Chapter 8
Jane thought of escape. A hundred times she thought about how she could get away from these insane people who were tormenting her, and each time she rejected the idea. She was alone in a foreign country, alone in a small town far from anything. Even if she got beyond the maddening door at the end of the room, how far would she get? She had no idea where she was. She wouldn't even know what direction to run. And she had no clothes. How far would a naked girl be able to run in a strange land? Escape wasn't practical.
Survival was Jane's answer. She must survive! At all costs she had to live through this. She had no idea why she was being held prisoner, or what her tormenters planned to do with her, but she was certain she could survive. Did they intend to kill her? Jane didn't think so. All of this had been carefully planned. Her meeting Connie had been no accident, of that she was certain. And if they had wanted to kill her, they could have done that much more easily. Just hire somebody to shoot her in Omaha, or even in Mexico City. No, she was certain they weren't going to kill her. At least not yet. Not until they had accomplished what they had set out to do. But what was that? What could they possibly want?
It was the will to survive that had pulled her up to off the floor covered with Paco's foul-smelling urine. She had wanted to die right there on the floor, but her will wouldn't let her. She'd forced herself into the shower, saying over and over again, "This, too, shall pass." That was something she had learned in the orphanage. When life became absolutely unbearable, when she thought she couldn't go on for another second, she quoted the Bible: "This, too, shall pass." And it always did! Whatever it was passed and life went on.
Two days now! She counted the days by the meals they brought her. Three times a day a maid opened the door and set a steaming tray on the table at the entrance. The food was delicious, all gourmet dishes excellently prepared and served. She wasn't hungry, but Jane forced herself to eat everything they brought her. She had to survive, and she would need every ounce of her strength.
Her body had mended from Paco's assult. That was six meals ago, and Jane felt she was completely recovered. At the beginning, the pain in her rectum was unbearable. She had to he on her stomach, and she couldn't walk without great pains shooting through her body. The first time she went to the bathroom, the bowel movement almost killed her. "This, too, shall pass. I shall overcome!" she kept reminding herself.
At first, the bareness of the room drove her crazy. There was nothing to read, nothing to do to pass the time between the meals! She investigated every corner of the room, even looking under the beds. When she looked behind the screen in the corner and saw the rows of whips and a number of artificial penises hanging on the wall, she recoiled in horror at the thought of how these instruments of torture were used on people. Then, after a while, she looked at the array of sex devices calmly, running her hands over each item to remind herself how desperate her situation really was. The penises fascinated her. Each was very life-like, a soft plastic, textured like skin, covering the outside. Some were complete with sacks attached, molded to give the appearance of testicles. Jane saw that these could be filled with liquid, and the liquid could be shot through the penis to come out the tiny hole at the head.
There were other things, which, even after studying them at length, Jane couldn't imagine their use. A ring with what appeared to be little rubber spikes all around the outer edge, a ball, smaller than a ping-pong ball, which seemed to be partially filled with something like mercury, a number of electrical vibrators with various attachments, an assortment of feathers, plastic plugs which graduated from an inch to about three inches in diameter, and a group of bamboo canes standing against the wall all fascinated her. What kind of people used things like this?
Jane began doing body exercises to keep her muscles in shape. She started tackling the problems of her organization, seeking ways to make changes that would reduce the load she had to carry. She had to force herself to concentrate on the business. It seemed so far away, so remote. And somehow Jane had lost interest. For the first time in her life the organization no longer mattered to her. She told herself she must concentrate on survival, that the business would come later, after she survived whatever ordeals were before her. Everything she thought, everything she did must be keyed to her survival. "This, too, shall pass!"
She was asleep on the large circular bed when the two men came into the room With her nervous system tuned to any sound from the door, Jane came awake with a jolt. She sat up and watched them move to the wall and pull out one of the long black beds. They placed it in front of the mirror and then approached her. Grabbing her hands and feet roughly, they lifted her and carried her to the bed. Panic gripped her and Jane tried to fight them, but they held her tightly and forced her into the same spreadeagled position on the bed. Her hands and feet were bound the same as before.
The men looked at her helpless body, their eyes roving over her creamy white breasts with their proud red nipples pointing at the ceiling and the pink lips of her fully exposed cunt glistening through the golden pubic hair that crested her mound. They laughed, and they said things to each other Jane couldn't understand. Then one of the men, the taller of the two, cruelly ran his middle finger up Jane's cunt. He made several savage strokes and then pulled it out, raising it up under his companion's nose They both smelled the moist finger, laughed and walked out of the room.
It seemed like an eternity to Jane. She knew she was going to be put through another torturous experience with Paco and his cock that belonged to a horse, but why were they making her wait like this? She felt a shudder run through her body when the noise of the door opening reached her ears. She closed her eyes to blot out another look at that grotesque body. He can do what he wants to my body, but I won't look at him, she thought.
"Hello, Jane darling. How're you feeling today?"
It was Connie's voice! Jane's eyes came open with a start. She saw Connie standing beside her, looking down, her beautiful eyes strangely animated. She had on the briefest bikini Jane had ever seen. It barely covered her nipples, and it failed to cover all of the hair between her legs. Jane started to cry out to Connie to help her, but caught herself in time. A lot of good that'd do! Connie was the one who had lured her here, drugged her and made her a prisoner.
"Where am I?" Jane's voice pleaded.
"Oh, haven't they told you yet? Why, Jane dear, you're a guest in Cuernavaca."
"Guest! I'm a prisoner, and you know it!"
"Well, I suppose it's all in how you look at things."
"Connie, what're they going to do to me?"
"Darling, I just work here. You'll have to find that out from the boss. You'll meet him when he's ready to see you."
Jane's mind worked quickly. It was obvious that Connie knew what this was all about. She was in it up to her ears, but she wasn't going to tell Jane anything. Survive! Play along with Connie. Do anything, but make her tell you what this is all about. Flatter her, do anything.
"I don't see how you can go swimming when you know they're going to torture me!"
"You like my bikini?"
"It's lovely, and you have a gorgeous body."
"I'm glad you like it, dear. I was just thinking the same about yours. Such lovely breasts! And that blonde hair on your little cunt is just darling."
Consuela reached out and ran the tips of her fingers over the sensitive tips of Jane's breasts, letting her nails circle and flick against the nipples. She moved her hand and trailed her fingers down across Jane's soft, white belly, the soft touch making Jane's body quiver. Almost absently, Consuela's fingertips ran through the soft, golden pubic hair covering Jane's exposed mound. They traced the lines of her slit, moved along her inner thighs and then back to dip just inside the slightly spread lips and moisten themselves in Jane's juices.
Jane's mind raced back to the orphanage, to Sylvia and the things they did to each other. Sylvia's hand, her magic fingers making Jane feel so good. And the beating! She'd never seen Miss Hobbs so mad as when she caught them playing with each other that way. She pulled Sylvia out of the bed and began beating them both with her bare hands. Jane remembered crouching, waiting for the next blow and trying to protect her face with her hands. And they came, blow after blow. And then the cold shower, her body trembling as the ice cold water covered every inch of her skin. She never saw Sylvia again. They moved her somewhere, but nobody knew where.
"Connie, please don't! That's not nice." Jane realized how ridiculous it sounded even before it was off her lips.
"Oh, I think it's very nice. And so will you, darling, before I finish with you!"
Consuela unhooked her bra and let it drop to the floor, her heavy breasts quivering as they fell free. Her nipples were hard and pointed straight out. Taking one in her hand, Consuela bent down and rubbed her erect nipple against Jane's breast. Jane felt a response run through her helpless body as Consuela pressed her nipple hard into Jane's.
"Please don't, Connie. Please!"
"Shut up, you stupid bitch! You talk too much. I'll find a better use for that mouth of yours later, but shut it now! I'll do what I want to you, and you're hardly in any position to stop me."
"But, Connie...."
Consuela raised her arm and brought a stinging slap across Jane's face.
"When I said shut up, I meant it!"
Jane felt two tears fall down her cheek, her eyes watering from the vicious slap. Survive! She gritted her teeth and looked into Consuela's eyes. An excited animation she saw there frightened her. Her whole body shuddered as she saw Consuela's tongue dart out and run across her lips. Ugh, Jane thought! She looks like a beast wetting her lips over some victim she's trapped. Suddenly it dawned on Jane that she was the trapped victim about to be devoured!
She watched Consuela slip her fingers under the elastic and pull the bottom of her suit down. She pulled it below her knees and then wiggled her body until it fell to the floor. Jane's eyes were fastened on the spot where Consuel'a legs joined. She had never seen so much hair. It was jet black and very curly, and it looked like a large bush growing between her smooth, olive-toned legs! The black mass was both ugly and beautiful at the same time.
"Don't worry, darling, you'll get a taste of it," Consuela said, noticing where Jane's gaze was fixed. "I'm going to give you a very special kind of facial, with lots of cream, later on!"
She reached out with both hands and covered Jane's breasts, kneading them gently and tweaking the nipples between her thumb and forefinger. A smile touched the corners of her mouth as she saw Jane's body begin to respond. Jane's breath came a little faster, and the red, ripe nipples grew taut in Consuela's grasp. She concentrated on the two strawberries in her hands, twisting them, pulling them, squeezing them, and flicking them back and forth between her nimble fingers. Dropping to her knees beside the bed, Consuela leaned over Jane's helpless body and darted her moist tongue at the erect buds between her fingers. She held Jane's left nipple between her fingers so that the tip was extended above them. Then she ran her tongue over the tip, pulling, pushing and finally sucking it between her eager lips. Releasing her grasp, she pulled the entire nipple into her mouth, nibbling the sweet edge between her teeth. As her teeth held it captive, she ran her tongue over it, fluttering like the wings of a butterfly.
Jane fought the awakening sensuahty of her body. She forced herself to think of anything except what was happening to her. She bit her tongue as her body betrayed her, giving itself over to the excitement Consuela was bringing to her. When she felt Consuela's mouth on her breast, Jane's body involuntarily arched upward to offer more to those voracious lips and that searing tongue. What was the matter with her? Why did she react to these terrible things they did to her?
"Getting a little hot, darling? You have a sweet tit. Now let's see how that little blonde cunt is."
Consuela crawled over Jane on the bed and positioned herself between Jane's legs. She ran her hands up and down Jane's white thighs, the soft skin thrilling to her touch. Leaning forward, she planted a moist kiss on the inside of Jane's knee, letting her tongue slowly trail along the creamy surface of Jane's thigh. Just before she reached the gaping slit, she moved her head to the other side and planted a long series of moist kisses along the other thigh. This time she let her tongue trace the edges of Jane's golden crested mound. Using her fingers, Consuela spread the lips and exposed the pink flesh of Jane's cunt to her view. The small clitoris was erect and quivering. She ran her tongue along the inside of the widespread lips, down into the deep crevice and around the brown button between her cheeks, back up to the lips and clitoris, and then let it run in fast little circles at the entrance to Jane's vagina. With one quick dart she sank her tongue deep into Jane's cunt, savoring the musk-scented juices of Jane's passion which were already flowing.
"Oohh!" Jane sighed. Her body arched and seemed to pull Consuela's tongue even deeper inside her. She rotated her hips to feel that searing tongue sweep around the walls of her excited cunt.
Consuela cupped Jane's hips in her hands and buried her face into the soft blonde hair between Jane's legs. She concentrated her attack on Jane's defenseless clitoris, flicking it back and forth with her heated tongue and then sucking it into her mouth and scraping it back and forth between her teeth. Jane's juices were flowing freely now, and Consuela licked the sweet drops as they oozed from the excited cunt beneath her hungry mouth. The soft blonde hair tickling the edges of her tongue excited her, drove her to the point of wanting to devour Jane, chew her, swallow her and digest her. She cupped her tongue on Jane's hard clitoris, beginning a hard sawing motion up and down.
"Oohh! God! Oohh! Please!" Jane's body boiled over with passion. She watched Consuela, the raven black hair framed between her white thighs and the maddening tongue flicking up and down, slurping her cunt, torturing it, and Jane's hips went into a frenzied motion. Her head flopped from side to side in a wild swaying motion, the golden hair flairing out on the black fur with each toss. Jane's nostrils flared, her tongue extended, frantically trying to moisten her dry, swollen lips.
Consuela stopped, drawing her head up and resting her chin on Jane's swaying crotch.
"NO! Please don't stop! Pleasee! I can't stand it! Please don't stop!" Jane groaned, every ounce of her being straining against the ropes that bound her to the bed.
Consuela lifted her body and fell on top of Jane, her breasts cruelly mashing against Jane's, her hands diving into Jane's blonde hair so that she could control the bobbing head. She wiggled her hips, pulling her legs together and placing them between Jane's. Consuela squirmed until she felt her pelvis grind into Jane's, their pubic hair melting into a tangled mass. Pressing down and moving slightly to one side, Consuela managed to get her clitoris on top of Jane's.
Her cheeks and mouth were wet with Jane's hot juices. She could still feel the soft blonde hairs rubbing against her lips, the almost virginal cunt pulling her tongue deeper and deeper. She had filled her mouth with Jane's warm come, swirling it over and under her tongue, but keeping herself from swallowing it. The salty taste permeated her whole being and Consuela was hotter than she could remember being in a very long time.
Looking at the pure white skin framed on the bed beneath her, Consuela began a slow, circular grinding movement, using her knees for balance and rotating her hips. She was careful to keep their clitorises in direct contact and she bore down on Jane's relentlessly. Jane's blonde hair excited her. She ran her fingers through it as her movements became more instinctive, more demanding. I'll teach you what that cunt of yours is for, you blonde bitch, Consuela thought. I'll fuck you dry. I'll fuck you until you scream! She ground down, knowing from the sudden shudder in Jane's body that she was hurting her by rubbing her coarse pubic hair into the soft folds of Jane's cunt.
"Ooo...." Jane never finished. Consuela held her head tightly and pressed her lips against Jane's open mouth, her hot, probing tongue shooting deep into Jane's mouth.
Jane was dying. At least she thought she was. Consuela was hurting her, but it was an exquisite pain, all consuming, exciting and beautiful. Then she saw Consuela's mouth coming toward her, the sensuous lips moist with beads of her own come. She tried to move her head, but Consuela's hands held her like a vise. When their lips pressed together Jane felt an electric shock run through her. And then Consuela's searing tongue was in her mouth and there was a strange, salty taste flowing through her. She let her tongue meet Consuela's, and soon the two hot tongues were engaged in a battle for possession of Jane's mouth.
All the time, Consuela's cunt ground against Jane's, the mixture of pain and pleasure overwhelming them both. Almost simultaneously their bodies went rigid, their tongues locked in a fierce embrace, their pubic hair matted in a hopeless tangle.
"Aargh!"
"Uhmmhh!" Their grunts died in each other's mouth, their cunts gushed the sweet, salty, pungent liquor of lust. It inundated their pubic hair, matting it together like a light glue, ran down their thighs, flowed through the crevice of Jane's ass and flooded the black fur beneath them. Jane's whole body flowed with it, her muscles coming apart and forcing every inch of her skin to press into the black fur.
"Now wasn't that better than being fucked by that monster Paco?"
Jane didn't answer. She hated her body for having betrayed her, for giving into the lust of this foul beast above her.
"Wasn't it?"
"Why don't you wet on me like he did? Make it complete!" Jane spat at her.
"I may, darling-later. Right now, let's relax and catch our breath. Believe me, you'll need it for later!"
Jane stared at the ceiling, letting the soft silk folds carry her into another world. Was this really her, responding to these terrible things this way when her body should have been ice cold and sickened at the invasions of her private regions? What was this new sensation that flowed recklessly through her, this foreign feeling that excited her so? Was the devil tempting her flesh, and was she giving in to him? Tears filled her eyes and sobbing racked her body over the guilt she felt.
Gorman, watching and listening closely from behind the glass in the secret room, was pleased with what he saw. He was a little surprised to see Consuela's homosexual drive so strong. It was something he had never noted before. Of course, he wasn't certain it was her homosexual drive that made her attack Jane with such ferocity. Jane Homer was the type of girl everyone wanted to fuck, to punish, he reflected. She's such a sweet bitch she brings out the beast in all of us. Even Mark, he thought, remembering how savagely Mark had made love to her.
"Perhaps it's because she reminds us of all the things we have lost, our honesty, our innocence, our trust in others, our lack of sophistication," he muttered to himself. We see in her the things we're not, and we hate her for that.
"Bullshit!" he said aloud. "She's worse than we are because she hides behind that sweet facade while she screws everybody in sight, hurting them all she can, punishing them for not being as desperately frustrated and demented as she is!"
He saw Consuela signal him and he pressed a button that lowered an electrical outlet from the ceiling, the cord swaying obscenely just above Jane's white belly. He watched Consuela cross the room and then emerge from behind the screen with the little ball and the velvet whip in one hand and a vibrator in the other. She really's going to give Miss Horner a workout, he chuckled.
"What're you going to do to me?" Jane croaked as she watched Consuela approach with the things in her hands.
"Well, for one thing, you're going to eat my cunt, darling. Just like I ate yours."
"I won't do it! You can't make me. It's disgusting!"
"It wasn't so disgusting when I ate you, was it, darling? You'll do it, don't worry about that! But first we're going to warm you up a bit."
She laid the whip on the bed beside Jane's body and climbed between her legs. Reaching up, she attached the plug on the vibrator to the cord hanging from the ceiling. Then she spread the lips Of Jane's pink slit with her fingers and inserted the little ball deep into Jane's vagina, pushing it far inside with her fingers.
"What's that?" Jane cried, the foul invasion of her body sending a stabbing pain through her abdomen.
"It has some sort of a Chinese name I can't pronounce, darling, but it's filled with mercury. When you move your hips and grind away with your crotch, it'll move around in your cunt and drive you absolutely crazy. You'll love it!"
Consuela switched the vibrator on, the light hum of its motor breaking the silence in the room. Jane's eyes fixed on the little cup-like attachment. It was moving so fast it blurred before her vision. Consuela placed it on her thigh and a warm, pleasant feeling raced through Jane's legs, up through her belly and across her chest, making her nipples tremble and quiver. Consuela moved it along one thigh and then the other, pressing forward to the blonde crested mound which gaped before her. She let it move slowly down the outer lips covering the throbbing pink flesh of Jane's vagina, then slipped it under the lips and ran it around the outer edge of her now quivering cunt. Spreading the lips with her left hand, Consuela moved the vibrator until it was directly over her target. She dropped it on the defenseless clitoris and let it press down.
Jane's body went into spasms, jerking up and down, her hips swaying from side to side. It was too much for her! She was certain she would faint. The ball inside her was jiggling around, bouncing off her cervix and touching every inch of her deepest seat of passion. Her clitoris vibrating a thousand times a second! Her entire body felt like molten lead, fluid, hot! Again she felt her treacherous body begin climbing the steps of passion, lingering for just a moment on each new plane. Consuela stopped.
"Mustn't get too hot, darling. You have some eating to do!"
Leaving the vibrator on the bed between Jane's legs, Consuela let her body slide over Jane's until her feet were on the soft gray fur covering the floor. Consuela loved the fur rug. Sometimes, during orgies, she would run around the room allowing the soft fur to lovingly caress her toes. She stood for a moment watching the helpless body before her. Jane's hips had gone into an involuntary swaying motion, the small ball filled with mercury tantalizing the depths of her hungry cunt. Consuela smiled, knowing what delights the ball brought her. You're not as frigid as you make out, little Janie Horner, Consuela thought. She felt a quickening in her own loins while she watched Jane's full ripe breasts heave as the passion in her grew. The taut, ripe, red nipples seemed to beckon to Consuela as they crested the snowy white mounds and pointed straight at the ceding. Consuela lowered her head slowly and caught one of the luscious strawberries between her hungry, demanding lips. She pulled half of Jane's breast in her mouth, sinking her teeth into the trembling skin without breaking it, and then pulled her head upward and scraped her teeth along the sides until the nipple was caught between them.
"Oohh! That's so good, don't stop!" Jane said as Consuela lifted her head, completely freeing the sensual tit.
Consuela ignored her, picked up the velvet whip and moved around the bed until she was directly behind Jane's head. Placing her knees on either side of Jane's head, Consuela positioned herself above the delicious blonde's face.
Jane stared up into the mass of black pubic hair that now covered her entire vision. The thickly matted hair glistened with drops of moisture, making it appear like a damp glade in a dark forest. She saw the hungry lips of Consuela's cunt opening and closing slightly as the Latin girl contracted her muscles. Inside, pink flesh ringed with deep red ridges looked down at Jane. A pungent, overpowering odor drifted down to her nostrils, making them flare and quiver. It was an animal smell, charged with electricity and lust, a smell that both excited and repulsed Jane. She felt a drop of dew fall on her cheek, and then one on her lips, leaving a salty, spicy taste as her tongue caught it and ran it into her mouth.
"Now, Jane darling, you're going to eat me. And you'll eat me until I cover your face with come...."
"I won't do it!" Jane screamed as she watched the black bush lowering to cover her lips and nose. "I won't do it! You can't make me!"
"I think I can, and I think you will!" She brought her arm up and lashed the velvet whip across Jane's belly. "Let me feel those lips against mine, and sink that tongue deep into my cunt!"
Consuela dropped her crotch until she was completely covering Jane's mouth and nose. She began grinding her hungry vagina into Jane's face, her arm making the whip sing through the air as she demanded strict obedience. She planted five stinging lashes across Jane's belly and then sent it stinging into the unprotected flesh of her widespread thighs. There was a soft slapping sound as the velvet covered whip slashed across the creamy white flesh. Jane's cries were lost in the demanding cunt that engulfed half her face. Aiming directly between Jane's legs, Consuela brought the whip crashing down on the exposed pink flesh of her gaping cunt, the tip flicking inside and tearing at the membranes already throbbing with passion.
"Eat, you bitch! Eat!"
Her defenseless cunt with its portals wide open was lashed again and again. Jane opened her mouth to cry and found Consuela's rigid clitoris demanding entrance between her lips. She let her tongue dart out and run around the blood inflated member. Hot juice fell on her tongue and dropped into her mouth, its flavor reaching each tiny taste center, filling her mouth, her throat, her entire body. Jane realized that her mouth was as hungry as Consuela's cunt, yearning for and demanding the taste of sex. She let her tongue explore the fleshy region covering her face. The mass of wet hair was now grinding into her cheek, filling her nose, scratching her lips, slipping into her mouth. It ground against her tongue as she lavished the meal before her with a wild licking.
Jane ran her tongue around the edges, through the folds and under the lips of Consuela's cunt. She let it dip down and sink deeply into the hot, yawning cavern, pulling Consuela's boiling juices into her eager mouth.
"Sink it deeper and move it in slow circles!" Consuela commanded, reversing the whip in her hand and leaning forward to shove the knobbed end of the hard leather handle into Jane's vagina. She shoved it two inches into Jane's hot cunt and, with both hands on the hard handle, began moving it in and out.
The tiny ball deep within Jane was already driving her to a height of physical pleasure she had never before known. Now this thing that felt like a hard cock at the entrance to her vagina was causing her hips to pump in a wild frenzy. She had her nose up Consuela's cunt while she held the erect clitoris between her teeth and flicked the end of her tongue against it. Jane bobbed her head up and down, sinking her nose as deeply as she could. Consuela's hips began rotating and grinding the heavy black brush against Jane's mouth.
"Aagh!" Jane squealed as Consuela jabbed the whip handle deep inside her, touching the ball and causing it to bob back and forth against the walls surrounding her cervix. Jane sunk her teeth into Consuela's clitoris, biting down hard.
"Uugghh! That's it, eat it before it eats you, you bitch!" Consuela screamed, ramming the whip handle hard into Jane's belly. "Eat it good!"
The animal in Consuela took possession of her body as she felt her moment approaching. In a wild rage she cursed and ravaged Jane's helpless body with a savagery she had never realized was a part of her being.
"I'm coming! Oh, God, I'm coming! Eeooww!" she cried, her dam breaking and hot, milky come flowing from deep inside her. It gushed out, filling Jane's eager mouth, running over and down Jane's chin, into her nose and eyes, covering her neck and sticking in her golden hair.
Jane's release followed immediately, her lust juices flowing around the whip handle, streaming down the hard leather to cover Consuela's now limp hand with wet, sticky come. Jane felt it flow down the crevice between her buttocks, fill the puckered brown identation and rush in a river to the bed below. Her body arched as the vibrations of the ball made her climax last, and last, and last.
There was a loud slurping noise of a wet suction broken as Consuela lifted her body gingerly and slid off the bed. She loosened the knots that held Jane with nervous fingers and staggered out of the room, leaving her bright green bikini on the floor where she had dropped it.
Jane raised her hands in an effort to wipe some of the wetness from her glistening face, but her body was trembling so she couldn't control it. Trying to rise, she fell into a heap on her side, a nausea sweeping through her. She fell onto the floor and crawled into the bathroom where she vomited, her mind revolted by the betrayal of her body.