Sister's rape lesson



Who can judge a person's reactions during stress situations? The prisoners of war who give in to their captors' demands, the kidnapped heiress who joins forces with her abductors -- both must make decisions in a vacuum, without benefit of familiar people or situations to guide them. The end result can be either a very negative or a positive experience.

In SISTER'S RAPE LESSON Tracy Dixon finds herself in just such a situation. Handed over by her older sister to a depraved man who feasts on innocent young girls, Tracy finds all her beliefs and moral standards put to the test. Raised strictly by her parents, she has never questioned their small-town values and has accepted all they have taught her as truth -- especially their teachings concerning sex. Now she must decide for herself what is right and what is wrong for her. Confronted with new values, she must judge their validity, accept or reject them. Her situation has become a positive experience, something that will change her life, hopefully for the better.

SISTER'S RAPE LESSON -- the story of a young girl who is forced to come to terms with her own nature. A novel of significance for our ever-changing society.



Tracy Dixon crossed her pretty legs and looked about her with an expression of nervousness. Although she had been warned by her sister Maggie of what to expect in the offices of Parker and Hudson, she still had not been ready for the lush carpeted offices where famous people passed casually.

She had already noticed a couple of television personalities and some faces that she'd never seen before except in newspapers or in magazines.

"Miss Dixon," the willowy blonde secretary spoke sharply. "Mr. Hudson will see you now."

Tracy tried to control her nervousness as she walked from the waiting room into the inner office of Mr. Hudson. Maggie had told her all about him except how young he was. Tracy was surprised to see a handsome young man seated behind the big desk.

"Have a seat," he said. "I'll be with you in just a second."

Tracy sat across from him and crossed her legs again. She hoped she looked all right. She had always considered herself pretty. She had long blonde hair and very blue eyes and a figure that drove men wild. She had thought herself pretty enough to land any job but she'd already seen a few fantastic-looking women working in the office.

Mr. Hudson finished working with the papers in front of him and he looked up.

"Hello again," he said. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting. We've just been so busy lately."

"I understand," Tracy said.

"So you want a position with us," he said. "What are you qualified for?"

"I've had two years of college," she said. "I can type and take shorthand."

"We have too many typists and people who can take shorthand already," he said. "In fact, we really have all the people we need in the secretarial capacity."

"I don't understand," Tracy said. "Maggie said you needed new people."

"Of course we do," he said. "But not as secretaries. We have a lot of different openings around here. For different types of girls. How would you like a job as an extra on one of our sets?"

"Sets?" she asked.

"Of course," he said. "I'd forgotten you're right out of the country. A set is really just a photograph we take. For our advertisements. You know we're on our way to becoming one of the top advertising firms in the country."

"Maggie told me a little," Tracy said. "But you mean you want me to pose?"

"Something like that," he said. "We have a spot open for a healthy-looking girl. One of those fun in the sun type things. I think you'd be perfect if you look good in a bikini."

Tracy found herself blushing red under his hot stare. This interview was not going at all like she'd expected. She'd gotten herself all ready to give statistics on how fast she could type, her shorthand, her prowess on office machinery. She didn't want to talk about her looks in a bikini.

"I'll tell you what," he said. "I can make the final decision today. Why don't you strip down to your undies and I can judge if you're right for the part?"

"What?" Tracy's reaction brought her half out of her chair. "I'll do no such thing. What kind of person do you think I am?"

"You're Maggie's sister," he said. "I certainly didn't think you'd be shy."

"Well you can have your filthy job," Tracy said.

Tracy stormed out of his office with her face still blushing an angry red. Her parents had warned her about that kind of big city interview. She could hardly wait until she got home to Maggie and told her what he'd said.

Maggie was a good girl. She would quit her job immediately and tell that Hudson pervert what she thought of him. That was what Maggie would do.

Tracy was still angry when she put the key into the door of Maggie's apartment. She didn't bother about calling out because she knew that Maggie was supposed to be working that afternoon. Working. Tracy said the word out loud with a great deal of bitterness.

Tracy had had great dreams about working in the big city. She'd had dreams of being a secretary to some important man and being always on the go to exciting places and doing exciting things. Instead she'd been asked to take her clothes off like some common slut.

She was so angry she decided she would fix herself a drink. She had never had a drink before coming to visit Maggie. Her parents were very strict and there were few places to drink in a small town without getting caught.

Maggie had fixed her some sort of sweet drink the night before that had been delicious and had made her feel good. She thought she could remember how it was made.

She heard the noise as she passed Maggie's bedroom. It was a squeaking sound that was barely audible. Her first thought was of burglars. Maggie had told her that a lot of the girls' apartments had been broken into. The burglars seemed to know when the girls were working.

She stopped outside Maggie's door. She looked toward the phone but she was afraid to move. What if the burglar heard her? What if he was some kind of animal that also raped girls besides breaking into apartments?

Then she heard laughter and it sounded like Maggie's. Maggie must have come home early. Tracy remembered her anger and she didn't bother knocking. She opened the door with a greeting that died on her lips.

It was Maggie all right, but Maggie wasn't alone. Maggie was naked on her knees in the middle of the big bed. Maggie had her back to Tracy. A short, squat man with burly features stood on the bed facing Tracy. His eyes were closed and there was a look of intense pleasure on his face.

Tracy couldn't move. She had never been so shocked. Her sister was moving her blonde head up and down very rapidly. Tracy couldn't see what Maggie was doing but she could hear the sounds. The soft smacking sounds of Maggie's lips. There was no doubt about what Maggie was doing.

Of course, Tracy knew what was happening. She just couldn't believe it. She had attended a small-town school where there had been the usual talk about bad girls. The bad girls allowed a boy to put his hand on her breast or feel up her thigh. It took a really degenerate girl to do what Maggie was doing.

"Oh my God," Tracy said softly.

Tracy was horrified but she couldn't make herself leave. Maggie's blonde head was moving faster and faster and the man groaned.

"That's a good girl, Maggie," he said. "Suck me. Suck right up! Ohhhhh, Maggggggie!"

The man opened his eyes and saw Tracy standing there. He gave her a smile, showing all of his white teeth. Tracy thought that he was really a vulgar-looking man. He had black hairs all over his chest and his bulging muscles gave him the look of a construction worker.

"Why hello there," he said. "Would you care to join us?"

Maggie jerked her head away and turned to look at her younger sister. Her face paled. Tracy turned her head away in disgust because she had seen a spot of white at the corner of Maggie's mouth that could only be one thing.

"Tracy," Maggie said. "What are you doing here?"

Tracy backed out of the room with her eyes tightly closed. She made it to the couch before she had to sit down. Her knees felt weak.

A few moments later Maggie and the man came out of the bedroom. The man had his clothes on so Tracy was spared the humiliation of actually seeing the place between his legs.

Maggie had a robe wrapped around her.

"Tracy," Maggie said softly. "Tracy, baby, it's not what you think."

"I saw you." Tracy said. "I know what it was." Tracy put her head in her hands and sobbed softly. She heard the front door open and now and she knew that the man had left. It was only then that she could bring herself to raise her head and look at her sister.

"How could you?" Tracy asked. "How could you do that to that awful man? It's disgusting."

Maggie's face got hard.

"It's not that disgusting," Maggie said. "Actually he tasted pretty good!"

Tracy stared at her sis in disbelief. Then she put her hands over her face again. Her entire body racked with her sobs. Maggie had always been the good sister. Maggie had been the cheerleading sweetheart, the girl voted most likely to get someplace in the world.

How could she do something like that?

Maggie waited until Tracy had cried herself out. Maggie knew what Tracy was feeling. Maggie had felt it herself when she had first come to the city. She'd been smart and pretty and full of ambition.

The problem was that the city was full of smart, pretty girls with ambition. A girl had to work hard to get anywhere. Maggie got tired of the many interviews where all the man wanted was a little pussy.

Finally her money and her patience had worn out. There was only one way to get a really good-paying job in that city. That was the beginning of her career. She decided that the next man who asked would get what he wanted. Maggie had won her job on the office couch of Gary Hudson.

He had finished with her, given her a pat on her well-rounded ass, and told her to report in the morning. It had been as simple as that. She had clawed and fucked her way up to the highest-paid worker in the office. It was rumored that before long, with her brains and her body, she would be offered an administrative job.

"It's all right, Tracy," Maggie said soothingly.

"It's not all right," Tracy said. "It's horrible. I've been propositioned today and then I come home and find you... Oh, it's so horrible, Maggie."

Maggie opened her arms and allowed her sister to place her wet face against her shoulder. She patted Tracy's back as Tracy's tear gates opened again.

"Cry it all out, baby," Maggie said. "Then we'll talk."

It seemed like a long time before Tracy could gain control of herself again. Her cheeks were streaked with her tears as she finally managed to quit sobbing. She pushed herself away from her sister.

"How could you?" Tracy asked again.

"Let me fix you a drink," Maggie said.

Tracy didn't speak as she watched her sister cross to the bar and mix the drink. Tracy wondered that she had never noticed the bouncy way her sister had started walking. Like a whore showing off her merchandise. A jiggle of her full buttocks.

Tracy took the drink and sipped it thankfully. She wanted the sweet sensation that she'd felt the night before. She wanted to forget all that had happened that day.

"So Gary tried to make you," Maggie said.

"Yes," Tracy said.

"What did you do?" Maggie asked.

"What do you think?" Tracy asked. "I told him he could keep his filthy job."

"I don't think you should have done that," Maggie said.

"Why not?" Tracy asked. "I'm not that kind of girl."

"We're all that kind of girl," Maggie laughed. "It just takes some of us longer to find out."

"I can't believe you're saying these things," Tracy said. "You were always a good girl. Maggie."

"I still am," Maggie said casually. "You should ask some of my boyfriends. I'm a very good girl."

"Oh Maggie," Tracy said.

"Listen, Tracy," Maggie said. "I know you're upset now. But you're going to have to grow up and start thinking straight. We're not back in hickville now. We're in the big city and you're going to have to get with it."

"No, I'm not," Tracy said firmly. "Tomorrow I'm going home and I want you to come with me."

"Me?" Maggie questioned incredulously.

"Yes," Tracy said. "I know you're not this kind of girl. You need to get home and get your thinking straightened out. Nobody would ever have to know why..."

"You're nuts," Maggie said. "You're out of your tree. Go home? Why on earth would I want to go home? I'm having a great time."

"But this is not you, Maggie," Tracy protested. "It's not," Maggie said. "I suppose you'd have me with a husband and half a dozen kids hanging onto me."

"Yes," Tracy said. "That wouldn't be so bad."

"Well it might be all you want but it's sure not all I want," Maggie said. "You think about it. I have handsome men escorting me everywhere and I have lots of money. I'm a very lucky girl and you could be also."

"But Maggie," Tracy said.

Maggie placed her fingers over Tracy's lips.

"You just think about it," Maggie said. "You think about that hick town where nothing ever happens. You think about those screaming brats and dirty dishes. Think about it for tonight and tomorrow we'll talk again."

"I'm going home tomorrow," Tracy said.

"Okay," Maggie shrugged. "If it's really what you want. But you think about it tonight."

Tracy thought about it. She spent a sleepless night thinking about it. She really didn't want to go home. The more she thought the less appealing going home sounded. She could already see her parents' "I told you so" looks, and hear the disapproval of their voices.

Besides, it wouldn't be fair running out on Maggie. Maggie was sick. Tracy knew she was because no woman in her right mind would behave like Maggie had behaved. Maggie was sick and she needed help and Tracy was the only one who could give it to her.

Tracy decided she would stay for just those reasons.

She told Maggie at the breakfast table.

"To help me!" Maggie laughed. "Oh my God, that's a good one! To help me! Well if that's what you want then you're welcome."

"Today I get a job," Tracy declared. "I'll get it myself."

"You should go back and see Gary," Maggie said. "Beg him to reconsider."

"Never," Tracy said firmly.

"If you don't," Maggie warned, "you'll never find a good job in this town."

"Yes I will," Tracy said.

Tracy was wrong. She searched all that morning and met with the same leering grins and the same kind of propositions that Gary Hudson had made her. She finally had to lower her sights from a good secretarial position.

Her last interview that morning way for a position as a salesperson at a department store. The manager was a fat, ugly man who smoked cigars.

"I think we can use you, Miss Dixon," the manager said.

She went to work at the candy counter that afternoon. It was hard work. The store was hot and the people were always in a hurry. She ran her legs off until four o'clock when the manager called her back into his office.

"You do good work," he said.

"Thank you," she said.

"I think we can find something better for you," he said.

The fat manager stood up and walked around his desk. He put one puffy hand on her knee. He fondled her knee intimately and a leering smile came across his face.

"Now what kind of position do you think you're suited for, Miss Dixon?" he asked.

"Not what you have in mind," she said.

She slapped his hand off her knee and walked out in a huffy storm. She didn't bother to pick up her one day's pay check. It wouldn't have amounted to enough to take home.

She was tired and angry but she tried to put on a good face. She was supposed to stop by and see Maggie before she went back to the apartment. She had hoped to give Maggie good news about her new job. Now all she could give were a few weak excuses.

Maggie was in her office when Tracy arrived. Maggie's official title was private secretary to Henry Parker. Henry Parker was out of town and Maggie had very little to do. She was bent over some papers another secretary had typed when Tracy entered.

"Sit down, Tracy," Maggie said. "How'd you do?"

"Not so good," Tracy shrugged.

Maggie frowned.

"I told, you. Listen, if you want a good job in this city you have to be nice to the right people." Tracy thought about what her sister said. Maggie had an office of her own. She looked healthy and in good spirits. Her words had some wisdom. Tracy would be an old lady before she got a job in this town.

"I can get you a few minutes with Gary," Maggie said. "One more try."

"What would I have to do?" Tracy asked.

"Anything he wants."

"God," Tracy said. "I don't know if I can go through with something like that. It's so cold-blooded."

"You get used to it," Maggie said. "Should I pick up the phone?"

Tracy looked down at the floor. She could feel herself blushing red under her sister's direct gaze. She wondered what her sister would say if Maggie knew she was a virgin. A virgin. The sound of the word seemed odd in this day and time. She tried to look at things realistically. A girl couldn't keep it forever, could she?

"Yes," Tracy said in a whisper.

"Good girl," Maggie said. "But don't mess it up again or I'll never get you another interview."

Tracy waited about fifteen minutes while Maggie got through to Gary Hudson. It took another fifteen minutes for Maggie to convince Gary to see Tracy again. Tracy was amazed at the sound of Maggie's voice changing when she talked to Gary. Her voice had been businesslike but now it was sweet, low and sexy, promising things in the tone. Maggie finally hung up the phone.

"He'll see you," Maggie said. "Please don't mess it up this time."

"I'll try not to," Tracy said.

"Just do any damn thing he wants," Maggie said. "No matter how far out."

"I'll try," Tracy said again.

"Just do it," Maggie said.

Tracy felt as if she were walking through the room naked as she walked to Gary's office. She could feel a hundred eyes on her. She knew how a lamb felt being led to the slaughter.

She knocked and his voice said come in.

It was exactly as it was yesterday. He waved her to a seat while he finished some papers. Then he looked up. This time he didn't smile at her.

"So you came back," he said.

"Yes," she said.

"Back to me and my filthy job," he said. "You know you made me angry yesterday."

"I'm sorry," she said.

"You should be," he said. "There are hundreds of better-looking girls begging me for jobs. I only met with you because of Maggie. I'm only meeting with you today because of Maggie."

"I appreciate it," she said.

She met his eyes and looked away. She felt a nervous shiver of apprehension go up her spine. His eyes were lustful. He was looking at her the way the boys on the street corner back home had often looked at her.

"I've got no time for games," he said. "Strip down. Let's see what you look like."

She closed her eyes tightly. She kept telling herself that it was all a bad dream. This couldn't be happening to her. She wasn't really in a man's office getting ready to take off her clothes to allow him the use of her body.

But she was. She still felt his hard eyes on her.

"Hurry up, damn it," he said. "I haven't got all day."

She stood up. With nervous fingers she unbuttoned the front of her blouse. She had chosen to wear a frilly black bra that morning and now she was sorry she had, for the bra uplifted her tits and showed off plenty of pink flesh above her bra top.

"Goddamn," Gary whispered softly. "With titties like those you're going to go far in this town."

It was just too disgusting. She couldn't stand it any longer. She grabbed her blouse and started buttoning it back up as she started for the door.

Tears stung her eyes and dimmed her vision.

"Where are you going this time?" Gary asked angrily.

He was such a vulgar man. His eyes were vulgar, his speech was vulgar, even the expensive-looking suits he wore had a vulgar air. She wouldn't stay and be insulted by this man. She wouldn't allow him to do anything to her.

She reached for the door, handle but it turned by itself. Maggie opened the door and gave her a shove back into the room. Tracy watched unbelieving as Maggie closed and locked the door and then stood with her back against it.

"I thought you might try running out," Maggie said. "Well it's no good. You have to stay and face the music."

"I can't," Tracy said.

"You will," Maggie said. "Because you're not leaving this room until he's finished with you."

"You can't mean that," Tracy said.

"I do mean it, though," Maggie said. "You're not leaving until he's done with you."

Tracy thought about rushing her sister and jerking her out of the way but she gave up that idea quickly. Maggie had always been the strong one and Tracy didn't like the look in Maggie's eyes. There was a hard glint there and that meant Maggie might actually enjoy fighting with Tracy.

Tracy backed up until she was in the center of the room again.

"Please don't do this," Tracy begged her sister. "Take your clothes off," Maggie said. "Take your clothes off and show him your body."

There was no mercy in Maggie's face. Tracy shrugged her shoulders and slipped out of the blouse once more. She reached behind her back and unsnapped the bra. It was hard to raise her shoulders and slip the bra off. She could feel her heart beating faster than it ever bad before. She dropped the bra to the floor.

"Goddamn," Gary said softly. "A beautiful pair. Simply beautiful."

"They are nice," Maggie admitted. "Now the rest of your clothes."

"Please," Tracy tried again.

"Do it!" Maggie commanded.

Slowly, nervously, Tracy unzipped her skirt and pulled it off. She kicked off her shoes and hose and then peeled off her red panties. She put her hand in front of her pussy as she felt Gary's hot eyes devouring her.

"Move your hand, Goddamn it," Gary said.

She removed her hand. She allowed him to take his fill of her flawless body, still covered by the pink blush of innocence. She shivered as she saw him lick his lips.

"Goddamn," Gary said. "You're really giving me a hard-on. Come over here."

She didn't want to go behind the desk but Maggie gave her a shove in the small of her back. She found herself walking toward him. She walked around the corner of the desk and stood in front of him.

He put one hot hand on her thigh. He didn't caress her. He simply left his hand there as if he were loving the feel of her flesh.

"You've got a beautiful body," he said. "Such proud, soft titties. And your sweet pussy. Such a sweet, sweet pussy. I bet it tastes like honey."

She jumped as he suddenly bent his head and pressed his face to her pussy. She felt his wet tongue licking at her thighs.

She couldn't stand it. She had to back away from him. He gave her a hurt look, but then he shrugged his shoulders. He took off his tie and unbuttoned the top of his shin. She felt her heart start hammering again as he unbuttoned the stiff shin he wore.

"That's all right," he said softly. "I'll teach you how to love to have your pussy eaten. But first my cock has to sample some of your goods."

"Oh God," she said.

There was no way out for her. Maggie guarded the door and Tracy knew her sister would never allow her to pass. She could scream but then people would come rushing in and she'd die of humiliation.

There was simply nothing to do but watch as he stripped off his clothes. He got down to his shorts and she saw the hard bulge there. She had seen pictures of cocks before but they had never been hard.

She didn't seem to be able to close her eyes as he pulled his shorts down his legs. His already stiff cock sprang up proud and hard. She ran her gaze over it and found her breath becoming short. Surely he couldn't be planning on sticking that monster in her.

She wasn't big enough. She didn't see how any woman could take a thing like that. She could see the heavy hanging balls and she shuddered when she thought of what they were filled with.

"Like to touch it?" he said.

"God no," she said in disgust.

"You're a cold one," he said. "But you're going to learn. In a couple of weeks you'll wonder how you ever did without."

He reached one strong arm around the curve of her buttocks and pulled her to him. Again his face pressed against the inside of her thighs. Again she felt his wet tongue licking her. This time his tongue licked her pussy hairs and the outside of her pussy lips.

"You've got to stop," she said.

He paid no attention to her. He only pressed his face harder against her and his tongue was actually penetrating her cunt. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before. She had caused good feelings there before by experimenting with her fingers but it had never been anything like this.

"Oh God," she said. "You have to stop. You really have to stop."

She didn't know what would have happened if he had kept it up. She was already feeling things that she couldn't control. Hot spasms of fire rocked her body. In a moment she would have been begging him to continue, which was what he wanted.

Gary was too hot to go on. He pushed her back and stood up. He wanted her. He wanted to dip his cock into her fiery pussy and he couldn't wait for her to get warmed up to him.

"Goddamn," he said. "I've got to have you. I've got to fuck you."

He pushed her face-down on his desk. It was a humiliating position for her and she was disgusted by it. She kept telling herself that he didn't mean to actually do it to her, but then she felt his stiff cock against the insides of her thighs.

"Spread apart your legs, baby," he said. "You're going to get fucked like you've never been fucked before."

Perhaps if he'd known she was a virgin he would have been more gentle. She couldn't bring herself to tell him as she felt his hard rod pressing against the outside of her cunt.

"Oh please don't," she begged him. "Please don't put that thing in me."

He wasn't listening. He was pressing his cock hard against her and she felt it tearing through her virgin walls and penetrating her cunt. She felt his hard knob inside her and then the rest of his long shaft entered her cunt.

"Oh Jesusssss," he moaned. "You're so tight. I never believed anyone could be so tight."

He started fucking her. Slowly and rhythmically he would drive his long cock into her cunt and then bring it back out again. Somehow she had expected more. She had expected bells to ring and lots of pain.

There was nothing like that. Only a damned uncomfortable feeling as her tits rubbed against the hard desk. She could feel his heavy balls slapping against her as he entered her pussy.

"Good pussy," he moaned. "Fucking good pussy!"

She realized be was getting more excited as he began to slam his cock into her more rapidly. She closed her eyes mid waited for the sensation of feeling his cum pour into her.

"Oh Jesusssss," he moaned. "Oh Jesus Christ! I'm comingggggg! Oh Jesus, I'm COMINGGGGG!"

He placed his hands underneath her legs and pulled her hard against him as he came. She felt his hot cum pouring into her curt in rapid spurts.

"Good pussy," he said. "Fucking tight pussy." He fell away from her.

"Come here, Maggie," he said.

Tracy turned her head and watched her sister drop down obediently on her knees and lick Gary's cock clean with her tongue and lips.

God, Tracy thought. What have I gotten myself into?

"Here's your new boss," Gary Hudson said. "Work hard and you'll go places."

Tracy had not known what to expect when she had reported that morning. After the day before, she had expected a fire-breathing monster who would tear her clothes off immediately. Instead her boss was to be a tall, willowy redhead.

"I'm Sonia," the redhead said. "I'm not really your boss. I'm just a flunky here too. But I'll show you around and help you get started."

"Well I'll leave you two on your own," Gary said. "And watch out for Sonia, Tracy. She's a wild one."

Sonia gave her boss a soft smile. They stood silently until Gary had, left the room. Then Sonia turned and gave Tracy a hug.

"Whew," Sonia said. "I'm glad the old slave-driver's gone. He only comes down once or twice a month."

Tracy took a nervous glance around the room. It was filled with cameras. There was a backdrop with a picture of the ocean with real sand going into a fake beach. There was a beach towel stretched out on the sand. There was nobody else in the room. No cameras. Somehow she had expected cameras. She asked Sonia about it.

"Oh," Sonia said. "Mostly this is background. The photographer brings a small camera and takes a lot of pictures and then picks out the type the advertisement suits best. Then he does the real work."

"What exactly do I do?" Tracy asked.

Sonia surveyed her with critical eyes.

"First we get you dressed," Sonia said. "I have a pretty blue bikini that will suit you fine."

The bathing suit was even smaller than she expected. The top exposed plenty of her breasts and just barely covered her pink nipples. If the bottom had gone another half-inch lower her blonde pussy hairs would have been exposed.

"Whew," Sonia whistled as she explored Tracy's body with her eyes. "You fit a bathing suit nicely. I think they're going to like these shots."

She hadn't known what to expect. What she got was very hard work under bright lights that almost burned. She was positioned in so many ways that she believed her bones were going to break.

There were two men taking pictures and it seemed to Tracy that they took a million. She was glad when one of them finally told her that the last one had been taken.

She found Sonia reading a book in the dressing room.

"Two o'clock," Sonia said, looking down at her watch. "They've really worked you. You look beat."

"I am beat," Tracy admitted.

"Poor baby," Sonia clucked sympathetically. "I know how it is. I modeled for a couple of years before I got this job. I know what will help."

"You do?" Tracy questioned. "I don't really think so. I feel as if I'd been run over by a truck."

"I have something that will help," Sonia said. Sonia left the room but she returned in just a few minutes. She had a drink in her hand and she held out a red pill to Tracy.

"Take this," Sonia said.

"What is it?" Tracy asked.

"Just take it," Sonia said. "Consider it medicine. It'll take the aches and pains away."

Tracy took the pill, for she didn't believe that Sonia would do anything to hurt her. Immediately a warmth began spreading through her body. The pill did make her feel better.

"Now lay down on the massage table," Sonia said. "I'll take some of the kinks out of your back and shoulders."

Tracy was feeling too good to argue. She stretched out on the massage table on her stomach. She felt Sonia's capable hands rubbing her neck and shoulders. She slowly forgot her aches and pains as Sonia massaged her. She became sleepy and warm.

She didn't have the strength to protest when Sonia undid the back of her bikini top. She told herself that it was all right because Sonia was a woman. A woman certainly would not have designs on her body.

"Now you just relax," Sonia said. "Let Sonia make you feel really better."

Tracy was relaxed completely. The soothing effects of the pill along with Sonia's gentle hands were making her feel really nice.

She was a little curious as Sonia's hands came closer and closer to her butt. Then suddenly Sonia was no longer massaging her back but her hands had crept underneath Tracy's body and started to gently squeeze her tits.

Tracy knew she should be angry. She knew that she should jump up and say ugly things to Sonia. Somehow she didn't have the strength to move and Sonia's squeezing fingers made her feel things she'd never felt before.

She felt something wet against her neck and then she realized that the willowy redhead was kissing her. She felt the other girl's tongue travel down her spine and stop at where her bikini began. The hot tongue came back up her spine, kissing and caressing the flesh.

"You shouldn't do that," Tracy said weakly. "You really shouldn't."

"Turn over," Sonia said. "Let me do the other side."

Sonia was helping her to turn over even though Tracy knew she shouldn't. She tried to fight it. She tried to pull away from the soft fingers that kneaded her titties like dough, but she couldn't seem to move. Everything felt so good.

She found herself on her back, exposing her beautiful tits to Sonia. She heard Sonia gasp and then she saw her brushing a strand of red hair back from her face. For a brief moment Tracy wondered what Sonia was going to do. Then she found out because Sonia was lowering her head and sucking one of Tracy's nipples into her mouth.

"Oh no," Tracy protested. "You can't do that. You really shouldn't."

Tracy was protesting but already the warm, moist mouth was stirring sensations in her. She could feel something hot between her legs and she closed her legs tightly together. She kept saying no over and over in her mind, but she knew that she really didn't want Sonia to stop.

She found her fingers caressing Sonia's hair as the redhead bit and licked at Tracy's titties. Tracy found her tits becoming swollen and sensitive under the manipulations of the woman's tongue.

"Oooooooh," Tracy groaned. "Oooooooh."

Sonia's mouth left Tracy's titties and she kissed her directly on the mouth. Strangely enough Tracy did not feel the disgust that she thought she would. Instead she found herself lifting up far more of Sonia's exciting kisses.

Sonia kissed her for a long while and then started using her wet tongue to probe the inside of Tracy's mouth. Tracy had never felt so excited as she did when the wet tongue violated her mouth. She found herself pushing against Sonia's tongue with her own.

Like it had been with Gary, Tracy kept telling herself that it wasn't happening. Another girl couldn't possibly be giving her feelings like these. Yet it was happening. Again she found herself squeezing her thighs tightly together because of the hot flashes she was getting.

"Getting hot down there, baby?" Sonia asked.

"Yes," Tracy admitted.

"Then we'll have to do something about that," Sonia said.

Sonia stepped back from the table. Tracy had a feeling she knew what was coming next but she couldn't take her eyes away. Sonia started to strip off her clothes. Tracy saw the small but firm titties of the redhead revealed.

She had a sudden impulse to suck them but she couldn't bring herself to ask. She didn't have to. Sonia moved closer to the table and bent so that one of her pink nipples was inches above Tracy's mouth.

Tracy opened her mouth and took just the nipple into her lips. She sucked on it and was rewarded by a delicious-sounding groan from Sonia. She opened her mouth wider and took in more of the creamy tit.

"Ahhhhh," Sonia moaned. "Ahhhh, suck it, baby. Suck it up good and hard."

Tracy hardly thought about what she was doing. She was only thinking that the tit tasted sweet and that she was getting more and more excited by the touch of the other woman's hands. She knew that this would have been frowned on even more than what had happened with Gary, but she didn't care. She only cared about the delicious tingles each time she squeezed her hot thighs together.

"Sweet baby," Sonia moaned.

Sonia's hand was tracing a pattern along Tracy's stomach. Tracy felt her body respond hotly to the touch of her fingers. Her skin tingled sensitively as the woman's hand went even lower.

Tracy sucked even harder on the other woman's tits as she felt Sonia's hand creeping beneath the fabric of her bikini bottoms. Fingers curled in Tracy's pubic hair, causing her cunt to feel wet.

"Oh Tracy," Sonia moaned. "Spread your legs a little. Let me touch your pussy."

Tracy spread her legs wider as the woman's fingers crept between her legs. She shivered as she felt Sonia's fingers touching her pussy.

Sonia rubbed the outer lips of her cunt until it was juicy and then one of her fingers slipped up into her pussy.

"Oh Jesussss!" Tracy cried. "Oh Jesus that feels good!"

Sonia began to slip her finger in and out of Tracy's pussy. She could feel herself juicing to the touch of Sonia's fingers. Tracy's hips started moving in rhythm to the probing fingers.

Sonia pulled away before Tracy could reach the heights. Tracy looked up in alarm.

"Don't worry, sweet baby," Tracy said. "We're going to learn. You're going to feel nice before I'm done."

Sonia stripped off the rest of her clothes. Tracy blinked her eyes at the thick mass of reddish hair between Sonia's legs. She had never before seen a woman with so much pubic hair. Somehow even the look of Sonia's gash caused Tracy to feel those tingles.

"Now you," Sonia said.

Sonia put her fingers underneath the band of Tracy's bikini pants and began pulling them down her legs. Tracy lifted her hips so that Sonia could pull them off. Tracy had one moment of shame when she felt Sonia's eyes on her uncovered pussy.

She put one hand over her pussy and blushed red. Sonia smiled and gently removed Tracy's hand.

"Don't be shy, sweet baby," Sonia cooed. "You have nothing to be shy about. You are beautiful down there. Really beautiful."

Sonia slipped her fingers back into Tracy's pussy. She began to move her fingers rapidly in and out of the girl's cunt just as Gary had fucked her when he had started to get so excited.

"Feel good?" Sonia asked.

"Oh yes," Tracy moaned. "It feels good. So good!"

Sonia kept finger-fucking her until Tracy could feel her climax start to grow. Sonia saw it also. She pulled her fingers back and stretched out on top of Tracy.

Tracy couldn't understand what was happening. Sonia had no cock and yet she was pressing herself against Tracy as if she were about to put a cock into her cunt.

"Just relax," Sonia explained. "Relax and rub yourself against me."

Tracy did as she was told and felt her pussy rubbing against Sonia's. It wasn't exciting at first but then she felt the heat growing down there.

"Oh God," she said.

Sonia laughed as she began to rub harder. Sparks shot before Tracy's eyes. For the first time she was having a real orgasm. Her hips started bucking wildly as Sonia rubbed.

"Oh Jesusss," Tracy moaned. "Oh Jesus, I'm coming! I'm going to come! Oh Jesussssss!"

She jumped as the delicious fires threatened to burn her body up. Sonia kept rubbing herself against Tracy until the girl stopped shivering.

"Was it nice?" Sonia asked.

"Oh yes," Tracy moaned. "It was beautiful. It was really wonderful."

"Good," Sonia said. "Then you'll do something nice for me."

Tracy knew she could refuse Sonia nothing. She didn't know what Sonia wanted but she bit her lips and nodded her head nervously.

Sonia sat up on the edge of the table with her legs spread.

"Came here, baby," she said.

Tracy looked into the pink quivering lips of Sonia's pussy and she knew what Sonia wanted. She didn't want to do it but she found herself dropping to her knees before the woman. She licked at Sonia's hot juices with her tongue.

Sonia gave her no time to think about it. Her strong hand caught Tracy behind the head and pressed her face into the crevice between her legs.

"Good," Sonia moaned. "Give it to me, baby. Suck Sonia good."

Tracy felt as if she were going to die pressed against Sonia's pussy. It seemed she couldn't move and she couldn't breathe. She knew she had to get it over with quickly. She pushed her tongue into Sonia's pussy in rapid movements.

Tracy was beginning to feel ashamed. The effects of the pill Sonia had given her were wearing off. She was realizing that Sonia had given her something to make her hot.

"Oh shitttt!" Sonia cried. "Oh shit, I'm going to come! Oh shittttt!"

Tracy tried to jerk her mouth away as Sonia came against her tongue. Sonia held her in strong hands and she couldn't move. She had to lap up Sonia's juices to keep from drowning in them.

She thought Sonia was never going to stop. Finally the other woman quit trembling and released Tracy's head. Tracy fell back against the table. Sonia handed her a towel to wipe her mouth with.

"Oh God," Tracy moaned. "What have I done?"

"You liked it," Sonia said. "You know you did."

Tracy looked up into the hard eyes of Sonia and she shuddered. She shuddered because she knew what Sonia said was true. She had enjoyed it. Too much.

"Oh God, Maggie," Tracy wailed. "I'm so ashamed of myself."

Tracy had awakened in the middle of the night to find tears streaming down her cheeks. Maggie had heard her crying and was in her room in only seconds.

Maggie had lifted her head and cradled it against her soft shoulder. She stroked her sister's hair.

"What have you done to make yourself so ashamed?" Maggie asked.

Somehow she found the courage to tell the story of Sonia to Maggie. Maggie listened intently.

"And did you enjoy it?" Maggie asked.

"Yes," Tracy admitted. "That's just the point. I enjoyed it too much. Oh Maggie. I think I'm queer or something. I didn't enjoy it with Gary but I enjoyed it with Sonia. Oh God, what am I going to do?"

"Queer," Maggie laughed. "God, girl, what a thought to have. Haven't you ever gotten your jollies with a man?"

Tracy shook her bead numbly.

"Then it's time for your education to begin," Maggie said.

"What do you mean?" Tracy asked.

"Your education about sex," Maggie explained. "If you're going to live in the city then you have to know about sex. There are too many pitfalls for a young girl."

"But I thought you wanted me to have sex," Tracy said.

"Of course I do," Maggie said. "But darling, sex can be fun. Sometimes you have to do it for business but you should never let that interfere with your fun."

"You mean you really enjoy doing those things with men?" Tracy asked.

"Of course I do, darling," Maggie said. "And so will you. But first you have to learn what it's all about. You have to know what to look for and what to look out for. I know someone who can teach you."

"Yes," Tracy said. "After today I think I want to learn."

"Good," Maggie said. "But first you have to promise me a few things."

"Anything," Tracy said.

"You have to promise to do anything he asks you to do," Maggie said. "And some of those things will not be very easy for you. I know."

"You did it too?" Tracy asked.

"Yes," Maggie said. "This man was my first love in the city. He taught me a lot of things. But he tires of women very quickly and now we're just good friends. He'll love you, though, and he'll teach you."

"Are they bad things?" Tracy asked shyly.

"Some of his ideas are horrid," Maggie said with a shudder. "But you have to do them."

"All right," Tracy agreed.

She had already forgotten that her original purpose for staying was to help Maggie. Now all she was concerned with was her fear of not being able to enjoy a relationship with a man. Maybe this man could teach her a few things.

Maggie went to make the phone call. A few minutes later she returned.

"All right," Maggie said. "He's coming over. His name is Joe. Put on a tight blouse without a bra and a very short skirt. The shortest you've got. And wear some sexy panties."

Tracy found herself growing excited as she dressed the way Maggie had told her. What kind of man was this Joe? Maggie said he'd been her first lover.

He had to be a good-looking man to get at Maggie.

She brushed her hair until it was shining and then she went out into the living room for Maggie's approval. Maggie gave a low whistle.

"Yes," she said. "He's going to like you. I think he's going to like you very much."

He was supposed to be there at five but he was late. Maggie said he was always late. A few minutes before six the doorbell rang and Maggie opened the door.

Tracy was disappointed at her first glimpse. He was not good-looking. He was a regular-looking man in a gray, inexpensive suit. He was not very tall or very short. He was just ordinary-looking.

"How nice to see you again, Maggie," he said. He wasn't really looking at Maggie. Instead he was looking over her shoulder at Tracy. Tracy felt the first shivers of alarm. The only thing that wasn't ordinary about him was his face. The face was almost cruel.

"And you're Tracy," he said.

"Yes," Tracy said weakly.

He came toward her and put his hands on her shoulders. His hands were very strong as if he were wed to doing manual labor. She noticed that there was a jagged scar just beneath his lip.

"You are nice," be said. "I think you'll do."

With that sentence of approval he seemed to forget about her. He turned back to Maggie and his face broke into a broad grin. He hugged Maggie's neck and gave her a soft pat on her ass.

"You're ravishing," he said. "I could eat you."

"I wouldn't object," Maggie said.

"Ah, but you know how it is, Maggie," he shrugged. "When a man gets older he needs spice to keep him going. New variety in his menu."

"I understand," Maggie said.

Tracy thought she detected a hint of jealousy in Maggie's voice that was very quickly gone. Tracy realized that Maggie was wishing it was herself who was about to be taught by this man.

"Pack her bags," Joe said. "I'm taking her with me."

"With you?" Maggie questioned. "I didn't think you'd do that."

"She's an innocent lamb," Joe said. "A sweet, innocent lamb. She's going to take time."

Maggie nodded.

Maggie left the room to pack Tracy's bags. Tracy stood in shock. She had expectcd to be trundled off into the bedroom and fucked. She had not expected to be taken anywhere. At least, not some place where she had to have her bags.

"I can't go with you," Tracy said. "This is stupid."

"Stupid?" He raised one questioning eyebrow. "Nothing I do is stupid."

"But I have a job," she said. "I can't just walk out on my job. I have responsibilities."

"Don't worry about your job," he said. "You'll go back to work when I'm done with you. Nobody in this city dares refuse me anything."

His eyes were hard and she believed him. Nobody would refuse him anything. Tracy wondered how such an ordinary-looking man could come to be filled with such, a sense of power. Perhaps he had a lot of money, but she knew it wasn't only that. He had something inside that made him strong.

Maggie returned with the bag. She gave Tracy a kiss on the cheek.

"Remember," Maggie warned. "Anything he says. It could go bad for you if you don't follow his directions."

Again Tracy was aware that Maggie was jealous, but there was also something else on Maggie's face. Almost pity. But why should Maggie be jealous and be full of pity at the same time?

He didn't bother to take her bag so she carried it outside Maggie's apartment. There was a black limousine waiting. She waited but he made no move to open the door.

"The first thing you learn," he said. "Is that I am not a gentleman. I am your master."

She opened the door and slid in. He got in beside her.

"To the apartment," he told the driver.

"Yes, sir," the driver said.

A couple of times in the long drive she attempted to draw Joe out in conversation. He wasn't in a talkative mood, for he did little but stare at the passing buildings. She had expected him to start fondling her when they got into the car, but he made no move to touch her. His obvious ignoring of her physical charms was making her more nervous than if he'd raped.

They finally reached their destination. The driver parked the limousine on the curb where a sign said, "No Parking".

"You'll wait here," he told her. "I'll only be a few minutes."

She nodded.

He got out of the car and left her alone. She became aware of the driver's eyes staring at her. She looked down at the smooth expanse of creamy thigh that she was showing him with her legs crossed.

She uncrossed her legs and attempted to pull her skirt down a little farther. There was not much material and it didn't cover much. She saw that he still had plenty to look at. His probing eyes were making her nervous. She also didn't like the silly-looking grin that came to his face.

"Would you stop it?" she said. "Haven't you ever seen a girl before?"

"Plenty of them," he said. "You'd be surprised at how many sweet young things I've seen in this back seat."

She held her temper. She didn't want to get into some big argument with her future lover's driver. She wished she knew a little bit more about what was going on. How was she supposed to act? Where were they going? There were so many questions that needed to be asked.

She decided to try the driver.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"To the house," he said. "That's where he usually takes them."

"Them?" she asked.

"The girls," the driver said. "That's where he takes his girls."

"Where is this house?" she asked.

"You'll find out," the driver replied.

Joe came back before she could ask any more questions. He told the driver to go home and the driver pulled the limousine away from the curb.

Tracy wondered what he had gone to the apartment for. She wasn't long in finding, out. He held out a little black book to her.

"Look at these," he said quietly.

She felt the driver's eyes on her as she took the black book. She opened the front and found it to be some sort of photo album. She turned the page and then dropped it like a hot rock.

"Pick it up," he commanded.

She had never heard such a tone of authority in such a quiet voice. His voice seemed to will her to pick up the book again. Again she opened it to the first page.

A woman sat in a chair completely naked. She had her legs opened so that her pink pussy was easily seen. A man, with his face away from the camera, was fondling her large titties.

"She has very large breasts," he said. "Or perhaps you like the term titties better?"

"She does." Tracy agreed.

She felt his hand on her thigh and she steeled herself to submit to the hand that would soon be probing at her pussy. She was surprised because he didn't move any higher up on her legs. He simply squeezed her flesh.

"Go on," he said.

She turned to the next page. This was an even more shocking photograph than the one before, and Tracy recognized the woman as a secretary in their offices. She was a brunette and she was on her knees. Her long hair was brushed behind her shoulders as she sucked on a man's cock.

She had her mouth half covering his cock and one of her hands was fondling his balls. Tracy began to feel a few stirrings of excitement.

"That's a very disturbing photo," he said. "Her name's Ginger and she had never sucked a cock before. She seems to be enjoying her first."

"Yes," Tracy agreed.

"Take your panties off," he commanded. Tracy lifted her eyes to the driver. He was watching her with a soft grin on his face. He looked back at the road and then back at her again. Tracy didn't want to take her panties off with that grinning hyena watching.

"Here?" Tracy questioned. "I can't take them off here. Not with him watching."

"Stop the car, Brad," Joe said. "Stop it somewhere private."

The driver left the road and pulled into a clump of trees. He left the car lights on and opened his door. He walked back to the trunk and took something out. Tracy began to feel afraid.

"It's time you started learning," Joe said softly. "I'm your master. You must not question anything I want."

The driver opened the car on her side. She saw that he was wearing a pair of rubber gloves. He reached for her and she moved closer to Joe. Joe pushed her back over to where Brad could grab her.

"Take her panties off, Brad," Joe said.

He looked back at his side of the car while the driver dragged her from the car. She started to scream and he caught her a hard blow on the face. She stumbled back into her seat in shocked surprise.

The blow had not hurt so much as it had stunned her. She had never been struck by anyone before. She had always behaved like a lady and people had treated her like one.

"These gloves are made of a special material," Brad said softly. "They won't mark or scratch you. Mr. Douglas doesn't like for his girls to be scratched."

Before she could fight him he had her dress up to her waist and his hands were underneath her panties. She kicked at him and screamed loudly but he was already pulling her panties down over her long legs.

"How about it, Mr. Douglas?" Brad asked. "Should I continue the lesson?"

"Not yet," Joe said. "Just getting her panties off is enough for this time."

He looked disappointed but he released her. He stuffed her panties into his coat pocket and walked back around to get into the driver's seat.

"Shut the door," Joe commanded her.

She shut the door as she crawled back into the scat beside him.

"Pick up the book," he said.

She picked up the book. He told her to start looking through the pictures once again. She didn't have any choice, so once again she started thumbing through the pictures. The next few pictures were all of girls sucking cocks.

Then she felt numb as she found a picture of Maggie. Maggie was lying across the bed in her apartment. Three men stood around her jerking off. There was already cum on Maggie's forehead.

"Oh God," Tracy said.

"It's exciting isn't it?" he said. "Very exciting. You can feel your pussy getting hot?"

"Yes," Tracy admitted.

"Play with yourself," he said.

She could still see the driver's eyes glancing at her, but she couldn't help herself. She spread her legs apart and pushed one finger into her pussy. She was so hot.

She began to rapidly move her finger in and out of her burning cunt. She wanted to make herself come. She could feel her juices building up.

"That's it," be said. "Make yourself come. Make yourself hot and juicy."

She hardly heard his words. She kept having mental pictures of the women in the photographs. She kept seeing Maggie sucking cocks and getting fucked. She imagined herself lying on Maggie's bed while three men stood around her jerking off.

She could almost feel the cum hitting her in the eyes and mouth and forehead, splashing body on her titties. She felt herself begin to tingle.

"Oh," she moaned. "I'm going to come. I'm going to come. Oh, I can't help it! Oh, oh, oh, oh, OH!"

She collapsed in the seat with her finger still inside her cunt. He took her hand and gently pulled it from her hot pussy. He took her finger into his mouth and sucked her juices off.

"You're going to have many like that," he said. "Many, many happy hours of pleasure before I'm done with you."

She felt scared and excited at the same time.

The driver pulled the limousine to a stop in front of a house in the country. Tracy had half expected something really fancy. She found it was a large but simple-looking house almost hidden by large trees.

"Get out," Joe said. "Brad will show you to your room. You'll be serving tonight."

"Serving?" Tracy asked.

"Brad will explain," he said impatiently.

She had been dismissed. She carried her own bag once again as she followed Brad up the steps and into the house. Brad led her to a small, cramped room at the top of the stain. There was some kind of costume on the bed.

"This will be your room as long as you're here," Brad said. "The rules are that you don't go anywhere else in the house unless you have permission."

"I understand," Tracy said.

"You'd better," Brad said. "Mr. Douglas will expect you downstairs at eight o'clock. He's having some friends over and he'll want you to serve cocktails. Your serving outfit is on the bed. Don't be late."

Tracy felt resentment flare up in her.

"I'm not a serving girl," Tracy said.

She had forgotten that he was still wearing the rubber gloves. She tried to duck as she saw his fist coming, but she wasn't fast enough. This time he hit her in the stomach and it hurt. She doubled up in pain and fell back against the bed.

"You'll do as Mr. Douglas tells you," Brad said. "Or you'll suffer. Be there at eight or I'll have to come and get you. I don't think you'd like that."

He left her alone. Tracy had the feeling that she wouldn't like his having to come for her. She felt a sudden flash of anger as she thought of her sister. Maggie had gotten her into this. She'd have a few things to say to Maggie when she returned. Tracy glanced at the clock and saw that she had two hours before eight. She decided to take a nap. She got up on one side of the bed and went to deep. A warning bell triggered in her mind just before eight. She got up hurriedly and took a quick, hot shower in her bathroom.

She then took her first real look at her outfit. It was one of those very short skins that a lot of waitresses wore. But it was only a skirt and a pair of expensive panties. There was nothing on top except the two slender straps that kept up the skirt.

She was expected to serve topless.

Tracy knew she shouldn't dare refuse. In a few minutes Brad would be up here after her and she didn't want that. She slipped into the panties and the skirt. She surveyed herself in the minor.

She felt a blush of shame as she stared at herself. She didn't want to go downstairs dressed like this. There was no telling who might be down there.

A soft knock at the door made her jump.

"You've got one minute, Miss," a girl's voice said. "You wouldn't want to be late." She hurried to the door and opened it. A girl dressed like herself stood there. Tracy could tell that this girl was also shamed at the way she was dressed. She was a mousy-looking girl with big, black glasses, small breasts and a weak smile. She looked like she should have been teaching Sunday school rather than being here.

"I'm Tracy," Tracy said.

"I'm Louise," she said. "We have to hurry. We'll want to be downstairs at eight."

"Have you been here long?" Tracy asked as they started down the stairs.

"No," Louise said. "This is only my second time. The first time I wouldn't dress like this and he sent Brad after me." Louise shuddered.

Tracy was very glad she hadn't wanted for Brad to come after her. Brad gave them a frown when they both entered the room. He told them to come behind the bar.

"Louise has done it before," Brad said. Tracy watched his hand caress Louise's leg. Louise said nothing but Tracy could see her body tensing up. Louise was very much afraid of Brad. "She'll show you everything here. Have you ever mixed drinks before?"

"No," Tracy said.

"No matter," he shrugged. "These guys mostly just want one thing. Whiskey and water. That should be easy."

"Yes," Tracy agreed.

Tracy wanted to ask a great many questions but there wasn't time. The guests started arriving. There were about twenty couples, most of them old men with young girls. She found herself working so hard mixing drinks that she forgot about her scanty costume, but now and then she would look up and find some man eyeing her tits hungrily.

Finally the meeting began and Tracy stopped mixing drinks. Nobody made her leave so she found herself listening to Joe explain things about economics and new plans to his guests. She realized that they were mostly business partners of Joe's.

"Now that the boring stuff is out of the way," Joe said with a grin. "We can get to the part you've all been waiting for. Louise, the film."

Tracy saw Louise tense up again. She walked like a zombie to the desk in the corner of the room and brought back a film. She handed it meekly to Joe.

"Put up the projector, Brad."

Tracy noticed that Brad very quickly had the projection table set up and the film in place. Louise had not moved. Joe was running his fingers over her titties.

"What's this film about, Louise?" he asked.

Louise didn't answer. Joe gave her a soft slap on the check.

"What's the film about?" he asked again. "Me," Louise said in a whisper. "Why did we make a film about you?" he asked. Tracy found herself staring into Joe's eyes when be asked the question. She understood that the answer was also meant for her.

"Because I didn't do what you told me," Louise said.

"Exactly," he said. "People should always do what I tell them. Right, Louise."

"Yes, sir," Louise said meekly.

"Stand closer," he said. "Brad, run the film."

The lights went off but not before Tracy had seen his hand slip up the back of Louise's legs to caress her asscheeks. Tracy shivered.

Tracy looked back at the screen.

It was a very rough film. Evidently Louise had been drugged or something because she didn't protest as man after man fucked her brutally. It was the most obscene thing Tracy had ever seen, and the most exciting. She couldn't help the wetness that she felt between her legs.

The film finally stopped. The lights came on and Tracy found herself staring at Louise. She was on her knees taking the long, thick shaft of Joe's cock into her mouth. She was sucking him energetically, almost hungrily, as if she wanted to taste his semen.

Every eye in the room was on her as her ruby lips went down farther and farther on his cock. With one tiny hand she fondled his heavy balls.

One man couldn't stand it any longer. He stood up and unzipped his trousers. The girl he was with, a sulky-looking brunette, jerked back from him in shock. The man was having none of that. He grabbed her by the hair and forced her head down to his cock.

"Do it, bitch!" he yelled.

Her mouth opened and she sucked in his cock. Tracy could tell she was doing it with distaste, but she was doing the best she could. The man grew angry and pushed her head away.

"You're a lousy cocksucker," he said. "Maybe I should trade you in on a new model."

The girl's face turned very white. Evidently she didn't like his threat to replace her with someone else. She brushed a strand of hair back from her face and lowered her head. This time she drew all of his cock into her mouth.

"That's better," ht said. "That's much better."

Tracy couldn't believe it was happening, but she realized that she was witnessing a real orgy. All of the couples in the room were undressing. Girls were going down on the men they were with.

One tall blonde slipped into her boyfriend's lap. She hiked up her skirt and Tracy saw that she was wearing no panties. She unzipped her boyfriend and reached for his hard cock. Deftly she released his prick from his trousers and slipped it into her cunt.

His hands came around her waist and up to her titties as she started riding him like a horse. Tracy was beginning to get hot. She almost wished it was herself that was riding the man's jutting cock.

She looked around for Brad and saw that he was fondling Louise as she sucked Joe. He positioned her so that she was on her hands and knees. He didn't bother to remove her skirt. He simple took hold of the fabric and ripped it down the back, revealing the pink lips of her already moist cunt. He dropped to his knees behind her and started licking the lips of her pussy. Tracy felt herself grow wet between the legs as she watched.

Now she did wish that it was she who was receiving the wet tongue of Brad. He seemed to know what he was doing. His darting, caressing tongue had Louise moaning in seconds. Her ass started moving as she rubbed her cunt against his loving tongue.

"Oh Jesusssss," Joe was moaning. "I'm coming! I'm going to shoot my hot load! Oh Jesusssssss!"

Tracy thought that Louise would surely take her mouth away, that she wouldn't allow him to pump his cum into her throat. But instead Louise opened her mouth wider and went don farther on his cock.

Tracy watched her jaws move and her throat swallow as she took down every bit of his load without spilling a drop. She kept sucking him until Joe had quit trembling. Brad was standing up and unzipping his trousers. Tracy thought that he was going for seconds, but instead he knelt behind Louise and put the tip of his blood-filled prick to her pussy.

"Tell him what you want, Louise," Joe said.

"I want him to fuck me," Louise said. "I want him to fuck me hard."

Brad moved closer and violently slammed his prick into her cunt. Louise moaned loudly as be started to fuck her from behind. Tracy had never seen it done that way before. She felt her own pussy growing juicier and she slipped her fingers down the front of her skirt.

"Fuck me!" Louise cried. "Fuck me hard!"

It was hard to believe that the mousy-looking girl was enjoying it so much. But there could be no doubt that Louise was enjoying it. She was rubbing herself against Brad as fast as she could and there was a look of pure animal pleasure on her face.

Louise still had her glasses on and they were bouncing on the ridge of her nose with each hard stroke that Brad gave her. Somehow that made the scene even more exciting. Tracy had two fingers into her cunt and she was stroking herself.

She could feel the hot fires racing through her body. Her fingers found the hard bud of her clit and she began to rub it hard. Her fingers were getting wetter from her own juices.

"Ahhhh shit!" Brad cried. "I'm going to come! I'm going to shoot my wad!"

"Do it to me," Louise moaned. "Go ahead and shoot your wad into me! Yes, I can feel you squirting! I can feel you coming in meeeeee!"

"Ummmmmm," Tracy moaned. "Ummmmmm!"

She came at the same time Brad and Louise collapsed together on the floor. She saw Louise turn and slip his cock into her willing mouth. Tracy saw Louise's lip and tongue lick the cum from the tip of his reddened cock.

"Having fun?" Joe questioned.

She hadn't seen him come up to her. She felt embarrassed and she quickly took her hand out of her skirt. He was leering at her.

"It's quite a party, isn't it?"

"Yes," she agreed.

"I thought you might like it," he said.

He reached over and ran his hand underneath her titties. He stroked both of her nipples.

"You have a pretty pair," he said. "I'm going to enjoy having you around."

He grinned wickedly at her as he walked away.

***

The orgy was over. The couples had gone and Brad made Tracy and Louise dean up the room. He waited until they were finished and then he gave it an inspection. He nodded that he was satisfied and he left the room.

Tracy sank exhausted into one of the chairs. Louise sat across from her.

"Is it like this all the time?" Tracy asked.

"Sometimes it's worse," Louise said. "Some times it gets really bad."

Worse. Tracy couldn't see how things could have gotten much worse. She was curious about Louise. Louise didn't seem much changed after the ordeal she had just gone through.

"You had it rough tonight," Tracy observed.

Louise shrugged her shoulders. "Like I said. Sometimes it's worse."

"But why? You don't have to stay here."

"I do have to stay," Louise said.

"Why?" Tracy insisted, "He can't make you stay here. He can't."

Louise gave her a look of sympathy.

"He can do anything he wants," Louise answered. "Absolutely anything."

"You sound as if he owns you," Tracy said.

"He does," Louise admitted. "At least, in a way he does. You see, I worked for him in one of his offices. I had a few hours of secretarial training and big ambitions. I'm afraid I got a little too ambitious and juggled some accounts."

"You mean you stole from him?" Tracy asked. "That's right," Louise answered. "I took about a thousand dollars. It wasn't all that much compared to what be has but it would have been enough to send me to jail."

"How did he find out?" Tracy asked.

Tracy was really interested. She had never met anyone who had actually stolen something. She was surprised, for the mousy-looking Louise certainly didn't look like a thief.

"I don't know," Louise shrugged. "I suppose he knew all along. He called me into his office one day and he told me that he knew all about my petty thieving. It was a real shock. He asked me what I wanted to do about it. I told him that I'd do anything to keep from going to jail."

"And so be brought you here?" Tracy questioned.

"Not right away. First he shamed me for a while. He would call me into his office when there was a conference going on. He would make me go under the table and take his cock in my mouth. I sucked him off while he talked about annual percentages."

Tracy shivered. "How awful for you."

"Not really," Louise said. "I thought it was until he made me come here. Then I found out how awful things can really be."

Again Tracy felt icy fingers going up and down her spine. What kinds of things could he have in store for her?

"What does he make you do here?" Tracy asked.

She was almost afraid of the answer. Louise looked down at the floor and then back at Tracy. Her eyes were a little misty.

"Bad things," Louise said. "But what's worse is that after a while you start liking it. You start wanting him to do things to you."

"I never would," Tracy said.

"Yes you will," Louise said. "You'll do anything he tells you. Anything."

Brad came back into the room again and Louise hurried out. Brad waited until Louise was up the stairs before he nodded to Tracy.

"Mr. Douglas wants to see you," Brad said. "He's in the last room on the hall."

"I'm tired," Tracy said. "I'll see him in the morning."

"You'll go now," Brad said.

His voice was hard and Tracy knew he meant what he said. She didn't want to be hit again in the stomach so she quickly agreed. She left Brad and walked up the stairs. She walked to the last room and knocked at the door.

"Come in," Joe said.

Joe was lying on a big bed in the middle of the room. He wore a purple dressing gown with a gold emblem on the pocket. He had been reading a book but he put it aside.

"Did you get the room clean?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered.

"Good," he said. He waved toward the bar. "Do you want a drink?"

"No," she said. "I'm tired. I'm ready for bed."

"I would like one," he said.

She sighed. Another time she might have argued, but she was just too tired. She went to his bedroom bar and made him a drink. She brought it back to him and he sipped it.

"Good," he said, smacking his lips.

"What do you want with me?" she asked.

Her voice was sharper than she intended it to be. He sipped again at his drink.

"Did you enjoy our little party?" he asked. "No," she answered.

"You looked at though you were."

"I was sickened by it," she said. "I thought it was disgusting."

"Yet you were excited by it," he said. "Yes," she admitted.

He patted the edge of the bed and she sat down. She noticed that his dressing gown opened at the waist and he was naked beneath it. His limp cock pressed against the robe.

"It's time you had another lesson," he said softly. "Take off all your clothes."

She jumped up from the bed as if it were hot. She paced back and forth in front of him nervously. She had changed her mind about being there. She had decided to go home.

"I want to go home," she said. "I don't want to stay here any more."

His eyes got hard. "That's impossible," be said.

"It's not impossible," she said. "I'm going home. Ask your driver to take me or I'll get my bags and walk. I can always find a phone somewhere."

"You're being foolish," he said, sipping his drink. "You're being very foolish."

"I'm leaving," she said.

He shrugged his shoulders.

"All right," he said. "If you want to leave that the door is open."

She was a little stunned. She had not expected it to be this easy.

"You mean I can just walk out?" she said.

"Certainly," he said. "I wouldn't keep you here against your will. I can't spare Brad to drive you anywhere, though. You'll have to find your own way."

"All right," Tracy said. "That'll be fine." Tracy left his room with a sense of relief. She could find a ride somehow and she could get back to Maggie's place. She would explain to Maggie that she couldn't go through with it and then she would go back home.

Back to the small town life she had been intended for.

It was wet and cold outside. And dark. She had changed to a pants outfit that helped to keep some of the cold from her body but she still shivered as she stepped outside. She hoped she would be able to find a ride quickly and get back to the warmth of Maggie's apartment.

She started walking fast, swinging her bag, hoping that the brisk walk would warm her up. She hadn't gone very far when a car came up behind her.

The car stopped beside her.

"Do you want a ride, baby?" a man asked.

She started toward the car and then stopped. She didn't like the looks of the car and of the people in it. There were three men in the back seat and two in the front. She could smell whiskey on their breath.

"No thank you," she said. "I'm waiting for a ride. It should come any time now."

"You lying bitch," one man said. "Get in the car."

"No," she said.

She started backing away as one of the men got out of the car and came toward her. He looked big and ugly. She dropped her bag and turned to run. She was not quick enough. He caught her in two steps and his strong arms went around her waist.

"Wait," he told her.

"Let me go," she said. "Let me go!"

His fingers crept up the front of the blouse to caress her titties. She kicked back at him but she missed. One of his hands went around her neck.

"I could hurt you," he said. "Don't fight or I'll hurt you."

"Let me go!" she said again.

This time her kick brought a grunt of pain from him. She felt his hands loosen and she jerked from his grasp. But it was too late for her to get away. Another man had gotten out of the car and was standing in front of her. She turned back toward the road but he was on her in seconds.

"Don't fight," he warned. "Quit your Goddamn wiggling."

The two men took her arms and pulled her back to the car. They opened the back door and pitched her into the back seat. There were two men in the back of the car and they grabbed her hands and legs.

A third man slipped into the back seat so that she was lying across them. He started to unbutton her pants and she couldn't wiggle away.

"Let me go," she pleaded. "Let me go. Please let me go."

The man only laughed and continued to undo her pants. He got them undone and opened them up so that her panties were visible. He put his hand into her pants and rubbed her pussy.

"Stop that," she said. "You're an animal. Stop that, you bastard!"

She struggled but it did no good as he peeled her pants halfway down her legs. He put his rough hand inside her panties and ran his fingers across the entrance to her pussy. She shivered despite his roughness.

"You can't rape me," she begged them. "Please don't! I'll tell the police!"

"You stupid bitch," be said. He slapped her hard across the face. "You'll tell nobody. You didn't really think Mr. Douglas was ready to let you go."

She stopped struggling as she realized what his words meant. Mr. Douglas had told these men to do this. He had never intended to let her escape his clutches.

"Now just relax," he said. "It'll be easier on you. We have a job to do."

"What are you going to do to me?" Tracy asked.

"I should think that would be obvious," the man said. Tracy winced with pain as one of his rough lingers penetrated her cunt. "We're going to fuck you."

"Oh God no!" Tracy said.

The man laughed again. His rough finger was going in and out of Tracy's pussy but she was dry and it was hurting. Another man unbuttoned her blouse and reached underneath to unclasp her bra.

"Let's see what kind of titties she's got," the man said. "I like a girl with big titties and she looks like she's got a pair."

"Stop," Tracy said weakly.

But she knew that no amount of protesting would make these men stop. They worked for Joe and they did what they were told. Besides, these men looked as if they were enjoying themselves.

He gather blouse off her somehow and then his fingers were playing with her nipples. He got them hard with a few casual strokes.

"Look at this," he said. "Already getting hard. I think she's going to be a sweet fuck."

She didn't know where they took her but she realized that the car had gone about a mile. She was undressed except for her panties. The car stopped and they pushed her out of the back seat. They were stopped before a run-down cabin.

They pushed her inside and she saw that it had nothing but a dirty-looking bed and table.

"Here it is, bitch," the man said, and shoved her. "Here's where you get a real fucking."

"She's got a sweet pussy, I bet," another man said.

She turned to face her captors. She was trembling with cold and fright but there was no mercy in their faces. All five of them crowded into the room with her.

"Who's got firsts?" one asked.

"Flip a coin," another said.

She watched in honor as they flipped a coin. A short, squat man won. He came close to her with his whiskey breath and leering grin.

He was rubbing his crotch. She backed away from him until she could go no farther. Her back was against the wall. She looked frantically around for a weapon but she saw nothing. Then be was pressing against her.

"Kiss me, baby," he said.

She spat in his face.

He didn't lose his grin as he wiped her spit from his face.

"You're going to be sorry you did that," he said. "Now I'm going to make you beg for it."

"You pig," she said.

He pressed his lips to her throat and his strong hands caressed her panty-clad ass. One finger went inside her panties and penetrated her pussy. He started rubbing the finger against her clit.

"Please stop," she moaned.

He pressed himself against her and she felt the hardness of his cock. She tried to move her leg away from him but he held her still.

"Bitch," he said. "I'm going to show you a real cock."

He reached down and unzipped his trousers. His blood-filled prick sprang out against her leg. She felt a sticky drop touch her leg.

He took hold of her panties and ripped them away. She kept begging him to stop as he pressed his cock against her furry mound.

"Now you're going to get it, bitch!" he moaned.

Her cunt was still dry and his entry was painful. He drove his cock up into her and it was like a hot firebrand tearing into her insides. She screamed and beat him on the shoulders but he started fucking her with the force of a bull in heat.

"Move your ass against me, baby," he moaned.

He was squeezing her ass, making her move. She rubbed herself against him as he fucked her. Her juices were making her a little wetter and his entrance was becoming easier. She was actually starting to feel excitement.

"Oh God no," she said softly as her body began responding to his fucking thrusts. "Oh God, don't let this be happening!"

She bit her lips and looked over his shoulder at the other four men licking their lips and waiting for their turn. She knew it was punishment. It was the kind of punishment Mr. Douglas would give for not obeying him.

"Lift your legs, bitch," he demanded.

She didn't know what he wanted but one of the other men stepped forward to help. He grabbed one of her legs and lifted it up behind the man's back. She screamed as the man's prick went deeper into her than she would have believed possible.

Her other leg was lifted up and she found herself pressed against the wall for balance. His cock was slamming forcefully into her cunt, punishing her with his hard thrusts.

"You're sweet, bitch," he said. "You've got a sweet pussy. So fucking sweet!"

Again she bit her lip as he started fucking her more rapidly. He was getting ready to come. She'd already felt the first spurt of his sticky wad.

"Oh fuckkkk!" he cried. "Oh fuckkkk! Oh Jesus fuck, I'm cominggggggg!"

His hot semen splattered into her cunt like the eruption of a volcano. She felt it flooding her cunt, filling her up and dripping down her thighs. He kept pounding his cock into her with rapid spurts of cum.

"Good, baby," he moaned. "Fucking good!"

He was finally done with her and he allowed her to drop her legs. She had never felt so used. She could feel his sticky cum on the insides of her thighs.

"Now it's my turn," another man said.

He had already unbuttoned his shirt and was peeling it off his broad shoulders. He unzipped his trousers and kicked them off. Then he peeled down his shorts. His cock was already hard and topped with a drop of lubricating fluid.

"Please," she said. "Not again. Please not again."

"Shut the fuck up," he said. "And get on the fucking bed with your pussy in the air. I want you to make like a dog."

"I can't do that!"

He hit her and he kept hitting her until she felt like the top of her head was going to come off. He grabbed her arm and pushed her toward the bed.

"Make like a dog, you bitch," be said. "Get down on your hands and knees and make like a dog."

She got onto the bed somehow and climbed to her hands and knees. He pushed her head down so that her pussy was higher than the rest of her body.

"Now bark, bitch," he said. "Bark like a hot bitch in heat."

She didn't know what he wanted but she felt his hard fingers close on her neck. His entire hand went around her throat and started choking her air off.

"Bark!" he said. "Bark like a bitch in heat!"

She barked like a dog while he climbed behind her and placed his thick cock at the entrance to her cunt. He pressed his cock into her. She felt the long shaft enter her cunt and his balls slap against her.

"Now you move, bitch," he said. "You move or I'm going to beat the shit out of her. You'd better be the best fuck I've ever had."

She was hurt and she was tired but there was something else happening to her that she didn't understand. The first man had excited her a little but this man was making her pussy juices hotter than they'd ever been.

She would have moved against him if he hadn't threatened her. She couldn't control the heat of her body. Her nipples were hard and aching and she wished someone would lick them.

"Oh God," she moaned. "Oh God, what's happening to me?"

"Look at her," a man said. "Look at her move."

"Now she's starting to act like a whore should. Look at her moving her ass. She's loving his prick."

She was loving his prick. She wouldn't have denied that. She loved the delicious length of it as he slammed into her. Most of all she loved the way he treated her. Never before had she felt so completely at a man's mercy and power.

"Oh," she moaned. "I'm coming. I'm going to come! Oh, I AMMMMMMM!"

A moment later she felt his huge prick expand, and then his thick cum was spurting into her. He kept pounding her until she thought she was going to pass out. She felt his sticky jism against her thighs and on her legs. He took his cock out, placed it against her belly, and let the last spurt run down her stomach.

"Sweet fuck," he said.

She was exhausted. The two men had worn her put and she looked with alarm at the third man coming toward her. He was already naked and his thick cock jutted out from between his legs.

"No," she said. "I'm tired. Please not any more."

"Fuck you," the man said.

He stretched out on the bed with touching her.

"Get on top," he said.

"I don't know what you mean," she said.

This time he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head across to him.

He kissed her lips brutally and probed into her mouth with his tongue.

He pushed her back.

"I mean I want you on top," he said. "Ride me. Ride me like a horse."

"No," she whispered. "I couldn't."

"You will," he said. "Or I'm going to beat the fuck out of you."

She knew be meant what be said. She crawled on top of him and sat up across his lap. She took his jutting cock in her hand and guided it up into her sore pussy.

"That's it, baby," he said. "Now ride me like a horsie. Make me come."

She started bouncing up and down but it wasn't enough to suit him. He reached up and grabbed her titties and started squeezing them hard. His fingers pinched her nipples.

"Faster, baby," he said. "You'll never make me come that way. Ride me faster."

He was hurting her and she tried to bounce her. His big prick was already starting to throb inside, of her. She could feel the big cock-head expanding. He relaxed his grasp on her titties but he continued to knead them.

"Sweet pussy," he moaned. "I like a sweet, riding pussy! Do me good, baby, do me good!"

He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her down across him as his cock spurted his cum into her. She continued to grind her pussy against him until he was depleted. She fell away from him, too tired move.

She didn't took up as she felt another cock sliding into her cunt and a man's weight fell on her. She moved her ass as well as she could and the man fucking her didn't seem to be too unhappy with her.

"Jesusss," be grunted. "Jesussss!"

A fourth cock came into her bruised and sensitive pussy. She was finding it hard to believe that just a few days before she had been a virgin. Now she had been fucked more times than the worst girl in school.

Another man was pushing his cock into her cum-filled cunt. He had been too excited and he came too quickly. Almost as soon as his large prick entered her. The rest of the men started laughing as he pulled his cock back out of her cunt.

"Can't take it, huh?" one man laughed. "A man your age ought to be able to control himself."

"Shut the fuck up," the man said.

Another body was getting into the bed with her.

"Please," she begged. "Not again. That's enough. All of you have had some. Please not again."

"Shut the fuck up," the man said. "Don't you know that we're doing this for your own good? Don't you know that?"

He laughed loudly as his fingers trailed across her nipples. She winced as his fingers went down and touched her pussy. She was so worn out there she didn't know if she could take another cock.

These men were big and used their cocks brutally.

"Please," she begged. "Can't you wait? Can't you do it again tomorrow? Please, no more tonight."

His finger went up into her cunt and be began to rub her. She winced in pain a couple of times as his fingers touched her sore pussy walls.

"You should know better than to cross Mr. Douglas," the man said. "You should know better."

"I won't," she said. "Not any more. I'll do what be says like I'm supposed to. I'll be a good girl. Only please don't hurt me any more."

She hardly knew what she was saying. She knew only that she didn't want them to abuse her body any more. She wanted to sleep and she wanted a hot shower to wash herself clean. She wanted to go home.

"Do you mean that?" he asked. "Are you going to do what you're told from now on?"

"Yes," she said. "I promise. I'll do what I'm told. Anything he wants."

She would have been willing to promise anything to get his fingers away from her sore cunt. He removed his fingers and traced her nipples again.

"You know what will happen to you if you don't keep that promise?" he asked her.

She had an idea but she shook her head.

"You'll be brought back here," he told her. "And next time it won't be so easy. You've got a nice, sweet ass and I want it. I'd have fucked that hole if Mr. Douglas hadn't told us not to. And I bet you can suck cocks good too. Maybe I hope you do screw up again. We could have a lot of fun."

He slapped her ass. He got up from the bed and she watched the men put their clothes back on.

They started out the door.

"What about me?" Tracy asked.

"You know where you're supposed to go," the man said.

"But I don't know where I am," she protested.

"He'll find you," the man said. "When he wants to find you."

She remained at the little house until she heard a car pull up front. She had already dressed and she walked outside. Brad had the car door open for her.

"Are you ready to go back?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered.

"Mr. Douglas wants to see you as soon as you've rested and cleaned yourself up. There's a dressing gown on your bed for you to put on."

She realized that her bag was gone and now the only clothes she had were the ones she had on. Perhaps that had been what Joe Douglas had intended all along. Perhaps he was trying to make her dependent upon him for things.

It won't work, she told herself. They had raped her and she'd had promised them anything, but she would get another chance to run away. Then she remembered what the man had told her about having to come back there.

This time they wouldn't be so gentle with her.

She shivered as she wondered how rough a human being could possibly get with another. Surely he hadn't meant that about using her ass and mouth the same way they had used her pussy.

That would be too much! Somehow she knew that she was fooling herself. That man had meant everything he'd said.

They stopped at the front of Mr. Douglas' country house. Brad got out and opened the door for her. She saw him looking at her blouse and she remembered that she wasn't wearing a bra.

She looked down at herself, her nipples were responding to the cold. They were hard and outlined against the sheerness of her blouse.

Brad was licking his lips. She thought that perhaps she could use Brad to get, away. He was hot for her. Maybe she could convince him to turn her loose.

"Do you think I'm pretty, Brad?"

"Sure," he said.

"How would you like to be my special boy?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, if you'd help me to get away you could come and visit any time you want. I'd be nice to you, Brad. I really would."

"How nice?"

"Just anything you wanted," she said.

She was pleased at the way the conversation was going. Brad looked really interested. She pushed her titties forward to give him a better view.

"Would you suck my cock?" he asked.

She didn't want to answer that question. She didn't want to suck any man's cock. That seemed the most degrading thing a woman could do. But she wanted to get away and she swallowed her pride.

"Of course," she said. "Anything you wanted."

"How do I know you'd be worth helping?"

"I could do something for you," she said.

She wished that her pussy wasn't so sore. She would have just leaned back and given him what he wanted. But, she was afraid that he would hurt her.

"What will you do?" he asked. "Will you suck my cock? Right now?"

She couldn't do that. Then she realized that she was never going to get away unless she did as Brad wanted. He was her last hope. The only one who could help her escape.

"All right," she said tiredly.

"Sit with your legs out of the seat," he said. "I'll stand here by the door."

She swung her legs out of the seat and sat motionless. He unzipped his trousers and brought out a large, limp prick. He drew closer to her so that his prick was only inches away from her face.

"Kiss it," he demanded.

She touched her lips distastefully to the head of his cock. She felt it growing under that slight caress. She drew back in disgust. She didn't know if she was going to be able to do this or not. It seemed an awful price to pay for her freedom.

"Can't I do something else?" she asked. "I mean I'll do that for you but right now I'm just so tired and it wouldn't be good for you. Why don't we wait until you get me back to my sister's apartment? Then we can have a really good time."

"You stupid bitch," he said, stuffing his prick back into his trousers. "You didn't really think I'd let you go, did you? Shit, when Mr. Douglas is through with you I get you and you'll suck my cock or whatever I want."

She slapped at him but he caught her hand and jerked her from the car. He grabbed her hair and bent her head back until she was afraid her neck was going to snap.

His other hand crept between her legs. He pushed her legs apart roughly and stuffed his hand down the waistband of her pants. She felt his fingers going underneath her panties and rubbing her sore pussy lips.

"Please," she said. "Please."

"DO you know what would happen if I told Mr. Douglas that you tried this trick?"

"I think so," she said.

"You bet your sweet ass you know," Brad said. "He'd send you right back to the little cabin. Those boys can be a hell of a lot rougher than they were tonight."

He pressed his mouth to hers and his tongue pushed between her lips. He fondled her tongue with his own. His finger penetrated her cunt and started rubbing her.

"STOP!" she begged him loudly. "It burns! It really hurts!"

"You bitches always hurt afterwards," Brad said. "Those guys have big pricks."

He released her. She was trembling as he grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the house. Her legs were weak and she almost stumbled a few times.

"Go upstairs," he said. "Clean yourself up and put on your gown. Mr. Douglas wants you in bed tonight and be gets what he wants."

Somehow she staggered up the steps. She took a long, hot shower and put on the robe that was on the bed. It was long and soft and clinging. The richness of the fabric made her nipples stand up hard. She heard a knock on her door and she opened it. Louise brushed past her.

"How was it?" Louise asked.

"How was what?" Tracy asked.

"You don't have to play games with me," Louise said. "I know what happened. I tried to run away myself."

"You did?"

"Yes," Louise said. "I found out what this place was going to be like and I told him I'd rather go to jail. He let me get a little way down the street when those three men picked me up."

"I had five," Tracy said.

"Good God," Louise said. "He must have really wanted to break your spirit. Three were enough for me."

Tracy sat down on her bed. She gave her hair a few brush strokes until it was shining. Somehow she wanted her hair to look pretty.

"Are you going to him now?" Louise asked.

"Yes," Tracy answered.

"Well good luck," Louise said. "And let me give, you a piece of advice. Don't fight him any more. It's easier if you just go along with him. He'll get what he wants and it hurts if he gets it the hard way. Go along with him."

There was no way out for her. The only way she'd ever leave was to leave when Joe got tired of her. She found big tears running down her checks. Louise sat down beside her and comforted her with warm arms.

"There," Louise said soothingly. "I know what you're feeling, but everything's going to be all right. Just do what you're told and you'll find that things have a different look to them."

"They couldn't have a different look to them," Tracy sobbed.

"But they will," Louise assured her. "Just do what you're told and you'll find that you'll start liking it here."

"I could never like it here," Tracy said. "I hate it. I hate what they've done to me. I hate my sister for bringing Joe Douglas into my life."

Louise bent her head and gave her a kiss on the check. Tracy turned her head quickly and caught the smell of Louise's perfume, a pleasing smell.

"Oh, Louise," Tracy moaned.

She found herself being kissed by Louise. It wasn't the kind of demanding kiss that Sonia had given her. It was a gentle, caressing kiss that caused her to respond hotly.

"No," Louise said, pushing her away. "There's time enough for that. Right now he expects you."

"I won't go to him," Tracy said. "I want to stay here with you."

"You have to go," Louise said.

Louise left her and Tracy took control of her senses. She pulled her robe closer about her and walked out into the hall. Again she walked to the room at the end of the hall and knocked on the door.

"Come in, Tracy," Joe said.

Nothing bad changed. It didn't seem like most of the night had passed. He was still on the bed and reading a book. He still had on his dressing gown.

"Did you enjoy your trip?" he asked.

She wanted to charge him and scratch his eyes out. She wanted to hurt him. But she found she couldn't move. Her spirit was gone and her body was weak. She just wanted to get her ordeal over with and get out of that place.

"Come here," be demanded.

She drew closer and he put his hand on her thigh. He massaged her through the gown she wore. There was something exciting about the way his hands rubbed the soft fabric against her skin.

His hand went up her body in a slow, loving caress. His fingers lingered at her titties. He rubbed her nipples gently. He brought them to a hard sensitivity.

He took his hands away.

"Now take your clothes off," be said.

She obeyed him. She undid the zipper at the top of her gown and peeled the robe off her shoulders. She was naked except for her panties. She started to pull them down and he stopped her.

"No," he said. "Leave the panties on. Now get into bed with me."

She got into the bed and pressed herself against him. He didn't seem to be excited about the closeness of her body. He seemed very calm as his hands started to explore her. She winced a couple of times as his hands pressed against sore places, but be didn't cause her much pain.

"You have a flawless body," he said. "Your tits are much more firm than Maggie's. You must do exercises."

"Yes," she said.

"Good," he said. "I like a woman who takes care of her body. Did my men treat you very roughly?"

She looked into his face and saw that he was silently laughing at her. He would know exactly how they had treated her. He would probably have gotten a blow-by-blow description of everything.

She wanted to scream at him, to curse and call him names. Again she wanted to go for those smiling eyes and scratch him until the blood came. Again her arms felt like lead weights and she couldn't make herself move them.

"Yes," she said. "They treated me very roughly."

"And have you learned your lesson?" he asked.

"Yes sir," she said.

She could tell he was pleased at her answer. She didn't know why she'd called him sir except that she was growing more and more afraid of him. He had so much power over her that she could feel herself trembling.

"Have you ever sucked a man's cock?" he asked.

She remembered downstairs. She remembered how disgusting it had been to touch her lips to Brad's cock. She remembered the strong aroma of him, the masculine smell.

"No," she said.

"Would you like to suck mine?"

She wanted to tell him no. Instead she found herself nodding her head and he was pushing her head down his body. There was a part in his robe and she saw his limp cock. She pressed her lips to it and felt his cock stir.

Again that feeling of revulsion came over her. She didn't like touching her lips to his cock any more than she'd liked kissing Brad's.

"Open your mouth," he said. "Take my cock into your mouth."

She closed her eyes and swallowed her pride. She opened her mouth and took in the end of his cock. She remembered, bow Louise had let her head go up and down on his stiff rod.

That was what she had to do. She knew the only escape would be to give him what he wanted. She opened her lips even wider and went down on his cock all the way to his balls.

It wasn't as bad as she expected. She found that she could hold him in her mouth and use her tongue at the same time. She licked and caressed him with her tongue and she could feel him growing more excited.

"Good," he moaned. "Good!"

She remembered how Louise had fondled his balls with her hand and so she reached up and touched his heavy sac. She caressed his balk with her fingers.

"Go up and down on my cock," he said. "Move your head up and down."

She was aware that he was moving his hips and she knew he was getting near his climax. It frightened her for she didn't know if she could take his hot cum in her mouth. She didn't seem to have any choice. His hands were in her hair and he was puffing her up and down on his stiff cock.

"Ahhhhh," he moaned. "That's it, sweet girl. Do me good! Ahhh stilt, you're the best cocksucker ever! Ahhhhh shit, do me good!"

She felt the first drop of his salty jism against her tongue. She wanted to draw her head back but he wouldn't allow her any freedom. He took her bead and crammed her down hard on his cock.

"Here I come!" he yelled. "Oh fuck, here I come! Oh fucking shittttt!"

He exploded into her mouth with great gobs of his cream. She choked on it and some of the cum came out the corners of her mouth. But still he had her head in an unmovable position and she was forced to swallow to keep from gagging.

She swallowed each spurt of his salty jism and kept swallowing until he fell back against the bed, completely exhausted. She licked the white sperm from the head of his prick as she knew he wanted her to do.

He patted the back of her hair and then directed her to lick the rest of his cock. She cleaned him with her tongue like a cat cleaning its fur.

"Good job," he said.

He pulled at her head and she came up to kiss his lips. He kissed her for a few minutes and then be turned her over. He pulled her close to him and she could feel his limp cock still dripping wet in the crevice of her buttocks.

His hands came around her waist and caressed her titties.

"You did a good job," he said. "Now I'm going to reward you."

He continued to fondle her nipples until she felt them growing sensitive. He kissed the back of her neck and pulled her ass closer to him. He spread her legs apart and placed his limp cock between her thighs.

She could feel him growing between her thighs. Growing big and hard again. She had thought that she would have been too sore to have sex for a month, but now she could feel her juices boiling up.

She started rubbing her ass against him.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"I want you to fuck me," she said.

He spread her legs and held his cock as be guided it up into her pussy. She was still sore but his cock's lubricating juices and her own juices soon had her wet enough not to feel it.

"Oh yes," she moaned. "That's it. Fuck me! Fuck me good."

He started moving his cock in and out of her pussy. She could feel his balls as they touched her and this excited her even more. It was a comfortable position where neither of them had to move overly much and she found herself really enjoying it.

"Ummmm," she moaned. "I can't stand this. I'll have to come. I can't wait."

"Go ahead, baby," he said. "Let it all bang out. Do what you want."

His words encouraged her to move faster against him. Her tin became swollen under his fingers, her nipples rock hard and aching.

"Oh Jesussssss," she moaned. "This is nice! I'm going to come! I'm going to come!"

"Come on," he encouraged. "Fuck my cock off. Fuck it off!"

She really was attempting to fuck his cock off. She found this the most exciting sex she'd ever had.

"I'm coming!" she screamed. "I'm comingggg! Oh Jesus fuck, I'm commming!"

He came with her, his hot cock spurting into her cunt as she flooded him with her hot juices. They kept fucking until they were both drained.

"Oh God," she moaned as he fell away from her. "That was fine."

She realized that Louise had been right. It was fine. The finest fuck she'd ever had. She turned over quickly and pressed herself against him. She felt like she was owned by him and she realized she liked the feeling.

She wanted to be owned by him. All her fight was gone. She was his to do with as he pleased.

She had to serve breakfast the next morning. Brad awakened her at six by pounding on the door. It seemed like she hadn't gotten any sleep at all the night before. After Joe had finished with her he had sent her back to her room. She couldn't have slept more than two hours before the morning came.

"Go away," she said.

"Come on," Brad said, pushing open the door. "Mr. Douglas wants you downstairs by six-thirty. It's time for breakfast and be has some guests."

She didn't protest any longer. She forced herself to get up and she took a hot shower. She dressed in panties and bra and a skirt and blouse that had been placed in the bathroom for her.

Mr. Douglas, if he were the one who picked out the clothes, had very fine taste. Everything he had told her to wear was very expensive and yet simple.

The color and sizes were perfect.

She brushed her hair until it was shining and she hurried downstairs. Brad was in the kitchen.

"Mr. Douglas wants you to serve," Brad said. "They're on the patio."

Joe and his two guests sat by a table near the pool. Tracy brought them omelets and coffee on a silver tray. The omelets smelled delicious and she found that she was hungry. She knew there was more in the kitchen and she started back, but Joe called her name.

"Come here, Tracy," he said. She walked back to the table.

"This is Tracy," Joe Douglas said. "She's my new houseguest."

The woman looked Tracy over critically but the man was obviously impressed. He licked his lips as he studied the outlines of Tracy's body. Tracy blushed under his gaze, for he made her feel as if she were naked.

"She's fantastic," the man said. "You always have such fine taste in houseguests."

"If you like bosomy types," the woman shrugged.

"Shit, Marsha," the man said. "You don't like bosomy types because you have the smallest titties I've ever seen. Just two little buds."

"Please, Jack," the woman named Marsha said, and blushed. "You shouldn't talk like that."

"Shit," Jack said again. "I'll talk any way I like. You should never marry them, Joe. After a while they start to nag. Even a woman with little titties. You'd think she'd be thankful."

Marsha turned a fierce red and jumped up from the table. For a moment Tracy thought that Marsha was going to strike her husband. But she seemed to gain control of herself.

"Sit down, Marsha," Jack said. "Ill talk about you any time I want."

"Well I don't have to listen," Marsha said. "I'm leaving."

"You're sitting down," Jack said. "You're sitting down right now."

"Screw you," Marsha said.

Tracy had to jump back as Jack came out of his chair in a thunderous rage. He knocked his wife on her ass. Then he picked her up and flung her head first into the pool. He walked to the side of the pool and grasped her by the hair. He jerked her head up and then pushed her under the water again.

Tracy saw Marsha struggling as she tried to get up for air. Tracy almost said something but she saw the look in Joe's eyes that said not to interfere. She remained silent but it was hard.

Marsha had almost ceased to struggle before he allowed her to come up for air. He gave her a few gulps and then he pushed her head under again. She thrashed about for a few seconds and then she quit struggling.

He allowed her head to come up again.

"Please stop, Jack," she sputtered. "Please stop."

He pulled her out of the pool by her hair. She was bleeding from a place on her lips where he'd struck her. Jack knelt down beside her and took her blouse and ripped it apart. He then took her bra and ripped it away.

Marsha did have very small titties. He grabbed her by the hair again and lifted her to her feet.

"Now go sit down," he said.

Marsha was like a zombie as she walked back to the table. Her long brown hair was stringy wet and she made no move to cover up her small titties.

"See," Jack said. "I told you she had no titties."

"She is small," Joe agreed. "But often a woman will compensate for smallness in other ways."

"She does at that," Jack said, licking his lips. "She gives the best blowjobs I've ever had."

"I doubt that," Joe said. "Tracy here sucks a good cock."

Tracy couldn't help but be shocked at the way they were talking. She saw Marsha wince under the impact of his words.

"Maybe you'd like to have a contest," Jack said.

"What kind?" Joe asked.

"To see who's the best cocksucker," Jack said. "Tracy sucks mine and Marsha does yours."

"Oh God no," Marsha said as she realized what her husband was saying. Jack's face turned angry again and Tracy was quickly at Marsha's shoulder.

"Don't fight," Tracy whispered in her ear. "They'll hurt you if you fight."

Marsha nodded as she saw the kindness in Tracy's face.

"What do we do?" Tracy asked.

"I think," Joe said, "that you two should get on your knees under the table. The first one to bring her guy off is the winner of the contest. I think you will win it, Tracy."

His eyes left Tracy little room for doubt. She was supposed to bring Jack off fast. Joe would feel pride at having a girl who was the best of the cocksuckers.

Jack reached over and caressed one of Marsha's small nubs.

"You win," he said.

Marsha looked at Tracy and Tracy could not help her sympathetic look. Yet Tracy had no intentions of losing. She was determined to make Jack come first. After all, Marsha was married to Jack and she had to live with him. Tracy was not married to Joe and she wanted to be away from him as quickly as possible.

The only way to do that was to do everything he told her.

"On your knees," Joe said.

Tracy went under the table quickly. Jack spread his legs as she fumbled with his zipper. She got his zipper undone and she reached inside for his cock.

She found his huge cock bunched in his shorts.

She wrapped her fingers around his prick and pulled it from his shorts. She slipped her fingers farther into his shorts and also lifted out his balls. His heavy balls were filled with sperm.

She didn't think it was going to be too hard to make him come quickly.

"You've got a real beauty," she said. "A real nice big cock."

"Well suck it up, baby," he said with impatience.

She opened her mouth and put just the head of his cock into her mouth. She felt him tremble with excitement. It gave her a sense of power. It wasn't like sucking Joe's cock. Joe was always the one who called out how he wanted it to be done.

Here she could do what she liked with his cock, anything that would increase his excitement. She licked at his tiny hole and felt him jump.

"Jesus!" he cried. "What a tongue! What a fucking tongue!"

"You like that?" Joe questioned.

"Oh yeah," Jack said. "Hey, Marsha, you're wasting time. Get down on his cock. Just do it like you do mine, baby, and you're sure to get a mouthful of cum."

Marsha didn't look as if she cared for the idea, but she followed Tracy's example. She got on her knees under the table and took Joe's cock out. She touched his limp prick with her lips.

"Get into the spirit, Marsha," Jack said. "Enjoy sucking his cock."

Marsha looked as if she'd eaten something that didn't agree with her, but she once again put her open mouth to Joe's cock. Tracy watched her mouth move as she slowly gobbled up more and more of Joe's cock.

Finally Joe had his balls resting on Marsha's chin and Marsha was just barely moving her mouth up and down. Tracy could tell from the soft sighs Joe was making that he was enjoying it. Tracy knew she was going to have to get busy.

Tracy opened her mouth wide and went down on his thick staff all the way to his balls. She wed her tongue as she'd used it with Joe the night before.

"Jesus Christ!" Jack cried. "How's she doing that? Oh Jesus, that's good!"

She started moving her head up and dawn like a piston on his stiff rod. She knew Jack would not be able to last for long as she worked her lips and tongue.

"Ahhhh fuck!" Jack cried. "It's too good! I can't stand it! It's too fucking good!"

"Go ahead!" Joe said. "Shoot off in her mouth! Give her your hot load of cum!"

Tracy sucked him in deep just as he started pumping his sperm into her mouth. She couldn't taste him but she could feel the wetness against the back of her throat. She swallowed quickly so that not a drop would be spilled.

"Ahhhhh Jesussss!" Jack cried. "That was fine, girl. That was really fine."

Tracy pulled back her head and licked her cum-covered lips. She looked over at Marsha. Marsha was still trying, but it was easy to see that she found the job distasteful. Her eyes were closed and she was going up and down on his cock as fast as she could manage.

"I guess you win," Jack said. "She's certainly a better cocksucker than my wife."

"Of course," Joe said. "But we should devise some punishment for Marsha. It would teach your wife to be a little faster next time."

"That's fine with me," Jack said. "She's all yours. I feel tired. I'm going in for a nap."

Jack gave Tracy a pat on the head.

"You really are a sweet cocksucker, girl," be said.

Marsha was still sucking Joe's cock as her husband left her. Joe pushed her back. She hadn't heard the conversation between her husband and Joe and now she looked around, frightened.

"Come up from there," Joe said.

She came out from under the table and so did Tracy. Tracy found herself growing excited and she wondered what son of punishment Joe intended for Marsha. Tracy knew that it would be something that would shock the woman.

"Where's my husband?" Marsha asked.

"He's gone inside," Joe said. "He's given you to me for the time being."

"What?" Marsha asked.

"He's given you to me," Joe repeated. "You needn't look so shocked. You lost the contest. Tracy won. Now it's time for you to take the loser's position."

"You're crazy," Marsha said. "I'm not taking anything from you. I'm going inside."

"Brad," Joe said softly.

Tracy had not seen Brad but he appeared suddenly and he caught Marsha by the arm. Marsha started to fight but one look at Brad's face stopped her cold.

"You're mine," Joe said. "Right now you're mine. I'll tell you when to go. Sit down."

Marsha sat down. Tracy remained standing nearby. She knew she should leave, but she didn't want to miss any of what happened. Something told her that it was going to be something to see.

"Have you ever really been fucked?" Joe asked.

"I don't know what you mean," Marsha said. "I'm not a virgin."

"Hell," Joe said. "I know Jack. He's got a cock, but he doesn't know very much about it. He can knock a woman around but he doesn't know how to really fuck a woman. I think it's time you found out."

"You leave me alone," Marsha said. "Don't come near me."

"I have no intention of coming near you," Joe said. "I'm leaving you to Brad. Brad, enjoy yourself."

Tracy thought she'd seen the worst parts of Brad, but now it was like Joe had turned an animal loose. Marsha's eyes went wide with fright as Brad came toward her.

"No," she whispered. "Don't hurt me! No!"

The look in Brad's eyes was pure animal lust. Tracy couldn't move. She watched as Brad lifted Marsha easily from her chair and ripped her pants outfit dawn the front. His big hand went under her panties and Tracy saw Marsha wince.

Brad was forcing his finger into Marsha's pussy. There was nothing she could do. She wasn't strong enough to fight Brad off. A look of pain came to her face as Brad began to move his finger in and out.

"On the table," Joe said.

Brad forced her against the table and then he bent the top half of her body flat against the cool metal. He pressed her head down while his other hand kept plunging in and out of her pussy.

"Feel good?" he asked. "I bet it does."

"You bastard," she moaned. "You fucking bastard."

"Now that's no way for a lady to talk," Brad laughed. "No way at all."

"Take her panties ail the way down," Joe commanded.

Brad still held her with one hand while he pulled her panties down her legs. She struggled uselessly as he peeled the panties off her legs. Her pink pussy lips were now exposed, and Tracy could see Brad's finger going in and out.

Brad left her cunt again and unzipped his trousers. He pulled his big cock out, already hard and ready for action. He pressed it against her pussy and with one hard thrust buried it up to his balls in her pussy.

"Oh God." Marsha moaned. "I wasn't nice. That hurt, you bastard. That hurt."

He laughed as he slammed his cock into her pussy again and again. Tracy had never seen anything look so vulgar and yet so exciting. There could be no doubt that it was rough and brutal rape, but Tracy found herself warming up.

"Move it," he demanded. "Move your ass!"

"No," she moaned.

He put his other hand against her back and began to press her harder against the table. There was no pity in him. He didn't quit until she started moving herself like he wanted her to.

"That's better," he said. "That's much better."

"Don't come that way," Joe said. "I want you to fuck her in the ass."

"Oh no!" Marsha protested. "Oh God no!"

But Brad looked as if he liked the idea. Tracy felt shivers all over as he pulled his huge cock out of Marsha's dripping pussy and pressed it against her asshole.

"No!" she protested. "Please don't do that! Nobody's ever done that!"

"Then it's time somebody did," Brad said.

"No!" she cried. "Oh God no!"

Brad wasn't listening. He changed his position so that his cock-head was pressed against her tiny anus. He began to rotate his hips so that his cock-head was sinking into her tight anus.

"Fucking tight," he moaned. "She's so fucking tight. I'm going to drench her in cum!"

"Oh shit, that hurts!" Marsha cried. "Please stop! You're killing me! Oh God, please stop!"

Brad's only answer was to slip his hands underneath her body so that her ass was elevated even more. He pushed and Tracy saw his cock disappearing into her ass.

"Oh shit!" she screamed. "Oh fucking shit, you're killing me! Oh shitttt!"

He gave one last shove and his cock was buried to the hilt in her ass. His heavy balls slapped against her as he drew his prick out and then slammed it into her once again.

"You bastard!" she said. "You bastard!" He began fucking her brutally, savagely. His eyes looked like an animal's eyes and the only sound was the steady slap of his balls against her ass.

"Jesus," he moaned. "Jesus, this is good! Oh Jesus, it feels good!"

"Shoot your wad," Joe said. "Fm her ass! Fill it up with your cum!"

Brad began fucking her faster, and soft moans escaped from his throat. His big hands left her neck and went underneath to cup Marsha's titties.

"Such small titties," be groaned. "They don't give a man much to hang onto."

"You bastard," Marsha sobbed.

"I'm coming!" be cried. "I'm coining! Oh shit, I'm coming right in her ass! Oh fuckkkkk!"

Tracy saw his body jerk and she knew his cum was pouring into Marsha's ass. He kept slamming his prick into her until his cock was drained. Then he pulled it out.

"Lick him off," Joe commanded.

"You motherfucker," Marsha sobbed. "You bastard. I'll kill you."

"Lick his prick clean," Joe said again.

"Ill bite your Goddamn prick off!" she cried.

She actually started toward Joe as if she were going to do just that, but Brad caught her around the waist and pulled her back against him.

"One last time," Joe said softly. "On your knees and lick his cock clean. I've about lost my patience."

Something in his voice must have convinced Marsha that there could be worse things to happen to her. She turned and fell to her knees and quickly licked Brad's cock clean. Then she stood up and walked back into the house. Tracy had seen fire in her eyes. Marsha may have been beaten to her knees but he hadn't destroyed her pride.

Tracy shivered. She would have hated to be Jack for the rest of his and Marsha's married life.

"That was nice," Joe said. "Let's go back inside. We have to prepare for this evening. I have something very special in mind."

Tracy looked at Joe and knew that the something special concerned her. Again she felt cold shivers all over her body.

Tracy found her clothes put out for her when she stepped out of the shower. This time she found a sheer gown and a pair of yellow panties. She slipped the panties on and then pulled the gown over her head. The gown didn't hide very much. She noticed that it made her large titties seem even larger.

She wondered what Joe had in mind. She had a feeling that it was going to be something very different from anything that had ever happened to her. She found herself almost looking forward to it.

"What's happening to me?" she asked herself.

She had been a good girl from a small town but she was starting to behave like a nymphomaniac. She was starting to behave as if she liked it here.

Joe had told her to stay in her room until she was called. It was a little past tight before Brad came for her.

"Hurry," he said. "The show is about to begin."

"The show?" she questioned. "Brad, what's going on?"

"You'll find out," he said.

"That's what I'm afraid of," she said.

Someone had changed the decorations downstairs. She found that she had to go through a back room and she couldn't see the living room. She came to a stage.

"A stage?" She turned to Brad. "But what the hell is this doing here? It wasn't here this afternoon."

"It's a special construction," Brad explained. "For very special occasions. It's lowered from the top and bottom of the room. It's very practical."

"I just bet it is," Tracy said.

She studied the stage. There was a soft carpet and a big brass bed. That was all. She looked back at Brad with a curious expression.

"But what am I doing here?" she asked.

"You're the main attraction," he explained.

"The attraction?" she asked. "Me?"

"Look out the curtain," he said.

She very carefully peeped through the folds of curtain. There were a number of people out in the living room. They looked like some of the couples that had been there that first evening. She was still puzzled. What did Joe have in mind?

"I don't understand," she said.

"You will," Brad said.

They left her standing at one corner of the stage for a long while. Then she saw Louise come in from the other side. Louise wore a black gown similar to her own.

"Louise," Tracy said.

"Shhhhhh," Brad said. "Louise is first. Then you."

"What are we going to do?" Tracy asked.

"You and her," Brad explained. "Two girls together."

Tracy realized what he meant as she looked back at Louise. Louise gave her a smile. Well, there could be no arguing with Joe. He wanted them to perform on stage and that was what they would do.

"You're on," Brad said.

The curtain came up and there was a smattering of applause as Tracy and Louise came to the center of the stage. The applause stopped and there was silence except for the heavy breathing of some of the men and women in the audience.

"Make it good," Louise said.

"I'll try," Tracy said.

Louise put both her hands on Tracy's shoulders and peered into her face.

Tracy brought her face close and kissed Louise on the mouth. Louise's mouth opened and Tracy felt her tongue slip into her mouth.

There was a deep silence as Louise took Tracy's hand and led her toward the bed. They stretched out on the bed side by side.

There was an overhead light that lit up everything that happened on the bed. The audience could clearly see the two women.

Tracy kissed Louise on the mouth. She felt Louise's hands at her titties, fondling and caressing. She moaned as Louise started little fires in her pussy.

"Oh, Louise," she said. "That feels so nice." Louise's hot tongue went down the side of her neck and then Louise's mouth closed over one of Tracy's titties. Even through the material of her gown Tracy could feel that hot tongue against her.

"Ohhhhhhh," she moaned. "Ohhhhh."

Louise was slipping her hands underneath Tracy's gown. Her roaming hands came up to Tracy's buttocks and started fondling her there.

Tracy brought her own hands up to caress Louise's titties. She fondled them gently, liking the way Louise's nipples became instantly hard.

"You're so nice and soft," Tracy said.

Louise's hands were now underneath Tracy's panties. Her fingers clutched at the smooth bulk of her ass-checks and rhythmically squeezed.

With each squeeze Tracy would feel an electric spark shooting up her body. Louise knew how to use her hands and fingers.

Tracy dropped one hand down to Louise's pussy. She pushed apart Louise's legs and she started rubbing her there. She felt Louise getting heated up as her fingers touched.

"Oh baby," Louise said.

The two girls drew back and stripped off their gowns. Again there was a little applause as they revealed their titties.

Louise dropped her bead and captured Tracy's right nipple in her sucking mouth. Tracy felt her tit become swollen with sensitivity. She pushed more of her creamy flesh into Louise's hot mouth.

"Oh baby," she said. "I love your mouth. Oh sweet baby."

Louise's fingers were probing between Tracy's legs. Tracy felt herself being pushed onto her back as Louise pushed down her panties.

Tracy was already hot down there and Louise's two fingers slipped easily into her juicy pussy. Louise found her clit and started brushing her against it.

"Ohhhhhhhh," Tracy moaned.

Tracy lifted her ass as Louise finished peeling off her panties and then her fingers were back between Tracy's hot thighs.

Louise's lips kept starting fires within Tracy. Her hot tongue kept her nipples hard.

"Louise," Tracy moaned. "Oh Louise."

Then Louise was going down on her. She felt Louise's hot tongue on her stomach and then at her thighs. She moaned loudly as Louise's tongue slipped into her pussy.

"Oh Jesus!" she said.

Louise kept running her tongue in and out of Tracy's cunt very rapidly. It felt good. So good. She felt herself pushing her pussy up at Louise's tongue.

"I can't stand this," Tracy moaned. "I'm going to come. I can't stand it! Oh Louiseeeeeeeee!"

She came very quickly, pouring her hot juices into Louise's sucking mouth. Louise kept swallowing and sucking until the trembling in Tracy's body had stopped.

Tracy opened her eyes and looked across the stage and saw another man coming onto the stage. He really wasn't a man, but a beautiful-looking boy.

She dropped her eyes to where his huge cock dangled limply between his legs. Tracy didn't think she'd ever seen such a beautiful boy. He had golden hair and very blue eyes and a perfect body. He looked a little shy.

Tracy heard the collective gasp of the women in he audience as he walked out onto the stage. Louise turned to look over her shoulder.

"My goodness," Louise said. "He's beautiful. I've never seen him before."

"And he has a beautiful cock," Tracy said. She realized that she'd never seen a cock as big or as well formed as his. Even limp it would have put a lot of men's cocks to shame.

He walked across the stage and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"I'm Bobby," he said.

Tracy couldn't help but bend her head and touch her lips to the head of bis beautiful cock. She looked back info his face and saw his eyes go wide with alarm.

"You're frightened," Louise said. "How old are you, Bobby?"

"Eighteen," he said.

"Eighteen," Tracy repeated. She had known he was young but she hadn't realized he was that young.

"Why are you frightened, Bobby?" Tracy asked.

"Because I've never been with a woman."

There was another loud gasp from the women in the audience, and Tracy realized they'd been hearing everything that was said, no matter how softly. There had to be concealed mikes around there somewhere.

She knew that Bobby was Joe Douglas' treat to the women in the audience. She wondered how he'd managed to get Bobby into this. Then she realized that she didn't care. Bobby's youthful shyness and his beauty turned her on.

He was also turning Louise on.

"Don't you be nervous," Louise said. "We're not going to let anything happen to you."

They pulled on him until they had him stretched out on the bed between them. Then Louise and Tracy began running their hot fingertips all over his body.

"You're beautiful, Bobby," Tracy whispered into his ear. "Do you know you're beautiful?"

"No, ma'am," he said.

She almost giggled at his obvious fear. Louise had run her finger down to his crotch and now her fingers touched his cook. Tracy wasted no time putting her fingers on his cock alongside Louise's. His cock stiffened almost immediately.

Tracy took the top of his cock and worked it between her fingers, while Louise lifted his balls and gently ran her fingernails over them.

Bobby groaned as his cock rose to hardness. The cock-head was the largest Tracy had ever seen, and she could already feel him going into her cunt.

"Oh that's sweet, Bobby," Tracy said. "That's a really sweet cock."

There were women in the audience who were groaning loudly. Tracy knew that she'd be just as jealous if she'd been sitting out there.

She lazed over and gave Bobby a kiss. Her lips pressed against his and she probed with her sharp tongue. He wouldn't open his lips and she drew back.

"Don't you like me, Bobby?" she asked.

"Oh yes," he said. "I like you. I like you very much."

"Then relax," she said. "Let me make you feel good. Kiss me easy."

She put her mouth back on his and this time his mouth opened to the probing of her tongue. She fondled his thick tongue with her own and she felt the juices start to flow in her pussy.

"Oh, Bobby," she said. "You're so beautiful you're making me hot. Don't you want to feel how hot you're making me?"

She took his hand and placed it between her legs. She pressed her thighs together tightly on his hand. His face had turned white.

"Feel me, Bobby," she begged. "Feel how nice and juicy you're making my pussy."

"Don't talk like that," he said.

"Why, Bobby?" she asked. "Does it make you blush?"

Louise went down on him. Her red tongue flicked at his balls. Bobby looked down as if he couldn't believe what was happening.

"What's she doing?" he asked.

Tracy wondered at a eighteen-year-old boy who could be so stupid about sex. But then, Joe would have gone out of his way to find a really innocent boy.

Tracy licked at his nipples and they became hard under the caress of her tongue. She licked down his stomach and stopped at the cock-head. She touched her tongue to the end and licked off some of his lubricating fluid.

"Ummmm, Bobby," she moaned. "You taste so nice."

Her head was next to Louise as they kept kissing and playing with his hard cock. Louise was sucking his heavy balls into her mouth and rolling them with her tongue.

"Oh God!" Bobby said.

"He's a sweet one," Tracy told Louise.

"Let's see who can make him come first," Louise said. "The one who takes his cum into her mouth wins."

Immediately Tracy drew the gigantic cock into her mouth. She drew his cock into her throat and released him. Louise then drew the cock into her mouth.

There were groans from the audience as Tracy repeated the process. Tracy knew there were a lot of women who wanted a taste of his cock. She didn't care about them. She was enjoying the sweet taste of his cock too much herself.

"Oh you're got to stop," Bobby said. "Something's happening. Oh, you've got to stop!"

His groans only made Tracy and Louise go faster. Tracy closed her eyes as she went down on his cock farther than she'd gone before. Then she used her tongue in the special way she'd learned and she tasted the first of his jism.

"Ummmmm," Tracy said.

"Oh God!" he groaned. "Oh Jesus, I'm comingggggg!"

She tasted his cum as he spurted gob after gob down her hungry throat. Louise pushed her head away and went down on him herself. Tracy placed her fingertips against Louise's throat and felt her swallowing.

"He tastes sweet," Tracy said. "Really sweet."

Louise agreed with a muffled sound as she continued to suck down his sweet cum.

Tracy felt bruised and sore when she awakened but she also felt happy. She stretched as she looked up at the morning sun coming through her window.

The night before she had really learned to be a woman. She had been a willing slave passed around from man to man, even a few women, from the audience. She had come more times than she could remember and she had enjoyed it more than anything she could remember.

Maggie had been right. Sex was fun if one took the right attitude about it.

Someone knocked on her door and she called for them to come in.

This showed bow much she'd changed for she didn't bother to cover up her full titties as she would have done earlier. Instead she hoped it was someone who could appreciate them. It was.

It was the eighteen-year-old boy from the night before. Except that he didn't look so young and innocent any more. He even looked wiser.

"Hello," be said.

His voice was more mature than it had been the night before, there was none of the strained, frightened quality. She told herself that there was something very odd about this Bobby.

She remembered that after their little performance the women had been standing in line to get at Bobby. She wouldn't have believed that he could have moved for a month after last night.

"Good morning," she said. "Somehow you look different then you did last night."

He laughed. The way his eyes swept her naked breasts left no doubt that there was nothing innocent left in him. If there ever had been.

"It was an act, wasn't it?" she asked him. "You were just acting last night."

"Of course," he said. "I thought you knew."

"No," she admitted.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and placed his hand against her thigh. He caressed her with knowing fingers while he talked.

"I'm an actor," he admitted. "I've been playing shy little boys on stage since I was sixteen."

"How old are you really?" she asked.

"Thirty," he said. "But somehow it seems to make the girls hot and bothered when I tell them I'm eighteen and act shy about sex. They can't wait to pull off their panties."

"So you're not really shy about sex?" she asked.

"Not at all," he said.

She studied his face. He still looked eighteen and he was still beautiful. He had brushed his blond hair differently but there was little else that was altered about him except the knowing, experienced eyes.

"But the hair," she said. "You have no hair on your body."

"Not on my chest," he admitted. "What do you do?" she asked. "I pluck most of my body hair out."

"Oh," she said. "That must hurt."

"It's part of my living," he shrugged. "Besides, it seems to turn women on even more. Like you."

"Like me?" she questioned.

"Sure," he said. "My little-boy look turns you on. Admit it."

"Certainly I'll admit it," Tracy said. "Right now my pussy is hotter than fire and I'm wondering if your cock is as beautiful to fuck as it is to suck."

"Shall we find out?" he asked.

"Mr. Douglas might not approve," she said. "He does approve," Bobby said. "He approves very much. He was proud of you last night."

"He was?" Tracy asked.

"Yes," Bobby said. "And I'm your present."

"Goodie," she said. "Let's get on with the unwrapping."

"Patience," he said. "Real fucking is something that requires patience."

Just the sound of his voice caused her to shiver.

Somehow she knew that Bobby knew more about sex than anyone she'd ever been with. This was the kind of present she liked.

His fingers still caressed her thighs and now he ran his tongue up her stomach to the curve of her tittie. He opened his mouth and sucked in some of her flesh. He released her and moved his hand farther up her thigh.

"You're very nice," he said. "Last night I would have gone on a lot longer but you did that thing with your tongue. Very few women can do that well. I wasn't expecting it."

His complimenting tone warmed her up even more. Her titties were becoming hotly sensitive and responding to the touch of his lips.

"Ummmmm," she said. "You're nice too."

He responded by placing his hand between her thighs. His fingers parted her pussy lips and he sent one finger inside her hot cunt.

"Warm and tight," he said. "You like cocks and fingers and tongues, don't you?"

"Oh yes," she said. "Oh yes, I like them very much."

He bent his head and kissed her stomach and then his head went down to the rise of her pussy. He kissed her hairs and the top of her pussy while his finger worked inside her cunt.

His tongue and finger excited her very much.

She found herself pushing her pussy up at him. She wrapped her fingers around her titties and started to massage the nipples.

"Oh," she moaned. "Oh, oh, oh!"

He kept working his finger into her cunt until he had her hotter than she'd ever been, and her pussy juices were flowing hot against his fingers. Then be stood up. She protested but her protest was cut short when she saw that he was undressing.

He peeled off his shirt and revealed his hairless chest. It was a turn on! She closed her eyes and remembered her sexual feelings the night before when she'd thought he was an innocent boy. She didn't blame all those women for getting so turned on.

She opened her eyes again and watched him taking off his trousers. She marveled at the strong, clean lines of his body. His muscles weren't the muscles of an exercise nut but they were nicely formed.

He kicked off his trousers and then pulled his shorts down his strong-looking legs. His beautiful cock was half erect and she saw again how big it was.

"You are beautiful," she said.

He came close and lay down beside her. His body pressed against hers as his hands went down her back and cupped her asscheeks. He started squeezing rhythmically as he pressed his cock against her cunt.

"Ummmm," she said. "You feel good down there. Really good. I feel so hot I could burn."

One hand left her ass and probed between them to find her tittie. He caught her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and he began to rub.

She felt spasms of delight rock her body as his fingers massaged her. He seemed to know the ways to move that would bring the most pleasure to her. She closed her eyes again and thought about the beautiful cock at her pussy.

She could hardly wait until she had that beautiful cock slamming into her cunt, until she felt him going deep inside her and his hot cum was flooding her.

"Fuck me," she begged him. "I want your cock."

He pushed her over onto her back and spread her legs wide. He positioned himself over her so that his stiff cock was probing between her legs.

"Do you want my cock?" he asked.

"Oh yes," she moaned. "Oh God yes! I want your stiff cock inside me! Oh please give it to me!"

He pushed and his huge cock-head stretched her pussy entrance. She winced a little as he shoved harder and his cock was being slowly drawn up into her hot cunt.

"Oh," she said. "Oh, that's something!"

"Just rein," he said. "Just relax." She couldn't relax as his hot cock went into her. He filled her up. His huge organ stretched her cuntal walls out of shape. He was delicious.

"Oh Jesus, that's fine," she moaned. "Oh Jesus, what a cock!"

"You like that?"

"Oh yes, oh God yes, I love it! I love every inch!"

He remained still as all of his cock got into her. He only rocked his hips a little, sending little darts of pleasure throughout her body.

"Oh don't do that!" she begged him. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

He drew his delicious cock out of her cunt and then slammed it back into her. She shuddered as his huge cock slammed into her again and again.

"That's fucking," she moaned. "That's the way I want to be fucked! Oh Jesus!"

There was nothing boyish about him now. He knew how to use his cock to cause her entire body to tingle. He used his hands to rhythmically stroke her buttocks with each delicious stroke of his cock.

"Oh Jesus, that's good," she moaned. "Oh Jesus!"

He took his cock out of her. She tried to pull him back in but he was already changing positions. He pushed her legs up high over her head and placed his cock back at her cunt entrance.

"Give it to me!" she begged him.

Again be slammed his thick cock into her pussy. She couldn't believe how deep he was. He felt as if he were going to come out her mouth.

"God," she moaned. "God, God, God, God..."

She groaned loudly at each deep stroke and the slap of his balls against her tingly skin turned her on even more. She felt her titties swell up to a sensitivity they had never known. "Jesus, you're good, babe," he said. "You've got a sweet, tight pussy. It hasn't been used enough."

"No," she agreed. "It hasn't been used enough! So use me! Slam it to me! Fuck me hard! HARDER!"

He drove his cock into her with rapid, violent strokes as his fingers kept caressing her asscheeks. Suddenly she felt one of his fingers going into her anus. His finger probed past the tight opening and massaged the walls of her ass.

"Ahhhhh!" she cried. "Ahhhhhh!"

"Have you ever had it in the ass?" he asked her. "No," she said. "Not there. It feels good in my cunt. Not there!"

"It'll feel good in your ass," he said.

"Oh, keep fucking me," she begged him. "Don't stop. Just keep doing that to me!"

But he was already drawing his cock out of her pussy. She begged and moaned in frustration because she could already feel the beginning of her climax. He turned deaf ears to her pleas as he placed his big cock against her tiny anal opening.

"No," she protested. "Not there. You'll kill me. You'd tear me up."

"It'll feel good," he promised. "It'll feel really good after a while."

There was very little she could do to prevent him from getting into her ass. She was not in a position to fight with her legs over her head and his strong hand holding her there. She struggled to be free but he was already shoving his huge cock into her asshole.

"Oh, that hurts!"

"I'll go easy," he promised. "It'll feel better in a few minutes."

Her eyes popped open wide as she realized he really did intend to fuck her ass. It was painful. She could feet him tearing into her and sharp jabs of pain rocked her body. Her pussy went dry as pain replaced her pleasure of moments before.

"No! Stop that! Please stop!"

She beat on him with her hands but she was too weak to stop him. His huge cock went deeper and deeper into her tight ass. She closed her eyes and bit her lips. She had never known such pain.

"Just relax," he said. "Just relax."

He was in her. She felt his balls resting against her as he impaled her upon his cock. She couldn't move without causing herself pain.

"Now I'm going to do it really gently," he said. "Just bang on for the ride."

He waited a few minutes until some of the soreness was gone and then he began to gently pull his prick out. He drew it out part way and then pushed it back into her ass again.

After a few minutes of this it didn't seem so unpleasant. Then his hands caressed her pussy, one finger slipping inside her cunt to massage her clit, and she began to actually enjoy it.

"Ummmmm," she said. "Ummm, it does feel nicer now. Do that with your fingers. Oh, it does feel nice!"

She could feel him in her bowels as he drove into her and she knew she was going to be sore as hell the next morning, but somehow all that didn't matter. What did matter was that his thick shaft in her ass and his massaging fingers had started to make her juicy again.

"Shit," she moaned. "I like it! I rally do like it! Oh, you do know how to make a girl happy!"

"Oh Jesus," he said. "You're so tight and sweet. I love your ass!"

His strokes were becoming more rapid and she could sense that he wasn't going to last for long. She allowed herself to relax and the juices started to flow in her pussy. Her titties were growing hard again.

"Jesus," he moaned. "Jesus, I'm going to come. I'm going to shoot my cum in your ass!"

"Oh yes," she moaned. "We'll come together. I can feel you growing. Oh, I know you're coming now. I can feel your hot cum going into me. Oh shit, I can feel it! Oh fuck, it feels so GOOOOODDDDDD!"

They collapsed together on the bed after his prick had drained away into her ass and she had flooded his fingers with her hot juices.

"Oh God," she moaned. "That was fine. That was really fine!"

Tracy lost all track of time in the weeks that followed. She only knew that she enjoyed every minute and it didn't matter if she was with Joe, Louise or Bobby. All of them were capable sex teachers and she was more than willing to learn.

She didn't know what day it was when Joe Douglas called her to his room. Brad came for her and he looked somewhat sad. He awakened her from a deep sleep.

"What's the matter?" she asked as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and looked at the clock.

She had gotten used to getting up around nine and it was barely past five.

"What's wrong?" she asked again.

"Mr. Douglas wants to see you," Brad said.

At first she was excited. Joe wanting to see her could only mean that he was horny and be wanted her. She got up and dressed in a pullover robe. She giggled as she thought that she certainly wasn't giving Joe very much to take off. He would like it better that way.

Then she noticed that Brad was wearing a sad expression, as if he didn't like his task. He looked a little nervous also.

"What's the matter, Brad?" she asked.

"Nothing," he said.

He was sad about something but she couldn't get him to tell her what. She finally quit asking and followed him out of the room in silence. She noticed that Louise's door was open as she passed the girl's room.

"Wait, Brad," she said.

She looked inside Louise's room and found it empty. The bed was freshly made and didn't look slept in. She turned a curious expression on Brad.

"Where's Louise?" she asked.

"Gone," was all Brad would say.

Brad's nervousness and sadness caused Tracy to feel a little nervous. She wondered where Louise had gone, and she wondered what was going on. It wasn't Brad's way to be sad or apprehensive.

Brad knocked on Mr. Douglas' door and Joe called for them to come in. Joe was dressed. He stood near his bedroom bar with a drink in his hand.

"Punctual," he said. "I like that. You may leave, Brad?"

Brad nodded and stepped back out of the room. Tracy felt the wind as he shut the door. There was something very wrong. Even Joe Douglas wore a sad expression.

"Joe," she said. "Where's Louise?"

"I sent her away," Joe said. "She's gone to work for me in one of my lounges."

"In one of your lounges?"

She didn't understand. She remembered what Louise had told her about Joe Douglas' lounges. The places were fancy cocktail bars with rooms upstairs for the hostess and her gentleman. They were little more than fancy whorehouses.

Tracy told herself that Louise would never go to work in a place like that but she knew that it was true. Joe had sent her away to work in a whorehouse.

"But how could you do that?" Tracy asked. "I thought you liked her. I thought that she meant something to you. I thought that she had been forgiven for her mistake."

"She was," Joe said.

"Then why?" Tracy asked. "Why did you make her go there? Why?"

She knew she shouldn't be talking to him like this. She had actually raised her voice, a thing that would have brought punishment in the past.

But she was concerned about Louise. She had grown close to her in the weeks they'd been together. It seemed so unfair that Louise should be made to work in a whorehouse.

Tracy was having mental pictures of poor Louise taking the men up to her room. Of little Louise having to fuck men for money and doing and taking all sorts of punishment so that Joe could get richer.

It did seem so unfair.

"Why did you force her to go there?" Tracy asked again.

"I didn't force her," Joe said. "It was where she wanted to go."

"I can't believe that," Tracy said.

Joe shrugged. "It's true. She wanted to go there. I gave her a choice of going to work there or going to work in one of my factories. Or of simply leaving. She had earned it. She wanted that kind of work."

"I can't believe," Tracy said, stunned. "I just can't. Why would she want to do that?"

"Tracy," he said sadly. "I bring a lot of women here. I teach them how to be women. I teach them how to love a man. Most of them are able to handle it, and now and then a girl panics when I send her away. She had been happy here doing what I want. She wanted a place where she would still be making men happy. Lots of men."

Tracy finally understood. She saw that Joe was unhappy about Louise choosing the whorehouse. He had been fond of Louise.

"I think I understand," Tracy said.

"Good," he smiled. "Now it's time for you to make your choice."

"My choice?"

"Yes," he said. "You see, Tracy, I am also sending you away."

"Oh no," she said.

She felt panic clutch at her. Now she knew what Louise had been feeling. She had been very satisfied being here. She would have spent the rest of her life obeying the whims of Joe Douglas. It had made her feel complete as a woman.

Now he was sending her away and she didn't know if she wanted the outside life. She didn't know if she could handle the world outside this house.

"I don't want to go," she said.

"Of course you don't," he smiled. "Very few women do. But you see, I'm getting older and I need excitement to keep stimulating me. When a girl makes me tired then I have to do something about that. I'm afraid that you and Louise were slowly becoming less exciting."

"I can't leave," Tracy said.

"You must, Tracy," he said. "I'm afraid you have to leave. All of the girls leave sooner or later."

Tracy felt the color drain from her fate. Her knees felt weak. She sank down to the floor and sat there in a tumbled heap as if all the strength had suddenly been drained from her. She remembered how hard she had tried to escape at first. How stupid she had been. This house was her whole life.

"Would you like a drink?" he asked.

"Yes," she said. "I would."

He mixed her something and brought it to her. It was very strong. She could feel the alcohol warming her insides and making her feel better.

"I thought you said I was the best you'd ever had," Tracy moaned.

"You are," be said. "But I have to go on to others. Other girls who are interesting."

"But I want to stay," she insisted.

"My poor Tracy," he said sympathetically. "I can only give you a choice of what you want to do other than staying here. You may do anything your heart desires."

"But I do want to stay," she said.

"Only that I cannot give you," he said.

She touched his legs, ran her fingers up to where his prick was hidden. She touched the top of his zipper. He put his hand over hers.

"One last time," she pleaded with him. "Let me suck it one last time."

"Yes. But first tell me what you have decided. Would you go with Louise or will you go home to Maggie? Your job is still open."

She almost answered that she wanted to go with Louise. She could already see herself climbing those stairs with all those men. One sexual encounter after another. If would satisfy her.

But something stopped her. Perhaps it was the thought of doing it to make a living. Of being paid for her sex. She couldn't do that. It wouldn't be as enjoyable. She wanted to do it for the simple reason that she loved it.

"I want to go home to Maggie," she said.

A broad smile came to Joe's face.

"Then you understand," he said. "You understand the joys of sex. You understand that it must be done because you want to do it."

"Yes," she said.

"Take off your robe," he said.

Tracy reached for the top of her robe and stripped it off. She saw him licking his lips with appreciation as he stared down at her body.

"You still have a flawless body," he said. "Creamy white and perfect."

"And now I know how to use it," Tracy said.

He put his hands under her arms and lifted her to her feet. He bent his head and kissed the swollen curve of her tittie. He sucked in her nipple and caressed it with his tongue until she began to tremble.

He moved his mouth to the other nipple and brought it to instant hardness.

"You're beautiful," he said, drawing away. "Now I have a surprise for you."

"A surprise?" she questioned.

"Yes," he said. "A final night for you. I'm bringing some friends in."

He opened the door and Brad and Bobby stood there. Both of them were naked and their cocks had already started growing hard.

"Ummmm," Tracy said. "I think I'm going to like tonight. I really think I am."

She took Brad and Bobby's hands and led them over to the bed. Bobby's hand dropped to caress the curve of her ass while Brad pressed his lips to hers. She opened her mouth and admitted his probing tongue. She felt her pussy getting hot.

She made herself into a sandwich with a man on either side. Bobby's cock was pressing her and she opened her legs so that she captured his monstrous weapon between her thighs. She pushed forward so that Brad's stiff rod pressed her furry mound.

"You're both so nice," she said. "I love you both. Oh, and how I love your cocks!"

"Let's give her what she wants," Brad said.

"All right," Bobby agreed.

Brad shoved his cock quickly into her wet cunt. Bobby was a little slower and gender but his cock went up into her tight ass.

"Oh," Tracy moaned. "Now this is nice!"

They started fucking her with a slow rhythm that nearly drove her out of her mind. She could feel the two cocks pressing together as they slipped up into her two holes.

"Ummmmm," she moaned. "Oh, it feels good. Ummmm, that's nice."

She remembered Joe. She looked over Brad's shoulder to find Joe stroking his cock. He had grown hard and there was a look of lust in his eyes.

"But we're leaving Joe out," she protested. "We can't do that."

"All right," Brad agreed. "I know how we'll do it."

Brad and Bobby withdrew their cocks and Brad got over on his back. He helped Tracy get into position so that she could slip her hot cunt back onto his cock again.

She shivered as she slowly enveloped his cock with her cunt. He raised his hands and cupped her sensitive titties, his thumbs and forefinger caressing her nipples.

"Hot damn," she moaned. "Hot damn, you make a girl feel good!"

She felt Bobby's cock at her anus again and she positioned herself to give him better entrance. He positioned his cock right at her tiny hole and plunged in hard. He started fucking her in rhythm to her movements against Brad's cock.

"Now him," Brad said. "Take him in your mouth."

Joe approached them and she opened her mouth. She took his cock deep into her mouth. He grabbed her head and guided her movements as she used her mouth and tongue.

"Such a sweet mouth," he said. "You really give a good blow-job."

Tracy had never known anything so exciting as the three pricks fucked her. Her body rocked with the forces of their strokes. Her skin tingled with delight.

"Ummmmm," she moaned, not taking her mouth away from Joe's cock. "Ummmmmm."

"Shit," Bobby said. "This is so good. Her ass is so tight! So fucking tight!"

She could feel Brad growing excited. His cock-head was growing inside her cunt and she quickened her movements. She tried to close her cunt walls against her prick, causing him to grow even more excited.

"Jesus," he moaned. "I'm going to blow it. I'm going to blow my wad! Oh Jesus!"

"DO it," Tracy urged. "Put your hot cum in me! Oh yes, I can feel it! I can feel your hot cum in me! I can feel you squirting!"

He was screaming at the top of his lungs as his prick exploded into her cunt. She pushed herself down on him as far as she could. His hot cum made her feel tingly in her pussy, and she knew the explosion of her juices wouldn't be far behind.

"Oh shit," Bobby said. "Oh shit, I'm going to do it. Oh fuck, I can feel it coming! Oh Jesus, get ready! Get ready, baby! Get ready! FEEL THAT!"

She felt it as he slammed his cock deep into her ass and then his cock-head began to spurt great gobs of jism into her. She could feel his sticky jism running down her thighs.

"Oh baby," she moaned. "Oh baby."

She found herself concentrating more on sucking Joe's cock. She wanted it to be the best he'd even had. She knew he would still send her away but she wanted him to remember her. She used her tongue and her lips in every trick she knew.

"Ahhhhh," he moaned. "You're going to make me come, sweet baby! You're going to make me come! You're going to taste my cum!"

She wanted to taste his cum. She wanted to drink his hotcum down. She felt her pussy tingling and she knew sucking Joe was making her come.

She slammed herself down as explosion after explosion rocked her body. At the same time his sweet prick emptied its salty load of jism into her mouth.

She drank him down. She didn't allow his prick to escape until she had licked off every drop of cum.

"Oh God," be moaned. "That was great, Tracy. And it's just beginning. Just beginning."

"Yes, Tracy," Brad said. "This is going to be a day for you to remember."

It was a day for Tracy to remember the rest of her life. The three men seemed intent on fucking her to death. When one would stop another would begin.

They fucked her in the bed for a while and then they took her downstairs for more fun in the living room. They fucked her bent over the table, couches, on the carpet, anywhere that two people could fuck.

Joe even took her out to the pool and fucked her in the water. She had never climaxed so many times. She had never had so much fun.

They didn't take time out to eat. Only to drink. And Tracy was a little stoned and completely exhausted by the time evening came.

She felt Joe's hands on her tits.

"No," she said. "I couldn't do it again. I really couldn't. I'm too sore."

Joe didn't listen as his hard cock slipped up into her and he fucked her for a long while. She didn't come but she felt satisfied when his cum poured into her cunt.

"Oh Joe," she moaned. "Oh Joe."

Someone took her back up to her room. She thought it was Bobby. He put her very tenderly into her bed and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"See you, Tracy," he said. "You are a sweet piece of ass. The best ever."

She felt sleep come over her and she didn't remember if she answered him.

She left with the same bag she had arrived with. She had found it on her bed the next morning. She got up and took a shower and then ate the breakfast that Brad had put out, for her.

Brad came up and knocked on the door. He wore his driver's uniform and he didn't look like he remembered anything of what had happened the day before.

"Are you ready, Miss Dixon?" he asked. Tracy realized that this was the way that Joe would want things. As if nothing had happened in the weeks she'd been there. She nodded.

"Yes," Tracy said, "I think so."

This time Brad took her bag as she followed him downstairs. She stopped him with a hand on his arm.

"Can't I say good-bye to Bobby and Mr. Douglas?"

"They aren't here," he said.

"Not here?"

It may have been a lie but she didn't press it any farther. Perhaps Joe couldn't say good-bye. Perhaps he was afraid he would get sentimental about things. At least, she kind of hoped it was that way.

Somehow she felt that Joe had really liked her.

She got into the back seat of the limousine and Brad pulled away from the house. She took one last, lingering look at the house that had so changed her life.

"Does my sister know I'm coming?" Tracy asked.

"She knows," Brad said. "Mr. Douglas takes care of everything."

Tracy wondered about bow she would feel when seeing Maggie. She had been angry at Maggie at first. She had been full of hate and ready to scratch Maggie's eyes out. But slowly she had found out what Maggie wanted her to understand.

Now she understood the almost sad look that Maggie had given Joe Douglas. Maggie had been to the house before Tracy, and Maggie would never forget it. Maggie wanted to go back. As Tracy would always want to go back.

She looked out the window and saw that she was getting near Maggie's apartment. A few minutes later Brad pulled the limousine to a stop in front of the "No Parking" sign.

"I would carry your bag up, Miss Dixon," he said. "But I have an errand to run."

At the moment Tracy noticed a girl on the corner holding her bag. An innocent-looking girl of perhaps twenty, with long red hair and a puzzled expression.

Brad got out and motioned for her to get into the car. Tracy got out, quickly and watched the expanse of bare thigh as the girl slipped into the car.

"Just be nice, honey," Tracy said. "Be nice and he'll be nice to you."

She looked up at Tracy with an expression of pure horror. Tracy didn't blame her. Tracy knew how it felt to be on the way to the little house in the country.

It would take the redhead a while before she learned. But she would learn with a love master like Joe Douglas to teach her.

Tracy watched the limousine fondly until it disappeared up the highway. Then with a sigh, she turned into her sister's apartment building.

"Hello, Miss Dixon," the doorman said. "Did you have a nice trip?"

It was like she had lived there all her life. Everyone nodded and was friendly toward her. It was very strange. She stepped off the elevator and walked to Maggie's apartment. She gave the door a hard rap with her knuckles.

A nice-looking young man opened the door.

"Why hello," he said. "You must be Tracy."

"I'm Thomas Wilkes. I'll work with you in photography next week. Welcome to our company."

He held her hand and he had a very strong grip. It excited her a little. She looked across Maggie's apartment and saw that it was filled with people.

"What is all this?" Tracy asked.

"It's a party for you," he explained. "Maggie knew you were coming home today."

"This is nice," Tracy said.

She was searching for Maggie and she finally saw her sister coming toward her. There was that same sad look on Maggie's face as she held out her arms.

"Welcome home, darling," Maggie said. "Did you have a nice time?"

"Yes," Tracy said. "Very nice."

"I know you want to rest for a while. I'll just any your bags into the bedroom. You can get cleaned up and join us."

"Okay," Tracy said.

She followed Maggie across the room and into her bedroom. Tracy found herself looking at her big sister in a new way. She found her eyes on her sister's ass and on her firm, trim legs.

Tracy was not shocked at herself. She had learned that all those old-fasbioned ideas about sex were best forgotten. One of those old-fashioned taboos was incest, but Tracy found herself wishing to be alone with Maggie.

Maggie closed the door to the bedroom.

"I wanted you to have this coming-home party," Maggie said. "But it's gotten out of hand. All these people and all that noise. I didn't intend for it to be anything like this."

"It's all right," Tracy said. "I don't mind a little noise."

Tracy put her bag down and stretched out on the bed. She was well aware that Maggie was looking at her bare legs where her dress had ridden up.

"Did you have a good time?" Maggie asked. "I mean, really."

"I told you," Tracy said. "I had a very nice time. I learned to love a man's cock."

Maggie looked a little shocked and then her color came back.

"Well you have changed," she said.

"Didn't you expect me to change?" Tracy said. "Isn't that why you sent me?"

"Yes," Maggie said. "I expected you to change. We all change after we go there."

"He's quite a man," Tracy said. "A really beautiful man. He taught me a lot of things."

"I know," Maggie said.

"Come and sit here, Maggie," Tracy said. Maggie approached cautiously and sat down beside Tracy. Maggie looked as if she expected Tracy to bite her any moment. Instead Tracy put her hand on Maggie's bare knee.

"I never really saw how pretty you were before," Tracy said.

Tracy let her hand slide up Maggie's knee to her warm thigh. Then her hand was underneath Maggie's dress, going higher to touch Maggie's panties.

"Did you miss me, Maggie?" Tracy asked.

"Yes," Maggie said. "You really are good company."

"I'm going to be better company for you from now on," Tracy said.

Tracy lifted up beside her sister and put one hand on the curve of her sister's tittie. She fondled it for a moment, feeling the nipple become erect.

"I want to eat your pussy, Maggie."

"Oh Tracy," Maggie said.

Maggie stood up quickly and stripped off all her clothes. She bent to help Tracy with hers and in a moment both of them were naked. Maggie stood back to let Tracy admire her body.

"Now I see why men get so hot for you," Tracy said. "You are a nice-looking woman."

"So are you," Maggie said.

"My titties aren't as big," Tracy said.

"But they're beautifully shaped," Maggie said. "And I bet they taste fine."

"Taste them," Tracy said.

Maggie pressed her body close to Tracy's and her head bent. Her tongue flicked out at Tracy's tittie. Her tongue gathered the nipple and sucked it between her lips. She began to chew gently on her sensitive nub.

"Oh Maggie," Tracy moaned.

Maggie's searching fingers went between Tracy's thighs. Expertly Maggie's fingers slipped inside Tracy's aching cunt and massaged her sensitive flesh. Maggie moaned as Tracy did the same with her hand.

"Oh I can't wait," Tracy said. "I want to taste your pussy."

"And I want yours," Maggie said.

Maggie turned so that her pussy was over Tracy's face and her own face was pressed against Maggie's cunt. Tracy shivered as Maggie's hot tongue touched her flesh.

She didn't want Maggie to feel left out so she slipped her tongue through Maggie's pubic hairs and began to lick at her pussy lips.

They jumped apart when the door opened suddenly. Thomas Wilkes stood in the doorway with two drinks in his hands. He was blinking his eyes as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"My God," he said.

"Close the door, idiot," Maggie said. "Do you want the whole damn party in here?"

He seemed to get control of himself but he made no motion to leave. Instead he kicked the door shut with his foot and put the drinks down on the bedroom table.

"Is this a private party?" he asked. "Or am I allowed to join?"

"I think you could join," Tracy said.

He smiled. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and stripped off his trousers. His cock was already hard from seeing the two beautiful girls naked.

He came toward them and Tracy rose to meet him. She wrapped her fingers around his hard cock. She grasped the loose skin and moved it up and down. A little drop of white appeared on the end of his cock.

"Are you good with your prick?" she asked.

"Yes," be said.

"You'd better be," Tracy warned him. "Because I'm all warmed up and I'm not ready for any games."

He gasped as Tracy opened her mouth and sucked in the bead of his cock. She used her tongue on the tiny hole in the end. She tasted another drop of his jism.

She felt Maggie's tongue back between her legs as she continued to suck Thomas. Maggie knew how to use her tongue. Maggie was making her body rock with pleasure. Maggie's tongue was like a cock fucking her and yet caressing her at the same time.

"Ummmmmmm, Maggie," she moaned.

She opened her lips again and this time drew his cock all the way into her throat. She started going up and down on his cock with her mouth.

"Nice," he moaned. "Nice."

She didn't want him to come that way. She wanted to see him fuck her sister. She pulled her mouth away and moved so that Maggie was no longer eating her.

"I want him to fuck you," Tracy said.

"Oh yes," Maggie said. "I'm all hot down there. I want him to fuck me!"

Thomas was more than willing. He had never gone to bed with two willing women before, especially two sisters as sexy as Tracy and Maggie.

Maggie got down on her back and pulled her legs up so that her pussy was exposed. Tracy touched her lips to the pink folds of Maggie's pussy. She tasted wet and knew that Maggie would need no preparation for his penetration.

"Give it to her!" she told Thomas. "Cram that cock down her hole!"

Thomas got behind Maggie and positioned his cock at the entrance to her cunt. Tracy thought he would slam right into her cunt but he didn't.

Instead he held the head of his cock and rubbed it up and down the entrance to her slit.

"Oh Jesus," Maggie moaned. "Don't do that. It drives me crazy. Put that thing in me. Put it in me!"

He raised her legs higher and plunged his cock into her cunt. He slammed it in deep and Tracy heard a grunt of satisfaction escape Maggie's lips.

"Is it nice?" she asked Maggie.

"Oh yes," Maggie moaned. "He's nice. He's got a hard cock and it feels good!"

"Fuck her," Tracy urged. "Fuck her goad!"

He started giving her his cock in rapid, violent strokes that made his balls slap loudly against the cheeks of her ass. Maggie groaned as each long stroke entered her.

"Make her come," Tracy said. "Rut don't you come yet. Don't you come. I want to feel your prick too."

He started giving it to her harder and Maggie was going out of her mind. Maggie's hips were writhing out of control and short little gasps escaped her throat at each deep stroke.

Tracy stretched out beside Maggie and started kissing her cheek. She moved so that her lips were pressed against Maggie's and she started massaging her sister's tongue.

She lowered her head so that she was kissing her sister's titties. She could tell that Maggie was getting near her climax.

"Oh God," Maggie moaned. "I can't stand it. I can't stand it! I'm going to come! Oh Jesus, I'm coming! Oh fuck me hard! Hard, damn you! FUCK ME HARDERRRRRRRRR!"

Tracy lowered her head quickly and tasted Maggie's juices flooding from her cunt as she touched her tongue to Thomas' stroking cock.

"Oh!" he said. "Oh, that's nice!"

She didn't want him to conic so she took her mouth away.

"Keep giving it to her," Tracy said. "Keep fucking her until she stops moving."

He continued to give her rapid strokes until Maggie quit trembling and her head fell back with an exhausted sigh.

"Don't you come," Tracy warned. "Not yet."

He pulled his cock from Maggie as Tracy wrapped her fingers around him and pulled him to her. She stretched out on her back and raised her legs high.

"Put it in me," Tracy begged him. "Put that hot cock in me!"

He plunged his hot cock deep into her cunt. She raised her legs above her head so that he was getting deeper than he'd ever gone in a woman's pussy.

"Oh Jesus," he moaned. "Oh this is fine. So fucking fine."

"Fuck me hard!" she said. "Fuck me hard!"

Maggie's lips were at Tracy's titties and she pushed her tittie as far as she could into Maggie's sucking lips. Maggie rolled and teased her creamy flesh with a fiery tongue and Tracy felt her hot juices start flowing.

She suddenly wanted his cock in her ass. She reached between them and caught his prick and tugged on it. He thought she was trying to stop him.

"No, Goddamn it," he said. "I've got to come. I've got to shoot my wad."

"In my ass," she begged. "Do it to me in the ass! Do it to me there!"

He looked at her as if he didn't believe what she was saying. Even Maggie gave her a strange look. But Tracy was already pulling the bead of his cock toward the tiny bole.

"In my ass!" she begged him. "Do it to me good in the ass!"

"Okay," he said.

Maggie's mouth was back at Tracy's titties as Thomas pressed his hot cock against her asshole. He pushed and his cock-head went into her fully.

"That's it," she moaned. "Now your cock. Put your whole cock in me!"

He gave a shove and his entire cock went into her ass. A hot spear that threatened to tear into her bowels and yet made her feel wonderful.

"That's it," she moaned again. "Now fuck me. Fuck me good and hard!"

He slammed into her again and again and she felt her excitement growing.

"I can't help myself," he said. "You're so tight. I have to come. I'm going to come in your ass!"

"Do it!" she cried. "Fill my ass with your cum! Do it hard!"

"Oh shit!" he said. "OH FUCKING SHIT I'M COMINGGGGG!"

She felt his hot turn erupt into her ass but she was only moments behind him. She felt her hot juices dripping out onto the bed.

"Oh Jesus," she moaned. "Oh Jesus that feels good! Wonderful!"

Maggie was kissing her and she kissed Maggie back. She was glad she'd come to the big city but she was especially glad that Maggie had sent her to Joe Douglas. She would never forget her love master, for he'd taught her how to be a real woman.

"Fuck," Tracy said. "Isn't sex wonderful?"

"Oh yes, sweet baby," Thomas said. "It's the nicest thing in the world."

And Tracy knew that what he said was true!

THE END

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