Chapter 4

After the class was over, several hours later, Barbara fled the room and rushed to the ladies room on the first floor to erase the traces of her obscene encounter from her tear-ravaged face. "I'll never come back here again," she vowed to herself as she adjusted her makeup in the mirror. "Ralph was right! This place is immoral, and as soon as I see him I'm going to tell him so! Oh! How can I ever face Jeannie again? Or any of those women?"

The shockingly lewd episode had affected her deeply, and in ways she didn't really want to confront. It was horrifying to the well-bred wife to realize that she had not only participated in the lurid scene, but in some depraved comer of herself had actually enjoyed it. The image of herself wriggling nakedly and lewdly backwards into Frank's fiercely plummeting penis, while her lips and tongue slavered over Jeannie's lust swollen vagina and clitoris rose before her mind's eye like a hideous phantom from a nightmare. Frightened by the intensity of her own depravity even more than by Frank's, all she wanted was to hurl herself into her husband's arms and hide there forever, safe and secure.

"We'll work things out ourselves," she muttered aloud as she hurried down the hall to the reception hall where they had agreed to meet. "We don't need any classes in erotic freedom. Nothing that happens between us could possibly be as horrible as what went on in that room!"

Suddenly she saw her husband coming towards her from the opposite direction. She quickened her pace, her heels making a sharp staccato sound on the tiled floors. "Oh, Ralph, I'm so glad to see you," she began, breaking into a run and throwing her arms around him like a child lost in a storm.

"Hi baby, how are you?" he replied, returning her embrace and lifting her lightly off the floor. Barbara was taken aback by his lighthearted tone and his air of complete relaxation.

"You know, honey," he continued, setting her down but keeping his hands around her waist, "you were right and I was wrong! This place really has a lot going for it!"

"Then I guess we'll see you next week, Ralph?"

Barbara had been so intent on reaching Ralph's side that she hadn't even noticed that he was accompanied by the petitely curvaceous brunette that she had met briefly when they arrived. Now she watched her husband turn to the attractive woman and shake her hand warmly.

"Yes, yes I think so," he said slowly, his eyes riveted to the stranger's face.

"I look forward to it," the girl replied in a low voice.

"Well, honey, how was your class?" Ralph asked, slipping his arm around her shoulder as they walked down the broad steps of the mansion. He felt euphoric after Mara's dynamic lovemaking. Although he knew it was wrong, knew that he was being unfaithful and dishonest to his lovely young wife, the feelings unleashed within him by his public encounter with the amoral instructress were too potently satisfying for him to be able to let go. After all, he reasoned in an uneasy dialogue with his conscience, I'm not getting what I need at home, so why shouldn't I have a little extracurricular fun? Just temporarily, of course, until Barbara gets herself together! So absorbed was he in his own experience that it never occurred to him that his young wife might have undergone a similar, though less pleasant, ordeal.

"It ... it was strange," Barbara responded slowly, not sure how to begin. She looked at her husband's serene profile. He seemed happier than she had seen him in months. "I'm not sure I want to go back," she blurted out suddenly.

"Why not?"

Her heart seemed to turn over as she saw again the harsh scene in Frank's classroom. How could she even begin to tell him? With a shock, she realized that it was unimaginable that she could ever describe it to her husband. She wouldn't even know where to begin. And even if she could somehow manage to verbalize the events themselves, what could she say when he asked her why she had submitted to such a terrible thing? Explain that she had wanted it? Given herself over to a stranger in the most shameless ways possible? She, who had been so prudish with her husband for months that he was driven to the point of near-rape? He'd never forgive her! Never!

"Oh ... I don't know," she faltered. "It was just ... strange, that's all."

"Yeah, well I guess you have to expect that at the beginning," Ralph replied easily. "Say here's our bus!"

Miserably Barbara followed him onto the sooty, lumbering vehicle and stared bleakly out the window during the long ride back to the city.

The following Monday they received a card in the mail informing them they had been officially accepted into the Life Unlimited House courses, and inviting them to come early the next time to speak with "Brother Coretti," who would work out financial arrangements and answer any questions they might have.

All week Barbara searched for a way out of her dilemma. The little that Ralph told her during his brief free time at home wasn't any help. Nothing disturbing seemed to have happened to him at all.

Maybe it's just that terrible Frank Bogart, Barbara wondered. If I could tell Mr....Brother Coretti about him, maybe he'd fire him. Maybe he doesn't know what goes on in his class!

The thought cheered her somewhat, and when, on the following Saturday, they again took the bus over the Hudson to the house on the Palisades, her heart was lighter than it had been all week.

"Welcome back, Ralph and Barbara!" The burly commune leader greeted them jovially, ushering them into his private suite on the second floor. "I'm delighted that you've decided to join our happy family!"

Ralph's eyes popped as he beheld Coretti's luxurious private quarters for the first time. Even Barbara, more accustomed to the things that money can buy, was a little in awe. Plush oriental wall-to-wall carpeting covered the floor.

The furnishings in the private suite were modern and comfortable. In addition to the usual chairs, tables and couches, the room contained an audio-visual system along one wall with a huge collection of tapes and records, a built-in color television set with the largest screen either of them had ever seen, movie cameras and projectors, and various other electronic toys for the masterful leader's amusement.

"Man, you've really got it made!" Ralph expostulated, hardly knowing where to look first.

"Fate has been very kind to me," Coretti replied, smiling and indicating that they should sit down on one of the large luxurious couches. "I like to think it's my reward for doing good works, but perhaps that's egotistical of me. Make yourselves comfortable for a few minutes. I had a business meeting this morning in the city, and I haven't had a chance to change."

In contrast to Barbara's first meeting with him, Coretti was attired in an expensive looking light weight business suit, which made more of an impression on Ralph than his exotic eastern looking garments would have. In fact, the young student felt a little foolish over his initial harsh opinion of the man who now chatted easily with them from the bedroom that adjoined the spacious living room.

"I've heard glowing reports from Mara and Frank about your progress. They each told me you were the most promising pupils in their classes."

Barbara's forehead wrinkled in a frown at his words. It seemed incredible that Frank would have spoken well of her, in view of his fury at her in the class. It confirmed her suspicion that Coretti was being deceived by the slim, sensual young man, and she was even more determined to speak out about him, if only she could talk to Coretti alone.

"Now, let's get down to business," Coretti said, returning to the room clad in a short, belted terrycloth robe and slippers.

"According to your applications, your income isn't exactly princely, is it?"

"That's an understatement," Ralph replied ruefully. "If the first class hadn't been free, we wouldn't have been able to come at all, and frankly I don't see how we're going to be able to afford to go on with them."

Coretti surveyed the young couple, his shrewd eye sizing up the innocent looking husband as astutely as they had the wife. He knew the type, all honor and ambition until you flung temptation in their path. Then they'd sell their own mother for a taste of money or prestige, or even a good lay, he thought cynically. He'd hustled enough of them to know they all had their price. But if you played them right, got them hooked slowly, they were tremendously loyal, and he needed an organization of bright, loyal young men to help him maintain the place at the top of the heap that he'd worked for all his life, and which was now almost within his grasp. Besides, he took a perverse pleasure in corrupting the innocent. It was what they wanted anyway, and he had created the Life Unlimited Houses to give people what they wanted ... for a price.

"Ordinarily, Ralph, our classes are quite expensive, as you can no doubt understand, given what we provide." Ralph thought he looked at him a little too pointedly, though he couldn't be sure. "In your case, however, I am prepared to waive most of the fees in exchange for some legal services. You are a law student, aren't you?"

"Yes," the astonished young husband replied, "but I can't practice yet. I've got years to go!"

"Let me explain. I have a foundation that is very profitable, so profitable, in fact, that I can scarcely keep track of all the ins and outs, and I don't really trust the firm that's handling things for me. I've decided that I need a legal secretary, someone to do research for me, figure out angles, someone I can trust. It could be very valuable experience for someone interested in corporate law, as I expect Life Unlimited Houses to be springing up all over the country in the next few years. You could handle the whole thing once you have your degree. Do you think you'd be interested?"

"Of course I'd be interested," Ralph answered, "but I don't know how much time I'd be able to give you now. I have a part-time job at a garage and I go to school during the day ... "

"I think I'll very shortly have enough work for you that you could give up your job at the garage and make even better money than you do now. If it works out, you could have a very profitable career here."

"I ... I don't know what to say," Ralph stammered, looking at Barbara in amazement.

"I told you he was a wonderful man," she smiled, squeezing her husband's hand warmly. "Oh, Brother Coretti, how can we ever thank you?"

The burly leader waved aside her gratitude. "Nonsense, my dear. It's a mutual exchange. Think it over, Ralph, and we'll talk about it again soon. In the meantime, do either of you have any questions you'd like to ask?"

"I do," Barbara began, twisting her hands nervously in her lap.

"In that case, let me show Ralph where his class is meeting today. Then you and I can have a little chat before yours begins."

The heavy-set sex guru led Ralph through his private entrance to the adjoining bath chamber. "In there," he said, indicating the dressing room on the other side, "you'll find some clothes. Put them on and wait for Mara to come and get you. Congratulations! You are now officially accepted as a slave. I have no doubt you'll soon be a master. Mara says you're very ... quick!"

"Thank you," Ralph stammered, his head swimming with Coretti's strange terminology and his generous offer.

"Oh, and Ralph," Coretti continued, "I want you to know there's no limit to how far you can go here if you stick with me. Understand?"

"I think so."

"Good," Coretti turned on his heel and went back into his private suite. And now, he thought, to take care of the little woman. And I know just how to do it, too. Smiling evilly, the calculating entrepreneur disappeared into his chambers.

After he was gone, Ralph made his way across the marble-tiled bathroom to the dressing room. On one of the benches, he found a brief studded-leather jock strap, a pair of high sandals with straps that encircled his legs at mid-calf, and a bronzed bracelet which fit around his upper arm. He knew that "slave" was the first and lowest rung on the ladder of achievement in the Life Unlimited House, but he hadn't been prepared for this.

Feeling strangely excited, though not entirely without embarrassment, the muscular young student slipped out of his own clothes and into the weird costume.

Once attired, he looked at himself in the mirror, hardly able to believe the image that greeted him. The skimpy triangle of leather barely covered the huge mound of his genitals, and dark strands of pubic hair curled out over the top and sides and up over his flat stomach and muscular chest. In profile, the soft flesh of his testicles protruded in front of his muscular thighs. His buttocks, except for the thin thongs that held up the jock strap, were naked. To his amazement, the sight of his own body in the mirror affected him erotically. He could scarcely believe that the darkly erotic, vaguely dangerous looking stud that looked back at him was himself. "Wait'll Mara gets a load of this," he thought chuckling to himself at his own vanity.

Just then the door opened, and the object of his thoughts came in, swathed in a long black velvet cape that rustled silkily as she walked, and a pair of tightly laced leather boots. Through the opening in the cape, he could see that she was naked except for a triangular piece of leather that matched his own around her loins.

For a long moment they looked at each other, both stunned by the other's exotic appearance. Then Ralph let out a long whistle. "Not bad," he began, moving towards her ready to take her in his arms.

"Quiet, slave!" she snapped. "Follow me!" Turning on her heel, she led the way back into the room she had come from. Taken aback by her sharp rebuff, Ralph did as she commanded.

Once inside, the spectacle that met his eyes caused him to stop short in astonishment. The room was small and dark, the walls covered with thick velvet drapes and the only light coming from several candles. Backless couches were scattered along the walls, and in the dim light, he could barely make out the figures of several girls in costumes identical to his own, wearing half-masks that covered their faces so that he couldn't distinguish their features, only their virtually naked bodies and the color of their hair. One of them, still in her teens, he guessed, from her smallish adolescent proportions, was sitting against the wall, her knees bent and her thighs spread wide, finger-fucking herself. The other two were twined in each other's arms, stroking each other's bodies while their tongues darted lasciviously in and out of each other's mouths. Actually, the figures belonged to Annette, Jeannie and Connie respectively, turned over to Mara by Frank and commanded to do her bidding. No sooner did he lay eyes on them, than the scantily clad young man experienced a thundering erection that made his skimpy triangular garment bulge outward from his nearly nude body.

Christ! he thought, looking around lustily, I could cum just watching them!

"Lie down on the floor!" Mara ordered. "There!"

Looking down, Ralph saw an area in the middle of the room roughly out-lined by three metal rings that protruded from the floor in a triangular arrangement. "Grab the ring above your head," she commanded when he had settled himself, "with both hands."

Stretching his arms over his head, Ralph did as he was told. An instant later, he was unnerved to feel his wrists being tightly bound together and attached to the metal contrivance.

"What the...." he began, twisting around to see what was happening.

"Silence, slave!" Mara spat, cutting him off. Suddenly two of the girls had seized his legs and spread them apart, and they, too, were bound to the rings at the sides, though more loosely than his hands so that he still had freedom of movement in the lower part of his body. Ralph grinned. It seemed like a game, and he was curious as to what erotic contrivance Mara had in mind this time.

When he was firmly tied down, the voluptuous instructress dropped her cape, undid her loin cloth, and stood above him cupping her hands under her ripe, melon-like breasts and massaging them lewdly.

"You're a real bundle of surprises today, aren't you?" Ralph said.

"We are your Amazon masters today, slave. We are going to use you for our pleasure, as a sex object, just as men are accustomed to using women. You must satisfy all of us before we let you go. Do you understand? Of course, if you don't think you're man enough to take us all on, you just have to say so, and we'll find someone who is!"

Ralph's mind reeled at her announcement. My god! he thought, I'm gonna be gang-banged by four beautiful broads! What a trip! Any residue of hesitation he felt was completely wiped away by the note of faint derision in Mara's last words. Although the situation was novel and bizarre, he wasn't going to back down in front of all those women! Besides, this was the kind of situation men dreamed of ... a pornographic fantasy come true!

"I'm man enough, baby," he answered, looking up at her, his lips curled in a smile.

"I hope so." she purred, smiling in her turn and moving away to one of the couches where she had a good view. "Begin!"

Suddenly Ralph felt himself surrounded by soft female flesh. The young blonde he had noticed at first, and the brunette, older and more voluptuously fleshy, crouched down on either side of him and began licking his naked flesh, running their tongues tantalizingly over his abdomen and chest, sucking and biting on his nipples, then licking his armpits all the way up his inner arm to his leather-bound wrists. At the same time, the third girl, who looked vaguely familiar to Ralph, began performing the same ministrations on the lower half of his body, working her way upwards from his toes, each of which she nibbled and sucked.

Ralph had never felt anything like it before. Deliciously erotic sensations began to ripple through him immediately, from the first instant they touched him. The paths of their tongues left an icy coolness in its wake, unpleasant at first, but soon tantalizingly exciting. He closed his eyes and moaned softly as the three, lithe, sensual bodies pressed in on him from every direction, rubbing moist cuntal sheathes against his legs, filling his mouth with ripe, quickly taut nipples of every shape and size, and all the time, running their hands and lips freely over his nakedly powerful body. Time and again he yanked fiercely at the leather thongs that bound him to the floor, wild with frustration at not being able to grab their lush bodies with his hands. It was maddening! He twisted and heaved involuntarily, wishing he could break loose, but every attempt met only with defeat until, his wrists red and sore, he realized it was useless.

"Lick him good, girls," he heard Mara command, laughing eerily.

Every nerve, every inch of his flesh felt quiveringly alive. It was as though there were a fire in the heavy sac between his legs, emanating outward in every direction. His penis, he could see, was massively erect, jerking and swaying in the air. His balls felt hard and tight, as though they were already full of thick male fluid, and they throbbed spasmodically as the three nubile beauties continued to work him over.

The one between his legs was sensuously licking the pale, sensitive flesh of his inner thighs, working her way upwards in wet circles. She flicked her tongue over his testicles, then took as much of the hairy sacs into her greedily sucking mouth as she could, nibbling softly and making him groan with pleasure. Next her soft lips caressed his painfully surging shaft, finally curling around the purplish head and taking it deeply into her mouth.

Suddenly she abandoned her oral activities and straddled his body, poised just above his cock. Ralph started when he got a good look at her. It was Jeannie! he realized all at once, heaving halfway off the floor until the sharp pull of the leather thongs around his wrists jerked him roughly back to earth. He couldn't fail now! He'd never live it down if he didn't give it to all of them! Besides, she might tell Barbara!

Seeing the recognition in his eyes, Jeannie smiled knowingly. It genuinely amused her to have "straight and narrow Ralph," as she used to call him when she wanted to annoy him, stretched out on the floor of the lurid commune, forced to do her bidding, to satisfy any depraved desire that might occur to her. Enjoying his consternation, she took his massively thick penis in her hands and began rubbing it back and forth over the moistly warm opening of her pussy. Ralph groaned despite himself as he felt her hot furry wetness against the charged, rubbery head of his lust-enlarged cock. Teasingly she moved his pulsating thickness back and forth, almost but not quite taking it inside her with each stroke. She rubbed her hard little clitoris against it, sending ecstatic waves of pleasure coursing through both their bodies, then twisting her naked young pelvis in a corkscrew motion, she slowly lowered herself onto his rigid pillar-like column. He groaned as he felt her warm softness slowly engulfing his hotly throbbing shaft. Leaning back and using the floor for leverage, she began slowly pumping her smooth white buttocks up and down over him.

At the same time, the short sexy brunette with the huge breasts-Connie, although Ralph had no way of knowing who it was-began to squat over his face, spreading her softly furred outer lips with her hands. Looking up, Ralph could see the thinly glistening crevice of her vaginal slit, already moist and throbbing.

Involuntarily he began licking his lips in anticipation of what was about to happen. Barbara would have been horrified if he had even suggested such a thing to her! Yet here was another woman, a complete stranger, actually inviting him, forcing him, to run his tongue over her lewdly exposed cuntal slit! Besides all that, out of the comer of his eye he could see Mara on the couch, a slight smile on her lips, watching the debauchery on the floor while she slowly, excitedly finger-fucked herself up between her slightly spread thighs.

With agonizing slowness, Connie lowered herself over the helplessly pinned man. He could smell the warmly perfumed aroma of her cuntal passage, feel the soft downy thatch of her pubic hair, and finally, taste the sweet tartness of her velvety vaginal slit. His tongue snaked out, touching the hard little bud of her clitoris, then moved downwards and began to explore the fleshy interior. He could feel her lushly naked body tremble above him, and the knowledge that she was aroused filled him with new excitement.

"Mmmmmmmm," he moaned, seizing her erect clitoris lightly between his teeth, and nibbling and sucking on it.

"He likes to eat pussy!" Mara laughed, "The slave likes to eat pussy! Make him eat you good, Amazon!"

The sound of her taunting laughter as she egged the girls on somehow only added to the bizarre eroticism of the scene for Ralph. Slavering wetly under Connie, he began unconsciously twisting his pelvis back and forth and up and down, in time with Jeannie's now intensifying fucking motions. His whole body was charged with excitement. He felt incredibly powerful, although he was stretched out helplessly on the floor and consumed with electrifyingly sensual feelings such as he had never known before.

Suddenly Jeannie began to lurch up and down on his desire-swollen rod, emitting short gasps. His pelvis moved with her, bouncing up and down, lifting her off the floor with each stroke. Above him, Connie wriggled faster and faster, twisting and spreading her legs, forcing his wetly quivering tongue deeper and deeper into her shuddering vaginal passage.

"Nnnnnngggggghhhhhh," the heavy-hipped divorcee mewled, her cherry-pointed breasts bobbing like corks as she undulated her pelvis around over his lewdly licking and sucking mouth. It was like an incredible carousel as the moaning, thrashing trio raised and lowered itself in unison.

"Oh ... oh ... Jeannie gasped, feeling her orgasm approach with galvanic intensity. "I'm cumming! Oh! Oh! Fuck me! FUCK ME! FFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK MMMMMEEEEEEE!"

"A A AAHIIIIIEEEEEEE!" Connie's wails joined Jeannie's, and it seemed to Ralph that the room was alive with lewdly writhing, screaming females. Connie's succulently warm pussy began to contract uncontrollably and she ground it down into his face as though she would devour his tongue with her hungry vaginal mouth.

All at once, despite his efforts to hold himself back, his pelvis began to rock furiously, as though an earthquake were going off in his loins. Can't ... cum ... yet! he thought desperately. Got ... to ... hold out! Making a herculean effort of will, he forced himself to hold himself rigid and think of something else, anything else, until Jeannie's furious fucking motions subsided and she slid exhausted off his still rigidly erected cock. Connie, too, ceased her wild gyrations, and Ralph was about to heave a sigh of relief when suddenly Annette, who had been watching the double orgasm of her companions, moved to Jeannie's place at a sign from Mara.

Oh my God! Ralph groaned inwardly, his chest heaving and his body drenched with sweat, I'll never make it!