The Bordello Initiation

Dan had tried to give up using vulgar words when he got out of the army, but unfortunately there was only one word in the English language which adequately described how he felt at the moment: shitty! A couple of things had gone right since his arrival at the university, that much could not be denied. He had, for example, begun work on all his courses and gotten a head start on the required reading for the term. His professors were all very interesting people and the lectures were sometimes fascinating and he could already tell that he was not going to encounter too much difficulty in getting top grades.

But he still felt depressed. After leaving Jane Holloway at the train station that night, he had gone immediately to the apartment of his friends Bob and Alice who were living together in a comfortable spacious apartment just off campus. They had invited him to stay permanently, using the spare bedroom, but after a couple of days, he had decided to leave and get a room in the men's dormitory. For one thing, Alice bore a striking resemblance to Jane, and every time he looked at his friend's wife, she got him thinking about the girl he had met on the train and this kept him in a continual state of depression. He had checked with the registrar's office, asking for the address of a freshman girl student named Jane Holloway, and had been informed that there was no such person registered at the university, and this had really thrown him into a tailspin.

What the hell had become of her? Had she been lying to him that afternoon on the train, merely pretending to be an incoming student? If so, why would anyone bother to do such a thing? And if she had not been lying, what on earth had happened to her? People don't just disappear! Yes, as a matter-of-fact, in places like New Orlenas, people disappear quite regularly, he reminded himself, and it was this end of it that worried Dan particularly. If he only had not let her wander off on her own that night!

There was nothing to be done, of course. He had considered going to the police, but immediately recognized that this was foolish. More likely than not, they would laugh him out of the police station, and if the girl had really disappeared, her family and the university would all be looking for her. There was really nothing he could do.

Except sit around and moan over her, which is precisely what he had spent a whole week doing. Really, she had been the nicest looking girl he had ever seen, and they could be having a real ball here together. Instead, he was sharing a room with two stupid mugs, Ned Jenkins and Frank Hanley, both rich kids who were freshmen students like himself, but naturally a few years younger since neither of them had done their military service yet, and probably wouldn't since they could both afford to stay in school until they were over the draft age.

They were both about equally loud and vulgar, exactly the same kind of jerks Dan had learned to dislike in the Army. They spent most of their evenings out carousing and drinking instead of studying, and then barged into their dorm room drunk as a pair of skunks around three o'clock in the morning waking him up while he was trying to get a few hours sack time before an eight o'clock class. The rest of the time, they talked about "screwing" girls in the most vulgar possible fashion, and in general, did everything they could think of to irritate the "old-timer" (as they called him) who shared their room.

And now the weekend was coming up. Two whole days of nothingness staring him in the face! Two days of putting up with Ned and Frank and their empty-headed conversation about broads and booze. Of course, Bob and Alice were away for the weekend and he had a standing invitation to use their place, plus a key, so he could go there whenever he wanted to, but somehow the idea of spending Friday night in an empty apartment depressed him even more.

Ned was snoring noisily on the couch and Dan Wollinski looked at him balefully. The young man stayed up virtually all night every night, banging in and out and disturbing his sleep, and then made up for it by sleeping all day himself and complaining bitterly every time Dan snapped his ball-point pen. Frank was out someplace, lining up dates for the night, and Dan longed for the moment when the two of them would take off for their evening's entertainment and leave him alone with his melancholy.

Damn! He thought angrily. If things had worked out properly, he could be headed out for an evening on the town with Jane on his arm. Maybe, if their romance had prospered, the two of them could have set up housekeeping together with Bob and Alice, who had, in fact, suggested that he find himself a girl and move in with them to share expenses.

He heard heavy footsteps coming down the hall, and groaned internally, knowing that this was Frank coming back to get his partner for their evening's adventures. Now there would be two hours of commotion while the two of them shaved, changed their clothes, bragged about the sex they were going to get tonight, and finally disappeared to drink themselves into a stupor.

"Hail, good brethren!" proclaimed Frank coming through the door with his customary crash. "Rejoice, my brothers, for I bring tidings of great joy which shall be ours on this very eve."

"You'll have to excuse him," explained Ned, looking up sleepily from his couch. "He's taking that course in Shakespeare and it's starting to get to him."

"Rise, comrades from your beds of pain. You have nothing to lose but your rocks!"

"What is he talking about?" grumbled Dan, in no mood to listen to Frank's nonsense.

"He's telling us we're going to get laid, I think," suggested Ned. "Speak great prophet, tell us whereof you goeth."

"Yea verily," continued the student, already a little drunk. "I hath discovered the address of a house of the most ill repute wherein there resides a damsel of great beauty who is said to work great deeds with her little cunt. I prey ye to follow me with the greatest haste so that we may fuck the night away."

"Will you guys get out of here!" snapped Dan with poorly concealed irritation. "I've got fifty pages of this book to finish."

"Thou has studied much, O wise and ancient one," quoth Ned, still playing the fool, "and me thinks it is time that thou had some action in the sack lest your humble roommates think thee too old for these boyish delights!"

"Yeah, come on, Dan," urged Frank. "We've got to stay with this guy or somebody'll kill him if he starts spouting Shakespeare in a whore house."

"That somebody would do both Shakespeare and mankind a noble service," answered Dan, but he was considering the proposition. He had vowed to himself that he would never again pay for it, and he was not about to go back on his promise now, but the truth of the matter was that he had spent his whole first week on campus daydreaming about Jane and studying like hell the rest of the time, and he knew absolutely no one in New Orleans except these two jerks. Was an evening in their company better or worse than an evening alone? You could always go along for the ride and make sure that neither one of them got into trouble, he told himself. It would be dull, but he had to get out of this stifling dorm room or face the prospect of going clear out of his mind.

"I'll go along to make sure that the two of you get back in one piece, but you'll have to take care of this spectacular dame on your own. I don't indulge."

"Hurrah, and the keys to mine noble chariot are thine for the night," raved Ned, tossing him the keys to his new European sports car. "Mine father has threatened me with harsh measures, my brethren, should I chance to total another chariot and it is better that one possessed with the spirit of sobriety navigate us to and from our promised joy."

The standard two hours of preparations were shortened into one since his roommates were both anxious to get on the road, and by ten o'clock, Dan Wollinski found himself at the wheel of a nifty Italian sports car that deserved a better owner than Frank Hanley. The two other boys, by now both slightly drunk, climbed in as well and Dan took off down the street.

"Twenty-two Peurgeot Avenue is the appointed place, O charioteer! Clear across town and watch out for the lights of red and the men in blue."

Twenty-two Peurgeot Avenue rang a bell in Dan's mind, but he could not quite recall where he had heard the address before, and after awhile, he gave up trying. The neighborhood was distinctly on the seedy side and he worried about someone grabbing the car while they were inside, so he parked it under one of the few street lights which had not been broken and locked it carefully before slipping the keys into his pocket and following his two friends inside of Maxine's.

It was a medium slow night at the brothel, since in the first week of Jane's residence there, most of the regulars had come by to pay their carnal respects to her and gone on their way to spread the word among their friends. A steady trickle of men had been coming and going all day, and Maxine and Travis were satisfied, knowing that any new product takes time to become established on the market.

"Hello, fellows," Travis called a friendly greeting as the three young men came into the lobby. "See you've heard about our new girl, eh?"

"Fortunately, Ned was now too drunk to do his imitation of Shakespeare, or Travis would have thrown the three of them out on the street.

"Yeah, hear you've got a little gal here who really puts a battle before you get to do your stuff," he remarked, wondering how much this was going to set them all back.

"Twenty-five a throw, gents, and she's all yours. Gonna tackle her all three together or one at a time?"

"I'll sit this one out, if you don't mind," Dan said, looking at the big bouncer a little nervously. "If there's a bar in the house, I might like a drink while my friends here are uh ... visiting the young lady."

"One of them goody-goody types, eh? Well, I don't mind selling a little booze on the side. Make yourself comfortable, sport, and I'll have somebody bring you a whiskey. How 'bout you boys?"

"We've had our whiskey, friend. Lead us to your lady fair."

"Teamwork, eh? Maybe I'll join you and we'll make it a threesome," Travis offered, including himself uninvited in the party because he saw a chance to show off his masculine powers in front of these sallow schoolboys. Then he turned to Dan. "If you get lonesome, sonny, we'll be right down the hall in that end doorway there. No need to knock 'cause we're all friends here," he said to the good looking ex-soldier who had stretched out comfortably on the couch and located an old magazine to read while he waited for his roommates. The ex-soldier nodded at Travis, and breathed a sigh of relief as he disappeared down the hall with Ned and Frank.

Jane had given up. She had tried almost every approach there was to the situation, and the scene always finished the same way with her on the bottom being ravaged by every man who walked through the door. The marijuana only made matters worse since she lost control completely whenever she smoked it and turned her into the worst whore in the place. Without the marijuana, it was just plain hell, but she tended to resist more and get beaten up worse as a result. And either way, the end was the same.

The imprisoned young girl paced back and forth in her room, wondering what day it was and whether or not she would ever get out of this place alive. She had no idea what kind of plan Travis might have in mind for getting rid of her, since it was obvious he could not hold her prisoner forever. Or could he? Or, more likely, did he have a plan to silence her forever once her usefulness was ended?

There was someone coming and she heard the key turn in the lock. You must go down fighting, she told herself. There's no other way! Resist until you die!

Well, look at what we got here, commented Ned as he stepped through the doorway, followed by Frank and Travis. "All undressed and nowhere to go."

It was a desperate maneuver, but Jane knew she had to make her move while the door was still open and unlocked. If she could somehow fight her way past these three men, she would stand a chance of making it to the street. It made no difference that she was naked, since dozens of men had looked at every part of her naked body for a week, and her sense of modesty was now somewhat dulled. She had to have her freedom at any cost!

"What? Watch out!" shouted Travis, seeing that she still had some fight left in her. The girl had darted for the door, her fingernails clawing at Ned's face and her knee swinging dangerously toward Frank's unprotected groin. There was a few seconds of wild confusion and screaming by the door before the burly Travis got his wits together and intervened decisively, slapping her brutally back onto the bed.

"Told ya this one had some steam left in her," he panted, nursing a long ugly scratch in his arm, left by the girl's sharp fingernails. "Okay, sonny, yer on stage. Do yer stuff!"

He patted Ned on the back, and the young man strode angrily forward, ashamed at having been caught so far off balance by a mere girl and anxious to even the score. He took two short running steps and then hurled his body through the air, knocking Jane clean off the bed and landing on top of her on the floor. Jane lay under him, the wind pushed out of her for the minute, and her moment of resistance gone and forgotten. The door was locked now and her opportunity had been lost. Travis would not be caught off-guard a second time.

Ned sat up on top of the naked girl, a cruel sneer playing around his lips. The young man had a vicious streak of sadism deep inside of him, only partially covered by the expensive education paid for by his father. He had never had the opportunity to do exactly what he liked with a really good looking woman, but it was slowly occurring to him that this might be the chance he had been waiting for. So this one thought she was hot stuff, eh? Well Ned Jenkins would show her who was boss. Those full ruby lips of hers looked like they could use some action, and he knew just what to do with them!

Jane closed her eyes and waited for her fate like an animal about to be slaughtered. The man was running his hands lasciviously all over her full voluptuous body, and she knew in advance that he would make it his business to humiliate her as much as he could. She would pay for that little attempted escape, and then pay again when Travis got her alone with the whip.

"Little one, you and I are going to play a very special game I know," Ned informed her cruelly. "On your knees!"

It was hopeless and Jane knew it. She was surrounded by three full-grown men who could make her do any perversely wicked thing they desired. She had no idea which particular perversion this one had in mind, but after awhile, all perversions seemed alike. After a week in the brothel, she had seen them all. She tried to cry, but found that no tears would come.

Even after such a short time, she was getting hard, getting used to abuse and maltreatment, and she realized with a pang of regret that she would never be the sweet innocent young coed again. Even if she did manage to get out of this chamber of horrors alive. She would do as she was told now. Her display of bravado was over for today. Perhaps tomorrow she would try again. Perhaps if she could really please one of her customers, make one of them fall in love with her, perhaps someone would agree to take a note out with them or call the police.

"Take it out, baby," he commanded, indicating his groin. "I got a present in there for you."

Dully she moved to comply, fumbling a little with his belt buckle and then drawing down the zipper to reveal a pair of white jockey shorts. His pants fell to the floor and the young college student stepped out of them and then made the girl remove his shorts.

His long limp cock dangled obscenely between his legs, and Ned grinned down at her sadistically.

"Hummm, I see that my present isn't in the proper condition to be given away. Now we'll have to work on that, won't we little lady?" As he spoke the egoistical college freshman slid his hands roughly into her long blonde hair, tightening his grip so that he could move her head around as he desired, and also hurt her anytime he wished. With a sudden jerk, he yanked her face closer to his still flaccid penis.

"You're going to suck me, baby," he informed her directly. "I want to see you suck this old cock of mine till I tell you to stop and not before. You understand!"

Jane understood. It was not the first time one of her customers had made this depraved request of her, but the other times she had been flying high on marijuana and it had seemed easier. Now she was stone sober, in full command of her faculties. The others had simply rammed themselves into her open mouth and had not asked her to do anything but endure it. But this man was forcing her to do it herself!

His hands tightened in her hair, reminding her that he still possessed the power to make her suffer whenever he wanted. Travis had thrown himself comfortably on the bed and was watching with depraved enjoyment. Frank was straddling a chair and looking with serious interest as if he were attending a scientific demonstration of some kind. Jane opened her eyes to find that Ned's long slightly jerking cock was staring her right in the face, only inches from her delicate red lips. Grinning like the devil, Ned reached down and rubbed the moist thick head of his slowly inflating penis against her cheeks, running it up over her nose and then down to her mouth, never once loosening his grip on her golden hair.

"Come on, baby, open up. The time is now," he informed her.

But Jane felt as if her teeth were glued together. She wanted desperately to avoid any more pain, but something inside of her refused to cooperate in this lewd experiment, and her mouth remained solidly closed. Angered by this show of resistance, Ned yanked again on her hair, forcing an offended cry to her lips. As soon as her mouth opened to groan, Ned made his move, jamming his lust-bloated cock up into her savagely. Her groan turned into a gurgle of distress as she felt the slowly hardening mass of male flesh plow into her mouth, almost choking her. Once inside, the man's penis began to expand as he excited himself by looking down at the gleaming blue-veined shaft stuck obscenely in between her soft red lips.

"Let's get to work, sweetheart," he warned her. "I want you to suck!"

Knowing by bitter experience that he was in a position to enforce his wishes and would only hurt her again if she tried to rebel, Jane started nibbling gently on his large flexible cock, feeling it become firmer and straighter by the moment as she caressed him with the sensual softness of her lips. The student's eyes were almost bulging from his head as he looked down on the suffering, tormented young girl from his position of lofty superiority, watching her submissive mouth working slavishly over his rigidly throbbing cock. Ned yanked on her soft blonde hair again just out of meanness, and was rewarded for this act of casual cruelty by seeing the girl react in fright, sucking his cruelly marauding instrument even deeper into the ravaged depths of the throat, sucking on him as if her life depended upon it.

In fact, she was now working almost as if she enjoyed it, having decided to make him cum as quickly as possibly and get it over with and hoping to please him enough so that he would refrain from hurting her any more. She was using her tongue now, lashing back and forth against the sensitive nerve endings in his penis and making his hips flick involuntarily back and forth as he began to fuck slowly in and out of her widely stretched mouth.

Things were speeding up now, and the end was not far off. Ned was unbearably excited as he stood over the nakedly kneeling blonde like a reigning monarch, his hands twisting through the yellow tangle of her hair, mumbling all the obscene words and phrases he could think of while he skewered mercilessly back and forth, trying to shove his jerking, over stimulated instrument all the way down her gurgling throat.

Dan finished the whiskey and glanced at his watch in utter boredom, having discovered that the news magazine he had been reading was five years old. A couple of the other prostitutes had wandered by and made a half-hearted attempt in interesting the good looking young student in their services, but Dan had merely smiled and shook his head. He was now contemplating ordering another drink to help him pass the time and wishing that he had thought to bring one of his textbooks along to study while he waited. It was stupid to have come anyway, he reminded himself sourly, how did you expect to get cheered up in the waiting room of a second rate whore house? You'd have been better off in the dorm room where at least it would be quiet.

He decided against the drink, feeling that it might affect his studying tomorrow morning if he drank too much tonight, and he got up off the couch to stretch his legs by pacing back and forth. What the hell was keeping those guys? In Viet Nam, nobody ever spent more than ten minutes with a girl and his two roommates had been in there for at least half an hour.

Oh yeah, he remembered, this was the girl who was supposed to put up some kind of fight before she gave in and let you get your rocks off. Dan shook his head in disgust. Not only did he dislike paying for it, but he had never been able to understand the kind of person who liked to mix his sex life up with violence. What kind of a jerk did you have to be to enjoy beating up a girl?

A jerk like Ned or Frank, was the answer, of course, and he mentally resolved that he was going to get himself transferred to another dorm room as soon as possible.

But for the moment, he still had a real boredom problem and without thinking too much about the matter, he decided to stroll around and see how the two clowns were making out with this so-called ball of fire. Ignoring a couple of the prostitutes, he meandered upstairs to the first door and stopped to listen. There was no sound, and Dan accurately guessed that the room had been soundproofed for some reason. Looking around him, he spotted another door which had been left ajar, and without much curiosity, he glanced inside, discovering to his surprise that the door led to a tiny compartment, just large enough for a man's body.

What the hell? he wondered, and stepped inside. It was a two-way mirror and suddenly he understood everything. They had had deals like this in Saigon as well for the people who thought that sex was a spectator sport. There the boys are now, he observed, and old Ned is having the time of his life with that gal, and she sure doesn't seem to be putting up much in the way of resistance. Dan could not see the girl's face, since it was buried in Ned's loins, but he whistled softly in admiration as he surveyed the voluptuous young body which knelt submissively before his roommate. Her breasts were really something to write home about, heavy and sensuous, and the rest of the body was a sight for sore eyes. This girl is really built he mused, feeling a little tickle of sexual excitement in his own loins as he watched her nakedly gleaming body being buffeted back and forth as Ned fucked cruelly into her mouth.

"Ooooohhhh, suck it, suck it," he heard the younger man groan, his face contorted into a mask of pure lust as the girl inched him slowly but surely towards an orgasm. Dan felt slightly ashamed of himself for behaving like a voyeur, but the scene before him was really erotic and he could not tear his eyes away. Ned was moving around to the left now, bracing his back against the table, and in another moment Dan would be able to see the kneeling girl's face. With a body like that, he decided, it would be too much to ask for her to have attractive facial features as well, and....

The shock almost knocked him back out of the hidden compartment, and for a moment the sturdy ex-soldier thought he was going to faint for the first time in his life. It was Jane Holloway, the blonde-haired girl he had met on the train! So this is why she had never shown up at the university!

His eyes widening in shock and horror, Dan's mind searched for a reasonable explanation for this incredible appearance of the naive and apparently unsophisticated girl in the middle of this two-bit brothel. He watched with amazement as the girl cooperated in her own defilement, energetically slavering over Ned's penis as if she had been sucking cocks all her life, and would rather perform this lewd oral sodomy than anything else in the world. Each time the young student surged into her, Dan could see the smooth hard glistening flesh of his penis sliding up into the warm moist cavern of her mouth puffing out her cheeks. He was really probing deeply now, his hands clamped on both sides of her head so that she could not escape or wiggle away at the critical moment when his warm sticky sperm came gushing out of that unforgiving cock and flooded her innocent mouth.

Dan tightened his fists with rage. Of course, he told himself savagely, what a fool he had been! She had been putting him on royally that day during their train ride together, pretending to be chaste and unsure of whether or not her hymen was still intact. How she must have laughed at him when he had accused her of being a typical small town virgin! And now the truth was out. She had obviously never had any intention of going to the university. She was headed for New Orleans to make her fortune in a whore house! No wonder she would not come with him to Bob and Alice's house; there was no money to be made there!

For a moment, the unhappy young man stood indecisively, irrationally wishing he could burst into the room and beat up Ned and then slap the girl around too for having cheated him in this way. He had spent a solid week worrying and daydreaming about her and all the time she was here in his place having the time of her life!

But this was impossible, and he struggled to get a hold of himself. No, there was nothing to be done, and he couldn't even enjoy the satisfaction of walking out this house of ill repute into the clean night air, since he had the keys to the car and had to ferry Ned and Frank back to the university. And all the way home they would boast about the things they had done to this fantastic blonde whore. He could not bear the thought of listening to them, but watching this depraved spectacle was even worse and the miserable young man stumbled out of the concealed compartment and back down the stairs to the lobby to resume his long wretched wait.

Jane could feel the hard rubbery tip of his penis brushing lewdly against the back of her throat and her mouth was filled to overflowing with a lust-inciting mixture of saliva and the pungent-tasting pre-cum oozing from the swollen tip of his cock. The student's lust-tightened balls were beating steadily against her chin and she realized that he was almost there.

Ned looked down, a mood of savage joy passing through his mind as he fucked ruthlessly into the girl's helplessly imprisoned face. There was nothing he liked better than completely humiliating and debasing a woman like this and he spat obscenity after obscenity down on her lewdly bobbing blonde head as he speared into her like a madman. He had her where he wanted her now and his eyes gleamed as he watched the glistening shaft of his cock disappearing into the tightly, rounded oval formed by her widely stretched lips.

Then the student started to feel the familiar symptoms of an oncoming orgasm, the roaring in his ears and the hot burning sensation deep in his sperm-filled testicles which informed him clearly that he could not expect to hold out much longer. He thrust into her as deeply as he could, smiling as he heard her choke and gurgle for breath, at the same moment pressing in with both his hands on her cheeks to increase the pressure on his hotly throbbing cock. A lightning storm of sharp electric impulses seemed to be racing through his body and he gripped her head like a vise as he felt the savage rush of sperm begin. Great hot floods of fiery cum spurted forward from the warm repository of his testicles and streamed out the lust-bloated head of his cock into the book of her helplessly waiting mouth, filling her as she had never been filled before.

Jane sputtered and gasped for a moment, but she knew instinctively that her labors were not yet finished. The spoiled young college boy was moaning sensuously above her as he emptied the obscene liquid from his loins into the warm moist sanctuary of her mouth, and she dutifully continued to suck on him until he commanded her to stop, gulping automatically as the viscous cum filled her mouth and not daring to risk offending him by spitting it out.

Then, with a moan, he released her, allowing his slowly deflating cock to slip out from between her cum-coated lips, a thin string of the thick white liquid still connecting the tip of her tongue and the jerking glans of his penis. The girl let her exhausted body go limp and she rolled helplessly back on the floor to await the next lewd, depraved act upon her defenselessly trapped body. Nothing mattered now, because they had done the worst thing possible to her and there was nothing more savagely depraved than this. Even if they did it again and again, nothing could be as terrible as the first time, and she would get used to this, just like she had accustomed herself to having perfect strangers throw her on her back and plunge their long hard cocks up into her belly.

"Oh man, that was great," gasped Ned as he stretched out on the bed, his now deflated cock still twitching moistly as he slowly recovered his sanity. "She's got a mouth like satin! I gotta do it again as soon as I get my hard-on back!"

"Only fifteen dollars for seconds," commented Travis quickly, his keen commercial sense not blunted in the slightest by his growing sexual excitement. Were it not for the money involved, the bouncer would have thrown these two creepy college boys out long ago and used Jane for his own nefarious devices, but he was in business to make money, and that meant letting some of the others have their fun with her as well. Besides, it provided a special kind of perverted excitement for him to watch another man abuse this helpless creature, and his long hard cock was twitching with steadily growing stimulation.

"My turn," asserted Frank quickly, getting up from his chair and approaching the girl. The young man had already stripped for action and his thin long cock was just as ready as he was, waving from side to side in front of him like a conductor's baton as he walked. "And I want some of the same."

"Trouble with you university boys is that you got no imagination," commented Travis suddenly, adjusting his pants to hide the enormous erection which had arisen in the past few minutes. "A couple of copycats!"

"What do you mean?" inquired Frank, pausing as he hovered over the nakedly submissive girl. "It's either fuck or suck, isn't it? Or have you invented a new way?"

"There's another way, boys, but I didn't invent it. You ever try any of that rear end stuff?"

Frank looked dubious for a moment, and then a slow lascivious grin broke across his cruel face. This was something he had never before had the opportunity to try with a girl, but from all that he had heard it was the ultimate in sexual pleasure for the man, although most women found it distinctly less enjoyable. It was something he had always wanted to have a go at, and this was his chance, perhaps the only opportunity he would ever have. He was not entirely clear about this girl's status in the whore house and she certainly did not resemble the usual prostitute in any way, but she seemed to have very little to say about what was done to her. Travis was obviously the boss here, and if he said it was okay to tackle that nice tight little ass, then who was he to say otherwise?

"I might need some help, fellows," he decided. "She doesn't look too happy about the idea."

"She ain't got nuttin' to say about it," growled Travis with a warning look in her direction. "This little broad does what she's told to, or Uncle Travis gets real mean, don't he, honey?"

Jane nodded dumbly, not entirely clear about what they proposed to do to her. To her inexperienced ears, "rear end stuff sounded as if Frank intended to take her like a dog while she knelt on the bed. While none of this was pleasant, she actually preferred this position, since she did not have to look at her" tormentor while he abused her. And at this point, her shame and humiliation were so complete that it hardly made any difference what lewd position they forced her into; there was no surprises left for Jane Holloway.

But she was wrong. There was one surprise left, something none of her other clients had dared to try with her. But by the time she realized what it was, it was too late to do anything about it.

"Get her!" snapped Travis, and the three men rushed forward-like soldiers assaulting a fortification. Before she could cry out, or argue with them, the girl felt herself lifted bodily up into the air and thrown on her stomach on the bed. She was so totally exhausted from the ordeal she had just been through that she hardly bothered to resist. After all, what good could it possibly do to put up another fight at this stage of the game? There were three strong men in the room with her, any one of whom was tough enough to beat her into submission.

Without explaining what they were up to, Frank positioned himself behind her up between her outstretched legs while Ned and Travis lifted her hips up off the mattress, forcing her to kneel up with her sleekly rounded buttocks waving in the air while the two men pinned her shoulders to the surface of the bed.

"Get her arms over her head," ordered Travis. "We don't want no interference once junior gets going here. And that little cherry don't look like it's gonna be all that easy to get through."

Slowly but surely it began to filter through Jane's innocent mind that this was not going to be merely another unfeeling assault on her tortured vagina. They were after something much more depraved this time.

"Don't hurt me," she pleaded, knowing in advance that anything she said would only make matters worse.

"Now don't you worry about a thing, blondie," Frank reassured her unconvincingly. "We're just trying to further your education, and widen your ... uh ... your outlook on things. Don't tell me this is the first time you've gotten it in the ass?"

Jane's mind was stricken by a sudden paralysis as she digested these vicious words. She had been prepared mentally and physically for almost any other torture they chose to inflict upon her, but this was unheard of. It wasn't even natural! It was inhuman! Surely the man was trying to frighten her, to scare her! He wanted her to plead and beg for mercy and then pretend to change his mind and penetrate her in the usual way. Oh God, he couldn't really mean it!

But she failed to convince herself that Frank was kidding and instinctively she tightened her buttocks together protectively, the terror of the thought sending shudders of fear through her softly voluptuous young body. They'll kill me, she told herself in the darkest despair. They're going to keep me here forever and ever, just doing worse and worse things to me until someone goes too far and I die. And this could be it right now!

"Oh baby, you have got the most beautiful little ass I have ever laid my eyes on!" proclaimed Frank blissfully. "And I intend to lay more than my eyes on it before I'm finished."

The girl clenched her teeth as she felt his hard demanding hands on the flaccid half-moons of her buttocks, separating the tightly clenched cheeks with brute force and his fingernails digging cruelly into her soft delicate nether flesh as he struggled to open her up. Jane did her best to resist, but her position was not really suitable for fighting off this kind of depraved attack, and suddenly cruelly, he spread her apart until she could feel the warm air in the room blowing gently over the tiny unprotected little anal opening.

"Oh man, that's as tight as a bull's ass in fly time," Frank muttered, having given her helplessly upthrust rectum a careful inspection. "Hold on tight, fellows, I'm going to prepare the way a little."

As he probed with the tip of his middle finger at the nakedly defenseless entrance to her virginal young rectum, Jane tightened the puckered little lips in a last-ditch effort to avoid the inevitable. She knew it was coming anyway despite her frantic efforts to protect herself, but somehow she could not force her terror-stricken body to relax and accept this final degradation. Frank probed persistently, running his saliva moistened finger around the tight elastic circle to tease her a little, and then pushed forward unexpectedly, sinking the finger in as far as the first knuckle and forcing an anguished cry to her lips. The pain was not as acute as she had feared, but the humiliation was every bit as unbearable as she had imagined it would be. There she was, spread out on her hands and knees, her smoothly rounded buttocks stuck obscenely up in the air and her heavy womanly breasts crushed into the mattress below while this college maniac pushed his fingers into the delicate interior of her unprotected little anus.

She hoped he would be satisfied with what he had already done and go no further, but she was dealing with a most unpleasant young man, and his perverted lusts had not yet begun to be satisfied. This was only the first step and there were many more to follow. Jane relaxed a little, weary from the effort of concentrating so much energy in one part of her body and the boy seized the opportunity to worm in a second finger alongside of the first. This time it really hurt and her body convulsed in agony despite the two muscular men who were holding her fast.

"Oh please don't do that," she begged piteously. "That's ... that's just awful!" It seemed like a ridiculous thing to say, and the three heartless men evidently found it so, since the room was filled with peals of cruel lascivious laughter.

"Oh, of course it's awful," repeated Frank, mimicking her refined cultured accents. "That's why we like to do it. We're awful people!"

For the first time in several days, Jane felt that she was really able to cry at last, even though crying was not going to do the slightest bit of good in her present circumstance. So they had not been kidding her. This degenerate young man was really going to make love to her back there! And to think that ten minutes ago it never would have occurred to her that such a lewd thing was even possible. Why hadn't her parents ever told her about such things?

Jane wiggled desperately, gyrating her buttocks from side to side in one last attempt to break away from him, but Frank controlled her easily, digging his fingers into the soft vulnerable flesh of her milk-white hips while he worked his two fingers in and out of the dark moist anal hole trying to widen it enough to make his entrance.

"Now we're getting somewhere," he commented calmly, digging into her virginal rectum one last time and then yanking his fingers free with a sudden jerk. "I'm ready to roll, friends, hold on to her!"

Forcing her knees still farther apart with his muscular legs, Frank dropped his head down between the quivering cheeks of her buttocks and moistened the tiny little anus with his tongue in order to lubricate the small elastic circle and make it easier for himself. He was already over-excited at the prospects of bringing off this lewd sodomistic invasion, and Jane could feel his body shaking with sexual stimulation behind her as he lapped at her like a dog and her anus throbbed with helpless terror.

She was helpless now, and ready to be pierced and Jane felt his hands clasp firmly on her hips in order to hold them still as he maneuvered his long thick dagger-like cock into position for the obscene impalement. The huge, blood-filled tip of his cock pressed lightly at the tiny entrance, and another tremor of shock raced coldly through the girl's abused young body. It seemed too large, much larger than it had looked a few minutes before when she had caught a glimpse of him coming toward her. The experiment was doomed to failure in advance, she decided with relief, because he could never get that huge thing up inside of her. Certain things were simply impossible!

But Frank was not ready to concede defeat, although he too was wondering if Travis' suggestion was really practical. He placed his thumbs directly into the deeply quivering crevice and began stretching the small puckered little circle which was barricading the tiny entrance to her rectum. The flesh was rubbery and resistant beneath his fingers, but bit by bit he could feel it yield as he applied a steadily remorseless pressure.

"Noooooooooooh!" she groaned, knowing that the worst was yet to come. "Pleasssssssssssse. I'll do anything you ask, but not this."

"You'll do anything we ask, and this too!" Travis grinned down at her, as Frank rammed his long desire-hardened cock into the tightly clasped crevice and began to apply deadly pressure to the nether entrance to her body.

Jane screamed as she felt the pain mount, but no one was listening to her agony, and she herself was only conscious of the sharp relentless pressure against her. The tightly resisting ring struggled for as long as the strength of her frail muscles would permit, and then surrendered and the room echoed With a loud obscene sound as the huge bulbous tip slipped up inside of her cringing little anus.

"Oh Christ, it's tight!" groaned Frank from behind her, but Jane hardly heard this mild complaint as she was completely wrapped up in her own problems. Worse than the actual pain, which was unbearable by itself, was the mental anguish of knowing what was happening to her. The terrible penetration of this man's death-dealing instrument was vibrating through her body like an earthquake, and her painfully wide split rectum felt as if a great solid log had suddenly been jammed up inside of it, stretching every tortured fibre of her widely dilated anal passage to the breaking point. It hurt her to scream, so she merely grunted in grief and horror, wiggling futilely in a hopeless attempt to break away from this rear-guard action.

Frank pushed again, not satisfied with merely embedding the tip of his rigidly thickened cock up inside of the unnatural sanctuary of her helplessly trapped rectum. He wanted the whole experience of violating a woman anally. She grunted again as he wormed steadily up into her, pushing the tender anal flesh inside of her ahead of his cruelly advancing cock until his heavy sperm-filled balls slapped noisily against the softly hair-covered lips of her neglected cunt below.

She was pierced, penetrated, skewered like an animal on a spit, and the man's huge cudgel filled her anus like a cork pounded into a wine bottle.

Frank was overly excited by the depraved sensuality of this perverted sodomy, and the young student hovered over her tormentedly kneeling body, growling at her every vile obscenity which came into his degenerate mind. Jane had never felt so humiliated or debauched in all the days of her life as he began slowly but surely sawing in and out of her, using the delicate internal flesh of her rectum for his own selfish carnal pleasure. The long punishing rod glided through her narrowly clasping hole with smooth tormenting strokes, pulling tiny ridges of pink flesh out with it on the backstroke just as if he were in the process of turning her inside out. Jane could hear Travis and Ned chuckling lewdly above her, even though she could not see them, and the anguished girl could feel the stern pressure of their rough hands on her shoulders as they pressed her harshly into the mattress.

Never before in her life had she been so helpless! She was pinned like a butterfly in a collection, held slavishly in this degrading kneeling position like an Egyptian slave prostrate before the Pharoah. Despite the fact that the two men were practically sitting on her, Jane's body began to quiver and shake uncontrollably every time Frank seared into her with an extra hard push. She could hear him grunting and groaning with pure animal pleasure behind her, and hated herself for involuntarily giving him so much enjoyment when she would much rather have killed him on the spot. If she could somehow get back at him for what he was doing to her! If there were some way to make him cry out with pain!

Dan Wollinski sat tensely on the sofa in the waiting room, looking at his watch on an average of once every thirty seconds. During basic training when he was forced to crawl around in the mud with sergeants screaming at him constantly, he had thought that he was as miserable as a human being could possibly get. Later, in Viet Nam, when the Viet Cong had attacked their encampment-his first night in the field, killing the men on either side of him, he had revised his earlier judgement, deciding that that was as unhappy as he could possibly get. But now he was learning that there was another level of misery even farther down the scale than that!

Face it, you jerk, he was telling himself savagely. You fell in love with the little whore, didn't you. You had your whole life all planned out and you just included her into your future without thinking about the possibility that she wouldn't fit in. You thought she was too innocent to be allowed to walk the streets alone, but you were mistaken. It's you who belongs back in grammar school!

On top of everything else, the young ex-trooper was sexually aroused, bothered by a hard throbbing erection inside his pants that would not go away and could not be forgotten. The scene of Jane Holloway, humbly crouching on her knees and accepting Ned's long stiffened penis up into the warm moist sanctuary of her mouth, had made a permanent impression on him, a scene he would remember as long as he lived.

You could go and get your rocks off, he advised himself lewdly. You could get in line behind Frank and fuck her until she screamed for mercy. You owe yourself something for what she's put you through! A little revenge might help you forget.

But he shook his head in sorrow. No it was impossible. She might be a whore, but he could never face her again and if he made love to her, he might find himself more hopelessly entangled with her than before. Imagine falling in love with a whore!

"Hey baby, you gonna sit here all night alone?"

Dan had been so involved with his own dark thoughts that he had not heard the woman walk barefoot into the room, and he jumped a little in surprise.

"Ah! didn't mean to upset you, honey," she soothed him. "It's just friendly little Jessica, come in to see if she couldn't help you with a hard problem. Come on up to my room, lover and we'll see if we can't get that nasty frown off your handsome face."

Caught off-guard, Dan smiled back at the woman as he inspected her. She was at least ten years older than he was, and had the free and easy manners of a girl who has spent most of her adult life within the confines of a brothel, but Jessica had taken the trouble to preserve her figure and her looks, knowing that they constituted her only means of livelihood. At about thirty-five, she was still supple and sexy-looking, particularly in the costume she was wearing at this moment which consisted merely of a black see-through brassiere, frilly siik panties and long dark stockings.

Dan went through a short and losing battle with his conscience. All right, he had vowed he would never again go to bed with a prostitute, but this was surely a special case. There he was, his heart broken and his cock standing up like the Empire State building and what else was he supposed to do? Maybe this gal could cheer him up a little, help him to forget about Jane Holloway.

"Anything you like, honey," she encouraged him gently, smiling in his direction as if she understood exactly what he was thinking about. "Just close your eyes and pretend it's the girl you'd really like to be in bed with."

That did it. Dan got to his feet, flashed her a friendly grin, and the two of them walked hand in hand up the creaky set of stairs to Jessica's room.

"What would you like me to do, lover?" she asked him seductively as he reached deftly behind her to unfasten the brassiere and free her heavily sensuous breasts. Dan felt his cock jerk instinctively in his pants as her swollen brown nipples tumbled free of their confinement, and her eyes dropped to the front of his pants. "Hummmm, I see we're all ready. What were you waiting for down there, honey, an engraved invitation?"

She was a really nice girl, Dan decided, even if she was a professional, and the young man felt his body relax as he climbed out of his pants. For some reason, Dan felt at ease with her, as if she were an old friend to whom he could talk without embarrassment.

"I came here with a couple of friends," he confessed. "They're down entertaining themselves with your colleague Jane."

"Yeah, I might have guessed," responded Jessica. "And you were waiting for your turn to ... hey, how come you know her name? Is she that famous already?"

"Nah, I ran into her on the train coming down here. I didn't even know she was a ... I mean, I didn't realize she was in this business."

"She wasn't then," giggled Jessica vaguely, bending over to strip off the shiny silk panties and turning around to face him, stark naked except for her long black stockings. "And I wish somebody'd put her back on the train to wherever she came from! I haven't had a customer in a week. I know the boss is getting rich off that little broad, but she's ruining morale in this place like crazy. Who ever heard of a one-girl cathouse?"

At this point, Dan ceased to think very clearly for awhile because Jessica's arms had gone around his neck and she was pressing her voluptuously full breasts into his chest and kissing him with a fair approximation of genuine passion. Or perhaps, he wondered, it's real. After all, she hasn't had a customer in a week and these gals probably need it worse than anyone. He tumbled her over backwards onto the bed and crawled over her waiting, willing body when the next thought struck him.

"What do you mean when you say she probably wasn't a prostitute when I met her?" he demanded, an ugly suspicion creeping into his brain. "Why did she come here if she wasn't a prostitute?"

"That's the question of the year, baby," Jessica giggled, her hand snaking agilely down the front of his undershorts to stroke the thick smooth foreskin of his desire-hardened cock. "I don't guess it was her idea, and maybe Travis used some muscle ... well, I'll be giving away some company secrets in a minute if I ain't careful."

"Give away some secrets," Dan urged her. "If she wasn't a prostitute before, how did she get to become one so fast? Come on, baby, talk!"

The call-girl's face froze as she realized that her youthful client was serious and she did her best to make him forget about the blonde-haired captive on the floor below them. Moving quickly, she rolled Dan over on his back, her head diving in the direction of his loins.

"Let's suck," she proposed obscenely. "I'll just make you real happy down here and you can close your eyes and pretend I'm Jane if you want to. I don't mind."

"I want to do more than think about Jane," the young man snarled, seizing the older woman by the hair and dragging her parted lips away from his excited penis. "I want to know more about her. Was she brought here by force?"

"I'll tell you two things, Mister," Jessica spat back at him, starting to lose her temper with this difficult client. "First of all, she walked in here of her own free will, and secondly if you hurt me, Travis is gonna beat the hell out of you. I'll fuck or suck or do just about anything else a woman can do, but if you wanna work out your aggressions, do it someplace else."

"Answer one more question," Dan said, lowering his voice and realizing that he had made a tactical error. "Is she here of her own free will? Can she walk out any time she wants to?"

"I told you those were company secrets!" snapped the older woman, shaking his hand out of her hair and looking him straight in the eye. "Look, did you come up here to get laid or ask questions?"

Dan made his decision and executed it in the same instant, hurling the prostitute onto her back and grabbing his belt up off the floor. Working fast and expertly, he forced her resisting wrists together and quickly tied her to the top of the bed, then ducking down to the floor to use one of her own stockings to tie her legs together so that the woman was helpless.

"Now you listen to me. I didn't learn much in Viet Nam, but I did discover a couple of ways to make people real talkative. I want the whole scoop on that girl, or I'm going to make you suffer. Now start talking!"

Jessica's only reply was an unprintable obscenity.

Dan smiled back at her with a harsh thin grimace and reached for his pack of cigarettes. He lit one and sat down on the bed next to her, using his free hand to stuff her panties into her open mouth. Then he took a deep breath and ran the lighted end of the cigarette quickly from one trembling nipple down into the valley between her two fearfully quivering breasts, and then up to the other nipple.

"AAAAAHHHHH!!!" she groaned, her voice muffled by the panties stuffed in her mouth and a thin red line rising on her naked chest where the young man had trailed the fiery cigarette.

"Oh, you bastard," she groaned as soon as he had removed the panties from her mouth. "Travis is gonna kill you for this."

"Travis is someplace else and I'm here with the cigarette in my hand. I know a lot of interesting places to put a cigarette, lady, and I'm going to start experimenting if you don't start talking. Is Jane being held a prisoner here?"

Jessica looked at him with pure hatred, her teeth clamped together resolutely and Dan realized that he was dealing with a very tough customer. He shifted his position and slowly parted her thick brown triangle of moist pubic hair with his fingers as if he were preparing to caress her again. Then he carefully moved the lighted cigarette in the direction of her tiny stiffened clitoris.

"I can't imagine anything that would hurt worse than this," he warned her. "You feel like talking before I do it or after?"

"Wait," she gasped, fear finally sweeping over her as she saw precisely how far he was prepared to go to get his way. "For Christ's sake, don't burn me there!"

"Then talk."

"Travis'll kill me if I talk."

"I'll kill you if you don't."

"Okay, okay, but please take that cigarette away...."

"I'm listening, girl, but I'm not hearing anything."

"All right, listen then! The girl came here by mistake. I guess she thought this was a hotel. Maxine was against it, but Travis got the kid stoned on pot the first night and fucked her himself. Then decided she could be good for business and they kept her locked up in that room. I knew it was gonna lead to trouble, but they wouldn't listen to me."

"Then she's a prisoner? She never wanted to be a prostitute?"

"Shit, now, she's supposed to be going to the university in town but they made her write a letter to the school saying she wasn't coming and another one to her parents so nobody'd look for her for awhile, but they couldn't keep her here forever, I told 'em!"

"So what were they going to do with her eventually?" Dan insisted, knowing the answer in his head, but wanting to have his worst suspicions confirmed.

"Man, I don't have to draw you a picture. After the novelty had worn off, they'd have to get rid of her...."

"How? You mean they'd have to let her go?"

"Well what would you do in Travis's shoes? If he let her go and she decided to go to the police, he'd spend the rest of his life in prison for kidnapping. He'd have to take her for a long ride down to the coast. A lotta bodies turn up in the Gulf and nobody asks too many questions ... please get that butt away from my cunt, Mister, I've told you everything I know. And don't let anyone know I talked to you, please, or Travis'd throw my body in after hers ... "

"All right, listen," Dan ordered, thinking fast. "If you want to get out of this with your skin in one piece, you get dressed and get out of this building as fast as you can move."

"But Travis...."

"Travis isn't going to bother you or anybody else again because I'm going to kill him, do you understand?"

"Yes," she sobbed faintly.

"And if you try to warn anyone, I'm going to kill you too, have you got the picture?"

Jessica's will to resist was completely broken. This sad-faced young student had suddenly been transformed into a savage wild-man, and she realized that if he had once been in a war, he might really be capable of doing all that he said he would. Travis was a rough wily customer, but this man was twenty years younger and his mind was now clouded by drink or maybe drugs. She nodded dumbly and Dan undid the knots in her stockings and helped her to her feet. The woman scrambled into her clothing even faster than she had gotten out of it and Dan followed her back down the stairs to the deserted waiting room to make sure she went straight out the door. He hated to take the chances involved in letting her loose for fear she would try to warn the others, but cold-blooded murder of a reasonably innocent working girl like Jessica was too much for him and he decided that the risk had to be run.

She turned as she stood by the door to the street, her hand on the door-knob.

"Good luck," she whispered faintly. "He's got it coming to him." And then she disappeared into the night.

Jane gritted her teeth and surged back against the cruel young man who was sodomizing her brutally from behind, praying for the strength to do what she had to do. Slowly at first, and then with more energy, she began to undulate her body, swinging her hips in tiny rotating circles and putting all the pressure she could on Frank's laboring cock.

"She's starting to turn on," the young man crowed happily, mistaking her desperate efforts to end it for him as the beginning of lust on her part. He groaned and skewered into her with renewed energy, exciting himself beyond endurance with the sight of this gorgeous young woman kneeling slavishly before him, a victim of anything he chose to inflict upon her. There was not an ounce of resistance left in her innocent young body now and she was his to batter and abuse as he pleased.

Jane's face thrashed from side to side on the mattress and Travis and Ned had both released their hold on her arms, realizing that she was beyond fighting back at this point. Her long blonde hair lashed back and forth like ten thousand tiny whips and her body bucked and heaved like a woman gone mad as she lewdly encouraged him to end it all and fill her moist nether crevice with his hot merciless cum.

Frank was nearing the end of the best ride in his life and the student gripped the tops of her thighs, his sharp fingernails digging into her delicate flesh as he pounded in and out of her with all the might in his body, a sadistic wish to make her groan with agony motivating his actions.

"Aaaaagggghhhh!!!!" she obliged, moaning piteously beneath him as he flicked deeply into her tortured anus. "Uggggggh!"

But it was almost over and Jane could feel the cruel student's cock expanding and growing as if he were having a second erection on top of the first. A week ago she would have been mystified by this phenomenon, but a lot of education had been crammed into seven days, and she now understood that the man was about to cum into the unnatural repository of her anus.

"Oh cum, please cum," she begged him obscenely, fucking her cock-split buttocks back into his loins as hard as her pain-racked body would permit. Frank gasped above her, incoherent words tumbling from his lips and then felt the hot steaming cum start to erupt from deep within his lust-bloated balls, searing up through his penis and out into the narrow ravaged channel of her anal pasaage. Sighing and moaning with delight, he bucked into her endlessly, emptying his balls in the moistened crevice of her buttocks until there was no more.

"Oh man, that was the greatest...." he started to say as he crudely jerked his limp, already deflating penis from the overflowing little hole of her rectum, but Ned cut him off with an urgent remark.

"I smell smoke!"

"Damn it, what the hell can that be?" wondered Travis, looking alarmed. One of the problems involved in running an illegal operation like a cat house was the fact that you had to handle your own emergencies; you could hardly call the fire department or the police.

"Shit, this place is on fire," exclaimed Frank, r sniffing the air and climbing rapidly into his pants. "Let's get outa here before the cops show up!"

The emergency shook Jane out of her daze and she sat up on the bed, feeling a brand-new fear sweep over her. The heat from the hall was already starting to be noticeable in the room and the two college students hurriedly made their exit, leaving Travis behind to deal with the situation.

"Get my clothing," Jane pleaded as the big burly criminal glanced out in the hall to find himself confronted by a roaring fire coming from the end of the corridor. There was no problem about getting out, he realized, because the stairway was still clear down to the street, but Maxine's was going up in smoke! There was no way of putting out that fire and it would soon burn the building to the ground.

"Please, don't make me run naked out into the street," Jane begged, getting off the bed and coming towards him with her hands outstretched for mercy, but the bouncer was doing some hard thinking about her at that very moment. The police could already be on the way, and it was time for him to disappear. Everyone else could be counted on to keep their mouths shut and they could open the brothel somewhere else, but if the cops caught him carting a naked screaming blonde down the street, there would be some unpleasant questions to answer.

"You ain't goin' nowhere," he snarled, pushing her roughly back onto the bed and fumbling in his pocket for the key. They would find her bones in the morning, he told himself, and bones are hard to identify. This saved him the trouble of doing it later ... But wait! What's this?

A lithe fast-moving figure was emerging from the hidden compartment behind the two-way mirror carrying a broomstick. Travis could not react fast enough to recognize the face as belonging to the shy student who had elected to wait behind in the lobby and he dismissed the kid as being of no importance, turning his back on him and addressing himself to the problem of getting the door securely locked.

It was a fatal move. The broom stick is a deadly weapon when used by an expert and Travis felt it spearing into the small of his back, paralyzing him and sending his big body spinning into the tiny room where the naked blonde girl sat trembling on the edge of the bed. Before he could even get his head turned, Dan had followed him into the room and hit him again on the back of the neck, stunning him into semi-consciousness. The key to the sound proofed room tumbled free of his unclenched fist and Dan scooped it up.

"My clothes...." Jane whimpered. Everything was happening too fast for her to comprehend and she could only think about having to race through the back streets of New Orleans stark naked.

"No time to look for them," Dan barked, and he snapped a sheet off the bed and covered her nakedness. Seeing that she was too dazed to act, he threw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and barged into the corridor pausing in the hall to lock the door from the outside.

"There's a fire!" moaned Jane, now half out of her mind from fear and mistreatment.

"I know, baby, I started it," the young man responded, and he carried her gently away from the burning building.

"You'll be comfortable here," Dan told her, tucking in the covers of the bed and switching off the light in the bedroom. "Try to sleep, Jane. You've been through a lot."

With her blonde head protruding from the clean white sheets and a dazed smile on her pale face, the girl looked more a frightened child than a young woman who has just survived a week's enslavement in a brothel. Dan hesitated a moment and then bent quickly to kiss her cheek in a brotherly fashion. He would have liked nothing more than to throw back the covers and climb in with her, but he knew that that was out for the evening and possibly forever. Who knows, he asked himself unhappily. After all that she's been through she may never like sex again, and every time she looks at me she may remember that terrible experience. Only time would tell.

Stripping off his clothing in the bathroom, he treated himself to a refreshing shower before retiring to his bed on the sofa. A lot of things had gone right. It had been damned fortunate that he had had the keys to the sports car in his pocket when they had burst out of the burning whore house onto the darkened street, the sound of police sirens already ringing in their ears. Ned and Frank had fortunately disappeared somewhere and he had been able to stuff the dazzled young girl into the car and get her away from the scene of the crime before the squad cars arrived.

The second piece of good luck had been the fact that Alice and Bob were away for the weekend, providing him with a comfortable safe place to bring Jane to recover. They had almost been observed by some curious neighbors as he had carried her prostrate figure into the apartment, but good fortune had been with them again and no one had seen the odd spectacle of a man carting a naked girl draped inadequately in a soiled sheet into the deserted apartment.

Dan walked nakedly into the living room where he had thrown a blanket over the couch and prepared to make himself comfortable for the night. He flipped on the radio, hoping for some relaxing music as he smoked a good-night cigarette and was rewarded by a soft violin symphony. He crawled under the blanket and tried to relax, feeling the tension drift away from his body despite the lingering feeling of lust which had been with him all evening.

"We interrupt this broadcast to bring you a news bulletin," said the announcer and Dan reached for the radio, not particularly interested in a news bulletin this late in a long and difficult day. "Police report that Maxine's Hotel, 22 Peurgeot Street, New Orleans, has been totally destroyed by a sudden, three-alarm fire. Only a few guests were staying in the hotel at the time of the conflagration, and there was no loss of life except for the presumed fatality of the hotel's general manager, Mr. John Travis, who was known to be inside the building when the violent fire broke out, and has not yet been located by police. Miss Jessica Williams, a former employee of the hotel, stated that the cause of the fire could have been a pile of oily rags which were stored in a closet on the second floor. Mrs.

Maxine Burns, proprietress of the destroyed building, suggested that careless smoking in bed may have been the reason for the fire, but noted that the hotel was insured for its full value, and would be reopened at a new location in the very near future. Speaking of the presumed death of her manager, Mr. Travis, Mrs. Burns stated that he had been a fine upright man who was a credit to the hotel industry. Dan snapped off the radio with a snort, not entirely displeased by the news.

He was not yet so hardened about life that the knowledge that he had killed a man failed to affect him, but if anyone deserved to die it was Travis. The man had fully intended to leave Jane inside that burning building; it was poetic justice that he had been left there himself.

"Dan?" came a quavering voice from the next room.

"Yeah, honey, are you okay?"

"I'm feeling better, thank-you, but where are you sleeping?" the girl wanted to know.

"I'm on the couch, Jane. Don't worry about me."

"Dan ... I'm sorry to bother you so ... but I'm still a little frightened ... and I hate to see you sleeping on a couch...." Her voice trailed off and the young man could hardly believe his ears.

"Would you like me to come in with you?" he questioned, trying to keep a hint of excitement out of his voice.

"After everything that's happened ... my modesty isn't particularly important anymore," stated the girl, her voice stronger and more resolute now. "The bed is big enough for two."

Jane lay absolutely still as she felt the mattress sag under Dan's weight and the added warmth in the bed as another body stretched out next to hers. Instinctively, she turned, hardly conscious of the fact that they were both naked, and sheltered herself in his strong arms. Making love was the farthest thing from her mind; she needed to be held by someone she could trust, someone who would not hurt her and she had found him.

"I'm glad I found you again," he said simply, his voice coming to her in the dark as if a disembodied ghost had spoken. There was no need for her to reply. She had already confessed how glad she was to see him again but she shivered as she realized that she was lying in the arms of someone who had deliberately killed a man that very night. My education is proceeding very rapidly, she thought. A week ago, I wasn't really sure whether I was even a virgin or not. Now that issue is settled forever and I'm in bed with a person who can kill people when he needs to. I've come a long way.

His hands were stroking her back softly, running from the nape of her neck down to the base of her spine where her lush well-rounded buttocks began to rise. Between their bodies, pressed against her stomach, she could feel the hardness of his fully aroused manhood, and the sensation sent a tremor of excitement through her body.

"Dan...." she began hesitantly. "Dan, when we first met, I really didn't know which end was up. You told me I was a typical small-town virgin, and you were right."

The man said nothing, knowing that she had something important to tell him and deciding to let her get it out in her own way.

"But ... well you can imagine what happened to me all last week. Just being raped isn't all that important, really, I mean it isn't even a sin if you don't want to do it and usually I didn't, so it was just humiliating and sometimes it hurt, but other times the men just came and did things to me-you must know what kinds of things they did-and they forced me to like it and I ... I reacted! I'm sorry, because I'm not really good enough for you anymore, Dan. I can see now that you wanted me so bad that first night we met and I thought I was too good for you. Now it's the other way around and I'll always be a little bit of a prostitute for the rest of my life."

"It's okay, honey," he soothed her. "That's all over now."

"No, it'll be part of me always," she insisted, her voice quivering with emotion as she wrapped her arms more tightly around his neck. "Anyway, this is what I was trying to say. You came to Maxine's tonight looking for a prostitute, I guess. Well, you found one, Dan. Do whatever you want with me."

Dan started to explain that he had not been looking for a prostitute that night, but the thought drifted off as he felt her body melting into his. She was too clean inside ever to be dirtied by the likes of Travis, and he realized that she was offering him something that had never been offered freely to anyone else. In a way, she was a virgin again, and he was to be her first lover.

Jane began to shiver when she felt his hands coursing more boldly over the soft lines of her young exciting body. She was finally his for the taking. There was no further need for coy adolescent conversation she was now fully a woman, ready to give her all to the man who had rescued her.

Almost trembling despite his past experience with women, the young student hovered over her on his knees, letting her eyes rest calmly on the long hard shaft of his fully erected penis and running his hands greedily over the softly yielding flesh of her breasts and stomach, her sleek white thighs and the moist golden "vee which was so plainly being offered up to him in sacrifice. The girl closed her eyes as the now familiar waves of pleasure washed over her sensitive body like the waters of the sea tumbling through the loose sands of a faraway beach.

For a few moments, he feared that she had drifted off into her own private dream-world and, wanting to ease her back to reality, he bent and kissed her tenderly on the lips, feeling her react immediately by spearing her tongue hotly up into his open mouth; no, there was no question about it. She was with him every inch of the way and Dan took advantage of the moment's intimacy to send his hungry fingers into the warm wet core of her abused young body between the two involuntarily jerking columns of her legs.

"Aaaaahhh, aaaahhhh," she sighed contentedly as he gently massaged the tender inner flesh of her slowly-clasping vagina, finding to his satisfaction that she was thoroughly moist and wet, indicating clearly that she now wanted this as much as he did! But Dan could hardly believe what his brain was telling him. After all, he hardly knew this girl, having spent two or three hours with her on a train a few weeks before and about the same amount of time together with her tonight. They hardly knew each other, really, and she had spent seven long days being raped and manhandled in every conceivably lewd fashion.

And yet, somehow, she wanted him and wanted him bad!

So there was no point in postponing his pleasure another instant and he covered her warmly receptive body with his own, feeling the tiny hardened nuggets of her nipples digging fiercely into his chest as he spread himself over her like a blanket. He could sense the wild uncontrollable excitement in her body and her hands slithered between their two writhing bodies to caress the blunt throbbing tip of his penis with agile and now expert fingers. This much he had hardly expected, but it was all true. She had learned in one week in a brothel the full science of sex that it had taken him years to master. And who knows, he grinned to himself, maybe she can teach me a few things that the girls in Saigon didn't know.

Now she was arching her pelvis up to meet him, clearly inviting him to worm his long desire-stiffened rod into the warmly moist recesses of her cuntal depths, and the young man was beside himself with sensual excitement. For a moment, he was tempted to oblige and come crashing into her, but he stopped himself. In one distant corner of his lust-distorted brain, there was still the desire to punish her just a little for having been so snooty to him that day on the train. And on top of that, he wanted to draw this out and make it last all night if possible.

To him, her body was like an unexplored continent and he wanted to experience every inch of it before he planted his flag and claimed this conquered territory for himself. Raising himself up on his hands and knees, he surveyed his prize greedily, inhaling sharply as he felt her hands close around his hotly pulsating penis as if she was afraid that he was leaving her. Her fingers were soft and gentle, but she handled the jerking and quivering shaft of his cock with expert skill, pushing the smooth rubbery foreskin down as far as it would go and then dragging his penis forward as she tried to force it into the desperately-clasping little hole of her cunt. Dan drew in a sharp breath of surprised pleasure as he felt the softness of her pubic hair tease lightly at the exposed glans of his cock, and he cooperated by moving closer and allowing her to manipulate his hotly swollen penis as she desired, sliding it torturously back and forth across the moistly throbbing button of her clitoris. The sensation was delicious for both of them and the young man had to struggle with himself not to give in to the temptation to impale her on his dagger right then and there.

But it was too soon yet, and he managed to hold himself back by a forced exercise of mind over matter. Her surrender, when it came, had to be complete and absolute, and he sensed that she was not yet one hundred percent conquered. He could enter her now, if he wanted to, of course, but there would be some tiny corner of her soul left untouched and the young man wanted it all. He was going to do this "by the numbers", as they said in the army, and he still had a number of stops to make before he completed this erotic tour of duty.

She wanted it badly, that much was perfectly obvious. Jane lay beneath him almost gasping for breath as her long, voluptuously soft body writhed with undisguised lust and her fingers gently massaged his blood-filled cock, teasing the tiny slit in the end with one hand while she used the other to play with his heavily swinging balls. But he wanted her to remember this night above all others, to have an erotic experience with him which would blot out all the other men who had seared into her captive belly during her seven days as a prisoner in the brothel. And in order to accomplish this purpose, he had to stimulate her until she was virtually screaming with desire. She had to do more than merely accept his penis into the softly loving depths of her cunt; she had to cry out for it!

But Jane understood none of this, comprehending only the fact that her body was bursting out of control like a runaway mare. Her backbone seemed to be alive, frantically twisting and bucking as she reared up against her new lover, wrapping her long shapely legs up around his buttocks in a desperately yearning attempt to force him into her over-stimulated young body. Everything had changed for her now, she realized. The men who had-visited her while she was enslaved at Maxine's had taught her body to react to certain kinds of stimuli. She had learned her lessons well and if she could respond passionately to a man who had pushed the right buttons despite the fact that she hated him, there, were no limits to the kind of reaction she could experience in the arms of a man she loved! The door to sexual pleasure had been opened by Travis, and now she wanted it all at once and her mind was filled with all manner of wildly erotic images and fantasies which she made no effort to drive away.

Dan levered up on his muscular arms and looked down on her with something like pity, seeing that she was really flying high now, and deciding that it would be simple cruelty to keep her much longer in this desperate condition. There was just one more little test she had to pass, and then she would finish the course with flying colors. Moving carefully to avoid destroying the delicately submissive mood she was in, he began to inch his way up along her slender but full-breasted young body, kissing her lingeringly on the mouth as he crawled up until his buttocks rested lightly on the soft twin cushions of her breasts and his body was bent nearly double.

Her eyes were closed now and he wondered if she understood what he was going to ask of her. As he straightened up and looked down at her, his eyes locked on her parted lips, his long thick cock swung menancingly like the boom on a crane, trembling only inches from her sensually parted lips.

She'll never go for this, he warned himself, even after a week in a whorehouse! But he was determined to make the experiment, tormenting himself with the mental picture of his hard pulsating cock plunged into that delicate little mouth. He moved forward another inch, bending over a little so that the tip of his penis rested directly on her chin. Now there could be no doubt in anyone's mind what he intended to do and Dan braced himself for a cry of protest.

The girl opened her mouth, as if to speak, but no protest emerged. Instead, her tongue snaked out agilely and she stabbed desperately in the direction of his cock, the tip of her tongue flickering tantalizingly across the broad rubbery surface of the glans. Dan did not require a clearer invitation than this, inching forward again to close the gap between them and inhaling sharply as Jane began to use her tongue, swiping it lewdly back and forth across the sensitive nerve endings and then ducking her head forward to enclose the tightly-stretched skin of his cock between her red lips, accepting him joyfully into the sanctuary of her mouth.

The girl's lips were soft and smooth, forming a tight elastic ring around his hotly jerking cock and Dan could feel her swish it around inside of her saliva-filled mouth, lashing at him actively while little mewls and hums of passionate servile acceptance rumbled in her throat. His hands stole into her long blonde hair and he pushed into her a little farther as she began to suck him furiously.

This was the ultimate proof of where they stood with each other and the young man realized with a surge of emotion that if she sucked him until he came, she would be his for good and no other man would ever be able to take her away. If she made this final sacrifice of her lust-racked body, it would mean that he had conquered her completely and the idea excited him so profoundly that he began to flex his loins in and out of the tight elastic oval formed by her roundly straining lips, watching avidly as his long hardened shaft disappeared back into the vacuum-like depths of her throat.

Dan would have liked to go on all night like this, if possible, but the stimulation was too intense to last forever. He could already feel the familiar waves of heat building up frantically in his testicles and the tension in his loins became more unbearable by the moment....

There was a sudden spasm which raced through his lean aching body and the ex-soldier knew that nothing in heaven or earth could stop him now. He gripped Jane's head tightly as he began to cum powerfully into her eagerly sucking mouth, pouring the hot sticky sperm from deep in his lust-bloated balls far into the back of her throat. A low groan of ecstasy escaped Jane's tightly clasped lips as the spray of fiery hot cum spurted wetly into the cavity of her mouth, mixing with the saliva until tiny droplets overflowed her lips and trickled down over her chin in tiny little rivulets. Her throat worked frantically as she gulped this lust-inciting fluid, welcoming it into her body as if it were the nectar of the Gods.

Then it was Dan's turn to moan as he felt the last heated drops of his maleness flood into her wildly churning mouth, knowing that it was now over for him, at least for awhile. It had been so good, but so terribly short!

But the well-experienced young blonde quite clearly had other ideas about it being over. Never removing his limp, slowly deflating instrument from her cum-covered lips, she licked it tenderly like a mother cat attending to her kittens, caressing it with her mouth until the organ began once more to jerk and palpitate, doggedly filling up again with blood and returning promptly to its original hardness. Only when she was certain that she had restored him to the full turgid state of erection did she allow him to remove it from the confines of her mouth, a thin string of semen still connecting her lips to the tip of his throbbing instrument.

"Do anything you want," she murmured as Dan slid quickly down into position. "I'm all yours."

The surprised young man wasted no time in taking advantage of this offer, finding that her openly flowering vagina was totally ready. Without a moment's hesitation, he fucked into her, groaning with pleasure as he felt the powerful internal muscles of her cunt throbbing in desperate anticipation. He lost no time in unnecessary foreplay since he recognized that this sweet young girl would never be readier if she lived to be a hundred, and he quickly skewered up inside of her with one hotly searing stroke which carried his rigidly throbbing rod of flesh all the way from the pink-rimmed lips of her tender vagina to the sensitive resistant flesh of her cervix. The smoothly clasping walls of her cunt clung to him like warm honey and the youth nearly went out of his mind with pure pleasure.

"Oh, oh, oh, it's so good," she sang to him mindlessly as he began fucking in and out of her with long, lust-arousing strokes trying to give her at last the satisfaction she had been denied for so long. Jane's whole body seemed to rise up off the bed into him, writhing and gyrating against him as if a powerful electric current were being passed steadily through her over-excited body, and he squirmed down into her with all the force in him, putting every muscle in his strong tawny body behind each relentless forward lunge.

And he knew that the release she had been crying for was not long in coming, so he rose up on his elbows, anxious to watch her face as it hit. Lewd wet smacking sounds vibrated through the room as he slammed into her again and again, each thrust carrying her closer to the brink of her orgasm.

Suddenly he felt her fingernails digging fiercely into his back and a high-pitched squeal issued from her open mouth.

"I'm cumming! It's here!" she gurgled, announcing the obvious as her legs climbed up to his back and she held onto him with all the strength in her tormented young body. It seemed to last the better part of a minute, going on and on until Dan felt himself slipping over once more, despite the fact that he had just cum a moment or two before. The two of them groaned into each other's mouths like a pair of maniacs and the room fell slowly silent.

Bob and Alice had purchased this particular bed brand-new from a reputable furniture store only a few years before, and the salesman had given the two of them a lewd wink and assured them that it was strong enough to stand up to any kind of abuse.

He was wrong. It gave out at four in the morning after Dan and Jane had given it the beating of its life, one leg finally crumbling and nearly depositing the two naked lovers on the floor.

"I guess we should stop before one of the neighbors calls the police," commented the young man, sticking a textbook under the corner to prop it up temporarily and then crawling gingerly back into place beside Jane.

"I guess so," conceded the girl reluctantly. "I was ... it was just so good! I know this sounds ridiculous, but my parents never told me it could be like this!"

"I think there were a fair number of things your parents never told you," Dan commented seriously. "Are you going to listen to me from now on?"

"Forever," she promised him devotedly. "But tell me one thing. Is it just as wonderful for you as it is for me? Am I a good little prostitute?"

"Well, you're sure worth the twenty-five bucks they were charging," Dan informed her, understanding the case considerably. "Should I pay now or in the morning?"

"By my calculations, you would owe me about two hundred bucks, Mister," she grinned back at him in the darkness. "But never mind because it's on the house. From now on, you're going to be my only customer and it's always on the house!"

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