Chapter 7
Nick Prescott took a cab uptown, instructing the driver to let him off in front of the Hotel LeGrande. When he got out he found his way into the hotel and sauntered up to the front desk.
"I'm looking for Buddy Moran, the house detective," he told the clerk. Buddy was a close friend of his and now he hoped Moran would offer his assistance.
"He's on vacation," the clerk said.
"In that case, can you call Miss Violet Heath and tell her there's a Mr. Prescott downstairs who wants to talk to her." He was sorry Buddy wasn't around. Things'll be a little more risky, that's all, he said to himself. He didn't think Violet would try anything in the hotel which might serve to attract people's suspicions.
The clerk dialed the appropriate extension. When he got off the phone he motioned to the elevator. "Room 1219, mister. She said it was okay for you to pay a little visit."
"I'm sure," Nick mumbled. When he got out of the elevator he walked down the hall, finding Room 1219. Before he could even knock it swung open and he found himself staring at the tall black-haired woman he had seen weeks before. She had the same strawberry mole on her forehead and bore a distinct resemblance to Trudy.
"Come in, Mr. Prescott. I've been expecting you," she said, ushering him inside.
He swept past her, entering her suite of rooms. Violet Heath motioned him to a chair and offered him a drink. Nick accepted and when she handed him a whiskey he sipped it quickly, wondering what he was up against.
"I gather that you've come to see me on account of my niece dear sweet Trudy," she said, sitting across from him. She crossed her legs, not bothering to lower her dressing gown.
Nick stared at her, realizing that she was a far more formidable opponent than he had counted on. The woman had a cold haughty air about her, but he could see a muscle twitching on her cheek and he hoped it was a sign of nervousness and anxiety. As for the rest of her, Nick wouldn't have minded getting into Violet's pants, so to speak.
But he held himself back, trying to ignore her inquisitive glance of what he took for unabashed physicality. Her robe was parted at the top, her cleavage deep and alluring.
Business, he thought to himself, trying to find the proper words.
"Well, what is it, Mr. Prescott?" she asked, sensing his discomfort.
"I want to make a deal," he said quickly. He looked around the room. The bedroom door was closed and he hoped that they were alone.
"What kind of deal, may I ask?"
"Look, lady, I know what you want. Trudy's money. The little fool's told me all about, and I'd like nothing better than to get my hands on it. I figure, if I can deliver the goods, you can deliver the cash."
"I see," she murmured, fixing him with her beady piercing eyes. "And how do you propose to, how did you put it? 'Deliver the goods.'"
"Easy enough," he said, trying to sound convincing. "We can make it look like an accident, a car crash or something like that. The cops would never suspect, especially when they find notes in her hand writing, notes about her despondency over her father's death. It's foolproof."
"And you, Mr. Prescott, are a fool," she said, getting to her feet.
"What are you talking about! I came here in good faith, willing to share the money with you. Look, Miss Heath, without my help your plan's a washout. Do you think I'll let you knock off Trudy without spilling everything to the cops." Nick got to his feet as well, realizing that things were happening a little too quickly for his comfort.
"You're not going, are you, Mr. Prescott? Trudy must be getting anxious, by now, wouldn't you say. I think we'll have ourselves a little party, just the four of us."
"The what?" he said. But before he could make his move for the door, the bedroom door opened and he found himself staring at Marta Braun. The woman held a gun in her hand and behind her he saw a tall black man looming in the doorway, grinning at him with sarcastic delight.
"A party," Violet Heath said again. She laughed at Nick's helplessness.
I'm a fool, a perfect patsy, he thought to himself, disgusted that he had ever gotten himself involved. But now, it didn't seem to matter. Marta came out of the bedroom, holding the gun before her. And behind her, the black man followed. Nick didn't move.
"A nice intimate dirty little party," Violet said. She locked the door behind her and pushed Nick towards the bedroom. Meekly, he led the way inside.
The bedroom door swung shut behind him and Nick turned helplessly around. "What good is this?" he asked.
"What good is what, Mr. Prescott. You haven't the slightest idea, not the vaguest inkling of what you're in for. For a smart man, you're pretty stupid," Violet told him. "I have certain definite tastes, Mr. Prescott. Certain kinds of amusement. Marta and Flanders here see to all my needs and now you will, too."
"What needs?" he whispered as Flanders advanced on him. The Negro looked like an ex-wrestler. He was tall and powerfully built and Nick realized that he was no match for the man whose ebony skin seemed to gleam with - a hellish nocturnal light.
"Other people, people like you perhaps, would call them sick, sadistic. I prefer to think of them as unusual, Mr. Prescott." and saying this she rummaged in a dresser drawer.
Nick watched her. And when she pulled out what she had been looking for, he opened his mouth wide with astonishment. For Violet Heath leered at him, her grin twisted and sadistic. She held a thick rubber object in her hand and when she moved closer, Nick couldn't believe his eyes.
It was no ordinary instrument of pleasure. Violet wielded a massive flesh-colored dildo, shaped exactly like an erect penis. Only it was no ordinary penis, either. The tool she held in her hand was a good twelve inches long, as thick around as Nick's wrist.
"I had it made especially, Mr. Prescott," the woman laughed, motioning to Flanders.
Nick spun around, but the black man gripped him, forcing his hands behind his back. Marta came up with a length of cord and within a matter of seconds they had managed to tie Nick's hands behind his back. Then they pinioned his ankles together, removing his shoes. Finally, he was carried to the bed. Flanders pushed him down and turned to Violet, awaiting his instructions.
Nick started to scream out, but Flanders slapped him brutally across the face. "Do you want to be gagged, man?" he asked. "Or would you rather shut your face."
Nick realized that he was outnumbered. He lay on the bed as Violet rubbed her hands over the dildo. "Let me," Marta Braun said, coming up to her mistress. Violet nodded her head and as Nick watched, wondering what was going to happen to him, he saw Marta quickly taking off her clothes.
He could barely believe his eyes. The heavy-set woman stripped down, her sagging breasts flopping across her chest. He remembered them from the hotel room, but the recollection did little to calm his nerves.
They're sick, perverted, he thought to himself as Marta tugged down her panties, revealing the thickly haired pussy which so delighted Violet Heath.
"Beautiful," Violet murmured, handing Marta the dildo.
Without waiting, the woman thrust the blunt end of the phallus right between her legs. She crouched down, licking her lips, stuffing the dildo between the outer folds of her matronly cunt. Violet watched with widened eyes, waiting until the operation was complete.
The dildo fit snugly and when Marta turned to Nick, he opened his mouth, unable to speak. For it looked as if Marta was a freak, an hermaphrodite with breasts and a cock. The tool rose straight out in the air and she got on the bed, eying him critically.
"What next?" Flanders asked Trudy's aunt.
"Get him ready," she said, going off into the bathroom. She shut the door behind her and Flanders got up on the bed and began to take off Nick's clothes. When Prescott tried to resist, rolling about from side to side, Flanders punched him in the stomach. Moaning loudly, gasping for air, Nick lay back as his shirt was unbuttoned and his arms pulled down. Because his hands were tied together, Flanders left the shirt hanging around Nick's wrists.
He kept whistling to himself, not looking at Nick as he unbuttoned the man's pants. "We meet again, Mr. Prescott," Marta Braun told him. "I knew we would. I just couldn't wait." She climbed up on the bed and leaned over him, rubbing her heavy boobs across his face.
"This is going to be a lot of fun for me, Mr. Prescott," she went on, grabbing his face and forcing his lips apart. "Suck, you little fool. Lick them good and hard."
Nick was forced to submit. He opened his mouth so that Marta stopped wrenching his jaws apart. The woman pushed one heavy distended teat into his mouth and slowly he thrust out his tongue, trying to ignore Flanders.
The black had succeeded in undoing Nick's trousers and he pulled them down to his ankles, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of Nick's jockey shorts. Marta turned to him and nodded her head. "I've seen it before, Flanders," she said.
Nick looked down the length of his body. He shivered with fear as Flanders wrenched his undershorts down, exposing his limp dangling cock.
"So so," the black murmured, getting off the bed.
Nick looked up into Marta's eyes. They looked vicious and menacing and he bent to the task, sucking on her thick rigid nipples as she quickly straddled him. She rubbed her fleshy ass against his dick and despite his fear and discomfort, Nick felt his cock throbbing from the woman's heated touch.
"You're gonna love all of us," Marta promised.
Nick wondered what she meant. He looked up and saw Flanders. The black man had taken off his shirt, exposing a thickly muscled chest the same color as his face. He seemed nonchalant and calm, rather blase about the whole thing as he unbuckled his belt and began to pull off his pants.
"What's going on here?" Nick said again, panic rising in his voice.
"A party, Mr. Prescott," said Violet Heath, emerging from the bathroom. Nick opened his eyes wider than before. Trudy's aunt was totally naked. "A farewell party, you might say." She ran her hands up and down her sides, arching her legs slightly as he looked at her thick dark-haired pubic bush. Her body was still tight; only her ass revealed her age in the way the skin was creased and slightly sagging.
In fact, she had a better body than Nick had imagined. But he tried not to think of pleasure. There was only the insistent promise of pain here as he glanced down and saw the thick projection emerging out of Marta's hairy pussy. The cock rubbed against his belly, hard and cold.
When he looked over Marta's shoulders, he literally gasped in amazement. For Flanders had finally removed the last of his clothes and the black man was not equipped as most men were. He wasn't making a move, standing there rigid and silent.
But what Nick saw literally freaked his head. Flanders' cock was arching up, throbbing violently. Even Violet was impressed and she stared as the black man kept his hands on his hips, his cock growing thick and hard' without the benefit of anyone's touch. It was, Nick realized, the biggest penis he had ever seen in his life.
He couldn't believe his eyes, but he had to accept the fact that Flanders had a cock that was only slightly smaller than the dildo Marta Braun sported between her thighs. The man seemed to have a solid foot of cock meat, a dark purplish-black color, crowned by a glans that was as big around as Nick's fist.
"And he uses it beautifully, Mr. Prescott," Violet murmured in his ear. "He's very versatile."
Nick didn't doubt her for the moment. Flanders laughed appreciatively as he moved up to Violet. He pressed her against his groin, rubbing his cock between the cheeks of his ass. "Nice," he whispered as Violet leaned against him.
And as Nick watched, the Negro rubbed his hands over Violet Heath's large swollen jugs, tweaking her nipples before sliding down to her pussy. Marta turned her head to watch, pulling her nipple out of Nick's mouth.
For the moment, the room was silent. Violet kept rubbing her body like a cat, sliding up and down the length of Flanders muscled torso. He ground into her, thrusting his fingers down to her cunt. Pulling the fleshy ragged-edged lobes apart, he slipped two fingers right inside, one from each hand.
Violet gave a strangled whimper of pleasure and Flanders sucked on her neck, totally ignoring Prescott and Marta who were on the bed. As for Nick, he could not keep his eyes off the pair. There was a kind of unabashed sensuality there he found wildly exciting, even more overpowering than his fear. Flanders looked like the very personification of masculinity and virile sexuality. His body seemed greased, well-honed and the more he touched his mistress, the more Violet Heath responded, a veritable she-demon of erotica.
"Show him," Marta whispered to the burly black man. "Show him what he's in for."
Nick didn't understand, but even as Flanders kept pistoning two fingers into Violet's pussy, he suddenly pushed her forward on the bed. She grabbed hold of Nick's ankles, her ass sticking out in the air as the Negro picked up a tube of lubricant off the dresser and squeezed a gob of the translucent jelly into the palm of his hand.
"Do it," she whispered. "And then we'll take care of Mr. Nick Prescott, in spades."
"Spades," he winked. "Beautiful, Violet. Perfect." And saying this, Flanders rubbed the ointment up and down the length of his stiff burgeoning cock.
It looked even bigger and thicker than before and Nick couldn't believe how Violet would be able to accommodate her henchman's massive weapon. Working slowly and taking his time, Flanders held onto Violet around the waist, not even bothering to spread apart the cheeks of her plump matronly ass.
"Fill me," she whispered. "Do it, ram it in, beauty, black beauty."
Gripping her tightly, he pushed forward and as Nick watched with widened and excited eyes, he saw Flanders' dick shoving forward. Violet felt the huge swollen organ banging against her swirling pink asshole and she breathed deeply, relaxing her anal muscles as Flanders maintained his position.
"Harder, fuck me like a man, prick!" she cursed him.
Flanders gnashed his teeth, took a deep breath and suddenly lashed out, plowing into Violet with all the force in his body. A shrill staccato scream erupted from between her lips as she clawed at Nick's feet. Flanders' cock was already moving inside, ripping open her asshole as he kept stuffing more and more of his inhuman foot of cock-meat into his mistress's butt.
Even Marta, whose taste ran towards women, was duly impressed. She stared with the same avidity which marked Nick's unblinking gaze, watching as Violet cursed and sweated, feeling the full impact of the man's dick. Faster and faster he pounded into her and Violet kept moaning as her ass was stuffed with more meat than she thought possible.
Flanders never stopped. He kept thrusting forward, leaning against his mistress and nearly flattening her out on the bed. Finally, he was in her up to his root, his nuts whacking loudly, a large wrinkled sac as big around as a grapefruit.
"Now move, baby. Ram it in, in and out," she whispered hoarsely.
Flanders was more than glad to oblige. He began to steadily ram his pecker in and out of Violet Heath's ass, feeling the skin along the shaft of his cock locking onto her rectal walls, frictioning him delightfully.
"So good," he murmured. "Oh yeah, he'll love it, Violet. It'll freak his head out."
Nick realized that they were speaking about him. He found it hard to believe that they intended to treat him in just this manner, but for the moment, he could not keep his eyes off the pair. Violet pushed backwards, meeting Flanders' mean penetrating strokes, wiggling her buns as he kept shoving his red-hot poker of a cock deeper and deeper into her hole.
Prescott heard Violet snorting loudly, moving back and forth so that he was sure her ass felt the barrage of strokes from every angle. Her eyes were half-closed and as Flanders continued to pump in and out with sure and almost angry thrusts, she squeezed her anal muscles around his enormous mule-cock, making her hole even smaller and more confining than before.
Flanders kept pumping into Violet's ass, relishing the tightness of the older woman's butt. Looking at both of them, Nick found himself with a massive hardon of his own, wildly excited as he watched the pair moving together. The sight of Flanders' hot blue-black cock searing Violet's backside, visible for a moment before it disappeared up inside her hole, made him tremble involuntarily.
Marta saw what was happening and she laughed, calling it to Violet's attention. "He needs it, Violet," she said aloud. "Look how he wants it," and she pointed to Prescott's own bulky erection, his meaty virile pecker rising up along his hairy belly.
"All in good time, my dear. Flanders has never gotten tired, not yet at least." And then she looked back over her shoulder. "Yes, now, oh shit I can feel it happening. Work it in, honey. Fill me, fuck me, I'm coming. Oh shit, coming, hot come, come, shoot!"
Flanders let out a mighty roar, bellowing like a bull. And as Nick watched with stony hardened eyes, the black man stiffened and violently convulsed. His body shook, every muscle trembling as he dug into her ass with his superhuman cock. Then, he let go.
"Man, yes, come, feel it baby oh shit, shooting, shooting!" he whimpered, unleashing his load of cream.
Violet stiffened as well, holding herself rigid as her own orgasm merged together with Flanders' forceful climax. She felt great wads of the man's virile seed pouring into her belabored hole, soothing the ravished tissues of her butt with a kind of slimy balm.
More and more come shot out as the whites of Flanders' eyes rolled up in his head. Nick thought the man was actually having a fit. He had never seen anyone get so violent during an orgasm and now, as he watched intently, barely aware of Marta and her foot-long dildo next to him, he saw how both Flanders and Violet were still coming.
When the woman leaned up, still filled with the black's massive cock, a shiny pool of thin liquid come stained the sheets. Droplets of the stuff shone on her matted pubic hairs and the tip of her coral-hued clitoris was visible, poking forward like a button from between the lips of her snatch.
Flanders leaned against her, refusing to pull out. He was dripping with sweat and he stood up, his cock slowly losing its erection inside his mistress's ass. "Take your time, honey," she told him, not wanting to rush. "There'll be time for everything. Everything," and she cast a baleful glance at Nick Prescott, laughing sadistically as she eyed her prey.
Finally, he pulled his cock out and looked fondly at Violet, kissing her on the neck. "And now, for more serious business," she said, straightening herself up.
Nick lay back on the bed, not knowing what to expect. He saw Marta glaring at him and when Flanders moved over, his cock like a sausage, limp but still a good six inches lolling between his thighs, he tried to roll out of the man's grasp.
But his arms and legs were securely fastened and he was helpless as the black laughed and turned him over on his stomach, exposing Nick's naked and hairy ass. Flanders pulled apart the cheeks of the detective's bottom. "Not bad," he said to Marta, who idly played with her nipples, the rubber cock sticking out obscenely from between the fleshy lobes of her twat.
"Just the way I like them," Violet said. "Dark and hairy. I bet he's gamey, too, the filthy shit." She came up to Nick and curled back her lips. "It's- all over for you, Mr. Prescott. You got in the way and I don't have time for small fry. They bore me." She turned and nodded to Marta.
Quickly, impatient to get started, the heavy-set woman got up on the bed, straddling Nick's thighs. He turned his head back, opening his mouth as if to scream. "What? No, don't!" he yelled out.
But before he could say anything else, he found himself being gagged with a stocking Flanders had found in one of the dresser drawers. His moans were muted, his pleas unheard as Marta pulled apart the globes of his ass and got into position.
"Ride him, baby," Flanders laughed. "And then it'll be my turn."
Marta felt Nick's asshole, covered by thick curling hairs as dark as the hairs on his chest, but much coarser and rougher in texture. She didn't even bother to use spit or the lubricant Flanders had applied to his joint. Rather, she decided that Nick Prescott would have to go through a dry run and when she told him this, he could only choke back a scream, unable to talk with the gag securely fastened around his mouth.
Then, she got down on her knees and pushed the massive round head of the hard rubber dildo right up to Nick's bottom-hole. Nick couldn't move and when he bucked back and forth on the bed, he found that he was only serving Marta's purpose. He grit this teeth and tried to relax, knowing that the pain would be something he would find almost impossible to bear.
He had never been sodomized before and the very notion filled him with terror. Then, with a single forceful lunge forward, Marta succeeded in lodging the head of the phallus right inside Nick's rectum. His bottom-hole was ripped open, the tissues almost screaming out his pain as he felt something hard and warm slamming into his flesh.
Tears streamed down his eyes and he began to moan as the inhuman weapon was forced up into his butt. As for Marta, she smiled cruelly, enjoying every minute of her treatment. To demean a man, and Nick Prescott in particular, gave her an exquisite kind of pleasure. And, in addition, the blunt end of the dildo rubbed into her pussy, making the act doubly exciting.
Violet and Flanders watched with considerable concentration. They smiled at Nick, staring between Marta's legs as she kept cork-screwing the dildo into Prescott's butt. Still pushing, taking her time and enjoying herself immensely, Marta was able to work the entire length of the foot-long penis into Nick's widely stretched hole.
She lay on top of him then, trying to catch her breath.
As for Nick, it felt as if someone was packing his shit in. His hole was stretched inordinately and the pain made his body tremble as he tried to control himself. His ass seemed to be rubbed raw and bleeding and he looked nervously over his shoulder, still moaning with pain.
"How does it feel, Mr. Prescott?" Violet asked. "Isn't it demoralizing? Getting fucked, and by a woman no less." She laughed triumphantly and nodded to Marta.
The woman began in earnest then, pounding in and out of Nick's hole. She didn't stop, breathing deeply, feeling her pussy frictioning against the dildo as she rubbed herself on top of Nick's back. He was barely conscious, aware of a dull insistent ache in his bottom, unable to do anything to stop the pain.
"Let me at him," Flanders said impatiently. He was tired of watching and he wanted to get into Prescott's ass while the going was still good. His cock displayed his willingness to continue, for it rose up and again, just as stiff and rigid as before. Violet stroked it with one hand, never removing her eyes from between Marta Braun's thick rippling thighs.
The woman heaved back and forth, smashing the hard rubber dildo in and out of Prescott's ass. Nick looked up, blinded by the pain. When he saw Flanders' hard-on, he knew he could take anything, for the black's penis was smaller than the instrument of pain which Marta had used with such skill.
"Let Flanders try," Violet said, gripping the man's thick dong. She clenched her hand around it, stroking it long and hard as Flanders moaned softly, shivering with delight. "And untie his legs. I want to try him out myself." l
Nick looked up at her and she licked her lips, her tongue darting out, hissing at him as Marta suddenly ripped out of his ass, pulling the phallus from out of its confines with a single and ravishing tug.
His moans were even louder and he fell back on the bed, trying to catch his breath. But no sooner had Marta removed her artificial cock when Flanders bounded into place. Instead of just slamming his boner into Nick's ass, he turned Prescott over on his stomach and untied his legs.
Nick didn't have time to kick or move away. His legs were lifted up as Flanders held him in a steely grip. Unable to move, overpowered by the black man, he waited in horror as Flanders shoved down, aiming the bulbous blood-engorged head of his penis right into place.
After the treatment Marta Braun had given him, Nick knew that anything else wouldn't hurt half as much. Resigned to his fate, he lay mute and unmoving as Flanders pushed forward, the head of his cock working its way right up inside Nick's ass.
But this time, the pain was far less severe. In fact, the warmth of the man's penis as it rubbed into his anal cavity made his prostate swell. By concentrating on the shivering pleasure of that sensation, Nick was able to bear the brunt of Flanders' attack.
The black kept pounding into him, ripping into his butt as he cursed faintly and softly, urging Nick on. "Feel it, honky," he whispered. "Feel it going in, nice and hot, nice and black."
Nick couldn't speak. He looked down between his legs and watched with a kind of morbid fascination as Flanders channeled more and more of his shining black cock into his belabored ass. But this time the pain was minimal. Nick relaxed totally and when he stopped straining, stopped fighting back, the pressure and the pain diminished accordingly.
As Flanders kept pummeling into Nick's asshole, Prescott heard Violet moving to Marta. They got up next to him on the bed and, at least for the moment, totally ignored him as Flanders began to really work into a deep and bone-jarring rhythm. The steady strokes rocked Nick back and forth.
When he turned his head, he saw Marta taking Violet's head in her hands. She moved her lips down, pressing them against her mistress's mouth. The two women clung to each other, kissing passionately. He could see how Marta kept using her tongue like a spoon, flicking it in and out and licking Violet's lips, her teeth, the inside of her mouth.
They curled tongues together and moaned ecstatically and Nick kept watching, fascinated by the display of lesbian love. He had not seen anything like it before as Marta reached out and grabbed hold of Violet's high swelling jugs.
She cupped them in both of her hands, murmuring softly to Trudy's aunt. And as she caressed them, Nick felt something happening to his body. He glanced down as Flanders leered at him, working his prick in and out with deep and penetrating strokes. But despite all that he had been through, Nick Prescott was still able to handle it.
For at that moment his own dick was arching up, harder than ever, a tiny peal of pre-come shining on the head of his cock, covering his piss-hole. His body felt hot and itchy and he longed to get into someone's hole, longed to feel the wet warmth he knew he needed to relieve some of the fear and concomitant pain.
But Violet saw to that. She turned and looked down at Nick's pecker, laughing softly. "You need something else, don't you, Mr. Prescott?" she asked, getting up on the bed. Then, swinging her legs around, she removed his gag, straddled Nick's face and slowly lowered her pussy down on top of his head.
It was, he realized, exactly what he needed.
He stuck out his tongue and as Violet came down on top of him, he began to lick her pussy. It was damp and inviting and his tongue snaked in and out with heated thrusts. He couldn't move his hands, but Violet saw to his every need, enjoying the attention he was giving her. She pulled back the lips of her matronly snatch, exposing her thin finger-like clit. It rose up out of the folds of her vulva, a shining button, a knob of erectile tissue which Nick stared at, longing to get his tongue around.
He slurped up the thin dribbles of milky sap which trickled down her box. The pungent dew flowed over his tongue and he swallowed it down, wrapping his lips around her clit and sucking it right into his mouth.
Her hairy mound quivered in response and, surprisingly, Nick suddenly felt a pair of lips attaching themselves to the head of his dick. It was Violet who was giving him the benefit of her tongue, moved to respond to his own insistent and laborious mouthing strokes.
He kept licking and slobbering over her pussy, wondering what was going to happen next. Violet kept gobbling up his cock and his nuts began to ache as his pecker kept trembling, swaying in and out of the woman's heated mouth.
As for Marta, she was, at least for the moment, content to watch. Nick kept working on Violet's pussy, lapping up along the damp hot walls of her box. And, at the same time, he kept feeling the insistent throbbings of Flanders' joint as the Negro continued to batter into him, stuffing his hose in and out of Nick's ass, searing the walls of his rectum with his thick meaty rod.
But by this time there was no pain at all. The sensation was novel, perhaps even unique. Nick had always enjoyed being rimmed, had always relished a tongue or a finger stuck up his ass. And now, the logical extension seemed a cock. He took a deep breath and began to work his sphincter muscles around Flanders' penis, squeezing them tightly as if to milk the man's cock-shaft.
"He loves it, all right!" the black man said with a laugh. "Shit, he's going crazy, Violet. It's backfired."
She didn't bother to reply. She was too busy sucking on Nick's cock, no longer in control of herself. It seemed that for the moment she was forgetting her vendetta, just enjoying the strange coupling which she was part of.
And as she continued to work on Nick's cock, making him shiver with growing and unbearable delight, Nick seemed to urge Flanders on, almost as if he was begging him to give it his all, to fuck the shit out of him as intensely as he was working on Violet Heath's heaving pussy.
Flanders was more than glad to oblige.
"You want it, man," he said with a laugh, "then I'll give it to you, good and hard. Your ass is beautiful, fucking tight and hard and hairy. Just the way to a man's heart." Still laughing, he began to pump in and out as he held Nick around the waist. His strokes grew fiercer, angrier, and he never stopped as Nick moaned loudly, his mouth filled with pussy.
"Suck, baby, suck it down," Violet mumbled, fondling Nick's hairy scrotal sac as he pushed his dick up into her mouth.
"Now, Violet, oh shit, I can't hold back!" Flanders screamed out.
Quickly, Violet pulled her mouth away from Nick's pecker. She swung around her, her back to him and grabbed hold of his tool. Then, with a quick and certain thrust, she fell on top of it, riding him as she stuffed his cock right up into her moist hot pussy.
"Yes, do it, more!" Nick screamed, his sight blocked as Marta Braun climbed on top of her, shoving her ass in his face.
"Suck, Mr. Prescott, show me how much you love my buns," she smirked, rubbing her hairy asshole into his mouth. Nick was forced to comply. And as he rimmed Marta out and felt Violet's hot juicy pussy moving back and forth against his thick trembling cock, he heard Flanders screaming out.
"Now! Feel it, oh shit, coming. I'm coming, hold on, baby. Feel it!" the man ranted as his cream erupted like a volcano, searing the inside of Nick's bottom with his heaving spend. Great gushes of cream spurted out of the man's enormous penis, filling Nick's butt as Flanders screamed and thrashed about.
As for Violet, she too was unable to hold herself back. She pounded down against Nick, thrusting his cock in and out of her pussy with short quick thrusts that quickly brought her to her own orgasm.
She could barely speak. Foam flecked her lips and she closed her eyes as her orgasm hit her and she pushed down, rubbing her ass against Nick's groin and feeling her sap streaming down the walls of her vagina.
Nick's own orgasm was triggered by both Flanders' and Violet's frenzied reactions. As he felt the man's warm and mushy come filling his ass, his cock buried deep inside, he sucked in his breath, thrust his tongue up into Marta's smelly asshole and began to shoot.
Violet grabbed hold of his balls, squeezing them tightly as he jerked about on the bed, his come rushing out of the head of his dick, streaming into her pussy. Marta screamed with him, stuffing more and more of her ass into his mouth. But Nick was barely conscious of what was happening.
Everything seemed to be fading away, all the fears, the nightmares and anxieties. They rushed away as his pleasure overpowered him, leaving him weak on the bed, his cock ejaculating thick gobbets of come into Violet's clenching frictioning snatch.
"That's it, that's it," she moaned appreciatingly. "Come, Mr. Prescott. Do it, fill me, shoot, baby, shoot it all!" Still clenching his nuts, she made his orgasm an agony of delight and when his cock petered out, he felt her pulling away.
Flanders eased his limp tool out of Nick's asshole and as for Marta, she climbed off his face, looking down at him with a strange unfathomable expression on his face. "So you loved it, didn't you, prick?" she asked. "We'll see about that, though. You can bet your ass we'll see about that."
Nick lay there, stunned, unable to speak. His body was soaked with sweat. Come dripped out of his ass and dribbled onto the sheets. Before he could say anything else, Flanders quickly retied his legs, replacing the stocking so that Nick could no longer speak. It was tied around his mouth and the others looked down at him, relishing his discomfort.
"Just be patient, Mr. Nick Prescott," Violet told him. "We have a little unfinished business to attend to. But we'll be back, little man. You can be fucking sure of that."
Additional rope was brought out and Flanders tied him to the bedposts, making sure that Nick couldn't escape. Helpless, bound and gagged, he watched them leaving the bedroom, locking the door behind them.
He was suddenly and inexorably alone.