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Chapter Seven

Before she knew what was happening, the heavy-set German had thrown a robe around the still-dazed young blonde and was walking her down a darkened hallway. This isn't real, it must be a nightmare, she thought, noticing they were passing through a section of the house she hadn't seen before.

"Now… easy does it," Schneider said, putting his arm around her trembling shoulders.

Now they were moving down a series of stone steps into an ancient wine-cellar. The large vaulted ceilings had a spooky cathedral-like appearance, and Becky balked with fear. She ran her hand over the cold stone wall in an attempt to halt their approach to a large, dimly illuminated room that opened up only a few steps away from the staircase.

"Where are we going? Where are you taking me now?" she shuddered helplessly.

"Relax… everything's going to be all right," he said, soothingly.

"No, it isn't. It isn't going to be all right," she tried to turn around, but Schneider continued to push her forward. "Don't be afraid," Schneider urged her into the center of the room.

Torches hung from the rock walls, flickering unevenly up into the arched ceilings. She saw a huge fur-covered bed and an enormous mural depicting human figures in obscene positions of lovemaking. Schneider observed her looking at one portion of the painting, and said, "It is a great work of art."

"God, it's disgusting," she said, but still she couldn't take her eyes off the lewd copulating figures.

"Each to his own," he laughed. "One need not always judge art on the basis of beauty alone. For example, in this masterpiece, the act of love is fused into what one thinks about when one dreams. Maybe we all want to do these things, but we just won't admit it."

"I never dreamed anything like that," she shuddered.

Schneider was lost in his own thoughts for a moment. The human animal had a powerful instinct for survival, but every animal had its own limits of resistance. It would be only a matter of time before he'd be capable of discovering those limits in Becky Thompson… then, she'd be his to do with as he liked. The final arrangements for the heroin smuggling would be completed by the end of the evening, he gloated to himself, but he knew it would be wise to follow the planned outline of his scheme to the letter. If the photographs of the young bride didn't show her enjoying the final bestial violation of her voluptuous body, then the major portion of his blackmailing power over the American couple would be lost.

"Come over here, my dear," Schneider guided the young girl to the foot of the large fur-covered bed. "It's about time we began our preparations for tonight's fiesta."

Becky started when she saw another man walking heavily into the room… it was Olaf Jorgensen, the hotel clerk, whom the Scandinavian woman had warned Jack about that morning.

"God… he's…" she began when Schneider broke her off.

"I understand that you are already acquainted with Mr. Jorgensen."

"I just can't believe it," she whimpered.

"He's here to help you with the arduous proceedings that lie ahead of us this evening. He's got a streak of wildness in him and you'd be wise to act as if he were your friend… a very sensitive friend who is capable of great outbursts of violence if provoked."

The German turned and walked calmly out of the room. On an impulse, Becky cried out, but in a moment the door swung ominously shut.

"He's crazy, you know," the young blonde turned hopefully to Olaf. "We ought to get out of here at once."

"Who the hell do you think I'm working for, lady?" the heavily built man looked at her with amusement.

"You will let me go, won't you?" she said.

"Damn if I will," he said.

She began to walk away from him toward the door when she felt his hand on her shoulder. He spun the girl around and seized her by the waist, then grabbed the front of the robe and tried to open it. Her hand came up and slapped him across the face, drawing a thin scratch across his cheek.

"You shouldn't have done that. That was a very stupid thing to do," the hotel clerk said.

Withdrawing his leather belt, he stood back and lashed it across her knees. She shuddered with the pain, then felt another burning slash across her fearfully quivering thighs.

"That's the last time I'd like to use it," he said, almost pleadingly. "You know I don't want to hurt you if I don't have to. Now take off the robe. I want to see your tits."

She found herself methodically undoing the belt to the robe and dropping the light covering material onto the floor at her feet.

"Shhhhit," he feasted his eyes on the blonde's young curvy body. Her breasts jutted out like twin white mountain peaks, and trembled as the cool cellar air wafted across the sensitively stiffening nipples. Becky's enticing body seemed to draw the Swede magnetically toward her, as though some powerful animalistic force held sway between the two of them. "I can't do anything to you," he was saying, "Fritz told me to lay off… But I just gotta see how it feels… to touch…"

"No… I'll scream! Help! Help meee!" she tried to pull away from his hands that reached out to her round full breasts.

"You aren't supposed to do that," another male voice came from the opened cellar door.

Becky sighed in relief, as the startled Swede looked away from her. "Hans… what the hell are you doing here?"

The gardener closed the door behind him. "She was yelling so loud it was lucky that Fritz didn't hear her."

"Look, Hans," Olaf said. "Isn't she just about the most beautiful thing you ever saw? When's the last time you laid your hands on anything like this?"

The gardener gazed silently at the naked young blonde, and said, "Probably, never, Olaf, not that I can remember."

Olaf removed a small vial from his back pocket. "This stuff should do it. One taste and she'll be crawling all over us," he said.

"What is it?" the gardener looked at the hotel clerk suspiciously.

"Something Schneider cooked up in his devil's workshop. It's like Spanish Fly… turns young girls into nymphomaniacs!"

"Fritz won't like it." Hans couldn't remove his eyes from Becky, who stood motionless beside the hotel clerk.

She began to turn away from the two men when Olaf seized her arm and pulled her back to him. "He doesn't have to know about it."

"No! Let me gooo, pleeease!"

"Hold her… Hans, get behind and keep her still," Olaf said in a commanding voice. The licentious picture of her lush young body, nakedly exposed to both of them, was enough to send the gardener's cock into pounding erection against his pants. He shuffled up behind Becky and grabbed her arms just below the shoulders.

"That's right…" the Swede grinned lewdly. "Now open your mouth honey – Olaf's got some nice tasting medicine."

"No… I can't… help! Please, let me go. Hans, don't you understand you can't…"

The gardener tightened his grip, sending a razor-sharp pain shooting through her violently quavering flesh. "I said open that pretty mouth wide!"

Becky swung her head away, but the Swede held her chin and pulled her jaw painfully open.

"Aaaaaahhhgg," she moaned as he tilted the vial of clear liquid and poured its contents down her throat. She coughed, but it was useless. Olaf held her mouth shut, tilting back her head so she unwillingly swallowed the sweet tasting substance.

"Just hold her that way for a while," Olaf stood back and stared with deep appreciation at the proud young bride who would be pleading for his cock in just a few short minutes.

Olaf and Hans guided her to the bed and eased her gently down onto her back. Now they stood staring down at her lust-inciting nakedness, watching for some sign that the drug had taken effect.

"You notice anything… how do you feel?" Olaf said.

"I – I don't know what you're talking about," she whimpered, painfully aware of the defenseless position they'd forced her into.

"What if Schneider shows up?" the gardener turned anxiously to the Swede.

"You know what Fritz has been up to while we've been doing the dirty work for him?" the heavy-set man laughed.

"What?"

"Jesus Christ, he's been fucking her," Olaf said.

"Scheist," Hans swore in German.

"Why don't you go on and do it to her," Olaf said to the gardener. "It might just warm her up."

"There's nothing I'd like better." The lean older man studied the young blonde's provocatively curvaceous form spread out before him on the wide mattress. He sat down on the side of the bed, letting his eyes play over the lushly swelling mounds of her breasts on down to her blonde pussy hair nestled between her thighs. He ran one finger greedily, along Becky's delicately shaped ankle, and she drew up her leg.

"Don't move… leave it there," the Swede commanded, and reached for his belt.

The young bride flinched automatically, then lay still.

The gardener struggled to loosen his clothing without removing his eyes from her blonde cuntal "vee" that seemed to beckon him to throw all caution to the wind. His pants and underwear fell in a disorderly heap to the stone floor, and he stepped out of them gingerly. Hans was a man in his early fifties, but the gardening work had made his body as lean and fit as an athletic man of thirty. He pulled off his stained work shirt and stood before the young blonde completely naked, his long thick cock jutting like a flag pole straight out from his hairy groin.

"No, no, please, no," Becky groaned as Hans dropped down on the bed beside her.

"Make it quick," Olaf said impatiently, "we ain't got all night."

The gardener's rough callused hands circled around Becky's narrow girlish waist as he pivoted himself up between her widespread thighs. Becky scissored out her long shapely legs, trying to throw him off, but the effort was useless. He gripped her flaring hips until he'd wedged himself up to an obscene sitting position on her stomach, his throbbing cock dangling just below her breasts and the velvety softness of his balls nestling on her belly.

Becky twisted her head to the side, thinking that he was going to plunge his erect penis into her mouth as she'd seen Jack doing to Christina. "Oh God… please stop, don't do it," she moaned, her glance reluctantly falling on the gardener's cock, extending its lust-hardened head just below her melon-large breasts.

"I never fucked a woman between the titties before," a hungry expression flickered over his face.

Becky closed her eyes in terror as a tiny drop of male lubricant seeped like a small seed-pearl from the small hole at the end of his bloated glans. She felt him readjust his weight on her belly, shifting his firm buttocks closer to her nakedly heaving breasts. He wasn't going to put it in her mouth… God… she thought, it was going to be something even more obscene and depraved!

The gardener placed his hands on the incredible softness of her breasts and drew them close together with his palms, at the same time thrusting his burgeoning shaft into the deep valley between their tantalizing fullness. He cupped his hands harder around the sensual mounds and pushed them even closer together until only his blunt cock-head appeared at the top.

"Oooooohhh," the helpless young bride gasped as she watched his massively pulsating penis slithering up and down between her breasts, the rubbery glans at the end straining almost to her chin!

"Oooooohh, God, no, oooohhh," she could feel his hot stalk of male flesh pulsing licentiously against her sensitive flesh and an uncontrolled responsive tingle shot through the trembling mounds.

"That's it, Hans, get her good and hot," she heard Olaf's voice from somewhere in the half-darkness.

The gardener's hands massaged the large succulent orbs of her breasts, tweaking the erect little nipples into diamond-chipped hardness. He squeezed the stiffening buds between his thumb and forefingers, and a warm throbbing sensation raced through her quivering belly down into her loins.

"Oh no… not… thiis," she protested, beginning to strain against a new unwanted arousal surging through her helpless young body.

Hans' cock stiffened into even greater hardness when he felt her begin to writhe beneath him. He knew it would only be moments until she would be begging for it… the drug was slowly taking effect, insidiously transforming the delectable blonde's low muted protests into low groans of pleasure.

Her continuous uplifting movements only enveloped the gardener's blood-engorged penis deeper up between her voluptuously formed breasts. He thrust back and forth feverishly, increasing the speed of his strokes, his mind reeling with overpowering excitement… nothing else mattered but sinking his lust-knotted hardness up between her warmly enclosing mounds. He'd waited a lifetime for something like this and all else was forgotten… he didn't hear Olaf's voice urging him on, nor was he aware of his own animalistic groans of pleasure as he kneaded the soft roundness of her breasts with impatient hands he no longer controlled.

"Shit," he sighed, looking down to see tight wedges of flesh protruding in white bloodless ridges between his straining fingers. His head dropped to one berry-like nipple and he began nibbling hungrily on it.

"Ooooooh, God, God -" the young bride cried out. She felt Hans begin a slow rocking motion over her that built quickly into a lewd crescendo of wild fucking…

Without even knowing it, she began rocking her hips back and forth almost imperceptibly in time to the gardener's skewering motions between her breasts. Beneath the twisting weight of his hips, she could feel his sperm-filled balls slapping harshly against the flat plain of her stomach. He fucked into the long hollow between the lush moonlike mounds faster, faster, faster; sweat poured down his arms and into his tightly clasping palms, moistening the deep valley between her breasts… and all at once he felt his pent-up sperm rushing from his aching balls and down the length of his frantically ejaculating cock.

The gardener's crazily jerking penis shot its white hot cum-streams in violent spurts up her full heaving mounds like a geyser exploding between two soft hillocks. The wild gusts of seething sperm splashed obscenely on Becky's chin, and rivuleted in oozing white pools on her neck and Adam's apple, flowing over her shoulders and down her back.

The young blonde fell back against the mattress in exhaustion as the gardener's satiated body pulled away from her. She watched as he stumbled up from the bed and turned to Olaf.

"She's all yours."

"Shit," Olaf said. "I thought I'd seen everything, but I never seen someone get it between the tits like that."

"Each to his own," the gardener said.

"Now, let me show you what it's like to really give it to her," the Swede began grappling out of his clothes.

Becky Thompson gazed with drug-glazed eyes at the huge form of Olaf Jorgensen. So far she'd managed to contain the forbidden ecstasy that rippled like lightning up between her defenselessly exposed thighs, but she didn't know how much longer she could hold herself back. The drug was gradually breaking down her resistance – gradually making her aware that she wanted to respond to every depraved thing they did to her helpless body.

"This time we're gonna take her from behind," big Olaf smiled with a lewd twinkle in his eye.

"You mean… fuck her up the ass?" the gardener had pulled on his pants and sat down at the foot of the bed to watch.

"You bet," said the Swede.

Olaf's words drummed through Becky's mind like the echoing voice of doom. He couldn't mean it! It couldn't be true! "You… wh-what are you going to do?"

"Just relax and enjoy it," the hotel clerk said, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling out of his pants which he then dropped on the floor.

He sat beside her, holding his desire-hardened cock in one hand while he caressed her soft white thighs with the other. Becky shifted her weight on the mattress, but his fingers dug painfully into the resilient thigh-flesh, and she stopped.

"Now, up on your knees, baby," he said.

She looked across at Olafs heavily swollen penis clasped in his hand and almost swooned… it was huge! He would split her in two! Hans had humiliated her, had shamelessly fucked her up between her breasts, but the hotel clerk meant to sink this thing into her rectum… The young blonde's random thoughts dwelled for a moment on the way Schneider had raped her earlier that evening. God… she'd suffered so much degradation already, but she knew she had an equally torturous distance to go before the night ended.

"I guess I'll have to help, you," the Swede said, and began to twist her trembling body over onto her stomach. She went limp, and he forced her up on her knees, placing his hands under her hips to lift her firmly rounded buttocks high in the air.

"Man, what an ass," he looked down at the twin white mounds beckoning to him in the soft torch light. The bed creaked and groaned as he sank down onto it with all his weight. The captive bride moaned as she felt him draw his thickly muscled body behind her, the hair on his legs brushing against the quivering backs of her thighs as he knelt and fondled her trembling ass-cheeks in his hands.

Olaf reached down between her knees to draw her legs even farther apart. Then he slid his palms up again to her upraised buttocks, kneading the young flesh harshly and spreading the heels of his hands outward to stretch her rounded ass-cheeks wider until it felt as though something would snap. "Aaaaarrrgg," she groaned, undulating her uplifted buttocks in an attempt to ease out of the painful position.

Becky felt something wet dart into the straining exposed crevice-flesh between her legs… moving wetly up toward her back and then down again over the tiny puckered ring of her anus toward her vagina. It slithered moistly upward again, sending an electrifying shock through her spine, finally seating itself at the tiny elastic opening of her defenseless rectum.

It was his tongue!

Becky jerked, attempting to fling herself from the bed, but his fingers dug deeper and deeper into her cringing flesh, preventing her from moving out of his grasp. "Oh God, God," she moaned as his gripping thumbs sank just outside the tight rubbery anal hole and gently pulled the opening apart. She felt Olaf's tongue sink in, probing deeper and deeper. The invading wetness pulled out and teasingly circled around the tight nether ring, lubricating it for his next entry.

Cool cellar air rushed down her anal crevice when he finally pulled his mouth away. Becky relaxed for a minute until she felt the tip of his extended middle finger probing painfully at the tight rectal passage. "Ooooohhh," she sighed, clenching her tiny puckered anus as closely together as she could to escape the deeper penetration she feared was coming. "Uuuuuugh," she groaned again, as the Swede tightened his grip on her hip with his free hand and sunk his outstretched finger up to the first knuckle.

"What a goddamn tight little asshole," he exclaimed.

"You sure you ain't hurting her?" the gardener said from the foot of the bed.

"I'm not gonna hurt her," Olafs eyes drifted smokily across the young bride's body. "I'm just; gonna fuck her."

"She sure looks tight," the gardener observed.

Becky relaxed slightly; the pain was not quite so bad as she'd expected… not as bad as it could have been if she hadn't been drugged beforehand… and a wave of masochistic pleasure swept devilishly through her loins at the sadistic way he was using her.

His middle finger slipped out of her anus with a lewd sucking sound, and her whole body shook as she felt another blunt pressure at the tiny puckered rectal ring.

"Just let it ease in slowly, honey, don't get tight and scared," said the Swede, "or it'll hurt."

"You, y-you can't do that… no, no you can't!" she cried as she suddenly realized his long hard cock had replaced his finger and was probing at her defenseless rectum.

The young bride's protests only served to excite the hotel clerk further. He took one look at the girl's trembling ass-cheeks and pushed his eagerly pulsing cock's head tighter against her little anus which was puckering tightly together in fear.

He thrust forward with all his strength.

"Nooooooo!" Becky groaned.

"Man… she's tight!"

She began undulating her upraised buttocks, trying desperately to escape his licentious male probe, but she couldn't. He was hurting her, the pain was unbelievable! It felt like her small virginal rectum was splitting before the thick staff of hard flesh cramming up her from behind. "Aaaaaggghhh! You're killing me!" she screamed, but her protest was futile as Olaf continued to hammer his long thick cock inch by painful inch up into her cruelly violated anus.

Finally the hotel clerk, leaning over her back, reached around her waist and down between her wildly trembling legs to fondle her moistening pussy lips and clitoris. She tried to squirm away from his hand, but this only succeeded in impaling his ramrod cock another inch deeper up her rectum. Becky knew her body had reached a point of responding to him… she could feel all her dreads and delights mingling into one burning point of sexual excitement that was all too visible to the burly man straddling her straining buttocks from behind. Becky was aware of the salacious spectacle they must be making to Hans who was watching at the foot of the bed… but somehow that didn't seem as terrifying as the thought that the moment was fast approaching when she would no longer care what they did to her body.

Olaf watched wild-eyed and perspiring as young Becky Thompson writhed and squirmed beneath the insistent pressure of his fingers circling obscenely around her erect clitoris. He let his thickly distended penis rest just inside her rubbery anal hole, giving her time to accustom herself to its alien presence. "Yes, it'll feel real good. Yesssss, Becky, I'm gonna hurt you," he was saying with disarming tenderness.

She moved once again and the clasping walls of her rubbery rectum squeezed glove-like around his invading thickness, sending a whirlpool of delight rippling through his invading cock-shaft. He thrust in slightly, and heard her grunt, then sigh… the change from humiliating pain to pleasure was clear to him now, though she was obviously trying to suppress it.

"Ooooohhh," an obscene feeling surged through the kneeling wife as she felt the warmly pulsing penis buried far up in her rectum, bringing her strange masochistic pleasure, the likes of which she had never experienced before.

"Damn… Jesus!" the Swede groaned.

Oh yessss… God it feels good, her mind spun, that's what I needed… oh yes, oh yes! Oh God, I've got it!

But Jorgensen wasn't used to the wild pleasure of sodomizing a woman, and within seconds the excitement had caused his hot load of sperm to begin aching for freedom. With a loud groan, he knew he couldn't hold back much longer. Again and again he rammed his madly throbbing cock deep up inside her hot little rectum, excited sweat pouring off his chest onto her passionately shuddering back in small streams.

"Oh damn!" he cursed himself.

Becky began to feel her own overpowering need slowly taking over her mind and body. She wanted him… had to have him bring her to orgasm before he climaxed. Her face was twisted now with the delirium of desire, and she began lunging her back into his heavy stomach, sending the pile-driving tip of his thick penis deeper and deeper up into her hotly clasping rectum.

"Gooooooooood, Goooooooood God!" she moaned, "fuck me… Olaf, fuck meeeeee, fuck my asshole! Oh… oh… oh!"

Her lewd entreaties were simply too much for him and Olaf knew he could hold back the flood no longer. With one final agonizing jolt forward, his balls flexed and then exploded in a rapid-fire blast of hot spurting semen that flooded her rectum and overflowed from around his deeply embedded cock-shaft. He lunged so hard that she groaned under him as he strained to keep every inch of his wildly ejaculating penis deep up inside her warm buttery rectum.

"No! Pleeeassee! Don't stop now… keep fucking… I'm almost there," Becky pleaded, but the hotel clerk's penis was already growing soft and slipping uselessly from her tightly clasping rectum. She reached behind and grabbed the deflating shaft with both hands, trying to hold it in, but it was useless! "Please!" she began weeping. "You can't leave me like this!"

Her head whirled dizzily around and around, and finally her face fell to the mattress. She sensed Hans gaping in wonderment at her as she kneeled nakedly on the bed, her rounded ass-cheeks still lifted shamelessly in the air, sob after sob shaking her aroused young body as thin streams of sperm ran down the backs of her thighs.

"Shit… she was really something," Olaf stood up from the bed, a dazed, stupored look glazing his eyes.

"Let me finish it off for you," the gardener pulled off his pants once more and began stroking his already hardened penis back and forth in his hands.

The young bride looked back at the lean older man as he moved up behind her… She just had to have it now… all sense of what was right and wrong had slipped like water through a sieve from her mind. The aphrodisiac had transformed her entire body into a mass of shamelessly begging female flesh which could only be satisfied by one thing: A long hard cock.

"Oooooh, yessssss, Hans… fuck my asshole. Please make me cum… I'll go out of my mind if I can't cum," she felt him forcing her fleshy ass-cheeks apart.

"Don't worry lady… Goddamn… you're hot," he pressed his sinewy thighs up against her own.

Something hard and pulsating rubbed against her clenching little anus. The gardener's face was contorted beyond all recognition. Sweat dripped from his chest and rivuleted down onto her upraised buttocks, forming a tiny pool that trickled down her parted anal crevice. She felt his rubbery cock-head press obscenely against the snug little opening to her rectum.

"Move it around," the German gardener commanded. "Wiggle that ass up and down."

Becky turned back around as Hans positioned himself more securely behind her buttocks. She did as he'd commanded, lifting her ass-cheeks slightly, then lowering them, her back bent and her face pressed into the sweat-soaked animal skins that covered the bed. She opened her mouth as if to speak again, but was caught short as the German's excitedly throbbing penis suddenly sank its full length up into her cum-drenched rectal channel.

But this time it didn't hurt… "Ooooooh, eeeeeyeeeesss," she crooned. Hans arched his hips back as far as he could, and then rammed his long thick cock right up to the hilt with another body-jolting thrust. She could feel the warmly pulsing under-ridge of his cock burrowing up her passion-inflamed rectum, burying its fleshy hardness deep into the hidden recesses of her stomach.

He held his throbbing penis there for a moment, savoring the wild sex-tremors that raced deliriously through the voluptuous body beneath him. Then he began to fuck up into her anus with a deliberately slow rhythm that whipped the ever-growing flames of insatiable desire into a raging inferno. "Shit… ahhhhhh, damnit," the gardener groaned. Every plunging thrust rippled like steel through her rapturously clinging rectal walls, bringing her closer and closer to a higher peak of ecstatic pleasure than she had never experienced before.

Suddenly, she reached behind them both, her sharp nails biting like barbed hooks into his ass-cheeks, holding him pressed firmly against her wantonly undulating buttocks. With each downward thrust of his hips, she pulled with all her strength, driving his long sodomizing shaft as far as it would go up into her no longer virginal rectum.

"Oh… God… God! Nothing has ever felt… so wonderful," she moaned, flailing her head to and fro like a madwoman.

Becky knew she was approaching her climax. She could tell by the all-pervasive rippling sensations intensifying within her desire-tautened little belly.

She heard Hans groan behind her, could feel his thighs clapping vigorously against her gyrating ass-cheeks. "My God… Fuck me Hans! Fuuuuuucccck meeeeeee!"

The gardener stepped up his pile-driving rhythm, plunging up into her anus as though he were mining the earth, fucking as hard as he could up into her milking anal channel. He burrowed faster and faster through the warm velvety walls of her rectum, feeling the pent-up sperm in his balls exploding forward in an inexorable surge that threatened to tear both of them into tiny pieces.

"Aaaaggh!" Becky lifted the gardener's weight on her back and raised her head to groan. "Oh God, I'm cumming… I'm cummmming!"

Hans' arms reached under her tapering waist and held her buttocks completely off the mattress as he fucked up into her tight spasming rectal passage with every ounce of energy he could summon, rocking his loins back and forth with a savage motion as he buried his wildly ejaculating penis all the way to the hilt in her convulsing rectum.

The two sweat-soaked bodies began squirming all over the bed, their arms flailing from side to side as wild grunts and groans sputtered like electric static from their parched lips. "Ooooohhh," she sighed, pumping her smoothly rounded buttocks in one last effort to get every ounce of sperm from his crazily spewing penis.

One more deeply plunging lunge… then another… and finally his seething eruption splattered-deep up inside her belly, flooding her clenching anus with its powerfully jetting spurts of sperm. Through a mindless daze of pleasure, Becky could feel the endless gush of cum that filled her insides to bursting, mingling with Olaf's semen already pumped there a few minutes before… and she felt herself falling… falling… into a warm oblivion of contentment.