Chapter 10
After they had crossed the border into Tijuana, Chet drove through the streets like he was an old hand at these things. All the way down, his conversation had been enigmatic.
"Where are we going?"
"You'll see."
"What do I do when we get there?"
"You'll see. I'll tell you."
"Tell me now," Cynthia said, the Scotch she'd had somewhat fogging her mind and making her belligerent.
"Okay," Chet said with a sigh. "You just go out on a little stage, pretend you're waiting for your boyfriend to come, and then you do a little striptease."
"And then what?"
"That's all. Who knows what will happen after?"
"That's what I'm afraid of."
"Don't you trust me?" he leered at her.
"Frankly, no."
Chet managed to look hurt. "Didn't I give you all the prints I had?"
"All the prints you had on you. How do I know there are not hundreds more?"
"My word."
"Your word," she said with scorn.
They pulled up to a big house on the outskirts of town. It was easy to see whoever owned the place had plenty of money. It was also easy to see, from the cars parked outside; the Caddys, the Rolls', the Jags, and TR-4's, that the people inside weren't hurting either.
Chet steered her in a back door and down a dark hall. Off to one side, Cynthia could hear the murmur of voices and the kind of laughter that swells when a party is in full swing. To her surprise, there actually was a stage with a red velvet curtain. Chet led her out and explained once again what she was to do. All she had to do was pretend that the audience wasn't there, that she was alone in her bedroom at home.
There was a table and divan on the stage. On the table was a picture of a man. All she had to do was come out on stage, look longingly at the picture, then strip naked, lay down on the divan, and caress herself. That's all she had to do. She and Chet had gone over it a hundred times. Once she had completed her chores, the curtain would come down and they'd drive back to the city and he would give her the negatives.
All the time he was talking to her and telling her about the stage and how the lights would affect her, he was plying her with drinks. They drank tequila together, with Chet showing her the way to bite the lemon then lick the salt. Cynthia was eager to drink all that she could because she knew it wasn't going to be easy for her to do this thing. She was aware that she was submitting to blackmail. She had made up her mind she was going to strip for these strangers, then get those negatives and never see Chet again.
As one last gesture, one last little preparation, Chet appeared with one of those funny-looking cigarettes in his hand. "Hashish," he said. "Everybody in the audience is smoking it, no reason why you shouldn't."
Cynthia already had enough booze in her to make her reckless and saw no reason why she shouldn't at least try to enjoy what was going to happen to her. She had one last suspicion: "Are you sure there are no more cameras around?"
Chet shook his head. "The people out there wouldn't stand for it. They're all too rich and too powerful."
"Well, this whole thing seems too easy."
"Just pretend there's no audience there." He looked over his shoulder. "They're just about ready. Here, take one more drag."
Cynthia inhaled deeply and held the sweet, sickening smoke in her lungs as long as she could, then released it. Almost as if on cue, the curtain went up.
She found herself bathed in light. A collective, appreciative 'Aaaaahhh!" came from the other side of the footlights. She couldn't see them and it was just as well. Heavy pungent smoke drifted under the tiny spots that lit up her little world. The hashish had affected her and she stood absentminded, trying to remember what it was she should do.
To the audience, she was innocent-looking and one of the loveliest young things they had ever seen. She looked at the picture on the table and a look of melancholy actually came over her face.
Cynthia picked up the picture from the table, looked longingly at it for a moment, then pressed it tenderly to her full breasts which were clearly beneath the tight black dress she wore. She placed the photo gently on a pillow on the divan, pretended it was Mike, and slowly began to undress.
She was wearing a long gown and she slipped it slowly upward, exposing her high-set calves-then the full well-rounded thighs. The black of her long silk stockings, held in place by a dainty, lace-trimmed garter belt, contrasted sharply with the creamy ivory of her exposed flesh.
Cynthia could hear sounds of delight as the dress snaked its way over her head and her beautifully rounded torso emerged. She liked the feeling of having some power over men's emotions. She liked the idea that her body could so arouse men. Her bra fell to the floor with a flick of her fingers and the full beauty of her firm, ripe breasts swung into freedom. They stood high and proud in the stage light and their quivering turgid nipples stood out on the luscious half spheres, peaking higher as she raised her arms high above her head, pulling her long hair up, then releasing it to cascade softly over her alluring shoulders.
She was almost naked now, in high heels, long black hose, the garter belt, and the thin wisp of sheer panties, all supplied to her by
Chet. She smiled slightly, thinking with a thrill what strippers must feel like. She turned and bent over slowly, her back to the audience, and drew the silk panties tantalizingly down over her curved hips and buttocks-brushed them sensuously against her smooth thighs and calves, then discarded them at her feet by the dress. She stretched languidly and teasingly turned to the front. All her delicious nudity was exposed now-from her high, rounded breasts to the soft, dark triangle of her womanhood.
Cynthia lay, fully naked, on the divan now, the picture of her lover in her hands. She thought of Dan and of the night with the others. The audience could see she was becoming aroused and marveled at what they thought was her acting ability. Yet, she was aroused, aroused and needing release!
There was an audible gasp from the audience as her free hand began to massage her breasts in tiny teasing circles, tweaking the soft nipples into sudden throbbing hardness. Cynthia's legs scissored open and closed slowly, exposing the thin slit of her vagina nestled teasingly in the soft dark hair between her thighs. Her feet were pointed directly at the heavy-breathing audience watching her slowly work herself up into a burning passion. It came on her so quickly, so unexpectedly. All she did was think of the time with Dan and Buck and the others and she was aflame with abandoned passion. Her buttocks twisted against the mattress as though she wanted to bury herself in it. Sheer wanton desire reflected in her eyes.
She writhed more lasciviously now, as though being attacked by some unseen lover. She had placed the picture of her "lover" on the bedside table and both her hands were running over her body, while in her mind she was chanting over and over, just once more, just one more time!
Her fingertips danced over the flat ivory belly, coming to rest at the vee of her soft, down-covered crotch. She groaned on the stage at the sudden contact of her fingers with the moist slit between her thighs and pulled her knees up, her toes on the mattress. Then she straightened her legs like two beautifully carved ivory columns above the bed. With a deep groan, she let them fall wide apart, exposing to the excited onlookers the moist glistening furrow between. Her fingers clawed at the soft, hair-covered lips and spread them slowly apart until the pink wetness was fully visible and the mouth-like orifice opened hungrily. The half-moons of her rounded buttocks shone in the stage light. Her tiny anus nestled mysterious and inviting below the swollen and agitated lips.
The audience gasped in disbelief as Cynthia slowly inserted a middle finger into the glistening pink flesh, stroking the tiny bud-like clitoris.
Cynthia directed her fogged, desire-laden eyes offstage. She really hadn't meant to go this far, yet she was powerless to stop! When were they going to bring down the curtain? Just a little strip, he had said, to tease the men a bit. . . Run your hands over your body and that's it, that's all. That's what Chet had said. Why didn't they ring down the curtain?
She was becoming possessed. She inserted another finger and sawed back and fort,. Her frustration and excitement grew by each thrust and she found that she was twisting and pumping her hips in a lewd way, trying desperately to get some Satisfaction and last out the curtain. Where in hell was Chet? she wondered.
She writhed under her own fingers driving her toward an uncontrollable passion. The rapid rhythm drove grunts of pleasure from deep in her throat as the fingers sunk into the tight pint opening, making a moist, sucking sound as she withdrew then pushed them in again. Her face as becoming red-straining for a climax. She groaned in frustration now as she thrust three fingers now deeper and harder. They were not enough. Her head rolled from side to side on the pillow on the divan, her long hair flying in frustration at her inability to bring herself to a climax, even though she knew people were watching. Still she tried, her hand beating a wild staccato against the spread while she strained her buttocks, the grunts faster and louder with each passing second.
Suddenly, a giant German shepherd leaped onstage and up onto the divan. Cynthia's eyes widened in terror and she jerked the back of her hand to her mouth to keep from screaming. She moved to lower her legs and roll from the bed, but the dog stood and growled viciously in warning. Cynthia was frozen in the position of masturbation-thighs spread and with her knees drawn up to her breasts. She didn't dare move or call out as the huge dog growled menacingly over her, his great panting head just above her defenseless, upturned crotch.
A shock wave ran through the audience at the sight of the huge dark dog and there was a collective intake of breath as everyone leaned forward to see exactly what would happen next. What would the girl do? What would the dog do? It looked to each of the observers that they were going to get their money's worth.
The giant German shepherd lowered his head to the helpless girl's soft hair-covered crotch and sniffed it. His tail wagged and He trembled as though he had found a bitch in heat. Cynthia moaned in terror as the cold nose suddenly made contact with her tiny puckered anus. She was too afraid and too stoned and fogged with drink to move as his tongue snaked out and licked wetly up and down the crevice around it, the tip burrowing slightly into the outer fleshy anal ring.
For a moment, she tried to squirm away but the dog raised his massive head and growled again and began greedily lapping the narrow pink slit between her thighs. The beast ran his tongue over the full length of it, from the tight closed little pucker, up over the fluted pink edges of her cunt and over the tiny sensation bud atop her pubic mound.
His great tongue spread through the soft, hair-covered lips like a knife through soft butter. It flicked relentlessly between the girl's widespread legs, stopping sporadically to curl its way deep into her gaping cunt. She jerked spasmodically as she squirmed under the German Shepherd lapping and sniffing at her loins.
The audience became excited by what it saw as the dog relentlessly attacked the open cunt with his tongue. Cynthia was doing everything in her power to fight it, but she was gradually giving in. They were amazed and electrified by the change that came over the girl on the bed. The frightened moans that had come from the girl's terror-contorted face changed to soft mews of involuntary pleasure-pleasure that Cynthia did not want and had set her mind against, but that the slithering thick tongue licking at her had forced her to enjoy. She raised her hands, held them in indecision for a moment above her squirming body, then dropped them to grasp the dog's ears.
With a deep animal sound, she kicked her legs back over her head and pulled his nose forward into her well-lubricated cunt. His giant tongue thrust up the moist passageway like an attacking lizard, ravishing her up-thrust crotch without mercy. Wild, incoherent shrieks streamed from her lips, pleading and encouraging the dumb animal salivating between her writhing, upturned buttocks. He worked like the savage beast he was, the rutting lust of the wild driving him.
The great animal now began nuzzling the lust-paralyzed crotch of Cynthia who let out a moan and relaxed her whole body. The dog began pushing his massive head between her pelvis and the mattress. Amazingly, he was lifting Cynthia's buttocks from the bed. What he wanted was plain and Cynthia knelt obediently, elevating her spread buttocks, bending before the huge animal in abject surrender. The relentless tongue had lashed her to servile defeat, crushed what resistance she had with its vigorous and unremitting attack on her sensitive organs for interminable minutes.
Cynthia was on all fours and the huge dog mounted the spread rounds of her buttocks, paws on her back. It was then that most of the audience noticed the tight leather pouches that had been tied over the animal's paws to keep him from tearing her to pieces. The glistening scarlet penis slipped from its huge sheath, dripping, the tapered point slipped and danced in the hot wet crevice as the animal trembled and jerked, trying to bury the tapered point and the thick shaft in her body.
Sobbing with lust and shame, Cynthia looked around, shifting her round buttocks to try to capture the lengthening shaft. like a bitch in heat, she strove to sheath the long scarlet organ in her voracious grasping vulva. The sharp tip missed, slid up to find the momentarily relaxed anus, and attempted to enter. With a cry, she tensed and evaded the bending, up-slipping prod in fright but the huge dog returned immediately to the attack, having tasted success. However, he thrust blindly, the thin point sliding unsuccessfully beneath into the soft hair-nested crevice, rubbing against her clitoris. The hot scarlet of his jabbing penis contrasted startlingly with the fevered pink of the girl's passion-inflamed cunt, spreading the lips wider as his still unhoused rubber shaft rubbed between them.
Everyone crowded forward, their bodies touching and caressing as they watched the huge beast bucking madly behind the moaning girl, attempting to skewer her on the still-lengthing taper of his huge dripping penis. Out of control now, the dog growled in desperation and Cynthia gave a wild cry of her own as she reached back and, grasping the slippery organ, guided it into the pink red slit, spreading it wider and wider apart with each forward thrust.
Groans of disbelief rippled through the room as the giant dog jerked forward and buried his huge cudgel deep into her squirming cunt, slithering forward with a wet rush until it sunk to the hilt, his hairy balls swinging below her wet pubic hair. A moan of relief came from her lips as she began to move rhythmically, meeting the thrusts of the panting dog.
As the forelegs trapped her waist, she began to undulate her body and move her buttocks in circles, abandoning herself to the delicious animal fucking she was receiving from behind. Her face twisted sideways toward the excited audience so that they could see the full effect it was having on her nervous system. Her face was contorted in rapture from the delicious screwing the dog was giving her. Her large taut breasts moved in time to the skewering cock of the dog as he slid, deep into her from behind, a relentless hot poker of glistening flesh which buried itself in her belly.
The audience watched Cynthia go completely out of her mind as she shouted encouragement to the dumb beast through clenched teeth. She was begging him to fuck her harder and faster and to spew his cum up her cunt. She wanted to be filled with the animal sperm in her drugged madness and that was all that mattered. Cynthia was no longer human but a quivering mass of sweating, lust-deranged flesh that begged to be subjugated. She was reveling in the humiliation at being screwed by this panting beast in front of the crowd and ground her buttocks back against his hairy, jerking body like another animal. Rivulets of moisture were building in the crevice of the girl's rotating buttocks. They glistened in the light of the stage and droplets ran slowly down the backs of her thighs, soaking the hose on her straining thighs.
Suddenly there was a cry from the stage and Cynthia found herself twisting her head from side to side wildly, her long hair churning on the divan. She was in the beginning throes of an orgasm and screwed her buttocks greedily against the dog like a she-demon. The giant animal's tongue hung from his mouth as he fucked into the waving buttocks from behind, saliva dripping from his jowls onto her back.
She screamed suddenly and rammed back against the dog wildly just as he jerked forward and his cock began spitting its sperm in hardy spurts deep in her clasping vagina.
Everyone watched in fascination as Cynthia's buttocks began contracting uncontrollably, signaling her own orgiastic upheaval deep in her quivering belly. Thick white fluid came from her tight cunt and oozed down the ivory columns of her thighs. Her buttocks glistened, displaying soaked pubic hair and pink flesh as she pitched forward on her face, unconscious, the rapidly deflating cock of the dog slipping from her mauled passageway with a sucking sound that echoed through the stunned silence of the room.
Cynthia was obviously out cold and the dog stood over her, wagging his tail in obvious appreciation. He dropped his head to her widespread crotch and quivering cunt. He gulped at it hungrily as all watched until at last there was no more, then he lay down contently between her open legs, his giant head nuzzled gently into the soft vee of her ravished pelvis.
The curtain closed slowly. Once the curtain was drawn, there was plenty of action on both sides of the curtain. On one side, couples were entwined in passionate embraces. On the other side, Chet saw to it that the dog trainer led the big animal away from Cynthia's body, then he threw a robe over her and helped carry her offstage.
When she awoke, she lay exhausted, unable to move or speak. She didn't know where she was but she knew where she had been. She knew just what Chet had done to her. He had tricked and humiliated her again.
Humiliation!
Wasn't that what it was all about? Wasn't that what she had felt with such delicious glee so many times before, because of Chet? Wasn't humiliation all part of the whole thing? Mike had never humiliated her. He had always being so kind and considerate. No, there was something different, something strangely thrilling to be screwed by a dog in front of people and know that somebody tricked you into it. Why? To humiliate her! Chet, or whatever his name was, understood that aspect of her. He understood something about her that no other man, not even Mike, knew about her. She had loved the orgy with Dan and his friends. She had thrilled and loved the dog even though it frightened her. She loved depravity and when she got hot enough, when she was really into it, she could think of things to do that would make most of what happened look like a Sunday School picnic.
She closed her eyes and rested, waiting for Chet to come. She knew he would, sooner or later, come for her. And he would have a proposition or deal in mind. She shut her eyes and rested. She was going to need all the strength she could gather in order to prevent him from convincing her she should do whatever else he wanted.
She loved sex and she loved depravity. She was beginning to feel like she'd like to try every conceivable sex act in the world just once. Yet she knew she would kill herself if she went on this way. She didn't know how she knew this dire prophecy; she just knew she knew it. She had to, for the sake of sanity and her marriage and Mike, try to find some way out of it.
She lay naked under a robe and tried to breathe quietly, thinking, a deal is a deal. He must give me the pictures and the negatives.