Chapter 6

The aura of sex hung heavily in the rec room as Harry Cooke entered the huge chamber behind the lovely Stella to see what had to be the wildest party to take place since the days of Nero's Rome. Huge mirrors adorned every wall and reflected the orgiastic sex scenes taking place all around the room on chaises, couches, chairs ...even the white fur carpet on the floor itself. Scarcely had they entered the room, when the already subdued lighting began to dim, giving him only a moment to look around at his surroundings. Suddenly, he was struck with apprehension: where the hell was Dee? "Quick, let's go over there, Harry," Stella whispered excitedly. "There's a spot on that divan that looks just right for us!"

Harry hesitated momentarily as he cast one last look at the surrounding debauchery. Was she still off balling Burk? he wondered. Or, was she in here someplace!

"Come on!" Stella hissed impatiently. "The show is about to start!"

Harry followed her across the room, stepping over legs and bodies, as they came to the divan on the far side of the rec room.

"Here we are," Stella piped as she sat down on the low divan and patted the space beside her. "Come and sit!"

They gave Dee all the time in the world to get ready. She thought they would come for her and rip her clothes off and drag her out to be ravished and raped. They didn't. They gave her time to think and drink ...and become still more excited. They gave her plenty of time to get acquainted with her surroundings. They gave her time to watch the closed circuit TV.

She saw a close-up of a naked man sitting in a chair. His erection was enormous and obscene. A young blonde girl, very young, was kneeling obediently between his thighs and holding the shaft of his hard cock with her fingers.

Her tongue lashed out wantonly and curled around the swelling mushroom head of the man's penis. Her wet lips played slippery tricks, sliding and sucking the very tip of the lust-thickened penis. The girl's lewd teasing was obviously having its effect on the man. He grabbed her head brutally with both his hands, and, at the same time, savagely thrust his hips forward and upward, sinking his thick shaft of hard flesh deep in the girl's mouth.

As Dee watched the girl's wet lips close tightly around the man's lust-purpled shaft, she realized that this, too, was calculated to play upon her basest sensuality-her masochistic tendencies-to ready her for the evening's festivities. She drained her glass and turned away from the TV monitor. She looked in a wall mirror and saw her stunning good looks and her wildly voluptuous figure that even her dress couldn't hide. She grinned at her image, slightly drunk. It wasn't real...it simply wasn't real that she was here about to do something lewd and forbidden in front of a five audience. Hastily, she poured herself another drink before returning to the mirror.

She stood looking in the mirror, taking in her own figure, turning this way and that. It was an incredible figure, fully developed ...soft in the right places and curved. She smiled at her image again and was proud of it. She drank and turned again to the tiny television.

The young girl was naked now, sitting in the chair. The man was kneeling in front of her and had forced the pretty young thing to put her legs up on the arms of the chair. Her knees were hooked over the arms of the chair and her full, firm thighs were obscenely split wide open. Apparently, it wasn't enough to satisfy the man who roughly spread the girl's eagerly trembling legs even wider apart, forcing her to shove her glistening pink cunt forward to the edge of the chair. The man grinned lewdly and slowly spread the wetly throbbing lips of the girl's pussy before lasciviously burying his face into the hair-lined opening.

Dee groaned aloud and her free hand brushed over her own stomach and groin. Lust crept through her craven flesh and nerves like slow, warm syrup ...if she kept watching the screen, she knew she was going to become insanely horny. She poured herself still another drink and tried not to think of what she was involved in. She ignored the images on the screen and went to the bathroom to see what it was like.

It shocked her. The walls were covered with excellent photographs of men and women naked, fondling one another. Scenes of graphic sex now had her panting a little. She fled the bathroom and had to look at the TV screen again. The girl was still in the chair, but now her head was flailing back and forth with an abandoned passion as her hips churned and ground wildly upward against the man's tongue darting, licking, and stabbing deep into her wantonly writhing cunt. Dee moaned, just once, a sound of hunger and despair.

By the time they did come to get her, she was more than ready, dizzy with drink and half naked. Already, she was in a lewd mood as she sprawled in a chair, one leg swung up over an arm, her dress pulled up to expose the black crotchband of her panties. Her dress was open in the front, allowing a good view of her beautifully rounded mounds straining at the thin fabric of her brassiere. Her pixyish brown hair was wild and disheveled. She grinned up at the two burly men who had come to fetch her.

"Hi," she said.

She was actually ready to fuck both of them right there, ready for an orgy right in the chair. Her loins were hungrily throbbing, achingly teasing her. She had been alone for a full two hours, thinking of the events of the past two days, her father and Mr. Burk, the sex show ...oh God! She had sat watching the film on closed circuit TV and wondered if she was going to be filmed, thus heightening her depravity. She had wandered back into the bathroom and taken her time, looking at each of the photos and murals. She had sat and watched obscene sex on TV and had time to think. Plenty of time ...and plenty of liquor. By the time they came to get her, she was in the mood for nearly anything they had to offer.

The two men smiled maliciously at her as they ordered her to her feet. They grinned at one another as she slowly swung her leg down and got up, eyeing them with a wicked smile.

The larger of the pair cleared his throat. "Take your clothes off," he commanded.

They stood looking at her with insinuating smiles and politely waited for her to strip. Dee felt a certain kind of lewdness in their attitude. It was exciting stripping naked so casually in front of the two strange men. With a shiver of promised delights, she wondered what they were going to do to her. She stripped very quickly down to her brassiere and panties and stood looking at the men defiantly, her huge breasts, heavy and as well-rounded as musk-melons, proudly thrust out.

Slowly, taking her time and driving both of the men wild, she undid the clasp of her brassiere. Her soft breasts were closely confined by the material of the brassiere. They seemed to swell right before the men's hungry eyes. They spread out wantonly, almost brazenly as Dee smirked, seeing how the bigger man clenched his fists and how his slightly smaller friend ground his teeth together. She discovered facets of her soul and feelings she had never dreamed she possessed ...she enjoyed teasing the animals. Letting the tip of her tongue wetly lick her lips, she thrust her hips and pelvis forward. She stood with her hands on her flaring hips, naked save for the flimsy bikini panties.

Slowly, brazenly, jutting her hips even more obscenely forward, she rolled the material of her panties down. They were skin-tight on her voluptuous body, and she peeled them slowly downward, the red tip of her tongue wetly sticking out of her mouth, her big beautiful eyes merry and impudent.

Almost sadistically-sadism being the other side of the masochistic coin-she peeled and rolled the panties down until they resembled nothing more than an inadequate G-string. Intuitively, she knew what would arouse the men more, and so she slowly and insolently turned around, allowing them a hungry view of her almost naked buttocks and the lascivious way her firmly rounded buttocks rocked and undulated one against the other as she shifted her weight.

She turned and faced the men again, brazenly taking her time. Her eyes caught the big man's hand and how he barely resisted the impulse to rip her panties from her voluptuous body.

"Hurry up!" he spat nervously. "Mr. Burk does not like to keep his friends waiting ...hurry!"

"Why not?" she mocked, her eyes widened in innocence.

Menacingly, the big man stepped toward her, and, with a little irritating laugh, Dee pulled her panties down and let them fall silently and softly to the floor. Hands posed temptingly on her hips, she stepped back and let both hungry men take in her lasciviously naked form.

The big man broke the silence. "Move! There are people waiting!"

Brazenly naked, Dee strolled to the door that he held for her. They led her down a short hallway, their eyes on her proudly dimpling buttocks. She felt sensuously alive, every nerve in her body throbbing with a wild excitement. Oddly, she enjoyed being obscenely naked in front of these men, knowing she was driving them wild. Passing a mirror, she glanced in it and noted with satisfaction that neither man could take his eyes from her seductively undulating body.

The hall led to a small stage that very closely resembled the stage at the club in Hollywood where she had been taken a few nights earlier and had witnessed the live performance.

In the audience, her father thought Dee looked as though she was hardly conscious from fear and revulsion and yet she moved. Her eyelids appeared heavy and her eyes glassy; a slight mewl escaped from her lips as a short muscular man moved on the stage with her.. He walked up to her and pinched her nipples hard and moved his head forward. The man's face with its huge nose was even with her smooth white belly, and his tongue snaked out and teased into her navel, bringing another mewl from her open mouth. She sucked in her breath in horror then, as she watched in transfixed horror the slobbering lips tracing a path down the smooth fiat plane to the soft pubic hair guarding her secret parts. His powerful small hands dropped then, and, placing a thumb on either side of the fleshy lips of her cunt, he pulled them gently apart. The great slobbering tongue leapt forward, burying itself in the exposed slit with a wet, sluicing sound.

Changes even she didn't understand were coming over her. Instead of fighting with all her strength against these humiliating acts, Dee had instantly turned into a groaning mass of passion. She moved her feet far apart on the floor and tangled her hands in the little man's oily hair, pulling his ugly face into her crotch. She ground her hips sensuously in time to the darting tongue that probed hotly up into her wide-split pussy. Her eyes were closed and her mouth hung open in undisguised ecstasy.

And then, suddenly and surprisingly, it was Dee who was attacking!

The delightedly surprised Harry Cooke watched as she pushed the short man back to the bed, still holding his face tightly between her legs, and sat full down on it with her squirming buttocks. She was straddling the whipping tongue, grinding his head back down into the mattress until it was only half visible, his hair protruding bushily from between her full thighs, his legs kicking back toward the edge of the bed. It was she who was doing the ravishing, animal grunts of lust coming in torrents from her lips. It was obvious to the crowd and her father that she was reaching for a climax already, her body completely out of control.

The short man was helpless in her desperate grasp. He was trying with all his strength to throw her from his suffocating body, but to no avail. He would have choked in another second had not the helpful hands of the two assistants pulled the jerking girl's body from him. She screamed in protest, her legs kicking out into the empty air.

The little man sat up choking and sputtering, his face beet red from the lack of air. "Turn her over, turn her over," he shouted. "I'll show the little bitch who's boss around here."

His face was now blue with rage. He had lost control of the situation. The handsome father and the people around him were laughing at him, and too many crowds had laughed at him. He had to show them. He had to make this little bitch scream ...and scream good!

In mere seconds, the young Dee's flailing body was twisted about on the bed until she was lying flat on her stomach. Her white belly ground into the mattress, still striving hopelessly for the near orgasm just out of reach. Then, he took her by the ankles and spread her long slim legs well apart. He crawled up on his knees between her full thighs and spread the cheeks of her ass with his hands. Exposed clearly to everyone was the tiny puckered hole nestled in the crevice of her shimmering buttocks. It throbbed as if it anticipated the man's next move. His hand ran up the inside of her thigh all the way to the wetness of the young teenager's open cunt, and his head dropped to kiss the smooth oval asscheeks, his tongue trailing down to lick the crevice between them. "Spread them wider," he commanded. Dee's legs opened until her toes were hanging over the edges of the bed behind her. They were almost at right angles with her body. She thought she would split. The man's finger probed mercilessly, and he could hear her groan as it entered. She jumped forward slightly from the unexpected pain, her mouth wincing in unheeded protest. She strained back at the intruding fingers as the rubbery flesh closed over it in forced acceptance. A flicker of surprised pleasure passed over her face as it dug to the first knuckle.

He moved it around in the tight expanding hole in preparation of what was to follow, sawing it in and out, expanding the tiny anus more and more. Dee wriggled her hips back against it, her hands clawing at the mattress in front of her. He dug another finger in; this time it hurt. A short muffled squeal escaped from her lips as she buried her face into the covers. But the man persisted, placing one hand in the small of her back and pinning her to the mattress. He screwed both fingers into her mercilessly, stretching her tiny puckered anus until she grunted in pain each time he twisted his hand. She was being skewered like a helpless animal on a spit.

Her mouth opened suddenly then and began to pant and mewl as the man's cruel fingers worked around and around deep up her wide-stretched rectum. He grinned as he prodded at the defenseless asshole like an avenging demon. Dee squirmed beneath his cruel probes in total surrender.

"Fuck me there!" she suddenly screamed, turning her head to the side so that she could look down on it. "Screw my ass! Screw my ass!"

Instantly, the man pulled his fingers out of the writhing young girl. They seemed to come out reluctantly, the clasping pink skin clinging to them until they withdrew with a wet, vacuum-like sucking noise. He pushed the cheeks apart again with his hands and dropped his face into the crevice. His tongue licked teasingly at the quivering hole until the squirming young girl could stand no more.

"Oh God, fuck it! Fuck it, please!" she breathed in a thick passionate plea. "Quick, quick, or I'll die!"

Harry Cooke watched with increasing excitement as obediently, in reply to the little man's command, Dee struggled to her knees, presenting the rounded white orbs of her buttocks up to the now wildly aroused ugly little man. He stood up between her thighs, his huge cock standing straight out with the head resting in her split crevice.

She was at his mercy now, and he intended to take full advantage of it. He was at his best now that he could humiliate this helpless young girl. He made her reach back under her body and stroke at the hairy testicles dangling down between her spread thighs. She stroked at them delicately, as though they were sacred eggs that shouldn't be broken.

"Put my cock in, bitch!" he spat at her harshly.

Her hands moved hesitantly from the softness of his balls and grasped the huge, hard cock. A sudden expression of fear flashed through her eyes as her fingers wrapped around it and perceived for the first time the enormity of the throbbing instrument. She stroked it experimentally, indecision apparent on her tortured face.

"Put it in, I say!" he snarled roughly, digging his fingers harshly into the tops of her thighs.

Dee finally submitted to the cold command and pressure of his hands and placed the tip against the tight hairless opening. Probing and working against her tender anus, the muscles of the man's stomach stood out as he strained forward. It was worming its way into ..her, like a giant battering ram trying to force its way into her quivering behind. He clenched his eyes tightly shut as the straining nether ring suddenly gave way before the pressure, and the huge head popped inside with a sudden rush. A slight hiss of escaping air could be heard as it entered.

"OOOooohhh," she groaned from the pain, her face contorted tightly from the first ravishment of her defenseless anus. His pressing thighs forced her forward and she began slipping away.

"Shove back! Shove back!" the ugly little man shouted.

Dee hunched back suddenly in automatic obedience to the loud command. Her body looked like that of a pet dog straining back on all fours against her master's leash. The man, actually drooling now, hugged her waving hips tightly and pushed inward with all his strength.

"Oh God, it hurts, it hurts, it's too big, too big!"

But the hard fleshy rod surged forward, battering the rubbery resistant flesh before it without mercy.

"OOOhhh, ooohhhhhh," she groaned as his pelvis suddenly smacked loudly against the softness of her twin white buttocks. The rampaging instrument was buried to the balls in her nearly spht ass.

She was hopelessly impaled!

Harry groaned excitedly as, almost imperceptibly at first, then with obviously mounting passion, Dee began to move backwards to meet the forward thrusts of the ugly little man's body. She was reveling in the lewd sodomizing of her backside, like a slave bending before her cruel master. The man rammed into her with hard vicious thrusts, watching the pink flesh follow the probing cock out on the backstroke as though it were righting its withdrawal.

The pain suddenly seemed strangely pleasant to her, and she turned her head from side to side, her hair thrashing around her head. Her teeth were bared back over her lips in a masochistic joy that depicted to the hypnotized audience the feelings of the giant cock boring into her.

Kneeling behind her, the man took sadistic delight in the sight of his huge penis pushing and pulling at the pink flesh surrounding her clasping asshole. His eyes flashed as he began a series of brutal hard thrusts that sent the still growing member sinking to the hilt in Dee's wide-split crevice. His balls smacked rhythmically against her cunt below, bringing further mewling of pleasure hissing through her clenched teeth.

Her glassy eyes stared unseeing around the room, passing over the figure of her father sitting with Stella. She was gone ...completely out of her" mind now with perverted lust!

"OOOhhh, fuck it, fuck it, on, on," she gasped as the man pressed tight against her soft buttocks and rotated the head around and around deep inside her rectum. Her moaning was adding to his pleasure, and his hands crawled over her buttocks and back, kneading the flesh like fresh dough. Bright red welts followed his fingers as they dug into her tender milk-white skin. "Oh, yes," she panted, even at the pain. "Keep it up ...keep it up!"

He pulled it out almost to the tip of the blood-filled head, exposing the giant inflated testicles, ready to explode. It was apparent to Harry that he was just holding it back to torment the squirming impaled girl longer. This was part of the ugly little man's pleasure. This was his ultimate reward!

He reached down and pulled her asscheeks wide apart, beginning to drive his pelvis into her soft yielding buttocks with hard smacks that resounded through the room. His sweating face dripped onto her lovely hollowing back, making it glisten in the light over the bed. His breath came in short puffing gasps like a long distance runner, his eyes locked down on the whiteness of her quivering body that slipped over his plunging cock like a tight-fitting glove. He had lost control of himself as he felt his cock growing like a tire inflating. His balls hung heavy from the sperm building there, and they had to be emptied soon or burst from the excruciatingly delicious pressure.

Dee mumbled incoherently beneath his pounding hips behind her. She waved her ass salaciously back against his eager thrusts. She wanted him to come. She wanted him to shoot his great wad of sperm deep into her belly. She wanted him to split her open and drown her in its loveliness. She could feel a great wetness in the crevice of her ass, and there was no longer any pain, only a feeling of being filled, filled as she had never been before. Her shoulders dropped to the mattress so that her ass was now sticking high up in the air and the great plunging cock could fuck her at will.

There was nothing now but this great fleshy mass filling her with pleasure and pain, and the pain was pleasure, too. She ground happily back against it as she felt it throb into a hugeness that could mean only one beautiful thing.

The ugly short man threw his head back and groaned as he thrust his cock's full length into the young teenager's full-stretched rectum, his body jerking convulsively, his hands pulling at her flesh like the talons of a hungry hawk. He screamed, uttering strange crazy sounds that mixed wildly with the obscene insults he hurled spitefully at the vanquished teenaged girl writhing on her knees beneath him.

"AAAUTJUGGGHHH!" he screamed. "Fuck back! Fuck back! You little bitch!"

As Harry Cooke watched in wonderment, Dee, beneath the man's pounding small body, felt the first delicious waves of the hot white liquid creaming into the depths of her rectum. It ran through her body like the first warning shock waves of a great tidal eruption, smacking into her belly and rebounding around like a great licking tongue sunk deep inside her.

She screamed her own release at the same time as it gushed from her open cunt, drenching the man's hairy balls pressed tightly against the spewing opening. His come ran down the crevice of her wide-split buttocks and they mingled together in a single stream of thick viscous fluid, attesting to the animal joy of their unnatural coupling.

Her rape was complete when the man pulled his glistening penis from her ass.

"Did you like that, you little hot bitch?" he hissed.

Dee was too far gone to actually reply. She nodded her head as if she were a robot, agreeing to anything she was programmed to agree to, and at this moment her programming had been a wild, sexual program. And, too, Dee was glad, extremely glad of this. Right now, for the first time in several days, she felt completely run down, wiped out, and exhausted.