"Drugged into sin" - читать интересную книгу автора (Jenkins Peter)

CHAPTER SEVEN

Jimmy moved to a hotel not far from the house where Christine was staying and waited for Price to get in touch with him. He had seen Chris in the afternoons and they had made love in his room or in hers, but he had not seen Price since that one afternoon. Finally, Price sent one of his men to see him and he was told that his first job was for the next night and that George would pick him up and take him back to the "hideout".

He felt a certain apprehension at his first venture into crime, but it seemed such an ordinary sort of crime that aside from its degree, he tried to look on it as simply as smuggling an extra quart of liquor through customs as he had done when he had returned from the Bahamas on vacation one Spring Vacation at school. He was just going to transport some whiskey to be sold at an under-retail price, and it really didn't seem to be too big of a thing.

At the hideout everyone was waiting, only none of the girls were there, and he wondered where Christine was at that moment.

He had no way of knowing that at that very moment she was being madly screwed by some of Price's preferred clientele at a very private party and as a result of the drugs, was enjoying every minute of it!

"Okay," Price said. "You other two can take the wagon, just in case we get more than we bargained for."

Jimmy wondered what could possibly go wrong. Wasn't this supposed to be easy, nothing to it. Wasn't that what Price had said? Anyway, it was too late now for him to back out.

It was just after midnight when they started through the dark streets, each car taking a different route. In the back of the wagon, there were a few pieces of furniture as a disguise.

He drove easily, following Price's instructions and wound his way through some of the back alleys of Harlem.

"All right," Price said. "That'll do, pull over to that corner." They had been driving for about a half an hour.

He pulled up just beyond the corner, away from the street light, which yellowed the sooty walls of the last row of tenement houses. They sat there for awhile and waited, but Jimmy didn't have enough nerve to ask why. He was content to let things take their course.

In a few minutes, the occupants of the van skidded round a corner at the opposite end of the street, saw them and turned down an alleyway, going up on the narrow pavement at one side and pulled in front of them, barely missing the side of the car.

"Okay, follow them," Price commanded sharply.

He slipped the car into gear and the car sped down the dim street and turned the corner after the van. They crossed a broader street still following the large truck in front of them until he saw the iron gates of the dock area.

"What about the man at the gate," he asked.

"That's okay," Price growled, "he's a friend of ours."

They swept through the gate and Jimmy glanced at the little sentry box at the entrance to the dock. There was no guard!

He followed the van, feeling suddenly apprehensive and on edge. They dodged among a number of long heavy wooden buildings and then along a concrete runway. He pulled into the shadow of one of the buildings just behind the van. Price opened the door of the car and jumped out.

"Just hang on a moment," he called to Jimmy, "we'll see if the coast is clear."

He disappeared behind the building with George and other two men, each in their respective cars.

He waited impatiently, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel nervously, and was surprised at the difference in his nerve between now and when he felt he had smuggled the booze out of the Bahamas. He stared round at the little rear window and saw another one of Price's men standing there, grinning back at him.

After several minutes, Price reappeared and motioned to them as he climbed into the van that he had been following.

The caravan of automobiles moved around to the back of the dock warehouse, where the broad doors had already been opened and the rest of Price's men were hauling crates to the outside and loading them into the car and into the van.

"Hurry up, you guys," Price barked, standing beside the cab of the van. "The narks are at the other end now, but they'll be down this way before too long!" As he spoke, he looked at Jimmy.

"When we're ready to go," he said quietly, "just turn round this warehouse and go back the way we came."

"Okay," Jimmy heard himself answering. He felt some admiration for Price's cool and organizational manner. It was just a matter of habit, he surmised.

The men worked rapidly and smoothly for about another ten minutes and by that time all the crates had been loaded into the van and the car, with the blind of furniture covering them.

Jimmy was surprised that there wasn't a night watchman or some sort of guard watching the place, but he didn't know anything about this sort of thing, and obviously Price had had it all planned.

The loading was finished and George was pushing the last crate straight and the rest were moving back to the van when Price saw two figures in the distance coming up the long concrete lane between the warehouses.

"Christ," he snapped. "Get out of here fast, the narks!"

As he spoke, the van shot forward and disappeared around the building. Jimmy could feel a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead and his palms. Now was the time to be cool, he told himself, trying to regain his composure. He slipped the car into gear once again and drove towards the two figures which had now broken into a fast run and were flashing powerful flash lights down the dimly lit walk, and then, he too, turned quickly around in back of the warehouse and skidded into the direction from which he had come.

"Speed it up," Price snapped, "or they'll get us at the gate."

He put his foot down to the floor, swerving dangerously round the building, missing the corners by inches and caught the van just as they, too, reached the gate and screeched through the narrow opening.

"Nice going," Price complimented him, and he began to unwind somewhat after their close call.

Behind them somewhere he heard a police siren as they raced at breakneck speed through the narrow, deserted alleyways and into the streets.

They had managed to shake the police and they slowed down as they neared the respectable east side street of the hideout, swerved into the garage and the doors closed behind them.

All the men were waiting inside the house when they walked in through an entrance which he had never seen before.

"A nice clean job," he said. "It was the driving that did it. We were almost in a spot when the narks showed up!"

"Well, we have enough stuff to last for awhile," one of the men chuckled.

"Yes indeed, we're in the chips again," another added.

Jimmy was relieved that it was over and he felt more involved with the gang than he had expected to be, but it was too late now for regrets. An uneasy feeling came over him and he felt that now he was among the marked men, the men that the police searched out in every nook and cranny of the city, even a city as big as New York.

"We'd better stay here until morning," Price warned. "Then I'll start to get rid of the stuff. Quite a few classy people are going to be very pleased!" He laughed wickedly, glancing all around the room.

He awoke in the morning, surprised that he had slept at all and wondered what time it was. He looked around the room and they were all there and Christine had joined them along with one or two other girls.

Price looked at him as he struggled up from the narrow couch.

"Just going to wake you up," he said, "It's time we were going."

He looked up and stared at Christine, thinking how lovely she was and how much he loved her. She smiled down at him and gave his hand an affectionate squeeze.

Jimmy picked up the first edition of the evening paper which Christine had just brought over which meant that it must be after six o'clock. He glanced at the headlines aware of the fact that Christine was following his every movement, then his eyes spotted a tiny headline, "Gang broke into New York Docks last night. Overpowered guard and watchman, stole large quantity of dangerous drugs, escaped. Drugs valued at several hundred thousand dollars."

He read the passage three times and looked slowly up from the paper. The first eyes he met were those of Christine. They were looking at him with the hesitant, shy look to which he had become so accustomed lately. She was waiting for his reaction before she said anything.

"This is us!" he said, holding the paper towards Price.

"That's right," Price answered almost jovially. "We really took them for a big haul this time! We weren't quite sure how you'd take it, so we had to invent the whiskey business until we got to know you better!"

The look of shock on his face must have been obvious, and Christine moved to his side.

"I didn't know, Jimmy. Honestly, I didn't know," she said.

Her eyes looked at him pleadingly, begging for understanding and she was almost in tears as she clutched for his hand.

Dangerous drugs, he thought. That wasn't exactly what he had bargained for, but as he looked around the room, he knew that there would be no way to escape from this web of crime he had become involved in without being aware of it.

"What sort of drugs," he finally had the courage to ask as his face turned an ashen color and he was afraid that he would be sick.

Price reached into his pocket and pulled out a small package which contained a sugar like substance.

"Heroin!" he gasped.

"That's right," Price agreed cheerfully. "It was going to the hospital, but they can get plenty more very easily. Our clients aren't so lucky."

"But that's a federal offense," Jimmy interjected. "It's piggish, you prey on people's weaknesses!"

"Not at all," Price retorted. "We didn't give these people the taste for it. We merely supply their demands."

"Besides, anything worth this kind of money, is a serious offense, as far as the law is concerned!" he added.

Jimmy looked at the others around the room to see if anyone else agreed with him, but he was met with just blank stares. He turned to Christine and her eyes were downcast at the floor.

"Well, it's just not exactly what I had in mind. Sorry fellows," Jimmy said.

"I wouldn't be so hasty in your decision," Price almost shouted at him. "You were brought to us by Christine, even though she didn't know exactly what the story was, and now it's too late to back out. We can't let you out now, you know too much and you wouldn't like anything to happen to your little girlfriend here now, would you?"

Jimmy looked at Price's sensual face and it was the hardest face that he had ever seen. He was in a trap, a horrible web of circumstance from which he could not escape.

"What do you think you can do if I just leave and take Christine with me," he asked.

"The police have a way of finding people once they've been tipped off and it's amazing how the narcotics squad find out about people who try to leave. We can't afford that kind of publicity, so it looks as if you're stuck!"

"Well, what good am I to you now, what good is Christine, now that we know?" he interjected.

"Oh, I see, it's that way," Price added.

Christine was almost cringing in one corner, hoping that Jimmy would shut up, so that Price would not be forced to tell him just what sort of thing that she was involved in.

"The only time when there is honor among thieves is when you are useful to us, and I told you how useful you are as a driver. You didn't lose control or blow your cool last night, so right now, you are valuable to us, and that is your only protection."

He glanced at Christine and her eyes were looking at Price with hatred. It was just a second, but Price caught her hateful look and walked across the room towards her.

His hard, cold eyes were blazing as he looked at her and his hand slashed cruelly across her face and she fell backwards.

"You can expect her to take more of this if you decide to back out now," he quipped, "not to mention what will happen to you!"

Jimmy stood there completely frozen to his spot. He knew that it was no good to try to play the knight in shining armor and avenge the slap, because there were too many of the others in the room and things would only get worse and both of them could be badly hurt or even killed.

Why, he thought to himself, did she get me involved with this type of operation. But then he realized that she, herself, must have been desperate to have approached him. This explained a lot of her moods and hesitant feelings she had had during the past week!

He was unable to say anything, do anything, and Price slapped Christine again, this time across her full, well shaped breasts and she fell limply backwards into a chair.

She began to sob quietly while he looked on. She looked at him understandingly, knowingly and her eyes begged him to remain silent.

He was unable to contain himself any longer and he started to her aid.

"Leave her!" Price commanded. "Mind your own business!"

"But she is my business," he replied and once again started towards the chair where she had fallen.

All of a sudden there were hands holding him down so that he could not move and he could feel a swift kick soundly in his groin and he cringed in pain.

She got to her feet and tossed her head in an effort to show Jimmy that she wasn't really hurt that badly. Her face was crimson from the blows she had endured, but moved to a bed and sat down, her fists clenched, her eyes staring at the ceiling so that she would be able to fight back the tears.

Price looked at her for a moment longer, his mouth twisted in a menacing grimace as he nonchalantly tucked his tie back into his coat.

"All right. Let the gentleman go," he commanded to the other men that were holding him down. "You shouldn't treat class that way."

He walked around to the drawer in a desk and drew out a fat wad of bills and laid them in front of Jimmy.

"That's another little advance," he said. "There will be more when we dump the stuff, so why not just sit back and cooperate like a good little boy." He was laughing sadistically, and went to sit on the couch next to Christine.

She tried to move away from his touch as he reached out to grab her by the knee, but his fingers closed tightly around the flesh of her thigh.

Jimmy looked at him and then at Christine. She was in tears, and trembling.

"Please don't touch me. You've got what you wanted. Why don't you just let us alone!" she said.

Price laughed sadistically as his hand began to slide up to the fleshy part of her thigh and his fingers pinched the warm, soft skin on the inside of her legs.

Jimmy looked at her challengingly, but her eyes met his with a cold stare as she tried to stop the tears from flowing, hoping that he would just leave and wait for the next phone call, the call for another job.

He started to walk to the door when he felt a hand on his shoulder and a voice said, "What's your hurry, son? Why not wait and see the entertainment."

He didn't know exactly what they had in mind, but the grip that was biting into his shoulder blades told him that he had better turn around and stay at the house if only for a little while.

When he went back into the room he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Several of the girls had already stripped down to the brassieres and panties and were tantalizing the men to come join them on the couches. He looked for Christine, but he could not see her. Finally, after a few minutes he heard her voice coming from a door at the far end of the room, crying and pleading with Price.

"You promised me that nothing would happen to Jimmy. You promised that you would never let him know what was happening!" she was sobbing uncontrollably.

"Well, my dear," he said, "since your boyfriend has decided to go straight on us I don't see that I have any choice. After all, the only real hold I have on him is you, you and your beautiful body, your prowess in bed and I can't let that get away. Even if he should try, we still have you and I couldn't let you leave us that easily. After all, you are the best lay in the house, you satisfy every horny bastard that I send around to you, so you too are valuable. Besides, you would miss all the loving you get from Price and his boys now, wouldn't you?" It was more of a statement than a question.

"But you couldn't do that, even you have that much of a sense of promise," she said, trying to appeal to his sensitivity, which was totally lacking.

Jimmy headed towards the direction of the voice in an effort to help her, but in a second there were two men holding him back into the larger room.

"That's okay," Price said. "Let the little boy come in and watch. Let him see his virginal girlfriend in action. Maybe that will change his mind about going to the cops."

All at once the arms that had been holding him back were dragging him into the smaller anteroom where Price was holding Christine. His hands were around her waist and then he appeared he let his hands wander up to the soft, full mounds of her breasts, cupping them and juggling them as if they were made of jelly.

Jimmy tried to break loose and grab her from his lustful hold, but the arms once again grabbed out at him and he could feel himself being pinned to the wall.

"Hold him for just a moment, let him see what his little bitch is about to do to make old Daddy Price happy!" His eyes were lit with passion and cruelty, and there was nothing that he could do and Christine's struggles were futile.

He was being held fast while he watched Price run his hands up and down the soft, voluptuous curves of her body, pinching, fondling, cruelly caressing every inch of her flesh. Christine was struggling, trying to get away from his vise-like grip, but it was useless, his hands were like the claws of a crab, biting and hurting, digging into her and not about to let go.

Jimmy tried to close his eyes and his mind to what was about to happen to his tender sweetheart but his head was forced back up against the wall. "Open your eyes," Price hissed over at him. "I want you to see this!"

Christine looked across at him, her eyes begging with him to understand that she could not help what was going to happen any more than he could help what had happened to him the previous night.

Price dragged her back into the corner of the smaller room and he could hear the tearing of cloth and he knew that Christine was being stripped naked.

The men forced Jimmy around the room until he stood directly opposite a small, dim light that was burning in the corner. Price was busily rummaging at Christine's clothing. He was standing behind her and had ripped off her blouse, revealing her brassiere and the full, supple orbs that protruded from above the cloth. His hand was working itself inside the binding until he reached the tender nipple of her breasts. The other hand was tugging at the waistband of her skirt, ripping the buttons and pulling the thin material to the floor. She stood there completely without outer clothing, dressed in her flimsy underwear… her brassiere, silk bikini panties, garter belt and stockings and shoes. She was struggling against his power, but it was doing no good, because his massive hands soon found the tiny, red nipples of her breasts and were tweaking them cruelly until they stood completely erect.

"Man, look at those tits," Price said huskily. "I can't wait to get my tongue around those babies."

Jimmy gasped, he could not stand the thought of anyone else touching his girl, the girl he loved so much, the girl with whom he had shared so many tender moments of love lately. Their lovemaking had not been out of depravity, lustfulness, it had been out of love, tender love and he could not bear the thought of anyone else touching her body.

He tried to free himself from the hands that held him fast to the wall, but with each renewed effort he was forced backwards until his head slammed soundly into the plaster, causing his ears to ring.

Price had unfastened the hooks of Christine's brassiere and was tugging at the straps in an effort to release the binding from her body. She could do nothing to stop him as he roughly pulled the thin silk straps so tight and furiously that they finally broke and her breasts stood out like two white cones, full and resilient. Price's hands covered them harshly, pinching the soft flesh of her bosom and tweaking her pink nipples into erectness so that they stood out provocatively, temptingly.

The other men in the group caught their breath and you could hear a huge gasp sound throughout the room.

"Aren't they beauties," he laughed. "Think of sucking on these mounds."

The men watched him jealously as he fondled her sensitive breasts, squeezing them into various shapes, leaving deep, red fingerprints wherever he touched.

She watched the men as they glared at her and finally her eyes had the courage to meet Jimmy's once again. He was standing there helplessly, watching the horrible degradation and humiliation of her body, the body that he loved and cherished so much.

Price's hands began to wander further down her body until he was holding her tightly around her slim waist, forcing her buttocks back into his pelvis. She could feel the bulge of his cock through the material of his pants and she knew that there was no way that he would be left unsatisfied, and that Jimmy and all of the other men would be there to watch her ultimate humiliation and shame as he planted his seed of lust deep inside her unwilling body.

The panting in the room began almost a roar and Jimmy, in spite of his revulsion could feel his penis begin to stiffen within the confines of his trousers. The sight of this beautiful girl, his girl, bare-breasted in front of him, would cause any man to desire her regardless of the circumstances.

Price could no longer control himself with just the feeling of her breasts and he let his hands slide down inside her silk panties until he could find the clasp of her garter belt. Deftly he unhooked the eyes that held the belt up and let it fall casually aside, giving his fingers more room to explore what was being concealed inside the soft covering of silk over her crotch. His fingers began to work swiftly at tugging the restricting panties down and letting the garter belt fall until she stood in front of him and the men completely naked except for her stockings which were hanging loosely around her knees.

The men that were holding Jimmy were finding it difficult to keep their grasp on him because of the burning within their own loins. Every man present was worked to fever pitch and wanted to take her, rape her, and impale her with their own lust-hardened cocks.

But Price was having the time of his life, running his hands over every curve on her body, twisting her breasts, pinching the sensitive nipples until they ached and then slowly running his hands down her body again until they rested web-like on the softness of her belly.

Christine tried to break away from his grip by throwing her body forward, but instead she fell forward onto the bed that was in the middle of the room and her stockings dropped to her ankles.

Without wasting a moment Price fell on top of her in order to prevent her from escaping and held her roughly to the mattress.

He commanded one of the men to pull off her stockings so that he would have better leverage and one of the thugs came forward and ripped the silk stockings from her legs. Now she lay there completely naked, vulnerable for all to see and for Price to do with as he pleased.

Jimmy was frozen to the wall, he knew that it was no use for him to struggle any longer. There was no way that he could protect her. He still didn't know that she had submitted to this kind of treatment many times in the weeks previous to his finding her.

She lay whimpering on the bed, trembling uncontrollably as she felt Price's hungry hands begin to explore the lower part of her body. He held her down until he could move one thigh over her body, pinning her helplessly and only then did his hands begin to roam into every secret crevice of her cringing form.

His fingers felt, pinched and prodded at every inch of her soft, white flesh until they finally came to rest on her pubic mound and tease obscenely at the soft blond hair. He pinched the full fleshy lips causing her to twitch and cry out in pain, but it was to no avail.

"Just wait, baby," he chuckled menacingly, "I ain't begun nothin' yet."

His fingers again fondled at the fleshy, red lips of her vagina and pulled at them gently at first and then slowly increased the pressure and pulled them wide apart. She could not help herself and in spite of her fear and shame at Jimmy watching she was beginning to feel tiny pangs of passion building up within her own loins, but she tried to fight it.

She thought to herself that she couldn't let herself get carried away by this pig of a man, especially while Jimmy was watching. It was too degrading and she clenched her eyes tightly shut and prayed for the strength to resist. She couldn't let it go any further. But, his maddening fingers prodded constantly at the opening of her vaginal passage, pushing gently, then roughly against the lips of her cunt and teasing the hard bud of her clitoris. She began to shake under his touch, the fire in her loins beginning to build almost to a fever pitch.

Oh God, no! she thought. I can't let this happen to me. I can't react to this animal. Please dear God don't let it happen… don't let it happen!

His hands rubbed her private parts menacingly and he growled, "You're going to beg me for it, baby. Just you wait! You're going to beg me to put my cock inside you! We're gonna show this pip-squeak boyfriend what a hot little bitch you really are!"

She tried to cry out, No, you won't. I won't let you, but the words stuck in her throat as her body began to involuntarily grind beneath his hands.

His fingers were prying the lips of her already moistened pussy apart until he could see the open, wet orifice of her cunt and roughly slipped one finger in all the way up to the hilt. He wiggled it teasingly, scraping at the walls of the warm, wet channel and she moved against his hand as if she had no control. When he had tantalized her enough with just one finger, he pushed another into her opening, stretching her vaginal passage further and further apart. His two fingers worked rapidly inside her, pushing her and pulling her at their will, teasing her for something bigger to fill the suddenly burning channel between her legs.

She bucked her body back against his fingers as if she were begging for more. She was wet with passion and she almost forgot that she had an audience.

"That's it, baby! Beg your old daddy for it. Work into me!" Price whispered huskily, his eyes glistening in triumph across the room at the horrified boy.

Jimmy was now numb from watching the obscene spectacle and he could feel the bulge in his trousers involuntarily growing larger and larger.

"Look at the little boyfriend," Price spat at the men holding him to the wall. Then he jerked up Christine's head until her eyes were just even with the fly of Jimmy's pants.

"I think he wants some too," he laughed wickedly. "Too bad right now, you'll have to wait your turn fellow! I got first cracks at this hot little bitch." He had a cruel glint in his eyes and his face was contorted with passion as he spoke.

"You should feel this tight little pussy. It's so wet and smooth. It's going to be like hot butter when I shove my prick up in it." He hissed to the men as he cruelly taunted them both.

"She's going to have to beg me for it, and I want her boyfriend to hear her pleas for me to fuck her and make her cum. I'm sure he'll like hearing his sweet little girl screaming for a cock between her legs."

She could feel his fingering make her writhe and push against his hand. She wanted to be satisfied. She wanted a huge, hard prick to be buried into her, all up to her belly. She wanted to feel a man's hardened penis thrust into her until she could make them cum inside her hot cunt and make it cum inside her hot cunt and make it deflate like an old inner tube. That was her real satisfaction, making the hard, stiff massive rods of manhood deflate inside her weakly and helplessly until she could scream with delight.

She didn't know that she was developing a masochistic streak in her, but she had been handled, pinched and fingered by so many men in the past few weeks that her only pleasure came from making those massive, menacing pricks limp again. Of course, she herself would cum before she afforded them that pleasure of burying their sperm deep inside her channel.

Price's fingers were working feverishly inside her cunt, scraping the sensitive walls of her vagina roughly and making the juices of her sex flow until she was completely flooded with the warm, teasing liquid of desire.

He could feel the moisture from her vagina as it rolled down his fingers and into the palm of his hand.

She was ready, the little bitch, he thought, but I'm gonna make her wait before I afford her the pleasure of my cock inside her tight little pussy.

Her body bucked back against his and she gasped for breath. "God damn it, FUCK ME! Put it in me, put it in me!" she cried out between her shortened breaths.

"No, you little, bitch. Not yet. You're gonna show us what stamina you have. When I get through with you, you won't want anyone else, but everyone else is going to have you… including your precious boyfriend. And then, I can watch."

His other hand had found its way back to the fullness of her breasts and he was pinching the nipples with brute force until she was crying out in pain, while his other fingers continued their maddening manipulations inside her vagina. It didn't seem as if she could stand this teasing any longer and she could hear herself pleading with Price to fuck her and fuck her hard.

"Put it in me! Put it in me now," she begged. "I can't stand it any longer!"

Jimmy could not believe what he was hearing, but his own denied passion was building to a point that it didn't matter who the girl on the bed was – nothing mattered but the teasing ache in his loins.

Price glanced up once again and called to one of the girls in the other room.

"Nancy, come here," he commanded.

A second later, an older dark haired girl came into the room and walked to the bed.

"Yes sir," she answered. "Anything at all that I can do for you?" she laughed.

"Take care of that young man being held against the wall, while I fuck his precious little girlfriend silly here."

"It would be my pleasure," she answered.

She moved across the room to where Jimmy was being held and slowly and tantalizingly ran her hand over his hardened manhood beneath his trousers.

"Uuummmm, he's very large and very hard," she murmured. "This I will enjoy."

Christine lifted her head from the bed horrified while she watched the other girl begin to fondle Jimmy until he began to squirm against her touch. He was being driven out of his mind. He could feel the hands on his shoulders begin to loosen as she increased her ardent fondling of his penis. He could feel the warmth of her hands through his trousers and as much as he tried to fight it, he could feel his penis begin to throb and jerk with each further caress.

Slowly she let her fingers pull at the fly of his trousers and unzip the confining material. His cock jerked against the cotton of his shorts and ached to be freed. She let her fingers reach inside and gently pull out his pulsating phallus until it jerked upwards against his belt. She watched it fascinated for a moment as it bobbed up and down, completely in her power. Finally she loosened the belt of his pants and let them fall to the floor. She took his throbbing young cock in her hands and rubbed it sensuously, up and down, slowly pulling the foreskin back and forth as if it were soft, resilient rubber.

He could feel the pressure building in his loins as this strange girl played with his prick. At the same time he was watching with horrified fascination the gyrations that Christine was going through trying to get Price to finally screw her. The lewd combination was exciting him as he had never been excited before.

Finally the girl dropped to her knees and placed her mouth near his pulsating rod, blowing her hot breath over it temptingly. He tried to force his hips forward towards her mouth in a desperate effort to force her to take his tortured rod inside and suck it until the blood-filled head would explode. But, she was too clever for that, she knew how to prolong his agony and worked to that end.

Slowly she let her tongue run over the tender underside of his penis, breathing heavily, enveloping his manhood with her warm saliva. Her tongue slithered up and down his young, but immense cock, never quite taking it completely into her mouth. She was driving him out of his mind, and she knew it.

While she continued her tantalizing, Price was still working furiously on Christine. He withdrew his fingers from her hot, wet vagina and began to run his mouth over every part of her body, pausing briefly for a moment on her belly before he let his lips wander down further towards her now hungrily throbbing pussy.

His tongue licked her soft, pliant flesh, pushing little indents into it with each stab of his tongue. She quivered under his caress and tried to force her hips up towards his mouth in a desperate effort to quell the raging fire between her widespread legs. Price chuckled softly at her efforts and taunted: "I'll get to you when I feel like it. Meanwhile, you may as well relax and enjoy it, pussycat!" And he laughed out loud.

There was nothing that she could do to force his head and his wet, snaking mouth down between her loins. Her vagina ached with desire and she longed to be filled with manhood, at this point it didn't matter whose as long as she could feel it bury into her and make her cum as she had never cum before.

His tongue licked temptingly at the lips of her vaginal slit, but he did not venture any further than that for several minutes. He sucked furiously at the soft wet lips, and let his tongue tickle the hard bud of her clitoris until she was actually bucking and jerking uncontrollably on the bed.

"You want it, baby, you want it?" he teased between the wet lickings of his lips.

"Please… Please…" she begged. "I want it! I want you to fuck me! Someone fuck me!" she moaned.

One of the men who had been holding Jimmy volunteered, "I'll fuck her, boss. I'll fuck her good and proper. Can I fuck her?" he pleaded, for his own cock was throbbing nervously inside his pants.

Price lifted his head from her cunt for a moment and answered, "I'll let you know when you can get on her. Lay off, right now I'm having my fun. If you're so damn anxious, why don't you bugger the kid next to you," he said sneering at Jimmy, who was writhing desperately under the wildly sucking lips of the older girl.

Nancy was working her mouth up and down on the young boy's prick, pulling hard on the head as she withdrew her lips from around the fleshy, erect staff.

He felt himself going out of control and he knew that he could not hold back much longer or he would explode. His eyes were no longer fastened on Christine and Price, but solely on the oval-shaped mouth that was working so furiously down on his throbbing cock. He thrust his hips forward towards her open mouth, pushing his rod deep down into her throat until she almost choked.

"Hold it a minute, buddy," she sputtered. "I'm not the grand canyon, and you're not exactly under developed, you know."

The crudeness of her language only excited him more and he knew that his pulsing penis was about to burst. With one final effort he pushed deeply into her mouth and his hips began to jerk violently as he felt the flood of his sperm empty into the very depths of her throat and trickle wetly out the sides of her mouth.

"God, aaagggghhhhh, I'm cumming," he panted as his hips thrust forward in a final stab and he felt himself growing limp inside the grip of her lips.

She held his limp prick tight until his final spasmodic contraction and then at last let it fall limply out of her mouth as she fell exhaustedly to the floor.

"Nice work, Nance," Price called from the bed. "You do good work. In fact, you do your best work on your knees!" And he laughed again.

His mouth now was enveloping every fold of Christine's vagina, his tongue was stabbing deep into the channel of her cunt and she was begging for him to make her cum!

"I can't stand it anymore, have pity… fill me, fill me with your prick," she gasped. Slowly Price began to move up her body until he could feel his own penis jerking and throbbing between her wide spread thighs, inviting him into the depths of her tight, contracting pussy.

He knew that she was desperate and that she wanted to be fucked more than anything else in the world right at this moment, but he derived some sadistic pleasure from making her beg for it, and he was not about to let her have her way just yet.

She could feel the weight of his body as it moved up on her and she thought that he would take her at last, but he had other ideas.

Jimmy was limp and the men that had been holding him let him fall slowly to the floor as they began to masturbate themselves in order to gain their own personal satisfaction.

Price looked up and saw that both Jimmy and Nancy were lying crossways on the carpet and he shouted, "Bring him over here. I'm not through with him yet either!" Quickly the men grabbed his shoulders again and dragged him to the bedside, throwing him carelessly over Christine's prostrate body.

"Pull him up so his cock hangs in her face," he commanded, and the men jumped to obey him.

Jimmy opened his eyes and let them wander over the body that he had thought was so virginal and pure when he first took her, but now he was beginning to understand why she had been so afraid and so hesitant about taking him home. He wondered just how she got mixed up with this kind of man, but his mind was too full of other things to really comprehend the whole situation.

He felt himself being dragged across the bed until his limp, satiated cock lay across the face of his desire-wracked girl.

Christine did not waste any time grabbing the deflated penis of her school-mate lover and began to suck noisily on his limp staff. Jimmy had just been completely satisfied and he was not an experienced enough lover to be able to react to her demanding mouthing immediately.

Price chuckled wickedly, "I'll fuck you when you can make him hard enough again to cum in your mouth!" And he continued his teasing caresses on every part of her body, driving her almost out of her mind.

Christine was mouthing Jimmy's prick like a wild woman. She wanted to be satisfied so badly, yet she wasn't sure whether or not Jimmy would be able to become erect again.

"Noooo," she whispered. "Please take me now, and I'll do anything that you want me to do!"

Price ignored her pleas as he watched her voraciously sucking Jimmy's limp prick in her mouth in an effort to make him hard again.

"See, dear, I'm more of a man than you'll ever know again, and don't you forget it!" He spat at her.

"Your boyfriend is a one shot deal, one fuck and he's out of the game. Me… I can go all night!"

"Well, go on me now… I'm so ready. I want you, I want your prick inside me!" she begged.

He just laughed as he pinched her breasts cruelly, sadistically, and she jerked helplessly from the pain.

Jimmy lay half way on his side, his pelvis lying flat against the top of her head and his penis lying weakly over her face as she sucked and held it with her mouth, afraid to let it go for fear that it might lose the slight rigidity that she had already started, while Price's hands, mouth and fingers teased every nerve in her body.

Finally, she began to feel new life return to Jimmy's penis and she sucked furiously at the stem and the head of the stiffening rod of flesh. Slowly he began to react to her mouthing and his hips wiggled in back of her, trying to push his hardening penis further into her mouth and throat. Price looked up at the spectacle and delighted in the complete subservience that he held over the people who were unlucky enough to have fallen into his grasp.

Christine was wriggling her body, demanding to be fulfilled in her vagina while she sucked on Jimmy's penis and finally Price let his hand wander down to her vaginal opening once more. He grabbed her clitoris roughly between his thumb and forefinger and pinched it with brute force and she cried out. He shoved two fingers deep into the well of her cunt and wiggled them furiously. She could no longer contain herself and Price knew it, but he didn't want her to cum like this, besides he was just about at the breaking point himself.

He moved his body fully on top of hers and let his throbbing penis work its way to the lips of her vaginal slit and with one quick hip-thrusting stab, impaled her to the hilt.

"Aaaggghhhhhh," she moaned. "Yes, yes… yes, do it to me, fuck me good. That's it!" He began to move his hips up and down and in and out of her wet, hot vagina, feeling the walls of her cunt contract and relax around his pulsing rod. It was such a sweet agony. He watched her as she mouthed her boyfriend and gasped out to the men standing near the bed, "Hold his head up so he can see me fucking the daylights out of his proud little bitch. God, she's a hot one!"

The men grabbed Jimmy's head and pushed it forward so that he had a full view of Price's fucking and thrusting into Christine. His prick was growing thick and hot inside her mouth and the sight of the cruel fucking down between her legs only built him to a greater uncontrollable desire. He felt his loins tense again and he knew that he was about to cum for the second time within minutes.

Price continued his savage, humiliating stabs deep into the vagina of the passion-filled girl and he delighted in the thought that he had completely humiliated her, depraved her and reduced her to a complete animal, and all, all in front of the person she loved the most.

His own loins were becoming hotter and hotter and it would not be long before he would spill his load into her wanting vagina. He heard her moan and felt her writhing wildly underneath him as she was about to go into the throes of her own orgasm.

"Uuuggghhhh, oooohhhhhh… fuck me now deeper… deeper… I'm cumming," she gasped and her hips pushed up against his while her mouth searched once again for the penis she had let go just for the moment.

The sight of this lovely girl, lying there completely overcome in her own passion was too much for him to bear and he could feel the blood begin to boil in the end of his penis and surge up to the head of his prick. When he thrust this last time deep into her cervix, he felt himself explode in one gigantic orgasm, spilling all his hot, liquid sperm into the deepest part of her belly.

Finally, exhausted, he rolled off the top of her and rested alongside her perspiring body, completely satisfied.

He closed his eyes, but he could hear her young boyfriend gasping in the middle of his own orgasm and he knew that her other orifice was also being filled with hot, male fluid and he chuckled softly to himself: Yes, this was a triumph, a real triumph of lust over love.