Chapter 5
"Lemme fill it up for ya there, girl."
"No-no, thank you, I've had such a long day, the flight from New York, and all. I think I'll go to bed, if you don't mind," Jennifer said in a voice that nearly cracked with the strain she was obviously under from the evening's conversation.
"Jush a li'l nightcap. Make ya sleep better," Carlyle Henderson said, deliberately slurring his words and sloshing a large dollop of Grand Marnier into the uncomfortable young girl's snifter. They were having after-dinner coffee and drinks on the terrace by candlelight, and he was having the time of his life playing the role of his drunken, oafish brother Larry.
Larry, Carlyle reflected, was a truly delightful creation, and just by luck, this prissy magazine photographer was the perfect subject for the experiment he had planned with Guido and Valerie. He'd been making her squirm ever since she'd come out on the terrace for after-dinner cocktails, first by pretending that he didn't know a thing about his own craft, then by systematically insulting the image of Carlyle Henderson as a sexless aesthete that she had built up in her mind. By God, he vowed sardonically to himself, before Jennifer's visit was over there would be at least one little cunt who knew what Carlyle Henderson was really like!
"Lesh drink to poor old Carlyle!" Henderson grinned glassy-eyed at Jennifer. "Poor ol' Carlyle out there in the stormy sea, eatin' his raw fish. The least we can do is drink to him. After all, it's his booze ... and his money."
He hoisted his glass sloppily, with a clandestine wink, obliging the young girl to join him in the distasteful toast. "Awww, you kin do better'n that," he chided her when she took only a small sip of the Grand Marnier. "Chug-a-lug, to brother Carlyle's money," he ordered, downing his drink in one noisy gulp.
"Chug-a-lug!" Jennifer repeated grimly. Her cheeks crimsoned and tears sprang into her large blue eyes as the sweet amber liquid burned its way down her tender throat, but she gamely swallowed it all. "Now I really must go to bed," she said.
"I think we're all goin' to bed early tonight," Carlyle slurred, patting Valerie's knees familiarly and sliding his hand along her thigh toward her pussy. Valerie frowned fiercely and pushed his hand away ... but not before she was certain that Jennifer had noticed the brazen gesture.
"Well, goodnight," Jennifer said uncomfortably. She rose to her feet, lurching slightly, and walked unsteadily toward the house.
"Good night!" Carlyle and Valerie chorused after her, grinning knowingly at each other. Starting with strong vodka cocktails, then both red and white wine with dinner, and now the Grand Marnier, they had poured more liquor down the young girl's throat that evening than she'd probably drunk in her life before. She was obviously smashed out of her mind, which could only help their plan. While she was still well within earshot, Carlyle roared boisterously to Valerie "Come on, babe! Let's have one more shot before we hit the sack, huh?" He noisily poured more Grand Marnier into their snifters, accidentally on purpose knocking Jennifer's glass off the table with his elbow. "Oh fuck!" he swore loudly. "The fuckin' glass."
Valerie's slender shoulders began to shake with silent laughter. "Ohhh," she gasped finally. "Carlyle, don't you think you're overdoing it a bit?"
"Carlyle!" Carlyle sneered. 'You mean that fuckin' creep out on the ocean eatin' his raw fish? Don't mix us up, baby. I'm Larry, and don't you forget it. I run things around this goddamn house."
"Shhhh!" Valerie hushed him. "Can't you stop for a second?"
"Stop!" Carlyle slurred. "I don' wanna stop. I never really knew who I was until tonight. And you know what, baby? You know what you're gonna do tonight? You're gonna suck Larry Henderson's big hard old cock like it was never sucked before."
"I am not!" Valerie hissed vehemently.
"You are too!" Carlyle snarled back at her. "Or I'll punch you right in the goddamn nose."
As they both collapsed helplessly into loud bawdy laughter, a white-clad figure drifted silently across the terrace and Bat down in Jennifer's vacated chair.
"Okay, you two," Guido DiStefano said disgustedly. "You can knock it off now. She's in her room with the door locked, and it sounds like she's pushed the chest of drawers up against it for good measure."
"Oooooohh!" Valerie wailed in laughter, pointing at Carlyle. "He won't stop. He can't stop!"
"Come on, Carlyle. You're overdoing it," Guido remonstrated with the older man. "You've got the poor girl scared to death."
"I'm overdoing it!" Carlyle exclaimed with his habitually clipped pronunciation. "Tell me, my hairy friend, was it in the scenario for you to expose your cock for the poor girl?"
"No," Guido admitted. "The idea just came to me on the spur of the moment, but I thought it was rather clever. Completely in Guido-the-idiot-bodyguard character."
"Ha!" Carlyle snorted. "And what about you?" he asked, turning toward Valerie. "Where did that bit about the raw fish come from? Isn't that a bit outlandish? Our dear Jennifer may be naive, but she's not a complete fool."
"Well, she believed it," Valerie defended herself. "It fit right in with the idea she has of you. The sexless, other-worldly film director who pays no attention to the lowly demands of the flesh."
"Anyway, I think the plan for all of us to fuck her hot little cunt silly is going to work," Carlyle said optimistically. "Jennifer obviously believes after my remarks at dinner that brother Larry and his wife Valerie are stealing poor Carlyle blind at the very least. But she's got no proof. So if she doesn't sneak out of her room to listen when she hears loud voices arguing in the middle of the night, I'll ... I'll go out on the ocean and eat raw fish for a month. You've prepared the signal to let us know when she leaves her room?" he said to Guido.
"It's all set," the other man affirmed. "I just hope she doesn't pass out from the drinks before you get started."
"Don't worry about that," Carlyle said confidently. "We'll manage to wake her up if she does. You know how loud Valerie can scream, even with a cock in her mouth."
"Hey," Valerie said, sniffing in the direction of the swarthy bodyguard. "You might give yourself away! You took a shower!"
"I couldn't stand myself any longer." Guido's strong white teeth glinted in the flickering candlelight. "But I'll roll around out in the dirt before I fuck her. Okay?" He waved goodnight to them and slipped silently into the house to take up his vigil in a room down the hall from Jennifer's. His cock was rising in his pants at the thought of it slithering its way deep up inside her fearfully clenching little cunt. Man! If he'd ever been wanting to fuck the living piss out of a girl, this was the one!
Jennifer lay back on the pillow staring blankly at the ceiling above. She had kicked off all the covers, but still, she couldn't sleep. Her head whirled giddily from all the vodka, wine and Grand Marnier she had consumed, and more than anything else in the world, she wished she could just close her eyes and blot out all the events of this whole day ... But her mind wouldn't let her. It kept piecing together and feverishly reexamining all the bits and shreds of information she had accumulated since getting off the plane at the Santa Barbara airport, and each time she reached the same inescapable conclusion ... Carlyle Henderson was in terrible trouble!
But what could she do? She couldn't go to anyone, because she didn't know anyone, and even if she had, they would just laugh at her. And if she just sat there and waited for Carlyle to return, it might be too late. He might never return. His horrible brother Larry, who was swindling all his money, must obviously be planning to kill him sooner or later. Maybe at this very moment. Hadn't Valerie said that she was sure one day Carlyle wouldn't return from the sea? Maybe this was the time. Still struggling with this impossible dilemma, the overwrought young girl was just drifting off into fitful sleep when a shrill, piercing scream jerked her bolt upright in bed. "Noooo! Larreeee!!"
There was a loud crash downstairs, then Jennifer heard the rumble of a deep liquor-slurred voice. Obviously, Larry was quarrelling with Carlyle's wife. Quickly she slipped out of bed and pressed her ear to the door, but she couldn't make out what the drunken man was saying. Lord, maybe this was her chance to get some proof. She grabbed her small camera with supersensitive film that could take pictures in dim light, and then, stealthily, with pounding heart and trembling at her own boldness, she turned the key in her lock and opened the door. It had come up incidentally during dinner that the bodyguard, Guido, had his own room in the basement, so she knew that Valerie and Larry were alone in the upper part of the house. There was no reason why she shouldn't slip downstairs and listen to what they were saying, and perhaps get some incriminating photos of them taking something.
As an afterthought, she returned to the bed and slipped a pink cotton bathrobe over the simple pink nightie she was wearing. If one of them surprised her, she would complain of being thirsty from drinking and ask for some water.
The hall was pitch dark, but as Jennifer crept slowly down the curving Spanish stairs, holding tightly to the wrought iron railing, she saw a bright light coming from the large pleasant book-lined room which Valerie had told her was Carlyle Henderson's study. The door was standing half-ajar, but neither Valerie nor the man she took to be Larry Henderson were visible from where Jennifer stood. She could tell they were still arguing about something, but they had lowered their voices.
Silently, the young photographer, camera in hand, crossed the spacious hall on her bare feet and slid cautiously along the wall until she could peep into the study. The sight that met her eyes made her gasp so loudly that if the awful man sitting there stripped stark naked hadn't started to shout again, she would surely have been discovered.
Forewarned by Guido of Jennifer's descent from her bedroom, Carlyle and Valerie had gone into the next scene of their act. Carlyle was sitting sideways to the door on the edge of a low leather armchair with his muscular legs flung out as far as he could spread them, and his thick erectly thrashing cock protruded obscenely out from the dense mat of his tangled pubic hairs. Valerie, also stripped completely naked, was cowering down on all fours between his legs with make-believe tears in her eyes. One of Carlyle's powerful hands appeared to be tangled brutally in her satiny blonde hair, and he was growling fiercely.
"You're gonna suck it, baby. You're gonna suck my big hard cock, and swallow my hot jizz!" '
"No, Larry," Valerie wailed piteously. "I can't! You know I can't! I've tried, and I just can't!"
"Listen, you bitch!" Carlyle snarled viciously. "In the last eight months I've fleeced that nutty brother of mine out of fifty big ones, for us, and for that I think I deserve a little special reward from his helpful little wife. Now start sucking!"
"Oh, Larry! I'm afraid Carlyle will find out about the money!" Valerie exclaimed tearfully. "I think you should put it back!"
"Don't worry, baby," Carlyle grated irritably with a hidden wink at Valerie. "If that dumb bastard finds out about the money, he'll end up fish food at the bottom of the ocean somewhere. Now stop making excuses and start sucking my cock!"
Jennifer watched in fascinated horror as the sadistic brute cruelly pulled the whimpering young blonde up by the hair until her face was just a fraction of an inch from the huge bulging head of his rigidly twitching cock while with the other hand he pried open her mouth by pressing his thumb tips into her cheek. Slowly, the helpless blonde's lips parted. The light in the study was so bright Jennifer could see every minute detail of the ghastly scene ... every vein and ridge on the long hard shaft of his unbelievably big penis ... even the viscous drop of cum glistening in the little slit at the end.
Finally with a low despairing moan from deep in her throat, Valerie apparently gave up the uneven struggle and opened her mouth wide. Little by little the visibly pulsing tip of the enormous iron-hard cock disappeared between her lewdly ovaled lips as the implacable man pushed her head downward. Jennifer felt an intense wave of sympathy for the helpless older woman who was being forced to perform this revoltingly unnatural cocksucking, but at the same time, she felt a weird unaccustomed tingling in her own pussy below. Unconsciously, she dropped her hand to her cunt hairs and stroked them impatiently through the cloth of her nightie to quell the unwanted sensation. But rubbing her pussy only made the feeling stronger up between her thighs.
She caught her breath as the man in the study lunged upwards and the whole lust-swollen head of his cock popped up into the slavishly sucking blonde's mouth, leaving just the white, heavily veined shaft protruding obscenely outside. God, it's so long, the young brunette thought, comparing it mentally with her ex-fiance Robert's shorter thinner prick. So thick and long! Was the awful man going to try to fuck it all the way down Carlyle's wife's throat? It just wasn't humanly possible.
"I said suck the goddamn thing," the awful man snarled. "Not chew on it."
Then, suddenly, just as she managed to raise her camera for an incriminating shot, Jennifer felt a hard calloused hand being clapped over her mouth and a brawny arm circle her waist, locking her hard against the huge burly body behind her.
Guido!
Jennifer's first terrified impulse was to try to cry out for help, but she realized at once that if she made the slightest sound, the diabolical man in the study would know she had been out there and had heard what he said about the stolen money and Carlyle ending up at the bottom of the ocean. No, to help her beloved Carlyle, she had to keep quiet at all costs!
"You make any noise, I tell the boss you was spyin,'" the swarthy bodyguard breathed in her ear. "He wouldn't like any pictures of him fuckin' Mrs. Henderson in the mouth!"
Jennifer nodded her head to show that she understood and immediately the heavy hand left her mouth, but it didn't travel far. The thick strong fingers stroked with unexpected gentleness the long graceful curve of her neck, then dipped under her nightie and cupped the warm naked mound of her huge left tit, skillfully kneading the soft resilient flesh and rolling the tiny, hardening nipple teasingly back and forth. The petrified young photographer gasped and tried futilely to squirm away as a thousand pinpricks of unwanted cunt-twitching excitement raced through her imprisoned body, but the heavy-set bodyguard held her ass cheeks clamped tightly back against his pelvis with his other powerful arm. She felt his hot breath in her ear, then his thick moist tongue swirled deep into the tiny orifice, sending another surge of erotic sensation through her overcharged tit ends.
God! What was happening to her, Jennifer wondered dazedly. Why was her body responding that way to the crude brutish caresses of this disgusting idiot? But she knew! She knew only too well how treacherous her body could be after she had drunk too much and watched the lewdly cunt-flooding scene of Larry Henderson fucking Carlyle's wife in the mouth. She felt a hardening pressure forcing itself up between the cheeks of her thinly protected ass, and the memory of the thick, lewdly dangling tube of flesh she had glimpsed that afternoon flashed into her mind. She fought down another almost hysterical urge to scream, then, considering the alternatives, she let herself slump limply back against the ape-like creature who was holding her. There was nothing she could do but let him grind his cock into her back there, if she wanted to help Carlyle Henderson and not give herself away.
Actually, in the brightly lit study, Carlyle was having a little trouble with his wife. Valerie was getting carried away by his hard tasty cock fucking in and out of her mouth and was forgetting her role of raped sister-in-law. According to the prearranged scenario, she was supposed to pretend she couldn't swallow more than the very tip of his cock, but Carlyle could tell she was getting so steamed up that she would go down on it all the way to his balls with her lips any minute now. The hot cum in his balls was boiling with the urge to let her suck it all the way down her throat, but he gritted his teeth and kept control of himself.
"Relax, you dumb cunt!" he snarled savagely, hoping to snap her back to her role. He wound his hand more tightly into her long blonde hair, pretending to force her head back and forth in a lewd little sucking motion while in fact he was really holding her back from swallowing his whole goddamn cock!
Jennifer watched Valerie's cheeks hollow and balloon as her mouth slid up and down the wetly glistening shaft and saw how tiny ridges of soft pink flesh were pulled obscenely out from her lips on the upstroke. The captive young magazine photographer wanted to close her eyes and shut out the salacious spectacle, but she couldn't. She watched as if hypnotized while the huge man behind her continued to knead her heavily throbbing tits. From time to time he pinched the hard, berry-like nipples, sending jolts of pleasure-pain lancing through her trembling body. Then suddenly she felt the thick fingers of his other hand burn into the soft tender flesh of her inner thighs. Somehow he had opened her bathrobe and pulled up the hem of her nightie without her even being aware of it.
"Noooo!" she hissed sibilantly, twisting back her face toward his so that she wouldn't be overheard. Instantly, his thick fleshy lips enveloped hers, and his wet, saliva-slickened tongue wormed into the depths of her throat, causing her to shudder with a strange mixture of revulsion and growing excitement. It was as if the very helplessness of her predicament made the flashes of her erotic response to his animal-like teasing of her tits that much more intense.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned deep in his mouth as the tip of one of his fingers found the tight, little slit of her cunt, and gently probed into it, thrusting aside the soft damp pussy hairs lining her pussy lips. Her ass cheeks jerked back against the pulsating hardness of his erect cock when his finger flicked the tiny throbbing tip of her clitty.
Ooooh Lord, Carly! I hope you know what I'm going through for you!
The words glowed briefly in Jennifer's darkening mind, then were submerged under the irresistible wave of pure animal lust that boiled up from her hotly quivering little pussy hole as Guido began to rhythmically flick his fingernail in at the moist slippery nipple of her clitty. Jennifer let her head loll limply back on the swarthy man's shoulder, and of its own volition her nakedly cupped cunt began to slowly grind forward against his pleasure-giving fingers.
"Goddamn it, you mind it with your teeth, you bitch!"
There was a loud smack of hand against flesh, and Jennifer's glazed eyes flew open just in time to see Valerie Henderson falling backwards in the study with her hand to her face. Carlyle's brother in there had obviously slapped her, and now he was standing up, glowering down at her nakedly cringing body as if he wanted to strike her again.
"I didn't bite your cock on purpose, Larry. I swear." Valerie quivered, inching away fearfully from the threatening man. "It's just that you're too big! I can't suck all of it into my throat."
"You did it on purpose!" her attacker accused wrathfully, massaging his still erect and feverishly throbbing cock with one hand. "I've half a mind to go upstairs and see if that little photographer from New World magazine knows how to suck cock. She certainly couldn't be any worse at it than you are."
"Oh no, Larry, Please don't!" Valerie pleaded pitiably. "It will only make things worse. I'm afraid she's already suspicious about our affair!"
"Balls!" the apparently angry man snorted contemptuously. "She'll just love my big hard cock fucking juicily into her mouth."
He laughed boisterously, gulped some brandy from an open bottle on the desk and started for the door, his tall muscular frame swaying unsteadily from side to side as he mumbled drunkenly, "Gonna fuck it all the way down through her throat and hot little belly and cum right out her asshole! That's what I'm gonna do to the hot little cunt's mouth III"