Chapter 9
Killy's eye fluttered, then closed completely and rolled in her head. Her tits twisted hotly in Fred's hands. Her puckered asshole clenched and unclenched spasmodically on his lunging cock. Her pussy sucked Abe's cock. Big waves of cummy pleasure washed through her.
And that was just the beginning. After Fred pumped her squirming ass full of jism and Abe pumped her wrenching pussy full of thick cum, Tom and Pete took over. Tom worked his cock up into her ass, and Pete filled her cunt with stiff cock.
In a hot flash, Killy fucked her ass and pussy wildly on their drilling cocks and came so much that she drowned them both in her juicy cum.
Her ass churned and her cunt corkscrewed. Her pussy humped and her asshole sucked. The two giant cocks fucked her silly. She almost passed out when the horny men busted their nuts up her holes.
But still they fucked. Al screwed her asshole, and Fred, who had rested up, fucked her pussy, because he had already fucked her in the ass. In the end, each of the five men fucked her ass and her pussy.
Later, as she recuperated on the barn floor, Killy did her math on her fingers. Each man had fucked her pussy once, and each man had fucked her ass once. "Wow!" she gasped. "I was fucked ten times!"
If it had been up to her the vacation would have gone on forever, but Fred got a phone call from Florida.
Killy was in the room and she heard him say, "Yes, sir," a lot. The rest she didn't understand because he talked about some package that didn't need to be tied up but could be delivered right to his door.
A few hours later, as he fucked her on her bed-all the men had gone-she didn't know there was a connection between the phone call and what he said as he screwed her.
"I'm sending you down to Florida," he told her.
"You are!" she gasped.
"Yes. I have a friend down there who wants to meet you. You'll love it. Sunshine and swimming pools, beaches and picnics."
"But I want to stay here," she sobbed.
"I know, kitten," he said. "But Roger Blane is a very important man. You don't say no to him."
Killy pouted and said, "He doesn't sound like a very nice man."
"Well, he's nice to girls," Fred said.
He was right. But Killy didn't find that out for quite a while. First there was the jet ride down there. That was fun. And then there was the long drive in the limousine, but that was fun, too.
Fred had made her wear her minidress because a man at the Miami airport would recognize her by it. Sure enough, when she stepped off the big jet, a man in a black uniform and cap came right up to her.
"Killy?" he asked.
"Uh-huh."
"I'm Steven. Come with me, please." He got her luggage and led her to a long limousine.
He put her bags in the trunk and said, "Sit in the front with me."
When he was driving, he kept glancing at her, curious about her. He had never picked up a girl for his employer at the airport before. Usually, the pick-up was in the dead of night and the girl was bound, gagged and blindfolded, or rolled up in a rug.
Killy misunderstood his frequent glances. She smiled and said, "If you want to see my tits, just say so."
"Uhhh, yes," he said. "I'd like to see your tits."
So Killy drew the low neck of her dress down and tucked it under her thrusting young tits.
Steven glanced at them often.
He seemed shy or something, so Killy said, "Would you like to see my pussy, too?"
He couldn't turn that offer down. He nodded his head and Killy hiked her little dress way up onto her tummy. Steven stared at her furry young cunt and his cock got stiff in his pants.
When Killy saw the size of his bulge, she slumped a little on the seat and purred, "Can't we stop for a while?"
Steven found a place to park off the road and Killy reached over and grasped his big hard-on.
"Are you shy?" she wanted to know, and milked his cock.
Steven burst into laughter. If she only knew what his second job was. He was Roger Blane's official cherry-buster. It was his job to break the cherry of every virgin who turned up in the shipments, to prepare her for what was to follow.
"No, I'm not shy," he said, opening his pants. He worked his growing cock out of them.
She leaned down and stretched her lips over his cock. She gave it a big suck, a few licks, and moaned on it. She would have liked to suck it off, but her pussy got so hot she couldn't stand it.
She threw herself back across the seat and spread her pretty legs wide. "Mmm, fuck me . . . uhhh . . . what did you say your name was?"
"Steven." He chuckled, and got his cock between her thighs and into her horny young cunt.
Killy snaked her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth down on hers. She sucked his tongue nice as he urged his stiff cock into her pussy.
After just a few strokes of his cock, she moaned and wrenched her hot pussy on it. Her little clit stiffened and it scraped against his coarse pubic hair as she humped and screwed and fucked.
Steven reared back and plunged all of his cock into her cunt as if he were breaking a cherry. Killy gasped on his tongue and came wildly. Then she fucked with a passion that burned his cock and made it explode.
She whimpered with pleasure as his big cock pumped big wads of jism for her pussy. In return, she twisted her ass and screwed her tight pussy around and around on his gushing cock.
"Mmmmm," she moaned again when he finished with her. "That was a good one."
Her blue eyes twinkled and she smiled up at him.
"You really shouldn't be shy," she rasped. "Any girl would like that cock up her pussy."
Steven shook his head, put his cock away, and started the car. There was a long drive ahead of them. Killy noticed that.
"How much farther is it?" she wanted to know.
"About another hour," he said.
"An hour!" she rasped. "Where in the world are we going, for goodness sake?"
She pouted about it, but not for long. She thought about his big cock, and her pussy twitched.
"Steven," she said in a small voice. "Can we stop again?"
He laughed. She reminded him of his kid sister years ago. She had to stop a lot on a trip to go pee. But Killy had to cum. So he didn't mind stopping at all. He fucked her brains out.
When they finally got to where they were going and a guard in uniform opened big iron gates with a remote control, Killy sat up and gasped.
And when they drove up a long curved driveway, she looked ahead and rasped, "That's not a house! It's a mansion!"
"Almost," Steven chuckled. He parked and got out and said, "I'll take care of your luggage later. Come with me."
To Killy's surprise, the giant door opened without anyone knocking on it, and a pretty maid, not much older than Killy, let them in. She ran off before Killy could even say hello.
Steven went to a phone and talked into it without dialing a number, and Killy stared wide-eyed at the huge room, the big chandelier, the winding staircase, and plush carpeting.
A few moments later, a tall man in a silk robe came down the stairs. He had snow-white hair, flashing blue eyes, and a nice smile.
"You must be Killy," he said.
She smiled, too. "You must be Mr. Blane."
"Roger to you, kitten," he said, and Killy's clit tingled as much as her nipples.
He excused himself and took Steven aside where they whispered a lot. Steven did most of the talking into Roger's ear, and he kept nodding his head.
Then Steven said, "Will that be all, sir?"
"Yes," Roger said. "There is a shipment tonight."
"I'll take care of it, sir," Steven said, and left the house.
Roger put his big, strong arm around Killy's shoulders. "Come with me," he said. "I'll show you around."
He guided her up the big stairs and, as he talked with her about her trip, he stroked her cute, round ass. Killy smiled when his hand was on her ass, and her eyes sparkled. By the time they reached the top of the stairs, two of his fingers had pushed her dress in and he rubbed her pussy.
He led her down the long corridor to big double doors which he pushed open. The room was huge and dark, except for two curious things. On each side of the room was a bed, bright lights, cables and cameras.
"Golly!" Killy gasped when Roger led her to the left side of the room. There were men working the cameras and on the bed was a young girl. She was stark naked and spread-eagled with her wrists and ankles shackled to the four corners of the bed. There was a wide strip of tape over her mouth.
"Wh-what's going on?" Killy stammered, feeling a little uneasy.
Roger gave her ass a small squeeze. "I make movies," he said. "Didn't Fred tell you?"
"No," Killy said, staring at the poor girl. She had darling tits and an awfully pretty pussy. "What kind of a movie is it?"
"It's a documentary on the evils in American society," he lied. 'It's about a young girl who is kidnapped and raped and then sold into sexual slavery. She's a sex slave."
"Golly," Killy said in a breathy way. "That's terrible." She peered closer at the girl on the bed. "Is she all right?"
"Sure," Roger said, hiking her dress up in back. "She's a wonderful little actress, isn't she? One of our best. She makes a hundred dollars an hour for this."
"It looks almost real."
"It has to if we're going to get our message across," Roger said, stroking her naked ass.
Killy sighed. Her tits rose up like live things in her dress. Her pussy twitched.
"Can we go now?" she rasped. "It makes me . . . feel funny."
Roger took her out of the room and shut the big doors. So Killy never did see the two-hundred pound brute come out of the shadows, big and naked, with a massive cock that looked more like a weapon than an instrument of love.
And, because the room was soundproofed, she didn't know that the big man tore the tape off of the girl's mouth so her screams could be recorded while he fucked the hell out of her pussy.
All she knew was that Roger was a very rich man and liked her ass. As he played with it, he led her down another corridor and showed her into one of the many rooms.
The minute Killy saw her suitcases on the floor, she rasped, "This is my room?"
The maid she had seen downstairs was unpacking her things for her.
"Oh, wait!" Killy cried, but she was too late.
The young maid lifted Killy's favorite vibrator out of the suitcase. But she didn't say a word about it. Neither did Roger. The maid put it in the drawer of the small dressing table, right where Killy would have thought of keeping it.
"You freshen up," Roger said. "Cora will help you with anything you need. I'll be back with a couple of friends I want you to meet." He squeezed her ass and left.
Killy moved around the huge bedroom in wonder. One whole wall was mirrored, so it looked like two big rooms! And two Killies! And two Coras! It was breath-taking, to say the least.
Her breath really would have been taken if she'd known that the whole wall was a two-way mirror, and that right behind it, sitting in a row of big leather chairs, was a group of men watching every move she made.
"Your bath is ready, Killy," the maid said.
"It is!" Killy chirped, and looked down the room. There was a huge bathroom there, all right, wide open and luxurious.
"Here, let me help you," Cora said, and unzipped Killy's dress in back. Without saying why, she gently turned Killy to face the big mirror, and she peeled her dress all the way down her lovely body to her small feet.
Killy thanked her and stepped out of her dress and sandals at the same time. Beautifully naked, she looked at herself in the mirror and cupped her proud, jutting tits in her hands.
Squeezing them gently, she parted her feet a little more and gazed at her furry young cunt. It always surprised her that no matter how many cocks fucked it, it still looked like the pussy of a virgin.
"You're very pretty," Cora said by her ear. "And you have a perfect ass." Her hand smoothed over Killy's firm asscheeks.
"Well, thank you!" Killy said hotly. "But you'd better not do that. Roger has been feeling it ever since I got here!"
"What will happen if I don't stop?" Cora teased.
"I think you know," Killy sighed.
Cora smiled prettily and said, "Come take your bath. I'll wash you."
And she did. She stripped naked and got into the big tub with Killy. She soaped a soft sponge and caressed Killy's tits with it.
"Stand up," she said, and when Killy did, she stroked her pussy with the sponge, back and forth, back and forth.
Killy set her foot up on the edge of the tub, which opened her thighs wide, and Cora kissed her fresh young pussy. Killy gasped. So Cora slipped her hands up to Killy's cute ass and pulled gently till her pussy was humped out. Then she licked it all over.
"Cora!" Killy gasped. "Golly! You know what that does to a girl!"
"Mm-hmm," Cora moaned and licked her tongue up into Killy's cunt.
A little later, when Cora sucked her clit, Killy gasped, "You want me to cum!"
So she did. She tossed her head and mauled her tits and humped her hot pussy on Cora's exciting mouth. She shivered all over and came a good one that left her panting.
She was still panting when Cora dried her whole body slowly and teasingly. By the time the maid was finished drying her tits, Killy felt as hot as if she'd never cum.
"Let's get you something nice to wear," Cora said, and went to a closet behind folding doors. Killy ambled over and looked at all the girls' clothes, everything from jackets to nighties.
"Goodness," she said. "Does Roger have a granddaughter, too?"
Cora just brought out a sexy blue nightie and handed it to Killy. "Here. Put this on."
"Shouldn't I dress for dinner, or something?"
"Later," Cora said. "Lounge in this for now."