his alleged sexual prowess.
"All right, whose cock was that?" he demanded, intent upon finishing his "scientific experiment."
"I don't know, Paul's, I guess," Linda whispered, barely able to talk. "Whoever it belonged to, I want some more! Please, I'm dying to come; it feels like my pussy is about to drop off! Oohh, I need to come!"
"You just hang in there, girlie; maybe if you behave yourself and don't talk too much I might let you have all the prick you want," Moon snapped. "But I don't want to hear no more out of you, got that?"
He looked around the room and his eye fell upon the pair of candlesticks resting on the fireplace mantle. He marched over to the fireplace, pulled a candle out of the holder, and returned to Linda with an ugly smirk on his face.
"All right, here's the last one," he told her, brandishing the candle purposefully. "As soon as that little cunt of yours calms down I'll let you have a feel. If I let you have it now, you just might come!"
The candle was long, at least as long as his own prick, but it was very slender. The morning sun, beaming through the broad picture window opposite the fireplace, had warmed the candle enough that it was almost at body temperature. Moon broke off the fire-blackened wick with his rough fingers and held the candle behind the girl, ready to drive it into her cunt when he judged that the moment was right. He watched Joy masturbate; she had neared her own climax and was now rubbing her pussy furiously. A look of the utmost concentration spread over her pretty face; she bit her thick lower lip and closed her eyes as she sought to bring herself to the orgasmic explosion. Suddenly she reached around her rump with her left hand. She drove her middle finger into the juicy mouth of her cunt, greasing it with love salve, and then transferred the lubricated digit to her anus! The thrilling penetration gave her the added impetus she needed for her joy and she immediately began to come.
"How about that!" Moon crowed, recognizing what she had done. "Hey, your girl friend here is fingerfucking herself! Yeah, she's sitting there like a teenybopper watching a rock 'n roll stud, just fucking herself up a storm! And you know how she's doing it? She's jabbing a finger up her own asshole! Ain't that something?"
Linda's flesh crawled with an unearthly sensation when she heard that. The idea of having her anus penetrated gave her a fit of sensual arousal like nothing she had experienced before; at the same time she realized that this idea was appealing to the basest, lewdest, most perverted part of her soul. She felt torn between two irreconcilable drives: a need to preserve her own inherited moral codewhich identified the anus with all that was dirty, nasty, and unmentionableand a desire to experience every kind of sexual stimulation. She could hear Joy's gasps of pained delight as the climax pulsed through her loins; she knew exactly what the woman was feeling and the knowledge that it was happening to a woman so close to her filled her with even greater awareness of her pussy's pitiable condition.
"Do it to me!" she moaned, writhing in anguish. "Or let me try doing it to myself; anything to let me come! It's all over me; I can feel it in my cunt, begging to be let out. I'll do anything, just let me have a chance to come!"
"All right, if that's the way you feel about it," Moon muttered, coming closer and preparing to drive the candle into her swollen cunt. "I'll let you have the last one. Hope you get your rocks off, baby!"
With that he rammed half the candle's length into her cunt. He twisted the length of tallow hard, digging it into every corner of her hole, and then he shoved even more of the tool into her body. Linda let out a high-pitched scream of delight when she felt her cunt being sundered. She could not tell that the object digging into her body was not human; she was aware only of being penetrated in such a way that her tortured nervous system exploded in a whirlwind of lusty approval. She began trembling heavily as the spasms of orgiastic joy whipped through her loins, running down her thighs and up into her throbbing nipples. Her body was infused with sensual wonder and her womb began pumping frantically. Each wave of pleasure was stronger than the one before it and they continued for a long time. Again and again her cunt worked spasmodically, clutching at the object it contained and loving it frantically.
Moon drew a perverted kind of delight from the fact that he was making the girl come with an alien object. He continued plunging the candle into her cunt, twisting it around sensually, until she had climaxed to the fullest possible extent. When at last the spasms died out and her cunt was again still, he slapped her rudely on the buttocks. He left the candle in place and reached down to untie the knot holding the makeshift blindfold over her eyes.
"Okay, don't move yet," he told her. "First, I want you to guess whose cock it was that made you come like that."
"Pete's," she guessed, at a loss for words. "I don't know, honestly."
"How was it? Was it a pretty good come?"
"Marvelous!" she gasped, still struck by the glory that had powered through her loins. "It was heavenly!"
"Okay, just reach around there with your hand and grab hold of it," he told her. "You can see for yourself who diddled you out of your stupid mind. And then tell me what you think!"
Linda reached back tentatively and found the length of candle sticking out the lips of her pussy. She grasped it and, expecting to find the familiar shape of a prick, was dumbfounded for a moment.
"What the hell!" she finally managed to sputter.
Raising herself back up and pulling the candle out of her cunt, she looked at it curiously. It took a moment before she realized that it was this object which had brought her such divine pleasure. When she understood that she had been tricked, she let out a wail of disgusted rage and flung the candle aside. She covered her face with her hands and snuffed out a few sobs.
"Yeah, you thought you had hold of a cock and it wasn't nothing but candle!" Moon gloated. "And you think that cunt of yours is so goddamned precious, so fucking fine that you could tell one prick from another! Shit, baby, you can't even tell a prick from a candle!"
Linda turned away, unable to bear the brunt of his scorn and rejection. She felt utterly shattered by the foul trick that had been played on her and she wanted only to be alone with her misery. Moon was already tired of his game and she was ignored for a while. He ordered Sky to handcuff Pete and Paul back to the pillar.
For the rest of the morning and much of the afternoon he and Sky alternated between ignoring the girls altogetherexcept to dart a watchful eye toward them from time to time and using them in various ways to satisfy their lusts. Linda had to watch both of them fuck Joy in quick succession, for example; Sky bent the woman over and humped his prick into her dog fashion and Moon slipped his own prick into the gaping, juicy notch as soon as his friend had removed his spent cock. After he too had fucked himself into a foaming, grunting frenzy, he pulled his tool out and made Linda lick it clean. She gagged at the thought of performing the task, made doubly repulsive because Sky's odious sperm was now thoroughly mixed with Moon's rank oil, but as soon as her lips closed upon the massive head of the man's cock and the salty, musky flavor of mature sex infected her taste buds, she was off on another tangent leading straight to extreme sexual arousal. Nothing, it seemed, could fail to excite her as long as it had to do with sex, and she had to admit that Moon's prick was more exciting once it had been twice bathed in semen.
When darkness began falling around the house, Moon ordered the girls into the kitchen where they prepared another meal. Everyone ate heartily and Moon told Linda to leave the dishes, since they would not be eating there again.
"At least Sky and me won't," he said. "If our boy don't make it tonight, we're pulling out. Sky, lock our boyfriends back up."
He and Sky amused themselves with the girls until almost eleven, at which time they tied them securely to the bed, dressed, then went down to the beach.
"I didn't like that business about it being the last meal," Linda murmured to Joy as soon as the men had left the house. "That sounded like they meant to finish us off when they get back from the beach!"
"It didn't make my heart jump for joy, if you'll pardon the pun," her companion admitted. "That pair, there's no telling what they're liable to do!"
"Isn't that the truth!" Linda replied, remembering the wide variety of acrobatic poses she and Joy had been forced to adopt earlier in the day; Moon and Sky both took a special delight in thinking up new positions in which to bring pricks and cunts together.
They had feared for nothing, they learned when Moon and Sky returned without the new arrival they had been expecting. Moon toured the house, wiping off every object that he or Sky might have touched during their stay. He was quite thorough and missed nothing. As soon as he had completed that task, he untied Linda and gruffly told her to put a dress on.
"What ... what are you going to do?" she managed to ask as she hurried to obey his command.
"Nothing to worry about," he told her. "We're going into the insurance business, Sky and me, and you're gonna be our first policy!"
"Huh?" Sky asked, making it abundantly clear that he knew nothing of Moon's plan. "Insurance?"
"Yeah, insurance," Moon said, moving to the doorway. "You guys in there, both of you better listen because I ain't gonna explain but once. Me and Sky, we're pulling out and we're taking that long-legged cunt with us, the one that's the banker's piece of private pussy! We'll stop somewhere down the road and call in about you jerks being here; somebody'll come by pretty soon to let you go. But if we hear anything outta the fuzz before we make that call we're blasting this little bitch's brains out, unnerstand? We'll leave her dead ass all over the fucking highway!"
"What about her?" Joy asked, impudent and brash as ever. "How long will you keep her?"
"Till we feel safe," Moon replied. "So maybe you three had better start figuring out some lies to make the fuzz think there was only the three of you here. We'll let the bitch go when we feel like it. And you, banker boy, you better be ready to make up some kind of story in case she don't show up for work Monday."
"Monday's a holiday," Paul said, his banker's mind working methodically. "She won't have to be there until Tuesday."
"Okay, if she ain't there Tuesday you can still make up a story," Moon told him. "Hell, that crazy cunt might decide she likes our kind of fucking better'n she likes yours! She might just throw in with us for good!"
"Don't bet on it!" Linda could not keep herself from saying. "As if I'd have anything to do with the likes of you!"
"Shut your mouth and get ready to roll," Moon told her. "And the rest of you creeps, bye-bye. Somebody'll be here tomorrow morning or maybe even before."
Linda followed Moon and Sky out of the house. They took a narrow, winding trail leading up from the beach, moving slowly through the darkness. Moon seemed to have a cat's ability to find his way in the dark and within a short time they came into a broad clearing. She saw a car parked under a thick pine; they went toward it and got in.
"Actually, it wasn't quite the way I told it," Moon said to Linda, who had been forced into the back seat. "You're partly insurance, but then I got another idea about you. Soon as we get to where we can make a phone call, I'll tell somebody about them friends of yours. Then Sky and me are taking you back to the city."
Linda tried to get him to reveal more of his thinking but he ignored her requests. Sky found a lighted phone booth after driving for about half an hour; he held his pistol on Linda while Moon got out to make the call.
"That ought to get somebody on the stick," he said when he got back into the car. "Now it's back to the city."
They sat in silence until they had turned off the freeway and driven down into a section of warehouses, stores, and tumbledown houses in the southernmost part of the city. It was an area which Linda did not know at all, but Moon forced her to hunker down on the floor anyway; he was taking no chances that she might be able to identify the place to which he was taking her. They followed a twisting, turning course through the streets that soon had her totally confused. After twenty minutes of this, Sky parked the car. Moon threw a jacket over Linda's head before allowing her to straighten up in the back seat. They led her into a buildingshe could not tell if it was a warehouse, an apartment house, or a private dwellingand up a flight of stairs. After taking her through another doorway, they removed the jacket. She found herself in a large room fitted out with chairs, mattresses, and a table. A blanket hung on one wall, perhaps masking a window; she did not dare look to be sure. The place had an air of impermanence, as if the tenants might flee it in a moment.
"What the fuck is all this?" a strange, feminine voice asked. "Have I finally got some reinforcements?"
Linda turned and saw a young, strikingly beautiful girl standing in another doorway. The girl's long, blonde hair hung down in matted hanks; it looked not to have been combed in weeks. A dull, vacant look clashed oddly with her beautiful but unwashed face; she wore only a ragged, cheap dress that was much too short for her.
"Yeah, we got some back-up troops here," Moon replied. "That's Judy; don't pay much attention to her. She stays spaced out on dope these days; she don't even know the world's going around! Long as she gets her dope and a cuntful of cock every day, she don't care what happens!"
"Now what are we gonna do?" Sky asked.
"You and Judy are gonna get this cunt down and learn her some manners," Moon replied. "You know, like we done with that black bitch we had? Start teaching her that cock is what's going on and what she's made for. Judy'll help you. I'm going to make a call to the big boy and tell him what we've got here; I think he just might like the idea I worked out. I'll be back in half an hour."
"Get your dress off," Sky snapped at Linda as he turned to go into the room from which Judy had emerged. "Don't bother trying to run; the door's locked and the window don't work. And there's nobody around here that gives a fuck about you anyway, so you can yell all your please. I'll be right back."
"Oh, Sky-daddy, are we gonna play fuck-fuck?" Judy asked, looking up at Sky with an expression of interest at last. "Can I have some too?"
"You'll get yours," Sky promised, disappearing into the next room.
Linda hesitated a moment but then decided she had better play Sky's game. She slipped out of her dress and carefully hung it over a chair. Judy eyed her from the doorway, gauging the beauty of her nakedness, and then she shrugged out of her own dress. Linda's mouth formed a silent "Oh!" of shocked pity when she saw the girl's body. Thin almost to the point of emaciation, Judy still possessed a magnificently sculpted pair of breasts that would have made nearly any woman envious. A neat patch of silky, golden fur covered her lovemound; the girl absently pawed herself as she watched. Linda saw bruises, needle marks, crusted dirt, and traces of dried sperm on the girl's flesh; it looked as though she had never washed and had been used very harshly. The sight made her quake with fear; what if they intended turning her into a drug addict? She closed her eyes, trying to force such frightening thoughts out of her mind. She was aroused by Sky's return; he held out a glass and told her to drink.
"It's water," he said when she looked cautiously into the glass. "I thought you might be thirsty."
Linda downed the glass gratefully and found that he had spoken the truth; there was only water in the glass and she downed it gratefully.
"Well, it's water plus a little something else," he added when she put the glass down. "I forgot all about adding a little acid to it. It was just a tiny little bit though so you don't have to worry about going off on no long trip!"
He giggled insanely at his trick. Linda's heart fell through her stomach, it seemed; she knew now that they were intending to turn her into a cheap junkie. Could one glassful of water with LSD, no matter how small a dose, turn her into an addict? She didn't know but she was ready for the worst.
"The reason for giving you the acid," Sky told her, "is because we're trying to learn you something and it's easier to pick up on what we're trying to learn you if you're a little spaced out. Not all the way, just a little.
You'll see."
Linda had expected, from the lurid accounts of drug-crazed hippies that she had read, that the drug would affect her immediately. Instead, she could not detect a bit of difference in herself.
"What you've got to do," Sky told her, his voice curiously gentle for a change, "is to go over to one of them mattresses and sprawl out. Judy's going to show you a few things that a girl like you ought to know about. No need to worry; we ain't gonna hurt you a bit."
Linda lay down on a convenient mattress. It was stained with leftover food and grease spots, as well as particles of dried sperm; it evidently served as both a dining table and lovemaking pallet. She lay on her back and Judy knelt beside her. The girl's eyes sparkled with life now; she seemed not to be quite as far out as Sky had suggested.
"Just open your legs up," she purred. "I want to show you something. Something about your pussy; it's something you've got to learn from the very start."
Linda instinctively clamped her thighs together but, under the threat posed by Sky, she reluctantly opened them. Judy reached between them, dipped a finger into the lips of her pussy, and held it for a moment. She then took the finger out and smelled it.
"Not bad," she said after a moment. "But not very good either. See, the first thing you got to know is that these guys don't like a clean snatch. They like 'em gamey and rank. Whenever some guy shoots a load of come up your cunt, don't wash it out! Don't even take a sit-down bath; just let the fucking stuff cake up. Some of them like to eat it off! Here, take a look at minethis one is getting about right for most of the guys."
The girl squatted beside Linda and opened her knees wide. Linda could not help looking. She saw the hairy slit and nearly gagged: a thick, gray crust of dried sperm mottled the lips of the girl's pussy; greasy balls of the stuff lay in the inner folds of flesh. A stench of raw, unwashed, stale sex assaulted her nostrils.
"Yeah, it's pretty ripe, ain't it?" the girl said with a laugh. "That's what really turns 'em on to start with. And the second thing is, whenever they tell you to hump, you drop your drawers and get them legs spread out wide. If they want you to suck, just throw back your head and open your mouth, got it?"
"Why are you telling me this?" Linda asked. "Are you planning to turn me into a gang's whore? What is this all about?"
She tried to lift herself up to lend further force to her protest but discovered that the drug was taking its effect on her. She felt woozy and weak; she fell back upon the mattress and blinked furiously in an effort to clear her head.
"Yeah, it's starting to hit," Sky grinned. "Nothing to worry about, baby, it'll just be a short tripno lights, no pretty colors, not much of anything. You'll just be a little weak, a little lightheaded, that's all. You'll be able to hear everything, feel everything, and whatever we say will start making a lot more sense to you!"
Judy knelt down at her side again, extending her hand to touch her pussy. She fingered Linda's pussy softly, running the tips of her fingers over the lips and skipping lightly over the clitoris. In spite of her aversion to lesbian love, Linda felt her body begin tingling in response to the caresses.
"Yeah, that's the way," Sky purred, beginning to undress. "Judy's gonna play with your pussy awhile, just enough to get you in the mood for fucking. But it's gonna be a long time before you get fucked, don't worry about that. And before you get it, you'll have to prove to us that you want it. Don't worry; you'll do it, they always do!"
Linda felt a vague worry at his words but due to the effects of the drug she could not take the fear seriously. She seemed bound to the mattress by invisible cords, unable to move yet thoroughly responsive to Judy's prying fingers. Moon came in presently; he stripped slowly and watched as the girl continued to caress Linda's pussy.
"Here, I've got something else that really gets to a girl," Judy whispered, changing her position and swinging herself over her victim's body. "You'll love this, I promise you that!"
She positioned herself directly over Linda's left breast, aiming the semen-encrusted lips of her pussy down at the proud, swollen nipple. Lowering herself down and holding those sex-smeared flaps open, she made contact; the nipple slipped between the lips and nestled into the very mouth of the girl's cunt. Linda choked back a sob of shame at being subjected to so vile a practice.
"Nothing to worry about," Judy crooned, allowing the lips of her pussy to close. "You've really got great tittiesjust the kind I like to be fucked with. After I've fucked it a little I'll turn around and lick the cunt offthat ought to make you really want to fuck!"
Linda felt her body warming at an alarming pace. She, who had never before felt the slightest sexual attraction to a woman, now found herself becoming intolerably aroused at this perverted form of stimulation! Judy swayed back and forth gently, moving herself backward and forward over the nipple boring into her cunt. Linda felt the girl's warmth spreading to her own body and knew that soon she would be aching with readiness for penetration by a stout prick. This knowledge filled her with self-loathing but she could not make her body do what it ought to do: resist the lesbianistic acts.
"She's getting hot," Moon observed. "Look at them pussy lipsthey're twice as big as when I got here."
"Yeah, and they're getting wet too," Sky added. "That cunt, she's a real juicer! Man, ain't it going to be something when she starts begging for some hot cock!"
Judy slipped off her unusual perch and twisted around. As she promised, she began kissing the nipple which her own cunt had oiled so well. Linda resisted the urge to throw up when she saw how the girl lapped up the raw, stinking film on her nipple. She was partly dissuaded by the electric jolt of pleasure shooting out from that nipple; Judy's lips and tongue played havoc with her self-control.
"God, I can't stand it," she heard herself saying. "She's making me want prick like I never wanted it before! Oh, won't somebody give me some cock? Get on me, one of you guys; I'll fuck your dick till you can't come anymore! I'll milk you with my cunt!"
Moon and Sky said nothing, nor did they move. Judy continued to work on her and her tension mounted. The girl was careful to taper off her ministrations just when it seemed that Linda would burst forth in a climax; she seemed to have an instinctive knowledge of just how far she could go without provoking an irreversible reaction. Linda's cunt swelled and ached at an increasingly rapid pace. She found herself possessed by a need far more intense than any she had ever known before in her entire life.
"All right," Moon said at last when she had broken down in tears at their stolid refusal to give her the prick she had been begging for. "If you really want it, show us. Prove it."
"Anything," Linda babbled, her voice almost incoherent. "I'll do anything, just name it!"
"Are you sure?"
"Hell, yes, I'm sure," she cried. "I'll suck you, I'll fuck you, I'll jack you off, I'll do anything!"
"All right, I think it would be nice if you played ladies first," Moon told her. "Yeah, I mean I think you oughtta suck Judy's cunt before you take us on. Just to pay her back for getting you warmed up, you might say."
"Will you fuck me then? Will you give me some cock if I eat her pussy?"
"Sure, I said I would, didn't I?" Moon told her. "And I always do just what I said. In fact, if you start chomping at her cunt and stick your ass up in the air, I'll even fuck you dog fashion while you're sucking her off! Go on, she's no bull dyke, but she likes to have her cunt tongued as well as the next girland a girl can do that as well as a guy!"
Almost berserk with lust, Linda scrambled around to do as she was told. The drug she had taken wiped away every barrier, every restraint; the fingers and mouth of Judy had aroused her body to an intolerable pitch. At the moment that she crouched between the girl's uplifted knees and lowered her face down to the stale, stinking slit offered her, she had not even the faintest idea what she was doing. She knew only that this was the way to get what she wanted above all else and she willingly complied.
Her kiss was crude and awkward at first but Judy's suggestions soon put her on the right path. Linda ignored the foul stench and the acrid taste of the pussy pressed against her mouth. She sucked up the lips, reveling the taste of stale sex, and allowed her tongue to snake up and down the juicy furrow between them. She glided the tip of her tongue over Judy's clitoris and scraped it back down the crevice; when she found the cuntal opening she plunged her tongue deep, lapping up the fresh cunt drippings she found there.
"My asshole!" Judy cried, lifting her rump a trifle higher. "Ram your tongue in my asshole! I love to be tongued in the ass; it always makes me come so much harder! Do it to me, honey, tongue-fuck me in the ass!"
Linda did just that. Her tongue probed at the tiny brown ring, found the opening and pressed its way inside. At that moment Moon settled himself behind her, prick in hand, and drove the broad head of his tool into her swollen cunt. At first she did not move; the dynamic force of his entry paralyzed her. Then, forced out of immobility by the tornado his prick loosened within her, she lifted her head off Judy's pussy, screamed out an inarticulate oath and then resumed sucking the girl's slit. The taste of the girl's cunt now inflamed her senses, making her far more responsive to Moon's prick than she would otherwise have been, and she began driving her tongue into the girl at a furious pace. Her own climax mounted higher and higher, doubling and tripling in intensity, and the come welled out of her. Moon seized her trembling flanks and pulled her close, fitting his loins against her and shoving his prick in even farther. Linda writhed heavily against him and continued to tongue-fuck Judy.
When she at last gave a weak moan and pitched over to one side, falling off Moon's dripping prick, she could not move at all. Her senses were dulled and her eyes were glazed over with a film of lusty pleasure. Moon looked over at Sky and Judy, nodding solemnly. Judy's eyes widened when she saw that Moon's prick was still dripping little pearls of sperm; she scrambled up and twisted about to position her mouth under the drooping shaft. She began mouthing his wet, slimy cock and fingering herself frantically.
"She's hooked," Moon swore. "After that, she'll be ours for good. I could feel it in her cunt when she started making itthat bitch is sold for life; she's in our bag!"
"Just on this one fuck?" Sky asked skeptically.
"No, don't be stupid," Moon retorted. "But she'll be ready to come back for some more tomorrow and the day after. We'll keep on messing with her till inside of a week all one of us will have to do is snap our fingers and her old box'll start dripping like a leaky faucet. She won't know what hit her, but she'll know where to go to get relief!"
"Damn, I sure hope so," Sky said. "Shit, I like to fuck her; she's the best piece of ass I ever had, I think."
"That's something else we got to learn her," Moon added. "We got to show her that while a prick in the cunt's fine, it don't even begin to compare to getting fucked in the ass! As soon as she comes around a little we'll load her up and take her back to her pad. Hey, get her purseI want to copy down her address and telephone number. We'll be getting in touch with her pretty soon."