Chapter 17

He had come once, then gone soft and now his cock was hard again. Debbie tenderly licked the soft ring of circumcised flesh capping his penis.

Anderson looked at Debbie. He had vented the frustrations and anger of the past two weeks by brutalizing this girl, whose only real crime was ac­cepting a free ride down to the beach.

It was none of his business that she was a pros­titute. She owed him nothing beyond a few pleasurable minutes in the sack. And she had done her job well. In fact, Debbie was fantastic in bed. And now, flexing his legs along the sides of her face as her lips bobbed up and down, sending exquisite jolts of passion through his cock, he felt guilty.

Yes, more than a little guilty for peeing on her face. That was not called for. He had peed on her and humiliated Debbie to tears. Perhaps she was not cut out to be a prostitute after all. But what gave him the right to punish Debbie just because she had not furnished the information he wanted?

It was silly. She didn't know his daughter. There was no reason that she should. And now, rising up, feeling his balls rolling between her fingers as she squeezed them gently, he thought that perhaps his search for Mary would go no further than this bedroom.

"Aaaaaaahhhh!" he gasped. A long ribbon of sperm ejaculated from his fuck hose and spewed into Debbie's warm, sucking throat. She wiggled like an eel, jerking him, sucking him with tender lips while fingers danced merrily at his scrotum. Her mouth went squish, squish, squish as he em­ptied down her throat.

When at last he finished and his cock had shriv­eled into a semi erection, he looked down at Deb­bie. She lay gasping at the foot of the bed. Rolling her head, he saw sperm had splattered like plaster across her lips. She was breathing heavily through her mouth. Her eyes were tightly closed, her long auburn hair was matted and unkempt. There were many things he wanted to ask this girl. She was pretty and well mannered and obviously came from a good home. There was much about her that he liked. She represented everything a father could hope for in his daughter. Closing his eyes, he could picture Debbie on the cheerleader squad at South­ern Cal, leading the football team to another Rose Bowl victory. She was bright and cheerful and could easily begin a professional career. So why end up in this sleazy hotel? How many other men had used her body to fulfill a few minutes of fun? How many times had her beautiful face been slap­ped? Her mouth abused and punished? Her cunt violated? Her asshole raped?

Debbie saw that Anderson was looking at her. She blushed. It was a feminine response, one that twisted Anderson into knots. He was not a callous animal. He was a tender, loving man, a proud husband, a devoted father. Debbie rested her head against his crotch, cuddling her face between his legs for warmth.

"Debbie," he began. His voice came out a dulled whisper. He cleared his throat and tried again. "Debbie, how did you end up in this hotel?"

She looked up, her eyes more curious than staring.

"Why do you ask?"

"You told me about the brothers that turn girls into prostitutes," he said. "But I can't believe they alone made you turn into a whore."

She laughed softly in a way Anderson found very appealing.

"It was not just them," she said. "You don't know about Madam Lavage, do you?"

He shook his head.

"Ms. Lavage is a sadist," said Debbie. "She puts the finishing touches on before we hit the street."

What could one woman do to a girl like Deb­bie? He had known her for less than a day. How had she changed?

"Ms. Lavage is a horrible woman," Debbie said.

"So tell me about her."

He moved back and let Debbie sit at the end of the bed. She saw his pecker flicker and grab­bed for it, but he pushed her hand away. For several moments, she sat fighting with her own con­science. It was a hell of a struggle. She broke out in a sweat. Her hands shook uncontrollably. Sev­eral moments passed before she looked up, her eyes streaming with tears, and spoke.

It was a sordid story, one so crude and inhu­man that Anderson was moved to action.

"And this happens to every girl?" he asked when she paused.

Debbie nodded.

Despite the obvious dangers, Anderson felt he must see for himself. Debbie listened to him, but she shook her head when he asked her to lead him to Ms. Lavage.

"It's too dangerous," she said. "There are too many guards."

"Like this one?" he said rising from the bed and throwing the door open.

The boy with the squashed nuts lay passed out on the floor where he had fallen.

"Now come on," he said. "I want to see for myself."

Halfway down the hall they heard moaning. It was an odd sound the thick hotel walls and the even thicker carpet effectively soundproofed the ancient hotel rooms, yet the sounds were audible.

They reached the last door and stopped. An­derson saw that Debbie was shaking all over. Her eyes were dilated from fright. He grabbed her by the arms and asked if this was the room.

She nodded.

Putting his ear to the door, Anderson heard a weak voice say, "Fuck! Fuck my cunt! Don't stop! Please, don't ever stop."

That was funny. It sounded like Mary. Oh, God that sounded exactly like his Mary!

His knees went weak and a cold chill went up his spine as he gripped the doorknob. The odds were a million to one that his daughter was behind that door.

He tried the knob and found it locked. The door was pine, perhaps a replacement for the or­iginal, not well built. He put his shoulder against the wood, pressing forward. Go on, he told himself. The wood will give. Go in and see.

Taking a deep breath, Anderson held the han­dle tightly. With sudden explosive force he slam­med against the wood. The wood gave, then re­sisted, then finally broke. He heard wood splinter­ing and a sharp pain in his shoulder as he came through, springing the door loose.

Immediately he heard a scream behind him. He spun low, expecting to be met by a fist, or a gun. But it was only Alfred.

He was standing behind the splintered door, holding his hard on.

Anderson looked hard. Who was this fool standing naked, holding his cock? Then he noticed the door had swung back violently. It had caught Alfred squarely, jamming his erection back into his groin.

"Ohhhhh!" he said, slumping to the floor. Anderson heard more noises. Only a fraction of a second had passed, but it seemed like an eternity. His eyes darted around, falling on the slumped, thin figure of a woman wearing vinyl boots. She was grinding her pelvis against the floor, moaning and screaming, slamming her boots on the carpet.

"Aaaaiiieeee!" she gasped.

Underneath the woman's grinding hips was the long, lean body of another woman. Anderson watched the girl's arms weaving in the air in slow motion, like long tendrils of kelp swaying in the ocean currents. Anderson was awestruck, his eyes bulging as the two naked bodies coupled together in an amorous embrace. One girl was hunching up and down, undulating like a snake. It was wild, heavy stuff as these two girls fucked each other. Almost as if she has a cock, thought Anderson.

And then he saw it. As Lavage rose, the thick white dildo stuck out of her cunt. "Ooooo!" groaned the girl underneath. The other end of the dildo was jammed deep in her juicy cunt.

"My God!" he gasped, seeing but not be­lieving. "They are fucking each other!"

A long, muscular arm came out of nowhere and wrapped around his neck. It was a man's arm and a strong one. A knee came up against his spine. His back arched like a bow. It was a searing, ter­rible pain. His lungs screamed for oxygen. His strength was slipping away as the arm squeezed his throat, wrenching his spine to the breaking point. Then he heard it.

"Aaaaahhhh! I'm commmming!" groaned Mary. The buzzing dildo exploded in her collapsed cunt. She seized it and humped away, screaming with more joy than she had ever felt before.

Mary, that's my Mary, Anderson realized. He lifted his legs, and summoning all his strength, curled into a ball and rolled back on the attacker.

Surprised by his move, John lost his armhold and found himself falling. He crumpled heavily to the floor as Anderson's head popped loose. Anderson rose unsteadily to his feet. He kicked out and caught John in the balls.

"Ohhhhhhh!" he gasped, holding his injured nuts. His scream of pain was matched by shouts of exquisite joy from Mary's open mouth. Lavage's skinny torso had been whisked aside and Mary was holding the dildo with both hands, driving the stout shaft in and out of her slit.

Anderson rose unsteadily, looked at his daugh­ter joy fucking her cunt, and almost crumpled back to the floor. It was an explosive jolt that took his breath away. He watched Mary flopping around like a fish out of water. That was his daughter, he kept repeating. That was his daughter over there!

He was so weak that crawling the few feet to his daughter's orgasmic body was sheer torture. His daughter had not seen him yet. Her eyes were shut. She concentrated on the white fuck stick.

Anderson watched, horrified, unable to do any­thing. Her fingers wrapped around the dildo. Her body was hot and sweaty and the odor of sex was overpowering. It hung like a thick cloud in the air. Faster and faster Mary's fingers worked.

Her cunt channel ached from the stabbing dil­do. The muscles cramped down tighter and tighter, squeezing like the jaws of a vise. Mary felt a shiver of joy, followed quickly by another and still ano­ther. Suddenly, the artificial cock disappeared in her slit and Mary was screaming at the top of her voice.

"Yaaaaaa!"

Her hips jerked and twisted and hunched. Electricity zinged through her cunt hole and up her spine and through her head. Her cunt squeezed down hard, spasmed with pleasure, then went soft.

"Ohhhhhh!" she gasped, flopping against the floor. Suddenly the dildo was alive and her cunt was going crazy and she was screaming. Mary was coming again!

Her father could only watch helplessly. His dick was hard as an iron stake, but he was too weak to fuck until his daughter turned her head, opened her fright filled eyes and groaned, "Help me, Daddy!" she moaned.

For an instant their eyes met, drawing father and daughter together in a passionate embrace. Anderson somehow dragged himself between his daughter's spread legs. Her slit was puffy, terribly bloated. He ran his shaking hand up her thigh, covering the thick mound which held him in a trance.

He wetted his fingers in her cunt juice and then lubed the end of his penis.

"Hurry!" gasped Mary. She felt caught between reality and fantasy. She saw her father and it didn't surprise her. Somehow she'd known he would show up. As he touched her skin, Mary was afraid to talk, afraid that he might just be a fig­ment of her imagination. Then his finger poked into her cunt and she gasped. That bony shaft, hard as a cock and just as big, was no illusion. And his hands, lifting up her buttocks, were not imagined. That was the real thing.

Anderson was moving fast and furious. He was not the same man who minutes before was too ex­hausted to move. Eagerly, he massaged his daugh­ter's cunt, making her slit soft with his two twist­ing fingers.

It was Mary, his own daughter! He couldn't get over the shock. As his cock came up the trembling inside of her thigh, inching closer to the moist fuck hole, he moaned to himself about the evil of incest. It would ruin her for life. She would hate him, he thought. Hate him and every other man. Yet he couldn't bring himself to stop now. She had the most beautiful cunt in the world. It was just begging for his huge cock. All around them were sounds of men groaning, and two women were watching him violate his daughter. Debbie and Ms. Lavage stood at either side, their eyes sparkling like diamonds.

I'm a bastard for fucking my own daughter, he thought, feeling his cock penetrating her pussy. I'll rot in hell for sure!

But nothing would drag him away. And as his shaft slid nicely up her twat, and as Mary rolled her hips, moving her cunt so juice and soft flesh helped him inside, Anderson laughed to himself.

He didn't really care what happened afterward. Like most loving fathers, Bob Anderson was finally doing what he had dreamt about all these years. And it was fantastic! Fucking fantastic!