Chapter 7
Upstairs on the third floor, meanwhile, Jose was continuing to follow his employer's instructions for the evening. She had told him he could do anything he wanted with the Daltrey girl, just to keep it going until she, herself, interrupted them. He didn't know why the firm-breasted blonde girl was of such interest to his beautiful boss, but as she so often reminded him, he wasn't paid to ask questions. Besides, in his present circumstances, he didn't much care what Rose's motives were. It was enough for him to have the ripely fuckable little blonde bitch totally at his mercy for awhile, and he intended to make the most of it.
He had stripped off his robe, and was sprawled obscenely in a sling-back chair, one hand massaging his thickly rigid penis and hairy, wrinkled testicles, while the other held a glass of Sangria. Rock music was playing on the record player, to the accompaniment of which, Beth Daltrey had just finished, at his command, a slow self-conscious strip.
Now the humiliated blue-eyed teenager was standing completely naked in the center of the room, and the drunkenly aroused chauffeur let his eyes rove hungrily over her ripe nakedness, from the rosebud-tipped nipples on her whitely quivering breasts, over her suntanned midriff and hips, down to the golden triangle of pubic hair at the juncture of her thighs.
"C'mere," he slurred, his eyes glinting with naked lust.
Trembling with fear and humiliation, Beth padded softly over to his chair. Tim's young daughter was almost in a state of shock at all his obscene demands. Coupled with her terror was the realization of the terrible reality of the handsome young man who had so shamelessly deceived her. For once she had ceased to struggle or try to get away, it was as though he had suddenly dropped the mask of polite suitor completely, allowing her to see for the first time the cruel lust that ran just beneath the surface of his deft social facade.
"Spread your legs and lemme see your pussy," Jose commanded, savoring the look of degraded submission on her innocent features.
Burning with embarrassment, Beth did as she was told, separating her slender thighs and placing her little fingers on the softly padded cushions of her vaginal outer lips so that he could gaze at the pinkly glistening split of her still virginal cunt.
"Nice little pussy. How you like it if I stick my fat cock up in your tight little pussy, Beth baby? You like that? Huh?"
"No...no please," Beth pleaded in a small voice. So often she had thought naively of what it would be like to make love for the first time, imagining all sorts of beautiful romantic things. Now it seemed that she was going to be forced to give the most treasured thing she had her virginity to a drunken Mexican whom she hardly knew, while forcibly locked in his bedroom. Oh please, God, no, she prayed inwardly, not that!
"No?" Jose grinned. "Maybe we do something else, then. Turn around...you have a nice little ass for a gringo," he murmured appreciatively, "Spread your ass open so I can get a really good look!"
Reddening from head to foot, Beth reached behind her and gripped the rounded half-moons of her buttocks, spreading them apart as far as she could.
Reaching out with one hand, Jose lewdly traced the length of her rectal crack with his finger. At first the humiliation of being touched back there, almost overwhelmed Beth, and she fought down tears. But in the next instant, she was startled to realize that, as Jose lightly whirled his finger around the puckered rim of her anal hole, she felt something else, too, a sudden spasm of pleasure that shook her whole body and made her bite her lip to keep from crying out with lust. It was different from what she felt when he kissed her, or even when his voluptuous employer had licked and sucked on her steaming vaginal flesh. There was something dark and wild about it, that seemed to reach right to the most secret center of herself, making her quiver with a nameless desire that ricocheted through her helpless body like a sudden flame.
"Yes, I think we do something else," Jose said softly, his eyes glinting with obscene thoughts. Suddenly he was on his feet and propelling the frightened girl over to the bed. Then he went to his bureau and poured a glass of clear liquid from a bottle that stood next to the Sangria. It was the same potent liqueur that Rose had given to Beth's father.
"Here, drink this," he invited, coming back to the bed where Beth sat huddled fearfully, her naked adolescent body quivering with fear and desire. "Then we have some fun."
"No, I don't want it," she protested, turning her head away. He might be able to do what he wanted to her body, but she wouldn't let him get her drunk again. Whatever happened, she was determined to remain as fully in possession of her faculties as she could.
"I said drink!" Jose hissed harshly, suddenly grabbing her blonde hair and yanking on it painfully, forcing her head back and pushing the glass to her lips. Beth sputtered and gagged as the fiery liquid cascaded into her mouth, some of it spilling down onto her naked breasts and belly.
"That's better," he declared when the glass was empty. "Now kneel down on the bed on your hands and knees."
Mutely, Beth did as he ordered. She felt like a dumb beast now, totally unable to defend or protect herself in any way. Numbly she positioned herself on the bed, closing her eyes and praying that it would all be over soon.
Climbing onto the bed, Jose let himself drop behind her, forcing her shapely thighs even farther apart. Her head was down, her wavy blonde hair falling forward over her face. Jose leered down at the nakedly kneeling girl and seized the soft white mounds of her buttocks harshly in his hands, spreading them wide, his eyes fastened on the tight brown circle of her exposed little anus. Experimentally he thrust at the fearfully contracting ring with his outstretched middle finger. Beth jerked forward and cried out as she felt him intrude harshly into the tight little rubbery opening. It burned, it burned terribly as his rigidly probing finger forced its way into her tight anal ring, and she tried to inch forward, away from the tormentingly painful sensation, which now seemed to have nothing of pleasure in it at all. But her escape was blocked by the wall in front of her, and by Jose's free hand gripping her shoulder while the other rammed forward into her painfully distended rectum up to the first knuckle.
"Oooooooo stop, please, it hurts!" Beth wailed piteously, but her cries were lost in the din of the rock music, and Jose continued to twist his lewdly probing finger all the way up into her tight resisting anus.
"Now," he said, "I be very nice to you. I let you choose what you want: my cock to fuck you in your little pussy so you are no more a virgin, or back here in your tight little asshole. What you want, little whore? You gotta tell me!"
The ravaged blonde teenager reeled with shock at his words. It had never even occurred to her that he might be considering putting his penis into her back there! His finger was bad enough, but the pulsing circumference of his lust-thickened cock would split her apart, she was sure of it! But her alternative was equally horrible...to let him take her virginity, to plunge his cruel cock flesh up into her never before penetrated cuntal depths, tearing away, literally and emotionally, thy last remnants of her innocence...that was even worse. All of her childhood education and training came surging to the forefront of her consciousness, everything she had ever been told about the importance of surrendering her virginity only when it could be given in love and trust.
"Make up your mind, cunt!" Jose demanded cruelly, totally unconcerned with the mental and physical anguish he was causing the helpless girl skewered painfully on his still cruelly twisting finger. "In your ass or in your cunt? What's it to be?"
Suddenly Beth's decision was made, as though his harsh and unfeeling words led her instinctively to a choice. She wouldn't let him violate her only remaining vestige of her old self. No matter how much it hurt her now, she would only give herself that way to someone she loved, not to this contemptible rapist who only wanted to use her for his own foul lusts.
"B-back there," she stuttered weakly, "in...my ass!"
Grinning lewdly at her response, Jose withdrew his finger from her painfully stretched rectal hole. Beth dug her fingers into the bedclothes so hard that her knuckles turned white as she felt him position himself behind her, and she steeled herself for what was to come.
Jose opened her nakedly trembling buttocks again with his hands, and then leaned forward to drop a large drop of spittle on her tiny, reddened nether hole. Then he drew his thick foreskin back with his thumb and forefinger, and placed his massively swollen cock-head right at the entrance to the tiny puckered hole, whirling it around to spread a sheen of glistening spittle all around the edge.
Holding Beth's hips in position with one hand, he began pressing forward, pushing inward on her tiny rectum, forcing his throbbing, purplish staff little by little up into the kneeling fifteen year old's virgin anus.
"Aaaaaggghhhh!" Beth shrieked, as she felt the huge cudgel begin to stretch her tightly clenched rectum wider and wider. It was like a thick hot log going up inside her back there, and though she had vowed to endure it, the tormented blonde found her courage failing, and began to try to wriggle away from the painful intrusion, further and further up on the bed.
But Jose gripped her hair painfully, and continued his brutal assault on her cringing back passage, inching his cock deeper up into her rectum, while the agonized teenager mewled and groaned in pain. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he was all the way in. Tim's daughter's knees gave way beneath her, and she collapsed face downward onto the bed, her face streaked with tears of pain and humiliation whicn now coursed unchecked down her flushed and reddened cheeks.
Sadistically, Jose began to slowly fuck in and out of her, not even giving her a moment's respite. "I think I like this even better than your pussy," he murmured, looking down at her whitely shimmering buttocks whose flesh jiggled obscenely with the rhythm of his strokes. "It's tighter."
Downstairs, in Rose's second-floor bedroom, meanwhile, Beth's father was well on the way to his own orgasm. He, too, was kneeling behind a nakedly splayed female, with his cock buried into her cunt right up to the hilt, where it had been for some time. He was sawing in and out of her lewdly proffered cuntal flesh, every stroke taking him closer and closer to explosive release. The drink that Rose had warned him would make him feel very sexy seemed to be working just fine, for Beth's athletically built father felt like a bull as he plunged his pulsating penis in and out, in and out, his cum-bloated balls slapping against Rose's inner thighs with a wet sluicing sound on every forward stroke up between her legs from behind. He felt as though he could go on forever without his strength flagging one iota, stimulated as he was by the drink, Rose's undulating nakedness writhing like a demon beneath him, and the incredibly erotic sight of the lewd images that flashed onto the opposite wall, increasing his excitement even more.
For the film of young Beth Daltrey's forced oral intercourse with Jose was still going on and, unaware that the hungrily sucking little blonde whose face was concealed in the leather mask was actually his own daughter, Tim let his eyes rove shamelessly over her ripe young nakedness. Christ! She might be only a kid, but she sure sucked cock like a professional, he thought, as he watched Jose's thick staff slide in and out of the leather-rimmed oval of her mouth.. He wouldn't mind having her wrap her lips around his own hard pole, if he ever got the chance, with or without the cunningly contrived mask, although he had to admit that the sight of the leather face-covering which completely obscured the girl's features gave an extra sensual element to the scene, albeit of a somewhat dark and forbidden nature.
"Oh yes, lover, that's it! Oh you feel so good in my cunt! Nnnnnngggghhh! Oh like that, harder! Harder!"
Rose's impassioned cries reached his ears and urged him on to even greater sensual efforts. So that was how she liked it, eh? Well that was fine with him! Bracing himself on his hands so that his back was arched and his muscles taut, he swung his hips back and forth lewdly, slamming into the brunette whore's pussy from behind like a pile driver, his eyes still riveted to the lewd scene on the film.
The little blonde was clawing and clinging to the naked flesh of the dark young man, making the skin of his buttocks turn white around her fingers from the pressure while she slavered hotly over his lust-distended cock. Tim could see flashes of her pink tongue as it licked up and down over the blood-engorged staff, as though she were a child with an ice cream cone. Now Rose's chauffeur was gripping the back of the girl's head, driving his huge instrument farther and farther into her mouth until she gagged and choked and tried to pull away. But a second later she had adjusted to his force, and was once again sucking on the huge column of flesh greedily, although now it was nearly invisible inside the confines of her warm wet mouth when he plunged forward.
From the expression on the man's face, he was apparently almost on the verge of orgasm, for his darkly handsome features were twisted into a grimace of ecstasy, and he gritted his teeth and forced the girl's head down harder, as though she were a rag doll.
At the same time, Tim could feel his own heated male seed beginning to churn and seethe deep within the confines of his lustily swaying testicles, and from the way Rose was shrieking and flailing her head around, while her vaginal muscles sucked on his penis like a wet little mouth, as though she wanted to milk him dry, she wasn't far from the peak either.
"Uuuuggghhh," the drug-driven father groaned, his voice sounding savage and animal-like, "Oh, that's it, fuck me back, you hot little bitch! Fuck me back!"
Beneath him, Rose writhed and moaned wantonly, but at least part of it was an act. For part of her mind was occupied with keen anticipation of the moment, only seconds away now, when the hungrily cock-sucking female figure on the screen was revealed to be Tim's own daughter Beth! She wished she could see the look on his face when it happened, but her position made that impossible. It would be perfect, she thought, if it came just at the moment when he was spewing his cum into her cunt. That would ensure that both she and the moment would be emblazoned on his memory forever. To that end, she began wriggling her ass-cheeks wickedly back against him, meeting his every forward thrust, and mouthing obscenities that she hoped would give him just the added push he needed to climax at the right moment.
"Oooooo look," she cried out. "He's cumming now! He's shooting off right in her mouth. She's nearly choking on it. Oh God, oh Tim, fuck me harder! I'm cumming toooo! AAAAAHHHHHHH!"
And at that moment, triggered by his mistress's lewd words and the sight of the mask-clad blonde girl gulping and gasping as Jose's torrent of semen gushed down her throat, his own cock seemed to reverberate with soft explosions which forced his thick male essence out of his wildly pulsing cock-head in several short spurts, and then a long, satisfying stream.
"Aaaarrrggghhh," he groaned, as his thick cum finally released itself into Rose's furiously pumping cuntal depths.
But then his cry was cut off suddenly, and for a moment he thought he must be hallucinating. For just as he jetted his river-load of cum into Rose's vagina, the man in the film began to remove the mask from the blonde girl's face, peeling it up and back. Suddenly her face was clearly revealed and Tim's eyes opened wide in disbelief.
"It's Beth!" he cried out. "But...but it can't be! What the hell is going on here? Stop that film'"
Even the intensity of his orgasm was forgotten as he pulled roughly out of Rose's cunt, his now softening cock trailing a thin trickle of semen as he sat back on his haunches and stared in horror at the screen.
"What's the matter, lover?" Rose asked innocently. "What are you talking about?"
But Tim couldn't find the words to answer at first. He could only gaze in horror at the blonde girl on the screen, still naked, panting and gasping after the obscene act she had performed.
"OH MY GOD," he bellowed like a wounded lion, "THAT'S MY DAUGHTER!"
"But that's not possible, cara," Rose protested mildly, although Tim didn't even notice that her concern wasn't very great. "You told me yourself she's as innocent as a newborn babe, the perfect child. I can't imagine a girl like that getting involved with Jose."
The stricken father buried his head in his hands, trying to sort out his confused thoughts. His head was reeling with the new turn of events, and he was still feeling the effects of all he'd had to drink. All he could do was moan incoherently, "Oh God, oh my baby what's happened to you? How can this be happening?"
Rose Molina could scarcely conceal her sense of triumph as she watched Tim Daltrey react to the sudden revelation of his only child's lewd involvement with her chauffeur. But she carefully concealed her feelings, savoring each moment of her long-planned revenge. For the best was still to come, she knew. He still had no idea that she herself was responsible for the lewd scene he had just witnessed on the film, and for all the others, too.
"Wait a minute," she interjected, in a tone that was all helpfulness and concern. "Didn't you tell me Beth was at home tonight?"
"Yes, she is."
"Well then, that couldn't be her. Jose has the evening off, and he said this girl was planning to come over again tonight. She's probably here right now. Why don't you call home? It'll probably set all your fears at rest."
Tim looked at her for a moment, and in his troubled state, he was willing to grasp at any straw that might dispel the suddenly arisen nightmare of the film.
"Yes...yes I will," he decided, picking up the phone by the bed. He dialed his own number, waiting for Beth's familiar voice on the other end, but there was no answer, even though he let it ring extra long.
"She's...she's not there," he said in a leaden voice as he put down the receiver.
Rose, who had taken advantage of his phone call to slip into a floor-length wine-colored velvet robe that draped enticingly over her fully fleshed figure, frowned worriedly.
"Oh," she said thoughtfully. "Does she do that often, go out without letting you know?"
"No, never."
"I see. Well then, I guess there's only one way to clear this up, isn't there?"
"What do you mean?" Tim asked, unable to think clearly because of the alcohol and his completely shattered state of mind.
Rose handed him his pants from the chair where he had flung them earlier. "I mean we'd better get upstairs and see just who Jose has visiting him, hadn't we? That is.. . if you're sure you want to know..."
"Yes," Tim replied slowly, reaching for his trousers. "I'm sure! And if that little son of a bitch has done anything to my daughter, I swear I'll kill him! With my bare hands!"
Rose smiled to herself behind his back. No you won't, cara, she murmured inwardly. In fact, you won't do a goddamn thing!
Even if she had known that her father was at that very moment making his way up the stairs to the third floor of the Rancho, Beth Daltrey was rapidly approaching the point where it wouldn't even have mattered. In fact, so carried away was her sex-driven young body that there was almost nothing which could penetrate past the thick barrier of sensual feeling that excluded everything else from her consciousness.
She had again pushed herself up onto all fours on Jose's bed, and the wiry Mexican's massive cock was still deeply embedded in between her buttocks, lodged firmly in the depths of her virginal rectum. She still cried out with the torment that Jose was inflicting on her helplessly impaled body.
But there was a difference. Now she no longer wanted him to stop. When, to tease and humiliate her even fruther, he paused for a moment his in-and-out stroking with his fiercely aroused cock making her beg him to continue, the lust-fired teenager lurched her buttocks backward, forcing his penis to penetrate her even further, while she flailed her head wildly and dug her knees and fists into the mattress, groaning like a female animal in heat.
For, between the present moment and the earlier painful penetration of his hugely bloated maleness into her stretched and straining back passage, something had happened. Just when she thought she could bear the pain no longer, that it would surely kill her to be so brutally taken from the rear, when her never-before penetrated rearward hole seemed about to explode with the burning sensation of his lust-thickened penis rubbing abrasively against the resistant interior of her rectal walls, a totally unexpected event occurred.
Out of the blazing pain and humiliation that she felt, a new feeling seemed to synthesize, a dark, salacious feeling that consumed her mind and body simultaneously in slow, but ever widening waves. It wound through her young loins, rippling with soft heat through every inch of her lewdly splayed frame until even her toes and fingers tingled with a new, never before felt aliveness. As its intensity mounted, it obliterated one by one all of her horrors about what was happening, almost as though an anesthetic of a very peculiar nature were beginning to do its work. In place of her disgust and loathing, she began to feel...desire...desire for the very things that only a second before had seemed unimaginably horrible. With a sudden surge of lust, the skewered teenager began to actually enjoy having Jose's cock shoved up inside her tiny anus! Want, even need it! The darkly lustful side of her nature that she had only dimly felt before and which had impelled her with a force greater than all her conscious, civilized morals, to do Jose's bidding, even when she knew it was wrong, dirty, suddenly blossomed into full flower! She no longer even wondered what was taking place, for she was transformed from the shy, bookish girl she had been only a few days earlier into a lust-consumed female beast with only one desire to fill herself everywhere at once with hotly thrusting male cocks! Her mind churned with forbidden images. She wanted Jose everywhere at once...in her anus, in her mouth, in her virginal cunt, even! She could never have enough of his hotly pumping male hardness, and if not his, someone else's, anyone's! Even her own father came into her mind, as she swung her buttocks back and forth in time with Jose's rapid strokes. Yes! She even had those thoughts about her own handsome Daddy! As if triggered by her lewd imaginings, her mouth suddenly began pouring out sounds, words, which at first were incoherent, but soon reached a crescendo of sound and feeling.
"NNNNNGGGHHHHH!" she howled through gritted teeth, "OOOOOHHHHH FFFUUUUCKKK! FFUUUUCCCKKK MEEE GGOOOOODD!"
On the stairs outside the room, Tim Daltrey stopped, frozen in his tracks at the sound of the impassioned wail coming from the door just in front of him. It was the eeriest, most primitive thing he had ever heard. Surely, surely that demoniac shriek couldn't have come from his daughter, his innocent flower of an offspring? But the voice was so distorted by lust that he couldn't tell. The thought that it might be, however, made his blood boil with a rage too potent to be contained by his reason, and he reached out to lunge for the door when Rose stopped him.
"It's probably locked," she whispered. "Come in here, we can see without going in."
Her words jolted the enraged father back to reality momentarily, and he turned to follow her in the direction she indicated. Once again, however, he felt waves of shock. For he had been so intent on finding out if Beth were the girl with Jose that he hadn't even noticed that he was now right on the threshold of the very room where his long ago farewell to Rose Molina had taken place. He looked uncomprehendingly at the svelte brunette as she opened the door and waited for him to follow. There was a strange, almost cruel glint in her eyes that he didn't understand, but the entire night was becoming incomprehensible to him now. It had a dreamlike quality, it was permeated with the unreal. His heart thudding loudly, he walked through the door.
"It's...it's exactly the same," he murmured wonderingly as he looked around from just past the threshold, seeing again the window, the vanity table, the bed.
Rose's lips tightened into a cold smile, and her eyes glowed like two coals. She, too, felt tense and taut.
"Not quite the same," she said softly, glancing behind the startled father toward the wall over the bed. Coming all the way into the room, Tim followed her glance and found himself looking through the window side of the two-way mirror that faced into Jose's room, directly at the obscene sight of his own daughter kneeling up on all fours, her face a mask of unbelievable lust, while the muscular, dark-haired chauffeur gripped her buttocks with his hands and thrust his cock into her upturned ass!
A shaft of pain sharper than any knife twisted in his gut at the sight, and it was all he could do to keep himself from crashing through the glass that separated him and Rose from the obliviously fucking pair and tearing Rose's lust-consumed chauffeur limb from limb. As it was, an agonized groan burst from his throat as his mind struggled to comprehend what was happening.
Rose watched from the sidelines, her eyes riveted to Tim Daltrey's anguish-contorted features. And as she watched him, she felt as though a great weight were being lifted from her, a burden she had carried in silence for years, the shell with which she had surrounded herself while she coolly and calculatedly clawed her way to financial success, revealing her true feelings to no one, imposing a rigorous discipline on herself while she made plans, plans that now at last were coming to fruition in the tiny room where it had all begun.
"So that's Beth," she said softly. "My, Tim, she's certainly not what I expected!"
Tim raised his hand to his eyes for a moment, his whole body tense. "Oh Beth," he moaned. "My God, what have you done to yourself?" And then he turned to Rose and asked, "How can you be so unfeeling. That's my daughter!"
Rose raised her eyebrow cynically and glanced toward Beth. "She doesn't seem to be suffering much, so why should I? In fact, I'd say she looks as though she's enjoying herself, wouldn't you?"
Forcing himself to confront once again the obscene reality visible through the window glass, Tim had to admit that his mistress was right. For Beth and Jose were now rapidly approaching the peak of their orgasm, and the horrified father watched open-mouthed as his blonde, blue-eyed daughter, whom he had labored all his life to cherish and protect, ground her buttocks back into Jose's lunging cock blows. Through the thin wall that separated the two rooms, he could even hear her voice raised once again in demonic passion as her orgasm overwhelmed her.
"Ooooohhh," she wailed. I'm CUMMMINGG! IIII'MM CCCUUUMMIIINNGGG! HARDER! HARDERRRR! AAAAAGGGHHH'
Jose, too, was apparently climaxing, for he threw his head back with his eyes closed, and his body jerked and heaved from the hips as though it were being shot through with a thousand volts of electricity. His voice, too, expressed his peak of ecstasy.
"OOOOOOHHHH SSSHHHIIITTTT!! ! " he bellowed, as his hotly throbbing penis jetted its thick flood of semen into Beth's lewdly jiggling ass. "AAAAAHHHHH!! ! "
As he watched from the other side of the mirror, Tim felt himself consumed with rage, both at the Mexican and his daughter. How could she have deceived him so? Had he been blind all this time? It was unbelievable, but it must be true. And worst of all, the horrified father found that he was even having a physical reaction to the mind-shattering scene taking place between his daughter and her...her lover? His mind reeled at the idea that Beth should have a lover, and an unreasoning, primitive wave of jealousy swept through him. At the same time, he realized that his cock, clad only in his tight continental slacks, was in full erection! He had become aroused by watching his own daughter shamefully ass-fucked by his mistress's Mexican chauffeur!
"I'm gonna kill that little mother-fucker!" he bellowed, and was about to charge into the hall and break down the door to the adjoining room when Rose's voice, sharp as a knife, penetrated his consciousness.
"You lay one hand on him, lover, and those pictures of your daughter will be plastered on the front page of every tabloid in the country in twenty-four hours! And I mean business!"
Dumbstruck, Tim looked at his mistress. To his surprise, she seemed to have changed. Instead of the assured, unruffled elegance which usually characterized her appearance, except when she was in the throes of fucking, her face was alive with a savage cruelty, and...and her hatred seemed to be directed at him!
"Rose...What's going on? I don't understand..."
"You will, very shortly. In fact, why don't you get Beth to tell you herself? What she doesn't know, I'll gladly fill in. But remember, darling, I run a clean house. Nobody roughs up the whores or the Johns, unless they want trouble. Is that clear?"
"Don't call my daughter a whore," he retorted angrily, but the revenge-driven brunette only smiled knowingly, walked out into the hall and knocked on the other door.
"Open up, Jose; it's me." Then she stepped aside to let Tim enter first.
Despite her warning, the outraged father shoved Jose aside with one arm, sending him flying halfway across the room. Then his eyes found what they were looking for.. . his daughter, huddled wide-eyed in the comer of the bed, where she had retreated at the sound of Rose's voice. She was just wrapping the sheet around her naked body, but at the sight of her father she froze in position.
"Daddy!" she gasped. And then she dissolved in loud, hysterical sobs, both in shame at having been discovered at the lowest point of her degradation by her own father, and relief that at least she would not be subjected to any more of Rose Molina's particular brand of cruelty.
But Tim was not softened by her tears. "Just what the hell is going on here, young lady?" he demanded sternly, fighting down the desire to slap her silly for what he had just witnessed.
"Oh Daddy," Beth wailed, "He...he made me come here. He said she had pictures of us and she was going to go to the police and tell them I was a...prostitute if I didn't come. And then he locked me in and he...he..." The shattered young adolescent couldn't even bring herself to use the words that would be required to describe to her father what had just happened.
"I saw what he did, Beth."
His daughter turned her anguished face toward him. hoping it wasn't true.
"That's a two-way mirror," her father explained.
"I...I know." Beth sobbed. "That's how they took the pictures."
Tim listened to her explanations, trying to fit the pieces together. Gradually he began to see the pattern. She had been blackmailed into coming tonight. And Rose had...had known who she was! It was more than he could absorb, particularly since his mind was occupied with a strange thought. As he gazed at his debauched young daughter, he felt strangely as though there was something different in their relationship now. She was not the same. The disheveled girl whose naked body huddled on the bed was almost a stranger, for he couldn't erase from his mind the image of her nakedly squirming body kneeling into Jose's lewd ass-fucking a few moments earlier, nor the hungrily-sucking vision on the screen in Rose's bedroom who slavered over the naked chauffeur's cock. His heart broke with the knowledge that something precious to him had been destroyed, perhaps forever. The innocent child he had loved was now a sexually awakened young woman! Finally, when he could bear no more, he turned away, shaking with feelings he couldn't quite comprehend.
"Well, it seems the wheel has come full circle, hasn't it?" Rose said harshly, watching her lover's turmoil from across the room.
"What do you mean?" he asked dully.
"Well, sixteen years ago. I was the weeping maiden, and you just walked out the door. Now we're here again, and this time there's another disappointed little girl who's just been fucked, isn't there?"
Tim's anger exploded at her cold words. "Jesus Christ," he burst out. "What the hell kind of a bitch are you? Don't you have any feelings?"
Rose laughed shortly and retorted with anger that matched his own. "For your daughter? No! I never learned to have feelings for children. And do you want to know why, Tim? Do you? Because the only child that was ever in my belly got cut out of it when I was sixteen, right after its father went off to marry Myrna Evans, the other hole he'd been poking his stick in! So don't you lecture me about human feelings, my friend. Because you're the man who destroyed every bit of feeling I ever had!"
A silence fell over the room after Rose's impassioned outburst. Beth, still drugged and shocked from all that had gone before, tried to put together all the strange things she was hearing. Her father knew Jose's boss before...from what she was saying, he had even gotten her pregnant...but how could that be? Her father, who was so good, so honest, he would never have done such a thing! Bewildered, she fell back on the bed, too exhausted to take it all in.
Tim gazed at Rose for a long time, as though he, too, could not believe what she was saying. "I...I never knew," he said weakly. "You never told me."
"I never had the chance. You told me first! About her! Remember? I was going to tell you that night, but I never got the chance. Because you just lucked me and left! You walked down those stairs out there and you never even looked back! You wanted Myrna Evans' baby, and her father's business. Well, now you've got them both, for all the good they'll do you, because every time you sit down at your desk in that office, or spend a penny of that money I gave you, or look at her," in an unexpected gesture, Rose suddenly reached down and ripped the sheet off of Beth's body, exposing her nakedly ravaged body once more, "you'll remember just how much they cost!"
"You...you planned this whole thing, didn't you?"
"Every step of the way, baby. I counted on you being as vain as you used to be, and you didn't disappoint me, not once!"
"Suppose I go to the police?"
Rose smiled. "That would be very unwise, considering that I have films and photos, not just the ones you saw downstairs, but another set, too, pictures of me nibbling on your little darling's cunt! And I also have your signature on a very damaging contract, my dear."
"I don't want your money now. You can tear up the check. I don't want to touch anything connected with you!"
"Noble sentiments, Tim, but the loan isn't what I'm talking about. You really ought to learn to check your carbons, darling. The way you jumped to sign those papers, I'm amazed you've lasted in business this long!"
"What are you talking about?" Tim asked, his brain pounding with the rapid flow of information. Would this nightmare ever be over?
"The carbons I gave you are a totally different contract.. . a release for Beth to appear in my little films, signed by you as her guardian. That, plus the pictures and the loan papers should discourage you from bringing the police in, I think."
Tim's stomach turned over in agony as he realized how cleverly she had woven her web of revenge. He was trapped. There was nothing he could do. And, in a dim corner of his mind, he found himself wondering if perhaps she was right, but his mind was still too fogged with the potent aphrodisiac she had given him earlier to be sure. There was a sort of ironic justice in what she had done, for what she had done to Beth...was it any worse than what he had done to her in years past?
His eyes blurred with tears as he gazed once more at the figure of his daughter lying naked and defenseless on the bed. No, he wouldn't call the police. All he wanted now was to end Beth's ordeal, for she, at least, of all of them, was innocent. He didn't know how he would ever make up to her for what had happened, but he would try. with all the strength he had.
"What do I have to do to get those pictures and the contract back?" he asked.
"Just repay my loan whenever you have a spare twenty thousand," the velvet-clad brunette replied maliciously.
"That won't be long. I have an offer to buy the firm. I think I'll take it."
"Oh?" Somehow the revelation that he was immediately ready to sacrifice the business to protect his daughter affected Rose, and she suddenly found her eyes clouding with tears, as though the knowledge that he cared so much for Beth took the edge off of her triumph. But she quickly brushed the signs of her emotions away and motioned to Jose, who had been watching the whole scene from the sidelines. "Come on, Jose," she snapped. "Let's get out of here and let Daddy and darling Beth get dressed and get out. Because I never want to set eyes on either of them again!"
"The feeling is mutual," Tim replied dully, his eyes still riveted to his daughter. He didn't turn around until he heard the door close and their retreating footsteps going down the stairs.