Chapter 9
It began an hour later. Jane was on the large bed, relaxing her exhausted body after the rigors it had been through. She had purged her system in the bathroom, and now she was trying to purge her mind. "This, too, shall pass," was only a dim echo in the far reaches of her brain now. She had to force herself to cope with something new in her life, the sensual side of her personality which had emerged under the hands of her tormentors. She knew she should have been repulsed by all that happened to her, yet she had to admit that she had experienced great pleasure. For the first time she felt a complete sense of physical satisfaction, and for the first time she was facing her base, animal nature. All of this threw Jane's conscience into a turmoil.
"Hello, Jane. I'm Doctor Carl Gorman."
The voice shocked her. She had been so deep in thought she had not heard him enter the room. She watched a short, but very muscular man in his early fifties pull one of the chairs from against the wall and place it beside the bed near her.
"Are you the man who's keeping me here as a prisoner?" she asked quickly.
"No, I'm afraid I work here like the others, Jane. It's important that you and I become friends. We're going to be spending a great deal of time together from now on."
Jane stiffened, wondering what new torments this man was planning for her. Gorman noted the reaction and smiled.
"Relax, Jane. All we're going to do is talk for a while. Under the circumstances, I don't expect you to like me, but I'm going to ask you to trust me. Together we'll explore some interesting areas of philosophy, theology and practical living. Your mind is troubled about what you've been through, perhaps I can help you. If you cooperate, maybe I can even help you get out of this situation. Fair enough?"
Jane's entire being cried out to believe the man. She was physically exhausted and mentally confused. Here was help. Here was a way out! But a tiny warning bell rang in her mind. Why should he help her? He was one of those who were holding her here!
"Cooperate? I don't understand."
"As I explained, we'll have a series of long talks, friendly talks. We'll examine your life, try to bring it into focus and understand where you're going.
It's like a painting, you'll give me the color and design and I'll try to help you frame it. It's about time you understood yourself, and I'm going to try to help you. All you have to do is talk, be honest in your answers, be willing to discuss both sides of every idea, study some new thoughts and discuss them with me. Okay?"
Those were almost the words Doctor Bill had said to her! Could it be? No, it was impossible that Doctor Bill had anything to do with this. And yet...?
"It doesn't look like I have' much choice, does it?"
"You could have some more of what you've already been through."
"If you know anything at all about me, you must know that I would do almost anything to avoid that!"
"Well, Jane, that's what I want to do, learn all about you. Shall we begin?"
Jane felt uncomfortable in her nakedness. She asked if she could use Consuela's bikini to cover herself, but Dr. Gorman told her he would rather she didn't. He explained that she had a lovely body, a body that men enjoyed seeing, and that she should not be ashamed to show it.
Their conversation began with Jane relating her experiences as a child. The more she talked, the more relaxed she became, and when Dr. Gorman made no move to torture her exhausted body Jane's confidence returned. At first he let her ramble, the story of her life coming in bits and spurts as she relived her days in the orphanage. Then he began interupting her, asking revealing questions about her attitudes, her sexual fantasies, and even her masturbation. He discussed each phase with her objectively and Jane's confidence in him grew rapidly. She began to sincerely believe that he wanted to help her and not hurt her, and she in turn cooperated by telling him some of the deepest secrets of her life, things she had never told another living soul.
"So you resented your father and mother, even though you never knew them?"
"Yes, in a way, Doctor. You see, I was the fruit of their passion, but they refused to accept the responsibility that went with that passion. When you create something, you have a responsibility to that creation."
"And don't you think that this attitude has crept into your entire feeling about sex?"
"I don't believe I understand?"
"Never mind," he replied, not wanting to take her too far too fast. "We'll come back to that later when we know more about what makes you tick."
The conversation droned on and on, Jane warming to the subject of her life and the doctor making notes and asking questions. Two hours, then three passed. Jane became weary. Her narrative slowed and she became impatient with her choice of words. The doctor noted this and called their first session to an end. He explained that they would work together constantly, that she would be allowed four hour rest and sleep periods and that they would be together the rest of the time.
"Before I leave," he said, "is there anything you want?"
"I know you won't grant it to me, but what I want more than anything else is to get out of this room. Just for a few moments. I need a breath of fresh air, to see something besides the four walls of this room," she replied.
"I'll make a deal with you," Dr. Gorman answered. "If I arrange a five minute walk outside, will you promise to read a book I give you? You'll be escorted, of course, and there will be no chance of escape. I think a little sunshine might be good for you."
" Jane agreed eagerly. The doctor left the room and returned almost immediately with a bright colored robe and one of the men who had tied Jane down earlier. The man was given explicit instructions while Jane slipped into the robe. He took her by the arm and led her through the door.
The bright sun hurt Jane's eyes at first and she had to squint and keep her head down until her pupils adjusted. The Mexican, dressed in white ducks, a white, short-sleeve shirt and white canvas shoes, held her arm in a vise-like grip as they walked slowly along under the blooming jacaranda trees.
Jane's first impression was that she was in a tropical paradise. The air was warm, but very pleasant, and the fragrant blossoms invaded her being and sent her reeling. It was so beautiful, so calm, so quiet! The green turf beneath her bare feet was beautifully manicured, its soft texture reminding her of picnics and games the local country club sponsored for orphanages in Omaha. Although it was covered with a lush growth of greens, reds, and yellows, Jane could tell that the grounds were surrounded by a high fence making escape virtually impossible.
In the distance, she saw the lovely gazebo, the flower-covered roof making it appear like a tropical island in the middle of a sea of green.
"What's that?" she asked.
"No hablo Ingles," the man replied.
Jane regreted never having studied Spanish, but she was certain the man would not talk to her even if she addressed him in his own tongue.
Surveying the grounds, she reflected that whoever owned this place had surrounded himself with beauty and therefore could not be completely evil. She studied everything she could see, trying to establish some pattern in her mind. She was certain there were clues here to the personality of the person who held her captive, and she desperately wanted to understand that personality. If I'm to survive, I must know my enemy, she thought.
All too soon for Jane, her brief escape from the Game Room was over. The man led her back to the room, handed her a copy of a book called The True Believer by a man named Eric Hoffman, took the robe from her shoulders and pushed her into the familiar room. Blackness began to crowd Jane's mind as the door slammed shut, but she pushed it aside and sat down to keep her part of the bargain by reading the book. It was a deep work and Jane found she had to concentrate hard to grasp its meaning.
They spent an hour discussing the book and Dr. Gorman was pleased when he saw that Jane had comprehended the author's message. He pointed out to her that the true believer was the most dangerous person on earth, a person who had lost human compassion out of blind obedience to a creed he or she barely understood. They had a spirited conversation and Dr. Gorman fairly beamed at the capacity of the mind with which he was working. When some of her own sacred ideas became involved, Gorman forced her to become objective and analyze her concepts. Jane fought him at times, but she always gave in to logic in the end.
Learning that Jane was a rapid reader, Dr. Gorman increased the number of books he gave her each time they met. She read books that set out to prove that God was a creation of man, an entity roughly shaped from the clay of superstition to give man an excuse for being and relieve him from the burden of his conscience. She studied modern philosophies and the new concepts of morality. Nilism became more than a word, it was an idea, a way of life.
Jane's mind was a turmoil. What she read often contradicted what she had been taught to believe, and equally often one book she was given would directly contradict another. Dr. Gorman explained that most human beings experienced doubt and inner turmoil when they embarked on a search for truth.
"Up until now," he told her one day, "your life has been comfortable because you conveniently believed what you were told. You questioned nothing. Everything was absolute, definable in terms of right and wrong. Somebody told you this was right and that was wrong, and you accepted what they told you. It was simpler that way. You didn't have to think things out for yourself, you simply beheved and obeyed.
"Now you're uncomfortable because you've been exposed to new ideas, because you have to reason everything out for yourself and make your own search for truth."
Jane accepted this, never once thinking that her mind was being guided in a certain direction for a definite purpose. So adept was Dr. Gorman's handling of her, Jane actually believed that she was making her own decisions and forming her own ideas.
Their sessions together became more frequent, more demanding on Jane's mind. Her rest periods were cut to three hours, then two hours, and the sessions continued around the clock. She became so fatigued she often fell asleep while they were talking, but the doctor shook her awake and made her continue. Jane lost all sense of time, eating whenever a meal was placed before her and sleeping the moment Dr. Gorman mercifully left the room. She was exhausted. Her mind was a battleground of ideas and her body ached from a lack of sleep. Dr. Gorman made her stand in the center of the room while they talked, forcing her to remain awake and on her feet for hours at a time. Twice she fell to the floor, but he picked her up immediately and made her stand without support of any kind. She begged him, pleaded with him to let her rest, but he insisted she go on.
Once he pushed her roughly into the bathroom and turned on the cold water in the shower, holding her body under the icy stream until goose pimples appeared all over her creamy white skin.
Jane felt they had been going like this for weeks, but in truth it was only her fourth day.
"And how goes our little experiment, Doctor?" Senor Guzman asked.
He had summoned Gorman to the gazebo. The exhausted man flopped into a chair and gulped a cup of hot coffee before replying.
"Excellent!" he answered, his voice hoarse and weak from the strain. "I'm as exhausted as she is, but her mind has cracked. She no longer is certain of anything. She questions everything, even right and wrong. Ideas are lighting up her head like a pinball machine. She's exhausted, both physically and mentally, and that's how I wanted her."
"And sex?" his employer asked, offering the doctor a cigarette.
"Not yet. It's too early. Right now she's at the point of a nervous breakdown." He took the cigarette, lighted it and leaned back with his eyes closed as he continued. "I'm going to let her sleep six hours and get refreshed. Then I'll put her straight through until she falls from exhaustion again. Another six hours sleep after that and she should be completely in my control. That's when we'll begin with the sex program."
"How's the ten-day deadline look?"
"All right so far," Gorman answered, sleep almost overpowering him so that he brought his body forward in the chair with a jolt. "She had a regressive period about twelve hours ago. Went back to her original concepts of life and morality. I expected that and brought her through it. If we don't have another one, we'll make it in ten days. Of course a lot of this depends on how she reacts to sex when we get there." He stood up and looked through bloodshot eyes at his employer. "It also depends on my getting some sleep in between these sessions, Avillo. My body is going through the same thing hers is, you know. If there isn't anything more, I'd like to hit the sack for six hours."
"My apologies, Doctor. I knew you'd be tired, but I did want to learn what progress you've made. By all means, get some rest. You look as though you need it. I'll see that you're not disturbed."
You'd better not fail us, Guzman thought to himself as he watched the doctor's stocky form, the shoulders stooped and the feet dragging, slowly climb the gentle slope to the main house. He'd already made up his mind that the doctor's usefulness to the organization was gone when the Jane Horner incident came up. Regardless of how this came out, Gorman was through. If he failed, the punishment would have to be very severe, something to set an example for others.
Jane was refreshed when she awakened, but within two hours she was crying and beating her fists helplessly against the bed. The doctor was relentless, without mercy in his sharp question and demands for answers. One time she had refused to answer and Dr. Gorman walked up to her and slapped her in the face. When she broke down and began crying, he again pulled her to her feet and slapped her face. This time his hand swept back and forth across her face leaving bright pink skin in its wake.
"What do you want of me?" she screamed as she refused to stand, letting her body fall in a heap on the floor each time he picked her up.
A man was summoned and Jane was tied by the wrists to a chain that suddenly appeared from the silk folds on the ceding. She was jerked to a standing position with her arms above her head, her toes barely touching the floor. Her shoulders ached and the muscles under her arms felt like they were straining to the breaking point. The questioning continued, cruel slaps stinging against her face when she hesitated in her answers. She fainted.
When Jane came to, her will to resist was gone. Her body ached all over and she could not find a comfortable position for her arms. No matter how she turned, they ached and throbbed. Despite the six hours sleep she was exhausted, mentally and physically. Nothing seemed to matter. Jane's faith, once her crutch in every crisis, was now gone. She doubted everything, even her own existence. Her appetite was gone. For the past several days eating had been more mechanical than anything else. Very little of the old Jane Horner was left, except her will to survive, and this was now only a dim echo somewhere in the background.
Dr. Gorman came into the room. He wore a crisp, fresh shirt and pressed slacks. His face was clean shaven and he smelled of a pleasant, mild cologne. In his hand he carried a long instrument that reminded Jane of a large flashlight, except that it had a wooden handle on one end and three prongs on the other.
"Good afternoon, Jane," he greeted her with a bright smile. "It's time to begin the second phase of your education, something you'll enjoy much more than what we've been doing. How do you feel?"
"Terrible! I'm exhausted, Doctor. You're not going to chain me to the ceiling again, are you?"
"Oh, I hope that won't be necessary, Jane. If you do just exactly what I tell you, you'll have lots of fun and we won't have any trouble."
Jane nodded her head. She would do whatever he wanted her to. She wanted to please him, to make his every wish her command. He could bring her happiness or make her suffer. She knew that, and she wanted to have him pleased with her. She mustn't do anything that would make him angry. She owed a great deal to him. He had opened her eyes to things she never knew existed, helped her to understand her life, led her to the brink of a better life. She was his slave.
"We're going to do nothing but talk about and practice sex, Jane. I know you're tired of talking. And I think you realize that I know more about sex than you do, so let me do most of the talking and you just listen."
He pulled one of the large chairs from the wall and sat down beside the bed. Laying the long instrument down on the bed, he began talking to her in a quiet but firm voice. He explained to her that the male penis was the most important thing in her life, that because of it she was alive and capable of enjoying great pleasure. Jane listened as he went on to explain that she could only enjoy pleasure herself when she gave pleasure to others. He said that it was his job to teach her sex, show her how to bring the maximum amount of pleasure to others and enjoy it herself.
Dr. Gorman made her stretch out on her back, her knees in the air, her feet planted flatly against the fur cover, and her thighs spread wide with her tender pink slit fully exposed. He handed her a book and told her to read in that position.
Jane had never seen anything like the book she had in her hands. It was a lurid account of sex with photographs on each page. The first photograph showed a beautiful woman with a man's penis in her mouth. It was a close-up and Jane could see the enlarged veins along the shaft of the man's very erect organ, the girl's sensuous lips seeking to pull the large organ in her mouth. The next photo was of a woman with her legs spread wide apart. A man's head was buried between her thighs, his ears pressed against the soft, yielding flesh. The woman's vagina was plainly visible in the photograph, as was the man's tongue and what it was doing to her genital area. Jane felt a quickening between her own thighs as she remembered the delights she had experienced under hot, searing tongues not too long ago.
She lifted the book a few inches and looked down between her legs when she felt probing fingers spreading the lips of her vagina. Dr. Gorman was leaning forward in his chair, his hand buried in the soft folds of her cunt. His probing fingers found her clitoris and he began manipulating it while she read.
The next photo was of two women with their heads buried in each other's crotch. Jane's body almost melted when she remembered what Consuela had done to her and the way she had reacted. She was turning the pages faster now, the erotic photos and Dr. Gorman's eager fingers pushing her up the scale of passion. When she came upon a photo of a man mounted on top of a woman with his large, erect penis shoving deep inside the girl's belly, Jane felt her pulse quicken. She stared at the photo and imagined herself beneath the man, his rod probing her deepest regions, his balls bouncing against the cheeks of her exposed buttocks. Her body went into short spasms as Dr. Gorman placed more pressure on her clitoris, and Jane heard an involuntary groan escaape from her lips. She couldn't control herself. She was plummeting from the crest of the waterfall and she was powerless to stop herself.
"Ahh!" she sighed as she reached a small climax. "Now wasn't that fun, Jane?" Dr. Gorman asked.
She turned her head away, somehow embarrassed about what had happened to her. Dr. Gorman continued.
"You see what great pleasure your body can give you? Well, now we must teach you how to share that pleasure with others. Jane, I want you to suck my cock."
She didn't move. Jane heard him, but she simply couldn't move her body.
"Jane, suck my cock! Now!"
She still couldn't move her body. She heard him reach for something on the bed, and then her body jumped as a shock of electric current ran through her body.
"I know your mind wants you to do what I ask, Jane. Sometimes your body just refuses to react. We'll take care of that with this little prod. It carries fifteen volts, and it can hurt, Jane. Keep that in mind and do what I tell you. Suck my cock, Jane!"
Jane was sitting rigidly upright on the bed, but she remained motionless. Her eyes fixed on the doctor's. She saw a steel will she had never seen there before. It frightened her and she remained still. He reached out and placed the prongs at the end of the instrument against her bare breast and pressed the button.
"Aargh!" she cried as fifteen volts surged into her breast and through her body. Her legs kicked wildly and she fell on her side, every muscle in her body stiff and unyeilding. Gorman reached out and placed the prongs between her white hillocks, touching the brown dot deep in her crevice. He flicked the button and Jane's body flew into the air. "AAaaeeii!" she screamed as she fell off the bed onto the floor.
"Suck my cock, Jane!"
She scrambeled to her knees and flung her body between his legs. Her hands fumbled helplessly with the fly on his pants and finally got it open. She reached in and pulled, tugged his swollen member out and placed in in her mouth. Her mind was that of an animal. Her muscles tensed for the next shock, but none came.
"You see, nothing will happen to you when you do what you're told, Jane. Use your tongue and suck it!"
Life became a living hell for Jane Horner. Dr. Gorman was at her constantly with his instrument of torture, making her do all sorts of things to him and punishing her severely if she hesitated for only a moment. His penis became her god: she kissed it, licked it, fondled it and let him put it in every opening of her body. It was only when she was taking proper care of his penis that she was safe from the electric current shooting into her body.
She was never free of the sound of his voice. He talked constantly, telling her about all forms of sex and how she must conduct herself. His voice was an echo pounding into her brain relentlessly. Each day the echo became stronger, until finally Jane could hear it even when he was not in the room with her.
When they were together, Jane was required to sit on the floor in front of him with her head in his lap. Erect or limp, it was Jane's duty to keep his penis in her mouth at all times. It became automatic for her. She felt content when she had his penis in her mouth. She was safe from the long silver colored instrument, and that was the meaning of her life, to stay safely away from that object of terror.
"Undress me!" he commanded one morning when he walked into the room.
Jane rushed to him and began taking his clothes off. She held his penis in one hand fondling it while she used the other hand to unbutton his shirt and slip his clothes off. When he was naked, he placed his hand on her shoulder and pushed her down to her knees.
"Get behind me and lick my asshole, Jane!" he commanded. "I want you to lick it clean and then sink your tongue as far as you can up my ass."
Jane hesitated a moment too long. He took the instrument, which was now always strapped to his wrist, and placed it so that the prongs at the tip touched the lips of her pink slit. He held the button down and Jane's body writhed across the floor at his feet. She scrambeld to her knees and crawled around behind him. Taking the tan globes of his buttocks in her hands, Jane separated them and ran her tongue deep into the crevice. Pushing the wiry hairs at the entrance aside with the tip of her tongue, she licked the small brown bud that puckered before her. She made her tongue stiff and jabbed it inside the rubbery hole, moving it as far up as she could. Reaching between his legs, Jane took his throbbing penis in her hand. It was only then that she could feel safe.
Hours were spent breaking the language barrier. Dr. Gorman used the shining silver instrument as a pointer on Jane's body.
"What's this?" he asked, touching her breast with the prongs.
"My breast ... Aaeeii!"
"What is it?"
"I don't know what you want me to say ... Aaeeii! It's my TIT!"
"That's better. Now what's this?" he said placing the prongs against the golden crested mound between her legs.
"My vagina ... AAeeii! My cunt. My PUSSY!"
"And this?"
"My ass! Please don't do it again! Please!"
"And this I have in my hand?"
"Your penis ... Aaiiee! Your COCK! Please! Please, no more! I can't stand it!"
"What do you do to my cock?"
"I suck it. I lick it. I love it!"
"And what do you like to do most?"
"Fuck-Fuck-FUCK! I love to fuck!"
This was drilled into her hour after hour until her answers were automatic, without hesitation. She would meet him at the door each time he entered the room with the plea, "Please let me suck your cock!"
Jane's mind became the servant of her body.
On the eighth day Dr. Gorman brought one of the young men who worked on the estate into the room with him. He had the man strip down and then ordered Jane to kneel before the man and take his penis in her mouth. Jane hesitated a moment too long and Dr. Gorman jabbed the instrument between her legs and held the button down. Her body jerked and she fell to the floor screaming. He followed her, leaned down and placed the prongs in the crevice between her buttocks. Jane's body jerked again, and this time she raced to the other man and gobbled his erect penis into her mouth. She ran her tongue over its olive surface and sucked it eagerly, paying homage to the one thing that provided her any safety.
"Now kiss him, Jane!"
She pulled herself to her feet, one hand holding and fondling his penis. Placing her other arm around the man's neck, she planted her lips against his and probed his mouth with her moist tongue.
"Have him fuck you, Jane!"
She guided the man to the bed, her hand holding his penis like a handle. She placed herself on her back with her legs spread wide.
"Fuck me. Please fuck me!" she pleaded with the man.
He needed no further invitation. Positioning himself above her, he rammed his throbbing cock deep inside her belly and began a thrusting motion that made his balls slap against the white cheeks of Jane's ass. She gave herself completely to the pleasure the hot, surging cock was creating in her innermost depths. Her body went into spasms and she locked her legs behind his buttocks, pushing in with her heels to sink him even deeper inside her. Jane's nails raked his back and her tongue sunk far into his throat as their lips tangled in a hungry embrace.
"Fuck me. Harder! Sink that cock deeper!" she moaned as they both climbed the ladder of passion step by step. Her feet were beating his buttocks and her fists pounded his back like a kettle drum.
"FUCK. FUCK, YOU BASTARD!" she screamed as her passion mounted.
The man's hips became a ram, battering his piston on long, deep strokes up her cunt. Their bodies moved in a frantic motion and then, with a mighty convulsion, went rigid.
"Aargh!" she moaned deeply in her throat as she felt his molten juices spurting up inside her. Her own white, hot come encased his cock and boiled down his balls and over her cheeks. The man went to raise his body, but Jane's legs locked around him.
"NO! Fuck me again! Keep that cock inside me and fuck!" she insisted.
The man took a moment to recover, then began moving his hips once more. Dr. Guzman smiled, the sweet taste of victory and success in his mouth.
"I think she's almost ready," Dr. Gorman said, a satisfied smile on his face as he sat with Senor Guzman and Mark Wilson in the gazebo on the morning of the ninth day. "Of course all of this is tenuous at best. It's been done much too rapidly and she could slip into a regressive state at any time."
Mark had just returned from El Paso, Texas, where he had handled an emergency public relations problem for the organization when one of the Juarez warehouses had been raided unexpectedly. His bag had been sent to his room and he'd come directly to the gazebo for breakfast.
"Bring me up to date. I've been out of circulation almost all week," he said.
"Oh it's a long story, Mark," Guzman replied. "The doctor has had Miss Horner on a conditioning program, turning her into a sex machine as it were. Right, Doctor?"
"It could loosely be referred to as brainwashing, Mark, and I've had some remarkable success," the doctor answered as he signaled for a fresh cup of coffee. "In fact, I propose a small test. At this point Miss Horner needs some carrots dangled before her, some rewards for performing well. If you gentlemen don't mind a good blow-job before breakfast, I'd like to have her brought out here and make her perform. If she does well, I propose that she be allowed to remain here and have breakfast with us. That would be quite a treat after being caged in that room so long. She won't be allowed to talk to us until after she has sucked all three of us off. Then we'll engage her in polite conversation for a while. Senor?"
"I'm not exactly in the mood to have my cock sucked, but it's your experiment, Doctor. I'm game if Mark is."
"By all means!" Mark enjoined. "It'll be a novel experience, and I'm dying to see the new Miss Jane Horner."
Jane, warned in advance to prepare herself, appeared on the arm of one of the men a few minutes later. Her golden hair was combed and hung in smooth, soft waves to her shoulders. Her lips were a bright red, thanks to a lipstick borrowed from Consuela by Dr. Gorman. She wore a loose-fitting white silk robe and her eyes sparkled brightly at the prospect of being allowed out of the room.
"I don't think you need that robe with us, Jane," Dr. Gorman said softly. "Why don't you take it off?"
Jane immediately loosened the belt and let the robe drop to her feet. Her large, ripe breasts quivered in the fresh air and she stood with her legs slightly parted so that the men could see the lips of her pink slit beneath the golden hair on her mound.
She cupped her breasts in her hands as Dr. Gorman had taught her and slowly swung her body in a full circle so that every inch of her creamy white skin came under their close scrutiny.
"My congratulations, Doctor," Guzman said. "Her body is perfect! Not a scratch on it."
"Jane," the doctor commanded, "I want you to get on your knees under the table here and suck each of our cocks. You're to suck until each of us fills your mouth with hot come. Do you understand?"
Jane nodded her head and moved to the table. She dropped to her knees and crawled underneath.
"Begin with this man," the doctor said, indicating Senor Guzman. "And if you do well there will be a lovely reward for you."
Jane scooted beneath the table, pulled Senor Guzman's legs apart, positioned herself between his knees and placed her head in his lap and unbuttoned the fly of his pants. She reached inside and pulled his limp organ out, planting small kisses along its soft shaft and running her tongue over the head. The feel of his jet black pubic hair against her lips excited her and she slowly sucked the soft rod fully into her mouth, capturing the small sack below in her hand and fondling it as she moistened his cock with her hungry tongue. She felt a quiver, then a tiny jerk in her mouth as his prick began to respond to her ravenous attack. It began to swell, pushing her tongue to the floor of her mouth and touching all sides with its increasing hardness. She pulled it out of her mouth and ran her tongue up and down the shaft. Then she nibbled on it gently, allowing her teeth to barely trace a line as she ran them along the swollen member. She licked the veins that stood out on the now fully erect prick and became excited as she felt a shudder in his thighs which were pressed against her shoulders. Jane's lips captured the head of the cock between them and began sucking it firmly into her eager mouth.
"Tell me about Juarez, Mark," Guzman said, ignoring the girl with her head in his lap.
Jane was surprised that the man could talk while his cock was so demanding in her mouth. She told herself she would just have to try harder.
"It wasn't much," Mark replied. "Mainly a foul-up on the part of Carlos. He hadn't paid the right man. There's a new inspector up there and Carolos was a little late in making the standard arrangement with him. Our merchandise was confiscated, but I've arranged for it to be returned once everything quiets down. The newspapers took some handling, but it's all taken care of now. I would suggest we ship a new stock in right away. It could be a couple of months before everything's returned and we might run short for a while."
"Holy Mother of God! This girl can really suck a cock!" Guzman moaned.
Jane felt him approaching the moment and doubled her efforts. Her head bobbed up and down rapidly, her tongue wrapped around the surging member as she pulled it in and out of her mouth.
She felt the balls in her hand tighten, and then a gush of hot liquid raced into her mouth and down her throat. A feeling of perfect contentment flowed through Jane's body. She was pleased with herself. She used her probing tongue to wash his moist prick clean and then put it back in his pants, scooting across the floor to wedge herself between Mark's knees.
Senor Guzman was about to comment on Jane's performance, but the doctor placed his finger to his lips and cut him short. Guzman took the reprimand without comment, poured another cup of coffee, and lighted a cigarette.
"I'll take care of that today, Mark," he said. "Should I send a full shipment to replace what was confiscated?"
"I would," Mark replied, his mind elsewhere as the voracious mouth on his cock-head sent delights shooting through his blood-inflated penis. He looked down and saw Jane's golden hair framed against his black slacks. Who would have believed it? he asked himself as he watched her head bob up and down. She had one hand locked around the base of his organ, squeezing tight as she ran it in and out of her hot mouth. With the other hand she was playing with his balls, applying the exact amount of pressure to excite him.
He was as surprised as she was when his cock shot forth a steaming load of juice into her eager mouth. He'd had no warning, just suddenly exploded deep into her throat.
"Aahh!" he said, sitting back and lighting a cigarette. "That's the way to start the day!"
Jane licked him dry and moved over to place her head in Dr. Gorman's lap. She took his semi-erect penis her her hand and began licking it as the conversation continued above her. She knew they were trying to ignore her, but she felt triumphant in having overcome two of them already.
"What's this I heard about the Fedrales burning one of our fields the other day?" Mark asked, his senses returning.
"Politics, Mark, just politics," Guzman replied. "They had to have a field to burn to make headlines and please their American friends, especially with the conference coming on this weekend. They called me and we bickered about what field I'd let them have. I gave them the one in Morelia."
"You gave it to them?" Mark asked incredulous-ly-
"I didn't have much choice, did I? They had to burn a field of marijuana somewhere to keep the newspapers and the Americans happy. I tried to give them a smaller one, but they insisted it had to be something large. So I had the men harvest what they could and then clear out. One has to be practical, Mark."
The word marijuana registered in Jane's mind, but only as a dim echo. It was the first time she had heard the word down here and it should have told her a great deal. But Jane's mind was consumed with the job before her, sucking Dr. Gorman's cock. He was holding her head with his hands now and plunging his swollen prick deep into her mouth. She knew his release would come soon and she let her teeth scrape the shaft as he plunged in and out, her tongue wrapping around the throbbing organ. His hands pressed her head hard into his lap, mashing her lips into the wiry pubic hair at the base of his cock. She opened her lower lip wide and sucked part of his balls into her mouth as she felt him begin shooting the hot liquid into her. It seared her throat and raced to her belly, and Jane felt completely satisfied with herself.
They told Jane to get out from under the table and allowed her to put the robe on. Mark stood and offered her a chair, and she sat down with them. At a signal, breakfast was served, and they all chatted. Jane was the center of the conversation, and each man told her how pleased he was with her.
When she admired some of the flowers in the garden near the gazebo, Senor Guzman sent one of the maids over and had her pick some blooms and bring them to Jane.
Jane was happy, happier than she had been in a long, long time. People were talking to her, treating her like a human being, making her feel wanted. And she was out of that awful room! Lately she felt that the walls of the Game Room were closing in on her. She had wakened in a cold sweat several times, certain that the walls were upon her and smothering her. Now she was outside! The sun was shining, and everything smelled so marvelous! When Mark offered to take her for a stroll through the estate, she jumped up and took his arm with enthusiasm.
"What do you think?" Dr. Gorman asked as he and Guzman watched Jane and Mark walk through the gardens hand in hand.
"Excellent!" his employer replied. "Truly excellent! How long will it hold?"
"Oh, it could be permanent, if we had the proper time to finish the task. She may go into another regressive state, but we can even handle that, with time."
"Can she take an orgy?"
"I don't know. I think so, Avillo, but I'm not sure. She might break down, but I don't think so."
Senor Guzman came to his feet and walked to the edge of the gazebo in deep concentration.
"What I have in mind, Doctor, will be quite costly and require some arrangements. We can hardly afford to take a chance of her breaking down in the middle."
"Then I would suggest we gamble. It might set us back a few days or a week, but there is one way to find out how complete the conversion really is."
"What's that?"
"A return match with Paco. That's a shock for any woman. If Jane makes it through that, she'll make it through any orgy. Paco has already had her, and Jane detests him. If she can take him on and enjoys it, I'd say we were safe."
Guzman looked at the young couple walking along down by the stream. He could hear Jane's laughter as Mark obviously made funny remarks about the stream. He let his gaze wander to the sky and the dark, heavy clouds in the east.
"Arrange it for this afternoon. It'll give us something to do when the rains come."