Chapter 5
Give a man an inch and he'll take a foot, a yard or an entire town. Such was Warren Howard's insatiable desires. His operation in Garden City rivaled Chicago's Cicero and outdid it during the heyday of Al Capone.
There were prostitutes in every hotel and on every street corner. Each drug store was operating a bookie joint on the side. There were lewd shows for any and every perverted mind that visited the town. Not even in the old days of the "Sex Circuses" in Chicago had anything like it been seen. The Mayor was powerless to stop the orgies, the sale of dope, the prostitution and everything else that appealed to the most erotic interests of both men and women.
Conventioneers loved it. They had but to visit the equivalent of "Bourbon Street," sit down at a table in a bar and were served by waitresses totally naked. For a buck tip, in addition to the five dollar per drink, they had only to reach out a hand and fondle a breast, tickle a young girl's pussy.
Some of the more expensive places featured shows that went all the way; men and women fucking; women and women going down on each other and sticking dildos into each other. There were even performances to satisfy the male homosexuals; men sucking each other and fucking each other in the ass.
Nothing was too lewd, obscene or far out for Howard's imagination. He was a showman and an entrepreneur who knew what people really wanted to see but wouldn't admit to themselves. Warren Howard gave it to them in spades.
Howard could have any woman in Garden City he desired, and did. But in the back of his mind there was always Rena. He coveted the Mayor's wife more than any other broad he had ever used and subjected to his own vile imagination.
He remembered Mrs. Thayer's promise to give him another crack at the haughty bitch and he intended to hold her to it. He also remembered her suggestion that when he had had his fill of her he could turn her over to his "henchmen."
Warren's coterie of bodyguards, muscle men and pimps had watched the proud young Rena Doyle with covetous eyes for a long time. One of them had even dared broach the subject at one of their high level meetings. Warren had merely smirked and said: "Soon. Soon, boys. Take my word. Have I ever disappointed ya?"
The next day, Howard dropped in on Mrs. Thayer quite casually and unexpectedly. Riva received him most cordially. There were few men in the world that really turned her on and Warren was one. He was so gross; so much the animal. He excited her beyond belief.
She greeted him with a large embrace and kissed him warmly. He returned the greeting half-heartedly and shoved her away.
"Got something to talk wid ya about," he informed her.
"Sure. Sure, Warren, anything. What's on your mind?"
"It's about the little bitch, the Mayor's wife. I dig her. I want her again only this time, my way and for my boys too. You remember, you promised."
"Sure, sure, I remember."
"Good. So then, how about settin' it up like for tomorrow night, maybe?"
"Just as you say." Riva felt a heat of passion rush over her body. Warren Howard was her kind of man; he was a human Devil; the closest she could get to giving herself to her Master. She got up from her chair, went to the bar and mixed a drink. She sprinkled it liberally with her most powerful aphrodisiac and handed it to him.
"Bourbon on the rocks. Just like you like it," she told him. "Thanks."
Howard took it and drank deeply. Riva walked around his chair slowly and began divesting herself of her clothes. At first, Warren paid little or no attention to her. Finally he did.
"Hey, you ain't got a bad body, doll. Not bad at all." He gulped more of his drink and felt his prick harden. Riva, meanwhile, was doing the most seductive, sexiest strip-tease of which she was capable. The Devil had been kind to her and her body was provocative and exciting. She was only wearing a hostess gown, no bra, and sheer panties. She stripped off the gown, and sat in Warren's lap.
"I want you," she said. "I want to make you happier than you've ever been in your life."
"That'll be the day," he replied.
"Oh, I don't know. I may have a few tricks you haven't thought of."
"Yeah?" he smirked. "Show me!"
"I will," she replied seductively and went to the bar. "Do you want me to undress you?"
"Naw! I'll strip myself. I don't like women pawing all over my body unless it might be the Mayor's wife," he added with a chuckle.
At the bar, Riva took two ice cubes and sucked on them until they melted. Her mouth and tongue were cold as ice could make them. She began sucking one more ice cube and picked up a bottle of crŠme de menthe from the bar. She brought it back with her to where Warren was by now lying prone of the sofa, stark naked except for his shoes and socks. His clothes were strewn on the floor where he had dropped them as he took them off. His prick was limp, but even in repose it was still one of the most magnificent organs Riva, or any other woman had ever seen or even fantasized about in dreams.
"Not very sexy today," she remarked as she observed his large but sagging prick.
"Well, I already fucked two kids at one of my houses. Sixteen or seventeen years old; ran away from home to see what life was like in the big city. They couldn't get in with the boys there, but one of 'em recommended 'em to me."
"Virgins?" Riva asked, rolling the ice cube around her tongue.
"Naw! What virgins? Kids these days lose their cherries in junior high school. It's that damned pill. I don't know what the hell gets into their folk's minds. Me? I keep my gals under lock and key."
"I didn't know you had daughters," Riva said, surprised.
"Two," Warren answered with all the pride of a proud father. "Twelve and fifteen. And if I ever catch one of 'em fuckin' around with some pimply-faced kid, I'll kill em."
"Who? Your daughters or the boys?"
"All of 'em," Warren answered with relish, and sounded like he meant it.
"But why should your daughters be different?" Riva persisted. She wanted to keep Warren's mind on sex; keep him talking about it while the potion took hold.
"Because they're my kids!" he replied in an angry tone. "They gonna be virgins when they get married, and I'm gonna pick the guys myself, hand-picked. They gonna be respectable."
"Are they cute girls?"
"Cuter than a bug's ear. You oughta see the little one. She's only twelve, but with tits already, and an ass that won't quit. Every once in awhile I have to whack her to remind her to stop shaking it when she walks. The older one's not as sexy, but she does all right.
Riva had dropped to her knees in front of Warren's body and had taken a swig of the mint-flavored crŠme de menthe into her mouth. Now she carefully bent to his cock and without spilling a drop, inserted the head of the penis into her liquid-filled mouth. Warren squirmed as he felt the cold mouth begin sucking and the oily, alcoholic liquid embrace the head of his prick.
"Hey! That's different all right, baby. Ummm. Roll it around some more, I like it."
Riva could feel the immense organ begin to stiffen as she dripped the liquor down the shaft of his rod and over his balls.
"Ummm," Warren mumbled again. "Cold. What is it?"
"CrŠme de menthe. Tastes like mint. I love to lick it." And lick it she did; every drop that dripped down. She lapped at it with a wide, hungry, frenzied tongue that soon had Howard panting for breath and running his fingers through her hair and reaming her ears with the tip of his little finger.
"You're good, baby. You're real good." He began working his prick into her mouth as his erection built, bigger and larger and thicker.
Riva swallowed the last drop of the crŠme de menthe, blew in Warren's ear and whispered: "Don't move. I'll be right back."
She hurried back to the sink in the bar, turned on the hot water full blast, held a glass under the tap and filled her mouth with the hot liquid.
Back to Warren she went. His penis had started to droop again. It was cold to the touch and still smelled of mint. She closed her mouth over it, immersing it in the hot water. Warren nearly jumped out of his skull. The combination of first ice cold, then red hot, was something like the effect of taking first a warm then cold shower, except in reverse. Riva knew that it was an exciting experience for a man. As she let the water trickle down her throat she went to work on his cock. She was the Devil's own cock-sucker. No tongue was faster, no lips sucked with more greed. She made the man feel as if every stroke were pure joy, not only for him but for her as well.
His hips began moving and grinding in time to her up and down mouth motion. She could feel the canal begin to pulsate. "Not yet, darling. Not yet. Turn over."
Warren managed to roll himself over onto his stomach with great reluctance and Riva went to work on the crevice between his buttocks. She planted wet, liberal kisses on each cheek, licking and caressing them as though they were a baby's. Then, gradually she found the upper portion of the opening and slowly worked her way down, nibbling, tickling and biting every quarter-inch of the way.
Warren's penis was on fire. It was all he could do to keep from spurting cum all over the sofa.
"God!" he exclaimed over and over again. "Goddamnit! Shit! Oh, fuck! Oh, baby. You're the greatest!"
With that, Riva rolled him over again. It wasn't easy. She started licking his prick once more and worked her way to his chest, the small nipples and around his face, forehead, ears and finally reamed her tongue into his now wide open, grunting, panting mouth. Then she sat down on his cock and began pumping. Within moments she felt him jerk and his thick cum spurted into her cunt. Riva smiled to herself and was satisfied. That would give him something to remember. Warren Howard might have the hots for Rena-bitch, but he would long remember this orgasm.
"Happy sweetheart?" she asked, as she rolled off.
"The greatest!"
"Still want Mrs. Doyle?" Riva chided him as she picked up her clothes and started for the bathroom. "Aw, baby--you know how it is. Sure. She's a dish a young cunt. Anyway, I promised my boys. "You'll have her. Nine o'clock tonight."
"Promise?" Warren threw at her as she left the room. "Have I ever disappointed you?"
"No. We'll be here. I'll buy the liquor and bring the food. This is gonna be a party to end 'em all. My gift to the boys. They've earned it."
Warren got up and started dressing. "Hey!" he called into the powder room off the living room hall, "you sure she ain't gonna give nobody no trouble?"
"If she does, we'll take care of it," Riva replied. "Just see to it that your guys aren't too loaded when they get here."
"I'll break 'em in half. Don't worry, baby, they will all act like perfect gentlemen to a point," he finished and gave out with his typical raucous laugh. "See you tonight, baby. And thanks."
"Don't mention it," Riva called back as she dressed with an expectant smile on her face. She, too, was looking forward to the young Rena Doyle getting it from those brutes like she was nothing but a whore off the streets. Maybe it would teach her to be so uppity all the time.
"Mrs. Ross!" she bellowed through the intercom microphone that connected to every room in the house.
"Yes?" came the reply.
"We're having a little party tonight. Get things ready.
"Yes Ma'am," Mrs. Ross replied, and wondered when her prayers to His Most Satanic Majesty would be answered.
Mrs. Thayer went directly to the telephone from the bathroom and called Rena. In firm, commanding tones she ordered the proud little bitch to be at her home that evening promptly at 8:30.
"But, but Mrs. Thayer " she tried to begin protesting, "Ralph and I have made other arrangements and.. . "
"Cancel them!" Riva commanded peremptorily.
"How can I?"
"Simple. Just tell Red that I've invited you here to meet several people who will be helpful to him and who can be depended on to donate large sums of money to all of his pet projects. I don't think he will object."
"But.. . " Rena began again.. .
"If he does, just remind him that I have some excellent movies of both he and you including a few taken with infra-red film at our last party."
"Oh no!"
"Oh, yes," Riva replied with the greatest of cool. "I'm sure neither you nor Red would want your movies made public." She paused a fraction of a moment to let her next statement sink in with full force and effect. "If your husband gives you any trouble, or if you fail to cooperate tonight to the fullest, I promise you that prints of your activities with Warren Howard and Joel Betts will be distributed to every whorehouse and sex-film theater in the country, not to mention the ones here in town. You might also remind him of his lovely performance as my little poodle dog on the stairs."
There was another pause. Then, finally, with a helpless tone of bitterness in her voice. "What time did you say?"
"Eight-thirty, and be prompt. My guests don't like to be kept waiting." Riva disconnected the phone abruptly. Again, she smiled. This would be a "party" to end all parties; something to be long remembered. She hoped her Master was pleased. She went to the Chapel to offer up further prayers.
Rena had no trouble breaking her date with her husband at all. "Mrs. Thayer absolutely insists, darling," she told him. "She says she has some people coming over who can help you in everything you want to do."
"But why only you?" he asked.
"I don't know. Maybe it's one of those 'hen parties'. She didn't say, but the guests could be all women wives of important men. Anyway, you're not invited."
"Okay, Ralph shrugged. "I'll go down to the Club and play some bridge. Try not to be late." He went to her and pulled her close. He was finally beginning to enjoy his wife's body to the fullest. His timidity had vanished and he had no compunctions about feeling her up and exciting her sexually, even in broad daylight.
By the time Rena arrived at Mrs. Thayer's she was just a shade "loaded" from the two martinis Ralph had mixed before dinner. She had merely pecked at her food; too excited with anticipation and wondering what Mrs. Thayer had in mind for the evening. She was reasonably sure that it would be sexual. She hoped that it wouldn't be Warren Howard again, but deep inside she knew it would.
She presented herself at exactly 8:29 p.m. and rang the door chime. Mrs. Ross admitted her and without a word beckoned her up the stairs to the bedroom of mirrors.
"Mrs. Thayer says you should get undressed, take a shower and wait."
"For whom-uh-what?"
"I merely follow instructions, Mrs. Doyle, the same as you do," Mrs. Ross told her as she went out and closed the door.
Rena heaved a large sigh, began undressing and finally decided to soak herself in the large, ebony bath tub. There was something very sexy about a black bath tub and she enjoyed it fully. As she immersed herself in the bubbles she found herself fingering her cunt. Well, she thought, Warren isn't that bad, if you don't look at him. She continued to soak as Howard arrived downstairs.
Mrs. Ross ushered him into the living room where Riva was waiting with a drink. He took it.
"What's in it, besides bourbon?" he asked.
"Nothing," Riva replied. "And that's the truth. I swear it on the Horns."
"On the what?"
"Never mind. You wouldn't understand."
Warren took a sip and frowned. "Well I want something in it, see? Haven't--haven't you got something that'll give me more staying power? You know what I mean?"
"Of course I have, dear Warren. Give me your glass." She took the tumbler, went behind the bar and unlocked a secret door. Inside were vials, bottles and small packets of powders. She selected one with great care, emptied it into Warren's glass and returned to him.
"You'll stay hard for a week with this, dear Warren, although why you feel the need for her I really don't know. You're quite sufficient without any potions," she smiled sexily. "Yeah? You dig my action, huh?"
"The most," she replied, going along with his attempt at mod talk. It disgusted her. Why couldn't people speak their language with grace and polish, like in the old days? She didn't mind the obscenities. Those words have been with us since man became "civilized." Fuck. Shit. Cunt. Ass. Cocksucker. Cuntlapper, as well as the minor curse words: Goddamit. Sonofabitch. Bastard. There was one word Riva never used: "Hell". It was absolutely taboo and forbidden to all witches and the disciples of His Most Satanic Majesty. One simply didn't take the name of one's eventual "home" in vain.
Warren slurped at his drink, paused and waited for it to settle down and hit bottom. He evidently expected some kind of reaction. When he felt nothing but the warm effect of the liquor he looked up at her questioningly.
"I don't feel nothin', " he pouted.
"You will my dear. You will. Give it time."
"Is she here?"
"Upstairs, waiting for you."
"My boys oughta be showin' up in about an hour. See that they're entertained while I'm busy. I suppose you got an intercom in the bedroom?" he inquired.
"There's one in every room in the house more than one in some. For example, Warren dear, every word you've said since you came in has been carefully recorded on tape. Every word you've ever uttered in this house is on tape."
Warren sipped at his drink again and shook his head. "What a bitch!"
"I've told you before," she said, "you're almost right, but not quite."
"And I guess the cameras will be rolling during our little party?" he stated again, not really a question. "Of course. You don't think I'd let an opportunity like this slip by," Riva murmured softly. 'He' wouldn't like it."
"Who?"
"The only onethe only thing in this world I love and enjoy more than you, lover."
"I'm jealous."
"Don't be. Given enough time you'll be a fairly good imitation of Him."
"like to meet him someday," Warren stood up and gulped the last of his drink.
"I don't think that's possible for you in this life. But I'll ask."
Warren held his empty glass out empty except for the ice cubes.
"Sure you need another? That one was pretty powerful."
"Well, just a little more bourbon. And give me the bottle."
"You'll find one in the nightstand beside the bed," Riva told him.
"Okay. I think I'll go up and get started."
"Why not?"
She moved to a concealed microphone on the mantelpiece as Warren slowly climbed the stairs. The bitch was right. He didn't need too much more liquor or anything else. As he put one foot above the other he had to adjust his cock. It was getting harder and harder and larger than he had ever felt it before and that was saying something!
Riva spoke sharply into the intercom. "More guests will be arriving soon. Be ready for them."
"Yes, Ma'am," Mrs. Ross replied with as much subservience as she could manage. Soon. Soon, she thought. It will be my turn.
Warren entered the bedroom unceremoniously. Rena was still in the tub. "Hey?" he shouted. "I'm in here," Rena answered.
He went into the bathroom and found her immersed beneath thousands of tiny bubbles. "Okay," he grunted, "you're clean enough. Get out!"
"Wouldn't you rather get in here with me?" Rena smiled her most provocative smile.
"Whatdya think? I ain't clean enough for ya?"
"Not at all. I just thought it might be fun to make love in the bathtub."
"Under all those bubbles?" he snorted. "I'll pull the plug."
And with that, she did. The water drained slowly, and with it the churning bubble bath. Little by little Rena's lovely body became more and more exposed. Warren's prick swelled to full proportions and this time he wouldn't explode so soon, thanks to Mrs. Thayer's potion. He stood and watched until Rena was fully exposed in the tub. She smiled up at him and rolled her body around suggestively.
"Don't move," he said, "I'll be right back."
He went into the bedroom, found the bottle of bourbon in the bottom section of the end table, poured a stiff drink to match his expanded cock, undressed as quickly as possible and went back into the bathroom. Rena was still lying in the tub, her eyes closed, relaxed and enjoying the effects of her warm bath. "Get up!" Warren ordered. "I like it better in the shower." Rena opened her eyes, looked once again at the man's elephantine organ, shrugged and raised herself in the tub.
God, she was gorgeous, Warren thought. What a young tender piece of ass. He opened the shower door, went inside and turned on the water taps. He adjusted them until the flow was tepid. Rena stood outside. He grabbed her hand and pulled her in with him under the spraying faucet. "Okay, cunt," wash my back. Wash me good all over."
The girl obediently took the cake of soap, worked it up into a lather and began soaping the large, hairy body from top to bottom. She got down on her knees to reach his legs and ankles. He looked at her and grinned as he let the water play over his face.
"That's the way I like you, you fucking cunt down on your knees. Now lick it all off."
Rena tried to use as much of the cascading water as possible to prevent too much soap from getting into her mouth. Even so, much of it ran into her mouth and coated her tongue. Still she went licking and sucking. She began at his toes and the soles of his feet and lapped every inch of his flesh. She worked her way up to his cock and began sucking at it. He stopped her suddenly.
"Naw! You soap it with your hands and lick me back there. That feels good."
Rena obediently began massaging his prick with both hands, pressing the head and the shaft between her palms. She was literally fucking him with her hands. At the same time she lapped at his buttocks, tickled his anal gland with her tongue and pressed her face in close to her nose and cheeks.
"Good. Good, baby. You're gonna make a real good whore."
For a moment Rena's heart missed a beat. She wondered what the man meant, then finally decided that it was just a figure of speech and went on massaging and sucking.
"Okay," Warren said finally. "Get ready, I'm turnin' on the cold." With that he switched off all the hot water and blasted them both with an icy shower. Rena shivered as the pin-pricking cold water engulfed her. Goose pimples broke out all over her body and she stopped her ministrations for the moment.
"Keep suckin' cunt," Warren ordered roughly. I'll tell ya when to stop."
She forced herself to continue swirling her tongue into his buttocks and tried not to shiver. At long last he turned the water off and stepped out of the shower leaving her squatting on her knees. "Okay. You can dry me now."
Rena got up, stepped out and went to the towel rack. She took a large fluffy towel and started rubbing the big man.
"Who said anything about a towel? With your tongue, bitch. With your mouth."
Rena's mouth dropped open as she gasped for control. God! What other humiliations would the man think of before he took her normally.
There was nothing the girl could do. She dare not refuse anything that man asked of her. Obediently, as the man spread his legs and stood dripping on the bathroom rug, Rena again got down on her hands and knees and began drying his body with her tongue, she lapped and sucked every drop of water off his body, using her mouth and tongue as a towel. She avoided his naked genitals as she sucked up the liquid, locking at his hairy, thick legs, his stomach and his back. He was almost dry and she was about to stop.
"You ain't done the best parts," he snorted.
Down she went again and began sucking at his cock, licking the water from it and teasing the head with long strokes of her tongue.
"Feels good," he grunted again. "Dry it all off and feel me up back there again."
She slowly worked her way around his swaying testicles, under his thighs and to his buttocks. Rena didn't dare offend him or disobey his instructions. Why? Why, oh why did Ralph have to be ambitious, run for Mayor; get himself involved with Mrs. Thayer? She and Ralph could have had such a happy life together. Now it was ruined.
As her thoughts tormented her she began tonguing him as he had instructed. "Stick it in real good, doll," he told her. "Make it stiff and hard."
Rena stiffened her tongue as much as she possible could and pressed it into him. He rolled his hips and pressed the cheeks of his buttocks against her face. Her head moved back against the side of the shower and he forced his backside into her mouth with greater strength.
"Now play with my cock and balls again." She reached out her hands, took his great rod in her hands and began rubbing it. She dropped one hand from time to time and teased the testicles.
Warren continued rolling his ass from side to side. He was as hot and ready as he could ever remember but not nearly to the cumming point. Abruptly and suddenly he left the shower and went into the bedroom. He lit a cigarette and sat down on a large, easy chair.
"Come're!" he ordered.
Rena followed him and in spite of her revulsions at her hopeless position, felt herself getting passionate as she looked at his large cock extending over the chair. "Sit down on it!" Warren ordered again.
She sat on his lap and obediently began forcing the organ up into her vagina, tiny tears of shame and humiliation trickling down her cheeks. But, the animal-like man could have cared less about her feelings. He had only one thought. Use her! Humiliate her as much as possible and make her ready for "his boys." They should be arriving by now. He glanced at his wrist watch. He was right. At that very moment, two of Warren's henchmen had rung the door chime. Mrs. Ross admitted them, ushered them into the den and gave them drinks as upstairs Warren mercilessly pushed his cock into Rena's tight, involuntarily clenching pussy.
"Screw it, bitch! Tell me how much you love it."
Rena pressed her cunt down and into herself as hard as she could. It rubbed and irritated the vagina walls like sandpaper but she hardly dare open her mouth. She let out a small moan: "Aaauuugh!"
"It's good, huh?" Warren grabbed her head, pulled it back and kissed her lewdly with an open mouth, probing her throat with his tongue. "Tell me how good it is," he grunted as his mouth and tongue found hers.
"It it's good," Rena managed to say as she fought to free her mouth from his thick lips and probing tongue.
"Talk to me sweets," Warren prodded her further and reamed his prick into her cunt."
"Wha what do you want me to say?" Rena forced the words between her cheeks.
"Say what whores say. Tell me you want my prick in your cunt."
"I I want your prick in my cunt."
"Tell me how good it is!" She moaned at him, too frightened not to do his every bidding.
Warren was really fucking her now and her juices had began to flow. In spite of herself she found that she was enjoying that tremendous cock deep inside her belly. She began moving her ass in time to his thrusts. She needed little urging, but he wanted to hear the sweet young thing verbalize obscene and lewd words."
"Tell me to fuck you."
"Fuck me."
"Beg me for it." he urged. He loved to hear his women degrade themselves with words as well as deeds. "Please," Rena sobbed, tears beginning to flow from her eyes. "Please fuck me."
Warren's organ began getting to her. She felt its hard fleshy shaft tickling her clitoris. She was getting hot and ready to cum. She began begging in earnest.
"Oh, God, yes. Fuck me. Please fuck me. I-I'm cumming. Oooooh. I'm cumming." And cum she did! She exploded her juices all over Warren's hard driving prick as she sat on it and screwed herself into the shaft.
"Good?"
"Yes. Good."
"I ain't cum yet. You got yours all over my prick?"
"Oh yes. Yes. It was good."
"Suck it off," he told her. "What?"
"You heard me. Go down on it now and suck your cum. Clean it up. I don't like no dirty whore fucking up my cock."
It was the third time he had called her a whore. She again had a moment of fear despite the enjoyment she had felt from having the huge throbbing penis inside her belly. Nevertheless, she withdrew from his prick, dropped to her knees again and began kissing his wet shaft, moist from her own cum. She was surprised that it did not nauseate her or taste badly. She rather enjoyed it as she teased the member with her mouth and lips. It remained as hard and erected as before. Mrs. Thayer's potion had seen to that.
"That's fine fine," Warren grunted again as he watched the proud little blonde bitch suck at his cock. He enjoyed watching women suck and eat their own cum almost as much as he enjoyed cumming in their mouths. It was somehow humiliating to make them suck themselves.
"That's good, baby. You're okay. Now, you take care of my boys and I'll take care of you."
"Your--your boys?" Rena managed to get out in her confused state of mind.
"Yeah. They oughta be gettin' here along about now. Why don't you wash off a little. I don't want 'em gettin' no wet dick."
Rena stood up defiantly. Even totally nude she managed a degree of imperious dignity. "I won't do it," she screamed. "I won't! I won't!"
"Oh, I think you will," Warren replied patiently and rather soft for him. "You do whatever you're told or you and your husband'll be rode outta town on a rail, and you know it."
Rena ran into the bathroom and licked the door. She tried to scrub herself and her thoughts clean but it was no use. She had been used and debased beyond endurance, and now she was going to be humiliated still further. She couldn't stand it. She simply couldn't.. .
Warren paid no attention to her. He dressed carefully and went down stairs. The den was almost totally dark. All of his five "boys" had arrived and were being entertained by Riva and Mrs. Ross with drinks and stag movies.
Riva was not showing the ones of Rena and Ralph. She had a large collection and had chosen the ones calculated to excite the men the most.
One depicted a large boxer dog licking a beautiful girl's cunt. Then the dog tried to fuck the girl. He moved his penis back and forth, trying to get in dog fashion but never quite made it. It was funny to see the dog's prick move in and out in mid-air, never making contact with the girl's cunt. Warren's henchmen found it all very amusing. They were laughing and nudging each other as Warren came in. They stopped quickly, almost on cue, as the boss stood in the doorway.
"It's okay fellas," he said. "Have fun. That's why you're here. I want you should enjoy yourselves."
He went to the bar and poured another drink. "Everybody got everything they need?"
There was a chorus of assents. "Good. Put on another movie, doll," he ordered Riva. Mrs. Ross went to the projector and threaded up a thing called, "Greenwich Village Ball." It showed two couples in all forms of intercourse. Men and women fucking, women and women sucking each other, men sucking each other, men fucking each other in the ass, then their women; trading off; almost every sex act one could imagine.
The best scene was when one of the women after sucking her male partner to orgasm, took it, went to her female partner and slowly kissed the other's girl mouth. The second girl went "Yum-yum," and swallowed.
By the time the second film was finished, every man in the room had a hard-on that wouldn't quit.
Warren took over as master of ceremonies. "Okay guys. I promised you a party tonight and Warren Howard always keeps his word.
"Yeah, boss," came a chorus of replies.
Now fellas, upstairs is one of the most beautiful broads you guys ever laid eyes on. That sentence could be too long," he giggled. "Maybe I shoulda said, 'ever laid'. " The "boys" again laughed appreciatively.
"Now there's only one catch, fellas." There was a sudden silence.
"You can't take her one at a time. That would cause problems like who's on first?"
The laughter resumed as the "boys" relaxed. "So," Warren continued, "it's gonna be a gang fuck."
There was an intake of breath as the "boys" contemplated the idea.
"Now there ain't gonna be no fightin' and no rough-house. This broad'll do anything you want her to do. She may not like it, but she'll do it. She don't dare not to, thanks to our good friend here, Mrs. Thayer.
The "boys" nodded in Rivas' direction. So, take your drinks--there's more upstairs, and play cards for who does what first, unless you can agree without gambling for first crack at her cunt or her behind. Okay?"
"Yeah, Boss," came another chorus of agreement. The men left and went upstairs. Warren turned to Riva who was in the process of mixing a drink.
"Get the guy over here."
"What guy?"
"Her husband the Mayor."
"Over here?"
"Yeah. I wanna see his face while his wife gets it every way but loose."
Riva hesitated. She had an uneasy feeling that the whole party was getting a little out of hand. She didn't like the idea of having so many "hoods" in her home and she was a little afraid that Rena might resist such humiliation, even to save her husband's reputation and her own.
"But Warren.. . "she started to protest.
"I said 'get him'! " the man repeated roughly.
"I I don't know where he is. Rena said he went out."
"Then ask her."
"All right. All right, Warren, take it easy."
She went upstairs to find Warren's "boys" ready to break down the door to the bathroom where Rena had locked herself in.
"Stop it!" she shouted. "Now you men act like human beings or I'll have Warren throw you all out."
The human animals stopped pounding and kicking at the bathroom door and stood back as Riva went to it.
"Rena? Rena unlock the door and come out."
She waited for a moment and listened. All she heard was low moans and sobs.
"If you don't, I promise you that my movies of you and Ralph will be shown in every theatre in the country. Not only that I have some lovely stills of you and Warren and of Ralph and me. We have nothing to lose by publishing them. I know at least five underground magazines and newspapers that will pay handsomely for them. Now, unlock the door and come out."
There was another short pause, then the key turned and the door opened. Rena stood framed in the doorway completely naked, her head bowed; thoroughly defeated and humiliated young woman.
"Where's Ralph?" Riva asked.
"At his club."
"Which Club?"
Rena gave her the name, her head still bowed. She didn't even dare look up but she was aware that there were several men staring at her nakedness. "Phone number?"
"357-6659."
"Thank you," Riva said with a mocking nod. "Okay boys, she's all yours."
Riva left the room, went to the phone in the hall and put in a call to Ralph. It took a moment to get him away from his Bridge game. When he finally answered, Riva's voice was cold as steel, hard and firm. "Red, this is Mrs. Thayer. I'd advise you to get over here right away unless you want a full-fledged scandal in the newspapers tomorrow morning."
"Why?" he asked. "What's going on?"
"You'll see when you get here. And make it fast!" She hung up without so much as a goodbye.
Upstairs, Rena continued to stand in between the doorway of the bath and the bedroom. Behind the walls, Mrs. Ross had all cameras grinding away at top speed. It took "the boys" several moments to take in the full, young beauty of Rena. Then, silently and without a word, they began divesting themselves of their clothes. When they were nude, "Guy," Warren's first in command, snapped at Rena. "Okay, bitch, on the bed."
Rena walked slowly to the bed and lay down. She only hoped they wouldn't be too rough on her. She spread her legs and prepared to receive whoever decided to go first.
"Lessee now," Guy thought aloud, "one can take her in front, one in the ass, one fucks her mouth, one rubs her tits with his prick," he paused and considered the fifth member of the firm. "You like pricks, sonny boy. Why don't you go down on some of us. Then if you're a real good boy, well let you fuck her."
Rena, the words suddenly registering in her hazy mind, leaped up from the bed in a frenzy.
"Noooooo!" She screamed. "Not that way. Not all at once."
"Grab her!" Guy ordered as she tried to retreat into the bathroom again.
The four men pounced upon her, spread-eagled her on the bed and began tying her hands and feet with their belt buckles, spreading them apart until she was literally in a crucified position. She could move and be turned over but she was helpless to defend herself against the men's onslaughts and whatever their lewd minds could dream up to do to her. One climbed completely on top of her face, buried his prick in her face and nose, rubbing his cock over her lips and forcing it between them.
Suddenly Rena opened her mouth wide, took the organ in it and bit down with all her strength.
"Owwww!" the man let out a yell and whacked her across her face with a blow that left a red welt on her lovely cheek.
Guy restrained his henchman from hitting her again. He bent down and hissed into Rena's ear. "You try anything like that again you fucking cunt and you won't live to see tomorrow."
Great tears swelled up in Rena's eyes as she allowed her mouth to be forced open and used. This time she played with the big prick and teased it with her tongue. An old joke entered her mind for no reason at all. "If rape is inevitable," the joke went, "relax and enjoy it."
As she sucked the man's penis she felt a second man shoving another prick into her cunt. A third pair of hands lifted her ass and rolled it over until she was on her side. Then, with no preparation at all, still a third cock began teasing her tight, resisting rectum; first one knuckle then another. She began to lubricate inside in spite of herself; her buttocks were wet with it and she hardly felt the prick as it reamed into her shoved itself up to its hilt. She was red hot as she sucked, fucked and was, in turn, reamed in her tightly clenching rectum. Still another man climbed aboard and had buried his prick between her breasts. He pressed them close together, sawed it back and forth and suddenly spurted his thick sperm all over her chest and partly on her chin and face.
Almost at the same time, the man with his prick in her mouth busted his load. It almost choked her as she fought to spit it out. He lamped his fingers over her nose and forced her to swallow.
"Auuuuugh, God!" Rena moaned as the two other men continued fucking her from front and back.
The final member of the group was alternately licking and kissing the men who were fucking and reaming the girl. He moved from one pair of buttocks to the other, moistening his tongue as he urged them to greater efforts.
Downstairs, the door chimed. Warren swayed drunkenly to it. "I'll get it." He opened the door to find a hatless, coatless Mayor Doyle wide-eyed and frantic.
"What's going on here?" Where's my wife? Where's Rena?"
"She's being well taken care of, Buddy," Warren spoke softly and insinuatingly. "Follow me." Riva tried to restrain him. "Warren--don't!"
"Whatdya mean, don't? I wanna see this cocksucker watch his wife wid my boys." With that he led Ralph up the stairs and into the bedroom of mirrors.
When the men entered, Rena was in the throes of another orgasm. How could she help herself? One man was tonguing her buttocks, the other had his prick buried deep in her vagina. The third who had just cum in her mouth and the fourth who had spurted on her tits were both trying to get their pricks into her mouth at the same time.
"Kiss mine, baby. Suck it!"
"Mine first," the other one ordered.
Ralph did his best to concentrate on his work. He kept his appointments, met with committees and went through the motions of being "The Mayor."
At two o'clock, his secretary delivered a note, heavily sealed with scotch tape in addition to the natural envelope adhesive. It was addressed to him and he recognized Rena's handwriting.
It said: "Dear Ralph, I'm sorry for everything. I can't stand this any longer. Please forget me and do not try to find me. It will only result in more trouble for you and humiliation for me. I love you." It was signed: "Rena."
Doyle rose from his desk. His immediate impulse was to search the entire town the whole world if necessary--and bring her back. In spite of everything, he still loved Rena and wanted her back; safe, and at home with him.
Just as he went to the door to inform his secretary that he was leaving, the girl herself entered. "There's a gentleman who insists on seeing you at once, sir," she said. "He said that it is very important urgent and that it concerns your wife."
Ralph went back to his desk, tried to assume a normal attitude and straightened his tie. "Show him in."
"She can take 'em both at once," the first man said. Together they forced both pricks into her mouth, first one then the other, and Rena licked and prayed that it would soon be over.
Warren leered at Ralph who merely stood, muted, stunned and shocked at what was being done to his wife. "My God! Rena!" he finally managed to get out and ran toward the bed. Warren restrained him.
"Easy, Old Buddy. I just want you should watch. But don't get no wild ideas or we'll tie you up too. Roxie here would just love to have a crack at your ass. Or should I say, have a go at your crack?"
Ralph stood back and miserably watched his wife being humiliated and used like the commonest of wretched whores. Most whores wouldn't even have stood for it, but she was helpless. Pinioned and spread-eagled physically; completely beaten mentally, she just lay there and let them use her as they would.
Both men worked themselves up into a frenzy and managed to cum at the same time. One jerked his prick a final time and splashed his hot, burning semen deep up into her helpless rectum. Almost at the same moment, the other came like a firing canon deep up in her cunt. The combination bumming was too much for the girl. She jerked her buttocks and vagina back and forth, skewered and impaled on two cocks and she, again, had an orgasm such as she had never before experienced. Ralph turned away and buried his face in his hands.
"Okay shit-face," Warren ordered him. "Get out!"
Ralph was only too glad to leave the room. He ran, half-stumbled and fell down the stairway. Riva was waiting at the bottom. "Just forget it, Red," she said. "It won't be so bad tomorrow."
Ralph fled from the vile house and drove around aimlessly until it was dawn. Then he went to his office, made some coffee, shaved with his electric razor and tried to assume a proper appearance for his appointments.
Warren's boys finally had their fill of Rena and in the wee hours of the morning finally left her spread obscenely out on the bed, her naked body completely covered with the lewd dregs of their expended passion.
Mrs. Ross had every vile, lewd act recorded on film and sound tape. Even she had become excited by what she had witnessed. She shut off the cameras and recorders and fell into bed, exhausted from what she had seen.
Warren's boys left after thanking the Boss profusely for a lovely evening. Warren remained long enough to give Riva some instructions.
"Send her to the Commodore Hotel when she wakes up and well make a little money outta that tight lil pussy."
"Warren, you can't do this," Riva protested.
"Don't tell me what I can or cannot do. I do anything I dammed well please in this town. And don't you give me no lip if you want to stay healthy."
With that, he too left, leaving Riva with her thoughts.
The girl stepped back and admitted a tall, extremely handsome, blond, Nordic man. He might have been in his forties--maybe fifties. It was difficult to tell.
"How do you do Mr. Mayor," he spoke with a charming Scandinavian accent. "My name is Jorg Jensen.
"Yes, Mr. Jensen, what can I do for you?"
"Nothing, sir. Nothing. I have come to do something for you."
"Oh, You--you said it had something to do with Rena my wife."
"So, it does. Where is she?"
"II don't know." Ralph had great difficulty maintaining control. He was about to break into tears. He picked up Rena's note and handed it to Mr. Jensen. The man read it quickly, smiled and nodded.
"Don't worry, Mr. Doyle. I will put a stop to all of this and see to it that your wife is returned to you safely.
"How?"
"You must leave that to me. I am afraid I can give you no real answers or anything definite. But, be assured, your wife will come back to you and all will be well."
"My God, if you can do that I'll pay anything--anything I can manage to raise. I I'm not a rich man but.. . "
"Money is not involved here," Jensen interrupted. "There is something much more important to be done. And now, if you'll excuse me.
Jorg Jensen left the office, but not without a final instruction. "You are to do nothing--absolutely nothing. Go home, take a drink and try to relax. I will attend to all the details."
Ralph sat at his desk for a long moment. Who in hell was this Jorg Jensen? Could he trust him? Was he part of the diabolic mess he and Rena had gotten themselves and the whole town into?
He finally decided to take the man's advice and go home. He was worn out anyway, physically and mentally. He got into his car, drove home slowly, took a drink and a sleeping pill and soon was fast in the arms of Morpheus.
He might not have slept so peacefully had he known what further tortures and humiliations Rena was undergoing. After her ordeal, Riva had made her bathe, dress and then had her chauffeur drive her to the Ambassador Hotel, per Warren's instructions.
The Ambassador Hotel, for all its imagine name, was a flea bag in the worst part of town; one of Warren's whorehouses. Warren had already informed his "caretaker" to expect a new tenant and to spread the word that some special, young cunt would be available.
Almost as soon as Rena arrived and was shown the cubicle that passed for a room, she had her first visitor; a rather timid man who didn't quite know how to take such a lovely young woman, although he had paid fifty dollars for the privilege. It was Rena, tired and weary as she was, who had to tease him into a hard-on and finally, after sucking him, excited the man into an orgasm. If she was going to be a whore, so be it. Anything to save Ralph. She only hoped she would prove to be a good whore and that Warren and Mrs. Thayer wouldn't be angry with her and make trouble for her husband.
While Rena was "entertaining" her first client, Jorg Jensen had gone to Mrs. Thayer's house. The moment Mrs. Ross opened the door and looked deep into his eyes, she knew that her prayers had been answered. Here was a Witch of the highest order; neither she nor Riva were a match for this man. He was one of the Devil's right hands. Mrs. Ross could hardly wait to welcome him into the house and call for Mrs. Thayer. As soon as she had performed her duties she went to the Chapel to offer up her thanks to His Most Satanic Majesty.
Mrs. Thayer, too, blanched a deep purple when she saw Jorg Jensen. One witch can always tell another; always knows another.
"Toto what am I indebted for the honor of this visit?" she began tentatively.
"You have displeased our Master in many ways and too many times," Jorg told her. "We have our code of ethics also you know."
"I know. But I thought.. . "
"First of all," Jorg interrupted, "you should have prepared Mrs. Ross for her transformation several years ago."
"I meant to, but.. . "
"You were jealous of her and enjoying yourself by playing 'God'", Jorg told her.
"Secondly," Jorg continued, "His Most Satanic Majesty feels that you have gone far too far with Mayor Doyle and his wife. You will turn the entire community against Him and His pursuit of new souls will be made that much more difficult. A scandal such as you propose and threaten would merely turn the people back to the Church. You should know by now that this kind of thing always results into a return to Christian religion and principles. We cannot have this. Accordingly, you will be punished."
Riva's body suddenly grew cold with fear and hot with burning heat at the same time; not the heat of passion but with the fires of Hell.
"What--what are you going to do to me?"
"The punishment is prescribed." Jorg took out a black book and carefully turned the pages. "For insubordination and failure to conduct yourself as properly befits a first-class witch in his Most Satanic Majesty's realm, you are to be raped by seven devils, goblins and gnomes."
"No, please!" Riva fell to her knees.
"It will result in a pregnancy from which our Master will claim a new son."
"Then then He is not totally displeased with me?"
"As a Witch, yes, as a potential vessel to serve His ends, no. You will now retire to the Chapel, repeat your Catechism, disrobe, and prepare for your ordeal by fire."
Jorg Jensen rose, placed his smart, black homburg on his head, and without another word, left the house.
Riva shook her head and started wearily to the Chapel. She dared not even call upon Mrs. Ross for help. The old woman had been watching the entire proceedings and chuckling to herself. "At least," she murmured. "At last!"
Riva entered the Chapel, divested herself of every stitch of clothing, knelt, kissed the foot of the Altar and lay herself down prone upon the steps leading up to the idol of the Devil. She closed her eyes and almost at once went into a deep trance.
From out of nowhere from the walls, the floors, the ceiling, appeared a group of the most weird, fantastic assortment of depraved figures ever conjured up by the mind of man or the Devil. One by one; two by two; eventually in combinations of threes and fours, they hovered over her, teasing her breasts, her stomach, her buttocks and helpless cunt. They took turns fucking her. Riva came and came and came until she was crying for mercy. She could not stand the half-pain, half-ecstasy any longer. She literally screamed to be let alone.
Finally, it was done. She had been impregnated with the Devil's own brew of sperm. She could already feel a vague stirring deep in her belly. Soon she would give birth to another Witch a son-devil who would carry on the work of debasing mankind and enrolling souls in the Devil's army.
When she finally found the power to move she returned to the bedroom. She wanted to take a shower and wash the filth from her body. She started into the bathroom and caught sight of herself in the mirrors. She was beginning to age. There were now lines in her face. Her breasts had begun to sag; wrinkles appeared on her forehead and the once slim, firm stomach and waist had begun to fill out and crinkle.
"Oh, God!" was all she could think of to say. But it was no use appealing to God. Her God had willed it this way and that was the way it was to be.
In her upstairs servant quarters, the exact opposite effect was being to take place on the body and in the face of Mrs. Ross. As she looked at herself she felt new life, new blood surging through her entire being. Her face became firm, soft and beautiful. Her pitifully sagging breasts filled out, became firm and blossomed forth in all splendor. She was becoming young again. Her wishes, her prayers and her dedication were finally being answered.
Within the hour the two women had changed places. Mrs. Thayer emerged from the bathroom an old hag. Mrs. Ross was a gorgeous woman who looked not over twenty-five. She descended the stairs to the bedroom of mirrors and found an old crone sitting at a dressing table, unable to believe the image that stared back.
"You may lay out my clothes now, Mrs. Thayer," she ordered. I will be leaving town tonight. Pack everything that I will need and put the rest into storage. You know what to do. You have been given your instructions."
Mrs. Thayer merely nodded and whispered, "Yes, Ma'am."
Ralph continued sitting and waiting. He dared not move from his chair and had given orders that he would accept no calls except from a Mr. Jensen. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the call came. "Mr. Mayor?" the soft voice began. "Yes. Yes, sir." Doyle answered eagerly.
"You will find your wife in room 216 of the Ambassador Hotel. I suggest that you take a contingent of your Vice Squad and go there immediately."
"But Mrs. Thayer--Warren Howard?"
"Mrs. Thayer has been dispos.. . uh--taken care of. You will find Mr. Howard in room 419. Evidence to convict him on narcotics, prostitution and gambling activities will be found in a wall safe in the room. It is hidden behind a picture of.. . "there was a slight repugnant pause.. . "the Virgin Mary."
"How-how can I ever thank you?"
"Oh, there will come a day," Jorg replied with a smile. "You'll hear from me."
The connection was broken. Mayor Doyle wasted no time carrying out his instructions. He and his squad arrived at the Ambassador within minutes. When he identified himself and demanded admittance into Rooms 216 and 419 the clerk on duty turned several shades of red, pink, blue and purple and tried to run from the premises. Some of Doyle's officers stopped him half way out the door.
Ralph banged on the door of Room 216 while the rest of his men broke their way into 419. Rena screamed when she saw him. She was fucking a dwarf. The unfortunate small monster had a prick as big and longer than Warren's and was straddling her face, dangling it in her hair, between her breasts and tickling the head of it on her lips. Ralph leaped on the deformed little man, yanked him off Rena and threw him into the waiting arms of his vice squad. Then he went to the bed, took Rena into his arms and embraced her tenderly.
"My darling, my darling," he rocked her back and forth and pressed her close. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
Rena couldn't hold back her tears. They were tears of joy as well as hysterical.
"It's all right, Rena. It's all right now," Ralph soothed her. "Get dressed darling. We're going home."
True to Jensen's word, all the evidence needed to put Warren Howard and "his boys" away for good, long sentences was found in the wall safe in room 419.
Unfortunately, when the Mayor and his squad raided Mrs. Thayer's mansion the following morning they found nothing. All the mirrors were stripped from the walls; the camera equipment had been removed. In fact, the home resembled a haunted house more than anything else. Except, of course, there aren't any such things as "haunted houses."
What happened to Mrs. Thayer and Mrs. Ross? Well, they're operating in another city now. Their roles are changed but their modus operandi remains the same. Why should it change? The Devil has been using it for centuries and it never fails.
What city?
I'm really not quite sure. It could be the one you live in. What do you think?