Chapter 8
David Martin waited while the gate-keeper called to the main house for permission to let him enter the estate, looking in awed fascination at the huge metal gate blocking the entrance. It was made of decorative wrought iron in complex patterns, each half centered by an intricately designed brass plate. On closer inspection he saw that the curling filigree work etched into the brass actually spelled out Harvey Sear's first and last initials. He was truly impressed as the gate was finally opened long enough for him to enter and begin the long, winding drive through what seemed to be a forest toward the distant shape of the mansion itself.
He had never been to a house as palatial as this one, and the dark, swarthy-skinned servant who led him through a maze of hallways and interconnecting rooms was dressed in a sort of Arabian Nights male slave costume, a long curved scimitar hanging from his waist. Each of the rooms they passed through was filled with expensive-looking furniture and art works, and David couldn't help wondering how much all of it would cost to buy. Harvey Sears was obviously much more wealthy than the young insurance man would have guessed, and David was surprised Sears had been dealing personally with him over such a relatively small amount of money as three thousand dollars must seem to the owner of all he was viewing.
After what seemed to him a long walk, they arrived at a tall carved oak entrance to a room, and the servant struck a giant bronze gong and told him to wait. The metallic ringing sound went on and on, still reverberating in his ears when the massive door opened and he was greeted by a petite brunette girl who smiled and called him by his name as she told him to come in. She was beautiful and exciting to look at in her transparent full length pants tied around her narrow ankles and waist, the smallest bikini-like garment he had ever seen on a woman barely covering her dark-fringed pussy and part of her firm buttocks and rippling provocatively as she walked a little ahead of him. For a top, she wore a scanty red vest embroidered with gold arabesques and open in the front so that he could see her full, hugely set breasts nudging against each other with her every step.
Finally forcing his eyes to leave her enticing physical charms, David began observing his surroundings. The room they had entered was almost as large as a basketball court, with a dozen or more tiled pillars supporting the domes that made up the roof. He could see the room was an imitation of a Muhammedan mosque, the floor on many sunken levels completely covered with brightly woven Oriental carpets and piles of multi-colored pillows scattered around for sitting or lying down. He could smell the pungent odor of sweet incense, and strange-sounding but softly insistent music came to his ears from hidden speakers in the walls and pillars. A dim glow of light seemed to come from everywhere at once, giving the setting a hazy reddish glow that was intimate and inviting.
His voluptuous guide stopped by a tiny cubicle formed of heavy velvet drapes hanging from rods above.
'This is for you," she almost sang in a quietly seductive voice as she lifted one of the drapes aside for him to enter and then let it fall closed again behind him.
It took only a moment for David to slip the long silken garment he found inside over his clothes, covering himself from his neck to the floor, and then he stepped outside again.
"No, no," the girl chided him playfully. "You're not allowed to wear anything underneath. You can leave your things in there and they will be taken care of."
Slightly embarrassed for no reason he could think of, David stripped himself naked under the jalaba in the cubicle and reappeared outside the drapes where she knelt down in front of him and put soft slippers that felt good on his feet.
"I didn't know it was going to be a costume party," David said in surprise when the girl handed him a fancily decorated face-mask.
"Not everyone will be in costume," she answered mysteriously.
Secretly he was glad for the disguise in case he should ever be recognized later by other guests.
"Now I'll take you to the master," the girl in her musical voice said, playing her part perfectly.
Harvey Sears really does things up right, David was thinking as they approached a partitioned off section of the room he had noticed before. It was the third night Sears had had Angela, and David was glad his ordeal would soon be over though he had to admit he was looking forward to the promised time with Jeanette Sawyer. He rounded the end of the wood partition and caught his first sight of the circle of guests in various positions of sitting and lying around the long oval table covered with mounds of exotic foods most of which he had never seen before. At the far end of the table on a raised platform padded with pillows of all shapes and colors, sat Sears dressed in a brilliant blue silk robe like the one David wore, but embellished with tiny inlaid mirrors and golden dancing women in thick relief all over the surface of the material.
Harvey greeted him like a close friend and motioned for him to find a comfortable place to sit. Everyone was eating and talking in a low voice all at once, not paying the smallest attention to David as he sat down and looked them over one at a time.
Sears waited until he saw that David had relaxed a little in the surroundings, smiling in secret satisfaction to himself as he remembered what he had in store for the unsuspecting young husband.
"These are all old friends of mine," he spoke at length in a harsh voice out of keeping with his appearance in the exotic setting. He pointed to a man with a pencil moustache whose otherwise handsome face was marred by a permanent crooked smile that distorted his mouth into an ugly leer. "My chief advisor for parties in the Moroccan Room, Abdul. Next to him, our star performer for tonight, Eddie the Jockey."
David looked with repulsion at the diminutive little man in a red costume with tight trousers, looking like a dwarf from a royal court. His face was sinister-looking with dark squinting eyes and short-cropped dark hair. David could not avoid noticing the heavy bulge at the midget's loins indicating he must have a penis of considerable proportions.
Harvey Sears was about to continue with the names of the other people sitting and lying around the low table when another gong sounded, inside the huge room this time.
"It's time for our special show for tonight to begin," Sears announced. "Abdul, pass our guest the water-pipe."
David had noticed the bubbling hookah with large lumps of a substance that looked like charcoal heaped at the top, and without questioning it, he put the ivory mouthpiece between his lips and drew the cool smoke into his lungs as he had seen the others do. He was almost positive what they were smoking was hashish, and though he had never smoked the forbidden drug before this, he had often wanted to try it. Harvey Sears had promised him an interesting time with his own mistress before he was to pretend to pay the ransom for his wife Angela and take her back home, and it was beginning to look like he had been telling the truth.
As the conscience-killing hashish began to work on his mind, the shapely brunette who had showed David into the room appeared on a little raised platform a few feet away from the table and began a sinuously seductive dance to the strange music coming from behind a flimsy curtain. He watched spellbound with the others as she gradually removed her scanty clothing until she was dancing in front of them completely naked, a light-show of vivid colors playing over her well-formed breasts and softly contoured belly as well as on the curtain behind her. The costumed young husband found himself becoming aroused by the openly suggestive movements she was making, ending up by writhing on the floor on her back as though some invisible man were lying over her making love to her passionately. He could hear the . men around him grunting in pleasure as her flaring hips raised rhythmically from the floor as if to meet the imaginary downward-thrusting penis she was responding to in her trance, her buttocks beneath flattening out each time they touched the wood and her pinkly little nipples on her breasts jiggling lewdly from her movements. Her long dark hair was swirling around her head wildly as it flailed insanely from side to side, an expression of utter abandon on her face. Finally the music came to an abrupt stop and she lay briefly before them in an attitude of complete exhaustion and satiety. Then the lights stopped flickering over her prostrate form and she was blocked from their view by the second curtain which swept forward separating her from their view.
David was panting heavily as he still sucked on the water pipe, the colors going on in his head and his body becoming lighter feeling with every passing moment. Then the sound of the gong came to his ears again, and he turned to look at the platform.
"Now we'll see the main show for the evening. A multi-media presentation deisgned by the talented Abdul," Sears said into David's ear with a grin. "After this you can have your little fling with Jeanette," he added with a note of promise in his voice.
The curtain raised to the sides again, and on the white curtain in back the blurred images of a movie in progress began. In the confused state the strong drug was causing in his mind, David could not at first make out what was going on, then he realized that in reality the movie was on a huge television screen on the other side of the flimsy material, and the flitting images of colored light on the curtain itself were obscuring the details. He strained his eyes, but he could only discern that it was a couple making love, their faces and bodies so fuzzy he could not be sure what they were doing to each other. He heard a movement at the table to his right and turned to see the man Sears had called Eddie the Jockey quietly leaving by way of a separation in the drapes behind him. David wondered where he was going just as the spectacle was getting more interesting, but his thoughts quickly came back to the TV screen as he heard the sound adjusted to a louder volume, bringing the moaning, incoherently mumbling sounds of the wantonly screwing couple to his ears. God, whoever the woman is must be getting the fucking of her life, David thought to himself.
Suddenly the white curtain in front was pulled aside and he could see clearly now the figures on the screen which must have been at least six feet across. The man was lewdly sucking with his lips at the woman's vagina!
She was going helplessly beneath him as his tongue lashed serpent-like again and again into her eagerly upturned loins, turning her into a mass of squealing and squirming helpless desire from his patient ministrations.
David licked his lips suddenly becoming very dry and peered closely at the obscenely gyrating figures on the screen. He could tell that the man in the picture was Harvey Sears when he got a good profile view of him, but he wondered who the hot-blooded bitch thrashing wildly beneath him was. He would sure like to get his hands on her for a couple of hours he was thinking.
Angela Martin was standing off to one side of the platform when the videotape started, out of sight of the group sitting with Harvey Sears. After the debasing and humiliating acts she had been forced to submit to during the last seventy two hours, she no longer had the will to resist the woman who had dressed her in nothing but a mask and led her almost in a stupor to this room and left her standing in readiness for whatever was held in store for her.
After she had been brutally raped in her own apartment three days before, she had been brought here and been subjected to an endless series of perversely lewd sexual orgies which had left her feeling weak and ashamed. She had despaired of ever seeing her husband David again, and had become as servile and docile as a slave in some ancient harem, ready and available for whatever new whim came over her masters.
Now as she stared blankly at the obscene pictures on the screen in her line of vision, she was suddenly startled to recognize herself in a scene from the first night in this nightmare of a house where she was a prisoner.
She was standing in the picture with her back pressed back tightly against the door of the room she had been locked in, the man with her stripping his clothes from his body. She wanted to close her eyes and shut out this repetition of the horror of that moment, but she was dazed and almost hypnotized by the scene unfolding before her. It suddenly seemed to her that it was happening all over again right at that moment as she watched.
It took but a second until Harvey Sears stood in front of her completely naked, his thick hard cock standing out from beneath the slight paunch he was beginning to develop like the menacing shaft of a heavy blunt lance. He faced her with a lewd grin on his lips and began stroking the heavy uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the huge bulbous head.
"Like that, honey?" he said in a voice made soft by the turned-down volume on the television receiver. He was smiling obscenely, obviously enjoying the brutal torment he was subjecting her to.
"Bet your husband never had anything like that to stuff in you," he continued tormenting her, watching the contorted expressions of paralyzing fear cross over her face like some great tidal wave of darkness. Angela on the screen tried to speak, but she couldn't. She was completely frozen against the door as she watched the lewd man still stroking himself before her. Against her will, her eyes dropped again to the hard fleshy instrument he was holding in his hand.
My God, it was thick!
In spite of her fear, she found her mind wondering how a woman could take such a thing inside her without being split completely apart. He was built and he knew it, and stood for a long time reveling in the fear the tremendous size of his cock was bringing to her eyes.
He started slowly toward her, and Angela involuntarily flinched as though what she was seeing on the television screen was happening to her at this very moment all over again.
"Don't t-touch me," she heard her voice stammer from the low-tuned speaker. She was immobilized by her fear as she realized he was going to ravish her helpless body no matter how she pleaded with him not to do it.
She was still dressed in the indecent, revealing gold cut-out brassiere and panties her abductors had put on her drugged body that first afternoon, and she instinctively moved her arms to cover her nakedly exposed breasts from his leering, obscene face.
"I like seeing you like that, baby," he growled. "But now it's time to get naked. Are you going to take 'em off, or do I have to do it for you?"
Watching herself on the flickering screen, Angela's heart was pounding as she remembered how helpless she had felt at that moment. There had been nothing she could do against his strength. She had been alone and completely at his mercy to do as he wished.
He reached out with his thick meaty hands and with a quick sudden jerk drew her nearly naked body up hard against him, cupping her face in his palms. With an evil triumphant grin he pressed his wet lips tightly down on hers, thrusting his tongue deep into the vainly protesting depths of her mouth. She stood limply in front of him feeling the hardness of his penis digging into the naked softness of her stomach. Then his hands left her face and snaked around her body and down to her firmly rounded buttocks behind, kneading and pinching lewdly at the almost panty-less flesh before he ripped with his thumbs at the thin narrow string holding the flimsy garment in place and it fell in a tiny heap to the floor around her ankles. The open-front brassiere came next and she heard him mutter a faint sigh as he dropped it to the floor and moved his head back in appreciation at the way her completely exposed breasts remained standing out voluptuously in the air toward him.
There was nothing left. She stood before him completely naked like a love-goddess while he panted in front of her. She was swaying dangerously, almost losing her balance as she felt his powerful fingers grip her upper arm and force her to move toward the bed in the room. The sudden wet contact as he again pressed his lips onto hers sent a chill racing the length of her spine and she automatically tried to back away from him. The edge of the bed caught her behind the knees and she sprawled flat on her back, her legs opening wide as she landed.
Harvey Sears leaped forward and caught her in that position as she kicked to close her legs. He clamped his sweating palms against the soft insides of her thighs and held her as she had landed. Legs spread wide apart and eyes open wide in abject terror, she struggled valiantly, but it was a hopeless one-sided battle. She could see him hunched on all fours down between her widespread thighs grinning up at her between her proudly upstanding breasts like a beast of prey ready to pounce on its helpless, fear-stricken victim and devour it in savage feast. The moist pink flesh of her nakedly exposed vagina was presented up to his leering face in defenseless sacrifice.
He placed his palms flat against the insides of her thighs his thumbs resting on the soft fleshy outer-lips of her cunt. Then with a slow torturing outward movement of his thumbs he drew the pinkly layered lips slowly apart helplessly exposing the glistening cuntal slit to the mercy of his gaze. He watched it greedily for a moment and then, with an animal-like groan, dropped his head and buried the full length of his tongue lizard-like into the moistly flowering mouth of her warm pussy.
Now as Angela stood off to one side of the TV screen watching the ravishment she had suffered at Harvey Sears' hands earlier, she was dimly aware of a slight throbbing beginning deep in her loins. Her own voice from the TV set jerked her attention back to what was happening there.
"Oh God! Oooh, ohhhhh!" her screen image was whimpering before Sears' depraved attack. Her head was up off the mattress, watching in horrified disbelief that this nightmare was actually happening to her as his head rocked lewdly up and down in greedy feast between her legs below.
"No, no, nooo," she moaned over and over to herself, in undisguised humiliation, her head falling back and flailing helplessly from side to side on the mattress as his tongue speared in and out of the involuntarily dilating lips of her cunt. In spite of her terror and revulsion at the horrible things being done to her defenselessly wide-held pussy, tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure began to ripple down deep in her naked belly and her arms lay tensed at her sides while her softly mounded breasts quivered from the torturous buffeting her body was undergoing. His hands reached up over the white flatness of her belly and dug harshly into their fleshy sponginess, his lingers rolling the hardening nipples between them in unrelenting fury.
Angela watched her helplessly trapped image on the screen as she lay frozen in abject submission to the depraved outrages the gambling boss was subjecting her to. From the loudspeaker she could hear the moist wet sucking noises Harvey Sears had made at her openly spread vagina, and great tears of humiliation and shame welled up in her eyes. Random crazy pictures of her handsome young husband flickered through her shocked and dazed mind, and she was thinking she would never be able to face him again after allowing her body to be used by that cruel inhuman man hunched on his knees down between her trembling thighs. Thank God he would never have to know! she thought. "Oooh, God, don't please don't!" her own voice came to her ears again, and she felt the inner walls of her unwilling vagina flooding with warmth as she looked back at the picture on the screen.
His hands lifting under the backs of her knees, Harvey Sears pushed them up and over her body so the kneecaps touched her breasts and exposed the whole flat plane of her loins to his lustful view. He grinned lewdly and flicked the tip of his tongue into the tight little puckered mouth of her anus nestled just below the opening of her cunt.
She whimpered under him, trying desperately to screw her buttocks back down from the hot moist tongue licking mercilessly into the rubbery ring of her anus.
"Agggh," she groaned again as tiny goose bumps rippled across her quivering belly and softly heaving breasts.
She was sobbing helplessly before his attack, and then suddenly, despite her revulsion and humiliation, her body began to desert her. Her buttocks jerked back involuntarily at the darting tongue sending wicked spasms of pulsing sensation coursing through her raw nerve-endings. She was clenching her teeth tightly together and fighting with all her will against the tiny licking sparks that threatened to burst into sudden uncontrollable flames and devour her in her vulnerability.
But it was a losing battle as Harvey Sears continued to lick ceaselessly at her nakedly splayed loins below. And then, after a moment of long desperate struggle within her tortured and confused mind, the restraining dam burst.
Her shamelessly aroused body suddenly jerked spasmodically and began a slow abandoned movement up against his lewdly thrusting tongue. Her hands involuntarily curled down into his hair with a soul-stirring moan from deep in her chest. She had forgotten her thoughts of her husband, forgotten the humiliation. All that mattered now were the delicious shafts of pleasure piercing through her flesh like tiny pricking needles of fire.
Harvey Sears sensed the sudden submissive surrender he had been watching and waiting for and with a savage grin again thrust his tongue deeper into the moistly quivering sheath of her vagina. She was his now, he gloated feeling the soft silky pubic hairs grazing tantalizingly against the tip of his nose and the sides of his cheeks. She was grinding her buttocks in a slow hypnotic rhythm up against his face, pained contortions of pleasure twisting her features as she clenched her eyes shut and bared her lips back over the even whiteness of her teeth.
The look of abandoned wanton animality Angela saw come over her face on the television screen so shamed and embarrassed her as she watched the replay of that first awful night, that she was forced to close her eyes to block out the view. She stood where she was off to one side of the raised platform, feeling the unbidden ripples of sensual excitement once more coursing thrillingly over her newly awakening body. She knew then she was lost forever to the world of her ordinary life. She had become just as depraved and lustful as her captors, and never again would she be able to return to her previous existence. She kept her eyes tightly clenched as the obscene sounds continued in her ears, unable to shut out from her mind the lewd images even though she could no longer see the screen.
My God, that girl, whoever she was, David was thinking as he watched from his position out front, was really going out of her mind. He wondered casually if it was one of Harvey Sears' women now somewhere in the room. He wished they would focus the screen better. This was too good to be missed, and the image was just fuzzy enough that he couldn't make out the girl's face. Then he remembered that in just a little while he would be getting his hands on the red-haired Jeanette, and he would give her the fucking of her life after watching this exciting scene. He noticed idly that other images, probably color slides from a projector were now flashing alternately on one side of the curtain and then the other. They were pictures of other couples in various obscenely abandoned positions of intercourse, and it was difficult for him to know where to look. He took the mouthpiece of the water pipe now being offered to him again and absent-mindedly sucked in the cool smoke as he watched, his mind almost reeling out of control from the effect of the hashish.
Suddenly, the volume seemed to increase to much louder and his attention was pulled back to the television screen.
"Spread your legs wide, honey, I'm coming in now," he heard Sears' voice say from the speaker.
Quivering, half in fear and half in anticipation, the blonde girl on the screen opened her thighs wider apart. Harvey levered up over her, his arms stiff, his hands resting on her shoulders. He dropped one hand down between his fingers and guided it forward, using the thick rubbery head to part the full, fleshy lips of her cunt. She turned the back of her head to the camera on the mattress, shuddering as she felt its soft electrical contact against the sensitively tingling edges of her moistening pussy.
"Ohhhh," she breathed as she felt the first harsh pressure against the tight elastic opening of her vagina.
He pushed.
"Aaaaagh," she coughed as the huge blood-filled tip slipped through, stretching cruelly the tight rubbery opening until it seemed as though her thighs were splitting apart from the relentless outward pressure.
"Ohhh, God no, please! You're hurting me, you're hurting me!" She was suddenly screaming almost at the top of her voice as she jerked her eyes open in fear and saw his evil sadistic grin above her. He was enjoying watching her suffer beneath the cruelty of his ceaseless penetration of her cunt.
Suddenly, the grin on his face faded and a contorted expression of sheer raw lust replaced it. He obviously could stand it no more, watching this innocent young housewife lying helplessly spread-eagled beneath him with the head of his cock disappearing slowly up into the hair-fringed flesh of her pussy.
He fell forward, his weight smashing her full, firmly fleshed breasts back against her chest. At the same time, he thrust his hips forward and his long thick cock slipped into her cunt like a battering ram, forcing its way up through the soft moist flesh of her vaginal walls in rippling waves before it. There was no stopping it until with a loud groan his balls smacked heavily into the upturned cheeks of her tightly clenched buttocks.
My God, she's really getting it! David gasped in his inner mind as he unknowingly watched the woman who was his wife being savagely skewered by Harvey Sears' hugely expanded cock. He felt his own penis naked beneath the loose garment he was wearing, jerk wildly and begin climbing up toward complete erection. He continued to watch as Sears began a slow rocking motion between the young girl's out-stretched thighs, ignoring her cries of painful protest.
Before long her whole body was twitching and writhing beneath him on the screen as she groaned up at him incessantly. Low hums of passionate servile acceptance began coming in torrents from deep in her chest, her face contorted with passion, mouth working, neck straining, nostrils flared, a light perspiration breaking out on her forehead under the now disheveled blonde hair.
David was watching with undisguised intensity of excitement as the scene went on and on before his eyes, the girl who had started off obviously reluctant to have it happen to her gradually losing control as her body responded to the lewdly impaling rod of flesh stroking into her.
Then without warning the midget called Eddie the Jockey stepped out from the curtain on the left of the TV screen. The others in the room made noises of surprise and admiration at the short man not more than four feet tall who stood before them completely naked, his still soft cock relatively huge to the size of his slightly deformed body. It was hanging down almost to his knees, and it was obvious he was proud of it as he took it in both his hands and began stroking it in a slow obscene motion to make it harden, nodding his head to an unseen person on the opposite side of the giant television screen.
David glanced at the screen again as he waited to see who would appear on the platform with the midget, watching Harvey Sears still slaving above the wildly thrashing blonde girl on the screen. He had moved into longer smooth strokes that brought his cock almost all the way out of her clasping vagina on the backstroke and then thrusting forward into her uplifted buttocks again until his heavy balls smacked up against the unprotected crevice of her ass-cheeks. He grinned at a thought of further humiliation and slid his fingers down over the tautly stretched skin of her buttocks and found the small puckered anus cradled defenselessly below. He pushed into it with a sudden quick movement of his middle finger, the soft rubbery flesh yielding before his attack.
"Ohhhh," she gasped, the sound tumbling from her lips in pained anguish. He thrust harder and she groaned louder this time from the further outrage against her defenseless anus.
The deep guttural noises coming from her chest slowed into whimpers of pain for a moment and then slowly subsided to be replaced by greater moans of pleasure as her anus slowly became accustomed to the strange unnatural invasion. Sears smiled a smile of triumph as she began slowly screwing her rectum back on his finger while he probed methodically around in the warm rubbery depths. She was impaled between his hard throbbing cock in her vagina and his finger shoved tightly in her asshole. And now, mewling and moaning beneath him, she began twisting and squealing in abandon under the double ravishment of her loins.
David was sweating and breathing heavily from the effect of the lust-inciting sight he was viewing and the hashish he had smoked.
Then, crossing between him and the screen he was watching, a slim, graceful blonde girl in a gold mask stepped across the platform toward the waiting midget.
It looked like the same girl who was in the movie he was watching!
He gasped in appreciation of her lushly rounded curvaceous body as she walked before his very eyes completely naked except for the mask he guessed she was wearing to disguise her identity. Her eyes were staring in wide-open fascination and muted terror at the monstrous thick cock Eddie the Jockey had by now worked up to unbelievably full proportions.
By God, I'd love to get into that for a little while, he was thinking to himself. He felt a momentary pang of conscience as he thought of his wife Angela, and how he had turned her over to Harvey Sears in payment of his gambling debt to him, but quickly shoved the guilt into the back of his mind, unable to bear the obscene mental pictures of her helpless body trapped under his like the girl in the movie.
As David watched spellbound by the young girl's innocent-looking body, the jockey stepped over to her, still slowly stroking his fully expanded penis up and down. With his other hand he ran up the inside of her tautly fleshed white thigh all the way to the wetness of her barely visible pink cuntal lips, and his head at the level of her softly flaring hips dropped to let his thick wet lips slip over her tender skin. His lewdly trailing tongue left a glistening path behind it as he licked into her tiny navel and then passed on around her wasp-like waistline to kiss and nibble at the smooth oval cheeks of her buttocks, dipping briefly down into the narrow crevice between them.
After her first twinge of revulsion and fear at being openly fondled by the grotesque midget, his tongue slithering obscenely over her sensitive skin, Angela felt tiny quivering sensations of excitement up between her thighs. After all she had been through in the last three days, the inner urge she felt to protect herself from further humiliation and debasement at the hands of her captors no longer seemed worth the effort, and she stood docilely on the platform as the jockey explored the secret indentations and hollows of her voluptuously curved body. Her body had betrayed her into wantonly and recklessly enjoying the obscene acts she had been forced into so often that she had little reason left to oppose this further degradation.
Finally she felt his moistly burning lips and digging fingers leave her now trembling body and his harsh voice came to her ears.
'This one's a hot little bitch," he announced to the others in the room around the table. "Notice her sweet round ass, the ripe tits, her tight little pussy. And wouldn't you like to fuck into her pouting pink mouth?" he grinned lewdly out at them. He was obviously enjoying his public role of investigating the bodily charms of this fresh unspoiled blonde. Then, still stroking his monstrously swollen cock, the midget snapped the fingers of his left hand.
Angela could feel her cheeks burning from shame at his words. He was talking about her as if she were a piece of horse-flesh being auctioned off to the highest bidder! Still, she was more relieved than she had ever been when he signalled for another woman to be brought onto the platform with them, glancing with trepidation and anxiety at the size of his rigidly distended penis. She didn't see how anyone could take its thickness inside her without being torn apart, and she hoped she was going to be spared that pain and anguish.
A tall, red-haired woman joined her in front of the coarsely mumbling group of men, her face hidden behind an orange mask like the gold one Angela was wearing.
Once again the man called Eddie the Jockey ran his rough hand over the fresh new body offered to his touch, reaching up to grasp the redhead's already swollen nipples between his thumb and forefinger, kneading and pinching at the tender pink buds alternately and then stretching himself onto his toes to take one of them wetly into his mouth. He sucked and nipped painfully at her quiveringly erect flesh for a long moment, his right hand continuing to jerk rhythmically up and down on his lust-hardened rod touching the softness of her belly, while his left hand roamed at will over the trembling half-moon of her milk-white buttocks, and then abruptly he stood back away from her and gazed insolently at her. The nipple he had been clasping in his thick lips shone wetly in the colors reflected from the continuing light show flashing around them, and the redhead's softly mounded breasts and naked belly were heaving in obvious arousal as he gave his appraisal to the onlookers.
"In my opinion, another good screw," he began. "She probably needs a good, well-hung man to satisfy her, but it would be worth at least a hundred dollars."
Sitting in front of the platform, David was sure he recognized the red-haired woman! It was Jeanette, Harvey Sears' mistress! Almost at the same moment the realization hit him, he heard Sears whisper hoarsely into his ear as he leaned across the table.
"Here's your chance, Davey-boy," he almost growled. "You can take your pick free and that one's Jeanette." He grinned obscenely before sitting back against his cushions to observe David's reaction.
So that was it, David thought. These voluptuous young beauties were going to be auctioned off to the highest bidder, as if it were a sale of slave-girls in days of old. He let his eyes pass back and forth between the soft, young blonde and the sultry redhead, unable to make up his mind which one looked more promising.
At that moment he heard the midget smack his lips obscenely and watched as the dark-haired girl who had led him into the room walked out to join the other two women. She had removed her scanty clothing and now stood nakedly exposed before the eyes of all the men in the room. David shook his head to try clearing his drug-blurred vision and focused his attention on her.
Still standing like a submissive servant girl on the platform, Angela saw the jockey drop to his knees in front of the third girl and lick his lips lewdly as he looked up at the soft dark curls lining her vagina presenting itself so close to his upturned face. Without warning, he thrust his head forward and buried it serpent-like up between the pinkly quivering outer folds of her cunt. The girl gasped at the sudden heat burning in her pussy below, and her fingers reflexively tangled in the midget's coarse hair and pulled his face even tighter to her loins. His right hand left his stiffly jerking cock below, and he grasped both of her firmly clenching buttocks in his digging fingers so hard that the soft doughy flesh squeezed out between them in white ridges. The dark-haired girl had her eyes clenched tightly shut, and she bent her knees slightly to each side of his jerking head below to give him greater access to her warmly pulsating cunt, her uninhibited moans of pleasure filling the air in the room.
Angela watched in total disbelief as the midget obscenely licked into the girl's already slightly swiveling loins. The dark-haired girl was abandoning herself completely to his lewd ministrations in front of everyone present! It looked as though she might even have an orgasm at any moment. But then just as abruptly as he had begun, the midget tore his mouth away from her wetly glistening vagina and stood back. The girl was helplessly writhing her deserted body before him, tightly gripping her upper thighs together in a vain attempt to extinguish the passionate fires he had just ignited inside her excitedly squirming pussy.
Panting heavily from his effort, his lips shining wetly, Eddie the Jockey grasped his lust-thickened rod of flesh once more in his fingers and jerked the loose outer skin quickly up and down as he spoke in a low harsh voice. "A bargain for one hundred and fifty bucks," he grunted in appreciation, raising his arm for the next girl to be offered up for sale.