The Bordello Initiation

One expects a woman who makes a career of running a brothel to look at least a little like a madam, but in fact, Maxine presented the appearance of being someone's grandmother rather than anything as sinister as the proprietress of a house of ill repute. As she sat talking with Travis, her combination bouncer and business manager, she looked positively saintly, her gentle white hair well combed and her slightly spreading matronly figure neatly covered by a sober black dress.

Travis, on the other hand, looked exactly like what he was: a man with a long criminal past who had spent most of the forty five years of his life pursuing all the vices of mankind and inventing a few of his own along the way. Enormously powerful, he towered at least a foot over the head of his dainty female boss, but seemed to respect her at least as an equal. With black busy eyebrows and a sports shirt left open in front to display his rippling chest muscles, Travis looked about as mean as he was.

"It's this immorality," he was complaining. "Why don't the churches get on the job and teach the people the difference between right and wrong?"

"Oh, it's a new age, Travis," agreed the pleasant looking old woman. "In the good old days, when a man needed some real fun in the sack, he had to come to us, because unmarried girls didn't do certain things and proper wives didn't behave like whores in bed with their husbands. But it's all changed, Travis. Nowadays, these kids have their first period and they head for a drug store to buy a bottle of birth control pills. And these wives! They sit around reading books on how to entertain a man in bed. No wonder the boys don't come to see us anymore. They're getting all the actions they can handle at home!"

"It's disgraceful," asserted Travis as Maxine nodded in agreement. "Morals are shot to hell. And these college girls are the worst of all."

"Ah, remember the good old days," reminisced the older woman nostalgically. "Remember Travis, on a Saturday night, how we used to get professors, important businessmen, real cultured people. Why I can recall when I wouldn't open the door to anyone who wasn't wearing a tie."

Travis leaned forward to pour another dash of whiskey into Maxine's teacup and then tilted the bottle back to take a long swig himself.

"Nowadays, we get nuttin' but perverts," he grumbled. "Them freaky guys with whips and chains and bullshit like that. And most of 'em are more ignorant than me, and that's sayin' something."

"Well, our girls are getting older," observed the white-haired woman. "That makes a difference too. Frenchie's been with us for fifteen years now and. Dulcie and Jessica over ten. Most men like something young and a little fresh, I'm afraid."

"And unwilling! Maxine, I'll tell you something, free sex is so available these days that a lot of guys only get turned on if they can take a gal who doesn't wanna. Maybe we could get one of the broads to pretend she's a white slave captive, or something."

The doorbell rang unexpectedly and the two jaded merchants of human flesh looked up at each other in surprise.

"That couldn't be a customer," commented Maxine dubiously. "Are any of the girls sober enough to work?"

"Yeah, but if they ain't, I'll send the John in to you," joked Travis, moving his massive body toward the door.

"Good evening, Sir," came Jane Holloway's light refined voice. "Is this Maxine's?"

For a second, the burly bouncer simply struggled to find his voice, his widened eyes roaming lustfully over the girl's splendidly formed young body. Finally, his mind boggling at the sight of her, he managed to croak out an answer.

"Might be. What can we do for you?"

"I'd like a room for the night," explained the girl brightly. "I heard that all the university crowd comes here."

Travis could not be considered an intelligent man by any means, but four decades in the underworld had made him as crafty and cunning as a forest animal. After a moment's hesitation, he understood that some kind of mistake was happening before his very eyes, and an instant later his mind was at work, planning ways he could turn the situation to some devious advantage.

"Why of course, Miss," he responded, stepping quickly outside to pick up the girl's two bulging suitcases. "Most, of the cultured folks in New Orleans come here 'cause our atmosphere is kinda extra refined. Would you step this way, please?"

Travis led the tall lithe blonde into the lobby, hoping desperately that one of the whores would not take it into her mind to wander into the room half naked just at that point.

"Who is it, Travis?" called Maxine from her office, her voice sounding sweet and grandmotherly as always. "Is it a John?"

Jane was frankly happy to hear a woman's voice because this ferocious looking man was frightening the daylights out of her. Of course he was obviously nothing more than a respectable hotel keeper, but he looked to her like a cross between a sex maniac and a gorilla, combining the worst features of both.

"No, Ma'am," Travis answered. "John called to say that he couldn't come this evening. It's a young lady from the university who needs a room for the night."

"Who...?" muttered the brothel keeper, coming to the door with her teacup in hand, but Travis sent her a warning glance before she could give the game away.

"Oh ... well, glad to have you, Miss," she said, her experienced eye skipping rapidly over Jane's voluptuously curved figure and the finely tapered legs only partially concealed by her inadequate miniskirt. "I think you'll find our ... uh ... accommodations modest but comfortable.

"Oh, I'm sure I will," answered Jane, looking a little dubious as she surveyed the worn furniture and cobwebs on the ceiling. Oh, it's all right, she was trying to reassure herself. I'm going to have to get used to roughing it if I expect to live on my budget. "Are there some other students staying here tonight?"

"Oh, the place is almost full," Travis assured her, winking covertly at Maxine. "Only they are all upstairs studying their Greek. You'll see 'em later on."

"Why don't we let the young lady relax on the couch for a moment, Mr. Travis?" suggested Maxine craftily, giving her assistant a glare. "While you and I decide which room is most suitable."

Jane seated herself uncertainly on the soiled sofa while the bouncer followed his boss into the main office, bracing himself for the bawling out he knew he was due to receive.

"And what on earth do you think you're doing!" she hissed at him the moment they were alone.

"Now calm down, Maxine," the big brute answered her. "I ain't doing nutting'. At least we kin make a couple of bucks by renting a room for the night. An' I got a couple of ideas, but I gotta do some thinkin' first."

"Travis, that little broad has got class written all over her," snapped the whore house owner. "We mess around with her and we could have troubles with the law."

"And who knows she's here?" countered the bouncer. "Nobody! Maxine, just leave everything to me."

And without waiting for permission, the bulky muscular man wheeled quickly out of the office before the older woman could think of any further objections.

"Right this way, young lady," Travis boomed, sweeping her bags up off the floor as if they were filled with feathers and then barging up a narrow, poorly lit flight of stairs. Jane followed, some of her fears returning as they left the sanctuary of the living room and the reassuring presence of the kindly white-haired woman.

Travis knew precisely where he was headed and he moved as fast as his legs would carry him, still fearful that one of his whores would choose precisely this moment to leave her room and ruin his charade. Fortunately for his evil intentions, however, he managed to sneak his unsuspecting victim into the 'special' room at the end of the corridor before she could see any evidence that this was not just another run down hotel. The room was 'special', since Maxine had had it specially built many years before, putting in sound proofing and a two-way mirror for patrons with rather peculiar tastes. In this room, a whore and her customer could make as much noise as they pleased without fear of being overheard. And to double the fun, others could watch without being seen themselves from a hidden compartment concealed behind the mirror. Many a sordid orgy had been staged in the 'special' room, and Travis was hoping that he could arrange at least one more.

"I think this will be real comfy, Miss," he announced, switching on a light and gesturing around the room.

Actually, Jane was pleasantly surprised. The rest of the hotel had seemed rather grimy, but this room was quite neat and pleasant. The bed was double and looked soft and inviting and the bathroom was surprisingly clean.

"I think this will do very nicely," she informed Travis with a smile. "There's more than enough room for me here." The inexperienced young girl was unsure whether she should offer the man a tip as she had seen her father do during their travels, but in any event, Travis did not seem immediately disposed to leave her alone, instead seating himself comfortably on a chair.

"Yes, this is our nicest room, I think," he commented, his deep gravelly voice resounding unnaturally in the soundproof room. "Most of the boys and girls from the college stay here at one time or another. A lot of 'em come to me for advice about their studies."

Jane found this difficult to believe, since Travis did not sound precisely like a man of profound learning, but she supposed that he had acquired a certain amount of rough wisdom in his life, and it was refreshing to know that he was concerned about the welfare of young people. It just goes to show you how people can't be judged by external appearances, she reminded herself, sitting down on the bed and crossing her legs.

"Would you care for a cigarette?" offered the man, extending a pack in her direction. Jane nodded, deciding that a smoke would relax her before sleep and put it between her lips as Travis leaned forward with a match. The taste was strong and strange, unlike anything else she had ever smoked, and her eyes widened with surprise as she observed that the cigarette was hand rolled and remembered what Dan Wollinski had said on the train.

The bouncer followed her glance, his agile mind immediately ready with an explanation.

"Ya like 'em?" he said solicitously. "They're a special brand made by hand in Turkey. I got to like 'em when I was over there a few years back, working for the government."

"Oh, how fascinating it must have been!" answered the naive girl with a sigh of relief. The moment she had seen that the cigarette was manufactured by hand, she had immediately recalled Dan's warnings about marijuana, that drug that made you do silly things. But it was clear by now that Mr. Travis was not that kind of person and he was hardly the hippie type. And naturally, the kindly old woman downstairs would hardly permit any such goings on in her hotel.

"Ya like the taste?" asked Travis, inhaling deeply on his own cigarette and then blowing out a cloud of smoke into the room.

"Yes, it's different, but I rather enjoy it," Jane answered truthfully, starting to wish that he would go so that she could get her clothing off and relax. As if he were reading her mind, the big man rose to his feet, smiled at her in a friendly innocent fashion and reopened his cigarette box.

"Well, I'll be on my way and let you have your beauty sleep," he announced. "I see ya like my Turkish cigarettes, so I'll leave a couple ' more." Before she could say no, he dropped two more cigarettes on the night stand next to the bed and made his exit.

A very kind man, thought Jane dreamily, as she took another long drag on the cigarette, and felt a relaxing blissful sensation start to creep over her tired body. Taking another puff, she stretched languidly and then stood up to get undressed.

Travis kept the hinges on the compartment door well oiled and there was not a sound as he swung it open and stepped quickly inside. The two-way mirror was clear and the big man settled contentedly on a stool to watch the young blonde girl leisurely strip off her clothing, stopping every minute or so to take a deep drag on his 'Turkish' cigarette. To his enormous disappointment, Jane's back was turned towards him as she undressed and headed into the bathroom. There was the sound of water running and a moment later she emerged, wearing only a flimsy translucent nightie which more or less covered her firmly sensuous body from the tops of her heavily swelling, tantalizing breasts down to the fullness of her cream-white thighs.

Travis smiled evilly as he saw her climb up on the big double bed and light up the second cigarette, and he observed happily that a blank faraway look was drifting into the girl's blue eyes as the mind killing marijuana filtered into her bloodstream and began to affect her brain. Squirming down into a comfortable position, the deceived young coed allowed her body to fall back tiredly against the pillow and the short lace nightie snaked its way up over the soft brown triangular 'vee' of pussy hair in her groin, exciting Travis enormously as he viewed the thin pink hair-lined slit running between her slightly parted thighs.

But there was much, much more to look at, and the bouncer's eyes hungrily traced the smoothly flowing contours of her hips up to the gently heaving outlines of her large pendulous breasts inadequately concealed by the frail flimsy fabric of her nightie. Jane's breasts were unusually high-set and closely spaced, and the nipples protruded slightly, making Travis' cock stir anxiously in his pants with excitement and anticipation.

The hardened criminal had waited a long time for an opportunity like this! He hated these college girls anyway, hated them for being beautiful and young and free when he was mean looking, ageing and hunted by the police. He hated them because they gave their splendid lust-arousing bodies away to their hairy young boyfriends and not to him, and worst of all, they did it for free and college boys did not need to come to whore houses anymore, thus ruining his business.

But now his mouth was positively watering with the prospect of getting his teeth into the delicate little nipple-buds of the voluptuous kid who'd walked right into his trap, and biting them until she moaned in agony. He wanted to run his hard murderous hands lustfully over that pure young body, churning her up into a seething, writhing mass of over stimulated female flesh, and watching with sadistic delight as she pleaded for mercy beneath him. In his long lusty career, he had known many women, most of them whores or other criminals but nothing anywhere near as sweet and delectable as this young thing was going to be!

It would only be another few minutes. Those cigarettes were loaded with the most potent marijuana money could buy, which had then been treated with an opium base for extra kick. An inexperienced girl like this would be out cold in a matter of minutes, and then he could make his move. But the time seemed to pass slowly. Travis would not have believed it possible, but the girl was actually puffing her way placidly through the second cigarette already having absorbed enough of the vicious drug to stone an elephant.

But eventually the marijuana had its inevitable effect. Jane's eyes were still half open but her loose-jointed posture on the bed with arms outstretched and legs spread wildly apart told him clearly that he could now do whatever he wanted with her. Moving with cat-like caution, Travis let himself out of the hidden double mirror compartment and slipped through the corridor and into Jane's room. Standing silently at the foot of the bed, the brothel's bouncer gazed sadistically down at the helplessly drugged young female before him. She had passed out too quickly to have switched off the bedside lamp and in the soft light Travis viewed the interior flesh of her white tender thighs, gleaming seductively. Almost panting with lust, he feasted his bulging eyes on the softly curling golden hairs surrounding the vulnerable but tightly clasped lips of her unused little vagina, imagining the pleasures which were shortly to be his.

Travis, old boy, he addressed himself, this is going to be the best fucking of your life! You've never had anything quite like this before! From his vast criminal experience, Travis knew that a drugged woman could still react quite normally when a man was fucking into her, despite the fact that the victim was incapable of resisting or even understanding clearly what was happening to her. And in the morning, the whole sordid experience would seem to have been nothing more than a bad dream.

Except he added to himself, in the morning she'll have a belly full of Travis cum. What a gas it would be if she got pregnant! That would be something to try to explain to the doctor!

The erotic tension of the situation was goading the man's penis into a turgid state of lustfully quivering rigidity as he circled hungrily around the bed, reassuring himself that she was really out cold. Feeling the heavy blood-engorged head of his penis aching with urgent desire, he adjusted his pants to ease the pressure, noticing that tiny droplets of sticky seminal fluid were already oozing from the delicate swollen gland at the end, and he finally decided to make himself completely comfortable and open his fly.

He stood next to the bed, looking down with a deep sense of criminal satisfaction at the helpless young beauty who lay unconscious before him, carefully stimulating himself even more by massaging the thick leathery foreskin back and forth over the long menacing shaft of his penis. What he held in his hand was all the 'culture' a real man needed in this rough lusty city he told himself, and once he had jammed it all the way up inside that innocent young cunt, her elegant finishing school accent would make no difference at all. She would moan and cry out just like any other tortured female, and a woman lying on her back with her thighs spread apart was no different from any other woman, educated or not.

Now, confident that he could do precisely what he wanted, this tough cruel whoremaster quickly dropped his clothing on the floor, fully exposing his hard turgid member which stuck out frighteningly from his groin like the gun on a battleship. As an afterthought, he locked the door securely from the inside, just in case Maxine started to get curious about what he was up to and decided to barge in on him.

Now everything was ready and he hovered over the big double bed, almost too excited to touch the obscenely sprawled girl for fear he would explode on the spot, spewing steaming hot spurts of milk-white cum all over her half naked young body. There was a whole exciting range of perverse and sordid possibilities available to him, so much to choose from that for a moment, the big man could not decide where to begin. He could simply stand there and continue to caress himself until he sent his sperm flying all over her lush soft breasts, the safest course, since this way there was not a chance in the world that she would ever realize what had happened to her. But the full bodied sensuous young woman seemed too far gone now to be aware of anything, and Travis wanted more than something to look at.

Yes, there were other choices, and he experimented mentally a little, wanting to choose the precise perversion which best suited his depraved mood at the moment. Those half opened ruby lips were attracting his attention now and he knelt cautiously on the bed next to her flowing blonde mane of long soft hair, moving his nakedly glistening body into position until the tip of his fully erected penis wavered only inches from her dimpled chin. He knew he was taking a chance on cumming before he wanted to, but the temptation was too great to be resisted. Thrusting his hips gently in the direction of her face, he rested the hard, thickly ridged underside of his cock directly in the valley formed by her two red lips, wiggling lasciviously back and forth as he toyed with her unsuspecting mouth. The lewd viscous pre-cum was still oozing slowly from his turgid gland, and her lips quickly became moist and lubricated as he slid his lust-bloated rod of flesh cautiously back and forth against them. The blonde girl moaned slightly in her restless sleep, and Travis delighted as he felt the heated air from her nostrils flowing gently over the surface of his turgid cock.

Goddamn, he thought in a mounting passion, it would be great to take her right now in the mouth! But he was not toally confident that the whole business could really be managed with an unconscious girl, and so he contented himself with experimenting a little farther with another lewd game. After all, he had not yet seen her really naked!

Moving slowly, he reached down with his one free hand and took hold of the hem of Jane's flimsy white nightie, tugging it carefully uppast the tender expanse of her belly and over the mountainous twin mounds of her heavy flaccid breasts until he could see every inch of her nakedly splendid young body. Nothing that had happened to Travis in his entire life had excited him as much as this girl at this moment.

And she was all his! He could do whatever he wanted with the girl because he could clearly see that she was beyond defending herself!

But Travis was not quite correct in his assessment of the situation. True, Jane was a long way from being in full possession of her mental facilities, but she was floating in a dream world somewhere between reality and slumber, not fully unconscious nor fully conscious. The marijuana had thoroughly warped her brain, playing tricks and games on her, and even in her dreams she realized she was somehow in bed with a man. Sometimes it was her old boyfriend, Richard, but at other times it seemed to be the young man she had encountered on the train, Dan. For some reason she did not clearly comprehend, it was perfectly all right for them to be in bed together and everything which had been forbidden in the past was now allowed.

"It's okay," she murmured sleepily, momentarily upsetting Travis. "Dan...." and her voice trailed off again as she drifted to a lower level of consciousness. It was a strange floating sensation and Jane somehow felt toally happy and comfortable. She was aware that her own lush, desire-arousing body was almost toally naked before this man, but for some peculiar reason none of this really bothered her. Her flesh was tingling like never before and she felt superbly drowsy and alive all at the same time.

There were hands on her bare, unprotected breasts but she was convinced that they were friendly hands and there was no reason to be afraid. A strange aching feeling was creeping slowly through her veins and the doped-up girl vaguely realized that she wanted something badly, but could not clearly decide what it was.

"Sorry I was mean ... on the train ... Dan," she whispered, half opening one eye and uselessly trying to focus on the bleary indistinct figure on the bed with her. There was a faintly pleasant buzzing sensation in her head which successfully blotted out any attempts at rational thought.

Ah, she thinks I'm somebody else, Travis laughed cruelly to himself. So much the better. So she was mean to Dan on the train, eh? Well I'll just take some revenge on Dan's behalf and he'll never be the worse for it!

As he mumbled mercilessly to himself, the sadist permitted his hands to roam lewdly over the maiden's helplessly vulnerable body, tweaking each of her tender brown little nipples into an excruciating state of hardness and grinning cruelly to himself as he watched them both pop obediently to life. Not satisfied by a long shot, he maneuvered around on all fours above her, massaging the softly yielding flesh of her belly with his hard muscular hands and then exploring down into the moist brown triangle of her pubic hair guarding the entrance to the ripe fleshy folds of her cunt.

Jane writhed with unconscious pleasure as his fingers brushed over sensation packed nerve endings in her tingling little clitoris, and Travis knew that he was finally starting to get to her in a big way.

Enough of this horsing around, he instructed himself. Let's get down to some serious business! And he crawled purposefully back down over her milk-white body and began pushing her relaxed and unresisting thighs gently apart, his eyes trained on the hair-covered 'vee' of her naked little pussy. The girl's lithe and lust inspiring form was now moving incessantly as his persistent pokes and prods aroused her more and more by the minute, and Travis grinned as he wormed his lewdly prying fingers through the rounded cream-like spheres of her buttocks and tormented the soft red hair-lined lips of her unused, inexperienced young vagina.

Her mind still wandering in the drugged mists of semi-consciousness, and her eyes still lightly closed, Jane was too stoned to wonder at the strangely powerful new emotions being provoked inside herself. All she wanted now was to give herself body and soul to this mysterious, faceless, nameless figure who hovered over her, and she rejoiced as she felt his harsh sweating palms against the delicate softness of her inner thighs pushing her legs farther and farther apart and opening her up to him like a flower.

The man's head descended slowly toward her gently trembling thighs and Jane's body jerked convulsively as his lips invaded the privacy of her pubic mound. His hotly slavering tongue speared forward like a lizard in flight as the brutal molester planted a noisy wet kiss on the palpitating flanges of her slowly opening cunt.

"Ohhhhhh," she groaned piteously, and Travis shot a worried look up over her heaving white breasts to her face, but the girl was still not conscious of precisely what was happening to her. Jane's hands crept down to her high-set, sensuous breasts and her fingers unconsciously continued to stroke the thickly swollen nipples, keeping them hard and erect while the big burly man burrowed in between her widely spread legs, his lips lapping away hungrily at the moist pink furrow of her loins as if he had completely lost his mind.

The criminally aroused girl began to thrash her head wildly from side to side, her hips jerking convulsively as his hotly searing tongue traced a lewd path up and down the full length of her narrow wet cuntal slit, occasionally forcing its depraved way into the elastic-rimmed opening of her palpitating little vagina. Then, farther down, the conscienceless man paused a moment to pay his lewd respects to the small circular opening of her pinkly clasping anus, bringing a special kind of agonized groan to her lips.

Travis was amazed at the speed with which this strange young blonde was becoming excited. She was obviously not a girl with a great deal of experience in bed, a fact he could easily deduce from the tightness of her vagina, but she was becoming more erotically aroused by the moment, and he realized that she was one of those women who are red-hot for sex without ever consciously realizing it. Once the marijuana had blunted the fine edge of her prudish morality, she became one hot little bitch and there were no two ways about it!

Nor had he ever expected to have a little fireball like this at his complete disposal. As he nosed his way through the sweet smelling little triangle of golden pussy hair for another merciless tongue-thrust up into the moist sanctuary of her defenseless vagina, he felt the orgiastic fluids from deep inside her lust-racked body starting to flow and realized that she was enjoying this as much as he was, unconscious or not. And she was too excited and too doped up to fight off anything he did to her now. The sky was the limit as far as this chick was concerned!

Her hands snaked down into his thick, black hair, and Travis felt the drugged young coed forcing his face even farther into the rapidly moistening mysteries of her freely flowing body as she groaned almost incessantly under the vicious tongue-lashing he was giving her. As he stuck his tongue directly into her tiny clasping pussy-hole, the man delightedly felt the smooth inner walls of her cunt contract with a definite sucking motion as if she wanted to seize it and drag it up inside of her. At the same time, the girl's long, finely tapered legs began to get into the act, slipping dexterously up around his neck and taking him prisoner as if she wanted to hold him there between her silk-soft thighs forever.

Every fibre in Jane's body seemed to be burning with some slow all-consuming flame and each time the wildly sucking man tongue-fucked into her, the muscles in her thighs reacted and her hips thrust back up against his face. Her legs splayed apart even farther, instinctively giving him the greatest possible access to the most private part of her body, and Travis played it for all it was worth. At last! He could not take another moment's delay. He had to have her, and now.

Breaking free of the death grip of her thighs, he slithered his eagerly tensed body up over hers, pausing only to bob his head down and nip teasingly at the flaccid yielding flesh around each turgid nipple until she groaned half-consciously for mercy. His long unsheathed dagger of male flesh moved in for the kill, and with one abrupt forward flicker of his hips, he brought the fat, blood-engorged tip of his cock into immediate contact with the openly quivering lips of her well-moistened cunt. Her thighs were spread as wide as humanly possible and the little wet furrow of her vagina seemed to be begging for it.

Travis could hardly suppress an unfeeling snicker as he contemplated what the deceived young coed would think the following morning when she surveyed her ravaged body in the mirror and wondered what on earth could possibly have happened to her. He would love to be there to see it, and in fact, he could be, thanks to the concealed compartment and the two-way mirror.

Jane's mind by this time was more fogged and confused than ever. She had no idea what was happening to her and she only knew that there was a terrible longing emptiness at the base of her stomach, a void which screamed to be filled at any cost. Her firmly rounded buttocks were grinding back and forth as if a steady stream of electric current were passing through it, and Travis had to struggle with her wildly contorting body just to hold her down on the bed. Then, reaching down between their tensely straining bodies with his hand, he guided the quivering shaft of his massively swollen cock directly into the target, running it up through the narrow valley of her buttocks and then posing it right at the eagerly seeping entrance to her vagina.

Jane felt him push, testing the elastic-rimmed tightness of her warmly throbbing little vagina. The man was big and his bludgeoning rod of flesh was too thick for the narrow aperture. Travis knew that he was going to have to fight his way in, but the sound proofed walls of the room would prevent her screams from being heard on the street. Taking a deep breath and steadying himself on all fours, he shoved forward up between her trembling milk-white thighs.

"Noooooh!" she screamed out as the man's lust-inflated cock forced its way past the tightly unwilling cuntal ring and buried its massive throbbing tip just inside the fragile fleshy walls of her cruelly stretched vagina. "Aaaaggggghhh!!!"

But there was no turning back for Travis now, and a little screaming did not bother him in the slightest. In fact, it increased his pleasure considerably and he shoved all the harder, deciding to finish the job of impaling her in one more quick lunge.

"Uggggh!" she gurgled in agony as he ploughed his way into her to the hilt, slamming up against her futilely writhing body until his balls slapped harshly against her unprotected little anus. The girl's long, splendidly formed legs were once again moving wildly, kicking out frantically on either side of his hard pillaging body as she struggled uselessly to escape this ferocious assault. But it was hopeless and had she not been completely knocked out on marijuana, she would have seen precisely how hopeless it was. Each agonized jerk of her brutally impaled body only served to insert his hard charging penis deeper into the warm moist softness of her cunt, and her piteous groans for mercy only stimulated the cruelly sadistic man to greater heights of depraved passion.

The drugged young coed's mind was thoroughly befuddled and she felt as if she were being split down the middle like a sacrificial lamb. The hard skewering rod of flesh seemed to be running all the way up inside her body, so deep that she could almost taste it in the back of her throat. Her dazzled mind made a few tentative attempts to orient itself, but the clouds of marijuana prevented her from thinking clearly for as much as an instant. In her private dream world, the kindly protective Dan Wollinski had just changed back into her cruelly smiling boyfriend Richard and she knew somehow that it would be a waste of time to beg him for mercy. He was punishing her for having cheated him that night in his father's car, and she deserved every bit of it.

Travis looked down on the girl's nakedly suffering body with triumphant joy, knowing that she had never been penetrated this deeply before, if she had ever been penetrated at all. If she had been a virgin ten minutes ago, she was no longer a virgin now, and he had surged into her with such speed and determination that he had hardly noticed whether his bull-dozing cock had swept away the fragile membrane of her virginity or not. It did not make much difference now, and he smiled cruelly as he listened to the tormented howls of pain whimpering from her open mouth, and watched her arms outstretched on the pillow in total surrender as she writhed nakedly beneath him, her lips bared back over her teeth in a tight grimace of agony.

Trying to excite himself even more, the cruel whoremaster raised his great muscle-hardened body up in the air and gazed down to the point where his inky black pubic hair meshed lewdly with her faint blonde fuzz, and his huge, lust-engorged cock disappeared up into the pinkly glistening flesh of her cunt. He held still for a moment, enjoying the scene and savoring this moment of animal conquest, wishing there had been someone else there to see how skillfully he had dominated this sleek-bodied, heavy-breasted princess from another world.

Jane was still thoroughly lost in her private universe of drug-ridden fantasy, but one thing was real and concrete to her; there was a man's long hard penis completely embedded in her formerly unpenetrated young vagina and she could feel every ridge and indentation in the long punishing rod. It wormed inside of her like some horrendous species of animal with its head nestled snugly against the delicate tip of her cervix and at the other end, she could feel the ridiculous tickle of his sperm-bloated testicles as they danced lewdly in the narrow moist crevice of her buttocks. It had become part of her now and somehow the pain seemed to be slowly receding. She had wanted so desperately to be filled, filled at any cost, and now she was empty no longer!

The change in her body was slightly, almost unnoticeable, but Travis had been in a lot of beds in his time and the big man had grown sensitive to the moods of his sex partners. Experimentally, he flexed his organ, bringing a soft whimper to her lips, but not the sullen cry of anguish he had expected. It was working, he told himself triumphantly. The lust-stimulating marijuana had done the trick again. This little girl was already balancing precariously on the tightrope between agony and ecstasy!

He flexed his penis deep within her steaming cuntal flesh, withdrawing himself an inch or two and then worming his way back in to his original position. Her eyes remained tightly shut, but no sound of pain issued now from between her sensually parted lips. Yes, it was time for him to go to work!

Still moving slowly and cautiously, Travis retreated until the heavy bulbous tip of his cock was left just inside her moist tender pussy-hole, and then ploughed smoothly forward, and the groan which involuntarily escaped from her lips told him clearly that she was no longer in any condition to object to anything he chose to do to her from now on. Her blonde beautiful head was lolling from side' to side on the soft whiteness of the pillow, and at the same moment, Travis could feel the soft regular undulations of her hips as the rhythm of his strokes communicated itself to her love starved body.

Despite the continuing fog in her brain, Jane herself was partially conscious of the fact that her body was coming to life. The pain had departed now, replaced by a soft excruciating tingle which started somewhere deep down inside of her cock-stuffed belly and spread inexorably out through the rippling tissues of her cunt into the milk-white flesh of her widely-spread thighs. The strange, all pervasive sensation worked its way up along her backbone until the unbearable stimulation arrived at the lewdly swaying twin peaks of her breasts, making her tiny brown nipples stand out even more strongly than before.

Travis looked down upon her with unconcealed delight as he felt her hips begin to rotate lustfully from side to side and the tiny contracting muscles of her vagina start to nibble hungrily at the lust-inflated head of his long stiffened penis. Every time the man surged brutally up into her, the widely dilated lips of her hair-lined pink pussy slit seemed to cling to the blood-filled thickness of his cock, disappearing up inside of her as he skewered forward. On the backstroke, the frail pink cuntal tissue seemed to cling to the thick blue-veined skin of his penis as if the girl was reluctant to let him go.

And her body movements were becoming fiercer and more frantic by the moment as her sexual tension increased. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck as if they had been lovers for a year, and the flat smooth plane of her stomach slapped into his slightly protuberant belly as she bucked beneath him like an untamed filly. She was straining to cum, he realized, struggling like a madwoman for sexual release in the arms of a man she did not know and had never seen before!

Travis found this bizarre situation extraordinarily stimulating and he grinned as he heard the lewd wet sluicing sound coming from between their two desperately straining bodies. Her knees were lifted high up off the bed now with the soles of her feet planted flat on the mattress and her head jammed cruelly up against the headboard of the bed. In her drug-dazzled mind, her lover had once again become the kind considerate young man she had met that day on the train, and she cried to him with all her heart as the inexorable spasm began to sweep over her, tossing her tormented body like a ship swamped by a tidal wave.

"Ahhhh!!!!!" she sang to him. "Dan ... Dan ... it's happening to me! I'm cumming!"

Travis nearly went out of his mind as she gurgled out this wildly erotic orgasm, running her sharp fingernails across the broad muscular expanse of his back and sucking voraciously on his tongue. The bouncer tried to hold back and prolong his own pleasure, but the pressure was too intensive for his incredibly excited cock to sustain. As her legs entwined around his lustfully pumping buttocks pulling him even farther up into the secret recesses of her womb, the white-hot heat and tension built up impossibly high in his wildly swinging balls as they beat a crazy tempo against the unprotected crevice of her buttocks.

"You little whore!" he mumbled as the hot sticky cum poured irresistibly out of him. Jane felt the head of his cock suddenly begin to swell and throb as if it were in the process of exploding, and then came the moment of release which both of them had instinctively been praying for. Like white-hot lava from an erupting volcano, his molten male cum stormed into her body, ricocheting around the grasping inner walls of her cunt as he creamed endlessly into her.

When the orgasm had finally ended, Travis lifted himself up on both his arms, a foolish grin on his face, expecting to find her eyes open and looking at him with fear. Instead, she gave every indication of having gone immediately to sleep. All the years of repressed sexual tension finally released, Jane had succumbed finally to the pervasive effect of the marijuana she'd smoked and passed out cold.

"Sleep tight, little college girl," he told her unconscious form as he slowly removed his gradually deflating penis from her overworked little cunt, "because I got big plans for you tomorrow!"

Jane awoke slowly like a patient coming out of the ether after an operation, becoming gradually conscious of her surroundings. Yes, it was the same room and somehow she saw that she had managed to fall asleep with the light still lit. Her body felt as bruised and battered as if she had gone fifteen rounds in the ring with a heavyweight boxer, and she did not feel particularly rested or refreshed, even though her watch informed her that she had slept for eight full hours.

When she got her sleepy eyes all the way open, however, the real surprise awaited her. The flimsy shortie nightie she had worn to bed had somehow been ripped off her body and thrown on the floor! She had spent the entire night spread-eagled on the bed, naked as a baby and without so much as a sheet to protect her from the night air. Fortunately the room had been warm or she might have caught a serious chill.

Alarmed, Jane pulled the covers up from the bottom of the bed and snuggled into the soft spacious mattress, noticing as she did so that portions of the sheet below her were stained for some reason. The whole situation perplexed her. As she moved, there was a dull ache between her legs, as if her period was beginning or she had just spent a particularly long afternoon on horseback. What did all of this mean?

Then she remembered the dream. What madness, yes, it all came back to her now, she had had this hopelessly erotic dream about being in bed and making love to the boy named Dan whom she had met on the train coming to New Orleans. A shiver ran through her nakedly battered body as she trembled beneath the covers recalling that dream. The things she had permitted him to do to her! Naturally, since it had been a dream, all those perversely wicked things had come from deep within her own subconscious. There must be a streak of evil down deep inside of her, she decided, which only comes out while I'm sleeping!

Yes, it made sense. Jane had had erotic dreams before, particularly after an evening in the back seat of Richard's father's car, although nothing as wild as this! They had always been fleeting, barely-remembered fragments, nothing as solid and realistic as this dream had been.

In fright, Jane crossed her hand protectively across the two fearfully heaving mounds of her breasts, and gave a cry of unexpected pain. Her nipples were painfully bruised! One hand shot down between her legs and she produced another alarmed yelp. There were sensitive black and blue marks on the soft white skin of her thighs! And worse of all-she blushed even to think the thought-her maidenly little vagina felt as if the Russian Army had marched through it all night long! What did this mean?

One thing was sure, this had been no ordinary dream. From the looks of things, she could only guess that she had suffered some kind of sexual blackout which must also have involved ... she hardly could bring herself to admit it, but the evidence of her naked body was too clear to be denied ... since she had been alone in the room last night, she could only have done these things to herself. And it was time to stop using nice words for it. She had masturbated, masturbated wildly and there was no other explanation!

A feeling of bitter shame swept over the girl and she remembered all the vague lectures she had received from her mother about purity and wholesomeness. So this is what she had been talking about! Jane tried to reassure herself by thinking logically that the depraved act had been involuntary and therefore was not sinful, but an intense feeling of guilt stayed doggedly with her and would not go away.

It must have been the train ride, she decided. I got myself overtired and overexcited and then all that dirty talk about prostitutes with Dan ... She suddenly realized that it had been Dan Wollinski's image she had embraced with such violent passion the previous night. God, how could she ever face him again?

Well, there was no point in spending the whole day morbidly dwelling on the dreadful thing which had happened to her. She had learned something profoundly frightening about herself, that was for sure, and she could think of no way of being positive that it would not happen again, but it was futile to sit around worrying about it hour after hour.

One thing was certain, however. It would be a good idea to get out of this hotel. Her room was clean and pleasant, but the total silence was already starting to get on her nerves. She noticed that she could hear nothing from the outside: no footsteps in the hall, or trucks passing or birds singing. It was nine o'clock in the morning and all around her there was the total silence of an undiscovered tomb. It was eerie and a little bit frightening.

There was something strange about Maxine's, she decided. For one thing, she had noticed in the taxi that the 'hotel' was a long way from the university district, in a distinctly run down quarter of the city. And the more she thought about Mr. Travis, the manager, the less likely it seemed that troubled students would bring their problems to someone like him, or that the US Government would send him on a mission to Turkey. She could not put her finger precisely on what it was that troubled her about the place, but she felt distinctly uneasy here and the sooner she checked in at the university, the happier she would be.

The first order of business was a hot bath. There was a strange dried white stuff all over her legs and she plunged joyously into a tub of hot water and scrubbed until her body sparkled with cleanliness. Then she dressed quickly, re-packed and headed for the door.

Which was locked.

Maxine was sitting in an attractive flowered housecoat with her well groomed white hair in curlers, her sweet grandmotherly face in a tight smile as she listened to her good friend Travis recount his nocturnal adventures.

"So this proves what I been saying all along," he asserted.

"I'm still worried, Travis dear. Suppose her father starts searching for her?"

"Look, we can sit her down and make her write two letters, one to the university saying that she ain't coming, and one to her father telling him that she's already registered and havin' a ball. That way nobody worries."

"And you really think she'll bring the customers in?"

"Maxine, you been running a whorehouse for forty years now and you still don't know nuttin about men," complained the bouncer eagerly. "First, this girl is the best looking piece of tail I seen in a dog's age, and anybody in their right mind'd give his eye teeth to stick their cock into her. On top of that, she's got real class. I mean she talks nice and acts like a real high class broad."

"And she doesn't want to have anything to do with an establishment like ours," pointed out Maxine, sipping a little French cognac from her habitual teacup.

"And that's just what makes it perfect. These guys are tired of the kind of broad who just flops on her back and spreads her knees. That little gal upstairs is gonna fight like a wildcat and the John'll have to slap her around first if he wants to get any action out of her."

"And you think this will stimulate our customers?"

"Wait a minute, you ain't heard the half of it," proclaimed the sadistic whorehouse attendant. "This chick is real screwed up in the head because she really wants it worse than a bird wants worms. Once you get inside of her and start fucking around, she turns on like a clock radio. Man, you shoulda seen the sparks fly last night when I was riding her. What a wildcat!"

"Travis, you're a knuckle-head, but you just may have something here," conceded the madam, starting to be convinced. "But what's her body like? No John is going to spend good money on some flat chested little college girl even if she can talk fancy and wiggle her hips."

"Maxine, you gotta see for yourself. Come on, we'll go have a talk with the little lady and have an official inspection."

Jane jumped as the door burst open without warning, but she recovered with surprising quickness and turned on her tormentors with real indignation.

"What's the meaning of this?" she stormed, knowing now that something underhanded was going on. "Why was that door locked?"

"See what I mean," said Travis, turning to Maxine and behaving precisely as if she were not there. "A real hell cat and she used good grammar too."

"Yes, she's a nice looking young lady as well. I didn't get a good look at her last night, but now I see what you mean. Are her tits real or is she wearing falsies?"

"Nah, that's all her," affirmed Travis excitedly, stepping forward and adroitly squeezing one of Jane's high full breasts before the girl had a chance to dodge away. "You, take off yer clothes and let Maxine get a good look at ya'."

"I'll do nothing of the kind...." Jane began spiritedly, but the man's big hand came suddenly out of nowhere and caught her full on the side of the face, sending her sprawling across the bed.

"Do what I tells you, bitch!" he growled at her menacingly, but the gentle lady corrected her assistant sharply for this breech of good manners.

"No, Travis, I really must ask that you cease that sort of thing at once. You know I do not tolerate violence in my presence."

"Ah. I'm sorry, Maxine. Would you like to step out of the room while I beat her up?"

"No, not in this case, because I think that this young lady will listen to reason. But in the future, if you find it necessary to use force, I would prefer that you employ that whip in the cabinet. The sting is quite adequate and, as you know, it leaves no marks. Our customers would not appreciate finding ugly bruised or black and blue marks on this charming young body."

"I insist...." Jan began again, bewildered by all that was happening to her, but her eyes followed Travis' movements as he obediently went to the cabinet on the wall, unlocked it, and extracted a cruel looking leather whip which he brandished in her face. Stunned, she fell silent and Maxine continued in her school teacher's voice.

"Now, as you see, young lady, we are in a position to give orders and expect obedience, so you will do what you are told. I would like to see you naked please."

"No!"

"Excellent," commented the madam. "She is very high spirited. The customers will certainly enjoy overcoming that kind of resistance. Travis, please strike her moderately hard on the backs of her legs."

Jane backed away in terror as the zealous goon moved forward, but he had her neatly trapped between the bed and the wall and there was no escape. With a sickening hiss, the whip sailed through the air and connected painfully with the soft flesh on the backs of her knees.

"Aaaaagggghhhhh!" she screamed hoarsely, trying to scramble over the bed while Travis hit her again as she struggled away from him, this time creasing the backs of her milk-white thighs just below the twin half-moons of her desirable young buttocks.

Her cheeks smeared with tears, the girl realized that she had very little choice in the matter. Either she obeyed these two monsters or they would cut her to ribbons with that whip, and the intensely painful smarting on her legs informed her clearly that her courage had melted as far as the lash was concerned. Never in her entire life having known the slightest physical discomfort, she was discovering that she was not as brave as she thought she was. Travis moved menacingly in her direction again, and her hands flew to the buttons on her blouse.

"Oh please...." she mumbled in fear and confusion. "Why?"

"Never mind the questions," snapped the brothel keeper a little acidly. "You have twenty seconds to get naked or Travis will use the whip again. You see how much he enjoys it."

There was no longer any question about complying with their demands. Frightened out of her mind, the tall lush blonde rapidly undid the buttons on her blouse and slid it off her smooth cream-white shoulders. The miniskirt dropped to the floor next, revealing her long tapered legs. Glancing at the pair nervously, Jane fumbled with the snap on her brassiere and released the proud twin mounds of her full womanly breasts. Around her brown pointed nipples, the marks Travis had left on her the night before were still visible and Maxine grinned sadistically at the sight. Jane kept hoping they would say that they had seen enough and tell her to stop, but Travis gestured with the whip at her frail white cotton panties and Jane, blushing with shame and humiliation, bent from the waist and slipped them off, baring the battered and bruised region of her vagina to the cruel eyes which were trained upon her.

"Travis, I believe this time you have found us a gold mine," commented Maxine, walking around the nakedly shivering girl and examining her from all angles with the critical eye of an expert. "She looks like a model from one of those men's magazines you've always got your nose in. She'll do very nicely!"

"Wha ... what are you going to do with me?" quavered Jane unhappily, finding her tongue at last.

Instead of snapping at her, Maxine smiled pleasantly for a change, patting one of the girl's large, lust-inciting breasts as she spoke.

"You, my dear, will be priveleged to fulfill your true function as a woman," she explained with a kindly expression on her sweet old face. "Alas, I am too old and men no longer desire me. But you will drive them bananas!"

"My function ... I don't understand."

"These college girls ain't too bright," observed Travis with scorn. "We gonna send some guys in here and you gotta fuck 'em. That clear enough for ya'?"

It was. Her cheeks reddening into a deeper blush, Jane's eyes burned with indignation.

"Never!" she spat back at them, finding her courage at last. " I would never do such a thing!"

"That's perfect," commented Maxine happily, glancing at her cohort. "See how her eyes flash."

"Yeah, she's gonna be great," agreed the whorehouse strongman. "We're gonna get rich with this little broad."

"I absolutely will not cooperate!" Jane shouted, a little perplexed at their reactions. "I demand that you release me immediately or I will call the police."

To Jane's utter consternation, this seemed to be precisely the way they wanted her to act, since the two brothel operators smiled at each other knowingly as Travis began to gather up the girl's discarded clothing and stuff it into her suitcase.

"Don't you understand?" she pleaded with them, totally confused by their attitude. "I'm not a prostitute. I ... I'm still a virgin!"

After all that had happened, Jane was not totally sure that this was the strict scientific fact of the matter, but she calculated that they would hardly be in a position to dispute her. Unfortunately, her claim simply produced another round of raucous laughter.

"Sure you are, baby," sneered Travis. "Hey listen, did you have any strange dreams last night?"

At these words, the girl's mind really went into a tail spin. So it had not been her imagination! Something actually had happened the previous night!

"I ... I don't understand," she said, burying her face in her hands as she stood nakedly before them.

"Baby, you were great!" Travis proclaimed crudely. "About the best fuck I ever had, and probably the best you've ever had too, although I'd like to know some more about this guy Dan you kept talking about."

Utterly demolished, the girl sank back on the bed, cowering beneath her two heartless tormentors while they poured a steady stream of harsh mocking laughter upon her.

"Didn't your mommy ever tell you about taking funny looking cigarettes from strangers?" Travis continued to rub it in. "Here's the rest of the pack, baby, you're gonna need 'em."

It was nearly an hour before Jane Holloway got ahold of herself and was able to think clearly. Walking naked around the small room, she tried her best to review the situation in her mind. Escape seemed to be impossible. The massive wooden door was locked securely from the outside and anyway Travis had taken away her suitcase and all her clothing, leaving only her cosmetics case and the pack of marijuana cigarettes which were still lying at the foot of the bed.

Gradually, it all became clear to her. They were going to prostitute her! They were going to send men into this room, strange unknown men, who could do what they liked with her nakedly defenseless body.

A knock came at the door and the startled girl snatched up a blanket off the bed and covered herself as Travis entered carrying a tray.

"You better get some breakfast, honey, because your work day is about due to begin. First time in many a year that we've had customers in here before noon, but when we told 'em about you, the line started forming!"

Travis still carried the whip stuck in his belt, but Jane felt a little more self-confident with the blanket wrapped around her and she made one last attempt to climb up on her high horse.

"Mr. Travis," she began coolly. "I must inform you one last time that what you are proposing is quite impossible. I intend to defend my honor with all the strength in my body and each and every one of your so called customers will have a real fight on his hands if he tries to touch me. I realize that I can be beaten into some kind of submission, but surely that won't be much fun for your customers."

"That's what's gonna make it perfect, baby," the lewd brothel manager replied with a satisfied smile. "The guys who are gonna come walking in her like nuttin' better than a little fight before they do their stuff. It kinda gets 'em excited, understand? Everybody's tired of the kinda broad who just lays there and spreads her legs. You fight all you want, honey, and Travis'll get rich!"

With this unfeeling pronouncement, he laid the tray at the foot of the bed and left, carefully relocking the door behind him. Jane sat down in a daze, now having a whole new set of facts to consider. So they wanted her to resist! It was part of their plan that she should go down fighting!

There were two fried eggs, toast and rich black coffee on the tray and Jane wisely decided that she should take at least this much advice from Travis and eat a hearty breakfast. God only knew what kind of horrors were going to come walking through that door in a matter of minutes and she could defend herself better on a full stomach.

She thought as she munched on the eggs, trying to consider every aspect of the problem. Travis was obviously a man who liked girls better if they had to be taken by force, and it was only logical to assume that there must be many other men like him in the world. Strange that her parents had never mentioned this kind of thing, but then the young girl was starting to discover that there were quite a few unpleasant facts in this world which her mother and father had neglected to explain.

So what was the best strategy for resistance? Even without the whip, Travis could easily overpower her any time he wished, and she had to assume that the kind of man who liked to bully girls would not be the ninety seven pound weakling type. Probably they would all be able to beat her into obedience quite easily and putting up a battle with each one of them would mean more fun for them and more pain for her. Somehow she had to ruin their pleasure so they would let her go. But how?

The answer was ridiculously simple. She must not resist, not in the slightest. She must lie there utterly passive, and spoil their depraved lewd enjoyment.

But somehow, she sensed in the back of her head that she would never be able to do it that way. Even wanting to put up no resistance, she realized that the rigid moral training she had received as a child was far too strong. She would fight back whether she wanted to or not. And the customers would cheerfully beat her black and blue, fling her tormented naked body around on this very bed and ravish her with even greater delight. She would be playing into their hands one way or another. If she only had sleeping pills or something to knock herself out with! If she could only avoid being conscious when it happened!

Jane finished her breakfast and drained the cup of coffee, surprised that her appetite was as good as it was, considering the terrible situation she was in. Settling back on the bed to do some more thinking, she found herself vaguely wishing for a cigarette. She could have asked Travis to....

Suddenly, her glance fell on the doped cigarettes he had scornfully left for her and she remembered what the marijuana had scornfully left for her and she remembered what the marijuana had done to her poor dazzled mind the night before. Of course, smoking dope was a very wicked thing to do, something only hippies and moral degenerates indulged in, but in a situation like this, one had to chose the least of all available evils. If she could smoke enough to dull her brain, to deaden her sensibilities ... it had worked last night!

Jane puffed furiously on the cigarette, trying desperately to draw the strong harsh smoke down into her lungs where it would give her the maximum effect. Her legs tucked under her and covered with a blanket, the girl's ripely swelling breasts were quivering with real terror as she struggled to drug away her consciousness before her first 'visitor' presented himself. Her mind was racked with images of the terrible things which she understood were going to happen to her. Strange dirty men who liked to torture women would come and lay their hard hands upon her nakedly defenseless body, skewering into her heartlessly and brutally, unmindful of her screams for mercy.

She had to get high! Sucking furiously on the cigarette and longing for the deadening sensation of the marijuana, she lit a second cigarette before the first was quite finished, and had just inhaled as deeply as she could when the door slid silently open.

Oh God, I'm not out yet, she groaned to herself. I'm still wide awake! Why isn't this stuff working?

"Okay, and if you find she's more than you can handle, don't hesitate to use the whip," Travis was telling her first customer as he stepped into the room. "But try not to mark her too badly. We've got a whole string of other clients to think about and she has to be kept in reasonably good shape for awhile at least."

"Okay, chief," commented a short stout muscular man as he followed Travis into the room. "I won't damage the merchandise. Hot damn! She looks like she might be worth that outrageous price you're asking. See y' later."

Travis grunted and disappeared, locking the door securely behind him while the newcomer walked slowly toward the bed, unbuttoning his shirt as he came, his dark malicious eyes gleaming with anticipated pleasure. Jane watched him approach, sucking wildly on the cigarette and wondering what she should do. Perhaps she could somehow confide in this man, explain the situation and convince him to help her escape. It seemed unlikely, but at this point, anything was worth a try.

"Sir, if you could listen to me a moment," she began hesitantly, but she fell immediately silent as he sadistically waved the whip in her face.

"Don't like chatty dames," he informed her brutally. "Shut yer trap and spread yer legs."

Jane cowered under the blanket while the man placidly continued undressing and she failed to repress a gasp as he lowered a soiled pair of undershorts, revealing a heavy fat belly and beneath that, a short thick cock which dangled limply between his hairy thighs. He approached the bed and violently yanked the blanket away from her and the terrorized girl took one last frantic drag on the cigarette before it was knocked out of her hand and the man was on top of her.

Pinning her roughly to the bed, his hard calloused hands roamed lustfully over her struggling naked body, squeezing her tiny brown nipples until they hardened involuntarily beneath his fingers and digging with the other hand into the light soft pubic hair between her fearfully convulsing legs. Jane struggled futilely, trying to push his hard muscular arms away and wiggle off the bed, but he was easily twenty times too strong for her and laughed harshly at her ridiculous attempts to escape. His huge fat chest shaking with laughter, he played with her like a child plays with a helpless kitten, turning her this way and that and examining her splendidly vulnerable body from all angles.

Suddenly Jane let herself go completely limp and in this moment of relaxation, the frail bodied woman discovered that the marijuana had worked after all, but not quite the way she had expected. Instead of putting her to sleep, the drug was electrifying every fibre in her body and each time this rough unfeeling man touched her, he set off a whole chain reaction of tiny pleasure sensations which raced through her abused flesh like a thousand miniature needles.

Instead of drifting peacefully off to sleep, she was turning on more violently every minute! Her body felt like a forest of dry trees with a fire raging wildly out of control, her mind gallantly fighting a hopelessly losing battle for survival. Jane lay immobile for a few minutes, taking deep breaths and trying to regain control over her own drug-weakened flesh, but moaning as the cooling air swept over the exposed little button of her clitoris. The muscles in her smoothly molded thighs flexed and unflexed convulsively and the high proud peaks of her breasts rose and fell rapidly with every panting breath.

The man was enjoying himself enormously, perfectly unaware of the raging mental conflict going on inside the young blonde girl's tortured brain. That creep Travis had told him that this was a kidnapped college girl who was being held here against her will, but he was not about to swallow a story like that. She was a whore, just like any other whore, but after all, it was really the act which counted and this gal was putting on a performance worthy of an Oscar. He had never seen a woman turn on so quickly and so violently in his life, but it made not the slightest difference to him whether she managed to enjoy herself or just pretended. He was having a ball, and that was all that counted!

And he decided not to wait a moment longer to experience the real thing. Pushing her unresisting thighs farther apart with the calloused palms of his hands, he levered up over her like an avenging angel, his short broad cock dangling between his legs like the proverbial sword of Damocles. The bed sagged as the cruel visitor crawled into position up between her widespread legs and Jane began to feel within herself that same irrational hungering emptiness she had known the night before. There was an enormous need throbbing down there between her widely-spread thighs, a hole which was now suddenly screaming to be filled at any cost.

Travis and Maxine were gone and forgotten now. What she needed now was a cock, a man's cock and she needed it badly. Her mind was repelled and horrified by the man's fat corpulent body but he was all that was available and he would have to do. Panting with sudden desperate lust, she arched her hips up to meet him, spreading her legs out obscenely on either side of her. The visitor, needing no further invitation, unexpectedly released his arms and allowed his heavy body to crash down into hers, knocking all the wind out of her and flicking his hips forward at the same time in an effort to penetrate her in one clear cut movement. He missed, his fat stubby penis stabbing blindly between the entrancingly undulating half-moons of her buttocks and challenging the unprotected nether entrance to her virginal little anus. But it was not this he wanted and while she groaned with angry frustration, he reached down under his stomach and used his fingers to guide the throbbing blood-engorged head of his cock directly into her desperately waiting cunt, worming immediately into her as far as he could go with one powerful thrust. His lewdly swinging balls slammed obscenely against the defenselessly upthrust surface of her buttocks and the man groaned with satisfaction as he sank into her as far as he was meant to go.

But it was not far enough! Thinking he was not yet all of the way in, the drugged girl wiggled her hips wildly, trying to force him farther up into her half-empty hungering cunt, and then sobbed with the horrid realization that he had already given her all that he had to give.

"Oh ... please ... go deeper," she urged him, a hot furious blush spreading quickly over her cheeks as she listened to herself utter these shamefully obscene words, hardly able to believe that this was she, Jane Holloway, the well raised and proper young lady who had spoken them. But it was all true! A sense of wild frustration and intense disappointment was spreading rapidly through her over-stimulated body. She had prepared herself emotionally and physically to be cruelly violated, raped, penetrated, unconsciously believing that this man would be able to do with her body what Travis had done the night before. Without realizing it, she had been looking forward to having pleasure forced upon her!

And now the pleasure was being denied and the full-breasted, voluptuous young blonde found herself groaning piteously with a strange warped combination of unfulfilled lust and bitter, humiliating shame.

But her first customer was definitely trying to do his best. Worming his tongue expertly down into her openly panting mouth, he attempted to make up for his frustrating lack of cock length with a surplus of energy, pistoning his short blood-filled cock into her nakedly writhing body with all the lustful energy in his thick heavy body. It helped a little, and Jane felt her body grow warm again as she labored frantically beneath him, her mind still spinning like a buzz saw from the effects of the marijuana. A few more minutes, she was telling herself in her drug-induced daze, if he can keep it up for another few minutes....

But he could not, unfortunately, and the girl felt his inadequate instrument stiffen suddenly within her warmly clasping cuntal depths, and listened as the customer let out a long, soul-strickened moan of pure pleasure, grunting while the white-hot liquid sperm flowed copiously out into the tortured recesses of her frantically clasping little cunt.

Jane's body churned wildly in a last ditch effort to cum, but the effort was destined to be in vain. She had been only inches away from ecstasy, but an inch is as good as a mile and she sobbed in disappointment as she felt the man's useless cock slowly deflate and slip out of her still unfulfilled body. The customer was perfectly aware that he had failed her, but the situation did not bother him much. Travis had tried to convince him that this gal was a prisoner of some kind, but as far as he was concerned, she was just another whore, albeit a good deal better looking than the average. And whether or not she enjoyed herself in bed with him was a matter of complete indifference as far as he was concerned. She was just lucky that he had not used the whip on her!

He smiled at her sadistically as he climbed briskly into his pants, but the unusual new prostitute had snapped her eyes shut and rolled over on her side, her nakedly splendid body now racked with tortured sobs. Whatever her problem was, it was not his, and the visitor whistled contentedly as he walked out the door.

The marijuana was really starting to hit her now and Jane could feel her head spinning insanely despite her persistent attempts to decide what to do next. She knew that she ought to be planning her escape, or trying to devise some way out of this dismal sex slavery, but somehow the canabis-swamped brain cells in her head refused to function properly and her mind was alive with weird erotic thoughts and fantasies, sordid depraved dreams she could not control! The room was comfortably warm, but her unclothed body was shivering with unsatisfied burning lust which she could not forget or ignore, no matter how hard she tried.

The hunger was driving her mad, and with a shock at her obscene thoughts, realized that she desperately wanted another man! Anyone at all would do, just as long as he were male and able to do the job she needed done. Oh hurry, she pleaded inside her fogged up brain. Don't make me wait like this!

"Don't take all day, professor," Travis was saying to someone at the door, " 'cause there's a line down there and they ain't got all day. If she gives you too hard a time, bang on the door and we'll send up a couple of guys to sit on her while you do your stuff. Ah, here's the whip. Might come in handy."

"If you'd be so kind as to disappear, my good man," replied Jane's next customer. "I am quite capable of managing this kind of thing for myself."

The newcomer was well into his sixties and looked as if he might actually be a professor of some kind, and for a moment, Jane was caught in a confused horrible moment of indecision. From the sound of his voice when he dismissed Travis, he had seemed like an educated, well established person, the type who could be reasoned with, even if he had lowered himself to visit a house of ill repute. On the other hand, her lithe tender body was still burning with that same slow all consuming flame of lust and, yielding to the terrible temptation, she decided to let him satisfy her first, and if she succeeded in pleasing him as well, he might then be well disposed towards helping her escape.

She tried to speak, but for some reason no words came out so she simply lay doubled up with her knees drawn up against the full fleshy mounds of her high-set young breasts and her hands covering her face as the old man slowly approached the bed. He was wasting no time, however, and by the time he reached her, he was as naked as she was, the curly white hair on his chest contrasting sharply with the youthful muscle tone of his body. He was in good shape for his age, and his long shriveled cock dangled obscenely between his legs, getting harder and firmer with every passing second.

The 'professor' was beside himself with delight. Normally, he had to content himself with the tired fat creatures he could find on the street, but it had been years or even decades since he had had a 'pupil' this young and succulent to play with. Without any further ceremony, he climbed agilely up on the bed, throwing one skinny leg over her so that he straddled her stomach, looking down at her drugged, lust-contorted face with the gleaming eyes of a maniac.

Like himself, his aging cock was well past retirement age, but the old timer had managed to keep both of them fairly active in recent years, and the ancient instrument sprang into life as his bony old hands rudely caressed her fully ripened breasts.

The deadly narcotic in Jane's dazed mind made the room seem to whirl like a merry-go-round and she flopped on her back and gripped the edges of the mattress tightly with her hands as if she were in danger of sliding off onto the floor. What is he waiting for, she cried to herself, shivering with fear and anticipation, and desperately wanting this ancient creature to come skewering into her aching belly and fill that quavering emptiness inside of her for once and for all with his rigidly throbbing cock.

But the man seemed unusually preoccupied with her brown pointy nipples, as he inched farther and farther up on her sensually squirming torso until his long wrinkled penis lay in the delicate valley between her two mountainous breasts, using his hands to tweak and twist her tiny turgid nipples until she thought she was going to go clear out of her mind.

The girl was horribly confused, but the 'professor' knew precisely what he wanted of this voluptuous, full figured young beauty and he put one hand on each of her heavy sensuous breasts and pushed them firmly together, trapping his lustfully jerking hardness in between them.

"Oh please...." she begged, too far under the influence of the marijuana even to feel shame for what she was saying. "Not like that. Do it the regular way!"

But if her client hears what she was saying, he gave no sign of it and his maniacal grin simply grew wider as he began to rock back and forth on top of her, sliding his long, blue-veined cock in and out of the narrow valley he had artificially created with the soft flaccid flesh of her breasts.

"No ... no ... do it to me!" she pleaded, thrashing her head back and forth as she tried desperately to clear her drug-fogged brain. The old man ignored her, thrusting his lust-engorged cock frantically back and forth between her tightly pressed breasts. Despite her confused condition, Jane could feel the smooth bulbous tip of his penis growing larger and firmer as it pummeled the delicate milk-white skin of her breasts, appearing high on her chest and then disappearing again like a snake scuttling back into its hole.

The 'professor' was panting with exertion, but there was no question of his giving up now. He was almost there and Jane gasped and turned her head with horror as she felt her nakedly vulnerable chest and neck being sprayed with the hot sticky cum from his aged instrument. The thick viscous sperm flowed over her soft cream-white shoulders and down onto the sheet, and the old timer disengaged from her as quickly as he had come. The next thing she knew, he was placidly putting on his shoes at the foot of the bed, cheerfully whistling to himself.

"Please, I'm being held a prisoner here," Jane managed to stammer, pulling the blanket up over her naked cum soaked breasts. "Can you help me? Please? You could call the police!"

If the old man even heard her, he gave no indication of it and adjusted his clothing in the mirror one last time before tapping the door with his cane to be released. It was hopeless! None of these people were going to help her. If they went to the police on her behalf, they would only be exposing themselves to the possibility of arrest.

The tormented young girl groaned in agony, realizing that she was getting nowhere, and for a moment she felt like weeping with despair. There was only one way out of this misery and as soon as the 'professor' disappeared out the door, she lunged for the pack of drugged cigarettes on the night stand next to the bed. If she could smoke her way into oblivion, then the matter would be out of her hands. At the moment, she was still rational enough to think, and as long as she could think, she could understand what was happening to her and feel shamed and degraded as a result. Her lust-ridden body was going to betray her anyway, that much was clear, but it would all be much easier if she did not know what was going on around her.

She managed to get another cigarette lit, her hands shaking badly, just before Travis marched into the room accompanied by a half-dozen other men.

"Enjoy your little cigarette break," he grinned at her with false kindness, "because now your work is really going to begin."

"What ... what are you going to do?" she quavered, seizing the opportunity to drag as deeply as possible on the marijuana cigarette, bombarding her lungs with the mind killing, lust-inciting narcotic smoke.

"Just another customer," Travis shrugged, winking at the other men in the room. "But this one is a little bit special and so I brought the boys in to enjoy the show."

"Oh, I can't," she stammered. "Not with everyone watching ... please don't make it worse than it already is."

"Now, now," Travis smiled with mock sympathy. "A gal with all you have to offer shouldn't be ashamed to let these fine gentlemen see what they've paid good money for. And besides, you're going to get to know them all very, very well before the afternoon is over, so there's no reason to get shy on us now, is there?"

Jane tried her best to ignore them all and concentrate on the central task of knocking herself out completely. If she could somehow become unconscious, they could do what they liked with her poor tormented body and it would be nothing more than a bad dream when she awoke. They could even hurt her if they wanted to, because the pain was no longer important. What she had to avoid was the disgrace and humiliation of being ravaged in the middle of a crowded roomful of lusting depraved men. God only knew what they had -lined up for her now.

But unfortunately, the marijuana was only doing half the job; instead of rendering her unconscious, it was merely exciting her sexual appetite to an uncontrollable level. She was playing their game perfectly, whether she knew it or not!

"Come on, Sammy," Travis was calling to someone in the hallway. Jane tried to cover her nakedness with the cum soaked sheet and got one last desperate puff on the cigarette before her startled eyes caught sight of a huge shadowy figure stooping to get through the doorway, and the tortured, doped-up girl looked up in horror to meet her next lover, her eyes, widening with sudden desperate fear.

He was the largest man she had ever seen, at least seven feet tall with a thick ponderous body. His face seemed pleasant and open, but from the good-natured teasing way the other men treated him, it was clear that her client was not as bright as he might be. All his strength was in his massive muscular body with nothing left over for his brain, and Jane saw simple minded lust come into his blank eyes as he surveyed her inadequately covered figure. The other men in the room sent up a chorus of depraved laughter and fell to work denuding the half-witted giant, stripping him in a matter of seconds and then stepping back to admire this fantastic figure of a man.

And Jane looked too, much as she wanted to shut her eyes and die right there on the spot. Sammy was already sexually excited and his rigidly bobbing cock stuck out rock-hard in front of him, grotesquely long and menacing. It looked to the helplessly trembling girl on the bed to be the size of a baseball bat and the thick bulbous head of his uncircumcised cock seemed to be at least two inches in diameter.

It's a vision, Jane found herself thinking in an agony of fear. This is something the marijuana is doing to my head. It can't be true. He'll kill me!

But Sammy stepped cheerfully up to the bed, an untroubled smile on his idiot's face as the crowd of men clustered around him, all anxious to see this incredibly lurid spectacle. Jane slowly inched away from the monster as he approached the bed, and she heard Travis' voice issuing a terse order:

"Get her boys! Hold her down there!"

Instantly the terrorized young blonde felt herself surrounded by men and hard demanding hands seized her arms and legs, pulling her spread-eagled onto her back. Her fragile pink pussy slit was quickly exposed to the full view of every man in the room and the group feasted its lewd gaze on the moistly palpitating tangle of golden curls between her widely-spread struggling legs. A couple of the men got ahead of the game, stealing a quick pinch of her fully exposed breasts or stroking the soft inner flesh of her vainly lurching thighs as they pinned her helpless figure to the mattress.

Jane's normally attractive face was contorted with panic as the feeble minded giant climbed onto the bed between her widely outstretched legs, looking down at her like a starving man gazes at a seven course meal. The whole flat plane of her naked pussy was open and vulnerable to him, offered up to his perverted lusts like some weird oriental sacrifice, and the boy grinned idiotically at her, stroking his immensely thickened cock with his hands to bring the powerful organ up to its full state of turgid hardness.

Try as she might, the agonized young girl found it impossible to close her eyes and fade off into the unconsciousness she had worked so hard to attain. Instead, her horrified gaze was locked on the man's lewdly swaying penis, looming menacingly a few short inches from the soft moist slit of her womanhood.

"Give it a little kiss, Sammy," suggested a voice from the crowd.

"Yeah, let's see that tongue of yours go to work," agreed another.

The moron obeyed instantly, apparently more interested in putting on a good show for his friends than in appeasing his own powerful lusts. With an abrupt motion of his hair-covered body, his head dropped quickly between her finely tapered legs, his lips closing into the delicate sensitive flesh between her legs. Slowly and torturously, his tongue began to explore the mysteries of her wide-held loins, lashing over mercilessly the young fleshy lips of her slowly clasping vagina and tormenting the tiny pink button of her clitoris until he forced a groan of pure misery from the girl's open mouth.

Not satisfied, he jammed two fingers into her already battered cunt, cruelly spreading the fluttering hair-covered lips of her vagina before removing them and returning again to the attack with his tongue. Jane gritted her teeth, trying in vain to will away the overwhelming storm of forbidden sensations which were shooting wildly around her helplessly tortured young body. Once again, her human nature was about to betray her and she could feel it coming a long way off, no matter what she tried to do to hold herself in check.

The giant's tongue was rapidly reducing her to a quivering mass of trembling desiring flesh, and the marijuana she had smoked earlier was helping him and not her! As his lips coarsed furiously over the defenseless cuntal flesh around her tiny clasping little vaginal hole, the same hungering desire came floating back over her. His tongue was just not going to do the job alone, and she wanted the real thing inside of her. No matter how much she struggled against the lewd erotic thoughts which pounded through her drug-racked brain, she knew with absolute conviction that she was sliding off the brink again.

She tried with all the strength in her body to hold on to her sanity, but the obscene tongue-fucking she was receiving at the hands of this empty headed monster was too intense. Acting without instructions from her fogged-up brain, the' girl's mouth suddenly began to babble:

"Oh please ... come up inside of me," she groaned, starting to use the words she had heard Travis say. "Yes, fuck me ... fuck me with your cock!"

The idiotic giant was accustomed to obeying orders and it was difficult to imagine a command more inviting than that. Grinning, he lifted his lips from the sweet tasting orgiastic moisture of her cunt and crawled remorselessly forward over her writhing body, pausing momentarily to bite the high swollen mounds of her breasts as he worked his way up the length of her nakedly squirming torso. Meanwhile, Jane's hips were gyrating wildly in frantic search for the monstrous pole which she knew in her heart was too large for her frail inexperienced body to accept. He was going to rip her to pieces, she knew, and somehow in her drug-induced madness, she wanted the pain and the torment, irrationally believing that she deserved to be punished for her sins.

And the punishment was not long in coming! With an evil flick of his loins, the giant skewered the blood-filled tip of his cock forward, searching for her undersized opening and finding it almost immediately. He angled for position, feeling the heavy murderous tip of his pole penetrating past the pinkly moistening lips of her vagina and gliding into her until it encountered the fragile elastic ring of her cuntal flesh. He pushed, trying to break past the resisting barrier, and thunderbolts of pain shot through her overwrought body. She screamed, flinging her head wildly to one side in anguish.

"Aaaaggggghhhhh!!!"

But she was destined to be ignored. This was precisely why Maxine had gone to the trouble of installing sound proofing and there was no danger that the girl's agonized screams could be heard on the street where they might catch the attention of a curious neighbor or a passing policeman.

The half-witted man was in no mood to wait until she had recovered and he thrust eagerly forward again, forcing the thick broad tip of his blunt ended cock another few inches up into her vainly resisting cuntal depths. She screamed again, louder this time, and the harsh restraining hands on her body pressed harder to hold her down fast to the bed as she bucked and struggled to escape.

How she regretted her reckless desire of a few minutes before to be punished for her sins! Now she was being punished good and proper and it was more than she could handle. His penis was too large by half, she realized, and she could never accept all of it into her tender vaginal flesh. It would split her open like tissue paper and she would be destroyed for life, assuming she lived through this ruinous experience.

But Sammy hardly cared what was happening to her. In his limited mind, he was only aware that he had never in his life felt anything as soft and wet as this pretty girl's cunt he was stabbing into and the sooner he was all of the way in, the happier he would be. He pushed again and again, inching his torturous way forward up between the tightly restrained writhings of her legs, and ignoring her impassioned pleas for mercy, while the cruel motley crowd of men who surrounded her bed of pain carefully watched her face, waiting for the first signs of acceptance or at least surrender.

Jane was only dimly aware of their presence, only half-feeling their lewd hands pawing her breasts and flanks and half-hearing them make rude comments to one another as they watched this obscene drama unfolding right before them.

"Come on, Sammy," she dimly heard Travis urge. "You got another three inches more to go, boy. Get with it, 'cause we ain't got all night."

Before these words could register on the girl's marijuana-dazzled mind, the subnormal youth obeyed, using all the power in his enormous haunches to slam brutally forward, his cock pushing tiny ripples of stubbornly resistant cuntal flesh along with it as he rolled into her with one strong inexorable movement, burying the remaining three inches of his long thick cock into the softly accepting moistness of her outraged young cunt.

Jane's body almost flew off the bed as his heavily swinging balls crashed audibly into the unprotected cheeks of her buttocks and she felt as though a giant boa constrictor had crawled up inside of her, crushing all the internal organs of her body and filling her so that she could barely breathe. His penis seemed to fill her all the way up to the back of her throat, and for a few minutes the sensation was neither pain nor pleasure but a combination of both so intense that she could hardly decide which was greater.

Despite his limited intelligence, the man held still for a moment, allowing the helplessly pinned girl to adjust to the presence of his enormous penis in her nakedly skewered belly. The room was silent with anticipation and all eyes were on her. If she passed out now, their fun would be ruined. Gently, Sammy flexed his penis, bringing a low tormented moan to her parted lips, but when he flexed a second time, she merely whimpered, showing that the cruelly-stretched flesh of her cock-stuffed cunt was gradually adjusting to this massive invasion.

There were expressions of amazement in the room as the group of lusty men commented crudely and obscenely on the fantastic stretching capability of the female sexual organ. No one had really believed that Sammy would have been able to penetrate that tiny, almost virginal opening, but he had done it and the girl was still in one piece. Slowly, the giant began to revolve his hips, trying to increase the suffering aperture enough to give him some room to maneuver, and Jane muttered in discomfort as she felt the already-stretched muscles in her cunt being called upon to expand even farther.

Meanwhile, the men in the tiny room were quickly going out of their skulls with lustful anticipation. Travis kept slapping at their hands and shouting at them to stop, but they were fast slipping out from under his control and Jane's tormentedly heaving body was now tormented from a dozen different directions at once. One man was crouched in between Sammy's legs, sticking his hand underneath her buttocks to attack the tiny nether ring of her anus, testing the strength of the hairless brown little hole with his probing middle finger. Another man had fastened his teeth around the soft yielding flesh of her left breast and was sucking madly on her throbbingly turgid nipple. But Sammy ignored them all, concentrating all of his limited brain power on the job immediately ahead of him, his hips already beginning to fall into a slow in and out fucking motion.

The pain was gradually fading and Jane felt an insane feeling of happiness flood through her marijuana stunned body. She could not really think in the usual sense of the word, and reduced to animal feeling, she was unhappy while something was hurting her and joyful when something gave her pleasure. It was as simple as that! Moral issues no longer counted.

Her mind was slowly dropping to a lower level of consciousness and her hips reacted by gyrating in tiny lewd little circles in obscene rhythm with the merciless probings of Sammy's lust-driven cock.

"Yes, yes, yes," she began to croon mindlessly. "Fuck me like that...." Like a fish swimming downstream through the rapids, she squirmed in new found joyful sensuality through the dozen lewd hands all obscenely mauling her body as the men around her excited themselves into an insane frenzy of sexual lust.

"That's right, don't stop!" she pleaded, her finishing school accent sounding a little ridiculous in this depraved situation. But she was on her way at last, and her jubilant body heaved and spun as her hunger grew more intense and insatiable by the moment. She was building inexorably toward her climax, a powerful orgasm which no one could take away from her. Another minute, another few strokes and she would be home at last, freed from the gnawing merciless need she had been feeling deep down in the freely flowing depths of her stomach.

She snaked her hands down to the man's buttocks, urging him to pound into her harder and faster, but unexpectedly, the youth began to slip and the wild fear ran through her mind that she might be cheated again.

"No, please, don't stop!" she begged for it, but the moment was already upon them and nothing could stop it now. Sammy's moronic eyes rolled back in his head and his huge sperm-bloated testicles began to discharge their white milky burden into the yearning cuntal recesses of her badly deprived body. Her nakedly wide-split cunt ground desperately up into him with fantastic energy, but he was holding still now, creaming endlessly into her with every muscle in his long massive body strained and tense, and her movements only hastened the end of him and not for her. His penis was already becoming soft and useless and the oversized idiot rolled off of her with a satisfied sigh, drained of his enthusiasm for any more hard work. And she was left with a pool of sticky white cum between her legs where his semen had dripped obscenely out of her overly drenched cunt and down onto the mattress below. After three customers, she was virtually bathed in cum, but no closer to the goal she was craving for with all her lust-stricken heart and soul.

But there was no time for reflection, even if her narcotic-filled mind had been capable of thinking rational thoughts. All hell was breaking out around her and the room was filled with Travis' harsh shouts as he tried to reestablish order among the over excited group of clients. Most of them had stripped away their clothing by now, all hoping to be next in line. Several men climbed on the bed simultaneously, wrestling with one another in their haste to plow into her willing, well lubricated cunt. There were men's bodies all over her and Jane closed her eyes and gave up trying to keep track of them all, not particularly caring any more who won, so long as someone came shooting into her belly as soon as possible.

It was a cock she wanted, nothing more. The cock did not need a face or a personality attached to it, so long as it was hard and straight and thickly swollen and capable of doing the job she needed done.

A man seemed to have fought his way into the saddle and the girl raised her hips to receive him like a blessing. She never did manage to distinguish his face, but his long thick penis was excited and hard and he drove right into her without a moment's foreplay or preparation.

He had no sooner started when the long denied release hit her with the full force of a tidal wave breaking across the beach and sweeping everything away with it. Joy, pure, solid, unmistakable joy flooded over her face as the man began to spew endlessly into her, adding his own little offering of cum to the flood which had already been deposited there by the others in that long lewd morning. As the orgasm swept over her passion-contorted body, she wallowed gloriously in a sea of cum and a forest of cocks and for awhile, the no longer innocent young girl floated off into her own private dream world, losing track of the riotous confusion going on all around her.

When she bobbed to the surface again, she had been rolled over on her stomach, her legs stretched unnaturally far apart, and a different man was shooting off from behind up into her cum-drenched, totally satisfied little cunt. Travis was shouting directions, acting like the air controller at a busy airport as men crawled over her battered and abused young body like ants. She was conscious enough to enjoy the man behind her, even though she could not see his face, but she could feel the blunt heavy end of his penis stuck rudely in the dripping wet crevice of her cunt. He slammed forward again, pushing her roughtly up a few inches on the bed until her face was at the edge of the mattress, and the dazzled young blonde felt another pair of hands seize her head in a savage death grip and turn her face towards him.

The man was standing next to the bed with his rigidly erected cock thrust crudely in the girl's face and lying alongside her cheek. Even when perfectly normal, Jane would not have understood precisely what he was up to, and in her dazed confused condition, she was totally perplexed, since the man seemed to be rubbing the broad oozing head of his penis across the trembling delicate surface of her lips. This struck her as strange and she opened her mouth to utter a protest.

It was a fatal move. With lightning speed, the unknown man shoved forward, thrusting his fully extended member into the moist dark sanctuary of her mouth before she could get her wits together and snap her teeth defensively shut. She was impaled at both ends and the man in front of her began to saw viciously in and out of her face as if her mouth were simply another cunt for him to violate as he wished. Jane gagged at the pulsating hugeness in her throat, as the man sank his blood-swollen cock up into her mouth almost to the hilt and his balls slapping obscenely against her delicate skin with every blood-thirsty lunge. Struggling to breathe, Jane had no time to adjust to this depraved new invasion since another man seized one outstretched hand and fastened her fingers tightly around his cock while someone else was tormenting the firmly rounded half-moons of her buttocks. She was surrounded by men, all doing their best at once to use her nakedly defenseless body for their own peculiar pleasures.

It was a real orgy, but Jane had ceased to care very much about the indignities being heaped upon her vulnerable flesh. In fact, it was the very helplessness of her position which was beginning to excite her powerfully. She was being fucked brutally back and forth between two total strangers whose faces she had not even seen and whose names she did not know, and the whole idea began to excite her enormously.

For some perverse reason which she could not explain or identify, she wanted to be used like this, and the worse, the better!

Slowly, the tall blonde girl began to react again, her buttocks undulating backwards with increasing speed while she experimented with the man's penis which she held in her mouth. Under normal circumstances, the whole idea of sucking a man's penis would have repelled her, but in this marijuana-inspired madness, she let her tongue wash slowly over the bluntly jabbing instrument, tasting it with curiosity.

The inexorable hunger in her belly was starting to rise again like the tide on a windy night, and once again the girl seemed to be falling into a kind of sexual trance where she was all body and no mind. Viciously, she sucked on the unknown man's lust-hardened cock, her tongue licking wildly as the blood-engorged tip slashed furiously in and out between her tightly ovaled lips. In her confusion, she somehow understood that she had to suck him until he came, using her tongue and her lips until he reached his shattering orgasm inside the unnatural cavity of her mouth.

"Here it comes, baby, and I wanna see that Adam's apple go up and down!" she heard him order from somewhere above her and his prediction came true a second later, from both ends.

The man who had been savagely pummeling her over worked cunt from behind suddenly gave a low pleasure-groan and the girl tightened her buttocks as she felt his cock grow larger and more rigid deep inside her and then begin spewing its white-hot load of cum into her widely dilated cunt. Her body jerked convulsively as he fucked into her, and in the same terrible moment, she instinctively increased the pressure of her lips on the man who was violating her mouth and his cock exploded furiously in response, sending a torrent of steaming white cum into the warmly receptive depths of her throat. Her cheeks bellowed out like a balloon as the lewd male cum filled her mouth, but she remembered his stern instructions and struggled not to lose a drop of the precious lust-inspiring liquid, gulping it down as the wildly ejaculating organ spurted against the roof of her mouth. He pulled his limp, deflating penis free of her cum-coated lips as she swallowed the last of the pungent fluid and another man immediately took his place.

Things became confused after that and Jane lost track of who was fucking her or where. Orgasms followed one after another and often she would explode with ecstasy the moment a man entered her battered and bruised young body. The men were coming back for seconds soon and when the marijuana finally caught up with her, she slowly passed out, thinking as she felt her drugged consciousness slipping away from her that she had touched the absolute bottom of the barrel at last and would have nothing more to fear from this day forward since there was no place to go from here but up.

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