Chapter 6
Drew James played the next night as never before. A single spotlight illuminated him, as his fingers ran deftly over the keyboard keeping his audience spellbound, with a rendition of Harbor Lights. When he finished, and the lights went up, the crowd went crazy, showering the handsome, muscular young pianist with a standing ovation. His wife sat in the rear of the club, with tears in her eyes. She was moved not only by the brilliant, melancholic performance of her husband, but by the misery and unhappiness of their lives as well.
If only this audience knew, she thought, if they only knew the truth about the Star Club, of the brutality of Lou Grady. If they could only see the bruises and wounds on Drew's body, maybe they would be so outraged that they would help.
But then the sad young blonde realized that nobody would believe her. They would think she was making up a story, or was some kind of a nut. That sort of thing only happened in movies didn't it? Or on television. No, there was nothing to be done. They had been foolish and naive, involving themselves with gangsters without realizing it, and now there was nothing to be done, nothing except what Grady wanted them to do.
"Hey, Candy, what's the matter?" It was Bill, the sandy-haired, genial bartender. He had a break from the bar and came over to the pianist's wife's table. "You're crying."
"Oh, don't ask, Bill ... maybe I'll tell you someday. I know I'll have to tell someone." She wiped away her tears and squared her shoulders defiantly. "Sit down, Bill. Have a drink."
"Thanks, Candy, but I've got to get back to the bar. I just thought maybe you were in trouble. Thought I could help."
"Nobody can help, Bill, nobody. But thanks anyway. You're a real friend."
"Well, just remember, if you do want to talk, I'm ready to listen. Anytime."
"Thanks. I'll remember that."
"Good. I've got to go now. Take care, Candy.
Drew was great tonight, wasn't he? Jesus, he plays with such feeling."
"Yes...."
As Bill walked back to the bar he wondered if Candy James's unhappiness had anything to do with her husband's red-haired agent.
I'm sure it is, he thought. Lou's probably holding something on Drew, maybe something about his gambling ... whatever it is he's got Drew and Candy wrapped around his little finger. I like those two a hell of a lot, and if I ever thought that pudgy bastard was putting the screws to them....
The sandy-haired bartender had been at the Star Club a long time, and there wasn't much that went on there that he didn't know about. There wasn't a girl in the place who didn't come to him at one time or another to cry on his shoulder about Lou Grady and what he forced them to do. Bill knew full well that the unscrupulous agent and manager was taking his own little percentage from what the girls made, not just the waitresses and hat-check girls, but the fancy whores who decorated the Annex and even Harver's private suite. He knew that if Harver knew about the dirty business Grady pulled he would make things very unpleasant for the cocky agent. He had always kept what he knew to himself, knowing that one day it would come in handy. And it seemed to the bartender that that day might just be close at hand. Particularly if Grady was hurting Candy James.
Maybe I'd be going out on a limb, he thought to himself, as he cleaned glasses at the bar, but it would do my heart good to see that cheap punk Grady get back a little of what he's always dishing out. Oh, it would do my heart good....
At eight-thirty, Candy arrived, as ordered in the note, to Haver's suite.
I don't care about those photographs, she thought to herself as she touched up her makeup before ringing the doorbell, but I can't let them hurt Drew. I've got to play along until I find some way to get us out of this. And I will find a way. I swear to God I will.
Carlos answered the door when she finally rang, and took her velvet stole as she stepped into the huge living room. It's strange, she thought, as she looked at the powerful Puerto Rican. Even after what happened here that first night, somehow I feel he's my friend. Maybe the only friend I have up here.
"Hello, Carlos," she said warmly, smiling.
"Evening, Messus James," he replied, returning her smile. "Nice to see you."
Glancing into the room, Drew's young wife was surprised to see that there were about ten other girls in the room, many of whom she had seen the previous evening, plus the usual assortment of celebrities and businessmen.
"Carlos, could you make me a drink? A strong one."
"Yes, Senora, weeth pleasure."
"Looks like they're planning quite a party tonight."
"Yes ... always a party. You come with me." He took her by the elbow and led her through the sleek modern room to the bar, where he mixed her a drink. "You take care of yourself," he said, handling it to her, "you take care, yes?"
"I'll try Carlos. I'll do my best."
Candy sat at the barstool, as Carlos moved off with a tray of drinks to distribute, and tried to project a calmness and sophistication she didn't feel. She had no idea what to expect that night, she knew only that she would have to do whatever Lou wanted so there was nothing to do but compose herself and make the best of it.
"Hi, mind if I join you?"
It was one of the girls, a tall girl, with jet black hair that was pulled back into a French twist; she had an aristocratic face, with high cheekbones, and dark, smoldering eyes. Drew's wife guessed that perhaps the girl had American Indian blood, judging from her looks. In any case, the girl was stunning, except for that hardened, somewhat abused quality that the young blonde had noticed in all the girls in the suite.
"Sure, sit down," Candy said.
"My name's Buffy," the girl said, her voice warm and friendly. "I don't think I've ever seen you here before."
"No ... this ... this is my first time." There was a nervous tremor in her voice as she spoke.
"Hey, you seem a little scared. How the hell did Grady get you into this? 'Course, that's none of my business, you don't have to say anything. I talk too much. But listen, there's nothing to be afraid of. You get used to it after awhile. What's your name, honey?"
"Candy...."
"Nice name. Though I guess that's probably not your real name, huh? Most of the girls don't use their real name. But it doesn't matter, nothing matters up here."
"Buffy ... tell me, what goes on up here? What's going to happen?"
"Oh, the usual. The guys drink and talk and gamble a little. Get drunk, lose money, make deals ... and you just stand around and tell them how cute and sexy they are, make them think they're really something. Same old crap."
"Who are they?"
"Oh, listen we get the cream of the crop up here. Look, that guy over there is Ray Marlow, used to be a big star of "B" pictures in the fifties. He had a television series, too. The Man from Fort Smith, or something like that. And that's Buddy Webster, the singer. Remember "Call Me After Dark?" It was number one for five weeks, 'course it was in 1964, but the guy still does club dates and makes a record now and then. And, honey, last night I was with Randy Hughes, the son of that rich lady who makes all those lipsticks. The racing driver, you know the banking guy from New York. Honey, he sure knows how to use what he's got. He's fat, you know, but it doesn't matter, he gets around just fine. We were right in there," she pointed to the bedroom door, the same bedroom where Candy had been brutally abused by Carlos and Grady. "You haven't seen it yet, I know, but they got quite a setup in there. Even got a gambling table. Crazy, isn't it?"
The nervous young blonde wanted to tell Buffy that, yes, she had been in there already, but decided to stay quiet. Besides, the tall brunette kept on chattering away, relating story after story about the famous men she'd slept with.
. and he told me that I was the best lay he'd had in twelve years. How about that? Then he gave me this costume to put on ... it was made out of rubber, you know, really tight, and hot as hell, made me look like a scuba diver or something, but it really got him off. Said he dug rubber cause his old man had something to do with Pneumo Tires. Christ I had to wear that rubber outfit for four hours, did all kinds of crazy things. But it was fun, you know?"
Buffy's stories relaxed Candy, and the young blonde bride had to laugh. They were interrupted by the arrival of Lou Grady, dressed in a white summer suit and black shirt. Candy thought he looked like Peter Lorre in some old South Seas movie.
"Well, Candy, what a surprise to see you. Never know who's gonna turn up these days."
Drew's bride had to resist the impulse to once again throw her drink into the repulsive agent's face. She felt nothing but contempt for the crude, red-haired man.
"Hello Lou," she said coolly.
"Hey, Buffy, scram," the agent snapped, "I want to be alone with the lady."
"Okay, okay," the tall brunette said, "you don't have to get huffy."
"Yeah, it's nice to see you Candy," Grady said after Buffy walked away. Sorry about those photos ... and about Drew. But, you know, I gotta let you two know where things stand. You just play along now and you don't have to worry. Just stay in line and nothin's gonna happen.
Despite her decision to play along with Grady, his words made a well of anger rise up in her, and she had to turn away to control it The agent noticed her reaction, grabbed her chin brutally and turned her head around.
"Listen bitch, you pay attention when I'm talking, you got that? Seems to me you need to learn a little more discipline yet. I'd of thought you'd learned your lesson by now."
At that moment there was a hush in the room, as all conversation stopped and all eyes turned to the front door. Walter Haver came into the room.
There was no mistaking that handsome, almost-noble face, and the penetrating clarity of his blue eyes. He was dressed in an expensive, beige-colored suit, with a brown shirt and gold tie. The legendary millionaire walked into the room with an easy nonchalance and silently surveyed his guests, smiling and nodding occasionally. There was no question who the top man was, you could see it in the eyes of everyone in the room. Every man wished he was Walter Haver, wealthy, cultured, distinguished. Every girl wished she was on his arm as his date, his friend, his whore, or his wife. For a moment the handsome millionaire caught sight of Candy, and once more his eyes locked with hers, then he turned his attention back to the crowd.
"Have fun, ladies and gentlemen," he said in a low, masculine voice, "remember you only live once."
Everyone laughed, and at once the talk resumed as Haver walked over to the bar to join Grady.
"Mr. Haver," the heavy-set agent fawned politely, "this is Candy James, the new girl ... the one you asked me about."
"Hello, Candy," Haver said, smiling warmly at the girl. "It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Thank you," she replied, feeling oddly sheepish in his presence.
In the next moment he was gone, accompanied by Grady, disappearing into the crowd of partygoers.
During the next hour the door seemed to open continuously as new guests arrived, and soon the room was quite crowded. There was plenty of liquor, and as the drinks were passed around the laughter increased, the betting at the gambling tables got heavier, and the crowd loosened up considerably. To Drew's young wife it seemed like any other cocktail party, except for the illicit gambling and the celebrities. In truth, she had to admit it was a rather pleasant gathering. No one had made any overt advances toward her, and the men who spoke to her were actully rather polite and gentlemanly. Yet, there was an undeniable tension in the air, a hushed kind of excitement that promised something more. The apprehensive blonde girl knew that things would change before long, and she wondered how it would be.
She wandered casually around the huge room, making sure her glass was always filled. She knew that the only way she would be able to get through the evening, no matter what was in store, would be to keep her mind numb with alcohol. It seemed so strange; only a few days ago she was the wife of a successful young pianist, with nothing but happiness ahead for both of them. Now she was the victim of blackmail, a slave to a bunch of despicable crooks, forced to do whatever Lou Grady wanted. There seemed no way out. Yet, here at this fancy cocktail party nothing at all seemed, at least on the surface, to be wrong. The naive young wife was surrounded by laughter and merrymaking, an atmosphere that, to the casual observer, was completely harmless, even attractive.
Candy noticed that all of the girls seemed to be drinking champagne and the men bourbon or scotch. But for her, the champagne didn't seem to bring on the alcoholic numbness she desperately wanted and so she switched to brandy. Soon, the stronger drink began to have its effect and the nervous blonde began to feel more at ease. Even when one of the more obnoxious men pinched her rather painfully on the rear, she was able to laugh it off coyly, and slip away from him into the crowd.
There was quite a bit of gambling going on, and Candy knew that one of the prime attractions of both the Annex and the private suite was the illegal practice. As far as she knew this was the only place in all of Chicago where it went on, and she guessed that Haver's fortune allowed him to pay off the right people to keep it going. It amazed her to see how much money the men threw around at the crap and blackjack tables. It was as if they had all they could ever want, and it didn't bother them in the least to throw it away. A far cry, she realized bitterly, from the situation she and Drew faced, where a few thousand dollars meant the difference between freedom and slavery.
Gradually a change began to come over the room, the atmosphere became more freewheeling and frantic. The betting got more reckless, the laughing and shouting increased to an almost-frenzied excitement. Everyone was growing more and more drunk and calling for round after round of drinks. The pianist's young wife was glad she had switched to brandy, for she could feel herself growing extremely lightheaded and drunk.
"Havin' a good time, baby?" It was Grady, appearing almost as if out of nowhere.
"Yes ... yes, I am, Lou," she replied, too intoxicated now to play games with the sleazy agent.
"Great, doll. That's what I like to hear. I brought you a drink."
"I've already got one."
"Aw, that's kid's stuff. You drink this." He handed her a glass. "It's guaranteed to get you off and take the edge off things. Come on, take it. You don't have to be afraid of me."
She took the glass without arguing, wondering why Lou was being so unusually cordial to her. The bulky club manager patted her on the shoulders and walked off.
Sipping the drink, Candy found something familiar about the flavor, although she couldn't remember from where. It made her feel warm and alive, and she began to sway slightly to the party music that came out of hidden speakers on the walls. It was strange, but as she watched the boisterous crowd, she felt almost as if she was really watching a movie. The noise and laughter seemed to be filtered through a softening haze and the people moving almost gracefully, like dancers in slow motion.
A circle of spectators had formed in the center of the enormous room, and Candy noticed that one of the girls had begun to do a parody of a striptease, removing her clothes provocatively as the crowd laughed and clapped in encouragement. Drew's young wife felt almost as if she wanted to join the girl in stripping off her own clothes, the room was so hot and smoky. It would have been pleasant to get out of the snug-fitting cocktail dress she wore. The gambling seemed to take second place now to the beginnings of lovemaking and everywhere the drunk young blonde saw the men begin to paw and caress their female companions, and the sight of so much erotic activity seemed to affect her strongly. A current of erotic desire began to flow through her body.
It must be this drink, she thought to herself, that makes me feel so strange. She noticed that everyone began drinking now from a cut-glass decanter, and she dimly wondered if there was something special in the drink she didn't know about. But her body reeled with pleasant, delicious sensations, and her mind seemed freed of its anxiety. The blackmailed blonde bride felt wonderfully euphoric, and, of course, had no way of knowing she was once more the victim of the powerful, conscience-killing aphrodisiac that Lou had used so liberally the first time she had visited the suite.
Carlos began to toss satin pillows on the floor in the middle of the room, and Candy was curious about what they would be used for. Everyone began to whisper among themselves, giggling. Soon the loud laughter and gambling came to a halt, and everyone settled on chairs and pillows in a circle, leaving a space open in the center of the room. Finally Lou Grady planted himself in the center of the room, grinning obscenely from ear to ear, and began to talk to the crowd.
"Okay gents and ladies, this is the moment we've all been waiting for. Time to get away from the gambling and the money and get into somethin' more basic, if you know what I mean. And just to give everybody a little boost, I thought we'd have a little show, something to get you all in the mood."
The men snickered knowingly, and Candy thought she saw flickers of apprehension, even fear, on the girls' faces.
"Carlos," Grady went on, "why don't you get yourself ready while we have a little drawing." Obediently, the handsome, powerful Puerto Paean left the main room and disappeared into the bedroom. "Now, I have here a bowl with a bunch of names in it. Names from all the chicks in the room." He held the bowl out to a man nearby. "Reach in there and pick out a slip of paper." The man took a paper from out of the bowl and handed it to the red-haired agent. "Okay, the luck winner is Buffyl"
Candy watched as the tall brunette joined Grady in the center of the circle. Everyone murmured approval, and Drew's young wife was curious what would be required of her new-found friend.
"Hello, Buffy," Lou said, leering at the ravishing female's spectacularly rounded frame. "Terrific ain't she, guys?" She kissed him on the cheek, laughing, although Candy could see that the brunette didn't quite know what was coming next. "You'll be great honey, just great. But, I think maybe you're too dressed up, huh? Come on, gents, lets help Buffy get into her birthday suit."
He nudged her toward the man standing just in front of her and she smiled somewhat nervously as the man unzipped her dress. Then other men moved forward anxiously and began to help her remove her clothes. The room was filled once more with loud laughter and cheers as each garment was thrown into the air. Then, there was a hush as the exquisite girl stood there completely naked, the lights making her tawny, roundly curving body glisten like gold.
I ... I wonder what's going to happen next, Candy wondered, feeling concern for the girl she had befriended earlier that evening. But she noted that Buffy seemed to be taking it all in her stride.
The crowd edged forward and waited for Grady to speak again. Tension and suppressed lust hung in the air like a fog as they watched the bulky agent run his fingertips across the brunette girl's firmly erect nipples.
"Okay now, Buffy, you all set?"
"Sure, Lou, you know it. But what's gonna happen tonight? Don't keep me in suspense."
As if in answer to her question, the bedroom door opened and Carlos entered, his powerful body stark naked except for a studded black leather loin cloth that barely covered the huge mound of his cock and balls. The crowd gasped as he entered, and they all realized what was going to happen. Carlos approached the girl and, when he stood only a few feet in front of her, he whipped away the loincloth revealing the massive fullness of his naked penis, already half-erect, and the swollen hairy balls swaying beneath. The crowd was visibly impressed by the Puerto Rican's endowments, and Candy was once more astonished by his size.
Apparently Buffy hadn't quite expected this, for she shrank slightly away from the giant Latin bodyguard, obviously a little concerned about what was going to happen, particularly as she noticed, as well, the mammoth size of the dark-skinned man's shaft of male flesh. But Grady kept her firmly in the center of the room.
"Don't worry, sweetheart, ain't nothing to get frightened of. We won't let Carlos hurt you."
He winked at the crowd, then grinned lewdly as he indicated for Buffy to lay down on her back on the pillows.
As Drew's young wife watched, wide-eyed, the muscular Puerto Rican began to caress the reclining girl's naked body, his dark hands sliding sensuously across the velvety flesh of the ravishing brunette. He touched her everywhere, her full, thrusting breasts, her smooth stomach, the sculpted columns of her thighs, while the crowd watched the lewdly exciting scene in rapt silence. Nobody seemed to want to break the stillness, or interrupt the sensuous act before them.
Then, gradually, Buffy began to groan in mounting excitement as Carlos toyed with the mound of her pink-lipped vaginal flesh. Her mewling groans grew louder and louder, and the crowd began to talk excitedly and move closer to see more of the action. Candy felt her legs grow slightly weak as Buffy began to plead for the muscular bodyguard to fuck her, half-delirious from the excitement and from the drug that she, as well as the others, had imbibed generously at Grady's insistence.
Carlos rolled over on his back and lay there passively as Buffy began to hungrily lick at his dark, shining skin with her long, wetly extended tongue, and to run her hands over every inch of his spectacularly muscled body. A fever of lust seemed to be building up in the room as everyone watched the obscene sight before them. Candy, strongly affected by the drugged drink, felt as if her body was half on fire as she watched Carlos's penis begin to jerk into full erection until it reached its full size. Another audible gasp went through the room when everyone saw exactly how big the Puerto Rican's rod of flesh actually was, then men nodding approval and carefully concealing their jealousy, and the females staring at it greedily, wishing, in their drunken state, that they were Buffy, the lucky recipient of that proudly stiffened spear. The spellbound blonde wife, half-conscious of her actions, found herself drawn toward the circle of onlookers, helplessly fascinated and unaware that Lou Grady was watching her every move with lewd satisfaction, licking his lips in anticipation of what he had in mind for the unsuspecting young bride.
Carlos rolled over once more, this time pinning the brunette beneath him. Quickly, almost hysterically, Buffy reached down and grasped the Peurto Rican's rigidly extended cock and drew it with trembling hands toward her eagerly proffered vaginal entrance. She spread her knees wide open and curled her long lithe legs around his muscled buttocks to give him even greater access to her vaginal opening.
Candy watched breathlessly, unable to believe that Carlos's massive organ could possibly go into Buffy's seemingly narrow entrance. She leaned forward, her eyes seeing nothing except the great, dark, glistening head of his body jerking cock as it began to insinuate its way between the brunette's soft, pink vaginal lips. The room was now in total silence, all eyes upon the lewd couple as the Latin bodyguard edged his straining cock further and further into the hungrily waiting female's cunt, slowly and gently, pushing the hair-lined lips wider and wider apart. Buffy cried in an obscene mixture of pain and pleasure as the massively pulsing shaft sank deeper and deeper up between her straining thighs. Several of the women murmured with anxious concern that the dark-skinned man was too big, that he would hurt the girl, but the men hooted them down with jeers and taunts.
Finally, Carlos held still above the excited female until she could adjust to the hugeness of his powerfully throbbing cock in her belly. Gradually her face relaxed as the pain of his entrance eased.
"Ummmmmmmmmm," Buffy sighed in welcome relief, tightening her ankles behind his back.
As he began to stroke his lust-thickened penis in and out of her wide-stretched cunt, fucking with long slow thrusts, the girl began to groan and thrash in exquisite pleasure. Expertly, Carlos ground his hips with a revolving motion, sawing in and out of her wetly receptive pussy with strength and expertise. Buffy writhed in a wild excitement as her hotly quivering vaginal passage adjusted to the massive intrusion of the thickened cock. As the couple began to copulate faster and faster, the crowd urged them on.
The wildly uninhibited debauch continued for several explosive minutes and drove the audience into a frenzy of uncontrolled desire. Candy looked around in amazement as most of the people in the room began to feverishly strip off their clothes. Although she tried to resist it, the blonde bride had the same feelings, and there was an insistent current of hot desire growing between her legs. Buffy cried out like a wild animal, and everyone turned their attention back to the wildly thrashing couple to see that the sex-crazed brunette was reaching the peak of orgasm. She moaned hysterically, kicking her legs outward furiously, her mouth hanging open like a madwoman as she reached pinnacle after pinnacle of unbelievable excitement. Finally, Carlos threw back his head like a lion in triumph and groaned gutturally, slamming his powerful hips back and forth with machine-gun rapidity, then roaring as he reached his climax as well. In a torrent of contagious lust, the other couples in the room dropped pillows, to begin their own lovemaking. Moments later, Carlos withdrew from the girl and went back into the bedroom. Buffy lay absolutely still, her legs spread wide apart and moaning softy, deliriously. She was wet between her open thighs and trails of whitely glistening sperm ran down the sides of her splayed legs.
The crowd had been aroused to a state of unbelievable desire, and Candy watched as couples grappled all around the room in wild, sensuous embraces. In spite of their unrestrained eagerness, though, everything stopped as Lou once more loudly called for everybody's attention.
"Okay now, I know everybody's really hot to trot, but we still got more floor show for you." He motioned for the waiters to refill everybody's glasses. "Drink up, ladies and gents, and hold your horses, cause the star attraction is about to appear. I know we got a lot of gamblers here tonight, and maybe we ain't as big as a Las Vegas casino, but we got a prize that you ain't never gonna get in Vegas. So, if you think you're on a winning streak, let me show you what you can win."
Candy was startled when Lou came over to her, took her by the arm, and pulled her into the center of the room.
"Okay, here she is. Brand new! The grand prize. Candy, turn around and let the gents see what you got."
"Lou, I ... "
"Do what I say, bitch!" he snapped at the terrified blonde. "Turn around and let 'em see what the prize is." Stifling back tremors of anxiety and fear, Drew's young wife turned to let the men see her compactly rounded frame, well revealed by the navy-blue cocktail dress she wore that amply defined the proudly thrusting fullness of her breasts and the soft curves of her hips. "Now ain't she somethin', boys? Fresh as a daisy."
The room was filled with enthusiastic cheers as the men ogled the extraordinarily beautiful girl at Grady's side.
"Not bad, Grady," one of them called out, "but what's the game? How do we win her?"
The men's shouts and mounting lust terrified the pianist's young wife, and she tried frantically to pull away from the heavy-set agent, but he held her tightly by his side. Then he called one of the waiters and told him to bring the bowl of special liquor and a big glass. Again Candy struggled to free herself and, without realizing what she was doing, she slapped him hard across the face with her hand.
The resounding slap brought absolute silence to the room. Even Grady was taken off guard and had stumbled backwards by the force of her blow. Then slowly, regaining his balance, he approached the terrified girl and, raising his hand, he smacked her hard in the face twice. Candy almost fell over from the force of his brutally painful blows, but he quickly grabbed her dress, brought her upright, then ripped at the garment until, in two or three quick tears, her cocktail dress lay in shreds around her feet.
Paralyzed by humiliation, Drew's young wife could only stand in mortified shame as Lou then proceeded to strip her of her brassiere and panties, leaving her finally totally naked except for her stockings. The others in the room stared in silence at her phenomenal beauty, a few feeling sorry for her, but the others drunkenly gleeful.
"Now drink up, you cunt, the night is young," Grady said as he forced her to swallow drink after drink of the thick, drugged liquor.
Candy kept choking and trying to push his hand away, but he forced the drinks on her again and again. Then, with a contemptuous sneer, he pushed her to her knees onto the cushions and she fell back in a drunken daze as he turned and spoke to the others. Her head still spun from the force of his blows and the drugged drinks made her almost totally unconscious, enveloped in a foggy haze of unreality.
Grady began to tell the men the rules of the game they would play to win access to Candy's ripe young body, but, in truth, the men had a hard time concentrating. Their eyes were riveted to the appetizing creature lying so defenselessly in the pillows in the center of the room. The helpless blonde lay there with her slender, stocking-clad legs spread wide apart, and her full young breasts heaving as though she was in an erotic trance. The pink, hair-rimmed lips of her pussy were nakedly exposed to their salacious gazes, and the texture of the stockings on her legs made the picture even more exciting than if she had been completely nude.
Dimly, Candy could hear Grady outlining the rules for the gambling, and her mind screamed in fear at the thought that she would be given as a sex-slave to the anonymous winner. Through her haze she could hear the game beginning, and the roulette wheel being spun. Then, through her fogged vision, she saw Grady towering over her, looking down at her with a contemptuous look on his face.
"You make any more trouble for me, cunt, and I'll see to it that Drew is mutilated once and for all, you got that?" He leaned down and pinched her painfully on the thigh. "Now just relax and have fun, okay baby? Make it easy on yourself."
As he walked away from her, hot tears of anguish spilled uncontrollably from her eyes. The miserable young wife had thought she had reached the lowest point of degradation, but this was far worse than anything she could have imagined. And yet, through her torture and shame, her body was beginning to ripple with involuntary sexual excitement. The vast amount of the powerful aphrodisiac that Grady had forced her to consume was beginning to spread its insidious effects through her loins like a wildfire. The helpless bride began to twitch erotically, the nerve-endings up between her legs sizzling with hot desire, her succulent young form craving sensual excitement. There was no way she could control the obscene feeling of wantonness that was overtaking her, and she moaned and writhed on the floor as if teased by the licking tongues of a thousand taunting devils.
Time ceased to have any meaning for the drugged girl, and she knew nothing except the irresistible heat that was swirling so relentlessly in her loins. She clung to the pillows, burying her fingers deep into the smooth satin, moaning softly in an erotic world of her own. Then, dimly, she heard wild shouts as the men appeared to have finished the game, and opening her eyes she could see, through her fogged vision, that men were hovering all around her. Hands began to grab at her flesh, touching her everywhere, but rather than being repulsed by it, it seemed that it was just what she needed, yearned for.
"OOOOOOOOhhhhhhhh," she groaned, "Yeeessss ... feel me everywhere ... I want it ... I want it..
"Hey, Harry, you got it made!" a voice cried out, "She's beggin' for it. What a lucky guy!"
One of the men, apparently the winner, was quickly undressing.
"Hurry up, man, hurry up. I'm next, you know."
Candy was confused, bewildered, ravaged by an implacable heat throughout her body. Was there more than one winner? What was happening?
"No ... don't take her stockings off. It gets me off ... "
The drugged young wife felt the weight of a naked man's body crushing against her side, and flashes of sensual excitement rippled through her flesh as his warmly pulsating hardness scraped against her thigh.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," she cried in utter pleasure, "YEEEEESSSSS!"
She groaned mindlessly again and again, in a savage hunger that seemed to feed on itself. It seemed now as if a hundred wonderful men were touching her, stroking, caressing, making her flesh quiver with maddened lust. Tantalizing fingers ran slowly up the inner sides of her thighs and there was a hot, violent moistness between her legs as her wetly throbbing vagina began to open like a flower, trembling with desire.
"Unnn ... fuck me ... fuck me," she heard herself crying obscenely. "Somebody fuck me ... please...."
The man at her side laughed crudely, and then rolled on top of the young wife. His hand dropped again and groped between her thighs, searching for the warm throbbing wetness of her love-crazed pussy. Blinded with lust, Candy reached for him, grasped the swollen thickness of his cock as it throbbed and jerked in her hands. Through her alcoholic daze she could feel the smooth rubbery head of the faceless stranger's extended penis brushing against the soft mound of her pubic hair, teasing her as it touched the wildly charged flesh of her pussy.
"Fuck me now," she pleaded hysterically, "Oh God, please fuck me now. Now!"
Drew's drugged wife strained for the stranger, arching her hips and throwing her quivering legs out into the air as her hands grasped and tugged at his warmly pulsating thickness.
The crowd watched in breathless excitement as the perspiring man slowly began sliding his long hard penis into her tightly clasping cunt, grinding against her with his hips, pushing and probing further into her lust-maddened pussy until finally his rock-hard shaft was buried in her up to the hilt, and his sperm-bloated balls were scraping her nakedly upturned ass cheeks. Candy began to gyrate frantically in a wild dance of passion beneath him, and the man tried to hold back, not wanting to climax so quickly. But the young bride was so caught in the raging whirlpool of her lust that she could only writhe in total abandon. The man began to fuck furiously into her, as he was nearing the point of orgasm already. The spectators laughed lewdly and urged him on.
"No, don't cum yet," Candy cried, realizing that he was about to climax. "No ... not yet ... not yet...."
But it was too late, and suddenly she felt his impatient semen squirting body into her, pulsing deep into her belly. She moaned in both excitement and frustration. She wasn't ready yet, and she hadn't reached climax. Moments later the man collapsed on top of her, his body still trembling with lust.
"You didn't wait, you didn't wait for me," the tortured blonde moaned incoherently.
The crowd laughed and jeered as the man rolled away from her. Abruptly a second man began to strip himself, his eyes fixed hungrily on the hysterically moaning girl on the floor. As soon as he was naked, he began to run his hands across her quivering hips, knowing she was fully prepared for a second fuck.
As the man positioned himself over her, Candy was overjoyed at the prospect of reaching her orgasm at last, and desperately she reached out and guided the second, anonymous penis down toward her eagerly waiting pussy.
"God, yes ... oh yes ... I need to cum ... cum...." she groaned.
In one violent thrust, the man, a heavy-set businessman, plunged his thickly throbbing cock all the way up into the wetly burning depths of Candy James's hungrily throbbing vaginal passage. With merciless thrusts, he fucked in and out of her greedily clasping cunt, and she undulated so wildly under him that it wasn't long before he, too, felt the aching sensation in his balls as his climax approached. This time, however, the pianist's delirious wife was finally approaching her own orgasm, and she screamed with delight.
"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHI I'm CUUUMMMMMIIIINNNGGG!"
The sex-crazed young wife began to buckle even more violently beneath him, arching and rearing like an untamed bitch in heat, her wild gyrations bringing the rapidly fucking businessman to the peak of excitement. Then it came, and his entire, bulky body began to tremble and jerk from the spasms of release. He ground his pelvis down into her wildly churning crotch with brutual, merciless force. Candy writhed insanely beneath him, carried to heights of unbelievable passion as her vaginal walls trembled and shook in seismic waves of delight, releasing hot female fluids in torrents. An image of Drew seemed to flash into the tormented wife's brain as she soared on the titanic flight of climax.
"Drew ... oh Drew forgive me," she moaned piteously. "I love you darling ... I love you...." Her inner vision exploded into a kaleidoscope of whirling colors as the anonymous man's rapidly thrusting cock plunged deep in her belly, ejaculating a flood of heated sperm into the wildly contracting channel of her pussy. She was cumming as never before, every inch of her ripe young body shaking as if jolted by a thousand volts of raw electrical energy. Finally, with one last burst of strength she kicked her quivering legs far out into the air on either side of the heavily shaking buttocks of the man fucking her, and then she collapsed, totally unsatisfied, beneath him.
Once more, the huge room was totally silent except for the heavy breathing of the lovemakers. Finally, the man pulled himself away, and Candy lay exhausted, trying to regain her senses after the torrid orgasm. But the drugged drink still held sway over her mind and body, and though she tried to rise, to open her eyes, she found she had no strength. She seemed to be pulled down into a euphoric dream state, an exquisite sensual afterglow that she couldn't resist.
Then she gasped as yet a third man began to caress her persipring body. It was over, wasn't it? She had reached orgasm. Was there yet more to come? She felt herself being pulled bodily over on top of the new stranger, another anonymous lover different to the delirious young wife only in that she could tell he was thinner than the last man. She moaned vaguely in protest but it was useless; the man simply positioned her like a helpless rag doll so that she was half-sitting on top of him, with his fully erect penis nestling at the opening of her sperm-bathed vagina. Holding her up by her shoulders, he suddenly plunged his lust-thickened penis up into her, then quickly gripped her hips and pulled her down against his belly until he was buried in her completely.
Candy operated totally by instinct, somehow managing to remain in her semi-sitting position, while the man beneath her held her hips and pushed her up and down, rising to meet her each time. But this time it hurt the sex-weary young bride. She had been totally drained by the violence of the two previous fucks and the man below her was scraping roughly against the inside of her tortured pussy as he jammed her down onto him again and again.
"Arrrggghhhh ... no ... NOOOOOO!" she cried in protest. But it was no use. He kept pounding up into her, raising himself with cruelly driving thrusts, boring up into the ravaged young wife's cock-weary cunt until she thought she would faint from the agony of it. Then, astonishingly, the pain began to subside and in its place once again came the familiar torrents of unbridled passion. Hypnotically Candy began to rise and fall to the rhythm of the strange man's thrusting strokes, his hotly stiffened penis plunging up into her like a loaded gun ready to explode. Vaguely she could hear the noise of the wildly enthusiastic crowd all around her, and there seemed to be thousands of hands once more exploring her sex-mad young body, driving her into an even greater fever of sensual passion.
Suddenly the helpless bride of the pianist was pushed forward, her breasts pressed hard against the man's chest beneath her, and someone began to probe at her buttocks, parting the quivering half-moons of flesh, probing at the defenselessly raised circle of her anus. Then a thick finger began to worm its way into the tightly clenched ring and a sting of pain shot through the captive wife's loins. She struggled against it momentarily, but it was no use. She couldn't stop the torrent of drug-induced passion that pervaded her, she could only submit to anything that happened. The sodomizing finger inched deeper and deeper into her tortured rectum and the young wife was consumed by both the pain of the rough intrusion and the staggering thrills of the still upward-thrusting cock of the man beneath her.
"AAAIIIIEEEEEEEE!" she cried, confused and dazed by the wild mixture of feelings that pervaded her ravaged body. "Don't ... DON'T!"
But her protests were useless. The impaling finger drove relentlessly inward, filling her rear with shafts of agonizing pain. Then, suddenly, the finger was removed and there was a soothing wash of cool air across her nakedly uplifted buttocks. But in the next moment the dazed young bride felt a larger object nestling against her anal ring. Oh God! She felt and recognized the sensation ... a penis! She squirmed violently, trying to get away from the intruding pressure, but the man kept pushing against her wildly puckering anal entrance until suddenly she felt the tight elastic ring pop slightly and encircle the head of the warmly throbbing cock. It began to move inside of her, worming its way relentlessly far up into her forbidden channel. Candy could feel the thickness of this second penis rub against the upward driving shaft that was still fucking in and out of her lust-moistened pussy from below. The two rods of rock-hard male flesh were separated only by the thin fleshy membrane which separated her anal and vaginal cavities.
An eruption of volcanic passion crashed over the tortured young wife, and in that moment she succumbed completely to the brutal invasion of her anus. Like a she-animal, she cried out to the two of them, urging the faceless strangers to make love to her as hard as they possibly could. Candy wanted to scream to the world about the deliciously wild masochistic pleasure these two men were bringing to her. A whirpool of erotic passion surrounded her on all sides and sucked her soul into its swirling depths. Hands grabbed and caressed every part of her lust-electrified body, two massively thrusting cocks were fucking her simultaneously in the pussy and the anus, every last trace of inhibition fled from her sex-brutalized body as once more a galvanic climax began to throb in her helplessly quivering pussy.
"YYEEEEESSSSSSSS!" she screamed in total abandon, her head shaking like a puppet, her long blonde hair flailing across the face of the laboring man beneath her. "FUUUUUUUCC CCCKKKKK MMMEEEEEEl! Everyone ... fuck me!"
The room echoed with the sounds of her obscene cries and the crowd of men and women, as if hypnotized by her banshee-like screams of pleasure, were caught up in a frenzied orgy of lust. Clothes were torn off in rampant haste, and couples began to make love in every corner in every conceivable way. But Candy was aware of nothing except the titanic, steaming pleasure that inundated her drugged and drunken body. She was cumming, cumming as never before, cumming with a force so explosive that she felt as if she would be blown apart into a million fleshy fragments, scattered across the universe like a shattered star, spun into the farthest reaches of space in an orgasm that lasted until the end of time.
And then, moaning, she fainted.