Chapter 15
Ed smiled at her. "Ready for your exhibition, Ray dear?"
Her eyes went wide. She glanced quickly at the door on the far side of the room, drawing in her breath sharply and licking her hps. "I... I..."
"You are ready for your exhibition," Ed told her firmly, and she nodded.
"Oh yes."
"Atta girl. In a few minutes, you won't be thinking of anything but yourself, sweetheart. That's just why I brought you here. Now understand this. You don't want to do it. You know you're a Lesbian, and you don't dig men, but it's going to be good, eventually . . . and you
cannot help obeying me. Got that, Ray baby?"
She nodded in silence, looking as if she were about to cry.
He held out his hand. Ramona placed her fingers in his palm and stood up, trembling. But her brain could not fight the drug, could not fight its helpless submission to his commands. Holding her hand firmly, Ed led her over to the door and grasped the latch. Grinning at her, he swung it open.
Ramona stared fearfully into the darkness beyond. She felt the tug of his hand, heard his quiet invitation. "Step right in, whore."
Ramona plucked at her skirt nervously, bunching it ahead of her as she stepped shakily into the darkness. She heard the door click behind her. Darkness enfolded her. She shivered.
For a moment she heard only their breathing. An almost imperceptible hum filled the room, and she gasped as drapes slid back along all four walls. She glanced quickly around her, but the door fit the wall so perfectly she could not see it. The babble of voices, of laughter, rose about her, and her hand went quickly to her bosom. She stared.
She was in the middle of the main dining room. Hundreds of persons surrounded her, eating or drinking, smoking, smiling—and staring at her as the drawn drapes revealed her and her captor.
She knew it was only an illusion, created by three-dimensional telecameras, but the reality of the effect was frightening, hideously embarrassing. She had heard of the exhibition rooms, but she had never dreamed she'd be in one— and with a man\
In the main dining room was a pool, precisely the size of this room. In the center of the pool was an elaborate
light display, designed to attract certain attention . . . and the display was equipped with telecameras that transmitted the natural actions and gazes of the crowd ... to the four walls of the Exhibition room, which were actually telescreens. It was a stage in the middle of hundreds of people, all looking at her.
"It is real this time, Ray," Ed said quietly, and instantly her mind was compelled to believe him. She whimpered. All those people! "Everyone's looking at you, Ramona dear." His hand pressed insistently at the small of her back. "Step over there on the platform where they can see you better, slut."
The soft light revealed a low bed in the center of the . . . "arena." At its foot was a small dais, with steps ascending to it Helplessly, Ramona stumbled to it Pausing at the foot of the steps, she looked frantically about at the staring eyes. Her teeth sank into her hps. Some of them—many of them—were smiling or laughing as they stared at her. She saw a girl nudge her date, grinning as she gazed straight at Ramona. Her brain fought . . . she trembled, trying to escape the mental control. . . .
"Onto the platform, Ramona."
She lifted her skirt and ascended the three steps to the dais. It was so real! She was unable not to believe that she was on stage. Glancing over at Ed, she saw that he was smiling at her reactions. She touched the bodice of her tunic, feeling the pounding of her heart.
"Look at them, Ray. They're waitingl"
At the sound of his voice, Ramona once more gazed around at the audience. All those people are staring at me, displayed here on this dais!
Then his voice came, lightly, tinged with a hint of amusement "They want to see you naked, darling."
She panicked. "No ... no please . . . not in front of . . ."
"Rarnona! You can, you will. Look at those six people at that table over there." She followed his pointing finger to see a sextet of diners gazing straight at her, unwaveringly. One fat man seemed to be studying the bulge of her tits beneath the tunic. "They can hardly wait to see you undress," Ed said. "Rarnona, strip.'*
Her eyes swung frantically about. She was trapped, helpless on this stage, while all those people waited impatiently for her to strip for them, to show them her body. And she had to.
Wlmnpering, chewing her lower hp, she lifted her arms. Her trembling fingers found the depolarizer that allowed her tunic to gap instantly open. The dress loosened around her shoulders. She felt sure she could detect a pause in the many conversations, as the audience eyed her intendy. The tunic opened only to the waist; she would have to pull it off over her head. She reached down for the hem. Slowly, she began lifting the short skirt, drawing it up until it was at her waist, exposing her perfectly shaped thighs.
Then she drew the garment up and over her head. The fabric rustled—mockingly, she thought—when she dropped it to the floor.
Clad only in her undergarments, she touched the lush swell of one big breast with a finger, trying to calm her quickened breathing. She gasped, turning to him; "Please . . . I'm so . . ."
He laughed. "Embarrassed? Of course you are. What woman wouldn't be, in front of all these people? All watching you. But you can't help yourself. You can't
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cheat them. Show them what you look like, Ramona, Let them see your fat naked tits and that fuzzy slash between your legs."
Her cheeks reddened at the callous explicitness of his words. She clamped her legs tightly together, one knee bent forward a little in a self-protecting, self-concealing posture. But she had to . . .
With a little shudder, she reached up to unsnap the center catch of her brassiere. Trying to keep her eyes off the crowd, trying to ignore their interested gazes, she leaned forward to let the bra slide from her shoulders. Her full breasts swung free, covered only by the faint flush of her intense embarrassment. It was agony.
"Good," he told her. "They're staring at the old titties now, Ray. Marvelous feeling, isn't it?"
It was. She reveled in it, delighted in it, and she surged her chest forward to show them—and Ed realized his mistake.
"That is, it's horribly, obscenely embarrassing," he told her, "completely humihating, for you, a big predatory Lesbian to have to stand there and show her big fat naked milkbags to that crowd . . . and to be unable to cover yourself with your hands."
She was already starting to do just that. But the moment he told her she couldn't. . . she couldn't. Her hands went to the waistband of her panties. Her thumbs slid in, feeling cold against her flush-hot flesh. She eased them down, trembling, hearing their whispering slide over her stockings. She had to bend to remove them from her ankles, and she whimpered again, feeling all those eyes staring at her upturned ass. She tried very hard to keep the cheeks tightly pressed.
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Then she had the panties off, and she straightened quickly, covering the dark curls of her pubic hair with one hand.
"No sense in trying to hide your pussy, Ray baby," he pointed out calmly. "They've already seen it. Now stand up straight, so they can see your cunt better and so your tits don't droop so much."
Shivering in huniiliation, she straightened. She was unable to disobey. She tried to ignore the crowd, but could not. Her hands shot up to cover her face. She cringed behind them in agonized shame. "Please... this is horriblel"
He watched her, and he was delighted. And he didn't try to hide it. "Uncover your face! Let them see how you feel about it. They want to see what a degraded whore you are . . . show them!"
Her hands dropped from her face, brushing her breasts as they fell. Each globe jiggled busily. Her cheeks crimsoned. She looked about, shivering at the expressions of amusement, of curiosity, in the crowd that surrounded her. Her hands lifted again, involuntarily going to her breasts. She discovered that her body was reacting with unconstrained eroticism, helplessly, to her exhibitionistic display of her own nudity. Her nipples were in erection. She moaned. Go down! Go down! Donft let them see me like this! It is not sexyl
But her trembling fingers found stiff red berries tipping her tits, and she heard a ripple of laughter behind her. She dared not look. Then her attention was caught by a movement at the bottom of the steps. She looked down and sucked in a swift breath: Ed stood there, completely nude.
"Nol No please! We can't! No no, don't do it to me!
Not herel" Alarmed to the point of terror, she jerked her head rapidly about, seeking an exit.
But he was quickly up the steps. Has hands grasped her bare shoulders. "Oh yes. We're going to do it right here. Right in front of everybody."
She tightened her thighs, pressing them together, crossing her hands over her pubic area while she tried to move him with a pleading look. "Oh, god, please don't I'll... I'll never forget... it's so humiliating?'
He nodded. "Right. You'll never forget it bitch! You'll never forget what you did to T irtda, and how you left her there, and how I followed you all the way here to Mars . . . and did this to you. It's women you want, taking them like a man. Old Ramona on the prowl! Well, this time it's different. You'll take it like a woman, Ray baby. Now get this: I'm going to start treating you like a woman ... and you are going to respond."
She moaned. His strong hands pulled her steadily closer. She was continually, horribly conscious of the murmurings and the tinkle of dinnerware that surrounded them And the eyes, the eyes . . . then her full breasts with their helplessly erected nipples touched his chest—and a tingle went through them. His words stamped through her mind, again and again: you are going to respond you are going to respond you are going to . . .
She could feel the coarseness of his male body hair, tickling her soft flesh where she had felt it only once before ... and it was erotic. Her hands rose, seemingly without her awareness, to his shoulders. His arms encircled her waist to pull her firmly against him. She groaned, feeling the hard length of his rigid penis.
No no no, a voice cried out inside her. / don't want him in there! No . . . stop him . . . break free . . . you
are going to respond . .. respond....
The big head of his penis pressed insistently against her soft vulva as their bodies welded together. Then his hps were pressing down on hers, and she opened her mouth automatically. Her breathing quickened.
"You want all this cock in you, Rarnona."
No! yes ... going to respond ... No... respond... no . . .YES____
She was aware of the tightness in her nipples as his tongue penetrated her mouth—and suddenly she was pushing her naked body against him, opening her thighs to make way for the throbbing maleness of him.
The crowd was blotted out of her mind. She struggled to get closer, closer to his muscular body. Her arms slid up around his neck. She sucked avidly at his probing tongue. She thrilled to the feeling of his arms holding her strongly against him. Her heart was pounding with a demanding rhythm. Her thighs opened under the commanding pressure of his knee, and her hips curved forward to expose her crotch to his penis. A crotch that had never housed a penis before today . . . she had dildoed, but it had never happened to her, before him. She wouldn't allow it. She had played the man. She wanted nothing male in her body. Nothing.... .... But she wanted his cock, wanted it. She emitted a little cry of erotic pleasure as she felt the hard prick abrading her vulva, thrusting strongly, demandingly with the movements of his hips. And hers moved, too.
She began grinding her hips, seeking the greatest contact, attempting to lock bis body between her thighs. Then his hps shpped from hers, and she pressed her cheek against his, and . . . she saw the crowd again. Again the nauseous feeling arose. She felt hideously
degraded (deliciously degraded) and hiraiiliated and assaulted. All those strange faces were staring at her naked body, writhing in the sexual embrace—and with a man\
She grunted as the rigid length of his penis probed between the hps of her vulva. She could not help herself: she hunched against it. The words came unbidden from her mouth as she responded. "Fuck me ... I want your hard cock. . . ."
He was forcing her backward, and she stumbled against the edge of the bed, panting with her need. She felt herself falling, still held in his powerful embrace. They twisted as they fell, so that they landed on the bed on their sides, bouncing on the water mattress. The sheets were cool and soft against her nakedness. He grasped her under the armpits, dragging her fully onto tiie bed.
Wriggling, she squirmed against him and lifted her legs as his muscular thigh forced its way between hers. Their demanding hps joined in a wet, open-mouthed kiss while she felt the solid rubbing of his penis against her soft vaginal hps. Sweat glistened on their writhing bodies. Little sighs of delight gurgled from her throat. Gradually, she went limp, giving her naked body over entirely to his demands.
Unresisting, she felt herself being rolled over onto her back. Her legs spread wide and she panted, her nipples standing up like hard red exclamation points. She watched in wide-eyed suspense as he settled between her thighs, his body hovering over hers, lowering. Then he came down onto her. She felt his weight, pressing her into the mattress in a thrilling imprisonment
Her hand moved. It slipped between their perspiring bellies and she looked at the staring audience while she
grasped his penis. So huge ... so hairy ... so stiff and thick . . . never before today . . . but she had to . . . she could not help it, she had to respond, she wanted it
She shifted the big cock until the tip touched her cunt lips, wild thoughts rushing through her mind. Look what he's doing to me! He's going to fuck me right in front of all of you . . . and I've never wanted to be fucked so much in my life!
His knowledge that this was only her second time only added to the thrill and delight of bis breaking this sadistic bitch; he'd show her what sadism could be! But there was no blockage; she had already experienced the breaking of all her sex barriers in the hotel room. Her hole was probably still sore from that but the fact did not bother Ed. She had never felt a penis before his, and he intended to get all of his kicks from her before turning her over to the dogs.
"Ah!" she gasped, feeling a lance of pain when the blunt flesh of his crown began pushing insistently at her tight slit Grunting and gasping, she felt a slight pain as her entrance was widened. His prick shoved aside her soft, unprotected hps and moved deeper between them.
Then it was entering the vagina beyond that soft-lipped vestibule, and she groaned—but responded. She murmured rapturously into his ear, letting hini know how much she enjoyed this invasion of her body. It felt huge, enormous, and she knew that was because of her own tightness; how he must be enjoying drilling into such a grasping cunt!
With a sudden thrust, he slid it all the way into the warm wetness of her belly. She gasped, then cried out ecstatically, raining kisses over his face. She was filled so tightly, so fully.
The magic wand of passion throbbed gloriously in
her, beginning to piston in and out of her, building an erotic fire in her vagina. The mucous-moistened shaft brushed her overdeveloped clitoris periodically, sending irresistible flashes of rapture through her abdomen. Their sweating bodies slapped rhythmically together, again and again, as he thrust it in and out of her.
She could not control her legs. They seemed to rise all by themselves, whipping up to wrap tightly around him as they climbed steadily toward a climax.
She was dimly conscious of murmurs of conversation from the crowd around her, but she reveled in it now, reveled in this exhibitionistic display of being screwed on a water-soft bed in the center of the open stage.
She gasped out a loud grunt of surprise when the mighty cock suddenly rammed deep into her. He seemed to be trying to push it all the way into her body. She grasped her own ankles and pulled her own legs farther toward her shoulders, aiding him to impale her more fully on his hot pole of sex. She knew a seemingly endless moment of rapturous waiting . . . and then the gliding shaft jerked with abrupt savagery.
The flaming jet of h'quid shooting up into her vagina took her breath away. Her own body rushed to meet the hammering semen as her organs convulsed in an ecstatic orgasm, (you will respond . . .)
Again she wrapped her legs around her lover, holding him tightly to her while her vagina absorbed the rampaging flood that ejaculated from him, crashing in waves of ecstasy against her own orgiastic response in a mighty climax.
The tide of rapture subsided gradually. She gazed in warm content at the people observing her beneath him on the center of the stage. Her hands roved across her lover's sweaty back, enjoying the feel of his weight
relaxing on top of her. She emitted a sad sigh as his cock moved slowly in and out of her, and she felt the warm trickle of liquid spill down her crotch, creeping between her buttocks.
He raised himself above her on his palms. "And how do you like being the main attraction, bitch?"
She shifted her head, gasping. Her legs tightened around him. She murmured, "Do... do me again...
Ed was temporarily startled. Then it suddenly occurred to him that he had counteracted his earlier command that she would only have an orgasm when fucked in the ass. He chuckled. "When I tell my zombie to respond, she responds, doesn't she! All right; now you cannot move. But . . . now you're just Ray, predatory Lesbian again . . . and you know everything that's happened to you. How do you feel about it?"
All delight was hurled from her mind as by the sluicing of a hose loaded with ice water. She began screaming, again and again.
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