Chapter 6
Laurie could hear voices before she managed to blink her eyes open and focus them on an unfamiliar, perforated ceiling. "Where am I?" she asked fearfully. "What happened?"
"You fainted, sugar," a man's voice which Laurie thought she ought to recognize but couldn't place answered. "We couldn't very well leave you lying outside the door, what with us having a skin party and you knowing about it, so we brought you in. How about a drink?"
When Laurie turned her head toward the man's voice, she saw first the attractive blonde young woman sitting cross-legged beside her, with a drink in one hand and a cigarette in the other.
"You all right now, honey?" the girl asked, and when Laurie nodded, the blonde said, "I'm Angie. What's your name?"
"Laurie Morgan," came Laurie's automatic reply, since she was used to giving her name to scores of strangers every day.
"You're pretty," the nude Angie said matter-of-factly. "Fix her a drink, boys."
"I don't want a drink, thank you," Laurie said, suddenly realizing she was lying on the mattress where the oral act had been going on, and struggling to sit up. "I have to go. I'm working. Selling magazine subscriptions."
"We'll buy some magazines if you'll stay and join our little party first," Angie said. "How about it, Laurie? There're two horny men to be taken care of. Want to help me?"
"Sure, sugar," the upsettingly familiar-looking man said as he squatted beside the mattress and held out a highball, "I think that's a great idea. Take off your clothes and join us. Here, drink this and think it over."
"I don't want a drink," Laurie, sitting up, said. She looked at the naked man's big penis, now soft with the head resting on the floor because of his squatting position, and feared she might faint again. Fighting back the sensation of vertigo, she glanced up to his face and tried to recall where she'd seen him before. But she'd seen and spoken to hundreds of people since she'd started selling magazines, and she couldn't place him. At the moment, she was more concerned with getting out of there than anything else, so she got up and stood on her shaky legs, trying to be nonchalant as she said, "I have to get back to work. You folks go right on with your party. I'm sorry for interrupting you . . . and I want to thank you very much for taking care of me while I was out. It was so silly of me to faint like that. I don't know what caused it, unless it was too much sun. Yes! That must have been it. . . but I've had a nice rest now, thanks to you kind people, and I'll just be on my way now... if you'll tell me where you put my sales kit."
Laurie realized while she was talking that her initial impression of a recurring and progressively worsening nightmare had been right. The men were grinning lewdly at her, the blonde smiling sweetly. Suddenly the sales kit and the signed subscription contracts it contained meant nothing to the frightened girl. She was ready to forget the previous day's rape if Tom decided that was best, but she was damned if she was going to be put through another debasing ordeal like it.
I'm getting out of here, Laurie thought. And fast! To hell with the sales kit! And she bolted for the door.
"Get her, Tony," the woman said, laughing. "Don't let her spoil our party."
"She's going nowhere," Laurie heard the man called Tony say. And when she saw the padlock on the inside of the door, she knew he was right.
An icy shiver raced up her spine and she let out a bloodcurdling scream for help, figuring it would frighten the threesome into letting her go, even if no help was immediately forthcoming. She couldn't have been more wrong, and she spun around with righteous indignation when she heard them laughing at her.
"Damn you all!" she wailed. "You can't keep me here against my will!"
"Can't we?" the stocky man asked, speaking for the first time as he walked toward her with his peter dangling obscenely between his thick, hairy thighs. "Why not, baby? Who's gonna stop us?"
"The police!" Laurie yelped, and she screamed again as loud as she could.
"Save your breath, honey," the blonde called in a friendly tone. "The house is in the middle of two large lots, remember? And anyway, take a look at the walls, why don't you?"
Laurie did look at the walls, which were finished with soft-looking, perforated, white squares exactly like the ones she'd seen on the ceiling.
"It's soundproofed," the woman said.
Laurie scanned the room quickly. Even the doors were covered with the perforated squares, but brown ones instead of white, and each door was padlocked on the inside. Suddenly realizing she wasn't going anywhere until they chose to let her, Laurie eluded the apelike shorter man and ran to the center of the room, glaring down at the girl and demanding, "Where am I? What is this place? Have I gone crazy? Is this a padded cell?!"
"Sit down, honey, and let Angie tell you all about it," the friendly woman said, patting the mattress. "Tony, bring Laurie that highball now."
No one was grabbing or pawing her, and though Laurie didn't like the situation she found herself in, she felt helpless and confused enough to sit down and take the drink being offered her. She accepted the drink partly because of her nervous fear but mostly to placate the strange people who apparently held her captive.
"This isn't the funny farm," Angie said. "It's the same house you walked up to a few minutes ago. You're in a private club for swingers, Laurie."
"Oh, my God," Laurie gasped.
"Relax," Tony said. "We're not going to hurt you."
"That's right," the stocky man said. "My name's Frank, but you can call me Frankie. Pleased to meet'cha, I'm sure."
Laurie nodded. She didn't care what his name was and didn't intend to call him anything, but she couldn't help turning back to Angie and asking, "Why is the room soundproofed?"
"It's our all-purpose room. For orgies, sado-maso stuff and initiating new members. Want to be initiated?"
"I'm not a swinger!" Laurie gasped. "No! Absolutely not!"
"Okay, honey," Angie said calmly. "No one's going to hurt you if you'll swear to forget you ever found this place. We wouldn't have opened the door, but you see, we were expecting another girl and when you knocked ..."
"I promise I'll never tell a soul," Laurie said quickly.
"Let her out, Frankie," Angie said. "I think we can trust her."
"I'll let her out after we finish our party," Frank said. "I don't wanna get caught in the act. Swingers' clubs are still illegal, you know. What if little Laurie goes straight to a phone and calls the cops?"
"Oh, I wouldn't do that!" Laurie promised.
"Just to be on the safe side," Angie said, "I think maybe you'd better find yourself a nice quiet corner and sip your drink while we finish what you interrupted."
Laurie tried to talk them into letting her go right then, but they wouldn't, and since she didn't seem to be in any danger she finally shrugged and walked over to sit down in a corner of the room, figuring that if she kept her mouth shut they would soon finish their party and let her out when they left the sinful house.
What Laurie didn't figure on was the effect which witnessing Angie sucking one man and being sucked by the other at the same time would have on her. When she realized she was becoming aroused by the erotic sight and sounds, she turned her head away and put her hands over her ears.
Though it seemed much longer to the uptight Laurie who was getting hot despite her conscious effort not to-it was only a few minutes later when the tall, good-looking man named Tony walked over to her and nudged her with his bare foot.
"What do you want?" she asked, glancing up but wishing she hadn't when she saw his saliva-coated, limber penis and big hairy nuts hanging above her.
Silently he extended his hand, and thinking they were through sexing and she was going to be let out, Laurie took it and allowed him to help her to her trembling legs.
Instead of leading her to the door, however, he put his arm around her and walked her over to the mattress, where Angie and Frankie were just beginning to have intercourse.
"Let's watch them."
"I don't want to," Laurie said as calmly as she could. "I thought you were going to let me out, otherwise I wouldn't have got up. I'll just go back to the comer and wait."
"Huh-uh," he said, and stepped behind her, putting his arms around her and fondling her breasts through her clothing as he held her right where she was.
"Don't," Laurie breathed. "You promised you wouldn't hurt me."
"I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just going to feel you up a little is all, while we watch Frankie throw a little fucking into Angie. It's something to see when they get going."
"I don't want to see it," Laurie insisted. "Can't you understand? I'm not a swinger, like you people . . . and I wish you'd kindly take your hands off me. I don't like to be mauled!"
"Ohhhh, Frankie!" Angie moaned.
"Watch, Laurie! It's gettin' good for Angie now!"
Laurie didn't want to look, but like the previous night in Tom's room she couldn't seem to stop herself. The sight of the brutish-looking man's hairy buttocks rising and falling between the blonde girl's upraised thighs whipped the unwanted sensations already in Laurie's loins to a higher pitch. The man standing behind her took her swelling nipples in his fingertips and began rolling them, making Laurie suck in her breath. She whimpered, "Don't do that!"
"Why not, honey? Because it feels too good?"
"No," Laurie lied. "I just don't like it. And besides, I don't even know you!"
"The name's Tony, you little doll," he whispered, and gave her nipples simultaneous tugs.
"No! You mustn't do that!"
"Harder, Frankie! Ohh, give it to me, daddy!"
It was impossible for Laurie not to watch the feverish act of intercourse now, because the abandoned action had captured her attention and was holding it like a powerful magnet. She tried to look away, but couldn't seem to find the strength to move her head.
"They're really fucking now, aren't they, Laurie?" the man asked, his hot breath bursting in her ear, then his tongue darting in and swirling around wetly.
"Yes!" Laurie gasped, her body turning rigid before she sighed and let herself go limp in the strong arms surrounding her. "They are . . . aren't they?"
"Aren't they what, Laurie?" he asked, thrusting a hand under her skirt and cupping her itchy, hot pussy.
"Fucking!" she gasped, sucking in her breath and shuddering. "No, Tony! Please don't touch me . . . there!"
"Where?"
"Where you're touching me now! Between . . . my .. . legs!"
"Your cunt, baby," he said, reaching under her crotchband and sinking a finger all the way into Laurie's hot, slippery slot. "Your cunt is what I've got my finger in. Can't you say a word?"
"I d-don't want to say it!" she wailed, squirming about in a half-hearted attempt to free herself as she kept her gaze riveted on the moaning, grunting couple having intercourse just a few feet away. "Get your finger OUT of meee!"
"Say cunt and I will."
"Cunt!" Laurie cried. "Cunt! There, are you satisfied?"
He slithered his tongue back into Laurie's ear as his finger retreated from her hairy cleft, and when she opened her mouth to protest, he stuck his finger in and made her lick her own sex juice off it.
"Do you taste good, baby?" he asked.
"You nasty thing!" Laurie hissed.
"Yeah," he admitted, starting to unbutton her white blouse, "nasty but nice, huh, Laurie? Let's you and me try each other on now."
"Nooo," Laurie moaned, but she didn't try to stop him from opening the front of her blouse.
He pushed her brassiere up and massaged her firm, sensitive breasts. "You want me, baby, and you know it."
"I don't!"
With his thumbs and forefingers, he captured her swollen nipples and tweaked them several times, making Laurie pant for breath and squirm her warm, soft butt back against him. "You're dying to fuck, honey. Admit it!"
"Yessss," she groaned, her ass grinding against his reawakened, wonderful-feeling, big dick no matter how hard she tried to stop it. "B-but I c-can't!"
"No one will ever know," he coaxed. "Secret fucking is what this place is for, Laurie. I'm going to undress you. I'm going to make you naked. I'm going to lay you down beside Angie; then I'm going to get on top of you and give you a better screwing than Frankie's giving her."
"Nooo," Laurie breathed, shivering but otherwise unmoving when he stepped back and pulled her blouse and bra completely off. She felt him unbuttoning the waistband of her skirt, and as it fell silently down around her ankles she thought, I can't let this happen! I'm not a swinger. . . I'm a good girl! I've got to stop him. . . now. . . before it's too late!
But Laurie only bit her lip and whimpered when she felt him tugging her half-slip and panties down her tapering legs, and when he grasped her shoulders to turn her around, she stepped out of the bunched clothing and went with the pressure of his hands.
"I c-can't," she pleaded. "I'm engaged!"
"No one will ever know, Laurie," he said, cupping the round, quivering cheeks of her bare butt and pulling her to him.
When the man's hard organ pressed against her belly, Laurie melted in his arms. She opened her mouth willingly when he kissed her, and licked back at his insinuating tonguetip before he plunged the whole organ into her mouth. She heard herself groan as she mashed her burning loins against him and sucked his tongue rapaciously.
While they were French-kissing, the stranger stooped slightly and stuck his long rod between her legs, then picked her up by the ass and let her ride on his pole as he carried her to the mattress, where the other couple were still fucking blissfully away.
Only half-aware of where she was or what she was doing, Laurie kicked off her loafers and allowed the man to lay her down beside the blonde girl.
"B-but I'm not this kind of g-girl! I'm engaged!" she protested, her glassy eyes pleading up at the handsome man while he spread her legs and took his place between them.
"You want it, baby," he said, wedging the tip of his rod between her swollen, hot labia. "No one will ever know," he added, sinking his bulging glans into her.
"Ohhh," Laurie sighed, feeling a terrific thrill and no pain to speak of when the head of his big dick popped into the lower end of her secreting vagina. Then he rammed the fat, eight-inch prick home, his balls swinging forward and whacking Laurie in the crack of her trembling ass and his cockhead jarring her womb, making her suck in her breath raggedly and let it out with a mournful, "GOD ... OH, GOD . . . YESSS . . . FUCK MEE!!"
There was no holding back for Laurie after he'd once penetrated her. The events of the recent past had prepared her well. She no longer had the emotions of a virgin, but of a mature, sexually awakened woman. The voyeurism and fondling had set her loins on fire, and now her hungry cunt danced with delight around the long, thick cock which filled it to capacity.
"Oh, oh, oh," Laurie chanted, when he began screwing her unhurriedly with long, deliberately measured strokes. "Tony! Ohhhh, To-ny!"
"Is it good, Laurie?" he asked.
"Good!" she cried. "So good!"
Laurie threw her arms around him and kissed him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth and licking everywhere at once. As if she'd flipped a switch inside him, he started powering the pole to her, hitting into her so hard she had to fight for air.
"Ohhhh!" she panted, and locked her legs over his out of pure instinct. Or was it from some dim memory of the rape? she wondered. She didn't know, nor did she care. All that mattered was the fantastic pleasure his plunging organ was giving her. Just as she had when she'd been ravished the day before, Laurie forgot who or what she was and gave herself body and soul to the throbbing, hot lust within her feverish body. Her mind was out of it for the time being, her emotions ruling her entirely. She hooked her ankles under the man's shins, groaned into his mouth and began humping her pussy up to him.
"That's it, Laurie," he encouraged. "Go, you hot-assed little bitch! Fuck with me! Slam that hot, tight snatch of yours up to daddy! Do you like daddy's cock, baby? Is it big enough for you?"
"Daddy!" she cried. "Oh, shit yes! Big .. . hard . . . sweet cock! Fuck harder! Faster, Tony!" And when he gave her what she asked for she moaned, "Yessss. . . oh, goddamn, yes . . . you darling, darling . . . MAN!!!"
"Tell me. Laurie!"
"Coming," she said in a hoarse whisper, feeling her inner cunt muscles begin to flutter out of control around his wonderful, driving dick. Then the full impact of her orgasm hit and she flung her head, shuddering from head to turned-down toes, yelling, "COMING . . . AAAAH . . . OHHHH . . . TONY!!!! OH, GODDAMN... IT'S GOOODDDD . . . NNNHHH . . . AHHHH!!!"
The wild spasming of her vaginal walls got to the experienced Tony. He tried not to lose his load, but Laurie's sucking pussy milked it right up from his tight nuts.
As for Laurie, she was lazing in the final throes of her intense climax when she felt Tony's cock twitching jerkily and pouring hot cum over the ultrasensitive neck of her convulsing uterus. She whimpered and bit her lips, loving every thrilling jet he squirted into her. It was making her hot all over again, and she began kissing the side of his face, then down his neck and onto his left shoulder. She was actually kissing the soft brown mole on his left shoulder when it dawned on her where she'd seen it before.
OH, MY GOD, her mind screamed. TONY IS ONE OF THE MEN WHO RAPED ME!!!
Laurie broke out in a cold sweat and began shivering violently, but she had sense enough to keep her mouth shut. It wouldn't do to let the rapist know she recognized him. Going to the police later and describing him, bringing them to this wicked house, that was the only sensible thing to do, and Laurie knew it.
Mistaking Laurie's sudden fit of quaking for the physical evidence of another orgasm, Tony backed his wilting rod out of her and said, "Angie, get her while she's hot, baby! You, too, Frankie! Sit on her big knockers and feed her your cock!"
Not daring to refuse, Laurie cringed inwardly but let the other girl put her mouth to her pussy and begin sucking and licking. Then the apelike man was straddling her, sitting down too hard on her tits and sticking his sperm-coated peter in her mouth, and all Laurie could do was open up and take it.
In seconds Laurie decided the man's cock was delicious, and she sucked it for him good once she'd licked it clean, and forgot her fear enough to enjoy it. Only seconds after that she decided it wasn't really so depraved to have another girl going down on her, either. Angie's mouth was working her cunt over thoroughly and expertly, and before Laurie knew she was letting herself go again, she was gone, lost in the blinding lust which was still so new and exciting to her.
"MORE!" Laurie kept shouting after each of her many thundering orgasms, and she got more--from Tony, from Frankie and from Angie, too. Laurie was fucked and sucked 'til she could hardly remember her own name. Once, during a brief moment of mental awareness, she found herself sucking Angie's cum-drenched, blonde-haired twat while Tony was fucking her own hole like mad, dog-fashion, but it was unbelievably exciting and good, so Laurie went right on sucking the other girl's pussy while she wagged her ass with Tony pounding his marvelous cock into her hungry snatch from behind.
Another time when she had her mind back for a split second, while she was licking Tony's balls with him squatting over her head, facing her "gorgeous snatch," as he called it, and getting ready to mount her for a round of sixty-nine, Laurie saw the evidence of her nails on his buttocks. She knew for sure he was one of the rapists then, but she forgot again as soon as he licked her needy pussy and rammed his scrumptious cock down her willing throat.