Chapter 6
"Good evening, good evening," Vance said to the couple approaching the mansion door ahead of Rosemary and her young pretty companions. "You're looking well, Janet," he said to the woman, who smiled her answer back to Vance. They passed through the portal. Vance stood in the doorway's arch looking out into the night, the twilight making his hair glint silver.
He strained his eyes to see through the encroaching dark. That did look like a Porsche parked way over by the cliff, but getting out was not just Rosemary but a group of people. Ah, women! Vance could tell now, watching the short micro-skirts of all three women flick back and forth with their approaching walk. Was it possible . . . did Rosemary really bring friends? Yes! Yes, indeed! This caused a very mixed emotion in Vance.
"Rosemary, my love," he said before she even touched the first step, "we're glad to see you."
"Hello, Vance," she said brightly. "Vance, this is Linda.. . and this is Ingrid." She motioned to each enticing teenaged girl in turn.
"Well!" responded Vance. "I'm pleased to meet you. My name is Vance Winston. Tell me - do I detect a bit of the family resemblance with you . .. Linda?"
The blonde-haired virginal girl met his inquiring look boldly and without blushing. "I'm Rosemary's second cousin," she said.
"Ah! Yes, beauty does run in your family." He guided everyone inside and followed himself, still talking. "Just as beasts run in some other families - namely mine!"
He turned to the more curvaceous, peroxided Ingrid and said "Beauty runs in your family too, my dear, yes, I can tell. There are not three lovelier young women at this party. Come..." They were already in the parlor and now they moved through it toward the first of a chain of many introductions.
Vance really was being nice, Rosemary thought. He wasn't shocking the slightly nervous girls, and also he'd had the good sense not to welcome them to the sex-circle - realizing they might not yet know they were in the circle. "You did well," he whispered to Rosemary, motioning her away from his little traveling group of teenaged beauties and the obligation of introductions. Rosemary went to the bar and asked for a gin tonic, not noticing who gave it to her.
The sensually budding girls were indeed attractive as Vance guided them throughout the room. They had an air of propriety about them quite inappropriate to the fact that they wore nothing beneath their short' micro-skirts. Whenever Ingrid shook hands with someone she automatically leaned slightly forward, and Rosemary saw a bit of her firm white buttocks peek tantalizingly out of her skirt. Rosemary laughed inwardly when she saw that - it was so silly, and yet such a pleasantly new feeling, to have no panties on, feeling cool rushes of air up her long, lithe legs against her naked pussy. No one knew! Such a proper room, impossible really to think of all these people as anything other than repressed cocktail-pushers. The young girls - outwardly proper, but secretly without panties - fit in perfectly, for every other soul in the room would very soon be rapidly removing his or her own panties, and every one knew it full well as they stood around chatting and sipping Vance's drinks. Rosemary finished her gin tonic and turned to the bartender for a second.
Good god! It was Clark who stood just a few feet from Rosemary behind the bar, dressed in a long white coat, the buttons of which nearly popped as the coat strained over his powerful chest.
Clark! And he knew whom he had before him, all right! He leered shamelessly at voluptuous Rosemary, towering over her by several feet and hunched threateningly forward, a malicious gleam in his liquid animal-like eyes. Rosemary flinched uncomfortably from his hungry appraising gaze and scurried across the room with her new drink.
It was quite a shock to see Clark in the assembly, the single bit of ugliness among the young, attractive circle members. He was like the bull in the china shop, or more accurately, like the ape in Vance's parlor. Why did Vance have him here, was he just going to tend bar and cast his devouring, obscene glances at the attractive females in the room like he was now doing so shamelessly, or was he going to actually take part in the orgiastic activities? Rosemary cringed at just the thought. Well, whatever, Clark was not going to get her. True this was a regular circle party and she would have to - she sighed in pleasant anticipation - have sex tonight, most likely getting fucked; but forcing was not allowed in the circle. One could use persuasion but not force - if she didn't like someone, she didn't have to have him if she was persistent enough in her refusals. And if anyone tried to foist Clark off on her she would be persistent, all right! Having Clark even touch her was totally out of the question. Bah! - she shivered again with revulsion as she cast another glance at his monstruous, muscular form, so huge and repulsive, an eyesore, even behind the bar in his white servant's coat.
"We're going downstairs now," Vance said, returning to Rosemary with the vivaciously animated girls. "Do you want to come, Rosemary? As I was just explaining to your little beauties, we have a quite interesting and unusual film to show down there." Rosemary followed Vance, Ingrid and Linda as gradually, did everyone else in the room.
Vance started the film running and then came out and sat closely in the booth with Rosemary. Linda and Ingrid sat snugly in the next booth with the two circle men, the booth barely large enough to contain all four. Rosemary looked over at them - they watched the screen still in complete ignorance of what would appear on it when the preliminary frames stopped. This film, in color, had credits and a title: GIRL OF INDIA.
In the middle of a lush green landscape a pale and completely naked young girl appeared, scarcely fifteen. Her budding little breasts bounced tautly up and down as she walked; her dark eyes were small and downcast, her expression resigned; the camera circled completely around her as she walked to catch all the curving angles of her developing young body. Her buttocks were tight, firm, and not too prominent, as though she were still a child; only her tautly bouncing breasts, and something in her expression, announced that she was sexually not a child. She walked quickly as though impatient to reach a predetermined spot - as though, indeed, to get it over with. Suddenly she reached the spot - a little plateau of closely cropped grass - and stopped, abruptly sitting down on the ground and spreading her slender white legs revealingly wide apart like the blades of a pair of scissors. There was scarcely a single strand of pussy hair between her widely parted legs, just the little pink "vee" of her youthful cunt. The fleshy pink vaginal slit was too tightly shut to see the secret inner lips of her vaginal opening. Only a small swath of the interior of her virgin's cuntal lips showed pink and fleshy, a narrow strip of glistening flesh on the screen.
A man appeared on the screen, naked, his long hard cock standing out before him like a huge thick stump. He quickly knelt between the girl's enticingly spread legs, and her eyes darted down to his stiffly erected penis, then flinched away in shame. Yet she knew - or was being told - what she must do. For in less than a minute she had wetly covered both of his desire-tightened balls with her tongue and ended up with his hard thickened cock stuck deep in her oval-lipped, straining mouth. She began bobbing heatedly up and down on the fleshy upstanding perns, all of her delicate white body straining with the effort.
"Well, you brought the new members," Vance said softly to Rosemary - softly enough that the red-faced, shocked girls next-door could not hear. "Rosemary, I see now that you really are going to leave us." He paused, letting his eyes wander to the screen for a moment and linger there, and then drop away - there was nothing new, he'd seen it all.
"I'm sorry Rosemary, you know," he said.
"I'm sorry too, Vance," Rosemary lied.
"Yet... they're very cute girls you brought, quite acceptable. I'll let you go, Rosemary." He reached down below the booth's mattress frame and pulled out a stack of films, pushing the entire pile along the floor toward Rosemary. "Here," he said, "they're yours. And I have no copies."
It was all going so wonderfully smooth! Rosemary was delighted - to get the films back so effortlessly, without doing a thing and with no tongue-lashing from Vance was a dream fulfilled. Perhaps she should walk out with them right now, not taking any part at all in the evening's orgy.
But Vance continued: "You know, Clark did get quite an itch for a fuck that time. And he's rather choosy - he doesn't like just anyone." Vance paused, studying Rosemary's face from which the beam of happiness had just faded, being replaced by a look of frozen horror. "He liked you," Vance said. "But. .. now you're going from us. So I think Clark might like to sample one of the two new girls; one of the two girls now sipping the aphrodisiac; say . .. Linda ..."
"Eeeeeeeeeeehhhh!" Rosemary screamed in shock and revulsion at the idea. Heads all over the room turned, but seeing that Rosemary was not being harmed, the heads soon enough looked away again in disinterest.
That lousy bastard Vance! That was his trump card, all right, and he was using it now to the best possible effect. True Rosemary did - despite her conscience - arrange the trap for the girls, but having Clark break in poor, virginal Linda would be just too much! Rosemary had done something bad, very bad, already; but she still had enough human decency, even in her fight for freedom, to see that those tender young girls were not handled by beasts.
She turned her tearful eyes to the booth next to her. The men had their arms around Rosemary's friends, but matters had not progressed further, and all watched the film. On the screen the man had moved to the side so that the unfortunate young girl, still thirstily sucking him, could in a sitting position receive a second lover, this one in her little girlish cunt. The man's excitedly stiffening cock was just now worming its slow, teasing way through the wetly glistening lips of her pussy and into her soon-to-be-ravished little vaginal entrance, while the girl's face - distorted from the cock-sucking - twisted still more from her frightened wincing cries. The tears brimmed over Rosemary's eyes and flooded her cheeks at the guilty thought that soon Linda would be getting something like that girl on the screen, and it would be Rosemary's doing. But... it would not be Clark. NO!
Rosemary gritted her teeth. "I'll take Clark," she said in a trembling voice to Vance. "Once. If you promise he will never get to touch the girls. Never."
Vance took Rosemary's hand, his attitude suddenly became eager and excited. "I promise," he said. He squeezed Rosemary's cold, trembling hand - and simultaneously with the other he loudly snapped his fingers.
Clark immediately appeared and Vance nodded to him; Clark understood.
The pleased and excited sex-group leader slipped away from the booth, to hover voyeur-like nearby; the shapely teenagers had snuggled into their companions' arms, still sitting properly; and around the room lewd action was slowly beginning which left here and there a naked breast exposed, some eagerly pulsating cocks, here and there but as yet no contact. Only the film showed contact with the girl being skewered now in her sucking mouth and in her tight, helplessly straining virginal cunt from which a thin trail of blood could be seen trailing down her trembling young thighs.
In Rosemary's booth, the action was quite different from the rest.
The idiot Clark muttered something - could he not even talk? and mentioned demandingly to Rosemary to take her clothes off. Rosemary moved instinctively away from the hulking man on the mattress, as far away as she could get, and began to unbutton her blouse, gradually exposing enticing patches of her sun-bronzed flesh. She shrugged the blouse off her sloping shoulders, bringing her naked breasts into view with their tiny pink nipples bobbing sensually around from the movement of her slender arms.
She bent forward to slide off her shoes, and then - still sitting - she unzipped her short skirt and tugged dutifully at it, her beautiful face as resigned as a lamb being led to the slaughter. As she raised her firmly rounded buttocks just enough to let the brief skirt slip beneath her it was apparent to Clark - and the nearby Vance - that she'd worn no panties. The moronic servant smiled lewdly and possessively as she dropped the skirt to the floor and lay back on the couch, mechanically - like a obedient robot. Her brown, thickly fringed eyes glazed with resignation and suppressed fear as she turned to face Clark, lying on her side. There were tears on her face, and her tortured mind spun with the effort of controlling her racing disgust for the bestial, overly-muscled man who now breathed so close to her that she could smell his breath. She vowed - anxious to save some last little bit of self-respect -that she was not going to look at him and she clamped her eyes tightly shut.
"Aaaaaaaaagh!" she groaned loudly, startled at the greedy hands which reached up and began to heatedly knead her full exposed breasts with thick, crude fingers. But she didn't scream again, she just bit her lips to squelch her utter humiliation.
The dim-witted muscle man lay next to her, his face even with her fearfully quivering breasts, and his tongue snaked out eagerly to tease the stiffening nipple-buds, making them palpitate into lewd erection. Involuntarily a mewl of pleasure escaped Rosemary's lips - it was nice, having someone play wetly around her sensitive breasts, if she didn't stop to think about who it was.
Now the tongue snaked warmly down her heaving belly and into the soft indentation of her navel, darting in for a moment, before continuing to trace a wet tormenting path all the way down the smooth flat plane of her abdomen, and finally into the soft black pussy hair guarding her moist, lust-incited cunt. With a grunt Clark dropped his arms and placing a hand on either trembling leg, pried them apart; then with one thumb on each of the fleshy, hair-lined lips of her now-exposed cunt, he pulled them gently apart. The warm fleshiness of her cunt glinted softly pink, and she was spread wide enough that he could see a little way into her small tight vaginal opening. Clark's head jerked forward and his tongue buried itself with a wet sluicing sound in the warm quivering opening.
Rosemary groaned involuntarily. God knows she didn't want sex with the muscle-bound idiot but having no choice, she might as well get on with it. She recalled with spine-chilling horror the size of his huge thick penis when she had seen it exposed, jerking lustfully upward toward her, when he had almost taken her in Vance's study. Soon tonight - somehow - that enormous thickness would be inside of her vainly resisting cunt. It was so big it would break her in half! She was afraid of the prospect of that long hard penis inside of her more than anything; and for this very reason she now decided to abandon herself to whatever little grain of lascivious pleasure she could get from the foreplay. She hoped to prepare herself and also in this way to please the lust-crazed idiot - so that when it came time for him to actually stick it in her almost virginally small cunt she might be able to persuade him to do it gently. God how she feared that big, thick cock! And, conversely, how she loved the licentious electric tingling now creeping up her belly from his tongue worming wetly in her vagina.
She surprised even herself when she moved her feet further apart and tangled her hands in Clark's hair pulling his face tight into her hotly throbbing cuntal mound. She began to grind her hips sensuously in time to the moistly darting tongue that probed up into her love-starved pussy. Her eyes were still clamped shut, and her mouth began to hang open in undisguised pleasure - undisguised because she wanted the idiot to see it. She goaded the big deformed man on with her hands and with her wantonly pumping hips, like a nymphomaniac gone wild. Her muscles strained under the tightness of her naked flesh, standing out like stretched ropes ready to snap against the pressure of his repeated forward tongue-thrusts into her insanely throbbing cunt.
It might not be so bad to fuck Clark after all, she thought. She did not see the shadowy figure standing nearby - Vance was enjoying this so much that it was a supreme effort for him not to make a film of it. Yet in this respect he was trustworthy; but in another he was not.. .
"In the ass!" he whispered to dim-witted servant.
Rosemary didn't hear the obscene words, but she was aware that Clark's tongue had stopped the wild probing of her steadily pulsating vagina, stopped it when she had been very near to having a climax! She opened her eyes and saw the lust-driven idiot hurriedly removing his clothes. She saw also another figure hovering excitedly nearby: Vance! Well, let him watch, let him have his fun, why not, just this quick fuck and she would be done with it, she thought, clamping her eyes tightly shut again.
Hands came onto her nakedly quivering thighs - she didn't realize there were four hands - and tugged at her voluptuous body until she had turned over. She obeyed, laying on her stomach now, her widespread legs hanging obscenely from both edges of the mattress. Clark ducked down between them as he grabbed her ankles and spread her legs still wider apart. He then spread the resilient cheeks of her ass with his hands, exposing the tiny tight pink anus nestled invitingly in the crevice. He ran his hand up the inside of her thigh all the way to the wetness of her moist open cunt and his head dropped to wetly kiss the smooth oval buttocks, his tongue trailing down to lick the deep narrow crevice between them, pausing to twirl lewdly around her pulsating little anus.
The taut puckered skin strained around the little anal opening as Clark's thumbs pulled excitedly at the tender pink flesh. Now his outstretched finger began to probe at the puckered little inlet while Rosemary groaned in growing humiliation.
"Spread 'em wider," Clark said.
Rosemary did as told until her long white legs could now be spread no wider. Clark was going to fuck her from behind, she thought naively, but why was he fumbling so lasciviously around her anus? She did not especially like that, but was willing to put up with almost anything to keep him happy, to get on with it! To get it over!
The thick finger probed forcefully and Rosemary groaned loudly as it suddenly popped through the little puckered ring. She jumped slightly forward from the sharp pain, her mouth wincing in unheeded protest, straining away from the intruding finger as her warm rubbery rectal flesh closed tightly over it in forced acceptance. Another groan of protest escaped her pain-tightened lips as the finger cruelly dug into the first knuckle.
Clark rotated it harshly around in the tight expanding hole in eager preparation for what would follow, sawing in and out and expanding the tiny resisting anus ever more. And Rosemary began to wriggle her hips desirously back against it, beginning almost to enjoy it, still thinking Clark was just fooling around in prelude to a regular screwing - the barbaric cruelty of sodomy never crossing her mind.
Clark brutally dug another finger in and Rosemary squealed, burying her face in the mattress, any further enjoyment suddenly out of the question. He placed one hand on the small of her back to pin her voluptuous naked body firmly down as he screwed both fingers into her mercilessly, stretching the tiny puckered anus until she grunted in pain each time he twisted his hand. She was being skewered like a helpless animal on a spit as the cruel sodomizing fingers worked around and around deep up in her virginal wide-stretched rectum.
Clark relished what would follow. This stuck-up little bitch, he thought, is the same one that was too good to have him that time in Vance's study. But now he had her, all right, he'd made her groan with pleasure and now he was prodding her defenselessly straining anus like an avenging angel, pinning her hard to the mattress at the same time, allowing no possible escape. His painfully throbbing cock was fully erect and soon he would shove it in. How good that would be! This bitch who'd called him an ugly bastard would be naked and totally subjugated before him, not just being fucked, but being involuntarily fucked up her resisting virginal anus.
Ready, Clark pulled his two extended fingers out of the writhing brunette, and the fingers seemed to come out reluctantly, the pink clasping skin clinging tightly to them until they withdrew with a wet vacuum-like sucking noise.
He pushed the smooth rounded ass-cheeks wide apart again with his hands and lowered his face into the narrow, exposed crevice. His tongue licked teasingly at the throbbing hole until the surprised raven-haired beauty could not stand this abusive, tickling torture another minute.
"Stop! Oh, please stop! God, don't do that!"
"Kneel, you cunt," the idiot commanded from behind her. She obediently got up to her knees, presenting the rounded white half-moons of her naked buttocks up to the now wildly aroused Clark. He stood up behind her, directly between her widespread curving thighs, and leaned forward, his hands bracing his large body on the mattress, his huge stiffened cock standing straight out with its blunt bulging head resting obscenely in her split rear crevice.
"Tickle my balls, you whore," he said. She was totally at his mercy now, and he intended to take full advantage of it. Rosemary reached back under her nakedly kneeling body and gently stroked at the large hairy testicles dangling heavily down between Clark's thighs. She stroked at the flaccid-skinned balls hungrily, in the hope that being nice to Clark might produce mercy - for she now had a horrible inkling of what he intended to do.
"And now, my sweet bitch," he said, "stick it in." His voice was rough and crude, the words passionately slurred. Rosemary's hands moved hesitantly from the softness of his testicles and grasped his huge rock-hard cock. A sudden expression of fear flashed across her face as her fingers closed around the heavily pounding shaft flesh and she realized again just how enormously big it was. It seemed even bigger when she held it than it had before when she had only seen it! She stroked the long throbbing penis experimentally, indecision apparent on her tortured face.
"Put it in, I said!" he snarled. "Put it in your ass!" He savagely dug his talon-like fingers into the sensitive flesh of her hips, holding the abjectly kneeling young wife in place.
Her ass! God! Yet, totally subjugated, her young mind swirling in confused circles, she tremblingly submitted to the cold command and the cruel pressure of his hands by placing the hard, blunt tip of his warmly pulsating penis against the tight little opening.
Immediately, the massively throbbing cock began probing and working against her tiny puckering anus, the muscles of Clark's stomach standing out as he strained his naked body forward. It looked like a giant battering ram trying to force its way into Rosemary's helplessly quivering rectal opening. She clenched her eyes more tightly shut as she felt the straining little nether ring suddenly give way before the relentless pressure, and the lust-swollen cockhead pop inside with a sudden rush.
"Aaaagghhhh!" she shrieked, her face contorted in pain from the brutal ravishment of her virginal, defenseless anus.
Vance's servant watched the nakedly kneeling young wife trying to pull away, trying to escape the unwanted obscene impalement. Grinning sadistically, he grabbed her warm-fleshed thighs tightly, pulling her back toward his massively swollen cock, locking her in position as he thrust his hips forward with all of his strength against her helplessly upturned buttocks.
"Oh God, it hurts, it hurts. It's too big -oooooohh, it's too big!"
But the rock-hard, cruelly erected penis surged forward battering the rubbery resistant flesh before it without respite, sliding deep - even deeper - into her fearfully cringing rectum.
"Oooooooohh, oh God ... please ... stop! Ooooooooooohhhh," she yelled as his pelvis finally smacked loudly against the trembling softness of her cock-impaled ass cheeks. The thick rampaging instrument was now buried to the hilt in her hideously stretched anus.
Clark's lasciviscious grin shone from his face. He had her! The little bitch had no choice now, no choice but to be taken just as he wished. He had her, all right!