Chapter 1
Claudie walked along 57th Street, her lovely little ass smiling at all the men she passed. For a nineteen year old country girl she was learning fast. It was three months since she had left her aunt's home in Delaware, and not one moment of that time had been spent in regret.
She glanced at a clock and her steps quickened. "Only five minutes to get back. I hate to make him angry." Her boss, Mr. Stephen Wolff, valued every second of her time, and he bought a lot of it. Park Ave. apartment, dinner several times a week, not to mention all those little presents needed to buy a special bonus from her. The last diamond bracelet was good for just a fifteen minute blow-job. Claudie explained it all in terms of inflation. Mr. Wolff loved it.
"Ouch, damn it. This fucking heel broke again." She had just begun to learn "bad" language and it was great. She just itched every time she heard that word. Claudie stumbled into a hallway and bent down. Next thing she knew she was lying spread-eagled on a very hard, white table, and the humming of a plane filled her ears.
"Pretty little piece this time, huh Larry. How much do you think she'll bring?"
"She looks like she's good for about fifteen hundred, but she feels like she's good for a million."
"What the hell is going on," Claudie began to say, but she didn't. Instead she groaned, part pleasure and part pain as she felt two strong fingers rubbing her rosy little clit.
Claudie came to her senses and looked up. Her copper hair was the first thing she saw, the second thing was her soft white titties and hard pink nipples peeking up from under her hair.
"Where am I," she managed to mumble.
"In good hands baby, so don't you worry," the one called Larry said. "You're going to a party, child, and you're travelling first class."
"Please, please, I want to go home." She was getting scared, and she began to sound desperate.
"Let's cut the crap Larry, and get a piece of this action. I've got a hard-on that could break a brick wall."
"Go ahead Mac, she's all yours. I'll watch for a while though, to make sure you don't damage the merchandise."
"You know modesty isn't my best point, Larry," Mac said as he unzipped his fly. "And we always were a good team."
"If you need any help Mac just wave that cute little cock of yours three times, and you know I'll come running. After all what are friends for?"
"Open your pretty eyes baby and then your mouth. I've got something I want to tell you about."
As her eyes opened, Claudie got a thorough look at something that was neither cute, nor little. A gigantic hairy prick was staring her right in the face.
"Hey Larry, she's impressed. Come on baby, play a song on my organ." Both the men had a good laugh over that, and then they got down to business.
"Leave me alone. Let me up." Tears starting streaming from Claudie's soft, dark eyes. Anyone less intent might have been moved by her terror, but not Mac. He was one horny mother.
"If you ain't a virgin it won't be anything new, or not much anyway. If you are baby, there's always a first. So open your pretty pink honey lips and suck my cock like you loved every minute, or you'll be real sorry. I'd hate to think you didn't like me."
Like him, good God, she hated him. He was one of the ugliest men she had ever seen. Short and horribly skinny, she was beginning to wonder how his body could support that huge hairy thing his friend called "cute." She started to giggle at the thought, and then screamed as a hard hand smacked her right across the face.
"I'm done playing games. Start sucking."
Mac's hands pried her mouth open, and he plunged himself into her warm wet mouth. Claudie gagged and tears of surprise and pain sprang to her eyes. Mac just pumped and pumped, groaning and squeezing her cheeks and lips as he got closer and closer to a bursting orgasm.
Claudie strained at her bonds with a strength she didn't know she had. Leather thongs bound her hands and feet painfully, and a twelve inch prick was rammed up to the hilt in her helpless moist mouth. "Not much chance to scream for help," she thought, and gagged as she started to laugh.
Then she felt a new sensation, and her tightly bound legs began to wriggle provocatively as two strong male fingers prodded and parted her tender pink cunt lips with little of the gentleness she was used to.
Between gasps Mac said, "couldn't wait, could you Larry. Give her a few pokes for me." Mac couldn't say any more as he was just starting to pump his sperm into Claudie's white throat.
"God, God, it's so good I'm dying. Aaagh, you bitch, you bitch." He was slapping her cheeks and pulling at her hair in earnest now, and between the pain at her top and the pleasure at her bottom end Claudia started to come in her confusion.
"She's some hot pussy Mac. Hey, you done yet?" Exhausted with lust Mac was happily biting her nipples. Finding her mouth free for the moment Claudie screamed and sobbed hysterically. Mac kissed her hard on her wet lips and started to untie her bonds.
"What you doing Mac?" Larry asked.
"It's your turn now partner and I'm just trying to make things as pleasant as possible for you. Anyway the poor girl's circulation must be cut off and I want to make her comfortable. That's the least I can do for her."
He helped Claudie to a sitting position. Her sobs stopped soon and then she looked around her.
For the first time she saw Mac's face, and it really surprised her. It was actually rather pleasant, with dark brown eyes smiling lips, and soft gray mustache.
She's looking at my hair Larry. Lady I'm twenty-six but all my hair's gray. On my head anyway," he amended.
Claudie got over her shock, and then thought how rude it had been to stare. Then she remembered just who they were and her anger and fear returned.
"Where are you taking me. Please, please tell me. Am I being kidnapped? Do you want money?" A hundred questions were in Claudie's mind, but mainly she wondered what her boss Mr. Wolff would be thinking. "He'll think I ran away from him. Oh no. He'll be so angry and hurt. His pride won't let him look for me. I'm lost. Lost to the world, and no one wants to find me." As she realized the hopelessness of her situation Claudie began to think of how she could best take care of herself. "Maybe if I'm nice to them ... ?"
"I think she deserves a few answers, Mac. Listen honey, ever hear of Roman orgies? You're going to one. Mac and me we earn our living by picking out suitable material, such as you my dear, and carrying you off to some freaky young people who own this mountain. Seems like they have so much money they don't know what to do with it all. They're crazy. They pretend they're Romans, see, and you're going to be one of their slaves. Just do as you're told, and you might even have some fun."
"You're kidding," she said. "You've got to be. They sound insane. You won't take me there, will you. I'll do whatever you want, only take me back to New York."
"Sorry honey," Mac said, "but this is our living. It may seem a little cheap but you're worth a good fifteen hundred. It's too bad, but in less than an hour we've got to deliver you."
"Less than an hour?" Larry said. "Glad you reminded me. Now, that you're in a better mood my dear I think it's time you made my flight a pleasant one. What's your name by the way?"
"It's Claudie, and I'm not in a better mood." While she was talking her hand was moving over the table next to her, and a second later she had a large glass ash tray firmly grasped between her fingers.
Her breasts trembled as she aimed her weapon at Larry's head. Even then he couldn't help noticing her firm white belly and soft thighs. And the delicate mountain of soft copper hair covering her cunt, that was too much. He lunged forward and had a handful of the hair on her mound between his fingers when that forgotten ash tray came down on his head.
"Ow," he cried, and both his hands came up to his head. "Get that bitch, Mac," he screamed as Claudie started to make off for the front of the plane. That tantalizing white ass wasn't hard to follow, and a minute later a struggling Claudie was dragged back to face the consequences.
"Easy Larry," Mac said as he saw the gleam of anger in his partner's eye. "Undamaged, remember."
"Sure Mac, I'm not forgetting. Hold her while I get some rope."
It seemed like just seconds later and there she was on that hated table again. Only this time things were a little different. Her arms were tied behind her back, and a long whip of rope ran from under her armpits and around the table. Her ass was all the way on the end of the table with her knees raised high and far apart. They had bound her feet and movement was almost impossible.
Larry walked up to her. "Ever been speared baby?" he asked, as he took his middle finger and shoved it all the way up her pretty little asshole.
"Stop it, please stop it," she screamed. It was such a painful and uncomfortable feeling that she wondered why she liked it.
"Hurts, does it? Then I know just what you need." Saying it, he unzipped himself and stepped out of his pants. Mac might have been big, but Larry didn't run second to anyone she'd ever seen. His cock was monstrous, and that throbbing purple tip had something on it's mind all of its own.
Larry knelt and gave her asshole a few licks. "Just moistening it a bit, baby. Saves a lot of wear and tear. God, you've got a tight little hole. I hope it hurts plenty."
With no further words Larry started thrusting. It was hard work but there was no stopping that tool from moving in.
"Stop fighting it baby, it's going to feel great. Mac, will you gag this banshee. The noise she's making is very disturbing."
"Sure thing," Mac said, and laughed a little. "Just not building them like they used to. No stamina."
With that thick gag in her mouth Claudie choked on her screams. Her eyes were blinded in tears. She felt like she was being ripped open, and the embarrassing part of it was that she was beginning to enjoy it. Pain and all.
"Damn it, I'm coming. This little bitch is squeezing it out of me." Larry pumped and pumped, like it was the last thing on earth he was ever going to do. He grabbed her pussy and molded and rubbed it in his hands, and then started pulling apart and pinching her buttocks.
With a final yell of sheer ecstasy and the following whimpers of exhaustion he pulled his soiled and wet prick out of her now dripping hole.
"I've never had one as good, never. For all that screaming she moved like a pro. I thought she was going to pinch it off." He looked at her lying motionless and blushing, and said "untie her, will you, and tell her to go wash up. If I look at her spread like that much longer I'm going to get horny again, and too much is bad for my health."
Claudie was afraid to think of what she looked like lying there with her legs in the air. She could feel all kinds of moisture dripping down her buttocks, and was very grateful she couldn't see the mess she knew was there. Her asshole was throbbing and she somehow felt empty.
After she was untied she walked off quietly to the bathroom and cleaned herself up. She even put on make-up automatically, and combed her hair. Somewhere in the back of her head she could hear her aunt saying that appearances were important. "First impressions, you know dear, last a lifetime." She wondered what clever saying her aunt would use to fit these circumstances.
When she stepped out Mac handed her a strange white dress.
"It's called a toga. You'll get used to wearing them. It looks very well on you. I hope the sandals fit."
Claudie mumbled something and slipped on the sandals. Even if it was a toga it felt good to be dressed again. Her naked body seemed somehow shameful and the praise that Larry had given her hit her like a slap. How could she have enjoyed it. It was rape, that's what it was. And no normal girl would enjoy rape, of that she was sure.
"Better sit down now honey, and fasten your seat belt," Mac said. Claudie felt almost grateful to him. He was so much nicer to her than Larry.