Chapter 17
As Orlando kept grinding his hard cock fervently inside of Joyce's tight mound, he gritted his teeth, anticipating the moment when the juices would spring forth.
While he kept on slashing sharply with his lust-bloated cock, stinging her quivering pussy with it, he reached out and grabbed hold of her firm white breasts. His fingers squeezed them ever so tightly, and as he twisted his sturdy fingers around her distended nipples, he could feel the tugging waves of joyous enthusiasm mounting in his highly electrified balls. His turgid cock kept on ringing a steady tune, gripping ever so solidly as he worked it inside of her moist nest. As his stinging organ flashed forward a few more times, the droplets of his steaming fluid started to pour from the end of his lengthy, excited cock and into her nest.
"Damned, here it goes," he announced proudly.
When Orlando removed his rangy cock from her quivering and painful vagina, which had received such a rousing fuck from him, Don was next in line.
"Okay, you're gonna get a good fuck from me, too," he winked.
To show that he meant business, Don reached down and started to slap at her firm ass cheeks. His sturdy fingers kept digging against them until they burned, and as he kept relentlessly slapping her, he moved his long, bulging cock forward as he let it ever so crisply glide its way inside of her helpless twat.
With burning expectation, he kept on crisply asserting himself, letting his quick, slashing tool work with uninhibited joy as he let it push inside of her mound. The harder that he hammered with his decisive spear, the closer that he moved himself toward the same point that Orlando had ultimately reached. He felt those familiar tugging itches in his lust-coated balls as he kept on fervently ramming his blazing, desire-filled member forward, letting it slam deep inside of her tight orifice.
The harder that he hammered, the greater the flow of exhilaration that he felt throughout his body. He could feel those burning waves of anxiety focused primarily in his scorching nuts as he kept on slamming away, driving his stiff, sturdy pole deep into her mound as he slashed ever forward.
Following a few more decisive stabs, the juices were set to pour profusely from the end of his steaming, razor-sharp organ.
As he hammered hard into her tight inner vaginal walls, he could feel the first few drops of his creamy explosion splashing out of the end of his zealous cock.
His hips wiggled as he watched the frenzied juices shooting out of his stiff, sturdy organ. He kept on hammering and driving with his stinging, ever-slashing joy stick as the juices tumbled forth, filling her vagina.
By then Joyce was overwhelmed with pain. Two men had brutally fucked her in rapid succession, and now the third one was ready to try his hand.
The thick, explosive organ of Harold was in her like a flash. His steady rod kept on working, driving with the same degree of rapid-fire precision as had the stiff, devastating pricks of his two predecessors.
The harder that his rangy shaft pummeled her, the more that she felt like screaming out with pain and telling Harold to halt the process. It was one thing to be fucked, but when you get gang-banged by three men in a row while your hands and legs are tied up, well, that was really too much for her to absorb. But all the same she knew that she couldn't complain. If she did it could cost her her life.
"This is good, damned good," she heard him murmur. "Yes, you're always tight, beautifully tight."
His sensation-laden cock kept on inserting itself into the innermost depths of her twisting cunt, which had been assaulted with such devastation.
A few commanding stabs later, the deluge of juice started to spurt volcanically from the end of his stabbing prick and into her mound. Her head spun dizzily and the tension that she had endured had caused a headache to surface as beautiful Joyce kept on gasping and reeling as the last few droplets of his gushing stream splashed from the end of his stinging cock and into her mound.
After that he removed his cock from her vagina.
"You can untie her now, Don," he said.
Suddenly circulation returned to her hands and legs, even though she had to let the blood sink back into her gradually. It took a few minutes of rest before she was ready to walk wearily back into the house.
They let her sleep in peace during the rest of the afternoon. When early evening arrived, she was awakened with a tap on the shoulder. It was a somber-appearing Orlando standing in front of her. She looked up to see if she could observe a tray, but there was none.
"Isn't it dinner time?" she looked up at him and asked with surprise.
"The boss Mr. Harold wants to see you," Orlando said.
"Well, isn't he coming in?"
"No. He wants to see you in his office."
Taken aback with surprise by Orlando's statement, she none the less rose slowly from the bed. She walked a couple of steps ahead of the sad-eyed Orlando. Joyce wondered just what had caused Orlando to feel so downhearted.
Joyce walked down the hallway to a mahogany door. Orlando opened the door and let her inside of the plush, neatly furnished office. It contained wall-to-wall carpeting and a large television set which rested next to shelves of books.
"Sit down," Harold directed her to the chair across from his own. "I know you've been wondering just what's been going on here. Now I'm gonna finally tell you."
Her heart sank as she sat down in the chair. Joyce wondered just what kind of terrible news would await her.
"I'll tell you what kind of operation this is," Harold said. "I'm a former professor of psychology who was kicked out of the college where he taught because he got involved with the young daughter of the president of the school. She also happened to be a minor. I guess you can see why I got out of the profession after that."
"How could you do such a thing?" Joyce asked, feeling suddenly sorry for this man she detested so much.
"How can I do any of this?" he shrugged. "Maybe I need help. I probably did a long time ago. But I never went about getting it. That was my mistake, I guess, and the unfortunate thing is that I've dragged a lot of other people along, too."
"But where do I fit in? Where does all this fit in?"
He looked at her for several seconds before answering.
"You see, I got in with a gang, a terrible syndicate that is into all kinds of awful things, just as long as they make money," he explained. "It starts off with us checking newspapers. Mainly newspapers from big cities. We check society pages primarily, things like debutantes coming out. You get my point?"
"Yes, I'm a debutante," she gulped.
"Of course you are. You come from a wealthy family. It all starts there. You understand what I'm driving at?"
"You were after me all along. I guess you had people following me and you were just waiting for the right chance."
"That's absolutely correct. In other words, what I really do is run a blackmail operation."
"But who were you going to blackmail? My parents, I guess."
"Right you are."
"You kidnapped me. Wouldn't you really be a kidnapping ring?"
"We're that, too, my dear, but we go beyond that. You see, you were unaware of this, but while you were having sex with everyone, we were taking pictures of you. We have cameras hidden all over this place. We have one hidden in the wall paneling of your room. And our faces are all blacked out whenever we're having sex with you so that nobody could tell who the other party was. Do you follow me now?"
"You have all these terrible pictures of me," she threw her head into her hands and began to sob unrestrainedly.
"That's right, and nobody knows who we are," he said. "The syndicate would eventually contact you. Our dirty work would be over. And naturally the parents do not want their daughters to be subjected to great humiliation so they pay off. We've been able to live in great style, as have the other people in this operation."
"So you've got the goods on me and I guess you're getting ready to collect. I guess that means that at least you won't kill me."
Harold mopped some sweat from his brow, heaved a long sigh, then ever so painfully and slowly began to speak.
"That was what we were intending to do," Harold said, "but then today when I was ramming my cock into you and I saw that look of pain on your face, suddenly I began to hate myself. To hate my guts. To wish I was dead. To hate everything I represented. If it weren't for the fact that I've gone too far and would be killed by the syndicate, I think I'd turn myself in. I feel dreadful. All I know is I've got to start a new life.
"All these people here are part of your team? Even Mary?"
"Mary's been my lover for quite some time," he nodded. "At any rate, you're the one who got me to really thinking. I guess I've had these feelings before about the terrible things I did. But I was always able to keep them in the background. Now there's no more shunting these things aside. No, I've got to get out of it and I've got to get out of it right away. Here's what I've decided to do. I'm breaking up my part of the operation."
"Won't the syndicate kill you?" she asked.
T don't think so. As a matter-of-fact, I've talked to the head man. He said that they can set up another crew right away. So that means that we can be replaced. All of us."
"You're all getting out of it?"
"I'm the leader of this show and everybody looks up to me," he explained. "When I decided I wanted to call it quits, the others decided to do the same thing. At any rate, here's what we're intending to do with you, Joyce. We're gonna blindfold you for our own protection, then immediately put you on a boat with Orlando and Don for Paradise Island. We'll take you ashore, then clear out. We'll find a nice, dark place, but it'll be somewhere near where you can locate a phone. I'm awfully damned sorry I ever got involved in this mess and I'm sure sorry I ever did anything to a nice kid like you."
"You might think I'm sick for saying this, but I actually enjoyed some of the sex," she admitted, her heart palpitating rapidly. "There was something so mysteriously erotic about it. And sometimes it felt the best when it was hurting the most."
"That can happen, but don't turn into a nymphomaniac," he warned. "Believe me, honey, behave yourself. Find somebody you want to get serious about, and that's one thing. But don't just give it away."
"I've heard enough of that from my parents," Joyce said. "I think they went too much in the other direction."
"They were concerned about their little girl and I don't blame them," he managed a weary smile. "At any rate, like I said, I'm sorry, honey, for all that we did to you. By the way, that machine gun just looked like the real thing. It wasn't loaded. It was just a way of protecting ourselves by intimidating you."
"I wondered if you were really thinking of shooting me," she said.
"I don't think I could have shot you if my own life depended on it," he leaned forward and ever so affectionately patted her on top of the head in the manner that a brother would have a younger sister.
Once again beautiful Joyce broke down and sobbed, but this time it was because she felt so sorry for Harold. He seemed like such a decent guy once that he let that particular side of himself manifest.
After the sobbing ended she began to feel relieved. Now she knew exactly what this whole mysterious operation had been about, and she would very shortly be seeing her parents.