Chapter 4
It was an effort to see across the Black Leg Espresso Bar from one side to the other. Not that it was a very large establishment, on the contrary it was a dingy basement converted into the type of dimly lit abode that so many of the young girls and youths like to frequent. The reason that vision was so difficult was the crowd round the small counter and a similar bunch of people round the blaring juke box. Add to these two heaps of humanity the hazy blue smoke of the dozens of cigarettes that were being smoked and to peer across from one side of the Black Leg to the other became more than difficult.
One person who was quite used to the dimly lit place and the smoke was a certain smartly dressed woman who was frequently to be seen at the table in the alcove well away from the door. About thirty five she was not of the age group one would expect to find in a place such as the Black Leg. Despite her advanced years compared with the majority of the others enjoying the pop music the others attractions she was very much with-it as far as loathing was concerned. Her jet black leather jacket, her white slim line short skirt and the black stockings comprised an attire that few of the youngsters could match and indeed Madame Rena, as she was known to them was admired and looked up to by them all.
Few of them knew her real purpose for her nightly visit at that table in the alcove and those that did know kept very quiet about it. Let us follow the adventure of a pretty girl who came to know all about Madame Rena ... such a girl is Sally Blake who worked in an office not so far from the Black Leg basement coffee bar. It was through working so close that led her to visit the bar in the first place. She held a junior typist position in her firm and fearing that she had left an important document on her desk instead of locking it away she went back to the office one evening. After making sure everything in her department was in order she intended to make her way back home again when the sounds of music and laughter from the Black Leg attracted her attention.
Guessing she would find plenty of girls of her own age in the coffee bar she went down the stairs and entered into the hazy smoke filled music blaring atmosphere and after pushing her way to the small bar to get her coffee and a packet of her favorite chocolate biscuits she looked round for a table.
Over in the corner a woman was beckoning to her. The table at which she was seated had one other chair and thankful for somewhere to sit at all Sally edged her way through the youngsters and thanked the woman for bringing this vacant chair to her attention.
The moment Sally had entered through the door Madame Rena had summed the young girl up. Subsequent conversation proved that her first surmises were correct. Sally worked in an office, she was seventeen, she did not come up to this part of the town very often, except for work of course. She came from a very respectable family, she had been carefully and lovingly brought up by her parents and now she was growing into a young woman.
Just the sort of material that Madame Rena liked to have to work with. It was half an hour and two coffees later that Madame Rena prepared to play her first card-the offering of a cigarette to the girl from her dainty gold plated case. At first Sally refused, she did not smoke very often, but when she saw how upset her refusal made her new friend she repented and was soon puffing away with the jerky inhalings of an inexperienced smoker at the very special reefer that this evil woman had given her.
It was not until she had smoked a further two more of these small slender cigarettes that Sally got her first intuition that she was smoking something other than a normal cigarette. A warm pleasant feeling was making her feel on top of the world. On the invitation of the woman she moved her chair round into alcove close beside her, partly hidden now from the rest of the room Madame Rena slipped her arm round the shoulders of her latest victim and Sally was surprised but not displeased when this woman started to kiss her hair and then her cheek.
The pretty seventeen year old girl had never before had a woman touch her in this way. The way the warm tongue licked her cheek and gave ample suggestion of what a thrill it would give if it could be placed on her mouth, made her feel excited.
She had finished her third reefer and was asking Madame Rena for another. The woman rose to her feet, smiling at the expression of dismay on Sally's pretty face and said:
"I must go now, dear. If you want to you can come with me; that is if you want another nice cigarette that makes you feel happy."
Sally was already on her feet: "Where are you going?" she asked, "and can I really come with you? I don't want to stay here on my own."
Madame Rena took the slim arm of her companion and made tracks across towards the door.
"I am going back to my flat, dear. I have some even better cigarettes there," and she squeezed Sally's arm suggestively and in a lower tone went on, "very special smokes, dear, that will make you feel very naughty!"
Madame Rena lived not ten minutes away from the basement of the Black Leg and arm in arm with her conquest she hurried along until they came to the drab row of terraced houses in a road that already had many of the houses empty and neglected and obviously due for demolition.
If Sally was surprised that her smartly dressed and nicely spoken friend lived in a district like this she was even more taken aback when as soon as they had entered the front door a small skinny old man appeared in the passage to greet them.
"This is Wi Lang, dear," Madame Rena introduced the grinning little man to the startled girl. Now that he was close to her Sally saw that he was an Oriental and she trembled slightly at the leering expression on his yellow skinned wrinkled face.
When he shook her hand he had not released his grip and with his right hand still holding hers, his left arm slid around her waist and he was leading her through into a room at the rear of the house. Madame Rena followed them into a nicely furnished lounge and closed the door. Sally felt at once the humid atmosphere of this room and as the heat began to effect her she experienced again that happy sensation she had had when smoking the cigarettes in the Black Leg.
Madame Rena whispered something into the old man's ear. Sally saw him smile and turning to her again, he murmured:
"So pretty little girlie wants to be made to feel naughty, eh?"
With his arm still around her slim waist he took her across to an elaborate sideboard. On this an oval glass container stood on a small metal platform under which three squat gas burners were alight and keeping the contents of the container on the boil. When he had the girl standing as close to the sideboard as possible he lifted the lid of the container and at once a trail of greenish vapor rose from the bubbling contents.
He suddenly changed his grip on the girl. His arm that had been round her waist moved upwards. His long fingered hand gripping the nape of her neck and making her bend forward with her flushed face directly over the open top of the glass bowl.
She found herself inhaling the sweetly pleasant outdoor from the fumes. Madame Rena had moved across and was close beside the girl. "Take nice deep breaths dear," Sally heard the woman telling her, "this is one of Wi Lang's special treats for little girls like you who want to be made naughty."
For some minutes Sally was held with her face over the burbling hot substance that gave off these strange fumes. She was feeling even more strangely excited and happy than she had done after her third cigarette that Madame Rena had given her. At last she was allowed to straighten up. At once Madame Rena took the girl in her arms. This time her mouth pressed full over Sally's open lips. No gentle kissing on the cheek or on her hair this time. The agile wet tongue tip was between Sally's teeth, agitating her own tongue and sending wave after wave of a new sensual pleasure through her young body.
Sally liked the feeling of being embraced by this older woman. She enjoyed the thrill of being kissed like this even if it were by one of her own sex. But suddenly she went taut. The old oriental gentleman was not being idle. She felt his hands fondling her buttocks through her skirt, of course, but nevertheless the way he rubbed and squeezed her pert bottom cheeks made her tremble and become troubled as to whether she should break away and try to stop him, or should she allow herself to enjoy this feeling that the kissing and the lewd touching was giving her?
When she was propelled across the room towards a low oblong shaped divan it was as though she were treading on a cloud. Her feet and legs felt light as air. She hardly realized Madame Rena had released her from her embrace and it was the grinning old yellow skinned man who was now bearing her down on that invitingly soft divan and as she sank down on to it on her back it was his evil slant eyed face that was now close to hers. His thin lipped warm mouth was on her mouth, the old Oriental was kissing her just as avidly as Madame Rena had done!
His mouth was hot, terribly hot, she had never known she could experience such a strange heat in her mouth from a kiss. Her tongue was just as active as the long wet tongue of her new friend, indeed their tongues entwined and lapped at one another in a way the young girl had never done to anyone before. She felt the very warm hand of the old fellow groping at her knee, after feeling round the nylon covered fullness of her knees. The hand had slid with palm against her stocking slowly up under her skirt. Sally was dimly aware that if she looked above his shoulder she could make out the grinning face of Madame Rena looking down at her.
Now the old man was running his hand up and down her legs quite freely and blatantly. She felt so wonderfully enthralled when she felt his hot hand touching her bare flesh above the tops of her nylons. And then, although she did not realize it at the time, the effects of that evil drug she had inhaled from the glass container began to make itself felt. The young lady began to push her body up against the slim skinny body of the Oriental. An urge she could not control and indeed had lost the will power to even want to control, made her try and press herself as hard as she could to him. Madame Rena smiled with satisfaction as she listened to the heavy breathing of the pretty girl and saw the way the face was flushed and slightly strained. She knew that no normal healthy young girl could fail to respond to that far eastern concoction that Wi Wang brought to the boil before letting his victims have the pleasure of inhaling the fumes.
Madame Rosa knew now that within that lovely young body of the girl was an unadulterated passionate lust that was crying out for gratification. She watched the skinny body of the old man lean slightly to one side. She saw his hand wrenching open his flies, his long thick bone hard prick reared out from his trousers and flipping the girl's skirt well up above her waist he leaned across her body and allowed his throbbing shaft to lay against her heavy curved belly.
Although the flimsy material of her panties separated her flesh from the flesh of his penis, Sally was well aware of the heat and the throbbing strength of this man's tool. He resumed his fondling up and down her thighs and the watching Madame Rena saw the slim arms of the girl glide up round the skinny shoulders of the man half on top of her.
Madame Rena leant down nearer to Sally's face. In a low coaxing tone she murmured: "Open your legs dear, you are feeling very naughty now, aren't you dear ... open your legs, that's right, wider ... open them wider."
The old man placed his forearms on either side of the girl's head and took his weight slightly off her body. As he leaned off the girl Madame Rena slipped her hands down to Sally's blouse and quickly had the buttons undone and the blouse open. It was but a second's work to ease the lovely white globes of girlish flesh out of the protecting bra cups and at once the old Oriental bent his face down to take each nipple in turn into his mouth and giving it a good sucking until it was stiff and firm.
Wi Lang nodded his head towards a drawer in a small table near the divan. Madame Rena knew what he wanted. Going to the table she produced a small oblong box from the drawer. Opening it she took out a silver hypodermic syringe. The glass tube was already loaded and pulling back the plunger she handed it to the grinning little Oriental.
Sally watched spellbound. She saw him dab a piece of moist cotton wool that Madame Rena had given to him over a small area of her thigh just above her nylon top. Before she could even attempt to stop him he had carefully driven the needle of the syringe into her flesh and with a chuckle that sent a chill through her he pushed the plunger down with his thumb and after a moment withdrew the needle.
Her thigh felt cold and her flesh went tight but after a moment or so the coldness went and she felt hot and flushed all over. She was unable to control the writhing jerking of her loins. She heard the old man say: "Get her panties down, she's nearly on the boil!"
Then the eager hands of Madame Rena were up under her skirt, her panties were dragged from her. Sally felt faint and yet strangely alive and excited, hot and cold shivers raced through her and now when the old man took her hands and pulled them towards his genitals she found herself holding his great dong and cradling his heavily dangling balls in her hands.
Meanwhile Madame Rena had handed to the little Oriental a pair of tiny silver plated tweezers. These he used to grip the bud of Sally's enlarged clitoris and frig it gently up and down'. This was a part of their victim's debauchment that Madame Rena always enjoyed to the full. She leant over to get a close view of the girl's sexual bud being so artificial stimulated. Like so many young girls who had been brought to this room before her Sally's sexual centre had to respond. The stem began to swell, to become inflamed and to throb and the silvery tweezers never released their grip for a second. The wrist of the grinning Oriental never stopped its steady jerking as the writhing and the lust filled sobbing of their sweet victim increased until Wi Lang and Madame Rena knew the girl must be on the brink of her orgasm.
For a brief moment the tweezer grip released but it was only to give Wi Lang the opportunity to regrip the enlarged bud further down nearer the base so that he could give the little crimson stem a fiercer frigging. They saw the young girl clamp her lovely thighs to his arm, imprisoning his wrist but not stopping the movement of the jerking tweezer frig.
In a moment the girl heaved wildly upwards. Her loins twisting this way and that, her buttocks rising and falling as the silver tweezers brought her off. The thick fluid oozed from her abused cunt and made the tweezers and the fingers that gripped them damp and sticky from her come juice. When eventually the climax died down Sally slumped back, breathing heavily, her face scarlet and her lovely legs very wide apart now.
Madame Rena looked down into the hotly flushed face:
"That was being a very naughty girl wasn't it, Sally dear?" she chuckled, "very naughty indeed, letting a man take all your come from you like that. Now you want some nice come put back into you, don't you? Some nice thick man-come ... some lovely hot spunk darling, that's what you want in your hot little cunt now don't you, Sally dear?"
Such obscene suggestions and talk would have horrified the girl at any other time ... but what with the reefers, the drug from the boiling container and finally the very powerful sexual stimulant that had been injected into her thigh, followed by this artificial frigging had made the girl absolutely cock happy.
Sally waited for the old man to climb over on top of her. Her legs remained open as a clear invitation to him as he guided his swollen cock head to her moist sticky grotto. He pushed gently, testing to see just how right she was and if she was a virgin.
He gave a whoop of glee on discovering that she was. Slowly but surely he now eased his great weighty prick into the love tunnel, forcing the delicate moist membranes to give into the force of the penetration and making the randy girl gasp with the sudden realization of what it is like to have a man for the first time.
Wi Lang was a past master at breaking in young girls like Sally and Madame Rena knew that he would not hurry the procedure. She saw him relax and get his strength back when he had sunk about three inches into their little virgin.
She saw the girl turning her hotly flushed face from side to side, the white fists of the girl clenched and unclenched and her young body writhed and tossed. She bent her face down to Sally's and in that soft coaxing tone murmured:
"We are going to make you love prick, Sally dear, we are going to show you that cock is what pretty girls like you were made for. Wi Lang may not be very big but he has a wonderfully large and strong cock for girls like you."
The grinning Oriental got his hands under Sally's bottom now and took a strong grip on the loose flesh of that charming arse. Madame Rena knew this was a sign that Sally was about to really have his length thrust into her. She saw the skinny arms draw the lovely girl up towards him as he thrust his stomach out at her belly. She saw him hold his breath and then give a sudden fierce lunge pushing his loins to the girl while he pulled her to him. Sally gave a stifled scream-her virginity was no more!
The excited Madame Rena watched the expression of pain fly across the features of the young girl. She knew just when the hymen was broken, the look of anguish told her that. The skinny arms of the Oriental were pulling the writhing girl harder up towards him, impaling her on his thick cock and sinking deeper into her with every passing second. When but an inch remained to be accepted by the stretched outer cunt lips he slowly withdrew, letting Madame Rena bend down and get a close up view of his blood stained shaft before he sank into the wriggling softness of the young girl's cunt once more.
The heavily beringed fingers of the woman patted Sally's face: "There ... there, my sweet," she muttered, "I told you I would make you want to be a very naughty girl, didn't I? Well you are being a naughty girl now and you are enjoying it too. The pain will soon go, dear and then it will be all pleasure for you. The sort of pleasure that naughty girls need and get."
The body of the old man was rocking gently to and fro on Sally, letting her belly take all his weight now and letting all his cock sink from view into her minge every time he trust and arched his loins up to her open gash.
As soon as he felt her cunt muscles accepting this new intruder he began to move faster and with more purpose. As his prick slid more easily to and fro he increased his jerkings to the more normal speed of the act of copulation.
Both Wi Lang and Madame Rena knew the well stimulated girl would have to respond, it was but a matter of time.
There! She was responding ... Sally was rocking and jerking in tempo with the old man, her lovely nylon sheathed legs jerked, her knees rose and across his back her calves crossed, her trim ankles locked together to make the rooting Oriental a welcome prisoner between her thighs.
The buttocks of the girl were just as much an active part of the act as were the hard thrusting and rearing backside and thighs of her ravisher. Little moans and gasps of pleasure escaped from her lips as she clasped the elderly yellow man to her and locked her legs even tighter about his back. The Oriental had now discarded all restraint, hard and furiously he fucked away at the young girl who desired and needed the gratification that only his bone hard cock was able to give her.
A long drawn out series of gasps accompanied by her furiously bucking loins and jerking belly told the watching Madame Rena that her newest girlie to her game of lust was having her second come since she had been brought back to this flat of ill repute. The old man enjoyed the sensation of having his red hot aching cock bathed in this pretty girl's come juice and when Madame Rena slipped a hand down between his thighs to fondle his testicles and found how hard and taughtly drawn was the skin that formed their sac she knew that the old man must soon be going to give the girl his own sexual offering.
Madame Rena squeezed his hard nuts and rolled them with her fingers, making the Oriental increase his movements almost to the speed of frenzy, then she leaned across his heaving back, letting her own weight fall on him and in so doing further squash the girl beneath him. This was to ensure his cock went to the deepest depths into Sally's cunt when it began to spend and now with furious heaving motions the old fellow began to let his hot thick seed ejaculate.
Sally felt lunge after lunge, spurt after spurt of hot wetness being jetted deep into her belly. She answered with further comings of her own and was sorry despite the great weight compressing down on her when Madame Rena pulled herself up and then heaved the heavily breathing old yellow man off the panting girl's belly.
Sally pulled herself to a sitting position on the divan. She felt sore and yet wonderfully elated. She looked across the room in surprise when the door opened and in came another Oriental slant-eyed man, just as elderly as the one laying panting beside her and with just as evil and ugly a face and with an expression on it that told Sally that he was after her just as his fellow Oriental had been.
He shuffled rather than walked across to the divan, flipping out his cock from his open flies as he got nearer to her. The long penis was nowhere near erect or hard and leaning across the divan to slip her arm about Sally's back Madame Rena murmured:
"See if you can make that dick nice and hard and long like the one that has just given you so much pleasure, dear."
The grinning man was right in front of Sally now, arching his stomach out towards her so that his limp penis invited the attention of her soft hands. She found she could easily draw back the loose foreskin from the slowly swelling knob and enjoyed her first experience of making a limp penis stiff. Slowly and surely the dong began to grow thicker and to rear upwards instead of staying limpish and hanging downwards. Both Madame Rena and Wi Lang enjoyed watching this pretty girl bringing the yellow man to his stand.
"Lay back now, dear, I think you have made it stiff enough dear," Madame Rena laughed as she pulled Sally down on her back. The young lady willingly opened her legs and waited for the Oriental to climb on the divan with her. As if completely experienced and well used to the act of coition Sally held out her arms ready to embrace the old man as he sank on top of her, his thick prick being guided to her cunt by the agile hands of Madame Rena.
Before letting the knob touch the, pinky wet cuntlips Madame gave the shaft several hard rubs to make the whole affair as hard as rock. This second tool was now larger and firmer than Wi Lang's had been and was just what Madame Rena wanted for the second fucking of her latest victim. This new prick head was immense now and she used one hand to prise apart as wide as she could the warm stickily lips of Sally's minge so that when the old fellow jutted forward his knob found the way into the right tunnel of soft flesh. The randy young lady moaned with joy as at least three inches of this latest stalky cock sank into her.
The man looked sideways up at Madame Rena:
"Can I finish in her?" he asked, hardly believing his good fortune at having such a dainty pretty piece for food for his great cock.
"Certainly you can, you deserve to for giving her the pleasure she wants," answered the smiling Madame Rena as she looked down into the girl's pretty face. She lay with her eyes closed, her mouth gasping open and shut and from time to time her head tossed this way and that as the great dimensions of this new penis became apparent to her tight hole.
Unable to resist the temptation Madame Rena leant down and put her mouth to the girl's lips, kissing the panting child with a French type penetrating tongue kiss and making the girl even more randy and anxious for her seduction to continue.
The fucking that followed was even more satisfying than her previous bout with Wi Lang and now that the pretty girl was well broken in it remained but a formality for Madame Rena to pay visit to a certain Claud Lake whom she knew would pay well for the pleasure of a young girl's body.
Strange that within days of having his nephew deliver the pretty Peggy to him the old lecher should have further offers of lovely feminine bodies for his prick from Madame Rena, whom he had dealt with for many years and also another offer from his nephew.