Mark was worried and angry. He was anxious about Patricia and annoyed with himself because he hadn't taken a firmer stand with the girl over her visit to the studio. He realized that it really wasn't any of his business as to how the girl conducted her life. But that didn't stop him from worrying over her. He found after seeing her again that Patricia was much more to him than just another brief affair… maybe even more than he wanted to admit to himself right now.
He pulled his car into the circular driveway that led to Larry and Ellen's house, then paused to double check the address that he had copied from the phonebook. When he approached the house and noticed the blinds drawn at the upstairs window, Mark had guessed earlier that he might be too late to prevent Patricia from falling into Larry and Ellen's clutches.
The darkened window at two in the afternoon, together with his previous knowledge of the couple's well-known reputation, increased his anxiety over Patricia's safety. He opened the car door and stepped out, being careful not to slam it and draw their attention to his arrival, though he was certain they were probably already engaged in Patricia's seduction.
He entered the house carefully through an unlocked ground-floor window and quietly made his way up the winding staircase that led to the master bedroom, hoping against hope that he would not be too late to help the girl. He wasn't sure of exactly what his actions would finally be when he confronted the brother and sister. At the moment, his only thought was to somehow rescue the young girl and take her far away from Larry and Ellen and the rest of the wild people she had somehow gotten involved with in these last months.
When he got to the top of the stairs, he noticed that there were three doors on the second level and he wasn't sure which one was the master bedroom. Suddenly a small, muffled moan came from behind the middle door… he quietly made his way to it noticing that the door was slightly ajar…
Less than an hour before Mark's arrival, Patricia had awakened from a deep sleep to find Ellen standing by the dressing table drawer, her hand clutching a strong-looking rubber phallus with a determined look in her eyes. She stared in speechless wonderment as Larry helped her to don the artificial cock, slipping its thick straps between her crotch and knotting it tightly around her hips. The monstrous length bobbled in the air as Ellen came back to where Patricia was lying naked and gripped her new artificial growth proudly.
"Isn't it beautiful?" she asked the girl. "Doesn't it give you a thrill to see me wearing such a thing?" She smiled evilly down at the quivering girl beneath her, then added in a low whisper… "And in just a few moments, I'm going to push it right up into your tight little cunt."
Patricia trembled. "It's too big," she said in a small, frightened voice. "It'll split me open, Ellen… it won't go in!"
Ellen smiled at her. "It may surprise you to know that I've satisfied many younger girls just like yourself with this wonderful instrument." She touched the tip of the weapon and ran her fingers majestically along its thick, wicked-looking span.
Then Larry helped to hoist her onto the contraption, fitting her dildo carefully between Patricia's thighs. Her hands slipped beneath the girl's buttocks and, fondling her fingers into the divide, Ellen felt for Patricia's cuntal lips. They were already pulled apart by the position of her spread-eagled legs, and Ellen, fitting her thumbs firmly into the gash, easily stretched the flesh-folds to their widest opening.
She wriggled her hips until the huge phallus' pointed head moved into Patricia's outer lips, then skillfully transferred her fingers to it and began to push the hardened rubber shaft deeper and deeper into the girl's straining hot channel. Ellen surged forward, making the dildo penetrate to its hilt, ignoring the frantic cries which Patricia made, pleading and begging at first for the older girl to stop the torturous exercise. The pain which Patricia had suffered when the shaft was sunk the first two inches was almost unbearable; she writhed in exquisite agony, but was unable to prevent a sudden secretion of soft, slippery cum from oozing out of her cunt and lubricating Ellen's artificial cock.
Though she needed no encouragement, Ellen seemed to be spurred on by the milky fluid which Patricia had expelled. Some of it trickled onto her fingers and when she felt its juicy moistness, she redoubled her efforts… fucking harder and harder at the gradually enlarging hole beneath her.
The cord which attached her dildo to her loins was digging thrillingly into her own sex, and Ellen felt her own cunt begin to flow softly as she let her mind take on the fantasy that she was truly a man… that she did possess this vibrant penis… that it was made of flesh and blood! And now that it was bulging deeply within Patricia's vagina, Ellen's passion mounted to the point where she could no longer distinguish between her body and the girl's.
Larry, meanwhile, had lifted himself up onto the bed behind Patricia's head and was lowering his body down so that his stiffened cock rubbed against Patricia's mouth. Ellen made room for her brother, twisting herself sideways on top of the girl; her head and shoulders hanging over the side of the bed.
Larry moved his hands onto Patricia's quivering, white breasts and fondling almost angrily at the melons, crouched with his knees on either side of the girl's face. He rested his head on Ellen's contracting buttocks, his arms tucked beneath his body.
Almost beside herself now with horror and ecstasy at this bizarre method of coupling, Patricia… the crushing weight of Larry's loins almost suffocating her… opened her mouth to gasp air… and automatically began to work her lips against the soft cotton of his shorts in order to breathe. She could feel the man's prick straining beneath the thin material that was barely able to keep his hardening organ within its tightly stretched confines, and Patricia suddenly realized that her lips were deriving pleasure from grazing against the delicious pressure.
Perhaps it was the knowledge that she had been so humiliated by the couple, and had traveled so close to the insane limits of sexual pleasure under their tuition, that nothing mattered any more. She could now with her newfound freedom, obtain a sensual satisfaction from almost any source of stimulation.
Her mind began splitting off into two directions now: one yearning for complete domination from Larry, the other observing from a distance, her masochistic suffering, plunging her loins now in rhythm against the artificial cock with abandoned pleasure, as a series of white-hot climatic explosions, began to explode throughout her body.
She was still arching her cunt up into Ellen's dildo when the door crashed open and Mark Saunders hurtled into the room… a cry of disgust and anger wrenched from his lips as his eyes met the perverted and obscenely degrading scene before him. Faced with the lewd sight of Ellen and Larry huddled like parasites over Patricia's helpless and vulnerable nudity, he wanted to play the role of the avenging angel with every fiber of his being.
A wave of sickening nausea spread from his stomach into his mouth, leaving a vile taste on his tongue. Yet he stood before them transfixed, unable to take the first essential steps, completely entranced at first by the naked sensuality of the group before him.
The brother stood up and slowly removed the curious contraption from Ellen's luscious hips and advanced angrily towards him, stopping when he was a few paces away. Ellen's hand had gone to her mouth… the girl's body rolling off Patricia's until Mark could see the wet appendage which stuck out from her loins.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Larry demanded. "This is private property… Get out of here this instant! Go on!" he screamed. "Before I call the police!"
Mark stared at him, his violent rage suddenly crumpling before the ridiculous spectacle. Beneath his tight flimsy underwear, Larry's prick was straining fiercely upwards, and right now he looked more of a pitiful, than a menacing sight to him. Mark's shoulders shook a little; he was unable to suppress a muffled chuckle at the ludicrous vision.
Larry came a step nearer. His whole body had started to tremble with fury.
"Will you get out of here?" he yelled, his face terribly contorted. "Get out! Get out!"
Mark ignored him completely. He felt oddly detached from the whole situation… as if it was too farcical to be taken seriously. And yet… And yet something within him responded to the undercurrent of perverse sexuality which pervaded the room. He remained motionless, his eyes riveted to the sight of Patricia's still lewdly spread-eagled and perspiring body. A thought persisted in spinning round and round his mind – you don't really hate this kind of thing at all… you could just as easily be in Larry's place if you weren't so afraid of your secret desires!
Ellen had jumped off the bed and stepped quickly to her brother's side, holding Larry's arm tightly.
"Let me handle this," she told him quietly. Then she turned to Mark, "What are you doing here? What do you want from us?"
Before he could reply, Patricia's voice broke in. "He's a friend of mine, Ellen! Don't spoil everything for me, Mark… please don't! I'm perfectly all right… why don't you just go away and forget what you've seen here?"
Mark was dimly aware that his entire attitude, both towards Larry, Ellen and Patricia and towards his feelings about their setup was being quickly changed, colored and mysteriously changed by forces which he could only faintly recognize.
He heard his voice shatter the sudden hush which had fallen between them.
"I'll make a deal with you… Let me join in and I won't take any action against you! And you both know that I could do plenty to ruin your nice little house parties. I don't think I have to elaborate. A word dropped in a few ears…"
While he was speaking, Mark kept his eyes on Patricia. The girl had now relapsed into her state of sensual stupor, and she made no sign that she had understood the tenor of his voice; or even that she had heard him at all. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw that Ellen had drawn Larry aside and was whispering urgently in her brother's ear. He waited, confident of their answer to his request. It was a relatively small thing he was asking; and they scarcely had a choice in the matter, he thought, keeping his mind cold and calculating, though a part of his brain was already trying to rationalize his decision.
If he participated in their orgy, he told himself, he might be able to show Patricia that their sickness was truly contagious, and that they would have to join forces to free themselves of the couple's influence. Beyond that, he tried to freeze his mind shut and was unwilling to probe farther into his consciousness. The far more profound, unconscious motivation which were operating to cause his abrupt decision would have to be thought over another time.
As Larry and Ellen turned back to face him, he realized that the palms of his hands were wet and nervous with anticipation, it was already far too late for him to change his mind now.
Patricia was lazily stretched out on the bed before them, her eyes closed as if they were too heavy for her to keep them open, and her legs spread wide apart, undulating her body up at them in complete abandonment. Mark hurriedly stripped to his underpants and his prick was growing hot and stiff as he gazed upon her stimulating movements. There was no longer any room in his heart for compassion. At the moment Patricia represented to him nothing more than an object on which he could vent his rising lust.
"I can see you're ready to begin," Ellen commented drily. Her eyes lifted slowly from Mark's growing bulge and stared into his face.
Ellen re-donned her huge, menacing dildo, and Mark couldn't help staring at it with open curiosity. She caressed the rubber instrument, noting his interest.
"Don't pretend you're disgusted," she said softly. "Not any more… You're really intrigued, aren't you? You're wondering what it's like to feel something this large inside of you…" She moved her body until the tip of the rubber shaft brushed against Mark's thigh. "Maybe I'll give you a nice surprise later on…"
Her sensuous words made his cock leap involuntarily inside his pants, his brain afire with sudden heat. Before Ellen could say any more, he pulled his shorts off, dragging them savagely down his legs.
"Very powerful!" Ellen whispered approvingly. She rubbed her dildo meaningfully back and forth until it touched the throbbing swollen knob at the tip of his penis. He tensed his body as he watched Larry wriggle himself beneath Patricia's back, almost completely covering his nudeness from their sight under the girl's body. She offered no resistance, and he began working his hands around her buttocks, stretching the soft pliant cheeks wide apart and then sliding downwards on the bed to manipulate his cock up between the hot, deeply creased valley.
Larry gripped his lengthened shaft with one hand, while trying to keep Patricia's buttocks spread apart with the other. Her tight elastic anus was already well-lubricated by the wetness of her last orgasm and it required only a little patience and effort for Larry to work his penis well into the beautifully snug orifice.
His hands came around to the girl's hips and he began to thrust them downwards, at the same time urging his own loins up until he felt the entire length of his rigid tool slip slowly into her tight rectal opening.
"Come and fuck me, Mark!" Patricia cried, suddenly coming to life as Larry's penis penetrated her anus, spearing into her like a giant fish hook. "Look… I'm so helpless, I can't move an inch! You could do anything you wanted with me… I couldn't stop you!"
Mark, his throat dry, the saliva refusing to flow, moved to the bed, seeing from between Patricia's wide-open thighs Larry's hard, thick cock as it pulsed stiffly in and out of the girl's anus. The sensation of moving in slow motion through a dream suddenly left him. He flung himself down on top of Patricia's body, his mouth hungrily seeking hers, his hands reaching for her large pulsating breasts.
"I'm helpless!" she whispered against his lips. "So terribly helpless! Fuck me, darling… fuck me while I'm unable to stop you!"
He ran his hands from her tits to her shoulders, felt the flesh in rough and urgent fondlings, thrust them back to her breasts again, then roamed his fingers all over the front of her body, pressing them finally into the inside of her thighs. His cock was already rubbing against Patricia's clitoris… pressing hard into her fully-distended vaginal slit, and he fumbled it down slowly until he could feel it sinking wonderfully into the girl's soft, wet pussy between her wide-spread legs.
He buried his hard shaft deeply inside her belly and he could feel every side of his instrument touch hard against her inner muscles, while at the same time Larry continued to pump up into her from behind. Together, the two men screwed into the young girl's yielding body, raging their pricks furiously in and out of her cunt and anus, sandwiching her between their bodies and fondling insatiably at her flesh.
The thought which had been growing steadily in Patricia's foggy mind for the last few minutes now burst into full flower; she was purely an instrument of pleasure for the male sex! She had no purpose in life other than to act as a captive slave for their lust! And this fate seemed to her a truly satisfying one. It meant that she had relinquished her free will, abandoned her moral and physical freedom completely.
The excitement which this strange yet profound emotion generated within the girl was intense. Patricia gave herself up to it with the melting sensation of surrender coursing through her veins. She kept her cunt and anus muscles totally relaxed, letting Mark and Larry fuck her most private orifices and do with her whatever they wanted to do.
Seeing the three of them in such a thrilling and uninhibited coupling, Ellen felt her cunt juices beginning to flow again. She fingered her dildo, wondering how she was going to pry her way between them and have a portion of the girl for herself. Then she had a brilliant idea. Of course! There was no need for her to separate them at all, even if such a thing were possible!
Ellen then remembered her vague promise to Mark, and reached out for the large jar of Vaseline which lay on the dressing table, smearing the greasy ointment liberally over the length of her phallus. Then, moving as carefully and quietly as possible, the girl knelt between Mark's out-flung thighs. He was lying with his legs on top of Patricia's… his buttock muscles twitching wildly as he rammed his prick in and out of her cunt.
Ellen caressed the cheeks of his buttocks until she had opened the boy's behind, stretching it as fully apart as she could. With one hand gripping her dildo and the other stretching his left cheek apart, the girl adjusted her position so that the rubber head of her shaft was directed straight at the opening of his anus.
Steadily, she began to insert the head of the huge, artificial cock into him, raking her fingernails firmly into the hollow when he tried to clench his muscles shut against it. He groaned and started to protest as Ellen eased the hard, thick rubber slightly into his anus. But his passion was too aroused to tear himself from the body of the girl writhing, lasciviously out of control between him and Larry. The delicious drag of her wet-walled pussy was far too exquisite for him to leave her for even one minute!
He groaned involuntarily as he felt the full thrust of the dildo digging into his anus, a staggering pain shooting through his intestines as the unfamiliar, much too thick intruder slipped into him all the way to its rubber hilt. His eyes misted and blurred, the hot tears filling them as he suffered the pain of having his anus almost ripped open by the tremendous phallus.
Slowly his inner muscles expanded giving room for the instrument to ease its way in and out of him in rhythmic movements and he realized through his heated passion that he was actually deriving a certain pleasure from its fucking into his wide-stretched anus.
The ultimate indignity of being fucked by a beautiful, naked young girl gradually ceased to possess any true meaning for him. The actual experience itself was so novel and beyond all the rules of normal sex patterns that he relaxed and began to regard it as something to be done and treated as nothing more than a bizarre and enjoyable experience.
The heavy weight of Ellen's ample breasts as they pushed into his back, just below the shoulders, was stimulating and exciting his senses to a higher peak. He could feel the girl's nipples ripe and stiff on his bare flesh, their round hardness rubbing as Ellen gripped him around the waist and writhed her body up and down. Her hands slipped lower until he could feel her fingers toying insistently with his prick as it fucked in and out of Patricia's cunt. Ellen fondled the rigid stem beautifully, tapping and caressing it until he was stimulated beyond all endurance.
The combination of Patricia's tight pussy, Ellen's perverted cramming of the dildo up his anus, and the itchy sensation of Larry's cock as it rubbed against his through the paper-thin sheath of Patricia's vagina, was suddenly too much for him.
The sounds of deep straining grunts and groans filled the hot stifling air of the room, mingling with the noise of sweat-soaked flesh smacking sharply against sweat-soaked flesh and the wet, viscous sound of his pile driving cock going in and out of Patricia's mucous-lined cunt. Mark began a sudden brutal ramming deep down inside her as he felt the hot, white cum building up inside his heated balls. He wildly shoved his tongue into her parted lips as he rammed his spewing cock all the way to the hilt in her soft unresisting cunt.
Her clitoris throbbed up against his shaft, its itchy, erotic pulsing on the boy's spurting organ sending Patricia into a delirious, swooning frenzy. Every atom of her body was seized by the new experience, shaken up and jolted into a state of excruciating ecstasy.
And now that Ellen felt the trio beneath her coursing through the final stages of their orgasms, she needed only to grip her dildo with one hand and draw its straps more tightly into her open cunt, the rough friction sending her entire body into a sharp climatic orgasm. Her cum started to soak the leather cord she loved so well, her open-lipped cunt spewing forth in a brilliant flash of orgasm she had never imagined could exist.
Afterwards, when his breath had returned to normal, Mark lay on the bed in a naked tangle of entwined limbs and flesh and began to wonder just what he was going to do about his relationship with Patricia.
For the moment, he felt too steeped in this den of evil to look at the problem objectively. If Patricia had been driven to the very brink of insanity by Larry and Ellen's manipulations, then he, too, was not so very far from the borderline. They had stirred impulses which he now wished with all his heart had remained dormant within his mind, locked safely away where they could do no harm in the depths of his unconscious.
He knew that he could never again enjoy a normal sexual experience after what he had just been through. He would always desire the added stimulation of a third or fourth party to his lovemaking, and he would never be able to erase from his mind the picture of Patricia in the middle of it all… a helpless, sacrificial victim of their crude lusts.
He closed his eyes, and before his red-rimmed retina there danced a succession of pornographic images… enticing, seductive, stimulating. Perhaps it was all a dream, a brief lapse into madness. When he reopened them the room would change into his own bedroom; Patricia, Ellen and Larry would all be gone.
The hope grew, and he held his breath, afraid to move, fearful of the least sound that would indicate the presence of his fellow-orgiasts. He would count to five, then open his eyes. One… two… three… four…