Chapter 7
It was near dawn when Wendy made up her mind what she was going to do. She had lain awake following a second session of sex with the two poachers and from the snatches of the conversation sift had heard, she knew they would be no aid to her.
"Hell, Fred, I hate to just go off and leave her here in the woods. What if something happens to her?"
"Tough luck... but she'll be okay. It's only about four miles to the highway. She's bound to find her way when it's light."
Wendy waited until both the men were sound asleep, then she crept from the camper and into the night. She dressed quickly, grabbed one of the men's jackets and struck off down the narrow, rutted road -- obviously, the only way out of the woods for the men in their truck.
Dawn found Wendy sweating with anxiety. She had found the dirt road again and she knew the highway could not be far off. As she moved tiredly, she thought about what she might tell her parents that would explain nearly a week's absence from home. Nothing, it seemed, sounded logical and she was faced with the fact that the truth was her only hope -- the truth coupled with silence about what had actually happened to her.
The sun was peeking over the ridge of the mountains to the east when Wendy came in sight of highway twelve. She stumbled onto the asphalt surface and felt the tears well up in her eyes. She had made it! Now, all she had to do was to flag down a passing motorist and get to a telephone.
Looking up and down the highway in both directions, she decided it would be best to put as much distance as possible between herself and the road that led to the lodge. She struck out with long strides, glancing over her shoulder at every forest sound. She still couldn't be sure that Paul, Buck or Gino weren't searching for her.
She had gone just a short distance when she heard the whine of tires an the asphalt. Turning quickly, Wendy felt a sudden surge of fear, but it passed and her being was flooded with relief as she saw the large dome light on the car that was approaching. She waved her arms wildly and as the driver saw her, he cut his wheel and slowed the vehicle.
Wendy saw the decal on the door of the sedan and nearly burst into tears: PINERIDGE SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT. She was saved! She bolted for the open door as the man behind the wheel leaned across and opened it for her.
"Are you Wendy Harris?" the handsome young deputy asked as Wendy climbed in and folded on the seat.
"Yes... Oh, yes!" she exclaimed and threw her arms about the man's neck.
"Hey... there, there... it's okay now, Wendy. Damn! We've been looking for you all night long!"
Wendy chilled. The man's words registered immediately and she knew that whoever had called the Sheriff's Department did not have her well-being in mind.
"Will... will you take me home?" she asked as she sank back in the seat. "I live at five fourteen..."
"I know where you live, honey," the deputy remarked. He patted her leg and slipped the car into gear.
Wendy's stomach sank as the man executed a sharp U-turn and sped off in the direction they had just come.
"But... I don't understand... the city's the other direction! The people who kidnapped me live back this way!" she protested as the man lifted the microphone from the hook.
"Come on... no one's kidnapped anybody," he told her and pressed the button. "This is Eagle Four -- Route Twelve. Come in, Elmer."
The radio cracked: "Eagle Four -- this is Elmer -- whatcha got?"
"Runaway gal... call cousin Paul and tell him I'm bringing home the merchandise."
"That's a ten-four, Eagle Four..." There was a pause, then a chuckle as the dispatcher added, "Want me to hold up callin' him for a bit, Cuz?"
The man behind the wheel looked at the horrified expression on Wendy's face, then pressed the button: "That is a ten-four, Elmer... Eagle Four -- out."
As he hung the mike on its hook, the deputy glanced at Wendy and smiled, "What the hell -- might as well make the most of the situation."
Wendy felt absolutely lost. If the Sheriff's Department was supplying protection to Paul and Stella, any and all hope of escape was gone. She felt despair well up in her chest as the deputy turned from the highway and onto the narrow, bumpy road she had first traveled with Gregor. She knew that she would be punished for having run off, and as she thought about that, the scene with the two black men and Joni came back to her. She shivered involuntarily as the highway fell further and further behind them.
Several miles up the road, Wendy cringed as the deputy pulled up beneath a stand of scrub pine, set the hand break and switched off the ignition.
"How's it gonna be, Wendy... the easy way or are you gonna make me work for it?"
Wendy looked down at her hands folded in her lap. She sighed with resignation, then slowly began unbuttoning her shirt.
The deputy licked his lips as he saw the girl removing her shirt. The moment her glorious breasts came, into view, he sucked his breath, turned in the seat and reached out to touch them.
Wendy sat still as the mart played with her bare tits. She was determined not to respond to his caresses, but as he pulled her to him and closed his mouth over hers, she felt the first stirrings deep in her stomach.
The deputy slid his hand down her golden body and began unbuttoning her slacks. As his fingers came in contact with her blonde pubic bush, he lowered his head and began licking her nipples. He moved his head from one to the other as his searching fingers worked their way into her pants and finally the warmth of her pussy.
Wendy gasped as the man slid his finger into her cunt. She could not resist lifting her hips to allow him better access. As she did, she found her hand closing about the large bulge in his pants.
Raising his face, the man looked at the beautiful young girl and told her, "Know what I'd like, baby?" He raised up and freed his throbbing cock. "I'd like to cum all over those beautiful tits of yours!"
Wendy chilled at the thought. She had hold of his pulsing prick and the idea of him shooting his load of cum into her sensitive tits both thrilled and excited her. "I... I'd like that, too," she told him breathlessly as she slipped out of her shirt and pants.
The deputy swallowed thickly as he looked at the girl's naked body. Reaching out for her, he pulled Wendy down until she was lying on the seat, then he kneeled over her. "Suck it, Wendy! Suck my prick, then jack me off on your tits!"
Wendy took hold of the man's prick and guided it to her mouth. As she took the plum-like head between her lips, she lowered her left hand to her cunt and began fingerfucking herself lewdly.
The deputy watched the girl's lips oval obscenely as she took more and more of his cock into her mouth. He felt her tongue playing along the sensitive, underside and he shuddered as she made a small mewing sound. He saw her fingerfucking herself and he muttered, "Suck it, you hot little bitch!"
And that's exactly what she had become. Wendy regarded herself as lost -- completely -- and she submitted to animal-like desire as it set her body afire.
The deputy gasped and hunched forward as the girl's mouth sucked him hotly. He could not believe her willingness and he cursed his own luck -- it was too bad he had not found her last night; a night in the jail with her would have been worth Paul's anger!
Wendy sucked and tongued the man wildly. Her cunt was seething and she longed to feel his prick inside her, but she realized all he wanted was quick sex. There was no time for her to enjoy the act with him. Still, she knew she would experience orgasm -- her fingers assured her of that -- and she arched her back as she fingerfucked her pussy frantically.
"Oh, Jesus... yes, babbbbyyyy!" the deputy moaned. "Suck it deep -- God, I'm gonna cum... I'm cumming... cummmming!"
As his prick erupted in her mouth, Wendy fought to keep it there. But the deputy had other ideas; he pulled back suddenly and took hold of his spurting cock just as she reached orgasm. The distended head of his prick shot glob after gob of hot, sticky cum onto the girl's tits and the car was filled with the sounds of their mutual passion.
"Yessssss!" Wendy hissed. "My titties... cum on my titties!"
"Oh, shit... I'm cummin' on your tits!" he gasped.
Wendy looked down as the globs of white mucus splashed over her quivering flesh. The man's prick gushed and gushed and it was as though he had been saving his cum just for her.
Finally, the man sighed deeply. He looked down at the girl's cum-smeared tits and smiled. He lowered his head then and began licking his cum from her nipples. As he did, Wendy continued stroking her pussy. The sensation of his tongue lapping up the sticky cum sent electric chills through her body and she soon found herself on the brink of another orgasm.
"Ughhhhnnn... yes, God yes... that feels so good... lick them clean... lick all the cum off my tits... Oh, yessss!" she gasped and arched again as her fingers brought forth still another wave of pleasure to her lusting young body.
Finally, the deputy raised himself from the girl's writhing body. He stuffed his shrinking prick into his trousers and pulled her up into a sitting position. He sat behind the wheel, lit a cigarette and said gruffly, "Get your clothes on -- we ain't got all day!"
Wendy was crushed. She had expected a kiss at the very least, but the man's manner turned her off completely. She pulled on her clothes quickly, then slumped in the corner of the seat as the man started the engine.
"And you better keep your mouth shut to Paul... unless you want me telling him what you said about him and Stella!"
Wendy shook her head and replied, "I haven't said anything!"
The deputy smiled, "Who do you think he'll believe?"
The remainder of the trip was made in silence and Wendy felt apprehension building as they drew near the cabin. Both Paul and Stella were waiting on the veranda as the car pulled up and stopped, but the reception was nothing like she had expected.
Stella opened the car door and threw her arms around Wendy and told her, "Baby! We've been so worried something had happened to you!"
Paul sighed deeply and helped her from the car, "Yes, thank God you're okay, sweetheart!" Then he turned to the deputy and told him, "Thanks for your help, Cuz... Hope it wasn't too much trouble for you."
The deputy touched his brow and smiled, "No trouble at all -- I'll tell Uncle Jake everything's in order. He was kinda worried when you called last night."
"Fine -- tell him to come on up over the weekend. We'll do some casting and drink a little beer."
The deputy cut his eyes to Wendy standing in the shelter of Stella's arm. "That invitation good for me too? I mean, after all -- I've barely gotten to know the young lady."
Paul laughed, "Sure -- come on up. Wendy will be gad to get to know you and Uncle Jake!"
Wendy was numb as the couple led her into the lodge and the sheriffs car turned around in the clearing. As they got inside, Paul turned to Stella and told her, "I'll take Wendy upstairs -- we'll have our little talk now."
As Paul closed the bedroom door and Wendy collapsed on the side of the bed, he lit a cigarette and looked down at her. "That was damn foolish, you know... you could have gotten lost, out in those woods."
Wendy felt emotion well up in her chest; she simply nodded, for Paul's caring tone was hardly what she had expected.
"Okay, both Stella and I know why you took off -- it's no big thing," he smiled. "We're not even angry with you, Wendy."
Wendy sniffed and looked up. "You... you're not?"
He shook his head and sat beside her on the bed. As he pulled her to him, the girl broke down and sobbed deeply. He comforted her until her tears had stopped, then he told her, "You can't go back, sweetheart... how do you think your folks would feel if they knew everything you've done?" He paused, then continued, "It's a lot kinder just to let them wonder right now. Soon, perhaps, you can write them a letter and I'll have it mailed from New York -- you can invent some story that will ease their worry... okay?"
Wendy looked up at the man. She knew he was right -- the eighteen-year-old girl who had been gone from home less than a week was -- gone forever. In her place was a lusting young female with too many new desires to be fulfilled. She nodded her head slowly, then told Paul, "I... I won't run off again, Paul -- I promise. Please don't call Clarence... please!"
Paul hugged her and laughed. "No chance... I told you I was gonna keep you for myself... I wouldn't be surprised if Stella and I decided to adopt you and just move you into our room!"
Wendy felt her body filled with emotion -- this man was sincere in what he was saying and nothing would negate that. She felt suddenly warm and secure in his arms. Lifting her face to his, she smiled weakly and whispered, "Kiss me, Paul... just kiss me and hold me."
Paul smiled. He kissed the pretty blonde teenager and as their tongues met, he knew he had won another convert. And he almost chuckled out loud as he felt her hand groping for his prick as they shared a kiss.
Pulling away, Paul told her, "You get to bed, young lady. There'll be time enough for that after you've rested!"
A week passed, and then a month. Wendy was moved into the master bedroom with Paul and Stella. At first, she felt the envy of Trudy and Ruby, but that too, passed and the family seemed complete. Several times a week, the group would meet in the basement and Paul would shoot one of his movies to be mailed off to New York. Wendy had no idea how much money Paul made from the enterprise, but they all seemed comfortable enough.
Then, an exciting thing happened. Gregor phoned one night to inform Paul that he had filled that "special order". A surge of excitement went through the lodge as the family awaited the arrival of its newest member. Trudy, Ruby and Wendy engaged in open speculation as to what the "special order" might be.
Paul and Stella laughed but refused to let them know, and finally Gino cast his guess, "I'll bet Gregor's bringing a pair of twins... that'd make a damn good movie!"
The others laughed, but Paul remained silent and glanced at Buck, who winked back and smiled as they tried to outguess each other.
It was nearly dark when they heard Gregor's car pull up outside. Paul raised an eyebrow -- it wasn't like Gregor to operate in broad daylight, but he knew that the man knew his business well.
As they all, crowded to the door to see the new arrival, Paul warned them, "The new guest will only be staying the night. So stay on guard, no one is to use another person's name... everyone understand?"
The girls exchanged curious glances and Buck whispered something to Gino. Paul threw open the door and stepped onto the veranda. Wendy's eyes nearly popped out of her head when she saw the man open the passenger's door and reach in for the person there.
"Jesus!" Gino muttered as the person was pulled struggling from the car.
Trudy squeezed Wendy's hand and both of them looked at Ruby as the girl blinked and said, "Wow... a nun... a real live nun!"
"Sister Susan..." Gregor said and bowed as he displayed the struggling woman. Her hands were bound behind her and she wore both gag and blindfold; Paul looked upon her appraisingly and smiled as he saw the firm mold of her breasts beneath the dark habit she was wearing.
Paul nodded and told the others in a low voice, "Everyone downstairs -- you're all going to get in on this one!"
Immediately, the girls turned and walked quickly to the cellar door. Buck was standing there grinning and he patted Wendy on the ass as she passed. "This is gonna be a hot one, little lady!"
Wendy felt excitement in her stomach as they went down the steep steps to the basement. Gino turned on the lights and they all gasped as they saw the set Buck had erected. It looked like a medieval torture chamber complete with stone walls and a mock rack.
Stella helped the girls into their costumes, then took charge of the struggling woman and watched as Buck dressed in tight black pants and a hood to match. He oiled his thick black chest and arms and completed the costume with wide bronze bracelets that fit about his biceps.
Wendy surveyed her own costume. It was simple but appropriate, with a long flowing skirt opened to the waist and a laced bodice that displayed her firm young breasts. Both Ruby and Trudy were dressed in similar costumes and they watched as Gino dressed almost identical to Buck, donned a hood, then handed each of the girls a narrow black mask to wear.
They watched with anticipation as the struggling nun was dragged onto the set by Buck and Gino.
Her arms were freed momentarily, then they locked her wrists in crude iron rings attached to the wall over her head.
Buck removed the gag and stood back as both Stella and Paul donned masks. "Leave the blindfold on her for now," Paul called out and picked up his camera. He nodded to Stella and she flipped the light switch that controlled the bright floods above the mock dungeon.
"Wha... what's happening to me? Who are you people? What are you going to do?" the nun cried out as she was left to stand against the cold wall, her hands secured over her head.
Buck and Gino took up a position on each side of her and stood with their arms crossed on their chests as Stella spoke to Wendy.
"You go on first, baby. Pretend like your father is Lord and Master of the whole world. This woman is your enemy and he has just captured her for your pleasure. Do you understand?"
Wendy felt the excitement in her vibrant young body -- the idea of being able to do anything to a person against their will in flamed her lust. She licked her lips and nodded. "I think so..." she said and moved onto the stage as Paul began filming the episode.
Wendy liked the feeling of semi-exposure that the costume afforded her -- somehow, it was awfully sexy to be almost naked, but not quite. She walked slowly to where the nun stood chained to the wall. She looked at Gino on her left, then to Buck on her right. It was then she noticed that the front of the men's tight trousers had a narrow slash in the crotch; she could see both of their pricks and she knew if they got hard, they would pop out the front of the trousers.
She looked at the nun and felt her heart pounding with excitement. She took another step forward and placed her hand on the woman's hip. Immediately, the nun shrank back and Wendy laughed. Reaching out with her other hand, she lifted the hem of the nun's habit and held it high to expose her legs. The nun was wearing thigh-length stockings and bloomers that closed about her thighs in tight cuffs.
Wendy licked her lips and fell to her knees before the woman. She pulled down the bloomers slowly as Paul zoomed in over her shoulder for a close-up. As the woman's pubic bush was exposed, Wendy gasped -- it was a bright, flaming red! She yanked down the nun's bloomers slowly as Paul zoomed in over her shoulder for a close-up. As the woman's pubic bush was exposed, Wendy gasped -- it was a bright, flaming red! She yanked down the nun's bloomers and ripped them off her feet. Casting them aside, she held up the nun's habit and began kissing her naked thighs and belly. As she did, the nun whimpered and cried out.
"Oh, please... not that... God, don't let this happen to me!" and she wailed as Wendy parted her legs and kissed her on the pussy.
As she drew her head back, she saw both Gino and Buck watching her. Their pricks were standing out stiffly from the crotch of their tight pants. Wendy looked at them, dropped the hem of the habit, and told them, "Tear her habit open!"
Buck took hold of the stiff collar, ripped it off, then ripped the habit to the waist. Her full, ripe breasts were exposed; enclosed in a formless bra. Gino took hold of the straps and broke them and the nun's tits flopped free from the constraints of the brassiere.
The nun screamed as she felt her clothing being ripped off of her. She shrank back as Wendy reached out and cupped her tits as Buck ripped the woman's habit all the way to the seam and pulled it open to expose her nakedness.
Wendy lifted her own dress and leaned forward. As she did, she crushed the woman's tits in her hands and forced her mouth over hers. As the nun struggled to avoid Wendy's searching tongue, Gino swept her torn habit aside and cupped her asscheek. The nun let out a muffled scream and Buck slipped his huge black prick between Wendy's body and the nun's.
Stepping back, Wendy told them, "Take her dawn... tie her to the bench!" and she pointed to the long, padded bench nearby.
Quickly, the men obeyed and stripped the torn habit from the nun's body. She was dragged struggling to the bench, thrown onto her back and Buck tied her hands to the bench over her head. She still wore her black-and-white headpiece and her thigh-length stockings.
Wendy bent over the frightened woman, kissed her fully on the mouth, then removed the blindfold after getting a nod from Paul. The nun looked about her in obvious fright. Wendy smiled sadistically and ordered Buck to sit between the woman's legs.
The nun gasped as Buck sat at the foot of the bench, took hold of her legs to throw them over his, then scooted forward. His great black prick lay throbbing on her stomach, his balls resting against her quivering pussy. He smiled at Wendy as she spoke to Gino.
"Rub your prick all over her face!"
Gino grinned lewdly and stepped over the woman, standing straddle-legged over her chest. He lowered himself down slowly until his balls dragged over her tits, then he moved forward. He rubbed the head of his prick all over her tightly clenched lips, then moved it slowly over her eyes and cheeks.
Whimpering, she opened her eyes as she felt Wendy kneel beside her and run her hand over her tits, her stomach. "Either open your eyes and your mouth," she paused and ran her hand lower to take hold of Buck's pulsing prick, "or I'll tell him to stick this prick in your pussy!" As she spoke, she rubbed the head of Buck's prick against the moist lips of the nun's pussy.
"Please... oh, please! Don't do that! I'll do anything you say only don't let him... don't let him..."
"Say it!" Wendy cried and pressed the head of his prick into the wet warmth of the woman's outer pussy lips. "Say fuck!"
"F... fu... fuck... don't let him fu... fuck me!" she gasped, her head thrown back.
Wendy smiled and began jacking the black man off, rubbing the sensitive head of his prick up and down between the lips of the nun's cunt. She knew what kind of sensations that caused, for she sensed her body stiffening.
"Suck his prick!" Wendy commanded and looked over Gino's muscular thigh to his prick, laying against the woman's throat. "Put it in your mouth and suck him off!" she nearly shouted and grabbed the man's cock and rubbed it against her mouth.
"I will... I will!" the nun cried and looked up in fear as Gino held his cock out for her to take.
Slowly, she opened her lips and gently touched the head of Gino's throbbing prick. She closed her eyes as her small, pink tongue came into view and she licked him tentatively. Much to their surprise, the nun opened her mouth wide and closed it about the head of his prick. Gino groaned and reached down to take hold of her head. Slowly, he fed more of his prick into the nun's mouth and writhed as she tongued him wildly.
"Jesus!" Gino exclaimed, "This bitch has sucked a prick before!"
Moving her head back, Wendy continued jerking off the black man and arousing the nun at the same time. She licked the woman's nipples until they became stiff, then began sucking them alternately. As her head moved back and forth from one tit to the other, her finger had worked its way into the nun's cunt and she was frigging her wildly.
"Oh, shit!" Gino exclaimed, "I... I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum in her mouth!"
"No!" Wendy told him as she jacked the black prick furiously. "Shoot all over her face!"
"Ughhhnnn..." Buck groaned, "I'm cumming too... gonna cum, Missy... where do you want me to shoot it?"
"All over her belly!" Wendy cried and leaned back to watch as Gino pulled his spurting prick out of the nun's sucking mouth. She watched in fascination as the gobs of cum hit the nun's lips, her tongue, her eyes and ran down her cheeks. Just then, Buck cried out and hunched forward. Wendy felt his prick jerk in his hand and she looked to see the long stringy gobs of cum splashing the nun's naked belly, then fall to her flaming red pussy hair.
"Uhhhnnn..." the nun gasped as Wendy continued fingerfucking her, "Oh... Oh, ohhhhhhh!" and she arched her back as Wendy brought her to a sudden orgasm.
Wendy stopped the moment she realized the nun was making it. She turned and found Paul focused on the nun's face and he nodded his approval to Wendy. Wendy motioned the two men off the woman, then beckoned to Trudy and Ruby.
As the two girls joined her breathlessly, Wendy smiled her sadistic smile and asked Trudy, "Ever think you'd get a chance to suck a nun's pussy?"
Trudy shuddered. Wendy had changed so much it was difficult to believe she was the same person. Then, her friend's words registered and she licked her lips as she looked down at the nun's legs, spread wide by the bench; her feet were flat on the floor and her knees bent.
The nun looked on in surprise as Trudy sat on the bench, threw open her skirt and began stroking her pussy. She leaned forward and lowered her head to kiss the inner parts of the woman's thighs. The nun whimpered, then she gasped as Trudy moved tip with her head and kissed her red-haired pussy.
Wendy looked at Ruby and smiled. She moved to the girl and slowly undressed her as the nun looked on. As she removed her bodice, she lowered her head and sucked the tiny nipples of the black girl's tits. She dropped the skirt and fingered Ruby's pussy obscenely.
"Sit on her face!" she ordered the black girl.
The nun screamed, but her sounds were muffled as Ruby sprang over her, facing Trudy, and sat on her face.
"Lick her pussy, you bitch!" Wendy ordered the nun, "or I'll have nigger Jim stick that big black prick up your white ass!"
The nun sobbed, then opened her mouth. A look of rapture crossed Ruby's dark features as she felt the woman's tongue teasing her pussy, and her mouth sucked in the pouting lips. She ground her hips in a circular motion and reached down to fondle the woman's tits as Trudy licked her entire cuntal area with the flat of her tongue.
"Get a load of that!" Paul exclaimed as he moved in for a close-up of the nun's tongue in Ruby's pink-lipped pussy. Her wiry pubic hair shone dully like oiled wire and the woman's tongue spread the girl's pussy lips, the pink inner lips were exposed to Paul's lens.
Backing off, he filmed Wendy as she removed Trudy's clothing. As she finished, Trudy got up on the bench and kneeled between the nun's thighs. She presented her ass to Wendy as she leaned over and licked her between the asscheeks.
Then, Wendy ripped off her own clothing and moved over the nun's hands; they were bound palm upward above her head. Wendy sat down on them and squirmed as she told the nun, "Fingerfuck me... play with my pussy... play with my cunt while you eat pussy and get your pussy eaten!"
The nun's fingers buried themselves in Wendy's golden bush and she writhed atop her hands, a look of ecstasy on her face. She licked her lips as she looked to her left and saw Buck standing there, his prick a throbbing staff again. She motioned to him and as the nun fingerfucked her, she took hold of the man's thick black prick and began licking its entire length.
Gino looked on in dismay as the others sucked and licked each other. Then he looked at Trudy's upturned ass and he moved forward and kneeled behind her on the bench. She wriggled her ass as she felt his prick slide between her legs and nudge her sopping pussy. She took her fingers out of her cunt and guided his prick in as she licked and sucked the nun's cunt.
"Wow... this'll make us a fortune!" Stella said thickly, and swallowed as she looked on in fascination at the orgy.
"Wendy did it..." Paul said softly as he moved around to capture the entire scene on film. "She gets star billing on this one!"
Wendy writhed on the nun's fingers as the woman played with her clit expertly and shoved one finger up her ass. She stroked Buck's glistening black cock and sucked half its length into her obscenely ovaled mouth. Buck reached around and began playing with Ruby's tits as she ground her pussy down on the nun's sucking mouth. She pinched the nun's tits and cried out as she looked down to find Trudy lapping the woman's cunt lavishly.
Trudy gasped aloud as Gino thrust forward with his hips and buried his prick in her steaming pussy. The youth leaned forward, wrapped his arms about her body and was fondling her lush tits as he fucked her obscenely from behind.
Buck cried out and took hold of Wendy's head as his prick jerked wildly in her mouth. Quickly, the girl pulled her head back and opened her mouth widely to catch his hot spurts of cum on her tongue. As she did, Buck's thumb became entangled with the snap of the mask she wore and it was swept off her face. No one noticed but Paul and he kept right on filming as the black man's prick spurted its hot load onto Wendy's tongue and lips. He focused on the long dripping wad as it ran from the corner of her mouth down her cheek.
The others cried out and spasmed almost simultaneously. The nun arched and let out a muffled scream as Trudy's tongue, brought her to orgasm. Ruby wailed and shuddered as she pressed her seething cunt down on the nun's mouth. Wendy sobbed as she felt Gino's prick explode in her pussy and she pressed her ass back against his tight belly.
Paul captured the multiple orgasms on film and as the last jerk and spasmodic quiver passed, he sighed deeply, lifted his finger from the mechanism and said, weakly, "Cut... for Christ's sake, cut!"
Stella was highly aroused and she turned to Paul as he shook his head. "Suppose we could get Buck to film a sequence while we balled her?"
Paul laughed and began taking off his clothes. "Why not -- just as long as we get Wendy in on the act -- she's the greatest starlet we've ever had!" And the most willing, he thought.
Wendy looked up as she moved off the nun's sopping fingers. She smiled broadly at Paul's remark and she knew a certain pride. What she did, she did well... and none had ever complimented her on that before. Well, she thought, if you want some real kinky stuff, I'll give it to you -- after all, I learned it all from you!
Frank Harris stood in the foyer of the lodge; he looked about and saw all of his lodge brothers laughing and joking and getting ready for the evening's festivities. These events turned him off, but he dared not let anyone else know his true feelings. He had gone through quite an ordeal in order to get himself a sponsor to the Brotherhood the year before. He certainly did not want to take a chance of falling short of his brothers' expectations simply because he found something a little distasteful.
"Come on, Frank!" a friend called out. "Grab another drink... it's time for the fun to begin!"
Frank smiled and waved, then walked to the bar where he had the bartender pour him a double. His thoughts were a bit scattered, for it was the first lodge meeting he had been to since his daughter's disappearance three months before. He knew that the "fun" would only last for a short time perhaps an hour -- then maybe he could find a quiet poker game to take his mind off matters.
Frank followed the others from the foyer into the main lodge room. He found his seat beside his sponsor and as he sipped his drink, he smiled and sighed deeply.
"Hey... this ought to be a hot one tonight, Frank. Finance committee spent a bundle on it. It's a one of its kind... and hot out of a camera, I understand."
Frank nodded and held his breath until the lights had been dimmed. These things were a bore to him, but he tolerated them for the sake of appearances. Oh, well, he thought, maybe this will take my mind off Wendy.
Frank Harris sat back comfortably and sipped his drink as a title flashed on he screen: MISTRESS W. AND HER SLAVES. How dull, he thought as the opening shot showed a nun being dragged into what was obviously a fake dungeon. No imagination, he concluded and sighed again as a girl with flowing blonde hair walked forward, her back to the camera, and placed her hand on the nun's hip.
Frank Harris leaned forward then as the camera caught a profile of the young girl -- the young girl wearing a black mask.
He chilled as he recognized his daughter.