Chapter 7
Meanwhile, forces were converging on the Fenlon-Smith mansion, uncontrollable and separate forces set in motion by a complicated chain of events which only a genuine oriental mystic could have explained.
The first force was deadly. There were three angry young men on motorcycles, smelling pungently of horseshit tearing up the road in their haste to return to the scene of their previous crimes and commit a few new ones. Murph, Butch and Slinky had spent the night behind the stables of the local raceway, fighting over a limited quantity of excrement until they were found at dawn by an amused veternarian who explained that there was no disease known to medical science which could be cured by total immersion in horseshit.
The second force was legal and consisted in a team of high-level corporation lawyers accompanied by two detectives and an Assistant
District Attorney for the State of California who carried a warrant for the arrest of Mr. Fenlon-Smith, Dexter's father. After several months of checking books and records, the investigators had concluded that the Fenlon-Smith fortune was built in its entirety upon the systematic defrauding of the government to the tune of thirty million dollars. The most generous assessment of the legal situation was that Fenlon-Smith senior could be out of jail by about 1995 if the judge was feeling lenient on the day of the sentencing. Naturally, every cent the Fenlon-Smith's had in the bank was to be confiscated, together with the house and all the furniture in it.
The third force was also legal, but better armed, consisting of a posse of state troopers, who had finally put together the evidence from the slaughter at the Mother Truckers' Diner and the death of Ernie shortly afterwards with the sudden appearance of an otherwise unknown oriental homosexual at the Willowy Heights Hotel, reaching the conclusion that Mark was Mandy and Mandy had an unfortunate tendency to be present when and where mayhen was being committed. While Dexter's chest was being sewn back together, the young man had talked in glowing terms about the magnificent oriental girl who had saved his testicles from amputation. When the report reached headquarters, the decision was made to bring Mandy in for questioning before she provoked World War Three or the total collapse of the San Andreas Fault.
The fourth force was a private ambulance which had been engaged by Mrs. Fenlon-Smith to carry her darling son home from the hospital, so that he could recover in the presence of the girl he had recently decided he was going to marry, a Bangladesh beauty known as Mandy.
And the fifth force was a truck driven by a Mexican named (along with fourteen million other Mexicans) Pablo. In the back of the truck was a collection of shabby used furniture which Pablo carried as a cover for the real merchandise under the seat which was high-grade Acapulco Gold, a few pounds of which he was to drop off at the home of Dexter Fenlon-Smith, one of his very best clients.
Unfortunately, all five forces arrived at approximately the same time.
Mandy had lost count, actually, but she had cum a great many times and she was not at all sure she could handle any more. But Charmaine's gratefulness made her inexhaustable, and she ignored the oriental girl's feeble, half-hearted attempts to push her away.
"One more time, Mandy," she pleaded, and Mandy relaxed, spreading her legs lasciviously apart as she prepared herself to be tongue-fucked again into a frenzy of mindless sexual delirium, deciding that there were some gifts she could never bring herself to refuse. Charmaine's red lips explored the soft pink flesh of Mandy's moistly palpitating cunt, her tongue flicking out expertly into her throbbing vagina.
Charmaine had been genuinely innocent until that morning, Mandy realized, protected from sex by the fact that she was frightened of men, and too ignorant to realize that she liked women instead. But in the course of an hour's transsexual meditation with Mandy, everything had changed for the young heiress, and she would never be the same again.
Mandy turned, as she felt the searing touch of Charmaine's tongue sweep tenderly over the moist jewel of her clitoris, feeling a sudden flood of affection for her newly found girlfriend. There, right before her lust-dilated eyes, was Charmaine's fresh young cunt, warm and liquid from the repeated orgasms she had experienced. Mandy had touched her with her hands, finger-fucking her into ecstasy after ecstasy, but now she was struck with an even darker temptation. Slowly she bent over, opening her mouth and extending her tongue to touch the tiny glistening bud of her friend's clitoris.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm!" there was a gurgle of erotic joy from Charmaine's throat, and Mandy felt encouraged to go all the way. Using her hands, she pushed the sleekly churning surfaces of Charmaine's thighs apart, burying her face voraciously in the girl's supple body, her lips closing over her clitoris with savage delight. Carried away by her own lesbian emotions, Mandy began to suck with all her might, thrusting her tongue obscenely up into the quivering lust-inflated passage of her cunt while Charmaine groaned out the intensity of her sexual need.
Mandy came, powerfully, but she controlled the spasm, and devoted all the energy left in her lust-consumed body to the one task of sucking Charmaine until she came as hard as it was possible for a woman to cum!
"Weeeellll, lookie what we got here!" came a man's voice from the doorway. Mandy knew that voice, knew it well, and she looked up with fear in her heart into the merciless steel-gray eyes of Murph. The big biker was smiling, but there was no humor in his face.
"Don't stop!" begged Charmaine piteously, too far gone in the madness of her newly awakened lust to care who was watching them or why. But Mandy was scared, knowing that she could not expect to make up a story good enough to fool this savage bunch a second time. She could smell the remnants of the horseshit from across the room and she knew that they would make her pay for that little fib about a rare oriental disease.
"A couple of lesbos, eh?" commented Murph as he sauntered across the room. "Think we can make a couple of normal women out of these two queers?"
"We oughta try," suggested Slinky evilly. "They'll thank us for it later."
"For these two, maybe there ain't gonna be a later," menaced Butch angrily. "It all depends..."
"Don't hurt her," begged Mandy, trying to sum up the courage she needed to deal with this dreadful situation. Probably, they would kill her, but there was no reason for Charmaine to suffer. "Do what you want to with me, but leave her alone!"
"Ain't that touching!" snarled Butch, striding over to where she crouched nakedly on the floor. "You wanna save yer little girlfriend's life? Okay, get on your knees and start sucking. Do it really good and I mean super-good, and we'll think about maybe cuttin' off only one of her tits instead of both of 'em."
There was a moment of total silence. Butch had jerked open the front of his leather pants, exposing his massive genital equipment and the frightened girl watched his cock slowly transform itself from a flaccid limp column of flesh to the menacingly hard rod Mandy remembered so clearly from their last encounter. Charmaine seemed to be in a state of shock.
Naked and glistening with sweat, her body was still visibly aroused from her sex-encounter with Mandy, and her mind did not seem to have adjusted to the new situation which had been forced upon them. The others were watching, eagerly waiting to see how Mandy would react. Before, they had raped her, and that had been one thing, but now she was being asked to respond of her own accord.
Realizing that their lives rested in her hands, and their chance of getting out of this mess in one piece depended upon how completely she could satisfy these angry men, Mandy decided to waste no more time. They wanted abject humiliation out of her, and if she could handle all three of them and fast, there was just a chance that they might leave Charmaine alone. She crawled, the tempting half-moons of her buttocks jiggling provocatively, and she kneeled before Butch like a pagan temple slave, ready for the sacrifice of her mouth. It's nothing you haven't done before, she tried to reassure herself. But this time, it's got to be good.
Carefully, she curled her delicate fingers aiound the thickly aggressive shaft of the man's jutting cock, slowly bringing her serene young face up to meet the scarlet red tip of his manhood. She had never realized precisely how big he really was, and in retrospect, the girl wondered how this fearsome object could possibly have fit into the tenderness of her loins. Butch's hips jerked convulsively as she licked him for the first time, running her tongue lasciviously across the broadness of his bulging cock and feeling his rough motorcyclist's hands wind threateningly into her hair.
"Start sucking, baby," Murph advised her from the opposite side of the room. "Show us how you do it in Bengladoosh."
Mandy obeyed, feeling that familiar tingle of forbidden lust beginning deep in the pit of her stomach, and realizing with self-contempt that there was apparently nothing so degrading, so sinful, or so lascivious, that it would not tum her on, sooner or later.
"Don't do it, Mandy," pleaded Charmaine in horror, getting to her hands and knees as if she were planning to interfere. "They wouldn't dare hurt us!"
"Shut up, you little bitch!" growled Murph threateningly.
Mandy ignored the argument, knowing that the three bikers were capable of just about anything. Butch moved forward, forcing his long thick cock between the oval elastic defenses of her lips, and the oriental girl took a deep breath as she felt the massive tip of his cock sliding smoothly towards the back of her mouth. She worked hard, discovering that she had mastered the technique of breathing on the outstroke and holding her breath while Butch probed cruelly for the back of her throat, deliberately trying to make her choke.
"Get out of here!" she heard Charmaine screaming on the other side of the room, and Mandy glanced over in time to see the tall blonde heiress being slapped viciously to the floor as Murph and Slinky moved in on her. It had been pointless to expect that they would leave such a voluptuously tempting creature alone, particularly when they had caught her nakedly embracing another woman. Mandy's knowledge of masculine psychology was incomplete, but she realized that to studs like these, a lesbian represented a challenge.
Charmaine was on the floor now, struggling futilely and sobbing out her dismay as Murph and Slinky piled on top of her. Poor little Charmaine! She was going to make love to a man, or several men, whether she wanted to or not! But she was not destined to lose her virginity ... at least not today. Murph rolled her roughly over onto her stomach, his hands crudely seizing her buttocks and twisting the delicate half-moons apart. The girl writhed uselessly, but Murph's rigidly pulsating cock was already out, and aimed directly at the puckered little hole of her rectum. Charmaine did not realize it yet, but her first experience with a male was going to be anal!
"Noooooohhhhhhh!" the girl's scream of horror split the air and Mandy could hear rumblings and shouts of alarm in other parts of the house as other members of the Fenlon-Smith family realized that something had gone wrong. But for the moment, no one interrupted them, and Charmaine was left to her fate. Murph's finger forced its way cruelly into the tightly puckered circle of her anus, bringing a groan of despair to the young woman's lips. Out of the corner of her eye, Mandy watched, remembering how it had been when she herself had been obliged to yield herself sodomistically to a man for the first time. It was horrible, but fascinating at the same time, and she wondered if Charmaine would have the sense to relax her body and try to enjoy the inevitable.
"Concentrate, you bitch!" rumbled a voice from above her, and Mandy realized that she had become so absorbed in the bizarre anal ravishment of Charmaine, that she had nearly forgotten about the man whose long jutting pole she held between her cruelly stretched lips. And
Butch was getting impatient. Warming to her appointed task, Mandy sucked the quivering shaft of his penis even deeper, feeling her mouth slowly fill with an obscene mixture of saliva and semen. Hard as she tried to avoid it, lewdly stimulating fantasies began to flow back into her mind as she peeked again at her unfortunate friend Charmaine. Murph had made substantial progress, his huge rampant cock now embedded halfway into the blonde girl's widely-expanding rectum while Slinky made himself useful by pinning her shoulders to the floor and trying to hold her head still so that he could thrust his lust-thickened cock into the sanctuary of her mouth. Charmaine was still struggling weakily, but Mandy could see that the real fight was gone, and the girl's body would soon be submissive and accepting. No woman alive could hold off those two brutes.
"Oooohhhhhh!" there was a long low strange-sounding grunt ending with a peculiar gurgle which informed Mandy that Charmaine had opened her mouth at the wrong moment and now had a mouthful of rampant cock as a consequence. But the girl seemed to have changed in some subtle way, and the oriental girl guessed that the heiress was coming around at last. Her body seemed to be on fire, writhing with desperate lustful energy as Murph sodomized her ruthlessly from the rear and Slinky skewered mercilessly into her mouth from the front. And Charmaine was looking less and less like a lesbian with every passing minute! In fact, she was giving every indication of being out of her mind with unquenchable desire!
Lucky for her, thought Mandy glumly. If we get out of this mess alive, she'll find that these boys have cured her frigidity a lot better than I could have. Spontaneous orgasms are okay for the Narthusi, but nothing beats the good old-fashioned kind.
Butch was grunting, almost chanting now as he screwed violently into Mandy's mouth, fucking her face as if it were simply another cunt into which he could discharge the hot sticky cum from deep in his balls. The girl sensed that the biker was getting close, and she began to suck him like a madwoman, cupping his balls in her hands as she drew his long ironlike rod impossibly far into her throat. Her life could well depend upon how good a cum it was for Butch, and she worked to make this the best blow job in the history of oral sex.
Suddenly, he tightened, his muscles getting abruptly hard and his loins slamming into her face as he thrust the heavy blunt glans of his cock so deep in her throat that she nearly gagged for lack of breath.
"Goddamn . . . this is the best cocksucker ... I ever .. . ahhhhhhhh!" Butch gasped as the orgasm swept over him. Mandy's Adam's apple bounced wildly as she choked and swallowed, trying desperately not to lose a drop of the precious life-fluid the big biker was spurting endlessly down her throat. It seemed to go on forever and ever, and Mandy sucked and whimpered, and licked and gulped, not wanting it to end for fear of what was going to happen to her after the fun was over.
Then the sirens started.
People began running into the room. There was a whirl of confusion and Mandy found herself rolling over on the floor as Butch pushed her away. An elderly man had rushed in, a shotgun in his hand, his eyes wild with fury. Without thinking about the matter too carefully, Mandy deduced that this was Fenlon-Smith Senior, the millionaire financial wizard. She also deduced that he was upset about the fact that two unknown persons, people to whom he had never been introduced, seemed to be fucking his daughter in the ass and in the mouth. Mr. Fenlon-Smith was an embezzler by profession, which is why the district attorney, who at the very moment was walking in the front door, wanted to arrest him, but as far as his daughter's morals were concerned, he was somewhat old-fashioned.
Murph looked up in alarm, trying to disengage himself from Charmaine's over-stimulated body, but at that precise moment the young blonde was experiencing an orgasm, and her rectal muscles were so tight that Murph found it impossible to break away.
"Oh fuck meeeeeee," she was screaming.
"Don't stop!"
"Look, Mister, I can explain everything," Murph began, and for a moment it looked as if the old man were actually going to give him the time to do it. But actually he was only fumbling with the safety catch, and the moment he mastered that little detail, he stuck the muzzle of the shotgun into Murph's stomach and blew him in two separate pieces, neither one of which would ever ride a big bike again.
The ambulance arrived just at that moment and Dexter Fenlon-Smith still wearing a white hospital robe jumped out in alarm, hearing shots and screaming, and fearing the worst.
"You're under arrest!" yelled the district attorney as he entered the room. "Embezzlement, grand larceny, petty larceny, forgery, fraud, conspiracy to misuse state funds, attempted bribery, successful bribery, and . . . " The DA looked at Murph's mangled remains with distaste. "Murder in the first degree!"
"It was simple manslaughter, unpremeditated, with mitigating circumstances," commented one of the lawyers. "The man was buggering his daughter." Then, as if to punctuate his lawyer's remarks, Fenlon-Smith re-cocked the shotgun and shot Slinky in the head. It was not a bad shot, but then it is difficult to miss at a range of three inches. The shotgun kicked like a mule and Slinky's head simply disappeared.
Dexter ran into the room, screaming, "Mandy!" and promptly fainted as he watched Slinky's headless body fall slowly to the floor, blood spurting uselessly from the severed arteries in his neck and drenching Charmaine's body, so that she was virtually Unrecognizable. One of the detectives began to wrestle with Mr. Fenlon-Smith for possession of the shotgun while the other drew his weapon and shot Butch in the leg because 'Butch had pulled out his switchblade with the intention of killing Mr. Fenlon-Smith.
The timing was very close, but when Pablo pulled into the Fenlon-Smith front yard and found that right behind him there were three cars full of state troopers, he became the most nervous Mexican north of the Rio Grande. His hands trembling on the wheel, he put the truck in neutral, watching as the gringo fuzz leaped from their squad cars and rushed into the house, their guns at the ready. Being a sensitive man, he somehow judged that this was not the best moment in history to see if Dexter Fenlon-Smith wanted a new supply of grass. Instead he occupied himself with trying to look casual as he turned the truck around so that the front was pointed in the general direction of Mexico City.
In the meantime, Mandy jumped to her feet, slipped on sombody's blood, fell over Dexter's unconscious body and crawled nakedly out of the room, just as Butch managed to put his knife between the sixth and seventh rib of the dectective who had shot him in the leg. The detective fell over backwards, his pistol catching Dexter in the back of the head, just as the youth was recovering from his faint.
"My darling Mandy!" said Dexter, sitting up in groggy confusion and throwing himself passionately on his sister's body, since the young man was a trifle disoriented by the activities around him and the bump on the back of his cranium.
"Oh fuck me, please," gasped Charmaine, no longer caring what happened so long as someone erased the insatiable hunger now raging out of control in her loins. Blinded by passion and the presence of Slinky's blood in her eyes she ripped off Dexter's hospital gown and thrust her hips up against his, trying desperately to rouse his flaccid cock into life.
Mandy got to her hands and knees, crawling out of the room and into the corridor just as the state troopers roared in the front door.
"There she is, men!" shouted the captain in charge of the raid, spotting her as she darted down the hall and remembering that every time she had been seen, she had been running nakedly away from the scene of some disaster. The captain was already contemplating the headlines celebrating his capture of the notorious oriental outlaw. CRAFTY CAPTAIN CAPTURE GENOCIDAL JAP!, he was thinking happily as Mandy leaped to her feet, her mind functioning now on brute instinct, and raced nakedly out of the house and across the patio. The troopers would certainly have followed her, since they possessed a warrant for her arrest in connection with five otherwise unexplained murders, but unfortunately Fenlon-Smith Senior regained possession of his shotgun at that point stormed out of the room and opened fire on them while Dexter made passionate love to Charmaine under the impression she was the daughter of the Mahatma of Upper Bengal.
By the time the police subdued Dexter's father, the girl was well into the woods. She reached the road just as Pablo's truck emerged from the Fenlon-Smith grounds, and for a moment, the Mexican marijuana merchant and the naked Japanese-American girl looked at each other very carefully. Then Pablo opened the door.
"Please to hurry," he suggested.
"You're going to Mexico?" Mandy gasped in desperation having noted the foreign plates.
Pablo looked at the fine lush bosom, the narrow waist, the smooth tawny flesh of her stomach leading to the dark inviting triangle of her pussy and nodded slowly, having learned to accept life's little surprises without much emotion. Then he put the truck in gear, and they headed for the border.
Mandy hid under the seat as they passed the customs, and once on the Mexican side of the border, Pablo relaxed and rolled her a marijuana cigarette. Mandy relaxed, too, enjoying the warm sun on her naked skin, putting her bare feet up on the dashboard and inhaling deeply as she told Pablo all about Bangladesh.