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Chapter 2

Remembering the details of their first night together or any of the other nights they had spent together only heightened the realization that she had lost him and that they would never spend another night of love.

Maybe there had been little things that he had done that would have given her some hint of what was to come, but it didn't do her any good to go back and try to think of them now. She had been, and still was, blindly in love with him and even if he had said or done things, she wouldn't have noticed, because she wouldn't have wanted to notice.

All she knew was that she could not go into the office on Monday morning, see him and pretend that nothing was wrong and she was sure that he couldn't play that cruel a game with her either. She didn't know what she would do, but within the last twenty-four hours she realized that she would have to find another job and get a change of atmosphere or go completely crazy.

She had saved some money from work since she literally had no expenses other than her apartment. Jim had always taken care of everything for her, her lunches, dinners, and had even bought her clothes, so she wouldn't have to go to work right away, at least not for the next two weeks. She tried to think what she could do, how she would let Jim know that she wasn't coming back.

The heat and humidity was becoming unbearable, so she went back into her apartment and sat down to write him a note. If I mail it today, she thought, it will be on his desk by Monday morning and then I won't even have to go in to explain it to him. I couldn't face him now, I'd burst into tears and then everyone in the office would know and I'd feel like such a fool. No, it's better that I do it this way she rationalized. She sat down at her desk and slowly began to write out the note, trying to make it as brief and as unemotional as possible, but every time she started a new sentence, a tear would fall on the paper and blur the ink so she would have to tear it up and start all over again. Finally she was able to regain her composure and finished the note, merely telling him that under the circumstances she did not feel that she could work for him any longer and that she was thinking of leaving Miami for awhile until she could forget. She realized that it sounded stilted, but she was sure that he would read between the lines. When she reread it she wondered why she had told him that she would leave Miami, was it to make him feel sorry for her and beg her forgiveness, was it her one last chance that maybe he did still care. However, she knew that he would not fall for such a weak ruse and he would probably just laugh and say, "I know she won't leave, she’ll be here when I want her."

This, unfortunately, she knew was true, but she was determined that she wouldn't let it be true. She would leave! She pondered this thought for the rest of the day; at least it helped to take her mind off Him. She went through a file of travel posters and catalogs that she had saved, saved in order to pick out an ideal spot for her honeymoon…Jim's and her honeymoon. The thought almost made her laugh!

She went over every one of them carefully, eliminating them for one reason or another, either they were too far away, she couldn't speak the language or she wouldn't have enough money. Finally she decided on the Bahamas, because this was still close enough to Miami, in case Jim did change his mind or wanted to come see her, and it would not be that expensive to get there. She would have enough money for about a week's stay and she was sure with the tourist season coming up that she would be able to find some sort of a job in a hotel, or as a cocktail waitress if necessary.

Before she changed her mind she quickly sealed the envelope and went to the corner to mail it. She walked slowly back to her apartment, the emptiness, the phone that she knew would not ring and began to make plans for her departure.

She went over her wardrobe and packed the things that she thought she would need. She was not packing for a permanent move because deep inside she was certain that Jim would call her and beg her to come back. He won't believe that I'm really leaving, but once I'm gone he may realize that I do mean everything to him that he once said, so she decided that she would travel light. She called the airlines and made a reservation on the late Sunday evening flight to Nassau, made herself a drink and turned on the television. This is a hell of a way to spend a Saturday night, but maybe tomorrow things will look brighter.

She woke early Sunday morning and tried to think of the things that she may have forgotten and once again, stared at the phone, hoping for that last reprieve, a call from HIM! How could he let her hang on so, it just wasn't fair, but then men were never fair, she mused! She sat around most of the afternoon, just biding the hours until it was time to go to the airport when the phone rang. She answered hesitantly, but her heart started pounding when she heard the voice on the other end say, "Hi baby, what're you doing?"

"Jim!" she gasped. "I really didn't expect you to call."

"Well, I wasn't going to, but I thought there was something that I should explain to you. I'm not sure that you're going to understand, but it has to be said," he answered.

"Well, I'm afraid it's too late now. I already know what you are going to say and I've done my crying over the week-end. You'll get a note from me in the mail tomorrow, because I've leaving tonight for Nassau and a vacation and then I'm going to try to get a job." Her words almost raced through the wires and her voice, although quivering sounded sane and almost callused.

"Well, I'm sorry it has to be like this, baby," he added, "but let me know where you are and maybe in a little while…" his voice drifted off into silence.

"Yes, sure, thanks for calling. Oh yes, you'll find my notes from Friday's dictation in my top drawer," she added, trying to sound as business-like as possible.

"Yeah, thanks. Well, good-bye, have a good rest," and he hung up.

At six o'clock that night she boarded the Caribbean Airlines flight for Nassau and although the plane was not carrying a full load a gentleman about fifty years old sat down beside her.

"Hope you don't mind some company. Miss," he said. "I hate to fly without having anyone to talk to, especially anyone as pretty as you."

She smiled at him and motioned for him to take the seat next to her. She really didn't feel like talking, but he seemed pleasant enough and maybe it would take her mind off Jim for even a little while.

The gentleman it turned out was a Mr. Lyle Ward, a dapper looking businessman from Miami who also had interests in the Islands, as he put it. He began talking immediately, asking questions about whether she was on vacation, what she did in Miami, etc., and she soon felt as though she were playing Twenty Questions.

The stewardess came around for their drink order and she ordered a double martini, hoping that it would dull some of the pangs that she had about leaving. She did not like the prospect of waking up tomorrow morning and not seeing Jim. He had been such an integral part of her life for the past year; it was hard for her to imagine what it would be like to be without him. She must put these thoughts out of her head and concentrate on the future) as there was no sense in retrospect at this point. Here she was bound for a new part of the world, a new life and perhaps a new love. Her mother had always told her that the best cure for an old love was a new one. She laughed to herself and thought, this was easy enough to say, but how practical was it!

She downed her martini in almost one gulp hoping that the warmth of the liquor would make her forget at least for the moment and tried to listen to what Mr. Ward had been saying.

"You look very upset, my dear," he said, trying to be fatherly.

"Please," she answered, begging with her eyes, "I'd rather not talk just now."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interfere, it's just that I have a daughter about your age," he lied, "and I'd hate to see her in such a frame of mind."

She smiled weakly at him and apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude, it's just that I'm- running away from something, and I’m afraid that I'm taking it right along with me. Can you understand that?"

He nodded and smiled affectionately at her. "Yes, certainly, I can, my dear. I have done it so often myself, I think we all do, it's a weakness of this human flesh, so don't let it upset you too much."

His words were of little comfort to her, she felt that nothing could or ever would make her forget her hurt, disappointment or her love for Jim. She wanted to cry, but it would be too embarrassing so she closed her eyes and tried to take a nap for the rest of the trip, but he was insistent upon engaging her time in conversation until she thought that she would scream. Oh well, she thought, he's trying to be nice, so I suppose that it won't kill me to be polite to the old geezer.

The drone of the engines made it difficult for her to hear everything that Mr. Ward was saying, so he leaned closer to her from time to time and she wondered if it were just her imagination or whether or not he was actually staring at the full, young curve of her bosom and the shapeliness of her legs. His looks began to make her feel uncomfortable, but she was certain that it was just her mind running away with her and that actually he was just a harmless old man trying to be comforting.

When the stewardess came by she ordered her second martini which went down much more smoothly than the first and the warmth of the liquor began to make her relax some more and she began to take interest in what the old gent next to her was saying. It appeared that he traveled to the Islands quite often and that he had many connections in Nassau as well as the outlying smaller islands in the Bahamas, especially in the clubs because he had something to do with bar supplies. She didn't understand exactly what his connection was for he wasn't very explicit, but he certainly was throwing some big names around, names that she had read in the Miami papers and she knew that they were very wealthy people among the cabaret set. He asked her if she were just going to be in the islands for a vacation or whether she was going to stay there for awhile.

"I'm sure that a change of pace and some new faces would be just the right medicine for you now," he added.

She smiled back at him and nodded. "I suppose you're right, I hadn't really thought of it. I had planned on staying for a week or so, or more correctly, until my money ran out, and then look for a job or go back to the mainland and face my problem."

"Well, I'll be staying at a hotel in the Eastern part of the island. Here's the number and if you need any help in getting set up, please call me, it would delight me to be able to help such a pretty young girl like you."

She took the number and put it in her pocketbook, but not really thinking that she would ever use it. The martini was beginning to take its effect and she began to loosen up for she volunteered the information that she was staying at the El Cartez Hotel in Nassau and asked him if it were a nice place. He assured her that she would be most comfortable there and in fact, he knew the manager very well and if she would care to, he would be happy to introduce her to him, in fact, why didn't he buy her a drink at her hotel when they landed and he would tell the manager to take good care of her if there was anything that she.needed.

"Oh, I couldn't impose on you like that," she answered. "You have already been very kind and I'm sure there are other things that you must have to do besides taking your time to look after me."

"Quite the contrary, young lady, it would be my pleasure to buy you a drink. You see, a few people in the islands owe me some favors and for me it would only take a word to make sure that you are looked after, and I would feel much better about it, actually. Nassau is a very small place, but you can meet some undesirable elements there and I wouldn't want anything else to upset you, you've gone through enough the past few days to go looking for anymore aggravation." He smiled warmly at her and let his hand fall lightly on her knee and he patted it gently. She was sure that he was just being friendly and that she would have no reason to doubt his motives, after all, he was old enough to be her father! She felt that she could trust him and she began to tell him the story of her reasons for leaving Miami and how much she was going to miss Jim.

"I just had to get away! The thought of being in the same town, the same area and not seeing him, or worse yet, seeing him with someone else, was more than I could bear, so I'm just plain running away."

"We all run away sometimes," he added meaningfully, smiling at her the whole time. "I'm sure that the islands will take your mind off your problems, in fact. I'm going to personally make sure that you have a good time."

She sighed, relieved and content that he would, indeed, introduce her to a few people, and that would certainly help if she decided to stay and look for a job. Maybe the world wasn't so bad after all. He was certainly pleasant enough and she was sure that he had no ulterior motives for his wanting to help her other than the fact that he wouldn't want his own daughter wandering in a strange place with no one to help her.

They continued to chat for the remainder of the trip and she really was beginning to feel more at ease, especially since the effect of the martinis had begun to warm her thoughts. Finally the stewardess announced that they should fasten their seat belts for landing and warned them that it may be a little rough since it was raining in Nassau and the winds were at a cross current. She could hear the wheels of the aircraft being lowered and she automatically tensed in her seat. She was not particularly fond of flying and the prospect of a rough landing made her a bit nervous. The plane suddenly dropped a few hundred feet as it hit an air pocket and she reached out to grab the arms of her seat, but her balance was thrown off and her hand slipped and landed soundly in Mr. Ward's lap. She quickly withdrew it, apologizing profusely and tried to regain her composure, but she was scared and embarrassed. He just laughed and said, "That's the best thing that's happened to me in a long time!" She wasn't quite sure how to take his last comment, but she just laughed with him and hung on tightly to the arm rest in order to avoid another embarrassing mishap.

The plane finally broke through the clouds and she could see the lights of the runway through the light rain that was falling on the airstrip. It seemed like hours before she felt the wheels of the plane finally touch down and she knew that she was safe and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Whew… at last. For a moment there I wasn't sure that we would make it!" she said.

"These pilots are pretty good at landing these babies, lots of experience in this type of weather," he added reassuringly.

"I guess that I could use that drink after all," she continued, "that last few minutes had me a little shaken."

"No sooner said than done, as soon as we check through customs and get our luggage we'll head for your hotel and dive into a nice large drink. How's that sound?"

She nodded affirmatively and started to unhook her seat belt and get her things together. He slid out first so that she could reach her belongings which she had on the overhead rack. As she stretched up to get them, her skirt rose higher on her thighs revealing the soft, white flesh between her stockings and her garter belt. Mr. Ward stared appreciatively at the young, firm flesh and drew in a quick breath.

I'd like to get a sample of that myself, he thought lewdly to himself and he could feel a tightness in his loins as she stood on the tips of her toes giving him an even more inclusive view of her fully rounded thighs and buttocks. He helped her with her bag and together they deplaned into the cool drizzle that was bathing the island. She could smell the aroma of the wet foliage and the flowers that grew all around the airport and it seemed to be such a fresh, clean scent that it gave her a sudden sense of security and feeling that everything would be all right. They both cleared customs quickly and hopped into a local cab and headed for the center of town and the El Cortez where she was to spend the following week or two. The cab weaved quickly down the narrow highway, dodging the packs of wild dogs that ran through the island at night searching the garbage cans for food and several times she had to grab his arm in order to keep from being completely thrown out of the seat.

Every once in awhile she felt his hand fall carelessly on her leg as if he, too, were trying to keep his balance. It made her slightly nervous but she said nothing for fear of offending him. Finally the cab pulled up in front of a small hotel toward the center of town and he looked at her saying, "Here we are… the El Cortez."

"It certainly doesn't look very elegant, not at all like the travel folder pictures I saw," she said, trying to hide the disappointment in her voice.

"Don't judge it too quickly, my dear," he assured her, "it is a fine old hotel, very clean and very reasonable. I'm sure you'll be happy here so don't look so worried."

It really didn't matter she thought to herself, because she couldn't afford anything better anyway, so she may as well accept it gracefully. The inside of the hotel was not quite as bad as the exterior had led her to believe. The lobby was a reddish marble, the furniture was a deep mahogany riddled with many scratches from the years of use and little care and there was one bare Oriental rug in front of the registration desk. About every five feet there was a potted plant of some sort, mostly palms which gave the effect of a funeral parlor rather than a hotel lobby, but it did at least look clean.

The man behind the desk looked more Mexican than Bahamian for he was lighter in color than most of the local inhabitants and had an oily, yellowish cast to his skin. He smiled at them as they walked up to the desk, revealing two bright gold teeth in the front of his mouth.

"Well, good-evening, Mr. Ward. What brings you to the island this time, and who is this charming young lady?"

"Greetings, Raoul, just another business trip, and this is a young lady I met on the plane who is going to be your guest for the next week or so. Take good care of her, I'll be checking up on you!" he said jokingly. "Candice, I'd like you to meet an old friend, Raoul Vasquez. Raoul, Candace Mead." She smiled at the man and started to sign the register.

"Make sure she has the finest room in the place at a special rate, Raoul and send her bags on up, we're going to the bar for a drink if you'd care to join us there." He took hold of her arm and steered her toward another set of marble stairs that led down to the bar.

"Raoul is a friend of mine from some years ago. I met him in Cuba and when the revolution came, I helped him escape and found him a job here in the islands, so I'm sure that you will be well taken care of!" he explained, once they were seated at a small table to the side of the bar.

"You've been so kind, I really don't know how to thank you," she said, relieved that she had gotten a cheaper rate than expected.

"Just you have a good time, and when you're ready, I’ll find you a job also, so don't worry and try to relax and enjoy the sunshine. It usually only rains here at night or a brief shower in the middle of the afternoon, so I'm certain that you will have plenty of beach time."

A waiter came over to take their order and before she could say anything, Mr. Ward asked for two "Specials" and winked at the man who was perhaps the darkest skinned Negro she had ever seen.

"What's in a 'Special," she asked.

"Trade secret, but I'm sure you'll like it," he replied.

The big Negro buck who had taken their order returned with two mammoth sized glasses, which held a drink that looked like a fruit punch and was garnished with mint and orange.

"It certainly looks good," she said and settled down in her seat.

Within a few minutes Raoul joined them at the table and ordered a rum and coke, explaining that a "Special" was too much for him tonight. She tasted the drink cautiously, and was surprised that it actually didn't taste all that bad. It was made with a fruit base, but had a strange licorice taste which she couldn't quite place, maybe Pernod or anisette. At any rate, it was refreshing and that was just what she needed.

Raoul and Mr. Ward began rehashing old times leaving her out of the conversation for a few minutes, but she didn't mind because she just wanted to be quiet and get herself adjusted to her new surroundings. Her drink went down very smoothly and when she had finished, Mr. Ward motioned to the waiter to bring her another one.

Raoul asked her how long she would be staying in Nassau and whether or not she had ever been there before. She told him that she would be staying at least a week or so and then she would consider looking for a job because she really didn't want to go back to Miami for awhile, but she would have to find something right away or else she would have to go back. Mr. Ward and Raoul exchanged a knowing look, smiled at her and told her not to worry, they were sure that a girl as attractive as she was would not have any problem finding a job and they would both help her get started. She couldn't understand why they would bother to take the effort or the time to help her, because, after all, they had just met and things like this usually didn't happen, but she accepted their word and considered herself lucky to have found this helping hand.

She was about finished with her second drink when she began to feel a bit sleepy and told them that she thought that she should go to her room, get unpacked and get a good night's sleep. The men convinced her to have one more drink before going up as it was still early and she could still get plenty of rest. The Negro waiter brought her a third "Special" even though she really didn't feel she could drink another one and she sipped it slowly. Her head was becoming dizzy and she found it difficult to keep her eyes open. When she glanced up she noticed that both men were staring at her and she tried to mumble an apology about being such bad company, but her tongue was thick and the words were not coming out right. In the background of her mind she could still hear their conversation, but her head was so clouded that it was hard to distinguish what they were saying. She tried to get up from her chair, but her legs were rubbery and she found that she was unable to stand up, much less walk. Her eyes were slowly closing and she could feel herself slipping gently off into a dreamy state of unconsciousness.

The two men nodded to the big Negro waiter and he came over to the table.

"We've put her in room 307, Hugo, please carry her up there and we will follow shortly," Raoul ordered.

Hugo didn't speak, but picked her up like she was a feather and carried to an elevator at the other end of the bar.

"She will probably sleep soundly for a half hour or so, Raoul, but when she begins to wake up she will be climbing the walls!" Ward laughed menacingly.

"I don't know how you do it. Ward," he answered, "I honestly don't know how you manage."

The men finished another drink which Raoul poured for them and then followed Hugo on up to the room. Hugo had put her on the bed and not bothered to pull down her skirt which was riding well above her hips, revealing her stockinged legs, the supple, pale flesh above the stockings, her narrow garter belt and thin, white bikini panties.

"Wow! Quite a set of pins on this one," Raoul almost gasped. "She's quite a fine figure and so young, this should be fun!"

Hugo left the room so that the two men could be alone with their prize, because he knew that he was only allowed to sample the girls after they had finished or when they wanted to watch the look of borrow come over an innocent young girl's face when a big Negro stud like him was about to take them.

The two men carefully drew the skirt away from her hips and unbuttoned the tailored cotton blouse and pulled it away from her shoulder. She was not wearing a slip so they could see the high, fullness of the white flesh of her breasts protruding above the material of her brassiere. They drew in their breath as they looked down at this young, helpless girl who was now completely at their disposal.

Her long brown hair curled around her shoulders and lay against the pillow framing her angelic face. Her features were firm and regular, with just a little irregular fleshiness to the lips which just added to her sensualness. Her body was slim, firm and well formed without any outsize sexiness in her curves. The men devoured her young form with their eyes, when Raoul broke the silence.

"I'd like to take her right now while she's sleeping, I've never done that!" he said sadistically.

"Why do that when she will be more than ready for us when she wakes up," Ward added, "it won't take too long for the absinthe to take effect and I only had Hugo put a slight sedative in her last two drinks, so try to be patient!"

"Very well, but it does seem like such a waste… all that beauty and no one loving her. She should be loved all the time!" "Christ, I can't wait to screw the daylights out of her!"

They waited patiently along side her bed sipping slowly on their drinks and talking while she slept, only occasionally letting their hands wander over the full, round curves of her body. She stirred slightly under their touch, but was still completely unaware of what was happening or what was about to happen. Raoul ran his hands up the inside of her thighs, feeling the silk of her stockings and gradually let his fingers find the tight elastic leg band of her panties and pushed his fingers inside until he could feel the soft fleshiness of the light hair-covered lips of her vagina.

"God, she's going to be a good piece of ass… what a tight little pussy!" he said, his breathing increasing rapidly and he could feel a tightness building in his loins and his penis begin to bulge under the cloth of his trousers.

"You had better be careful," the older Ward warned, "or you'll cum before you even get a crack at her and then that would be a waste."

"Well, I know one thing," Raoul breathed heavily. "I'm gonna strip her down right now to her bra and panties. I can't wait to see what's under that skirt and blouse."

He quickly stripped them from her unconscious body and sat down again, slight beads of sweat forming on his forehead from the sight of the half-clad young girl lying helplessly before him.

The time seemed to drag as the men sat there drinking and waiting for her to come out of her drugged sleep. About an hour later she began to stir, opening her eyes slowly and looking hesitantly around her. Her vision was blurred and it took her a few minutes to realize where she was. She heard one of the men say, "She's coming to, just a few more minutes."

She tried to raise herself on one elbow, but she was weak and unable to support the weight of her body. The lights in the room were dim and she could only see the outline of two bodies standing above her, when she felt hands forcing her back onto the bed and deep into the mattress.

"Wwwhhat's going on?" she asked feebly, but the only answer she got was a wicked, depraved laugh.

Her eyes cleared slightly and she realized that it was Mr. Ward and Raoul who were standing there looking down at her, and she realized that it must have been them who had taken off her clothes and she tried to hide herself by drawing the sheet around her, but hands pulled it from her grasp and she lay there helplessly.

"Well, Raoul," Ward said, heading for the door, "she's all yours, enjoy yourself. I'll check back with you in the morning to see how it was. Don't say I never did anything for you."

Raoul was now sitting on the edge of the bed, slowly running his hands over her body and she found that she didn't have the strength to resist his urgent caresses. He had stripped to his underwear and she could see the gigantic bulge rising underneath his shorts and she knew that she did not have the power to struggle against him. She could feel his fingers fumbling for the hooks of her brassiere as he pulled it away from her body, revealing her ripe, full, mounds beneath. He caressed the bare flesh of her breast, pinching cruelly at the tender, pink nipples until they stood firmed and erect. His mouth and tongue were tracing a pattern from her neck to the sensitive area of her unexplainably throbbing breasts and she could feel an involuntary tightness growing in her loins… I couldn't be reacting to this filthy animal she thought, but her body was contradicting her mind and she could feel her desire begin to grow with each new wanton caress of this strange man. He continued his insistent mouthing of her full breasts. She lay still, uncooperative, as she felt his hands busy themselves unhooking the stays of her garters and pushing her stockings down her legs until they hung limply from her ankles. His fingers forced their way inside the tight elastic of her thin panties and she felt his hand slip between her thighs and begin to explore the warm intimate region of her vagina. His fingers caressed the soft, hair lined lips and his thumb pinched and teased at the hard, erect bud of her clitoris, and she began to involuntarily move her hips under his insistent touch. She didn't want to react, but the absinthe was beginning to take effect and her desire was mounting in spite of her revulsion and half-conscious confusion as to what was going on. She could feel his fingers probing at the slightly dampened opening of her vagina and he quickly slipped a finger inside her to stroke the smooth, wet walls of the unprotected passage. She could feel her loins contracting in spite of herself and she suddenly found her body becoming more and more excited regardless of how obnoxious she found this strange greasy man. His rigid penis was also throbbing with excitement and she could feel it working its way between her thighs, prodding for the opening in her pelvis.

Then, as the sedative she had been given began to wear off even more, her desire increased and she now found herself wanting to be taken by this horrible man. She couldn't understand what was making her feel this way! God, she had never wanted anyone before but Jim… but now… now… her hands wandered slowly over his back as he raised his body and moved over between her widely spread thighs as she levered them apart to give him greater access to her burning loins.

"That's a girl," he whispered in her ear. "I knew you'd come around sooner or later. In a few minutes you'll be begging me to give it to you, but you're going to have to wait until I'm ready. I want to watch you squirm until you think you won't be able to stand it any more, and then I'll fuck the living daylights out of you!"

Even his crass language excited her and she dug her nails hard into the back of his buttocks trying to force him inside her, but he raised his hips until his fully erect cock was lying nervously against her stomach.

"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked piteously. "Why?"

He didn't answer her question, but instead bit cruelly into the hardened nipple of her breast until she cried out in pain.

"Aaaggghhhhh," she moaned. "Stop, you're hurting me… please." But he persisted in his sadistic nibbling until she was writhing in pain beneath him. She ran her hands harshly down his back, hoping that she was drawing blood so that he could stop, but he just laughed at her.

"You can't hurt me, baby, I love it! I love a wildcat in bed!"

The pressure in her loins was building to a fever pitch and she ached for him to be inside her, to push deep into the softness of her belly until she was filled and gorged as she never had been before.

"Why don't you just take me? Take me and get it over with," she moaned, trying to change her psychology, but he ignored her pleas and continued to tease her erotic areas until she thought she would scream with want and need.

"Not so fast, baby," he said, "we've got all night and I've got plenty in mind for you. I'll teach you tricks you never even knew existed," and he brought his mouth down onto her stomach, tickling the smooth sensitive skin teasingly with the wetness of his tongue.

She tried to force her hips upward to meet his mouth and she suddenly found to her horror her own hands were tearing at the thin, silk bikini briefs in an effort to get them off so that he would have full access to her enflamed body.

His breath came up from his belly in raking gasps as he tried to control his own passion so that he could make her wait, because he knew that the waiting would be torturing her and his final entry so much more triumphant.

She fumbled desperately at her panties when suddenly his hand caught hers and ripped them off of her in one quick jerk, so that she now lay completely naked beneath his own nude body. His mouth lowered on her belly until she could feel the hot dampness of his tongue between her spread thighs as it searched for the tiny, erect clitoris and licked it furiously until she was jerking under his mouthing in uncontrolled passion.

"Oh God, fuck me… please fuck me," she pleaded. "I can't take it anymore, you're killing me!"

"In due time, baby," he breathed teasingly, "I want to have you so hot, you won't know which end is up when I ram it to you."

She reached down for the small of his back in an effort to pull him up on top of her but his hands were forcing her thighs so far apart that she could not reach him. She didn't know that the absinthe they had given her would affect her this way, and yet, now she didn't care how or why she was feeling this way. She just wanted to be fucked and fucked again until she couldn't stand it anymore. She was only aware that she had never felt this way before, not even with Jim and her mind whirled, wondering what strange thing had come over her, but the thought passed as quickly as it had come… it didn't matter!

He sucked harshly at the tender lips of her vagina, which was now wet and open with passion, and she ground her pelvis furiously under his lips and darting tongue. She was so ready that she thought she would burst if he kept up the delicious sucking torture down there between her open legs much longer.

She had to have it! She had to have it! NOW!

But she could not reach him to pull him to her and forced her own fingers down to pull and tease at the tender pulsating flesh of her clitoris trying desperately to manipulate herself to a climax along with his probing tongue, but he forced her hands aside roughly. She groaned in wild-eyed frustration and clasped her palms to her quivering breasts pinching her nipples masochistically into hard throbbing erectness until they hurt… hurt with a strange, all consuming pleasure.

Finally, when she thought that she could not stand the lewd teasing of her body an longer he crawled up on her until his knees straddled her heaving belly and his throbbing phallus lay between the softness of her white, quivering breasts.

"Now, you're going to return the favor," he said looking down at her cruelly, and he forced her mouth open with his fingers and without waiting shoved almost the full length of his cock deep into the back of her throat until she was almost choking. He was now kneeling over her head so that he could rise and fall with her lascivious sucking of his thick, hard organ.

"Suck it hard, baby," he choked out, "suck it good… that's it! Ooooooohhh, that's it!"

Her lips were working furiously, drawing on the huge, jerking length while her tongue lasciviously circled the red, throbbing head each time he skewered deep into the warm, moist cavern of her mouth. He was so large that it was difficult for her to catch her breath, and her eyes were suddenly wide with fear as she looked up into the evil face of Raoul. He seemed to delight in the fact that his manhood was too much for her to take all at once and with each thrust he tried to force his gigantic prick further into her throat until she felt as though he were trying to ram it all the way down to her belly. She nibbled hungrily trying with all her soul to please him as best she could. She knew he would have it no other way.

Finally he felt that he would be unable to take her uninhibited wild sucking any longer or he would cum right there in her mouth, so he withdrew slowly and lowered himself onto her body once again.

Her legs were spread-eagled on the bed yawning wide in lewd surrender to receive him as she felt the thick, pulsing knob of his prick push against the wet, hot opening of her vagina. She could feel him move it slowly up and down to part the soft, resilient pubic hair there between her legs and her excitement grew.

She had to have it! God, she had to have it!

He teased her mercilessly, pushing his throbbing penis inside her aching passage just slightly and then withdrawing until she was bucking up against him in a wild, uncontrolled fury.

"Good… don't make me wait any longer, I can't take it… fuck me… fuck me now… NOW! " she moaned in the heat of her uncontrolled passion.

She tried to force him to go deeper into her, but he held her fast, with a hand curving around each hip while his fingers pressed hard into the elastic, white flesh of her abdomen. He moved into her like a series of ripples of water, each time growing larger and sinking further into her. She gasped and squirmed, totally impaled and with a final deep throated grunt of surrender, pulled her knees back tightly into her chest. His thighs were hairy and hot along the undersides of hers and she could feel the softness of his balls swinging down hard against her upturned anus as he pummeled deeper and deeper into her. He seemed to fill the whole of her belly, up through her breasts and out into her throat. Jim had never filled her that way and she didn't know that any man could be built so big or drive her so insane from sheer lust and desire like this.

Her back began to ache from the pressure of his hands on her waist, but the pressure that was building up inside her was greater. She knew that she was about to cum; he was going to make her cum… soon… soon!

"Oooohhh yes… do it now… NOW, yes. I'm going to cum," she gasped as he went deeper and deeper into her with each thrust.

He was beginning to feel that he was going to burst, like a balloon that had been blown too full and he wanted to fill her with his sperm deep into her belly. She twisted frantically under him as she began to convulse with her own climax. He could feel the walls of her vagina contract violently against the thick hardness of his driving cock and he could feel his own climax start at the base of his balls and shudder through him like a bursting rocket.

"Here it is, baby… I'm cumming… now!" he gasped as he lunged hard between her legs and shot his warm liquid semen deep up into her still convulsing womb.

Then, with a deep guttural grunt of satisfaction he fell on top of her in an exhausted heap, not moving for several minutes while she continued to moan out the last desperate strains of her own orgasm beneath him. He lay still, listening with triumphant satisfaction to her small satiated gasps of breath and then waited until he could hear her breathing become more regular. When he was certain she had faded into a deep unconscious sleep he quickly dressed and went back downstairs into the bar.

"How was she, boss," Hugo asked eagerly, his eyes glistening in obscene expectation.

"You'll find out for yourself, maybe tomorrow. She's going to be a dandy little addition to our stable," he chuckled wickedly. "Yes indeed, a fine addition.”