Chapter 6

Nick's arm went around Dana and he pulled her close. "What's the matter," he asked softly. "You cold?"

She nodded. She was cold, cold as death. Something had died, the Dana who had left the convent school this morning. And some kind of a terrible monster had taken her place, a monster she couldn't control or reason with.

He hugged her and tried to warm her. "Why the tears? Better not let Evan see them. He may not like the overacting. He's a sensitive bastard even though he acts hard."

She forced herself to look at the man in whose arms she lay. "I'm not an actress."

He laughed. "I know, but all party girls act to a big degree. It's part of the game." His hands were coursing over her body in long, investigating strokes. He searched out her tits, bringing the nipples to bloom again between his thumb and forefinger. He discovered the recently charted territory between her legs, wet now as Evan's semen began to seep from her. He played in the lapping waves of her vulva.

"I'm not a party girl either. Really I'm not. Oh, please believe me. Why can't I get anyone to listen?"

He drew his head back and peered at her. "You sound serious." His fingers idled at their play.

"Oh, I am! Please listen."

He shrugged. "Okay, shoot."

Quickly she recounted the details of how she had gotten to the house, met a man downstairs and been lured to the side room. On making her escape, she met him, and later escaping again, wound up in this room.

"So you see, it's all a mistake. I only want to phone for help. My car...." The sobs filled her throat and choked off her words.

Nick looked at her intently. Then he whistled softly. "Good lord! You're serious."

She nodded mutely.

He sat up quickly and dropped the cover over her naked body. He was stunned! Everyone had assumed she was the special entertainment for the party! One of Evan's pals always brought a girl who would stay the night and play Evan's games endlessly. They all knew that Evan paid the girl handsomely afterward for submitting to his strange games, and they'd never known him to hurt anyone. He was just a bit strange when it came to his sex play. He liked way out things, experimental positions, and tying women up.

Nick glanced at the weeping kid on the bed. A mistake. It could be a costly one! When this little dish discovered the amount of money Evan Roeden had, she could blackmail him for a cool million. Her innocent act didn't fool him. Once she thought over the night in retrospect, she'd cash in on it!

He got up quickly and crossed to the bathroom. He went in and shut the door behind him. Evan was just stepping from the shower, his slightly paunchy body glistening wetly.

"Naughty, naughty," Evan chided. "You know we don't play boy games!"

"Be serious a minute, Ev. I want to talk to you."

"About what?"

He jerked his head toward the closed door. "Her. I think we pulled a boo-boo."

Evan laughed. "I don't! She's the hottest trick that ever hit a mattress! I'm renewed now and ready for more. I want to sink into her ass-hole and taste it! My god, her cunt is so tight, her ass-hole will kill me." He looked thoughtful. "I think I'll tie her over the back of the lounge for it!" His eyes gleamed.

"Evan, listen. I was just talking to her. I tell you in we made a mistake. She swears she rang the doorbell 'cause this was the only light she could see. Her car broke down a couple of miles down the road."

Evan glared at him. "She's just putting on an act." He looked mad. "Who let her in?"

"I think it was Orville. Sounds like him from her description. Besides. I heard someone say Orv had taken a girl into the den downstairs. I saw her come out alone a few minutes later. Naturally I figured she'd come with him. Then when I saw her up here on your bed...."

"How the hell did she get up here if she isn't girl we expected?"

Nick chewed his lip. "She says she was scared when Terry did that dance. We were all so busy watching Terry and getting a piece of the action that no one spotted her run up the stairs. She got sick and lay down to rest." He shrugged. "That's her story anyhow."

Evan grabbed his arm and forced him to look up. "You believe her?"

"Yeah, I guess I do."

"But she acted like, a pro on that goddamn bed. I've never been fucked so good in my life!"

Nick shrugged again. "I know, but she's plenty scared now. When she has a chance to think, she may mean trouble."

"Trouble?"

"Yeah, maybe big trouble."

Evan looked frightened.. "What will we do?" His voice was a hoarse whisper of fright.

"We can't just turn her loose. Let me think."

Evan paced the small floor with a worried frown. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before. He didn't like trouble. That's why he lived way out away from people like this. When he wanted to have a party, he wanted to be uninterrupted. He selected his guests with care, and they respected his wish for privacy. He made sure it was worth their while. Now, this fiasco. What would he do? He looked at Nick.

Nick snapped his fingers. "I have an idea. Look, go out there and tell her you believe her story, that we do, and we're sorry about what happened. Try to find out as much as you can about her. I'll go check on the car."

"What good will that do?" Evan demanded.

Nick said, "If we can stall a little while, I think I can fix it so we won't have to worry about our little lost girl."

"What are you going to do?"

"There's no time to explain now. Just get out there and try to patch things up with her. Make her feel good, play up how sexy she is and you just couldn't resist. I think she'll gobble up that line. I suspect she really was a virgin when she walked in here tonight."

"No?" Evan was ecstatic. He licked his lips and almost clapped his hands.

"Get out there," Nick said with a grin. He stepped into the shower quickly as the other man left and got cleaned up. By the time he reentered the bedroom a few minutes later, Evan was sitting next to the girl talking softly to her. He had not untied her, Nick noticed as he dressed quickly and left.

"You see, my dear," Evan said to Dana, "I get very lonely living way out here in the country. So I give parties for my friends and their friends. When I saw you lying here on my bed, I naturally thought you were one of the friends people bring. And you were so lovely, so delightfully simple and honest lying there asleep that way, I couldn't resist wanting you."

He lay his hand on her nude shoulder that pecked out from under the cover. The touch of her warm skin excited him again.

"You are so very lovely." He let his hand move slowly down the white flesh until it found the mound of her breast. Very gently he massaged the fullness in his hand. He felt a new wakening in his loins as his sex organs began to respond to the delightful flesh. He wanted her again. His mind and body had already geared themselves to having her for the night, and he was not willing to change plans now, no matter what Nick said. And, after all, wasn't the damage already done? If she was the wrong girl, trouble was already on his doorstep. It couldn't get any worse. He might even improve the situation if he got her excited enough to want to stay!

The idea excited him, and he began to fondle the breast eagerly. He felt for the sunken nipple in its bed of rippled skin and began to coax it out. Yes, she was getting excited. And look there, she was already looking at his cock! She couldn't keep her eyes off it as it began to surge upward from its resting place. By the time Nick got back, she would have forgotten she was ever going anywhere!

He threw back the cover and inspected the full length of her beautiful body. He smiled at her. "I'm going to untie your feet, my dear. You must be tired of lying in one position so long." He moved to the foot of the bed and began undoing the cords, once again freeing them from the bedposts without loosening her ankles.

Dana watched him with relief. Some of the horror had passed since she'd gotten the other one, Nick, to listen. They did believe her! She wasn't sure what would happen next, but at least she had gotten them to listen. She wondered where Nick had gone but was afraid to ask. She watched Evan cautiously. She was filled with a strange mixture of hope and revulsion. There was something odd about this man, something she did not understand.

"There," he said with a smile. He reached for her hands. "Up you come." He pulled her to a sitting position. Gratefully, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and felt the blood rush to them.

"Come on, can you walk?" He lifted her to her feet with his arm around her waist, the hand touching the breast above it.

She was unsteady for a second, but then nodded gratefully. He walked her slowly across the room, letting the gold cord drag behind her like a leash. He took her to the bathroom.

"Let's get you cleaned up," he said matter-of-factly.

To her surprise, he did not leave her in the room by herself. Instead, he went with her, never letting go of her. He eased her onto a small vanity bench. "Sit while I get things ready."

He moved to a closet and began rummaging in it. Dana felt a flutter of panic again. What was he doing? Why didn't he leave her? The panic swelled when he turned back to her with a large rubber syringe in his hand. He smiled.

"After all that fun, you really need a douche."

The word struck a faint note in her memory. She'd read about it somewhere. Even without recalling where, she knew it had something to do with her sex organs. He was going to wash her out! The panic exploded and ran through her, oozing into every pore.

He seemed not to notice. Very calmly he began preparing a pitcher of water into which he poured some blue liquid from a bottle. He stirred the mixture, then inserted the syringe and filled it. He turned to her again, and she watched with fear-filled eyes.

"Stand up," he said firmly. She did and he suddenly noticed the ropes still dangling from her wrists and ankles. "Oh, we don't want to get them wet." He set down the syringe and bent to untie them. His bare shoulder touched Dana's leg and she trembled. The ropes undone, he stood and led her into the large shower stall. "Just lean back against the wall, my dear, and I'll take care of you."

"Oh, please, I-"

"Nonsense, it's no trouble at all. I love doing it." His eyes glittered and he looked eager. He backed her to the wall.

"Spread your legs and just relax," he instructed.

Helplessly, she complied. He knelt before her and touched her pubic hair gently, then harder as he probed in it for the swollen curtains of her vulva. They were coated with white foam and the juices his cock had spurted into her. They looked lovely. It was a shame to wash off all that lovely stuff, but it would make it that much more fun to lather her again. He pried into the hair with his finger.

Dana collapsed against the wall. Her body's betrayal was complete. As soon as he touched her vagina, it began to squeeze out new secretions and build new desire. She wanted to run from him, but her sex organs wanted to stay for their fulfillment. They had learned their new lesson too well, and they would not stop. His finger moved up into the slit and wiggled in the hole. Her breath caught.

"That's the spot," he said to no one in particular. With his finger still holding the place, he brought up the syringe with his other hand and inserted it into her vagina. For a moment, the two intruders pulled her in opposite directions, exciting and firing her need. He finally seemed satisfied and plunged the syringe nozzle deep inside her. It was cold and startling, and it sent chills through her.

"Ahhh," Evan exclaimed.

Before she realized what he was doing, the warm douche spurted up into her vagina. She gasped. It was almost like the experience on the bed. The hot liquid washing over her organs made them tense with excitement, then firm with desire. She felt the warm liquid ooze from her slowly and pour out where his finger still held her open. She looked down and saw him watch it drain down her legs with glee. Beyond his hands and face, she saw his erect cock jutting forth. And, horribly, she found herself wanting it. She wanted it to finish what the douche had started. She wanted it to quench the new fire inside her.

He turned from her now, extracting the instrument and his hand at the same time and moving across the floor to the huge, sunken tub that lay diagonally in the corner of the room. He turned on the taps. Dazed, she watched the water fill the yellow tub until it was to his liking. Then he turned off the taps and got up. He reached out to her and she moved forward to meet him.

"Get in," he said gently.

She did his bidding, hypnotized by the promise of what was to come. She had stopped thinking, trying to understand. She lowered her body into the warm water. Evan climbed in beside her and sat next to her in the wide pool. He reached for a cloth and the large bar of soap. Quite gently, he lathered her body. He spent a lot of time soaping her jutting tits, making sure the lather went under them into the tiny crevices caused by their size and weight. He lifted each one and covered it with white foam. When they were completely hidden under the lather, he used his fingertip to poke a hole in each peak to expose the ruby red nipple. He smiled, pleased with his work.

"You are truly lovely, Dana. You have a marvelous body. But I suppose many men have told you that before." He looked at her.

She shook her head. Her voice was low. "No, never. "

He looked surprised. "They should have. A beautiful body is like an object of art, it should be seen and admired by many."

"I...." Words failed her.

With deliberate motions, he began wiping the suds from her tits. He let the water squeeze from the cloth and pour over each in turn, floating a the foam and leaving the breasts glistening wet and sparkling. He rubbed the soft cloth over each mound with gentle scrubbing motions, once more making sure each nipple was swollen and at full attention.

He murmured soft words of delight all the time he worked. When he was satisfied with his progress, he slid downward in the tub and pushed himself around until he was between her legs facing her.

Then he worked on the rest of her body. With the cloth and his hands, he soaped the area between her legs under the water. He scoured the heavy folds of erotic flesh, pinching it between his fingers under the wash rag. Once again, she felt shivers race from his fingers through her body. The warm water and the slippery, sliding suds gave an illusion of the sex act, and she found herself panting lightly.

He looked at her and said, "You have a gorgeous pussy, do you know that?"

Slowly, she shook her head. "I never heard it called that before."

He laughed. "Have you ever had a man before tonight? Ever been fucked?"

She shook her head again, somehow feeling ashamed at the admission.

His smile was very big now. "That's wonderful! But how could you ever get this far without it? With a body like yours men should have been after you for years!"

All the time he spoke, his hands were busy at her vagina. He had discarded the wash cloth now, and used his fingers and the bar of soap to scrub between the folds and lips. Each stroke moved him deeper into her body cavity, between the pulsating portals of passion, scoring high into her vagina. The soap stung at first, but in a matter of moments her natural sex juices had begun to flow and dilute the sting. She was panting harder now and it was difficult to talk.

"I lived at a convent school."

"Oh." That explained a lot, but he knew he was glad of her extremely sheltered background. It was delightful to teach her to fornicate, to have her so ready and eager under his tutelage. He speared his hand and the soap into her. "like it?"

She couldn't admit it, but she couldn't deny it either. Her eyes gave her secret away, and she knew he saw it.

The hand went into her again. "It's a wonderful hole, so soft, so warm. It was meant for fucking."

She blushed.

"Have you ever heard that word before?"

"No."

"But you like to do it, to fuck." He wanted to hear her say the word, to savor its lovely meaning as her tongue rolled it off. But she was silent and looked tense. He prodded his fingers into the sudsy cunt. "You like it, don't you?" he demanded.

She was frightened at his tone. He was so unpredictable, gentle one moment and crude the next. "Yes," she whispered.

He laughed. "Ask me to do it then. Ask me to fuck your cunt."

She stared at him.

"Ask me!" he demanded petulantly.

"Please fuck my cunt." This time the words were barely audible as she got them from her unwilling tongue.

He smiled. "That's better." He looked happy again. He raised his knees and jockeyed his body close to hers. "Put your legs up," he instructed.

As soon as she did, he aimed his submerged prick toward the open wound of her vagina. He flicked it across the pulsating folds several times, then stabbed it in. It entered with a rush of warm, sudsy water. He quickly moved his legs over hers and wrapped them around her hips, hugging her body close to him and forcing the penetration to completion. It was like a javelin spearing into her body. The strange angle of their bodies made the heavy dagger of flesh hit the back wall of her vagina and pull unmercifully at the muscle. The strange inner opening she had felt before gave under the pressure and the tip of his penis entered the newly opened door.

The room spun around her in dizzy flight. Her vision blurred as the sheer intoxication of joy filled her. "Oooh!" Her cry was an agonized flutter of surprised passion and need.

"I'm way up inside now! I can feel that spot! God you've got a hot cunt! How it squeezes me!" He jabbed into her again by pulling her slippery body with his legs. One hand grabbed a bobbing breast and mashed it violently as he jolted his hips to her in spasms of hot desire. "Go, baby, go. Let it come, let it come!" he urged her.

And she did. This time she recognized the steps of the orgasm. First came the tension of pleasure and the building need. The tension grew to painful tightness as her body readied for its thrust of climax. And finally, the soul shaking moment of the breaking loose, when everything seemed to give at once, pouring out love juice, flooding her insides, quenching the flames his prick created. She shook in his embrace, savoring the wonder of the repeated joy, the tingles of delight that filled her. Suddenly she realized she had not felt any explosion from his organ. She had been so wrapped up in her own pleasure, she had not even cared.

"Wow, you sure learned how to come good! " He stroked into her throbbing vagina a few more times, then extracted his still full cock. She looked at it in surprise. "I'm saving it. I have a surprise for you."

Then he quickly rewashed her cunt and rinsed away the soap. He helped her from the tub and she stood on the thick fur mat while he dried her carefully with a huge towel. Everything he did was designed to keep her in a state of excitement. She accepted the towel when he was done and did what she knew he wanted next. She dried his shoulders first, then his rolled belly. She went to her knees and took his jutting cock in the soft terry cloth and dried it carefully. The engorged penis was only a breath away from her face, and she was mesmerized by its beauty. She dried the shiny head and, as fast as she did, it seeped new wetness of its own to glisten across the velvet skin. She forced the foreskin back and took special care with the veined skin under it. With the skin pulled back this way, his penis looked like a mushroom on a fat stalk. It looked like a temping morsel of candy before a hungry child. It looked ... She opened her mouth and moved to it, kissing the tip, licking the pre-seminal fluid, sinking the delicious hard flesh into her warm, waiting oral cavity.

Above her, Evan smiled. He watched her taste and kiss his prick. No matter what Nick said or thought, he knew he had her. She couldn't resist the sex she had learned and earned. She wanted him, and she wanted to play his games. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the hot licking tongue on his cock.

He could have shot off right in her mouth, but he held it back again. He still had his surprise. He took her head between his hands and pulled her away. "Come on." He lifted her to her feet. Dropping the towels and all pretense, they walked back to the bedroom. He stopped her at the big, gold chair. "Lay over the arm with your head on the cushion."

She stared at him.

"Go ahead, on your belly."

She did. He knelt behind her and kissed the high mounds of her buttocks.

"You have the most beautiful ass I've ever seen." He meant it, too. The creamy white skin was like a snowdrift untouched by winter thaw. He ran his hands along the high, round curves and separated the spheres so he could inspect the tight, puckered anal muscle. He got to his feet, knees bent and touched the end of his cock to it.

Dana gasped with fright and pain. What was he trying to do?

"Relax, baby, just relax."

"Oh, please-"

"I'll go slow, it'll be okay. just relax!" He sounded angry at her, and Dana choked off the sob that spilled out of her throat.

She felt the hot, wet tip touch and press again at the spot. He leaned his weight forward and she stifled a cry of pain. She opened her mouth and took huge deep breaths, remembering the time when she had dislocated her shoulder and the nurse had instructed her to breathe that way to reduce the pain while the doctor pulled the arm back into place. But this was worse, there would be no quick ending to the torture. The man was mad. He planned to enter her rectum in his unholy way! And she could do nothing but wait.

She breathed heavily. Suddenly she realized that the muscle had given way to his steady pressure. She could feel the bulbous head of his sex organ inside her anus. It was huge, distending her rectum to accommodate its bulk. And now, as he paused in the plunge, she felt his juice wet the hot, dry tunnel. And the pain vanished to be replaced by growing desire. Somehow, his forced entry in her rectum had triggered her sexual response. She didn't understand it. It was impossible, but it was happening. She felt her belly tighten in anticipation.

Evan let his fluid wet the passage ahead of his cock. Slowly, he forced himself deeper into the hot hole of her ass. It was everything he'd known it would be. Hot, tight, pulling. He moved back and forth in the now lubricated spot.

"Jeez, that's a fuck! I'm going to shoot off in your ass-hole, baby! You're going to get everything in me! Oooh boy!"

He jabbed, and the pain was immediately masked by the burst of flame inside her. She wanted it! She had to have it! The mouth that had opened to cry out against the stabbing wound begged for release instead.

His semen shot into her, spread all over his plunging organ, lathering them both to white heat. He jammed the cock deep into her, letting his balls slap against the smooth flesh of her ass as he stroked hard into her hole. It felt like the hot fist of her ass-hole had yanked his guts out with his come! He panted for air and plunged into her again. Finally, he lay limp over her draped form, waiting for life to return to his drained body.

Under him, Dana felt the silent tears flow from her eyes. She had never known such heights of pleasure. Her body reveled in it, but her mind was filled with loathing for the carnal knowledge it had grasped so quickly.