Chapter 6
Roy remounted his horse soon after the exhaustive orgy and rode away from Sandy and Debbie as swiftly as he had arrived. The ravished young bride cum-divorcee, sat on the blanket, her hands still bound, her head whirling with conflict. She could not deny that she had been deeply thrilled by her rapturous orgasm, yet soon after it was over, the sober reality of what she had endured to achieve it made her shudder with a cold shiver of shame. She had been abused and humiliated in ways totally repugnant to her. It was the lowest kind of bestial passion ... almost as depraved as that which had been so nakedly and vulgarly revealed to her by Uncle Andy. Yet despite this, despite her every effort at conscious control, her sensually awakened body had been torn apart with earth-shaking thrills of pleasure. She hadn't wanted it to end, she wanted to remain forever in that liquid ocean of wild sexual bliss, with its sharp, searing ripples of pain and torment deliciously mixed with a deeply aching animal savagery. Yes, it had been wonderful ... wonderful....
Oh God, she thought unhappily, I'm no better than a whore, a slut. What's happened to me?
"Lemme untie your wrists Ma'am...."
It was Sandy. Her reverie had been so deep that she had nearly lost consciousness of where she was. She glanced up at him. He had dressed and was looking at her coolly, with no betrayal of his feelings. He was impassive, hard, his boyish face a steely mask of male control.
"Yes ... yes," Debbie muttered softly, struggling to rise.
The young cowboy took hold of her arm and easily guided the light young woman to her feet. She staggered, her legs feeling to weak to stand. A deep feeling of shame returned as she felt the still heated sperm of the two cowboys running out of her wetly throbbing vagina and anus, to flow down the insides of her nakedly trembling thighs. Without a word, Sandy unbound her wrists and pocketed the rawhide thong, while Debbie awkwardly retrieved her panties and shoes, and the now useless brassiere, dressing with trembling, ice-tipped fingers.
"I'll take you back to the Rancho in the jeep, now, if you like," Sandy said, lighting a cigarette casually, and glancing with approval at Debbie's body.
"Yes ... yes," she replied. "I ... I think I'd like to rest."
She didn't know what to say to him. Obviously he didn't care at all whether she was outraged by his inhuman betrayal of her trust, and her own feelings, she knew, were mixed.
I've got to get away from here, she decided as she finished buttoning the front of her dress. I've got to get away from this awful place.
A few minutes later they were riding silently through the desert back towards the Rancho, the hot sun beating down on their passion-drained bodies, a thick swirl of dust rising behind them as the sturdy jeep drove relentlessly through the dirt and brambles. Hardly a word passed between them for the entire ride, until Debbie finally felt compelled to speak.
"How ... how could you do such a thing to me?" she asked softly. Sandy was silent for a moment, a faint smile creasing his full red lips.
"Did you enjoy it?" he asked at length.
"Enjoy it? ... I...."
"Did you?"
"Yes," she blushingly admitted at last, in a small voice.
"Well, Ma'am, that's what counts, ain't it?"
Debbie could scarcely believe his cold, calculating tone. Was there no trace of feeling in this deceptively innocent-looking young man? How was it possible for him to treat her in the worst possible way and have no regrets, no sympathy for her shock and confusion? And yet he was right, she knew, about one thing. She had enjoyed it.
Suddenly an image of her husband Tom's, face flashed into her brain, and she again realized the staggering fact that she was in the process of divorcing him, and he didn't even know where she was. He had no way of contacting her, of helping her escape from the new nightmare that was slowly, but inexorably closing around her like quicksand.
I was such a damn fool, she chastized herself, to run off so suddenly. I've gotten myself into a horrible situation now, and I don't know how to get out of it.
Suddenly she became overwhelmed with the desire to see her construction worker husband again, to forget the divorce and try to work things out at home. Her heart swelled with love for him, as she recalled his bright blonde hair and blue eyes, and his thickly muscular body. Tom ... OH Tom ... his name echoed over and over again in her brain. I need your help Tom!
By the time they pulled up in front of the Rancho, Debbie knew exactly what she was going to do. She would go to Ava and tell her of her brutal dual rape by Roy and Sandy. Then she would tell the lawyer to forget all about the divorce, and she would fly home ... home to the warm and loving arms of her husband.
As soon as the jeep came to a half halt, she jumped out and walked quickly to the front door of the main house, not even daring to look back at Sandy. She went immediately to the door of Ava Lattimer's office and knocked firmly.
"Yes? Who is it?" a sultry voice called from inside.
"It's Debbie Lyons, Miss Lattimer. Can I see you please? It's very important."
"Of course. Come right in, dear."
She opened the door, and walked in, then stopped in shock, her mouth falling open. The tall brunette had company: Roy, the black-clad cowboy who had cruelly raped her in the anus only a short time ago!
"Well, howdy Ma'am," the cowboy said to her, rising as she entered. "I wuz just goin'. I'll let you ladies have yer privacy."
He grinned arrogantly as he strode past the young wife and out the door, closing it behind him. His presence unnerved Debbie completely, for she had not expected to see him so soon again.
"What is it, my dear?" Ava asked warmly, motioning her to sit down. "Miss Lattimer...."
"Call me Ava, darling," the silver-streaked beauty remarked as Debbie awkwardly sat in a chair near the desk.
"Ava ... something terrible has happened to me here!"
"Good heavens, what?"
"Sandy ... and the other one ... the one who just left...."
"Roy? He's such a handsome darling, ain't he?"
Debbie was startled by her words, for Ava's apparent friendship with the dark cowboy was going to make what she had to say even more difficult.
"I'm afraid ... they've taken advantage of me ... quite crudely...."
Ava Lattimer said nothing for a moment, but gazed evenly at Debbie, and lit a long, filtered cigarette.
"Oh really? What did they do?"
"They ... they ... tied me up and raped me in the desert this morning!" Debbie blurted out at last.
"I see. And did you enjoy it?" Debbie's eyes widened in astonishment.
"Enjoy it? How can you ask me such a thing? Are you crazy? What kind of a place is this?"
"Then you didn't enjoy it? That's so strange, Roy is usually very good. His virile male cock feels so nice inside me sometimes I go nearly crazy with excitement."
The young wife paled in terror at Ava's direct and shocking statement. She couldn't believe her ears. Were they all mad here? What was going on? Her frail young body, so recently ravaged, began to shake violently as a freezing fear began to take hold of her.
"Miss Lattimer, I don't know why you're saying these things to me but I want to leave here at once. I've never been treated so shamefully. It's disgusting, and yet you sit there as if it was the most common, everyday occurence."
"Well, darling, I'm afraid that here at the Rancho that's exactly what it is. An everyday occurence."
"Wh ... what?"
"Those lovely cowboys are here for one reason only, to shove their big hot pricks inside some nice fresh female cunt. And they pay me very well for it, too."
"Then ... this is ... is a house of prostitution! Oh, my God!"
"Well, that's a rather crude way of putting it, but I suppose that's what you could call our little establishment."
"I never heard of such a horrible, filthy thing," Debbie cried out, "and I'm going to go to the police and tell them what you're doing here!"
"The police? Oh, I wouldn't bother, if I were you. First of all I have some rather influential connections among the higher-ups, and second of all ... well, look at these...."
The sultry female reached into her desk, withdrew a packet of photographs tied with a string, and tossed them onto the desk in front of the shocked and fear-stricken young woman. Nervously Debbie reached out and took them and gasped as she realized that they were vivid close-ups of her, lying nakedly splayed on her bed in room seven, with Sandy's wetly glistening tongue licking up between her widespread legs. Snapshot after snapshot showed her nakedly writhing, contorting body, her lust-contorted face in ecstasy, and Sandy's mouth sucking hungrily at the opening of her pussy as her fingers entwined themselves in his hair.
"Oh my God ... my God...." the bewildered young bride moaned as she leafed over and over through the pictures. "Where did you get these? How did you get them?"
"The same way I got this," Ava replied with a smile, and flicked on a small tape recorder that sat next to her on the desk.
I want you Debbie, Sandy's voice was saying, I want to eat you out and I want to press my hot tongue in your slippery pussy and lick you until you scream ... and then I'll fuck you ... fuck you with my big, hard cock in your deep wet cunt ... Would you like that, Debbie ... would you like that?
The horrified young wife bit her lip tensely as she heard herself reply.
Oh yes, Sandy ... yes ... yes ... yesss ... lick my pussy ... lick my pussy....
"And you said you didn't enjoy it," the sultry brunette smiled as she flicked off the machine. "Good heavens, I wonder what you sound like when you do?"
"You're hateful," Debbie sobbed, humiliated by what she heard on the tape, "hateful and vile."
"Well, darling, that may be, but if you want your divorce to go through, then you'll have to do exactly as I say. Do you understand?"
"I don't want a divorce anymore," Debbie spat back defiantly. "I want to go home to my husband."
"Do you? He might have something to say about that after I mail him copies of these pictures! And the police might be interested in talking to you after they get copies. After all, it's obvious that you willingly posed for them."
"Oh no ... noooo," Debbie moaned, tears suddenly welling up in her eyes. In that moment her entire world seemed to come crashing down around her. The depraved woman was right. Tom would never get over the shock of those pictures, particularly after all the sexual difficulties they had had.
"What ... what do I have to do to get them back?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"Just stay around the Rancho for awhile. And let the boys have their fun with you. It's not so bad, really. In fact most of the women come to enjoy it and stay on long after they're free to go."
Suddenly it all fell into place-the strange looks on the faces of the women in the lobby, the casual arrogance of the cowboys. It was all a trap, an elaborate, foolproof trap, and she had walked into it blindly.
"Now why don't you go to your room and rest, dear? You look a little shaky. Then later, you can join in the fun and let yourself go a bit. All right? And don't think about phoning for help because the only outside line's here in this office, and I'm very choosy about outside calls."
Debbie bravely wiped the tears from her eyes and squared her shoulders. She had to submit now, surrender to the will of this ... this madam, in order to get the damning photographs back and free herself from the nightmare. Then she could go home to Tom ... and maybe they could begin again, somehow, some way.
"All right," she said, rising from her chair. "All right, I'll do it just to get away from this horrible place...!"
Back in Seattle, Tom was once again in the little go-go dancer's apartment. It had been four days since his wife had left so abruptly, and he still hadn't heard a word from her. He was completely infuriated that she hadn't contacted him at all. Now he felt there was no reason why he should feel guilty about seeing Cheri, and he had called her that afternoon and made a date to meet her late at night after she had finished work at the Club.
He sat on the wide couch in her living room, smoking a cigarette, sipping occasionally from a Martini she had mixed for him earlier, and waited for her to come out of the bedroom, where she had gone moments before to find "something special." Lazily he glanced around the large white room, furnished in Danish Modern chairs and low tables. It was pleasant here, with a subtly erotic atmosphere pervading everything that made the young husband feel relaxed and mellow.
Hell, let Debbie do whatever she damn well pleases now, he ruminated bitterly, I'm sick of worrying about it.
At that moment the bedroom door opened and Cheri entered, looking stupendous in a skin tight jumpsuit of silver lame that clung to her well-rounded frame as if it was painted on. A wide silver zipper traveled all the way from the neck to the prominantly protruding mound of her vagina, and she had unzipped it part way so that it was tantalizingly open nearly to her navel, exposing the ample cleft between the fully thrust flesh of her breasts. Her tousled red hair curied around her face in a way that made her pert features even more provocative and desirable. She was like a bouyant, uninhibited child, with the body and sexual appetites of a highly paid prostitute, and it was this incredible combination that made Tom's thickly muscled cock lurch to life immediately whenever he saw her.
"Do you smoke?" she inquired as she entered. "I've got a cigarette going right now," he said laughing.
"Oh, I don't mean cigarettes, honey, I mean hash. Hashish. I rolled a couple of cigarettes, thought it might add a little spice to the evening."
A slight tremor of apprehension passed through the young husband at the mention of drugs. He had heard about them, of course, and read articles in the newspapers, but it was a subject he personally preferred to avoid. He didn't want to fool around with stuff like that, he'd seen too many people ruin their lives with it.
"No thanks," he said, "not for me. You go ahead. I don't mind, but I'd rather stay away from it."
"Whatever you say, lover. Personally, I love the stuff, but I never force it on anybody."
She sat down next to him on the couch, pressing her lame-clad body enticingly close to his, then picked up a lighter and lit the tightly rolled cigarette she had placed in her mouth, sucking in the smoke deeply, then exhaling.
"Mmmmmm ... sooo nice."
She repeated this process until she had smoked the entire thing, then tamped the small portion that remained in the ashtray.
"How about some music?" she asked.
"Fine," the young husband replied.
She rose from the couch, languidly stretched her alluring young body before him, so that he became more and more heatedly aroused by the minute.
"That smoke makes me feel soooo sexy," she said languidly, arching her body and pushing her enormous breasts out fully so that they were tight against the thin lame, so tight that Tom could clearly see the outline of her hardened nipples against the cloth. Then she glided across the room in her bare feet, across the thick blue shag rug, until she came to the phonograph and records on shelves built into the walls. She selected some music and put it on. Moments later, a loud rock beat blared forth from the stereo speakers and filled the room with throbbing, insistent sound.
"Grand Funk Railroad," she said. "That's what they call themselves. Their music isn't so hot, but boy are they sexy."
She smiled impishly at the young construction worker, who smiled back, enjoying her wanton sexuality. He liked the abandoned, suggestive beat of the music, too, and watched delightedly as Cheri moved about the room, undulating her tightly rounded body, shaking her hips in a luridly exciting rotating motion that made Tom's penis throb excitedly against his thigh. She began to dance as if she were still at the club, only now it was really only for him. Slowly she pulled back the open front of her lame jumpsuit, exposing the softly bouncing perfection of her luscious breast to Tom's lust-dimmed view, and his eyes roved hungrily over the natural milk-white mounds that swept upwards, tapering to the large, firm nipples, rosily erect. Then, she placed her long fingers into the deep cleft between them and the young husband's own hands itched for the touch of her soft warm flesh.
Taking hold of the zipper, she gradually lowered it all the way, then wriggled out of the tight suit. The supple lame was pulled away from her shoulders, then past her softly quivering breast down her velvety abdomen. Slowly the shiny material fell to reveal her smoothly rounded hips and the golden-haired vaginal mound. Finally, she was naked! The sensually voluptuous little dancer stepped out of the skin-tight suit, folded it, and carefully placed it on a chair, smiling all the while like a Cheshire cat. Then, with teasing nonchalance, her naked young body still swaying and undulating to the lewd beat of the rock music, she began a slow, sultry walk around the room, stopping directly in front of Tom. She lifted her hands and began to slide her palms up and down her cream-white breasts, then over her nipped-in waist and the satiny contours of her hips. Tom was transfixed. He was unable to move, even though she was only a foot away, captured by her lurid siren-like sexual dance. His painfully pulsating penis was rigidly erect and screaming for release; it began to jerk rhythmically as Cheri dipped her hands lower, sliding down into the furry tangle of her pubic hair. Deftly she pushed aside her wetly glistening cuntal lips and revealed the gleaming tip of her already erect clitoris to Tom's hungry view. He licked his dry lips and rasped hoarsely.
"Oh baby, I want to fuck you...."
"Then take your clothes off, lover, and stick that beautiful hot cock of yours up inside me!"
Immediately he rose and slipped off his shirt, undid his belt, and stepped out of his pants. His lust-bloated cock sprang out, the bulbous head blood-red as if angered by its long imprisonment. Cheri's hand reached out to touch the long hot hardness of it, and the young husband gasped as her cool, long fingers closed around its turgidly erect circumference. A growl began deep in his throat as he felt her long, strawberry-colored nails rake lightly against the overly sensitive underpart. His cock was jerking spasmodically now as surging billows of heat built up in his balls.
He reached out and grabbed her naked voluptuousness into his arms, showering hot kisses on her face, her neck, her throat, her shoulders, as his greedy hands roamed feverishly over the satiny smoothness of her body, warm and soft against him. Her musky female odor, mingling with the heaviness of her perfume, permeated his nostrils and maddened him with desire. He smashed his lips down on hers, and their wetly heated tongues danced and fenced with each other. Cheri's hands ran expertly up and down his muscular back, tickling and teasing his unexplored areas ... under his shoulder blades, down his sides, his vertebrae. Tom pressed the full naked length of his muscular body against hers, and ground his lust-inflamed pelvis against her passion-taut little belly.
"Oh," the go-go dancer moaned excitedly, "I want you to fuck it into me now! Now!" She was raging with passion, driven on by the potent cigarette she had smoked earlier.
She moved quickly towards the wall where the tall, full-length mirror stood, and knelt before it, dog fashion.
Damn, Tom thought, what the hell is she up to?
Her gleaming white buttocks wiggled at him lewdly, a vulgar invitation to be taken from behind.
My god, she wants me to take her dog fashion, so she can watch it in the mirror!
Cheri knew exactly what she wanted and how she wanted. Despite a certain initial shock, Tom found himself driven wild by every crudely obscene aspect of her behavior. She was calling forth a dark jungle instinct in him that he had rarely been able to release before, certainly not with his hopelessly frigid wife. It was a barbaric, shameless part of him, and he reveled in its fullness.
"Fuck me from behind," she cooed. "Ram that big cock of yours right into me from behind."
He moved to her quickly, breathing hard like a dog in heat, his massive cock fully erect and purplish-red with excitement. He knelt behind her and placed the pounding head of his lustily swollen instrument at the wetly puckering entrance to her pussy, then suddenly caught sight of himself in the mirror and could scarcely believe the lewdly electrifying sight that met his eyes. The aroused young husband looked like a rampaging demon-god or a satyr, wild and powerful. He'd never seen himself like that, and he liked it, liked it a lot!
"Slam it into me, lover!" Cheri cried, her head thrown back, her eyes glazed with lust and hashish. "FUCK IT TO ME NOW!"
"AAAAANNNRRRRGGGGGHHHH!" Tom cried, ramming his long, massively thick penis all the way up into her tightly clasping cuntal sheath, sliding it up to the hilt and causing his sperm-bloated testicles to bounce hotly against the smooth inner nakedness of her roundly fleshed thighs. Then, slowly, he began to fuck her, stroking his eagerly pulsating penis in and out of her softly clutching pussy, each thrust making a low wet sluicing sound that drove them both wild.
The savage rock music came pounding out from the speakers, wildly erotic guitars and brutal drumming that drove them both achingly on with an obscene insistency. Cheri pumped back wantonly, her hotly quaking vaginal walls growing steadily more heated and moist, the tight flesh clasping hungrily at Tom's thickly swollen rod as it plunged in and out of her cunt from behind.
"Oh, baby, this is the best fuck of my life," he cried. "Your pussy feels so good and tight around my cock! Soooo goooooddddd!"
His obscene groans, combined with the lascivious images in the mirror, transformed Cheri's mind into a turbulent, drug-clouded whirlpool of passion and sexuality. She could feel his hard, sweaty body driving and boring into her from behind, taking her to excruciating heights of pleasure as her sensuously aroused loins churned back at him with wild blazing passion.
"OH CHRIST, YEESSSSSS!!" she hissed through tightly clenched teeth. "FUCK ME GOOD!"
Tom groaned in ecstasy, as the combined pressure in his bloated balls and rampaging cock became overpoweringly urgent. He flexed his hips with an animalistic savagery, gripped her nakedly grinding hips with his muscular hands, and drove his massively pulsating cock into her hotly palpitating vaginal cavern with body-jolting strength. She returned his hard strokes thrust for thrust, driving her rounded little buttocks back against him to meet his lunges with a frantic, instinctive rhythm.
"AAAEEEEEEIIIIII!" she wailed, carried away by the bestial force of the fucking she was receiving. It was hurting her now, hurting her with the kind of deliciously pleasurable torture she loved. This was what she lived for, sex, wild crazy sex. She enjoyed her exhibitionistic job as a go-go dancer; she liked showing off her ripely inviting body in front of a roomful of sexually hypnotized men, and she wanted to make them cum in their pants when she did her sexy routine. She lived for sensuality day and night, and she gave thanks to whatever powers had sent her this handsome, muscular construction worker to fuck her with his monstrously powerful cock. Her pussy was drenched with hot moisture now, and it throbbed incessantly as he rhythmically slammed into her like a super-charged machine, battering the shuddering nub of her nearly-raw cervix. Her eyes were transfixed at the sight of their obscenely locked bodies in the mirror, two healthy young animals fucking as if there was no tomorrow. The torrid vision made her nakedly aroused body sizzle with heat, rapidly approaching the apex of unbearable excitement when she would have her climax.
"Unnnnngggghhh ... ooooohhhhh," Tom moaned, as his excitement rapidly increased. His hotly tightened balls swelled with boiling sperm as they slapped lewdly against the backs of Cheri's wantonly quivering thighs. His lust-thickened cock began to shudder wildly as his moment of orgasm grew closer and closer with dizzying insistency. His eyes glazed dimly with raw passion, and the mirror image transformed itself into a blurry hallucination of unparalleled eroticism, he and Cheri locked in a violent and shameless copulation. His entire body ached with roaring pleasure, and soon he was there! His sweat-drenched, muscular frame jerked spasmodically as he suddenly jetted his thick scalding semen into her rapidly pumping loins: Wave after wave of white hot cum spurted from his massively jerking cockhead, making him wildly triumphant with whirling passion.
Cheri received his tumultuous torrent of cum with incoherent groans of rapture, as her warmly gushing cuntal juices seeped freely from the violently quaking walls of her burning vaginal sheath. Her loins were afire with unbelievable flames of erotic delight that filled every crevice of her violently orgasming body with ravishingly electric pleasure, making her flesh seethe with hot sparkles of wantonness.
"MNNNNNNnnnnnn...." she mewled, thrashing her head from side to side like a lust-crazed animal, her cuntal walls clutching hungrily at Tom's burrowing, emptying cock, sucking at the thickly bloated rod of flesh, trying to draw every last drop of cum from it like a baby sucking greedily on a rubber nippled bottle.
Gradually Tom spent himself completely and squeezed out the last drops of the hotly boiling liquid from his testicles into her wetly clasping pussy, then wordlessly, he withdrew and sank into the soft furry comfort of the rug, completely drained.
Cheri slumped forward onto the rug also, her skin shimmering like gossamer, her naked young body trembling from the intensity of her orgasm. Behind them, the rock music still blared in violent sexuality, as if beckoning them on to further erotic excess.
"Shall I turn off the record?" Tom inquired.
"No baby, let it run. I put a couple more on so it'll play for hours and hours."
"I'd play for hours, too, if I wasn't so damn tired," Tom said lazily, letting his hand curl around his softened penis.
"Oh, honey, I've got the perfect remedy for that," the redhead assured him, rising from the rug. "One of those little cigarettes I was smoking. Keeps you going for days. Think you might want one now?"
"As a matter-of-fact," the adulterous young husband replied, as he felt his cock begin to stiffen once more in his softly stroking palm, "that might not be a bad idea."