Devon consulted the guide book again, but couldn't find anything that described the giant dilapidated building across the street. Oh well, she thought. Just because it's old, doesn't mean it's important. She looked around her, then frowned in irritation, her brow furrowing above her steel-rimmed aviator glasses.

She turned her head from side to side, sighing in exasperation and shaking her head. Why she had been partnered with Amber Collins was beyond her understanding. Well, no, actually she understood it perfectly. Mr. Simms was hoping she'd keep the little idiot out of trouble, or at least, keep her from getting lost.

She walked back along the street, glancing into the store windows she passed. Amber was about as far from her idea of good company as she could imagine. The girl cared nothing for culture or history, spending all her time ogling boys and men and waving her barely covered behind in their faces.

She spotted her just then, the long brown hair almost covering her face from this angle, as she leaned over a low fence and talked with a man seated at an outdoor cafe. Her bright orange mini-skirt pulled up as she bent over, giving the passing men and motorists a glimpse of her small black panties.

Devon pursed her lips in disgust and marched across the street to her. She could hear Amber's high pitched giggle long before she came near. Amber was trying to talk with the man, who apparently didn't speak english. She was trying to make up for that by talking louder and slower.

"Amber!" she snapped.

Amber turned around, her wide, bright blue eyes blinking uncertainly. Then a wide smile came over her face.

"Devon! I'm so glad you're hear. Can you tell me what he's saying?"

"Ignore her. She's an imbecile." Devon said to the man, pulling Amber away by the arm.

"But Devooooon!" Amber whined.

"We're supposed to be at the hotel by noon."

"Oh, poooh." she whined, her pretty, round frowning, her lower lip coming out in a pout.

Devon led her along, ignoring the appreciative stares of the men they passed.

Amber liked to display herself, and she had a lot to display. Her long legs and the tiny mini attracted the attention of everyone behind her. Her large, round breasts, only slightly clad in the thin silk tank top bounced as she moved.

Devon thought she could actually see men's eyes bobbing up and down as they followed their movements. The girl's big nipples pressed firmly through the fabric and her smooth belly and little button peaked out from beneath the short shirt.

Amber was a walking wet dream, and knew it. Devon could hardly begrudge the girl the body she possessed, nor blame her for the drooling imbeciles who fawned over her. She did wish the brunette would display a little less pride of ownership though.

The girl was almost a cliche, a big breasted nympho with few, if any brains. Devon was just glad she wasn't a blonde, like Devon was. It was hard enough being taken seriously as a woman, especially a blonde woman, without having someone like Amber around to confirm men's idiotic fantasies. Devon might not posess that body, but she wouldn't trade with Amber if it meant lowering her IQ a hundred points to Amber's level.

She herself was dressed with considerably more decency and modesty, wearing a pair of loose black pants, a white shirt and a green vest. They made a very odd couple walking down the street. Devon's straight backed, confident stride, alongside the small brunette's swinging sashay.

There was a whistle from off to their left and Amber's eyes lit up as she peeked over Devon's body to find the source. She giggled, her boobs bouncing up and down. Devon growled low in her throat and pulled the girl along.

"Will you come on!" she snapped, jerking the girl forward. Amber sighed in disappointment, her eyes blinking sadly as she looked at Devon. Devon shook her head again, feeling like she was beating a puppy. Maybe you are jealous, she thought.

It wasn't that she was ugly. She was, even in her own cautious opinion, rather pretty. Her hair, a very light blonde, was shoulder length and almost straight, parted on the left. She had a slim oval face, with a small mouth and light green eyes. One of her boyfriends had described them as intensely sensual. She'd been flattered, even though she knew it was a line.

Her body was like her face, slim, but well made and healthy. It was rounded in all the right places, though not so much as Amber's. Her breasts were not large, but neither were they small. In fact, though only a thirty-four-C, she could look somewhat busty if she wanted, on account of her thin frame.

She glanced down at Amber's fat rounded melons and couldn't help grin. No, she wouldn't trade for that body, no matter how attractive men found it. How did the girl walk around without falling forward? Her own breasts were more than adequate.

Amber looked up at her, her lower lip still stuck out. It was hard to stay mad at Amber. The girl was not a bad sort really. Far from it. She was one of life's true innocents. Devon had never heard her say a bad thing about anyone. When someone yelled at her, she simply pouted, her eyes downcast. When insulted, if she realized she'd been insulted, she didn't respond.

There wasn't much that made her angry, other than people telling "fibs" or being cruel to animals or children. She really was a nice person, though not too bright. The fact that she slept with anyone who asked her was more as a result of her generous spirit than any obsession with sex.

"Are you mad at me, Devon?"

"No, Amber. I'm not mad at you." Devon groaned.

"You look mad."

"I'm not, okay?"

"Okay." The girl instantly brightened up. How she was gong to survive life was beyond Devon. Then Amber inhaled deeply and she laughed to herself.

"What's funny?"

"Nothing."

She could put up with Amber for a little while. This was her senior year. Next year she was off to U.C.L.A., and she was sure there wouldn't be anyone quite like Amber there. Sluts would be around of course, but none with her almost childlike innocence.

They arrived back at the old hotel in time and went up to their room to change. Devon didn't really need to change, but the hotel was a high class one and Mr. Simms had advised Amber to wear more discrete clothes to dinners.

Once in their room, Amber pulled her shirt up and tossed it on her bed, then unsnapped her big bra and slid her skirt off. She bent over, taking her black panties with her hands and stood up naked, totally unconscious of it, or of Devon's presence.

Amber was someone who had adapted easily to Europe's rather blase attitude to nudity at the beaches. She was never embarrassed about anything, so why should she be embarrassed about her body? She hurried across the room to the closet, her breasts jiggling up and down as Devon watched, arms folded.

"What should I wear?" she asked.

"Anything that covers you up, Amber, and hurry up." Amber sighed, searching through the closet and finally pulling down a dress that extended almost to her knees. It was the most modest thing she had. She started to pull it on.

"Your bra, Amber." Devon sighed.

"Oh, yeah." The girl giggled. She moved over to the dresser, her large brown nipples hardening in the cool, air-conditioned air. She bent over to fetch out a new pair of panties and a bra, giving a disinterested Devon a sight of her meaty round buttocks and the thin fringe of brown hair between her legs.

On their first night together in the room, Amber had suggested pushing the beds together.

"Why?" Devon had asked, confused.

"So we can sleep together, silly." The girl had smiled.

"Huh?"

"Don't you want to have sex?"

"Nooooo!" she had gaped.

"Oh?" Amber seemed surprised. "Oh, well, Okay." she had shrugged in disappointment and masturbated under the covers ever night before going to sleep.

Devon had come to realize then where her reputation had come from. Amber simply liked people, and liked to be liked back. Kissing and having sex was just a nicer way of expressing those feelings to the girl, whether with girls or boys. She didn't knowingly flirt, doing it entirely unconsciously.

If you told Amber she should be more modest about people seeing her body, or that she should restrict herself when it came to sex, she would look back in total confusion and ask why. She saw nothing at all wrong with sex. To her it was fun, not something to be done secretly and keep hidden.

Devon had almost been tempted, the first few nights that she had heard Amber sighing and moaning with pleasure from the other bed. She had never had a gay relationship before, and was somewhat curious. Still, she'd barely waded into the sexual waters with men. She didn't think she was ready to start experimenting with women, especially not a blabbermouth like Amber.

"Look over there."

Freda looked up from the menu to see Franz staring across the room. She turned her head and followed his gaze, her eyes narrowing slightly as two young women entered the dining room. One was of normal build, with a lovely oval face and bright blonde hair. The other was a short, buxom brunette, who's face bore a bright and foolish expression.

"Americans?"

"I'd bet on it." she replied.

"What do you think?"

"They would do nicely, especially the blonde."

"I would have thought the brunette."

"Because of her big chest? Oh, she would be popular, no doubt, but the blonde, now there is something to be excited over. Look at the way she walks, look at her eyes." The two watched the pair sit at a table with a number of other young people

"She is obviously bright, and looks it."

"Because of the glasses." Franz sniffed.

"No. There is intelligence in her face. She looks self confident. Many of our... clients would enjoy beating that out of her, seeing it as female arrogance."

"Her body is good, athletic looking." Franz said.

"Yes. Yes. I think those two would do very nicely indeed."

"How do you want to proceed?" Franz queried.

"You go for the brunette. I shall take little miss green eyes myself."

"There will be trouble if Americans go missing."

"There is nothing to link us to them." she replied, cooly, her eyes boring into him. He looked away. Freda had the eyes to make a man shake and feel tremors on his spine. He had been working for her for several years now, and still did not understand her. He did, however, fear he, and her cruelties.

As near adults, they had the evenings pretty much to themselves, providing they returned to the hotel by eleven. Devon, Amber, and two other girls found a nightclub and began dancing and partying shortly after dinner.

Devon was a little uncomfortable with it all, and was prodded by Kelly and Susan several times to lighten up. She didn't like that expression. She sipped carefully on her drink and looked at Amber, dancing wildly on the dance floor.

Now she, was lightened up plenty. The brunette was having a great time, dancing with almost everyone in the place. Devon had been more selective. Amber simply didn't seem to restrict herself at all. She didn't seem to be able to recognize the obvious wolves like the others did, but then, since she didn't care who she slept with, Devon supposed it didn't matter.

"All alone?" Devon looked across the table to find a tall, sleek looking blonde woman of about thirty, smiling down at her.

"Uh, no, I'm with friends." she nodded at the half full glasses around the table.

"But you have a spare chair. Would you mind if I joined you briefly. My legs are tired and all the tables are full."

"Sure." Devon shrugged, fighting to keep her voice steady.

The woman was easily six feet tall, with a full, yet graceful body. She had extremely short blonde hair, obviously dyed. Her face was attractive, almost sculpted in it's Germanic lines. Her eyes were strong and sharp, and made Devon feel nervous and awkward.

"Thank you so much." The woman's accent was light, her english very good.

"My name is Freda." She offered her hand across the table.

"Uh, I'm Devon."

"How do you do?" Her voice was deep, and strong.

Devon smiled and looked away.

"You are American, no?"

"Yes."

"Ah. I thought as much. I can always tell. A word of warning, my dear. Many of the men here are not interested in anything more than an overnight dalliance."

"Yes, I know."

"Though, that does not seem to bother your young friend." She looked over at Amber, cavorting with a tall, dark haired man ten years her senior. The man's hand was firmly on Amber's behind as they danced.

"Amber's... well. She's okay." Devon shrugged.

"Are you enjoying your visit to Germany?"

"Yes. Very much."

"Goot. We are very proud of out nation." She lit a cigarette and drew in a deep breath, then blew a series of smoke rings to the ceiling.

Freda proved extremely friendly to all of them, making jokes and listening with interest to everything they said. Amber was the only one of the four that didn't feel awkward around the sophisticated woman. Even the men that danced with her had a look of near awe on their faces.

Kelly and Sue left around ten, but Amber stayed on. She was talking with Freda about Germanic history and finding herself extremely interested in the woman's intelligent opinions and information. She was reluctant to leave her and go back to the dull hotel.

As it turned out though, Freda was from out of town, and also staying at the Reichouse. It was a terrific coincidence. Though, actually, as she pointed out to Devon, the Reichouse was very close to the nightclub, so it wasn't all that much of a coincidence.

The three of them walked back together, Freda and Devon heatedly discussing the migratory patterns of the early Germanic tribes, while Amber played with her hair.

They checked in with Simms, then went up to their room. Freda then pointed out that she had a suite, and since they were in the hotel, they didn't have to stay in their room. So they followed Freda to her luxurious suite, where Devon and she continued their discussion.

Amber wandered around the place, then found the TV in the bedroom and disappeared. The two blondes continued talking, the conversation turning more to modern things, such as school, travel, and boys. Like the other European girls she'd met, Freda was very frank and open about sex, causing Devon to blush more than once with her blunt language.

Around twelve, Freda excused herself, and went down the hall to the bathroom. Devon continued sipping on her drink. After several minutes had passed, she began to wonder what the woman was doing. It was after midnight and she and Amber had to be up fairly early.

She waited several more minutes, fidgeting, then got up and wandered down the hall. She found the bathroom empty, and frowned in confusion. She knocked lightly on a door, then pushed it open. It was a bedroom, and it too was empty.

She moved across the little hall and knocked on another door, then pushed it open. Her eyes widened in shock as she saw Amber spread out on the bed, completely naked. The brunette was moaning and trembling and jerking her hips up into Freda's face as the German woman slurped away at the Brunette's groin.

Devon was rivetted in place, totally stunned by the sight. Freda was naked as well, her body sleek and strong looking, muscles rippling along her flank and arms as she knelt between Amber's legs. Her large breasts hung beneath her, brushing the covers as she worked on the little brunette.

She apparently knew what she was doing. Amber was writhing on the bed, her back arching, her big meaty breasts swollen with excitement and pushed outward. Her body shuddered and trembled as she came, moaning and grunting with pleasure.

Freda slid up Amber's body, kissing her flesh tenderly. She reached the brunette's boobs and started squeezing and suckling the fat brown nipples, then moved higher. Her back was to the door and Devon as she squatted above Amber's face.

Amber's hands came up and cupped the firm round buttocks above her as her face pressed upward into the blonde woman's crotch. Soon Freda was sighing with pleasure and humping her crotch up and down on Amber's face.

It was an intensely erotic sight, the two of them silhouetted in the weak light from the table lamp, their bodies shining with perspiration as they moved together. Amber's legs were towards the door, spread wide. Devon could see right into her pink furrowed cunt, and see the wetness there.

She pulled the door shut and hurried across the room, opening the door to the hall and then storming down to the elevator and back to her room. Her mind was in chaos. How could an intelligent, sophisticated woman like Freda leave a conversation to go to the bathroom, then wind up naked in bed with that brainless little slut?

What was wrong with the world? She flung her vest against the wall, cursing at Amber as she stripped for bed. She cursed the older woman as well, and Europeans and Germans in general. None of them had any class at all, she thought angrily.

She lay in bed, trying without success to sleep, and refusing to touch herself despite the arousal between her legs. It was hours later when an exhausted Amber finally staggered through the door and all but collapsed on her bed.

Amber simply didn't understand her hostility the next morning.

"Why are you mad at me?" She asked, bewildered.

"Oh, just forget it! You're such a stupid little whore, Amber!"

"I am not!" the brunette cried, stamping her foot.

"Is there anyone you won't go to bed with?"

"Why shouldn't I have sex with Freda?" Devon stared at her in frustration.

"You could have too. She said you were very pretty."

"I wouldn't want to!"

"Well, you could have if you wanted to. She likes you."

"I could care less."

"I thought you liked her."

"Well, I don't anymore."

"I don't understand you, Devon." Amber sighed. "Just because she had sex with me? You could have had sex with her, or me. I'll sleep with you now if you want."

"You're disgusting!"

"Oh forget it!"

"Anyway, it turns out that Freda lives in a castle."

"Sure."

"She does. She lives in a castle in Rolburghe, where we're going next."

"Wonderful."

"She invited you and me to stay there."

"Forget it. You go."

"Ahhh. Don't be like that." Amber pouted.

"Will you leave me alone. You can fuck whoever you want, but I have higher standards!"

They arrived in Rolburghe mid-morning and fanned out to see the historic sites. For the first time, Amber wanted to see something, an old cafe that dated back to the twelfth century. She claimed to have heard of it from someone.

Devon, over her anger, allowed herself to be led for once. They sat down at a low table in the cafe, which was snug and colorful. The waitress brought them soft drinks and Amber looked around expectantly. "Well, hello. I'm glad you both got here." Devon looked up to see Freda smiling at them. She sat down at their table and brushed cheeks with Amber before smiling at Devon and holding out her hand.

Devon took it and shook unhappily.

"You must allow me to show you around my little town."

"Sure." Amber squeaked.

"Uh, well..."

"Oh, come now, Devon. Who knows it better than a native? I'll bring you up to my castle. There are antiques there dating to the tenth century, when it was the seat of government."

"Really?" Devon found herself interested.

"Oh yes." She leaned forward to whisper. "And no guards to keep you from touching them." She smiled conspiratorially.

"Neat." Amber said.

"Well, I suppose it would be pretty... neat." Devon smiled. Who was she to judge the sexual mores of a sophisticated woman like Freda? After all, the woman hadn't come onto her, and even if she had, well, she tolerated it in Amber. Freda was not at all like Amber though, she reminded herself. The woman was almost predatory, with the feline eyes of a hunting cat.

They go the grand tour, sipping cokes as they wandered through the stone walled rooms and corridors. Freda acted as tour guide, pointing out the things of greater interest, including a sword that had been used to cut off one of the former residents' head.

Devon found her skin tingling strangely as they walked along. Her stomach fluttered and she almost banged into walls several times. She felt hot, despite the coolness in the castle, and opened her shirt a button, fanning herself.

She was finding it difficult to concentrate on what Freda was saying, finding herself getting distracted by all manner of things, from cobwebs to the heels of Freda's shoes.

"Why don't you two stay with me while you're in town?" Freda asked.

"Oh, could we?" Amber clapped her hands in excitement.

"Certainly. It would be my pleasure."

"I don't know if Mr. Simms will let us though."

"I will talk to Mr. Simms. He will agree. After all, it will save him the hotel fare."

"That's true."

Devon didn't respond, being completely fascinated with a bug crawling across the window. She and Amber were given large adjoining rooms, both of which had immense four poster beds. She was glad to fall into hers shortly after nightfall, being exhausted.

Amber slept in her flannel pyjamas as usual. They had been a present from her mother, who had no idea that her daughter was sexually active, let alone how active. Amber wore them unless it was too hot, partly out of guilt for not telling her parents about herself, and partly because she could press the fabric against her cunny and bring herself off better.

She was feeling a little muddled for some reason, but was not surprised when Freda opened her door and walked in shortly after she'd gone to bed. Freda was wearing a long nearly invisible nightie as she walked up to the bed.

"Would you like some company, dear?"

"Oh sure." Amber smiled, opening the sheets to let the older woman into bed. She missed the glint in the woman's eyes as the blonde pulled her nightie up and off, then slowly, cat-like, got into bed beside her.

She settled in, laying down next to Amber on her side. She quickly rolled over so she was half atop the smaller woman and kissed her lightly on the lips. The brunette responded happily. Freda's large hand cupped the brunette's right breast and squeezed.

It was tighter than Amber liked, but she didn't complain. It only hurt a little, and Freda seemed to like doing it. Their mouths slid together, their tongues writhing within each other's mouths. Freda was very firm, pressing down harshly, demandingly.

Her hands squeezed and twisted Amber's bit, meaty breasts, hurting the teenager's tender flesh. She rubbed her body down on Amber, moving hungrily. Her right hand slipped between Amber's legs and squeezed up on her pussy, drawing a gasp of pain from the small brunette.

She felt overwhelmed by the force of Freda's desire. The big woman's hands moved back and forth across her body, squeezing and fondling her without any regard to Amber. Two fingers jammed into Amber's cunny and pumped in and out quickly, before her hole was even wet.

Amber grunted with pain again. She knew she should complain, but didn't for some reason, tolerating the roughness as the older woman's breasts crushed down into her face. She slid her tongue out and began to suckle on the big nipple that Freda placed against her lips.

Freda gripped her hair, pulling her head up, forcing her head brutally hard against her titty. Amber was almost smothered in the firm flesh as Freda pushed her ruthlessly into herself. Then she pulled back, allowing Amber to breath.

She slid down between Amber's legs, her hands folding around the girl's legs and jerking them far apart, then her face was there at the brunette's crotch, her tongue diving into Amber's muff. Amber sighed in happiness as she felt the wet tongue on her slit.

Her body began to warm and tighten with arousal as Freda pumped her fingers into her pussy and slurped and nibbled on her clit. Her heat built higher and higher, then she yelped in pain as Freda bit down on her clit, her teeth harsh and savage.

Instantly, she tongued the clit with softness, easing the pain and bringing a powerful burning need to Amber's crotch. Then she bit down again, making Amber cry out in pain. Again the tongue rasped softly, driving Amber upwards into an orgasmic wave

Her right hand was in Amber's pussy, sliding three fingers in and out. Her left squeezed Amber's right breast, the finger digging deep furrows in the thick, malleable flesh. She found the erect nipple and pinched it, making Amber whine in confusion and heat.

She twisted the nipple far around, then reached up with her other hand and seized the girl's left nipple, pinching and twisting it. Her face was buried in Amber's crotch, her tongue rasping energetically across her clitty.

Amber was caught in a whirling vortex of pleasure and pain, her dazed mind unable to protest or separate the two as the hammer blows of electric sensations struck her one after the other, and sometimes at the same time. Freda's hands squeezed tightly around her big fleshy breasts, the fingers like iron bands as they compressed the sensitive flesh cruelly.

She stabbed her tongue deep into Amber's cunt, making the girl hump upwards against her as the feelings intensified. Amber's head was thrashing from side to side, her eyes closed tightly, her mouth gaping. She arched her back, despite the added pain against her distended breasts.

Freda climbed up her body and lay next to her, She seized Amber's thick hair and twisted her head up and to the side, then her mouth locked tightly around Amber's full lips and her tongue pushed deep into her. She sucked and blew into the girl's mouth as her fingers pumped furiously in the hot, wet cunt slit.

Her thumb worked roughly over Amber's clitty as she finger fucked the girl, and Amber humped upward helplessly, impaling herself on the long, thin fingers. Her orgasm blossomed and ripped through her, sending her into spastic convulsions.

Freda bit down on her tongue and ground her thumb, nail first into the girl's clit. Amber would have screamed if her mouth hadn't been covered. Her orgasm blasted higher, riding a wave of churning sensations of pain. She bounced up and down, legs flopping mindlessly on the bed as the orgasm howled on and on.

Finally it calmed, when she was on the verge of unconsciousness. She relaxed, her body sprawled weakly on the bed. Freda cuddled her sweating face against her firm breasts and cooed low, holding Amber's head against her like a baby.

Devon ate slowly, munching on the cereal while her eyes focused and unfocused. There was not a great deal of the drug in her system. Freda wanted her to be aware, if not necessarily alert. The cereal was almost entirely sugar and had almost no redeeming qualities. Certainly, it had no protein.

To go with the cereal, there was kool-aid, not milk. Milk was too nourishing. Amber was animated and happy, making up for Devon's comparative silence. She had less of the drug then Devon, needing less to bring a slight haze to her brain.

Freda led them through the castle to the pool. It was indoors, in a cavernous stone room with dim lights. Freda stripped naked, and Amber quickly followed. "Get undressed, Devon. We're going swimming." Freda called gaily.

Devon looked around in confusion, then started to unbutton her shirt. She stripped to her panties before stopping.

"I don't have any swim suit." She said.

"Oh, my little sweetling!" Freda laughed. "Don't be so provincial!"

Devon blushed, feeling even more awkward around the sleek woman than before. She shyly turned around and pulled her bra off, then slid her panties down her thighs and legs and turned around, her hands cupping her crotch.

Freda and Amber were paying no attention to her, busy tossing a beachball back and forth. She felt foolish again, and took her hands away, then shook her head to clear a slight buzz and stepped into the water.

"Take your glasses off dear." Freda called. Devon blushed again, and turned around, pulling off her glasses and setting them on a towel. She stepped into the water again, sliding down a low ramp until she was up to her chest.

Freda tossed her the ball. She caught it and tossed it back, feeling slightly better. They played catch for a bit. Then a man came into the pool. Devon didn't even notice him at first. Didn't notice until he was in the water and he took the thrown ball from Freda and tossed it to Devon.

She stared at him in confusion, then only just resisted the temptation to hide behind the ball. She tossed it back and sank lower in the water as the man caught it.

"Girls, this is Franz." Freda said, matter of factly.

"This is Amber and Devon." She pointed to each of them.

"Delighted to make your acquaintance." he said, tossing the ball back to Devon. She had no choice but to reach up and catch it, displaying her nude chest to him.

She tossed it back and sank down again, feeling both embarrassed and stupid. Amber didn't seem bothered at all. Of course, she had gone nude on the nude beach last week, the only one of the Americans to do so.

Devon gradually got over her embarrassment, until Franz climbed out of the water. She blushed furiously as she saw his groin, and the large limp penis hanging there. Amber climbed out with him, the two of them laughing together.

Freda swam over next to Devon and put a friendly arm around her shoulder.

"Had enough swimming?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Let's rest then." Freda sighed, climbing out of the water. She stopped and turned, holding out a hand to help Devon. Blushing again, Devon took her hand and allowed the older woman to pull her up onto the floor.

They sat down on cushions, side by side. Freda dried her own very short hair, then ran the towel through Devon's, chatting all the while about inconsequential things. Devon sipped from her coke and watched Amber and Franz, who were sitting very close together.

Franz tilted Amber's face up and then kissed her as the brunette giggled. His arm was around Amber's back, his hand coming up under her arm and cupping her breast firmly. His finger squeezed together on the tit as his mouth shifted from her cheek to her lips.

His other hand slid between her legs and began rubbing up and down. Devon felt her skin flush with embarrassment as the man rubbed at her and Amber cooed in pleasure. They both lay back on the pool deck, Amber's legs spreading wider.

Devon couldn't look away. She felt both repelled and enthraled. She watched Franz's fingers push into Amber's vagina, sliding deep into the brunette's slit until only the knuckles of his hand were outside.

He pumped his fingers in and out as their lips moved roughly together. He rolled across her the, coming down on the small girl's body, pressing her into the floor as they kissed. Her legs were wide open and he rubbed against her.

Then he pulled her legs up onto his shoulders and pushed them back, spreading Amber open. Devon's eyes watched raptly as the man's hard erection lifted and pointed at Amber's slit. She could see the groin very clearly from only a few feet away, and watched as Franz centered his cock against the brown fringed slit.

Then it was pressing into Amber's hole. Franz let the tip lay inside, and straightened his body over her. He grabbed her legs and pushed them back even higher, lifting himself into the air so he was supported by his toes and hands, only the thick little tube of meat joining him and her.

Then he sank down, his cock sliding smoothly and firmly into Amber's body as the brunette groaned and sighed in pleasure. Devon's mouth was dry as she watched. Her breathing was coming faster and faster as Franz began to rise and lower his buttocks, sliding his erection in and out of the brunette's hole.

She could see the gleaming wetness of Amber's cunt cream on Franz's cockshaft. She could not take her eyes off it. Franz began thrusting into Amber with long, firm strokes, his cock working in and out like a piston in a shaft.

Amber was moaning and mewling happily, her ass humping up at the man as she worked herself on his cock. Devon looked down to see Freda's smooth white hand cupping her own breast. She looked at it in confusion, then raised her eyes to look at Freda, who looked back evenly.

"Why don't we leave, dear. I'm sure they would prefer privacy. She squeezed Devon's breast firmly, then pulled her hand away and pulled Devon to her feet. She led the blonde girl out of the pool, still naked, and down the stone hallway.

They went up a curving staircase and down another hallway, until turning into a bedroom, Freda's. Freda led her over to the big four poster bed and pulled her down on it. Devon felt she should protest, but she was filled with the sense of fate and acceptance.

She let Freda settle her on her back in the midst of the big bed, then watched as the big woman threw a leg around her body and sat down straddling her chest. She felt the woman's warm buttocks press into her belly, and felt her pubic hair, light and ticklish on her skin.

Freda looked down at her, her mouth curved in a satisfied smile, her eyes bright slits. Then slowly she bent forward, her hands going to Devon's breasts and rubbing back and forth across them. Her face obscured all else, then her lips touched Devon's, sending a charge into the teenager's body.

Mark Hunter was worried. He paced back and forth across his living room, his brows furrowed as terrible ideas rode across his mind one after another. Devon had been missing since yesterday, and it was totally unlike his responsible daughter to just wander off like that and not let anyone know where she was going.

He was getting more afraid with every passing hour that didn't bring word from her. She just wouldn't go off like that. She wouldn't! The police in Germany were looking for her, but how hard? A missing teenager, even two, probably didn't mean very much to them.

He picked up the slip of paper for the fiftieth time that day and looked at it. It was the same as always, blank, save for a phone number. A friend had given him the number earlier. He picked up the phone at last and dialled the number.

Devon gripped the headboard with white finger, hanging on as though a hurricane was blowing against her. Her eyes were closed, and her teeth clenched as the German woman knelt between her widely splayed legs and played with her sex. Freda kept shifting her gaze from the girl's pretty little pussy slit to her sweet young face.

She watched the reaction on the teenager's face as she ground her thumb into the hot little clitty, then smiled in amusement. She dug her thumb in more, sliding her fingers in and out of the tightly sucking cunt pit, and watched Devon's back arch upward as a gasp of shock came from her parted lips.

Devon's chest was rising and falling like a bellows as Freda worked over her. Freda's fingers were dancing little snakes, slithering and sliding and rubbing and caressing. Her mouth and lips were sometimes light as feathers, sometimes hard and hot like a burning poker.

She pushed her face in closer to the teen's crotch and slid her lips around the little pink clitty, then hummed deeply, setting the little nub vibrating. Devon's ass rose from the bed, her cunt pushing up at Freda's face as a sob of confusion echoed through the cavernous stone room.

Freda munched on the clitty, her lips rubbing quickly from side to side as her tongue whirled around on the center. She sucked, then blew, then sucked. Finally, she sucked the little clitty into her mouth and closed her teeth around it, biting down as she pushed three fingers deep into the tight little fuck tunnel.

Devon gasped, then grunted repeatedly, her ass bucking up and down as her entire body shuddered in response. A great roaring sound blew through her head, deafening her as the orgasms rippled up and down her body like a sloshing wave inside a bottle. It set her limbs vibrating, her belly fluttering and her head thrashing from side to side.

Freda stuffed her tongue into the girl's pink slit, scooping out wads of cunt cream and swallowing it with a happy gulp. She sucked hard, pulling Devon's cunt lips apart with her fingers and pushing her face into the open cunt, her mouth sucking and slurping.

Devon whined and whimpered as her body shook through the orgasm. Her body was battered by explosive releases of orgasmic energy that tore through her thin frame with irresistible force. She clung grimly to the headboard, her back arching again, throwing her hot, hard titties up and out.

Freda continued her sucking. Devon's convulsions weakened, gradually tapering off until she was still but for the rise and fall of her chest. Freda sat up, then moved slightly, sitting with her legs curled under her, right next to Devon's right hip.

Devon's right leg was stretched out over Freda's knees as the older woman sat and slowly rubbed her big hand up and down over the hot sweaty flesh of Devon's crotch. Her left hand caressed Devon's breasts, first one, then the other, rasping across hard, spit-wet nipples.

She rubbed back and forth for long minutes, and was rewarded to see the girl's frame begin to twitch and then tremble again. She rubbed harder over the girl's clitty, and began to push the tips of her fingers in and out of the tight, wet little slit hole.

She pushed her fingers deeper, feeling the blonde's cunt muscles tighten up and her juices flow more freely. She bent forward and sucked Devon's right nipple into her mouth, chewing on it and rolling it around with her tongue. Devon's breathing grew harder and her body began to undulate as a tall, raging orgasm rushed towards her.

Then Freda stopped, letting the intensity of the feelings subside. She began again, manipulating the blonde teenager's clitty, pumping her pussy, and suckling on her nipples. Then, as Devon approached an orgasm, Freda stopped. Devon sobbed in disappointment, her ass rubbing from side to side on the bed.

She tried to close her legs, but Freda stopped her, then she tried to bring her own hands down to her pussy. Freda seized them and forced them back up above her head. She pulled leather restraints out from the top posts and slid them around the thin wrists, fastening them securely.

She pulled two more restraints from the bottom posts and tied them around Devon's ankles, spreading the legs wide and locking them in place. She got up then, going over to the closet. From there, she selected a pair of small vibrators and a long, very thick strap on dildo. She carried them back to the bed and sat down.

The first vibrator clicked on with a buzzing sound and Freda slid it up and down Devon's wet cunt slit. Back and forth she worked the hard little plastic device, then pushed it up under her clitty and rested it there for long seconds.

Devon strained against the bonds holding her, trying to push her ass up and impale herself on the hard buzzing instrument. Freda would only allow so much pressure however, and stopped completely when it looked to her as if the girl was going to cum.

She waited, doing nothing but kissing Devon's tear stained cheeks. When Devon's breathing was more even, she brought the vibrator down to her crotch again, clicked it on and then slowly sank it into her cunt hole, pushing it deep inside until only the tip remained.

She left it there, picking up the second vibrator and clicking it on. She began to work it lightly across Devon's nipples, buzzing one, then the other, alternating with her tongue and mouth. She reached down after a minute and began to pump the vibrator in and out of the cunt, feeling the wetness on the shining plastic now as it pulled outward.

Devon's breath came in strangled gasps and her chest rose and fell furiously. She arched her back and began to whine. Freda pulled both vibrators away again and Devon burst into tears, her body racked by miserable, wet sobs.

Freda smiled. She had plenty of time. She put the vibrators down and lay next to the bound girl, sliding her hand back and forth across Devon's belly. She kissed her gently on the cheek, and began rubbing her crotch against Devon's hip as she lightly palmed her left breast.

"Obey." she whispered. "Obey."

It was a slightly louder repetition of the recorded messages that had been playing in Devon and Amber's rooms since the girl's had gotten here. The voices came through carefully placed speakers and could be heard, though only if there was silence, in any part of the rooms.

Of course, they could be heard regardless of wether there was silence, but you wouldn't know you were hearing it. They were not quite subliminal, being audible to the human ear but simply ignored by the mind. All night they had played.

"Obey" she repeated. "You must obey." Devon whimpered as Freda sucked on her nipple.

"Pretty little pussy." Freda cooed.

She moved up and threw her leg over the girl's shoulder, then sat down fully on her face. She felt the soft skin and little nose against her crotch, could discern the wetness of Devon's lips and hard bony jaw as she rubbed her crotch and ass back and forth over them.

"Lick me, baby." she sighed. "Push your tongue up and lick my pussy."

She placed her wet pussy slit directly over Devon's mouth and rubbed. "Lick me. Lick me." she moaned. "Lick it, Devon."

Devon felt the wetness against her mouth and her tongue flicked out, touching Freda's bare slit. "Lick. Lick. Lick. Lick." Freda chanted.

Devon began to lick at the pussy, hardly aware of what it was or what she was doing. She looked upward, seeing Freda's smooth belly above her face, and then high above that the rounded swellings of the woman's breasts.

Freda crossed her wrists behind her head, arching her back as she ground her crotch up and down over Devon's face. She sighed in pleasure as she felt the girl's tongue against her clit and rotated her ass in slow half circles against it. "My clitty. Lick my clitty!" she sighed, pulling her cunt lips apart and sliding her clit against the upthrust tongue.

She cooed in pleasure, feeling the softness of the tongue against her, and reached down with her hands to cup Devon's head, holding it as she rutted down against it. She felt her pleasure building, part from the stimulation of Devon's face and tongue, but mostly out of the deep, sensuous psychic satisfaction she got from dominating the pretty young woman.

She watched the glazed eyes beneath her, and jammed her cunt between the girl's mouth, sighing again, then laughing lightly. She felt her cut burning with excitement, and knew her orgasm was approaching. Then it was upon her. She let all her weight come down on her crotch, down on Devon's face, and rubbed frantically, almost jerking off against her face.

Hunter looked carefully through the eyehole, then opened the door. The man gazed at him without expression.

"Mr. Hunter?"

"You're Mr. Grant?"

"Yes."

"Uh... won't you come in." He held the door wide and the man stepped through, walking out of the hall and into the living room, his eyes sweeping from side to side.

Hunter closed the door, looking at the man dubiously. He wasn't at all what he'd expected. The man was short and balding, wore a good, but not great suit, and didn't look any more capable of physical violence than Hunter himself.

The man turned, his eyes calm behind round glasses.

"I have a document for you to sign." he said. "Then you can give me a check."

"Uh, no offense, Mr. Grant, but how do I know you can help me?"

"You don't. We give no guarantees. We will do what we can."

"But... well, you don't look, that is, you don't look like..."

"Like a tough guy commando? I'm not, I am an accountant, actually. My skills are in management and research."

"Oh."

"What you need, Mr. Hunter, is someone to find your daughter. That is the hard part. Once she's found, it will be reasonably simple to bring her back, assuming of course, that she is still alive."

"Of course she's alive! Why wouldn't she be?!" he demanded. Grant sighed and shook his head.

"I'm afraid Mr. Hunter, that you simply are not wealthy enough to justify a kidnapping. You had to mortgage this house for our payment, did you not?"

"How did you..."

"We do check on our potential clients, Mr. Hunter. Since you're not a wealthy man, there are two probabilities that have the highest likelihood of being true. The first is that your daughter has gone off by her own free will, and simply decided not to tell anyone. You say this would not happen and I tend to agree that it is unlikely.

The second possibility, which then becomes the most likely probability, is that she was kidnapped for sexual purposes." Hunter blanched.

"I'm afraid you must face that fact. If she was kidnapped for sexual purposes, which, as I say, is likely, she is by now either in the grip of an organized gang, or dead."

"A... a gang?" Hunter whispered.

"Yes. If she and her friend were simply dragged off and raped, they would either have turned up by now, or be dead. If however, she were taken by an organized gang, and there are several in Europe, then she is being held still, probably in a very secure location."

"But who, why, how would..."

"Brothels, white slavery operations, there are several possibilities. We will investigate them all."

"You don't offer me much hope."

"That's not true. There is no hope, unless she has disappeared voluntarily, that she remains pure and chaste, but that does not mean we can not retrieve her, even if she is slightly soiled by now."

"You're talking about my daughter!" Hunter snapped.

"I apologise if I offend you but pretty young women are not kidnapped merely to be admired with the eyes. Now, do you have my check?" he held out his hand.

Hunter pulled the check from his pocket and gave it to him.

Freda yawned and looked at the clock. It was four in the morning. She got out of bed slowly, stretching and rubbing her eyes, then pulled on a robe and walked out of the room, going down the hallway. She opened another door and walked in to find Franz carefully watching the blonde girl.

"How is she?"

"She has been mumbling now for some time. I can't make out what she's saying though." Freda looked down at Devon and wiped her eyes again.

"You can get some rest. I'll take over now."

"Okay. I wish you'd let me fuck her though. I'm hard as steel after five hours of this."

"Go and see the brunette. You can fuck her if Marc says it is all right."

"Goot." he turned and left the room, closing the door behind him. Freda sat down next to the still tightly bound blonde and tried to make out what she was saying.

She too could not make it out. Just babbling, she thought. The blonde's body was covered with a sheen of sweat. Her once bright blonde hair was now dark with sweat and plastered to the girl's head and face. Her head tossed back and forth every few seconds and her body trembled as if in pain.

She and Franz had been manipulating her for over twenty hours now, constantly stimulating her, bringing her up to the verge of orgasm, but never letting her peak, always backing off at the last second. Her body must be utterly exhausted by now.

Combined with the drug, the lack of sleep, the dehydration caused by the constant sweating without any fluid intake, and terrible, by now desperate burning need between her legs, had rendered the once self assured young woman into a pathetic, babbling, whining mess.

In the background, she could hear the recording still repeating itself endlessly. "Obey." it whispered. "You must obey. You must be obedient... Obey." Freda picked up the two vibrators and turned them on. She pushed one into the soaking slit entrance, sliding it up to press against the clit, then took the other and pushed it against the clit from the other side.

She had the little pink organ trapped between the two vibrators and rubbed them lightly from side to side. The girl sobbed in despair, her breathing increasing again, her body beginning to shake and quiver with renewed need.

Freda let her shake for a while, let the need build up in her until she began to grunt and groan, then she took the vibrators away and stood up, going into the corner and pouring herself a glass of water. She heard a broken sob of misery behind her and smiled to herself.

Sometimes, this could be such fun. She swallowed the water, then turned back to the girl. The sheet under her was dark and wet with sweat. Freda picked up a fluffy towel and rubbed it lightly across Devon's face, drying it off. She rubbed the towel over her chest and belly, then over her legs.

She tossed the dirty towel on the floor and sat down again, taking the girl's outrageously over stimulated nipples in her fingers and rubbing them from side to side gently. "Obey." she whispered. "You must obey."

In another room down the hall, Amber was squatting over Franz, who sat in a straight backed chair, his hands on her sides, just under her chest, helping her as she rose and fell over his lap. His cock stuck straight upwards and the little brunette was sliding her cunt sheath up and down the fat organ.

Amber had been much easier to deal with than the other girl. They'd known she would be from the start of course. Still, she too would not be permitted to sleep or drink for at least a couple of more days. She was already learning to obey in a more simpler manner than Devon.

Earlier, she'd been fucked by a number of Marc's servants, each instructing her in exactly the way he wanted her to respond. Any deviation or hesitation had led to pain. Not terrible pain, for that was not needed, but pain nonetheless.

Even as pain was used to force obedience, the girl was being trained to enjoy it. Her orgasms, of which there had been many, were always accompanied by hard pinches and squeeze, pulled hair, and hard slaps. She was coming to recognize that pain led to pleasure, and vice versa. After a while, she would be unable to tell the difference between the two sensations.

She rode up and down on his cock now, sliding her tight tube up the length of his shaft until the cock head rested between her lips, then slowly dropping down, taking it up into her belly until she was stuffed with hot, hard, male meat.

She was exhausted, perhaps even more so than Devon, for her orgasms, which shook her, and twisted her vitals into jelly like masses of quivering flesh, took a great deal of energy out of her. Nor was she being allowed to replace it. No food for her, at least, nothing with protein. She was allowed chocolates and candy, and nothing more.

Franz took her right nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. His hands cupped her sweetly rounded buttocks and helped her raise herself. He felt her cunt spasming and bit down hard on the nipple. Amber groaned as the sharp pain joined the buildup of orgasmic energy in her system.

Franz bit harder still, breaking the skin of her sensitive nipple and drawing blood. He sucked furiously, tasting her blood in his mouth and seeking more. His hand gripped her tit and squeezed tightly as he sucked, forcing more blood to well up into his mouth.

His other hand seized the girl's tangled hair and pulled viciously back, jerking her head way back so it was almost upside down, and stretching the skin over her rounded tit meat. He slammed his cock upward into her belly, rutting furiously as he drank her blood.

Amber whined madly, her body shivering and shaking. Her tits burned with pain and pleasure as her cunt erupted in furious electric spasms of volcanic lust. She screamed, bouncing desperately up and down on Franz's pumping rod as she was inundated by hammering blasts of orgasmic bliss.

Her eyes rolled back in her head and she drooled freely, her limbs shaking and twitching as her body quaked in the midst of a colossal seizure. For long, long seconds she trembled and shook, until the orgasm finally subsided. Only then did she finally draw a gasping breath of air into her tortured lungs.

Jack Martin stepped off the plane as calmly and easily as if he were a businessman here for a simple meeting, which was his very well learned cover. He answered all the questions with a friendly, but not too friendly smile, then took his two bags and walked out to the parking lot.

There he opened the trunk of a dark blue Audi, tossing his bags in to either side of another bag already there. He looked around once, then unzipped the bag and checked. Everything was as it should be. He pulled out a holster and a small nine millimetre automatic and slid them under his blazer, then slammed the trunk.

He unlocked the drivers door, got in and started the engine. Still nothing. If anything were going to happy, it would happen, it would happen now. He stepped on the gas, pulling smoothly out of the parking space and driving to the exit.

He opened his briefcase and took a pair of small color pictures from the sleeve, lowering the cars' visor and clipping them to the inside. Not ten minutes would pass that he wouldn't look at them, not until he knew those faces as well as he knew his own.

He drove for several miles, watching carefully for tails. Finally, he turned off the road and pulled over. It took half an hour to be reasonably sure there were no bugs in the car, and to change the licence from the rental company one to another more common plate that belonged on the bumper of another Audi, one who's owner wouldn't notice the change for months, if then.

He started up again and drove toward the Autobahn, then turned north and stepped on the gas. A minute later he was in the fast lane, doing a hundred and fifty as he raced towards Rolburghe. It was, he thought, good to be able to get a car up to speed again. He let loose a brief curse for the fifty five mile an hour American freeways as the countryside whizzed by.

It was hardly Martin's first encounter with the high speed autobahns. He'd spent ten years in Germany first in special forces, then attached to the US Army's Delta force. He'd retired at thirty- five and found a much more prosperous employer, one who was willing to pay for the knowledge and skills the army had taught him.

He didn't know the name of the company, if it was indeed a company. His instructions came over a phone, a computer, or through the mail. His checks were deposited promptly in his Swiss bank account. Everything he needed was placed neatly for him, such as now, in the trunk.

Whoever he worked for was extremely competent. The information was good. Responses to querys was near immediate, and help was despatched on request. His last case, he'd worked with four other "employees" like himself. Two had come from the British SAS, one from Germany's G-19, and one from the US navy SEALS. Quality guys, all of them.

This one he was working alone, at least so far. It was a simple case, find a girl, or find who'd killed her. Of course, if it turned out some wacko had raped her and her friend, then strangled them both and left them in a shallow ditch somewhere, his work was going to be cut out for him.

Random killings were work for crime labs and scores of detectives. The "company" apparently didn't believe this to be the case. That meant white slavery, a slight, but real problem in Europe. He hoped the girls hadn't been shipped to the middle-east. The hundred and twenty degree heat always put him on edge.

He turned off the Autobahn and drove east onto a provincial roadway. A sign pointed ahead to Rolburghe twenty miles distant. According to the information provided him, the two teenagers had gone out for a tour of the town and simply disappeared. Nobody reported seeing them at all, after they'd left their hotel.

Rolburghe appeared in his windshield and he eyed it closely as he approached. It was a middle sized town, population officially pegged at fourteen thousand. It was too small for the girls to disappear into without a trace. Someone had seen something.

He knew people who would say nothing to the police, would be much more amenable to him, one way or the other. He parked in front of the hotel, the same one the girls had stayed at, then got out, carrying his briefcase as a porter rushed forward.

"W... w... water.." Devon whispered, her voice cracked and weak. Franz looked down calmly, eyeing her as he would a laboratory experiment, with interest, but not care or worry. He drew back his hand and slapped her face hard, bringing a grunt, and a low moan.

At once he clicked on the vibrators and pressed them against her clitty, rubbing them back and forth. With practised ease, he shifted his grip, holding both with one hand while he slowly, but forcefully stuffed the thick girth of a dildo into the girl's honeyed pussy.

The girl moaned, her ass sliding from side to side on the bed. She began puffing air through her nose furiously, as if hyperventilating. Her cunt shot up to jam itself on the dildo. Franz held it buried inside her for long seconds, then slid it back out and pulled the vibrators away.

The girl collapsed, knowing she'd get no more stimuli. It had been more than three days since she'd slept now. He and Freda and Marc, as well as a couple of other trusted assistants, had fondled and abused and manipulated the young woman's body hour after hour after hour, until now she was a raw mass of burning nerve endings.

It was, he knew, almost time. Just as he glanced at the clock the door opened and Freda strode through. She was wearing thigh high leather boots with six inch heels sharp enough to stab through wood. Her hands and forearms were covered by leather gloves that reached almost to her elbows.She wore a leather g-string and a tight leather corset that pushed her breasts up and out, displaying them to their best advantage. Their nipples stood out stiffly, like little erasers.

She stopped next to the bed, looking down at the exhausted girl. She held a riding crop in her hands, slapping it against her gloved palm.

"Untie her." she directed. Franz freed the girl's ankles, then her wrists. She didn't move much though.

"Devon. Come here." she said. Her voice was low, but stern. Devon's eyes blinked wearily. "Devon. Come here."

Devon shifted slightly, drawing her arms down from above her and pushing half heartedly on the mattress. She rose a foot, then fell back. Freda tossed the crop to Franz, who stood by the bed. Freda herself stood, arms folded a dozen paces away.

"Devon. Come here. Obey." she said, her voice rising on the last word. Franz raised the crop and brought it whistling through the air, slashing down directly across Devon's right breast.

The girl screamed, her hands cupping her wounded flesh as she curled up and rolled to her side towards the edge of the bed. "Devon. Come here." Freda said. "Obey!" Devon pushed her legs off the mattress and dropped to her knees on the rug. She slowly pulled herself to her feet, her hands still cupping her tit as she whimpered in pain. "Come here." Devon started forward, then dropped weakly to her knees. "Obey!" Franz slashed the crop down on her back. Devon jackknifed, almost falling onto her back as she sought to grab her back and howled in pain. Franz slashed down again, the crop cracking against her right tit again. Again she screamed, cupping her tit as she knelt, curled up in a ball on the rug. "Devon. Come here." Freda said, remorselessly. Devon's chest was racked by great heaving sobs. She crawled across towards Freda as Franz walked slowly behind her. "You must obey me, Devon. You must always obey us." Freda said, sternly.

Devon stopped a foot or so in front of her and tried to rise. "Stay on your knees." Freda ordered. She lifted her right foot and placed it on the girl's shoulder, forcing her face down against the floor. "Obey." she said, shoving hard, mashing the pretty face into the floor.

She pulled her foot free, then slid it under Devon's face. "Clean my boot, little one. Clean my boot with your tongue." She ordered.

"Clean it." she repeated. "Obey." Franz brought the crop down hard across Devon's ass cheeks. The shaking blonde screamed again, jerking forward so her head rammed into Freda's boots.

"Lick my boots, dog!" Freda snarled. "Obey!"

She held her boot against Devon's face and the girl quickly started licking on the ankle. Freda watched patiently as the girl ran her tongue all around the ankle and then down around the heel of the shiny leather.

"Good girl." she said, smiling. Franz pushed over a chair for her and she sat, crossing her legs. She held her top foot up so Devon could lick the bottom of the boot, her tongue dry and rasping harshly on the leather. "Stop." Devon stopped licking. "Lick my pussy, dog." Devon had to almost climb up the legs of the chair, leaning weakly against it as she pushed her face between Freda's spread legs and began to lick at her cunt meat. Her tongue was dry and as such moved harshly against the woman's clit, making her sigh with delight.

Her pussy juice began to ooze out between her naked cuntlips and Devon lapped it up quickly, glad of any moisture now. She jammed her tongue in between the pussy lips, sucking to get more of the cunt juice into her.

"Ahhhhh... Good giiiiirrrrlllll." Freda moaned, her cunt pushing out against Devon's face. She slid her hand beneath the teenager and cupped her quivering breast, squeezing lightly. Devon moaned and whimpered, her tongue driving in and out of the bald cuntlips.

The door opened and Marc came in, leading Amber behind him. She crawled on her hands and knees, her ass wiggling from side to side as she moved. He held a leash which was attached to a thick, studded leather collar around her throat.

Her eyes were wide and vacant as Marc pulled her in and ordered her to kneel a few feet away. She watched Devon sucking at Freda's cunt and whimpered a little, but made no movement. Freda groaned and slumped in her seat. She brought her feet up and placed them on Devon's shoulders as the girl continued to eat her out.

"You." Franz said, pointing to Amber. "Get behind her and eat her cunt."

Amber fell forward onto her hands and quickly crawled around behind Devon, sticking her face in the other kneeling girl's crotch as if she were a dog. She put her hands on Devon's ass cheeks and began to lick at her cunt.

Devon gurgled and spread her legs, opening her cunt as Amber's tongue began to rasp up and down the slit. Amber pulled the cuntlips apart and shoved her face in between, slurping and sucking and blowing. She moved up onto Devon's clit and began to rasp and drill her tongue on it.

Devon's own tonguing heated up as sexual energy flowed into her body. She shook and trembled as her cunt began to vibrate with high tension sexual electricity. She felt her belly heaving and churning and her entire body began to burn with a terrible, desperate need.

Her tongue was a swirling, shaking, dancing snake as she jerked and trembled against Freda's cunt. She felt her body burning hotter and hotter, and waited with ever increasing tension for that wonderful pleasure to be abruptly yanked away.

"Stop!" Franz ordered. Amber instantly pulled back and Devon began to sob, heartbroken. "Do you want it, Devon?" Freda cooed. "Do you want it? Do you want a hard fuck?" "yes." "Do you want it? You have to answer louder." "Yes. Yes." Devon moaned through her tears. "Beg. Beg for it." "P... p... pl... pleeeeaaasee!" she sobbed. "Pllleeeaseeee!" "Please what?" "P... please fuck me! Pl... pleeeaaseee ffuuuucckkk meeeeee!" she wept. "Very well, turn around and crawl over to that rug there." Freda instructed, pointing, "and you'll get a good hard fuck."

Without a trace, a hint, even a shred of dignity, pride or self- respect, the girl crawled furiously to reach the small rug, then held still, her ass up in the air and her legs parted. She whimpered and trembled, looking back over her shoulder at Freda.

Freda smiled and rose to her feet. She picked up a strap on dildo and stepped into it, pulling the straps up over her ass and snapping the big thick thing in place over her own cunt. Devon shook and sniffled tears as she watched, her ass pumping slightly.

Freda took her time, sauntering across to stand behind Devon. She raised her foot and brought the heel down against Devon's right buttock, grinding the sharp heel in as Devon gasped in pain and shook in helpless need.

She placed the center of her shoe on Devon's ass, directly between the cheeks and pushed the heel against her little asshole. She shoved her heel against the little hole and it gave beneath the pressure, letting the heel through.

She pushed the hell fully into the trembling girl's asshole, not stoping until the bottom of her boot was flat against Devon's body. She drew the heel out, then shoved it back in. "Beg for it again, slut." "P... pleeasse." Devon wept. Freda pulled her heel out of the girl's anus, ignoring a trace of blood on the thing, then knelt behind her. She held her dildo in her right hand. It was too thick for her to get her hand all the way around, but she held it in place against Devon's cunt crack.

She placed it just inside, then seized Devon's hips in her hands, her strong fingers digging into the flesh and locking the young woman in place. Then Freda slammed her hips forward with all her strength. She jammed her rubber fuck-spike deep into Devon's cunt.

Devon screamed as if stabbed. She tried to crawl forward, then tried to get up. Freda held tightly to her hips as she forced the terrible thick cock rod deeper into the girl's fuck-pipe. Devon was sobbing hysterically as pain tore through her system. Her cunt was being ripped open by the fat cock.

Then she slumped to the floor again, shaking as the last few inches of rubber cock were driven into her body and her cuntlips pressed against Freda's. Freda left the thick cock in place for a few moments, then drew back, sliding the dark gleaming rubber out of Devon's clinging cunt sheath

She pulled it half way out, then slammed forward, jamming it back inside, and bringing another shout of pain from Devon. She ripped open Devon's cunt-pipe with powerful thrusts, sawing the horse-cock in and out of the tiny fuck hole until it had loosened.

Then she fucked with longer strokes as Devon stood still, trembling like a terrified puppy. It was not fear that held her so. Her body was beginning to respond to Freda's rough, brutal fuck strokes. So long aroused, so long denied, it took little to turn the crackling fire between her legs into a white hot inferno of lust and desire.

Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. She spread her legs wider and began pushing back to meet the savage stabbing lunges. Her face twitched, and her head jerked to one side, then to the other. Her cunt throbbed powerfully, sending searing waves of steamy sexual energy through her body.

She jerked spastically, then stiffened. Her eyes opened even wider and she held absolutely still. The only sounds in the room were the SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! of Freda's lower belly meeting her buttocks and the sucking wet sound of the rubber cock tearing in and out of her.

Then Devon began moaning, a low keening sound at first that began building in strength and intensity until she was screaming at the top of her lungs, howling and shrieking in maniacal ecstasy and glory. Her body exploded, shards of sexual power blasting through every part of her system.

"AAEEEEIIIIIIII!!! OHHHHHH! OHHHHH! AAAEEEERRRRGGH!" Devon screamed. "AAAAAAAAAHHHH!!! GHUH! GHUH! GHUH! GHUH! GHUH! GHUH! FUUUUUUUUUUCCCKKKKK! AAARRRRGGHHHHH!!!"

Her body shook and thrashed, bucked up and down and rocked from side to side. Freda hung on, her body tossed and pulled by the twisting, shaking, convulsing, teenager. She continued to pound her rubber cock down Devon's fuck-box as the blonde girl slammed her ass from side to side and jammed it back on the impaling rod.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUUUUCKKKK! NNNNGGGGHHHH!! AAAARRRRRGHGHHHHHHGHHHHGHHHH!!"

Devon's cunt sizzled like burning flesh. She shook and bucked and tossed from side to side. Her upper body jerked up and down, then slammed back briefly against Freda as she sought to arch her back. She dropped forward on her hands again, and clawed at the rug as she hammered her cunt back against the skewering cock-tool.

Then her arms gave way and she dropped onto her face on the rug, still rutting her ass back against the driving cock as she pounded her face into the floor and grunted repeatedly in a high pitched voice.

The grunts became weaker and weaker, and her movements started to ease. After almost a full minute, she knelt there impaled and unmoving, finally pulling herself free and rolling unconscious onto her side.

Jack left the sweet shop and strolled down the street. Another negative. He was starting to get irritated. There had to be someone in this place that had seen those girls, however briefly. Amber, at least, was not a girl you overlooked, nor forget quickly, especially if you were male.

He went through the big wooden door of an old Cafe and sat down in a corner table, ordering a drink. When the girl brought it, she could hardly fail to spot the two pictures on the table, or the thousand dollar bill next to them. She looked like she'd been shot, her eyes opening wide as she saw counted the zeros.

She looked quickly at Jack, then back to the counter where the manager stood. She quickly dropped his drink on the table and moved away. Jack's eyes narrowed. There had been something there, he was sure. She knew something, but was afraid to say anything.

He scooped the bill and pictures into his pocket and quickly finished his drink. Ten minutes later he was parked just down the street from the Cafe, able to see the front door and the side parking lot. It was possible she would go out the back and down the alley, but he rather doubted it.

Hours later she came out and walked down the street. He waited until she was a block ahead, then started the car and followed. Too public, he decided after a couple of blocks. He parked and got out, following behind on foot.

Ten minutes later, she stopped in front of a townhouse and unlocked the door. The door closed behind her and Jack eased into some bushes. He watched for a minute, then turned and left. He'd be back, after dark, then the lady was going to answer his questions, one way or another.

Devon was allowed to sleep for two hours, then Franz slapped her awake. He had a cattle prod in his hands and he put her through a dog's paces, forcing her to kneel, crawl, sit, heel, and beg. Anytime she was slow to respond he touched the tip of the prod to her cunt or tits or ass and white fire screamed along her never endings.

Amber performed right along side her, moving instantly to whatever command she was given. Both had been reduced to dazed terrified animals, waiting for a command to obey, fearing the lash or the prod. Freda sat in a chair watching, a cold smile on her lips.

She watched as Franz and Marc put the girl's through their paces, training them in the arts of deep throating cocks and rimming assholes. They made a lovely pair, she thought. "Stop." she called. Both girls halted instantly, kneeling beside one another, asses high. "Devon. Come." Devon crawled back to her quickly, stopping by her chair. Freda rose and picked up the strap-on dildo. "Stand up." Devon jumped to her feet, then almost fell down. Freda had to steady her with one muscular arm.

She slid the straps up the girl's legs and fastened the thing tightly against her crotch. "Go and fuck Amber." she instructed. Devon dropped to her hands and knees and crawled back to where Amber knelt. She mounted her, kneeling upright, hands on Amber's flanks as she slid the tip of the dildo into her friend's cunt.

She slowly sank the thing into Amber's cunt to the hilt as the three adults watched. "Fuck her HARD!" Franz said. "Fuck her FAST!" Freda called.

At once she began to tear the dildo in and out of Amber's cunt tunnel, ignoring the girl's squeal of pain and whimper of fear. She pounded the rubber cock in and out of the moist cunt before her, her hips hammering back and forth as she skewered the brunette's cunt-chute.

"Reach around and squeeze those big tits, Devon." Freda ordered.

Devon complied, sinking her fingers into Amber's big fat jiggling tits as they swayed back and forth beneath her. She clutched them tightly, opening and closing her fingers repeatedly as she fucked into Amber's twat. "Twist her tits. Tear them off!" Franz shouted.

Amber whimpered and Devon moaned in misery and confusion. She clamped her hands tightly around the big meaty tits hanging beneath her girlfriend's chest and began to twist them from side to side, pulling them hard, trying to rip them free from her chest.

Amber cried and wept with pain and fuck pleasure. Her groin heaved and shook and trembled in the throes of orgiastic bliss. She humped back against Devon, the pain in her tits throwing her into a powerful explosive cum that sent her senses reeling.

"Stop." Freda said.

Devon stopped pumping, her chest heaving with exertion.

Push her onto her back and fuck her like that."

Devon looked down at Amber in confusion and Franz put his foot on Amber's chest and shoved, making her fall on her side. Devon then helped her roll onto her back. Her legs naturally fell wide and Devon lay on her, placing the cock back into her pussy and driving it deep.

She began to fuck into Amber again, their tits rubbing against each other as she slid up and down Amber's body. She drove the cock high into Amber's little cunt hole, feeling it crushing against something hard up inside the girl's belly, but unable to slow down or ease off.

"Kiss her! Suck her tits. Squeeze them!" The watchers called. Devon and Amber kissed furiously, their lips crushing together in a harsh imitation of passion. Only for Amber it was the real thing. Devon rutted desperately against her, fucking the big fat rubber dick up and down the brunette's cunt-pipe.

She felt the cunt's resistance wavering, one moment weakening, one moment strengthening, and knew instinctively that Amber was coming. Amber thew her legs around Devon and slammed her cunt up onto the impaling rubber cock, moaning and sobbing with pleasure as she came yet again, her tired, aching body bouncing and shaking through the fiery climax.

It was midnight. Jack moved like a shadow across the road and into the garden alongside the barmaids home. He stopped, his eyes glancing from side to side. He waited as minutes passed. Nothing. He slunk along the wall and probed at windows, then slid to his knees by a basement window.

It pushed open easily. He took out his knife and cut the screen free, then slid through the window and fell lightly to the floor, landing in a crouch. He didn't move, looking around with the night vision infra-red glasses. Nobody was here.

He eased the window closed and crept up the stairs, stopping at the top to listen. Again there was nothing. The door eased open a crack and he looked through. Nothing. He moved through the small kitchen and out into the living room/dining room. The girl wasn't there.

Upstairs then, he thought. He moved quietly up them and looked around in the small, narrow hall. There were three doors, one of which was open and showed the bathroom. The other two doors were closed. One was on his right, the other on his left.

The door on his left showed a small crack of light from beneath the door. Not so on his left. He moved to the door on his left and slowly turned the knob. It wasn't locked and the door opened inward. He looked through into a small bedroom. There was a narrow bed in the center of the room and a woman slept soundly in it.

He closed the door and moved back to the other side of the hall, where the door showed a light. Patience is a virtue, he told himself. He went back downstairs and waited. An hour later, he moved back to the door. The light was off. He eased it open and went inside.

The room was bright enough for his eyes, being lit from a streetlight near the open window. The woman was asleep in her bed. Jack moved next to the bed, taking out a small loop of rope from his jacket. The barmaid slept on her side, with her hands within a foot or so of each other.

He slid the loop around one hand, then gently lifted the other hand and brought it closer, looping the rope around it. Suddenly he jerked the rope tight, shoving his hand over her mouth as he bound her wrists together and pulled the rope up above her head, wrapping it several times around the bedpost.

"Now we can talk." He whispered, grinning at the wide eyed woman. She struggled briefly, but realized she could do nothing and settled down, her eyes still wide and fearful. She slept in the nude, and the sheets had slid down over her breasts to her stomach as she had struggled.

He took a moment to appreciate their bountiful size and fleshy roundness before his eyes slid down her smooth, white stomach to the edge of the covers just below her belly button. He sat down on the bed and lit a cigarette, blowing the smoke towards the window. The girl stared at him, now and then jerking her hands against the rope holding them in place.

She looked to be around twenty or so, and had short, straight brown hair, falling around her round face. Bangs fell just above the eyes. Her nose was slightly too sharp, but her body, from what he could see above the covers was lush and firm.

"Now then. I want you to tell me everything you know about those two missing girls."

She stared up at him, unmoving. Jack slipped some bills out of his jacket. They were hundred dollar bills, as the girl could clearly see. He laid one down on her belly, then laid another next to it, and a third next to that.

"It can be very profitable for you to cooperate, my dear. Nobody knows I'm here. Nobody will see me leave." He placed a fourth bill on her chest, between her round breasts. He flicked a fifth under her nose, then slid it teasingly back and forth across her right nipple before placing it on her breast.

"On the other hand... " He pulled a long, ugly looking knife from his sleeve and held it up before her eyes. It was thin and razor sharp. He slid the cold metal over her left nipple, not deep enough to cut, then upended the knife, letting the tip stand against her nipple.

The weight of the knife pressed down on the tender little piece of flesh, sticking the sharp point into her skin as she moaned fearfully. "So you see, the most logical thing for you to do, is to come clean for me. Tell me what I want to know, and we'll both be better off for the experience."

He held the knife just under her nose as he pulled his hand away from her mouth. "Talk to me." he said.

"I don't know anything." she whined.

"That's not what I want to hear." he said, his voice a cold hiss. He placed a bill over her left breast and another on her forehead. "Don't be a foolish child." he advised her. "Tell me what I want to know."

"Money is not good to me if I'm dead." she gulped. "True. But death is a far off possibility, unless off course..." he slid the knife against her throat." you irritate me too much."

She swallowed nervously as her eyes tried to follow the knife. "You won't hurt me." she said. "You're some kind of policeman."

"I assure you I am not a policeman... Heidi." he said, catching the name from the tag on her uniform blouse, which was hanging on a bedpost. "I'm not even a German."

"You don't frighten me." she said.

"Don't I?"

He pulled the edge of the blanket down, tossing it aside to reveal her nudity completely. The knife slid along her flesh between her breasts, sliding down to her crotch.

"I have killed a large number of people, sweetheart." he said. He slowly and carefully, began to shave the top of her brown pubic thatch. Heidi held still, fearing he would cut her badly if she jerked aside. He scraped away at her cunt fur, getting closer and closer to her slit.

"I don't know anything!" she whined, her eyes following the knife.

"Try to remember something. I'm sure you have a very good memory." He shaved lower. Now she had only a tiny line of hair above her slit. Jack pulled her right leg wide and poked her left thigh with the tip of the knife, forcing her to spread wide.

"Wider." he said, very calmly. He poked her thigh again, and she winced, pulling her leg apart even more, so the thigh tendons stretched painfully. He began to shave alongside her slit with the knife, humming softly.

"Please." she gasped. "I know nothing."

"Don't believe you." he said, distractedly.

His fingers pushed down on her flesh, easing it aside as the knife scraped continuously. He moved it over her cuntslit, pulling at individual hairs. He began to pull the hairs up, then cut them one by one. "Come now, my dear. Think of something." he said, cutting another long hair.

"When I run out of hair, I'm going to have to start on skin." he said, cutting another few hairs. She only had a few left. Then they were gone and her cunt was almost entirely bare. Only stubble remained. He slid the tip of the knife against her cunt slit and lightly moved it up and down between her pussy lips.

"I'm losing my patience he said, sliding the sharp edged knife just inside her pussy.

"I... I may have seen them." she gasped.

"Uh hummmm." he said, sliding his fingers into her slit and spreading her cunt lips. He searched upward and found her clitty, then pulled on it, sliding the edge of the knife against it.

"Now the thing about this is," he said. "That many countries, such as those in Africa and the Middle-east, perform clitorectomies on females so they can't become sluts. It won't kill you, but it will make any further sex for you rather unenjoyable." He slid the knife against her stretched clitty and her eyes bugged out in terror.

"Don't! Don't! I'll tell you!"

"Excellent." he gazed up at her expectantly.

"Please, take it away." she whispered.

"Well, for now." he pulled the knife away and let go of her clit.

"I... I saw them that day."

"In your Cafe?" She nodded.

"What were they doing in there?"

"They came in for a drink."

"And who were they with?"

"They came in alone. They... they met a woman there."

"Who was she?"

"I don't know."

He tsked and shook his head, reaching between her pussy lips for her clit again. His fingers isolated it and pulled up on it as she hissed with fear. "Please! I don't know who she is!"

"Then why wouldn't you tell the police? Why would you be afraid of telling me? You know a lot my sweet and I'm going to get it from you one way or another." He slid the sharp knife against her clitty and she whimpered in fear.

"It was the Countess Schimmler!"

"I see. And who is the Countess Schimmler?"

"She... she lives in the castle north of town. She owns much of Rohlburghe."

"What does she do up there?"

"We don't know, but she has many many visitors. They are powerful men with bodyguards. People don't talk about them. If they do, they get fired and evicted. They have to leave town. If they cause trouble, they disappear."

"To where?"

"Nobody knows. They just disappear."

"I see."

"So nobody knows what she does up there, yet everyone is afraid of her?"

"Sometimes... sometimes we hear things, if we are near the castle and the wind is right."

"What things?"

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