In the rapidly changing technological world today, human needs are frequently bypassed or totally ignored. Many diverging forces are constantly playing upon individuals in modern society, bombarding them with new ideas which subsequently alter their ways of life. Man has had to become an adaptive animal in order to survive the onslaught of change.
Technology has perpetrated whole new lifestyles, bringing about such social groups as the "jet set." As is true in any social community, morals are relative to the environment in which the inhabitants exist. Thus, the moral character of members of the jet set will be markedly different from that of the primitive societies such as the Australian aborigines. So, too, is security within a social environment relative to the needs of existing in fact flourishing, within a given community.
At the current rate of change today, security has become an elusive factor that is only relevant to the situation or conditions which appear real. Simply stated, to some individuals, a well- aimed arrow best represents the security of having another meal, so that they may survive one more day in the world. If these same individuals were suddenly lifted out of their environment and placed in a different one, security might become the need to have an education so as to survive in, say, the business world.
At the same time, moral values become different, for in the new environment the individuals may suddenly have the need to wear clothes, which requirement had previously been unimportant. Thus, people who live in a constantly changing environment have become more adept at rapidly adjusting their personalities to suit the environment which appears at any given moment to be real. Generally, however, man's adjustment of his personality only comes about when it is necessary for security, or, to state it in another way, for the need to survive. So man has also learned how to manipulate the environment of others to effect a personality change, bringing about moral disintegration.
Thus, the author here has illustrated one example of this forced personality transition in this, his first book. The story traces the gradual moral disintegration of the subject, Virginia, as she becomes the victim of environmental manipulators. The adjustment of her personality is vividly rendered by the author when he exposes the implosion method used by the white flesh dealer Tarrous to bring about Virginia's total subjugation to sexual whims, so as to satisfy his demanding clientele. This method is to constantly expose the subject to feared stimuli, which results in a positive anxiety adjustment to the feared ideas. At the same time, the author portrays the infrequent, but not unusual conditions which bring young brides like Virginia to the attention of flesh procurers such as the materialistic Rosie Steiner.
The publishers are deeply grateful to the author for his intuitive and far-reaching analysis of this potentially disastrous social phenomenon which can only occur in a rapidly evolving technological society that ignores the moral and structural requirements of its individual members. The reader may find himself outraged at the moral downfall of Virginia brought about by the inhumanly depraved acts of the characters Rosie and Tarrous. However, the readers should keep in mind that without the author's courageous and vivid exposure of these insidious practices, persons who prey upon innocent victims like Virginia will never be dealt with effectively by social authorities.
THE PUBLISHERS
Chapter 1
The stubby, gleaming Lufthansa 737 licked across the tip of fluff reaching above the fast-falling clouds as it broke into clear air. The sky a deep dark blue, contrasted with the whiteness below, seemed undisturbed by the puncturing hulk. The shock wave was felt inside the speeding jet.
Virginia Banks' long, velvet, natural blond hair fell across one side of her face as she leaned forward, pressing close to the window. A faint fogging appeared in answer to her sweet warm breath, but it went unnoticed as Virginia stared blankly at the endless sky. Her mind was a mass of confusing thoughts which raced back and forth over the events of the previous night. It had been a fairytale dream turned nightmare. She had wanted so much for her first time to be beautiful, a gentle end to her virginity, to start off the perfect marriage after a classic courtship.
Virginia had known Sid Banks for nearly a year while working as a cashier in one of the many coffee shops of his chain in Los Angeles. She knew that some of the other girls had talked about her making it with the boss to get ahead, but it wasn't true. She had been brought up properly in the Midwest by her father, a pious and God-fearing man. So when Sid had asked her to marry him, it had come as a surprise. Virginia even hesitated at responding to the proposal. Sid was leaving for Frankfurt on business, and he suggested that they could stop briefly in Las Vegas to be married before catching the plane to Germany. Everything had happened fast; the arrangements, the ceremony, the whirlwind flights; finally they were suddenly alone together in an opulent hotel room in Frankfurt, Germany. Virginia was Mrs. Sidney Banks, and there standing next to her was her husband.
Virginia in all her nakedness sent chills running up Sid's spine, bringing her delicate image sharply into his vision. Her long, fine blond hair fell gently over her smooth white shoulders. Proud firm breasts lifted gracefully with each breath, their tiny nipples glowing pink in the soft light.
When she spoke, "I'm your wife, darling!" her smooth white belly rolled inviting waves down toward the hidden mystery beneath her soft triangle of covering pubic hair. A desire which Sid had never known with such intensity swelled up inside him. She was gorgeous, this perfect creature of outer beauty, with eyes reflecting deep pools of potential inner flame. Yet, she was so innocent, so fresh, that moment of loveliness just seemed to hang suspended in air.
Sid stood frozen momentarily by this sight. Virginia, never having confronted a man in this way before, half turned away in embarrassment. Sid's eyes moved to her tight, round young buttocks; she was too beautiful, too much a woman and suddenly, without warning, his cock was straining for her, swelling and thumping hungrily for all that he saw and felt. He had to take her, to consume her with all the manliness bursting within him.
Virginia was frightened by the quick move Sid made as he lifted her up without a sound, and fell with her held tightly onto the moaning bed.
"Sid! Wait, please! Please be gentle, Sid! Please !" Her voice joined the straining springs in resistant pleading as his hands groped over her terror-tensed body pinned down on the bed by his weight. His tongue lashed out at her warm flesh, tasting her sweetness, painfully devouring ripeness with his teeth. His passion was uncontrollable, sweeping him into a fury of crazed desire, her begging cries lost in an echo chamber of vibrant sounds. Gasping for breath under his weight, Virginia's breasts pushed out against him, the nipples tauntingly rising through a crimson tide. Greedily, Sid's mouth found the budding nipples and sucked ferociously at their very life, drawing them into his wetness to nip and bite and chew until he had tasted all of the sweet forces within them.
Forcing Virginia around suddenly, Sid pressed her face toward his large, throbbing cock.
"Suck it!" he demanded as Virginia drew back, filled with fear and revulsion at what he was forcing upon her.
"No! No! Sid, please! NOoo!" her words screeched out, as sounds from miles away coming into the room from another time. She was lost in an inferno from which she could never return.
Still not believing that this was really happening to her, Virginia struggled wildly, her arms and legs thrashing, to free herself from the ever-deepening, smoldering chasm. In his madness, Sid held her to the bed like a great octopus sprouting tons of tentacles from everywhere. Her legs held widely apart by the strength of his own, Sid trembled at the scent of the pure dampness forming at the delicate slit between her thighs. He had to fuck her! He had to fuck her like he had never fucked anyone before in his life!
Virginia's soft, inner thighs were moving in an almost teasing fashion, rhythmically jerking in her frenzy and Sid shot his hand toward the quivering lips of her cunt, anxious to find the place for his blood-swollen cock. Then, suddenly he found it, tested it, making Virginia gasp as he drove his finger into her smooth protectively moistened cunt. Hurriedly, Sid pushed his hips down into the throbbing flesh beneath her soft young pubic hair, taking the head of his large cock to guide it to the moistened womb. She would know he was a man, she would know, Sid thought, as he found the spot and thrust forward with his rigid column. Virginia let out a squeal as the fleshy rod of hardened male flesh suddenly filled her vaginal opening and pushed its way toward her belly.
"Oh! Ohooo !" Her cry was swallowed as the walls of her cunt stretched to accommodate the onward-thrusting cock. There seemed to be no end to it. His lust-hardened penis pushed deeper and deeper into her warm, tight flesh. Then his pelvis crashed into her open pubic mound, his cock buried to the limit. The moist, warm walls of her cunt held tightly around the still-growing instrument, which had penetrated deep into her belly. His heart pounding, Sid started moving his hips to begin first the retreat, then the forward thrusting motion. There was no hesitation, no chance to adjust to the huge lunging presence inside her. Virginia arched back from the cruel impalement, only to make her tortured vaginal passage more vulnerable to the mad attack. Sid was fucking for all his worth, longing to spurt his hot scalding cum deep into her tender writhing young belly. Ramming his rock-hardness its full length, Sid felt the pressure build to the point beyond containment. Bursting in a massive joy of relief, his white hot cum spewed forth over and over, filling her defensively contracting womb again and again, until every last dreg of ferocious pleasure had taken its endless source of lasting delight. Clinging desperately to the sensation of devouring her precious virgin womb, he went on and on until finally all was gone.
Gulping in huge amounts of air, his chest heaving from the wild ravishment of his young bride, Sid rolled onto his back, setting Virginia free. She was still, except for an occasional jerking motion involuntarily rolling deep in her abdomen.
For Sid it was all over now. He had fucked her like it was the only thing that had ever entered his life. He hadn't been thinking about her-he had only been thinking about her body, her crazy beautiful body that held within it the dreams of every man. And he was a man.
Suddenly, Sid realized that his wife, lying beside him like a corpse, was a young, innocent human with feelings too. A feeling of guilt surged through him as he recognized what he had done. He had fucked her in a mad effort to prove himself, without once thinking of her. Slowly, he turned toward Virginia, apprehensive as to how he might undo what was already done. Virginia was just lying there, her eyes vacantly staring at the ceiling above, but full of confusion and fear.
"Virginia, please forgive me. I... I..." his voice trailed off, unable to find the words that would heal the grave wounds that he had inflicted upon her, but knowing that words alone could never undo, he fell back, unable to speak. Long hours passed as they lay side by side in silence, neither sleeping, neither able to touch the living, breathing person lying alongside. Finally at the first grayness of dawn, Sid stood up and began putting on his clothes. When he had finished tying his shoes, he lit a cigarette and took a long, deep drag, as if trying to suck down the courage for what he had to say.
Virginia lay silently watching Sid, wondering who he was that she had married. Her body ached from the tortuous experience it had been subjected to, a seemingly distant time in the past. Virginia made no move when Sid finally spoke.
"Virginia, I know it must have been a frightening experience for you. I wasn't thinking clearly. I... you were so beautiful standing there."
Sid waited, but there was only silence.
"Please, darling, you must understand! All I could see was a woman I had to possess, to prove..."
Sid hesitated, groping for the words that would not come.
"Damn it!" He finally screeched out in his frustration. "I was proving myself, to myself... I wasn't even thinking about you!"
He had said it now, Sid thought he might as well tell her the rest. The damage had already been done.
"Virginia, I was crazy! Do you understand, I was confused and frustrated, ever since... I've been haunted for so long!" He caught his breath, and tried to calm the emotions stirring within. Patiently, slowly the words would come out. "When I was in high school, I had an affair I've been trying to live down ever since. It was with another boy, Virginia! Another boy! Do you understand? Ever since then, with women, I have been proving that I, too, am a man!"
Sid stood by the bed, looking at the still-unmoving figure of his bride. He was shaking from the pent-up emotions he had now released. Virginia quietly closed her eyes, and turned her head away.
"I was proving myself, Virginia. I wasn't thinking of you." Sid walked slowly toward the door. "I have an appointment; I'll be back soon. Please try to understand!"
He stood in the doorway for a moment, hoping for words of forgiveness which didn't come. "I'm sorry, Virginia."
* * * * *
Virginia listened as his footsteps disappeared down the hall.
Virginia fought back the tears forming in her eyes, as the jet banked gracefully, spilling brilliant sunlight through the windows of the speeding airship. Hardly noticing the glare, Virginia stared into the distance. She shifted slightly in her chair, feeling the rawness of her first experience between her legs. How could Sid have been so brutal? She thought bitterly, as she searched in her purse for a cigarette. She had only wanted to escape, to get away for time to think, after Sid had left. Why did he tell her about his homosexual experience? Hadn't he done enough damage to their relationship without mentioning that, too? Virginia knew she was confused. When she had called the desk to find out the first flight she could catch, she hadn't even cared about where it was going.
She struck a match and watched it burn for a moment before holding it to the end of her cigarette. Now she was going to Hamburg, a place she had never been, where they speak a language she cannot understand. She had left a note for Sid at the hotel in Frankfurt, telling him her destination. Perhaps he would follow her there, but she would have time to think, to put the pieces back together, She hadn't slept for hours, but she was wide awake. Ahead was Hamburg. What then, she didn't know, and for the moment, anyway, she didn't care.
Chapter 2
Sid Banks walked leisurely in the direction of his hotel. He was not anxious to face Virginia again, to see the contempt and hate planted deep in her eyes. He had been a fool, he thought, as he quickly side-stepped a rotund woman who was barreling down the street. Why had he let his emotions take hold so fiercely? He was deeply in love with Virginia, he had no doubt of that. Yet, like an idiot, he had lost control of himself and had simply fucked the shit out of her.
"Damn," he thought miserably, what a hell of a mess.
Moving more quickly, he reached into his shirt pocket for a cigarette. The sky was a flat muddy gray, and everything around him seemed to take on the same appearance of grayness. Deliberately, he forced his thoughts back to the business which had brought him to Frankfurt. He had convinced himself that an American coffee shop would do a booming business in this German city. There were plenty of American soldiers to keep a place filled day and night; and it would be like a little bit of home. Then too, there were more and more American tourists visiting Germany. It was a good idea, and Eric had been right in saying it should be large. The trip was going to be a successful one, at least in terms of his business.
He had started after high school working as a short order cook. All the talk about his athletic career had stopped along with the affair he had had with a teammate. Getting away from all of it had been his main objective. His hours had been devoted totally to working, and when he bought the hamburger stand, it had been the beginning of a new life. Then things just fell into place, while he built a coffee shop empire. Now, his empire was going to leap borders and become international. He was proud of his accomplishment, as he thought he should be.
Sid slowed his pace as he came to the block of his hotel. He took a drag on his cigarette, then flipped it into the sewer grate at the corner. He didn't like Frankfurt-it was a gray, dirty industrial town.
Sid walked on to the hotel. He had only two hours before he was scheduled to look over possible sites for the coffee shop. Thoughts of Virginia lying naked on the bed drifted into his mind. He wanted to make love to her again, but slowly, with as much tenderness as he could command. Turning into the hotel lobby, he felt a rising pressure building in his cock. When he asked the man behind the desk for his room key, the man smiled oddly at Sid. Walking to the elevator, Sid thought Germans have an odd way of minding other peoples' business.
The room was empty. The maid had been there, Sid noticed, as he tossed the key onto the neatly made bed. He looked around quickly, half expecting Virginia to be hiding behind the door, but her luggage was gone. He crossed to where his suitcase was placed, and picked up the envelope lying there. "Sid" was written on it.
Sid had a sick guilt feeling in the pit of his stomach, which was not made any better by the contents of the note. He looked at it carefully for some sign of forgiveness, but it said simply that she had gone to Hamburg to think.
"Damn," he said out loud, "I've really made a mess of this thing." His first thought was to book on the next flight to Hamburg, but after a moment, he decided it was just as well that he too, had time to think. Besides, his business schedule was heavy. A day or two apart was probably the best thing. He would try to call her later. Sid put the note in his pocket as he left the room to go downstairs for lunch, leaving the door wide open.
* * * * *
"Coffee, madam?"
The stewardess brought Virginia's attention away from the window and her daydreams.
"Yes, thank you," Virginia replied, a bit surprised that the stewardess had spoken to her in English. Taking the coffee, she wondered how the stewardess had known to speak English.
"You're an American, aren't you?"
Once again, Virginia's reverie of thought was jolted back to reality. "What?" Virginia blurted out in the direction of the voice.
"Excuse me, you're an American, are you not?" the question came again from a thin, sensuous redhead seated next to Virginia. Virginia hadn't noticed that anyone had been seated next to her, or at least she hadn't cared to notice.
"Yes, I am! How did you know?" Virginia asked, wondering if the woman she was speaking to was also an American.
"It is your accent," the woman replied, smiling slightly from an understanding face. "I have traveled in your pleasant country in the past."
Virginia was not anxious to become engaged in a conversation with anyone, but the woman seated next to her seemed most interesting. She looked to be in her late thirties, and was extremely well dressed, having a worldly allure and charm. Virginia wondered if she was German but did not have the opportunity to ask.
"I am Rosie Steiner from Hamburg," she stated matter-of-factly, as she held out her hand in the characteristically German-matron fashion.
"Howdoyoudo! I'm Virginia Ma... Banks," she replied, nearly using her maiden name of Mason that was still more familiar to Virginia. She reached out and took the extended hand of friendship.
"Do you speak German, Mrs. Banks ?" asked Rosie, her eyes falling on the ring on Virginia's left hand. Virginia felt a warm glow as she realized that the opportunity to talk with someone was what she really wanted. There was something about this Rosie Steiner that made Virginia feel comfortable and at ease, and Virginia liked the bold frankness of her speech.
"No, not at all," she replied. "But you speak English so well. Did you spend a lot of time in America ?"
Rosie Steiner seemed to be an amazing woman. She explained to Virginia that she was in import-export in Germany and Iran, but that she had had some dealings with Americans, too. She told Virginia stories about her experiences in America, how she had felt lost and confused at first in a strange country. But, she went on to say that knowing the language helped a great deal in feeling more comfortable and at ease. She also spoke French and Farsi, the language of Iran, besides, of course, German. She was from Hamburg, and she told Virginia about the interesting places to be seen there, as well as little stories about her business dealings with the famous port. Virginia mostly drank her coffee, smoked, and listened to the fascinating woman in the seat beside her.
"Nicht rauchen! No smoking," Rosie said suddenly. "We must be getting ready to land."
Virginia looked out the window to see the sloping roofs of buildings below. They were over Hamburg, Virginia thought, and the time had gone so quickly she felt a bit sorry the flight and conversation were nearing an end.
The terminal was a scramble of people running here and there in the direction of multilingual signs. Virginia was particularly glad to have met her seat companion as Rosie guided her smoothly through the turmoil of claiming her luggage and locating the front of the terminal. When Rosie suggested that it would be easier if she went with Virginia to her hotel, Virginia suddenly realized that she had not arranged for a place to stay.
"I haven't yet made a hotel reservation!" she said, feeling a little embarrassed. "Perhaps you would be so kind as to recommend..." She was cut off in mid-sentence by Rosie.
"This is very good. I was going to suggest you stay at my place anyway. I will not take no for an answer so you might as well say yes."
Virginia was speechless and stood there in front of the terminal while Rosie rattled on about hotel rooms being impossible and that her own place was quite comfortable, because her business demanded her entertaining foreign guests all the time, and that Virginia did not know the language and would, therefore, find Hamburg most unpleasant unless she were with someone who knew the city and the language. During this time, Rosie got a taxi and had Virginia inside before she could utter one word.
"Really, I couldn't impose!" Virginia finally said, but the comment went unnoticed as Rosie was barking instructions to the taxi driver in German. Virginia sat back as the cab lurched away at the command of the friendly woman. Well, Virginia did have second thoughts about having left her destination in the note to Sid. He may have wanted to pursue her immediately, and Virginia was beginning to think that she might be able to discuss her problems with the obviously sophisticated Rosie. By staying at a private residence, Virginia definitely couldn't be found by her husband until she wanted to be found.
"Thank you, I'm really most grateful, and I hope this is not putting you to any trouble."
"Nonsense," Rosie declared with a wave of her arm. "It is my pleasure. You are a welcome guest, and I'm being quite selfish in wanting to have the opportunity to practice my English." Rosie continued her constant stream of dialogue, pointing out the interesting places as the taxi drove along the river toward Rosie's house.
Virginia felt very relaxed, and was happy to have had such luck in running into such a wonderful person. She knew now that everything was going to be all right with her marriage. She would be able to face Sid soon, of this she was quite sure. She knew that Rosie would help her put everything about her confusing and awful experience of last night into its proper order and perspective. Sid had hurt her terribly, but somehow she would gain from this encounter and the gnawing ache would go away.
The sun's reflection danced crazily on the waters of the river as the taxi wound its way along the bank. It was a beautiful day in Hamburg.
*****
The house was on a large piece of land overlooking the Elbe River, and Virginia noticed and commented on its size. Rosie pointed out that the house had survived the war, and had since been redone to her specifications. It was palatial in appearance both inside and out. Virginia was very impressed as she stepped into the entry hall. The floor was of marble, and in the center was a huge Persian carpet with the characteristic blue pattern of the Isfahan design. Ahead was a large Venus-type statue standing between two stairways going up to left and right. Descending the right stairway was a tall blond man. He was hurrying to meet them.
"Ah, Bruno!" Rosie shouted in a matter-of-fact manner as the man approached them. "Virginia, this is Bruno. He runs the house for me."
"Hello, I am Virginia Banks," she said, as the man gave her a curt bow nearly clicking his heels. Virginia was suddenly a little nervous by the appearance of this German man. He looked to her like the typical Gestapo agent she had seen in the old World War II movies on television. On his left cheek was a V-shaped scar, and his thinning, blond hair was combed forward across his forehead. When he looked at Virginia, she cringed from the steel blue eyes that gave such a cruel, hardened appearance.
"Bruno, please take Mrs. Banks' luggage to the guest room. She will be staying here with us," Rosie said, motioning to the suitcases by the front door. Turning to Virginia, Rosie smiled and sympathetically said, "You must be exhausted from the journey, my dear. Bruno will show you to your room. Please bathe and rest if you like, and I will call you for dinner. Then we can discuss all there is to see and do in Hamburg."
"Thank you, I am a bit tired," Virginia replied, feeling the lack of sleep from the previous night catching up with her. "I do appreciate all you are doing for me, Rosie."
"Nonsense, you go on now, and I'll see you at dinner."
Virginia walked toward the right stairway, where Bruno was waiting with her luggage.
"This way, please," Bruno said, as he started up the stairs. Virginia followed, her thoughts returning to her reason for being in Hamburg. She wondered what Sid was doing at that moment, what he would think of her being where she was. It was strange how her chance meeting brought her to such a beautiful home in a place she had never been before.
Bruno stood by the door to allow Virginia to enter the room first. It was larger than Virginia had expected, the focal point being the large bed that looked very enticing at the moment. It was nicer than the hotel room that had been the scene of the awful rape, Virginia thought. She was tired and was anxious to try the bed for comfort. She felt she could sleep very well now that she would have the time to enjoy the diversions of being Rosie's guest.
"If you require anything, Mrs. Banks, just call," Bruno said, after putting her bags down and turning to go.
"Thank you, Bruno," Virginia felt a chill as she watched Bruno leave the room. There was something about him that repulsed her, but she shrugged it off, thinking it must be her own imagination.
As soon as Bruno was gone, Virginia stretched out on the bed. It was as comfortable as it looked, she thought, as she began unbuttoning her jacket. Gently, she tested the soreness of her breasts, feeling the tips with her fingers. Her nipples began to harden instantly, responding to her touch. Sid had been so rough, she thought, and yet she was confused by the mixture of pain and pleasure his biting and sucking had brought her. Perhaps it had been her own fear, she mused as she continued to bring her own young nipples to life. The gentle rubbing felt so good that she unconsciously slid her hand in under her bra to massage her firm, round breasts. Dreamily, her body responded to her gentle releasing of the now unrestrained fullness of her chest. The rest of her clothes felt like bandages wrapped too tightly around her young, smooth body. A tingling sensation danced over nerves the full length of her body as she continued the arousing massage. She wiggled against the bonds of her clothes, but suddenly, becoming aware of her struggle, Virginia sat up flushing slightly at her half-indulged pleasure. For a moment, in her self-induced confusion, she thought she was back in Frankfurt waiting for Sid to return. Then, realizing where she was, she stood up and walked to where her luggage was placed.
She was tired, she thought and perhaps she would do as Rosie had suggested and take a bath, then sleep until it was time for dinner.
Chapter 3
Virginia jumped back startled for a moment as she opened the door to the bathroom adjoining her room. It was a large, elegant room that seemed twice as large as one entire wall was a floor-to-ceiling mirror. It was her own naked reflection that had startled Virginia. Catching a screech in her throat, she realized that she had frightened herself and walked into the resplendent room. The mirrored wall was opposite the large European bathtub. Trying not to look back, Virginia leaned over to turn the faucets on to begin filling the tub.
After testing the water temperature, she stood up and slowly turned toward the mirror. Her eyes fell on her still-hardened pink nipples and she blushed at her reflection. She was proud of her body, and she noted with satisfaction that it still looked virgin and untouched even after the brutal assault by Sid. He had been so rough that it had only been pain for her. Yet she was fully aware of her sensitive body and its hungry need for fulfillment. She had often thought of her first sexual fulfillment. She had often thought of her first sexual experience, and what it should be like. Many times before she had explored her body in preparation for what she felt her first sexual encounter would be. She had wanted sexual involvement, but she also had been raised to believe that it must wait until marriage. Many times with Sid before they were married, she had wanted to give in to his advances. But she was somehow able to prevent her emotions from overtaking her. There hadn't been much talk about marriage, and he was also her employer. These factors seemed reason enough to justify her not giving in to her emotions. She knew that it must have been terribly frustrating for Sid, but he was such a gentleman that he never had pressured her about it. Virginia was pleased about this, as she knew too that if he had, she probably wouldn't have been able to resist for too long.
Virginia was entranced by the full-length sight of her body in the huge mirror. She laughed to herself, thinking back on the time some girl in the gymnasium locker room had suggested that Virginia must have bathed in peroxide. Her sparse young pubic hair was so blond it was hardly visible against her white skin. Ever so slowly, Virginia's hand moved down toward the soft hair-lined slit between her thighs. She had to touch it, to feel its tenderness. Watching herself in the mirror, she delicately ran her middle finger teasingly along the lips of her vagina. The soreness was gone and she felt her clitoris respond to the presence of her warm finger. Virginia became lightheaded as her probing finger began to gently explore the surface of her innermost self. An electric wave of sensation ran through her voluptuous body as her clit made contact with her soft probings. Automatically, she moaned and reached for her breast with her other hand, and pushed against the straining nerves. She shuddered as the gentle rubbing of her clit became more and more furious. Her whole body was alive with excitement, and she blinked at the wild image she saw reflected before her. Then her focus shifted to another reflection in the mirror, and she hurriedly turned to shut off the faucets of the nearly overflowing bathtub.
The scent of steam rose up to her nostrils as Virginia slowly lowered her aroused body into the enveloping warmth of the water. Laying in a warm bath always made her feel secure, the rest of the world totally shut out by the liquid environment. It was a place apart where she could unashamedly indulge in pampering herself.
Virginia stretched out, her whole body immersed to her slim long neck. The warmth felt good, and she rested there as her thoughts drifted lazily back to her lush body. With eyes closed she began again to explore her sensitive sexual parts. A dampness formed at the tight aperture between her smooth white thighs and mingled with the water surrounding it. Thoughts of Sid's hardened penis flashed through her mind, bringing a stirring sensation deep in her belly. Her hand rested on her alabaster breast, gently teasing the pink tip between her thumb and forefinger and gradually she was overcome with a rising need for fulfillment.
Her breathing became more rapid as her fingers found and traced the rounded white curve of her belly and sought their way to the warm, wet slit of her cunt.
"Oh, Sid," she murmured aloud, the thought of his naked body poised over her formed in her mind. She could imagine his hard, excited penis held out above her, and she arched her hips up, wanting to take it in and surround it with her whole body. And then, with another soft moan of coming passion, she spread her legs apart as wide as possible, within the confines of the tub. The warm water slid across her velvet skin as it filled the spaces left behind her legs. Every move in the water was an exquisite joy of pleasure to her passion-tensed body.
Deliberately, Virginia parted the lips of her soft vagina, and probed at the pink fleshy opening with her finger. The soft flesh responded to her touch by drawing the finger in with a slight sucking movement. Her whole being seemed concentrated down between her spread thighs, suspended there in anticipation of the foreign entry. Her clitoris throbbed with tingling sensations beckoning to be fulfilled. Slowly, hanging on each millimeter of pleasure, Virginia forced her finger up into the moist, gently throbbing walls of her cunt. Her ecstasy was like a great flood of earthly joy rushing upon her every nerve end and licking at it over and over and over.
Her mind pictured the first intercourse she had imagined so many times. It was the way she had dreamed it would be, not the way it had been. Sid was upon her, his strong muscles rippling with great effort of restraint at the gentle entry of his hardness. The essences of her innermost being liquid with passion, taking him in, filling her waiting cavern of sexual pleasure.
"Oh, Sid!" She cried aloud again, her imagination feeling the weight of his well-shaped body against her beautiful heaving breasts.
Her lust taking full control, Virginia twisted wildly in the steaming bathtub, her finger finally driving its full length into her hungrily clasping young cunt. She shuddered perceptibly in response to the full presence of her slim finger. Her hips instinctively pulled back from the object imbedded between her legs, and then pushed up again to receive it all to its fullest depth. Slowly she took it in and let it out, but it wasn't enough. She wanted more than her finger could give her.
Virginia's only thoughts now were to satisfy the impassioned flame burning deep within her belly. Oh, how she wished Sid were here now, driving his sperm-filled penis deep into her hot, searing passage. Desperately, she inserted another finger, bringing her heels up against her full, melon-shaped buttocks so her knees could spread to the edges of the tub. She arched her hips up, lifting her parted buttocks off the base of the tub, her rummaging fingers digging wildly to quench the fire within but its lewd hunger wanted more. Virginia's mind was filled with pictures of Sid's huge cock throbbing crazily inside her wet burning belly. She wanted to be fucked, she needed to be fucked, and her fingers weren't enough. Frustrated, Virginia reached under her buttocks with her other hand, and searched the wet crevice for her tiny anus. Finding it, she rammed her finger deep into the small rectal passage, flinching at the sharp pain of the sudden entry. Stunned momentarily, she hesitated in the drive to still the swirling desire nearing a peak within her. Then, gasping for breath, she began the rhythmic punching in her pulsing cunt again.
Feverishly, she imagined she could feel Sid's hot, desire-thickened semen building to a point that it would burst like fire up inside her. Excited by the thought, she felt she would scream as she hung for a moment on the edge of release. Then, her breasts heaving wildly, she worked her fingers furiously for the climax she wanted so desperately to reach.
"Oh God," she moaned, working more and more frantically with her long fingers in her clasping cunt. It just was not enough, it wasn't getting her to a climax. Her wildly churning belly burned with lust, it had to be satisfied, to be fucked and fucked like never before.
Virginia thrashed wildly in the tub, the water splashing all over, on the wall, over the edge of the tub to the floor. Her long blond hair clung together in large strands, soaked wet from a mixture of carnal perspiration and the bathwater.
Digging feverishly at her fire-hot cunt, she sunk in a third finger, its nail tearing at the moist heaving walls of her inner womb.
"AAAhhh!" She screamed at the pain, but she continued her mad frenzy of lust, sawing her fingers in and out of the ever-stretching passage of her cunt. To get greater access so her searching fingers could go deeper, she desperately flung her left leg out over the edge of the tub. She kicked it out straight in the air and bucked up onto her fingers. She was like a raging fire gone out of control, and nothing mattered anymore but to put that scorching fire out. No longer did thoughts of Sid and his large, swelling cock plunging into her hungry cunt enter her mind. Only her burning passion mattered, only her flaming cunt that wanted more and more.
"God, God, God!" She screamed at her fingers over and over again. She felt helpless and furious at the fingers that didn't work anymore. They had always satisfied her before, but they were like meaningless tools in the hands of a monkey now. They just didn't do it. She needed a cock, a large thick, ramming, pounding cock!
Her impassioned eyes searched frantically around the room for something, anything that would do what her punching fingers in her cunt couldn't do. Her eyes fell on an object lying on a ledge by the bathtub. Hurriedly, she jerked her fingers from between her legs, making a wet whooshing sound as the hair-lined lips closed behind the departing fingers. She reached for the ledge and grabbed hold of the object. It was a bath brush with hundreds of soft white bristles, and a long, thick, black plastic handle. Virginia examined it for a brief moment.
It would have to do, she thought desperately, her whole body trembling as she took the brush by the handle and began massaging her inflamed vaginal plane with the soft, white bristles. Her clitoris responded instantly to the teasing bristles as they danced back and forth through her pubic hair.
"Good, good, GOOOOOOD!" she exclaimed at the brush, as she scrubbed more vigorously at her throbbing cunt. The sensitive nerve sent thousands of pleasant shocks over her smooth body as it stirred up the flame deep in her belly even more. Her other hand still held the round white cheeks of her buttocks wide open, and she again probed at her puckered anus with her long finger. Slowly she sank her finger in her rectum up to the second joint, the flashing pain mingling with the electric tingling of her clit gave her a strange, heretofore, unknown pleasure.
"AAAAhhhh!" she groaned, as she began the dual massage. In a lust-driven rhythm, she was scrubbing at her hungry cunt with the bath brush, while pushing and pulling her finger in and out of her tight, tiny rectum. The dual assault made her gasp and moan as it drove her passion higher and higher while deep in her loins, the hot fire burned hotter as the walls of her cunt grew damp. The more she punched at her rectum and rubbed at her clit with the brush, the more she wanted to be fucked.
Suddenly throwing her legs out as wide as possible, she took the black handle of the brush and shoved it into the jerking lips of her fiery cunt. The thick handle slid into the searing passage like a sword in its sheath.
"OOHH, OOOOHHHH!" she screamed as she drove the black plastic deep up into her flaming belly. The wet passage clamped down on the brush handle as she began to pump it madly in and out with long hard strokes. She was in a frenzy of lusting desire to fuck and fuck with the bath brush to still the sizzling fire of her passion. Her legs kicked crazily up in the air above her as she drove the thick handle faster and faster, deeper and deeper into her devouring vaginal slit. She coughed and gasped as her head bobbed from side to side, oblivious to the hot, churning water in the tub. All she was aware of was the black handle fucking into her heaving cunt, and her finger tearing into her hungrily grasping anus. The bathwater splashed out everywhere as her tightly clenched fist holding the brush slammed down again and again at her battered vagina, until her whole body quivered in great passionate waves as the white-hot juice of her climax finally burst and gushed out in desperately needed release around the ruthlessly impaling handle.
"AAAaahHHH, AAAaaHHH!" she sobbed, as the joy of the desperate climax flooded her body in great splashing spasms of ecstasy. Arching her hips up again and again, she held the black handle in her liquid-filled vaginal slit as it contracted its walls, violently spilling out the white cum of her orgasm.
"God, oh God," she cried, hanging desperately on to each successive sensation which raced lasciviously through her thrashing body. Her head spun from the dizzying image of flying water and flaying legs surrounding the white bristles of the bath brush, as the white liquid spilled out from her clasping cunt, ran over the finger buried deep in her rectal passage, and blended with the churning bathwater.
For a long moment she stayed that way, milking the joy of her climax until the last tiny vibration had gone. Her body trembled from the exhausting ordeal she had subjected herself to. Letting out a moan from deep inside her pink-tipped breasts, she gradually slid the black brush handle from her satiated vaginal slit. She shook again as she looked at the strange phallus she had so eagerly used upon herself. Then, dropping it guiltily into the water, she lay still in the cooling, refreshing bath.
Why hadn't her first time been like she had imagined it would be, and should be, she wondered? It would have been so nice if Sid had only been more understanding. She knew this time hadn't been like before, her finger wasn't enough, and she had wanted much more.
Virginia became aware again of where she was, and of what she had been doing. She opened the drain to let her secure liquid world run away, and standing up, she took a towel and hurriedly began drying. Looking in the big mirror at her passion-reddened body, she felt guilty at having let her emotions take over when she was just a new guest in a stranger's house. She was more tired than she had thought, and now all the events of the last day had made her totally exhausted. She quickly finished rubbing her delicate body dry, then walked into the bedroom, lay down and fell fast asleep without another thought disturbing her mind.
Chapter 4
A few moments after Bruno had shown Virginia to the guest room, he quietly entered the darkened room where Rosie sat smoking a cigarette. He walked quickly to the long sofa and sat down beside her.
"How did you find another one so fast?" he asked, smiling at the woman he admired so much. "This one looks excellent." He continued, without waiting for an answer to his question. "She will bring a good price."
Rosie returned Bruno's smile and took a long drag on her cigarette. She was very fond of Bruno, he was the one person in the world she felt she could really rely on. His tasks for her were always performed without question or complaint, and to the letter. It had been five years since she had found him and taken him in, and he had always been a devoted and faithful servant. She realized, of course, that Bruno liked what he did for her, but she knew, too, that devotion such as his only came from one whose feeling went beyond simple service.
"Yes, she does look good, and I think she will present no problems," Rosie finally replied, turning toward the wall before her. "We should know how good soon, I think."
Rosie was quite pleased with the adjustment Bruno had made to this part of the house. She felt he had appropriately named the room they now occupied when he called it the "decision" room. So it had been, as often they would come to the room to make final judgment on a girl. It was the two-way mirror that was the outstanding feature of the room. Before them like a huge screen was the special glass dividing the "decision" room from the bath connected to the guest bedroom. Both Rosie and Bruno found great delight from looking down and observing the unsuspecting "subjects" in their bath. The practical side was being able to check the unknowing nude girls without arousing suspicions. Rosie, of course, was proud of her ability at "discovering" talent, and only once had she ever rejected a girl on her physical attributes. That particular girl had, had foam rubber breasts which on discovery under the same conditions had quite disappointed Rosie, as the girl was otherwise young and beautiful. Since that time, Rosie paid more attention to a "subject's" breasts, and she would find the means of brushing against or otherwise testing them before inviting the innocent girls to the house. With Virginia, she had done this by simply leaning across her at the pretense of wanting to look out the aircraft window.
"Yes, Bruno. I think this girl will be a particularly valuable property," Rosie confirmed Bruno's earlier statement. "I discovered her quite by accident on my flight from Frankfurt."
Rosie took one more drag before stamping her cigarette out. Bruno sat quietly alongside, his eyes focused on the bathroom before them. Both waited patiently for the entrance of the new "subject."
When the door of the bathroom opened, and Virginia started at her reflection, Rosie and Bruno both reacted to the familiar sensation. To them it always seemed that the girl was looking directly at them, and not at the reflection. Somehow, this brought a feeling of intimacy over the whole situation.
As Virginia went to the tub and bent over to begin filling it, Rosie and Bruno sat forward, studying her shapely form. Both gaped at the strikingly beautiful body before them.
"She is perfect!" Bruno noted this aloud, confident that the sound of his voice could not be heard in the adjacent room. Rosie nodded a silent agreement as Virginia turned toward the mirror. Virginia stood before them just a few feet away, completely unaware that she was being observed so intimately and thoroughly.
"She is hot!" Bruno announced, emphasizing his short statements with a lewd grin.
"Yes, this should be very interesting," Rosie agreed matter-of-factly, while never taking her eyes off of the passionate girl ahead.
Both intently stared at Virginia as she methodically began fondling herself. They were awe-struck by the raw sexuality of the masturbating blonde on the other side of the glass. Both of them could feel the wild passion the girl was experiencing, and it struck in silent titillation at their groins.
"She is pure... untouched!" Bruno choked the words out in excited discovery of mounting anticipation for the act performed before him. He could feel a rising pressure building at the pit of his stomach.
"Perhaps. Inexperienced, anyway," Rosie perceptively replied. Her transcendental awareness always kept Rosie from making snap judgments. But she was now extremely pleased with herself, convinced that Virginia would certainly bring the highest price she had ever received for anyone, Tarrous was the man for Virginia. He would pay, and pay well for the choice piece of womanhood that Rosie stared at through the glass.
The heated motions of Virginia kept Rosie's mind from concentrating on subsequent arrangements for business. She was spellbound by the wild self-indulgence which Virginia was being swept into. Both she and Bruno gazed, transfixed by the stimulating image before them. As she expected, Rosie felt a familiar sensation building in her belly. The sight of the passionate girl in the bathroom started to fill Rosie's mind with sexual images.
Rosie looked at Bruno and could see that Virginia was affecting him, too. His cold eyes would drill holes through the glass from the lust glowing in them, she thought.
Without saying a word, Rosie pulled her dress to her waist and turned to see Virginia furiously rubbing her soft, hair-covered cunt with her middle finger. Bruno noticed Rosie pulling her dress up and quickly moved to her side. Putting his hand down between her lush thighs, he worked his fingers under the elastic legband of her black panties. His nimble fingers moved down the surface of her pubic hair, parting the lips of her already moistening vagina. Coming to the damp opening of her womb, he stopped and teased at it slightly for a moment, then ran his moistened finger back up the warm hair-lined slit to her responsive clitoris.
Rosie felt her body jerk spontaneously, as Bruno slid his hand under her panties and down the line of the lips of her cunt. She tensed the muscles in her thighs, in anticipation of the nerve-tickling sensation transmitted from her clitoris as Bruno's finger worked its way further under the edge of her silky panties. The throbbing pink nipples of her large breasts pushed against the inside of her bra as they hardened in excitement.
"That is good, Bruno," she whispered in a husky voice, as his wet finger flicked teasingly between her open thighs in rhythm with Virginia's desperate masturbation.
Bruno felt the taut clitoris slowly come to life as he played his finger across it. His thick cock strained against his shorts, as his own excitement grew. The sight of the wild nude blonde in the bathroom playing with herself drove him crazy, and it took all his willpower and strength to contain himself. He and Rosie watched her as he continued running his finger in slow teasing motions in Rosie's warm, receptive cuntal orifice.
They could see Virginia's eyes, dancing over her own sensuous reflection, which seemed as if she was instead peering into the room where they sat and watched. Both noticed Virginia's eyes changed focus to another form just before Virginia turned to the nearly overflowing bathtub.
"Ah, yes! The bath," Bruno said for her. "To be continued in the bath." Bruno laughed quietly as he watched the beautiful impassioned girl slide gently into the warm water.
"Bruno," said Rosie suddenly. The tone of her voice was a familiar request to Bruno, and without saying a word or taking his eyes off of the girl in the bath, he began to quickly undress. Rosie was already standing up and slipping quickly out of her dress. Her thin, lithe figure was soft and smooth-appearing in the near-darkness of the room. The only light seeped in from the bathroom where Virginia was again beginning to caress herself and squirm salaciously around in the tub.
Rosie waited with her back to Bruno until he had finished undressing and came to unfasten her bra. The clip undone, she turned as he removed the garment which covered her beautiful alabaster breasts. Throwing the bra aside, Bruno reached out and took the German woman's full, warm breast in his hand, while bending to bite at the budding nipple. He placed his mouth over the fully ripe breast and sucked the luscious nipple in against his waiting tongue. He could feel its hardness as he ran his tongue around the firm, erect point of it. Then he sank his teeth down on the nipple and held it.
"UHHHNNHHH," Rosie moaned, as Bruno worked his teeth over her nipples. She took his head in her hands by his hair, and pulled him hard against her pulsing breasts. The pleasurable sensation shot down through her insides and settled deep in her cunt.
"Hurry !" Rosie anxiously pleaded while pulling him to the sofa after her. Bruno removed his hungry mouth from the hardened nipple, as Rosie climbed onto the sofa on her hands and knees. Kneeling down, she looked at Bruno's cock hungrily, and held its throbbing head in her hand. Bruno held back a moan, knowing that Rosie did not want him to utter a sound. He looked down at her slavishly bent form, lustily studying her sex-hungry body. It was a supple body which belied her years. Her silky red hair was scattered loosely about her shoulders and pulled back at one side, so she could see the writhing Virginia in the next room.
"Hurry, Bruno!" she cried again, her hand still holding his purple and swollen cock. Bruno acted quickly, taking one edge of her black bikini panties in each hand and peeling them roughly down from her upturned buttocks. Rosie cooperated, lifting one knee at a time, so Bruno could relieve her of the restraining filmy fabric. As he did this, she spread her long legs the width of the couch. Bruno then kneeled down between her outspread thighs and placed his hands on the twin globes of her warm, teasingly parted buttocks. Rosie's face was turned toward the two-way mirror, still watching the young blonde American girl unknowingly playing with herself in the bathtub. Bruno looked at Virginia and watched as she was gently probing and testing her vagina. His hot hairy balls grew tight from the lewd sensations and pressures building within them.
Turning back to Rosie, Bruno placed his thumbs between her thighs and parted the soft flesh. He bent forward, first pausing to breathe hot air on, then lick his long tongue along the exposed hair-lined slit. Rosie's bent body jerked back to meet the advancing tongue.
"AAHHHHH! Bruno!" Rosie cried passionately as his tongue lashed out at the moistened flesh surrounding the soft, hair-lined hole of her cunt. Her mouth filled with saliva that ran freely out the corner of her parted lips. She was paralyzed with pleasure. Her dark open eyes stared constantly at the lust-crazed Virginia. Bruno suddenly shot his tongue up the full, searing passage, pulling hungrily with his teeth at the flesh around the warm quivering opening.
"AAHHHHH!" Rosie moaned as she reached back between her open thighs, searching desperately for Bruno's rock-hard cock. Finding the twin sacs of his round balls, she gently massaged the sperm-filled glands, as they throbbed madly in her hands, cum surging around wildly within them.
Excited, Bruno sucked ferociously at her delicious wet slit, driving his hot tongue up the moist passage to its limit. Like a sunstruck madman at an oasis, he drank at her juices in large gasping gulps. Rosie arched her round buttocks up higher on the hot flicking tongue, eager to feel more of its wet, sluicing seduction.
"OOOHHHH! AAAAHHHH!" She groaned while feeling a thousand dancing fingers of electricity running down her spine to the base of her neck. Her full pulsing breasts hung down, the nipples brushing sensuously across the fuzzy material of the couch as her shoulders jerked from side to side. Her dark eyes became glassy from her stimulated nerves, though her face was kept turned toward Virginia. Bruno withdrew his probing tongue from her grasping cunt and carefully ran it up between the widespread cheeks of her buttocks. He teasingly paused at her tight puckered anus, flicking at it with his moist darting tongue. As he did, he felt a new surge of largeness swell his cock even further and Rosie released his throbbing balls and grasped for the thick, swollen member.
"Fuck me now, Bruno! Fuck me NOW!" She whined, trying to screw her hungry cunt down on the fleshy cock. She had to have it now- not another second of this teasing, maddening, excitement. She could stand waiting for this no longer!
Bruno straightened up on his knees as the salaciously aroused Rosie placed the blood- swelled head of his long cock between the wet, hair-lined lips of her heaving, grasping cunt. He turned to watch Virginia slowly sinking her fingers into her own hungrily grasping cuntal slit, and timing himself with her, drove his hard cock up Rosie's devouring passage. The slick walls clasped hungrily at the slowly entering column of hardened flesh.
"Goood, Goooodd!" Rosie was grunting in a low, throaty voice, aware of Bruno's sense of timing with the beautiful girl in the tub.
"Do you like her, Bruno-do you like her?" Rosie asked, as she watched Virginia squirm in ecstasy on her own long finger.
"Yes, Yessss!" he answered, while his body glistened with flushed passion and he knew he wanted the blonde girl, he really wanted her bad.
"Fuck me good then, Bruno," Rosie gasped. "Fuck me good and you can have her later!" Her words rang in Bruno's head, and they excited him even more as visions of being inside the young American bitch flashed through his brain. Then he turned his attention to Rosie, she had said later-and he knew her word was good.
His fleshy staff was slowly filling her burning womb, sinking deeper and deeper in swift pursuit of the raging fire. Then when she thought it had reached its limit, Bruno pushed hard forward, driving the thick cock deeper and deeper until it felt as though it would break through the wall of her belly. Her mouth fell open as she gasped for breath. Bruno held her hips tightly with both hands, pulling her upturned buttocks hard against his hairy loins. His large, swollen cock jerked larger in the quivering flesh of her now slippery cunt. Then he began rhythmically sawing in and out of the moist cavern, keeping lewd time with the German woman's cries of desperate excitement.
"Yes! Yes! Fuck me like that!" she groaned as his whole hardened length fucked into her, the momentum of his thrusts forcing the side of her face into the couch. Rosie's passions mounted as the hard shaft pounded into her, while she watched the lust-crazed Virginia masturbating in the bath on the other side of the two-way mirror. The image combined with the sensations filling her burning crotch made her want more and more. She could see the twisting Virginia pull her legs up and reach for her smoothly churning buttocks. Then a sudden pain shot through Rosie, making her lurch forward on her elbows.
"AAAGGGG, AAAAGGGG!" She screamed as Bruno had run his middle finger along the widespread crack of her buttocks, and finding the puckered little anus thrust in his finger to the second joint. Bruno could feel his spermbloated cock through the thin wall of moist flesh separating her rectum from her cunt. Drawing his cock back, he hesitated for a second while Rosie adjusted to the pain of his finger in her back passage, then rammed forward with his hips and shoved his cock and jammed his finger at the same time, to their maximum length. Bruno moved his finger around inside her, she jerked forward momentarily and then screwed her buttocks back on it, grunting incessantly as the pain slowly subsided. She gradually became accustomed to the dual presence between her legs. A masochistic pleasure swept over her ravaged body in place of the sharp, hot pain that flooded her brain. The two instruments raced up in her belly, forcing her face hard down onto the sofa.
"AAAAHHHH, AAAHHHH," she cried as he buffeted her in rhythm with his finger and thick, giant cock. He could feel it growing with each pounding down the searing passage, its lust only contained by the overwhelming desire and need to please the gorgeous redhead bent before him. He would make it good, because he wanted the blonde girl, too! He kept an eye on Virginia so he could match the wild girl stroke for stroke in their joint, but secret, climb to ecstasy.
Rosie could feel the monstrous shaft growing inside her battered vagina. The incessant pounding seemed like endlessly crashing waves of pleasure. The pleasure kept building deep in her belly, as the finger worked simultaneously in her raw, hot rectal passage. She watched Virginia fling her legs up, draping one over the edge of the tub. Then Virginia reached out and picked up the bath brush by the tub, and began scrubbing the brush between her open legs. She was splashing and gasping like a mad bitch. The sight drove Rosie crazy with passion.
"Bruno, she's going to fuck herself with the brush!" Rosie grunted, as the pounding in her own genitals grew more intense than before.
They both excitedly watched as Virginia stroked with the brush at her cunt, while probing her finger up her tightly clinging anus. She was screaming and moaning as she made the dual assault on herself. Suddenly, Virginia's legs flew up, and she jammed the handle of the brush deep into her hot jerking vagina. They both could see the black handle sinking into her pink, hair-lined cunt, held wide apart. The bizarre scene made their own passion even greater. Bruno shoved his thick, blood-swollen cock hard into Rosie to match the pace of the disappearing handle in Virginia's heaving cuntal passage.
When Virginia started sawing the plastic phallus in and out of her fiery womb while jamming her fingers in her puckered anus, Bruno drove his excited cock and finger in rhythmic unity into the twin openings between Rosie's widespread buttocks. Virginia was in such a frenzy that she was splashing water all over everything as she slammed the brush handle down again and again in her battered slit. Rosie was so stimulated by the sight of Virginia and the dual ravishment of her sexual genitals, that she could not contain the pressure burning deep in her cunt any longer.
"Fuck me harder, Bruno. Fuck me, FUCK ME!" She repeated over and over to the beating rhythm in her wet crotch. Her belly quivered as her hungry cunt pulled relentlessly to milk crazily at the anxious cock plunging into her. She could see Virginia hanging on the edge of ecstasy, and with clasping gasps of joy, her insides exploded at the same moment. Her fingernails dug into the sofa, as she humped back on the pumping cock over and over-spilling white-hot juices out her lust throbbing cunt. Bruno sensed the exact moment to release the sperm from his bursting, throbbing balls. The hot cum shot up the long, huge column and squirmed out the blood-filled purple tip, splashing into the boiling womb. Their juices mingled freely as the pumping cock continued the climactic pounding of her contracting, grasping cunt.
Virginia in her not-so-private bath was arching up on her black brush phallus, spilling her fluid around the driving handle into the warm rippling water in the tub. Rosie and Bruno held their mutual pleasure at a long, long peak of jerking joy, their groins spasmodically fighting for more and more. Juices flowed constantly from the battered vagina, running in a hot, viscid stream clown the white quivering thighs pressed tightly together, covering their lower bodies with hot, sticky pleasure. Rosie pushed back to ride the long column to the end, her whole body shaking with each load of cum firing into her belly. Bruno kept jamming his finger up her rectum as an emphasis to each spasm in his cock. Sweat dripped off of his brow, and the scar on his cheek glowed pink in the dull light. Finally, with one great shove of his hips, he spit the last of his sperm deep into the humping belly beneath him Rosie's upper torso slumped from the force as her round buttocks arched high in the air, then, exhausted, they both fell flat on the couch, Bruno on top of Rosie with his deflating cock still buried deep in the liquid-filled tunnel of her vagina. For a long moment, they lay there gasping for air, while waiting for the beating of their hearts to slow down.
"Bruno, let me up," Rosie said, after catching her breath. Bruno backed away from the prostrate body beneath him, his cock slipping with a moist sucking noise as it pulled out of the wet slit between her legs.
Rosie sat up to watch Virginia stepping out of the bath. Rosie was still breathing hard, her satiated body still shaking from the pleasure Bruno had given her.
"Yes, Bruno, this girl is a most valuable property. We must prepare her right away," Rosie stated as she began pulling on her clothes. They both sat silently as they watched the unaware American girl dry her tired, voluptuous body, then leave the bathroom. Rosie stood, turned to Bruno, and smiled.
"You have work ahead of you tonight," she announced with a smile as she walked out of the room.
Chapter 5
Virginia was feeling good when she returned to the guest room after the delicious dinner and wonderful conversation she had with Miss Steiner. She had been right in believing Rosie was an understanding person, Virginia thought. After all she had done for her as a guest in a strange country, to also take her own personal problems under consideration was really nice.
Virginia sat down on the edge of the bed and kicked off her shoes. She was still a bit tired, the afternoon nap having been too short. She had slept well, but when she was awakened for dinner she had been slow to get up and dressed. Her experience before going to sleep kept entering her mind. She didn't know what had come over her in the bathtub that afternoon. She had never been that carried away with sex before, and to have used that bath brush on herself like she had, made her think she must have been out of her mind. It had done what she had wanted it to do, but she might have hurt herself with it, too. Fortunately, she thought, she hadn't done any damage, at least she didn't feel any the worse for wear.
Was it possible that Sid had unleashed a sexual need in her that she hadn't recognized before? Or, maybe it was just the cumulative effects of a spoiled wedding night that she had looked forward to with such great expectations. At any rate, it was something she would find out about when Sid came to Hamburg to get her.
Virginia stood up by the bed and began undressing. She had decided to call Sid in the morning and ask him to come to Hamburg so they could talk. She had reached this decision after having talked with Rosie during dinner. Virginia laughed to herself thinking back on how surprised she was when Rosie served the typically American steak and potatoes for dinner. She had expected a typical German dinner and was even looking forward to it, but after all she was happy that she could eat something that reminded her of home. It had been a delicious dinner, but more important, she had even gotten up the nerve to talk to Rosie about Sid.
Rosie had been a most willing listener, and told Virginia many times to feel free to discuss anything she felt she needed to discuss. Virginia had talked freely, except when Bruno was in the dining room serving food. She told Rosie about the wedding in Las Vegas, the flight to Frankfurt, and the miserable rape of her body by Sid. She told Rosie everything, it just spilled out as if she were talking to someone she had known all her life.
Rosie was very understanding, and listened attentively. She told Virginia that she could see how Virginia might be confused by her experience, and that Sid probably had been inconsiderate. But, Rosie also explained, this often happened to young girls on the first night of marriage, especially when there is time between the wedding and the first opportunity to be alone.
"One does tend to think a lot and anticipate," Rosie had said.
It was true, Virginia thought, she had expected things to be so perfect and nice that her imagination might have run away with herself. And too, judging by the following events, she was almost convinced that what had happened could have been prevented if she had been more understanding of Sid, too.
One thing was certain, Rosie did know a lot about people, and Virginia was flattered when Rosie had offered to contact Sid for her. Rosie had even told Virginia that Sid would be welcome to stay in Hamburg with Virginia in Rosie's home. Rosie was really too kind.
Virginia unfastened her bra and slipped the straps off her shoulders, letting it slide down her arms. The cool air falling on her firm free breasts felt good. She knew she would sleep well, and was anxious to get to bed. The thought of calling and talking to Sid in the morning set her mind at ease from the tensions that had been there since the wedding. Gingerly, she pulled down her nylon panties and was just stepping out of them when there was a knock on the door. Startled, Virginia grabbed for her robe to cover her naked body.
"Who's there?" she asked, slipping the robe on.
"Bruno, Mrs. Banks. I have some hot chocolate for you from Mrs. Steiner," came the unhurried reply. Virginia tied the belt around the robe and closed her suitcase on her bra and panties. For some reason she didn't want Bruno to see them.
"Come in, please," Virginia finally answered as she turned away from the door to compose herself. Bruno opened the door and carried in a tray with a cup of hot chocolate on it. He moved very slowly and deliberately to the table beside the bed.
"It is an old German custom to have chocolate before bed," Bruno stated as he placed the cup onto the table. "Mrs. Steiner sends this with her best wishes and hopes you will have a good night."
Virginia was amused and very grateful for the considerate offering of her hostess.
"Tell Mrs. Steiner thank you very much," Virginia told Bruno as he turned to leave. Bruno stopped and nodded at Virginia as he went out the door. Virginia stood still looking at the closed door and holding her robe tightly around herself until she heard Bruno's footsteps down the hall. There was something in the way he looked at her that gave her a chill. It seemed as though he could look right through her robe, that he knew what she looked like without having the robe on. His eyes seemed to penetrate the cloth right through to her skin. She wondered what a person like Rosie Steiner could see in him. It was apparent that Rosie relied on Bruno for many things, and perhaps he was a good servant. But he had such a cruel look about him that Virginia couldn't understand why someone as nice as Rosie would have him around.
Virginia decided she was being unfair in judging Bruno without really knowing anything about him. She slipped out of her robe, and feeling the warm night air, decided she would sleep without her nightgown. Setting the robe down, she looked in her purse for a cigarette, found one and lit it. She would smoke one more cigarette while drinking the hot chocolate before going to sleep.
Virginia sat down on the bed and picked up the cup on the table. She knew the Germans were famous for their chocolate and it did look good. When she tasted it she was surprised that it didn't taste like she expected it would. It was much sweeter than any chocolate she had tasted before. She thought it was a strange custom to drink something so sweet before going to bed, but it did taste good and she gulped it down.
Stretching out on the large bed, Virginia took a drag on her cigarette and blew the smoke slowly into the air. The idea occurred to her that Sid also might be smoking a cigarette while lying on the bed in the hotel in Frankfurt, at that very moment. A kind of lonely feeling came over Virginia as her thoughts turned back to Sid walking out of the hotel that same morning. Perhaps she had been wrong in running away. Maybe if she had stayed, everything could have been resolved and she would be with him. She couldn't help feeling like she had abandoned him when he might have needed her most. Still, she had to have the opportunity to think, and the flight to Hamburg did give her the perspective she needed to put everything in her mind back in order.
Virginia abruptly realized she was feeling drowsy and had been holding her cigarette near the cover of the bed. As she reached to put the cigarette out, she became fascinated with the ashtray and the simple action of crushing the glowing end of the cigarette. At the same moment she felt confused by the length of time it took to put the cigarette out. Strange, she thought as she laid back on the bed again, it seemed as if she were floating on water. The bed was extremely comfortable, and she closed her eyes to better enjoy the sensation it gave her. Her whole body felt warm, and she thought she could feel her blood pulsing through every vein in her relaxed body. Sleep seemed to be coming upon her in small steps, and her mind drifted like smoke in the air.
Visions started popping in and out of her mind. She could see herself standing before a mirror naked, but her feet weren't touching the ground. The picture in her mind struck Virginia as being very funny, and she felt as though she were laughing. Then she saw the bristles of the bath brush between her legs, water splashing all around in slow motion. The excitement of the image caused her to tighten the muscles in her thighs as an inexplicable sensation filled her whole vaginal area. Her entire being was becoming very pleasant and Virginia spread her arms and legs out wide in acceptance. Her whole body was alive with sensual delights, while her mind floated out in space.
Her body tensed momentarily as the sensation of a finger running up the inside of her leg came over her. She tensed from the pleasure it gave her, not from surprise. Her unprotected naked body was open and exposed to any joys that might fall upon it. She wanted to feel, to enjoy, to be consumed by sensual pleasure, because her body felt so very good. Somehow, it seemed right to freely open herself to total exposure and abandonment. Nothing else mattered or was even very important.
Hot air like a strong breath tantalized her breasts before the wetness of lips brushed across the pink tips of her nipples. The pink buds hardened instantly in response to the wonderful sensations as if to ask for more. And more came as her taut breast was consumed by wet warm fleshly pleasures pulling and sucking at its swelling tip.
Yes, Virginia thought, this was the pleasure that her body was open to and for which it was made. Her mind flashed for notions of other pleasures that her open loins might have and enjoy, and many sensations filled her at once.
Little dolls with fingertip feet danced along her thighs to the fineness of her pubic hair, then slid down the soft, sparsely hair-lined slit down between her legs. Up and down they went, each time playfully flicking and teasing the nerve-ended clit. Oh such pleasure, such warmth, Virginia thought, as her body tingled with entertaining shocks of delight. The little dancing feet were replaced by the wet warm lips that had been teasing her breasts, and now ran up and down her cuntal split, Wet warmth burrowed into the depths of her innermost being sending the wonderful pleasure into the pit of her belly. Her legs wanted to drift wider and wider apart to let the warm wet sensations go deeper, as deep as they would. Her mouth watered from the freedom of delight her body felt, and her sensuous lips were open to let in warm flesh that she could taste and feel. Her tongue wetly licked at hard warmth that slid in between her parted red lips. Her whole mouth was filled with the warmth, and the taste and feel gave her great joy.
Everything about her body felt so good, she could only think of absorbing more. The biting, plowing wetness at her softly throbbing pussy caused pulsing shivers deep in her womb, and she could feel her own wetness oozing its way out. The taste and hardness filling her mouth was such joy that she sucked and pulled at it to get more. Her whole body was open to the fantastic sensation of warm falling rain stroking every pore. The voice inside her wanted to cry out, "Oh, give me more pleasure; fill me, fuck me to your delight!" It seemed as though she could hear her cry, and a strange voice in the distance answered, making tiny pleasant shocks in her ears. It seemed as if it had distantly said, "She is ready."
* * * * *
"The drug in the chocolate should have taken effect by now," Bruno said to Rosie shortly after having left the hot liquid in Virginia's room.
"You are very anxious to get at that sweet little American bitch," Rosie replied with a half- lewd smile. "Just remember Bruno, Tarrous is a hard man to deal with, and he will be more difficult when he hears the price. The way you handle Virginia will be very important to making the sale. He is not just interested in innocent American wives, we have got to make him want her."
Bruno nodded to Rosie that he understood, but he was still more anxious to get at the little blonde bitch. When he saw her standing there with her robe showing her firm proud tits he wanted to fuck her half to death right then. In a few moments though, he would have his way.
"Remember, Bruno; call when she is ready. Tarrous will be here soon, and this is a show we don't want him to miss." Rosie called after Bruno as he was already on his way.
Bruno walked quietly and quickly down the hall leading to the guest room. The anticipation of what he was about to do made his heart pound with excitement. He would show her what it was like to be fucked with a man-driven cock instead of a black plastic handle!
He snickered when he thought of the way Virginia had stopped talking to Rosie when he had come into the dining room to serve dinner. She had acted like he was some dog that she might throw a bone to, the way she had been so quiet when he brought in her food. She wouldn't have been so smugly proper if she knew he had watched her bath-brush fucking herself in the bath that afternoon. Now she would find out how it could be with a good hardened cock, although he would have to handle her slowly and teasingly, the way Rosie wanted him to do. But that wouldn't lessen his satisfaction, Bruno thought happily.
He hesitated at the door of Virginia's room and listened carefully for a moment before going in. When he opened the door slightly after hearing no sound, he saw Virginia stretched out naked, her arms and legs spread-eagled, in the middle of the bed. Slowly, he crossed the room, feeling his blood running faster through his anxious cock. He approached cautiously until he could look into the cup on the table by the bed.
It was empty.
Relaxing, Bruno sneered with a lewd, hungry grin as he examined her nude body now in front of him and not separated from him by the two-way glass. Virginia's head was facing straight toward the ceiling. Her eyes were held tightly shut, but on closer examination, Bruno could see that her eyes were stirring under the lids. Her mouth was slightly open, the little red lips turned up at the corners as though she was enjoying the hazy dreams of the world the drug had put her into.
Without taking his gaze from the sprawled figure, Bruno moved slowly around to the foot of the large bed. He stood and looked down at the pink slit formed by the tightly closed lips of her vagina. The blond hair covering blended with the whiteness of her soft inner thighs. Bruno couldn't resist running his finger along her smooth, inner thigh to make sure that it was real.
She stirred in response to his touch, smiling and spreading her legs out wider. He was sure now that the drug had worked perfectly, and the thought of getting into the sweet young innocent bitch before him made his cock swell up painfully against his tight pants. He had fucked many young women before, but never did he have one as delectable and innocent as this. She was so pure and proud, this one he would really enjoy humbling to his hardened cock.
He quickly unzipped the fly of his pants to release his throbbing cock from its prison. He pulled it out by its large expanding head as his touch goaded it into thick hardness. It stood proudly out before him, its gland tip contracting slightly as the blood rushed freely through the hard erection. He gently massaged the heavy thick member that was already filling with white seminal fluid, as he thought of the ways he would play with Virginia to arouse her. One thing he knew he had to do was get that soft virginal mouth of hers around his pulsing member. He wanted to drive it deep in her innocent young throat so she could taste it down to her smug stomach. Then she would know who was the servant and who was the master.
He undid his belt, letting his pants fall heavily to the floor. His large thick column of male organ pointed lewdly at the spreadeagled girl lying on the bed before it. The sight of her beneath him like that made him want to dump his load of hot, scalding semen all over her white naked body right then and there. But he thought about his instructions from his mistress, and dropped the idea. He took hold of the bottom of his bulky wool turtleneck sweater, and pulled it quickly off over his head. He stepped out of his shoes and socks and took the pile of clothes over to a chair. Then, looking around the room, he began turning off and on lights to get the right effect for the show he was about to prepare. That done, he knelt down on the bed beside the limp, naked Virginia.
He marveled at the firmness of her round young breasts that were barely moving from the slowness of her breath. They stood off her body like pink-capped mountains of lush snow. Bruno bent close to breathe hot air across them. He could see Virginia respond to the warmth by a quickening of her breath.
Bruno moistened his lips with his tongue, and carefully placed his wet lips on each of her pink young nipples. As he did this he could feel her nipples mechanically grow hard in the space between his lips. His penis grew more erect as the young American bride became unconsciously aroused.
Bruno held his head close to her firm breasts, trying to contain the pressure building in his cum-filled balls. He knew he had to be patient, that he could fuck the luscious bitch as soon as everything was ready and slowly he closed his mouth around the hard tip of her breast and licked at the nipple with his moist hot tongue. He sucked in as much of her firm breast as he could get in his mouth, and licked and chewed lightly at its flesh. Without looking, he reached down to her soft, fleece-covered loins and ran his fingers up the inside of her thighs to the sparsely hair-lined vaginal slit. Carefully, he felt the shape of her smooth-fleshed young cunt with the tips of his fingers. His larger middle finger searching through the fine pubic hair for the thin slit in the lips tightly closed around the pink flesh of her vaginal opening. He ran his fingers up and down the slit while opening the lips slightly so his fingers would brush against the tip to her hardening clitoris. Virginia, in her drugged state, moaned softly and spread her legs out wider in welcome to the teasing intruders.
He couldn't resist getting a closer look at the widespread fineness of her completely defenseless young pussy any longer. He released his hold on her erected nipple and crawled over her prostrate body on all fours. He was kneeling upside down, his knees were placed carefully on each side and just above her head. His huge thick cock stood out over her slightly open mouth, and he could feel her warm breath rhythmically blowing across the swollen blood-filled tip, the dangling twin sacs of his balls growing tight from the excitement swirling within them.
His hands placed beside her firm hips, he bent down over her smooth white belly to look closely at the pubic valley between her outstretched thighs. Her tight little cunt a few inches below his face was white and shiny. The little hair-lined slit formed by firm rounded lips was slightly parted, and Bruno bent down to run his wet tongue along the pinkish furrow. She moaned again, and the dark small opening of her hot, now slightly pulsating, cunt willingly opened as she unconsciously spread her long, well-tapered legs wider apart. He could feel her hardening clit with the tip of his straining tongue as he ran it slowly up and down the damp, soft valley. His lips sucked, drawing the warm soft folds wetly into the depths of his heated mouth, his tongue continuing its furious licking against the straining pink bud of her softly yielding young pussy.
Bruno worked hungrily, the soft dampness of her pubic hair tickled the nerves around his sucking lips. Everything about the voluptuous blonde American bitch beneath his tongue was more than he had ever expected in his wildest dreams. She was so pure and innocently aroused in response to his fondling tongue, that in spite of the drug he had a great feeling of power. He knew that she would be screaming to be fucked in a matter of minutes. She needed it bad, and she was going to get it. This was just the beginning...
He slithered the wetness of his tongue into the soft-rimmed flesh of the opening of her cunt, driving it in for a second, then withdrawing it to the pink, gently throbbing edges again to wait for her reaction. Her mouth was breathing more rapidly, and the hot air wafting against his cock made it strain out larger. He pushed his lips hard against the viscous, clasping opening and thrust his tongue deep down into it. He could feel the wet flesh slip moistly around his long, extended tongue as the walls of the invaded vagina opened and closed in a hungry sucking motion, attempting to pull the wet intruder deeper and deeper into it. He drove his tongue into it until it could go in no farther. The juice of her lust-filled cunt ran out abundantly from around his buried tongue, its pungent odor drifting sweetly into his nostrils pushed tightly against its soft hair-lined lips.
His excited penis grew to a point where he could hardly control it, and he unconsciously lowered his hips so that the swollen gland at the tip barely touched the soft edge of her open mouth. Unexpectedly, her warm, lipstick- rimmed lips reached out to grasp the hard throbbing column, their warm wet contact making his taut stomach muscles jerk in answer. The excitement of driving his thick cock deep into the hot wet cavern of her mouth, made him take the risk of losing his already burning semen there, and he eased his hips down, pushing his thick member into the willing sucking mouth. Her tongue licked wetly at the hard column as her lips pulled hungrily up onto the slow descending hard fleshy rod. The sensation of her clasping mouth on his throbbing penis made his balls tighten and tingle with lust, and he drove his tongue in and out of her hotly clasping cunt until he could feel her passion building to the point where she would burst. Her wet maddening sucking on his near-bursting cock almost made him lose complete control. He had to fuck this little bitch now or he would pump his sperm deep into her hungrily sucking throat and deprive himself of the lewd triumph of filling her innocent young belly.
He quickly straightened up, pulling his tongue from her wet fiery cunt, and slowly worked his cum-filled cock from her grasping mouth. As he freed his wet column from her slippery lips, he could hear her pleading and groaning, "Fuck me, darling, please fuck me..."
Bruno grinned lewdly at the passion-hungry girl and called anxiously toward the door, "She is ready!"
Chapter 6
Rosie had taken Tarrous to the area outside the guest room where Bruno was with Virginia. She had a plan and she was quite sure that the plan would work. She intentionally wanted to keep Tarrous waiting a short time before he could see Virginia. This gave her the opportunity to tell him her price, which she knew would shock him, and then let him stew in anticipation of seeing the girl for whom she had asked such a high price. She also wanted Tarrous to see Virginia when she was hot, and she was certain Bruno and the drug were taking care of that. When she heard Bruno call out that all was ready, she intentionally waited a moment before saying anything to Tarrous.
"We will go in now and see the girl," Rosie said finally to the short hairy little man. She watched his face closely for a sign that he was anxious.
"Your price is too high, Rosie. It does not matter what the girl is like," was the only response that Tarrous made. But Rosie noticed that he went on through the door to the bedroom without waiting for her. He was anxious, she was sure of that. Rosie followed him into the room, and looked at the naked, evilly smiling Bruno. He was just standing at the foot of the bed looking down at the helpless Virginia, his cock erect, as if to emphasize the desirability of the girl on the bed. They could all hear Virginia moaning at the absence of Bruno's fondlings.
"Fuck me, please, fuck me, fuck me," Virginia kept mumbling over and over, her arms and legs held wide in waiting for the mysterious pleasures to return to her again. Rosie was pleased with the spectacle Bruno had prepared, and she could see that it was having the proper effect on Tarrous. He was just staring at Virginia lying passionately on the bed.
"Go ahead, Bruno, and give her what she wants." Rosie said quickly as she waved her arm in the direction of a sofa, motioning Tarrous ahead, "Sit down, Tarrous, you may judge the girl from there." Rosie sat down with Tarrous on a sofa that was strategically placed to allow observation of the bed from a short distance farther than she knew Tarrous would like. He would have to strain a little to get a good look at the show that Bruno was starting.
Bruno leaned forward between Virginia's widespread legs, his tongue ready to snake into her soft yielding loins again. He flicked his tongue out at the hair-lined slit, licking at the excited sexual lubricant that had continued to form there, and then ran it wetly over her throbbing clit.
"Oh! Ohhh! Aggghhh!" she moaned, splaying her legs wider and wider to give the teasing tongue greater access.
Bruno drove his wet, fleshy member at the pink flesh surrounding the tight cunthole while reaching for her spread legs, and grabbing them behind the knees, he shoved them back toward her shoulders. Virginia's upturned young buttocks were now fully exposed to Bruno's probing tongue.
She was lost in an ecstasy of pleasure that was building a raging, all consuming fire in her whole body. Her every muscle was tensed as she strained her upturned pussy toward the maddening probe between her legs. It was overpowering, such magnificent pleasure that she had never known could exist.
She reached around her bent-back legs, taking hold of hair, and pulled the hot pleasure of his mouth hard into her searing passage. The licking flesh buried in her liquid cunt was driving her crazy with its incessant probing.
"Oh, fuck me, FUCK ME!" She cried again, as she jerked her bent hips up to the driving power.
Bruno could stand it no longer. He placed his hands on either side of her shoulders as he moved up across her sweat-soaked body. Her legs were pinned back between his arms and chest, keeping her upturned ass completely exposed to him. His stiff, rigid column was laying its full length along the wet dripping pubic hair of her crotch, his balls dangling down into the widespread crevice of her naked buttocks. He could see down between their bodies to the throbbing lips of the narrow inviting cunt-slit, the pressure of his thighs against her held the wet moist furrow wide apart.
"She is very passionate, is she not?" Rosie said casually to Tarrous, who was leaning forward beside her on the sofa.
"Yes," Tarrous replied, trying to show only mild interest. But his eyes were in a fixed gaze on the bent-double body of the ravishing blonde on the bed.
Virginia could feel the hard flesh laying the full length of her moist open slit. The balls hitting against her wide open buttocks in a maddening tease caused her to squirm her hips around to feel harder the smacking sensation they made across her tiny puckered anus. She wanted to feel the full length of the huge rod, to get its quivering head deep up inside her. Her belly screamed for it. Anxiously, she reached her hands down under the gently squirming cheeks of her rounded ass, and took hold of the teasing rock-hard member. She could feel the spasmodic throbbing in her soft hands, and stroked it gently until hot, sticky fluid ran out in droplets from its blood-filled head. She grasped the hard column tightly in her fist, placing the swollen tip in the moist parted valley against her clitoris, and not letting it lose contact with her throbbing pink flesh, ran it down to the clasping opening of her vagina. Pulling on the rigid column while pushing up with her hips, she worked with all her strength to take it in to drown the burning fire that raged out of control deep down in her heaving belly.
Bruno stayed poised above her, watching her furious attempt to screw herself up onto his aching column. He wanted to drive his thick cock deep into her quivering belly in one great lunge, ripping her hungry cunt apart, but he held back, knowing it would drive the bastard Tarrous mad. He wanted to make Tarrous pant for the sex-crazed girl beneath him, to make Tarrous watch while she hungrily devoured his own thick cock with the fresh wet walls of her vagina. He knew that Tarrous wanted her, and that gave Bruno all the more pleasure in being the first of his kind to break in the hot little bitch. She would know that she had been fucked good when he got through with her, and as long as he could keep Tarrous watching, he was going to fuck the shit out of her.
Virginia felt the elastic-rimmed tightness of her throbbing vagina resisting the huge presence, and frantically she spread the soft hair-lined lips wider with her fingers. The cruel hard pressure slowly made the resistance give way, and pain joined the passion in her body. Suddenly the hardened tip of smooth rubbery flesh broke its way into the opening of her hungrily nibbling vaginal passage, and she jerked back from the harsh sudden pain. Momentarily she fought the huge pulsating presence in her body, forcing her hips in helpless retreat back down into the squeaking mattress.
Bruno gave another shove forward as she attempted to pull away, and a low groan came from deep in her throat. He knew this would make Tarrous realize what a tight cunt he had pinned beneath his body, and Bruno could not resist finally driving his full inflated cock all the way to the hilt. Ramming forward with everything he had, he cruelly impaled Virginia with his lust-driven cock deep down into the mattress.
"Oooooooh God!"
Her legs kicked out straight from under his weight, jerking futilely in the air.
"AAAAgggghhh!" She screamed, the sudden impalement pinning her helplessly against the bed. Each move seemed to make the huge rod slam deeper into her trapped body. Bruno held the struggling girl tightly down, his arms leaning on her shoulders. She felt as if she was being torn apart, her body splitting into two halves from the giant object buffeting her crotch. It came so suddenly that she thought her belly had been pushed up into her breasts, and she gasped for air. The more she struggled against the fiery plunging rod, the deeper and deeper it seemed to go.
Bruno leered down at the helpless girl. Her struggles and gasping made him want to laugh as he imagined the expression on Tarrous' dark face, but he kept looking down at Virginia whose beautiful young lips were grimacing from the pain. He knew that she had never had such a cock in her belly before. Her white teeth were bared from her lips pulling back in her effort to breathe in air. Her eyes were held tightly closed, and pleading moaning sounds intermittently escaped from her choked throat.
He looked down at the pink throbbing valley his fleshy rod was buried in to the hilt, and he could see his black pubic hair wetly mingling with the soft blond fuzziness of hers. The tight lips of the cunt he had licked to moist readiness a few minutes before were stretched around the dark thickness at the base of his cock, and looked as though they might split wide from the invading pressure at any moment. He was ecstatically happy when he realized how the humiliating position he held her body in under him must look to his audience.
Good Bruno, good, Rosie excitedly thought while trying to maintain an outward appearance of calm for the benefit of the man seated next to her on the sofa. She looked at Tarrous just as he was wetly licking his lips. The little bastard wants her, Rosie thought, as she turned back to watch the lewd performance taking place before them on the bed.
Virginia flexed the muscle in her cunt tightly against the hard column in an attempt to hold back the invading rod, but her jerking efforts seemed to make it grow more and more. The pain was tearing her vainly resisting insides apart as the incited monster relentlessly spread the grasping walls farther and farther apart. Her womb felt as though it had been smashed by a steel hammer as her passion-tensed body jerked from the blow. Somehow she could feel every detail of the hard form inside her widely stretched vaginal passage as the nerves in her tortured young cunt transmitted obscene responses to her foggy brain. Everything that was in her was alive with motion, and became a part of her.
Her entire body was its servant, and she was at its mercy. In spite of the pain, she could feel the salacious sensations of the huge sperm-filled testicles dangling against her widespread anus, and she could feel the pulsating hardness buried deep inside her belly. It seemed to belong there, and she jerked spasmodically to get rid of the pain, her cunt contracting itself over and over again around the rigid, throbbing flesh buried between her open thighs.
Bruno stayed motionless above the helpless girl, watching her response to his deeply sunk member. Her resistance was slowly letting down as he felt the rippling sensations of her contracting cunt run the length of his thick jerking cock. Her face was relaxing from the contorted lines which had marked it in her initial cry of pain. Her breathing was becoming more regular, and he flexed his cock gently to see her gasp slightly as her body was adjusting to his huge fleshy instrument. Like a crazed female animal she will want more soon, he thought. Again he expanded her womb by flexing his deeply buried member, while pushing down slightly with his body.
"Aagghh, Oh!" She moaned, her eyes clenching tightly shut and her mouth dropping open again from the slight pain.
Bruno leered down at her, smiling triumphantly at getting the reaction he had anticipated and wanted. He waited a moment, then pushed down again, feeling her young tight cunt jerk tighter around his cock in response.
"Oooohhhh!" Virginia sucked in air as the tight walls of her cunt expanded from the probing, lust-swollen penis.
Again Bruno waited for a moment, then flexing his hardened member repeatedly, he began a slow pressure against her upturned loins so that she could feel the continuing throbbing of his cock. She lurched slightly from the pressure, then her cry turned to eager mewling sounds as her lips opened and closed in abject surrender.
"Oh! Yes, yes!"
Urgent answering throbs began gently around the head of his buried cock, and rippled up the moist walls of her cunt, while her heavy breathing vocalized the rhythm.
Rosie and Tarrous stared in awed but excited silence at the obscene picture of Bruno and Virginia locked nakedly together as they watched the passion building in the heavily breathing blonde girl. Bruno could hardly contain himself as he stared down at the changing expression on Virginia's face. Her head began rolling from side to side as the rhythmic throbbing in her inflamed vaginal passage continued its persistent teasing. He fought back the pressure swirling in his balls as she began working her wet moist cunt desperately up around the base of his hairy crotch.
Virginia could feel the tiny sensations of the jerking flesh rippling deep in her quivering belly. The pain that had been there was gradually consumed by the growing pleasure that spread throughout her entire body like the expanding ripples caused by a stone thrown into still waters. The tiny sensation that began in her womb grew as it ran through her belly, up her thighs, through her legs and up her trembling body into the twin mounds to the tips of her desire-throbbing nipples. The previously anguished face smoothed out in a relaxed welcome to the building pleasure.
She slowly moved her smooth, curvaceous hips up and down on the pulsating fleshy member, feeling the heat filling her belly with every nerve in the smooth, working walls of her cunt. It seemed as though the hard column belonged imbedded that way so deep in her womb, that it was an extension of the pleasure mechanisms that were a part of her body. It felt good, it was what she had always wanted inside of all of her.
Bruno looked down between their flesh-fused bodies, smiling at the picture of his rock-hard penis planted in the pink flesh of her hungrily screwing vagina. He could feel the voraciously contracting muscles in her wet cunt pulling at the flesh of his rigid cock and the gland head pulsated deep in her womb in response. Without moving, he watched the fleshy ridge of her vagina fold out as she wetly slid down his hard column a long distance. She was not retreating now; she was feeling the shaft buried in her. Slowly her dilated cunt began working and nibbling its way back up the thick column, inching its way along until the spread lips flattened up against his pubic hair, taking the whole length of the thick rod back into her tingling cunt. She stayed up on his hard cock for a long moment, and Bruno just held still as she grabbed hold of his buttocks.
Again, Virginia rode down the hard moist cock, this time until only the smooth, rubbery head was remaining in her hungry cunt, then she strained and wriggled against it as with her internal muscles she half sucked the hot flesh deeply into her warm white belly. Her mouth opened, emitting a low moan as her own sparse young blond pubic hair tangled against his own matted pubic hair. Little rivulets of sweat formed at her temples and ran down to mingle with her silky blond hair. Her expression had changed to a half-wild smile, her white teeth bared as she began to work in hungry abandon at the sensation-giving instrument buried in her flaming crotch.
Bruno fought back the temptation to let loose the white-hot cum expanding his balls as they dangled against the exposed puckered anus of the sex-crazed girl beneath him. He let her own fury go almost insane on his thick hard cock. Her hungry gyrations became faster and faster in her frenzy to absorb the hot fleshy rod in her burning, wildly sucking womb.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Virginia chanted with each increased tempo of her sawing wet cunt as it slid up and down the rigid staff.
"Look at her, Tarrous! Is that hot bitch not worth the price?" Rosie shouted suddenly above the frantic chants of Virginia.
"She is hot, innocent and beautiful, but the price is too high," Tarrous replied, trying to keep his true excitement from showing. "After all, she will have to be trained. I am not interested in her at your price," Tarrous excitedly replied back. He was attempting to negotiate with Rosie, but was having a hard time concentrating on anything except Virginia.
Rosie knew that she had the advantage over Tarrous, and she suddenly reached for the lump in his pants, taking hold of his hardened cock through the fabric.
"It feels like you are very interested!" she said smiling at Tarrous, and as she turned back to watch the crazily aroused Virginia, Rosie kept her handhold on Tarrous' thick cock.
Virginia was becoming animalistic in her frenzy, as she bucked wildly against Bruno's swollen member, her clasping cunt sliding desperately up and down his hot flesh. Her white teeth flashed as she licked her pink tongue across her parted lips. He could feel her straining as her liquid cunt sent rippling spasms along the length of his hard column. Suddenly she slammed her hips up hard against his pelvis, burying his thick cock completely in her grinding hot cunt, and her white belly began jerking uncontrollably. Bruno could feel the juices of her throbbing vagina begin to flow as she bucked hard against him again and again.
"I'm going to cum! Oh God! I'm going to cum! Ugghh! Ugghh! Aaaggghhhhh!"
Violently screeching out her frenzy, she bounced and jerked uncontrollably on the hard hot cock. Wet white cum gushed out of her pumping vagina, soaking his pubic hairs. Again and again she lurched up as the hot cum oozed out around his hard member and ran down the crevice of her widespread buttocks covering his balls pressed hard against her puckered anus. The whole area of their joined crotches was soaked with the hot, freely flowing liquid.
In the excitement of Virginia's mad climax, Rosie tore at Tarrous' crotch, freeing his stiff cock from the confines of his pants, and began stroking it to Virginia's frenzied rhythm. Tarrous could not resist the tremendous excitement building in his balls.
As the rippling vibrations died down in Virginia's throbbing passage, Bruno couldn't stand it anymore. He had to give it to her, to fill her heaving belly with his own hot cum. Holding her body tightly to his, he rolled over on the bed, putting Virginia on top of him. Her body was limp from the exhaustion of her wild climax. Reaching down, Bruno took hold of the small round cheeks of her buttocks in each hand and spread them wide apart, exposing her tiny brown puckered anus to the cool air. He held the full weight of her sweat soaked body tightly against himself. He could feel her full ripe breasts mashed against his chest throb as she breathed heavily for air. Her hot breath on his neck excited him all the more, and he slid his long shiny column out of her wet steaming passage until just the tip remained imbedded there. Now he was free to continue the show, he thought, now that he had everything prepared. Anxiously, he rammed the full length of his hungry cock into the smooth depths of her clasping cunt.
Tarrous was sweating heavily as Rosie continued to stroke his lengthening cock. The excitement of the innocent young American bride's animalistic climax made his balls ache from the pressure there. Rosie's handling of his long member made it all the more exciting, and when Bruno had pulled Virginia on top, exposing her small, round firm buttocks, it was more than Tarrous could bear.
"Do you still think she is not worth the price?" Rosie asked, seeing the desire in his straining eyes. "After all, if you buy her, you can do with her as you please," she stated, knowing that she had succeeded in making Tarrous want Virginia.
"Yes, yes, all right, your price is fair. I will buy her at your price!" Tarrous moaned, unable to contain his desire any longer. He pushed away Rosie's hold on his hard throbbing cock as he jumped up, and running toward the bed, he almost tripped in his excitement to get his pants off.
"Don't be too anxious, or there won't be anything left of her!" Rosie laughed at him, but she was pleased at having gotten her price.
Bruno was driving his thick cock, making long, hard strokes into Virginia's wet, battered cunt. She was groaning at the incessant pounding deep into her hot belly. The sensation in her womb had taken over her whole being, and she was open to be filled with anything. Bruno pushed his stiff rod up hard, making her smooth white buttocks lift higher into the air above them.
Tarrous threw off his remaining clothes while standing at the foot of the bed. Virginia's upturned buttocks with the tiny puckered anal hole nestled teasingly between them was what he wanted to have.
"Bruno! Spread your legs so I can get at her ass," the small dark man shouted down at Bruno. Without hesitation he crawled up onto the bed, and knelt down between the wide- stretched thighs of the humping pair. Tarrous could clearly see Bruno's thick cock sliding in and out of Virginia's tight pink pussy. The pungent odor of her recently exploded climatic juices reached his nostrils as he leaned close to her gyrating buttocks. He could see the soft pink pussy-flesh close around the rim of her wet cunt, and it folded out as Bruno's hardened cock withdrew, then folded in again as the cock slammed deeply back up into her jerking belly.
Tarrous watched the rhythm of Bruno's fucking for a short moment, then he slowly began poking at the elastic flesh surrounding Virginia's tiny cum-slickened anus. Timing his thrust precisely as her buttocks jerked upward, Tarrous jammed his middle finger into her tight, working asshole up to the first knuckle.
"AAaaaahhggg!" Virginia gasped piteously as she automatically clasped her ass together, trapping his hand between the hardened cheeks. But the continuing sawing of Bruno's cock in her clasping cunt made Virginia quickly relax. The slight pain in her rectum masochistically added to the pleasures emitting from her womb.
Tarrous hurriedly worked his finger in the smooth rubbery passage to its maximum depth, preparing the tight little asshole for the greater entry to come. He could feel Bruno's driving cock through the thin wall separating her expanded cunt from her rectum, and as he probed and expanded her with his middle finger, he could hear Virginia's low, throaty groans becoming louder as her passion slowly rebuilt from her first orgasm.
She is loving it, he thought, as he stroked his long veined cock into readiness with his other hand.
Rosie watched the trio on the bed, her gaze transfixed by the bizarre preparation for the dual rape of the helpless Virginia. She automatically drew her legs up, putting her feet firmly on the sofa, and lifted her buttocks up as she reached under her dress and pushed the filmy whiteness of her panties crotchband aside. Then with both hands, she began working slowly at her exposed cuntal lips. The sight of Bruno's thick cock ramming in and out of the beautiful innocent blonde on top of him, and the short dark Tarrous kneeling down between their spread legs with his long cock pointed at Virginia's anus made Rosie's own cunt grow damp in excitement and anticipation. She drove one finger hard into her moistened slit as she reached for her anus with her other hand.
Tarrous spread Virginia's white cum-moistened buttocks with his thumbs after withdrawing his finger from her soft, rubbery rectum with a slight hissing sound. Then leaning forward he placed the large pulsating head of his hardened cock against the tiny throbbing hole, and pressed slightly forward with his hips, directing his rock-hard member straight into the tightly clenched orifice of her ass. The tight ring of flesh resisted for a moment against his increasing pressure, then suddenly it gave way, and the smooth purple head slipped in with a tiny popping noise, stretching the tiny anus over the tip of his huge cock, like a futilely resisting rubber band.
"Ooooohhhh," Virginia groaned, from the sudden pain shooting deeply through her. Her body lurched forward in a vain attempt to escape the punishing impalement, but Bruno held her tightly and thrust his thick cock forward into her burning womb at the same instant. Virginia's mind was flooded with a confusion of pleasure and pain, emanating from both widely stretched orifices between her legs.
Tarrous, wasting no time, shoved forward hard again, and his long cock sank deeper into the tight, futilely resisting passage. Virginia cried out with the sudden pain, her legs flayed out helplessly on either side of him, struggling to escape the cruel impalement. But with each jerk and twitch of her buttocks, trying to throw him off, her position was only worsened. His stone-hard cock skewered into her helplessly resisting anus deeper and deeper with each buck of her confused, but still aroused body.
"Oooohhhh, Oooohhh, God! It hurts, it hurts!" She kept screaming over and over as the pain in her rectum grew with each cruel inch the large, single-minded cock sank deeper into her.
"What a tight little asshole!" Tarrous hissed between tightly clenched teeth, as he shoved his hips hard forward, sinking the last inches of his long throbbing cock into her nearly split anus.
"Ooohhh, Ooohhh!" Virginia screamed, her head flailing wildly as his pelvis crashed with a flat smacking sound against the softness of her white buttocks. She was hopelessly impaled in both orifices and sandwiched like a rag doll between Bruno and Tarrous. Both men held their cocks deep inside her for a moment as her body jerked away its last resistance to the twin giants imbedded in both passages leading to her belly. As the spasmodic jerkings subsided, Tarrous excitedly began to fuck into the depths of her rectum with long, hard strokes, while Bruno beneath began again to drive his thick cock into her hot steaming cunt. It took awhile, but soon they picked up a natural rhythm, buffeting her between them like a foam rubber pillow as she moaned a single low whine of no resistance.
On the sofa, Rosie sat with her long legs spread wide, as both of her hands worked feverishly at her crotch. She had two fingers driving in and out of her hot liquid cunt, while she probed her anus with another. Her excited lust-dimmed eyes watched as the two men drove their moist long cocks in and out of the helpless girl between them. The lewd picture made Rosie wild with passion, and she worked at her own crotch in time to the dual ravishment of the beautiful American girl on the groaning, squeaking mattress before her.
Virginia's moans seemed to echo through the room in protest to the huge dual presence sawing at her helplessly spread loins.
Then Rosie listened and watched in stunned disbelief.
Virginia's cries seemed to be changing in tone, and the tensed position of her body appeared to relax. Her hips began to move backward to meet the thrust of Tarrous' long cock in her anus, and then shift forward to take in the whole of Bruno's plunging cock in her hot clasping cunt. Her entire body came to life with great, impassioned undulations between the two men, and her buttocks moved in tiny sensitive circles of sudden joyous pleasure.
Virginia was beginning to really enjoy this.
"Oooohhh, Oooohhh, Oooohhh," she chanted on and on in time to their pounding wet cocks inside her cunt and asshole. All three of them were caught up in a wild sexual abandonment of sensual pleasures. Virginia's arms and legs were waving out from between Tarrous and Bruno as their three bodies pumped and jerked in continuously increasing rhythm. Bruno put his mouth against Virginia's mouth and drove his tongue into the saliva-filled cavity, her deep throaty moans continuing as she sucked at the hot tongue in her mouth. Her whole body was filled with hot pleasures shooting along her wild nerves from the pounding instruments in her wide-stretched orifices. Both men could feel she was nearing another climax, and their cum-filled cocks throbbed with excitement.
Rosie laughed and yelled as she felt her own hot juices spill out around her driving fingers, her wet cunt contracting again and again as she watched the frenzy of the trio on the bed.
"Aaaaaaggggg, Aaaaaggghhh!" Virginia screamed as her own white-hot cum began spilling into the already drowning pink passage of her cunt, and the two men plunged forward at the same time, imbedding their wildly ejaculating cocks deep into her grasping cunt and asshole.
"Oohhh, yes, yes, YESS!" Virginia screamed blindly as she felt the spasmodic pumping in her cock-filled loins shooting hot juices into her twin passages like shock waves of a gigantic eruption crashing into her belly.
She couldn't let it stop.
Her body jerked crazily between the two men as their cum-filled cocks spurted the hot sticky fluid deep inside her hot belly again and again. Her arms and legs thrashed out from between them as her hot clasping passage poured out her own juices over their throbbing balls, and plastered the pubic hairs of their crotches. Her cunt and asshole kept milking the two imbedded cocks, until finally they jerked out the last of their fluids. Then they all collapsed in a spent and satiated heap of gasping, heavy breathing, of marked contrast to the little moaning laughs still coming from the satiated Rosie.
No one in the room moved for a long time. Then Tarrous pulled his wet shining cock from Virginia's expanded rectum, and stood up. Bruno, covered with sweat, withdrew his thick cock noisily from her cum-filled pussy, and rolled Virginia off of him. He looked over at Rosie and smiled. Then both men began getting dressed as Virginia, sprawled on the bed, fell into a deep sleep, her body involuntarily jerking occasionally from the ordeal through which it had been put.
"You must help me get this young American bitch to my place tonight," Tarrous finally said to Rosie. "I must get started on her 'training' as soon as possible if I am ever going to make up what I must pay for her."
"Now, now, Tarrous, do not treat me like a fool," Rosie answered sharply as she got up off of the sofa. "I know you will make an excellent profit judging from your clientele."
"My clients are demanding. They always want something new. So you see, she is only of value to me for a short period of time," Tarrous replied, but he shrugged, knowing that it was too late for any more bargaining, since he had already agreed to pay Rosie's price.
Rosie went to Bruno and put her arms around him for a moment. She was pleased with his performance, and she wanted him to know.
"Bruno, do you think you can help Tarrous get Virginia to his place tonight?" Rosie asked, for the benefit of Tarrous. She knew that Bruno would do as she asked without question, but she didn't want Tarrous to think his help came easily. There were other things that she needed from Tarrous.
Bruno smiled at Rosie without responding to her question. He knew what Rosie was up to, as she turned to Tarrous.
"There is something that you can do for me," Rosie said, smiling at Tarrous. "This girl has a husband in Frankfurt who will come looking for her soon. With the right information he could cause a lot of serious trouble for you, but I will take care of him only if you are willing to help me."
"I did not buy her husband, too!" Tarrous replied, afraid that Rosie's request would cost him money. The thought did enter his mind that Virginia having a husband would make her 'training' easier.
"You jump to conclusions," Rosie laughed, knowing what Tarrous thought she wanted.
"All I want from you is to arrange to have Virginia write a note to her husband. I am sure you can do this while you are 'training' her. It is a small enough request."
"Yes, I understand," Tarrous answered, greatly relieved that Rosie did not want more money. "I will take care of that and get the note to you immediately. That is, if I can expect your usual assistance in breaking her down, and, if I can get her to my place tonight!"
"Then we are agreed," Rosie stated quickly. Bruno, Tarrous will require your help tonight."
Chapter 7
Early the next morning Rosie went downstairs to her dining room to join Bruno. When she entered the room he was standing with a cup of coffee held out for her. Rosie took the coffee and motioned for Bruno to sit down.
"How did everything go with Tarrous last night?" she asked Bruno, as he was pouring himself some coffee.
"We took her to the usual room that Tarrous uses for the new ones," he replied, frowning at the thought of the place. "Tarrous said he would have the note from her early this afternoon. He is waiting until the drug we gave her last night wears off, then he said he will use another drug so that she is not aware of the note she is to write."
Rosie sat down at the table with Bruno and sipped at her coffee slowly. Bruno knew that Rosie was formulating a plan, and so he remained quiet, waiting for Rosie to speak.
"Does Tarrous want a film?" Rosie finally asked. She was smiling as if she already knew the answer. Bruno looked at Rosie and returned the smile.
"Yes, that is the method he plans to use," he answered, laughing out loud. His admiration for Rosie grew more every day. She was always thinking way ahead of herself.
"Tarrous is not difficult to understand," she said in answer to Bruno's thought. "How soon does he want the film?" She asked, then proceeded to answer her own question. "I suppose he wants it right away."
"He said he would keep her in confinement for a day or two so that means right away, yes."
"Tarrous is a bastard, but he pays well," Rosie blurted out suddenly. She did not like Tarrous, particularly his methods with his girls, but his business was his business, after all. Rosie had already been thinking about the method she would use to get Virginia's husband to Hamburg. She had hoped she could dispose of him without making contact directly, but she had figured correctly that it wouldn't be that simple. Tarrous and his methods always got in the way.
"Bruno, please bring me the note I made last night with the number of the Frankfurt hotel," Rosie said as she reached for the telephone. She waited while Bruno got the number, then dialed the operator to place the call. "You will have to get everything ready today, Bruno. I am going to get him to come tonight," she said as she waited for the call to go though. "Please get me the flight schedule."
Rosie listened as the operator got the hotel on the line, and asked for Mr. Sid Banks. The usual hotel operator response, asking for the room number and the switch to hotel information took place. Finally, the number gotten, Rosie could hear the buzzing sound as they rang the room.
"Hello?" a tired-sounding male voice answered. The hotel operator told him there was a long distance call and asked him to wait. Rosie waited until the operator told her to go ahead.
"Hello, Mr. Sid Banks?" Rosie finally spoke, then without waiting for a response, she went ahead. "You do not know me, my name is Rosie Steiner. I am calling from Hamburg about your wife." She listened and there was silence for a moment.
"Yes, yes? Is something wrong with Virginia?" the voice on the phone blurted out, as if suddenly awake. Rosie laughed to herself as she realized how easy this one was going to be.
"Well, I do not know, Mr. Banks. It is very difficult to explain, my English is not so good," Rosie lied. She decided to really bait him, and she waited for him to say something.
"Ah, I understand you very well," Sid said slowly as if she could understand him better. "Is my wife there with you?" He asked, after she didn't say anything.
"No. I was on an airplane with your frau. She gave me your name," Rosie said. She was not going to say much, she had decided. She waited for him to talk once again.
"Ah, did my wife ask you to telephone me?" Sid asked, trying to speak for the woman caller.
"Yes, she asked me to telephone you for her. She left a message for you in my care," Rosie said cautiously. She was hoping that Tarrous would succeed in getting the note from Virginia as he had said he would. Then she quickly added, "You will come to Hamburg, yes?"
"I have many appointments today," Sid replied after a moment. "But if it is important, I will come there," he continued, awkwardly not knowing for sure what the call was about. He was beginning to think that the call was some kind of a joke which Virginia had arranged to punish him for the other night. He decided to try to press the German woman for more information. "What was your name again, please?"
"Miss Steiner, Rosie Steiner from Hamburg," Rosie said in a soft tone. She realized she would have to give him more information in case he might get frightened and fly down too soon. "I do not wish to involve myself in an argument between yourself and your wife, Mr. Banks. Your wife was nice to me, and so I am doing as she asked and calling you. She has left a note with me that she asked me to deliver to you," Rosie spoke with better English but forced her accent more.
"Oh, I see," Sid replied quickly. "Is my wife still in Hamburg, Miss Steiner?"
Rosie could detect the concern returning to Sid's voice. She knew that she could get him to Hamburg when she wanted him there, now.
"I do not know, Mr. Banks. She did not tell me exactly what her plans were," she said, then quickly she thought she would add a little suspense. "I am quite concerned about her actions, Mr. Banks."
"I will come down on the first flight, Miss Steiner. How can I contact you in Hamburg?"
Sid was speaking in his best business manner.
Rosie glanced hurriedly at the flight schedule on the table. Her mind was busily making quick calculations.
"If you will take the 5 :00 p.m. direct flight this evening, I will have someone meet you at the airport. That will have to be satisfactory, as I too am busy all day," Rosie stated with finality. "You will please be my guest for dinner," she added in a soft voice.
"Well, yes, alright. The 5:00 p.m. flight. That will be fine, Thank you, Miss Steiner. I will see you then." His voice sounded hesitant and unsure, but Rosie was convinced he would be on the flight.
"Good day for now, Mr. Banks," Rosie said as she put down the receiver. She sat for a moment in silence looking at Bruno.
"We will have a guest this evening, Bruno," Rosie said, smiling coyly. "Please be sure everything is well prepared for his entertainment."
* * * * *
Virginia's mind fought its way up out of the depths of sleep, and momentarily hung on the edge of awareness. She was very relaxed, and her thoughts drifted through tides of experienced pleasures. In near dreamlike state, she recalled the sensations she had experienced so many long minutes before. She had never known such desires existed in her body. She had never experienced the complete fulfillment that she had felt.
She could feel the tingling sensation running through her lush body from the tiny nerves down between her legs. The warmth it radiated brought electric life to her flesh, and each nerve ending seemed to send more pleasure in response.
Unconsciously, her hands moved to her firm full breasts, and she gently held one in each hand. Her fingers found the small pink nipples, and she rubbed them between her thumbs and forefingers, feeling their hardness. The sensation of liquid warmth devouring her breasts flashed in her half-asleep mind, and she stirred her body slowly in response.
The memory of the hot fleshy warmth filling her womb made saliva form in her mouth, and she released her hold on one breast. She slowly ran her hand down over the contours of her smooth body toward the faint triangle of her pubic hair. Her hand was warm, and her body felt good from its contact with her soft hand. Her small belly jerked as her hand ran across it. Finally, her fingers combed smoothly through the downy pubic hairs. Her little pink clitoris began throbbing into hardness as her fingers approached.
Suddenly Virginia was awake. She came out of her half-sleeping state in reaction to the soreness that her fingers probed at in her naked loins. Her mind went whirling in search of understanding what she felt.
She lay very still, her eyes still closed, and touched her tender vaginal lips with her fingers. Why was it so sore, she wondered. What had happened? She remembered lying down and falling off to sleep just as she was now. Then Virginia remembered the brush handle in the bath and decided that must have caused the soreness.
How silly, Virginia thought, and she shook her head to clear the insistent fog in her brain. Her eyes felt heavy, as though her lids were stuck together, and she blinked several times as she opened her eyes. A fright-caused chill shivered throughout her body, as her eyes searched wildly to see. She couldn't see!
Scared, Virginia reached for her eyes, to feel if they were open wide, and her fingers touched her frantically blinking eyelids. Her eyes WERE open, but she saw only darkness.
"Ooooh!" Her voice groaned out involuntarily, and it seemed to echo back into her ears. The sound of her own voice made Virginia freeze with fear. Her hand was on her mouth, and she could feel her hard breathing while her heart pounded wildly. She lay still, listening carefully for some sound, but all she could hear was the sound of her own breathing.
Cautiously, Virginia felt around where she lay, her eyes blinking feverishly against the darkness. The bed, she could feel the bed she was laying on, she thought. Swallowing hard, she decided to try to find her way out of the dark place where she lay. As she went to move off of the bed, Virginia again froze. She couldn't move her legs. Her legs were held wide apart, and felt like they were tied in place at her ankles. She lay unmoving, afraid to even reach down to touch her ankles to see what was holding them.
Virginia fought back her growing fear as she lay in the darkness. Desperately she tried to clear her mind so she could think.
What has happened? Have I been in an accident and am now blind? It wasn't possible, she thought. She could clearly remember going to bed after dinner with Rosie. She had fallen asleep, or at least she had dreamed about falling asleep, Virginia corrected herself. She knew that she had never remembered falling asleep before. She had been having nice dreams, she remembered. She should still be in Rosie's house, of that she felt sure.
Suddenly she could see, and she gasped in startled horror. A light had come on directly over her head, and was shining straight into her eyes.
Virginia sat up and frantically looked around. The sudden light made everything at first appear very fuzzy. As her eyes began to focus, Virginia could see that she was on a mattress. At the foot of the mattress was a foam-rubber- lined manacle device which her feet were securely locked in at the ankles. Without hesitating, she quickly looked around the room for some familiar sight. All she could see at first was white. The only furniture in the room was the bed she was lying on, she could see nothing else.
The room was like a box. There were no windows or doors visible, just smooth white walls all around her. The floor and the ceiling were the same plain white. There was nothing else visible in the room except for the mattress and the manacles about her legs. Virginia looked at her own white nude body, and she knew that she had gone crazy.
"HELP! HELP!" Virginia screamed over and over again, and her cries seemed to come back to her with the same intensity.
"Good morning, Virginia," a voice suddenly boomed loudly into the room, drowning out Virginia's cries. She clapped her hand over her mouth as she jumped from the sound of the sudden voice. She looked around frantically for someone, while she unconsciously leaned forward against her bent knees, uselessly trying to hide her naked body.
She could see nobody, only the flat white walls of the boxlike room. Her eyes were wide open with fear, and her whole body was shaking uncontrollably. She could see no one, but she was sure she had heard a voice talk to her.
"Do not be afraid, Virginia," said the mysterious voice booming into the room again. Virginia kept looking around desperately for the source of the voice. She wanted to scream, but her breath was caught in her throat.
"Do not be afraid," the voice came again. "There is no one in the room with you, Virginia."
Virginia desperately tried to control her shaking, but her nerves seemed to be beyond her control. Her mind was a muddled mess of confusion as she tried to think out what was happening to her.
"Where am I... what is this?" she finally was able to stutter out. This time her voice did not echo back at her, and she was able to gain a measure of control of herself.
"Your questions will be answered in time," replied the voice. "Please do not be afraid, no harm will come to you, if you cooperate."
"Who are you?" Virginia shouted, trying to hide the fear in her voice. She didn't expect the owner of the mysterious voice to answer her question.
"You may call me Tarrous. Everything else will be explained to you later. First, you must be hungry, yes? Since you awoke sooner than was expected, your breakfast is not yet ready, but you will have some coffee soon. Cooperate and no harm shall come to you," the voice faded as Virginia listened for more information.
"But, but, why am I here?" Virginia pleaded over and over again to the voice, but there was no answer. The room became silent again except for the echo of Virginia's whimperings. She sat unmoving on the bed while staring at the white walls ahead of her.
Suddenly everything went black again, and Virginia screamed. In the darkness, she fought with the manacles holding her feet in a desperate struggle to free herself. Her feet would not come loose from the device, and she lay back, frustrated just as the light came on again.
Virginia bolted up to cover her exposed body, and she looked around, expecting to see someone. No one was there, but there was something new in the room. Directly along side the mattress within easy reach, was a small table. Virginia stared at the table, wondering how it had gotten into the room. She was so frightened at first that she didn't notice what was on the table, but as she calmed down she realized that there was a cup with a small pot on a tray. A small trail of steam was rising from the opened pot, and Virginia sat looking at it quizzically.
After a minute, she calmed down enough to think clearly. It must be the coffee the voice had mentioned, she thought. Still a little frightened by its sudden appearance, Virginia got up the nerve to reach for the items on the table. Taking hold of the pot, she carefully looked inside it to see what it contained. The smell of coffee rose up to her nostrils. It smelled very good, but she stared at it for a long moment, not sure that she should drink it.
She was thirsty, so Virginia decided to drink the coffee. After all, she thought, she couldn't be any worse off for drinking it. Hurriedly, she poured the coffee into the cup, and drank in the warm liquid. It was strong, and it tasted wonderful.
As she sipped at the refreshing coffee, Virginia felt better. It was the first thing she had seen or felt that was real to her since she had awakened. It seemed to her that she knew that she couldn't have been awake for more than a few minutes. She sat up drinking, wondering why she was locked in the strange room and all the coffee in the pot was finished.
After she returned the empty cup to the table, Virginia stayed sitting up, thinking back on the events of the previous day. She did not notice that the light, from over the mattress she was on, was gradually dimming down. All the white walls around her seemed to merge into one continuous form, and she felt relaxed and much better. Slowly, she laid back, stretching her lush nude body out on the soft mattress. The light over her head did not hurt her eyes anymore, and she stared up at the whiteness above her, Somehow the quiet and solitude made her feel more relaxed, and the thoughts that had been filling her brain didn't matter anymore. She just lay there perfectly still, staring up at the ceiling.
"Virginia," the voice said softly, and Virginia didn't jump from fright at the sudden intrusion.
"Yes?" Virginia answered calmly, without raising herself up on the mattress.
"Why don't you write a note to your husband, Virginia?" The voice continued in a soft, mellow tone.
"Yes, that would be nice," she replied, and she slowly sat up, staring blankly at the wall ahead.
"There is paper and a pen on the table, Virginia. Why don't you pick it up?" asked the voice. She turned to the table, and picked up the items placed there for her. She didn't care that the coffee tray was gone and replaced by the pen and paper. She had forgotten about it, so it didn't matter. She sat with pen in hand, staring ahead at the flat white wall.
"Now then, Virginia, this is what I want you to write," the voice began.
Chapter 8
"Mr. Banks, arriving passenger, Mr. Sid Banks," the voice called over the airport public address. "Please contact the information desk in the main terminal area."
Sid heard the announcement through the din of passengers scurrying to pick up their luggage. As soon as he located his own luggage, Sid followed the multi-lingual signs to the main terminal. As he fought his way through the rush of faceless people, Sid wondered if Virginia had been walking through the same corridors the day before. It seemed like she had been gone far longer than it had actually been. He had accomplished much in the past few hours, and he was anxious to get back to the United States if he couldn't continue his honeymoon.
"What a miserable mess," he mumbled to himself as he looked through the crowds to find the information desk. Finally he spotted it near the main entrance to the busy terminal, and he worked his way across the flow of people going in and out.
"I am Mr. Banks," Sid announced to the pretty blonde girl behind the desk. She looked up at him and smiled a professional smile, then nodded toward a man standing nearby. Before Sid could follow her look, a man with a scar on his cheek was at his side.
"Mr. Banks. I am Bruno. I have come to take you to Miss Steiner," Bruno said quickly, as he reached to take Sid's suitcase. Sid looked at the German man, and let him take the suitcase.
"Thank you, Bruno," he said as he caught a laugh in his throat at the appearance of the man. Sid thought that Bruno was the stereotype Gestapo agent of every World War II film.
"Follow me, please," Bruno ordered, turning toward the doors and marching away.
Yes sir, Sid thought, this is going to be a most interesting evening, and he followed Bruno out the door of the building.
Sid did not talk to Bruno during the drive to the house. He stared out the car window, looking at the city lights of a Hamburg evening. He couldn't help but wonder what Virginia was doing at that moment. What could she have been thinking when she left him in Frankfort and flew to Hamburg? As far as he knew, Virginia had never been to Germany before, and it seemed strange that she would have picked Hamburg as a place to go and think. Sid felt a little bitter and angry that he was being forced for an unknown reason to visit some woman in a strange city, who was a total stranger to him. All of this was on account of some unknown whim of Virginia's.
Sonofabitch, that woman, Miss Steiner sounded like the typical German matron, he thought. But he decided that he may as well make the best of a situation that he didn't want to be involved in. The whole evening could turn out to be like an old movie, he mused, as he looked at the man driving in the front seat. For the moment, anyway, it all seemed quite funny and ridiculous.
Sid was suitably impressed with the location of the house, and he felt the house was in keeping with the character he expected to meet inside.
"We are there," Bruno announced as he pulled up in front of the house. Sid opened the back door of the large car himself, and he got out and stood by while Bruno got his suitcase. Then together they walked to the front door. Bruno opened the door and stepped aside for Sid to enter. Bruno motioned toward the living room on the left.
"Please be seated," he said in his heavily accented English. "I will inform Miss Steiner that you are here," Bruno announced as he left Sid alone in the large room. Sid picked out a comfortable-looking chair and sat down. He felt the house was very tastefully furnished, and it was much brighter than he had expected it would be. He couldn't help but let his imagination form pictures of what he thought Rosie Steiner would look like. He had about decided to be prepared for the worst, when Rosie walked gracefully into the room.
"Mr. Banks, I do hope your trip was comfortable," Rosie said softly as she entered. Sid stood up quickly, and turned to face the slender redhead. He felt himself blush as his eyes met the eyes of the beautiful woman. He was embarrassed at having thought of her as a dumpy old woman. He had difficulty finding his voice as he reacted to take the hand Rosie offered him.
"Thank you, it was most pleasant," Sid finally said. He was still holding Rosie's hand. "I do hope my coming has not put you to any trouble," he added awkwardly. He suddenly wanted very much to say the right thing.
"Not at all," Rosie replied, smiling as she motioned him back to the chair. "Please sit down, you will find that chair to be very comfortable. May I offer you a drink? I believe I have most of the liquors you Americans prefer," she added as she sat down opposite to Sid.
"Yes, thank you. Scotch and soda would be fine," he said, trying to regain his composure. He hadn't expected Rosie to be so young and attractive, and he couldn't keep his eyes from exploring her beautiful form. She was wearing a short black cocktail dress which not only looked expensive, but which heightened the appearance of her long slender legs. The contrast of her white smooth skin against the black dress had a startling effect on Sid, and when she sat down he couldn't resist looking up the dress toward the hidden mystery between her firm white thighs.
"Bruno, please bring Mr. Banks a scotch and soda," Rosie said as Bruno entered the room. "I will have sherry." Bruno nodded and went to get the drinks.
"Please call me Sid," he said to Rosie, after Bruno had left the room.
"And you must call me Rosie," she countered to Sid.
They engaged in small talk, mostly about the speed of flying between cities, and a little about themselves. Sid was hoping that she wouldn't bring up the reason for his coming to Hamburg right away, and he was relieved when she didn't. They kept chatting until Bruno brought them their drinks.
"Cheers," Sid said, holding up his drink in salute to Rosie, and she signaled a salute in return. The drink tasted good, and Sid felt more at ease. They both sipped silently at their drinks for a moment.
"Dinner will be ready in an hour," Rosie said, as she placed her drink on a table. "I hope you are not too hungry right now," she said.
"No, that will be fine," Sid said, and he took a long pull on his drink. He knew that he must get to the subject of Virginia, that Rosie was politely waiting for him to bring the subject up. "I certainly hope my wife has not caused you any inconvenience by asking you to contact me," he finally said. He was surprised at the casual way Rosie responded to his statement.
"Virginia is such a sweet girl, I am glad to do anything that might help her, and you." Rosie talked about her as if she were just a child. She told Sid about meeting Virginia on the plane. She said that they had talked quite a bit about many different things.
"When we arrived in Hamburg, I knew that she was troubled, and so I invited her to stay here with me. But the dear girl refused. I did get her to have dinner with me at a restaurant near the airport," Rosie lied. "That was when she gave me the note and asked that I deliver it to you."
Sid flushed as he listened, wondering how much Virginia had told Rosie. He knew that Virginia had been upset, and he guessed that she had told Rosie quite a lot. But then, Rosie wasn't acting as though she knew anything at all about their relationship, at least not at the moment.
Rosie reached over and picked up an envelope lying on a table. "I am sorry," she said with innocent surprise. "I had left this here for you to see," she added with an embarrassed smile. She held the envelope out to Sid.
Sid took the envelope and saw that his name was written on it in Virginia's handwriting. It was like the note in his pocket that Virginia had left for him at the hotel. Sid didn't want to open it right away, and Rosie went on talking.
"Virginia told me about your wedding, that you had just gotten married," she went on in a matter-of-fact manner which was intended to show the disinterest of an objective observer. "I am sorry, Sid, hut I got the impression that Virginia felt she had made a mistake in getting married."
Sid was stunned by what Rosie had said, and he wasn't sure that he had heard her correctly. Without waiting any longer, and forgetting about his embarrassment, Sid tore open the note to read it. He read through it quickly, unable to fully grasp the contents of it. He sat there, dumbfounded, reading through it again and again, picking out the surprising words. They kept flashing in his mind like blows from a hammer.
"It was a mistake," she had written. "I do not love you, and I know that I never did." The note went on and on, cutting into him with each new sentence. His mind reeled from the shock he felt as he stared at the note.
"Do not try to find me. I don't ever want to see you again," was the way the note ended.
Rosie sat quietly, waiting and watching Sid as he read the letter from Virginia. For a moment she felt a little sorry for Sid, as she knew that Tarrous had dictated a hard-hitting letter for Virginia to write. But, she knew also that this was the best way to permanently remove Sid, and her sympathy quickly faded. She had to start working on Sid, to set him up for later.
Sid sat silently for a long time, his eyes falling back on the letter. Then he looked up at Rosie and attempted to smile.
"I guess your impression was right," he stammered, weakly attempting to hide his surprise and shock.
Rosie just looked at him, a sympathetic, understanding expression on her face. She had to win him over.
Suddenly, in a rage he could not control, Sid tore the note up into tiny pieces.
"Damn! Damn!" he spit the words out through his teeth over and over. Finally he crumpled the little shreds into a tight ball of paper, and he squeezed it tighter and tighter.
Then his temper calmed down, and he looked away from Rosie, feeling ashamed at having lost control of himself.
"I'm sorry," he said quietly. "It was a real surprise to me." He looked over at Rosie and saw that she understood what he was going through. She was smiling gently, and her eyes sparkled from the tears which had formed in them. She stood and picked up his glass, taking it to the tray of liquor that Bruno had brought in with their drinks. She poured him a straight shot of scotch and took the drink to him, touching his hand lightly as she placed the glass down.
Sid was confused and overwhelmed by Rosie's gentleness. Here he was a complete stranger to her, and yet, she was noticeably sympathetic and moved by his predicament. What a wonderful woman, he thought. Sid took the drink and gulped it down, the heat of the liquor searing his throat, until the glass was empty. He felt a little better now.
"If you would feel better by talking about it, please do," Rosie said softly and with obvious concern.
"Yes, thank you. I feel much better," Sid replied as he fingered the empty glass in his hand. "Do you mind?" he asked, motioning toward the liquor tray with his glass.
"Please go ahead," Rosie replied, then she jumped up quickly and took the glass from his hand before he could stand. "Let me do it," she said softly, looking straight into Sid's eyes.
"You are very kind," Sid said as his eyes followed the shapely figure across the room. Rosie poured him another stiff shot, and handed him the full glass. He didn't take his eyes off of her, until she had sat down. Then he stared into the glass in his hand.
"We had a kind of fight in Frankfurt, but I must admit that I didn't expect Virginia to be so seriously upset over it." Sid had suddenly felt that he could confide in Rosie. She was so sympathetic, even though she was a stranger, and he had nowhere else to turn now. He took a sip of his drink and went on. "I can't imagine what came over Virginia; I just didn't expect this."
"I am so sorry, Sid. She said very little to me. I could only guess," Rosie lied. She knew that she would lose Sid if he thought she had any knowledge of his attack on Virginia at Frankfurt. She wasn't about to damage his ego any more than it had already been hurt. She was going to be very cautious, and slowly get his mind away from Virginia.
"She said she never wanted to see me again," he confided to Rosie. "I can't imagine where she could have gone. She has never been to Germany before." Sid was searching for an answer, for some reason other than that night in Frankfurt for Virginia to write such a vicious and uncaring note.
"It wasn't like her," Sid said, motioning to the remains of the wadded-up note.
"After dinner at the restaurant, she left and that was the last time I saw her. She did ask me several questions about Iran during dinner. It seems she has relatives there. She mentioned something about her relatives working for an American company in the oil fields. I have a business in Iran, and there are many Americans working there in many different businesses. Perhaps she has gone there?"
Sid shrugged as he realized that he knew very little about Virginia's family, and he decided that he didn't care, either. It wasn't really important anymore. Virginia had said in her note that the marriage had been a mistake, and perhaps it had been for her. One thing she made absolutely clear was that she did not want to see him again, ever. Sid drank down the rest of the drink, and he decided that he should not trouble Rosie with his problems anymore. He thought that he should leave, and was about to say so when Bruno walked into the room.
"Dinner is ready," Bruno announced, in his best English.
Sid remembered the dinner invitation, and thought he had better be polite and stay. But he made up his mind that he would not talk about Virginia anymore.
"Come," Rosie said softly. "There is a wonderful dinner waiting for you."
As Sid stood up, he felt a little dizzy from all of the drinks he had on an empty stomach, but food sounded good to him. They walked together to the dining room while Bruno followed with a fresh drink for Sid.
During the typically German dinner, which Sid ate with great delight, the talk centered mostly around Sid. He told Rosie about his chain of coffee shops in America, and about the one he was building in Frankfurt. He told her he had selected the site, and had contracted the firm to build it that day. He said he was ready to return to Los Angeles until the restaurant would be prepared for opening. The closest that the talk came to mention of Virginia was when Sid said that he would return to America immediately as his other reason for the trip to Germany was no longer there.
Sid drank a large amount of wine with dinner, and Bruno saw to it that his glass stayed filled.
When they had finished eating the light meal, Rosie stood up from the table.
"We can have our brandy and coffee in the sitting room," she said coyly. "We will be more comfortable in there," she added in a near-whisper. Sid followed her as she led him to the sitting room in the new wing of the house. He was feeling good, and he was particularly glad to be in the company of the slender redhead. He thought she looked beautiful as she led him in to sit on a wide, plush couch. The lighting in the room struck Sid as being most effective, and he thought it almost looked theatrical. He sat down on the wide couch, as Rosie poured brandy into two large snifters. Bruno brought in coffee, and then closed the door as he left the room. Rosie handed the large brandy snifter to Sid, then, taking her own, held it up, nearly touching her faint red lips.
"To you," she whispered softly, and she drank in the brandy. Rosie stepped out of her shoes, and knelt down on the couch beside Sid, letting her black dress ride up her white firm thighs nearly to her crotch.
Sid felt his heartbeats quicken as he watched Rosie kneel down beside him. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her lush body. For an instant he thought he caught a glimpse of her private parts framed by the smooth white thighs. She wasn't wearing any panties, he was sure of that. He felt a pressure stirring at his own crotch, and he looked directly into the deep pools of Rosie's dark eyes.
"To my beautiful hostess," he said boldly, as he drank down a large gulp of brandy. He half expected a disapproving look from Rosie at his comment, but when he took his glass down, he saw a seductive smile from her slightly parted lips. She was leaning toward him, and she paused with her face a few inches from his.
"Thank you," Rosie whispered, then she moved forward and, brushing her lips on his, kissed him tenderly on the mouth. Sid felt a passion swell up inside him, and he put his arms around Rosie, holding her firmly to his mouth. She did not resist. Instead, she opened her mouth willingly to his. He thrust his tongue deep in her mouth as she sucked gently on it, nibbling with tiny sharp nips of her teeth that sent chills running the length of his spine. They were half-sitting, half-lying on the wide couch, her long, supple body held tightly to his. Rosie moved her thigh up against his crotch as he drove his tongue deep into the wetness of her mouth, bringing his cock to a painful hardness. He could feel the dampness from the seminal fluid seeping from the glandular tip as it smeared against his leg inside his pants. He was certain Rosie could feel the wetness through the material, too. Her thigh kept rubbing against his swelling cock until he thought it would explode. It was jerking as though it would cum at the slightest additional pressure, and his balls throbbed from the pressure. He slowly moved his hand down the smooth surface of her dress until he found the warm flesh of her parted thighs. He couldn't resist running his fingers up between their warmth to the hidden mystery beneath her dress. As his fingers ran up and along the smooth skin of her inner thigh, she parted her legs more and he could feel the added pressure against his hard cock. Finally his finger found silky pubic hair, and he ran them along the dampening crotch. God, her pussy feels good, he thought, as he realized that he had been right in thinking she was not wearing panties. Deep moans came from her throat as he fondled her damp smooth cunt. She pulled her mouth away from his and put her cheek against his.
"Do you want to fuck me, darling?" she whispered softly into his ear. Sid felt a momentary feeling of guilt as he realized what he was doing to the woman who had troubled to pass on the letter from his wife, but the drinks had taken their effect, his passion was far beyond control.
"Yes, yes, I want to," he answered, the lewdness of her words in his ear exciting him even more.
"Tell me again, darling," she breathed deeper.
"I want to fuck you. I want to take your clothes off and fuck you."
"Yes, darling, yes. Take your clothes off quick," she moaned as she squirmed away from him, pulling at his clothes.
He rose from the couch and began desperately taking his clothes from his body. When he dropped his pants and shorts, a tinge of self-consciousness came over him as he stood over her still lying on the couch, with his large cock standing out in front of him in naked erection. She was lying curled up on her side, and he reached for her and rolled her over on her belly, her red hair spilling around her head. He took hold of the zipper that ran down the back of the dress, and slowly opened it. When he discovered that she wasn't wearing a bra, he became even more excited, and his large cock jerked in anticipation. He rolled her back over, and lifted the top of the black dress up off her outstretched arms. Her full ripe breasts stood firmly pointing up, and the tiny pink nipples throbbed with each breath she took. He had to see her whole body naked. Quickly he slid the dress down her long smooth legs, throwing it aside as he looked at her nude outstretched body.
"Do you like me, darling?" she groaned as she seductively twisted her body to the side.
"You are beautiful." He ran his eyes over her from the tips of her toes to her silky long red hair. In the light falling on the couch, she looked like a dream.
Sid knelt down on the couch at her feet, and putting his hands between her knees, he spread her long firm legs apart. The dark lush triangle of hair between her white thighs shined invitingly in the light, and he could see the narrow slit of her smooth pussy. His large cock throbbed even larger as he thought of driving it into her damp cunt. But he controlled his immediate urge and instead, leaned forward, putting his wet lips against her soft inner thigh. Then slowly he ran his tongue teasingly along her white flesh toward her pulsing hair-lined slit.
"Ooohhh," Rosie moaned as the warm tongue sent shivers up her spine. She had a particular reason for fucking with Sid, but she knew now that she was going to enjoy it.
Sid held his tongue within an inch of her steaming pussy and licked all around the glistening pubic hairs to excite her even more.
"Ooohhh, yes darling, yes," she whimpered, and greedily she took his head in both hands, pulling his face into her throbbing cunt. His hot breath on her damp hole drove her crazy, and she locked her legs tightly around his head. His tongue continued its teasing probes as he ran it along her moist slit. Then again and again he flicked it at her clitoris, making it grow hard. Running his tongue through the soft flesh around her cut, he pulled her hardening bud into his hot mouth. Sucking the clit in deeply, he nipped at it with his sharp teeth. Her whole body jerked as he bit down on the hard nerve.
"Aaaahhh!" She screamed loudly as the sensations slammed through her body like a hot wave.
(Bruno pressed his eye hard against the reflex viewfinder of the running camera. This was going to be quite a film, he thought, as he slowly zoomed the lens in closer, He wanted to be sure that he got good shots of Rosie and Sid, so that later on there would be no doubt as to who was in the picture. From the small room where the camera was hidden, Bruno could freely film the entire area of the couch they lay on. Bruno grinned as he imagined how Sid would act if he knew that he was being filmed. He knew that Rosie would handle Sid so that the film would be just right.
As he held a close-up on Rosie's face, Bruno felt a tinge of jealousy creep over him. He studied her expression carefully, and he realized that Rosie was enjoying it. But then, he knew too well that Rosie always enjoyed being fucked, and his jealousy passed. After all, Bruno thought, he could have the great pleasure of knowing that the film he was shooting would soon be shown to Sid's wife. Bruno turned his attention back to the job of making the film. Tiny heads of perspiration broke out on his forehead as always happened when Bruno watched someone else fucking Rosie)
Sid pressed his face tightly against Rosie's luxurious pussy, and he searched the moist slit till his tongue found the damp opening of hei' cunt. He drove his tongue up into the clasping hole, straining it out to its fullest length. The smell and taste of her juices excited him to the point where he thought his balls would burst. The tip of his erect cock kept brushing against the plush material of the couch, and the blood-swollen tip jerked larger and larger. He wanted to put it in her, to shove it up deep inside her warm wet cunt. He squeezed the twin round globes of her buttocks in his hands, and quickly flicked his tongue several times in her moist passage.
"Ooooohhhh, Ooooohhhh!" She moaned and screwed her pussy down on the teasing tongue. She couldn't stand the waiting anymore, and she released her grip on his head. Sid slid up the length of her body, his large cock resting between her outstretched thighs. He moved one hand down under the smoothness of her buttocks and cupped them. Her body was warm and soft against him as he expected it to be. She raised her face to his, locking her mouth tightly to him as her hand searched down between them for the hardness of his large penis. When she found his cock, she fondled the gland tip with her cool fingers, making Sid gasp. He drove his tongue deep into her mouth, feeling the warmth of her wet tongue. Her scent was maddening, a perfume he didn't recognize, but it reminded him of everything he wanted in a woman.
Rosie held Sid tightly against her body and ran her hand over every secret hollow of his body, an exploration that sent sharp sensations of pleasure through him. His cock was resting hard against her thighs, the throbbing tip pressed into the narrow hair-lined slit of her cunt. Rosie worked her hands up under her buttocks, arching off of the couch so she could spread the lips of her vagina apart to give his penis greater contact with the sensitive flesh of her throbbing slit. Then she eased herself down while trapping the head of his hard member tightly between her thighs.
Sid pushed his upper body away until his face was several inches from her. His hairy chest was still pressed against the hard pink- tipped nipples of her firm round breasts. He moved his chest from side to side, brushing lightly against her full twin mounds of creamy flesh. Rosie's dark eyes rolled back slightly as she wetly ran her pink tongue around her full, passion-pouting lips.
"You feel so nice," she whispered, wriggling her body beneath his warm flesh. She ran her hands up and over his buttocks to his back and pulled him down, tightly burying her face against his neck. She ran her tongue along the taut cords of his neck muscles, taking little nips at his flesh here and there. He could feel his blood-filled cock jerk against her moist slit, and he pushed his hands under her firm round buttocks, pulling slowly, sliding the gland tip of his cock along the hair-lined slit, feeling it grow wetter and wetter with each move of his hips. She responded by rotating her ass in rhythm with his cock until suddenly she snaked her legs out around his, opening her crotch wide to him.
"Fuck me now, darling, fuck me now," she pleaded as she licked her warm wet tongue in his ear.
Sid pulled back his hips a short distance, and instantly she forced her hands between them and took hold of his throbbing cock, pressing it against her vagina. Sid groaned above her as he felt her move the thick purple tip up and down between her legs, parting the moist lips of her smooth vagina. Her pubic hairs brushed tauntingly against the head of his cock, which grew harder from the sensation until he thought it would explode.
He couldn't hold back any longer, and he pressed his hips forward, pushing the huge head of his aching cock into the tight damp opening of her cunt. The warm elastic-like sheath resisted for a moment, and then suddenly popped over the swelling tip, covering it tightly in its wet warmth.
"Oooohhhh," she moaned as she arched her ass up slightly to take in the large rock-hard column. He pushed harder, parting the moist warm walls of her searing passage as his large cock sank in a little further. His cock ached as it forced its way down the tight passage, picking up wet lubricating juices as he worked it in the opening of her deep passage. The head of his cock was jerking with excitement, but he held back, driving it all the way to its fullest depth.
Rosie groaned with lust as the huge head flexed, stretching and expanding her hot passage. She had to have it all in her or she thought she would scream. She had forgotten now about the film Bruno was shooting, and she didn't care about anything but being fucked. Desperately, she took Sid's buttocks in both hands, pulling down while she tried to screw her cunt up onto his large member. Sid could feel her urgency as she tried to pull him deep into her belly, and letting go, he rammed hard down through the hungry passage. His huge slick cock slammed down the grasping pussy like a bullet through a rifle barrel, and her wet, pulsating passage surrounded him, lubricating the way.
Suddenly, he hit bottom, his balls smacking loudly against her tiny puckered anus.
Rosie screamed a low, animal-like scream, as the hot fleshy rod tore into her fiery womb. She twisted momentarily to escape the sudden and unexpected pain of the huge pounding cock buried deep within her. She hadn't expected him to go so deep. He pushed harder against her, mashing her pubic hair against his pelvis. She was skewered good, and he lay for a moment to allow the pain of the sudden entry to subside. She was in his control, and he knew it. He flicked the head of his cock deep inside her, and she groaned from between her clenched white teeth.
(Bruno was sweating profusely as he watched Rosie grimace from the sudden impalement. She was being fucked good and he didn't like it. But he tried to laugh it off, thinking back on how he had really fucked the shit out of Sid's wife. Bruno grinned as he realized that he had turned Virginia into a screaming animal, even if she was drugged, she had sure wanted him. His cock began to throb as he thought about the way Virginia was fucked, and he hoped that Rosie would still be excited when Sid got through, so he could get into Rosie himself. Excited by the thought, Bruno zoomed the camera in on a close-up of their wetly joined sexual genitals.)
Sid ground his pelvis into the squirming soft flesh beneath him as she strained up, adjusting to his huge presence. Then very slowly, she backed down the long column, her pussy sliding with a wet sucking noise until just the tip of his cock was in her. She held that way briefly then inched her hips up, taking his large member all the way to the hilt. The tight moist walls working up his cock seemed to suck at every nerve on his penis, and he could feel his hot sticky cum pressing within his balls. The head of his large penis throbbed with wild sensations as it slid up deep into her white rippling belly. He wanted to fill every opening in Rosie's luscious body. She moaned continuously beneath his pounding body, opening and closing her legs around his hips as she worked up and down on his large fucking column. Her mouth was open wide, and her head was rolling from side to side, pressing her long red hair against the couch.
Sid looked down between their pumping bodies as he slowly withdrew his large cock. Soft smooth ridges of her pink flesh pulled out with it as she screwed her ass down into the couch. Then, pushing his hips forward, the flesh folded back in as his slick moist column slithered back down, the whole of it being swallowed. He watched the abandoned screwing on his cock for a long moment as the column went in and out of her hungry pussy. Rosie was breathing in short gasps as she wiggled beneath his body.
Suddenly Sid felt a sharp pain as she dug her nails into his back and she mumbled something incoherent. Her pelvis began grinding at a faster pace, her clasping cunt hungrily sucking up and down his rigid member. She pressed her feet down on the couch beside his hips, her knees bent up high. She was in frenzy of lust and wild abandon. Sid felt she was about to cum, and he began ramming his growing cock into her with long, hard strokes. She gripped him tightly between her thighs, opening and closing them around him in time to his long, hard thrusts into her. She sighed continuously from deep within her throat beneath him as though she had lost all her control. He pushed and pulled mercilessly with his lust-swollen member with all his strength.
"Ooohh, fuck my pussy hard, fuck it!" She cried as her hands ran wildly over his back, pulling his chest against her wildly heaving breasts. Her legs flew out wide as she arched up, sliding her clasping cunt up the full length of his ever hardening cock. She held it there buried deep inside as her belly jerked uncontrollably and spasmodically in great waves, and her whole cunt contracted again and again on his hard cock. Her eyes rolled as she let out a long, low scream.
"Aaaahhhh, Aaaahhhh!" She moaned as she thrashed wildly about under Sid. He could feel the hot juices in her womb splash around the swollen tip of his deeply buried member and hotly race over and around it, squirting up between great heaving ripples along his fleshy rod, until it splashed out against his pubic hair. Her whole body was jerking and heaving wildly around him.
It drove Sid crazy!
Without hesitation, Sid pulled her thighs up, doubling her up until the whole of her wet stretched pink vaginal slit was open to him to batter and use as he willed.
(Sweat flowed freely from Bruno's forehead as he watched Rosie in the ecstasy of her climax, and Sid was beginning to fuck the life out of her. His mouth hung open in disbelief.)
Sid's balls grew tight from the pressure within them as they slammed against her full, wide-stretched buttocks. Rosie was still spilling out white-hot cum that oozed down the crevice of her tightly clenched ass cheeks. His balls drew sticky threads of the white cum away from her working anus, as he pulled his huge throbbing cock back until just the tip remained embedded there. Then out of his mind with lust, he rammed forward, driving the full length of his incited cock into her soaking exposed vagina. His belly smacked hard into her upturned pelvis. Falling on top of the gasping woman beneath him, he mashed his mouth on hers, and thrust his wet dripping tongue deep into her groaning throat. Rosie helplessly moaned as he locked her legs up tight and began ramming into her battered vagina.
Her body came up to meet his downward thrust as the springs in the couch rolled from the incessant pounding. Her passage was wet and sticky from her climax as his cock drove into her with long, hard strokes. Rosie could feel the enlarged head sliding up and down inside her warm passage like a battering ram and the slap of his hair-covered balls against her puckered ass as he pressed forward on the downstroke. She reached up, tearing frantically at his back with her long nails. Her cunt was quivering from the huge cock working crazily in her womb. She sucked eagerly at the tongue shoved deep in her throat, swallowing greedily the saliva that dripped from it. Gradually, her body again picked up the rhythm of the hot flesh in it.
Sid couldn't keep it in any longer as he felt the hot cum burning near the tip of his jerking cock. Reaching back under her he pulled the twin cheeks of her buttocks wide apart and slammed down hard against her hot crotch.
Rosie could feel the huge gland grow larger as it drove deep into her belly and began spurting hot liquid way up in her womb. Her stomach began jerking in response to the hot splashing load as it careened around the walls of her dilated vagina.
It was too much!
Her cunt clamped down on the liquid spewing instrument, and again erupted, spilling her own white-hot cum into the wet flooding passage.
"Aaagghh! Uugghhh!" She screamed against the thrashing tongue still buried deep in her mouth, and her belly heaved and jerked as the hot cum kept shooting into her like it would never stop. The mixture of their cum foamed from the contracting lips around the base of his cock and ran freely down the crevice of her ass onto the couch. Her body kept lurching against his, until finally the last drop of cum spurted from the incessant pounding cock, and Sid collapsed heavily against her. Her belly continued jerking spasmodically for several seconds, and then she, too, was still.
They laid entangled together for a long moment while they both fought to catch their breath.
Rosie finally came to her senses, and mustering all of her control, she pushed up against Sid.
"Please," she said coldly, as she attempted to free herself from under his limp body. Sid suddenly felt very embarrassed, and he stood up, grabbing for his scattered clothing.
"I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me," he said apologetically, though he wasn't sure why.
Rosie quietly glared at him as she put her dress back on. She knew that she had to get rid of him now, and she had to make sure he wouldn't come back.
"I think you had better leave now." She tried to sound as hurt as she possibly could. She waited while Sid put on his jacket. "Bruno will drive you to a hotel," she added as Sid brushed at his clothes. Sid looked at her quizzically.
"I don't know what to say."
"Then don't say anything," she said, cruelly shrugging her shoulders, and she walked to the door. Sid followed her to the entry hall where Bruno was waiting by the front door with Sid's suitcase.
"Good-bye," Rosie said indifferently as she turned and walked away.
Sid went with Bruno to the car and got in. During the drive to the hotel he thought back over the evening and was reminded of his reason for meeting Rosie. The impact of Virginia's letter suddenly hit him again, and he felt miserable. He couldn't understand why Virginia had hurt him so cruelly. It was a side of her he would never have expected.
Sid made up his mind that he was going to catch the first flight back to America that was leaving in the morning. Virginia had gone out of his life forever, and he knew he could never face Rosie again.
Chapter 9
Virginia moaned and squirmed in her sleep fitfully. Sweat dripped off of her body and freely ran down onto the mattress. She was having a nightmare, and in it she could see Bruno standing over her, the scar on his face glowing red. He had a terrible cruel grin on his face, and his thick cock was fully erect, pointing straight toward her mouth. He was moving toward her, the purple swollen head of his cock dripping with white, viscous liquid, and she could not move or get away. It plunged into her mouth, filling her saliva-filled cavity until she gasped, and the pungent taste of the white-hot fluid ran down her throat. She wanted to scream, but she couldn't. All she could hear was a thundering cruel laugh from Bruno, his hard face high above her as his thick swollen cock sank deeper and deeper into her mouth. Then suddenly she was bent nearly double, her widespread vagina pink and wet, and Bruno was hovering over her, his huge cock growing larger and larger as it pressed against her naked vaginal lips.
She was holding it in her hand!
She was trying to get it into her wet cunt, and was spreading the lips of her vagina with her fingers so it could go in unimpeded. Then, as Bruno lewdly grinned above her, the huge fleshy rod began sinking into her as if in slow motion. The long column seemed to endlessly plunge down, painfully stretching her tight resisting passage, until it crashed with a thud deep in her hot womb. Bruno was laughing loudly over her as she shamefully screwed her pelvis up tightly to his.
Virginia moaned, trying to shut off the terrible dream, but the nightmare didn't stop. Bruno was sawing his large cock in and out of her gushing cunt, and he was under her. There was another man standing behind her who was short and dark haired, and he was holding his long slick cock in his hand. He was speaking, and his voice sounded like the voice called Tarrous which was always talking to her. He was pushing his long cock against her anus, and the pain was unbearable. Suddenly it was buried deeply in her rectum, and was driving in and out of her in time with Bruno's thick member working in her cunt. Her belly was being slammed and hammered by the two pistons pounding simultaneously in her crotch. They were jerking and spitting white-hot spikes deep inside her flaming passage, battering her wide- split crotch until she thought her belly would burst.
She was enjoying it!
That was the horror of it, she was enjoying it! A white flash filled her brain, and Virginia fought to awaken, suddenly opening her eyes and staring into the bright light above. She shook her head frantically, trying to clear the sleep from her brain. The mattress all around her was soaked with her perspiration, and she tried uselessly to roll away.
She sat up quickly as she realized where she was, a sick feeling sweeping through her as she recognized that being awake was just as bad as her dream had been. She put her hands to her face, and started sobbing into them uncontrollably. Why, she wondered, why hadn't Sid come to save her from this horrible place? When would she be free of it, when would she get away?
Virginia stopped sobbing as she thought about Sid coming to rescue her. He would take her away and save her from the awful things she was being subjected to. She had lost track of time, but she knew that it seemed like she had been there much longer than it actually had been. She didn't know what time it was, or even whether it was day or night, but the light from above her was like a clock. When it went off she slept. When it came on, she was awake. She guessed she had been in the room around two or three days, and she coldly shuddered as she thought how degrading her experiences had been.
Virginia remembered how she had first talked to the voice she had come to know as Tarrous. She could remember being confused and scared, then there was a time in which her mind went completely blank. But her first waking in the white room had receded way back in her mind to the distant past. So many things had happened to her since then.
Virginia hadn't seen a live person since she had been in the boxlike room. The only person she had talked with was the voice she knew as Tarrous. She was not even sure that Tarrous was a human being. He was only a voice that boomed into the room while she was awake. Her food and other needs always appeared while the room was in total darkness. Virginia felt that she was being watched, and humiliated, she didn't know how, but she no longer tried to hide her naked body. There just wasn't any point to it any more.
The voice had been talking to her almost continuously while she was not sleeping, and it was telling her awful and horrible things. Then there were the pictures. She could remember how frightened she was the first time the pictures started. The whole wall in front of her had suddenly become alive with lewd pictures of naked men, all of them with erections of varying sizes. She had been repulsed at the sight, and tried hard to look away. Sometimes the wall on her left and right would have pictures on them, and even the ceiling, too. One time she had been lying on her back, looking up at a film of the tip of a huge penis spewing out cum directly at her. In spite of it, she could remember being excited by the wild picture. Then the picture started showing men and women in all kinds of positions of sexual intercourse. Virginia thought she had seen every kind of sex act imaginable, the pictures seldom stopped except when the whole room was dark, and she was supposed to be going to sleep.
Even at that moment, the wall in front of her was alive, showing a man with a giant penis fucking a bent-over girl in the rectum. Virginia involuntarily flexed her soft buttocks muscles tight as she couldn't keep her eyes from the lewd picture. But the pictures weren't all sexual.
The voice had told her over and over that she was his property, and that she belonged to him. He said that she would have to perform any sexual act which she was commanded to do, and that she must do it well. She had seen pictures of a room which, the voice had told her, she would have, and Virginia liked it. Anything was better than the room she was in now. The room in the pictures was all gold and yellow, and had nice furnishings to go with a large round bed. It even had a bathroom with it. Virginia liked it when those pictures were on, they would come on intermittently, and she would wish she were in the room in the pictures instead of where she was. Almost always, those pictures would be followed by the ones with people having intercourse of some sort.
Sometimes there would be different pictures after the ones of the yellow room. Virginia felt a chill as she thought about what the voice had told her would happen if she didn't cooperate, and perform well. He had said she wouldn't like it, and she had been filled with terror when the horrible pictures flashed all around her. She tried to shut out her memory of the vile pictures which had the whole room turning a blood red.
Virginia knew that her only hope was for Sid to find her. She was sure that by now he must be looking all over Hamburg for her, and he would go to the authorities for assistance. She knew Tarrous would start talking to her again soon, and she didn't think she could resist his demands much longer. Sid had to come, it was her last and only hope.
She began to sob again as she thought about Sid and how he might act when he found her. She had guessed that Rosie had been responsible for her being in the maddening white room, and when she had asked the voice about it, he had laughed, telling her how Bruno had ravished her lust-incited body. She didn't want to believe it, but somehow she knew it was true. She had dreamed about it over and over and she felt very ashamed of her own lusting actions in the dream. She was confused about the short, dark man that sounded like the voice of Tarrous. That part of the dream was her excuse for not totally believing that it all had been true.
Virginia sat on the mattress, staring blankly at the lewd pictures going on around her, and rubbing her smooth legs which were still locked in the manacle device clamped around her slim ankles.
"Good morning, Virginia," the voice boomed suddenly into the room, piercing the still, calm air.
"Good morning, Tarrous," she answered immediately. She had learned that if she didn't respond to his voice the vile pictures would come right away. She tried to get herself mentally ready for another one of his lectures.
"There was no breakfast waiting for you, Virginia, because I didn't think you could keep food down when you see what I'm going to show you."
Virginia felt her skin crawl with chills as she listened to the threatening words. She didn't think she could stand any more, and she began crying again like a baby.
"No, please, please don't" she sobbed to the unseen voice. All of the pictures on the walls suddenly stopped and the room became plain white again. Virginia shut her eyes tightly, expecting something to start, but somehow she knew that the sounds would go through to her anyway. Nothing happened though, Virginia cautiously opened her eyes.
"Did you have pleasant dreams?" the voice asked after a moment. Virginia was frightened and she was ready to say anything to keep Tarrous from carrying out his ominous threat of a moment past.
"No. I dreamed that Bruno was fucking me," she replied, using the crude language which she knew would please Tarrous. "It is always the same," she added, to keep the conversation going.
"Was that all, Virginia? Just Bruno fucking you?" The voice sounded like it wanted to know more details, and Virginia was willing to give any information if only it would keep the pictures from coming.
"No," she answered slowly. "There is always a man who has a voice like yours."
"What is he doing in your dreams?" Tarrous pressed her. Virginia swallowed hard, knowing somehow that she would have to tell the humiliating truth.
"He is fucking me in the ass." She spit the words out as quickly as possible.
Suddenly the whole room seemed to explode with loud, lewd laughter. Virginia was confused by the sudden outburst, and she sat still in frozen wonderment.
"Why do you laugh?" she finally screamed out at the laughing voice.
"It was me!" Tarrous gasped through his rolling, loud laughter. "It was me fucking you in the ass!" He shouted the answer and broke into laughter again.
Virginia cringed as the words slammed into her. She knew it was true, and her shame and anger suddenly gave her courage to strike out at the dirty laughing man.
"When my husband finds me, he will kill you!" she screamed out at the walls with all the strength left in her body. She had never mentioned Sid before, afraid that it would somehow endanger his chances of ever rescuing her.
The laughter stopped abruptly, and there was total silence. Her courage quickly faded as the gnawing fear again crept over her, and she quickly prepared herself for the expected onslaught of horrible pictures. But they didn't come.
"So, you finally decided to mention Sid," the voice said casually after a long hesitation.
"You knew about my husband?" Virginia blurted out, then at the same time, she remembered with a sick feeling sweeping over her, how she had discussed Sid with Rosie. That was how Tarrous knew about him, she decided, and her heart sank as she realized that Sid was certainly in danger.
"Do I know about your husband?" Tarrous repeated her question and again he started to laugh obscenely. Virginia started shaking violently as she feared that something had happened to Sid. He was her only hope of getting out of the terrible place, and they might have done something to Sid. Virginia was frantic and she started screaming out questions at Tarrous.
"What have you done? Have you hurt him? What have you done to my husband?" she yelled over and over until the raucous laughter stopped.
"What have I done to Sid?" he mimicked her, then again started giggling insanely. "Why should I do anything to Sid." he asked Virginia quizzically. "After all, Sid was the one who sold you to me." he replied viciously, screaming out each word to emphasize his statement. "Sid and Rosie were partners in the deal," he yelled, and again he started to laugh loudly.
Virginia was stunned by the statement Tarrous made. It was a lie, she knew it had to be a lie! Sid doesn't even know Rosie-It couldn't be true!
"You are lying!" Virginia screamed, "If you expect me to believe that, you are really crazy!" Her heart was pounding wildly as she screamed back at the now-fading laughter.
Suddenly the room went very black, and the walls in front of Virginia flickered into life. Virginia was so completely stunned that she just stared at the picture which came on, instead of closing her eyes against it. Her heart leaped into her constricted throat as she saw and recognized the large picture of Rosie's face filling the entire white wall. She could see that Rosie was entranced with something, as her eyes were glazed and rolling and her mouth was slightly ajar. Rosie's nostrils were flaring widely from her heavy, deep breathing. Virginia watched, transfixed, as the picture started moving down across Rosie's naked body. It moved over Rosie's lush full breasts, that were quivering as she breathed, and on down over her smooth white flat belly until it finally reached the place where her loins should be. But, instead, Virginia could see the back of someone's head held tightly between Rosie's clasping thighs. Someone had his face buried in Rosie's vaginal split. Then Rosie's legs spread open wide, and Virginia could see that a man was licking furiously at Rosie's pink open cunt.
Then the man raised his eager head up, and Virginia gasped as though she had been hit by a fist, knocking the breath out of her with shock.
It was Sid! Her own husband, Sid!
Virginia's mouth dropped open fast, and her eyes bulged out of her head. There was no doubt about it- Sid's face was filling the wall before her eyes, his tongue was licking quickly at the cuntal juices covering his open ups, and his eyes unmistakably flared with enormous passion.
At that exact moment, the entire room came to life, and all around Virginia were many moving pictures of her husband Sid with Rosie in various stages of mad, passionate and uninhibited intercourse. It was too overwhelming for her, and Virginia felt as though she had been hit by a sledgehammer.
There was Sid, his body locked tightly to Rosie, as his large cock ceaselessly sawed in and out of her wet, hot cunt. On the other side, Rosie was in the peak of a frenzied climax, as Sid allowed her to buck wildly up on his huge, hard member as it bore downward. Above, Virginia could see that they were both in a passionate frenzy, Rosie nearly bent double with Sid slamming hard all the way up into her stretched steaming cuntal slit as their white-hot foaming cum gushed out, running down the quivering crevice of her white, widespread buttocks. His cock pinned Rosie down as she milked its fluids wildly.
The fury that had been trapped for a moment deep in Virginia's young belly was violently set loose, and what had previously remained of her spirit snapped as a searing scream roared up out of her throat and horribly pierced the air.
"Aaaaaaggggghhhh! No, no, noooooo!" She screeched. "Turn it off, please turn it off, and I'll do anything! Anything! Please! Tarrous!"
The room went black.
Virginia fell back heavily on the mattress, her body completely limp and seemingly lifeless. She was now totally defeated, and knew it well. All of her former resistance had left her. Lying in the total blackness of the room, she obediently fell asleep.
Chapter 10
Virginia slept soundly without being disturbed by any dreams. Only at one point did she feel anything, but it was like she was floating on air as she slept. It was a refreshing sleep, and as she slowly awakened afterwards, she stretched herself out, making a half-yawning, cooing sound. Her body felt simply wonderful as she freely moved her arms and legs across the surface of the smooth satin sheets. Her head rolled back and forth in the soft, downy pillow, the long silky strands of her blonde hair tickling at her cheeks lightly as she moved from side to side. It was heavenly.
Her eyelids fluttered open, and she looked at the gold-tinted mirror above her. She knew exactly where she was, as she had seen many pictures of the place shown in the other room before. She was as familiar with this room as she would be if she had lived in it all of her life. It was to be her new home, and she felt happy as though she belonged there.
Virginia looked up at her nude reflection in the gold-colored mirror that covered the whole ceiling. Her white, outstretched body contrasted beautifully with the deep blue sheet on the large circular bed. Her long blond hair seemed to glow around her beautiful face. Virginia liked what she saw, and she was proud of her young voluptuous body. She spread her legs out widely and carefully studied the golden soft triangle tucked between her smooth white thighs. She wanted to be as critical in her self-analysis as it was humanly possible to be, to be certain that she looked truly desirable. She raised her hands slowly along her shapely body, deftly bringing them up under her breasts, and cupping them into twin rounded peaks of firm white flesh, as she had seen many times in the movies. She tweaked the pink nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, and teased them into tiny hard buds while watching her reflection above her. Then she combed her long fingers through her waves of burnished golden hair, carefully spreading it on the pillow beneath her head. Then she appraised her handiwork.
"Yes," Virginia said out loud to her own lovely reflection. "You are desirable, and the men that come to visit you will like you very much."
Virginia sat up on the circular bed, a pleased and sure expression on her face. All around her was the beautiful room, just as it had appeared in the pictures shown to her. The soft yellow gold color was everywhere visible, and the warmth it gave off made Virginia happy. She jumped up off the bed, and she danced around the room, touching everything to make sure it was very real. She loved the feeling of the deep pile carpeting against her bare white feet, and she fondly stroked it between her grasping toes. It felt wonderful; it was all wonderful, and it was all hers.
After a time of carefully inspecting every nook and cranny which she ventured upon during her tour of her new room, she went to the door that led out of the room. Beyond it was a short hallway, at the other end of which was another door which had no knob of any kind. It was smooth, without a mark on it whatsoever. There was a little button to the left of the door, but that was all. Virginia didn't care about the other door. She wasn't even interested or concerned in what was on the other side of it. Instead, she was looking at the rolling steam table which was placed in the middle of the hallway, and she went to it and pulled it into her room. After closing the door to the hallway, she examined all of the items on the table. It all looked good, so she quickly rolled the table to the side of her bed and, sitting down, she hungrily devoured the whole breakfast.
After having finished a second cup of coffee, Virginia rolled the table back into the hallway, then went to the bathroom to shower.
The warm spray splashing over her relaxed body felt good, and Virginia was humming a tune. She carefully cleansed the area between her thighs and buttocks with lots of soap, and she felt proud when she touched the narrow slit, knowing how tight and inviting her vagina must appear. She traced the line of her cunt lips their full length with her middle finger, and then she tweaked her pink clitoris to feel its delicious shock. Her whole body felt sensitive and responsive.
Combing out her long blond hair in front of the mirror, she mentally ran through all of the positions and techniques of sex play which she had learned from the pictures. There were hundreds of different things that ran through her mind, but she felt confident that when needed, she could instantly recall any or all of them. It was important to her that she be good, but she wanted to be inventive and versatile as well.
Virginia looked herself over in the mirror and decided that she looked provocative and sensual enough. She hurried into the bedroom and picked up a bottle of French perfume. She dabbed a little of the sweet-scented liquid on the insides of her thighs and at the valley formed by her creamy, milk white breasts. Then, going to the circular bed, she brushed and straightened the sheet and pillow to make the bed look inviting.
"There, all ready," she said to herself softly, and she knew that her preparedness would soon be tested. She stretched out on the large bed in an appealing position, and she waited for the test to commence.
Virginia was ready none too soon, since within a minute, the door opened and a tall, heavyset man walked into the room. He had black hair and black eyes, and he stood without speaking, looking down upon Virginia. She slowly rolled herself over completely, so that he could see all of her body, twisting herself seductively as she did so. She could see a gleam of desire flicker in his eyes, and he started immediately to undress.
"Wait," Virginia said softly, lifting up her head. She slowly climbed off the bed and walked toward him. "I will do it for you." Her voice was smooth and tantalizing, yet it had a tinge of command in it. He stopped what he was doing and held his arms out as a thin smile appeared on his face.
She was pleased by his response to her offer, and she went to him and slowly ran the flat palms of her hands over his broad chest. She could feel the hard muscles tense and ripple as her fingers slowly worked open the buttons of his shirt. He was a full head taller than Virginia, and when she pulled off his shirt, she bent down only slightly to brush her soft lips across his hard belly. She kept planting kisses and making little nips on sensitive areas, while she unzipped his fly, letting his pants fall to the floor.
He wasn't wearing any shorts, and when Virginia looked at his naked male genitals, something way back in her mind made her freeze for a split second. A vague memory of a boxlike place with frightening pictures, and the desire and reason to escape flashed briefly in her head. But it went away and was replaced by a search for the picture which would bring the utmost pleasure to the man in front of her. Somehow she knew that it was extremely important for her to please him completely.
She turned her face slightly to smile up at him, then bent to kiss the small scar which was tattooed just above his gigantic, growing penis. Then she stooped down and slipped off his shoes and socks, and, that done, she pulled him eagerly toward the round bed.
She placed a pillow under his head as he stretched out fully on the blue satin sheets, his huge throbbing cock pointing straight up at the mirrored ceiling. She knelt down on all fours beside him, and began to very methodically kiss every secret hollow of his body. Moistening her lips with her thin pink tongue, she placed her mouth wetly on his hair-covered chest. With her tongue filling the gap between her parted lips, she tauntingly licked and nipped at his hard muscular flesh. The curly hair on his chest tickled her mouth as she ran it smoothly around his nipples. Her long shiny hair spilled down around her head, brushing across his skin as she moved her tongue across the full length of his body. She could feel him respond to her damp caresses, as his breathing grew heavier. He has lots more in store for him, she thought to herself, and she could tell he was watching the naked reflection of her making love to him in the mirror above.
Virginia slowly worked her way down his large body, and she carefully avoided his penis as she ran her tongue over his hips. She wanted to work up to it, to tease him to a fine point of readiness before devouring his huge erect cock. She licked warmly at the inner soles of his feet, sending tiny prickling sensations up the length of his legs. Then, very deliberately, she ran her tongue all the way up the inside of his legs, brushing across the short dark hairs with her lips, until she reached to within a few inches of his loins. She licked feverishly at his inner thighs as she reached her hand up and took hold of the loose, fuzzy sacs of his balls, holding them gently. She took his hard, swollen penis in her other hand and gently pulled down on the flesh near the surging blood-filled tip.
Then, hearing his deep-throated groan, she pressed her face down between his open thighs and flicked her tongue out at his slowly throbbing testicles, and he groaned once again in quick response. Lightly biting at the hairy flesh of the twin sacs first, she then opened her full, lipstick-rimmed mouth as wide as she could, and sucked, pulling both of his balls into the warmth of the wet cavity of her mouth. They felt both hot and cool against her tongue, and she soaked them with her warm saliva. She could feel his white-hot cum stirring through the throbbing balls as she gently pressed them with her tongue. The twin sacs contracted and hardened quickly as her velvety mouth enclosed them. Her warm breath stirred the curly pubic hairs covering his inner groin. She tightened her grip on his giant throbbing column as she sensed his reaction to her warm wet mouth.
Virginia felt a rippling sensation run through her body as the pink buds of her full breasts brushed tantalizingly against the cool satiny smoothness of the deep blue sheet, but with her training back in the other room, she realized that her own passion-filled body would have to wait for satisfaction and fulfillment.
Feeling the monstrous cock jerk in her grip, Virginia gently let the warm, delicate testicles drop from her wet mouth. She moved her pink flicking tongue to the underside of his giant cock, and flicked it wetly out at the hairy base of the rock hard column. Then moving faster, she ran her tongue up and down the pulsing underside of the fleshy column, letting warm saliva run out along her tongue as she went. She continued moistening his giant member by running her wet probing tongue around the blood- swollen tip of his erection.
Virginia felt a burning fire ignite deep in her womb as she imagined the thick swollen monster spewing hot, sticky cum deep inside her belly. She wanted it in her, she wanted it slamming up and fucking in her hungry hot pussy like she had never wanted it before.
Caressing his balls in one hand and gripping the base of his huge cock with the other, Virginia flicked her tongue wetly onto the tiny opening at the tip of the purple gland. It was already moist from the tiny drops of seminal fluid seeping through from his great, growing excitement. The sharp, pungent taste and odor caused her hungry mouth to salivate more and her nostrils to flare slightly in reaction.
She held her face a few inches above the enormous column, a little frightened by its size. Her eyes turned to trace the giant form from the large purple throbbing head, down the hard, veined staff, to where the thick fleshy base emerged from the dark triangle of black pubic hair. She couldn't recall ever having seen such a huge cock before, and she stared at the tiny, strange tattooed star at the base of his hairy belly, hypnotized and transfixed for a moment.
"Suck it!" he commanded suddenly. It was the first words that she had heard from him, and it startled the girl momentarily.
She looked up at his dark eyes and she could see a cruel grin spread across his face. Quickly, she got back to business. She opened her mouth and, holding it directly above the long thick cock, she exhaled hot air over the purple tip. Her long blond hair spilled down around her face, some of it lightly brushing the giant column as she moved down over it. Her moist and full lips parted smoothly over the giant tip as she took it slowly into her mouth. The giant throbbing gland jerked larger as she gently bit about the base of the blood-swollen head. The giant tip alone seemed to fill the cavity of her mouth as saliva gushed hotly out, wetting and lubricating the growing member. Her tongue was pressed down by the base of the huge erect gland.
Letting out a loud groan, he suddenly reached down, tangling his hands in her long hair, and thrust up with his hips with the strength of a passion-maddened bull. Virginia felt the huge hard flesh suddenly run down the full length of her tongue and nearly embed the veined spongy gland tip deep down in her throat.
It was all she could manage to do to keep from choking, and she could still see nearly half of the giant column as it protruded stiffly from her ovally stretched mouth. Almost involuntarily, she quickly tightened her lip pressure around the thickened column and sucked in with all her strength. Slowly, he began to withdraw his giant member, and Virginia bit down on the column with her teeth, leaving a narrow white set of lines running up and along the emerging flesh, from the blood being forced away from the surface of his skin. She sucked hard against the withdrawal like a vacuum, swishing her tongue furiously around the giant head.
She knew that he was at the point of uncontrollable passion, and she was ready and willing to do his bidding. He began to rhythmically saw his giant member in and out of her sucking mouth. The thought of his fucking into her mouth like that made her belly jerk spasmodically. She wanted to release her grip on his cock and hot balls so that she would be able to jam her long fingers in her damp fiery cunt, to try to put out the fire smoldering in her wet passage, but she held on, wanting even more to please him. She knew now that he would soon be spurting his hot load of white cum deep into her throat and waiting belly.
He was thrusting his huge cock mercilessly into her mouth, forcing her lips wider and wider apart as he held her head tightly between his hands, driving with greater force deeper and deeper into her throat. She could feel the pressure building more intense and insistent in his hard balls, and she pumped at the base of his cock in time with his thrusts into her mouth. It was making her wild with passion and she was beginning to think she could take the entire hardened column of flesh in her ready mouth. She kept sucking and pulling and biting at the plunging rod in a complete frenzy. Her whole body was shaking up and down on the bed, her full white breasts dancing and quivering below her heaving chest as though they were nervously waiting to join in the wanton act.
His sawing in and out of her widely stretched lips became more and more furious, and she could feel his whole body straining into her, his muscles growing tighter and tighter as he neared the point of climax. She could feel the underside of the driving cock begin to throb crazily against her tongue as it slid in and out of her wide open cavity. She sucked on it with all her might, exciting it even larger.
Suddenly he gasped loudly. Hearing the low, guttural sound she could feel the hot sticky sperm begin its crazy dash from the tight jerk of his balls and wind its way quickly and madly up the long hard shaft, finally reaching the swelling gland tip, which exploded with a great rocking spasm deep into her throat. He pulled her head down violently, jamming his crazily squirting column deep down her throat to her tonsils. Her head bobbed wildly on the spewing giant as she tightened and untightened her throat, swallowing in great desperate gulps the hot, sticky fluid shooting from it. He kept cumming and cumming, her cheeks expanding and hollowing as the warm gulping cavern of her mouth filled and emptied over and over. Her hand squeezed his hairy balls, milking them for every drop of hot burning semen within them, while she pumped furiously at the thick base of his long column to help it on its way.
She didn't want it to stop, ever, and she kept sucking and swallowing even after it had squirted out the last of his hot sperm. The fire in her womb burned brighter and hotter, and she wanted more-she wanted more of everything.
Her lips were still pulling at the large cock as it deflated in her mouth, and she kept moaning a hungry sound around it, until finally he pulled it from her sperm-filled mouth. A thin string of white sticky semen clung to her red lips as she held the cock close to her still-open mouth.
Her hands were holding his spent cock and balls, and he sat up and moved her arms away so that he could get up from the bed. She watched him silently for a long moment as he started putting his clothes back on.
"Please," she panted heavily, "don't leave yet! Fuck me more, any way you want to. Please fuck me again!" She pleaded, as her belly burned with unquenched desires.
He stated simply, "Be more patient, there are plenty of high-paying customers waiting." He pulled his pants on and as he left, he laughingly said; "Don't worry, you'll get all the action you can take," and turned to go out the door. And she did stop worrying, as she got it more and more.
From that time on, there was a steady stream of customers with varying needs and different demands, and she did her best to satisfy all of them. She was happy when some returned to see her, no matter what they asked of her, because to Virginia, when they came back it meant that they liked her, and for that reason alone, she liked them, too.
She never left the yellow room to go outside and she never wanted to leave. The only person outside of her customers whom she saw was a guard who delivered her meals to the hallway. She went on this way for months, the guard one day telling her that she had been there longer than anyone before.
Then her customers stopped returning and one day an ugly little man came to her room and told her that she would have to go with him. He told her that he had bought her, and that he was going to take her to a place called the Reeperbahn. Virginia was frightened, and she didn't want to leave the yellow room, where she was happy. But he told her that the nearest to outside she would get was a window, and he promised her she could meet new customers at the window.
She didn't want to leave, but she knew she had to go. Her new owner let her keep five percent of everything she earned, to pay for her personal needs, and Virginia painted her new room yellow.
Chapter 11
Sid Banks walked casually along the wide Hamburg boulevard, going nowhere in particular. He looked at the sights around him in fascinated confusion as any American tourist might look at a foreign city. It was a warm afternoon, and Sid winced from the bright glare of the sun on the sidewalk.
Several months had passed since he had last seen Hamburg, on that fateful day of his life. He was irresistibly drawn back by the gnawing persistent memories of his runaway wife.
He had stopped over in Hamburg on his way to Frankfurt for the opening of his new coffee shop which had recently been completed. He had believed somehow that by visiting Hamburg again, he would finally erase the guilt feelings which had plagued him for so many months. He had not been able to get Virginia out of his mind, and he wanted to face the fact that she was gone forever.
Sid stopped at a cross-street which had a long, funny name. He glanced to his left and right, trying to decide which way to go. The signal was green, so he continued straight ahead. On either side of the narrow street, he could see many nightclubs, and was surprised by the fact that they were open and apparently busy at that time of day. A drunken seaman staggered out of one of the bars, and lurched up the hill ahead of him. Sid chuckled at the sight of the drunk man staggering up the narrow street in broad daylight.
Sid decided to follow the wobbly-legged sailor as he seemed to know where he was going, in spite of his drunken state. The streets ahead were lost in shadow from the tall old buildings sandwiched tightly together. Glancing back over his shoulder, Sid could see the port and river area below, shrouded in a smoky haze. Turning back to keep track of his drunken guide, he realized that the sailor had disappeared. Continuing faster up the hill he reached a cross-street which was blocked to his right.
A tall green board fence cut off any view down the narrow street. In white bold letters, both in German and in English, was a warning.
Sid stood back and read the words slowly. The warning said: "NO ADMITTANCE TO CHILDREN UNDER 18 YEARS OF AGE." Sid suddenly remembered having heard about a place in Hamburg known as the Reeperbahn. Somewhere he had seen pictures of prostitutes sitting in windows seductively advertising their wares. He was tempted to walk through the narrow opening in the high wall to see the dark street for himself. As he glanced around the corner of the barrier, Sid saw the drunk sailor halfway down the alley near a window.
Yielding to his temptation, Sid walked down the narrow alley, looking up at the windows. Many of the windows were unoccupied, but from several of them different women looked out, smiling down tauntingly at him. Sid nervously quickened the pace of his stride to get out at the other end of the alley. But the high wall at that end had no opening.
Reluctantly, Sid started walking back up the alley on the side where the sailor was still talking to someone in a street-level window. As he passed quickly by, he couldn't resist looking at the whore the drunk sailor was negotiating with. For an instant, Sid's heart skipped a beat as he thought he saw something vaguely familiar in the hardened prostitute. But as he hurried down the street, he knew the idea was ridiculous. After all, he reasoned, he had seen similarities to Virginia in many women since he had last been in Hamburg.
As he re-entered the main street, he scolded himself for allowing his imagination to go too far. Virginia was gone, and he had to face the fact that he would never see her again. Particularly, he had to stop insulting her sweet young innocence by ever finding her face again in that of a hardened Hamburg whore...
