Chapter 5
The single obsessed thought that spun in Laura's mind and obscured even her profound hot shame when she realized the magnitude of her depravity in the past few hours became a wedge that fired her courage.
She had to escape this place, get away at once from these cunning perverts, no matter where she went. Even the sordid hotel she'd fled from in panic seemed like a haven of sanity now. There was something deeply lewd and evil in the strange, hypnotic woman who now caressed her body with subtle passionate fingers while she watched Laura with her twisted smile, and murmured threats. And even as Laura defied her, her soft, silken body trembled in response with its own savage will, melting slavishly beneath Virginia's lascivious, dancing fingertips.
"I'll call the police," Laura insisted shrilly, "and even if they put me in jail too, I'll be safe from you. You can't keep me a prisoner here."
Smiling casually, the creamy-skinned woman grasped one of Laura's softened nipples in and rolled it between her fingers to make it tingle and throb.
"You can go anytime, Laura," she chuckled, "but first I think you ought to take a look at my photo collection." She held her hand out and Bob brought her a huge stack of polaroids, at least three dozen pictures. One at a time, Virginia held them up before the blonde's shocked eyes, talking calmly!...." And there you are eating my pussy like a starving wolf, with your little pink tongue hanging out. No one can look at that expression on your face and think you were forced into it, Laura. And here we have you, in a very artistic shot by Bob-beautiful angle, Bob-with your tongue clearly up my asshole. Notice how almost every shot concentrates on your facial expression, honey, although I confess my cunt is very photogenic, too. And there we both are, sucking each other off like rabid puppies-Gee, your ass is cute. Now look at this beauty: You're trying to swallow Bob's entire prick, and from that look of rapture on your face, who would believe you were raped? You look like you've been fucked in the mouth since you were six from the way you're kissing and sucking his balls in this one. And look at your hand grip his tool! Your knuckles are white from the pressure...."
Laura gazed at the vivid color photographs in growing horror. She'd forgotten about the camera, had attached no importance to it at the time but now she realized the depth of their cunning. And an intense, eerie excitement was gripping her as she saw herself obscenely licking Virginia's shiny pink vagina, the woman's tapered creamy legs folded up high with her feet resting on Laura's shoulders. As she drank in each picture that Virginia held up for ten seconds, Laura felt that the beautiful, tawny blonde with her face greedily locked to another beautiful woman's milky thighs couldn't possibly be herself, and certainly the girl whose features were exactly hers but who was sucking a thick red penis with such obvious frantic joy had to be someone else. Her thoughts desperately darted for an escape from the wildly obscene reality of the pictures all the while she gazed at them in pure fascination. And with an added shock, the innocent blonde realized that each scene triggered an instant association in her blood. Again she could feel the fragrant hot juice of Virginia's grinding pussy in her mouth, the pungent but exciting flavor of her burning anus, the soft fleshiness of her swollen nipples and heavy breasts, and in turn the delicious bliss of Virginia's long hot tongue probing her own tender slit and asshole, the bursting power of Bob's swollen cock vibrating in her mouth and his searing cum flooding her gulping throat in a baptism of fire.
She'd never even seen a lewd picture before, but to see herself in all her naked beauty and obscenity performing the most forbidden of lustful acts filled her with an overwhelming shame and, prodding her confusion to the point of near-hysteria, the strangest excitement of her life.
"Now what would you say," Virginia murmured after handing the last picture to Bob, who was growing semi-erect as he studied them in turn and recalled the fiery suction of Laura's mouth, "if I told you that I would put these pictures on the market and make you famous to every swinger in the country?"
Laura struggled against the dread rising in her stomach, but she clung to her decision shakily, thinking that if she could somehow get back to her parents' farm, to the warm isolated security of their house the pictures couldn't touch her there.
"I don't care," she blurted out, "I'm leaving tonight. Both of you may as well get out of my room because I want to pack."
"Spunky little bitch," Bob said as he slipped on his pants. Now that Virginia was down to strict business, he could forget about trying to get at the girl's pussy, although there would be no harm in fondling her. He sat on the bed behind Laura, stroking her ripely curved buttocks while Virginia unleashed her bombshell.
"All right," Virginia sighed, caressing one of Laura's silky mounds to make the girl shiver, "then you're free to leave, honey. Except for one thing...."
For a moment Laura's heart leaped with hope, but as she watched Virginia's sly, sensual face she realized they were toying with her again, that some devastating threat was coming next. Nor could she, even in her shame and crushed pride, deny the waves of excitement rippling through her naked body as both her tormentors kept a constant pressure of lecherous teasing on her breasts and thighs and ass with their relentless fingers.
"What?" Laura whispered frantically.
"I was just wondering what your mom and dad might think of these pictures, honey. I have their address, you know. Of course, I'd send a concerned letter along with the snapshots, explaining how I tried to protect you from this sort of thing...."
The words struck Laura like an electric jolt, and a flood of intense shame turned her skin bright pink. Tears stung her eyes, and she began to tremble with fear at the idea, horrified at the image of her parents opening the letter, their weathered faces registering bewilderment, then stunned shock and disbelief. But they could clearly see if was their daughter, that the pictures couldn't be faked, and their lives would become a meaningless horror after that. They loved Laura deeply, religiously, and had devoted their lives to bringing her up with strict moral virtue.
For a minute Laura's lips moved soundlessly, then stammered, "You wouldn't do that, Virginia-No one would!"
"I would," the sleek swinger said softly, and the hard light in her dark, lewd eyes told Laura unmistakably that she was capable of that, and far worse. The girl felt her heart sink with despair and revulsion as a rush of tears blinded her eyes, and for a minute she sobbed uncontrollably, her satiny breasts heaving with anguish. She felt Virginia's arms embrace her, crushing their naked bodies together but Laura was too emotionally exhausted after the long, wild night to even attempt to push her away.
"It's going to be all right," Virginia assured her smoothly, "I won't mail them the pictures, baby. Not if you do what I say. Do you understand?"
The words slowly filtered through to Laura's reeling mind, but for a few dangerous moments she felt her sanity teetering beneath the relentless assault on her emotions and helpless body. She had the vivid sensation she was being crushed in a vise of hot flesh and clawing fingers as Virginia held her tightly, pressing her huge breasts and soft belly to Laura's-and her moist crotch-while Bob, behind her, stroked and pinched the plump curves of her buttocks. She was inexorably trapped between her two corrupters, suffocating in their endless lust, her raw emotions pulverized by their bizarre sex-games and diabolical traps. The moment she survived one rape they pounced on her with another, more cruel attack, until her frenzied mind and shuddering body was on the verge of collapse.
For a few minutes everything seemed nightmarish and dark, until she felt another drink thrust in her hand, and she swallowed the burning liquid eagerly. At least Bob had stopped pawing her, while Virginia hovered over her on the bed with concern.
"You'll be all right now," Virginia told her. "You were raving gibberish for a few minutes ... Now about the pictures...."
"I'll do whatever you say," the girl whispered feverishly, "anything-But for God's sake, don't send them to my parents, anything but that, please...."
"Good," Virginia said with sudden crispness. "We'll give you a chance to earn them all back, honey. Interested?"
Hope flared wildly in Laura's blood and she nodded eagerly, believing Virginia in spite of her earlier treachery, grasping at any possible way out in her desperation. Her shredded emotions and wild, nerve-racking series of orgasms had reduced her to a whimpering slave.
"All you have to do," Virginia told her persuasively, "is to attend one party tomorrow night, one swinging little affair at Bob's apartment. Afterwards, you can have all the pictures back and you'll be free to leave okay?"
"That's all?" Laura asked, startled. She searched her roommate's face suspiciously, but her seducer reeked with sincerity and concern, even warmth.
"That's all, Laura. It won't be any wilder than our little party here tonight. You might even say this was a dry-or rather wet-run," she chuckled, fingering Laura's tawny thighs as she spoke. On the other side of the bed. Bob sat watching the cornered blonde through narrowed eyes.
"We're going to leave you now so you can get plenty of sleep," Virginia continued, "because you'll need all your energy for this group, believe me. The door will be unlocked if you want to run away, Laura. Just remember the consequences." She waved one of the pictures to emphasize her point, and Laura felt an icy stab of dread.
"I won't run away," she said quickly, "I swear it."
"See you tomorrow, then, Laura." Virginia leaned down and kissed her tenderly on the lips, a mocking gesture as an anti-climax to the nightmare of sex and games. Then, to add to her feeling of utter helplessness. Bob leaned down and kissed her, snaking his tongue into her mouth lewdly and squeezing one of her soft mounds.
The lights went out and a few moments later her bedroom door shut softly. The exhausted girl listened to their low droning voices for a minute, then heard the outer door slam, followed by a tinkle of ice being dropped in a glass at the bar, then soft romantic music filling the apartment as Virginia turned on the stereo. It was the final touch of unreality to Laura, and she stroked her tingling breasts, wondering if it was all a dream. To the numb, shattered young blonde, it seemed as if a hellish eternity had passed since the moment her hideous date had stripped naked before her and raped her, crudely leaving a twenty-dollar bill in her hand when he was finished.
Looking back now, Laura had to suppress a hysterical giggle when she remembered how shamed and crushed she felt at that moment, thinking the world had come to an end. How could she know that brutal assault was only a gentle prelude to a violent orgy that culminated in her wanton, shameless surrender to the rape of her mouth? She knew with suffocating remorse she hadn't just consented to being fucked in the mouth, she'd wallowed in the vile act, pretending her lips were a hotly sucking vagina, thrashing her head forward on his driving penis in her lust to gorge herself on his spurting semen....
The dazed blonde moaned and stirred slightly, her mouth and thighs and anus aching all at once from the long, torrid night. Was it that she had nurtured the secret fantasy that her tongue was a hot prick as she begged Virginia to let her commit that horrible perversion on her pussy?
Oh God, she thought miserably, what have I done? I fucked a woman with my tongue tonight! And licked her asshole and committed a thousand sins in my mind all the time....
Laura groped on her bedside table and found the half-filled glass of gin. She gulped it down in one swallow, muffling her cough in her hand for fear Virginia would hear she was awake, and would return to tempt her. It seemed insane to Laura that all her life she'd guarded the sanctity of her vagina fiercely, surrendering only to her husband, denying temptation night after night to end up like this, a lust-crazed victim of her own making. Why did she melt at the mere touch of a sexy woman or an exposed, swollen prick? Why hadn't the depraved bitch who always concealed herself cunningly in the darkest recesses of her mind shown her lewd, contorted face before tonight?
She'd shown her face and her true nature with obscene vividness in the pictures, wild-eyed, wet-lipped, her pink tongue slobbering greedily on Virginia's hairy crotch and her ripe lips glistening on Bob's inflated cock. She was humbly grateful at least that the camera hadn't captured her shocking thoughts on film as well as her sex-maddened face and body. The memory of the pictures made Laura squirm in her bed now with a mixture of hot, eerie desire and painful humiliation, reminding her she was trapped, a cowering slave whose freedom depended on the whim of a beautiful, hypnotic seducer and a sadistic rapist.
She knew she shouldn't believe Virginia but she knew, too, with sickening awareness that she had no choice. Nothing in the world could provoke her to disobey Virginia or Bob as long as they held the pictures, as long as the terrifying threat of exposing her naked lust to her parents existed. Just one more night of obscenity, one final orgy of passion and Laura would be free. She winced as she heard the skeptically harsh laugh in her own mind, telling her what she didn't dare face, and the exhausted blonde clung fervently to the last, teetering hope that Virginia would let her go afterwards, would give her the pictures and kiss her tenderly good-bye, letting the whole sordid nightmare slip away into oblivion....
As for the party, Laura was convinced after the past, nerve-shattering few hours that nothing could be more perverted and shameful than what had already taken place so swiftly, torturous acts that still clawed at her sanity as she felt the void of sleep caressing her soft, tingling body. What could be more depraved and sinful than the three violent acts she'd been forced-and cunningly persuaded-to perform already?
She had just enough innocence left to wonder about that as she plummeted into blissful unconsciousness.