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WARNING:
     This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
     The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, 
and contains descriptions of explicit sex.  If you are not an 
adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further.
     I am NOT the author.  I don't have the talent to write these 
stories.  We can only be ... "TheEditor" and Associates.





                        Voodoo In Haiti

                       By Aubrey Wilder



                               Chapter 1

     Richard held on to his mind with difficulty.  His senses were 
reeling.  He felt dizzy.  It was one of those numerous delightful nights 
which all young married people will remember later on in their life with 
nostalgia, one of those honeymoon-like nights when the bedroom 
atmosphere is charged sensuality and the husband wants to make love to 
his wife and not just have sex with her ...
     Alice Carlton sighed.  Her soft blue eyes darkened with passion.  
They looked like twin thunderstorms to Richard.  She turned on her side 
and held her lovely, rounded breasts for his kisses, her velvet-skinned 
bosom rising and falling with her heavy breathing, the pink porous 
cherries topping the white, creamy mounds offered provocatively to her 
husband's kisses.  She too, was receptive to the special, vacation like 
mood of the night, and her eroticism rose even higher as she thought of 
all delightful moments they would enjoy since Dick's vacation began 
tomorrow ...
     Three weeks ... they would have three full weeks to devote entirely 
to each other ... well, maybe not entirely---a cloud passed over Alice's 
lovely face as she remembered Richard's peculiar interest in the occult 
and primitive rites, interest which had been decisive in their chasing 
Haiti as the place where they would spend their vacation.  Haiti, of all 
places!
     Visions of morbid zombies and wild-eyed nation raced through her 
mind.  However, Alice knew that she could hardly object to her husband's 
enthusiastic decision since Voodoo precisely formed a very important 
part of the very course he was to teach next fall at the college, where 
he worked as assistant professor of anthropology.
     The young woman tried to chase all unpleasant thoughts away and to 
concentrate on their present delightful occupation, making love.  The 
erotic fires were again flowing through her body.
     "Don't you like my breasts, darling?" she asked in a slightly 
strained voice.
     "Do I?" Richard suited his action to the words he had to force from 
his lips.  He kissed the little pink tips that
hardened between his lips.  He felt her hands exploring him
as he gloried in her warm nudity.
     He lay beside her for a second or two and just stared.  She
was beautiful.  Perfect.  Her beauty kind of stunned him once again.  
Her body was smooth and voluptuous, slenderly youthful and yet ripe for 
loving, like a child on the brink of
maturity.  Only Alice didn't have anything childish in her
passion-ridden eyes.
     He stroked the velvet flesh, running his hank down her
thighs, crimping the little round buttocks, feeling the
pulsing warmth of her throbbing pussy under the tangled
mass of curly pubic hair, making her shiver and moan under
his expert touch ... and then, he kissed her, there on the wide
conjugal bed with the sheets thrown back and pieces of their night 
clothing scattered about.
     He might have kissed her a dozen ways, but he had chosen that one 
with his tongue, and spontaneously, she sucked it down into her mouth 
hungrily, probing and charging it with her own.
     He didn't raise up to stare into her eyes this time.  His cock was 
jumping, the blood racing hotly down its hardening length.  Instead, he 
cupped her breast, caressing it tenderly as she began to squirm under 
him.  Then, her own tongue shot up like a hot little wedge of fire into 
his mouth and he could taste the sweetness of her.
     He dropped his hand to her slightly protruding little belly and 
stroked as her breath quickened in his mouth, then he let it trace down 
over the rise of her pubic mound to her thighs, her beautiful, luscious 
thighs ...
     Alice continued to suck his tongue, drawing its liquid into her 
throat as the fires went on building inside her.  She felt his hand 
clutching at her naked breast.
     She gasped aloud.
     He squeezed while his tongue played in her mouth and she nibbled at 
it.  Then, his thumb and forefinger found the nipple and rolled it 
tenderly between them, generating tiny shocks throughout her body.
     "Oh, Alice, darling," he whispered into her mouth.
     Richard took his wife's warm, shapely beauty in his arms and began 
to kiss her all over.  Alice kept gasping and wriggling, but he 
persevered.  He turned her on her belly and lay on top of her to run his 
tongue down the deep line of her spine, feeling each bony ridge lined 
perfectly the other.  She shivered and groaned with glee. He opened her 
legs and nibbled at the soft flesh on the inside of her thigh.  He 
touched her lightly with the tip of his tongue and thrilled as she 
giggled and pleaded for him to stop. Everything about her was absolutely 
beautiful, he thought.
     Again and again, he was tempted to plunge himself into her blonde 
delight and enjoy the warm glory her body had to offer so tantalizingly, 
but he wanted to get the best out of her.
     She was pliable and willing in his hands, refusing him nothing, 
turning over when he wanted her to.  Once stroking her with his toes and 
putting her foot between his lips as he turned her back towards him and 
massaged her breasts, kissing the back of her neck and her ears, she 
nearly went crazy.
     Richard was anticipating the beautiful highway of sexual bliss he 
was soon to possess.  There was just nothing else like it at all.
     He was breathless himself now.  His heart was pumping.  He pulled 
away and as he looked at Alice's cute little loins rotating sensuously, 
expectantly so near him, he again felt the savage urge to conquer her 
rising in his throbbing cock.  He checked himself as his body moved 
forward compulsively and arrived between the warm, velvet clamps of her 
thighs.
     Alice giggled and put her hand down.  She had moistened her fingers 
and began to titillate him.  She was not disappointed as she examined 
the thick cock throbbing in her hands and saw the lubricating fluid 
glistening at its purple tip.  Tenderly, she stroked the foreskin down 
its full length and helped it return to cover the smooth gland of its 
head.
     "Ooooahhh, darling!" Alice exclaimed.
     Saliva dripped from his open mouth to mingle with her juices 
secreting from the delicious narrow split that started at the bottom of 
the smooth white belly and trailed down between the rounded creamy moons 
of her buttocks pressed tightly against the mattress.
     "Darling, come," Alice said, taking his head in her two hands.  She 
stuck out her little pointed tongue and let it slide over her mouth.  
"Dick, darling," she moaned, "do this to me ... down there."
     She felt his cock twitch against her hand.  Slowly, he maneuvered 
himself down between her wide- spread legs.  She gaped at him crouched 
between her legs through half-opened eyes.  She could feel the flat 
palms of his sweating strong hands clasped against the tender softness 
of her inner thighs, holding them wide apart, and suddenly she wanted to 
widen them even further for him.  Her secret treasure must now be open 
to him at his will.  She watched excitedly as his head lowered slowly 
slowly ... slowly!
     "Aaaaaggghhh!" she jerked when his hot, moist lips closed over the 
soft mound at the base of her belly.  The blur of his face disintegrated 
in her vision, evolving once more in the soft fleece as he planted wet, 
tingling kisses on the still snug aperture, his tongue slashing insanely 
at the quivering opening. 
     "Dick!  Dick, Dick!  My darling!" she called in a hoarse, strained 
voice.
     He pushed his whole face into her crotch, letting all of her 
flowing juices wet his handsome features.  His nose, eyes, and both his 
cheeks were wet with the sweet woman smelling fluid oozing from her 
delightful cunt.  He felt as though he wanted to breathe her into him.  
He continued to move his face back and forth between her legs, parting 
her fleshy vaginal lips with each movement ... his nose nudging her 
tiny, erect clitoris, making it stand up rigidly in the wetness of the 
warm cavern.
     Alice moaned and called his name, pushing his face harder and 
harder into her waiting crevice.  He began to lick her smoothly, then, 
with the flat of his tongue, feeling each tiny mound of her delicious 
cunt beneath his adoring tongue.
     She could feel the swelling up within her ... his tongue and mouth 
worked away at her and she could hear the obscene, exciting sounds of 
his panting and love making.  Her own hands moved sensuously down over 
her throbbing breasts and slid slowly along her smooth, flat stomach, 
coming to rest on either side of his hips.  Her fingers stroked softly 
for a moment at the flexing hollows of her inner thighs ... then, slowly 
spread the fleshy, hair lined lips of the moist furrow apart, allowing 
his hungry mouth complete access to her wet, secret being.
     She pressed her elbows to her ribs and her head bossed from side to 
side uncontrollably as his hot, searing tongue shot out, its soft 
flicking tip circling her quivering clitoris.  She felt his lips suck 
drawing the warm folds of her soft cunt deep into the hot cavern of his 
mouth, while his tongue continued its maddening licking against the 
straining bud of her sex.
     "Ooooahhh!  Aaaaggghhhh!  Darling.  She groaned.
     Alice groaned again and again ... unashamedly from deep in her 
throat as the hot probing tip worked its way up and down the length of 
her narrow weft slit, starting at the lower belly and pressuring its way 
down over the elastic rimmed opening of her clasping vagina and into the 
crevice of her flexing buttocks, where it stopped momentarily to do a 
wet probing homage to the tight brown throbbing hole.  Her hips ground 
wildly into the mattress, soft mewing animal sounds escaping from 
between her passion clenched teeth.
     Richard Carlton worked frenziedly, feeling the soft wet pubic hair 
of his wife's cunt brushing tantalizingly against his cheeks.  Oh, how 
he loved her!  How he liked to see her squirming under his caressing 
tongue!
     Now, her groans drove his tongue faster as it worked its way up and 
down her steaming hot crotch, and her hands were tangled in his thick 
mane of brown hair, guiding his face to the palpitating opening of her 
cunt.  He ran his tongue into the soft rimmed flesh, flicking at it for 
a moment, then withdrawing it to tease around the ragged pink edges of 
the delicious hole.
     She forced him, pressing his mouth directly over the tight little 
opening in her squirming crotch, and as his lips rounded and covered the 
elapsing viscous flesh, he thrust his tongue deep down into her vagina, 
raising a low guttural moan from Alice whose soft warm thighs closed 
convulsively around either side of his moving head.
     He could feel the wet flesh slip moistly around his long, extended 
tongue as the walls of her invaded vagina opened and closed in a sucking 
motion of their own, attempting to pull his tongue deeper and deeper 
into it.  Her heels pushed down against his back, pressing his body into 
the flesh trap of her open thighs until he could barely breathe, his 
nose smashed tightly against the tiny, hard clitoris above, breathing in 
the pungent odor of the lust juices now flowing abundantly from it.  It 
was inciting his cock to a hardness he wouldn't be able to control much 
longer.  He had to fuck her or he would soon explode all over the 
rumpled bed sheets.
     Alice's body was lost in the ecstatic fire of the moment.  Every 
muscle of her passionate body was tensed as she strained her hips 
upwards toward the maddening probe between her legs.  Dick was 
magnificent!  He was bringing such pleasure from her body!
     Her love for him incited her further.  Her ups drawn legs opened 
and closed around the tormenting head that was licking gluttonously at 
her flame-seared cunt.  The cords of her neck stood out as she pulled 
with an her strength against the tangled hair of his head.
     "Ooahhhh!  Oooohhh!  Aaaaaggghhg!" she wailed, splaying her legs 
wider and wider to give him greater access.  "Go on!  Don't stop!" she 
pleaded.  "Don't stop now! Please, Dick, lick my cunt! tick it good! 
Lick it!"
     And then there came a rushing in her ears and she choked as the 
ceiling seemed to cave in on her and she screamed at the sweet, 
intolerable delight of it, wanting it to go on forever and ever, never 
to stop until her whole being was drained of all sensation.
     She lay gasping and slowly recovering, Richard pulled his head away 
from her flooded loins.  His face gleamed with her genital juices.
     "Darling ... Alice, darling, I want to cum inside you," he 
whispered hoarsely.  "That's the way I want it!"
     She, too, wanted to feel his rigid hot presence within her still 
palpitating vagina.  She wanted him to fuck her, hard, deep, with those 
passionate lunges of his that seemed to bear down to her deepest, most 
sensitive being bringing out her hidden emotions and telling her with 
every cell of his manhood that he loved her.
     She folded her trembling legs around his back as he slowly 
positioned himself between her waiting thighs, and putting her hand 
between his legs, guided his cock to the entrance of her throbbing 
vagina.
     Richard moaned and began to push down on her, penetrating her with 
hungry contentment.  Alice gasped and clutched at him with her arms.  
She was experienced and loving. admitting him freely, though offering 
enough resistance to increase their mutual pleasure.  She reached down 
further and grabbed hold of his swaying, heavy testicles and gently 
began to massage them.
     She lifted her hips off the mattress until she could feel his 
steel-like prick pushing against the moist lips of her vagina, prodding 
painstakingly at the tiny opening.  The purplish head of his swollen 
penis gently parted her pubic hair and pushed through the tiny ring of 
her open, wet pussy.
     "Mmmmm ..." see whimpered, feeling her inside once again on fire 
with desire.
     The thickness of his penis was filling her vagina and she could 
feel her damp vaginal walls close around the shaft with each increasing 
stroke.  Once they were completely joined, she began to cover him with 
passionate kisses.  She ran one hand down his back and pressed a 
delicate finger between his loins and laughed as he yelled at the 
delightful sensation.
     Richard's spirits soared as he thought that Alice was really the 
best and she was his.  His to enjoy and poses.  He stayed his pistoning, 
invasion for a moment and felt her squeeze her vitals against him.  She 
tongued one ear and then the other and bit at his hard, tiny nipples, 
gasping as she did so.
     He was measuring the depths of her sensations by her action.  When 
she clamped her limbs tight around his backside, he knew she was in the 
throes.  Then she would relax and her pleasure would increase until she 
began turning her head from side to side.
     It was all too perfect Richard knew he could not control the fire 
burning inside him for much longer, and so finally, when a passive wave 
of passion gripped him, he surrendered to his galloping senses with a 
spice of regret Such mutual ecstasy was rare and could rarely be 
repeated.
     "Oooohhhh ... aaaagggghhhhh!" she gasped, as she felt the walls of 
her vagina contract and expand around the monstrous, delicious prick 
that was worming around salaciously inside her contrasting white belly.
     He let her have it hard and good in one mighty thrust that appeared 
her to what seemed an incredible depth.  Alice recoiled for a moment as 
if in pain and then bounced back to fight him with her womanhood.  It 
was a beautiful sensation for Richard as her fiery flesh consumed him, 
and kneading and twisting, she took the cool liquid of his strength into 
herself.
     The tightness in her loins was building to the breaking point and 
she knew that she was about to explode ... about to cum!
     "Oh yes ... yes ... I'm summing ... I'm cumming!" she almost 
screamed, bucking her hips up against his pounding organ.
     "I'm cumming ... I'm cumming too, darling!" he groaned as the last 
of his spawns exploded deep inside her.  He let go all his steaming 
sperm with a low rutting grunt as Alice moaned, wallowing in abandoned 
sensual delight, her eyes tightly closed, tiny white lights sparking all 
around the blackness in her head.
     She sank back as the thrills of excitement ebbed from her loins, 
and she massaged his failing, drooping ponds with her quivering belly, 
rewarding his lips with gentle kisses.
     Richard accepted the warm accolade.
     "Don't go now, honey," Alice whispered. "I am still moving."
     He could feel her twitching and stayed soaking his deflated cock in 
the lush warmth of her loving, until they both were still and exhausted.
     For a while, time vanished for them both.  They had found each 
other in wonderful contentment.  Richard forgot his problems and Alice 
forgot hers as well, a problem she had not mentioned to Dick---which 
happened to be a certain, disturbingly handsome "friend" called Roger 
Antrim.
     But she couldn't allow anything to disturb her right now.  After 
all, the so-much-longed-for vacations were only starting and Alice 
looked forward for the three coming weeks, which they were to spend in a 
warm, sensual, Caribbean island: Haiti Alice turned the lights off, 
leaving her husband to his tranquil sleep, and walked silently to the 
living room, bare feet loving the feel of the rug, her robe tied loosely 
at the waist.  She sat down on the sofa and lighted a cigarette, feeling 
intensely the loneliness and silence of the night.  As pale blue rings 
of smoke curled and uncurled in front of her vaguely staring eyes, the 
whole shameful incident between Roger Antrim and herself came back to 
leer mind, all too vivid to be ever forgotten ...
     After all, she had gone steady with Roger for a whole year, and 
certainly their petting had reached the point where one more little step 
would have destroyed her virginity.  But thank God, she thought now with 
a certain relief, she had never gone all the way with him, even though 
they had come disastrously close, and on more than one occasion it had 
been all she could do to hold herself back.
     She wondered whether Roger would remember that night when their 
wild, youthful desires had run amok and taken hold of their eager 
excited bodies.  A wistful smile played on her full, pouting lips as she 
thought that probably he didn't for men forget these things so muck more 
easily than women.  Certainly, the cynical, pretentious Roger Antrim 
couldn't have attached much importance to a "slightly" heated petting 
session with a pretty coed, could he? Even if afterwards this same Roger 
Antrim had looked quite spited at her refusing his advances to fall in 
lover and marry a young anthropology major called Richard Carlton ... 
Dear Richard, handsome and intelligent, ham working too, but without the 
suave refinement Roger possessed ...
     She had never been much of a drinker and that night at the dance, 
she had gone beyond her usual one or two.  After, when they had parked 
in the little clearing so familiar to their petting sessions Alice was 
almost drunk, and she knew it.  But somehow she felt safe and secure, 
and the glow of the alcohol didn't seem to matter.
     She had shivered as Roger brought his left hand up under the line 
of her breast, sagging just slightly, waiting to be lifted.  She could 
feel his piercing gaze, and when she turned, she was met full on his 
lips.  Roger began to gently massage her breast through the barrier of 
the blouse and bra, opening and closing his fingers in a kneading motion 
as his tongue searched her mouth.  He thrust his tongue deeply in her 
mouth, and she began to suck on it in slow pulling movements, nibbling 
ever so gently on the tip of it, building the pressure in his loins 
until he began to press harder and harder against her, one leg jammed 
between hers.
     She began to notice the jerking bulge of his penis becoming firmer 
with each painful throb.  He was slowly grading the full length of it 
against her bare leg, pushing her mini-skirt up higher anal higher, 
until the full length of her soft thighs was exposed.  He placed one 
hand on her knee, slowly advancing and retreating along her supple inner 
thigh.  With each stroke, he came nearer to that gentle pubic mound, its 
soft. sparse fringes flowering out around the elastic borders of her 
panties.
     His mouth had left her lips and began to open and close on her 
breast, still protected by her blouse and bra. Even through the two 
layers of material, she could feel the throbbing of her nip pies as he 
pinched them tenderly between his teeth.
     The tender playing of his tongue around her delicate buds had 
nearly driven her wild, and she'd barely noticed when his hand crept 
beneath her skirt and begun gentle caresses between her smooth white 
thighs.
     "N-No, Roger, heavens no!  We can't ... you ... you mustn't!" she 
had gasped, realizing the danger this time, fearing that in another 
minute the wouldn't be able at stop him.
     And he had continued, his hands gently stroking her soft, vibrant 
flesh, traversing over the full length of her uncontrollably writhing 
body, from her breasts to her flat, now quivering stomach and downward 
to the nylon shielded softness of her golden pubic hair.
     His hand had reached the thin strip of her briefs, and began to 
gingerly trace the edges, where they barely covered the line of her 
thigh.  He had soothed her there, stroking slowly, tantalizingly, until 
with his thumb and forefinger, he began to ease under the elastic toward 
the inviting moist warmth of her vagina, inserting his middle finger 
into the virginal channel.
     A tingling sensation she had never before experienced caused her to 
writhe about on the seat beneath his hand almost fitfully.  She could 
hardly believe the deep gasping sounds of her own breathing and the heat 
from his aroused breath against her excited flesh.
     "Oh, darling, no ... no!  No ... not now," she rasped into his ear 
pleadingly.
     He'd not stopped ...  She could feel his probing fingers as they 
came together beneath her briefs He turned his hand over, palm inward, 
and began to massage the pubic mound, moving slowly down ward until his 
flattened palm reached her distended clitoris, grinding it and pulling 
it between his fingers.
     With his other hand, he had freed her breast from the restraining 
bra, lifting it so that they popped out brazenly from underneath, 
straining forward, still covered by the filmy sheerness of her blouse.  
Hooking his fingers' in the elastic waistband of her briefs, he had 
jerked them quickly over the softness of her round full buttocks and 
maneuvered them over one foot, then the other, as Alice shifted her 
body.  And suddenly, she had felt the unfamiliar coolness as, a blast of 
cold night air chilled her naked thighs.
     Now, Roger could see the full white globes of her breasts exposed 
completely as he released the buttons on her blouse.  Her firm soft 
breasts burst into the open air, their hard pink nipples standing fully 
erect as she looked down on their ripe loveliness.  He brought his hand 
up the length of her body, rotating it slowly until he reached the 
fleshy softness of the firm rounded globes, rolling the hardened nipples 
between his fingers.
     Pushing aside the remnants of her clothing, he clasped one tightly 
in his hand, lifting it up and then smashing it beneath his palm in a 
smooth revolving motion.  Leaning over, his lips suddenly locked tightly 
on her nipple, stopping only to brush the tip from side to side in his 
mouth, pushing it around with his tongue.
     Her entire body began to squirm then, pressing the naked wetness of 
her vagina against his leg, each undulation offering no release, but 
rather, driving her wilder as needles of fire coursed through her 
helpless body.  She gave out a gasp and then another as he sucked harder 
and hater on the aching nipple, all the whole squeezing her other 
breast, the soft ridges of white flesh oozing up between his fingers.
     Then his thrusting tongue began to explore the rest of her body, 
his lips nibbling the flesh beneath her breasts, down further toward the 
gentle mound of her bare stomach, pausing to lash out at her navel, 
causing her to twist and squirm from the tickling sensation, his left 
hand unfastening the clasp of her skirt that lay rolled around her hips.  
This too was pulled down the length of her legs, and her ripe young body 
lay before him completely naked, blonde hair spilling across her 
shoulders, stopping just short of the tips of her breasts.
     His hand left her breast and moved dorm her body, rippling her soft 
flesh in tiny waves before his stroke.  He massaged the area above her 
pubic mound, pressing deeply into the tender flesh.  His searching 
fingers returned to the searing vagina, even hotter and wetter than 
before, probing at the very core of her sex, as she began to revolve her 
hips in a grinding motion, straining and arching her back against his 
hand.  She gave out another gasp and squirmed harder and faker.
     "Ooooohhhh," she moaned.  "Don't ... please ... don't!" she pleaded 
knowing it was useless.
     Her back was arched so high that only her shoulders and heels were 
touching the car seat.  Her knees were wide apart as she ground the hand 
that was continuing to crush her inflamed clitoris, circling it and 
pulling it, shooting bursts of pleasure through her yearning body, 
licking her like lewd flames of suddenly raging desire.
     Her head spun round and round in tortured confusion.  What was 
happening to her!
     Nothing seemed to matter to her except the delicious sensations 
that were wracking her body like the lashes of a whip.  She jerked 
spasmodically with every grinding assault on her tight virginal cunt as 
his finger probed around and around in the smooth fleshy tunnel.  She 
wanted him to stop, for it to be all over, but every fiber of her 
tormented body begged for more ... more!
     He had eased his left hand from around her shoulders, sliding it 
slowly down between their tightly pressed bodies.  Alice had heard the 
whisper of his zipper, her heart skipping a beat as Roger fumbled and 
maneuvered to bring his fully erect cock into the open air.  Then, 
suddenly she sensed the hot, fleshy pressure against her upper thigh.
     His penis!
     She could feel it stretched across her stomach now as she lay on 
her back, also the sticky wetness that seeped out as the hardened flesh-
made contact with her bare akin.
     Her body had actually recoiled from this first ever strange contact 
with a male organ, and had been ready to struggle when abruptly, his 
finger nestled between her legs had probed tenderly into the velvety 
wetness of her vagina, sending a galvanic current of immeasurable 
pleasure soaring through her whole being, leaving her momentarily 
powerless in the throes of the erotic entrancement.
     Her temporary paralysis had led him to believe she was submitting, 
and before she realized it, he had taken her hand and placed it over his 
shaft, pressuring her fingers around the swollen member, his loins 
thrusting in long strikes, pushing the fully moistened length of the 
cock through her clenched hand, and pulling back until only the rubbery 
head, blood-filled and throbbing remained in her grasp.
     Instantly, her mind became a melee of mixed emotions, and even as 
her brain attempted to dictate right over wrong, her fingers clenched 
tight against the hot, throbbing instrument, and she heard his 
expressive groan of delight mingled with her own labored breath.
     This was the first time she had actually seen a male member.  She 
remembered how its enormous size had utterly amazed her, her fingers 
hardly able to encircle it, and how, automatically, she had begun to 
stroke it, manipulating the thick outer skin back and forth ... up an 
down the rigid stem of flesh.
     He was thrusting his long, slender finger deep inside the passage 
of her womanhood, its tender, sensitive wall suddenly so wet from the 
passion fluid ardently seeping from its chaste, excited lips.  It was 
expanding the tiny opening in the membrane that denoted her purity, and 
even though she had feared its tearing, destroying the proof of her 
virginity right then and there, it seemed she could do nothing about it.  
The wild intoxication he was filling her with was stropping her of all 
power to resist, and unconsciously, she had relaxed her inner thighs, 
allowing him greater access to her intimate being even as she had 
increased her own massaging of his penis.
     She remembered how astonished she had been as with each gentle 
stroke, she could feel the massive shaft jerk and grow harder in her 
hand, when the very moment before its huge stiffness seemed impossible 
to surpass.  How could any girl take that inside her!  Surely it would 
split her apart, she had thought with a delightful shiver of fear and 
anticipation coursing through her.
     She began to meet each thrust of his loins with a smooth motion of 
her own sliding hand down to the base of the long, thick penis, to where 
it disappeared in a bushy clump of dark pubic hair.  She could feel the 
veins near the surface, mapping an intricate pattern as they pumped hot 
blood toward the pulsing, swollen head.  She had reached a little 
further and stroked his testicles---delicate little balls in their loose 
flesh pouch.  They were feed to capacity with seething sperm, and she 
now understood the agonizing pressure welling up that Roger must have 
felt then and which threatened to spew forth in a torrent of hot liquid 
release
     In her fascination and enthrallment with the jerking organ, she had 
hardly realized he had rolled over on top of her until he was there, and 
almost too late, she had clamped her thighs tightly together, trapping 
the rock-hard cudgel between them.
     He had gone half out of his mind endeavoring to direct and wedge it 
into the opening of her wet, palpitating vagina, and God knows, she had 
wanted it as bad as he ... but something had helped her maintain her 
wits.  She had striven with all of her efforts against him, her struggle 
causing her hand to tighten around his straining member, and he had no 
more than penetrated the hard, rubbery head at the entrance of her 
upturned crotch, its tip nuzzled between the tight moist lips of her 
quivering vulva when she sensed it beginning to lurch out of control.
     It jerked spasmodically in her hand and Roger gasped as she felt a 
hot, thick stream of liquid spurt from his member and continue as if it 
would never end, until her soft, fleecy pubic hair was drenched with the 
warm, sticky sperm.
     "No, Roger.  You mustn't!  No ...!" she screamed, grabbing the 
stiffened cock mad pulling it away from her opening.
     "Wait!  Uuuungggghhh!"  A low moan of relief massed Roger's lips, 
his penis trucking and rearing like a fire hose, spewing its sticky load 
in milky spurts out and onto her belly.
     The inside of her thighs were saturated with it, and it dribbled 
down between her legs to drench the car seat beneath her naked buttocks.  
Alice had stared in horrified amazement as the rigid cock emptied itself 
on her bare skin, great streams of the hot liquid racing up from his 
testicles, the hardened rod convulsing like a wretching drunk, before 
drooping limply, emptied of its aching load.
     Then, Roger had groaned a final release and draped himself over her 
in obvious exhaustion.  He was mumbling what had sounded like apologies 
to her, as if he had somehow failed her, she thought, almost as if he 
had been unaware she had resisted, and although she had not told him 
then, it was that night and that incident that had made it clear to her 
that she did not love Roger Antrim ... and a few days later, she had met 
Richard for the first time ...
     And now, she was to meet Roger Antrim again ... she knew he would 
be there, in Port-Au-Prince, and what else could she do but try to make 
the best out of it?



                               Chapter 2

     As she had feared, they had not been for two days in Port-Au-Prince 
when Roger Antrim called on them at their hotel.
     Her brain was whirling and her emotions were in turmoil as she 
nervously what Roger's attitude would be ...  But she need not have been 
so anxious, she now thought with intense relief as she got dressed for 
the evening---an evening Antrim had promised to be full of excitement---
he had been he old confident, charming self, but nothing more ...  There 
was not a hint in his attitude towards her that would have allowed her 
to think that he even remembered the incident in the backseat of his car 
that night in the woods ...  Thank God, it was all the better for 
Richard was simply wild with enthusiasm when he had offered to take them 
to some "real show," something quite different from the disappointing 
tourist attractions they had seen up to now.
     Roger arrived punctually and the long appreciative look he gave 
Alice filled her with understandable delight in her blooming womanhood.  
She fen confident and her spirits soared as she walked between the two 
men, each one of her tiny hands wrapped into a strong masculine arm.  
Roger was giving them highlights of the fascinating culture of the 
island that was one of its main charms.  He told them about Voodoo---
Richard listening intently---and mentioned the child sacrifices that the 
Negroes from Dahomey used to have, and still held in secret for it was 
now forbidden.
     The stories gave Alice goose pimples and made her cling closer to 
her former beau as he went on with his informative conversation, all of 
which Richard seemed to almost be swallowing, hanging on to every word 
his friend pronounced.
     The night was cool and calm, and the moon shone big and blue in a 
dark sky.
     "A perfect night for a ritual," Roger said in his low, rich voice, 
and as they rode along the white moon-swept streets, he told the young 
couple about their rendezvous.  "We are going to see an obeah rite.  
Know what that is, Dick7"
     Alice shook her head while her husband immediately began stating in 
a doctoral tone:
     "Well, darling," it's called by many names.  Voodoo.  Black magic.  
Over here it's called obeah.  The name might be different, but it is 
essentially the same thing.  Same rites.  Same purpose.  Everything ... 
I feel quite excited at the prospect of seeing it ... really, Roger, you 
don't know what this means for me ..."
     He seemed very excited indeed not his usual controlled self.  "You 
know, I've read of many extraordinary things and this to which you are 
taking us, Roger, is the strangest of them all."
     Alice remained silent as the car zoomed along.  They left the 
roaring city behind.  There was a more rural aspect to the passing 
landscape now and somehow, in spite of herself, she felt the same way as 
when watching those horror pictures of Count Dracula ...
     Then Roger stopped the car and helped Alice out.  The darkness was 
intense.  The moon had suddenly disappeared.  The only light came from a 
window in the distance.  A large white frame house loomed up in the 
darkness.  The trio left the road and Roger directed his friends up a 
dirt path bordered by flowers whose heavy, penetrating aroma filled the 
night air.
     For a few minutes, they followed the foot path.  Only sounds of 
night-time reached them here.  All signs of civilization were behind 
them, back in Port-Au-Prince.  Alice felt as if she were stepping into a 
strange, unknown land with alien, forbidding customs.  Now they were 
walking along a narrow defile and seemed to be climbing.
     They came out suddenly on a broad ledge.  Ahead of them a bright 
fire gave off a reddish, supernatural glow.  As they approached the 
fire, Alice saw that there were many people, all coal black, sitting in 
a great circle around the fire.  The whole scene gave her an eerie 
feeling and she threw a rapid glance in Richard's direction, noticing 
his unconcealed excitement.
     Suspicious looks were directed towards the white intruders which 
immediately changed when they saw Roger Antrim.  He seemed to be quite 
well known for immediately cushions were provided for the three of them 
to sit on comfortably.  Alice was again placed between Roger and Richard 
and she preferred it this way.  It made her feel more secure as the 
dreadful feeling of foreboding which had invaded her being at the sight 
of the unexpected scene lifted somewhat.
     Finally, footsteps were heard approaching.  A tall, gaunt, black 
woman of a statuesque beauty entered in the middle of the circle.  She 
had enormous, hypnotic yellow eyes which made a striking contrast with 
her dark skin.  She stared around slowly, allowing her eyes to rest on 
each person individually.  When her eyes rested on Roger, Alice thought 
she saw a slight quiver of the muscles at the base of the woman's 
throat.  Then the yellow, cat-like eyes were holding her own ...
     "Who is she?" Richard asked in a trembling voice.
     "Salambo, a priestess of the voodoo rites," Roger answered in a low 
voice.
     The black faces stared up at Salambo as she stood outlined, still 
as a statue in her long white gown.  They stared impassively.  No one 
moved.  There was a lifeless quality about the group that sent chills 
along Alice's spine.
     A drum began beating abruptly as if from deep within the very heart 
of the earth on which they were sitting.  It beat slowly and softly, its 
monotonous rhythm filling their ears as with the intensified sound of 
their own heart-beat.  Then the tempo increased and it grew in volume.  
The deep sound echoed through the thick bushes surrounding them.
     A second drum joined the first at a higher pitch.  Then another at 
still a higher pitch.  All three drums now beat in unison as if played 
by one hand.  The rhythm was electric.
     Then they stopped as suddenly as they had begun.  The abrupt quiet 
was louder than the beating of the drums had been.
     Alice looked about her.  Salambo had not moved.  Now she walked to 
the fire and someone began a low chant in a strange language.  The chant 
was taken up by more and more watchers until all were singing the 
guttural syllables in a low, hypnotic voice.
     The chant too was ended abruptly.  Salambo mouthed some phrases and 
the chanting began again.  It is like a litany, Alice thought, and 
Salambo is the High Priestly.
     A strong drink that tasted somewhat like rum was passed around and 
the spectators were taking turns inhaling deeply on a long thin pipe 
exhaling a sweet, pungent smelling smoke.  Everyone seemed to be in a 
sort of catatonic state, not smiling, not frowning, just sitting there 
expressionless.
     Alice noticed that Richard took his turn like the others, sipping 
some of the brown drink and taking a long drag on the pipe.  Then, the 
gourd and pipe were passed to her and she hesitated, not knowing what to 
do.
     "Try it," Roger told her in a low, persuasive tone.
     "No ... no ... really," she said.  "I don't care to."
     "It will make the evening more pleasant if you do," he laughed 
reassuringly.  "And we'd better not offend our hosts, so you may as well 
enjoy yourself ...  They're quite harmless!"
     Alice was not so sure, but she hesitantly took a sip of the strong 
liquor.  It wasn't too bad.  Tasted even good, strong and warm as it 
went down her throat.  She took the pipe and pretended to take a long 
drag, then handed it back to Roger.
     "Come Alice," he urged her softly.  "Take some more, don't be 
afraid ..."
     She couldn't fool him and even though she was afraid of the effects 
it could have, she took a small puff.  The pungent smoke filled her 
lungs and she coughed.  The taste was quite acrid and the thought she 
might get sick, but she didn't.  Roger watched her closely, moving his 
cushion nearer to hers, his dark eyes taking in every move she made
     Salambo was swaying back and forth to the music, undulating her 
hips.  Her loose white robe clung to her magnificent figure as she 
moved.  She was fairly tall, with long, nervous legs, well rounded hips 
and a narrow waist.  Her breasts appeared to be quite full and pear 
shaped and they jiggled slightly as she moved, revealing the fact that 
she was not wearing anything under the robe.
     Her expressionless face wore a mask of defiance or tragedy while 
her hypnotic yellow eyes flashed an inner fire.  Her hair was closely 
cropped around her head in an Afro style.
     She walked around the circle of spectators, moving slowly, 
sensuously, like a strong, graceful feline, letting the men present 
admire the sleekness of her firm body.  Her hips were swaying gently and 
the tie of her robe loosened slightly.  The garment fell apart, 
revealing a few inches of her bare dark bosom, just enough so that the 
firm roundness of her flesh could be seen.
     She stretched her arms outward as if she were invoking some deity 
and at the same time daring her robe to come apart.  As she moved, her 
long, black-skinned legs were visible where her robe separated just 
below the waist.
     Alice watched her, fascinated, and so did Richard, for she moved so 
gracefully, and so sensuously.  Her hands moved to the tie on her robe 
and one could feel the tension in the group as she undid she string that 
was holding the garment together and let it slip off her shoulders and 
fall to the floor.
     All the people present were breathing rapidly, enthralled by the 
movements of the Priestess.  Her hips were full-fleshed and solid, the 
bulge of her thighs was soft and cushiony.  Her pelvis undulated forward 
and back, teasing, taunting, daring the men with the dark patch between 
her legs, posing with her legs apart so that all could look up between 
her naked thighs and view the velvety purple vaginal lips and the tiny 
slit of her open cunt.
     Her nipples stood erect like blackberries on her heavy, firm 
breasts as they quivered to the rhythm of her dancing.  Her buttocks 
trembled and she stood in one place for just a moment and let her body 
shake all over, the flames playing on the smooth dark flesh, making of 
Salambo a vision of supernatural beauty and power.
     The Voodoo Priestess looked like a mirage, so beautiful and 
entrancing that it was difficult to believe that she was real.  Her 
hands cupped her pear-shaped breasts and pushed them up, holding them 
proudly upward, letting all admire their fullness, their firmness, and 
she gave the audience several minutes to absorb this pose, letting all 
realize exactly what she was offering them.
     Alice squirmed down against the cushion, feeling its rough edge 
push dress and panties into her crevice.  She rubbed herself gently 
against it, working the corner of the cushion between the moistening 
lips of her vulva.  Her body rocked on it rhythmically---in concert with 
the writhing girl swaying in the eerie light of the fire.  She could 
feel the well-known wetness spread between her thighs and she spread 
them slightly to gain greater contact with the cushion.  The roughness 
brushed soothingly against her tiny, rising clitoris through the sheer 
panties she was wearing.
     She looked guiltily out of the corner of her eye at Richard next to 
her to make sure he hadn't noticed; but he seemed so engrossed by the 
spectacle that he had paid no attention.  Then she felt Roger's arm 
behind her, waiting.  Without thought, she relaxed against it and made 
no protest when his hand came to rest heavily on her left throbbing 
breast.
     The musky odor of Roger's cologne filled her nostrils, stimulating 
her further.  It had a rich, suggestive odor that caused her to snuggle 
closer as the excitement of forbidden naughtiness rippled through her 
and she was careful not to break contact with the edge of the cushion 
pressed into the crevice between her fevered thighs.
     Salambo reached inside the fork of a huge tree near by and brought 
out a wicker basked from which she removed a long, black snake that 
wiggled restlessly, undulating and writhing, weaving its head and body 
in nervous coils.  At the sight of the snake, a ripple of excitement 
swept the onlookers.
     Alice tensed in momentary shock and only Roger's firm grip on her 
now throbbing breasts kept her from running away from the clearing.  She 
felt tiny throbs pulsing in the erect bud of her clitoris as she 
squirmed downward, the cushion edge forcing the set band of her panties 
deeper into the split of her crotch.  She bit her lower lip tightly to 
hold back the forbidden sensations that were throbbing between her legs.
     Salambo stood in the wild flicker of the fire and ran her hands 
over her hips and thighs, bending to caress her smooth, trim calves.  
The men gasped as she revealed the firm plumpness of her buttocks and 
the dark crevice with the tiny anal ring nestled there mysteriously.  
Eyes were popping out in the darkness, absorbing the erection of her 
nipples, the cleavage of her buttocks and the spot between her legs 
where each male wished that he could bury himself.
     The Priestess moved her legs out and around in a circular motion, 
uncaring of the black, hideous snake coiled around her throat, her vee 
catching the dancing flames of the fire as they played on her completely 
naked body.
     Her face was contorted with an expression of lust and desire, 
almost of pain, as though she were being impaled by some invisible 
penis, her body moving faster and faster as though she were working up 
to an orgasm and the music of the drums grey louder and louder.
     Roger's hand was now resting on Alice's thigh and she did nothing 
to stop him.  She could feel his fingers tighten and loosen on her skin 
each time Salambo rocked her hips forward as though she were offering 
her treasure to every man sitting around the fire.  It was impossible to 
watch and not want to touch her, press against her, take her, and it was 
obvious that all the men were just waiting for the first one to make a 
move.  They rocked back and forth, pressing their legs together to 
control their erections that were rapidly becoming more and more 
obvious.  But surely, no one would dare touch the Priestess for Salambo 
seemed to be having intercourse with some powerful deity ruling over 
this superstitious people.
     Alice felt that the drink and smoke had dulled her senses and yet 
at the same time intensified them.  It didn't matter who the man was 
next to her, she found the situation sensually exciting, animalistic and 
she vitas enjoying it.  She could feel a tightness growing in her loins, 
a desire that was becoming stronger and stronger, so she leaned back, 
supporting herself against Roger's shoulder.
     He took this as an encouragement and his hand slipped even further 
up on her leg, reaching well beneath her skirt.  She was enjoying the 
power she held over him now, she wanted him while he watched the other 
girl dance, and it was a strange, almost sadistic feeling of power that 
she was experiencing.  She knew that the whole set-up was affecting her, 
but she had such a warm glow, such a sensual feeling that the only thing 
that mattered was that she was a woman and she wanted a man ... any man.
     Salambo undulated and writhed for several more minutes, then 
collapsed to the floor, her legs slightly apart, her breast jiggling 
each time her chest rose and fell with her heavy breathing.
     A white rooster was handed to Salambo.  A knife flashed in the 
wicked light of the fire.  Salambo rose.  There was a great arching 
motion of her black arm holding the knife.  Then, the bird's head fell 
to the ground.
     Salambo quickly held a gourd bowl under the still flapping and 
palpitating bird's neck and collected the creature's life blood as it 
streamed out.  A choir of children's voices rose in a bizarre way.
     The purity of the children's voices and the primitive sacrifice 
awed Alice who now realized that she was witnessing a voodoo sacrificial 
rite.  Was this what Richard had wanted so much to see, she wondered 
vaguely.  Her head was whirling.  The fire was giving off a pungent 
fragrance.
     Salambo was now drawing a circle on the ground in which she 
sprinkled a few drops from a vial she held.  She sprinkled some of the 
liquid on the fire which blazed fiercely all of a sudden.  The tempo of 
the drums increased to a deafening volume.
     Salambo raised the bowl of rooster's blood to her head and drank 
from it, the morbid, red life fluid running in awesome streams along her 
neck.  The watchers moaned in unison.  Then they were still.  Salambo 
dipped her fingers in the bowl and sprinkled a few drops of blood over 
the fire.  Again the flames blazed in renewed fury.
     The bowl of blood was passed around the circle for all to drink.  
This time the white onlookers were spared, to Alice's intense relief.
     Roger's hand moved by force, kneading the softness of her belly 
under the thin material of her dress.  Teasing at the light sprinkling 
of hair at the base of her abdomen, his fingers rotated against the 
mound of her crotch, unable to go lower because of her tightly pressed 
thighs.  Alice pressed harder against the cushion, knowing that Roger 
would think she was trying to escape his fingers and not suspect that 
secretly she was pressing the edge into her own wet vaginal slit.
     The flood between her thighs was wetting her dress now and she 
could feel the warm wetness on the soft cheeks of her buttocks as she 
pressed down harder to feed the pleasure building there.  As Roger's 
fingers worked more firmly at her crotch, indecision rose again, but the 
pleasure rationalized away the danger.  Roger could not---without 
forcing her---get where he aimed.  With Richard so near, Alice didn't 
think he'd try.  It felt wickedly good ... only pleasure and no danger.  
It was heavenly ...
     Her eyes strayed back to the strange spectacle taking place in 
front of her unbelieving eyes.
     The snake was hissing and twisting now as if in fury.  Salambo 
seemed completely unconcerned by the hideous contortions of the animal.  
As she drew figures in the dirt by the fire, the people began weaving 
their bodies from side to side.
     They repeated one word over and over again in unison.
     "Chango!"
     A white goat was brought to Salambo.  The young trembling animal 
stood quite still---piteously bleating.  Salambo removed the black 
serpent from around her shoulders and held if before the young goat.  
The snake's hideous head moved in all directions as its forked tongue 
flicked endlessly, its beady eyes unblinking.
     Then it happened.
     It happened so fast that Alice was not sure she had seen it.
     The snake's head flashed towards the terrified goat and buried its 
head in the animal's throat for an endless moment.  The goat stopped 
bleating.  Its legs slowly folded under it and it sank to the ground, 
quivering piteously.
     An exultant shout rose up from the people gathered around the fire.  
It was a deafening, ear-shattering roar.  Alice was frozen with horror.  
The snake's venom had not been removed and it had been coiled about 
Salambo all the time!
     Goose pimples broke out all over the young woman's white body.  
What was she doing at this barbaric rite?  What strange rite was this 
that used living sacrifices to its gods?  Was she to be used as a 
sacrifice too!  Wild thoughts raced through her feverous mind as she 
surrendered herself at the same time to the rolling sensations of 
pleasure coursing through her body, for now Roger had thrust his left 
hand between her buttocks and the cushion on which she was seated, and 
his fingers searched in the crevice of her ass.
     A gush of shame washed through her at the sudden waves of indecent 
pleasure overcoming her desire to resist.  A glance in Richard's 
direction told her that her husband was everything but interested in 
what she might be doing.  The young professor was too entranced by the 
captivating spectacle taking place in front of his eyes.
     Roger's hand became bolder as it sensed her tacit surrender to its 
probings.  He hooked his middle finger to slide her dress up the backs 
of her thighs so that he could penetrate the moist softness underneath.  
She could feel already the light tickling sensation of the material 
sliding from between her thighs and the cushion.
     Salambo was bending towards the snake and placing it once more 
about her.  It clung to her dark, gleaming shoulders, its hateful head 
darting and body writhing.  She looks like a prehistoric priestess, 
Alice thought, watching the woman.  Salambo's hands rose above her head 
and came down with a snap as she began chanting in a queer, distorted 
voice that tended an even more eerie quality to the show.
     The people swayed from side to side, as if answering her chant with 
one of their own.  Alice shrank in terror.  The chanting and drumming 
ceased abruptly.  Salambo screamed.  Her body twisted and gyrated as if 
possessed of ten thousand devils.  Her face contorted into terrible 
grimaces.  Every muscle and nerve seemed alive and in motion.  She was 
taut from head to toe.
     She grasped the snake from her shoulders and held it before the 
fire.  It wiggled frantically.  Then, holding the serpent at arm's 
length, she brought the hideously awful head with its unblinking yellow 
eyes towards her face and kissed it.
     For one seemingly eternal moment, her warm lips clung to the cold 
mouth of the creature.  Then she was spinning and twirling and stamping 
on the hard beaten ground while the drums beat a mad crescendo and the 
people chanted and stamped their feet in rhythm.
     Salambo passed the snake back into the basket and tossed a handful 
of white powder into the flames.  The fire died down, then flared 
brighter than before.
     As Richard stared as if hypnotized, Salambo scooped up her white 
robe, held it high about her and walked into the fire and crossed it, 
her bare feet flattening on the red embers to stand unhurt on the other 
side of the flames.
     "Fantastic!  Absolutely fantastic!" Richard repeated again and 
again, his eyes glued to the fascinating scene.
     Salambo was putting more powder on the burning logs.  The fire 
flared.  The drum beats became more sensual.  The people were all 
plunged in a semi-hypnotic state now.
     Here and there, one of them would rise to his feet and move his 
body to and fro as if pulled by some invisible strings.  A young woman 
jumped from her seat, clawing frenziedly at their clothing, ripping the 
garments away from her body.  Her lush, voluptuous breasts were bared.  
They pouted and swayed as she danced in a trance.
     The girl's eyes were glazed slits.  It was too much for a young man 
sitting beside her.  He got to his feet with a mighty lunge and clasped 
and clawed at the writhing girl.  His fingers outspread and tense, 
slashed at her dark, gleaming body.  His nails left bleeding streaks 
wherever they landed.
     With a savage motion, his steely fingers closed over the girl's 
hard young breasts and in a wild motion, he brought her to him.  His 
black huge cock stood rigidly in front of him, ready to spear her.  Then 
they were weaving and threshing together.  They fell to the earth locked 
in a savage, primitive embrace.  And there, on the ground, their 
struggle synchronized and exploded in a pagan rite of lust.
     Alice could feel her dress rising faster now.  She lifted 
inadvertently as a fingernail scratched the softness of her thigh, as 
the dress slid upward more rapidly in response to Roger's hooking 
finger.  Suddenly, she gasped aloud.  There was no more dress.  Roger's 
hand covered all of the wet band of her panties and was snaking under 
the elastic legband and worming into the moist walls of her soft pussy.  
She squirmed against it, holding her breath for fear some tell-tale 
sound might escape her lips.  Her whole torso quivered until her impaled 
vagina became accustomed to the invading finger probing at the 
lubricated softness of its tenders walls.
     The young woman caught her breath and held it.  Everywhere about 
her, couples Were clutching and clawing and clinging to each other.  
Each one grasped a partner, male or female.  Gyrating couples, twisting 
this way and turning that other, were busy in the act of love.  The 
drums boomed and thundered.  And coming from everywhere at once was 
Salambo's weird chanting, rising above the noise and confusion.
     The scene took on an unreal quality for Alice.  In spite of 
herself, she found she was drifting along the emotional tight rope with 
the rest of the people at the voodoo ceremony.  She could feel her body 
tightening and tingling oddly as Roger fondled her more and more 
intimately.  She could feel the moisture covering the palm of the hand 
beneath her buttocks as it ground imperceptibly into her crotch.  
Roger's fingers moved in circles inside her, expanding her tight little 
hole with each teasing rotation.
     Alice was almost out of her mind now.  She didn't think she could 
stand this maddening teasing of her genitals another moment.  Her lips 
parted and her eyes glazed.  She could feel her body trembling 
violently.  She was ready to crawl the wall to quench the fire raging 
through her contracting vagina, and the long finger fucking into her 
cunt was just too much!  She needed a mate!
     A couple was gyrating in ecstasy at her feet.  There was no shame 
here.  Only uninhibited passion and the unbridled expression of animal 
lusts.
     The drums were calling, telling her exciting things, moving her 
towards new horizons, wider dimensions.  Her flesh shuddered deliciously 
under Roger's expert touch.  She burrowed deeper against him, feeling 
the hard vigor of his body, the overpowering hunger tearing at her 
vitals.
     But even in the midst of this maddening situation, Alice could hear 
the tell-tale noise of a zipper being ripped open, and without having to 
turn her eyes to the source of the screeching, metallic sound, she knew 
that Roger had opened his fly and had taken his steaming cock out of its 
confinement.  A moment after, she felt the slow pumping motion made as 
he, with his free hand, glided the loosened flesh of his erected cock up 
and down its shaft.
     The notion that Roger was now sharing her sexual pleasure by means 
of his masturbatory activity gave a sudden and unexpected booster to 
Alice's own excitement.  She had to fight against the crazy impulse to 
reach over with her hard and grab Roger's blood-filled prick, and thus 
relieve him from his self-gratifying task, doing for him what he had 
been doing for her.
     "Mmmmmhhhhh!"  She couldn't help to utter a low, guttural sigh 
which emerged from deep within her chest.  She closed her eyes and let 
her head fall slightly backwards, and all her mind-power concentrated in 
the strong sensations of electric pleasure she was getting from Roger's 
thorough frigging.
     She allowed her thoughts to wander a bit and, naturally, in her 
foggy mind soon Roger's thick, long finger became a fast moving cock, 
disembodied and detached from its rightful place in the male body, but 
nevertheless wickedly alive within her quivering vagina.
     Instinctively, Alice opened her thighs a bit more to allow more 
room for Roger's arm to reach easier within her legs and pursue his 
masturbatory maneuvers more successfully, and immediately she vaguely 
felt him moving slightly to accommodate his hand to a more comfortable 
position.
     Roger's heavy breathing was now coming clearly to reach her senses, 
and it gave her a renewed surge of excitement which made her free 
flowing love-juices pour abundantly and trickle all over the man's hand, 
making a puddle and wetting the rolled-up material of her dress, tucked 
against her ass.
     It came gradually, the spasmodic explosion of her wanton pleasure; 
building itself up bit by bit in a plateau of vibratory bliss within her 
belly, in an ever-increasing curve of desire and much-sought-after 
fulfillment.  Then, it was finally triggered by a jerk of Roger's hand, 
followed by a series of violent, vibratory movements, all of which told 
Alice that her self-serving sex partner had then reached the peak of his 
own orgasmic gratification.
     "Aaaaahhhh!"  An involuntary moan was uttered from Alice's throat 
as she, too, attained the climatic end of her sexual thrill.
     She remained still for a moment more.  It was true that she had 
achieved an orgasm, but she soon realized that if it had, indeed, 
appeased her momentary sexual cravings, it certainly had no succeeded in 
killing her desires completely.  Her body still claimed for more.  It 
demanded a total unity with the man who had begun to excite her sex-
starved body bringing her to this point of lustfulness.
     She was certain that, soon, her already-weakened will could not 
come to her rescue and she will be asking, pleading with Roger if 
necessary, to put his cock inside her vagina and fuck as their bodies 
were biologically intended for in the first place.
     Alice felt that a wave of compelling frustration was surging from 
deep within herself, urging her to seek a total fulfillment of her 
passion in an all-the-way intercourse with Roger.
     But no!  With the last spark of willpower she could muster, she 
tore herself away from the torturing finger, knowing that in a few more 
moments, she would herself become as helpless a victim of passion as the 
rest of the people writhing around her.
     "Roger!  Let's leave!  Immediately!" she ordered, her voice firm to 
her own surprise.  "Here, help me with Richard, will you?"
     Richard was so completely drunk that they almost had to carry him 
all the way to the car waiting for them on the road.
     Roger drove silently all the way back to the hotel and Alice didn't 
dare look in his direction even once.  She was deeply ashamed of her 
weakness and lewd behavior.
     She was grateful for Roger's unexpected attitude of gallantry and 
when he finished helping her put Richard into bed, she whispered to him, 
her eyes lowered:
     "Roger ... please ... let's not spoil it all!  For Dick's sake, for 
mine, will you forget tonight's incident?"
     Roger Antrim pressed her hand in his in a gesture of admiring 
respect.  "Of course, Alice ... of course ..."
     "Roger ..." she whispered nervously.  "I don't wish to be rude with 
you ... but ..."
     "You're never rude with me, Alice ... " he replied, politely.
     "Please, Roger ..." she hastened to say.  "I think it will be 
better ... for all of us ... if you ... if we don't see each other 
again!"
     "Alice!" Roger exclaimed with a slightly offended gesture.  "Don't 
be silly!  I believe you're giving tonight's incident much more 
importance than what it really has!"
     "The fact that it happened, Roger.  It should have never happened, 
and we both know it!"
     Alice took her hand nervously from Roger's hold.
     "Perhaps now you will be able to understand my own sexual needs 
when you and I were going together ...  They were wonderful times, those 
... I have not been able to forget them ..."
     "You must, Roger," Alice hastened to reply.  "We are both married 
now, and to different persons."
     "Maybe now you may understand why I married Henrietta ..." Roger 
said raucously.  "I loved you, Alice, but I had no money nor any means 
to marry you.  And I just couldn't wait in complete sexual abstinence 
while I made myself a position to marry you.  Once a person knows what 
sex means one needs it badly.  Sexual pleasure was known to me much 
before I met you, that's why I needed you sexually.  But at that time 
you couldn't understand all this."
     "Roger, please ...!" Alice begged, pitifully.
     "I believe that now you do understand it because you through your 
marriage you have known sex ..." Roger continued, heatedly, paying no 
notice to a Alice's pleading words.  "I couldn't marry, you at that 
time, nor could I pretend loyalty to you while I played the field with 
other girls more understanding to a guy's needs than what you were.  The 
town where we both lived was too small to keep a secret, any secret, and 
you were bound to find out.  It would have been worst for both of us.  
More for you than for me, I dare say.  How would you have felt if 
everybody would have known that the man who pretend to love you was 
cheating you with any girl that who happened to pass by ...?"
     "That's why you decided to break with me?" Alice asked, in a voice 
that was but a sigh.
     "That's why I decided to leave Stetson City altogether.  I couldn't 
do it on my own, because I had no money to do anything.  Then Henrietta 
came into the picture and I married her, although I knew very well at 
that time that I couldn't love any other woman but you.  She was the 
only woman I could afford to marry.  She didn't need a man who could be 
able to support her.  She had a lot of money and she fell for me.  So, 
that's why I did it!"
     Whether he was being sincere, or acting a part for his own 
convenience, Alice never knew.  She believed in his sincerity.



                               Chapter 3

     The blurring fog had gradually dissipated, and Alicefound herself 
with Roger in a strange place whereshe had never been before ...  It was 
sort of a bar,but the table they both occupied was enclosed inbetween 
four walls ...     She listened to him though his words didn't comequite 
clear to her ears, as though they were bothsubmerged under water.  But 
she knew he wastelling her that he had not been happy with hiswife for 
several years ...  She could have beenprepared to hear all this, coming 
from him, everymarried man used it.  What she was not preparedfor was 
that he sounded so sincere, so honest, solost ...     "Women don't have 
the same needs as men," shequoted, convinced that she was right, because 
itwas what she had been taught and therefore believed.  "So, don't be 
too hard on her."     "You don't really believe that, do you?" 
hequeried.  "I wasn't making any unnatural demandson her, I just wanted 
her ..."  His voice was slurredand distant, but everything that he told 
her washitting home base.     "I do understand," she lied, not knowing 
what else to say for fear she would sound like an idiot.
     "I've ordered you something special for afterdinner because you've 
been so patient and listened to me and just because you've been you," 
Roger said, softly.     "I really should go," Alice interjected not 
knowing really where she was, nor where must she go to.     "Just a few 
more minutes and I'll take you home,but you must try this drink first 
... it's an order!"he laughed slightly and grasped her hand where itlay 
in her lap.     His hand was warm and strong on hers and shecould feel 
an urgency permeate through his body to hers, yet she didn't take her 
hand away.  Heleaned over and kissed her cheek, then her neckand she 
could feel a chill of excitement shiver herwhole being.  She knew that 
she shouldn't let himkiss her, but she felt so relaxed and he seemed 
sounhappy and she was powerless to help herself ...     His affection 
made her feel that the old flame hadrevived again, and she was being 
desired and wanted by this utterly handsome man she once lovedso dearly, 
but when his fingers stroked the smoothsilk of her stocking just above 
her knee, she triedto pull away.     "You're so lovely, Alice," he 
murmured in herear.  "So very lovely!"     She picked up her glass with 
her free hand andsipped the drink that he had ordered for her.  Ithad a 
strangely sweet taste, but not like alcohol atall, yet she could feel it 
warm her as she swallowed it.     "I really, must go home," she told 
him, her eyesfastened on the table because she was too embarrassed to 
look him in the eye.  "Please, Roger, takeme home."     "You win," he 
whispered, sighing heavily, thenadded.  "But I have to pick something up 
first, it'sin my room, it will only take a minute."     She gulped the 
rest of her drink as he finishedhis and he escorted her into the lobby 
of a strange-looking hotel where they both seemed to be.  Hishand was 
firmly on her arm as he directed her tothe elevator with him.     She 
didn't want to go to his room, yet she knewthat she would appear 
ridiculous and childish ifshe pulled away now and insisted that she 
waitdownstairs, so she went, reluctantly, as though shewould have been 
robbed of all her will power ...     A few minutes later he reappeared, 
but he hadtaken off his suit and was dressed in a silk robe,and it was 
obvious that he had nothing on underneath it.  She gasped and jumped to 
her feet, buthe pushed her back onto the bed.     "I-I-I'll take a cab," 
she stammered, as she triedto stay out of his lustful reach, but he was 
blockingher way to the door, so she couldn't get out withoutgoing around 
him.     His robe parted slightly and she stared horrifiedat his 
gigantic, erect penis as it jerked between therobe and in front of her.     
"It's all yours," he panted throwing himself onthe bed and whipping her 
dress up to her thighs.     She tried to throw him off, but he was 
sittingover her, pinning her to the mattress, his stiff rodof throbbing 
flesh bobbing up and down in readiness.     God, no ... no!" she 
screamed, but her throatwas dry and it sounded like no more than a 
whisper.     "You're going to like it!" he breathed.  "You'reso much of 
a woman!"     Her hands beat on his chest, but he just laughedand 
grabbed her wrists, holding them with onehand as he struggled to pull 
her tight skirt up overher soft, fleshy hips.  Underneath she wore 
thin,black bikini panties that hugged her firm buttocks,accentuating the 
slight bulge of her soft hair-covered mound and his hand closed over it 
hotly,lustfully.  She wiggled and bucked in an attemptto throw him off 
her, but he was too heavy andthat last drink was beginning to cloud her 
headand she felt dizzy, almost faint.     Tears of fear and anxiety 
streamed down hercheeks when she realized that she was at his mercyin a 
strange hotel and there was nothing she coulddo about it!  She wanted to 
claw out at him, tearthe flesh from his face, kill him, but she was 
tooweak.  She thought back to her wedding night withRichard and choked 
her sobs with resignation.     "Take it easy, baby," he soothed, his 
fingersworking slowly, sensuously at the juncture of herloins, searching 
for the small bud of her clitoristhrough the silken material of her 
panties.  He rubbed steadily, with a practiced stroke until herclitoris 
was suddenly, involuntarily erect and sensitive between her tightly 
clenching thighs.     "Nnnnnoooo!" she groaned.  "Stop!  Please, 
Roger,stop!"  Her voice was barely audible, her tonguewas thick and she 
could feel a hot flush electrifyingher body as she tried feverishly to 
wiggle out fromunderneath him.  She could feel the heat from hishard 
prick as it jerked into her leg and his facewas contorted in a lustful 
gain and his breathingwas fast and irregular.
     Roger's body was grinding up and down on hersas he fingered the vee 
between her legs, strokingher vaginal lips and manipulating them 
throughthe silk of her panties.  She rolled slightly as heraised his 
hips in order to adjust to his position,quickly ripping her dress 
straight up from the waistso that it swathed her struggling arms and 
hermuffled cries.     Alice struggled to free her arms so that she 
couldpush at his body, but while she struggled he reached around her and 
pulled her flimsy brassiereaway from her body.     Her large, bulbous 
breasts sprung free and shecould hear him suffix in his breath as he 
stared atthe firm, luscious, mounds.  She tried to cover hernakedness 
with her arms, but before she couldmuster enough strength, his mouth 
crushed downon her large pink nipples, sucking noisily and bitingat the 
soft mound of flesh.     "Aaaaaggggghhhh!" she groaned as he 
nibbledgreedily on her soft, white orbs, but he did notstop.  His other 
hand once again began to massageher stockinged thighs, running his 
fingers up tothe vee of her loins and pinching her clitoris between his 
thumb and forefinger.     "God ... god!" he murmured against her 
supple,porcelain-like skin, taking his mouth away justlong enough to 
catch his breath, then devouredher breasts once more.     Roger's hands 
and mouth were instruments oftorture to her, biting, pinching, insistent 
and shetwisted her body in a futile effort to free herselffrom this sex-
starved maniac.  She tried to think,but her mind would not function, the 
alcohol hadtaken care of that and she couldn't coordinate any of her 
muscles, so she floundered beneath him, helplessly.  She freed one hand 
long enough to runher nails cruelly, harshly, down the small of hisback 
and he let out a grunt, then slapped her facein his fury.  Her face 
stung from his blow and heforced her arms behind her back, pinioning 
thembeneath her and his weight.  She felt as though herarms would come 
out of their sockets he hadgrabbed her so roughly and she screamed 
withspasms of pain and kicked her legs up at him ashe snatched the 
elastic top of her brief bikinipanties.  She wiggled her hips, trying to 
get awayfrom the warm pressure of his hand, but as hetried to take her 
panties off, they ripped.     He threw the torn silk on the floor and 
laughedcruelly as his hand closed hungrily over her pubicmound, his 
finger tangling her soft pubic hairuntil it pulled.     
"Uuuuuugggghhhh!" she gasped as his fingersworked anxiously with the 
soft, tender lips of hervagina, pulling them apart and running his 
fingerover her tight vaginal slit.  Her buttocks twitchedand tensed, 
then relaxed with each manipulationof his finger.     His long baton of 
stiff flesh ached with a lustfulcraving and he wanted to bury himself 
harshlyinto her, shoving as deep as he could go with thefirst thrust, 
but he didn't want her that way, hewanted her to give in to him, ask him 
to take herso he steeled himself against the aching throb ofhis 
monstrous organ and continued to relentlesslytantalize her with his lips 
and fingers.     Alice was screaming now, begging him to stopas she 
squirmed her naked flesh writhing, completely at his mercy.  Her face 
was wet with tears and her whole body trembled, yet she could notdeny 
that a strange, warm sensation was beginningto stir in the juncture of 
her loins, a warmth thatwas completely foreign to her.     His mouth 
closed down on her breasts again andnibbled a bit more violently this 
time, pulling ather nipples until she thought that they would disconnect 
from the rest of her body.  He sucked a bitharder and harder, stretching 
her full round orbsout, holding them with his teeth and lips, 
thenletting them slowly back again as he got ready tostart again.     
His thumb rubbed over the nub of her clitoris,forcing it into stiff 
erectness again, pushing andpulling it back and forth, teasing it, until 
shemoaned as the fire between her legs involuntarilygrew hotter and 
hatter.  Her head was so dizzy thatthe only thing she could think about 
was the gnawing hunger that was avalanching through her loins,in her 
belly, in her breasts ...     "Ooooohhhh!" she whimpered.  "Oooohhhhh!"     
"That's my baby!" Roger chuckled, he voicethick with passion.  "Let it 
go!"     His finger tickled her vaginal passage until hecould feel the 
first of her juices begin to flow,moistening her passage for his entry.  
Slowly, carefully, he inched his middle finger into her smoothdamp 
channel, wiggling it sensuously, letting thewarm throbbing walls close 
fleshily around itsthickness.     She squirmed violently, feeling the 
thick cottonpile of the bedspread rub against her soft, whitebuttocks, 
but she writhed more to ease the tensionin her loins rather than in an 
effort to get awayfrom him!     Roger could feel a drop of his seminal 
juice seepfrom his long, thick rod, and his pulsing organjerked against 
the soft flesh of her thighs and sheknew that it wouldn't be long before 
he took her,raped her!     Rape ... rape ...! her mind screamed, but 
herbody denied it because she knew deep down that ifhe didn't stop this 
horrible tantalizing and teasingof her erogenous zones soon she would be 
demanding satisfaction, begging for it, pleading for it ifnecessary!     
Her breasts jutted out proudly, like two hugewhite pyramids of flesh and 
he buried his headbetween them, sucking one first, then the other. She 
didn't seem to mind the pain in her arms anylonger, in fact she wished 
that he would free herhands ...     His robe was completely open now and 
she stareddown at the huge length and thickness of his cock,his hairy 
cheat and belly and found his body exciting and sensual.  The muscles in 
his chest rippledas he teased her in every vulnerable, sensitive spotand 
she wanted him ... needed him ... yet he wasbigger than she had ever 
imagined a man couldbe!     She knew that he would hurt her, but her 
bellyand thighs were quivering, trembling with anticipation, excited by 
the nude, sexual fight and shedidn't care if he tore her apart ... she 
wanted him!     "Oooohhhh!" she gasped, as he slipped anotherfinger into 
her wet cunt, feeling her vagina lipsstretch and part with the pressure.     
Her mouth was opening and closing in a fishlikemovement and her eyes 
actually contained fear ashe pushed her shoulders further into the 
mattress and worked his hips hard down between her thighs. She bucked 
her hips upward, trying to unseathim, but he slumped heavily upon her 
until her legswere nearly spread-eagled, her ankles hanging oneither 
side of the bed.  She had never felt so open,so vulnerable; and it was 
degrading, embarrassingand she tried again to block her physical need 
fromher mind.     "You want it ... don't deny it ... you want it,Alice, 
baby!" Roger gasped, letting the tip of histhrobbing prick touch the 
lips of her vagina, twitching between them, then pulling away.     
"OOoooohhh ... I can't ... don't make me!" shepleaded.     "You can't 
what!" he barked harshly.  "Can'tsay it?  Can't say that you want me to 
fuck you?"     "MMMMmmmm!" she groaned, her eyes clenchedtightly 
together, not able to look at the man whowas doing this to her, 
humiliating her, degradingher, using that obscene word in that way!     
"I know you want it ... your body wants it,Alice ...  Now, say it!" he 
commanded.     "I-I-I can't ...!" she whimpered again, clenchingher eyes 
tightly together.     "Say it, or I'll leave you ...  Now!" he teased 
hercruelly.  "Say it!  Say fuck me!"     "NNnnnnooooo!" she whimpered, 
and he beganto pull his hips and his thick, throbbing cock awayfrom 
between her legs.  His hands still held hershoulders firmly, but his 
loins were no longer touching hers.  She opened her eyes slightly to see 
whathe was doing and he could tell that she was tortured almost beyond 
all caring now.     "Look at what you're missing!" he commanded. "Look 
at it!"     Her eyes stared at his gigantic, jerking prick andshe licked 
her lips and took a deep breath.  Herbody ached with need for it and she 
tried to raiseher hips up so that they touched his organ onceagain, but 
he only moved further and further awayfrom her.  Her mind spiraled out 
of control.     Her brain was screaming ...  "Please ... do it tome ... 
fuck me!"  But the words were stuck in herthroat.  She couldn't believe 
that he could be socruel; after all, hadn't he plied her with liquor 
andbrought her to his room to make love to her ...? Why wouldn't he do 
it, if he had beaten her, whymust he torture her so now?     "Beg me, 
baby," he grinned, his lips curled backover his teeth.  "I know you want 
it!"     "Please ... please ..." she gushed.  "Don't makeme say it.  
Don't make me say it, Roger, please!"     "Please what?" he teased 
through grinning lips. "I wanna hear it loud and clear!"     "Please ... 
please ... fuck me ... FUCK ME!"she stammered, her voice almost a shout 
as thefinal words came tumbling helplessly from herthroat.     "That's a 
girl," he chuckled, lowering his hipsback into position, slowly, 
temptingly, cruelly, untilshe could feel his thick, bulbous head 
separate thepink hair-lined lips of her vagina.  He felt the wetwarmth 
of her opening which led to her vaginalchannel, and moving his knees a 
little nearer heropen thighs, he jabbed thickly into her.     
"Aaaaaggghhhhhh!!!" she screamed, "oh ... no... no!     He was filling 
her with his bludgeon, forcing itinto her to the hilt without mercy.     
She was reacting like a young virgin, as if the entire world would come 
to an end if he penetratedher, and this only excited him more so that he 
redoubled his furious drubbing thrust longer anddeeper into her at the 
thought.     Her passage was tight and the walls of her vagina clung to 
his cock as though they would neverrelease it.  He knew that he had to 
be hurting her,but he had never expected anything like this, andit was 
obvious that she had never had much experience in love-making.     She 
whimpered and groaned softly, trying to easethe pressure of his cruel, 
painful thrusts.     "You're killing me!" she gasped ...  "Don't do itto 
me so hard ...!"     But ... her pleas were useless, echoing in 
histemples along with the pulsing of his aching penis. He drove in and 
out with slow, brutal strokes,powerful and grinding until her passage 
wasstretched wider and wider ...     Her mouth opened in horror and she 
drew painful, deep breaths until his mouth closed over hers,sucking her 
lips and forcing his tongue deep intothe back of her throat.  She was 
lost, helpless, anhe battered and rammed into her, coupling themwith 
savage, animalistic thrusts.     His hand dug into her shoulders and she 
tried toscream, but he crushed his mouth over hers onceagain, stiffling 
her groan.  He felt his great, thick,conquering staff, expanding. 
inflaming, all his pentup emotions swirling in his loins.     She 
struggled against him, feeling his huge prickgrow even thicker, filling 
every inch of her, penetrating her very soul.  She gasped and choked 
asshe felt the first hot spurt of his sperm shoot intoher passage.  She 
lifted her hips and her legs flailed wildly on either side of him as 
side, too, began herown climatic convulsions.     "Ooooohhhhh!" she 
screamed.  "Now ...  Now ... I'm cumming!  Oh, God, I'm 
cummmiiiinggg!!!"     The walls of her vagina were contracting 
andrelaxing as he held his jerking prick deep inside heras he filled the 
deep secret depths of her belly withevery drop of his hot, scalding 
sperm.  He pushedand pushed, dragging the last once of his greatflood 
from his body before he fell totally exhaustedon top of her.  She could 
feel her legs tremblingwith the relief of her satisfaction, and her 
breastswere still heaving heavily up and down as shegasped for breath.     
She groaned as he pulled away from her, lettingher legs lay spread wide 
apart, too weak and tiredto even close them.  He sat on the bed beside 
hersprawled figure and ran his hands over her voluptuous body, all over 
her, tracing every crevice andinch of flesh like a blind man.     
"Ooochh!" she moaned blissfully, "oooommhh!"

                             *     *     *

     At that moment, Alice felt that her entire body was being shaken, 
as though a violent earthquake would be rocking the earth beneath them.  
All the voluptuous sensations, all those delirious feelings that were 
coursing her body in a vibratory spasm of sensual delight vanished 
abruptly; and, for a moment, she felt a cold panic gripping her throat.
     She opened her eyes and was shocked to find herself in another 
world ...
     "Darling ...  Darling, wake up!" Richard was whispering, his 
smiling face directly over hers.
     "What is it?  What happened?" Alice mumbled, still confused and 
with the drowsiness of that state in between sleep and vigil.
     "You were moaning so loud that you even woke me up!" Richard 
laughed.  "What happened?  Were you already having nightmares about the 
Haitian 'zombies?'" he teased her.
     Alice rubbed her eyes, trying to erase the last vestiges of her 
dream which had been so real, so vivid in her mind that she still felt 
throughout her body the vibrations of the strong desire so recently 
felt.  She straightened herself up in the bed, leaning her back against 
the padded headboard.  She looked around, contorting herself a bit to 
revive her dormant muscles and looked around, smiling dumbly at Richard.
     Richard let go of her as soon as he saw her stirring, and leaned 
back against the headboard, beside her.  He was smiling curiously.
     "What were you dreaming about, darling ...?" he asked.
     Once again, the heated visions of her wanton dream rushed 
inordinately into her head, but she couldn't translate them into words, 
not to Richard.  Instead, she shrugged, smiling innocently:
     "I don't know ... I can't remember ... I must have forgotten when 
you shook me up ..." she laughed.  "The only thing I remember is that I 
felt something like an earthquake ... I don't know ..."
     "That must have been when I shook you up," Richard said.  "You were 
talking in your dream, so it must have been something elaborately real 
...  You can't remember ...?"
     "No ..." Alice answered, then an apprehensive thought crossed her 
mind for a moment.  If she had been talking in her sleep, she must have 
said aloud all what she had told Roger in her dream ...  Had Richard 
heard anything of it ...?  No, it couldn't be possible, otherwise he 
surely wouldn't be so smiling about the matter.  However, she wanted to 
make sure:
     "You said I was talking in my sleep?  How come?  What did I say 
...?" she watched for some tell-tale signs in Richard's reaction to her 
question, but there were none, he kept his smiling face.
     "I don't know ... I was asleep myself," he replied.  "But I heard 
you say something, but I couldn't hear, 'cause it just woke me up, then 
you began moaning, louder and louder, that's why I thought I should 
better wake you up."  He looked at her, still warm from her sleep, and a 
wave of warm feelings, that began with tenderness and be came more and 
more strong was stirred within his virile self ...
     His robe had fallen completely apart and his massive organ was 
jutting up from between his legs like a long, distended pole.  Her eyes 
watched fascinated, as it jerked up and down and grew more swollen with 
desire.  She smiled to herself as she felt his fingers reach to the 
juncture between her legs And begin to rub the tiny hardness of her 
clitoris.
     "Take off your clothes," he whispered huskily.  "I like to watch 
you while you undress, you're so beautiful!"
     She watched him as his eye devoured her every move and she knew 
that he was getting more and more excited with each piece of clothing 
she removed.  She undulated her hips at him so that her pelvis rotated 
provocatively just in front of his face.  His hands reached behind her 
and pulled her roughly toward him, his mouth and tongue nibbling and 
licking at her pelvis through the sheer silk of her panties.
     Her hands unhooked the elastic of her brassiere and she let it fall 
to the floor as her breasts hung full and free, her nipples pinkish-
brown and erect.
     "Oh, God, you're so beautiful!" Richard moaned, as he tugged at her 
thin panties until they fell below her knees and she was clothed in only 
her silk stockings and her thin, tight garter belt.
     She ground her hips into his face as he licked and bit gently at 
her vaginal lips and the bud of her clitoris.
     "Oooboohhhh, baby!" she whispered.  "Do it to me, Dicky! You are so 
good, darling!"
     She looked down and could see that his massive penis had grown to a 
monumental size and was bobbing up wildly in anticipation of taking her.
     He pulled her down onto the couch and ripped the taut stockings 
from her legs so that she lay completely bare and vulnerable to his 
demanding touch.
     He, then, covered her breast with his mouth and began sucking 
noisily at the plump mountain of her bosom, biting gently at the stiff, 
erect nipple.
     "Aaaaaggggghhhhh!" she moaned, twisting her hips under him so that 
she could feel the iron hardness of his cock as it dug into her thigh.
     "Do it now!" she begged, being caught up in a flood of desire, the 
tightness between her legs aching her.
     "Not so fast, baby doll!" he whispered.  "I want you to want it 
real badly.  I want you to want it so much that you'll love it when you 
get it.  Cause you are going to get it, love!"
     "I want it real badly now, Richard ... I do!" she gasped, but she 
also knew that he would not give in to her so easily.  They both knew 
that she got much more out of it when he made her wait for him to enter 
her and she knew that he would not deny her this pleasure.
     Her hands reached down between them and squeezed the giant 
stiffness of his prick, kneading it back and forth over the bulging head 
of his penis and she knew that it must be purple from lust by now.
     Richard's hands continued to search and massage every inch of 
Alice's soft, supple skin, pinching cruelly every once in a while so 
that she cried out in pain.
     His fingers found the crevice between the soft roundness of her 
buttocks and he inserted one finger deep into the tiny, puckered anus 
with one harsh stab.
     "Aaaaaggggghhhh, oooahhhh!" she gasped, trying to buck her hips 
forward to avoid the cruel impalement, but he held her fast.
     "You want me to fuck you, darling?" he gasped in her ear.  "Want me 
to fuck you now?"
     "Yes ... oh, yes ... yes ...!" she barely whimpered, trying to 
adjust to the painful intrusion of her buttocks.
     She pushed her hips into him, pulling her thighs back toward her 
body as his hands continued their stimulation of her back passage.
     Finally, she could feel the rock-hard stiffness of his prick as he 
angled himself up on her body and his organ prodded at the opening of 
her vagina.
     She gave a little gasping moan as he rammed the full length of his 
throbbing penis into her.  There was nothing left of her at all but the 
enormous well which itched and burned, contracted and seethed around his 
monstrous cock as he sawed in and out of her.
     He was pummeling into her with rapid, staccato strength, gasping 
continuously with each instroke, and her legs moved around, rubbing on 
his thighs as she squeezed in and fell away.
     Her hips seemed to have a will of their own, writhing around 
against him as the weight and solidity within her seemed to grow bigger 
and bigger.
     "Oh, yes, Richard, darling ... fuck me ... fuck me good," she 
gasped, her breath hot and rapid.
     There was a swirling in her loins which made her strain and strain 
against him, begging him to fill her, invade every inch of her body.  
The swirling grew, causing a whirlpool of passion that was about to 
drain every inch of strength from her body and leave her limp.
     She couldn't stop her wild contortions as he plundered into her, 
the length of his huge, pulsing cock filling her completely until she 
thought he would come out her throat.
     She knew that she was on the brink of her orgasm and she dug her 
nails into the hard flesh of his back, trying to pull him in even deeper 
into her aching well.
     Then, her body began to shudder with a violent trembling as she 
began to jerk out her own climax as Richard plunged down deeper into her 
throbbing orifice.
     "I'm cumming ...  I'm cumming ..." she moaned.  "Fuck me harder, 
darling ... now ...  Now!!!"
     She relaxed slightly after her climax, her legs still twitching 
with excitement, but in a half stupor while he continued to ravage her 
in growing excitement.
     She was pleasurably aware of his moans, his furious thrusts, the 
way he clutched at her buttocks, pulling her up on his cock while he 
plundered into her.
     She gasped as his stiff, monstrous rod pushed in for a moment even 
further than before, sending a streak of pain through her belly.  She 
knew that he was about to reach his own climax, her legs still and she 
could feel his huge, erect prick swelling and jerking inside her as the 
warm liquid of his sperm spilled deep into her belly.
     He stretched out on top of her, panting for some time while she 
just lay there, completely immobile, sated and exhausted.
     Richard rolled off his wife at last and lay looking up at the 
ceiling.  She didn't move, she just didn't have the energy to move, her 
legs still spread-eagled, aching and damp, the sperm running down the 
inner part of her legs.



                               Chapter 4

     The warm, triumphant tropical sun rose brightly on the following 
day and found Alice Carlton still dawdling in the bed, a thin sheet 
covering her luscious, sweat-soaked body.  She had slept brokenly that 
night, and when brief sleep came, awful dreams of perverted sexuality 
ran rampant.  And each dream featured handsome, suave Roger Antrim.
     She turned around in the bed, her hand searching for Richard's 
familiar presence.  But Richard was not there.  She looked at the alarm 
clock on the night table and found out to her utter surprise that it was 
mid-afternoon.  She had slept all that time!  No wonder Richard wasn't 
there.  He must have' gotten hungry and decided not to wake her up.  She 
would surely find him downstairs in the dining room of the hotel or in 
the lobby.
     Pulling the sheet tight from the bottom, she let it fill slowly 
over her body.  The two mounds of her large and generous breasts stood 
out in bold relief.  Alice looked down at than and the night's forbidden 
feeling of sensuality flooded over her again in a powerfully shocking 
wave.  Still drowsy from her disturbed slumbers, she lacked the strength 
to resist it and decided to enjoy herself---just a little bit.  She 
wiggled her buttocks in the bed and moved her breasts back and forth 
under the linen sheet.  Almost immediately, she felt her nipples 
hardening and puckering.  She looked down again and saw the pointed tips 
sharply etched by the thin linen.
     Dare she touch them?  She compromised and decided it would be all 
right.  Withdrawing her arms from under the cover, she now began 
fondling her breasts with her opened hands in bold circular movements.  
She closed her eyes and abandoned herself to the eerie tickling 
sensations that radiated out from her teased breasts to the farthest 
edges of her aroused body.
     "Oooohhhh," she moaned softly to herself, "it feels so good, it 
feels sooo goood!"
     Moments later, she was rubbing her body with a thick terry towel 
until it turned a glowing pink.  She dressed quickly, but carefully, 
wanting to look as beautiful as she could.
     She completed her outfit with a frilly garter belt that supported 
her lightweight nylons, and tossed on a skimpy slip that barely reached 
to the top of her thighs.  Her thin clinging dress was of a light blue 
color, setting off the color of her eyes.
     Then, Alice proceeded to put on her make up, trying to cover as 
well as possible the traces of sexual hangover with bases and powder.  
She didn't want Richard to notice anything.
     There was the sound of familiar voices outside their room.  Was it 
possible?  She was clearly hearing Roger's voice!  She blushed furiously 
at the thought that she would have to see him again after last night's 
shameful incident.  Why had he come, she wondered, trying desperately 
force a natural expression on her face as she walked towards the door 
and opened it.
     "Alice, darling, I'm so glad you've awakened!" Richard exclaimed 
going over to kiss her.
     His breath smelled of liquor ...
     How early you're beginning to celebrate, Dick darling!" she teased 
him lightly, surprised at this action coming from her usually sober 
husband.
     Richard seemed to be in an excellent mood as he started to give her 
a scientific explanation of how the best cure for a hangover was a drink 
the morning after.
     Alice had noticed Roger's admiring glance detailing her and 
although she felt somewhat embarrassed, she couldn't help also being 
flattered.  She thought that after all, Roger couldn't possibly have 
disappeared just like that.  Now, under the soothing influence of the 
strong daylight penetrating in the room through the open windows, last 
night's incident had lost much of its importance and the young woman 
felt again light and carefree as she walked between the two men in the 
direction of the elevator.  She was hungry and welcomed their invitation 
to take her to have lunch.
     As she attacked with definite enthusiasm her sizzling steak, 
Richard's voice rose, a note of excitement in it.
     "Alice, darling, imagine what!  Roger has invited us to spend a few 
days at the plantation ... isn't that wonderful!  It's a unique 
opportunity for me!  I'll be able to study some of the most curious 
aspects of Voodoo, aspects I could never get to see otherwise ...!
     "But ... Richard," Alice started in an unsteady voice, a shiver 
suddenly passing through her.  She didn't like the idea ... she didn't 
like it at all.  There was something about the invitation she just 
couldn't pinpoint; as though those few day at the plantation would 
change the course of her life ...  "Richard," she repeated in a feeble 
attempt to dissuade him, but already knowing that they would go, "Don't 
you remember, darling ... it's my vacation, too ... and I am not 
interested in voodoo ..."
     Roger smiled his old charming smile.
     "Alice, I know I shouldn't ... the decision is yours ... but I do 
promise you a wonderful time ... life on a plantation can be quite 
exciting, I assure you ...  Besides, Henrietta is positively dying to 
meet you.  We don't often have the opportunity of having guests and I 
have talked to her so much about you ... I'm sure you also want to see 
my wife, the woman I married ..."
     "Roger is right," Richard insisted.  "And he has already telephoned 
Henrietta to inform her of our arrival.  You don't have any idea what it 
means to me to get this opportunity to study voodoo in a place where all 
the primitive, unadulterated beliefs are held in their untouched purity 
..."
     That same afternoon, they traveled to Nevine Plantation in Roger's 
car.
     Richard was very excited by the trip and he listened intently to 
everything Roger was telling him about his adopted country.  Always, the 
word Voodoo came back to haunt their conversation and Alice thought to 
herself that if voodoo was what she had witnessed last night, then her 
husband would be in for a big disappointment, for she felt quite sure 
that it was merely a more sophisticated sex show ... 
     It was completely dark when Roger finally pulled up to a long wide 
verandah and Nevins Mansions appeared, looking like a baronial manor of 
yester-years, its graceful yet sumptuous lines befitting bygone days 
when beautiful ladies in "crinolines" and straw hats sat out on the 
porch chatting with elegant gentlemen callers.  And the exuberant beauty 
of the tropical setting further enhanced the charm and splendor of 
Nevins Mansion.
     The young couple followed their friend who was escorting them 
across the wide expanse of concrete to a huge white door.  Roger pressed 
a button.  The door opened.  An imposing black butler in uniform stood 
there.
     "Oh, bonsoir Nicolas, is Madame waiting for us?" Roger asked 
casually.
     The Negro smiled a big, white smile and bowed respectfully to let 
the master of Nevins Mansion and his guests pass inside the house.
     "Madame has been waiting for you, she will be coming in a minute," 
Nicolas replied.
     Then, as they were looking around, trying to absorb the splendid 
luxury surrounding them, a grave feminine voice with polished, exquisite 
modulations interrupted their contemplative reverie.
     "Welcome to Nevine Mansion!"
     It was Henrietta Nevins Antrim and her presence filled the huge 
foyer.
     The charming smile ... and turning to Richard.
     "Oh, you must be Richard Carlton, and this is your lovely young 
wife!  A delightful couple, your friends make, Roger dear, you never 
told me Mrs. Carlton was so pretty!"
     Alice blushed furiously and hated herself for it.
     Voluptuous ...  Exotic ...  Alice wondered what was the word for 
Henrietta ... It was friend who told her later, much later, that the 
only word befitting the mistress of Nevins Parisian was "over-whelming," 
and he was right ...
     She looked older, and yet somehow younger than what they had been 
led to expect---particularly Alice---from Roger's brief comments about 
he wife.  Her long, jet black hair caught in a twist on top of her head, 
her face, almost Oriental in the slanted effect of its huge dark eyes, 
hinted of strange mysteries in hushed boudoirs.
     When Henrietta Antrim spoke, her voice sounded rather raucous, with 
that rasping hoarseness of many years of chain smoking and drinking 
habits that had long ceased to be within the scope of normal social 
demands to become the crutch that helped her carry the weight of a 
reality that was too much for her to bear.
     Of course, all these details didn't strike Alice at first sight, 
but the thoughts insidiously penetrated into her mind during the days 
she spent at Nevins Mansion, and long after the tragedy came to pass, 
and they learned of the details of it, Richard and her would exchange 
their impressions of their host and particularly their most remarkable 
hostess ...
     They sipped slowly on some excellent brandy before Henrietta 
suggested that they would maybe like to freshen up before supper and 
would they like to be shown to their room.
     "Well, darling, what do you think?" Alice smiled at her husband who 
was standing In the middle of the room which could have been Queen 
Victoria's bedroom ...  There was even a canopy over bed.
     "It's ... it's just overwhelming," Richard said, pronouncing for 
the first time a word he was to use quite frequently in the future when 
referring to Nevins Mansion and its inhabitants.
     "Dick, darling, wouldn't you rather be home?"
     He kissed her sweet-smelling hair and searched for her lips.  They 
kissed lengthily.  His tongue met hers In hot desire, combating with 
hers in dampness.  Her fingers spread behind his head, caressing his 
neck, welding his mouth to hers.  She moaned softly, passion spinning 
through her sinews. Their bodies met, converged, and became one, each 
pressed lustfully against the other.
     "Oh, Alice, darling, I wish supper was already over," and his voice 
was rough, telling her what she wanted to know.
     They were thankful the meal wasn't as lengthy as they had feared.

                             *     *     *

     Richard's fingers were firm and strong as they slowly drew her 
close.  Now his arms, strong and masculine were going around her waist.  
Her hands flew around his muscular neck, deliciousness lancing her 
throbbing flesh.  Her breasts touched his chest, their points instantly 
congealing into hardness.
     "I love you, Alice," he murmured.
     She raised her face to his and he kissed her deeply, tenderly and 
she could feel a rush of warmth permeate her body, washing away all 
traces of her shameful behavior of last night's.
     "I feel so warm, so safe," she whispered, letting her head rest 
against his shoulder.  And it was true. This was her place, in her 
husband's arms.  It was him whom she loved, his touch she longed for.  
How could she have been so foolish and allow even the thought of Roger 
Antrim disturb her happiness!
     Her nerves began to tingle as she returned his kiss.  Her arms 
reached across him and clung to his sides and her fingers dug into his 
ribs.  She felt the same old urgency sweeping through her as he covered 
her face, her throat, her neck with sweet, fluttering kisses.
     "Oh, Dick," she moaned, "I do need you."
     His hands roamed carefully, slowly over her soft breasts, feeling 
the throbbing of her heart and pulse wherever they touch.  He wanted to 
fee} the soft silkiness of her skin and he eased the straps of her dress 
over her shoulder so that her ripe, voluptuous breasts stood up proud 
and firm beneath her brassiere.
     "Mmmmm ..." she moaned as his hands reached in back of her and 
unhooked the stay of her brassiere, pulling it up so that he could 
fondle her luscious orbs and tease her full pink nipples into erection.
     "God, what are you doing to me, Alice," he breathed.  "I want you 
so much!"
     "I want you too," she answered softly.
     His lips left the sweetness of hers, and made their way across her 
cheek to the short flesh of her neck, while his hand coursed up the long 
ivory thigh, kneading the tender skin and leaving behind a trail of tiny 
red marks in her flesh.  Inch by inch he came closer and closer to the 
soft, glistening, hair covered treasure that lay concealed between her 
thighs; but his progress was sure.  And in seconds his hand was touching 
the elastic band of her panties, his forearm covered by the silky fabric 
of her dress.  He hesitated there for a moment, squeezing sensitive 
flesh in pink mounds between his fingers.  Her agonizing twisting and 
tossing told him to go on.
     With a practiced twisting pull, Richard jerked the pale blue 
panties down to the tops of her silken thighs, exposing her sparse hair 
covered mound and uncovering the full round bulges of her buttocks.  
Yanking on one side, then the other, he worked the undergarment down 
over her long, well-tapered legs, until the panties dangled from one 
upraised leg at the ankle.  He shoved the fabric of her skirt up to her 
waist, bunching it in two heavy folds.
     She was naked from the waist down, her legs opening and closing in 
a desperate rhythmic dance, as she thrust her naked loins up toward him.  
A long hungry moan escaped from her lips, echoing her aching need for 
him.
     He teased his middle finger into the soft fleshy passage between 
her legs and she gasped from the sudden entry.  Swirling it around in 
the moist confines of her cunt, he began to gently massage the 
glistening bud of her clitoris with his thumb, flicking the hardening, 
sensitive nipple of flesh from side to side as it swelled into excited 
erection.
     As he massaged the tiny clitoris, she moaned and undulated her 
buttocks lasciviously back against his loins, grinding out to seize his 
slumbering cock and pull it into her aching body.
     "That's fabulous," she sighed, and pushed his hand harder against 
her hungry, moist orifice.
     Richard eased his other hand down between them, and pulled his 
zipper down in a quick motion, bringing his penis into the open.  As she 
writhed and ground against him, the throbbing shaft swelled full 
erection, snaking up through the groove of her buttocks until the 
swelling head lay along the soft, hair-lined lips-of her vagina.
     Alice pulled her thighs up toward her chest, and reached in back of 
her, searching for his penis.  She located the familiar rod of rigid, 
throbbing flesh and held it tightly in her clenched fist, squeezing it 
for a moment, and then guided it toward her warm, gently pulsating 
pussy.
     Continuing to caress her clitoris faith his hand, Richard smashed 
into her vagina from the rear.  He drove into her quickly, with a 
sensation of aching, hot relief, mixed with animal passion as he 
tunneled into her moist open passage from behind.
     As he thrust, he felt the firm tautness of her buttocks grinding 
back against his loins.  He dipped his other hand around in front 
beneath her body, and slid it across her smooth, supple flesh, up and 
over her flat stomach and caressed the round globes of her breasts.  He 
tenderly squeezed the hard pink nipples, tracing a tantalizing circle 
around the little peaks, bringing shivers of delight to her burning 
body, tiny bursts of pleasure that shot out 1h all directions from the 
tips of her breasts.
     They lay there for a while, and Richard slipped the few remaining 
garments from himself and Alice.  His body nestled against her smooth, 
naked back, every inch of his flesh pressed against her full length.  
His cock slithered in and out of her fleshy tunnel with ease, its path 
lubricated with the juices flowing from her vagina.
     His hand left her clitoris and he lovingly massaged both her firm, 
youthfully hard breasts, his penis continuing to snake up the furrow of 
her buttocks and into the hot wet passage of her cunt.
     Let me get on my knees," she whispered.  "It'll be even better that 
way."
     "Sure, honey."
     She lifted her weight onto her hands and knees, and he climbed to 
his knees with her, leaving his long, rigid cock buried in her as they 
maneuvered on the bed.
     Alice pulled a pillow over, and stuffed it under her breasts, 
gripping it with both hands, her back sloping gracefully up to him, 
arching up invitingly, a long, smooth expanse of soft white flesh.  She 
spread her knees wide apart, and he moved up into her opened thighs, 
spreading her legs even wider as he opened his own.
     Now Richard could see his rock-hard penis and the soft pink fleshy 
lips into which it disappeared with every forward thrust.  He pulled the 
rigid shaft out until only the tip remained encased in the searing grip 
of her vagina, held it there for an agonizing moment, then plunged with 
rendered vigor into the warm, throwing depths of her womb, the long 
fleshy spear vanishing in the moist opening, until he smacked against 
the softness of her smooth rounded buttocks, his balls slapping gently 
against the hair-lined furrow of her naked loins.
     Gripping her hips so tightly that his fingers dug into her tender 
flesh, he surged into her, swiveling his hips and twisting from side to 
side.  He remembered that this lateral movement always brought new gasps 
of ecstasy to her lips, and this time was no exception.
     Alice buried her head in the pillow to hold bay the screams of joy.  
Her tight, pulsating passage constricted hard around his cock, sucking 
him in with a tense embrace.  She flailed her arms on the sheet, then 
reached back, grabbing and clutching at the back of his thighs, pulling 
him at her with even greater force.
     Sensing her desire for more, Richard worked even tighter up against 
her buttocks, and pushed her shoulders down flat against the bed with he 
palms, forcing her ass up at an even steeper angle against him.  Her 
gleaming wet crotch lay almost directly beneath him, an inviting display 
that begged for an unrelenting animal assault.
     He thrust into her up to the hilt, and left he penis buried in her 
for a moment, then he began the punishing piston movement again 
powerfully, with agonizing slowness.
     Locked together, flesh against flesh, they groaned in unison, a 
steadily building moan of passion and desire, as Richard rocked 
demoniacally in and out of her wet, throbbing passage.  Then, he felt 
her hands slip from his hips and slide down along his thighs until they 
reached his hanging testicles.  She teasingly, expertly caressed each 
one, squeezing them ever so gently, tenderly brushing them from side to 
side.
     Richard felt his cock stiffen anew as the cool touch of his wife's 
long fingers brought a new sensation racing to the surface.  Her loving 
massage seemed to bring the fiery liquid in his loins to a raging boil--
-a seething river that ached to burst forth from his body.
     Alice's moans began to come quicker and louder, and for a moment he 
was unsure whether her cries were from delight or pain.  He momentarily 
slowed his pistoning stabs, but immediately she squirmed hack against 
his pelvis, wiggling up onto his shaft, and thrusting her buttocks 
against him.
     "Oh, no, darling!  Don't stop!  Don't ever stop!" she cried.  Her 
hands struggled to grasp his hips and force his rock-hard cock into the 
depths of her belly with even greater force.
     In a split second, Richard realized his wife's desires, and he 
began to pummel her upturned buttocks with such force that twinges of 
pain shot up from his loins as he smashed into the soft yielding flesh.  
Harder and harder he drove up into her belly, rocking back almost off 
his knees, then hammering forward with every ounce of strength, until 
his cock disappeared in the warm, moist confines of her desperately 
contracting cunt.  With every forward lunge, his balls slapped against 
her wet crotch with loud, audible smacking sounds.  And as the intensity 
of his pistoning increased, they swung beneath him like two hairy lobes, 
like a pendulum between his opener legs.
     "That's it!  That's it!  I'm almost ... almost ..." Alice's gasping 
cries came in staccato, choking breams, as she begged for just a few 
moments more, just a few more delicious, deep plunges.
     "Now!  Now!  Oh, Dick, now!" she screamed.  "I'm cummiing!  
Daaarling, I'm cummiiiing!"
     Sweat pouring from his body, Richard throttled his smashing strokes 
down to rhythmic, grinding plunges, backed up by every muscle in his 
aching body.  Nearly blinded from the tiny rivulets of sweat that poured 
into his eyes from his forehead, Richard could still see the helpless 
form of his wife's soft, naked body, kneeling nearly prostrate before 
him, completely at his mercy, open and exposed to any barbaric attack he 
could make.  Scorching flames of animal lust flared up from his bursting 
loins as the hot liquid grew even hotter, a simmering pool, waiting to 
erupt in torrents of steaming lava.
     He bent over and kissed her bare back, glistening with 
perspiration.  As far as he could reach, he traced a line of kisses 
along her damp spine.
     The welling tide writhing him grew and grew until it was like a 
great flood, held back at the tip of his penis, as if all of his insides 
were pushing and shaving to funnel out the tiny opening.  He was 
powerless to stop now.  Nothing could have stopped
him.
     Alice was pleading for him to hurry, as if she were holding back, 
waiting for his climax.
     He was panting wildly, his loins heaving out against her wet 
buttocks.  Suddenly the flood was too much to hold back, and with 
gritted teeth, he felt the dram give way.
     "Now, now!" he shouted.
     "Oh, Dick!  Oh!  Oohh ..." Alice gasped in unison.
     One final thrust and she moaned a long, animal cry and her 
straining pussy flowered open to twice its normal size.  At the same 
moment, Richard could feel the fiery liquid race around within him, then 
burst, in a scorching blast that seemed to literally erupt from his 
loins, each spurt bringing magnificent relief.
     He uttered one long, low moan as Alice buried her screams of 
delight in her pillow as she felt him erupt like an endless geyser of 
white-hot fluid deep into the secret confines of her throbbing belly.
     With the last weakened thrust, he fell forward, forcing her flat on 
the bed as he collapsed beside her, his deflated penis slipping from its 
warm sheath reluctantly as he fell.



                               Chapter 5

     Henrietta Nevins was one of those women who have been great 
beauties in their youth, and have led a life of elegance and worldly 
frequentation.  She had been raised and kept within the wealthiest 
strata of society in whose circles she had shone with a beauty always 
enhanced by her costly elegance and refined sociability.  Her education 
meant refinement and not precisely knowledge and her culture had the 
superficiality of an ornament and not the functionality of any given 
profession.  In short, Henrietta had been brought up with the only 
function of shining in the glittering balls of high society.
     So, at an early age, she already felt that the desire to get 
married that all young girls feel when their womanhood is in full bloom, 
In her didn't mean a romantic desire to experience love, but rather a 
deeply compelling urge to experience the pleasures of sex.
     In truth, she had been besieged by proposals, but of all, she 
immediately took on to Orville Nevins, a huge he-man in his early 
forties, a man whom she felt to be different from all other.
     Orville Nevins was the type of man who doesn't look quite right in 
formal attire, and yet one who always impeccably dressed.  He had that 
rugged sensuality of the athlete, without being precisely one, and the 
firm, matter-of-fact attitude of the man who has proven himself to be 
successful and feels second to no other in any ground.
     Henrietta was immediately attracted by the man whom she thought 
could give her a more ardent, animal-like form of physical love.  They 
were married and indeed Orville didn't disappoint her in her 
expectations.
     She lost almost every contact with her former friends and ways of 
life, even though Orville tried to give her all the comforts of 
civilization.  But still, his work and his life were at the plantation, 
and he couldn't spend much time abroad as she would have wanted.
     Then, when she least expected it to happen, struck: Orville had an 
accident.  His small private plane crashed and he almost got killed.
     The pilot died, and Orville came out of the accident alive but 
crippled.
     They went from one specialist of another, to no avail.  Orville was 
condemned to spend the rest of his life in a wheel chair, and suffering 
of frequent muscular pains.  The physician in whose care he was at the 
time recommended to seek the services of a physio-therapist.
     That is precisely when Roger Antrim came into the picture.

                             *     *     *

     Henrietta leaned her aching head against her dressing table.  She 
was alone in the huge master bedroom, having left Roger downstairs 
drinking and as pleasant as a boar.  All day long, she had felt the 
nervous tension building up inside her.  It was familiar; she knew her 
own body well enough to recognize the symptoms.  She didn't have to 
guess at what was bothering her.  It was like a heavy hammer banging 
upon her brain ...
     Sex ...
     The hollow emptiness in her belly had a craving and it wasn't for 
food or drink ...  But tonight, nothing would help.  Roger was back.  
Roger ...  And of course, he wouldn't come up; he wouldn't fulfill his 
husbandry duties ...
     Henrietta shook her aching head and an expression of mingled 
tiredness and bitterness appeared on her face.  Her hand reached for the 
bottle of sleeping pills and she swallowed the tiny drops of oblivion.  
A few minutes later, she lied down on the huge bed which had once 
withstood her passionate animal coupling with Orville Nevins, then her 
breathing began getting more regular and she lapsed into the blissful 
unawareness of sleep ...

                             *     *     *

     Roger Antrim had remained alone in the sitting room, sipping slowly 
on his cognac.  No, he didn't want to make love to Henrietta and he had 
let her go up to their bedroom without paying any attention to the 
silent appeal in her somber eyes.
     He was the one who had insisted the Carltons be given the Blue 
Room.  He well knew with what purpose.  Soon, when the stillness and 
silence of the night would have settled upon Nevins Mansion, he would 
climb up the stairs to the second floor and slip into the room adjoining 
the one where Alice and Richard would probably be enjoying their 
intimacy ...
     The sight of his former girl friend's shapely body completely out 
of control under the caresses of another man incited deep lustful 
passions in Roger, passions that he had forgotten even existed that 
powerfully within him.  He could hear distinctly the low moans escaping 
from Alice's softly anguished lips as Dick proceeded to pass his wet, 
licking tongue in a loving exploration of every nook and crevice of her 
lovely, writhing body.  The little bitch, he thought, the shameless 
little slut!  Oh, how he would have liked it to be his own tongue 
exploring and tasting the delightful creamy flesh ...
     He reached down, passing his hand over the hardening, throbbing 
bulge tightening the material of his trousers painfully.  Pulling down 
the zipper, he eased his jerking organ out of its confining prison and 
the thick rod of flesh was already quite rigid with the downflow of 
blood rushing from his excited body down to his heated loins.  He spread 
his legs slightly apart, now pumping at himself
both hands until his cock was rock hard and glistening in the dim light 
penetrating from the window.
     "Ooohhh, this animal is going to take her from the back!" Roger 
muttered to himself.  The little slut does everything now! ooooh oohhh!  
How she squirms!  She's begging for it!"
     He kept on watching the obscene spectacle with a curious mixture of 
pleasure and rage.  Pleasure building up at the sight of such an 
exciting scene.  Rage at the thought that he wasn't the one fucking the 
hell out of Alice ...  Oh, but he would, he decided ... he would fuck 
the little bitch and make her beg for it.  Oh, she was playing the 
proud, faithful wife, eh, eh!  Not with Roger Anthem!  He wouldn't fall 
for such hypocrisy.  He still remembered clearly that night in his car 
when he had almost taken her, and then at the voodoo show, her wild 
excitement under his caresses ...
     Roger's eyes bulged from their sockets at the breath-taking 
maneuvers in which Dick and Alice were engaged, and he felt tiny 
droplets of cum oozing from the tiny opening at the head of his 
straining, throbbing penis.  It took all of his control to keep himself 
from ejaculating right then and there.  But he wanted to see the 
exciting spectacle to the end.  Small moans, barely audible rolled from 
his open mouth, now salivating tiny trickles of spittle down the sew of 
his chin.
     Roger masturbated himself with all his being, his hand pulling at 
his thick instrument in a hungry sawing movement.  He grinned lewdly as 
he watched Alice's lust-contorted face in the dim light of the room and 
Dick's throbbing cock being driven deeper and deeper between her swaying 
buttocks.
     His eyes glazed with a wild animal lust, he saw them cumming 
together in a perfect explosion of spurting lava and convulsing orgasm.  
And then they lay still, limbs entwined, faces covered with 
perspiration, a smile of satisfaction playing on their lips.  They were 
satiated, and he was not.  His throbbing organ jerked painfully between 
his fingers and he wanted to ram it deep up into a wet; warm, welcoming 
cunt ...

                             *     *     *

     Henrietta looked strikingly lovely in the soft bedroom lights she 
had left on before falling asleep.  Her long, almost jet black hair 
cascading down framed her smooth skin in a dark velvety background.  The 
tight chignon that she usually wore in a harsh and severe style note 
hung loose in flowing strands, seeming to take years off her age.  She 
looked like a young woman again.  Her features, in the repose of sleep, 
did not have the tense, anguished, somewhat sharp expression she 
affected when awaken, and their aristocratic clear-cut softness belied 
the cold manner she often tried to project.
     In her sleep, the thin strap of her transparent black gown had 
slipped over her shoulder, and the flimsy material now exposed a firm, 
well-rounded breast.
     Roger Antrim stood at the door of the master bedroom, looking at 
his sleeping wife, and visibly shaken at the sudden sight of her soft, 
fleshy mound.  He hadn't even bothered to put his rock-hard, jerking 
cock back inside his trousers, and the thick fleshy rod quivered as 
Roger gazed at his wife's uncovered breast in a mesmerized trance, 
feeling a sudden shudder of passion rippling through him.
     He walked over to the bed, saliva dribbling from his slack mouth 
and lust beading he eyes.  He quickly got rid of his clothing and then 
he was shaking Henrietta brutally, awakening her from the heavy sleep 
induced by the sedatives.
     In awed terror, Henrietta opened her eyes and let her still vague 
gaze focus on the huge bulging prick thrust out and quivering right in 
from of her face.  She froze in abject stiffness and she could not drag 
her eyes away from the terrorizing instrument ripping through her 
dreamless unconsciousness.
     "What!  Aggghh!" She managed to mumble thickly.
     "Come on, Henrietta," Roger rasped in a hoarse whisper.  "You know 
perfectly well why I am here!  Don't you want it?"
     The woman gasped as the thick fumes of sleep began clearing her 
mind.  Her large dark eyes gleamed with a mixture of fear and excitement 
as she watched her husband's naked form hovering over her helpless body.
     "I want you, Henrietta, and I am going to fuck you!" Roger said, 
pulling the slippery gown from her body and leaving her naked beneath 
him.
     Henrietta dazedly kept her eyes open and dimly gazed into her 
husband's face.  He was grinning lewdly up at her and feasting his eyes 
on her curvaceous naked body.
     "Look at me."  He persisted, thrusting his hips up towards her, and 
shaking her awaken.
     Henrietta struggled to keep her eyes open and saw the huge cock 
swaying in front of her like a cobra dancing to the tune of a snake 
charmer.
     "No ... no ..." she stammered, "stay away from me."
     But even as she pleaded with him, she could feel her body drained 
of all strength and she kept eyes glued on the swaying penis, hypnotized 
by its rhythmic movement.
     With a sadistic smile tightly pulled across his white teeth, he ran 
his thick finger between her thighs, reaching the hair-lined wetness of 
her cuntal opening, then gave, a brutal up thrust, driving his digit 
into the depths of her passage.
     Aaaaggghhh!" she screamed between clenched teeth, "I can't sated 
it!  Please, Roger, leave me alone!" she begged.
     He began kissing her breasts, her belly, then snowed his lips down 
to the dark pubic mound between her legs.
     "Open your legs," he commanded, nuzzling at her thighs with brutal 
persistence.
     "Yes," she answered, writhing beneath him as a slight shudder of 
passion rippled through her.  She obediently widened the gap between her 
legs.  "Oh, yes, yes!" she groaned, now feeling again consumed by the 
manipulations of the rigid tongue caressing the open slit of her vagina.
     It flicked relentlessly between her wide-spread legs, stopping 
sporadically to curl its way deep into her hungry clasping crevice.  
Henrietta moaned as a fountain of dream-like ecstasy surged through her, 
possessing and tormenting her while at the same time releasing in a 
rising tide of desire the suppressed feelings she had kept hidden within 
herself for so long
     But Roger was not thinking in giving her the release she expected.  
He pulled away from her and turned her around brusquely so that her back 
was to him and began to take small bites at the nape of her neck.  His 
fingers splayed the lips of her vagina and then entered her secret 
passage.  His stiff cock probed between the backs of her thighs, 
searching for the opening in between her legs.
     "Please," she cried.  "Please, let go of me!  Go and find one of 
your black mistresses!  Leave me alone!"
     "Listen, you bitch!" he hissed.  "You'll do as I say!  You're still 
my wife, aren't you!  Shut up you slut!"
     Henrietta's entire body contracted in anger.  She knew he could do 
anything he wanted with her ...  Suddenly, the slimy head of his lust-
hardened prick found the opening of moist flesh in her groin.  He rammed 
her viciously and went so far into her that she cried out and tried to 
pull away from his iron grip.
     "Please, you're hurting me!
     But he held her fast... each hand wrapped around her hips holding 
her immobile.  His thrusts grew sharper and deeper with each lustful 
movement he made.  She struggled and groaned, impaled like some large 
beautiful butterfly on a collector's table.  His hairy thighs scraped 
the back of her's until she could feel the burns they were causing.  He 
pummeled into her with all the force he could muster, filling the 
entirety of her being, hurting her more and more with each thrust of his 
body.
     Henrietta felt as if someone were forcing hot pokers into the 
fragile walls of her vagina.  Her husband's nail dug into her soft 
stomach causing her to squeal in pain.  She felt pressure against her 
hips as he began to pull her up onto her knees without stoping his 
relentless pursuit.
     Her brain was still fogged by the fumes of the sedative.  She 
wanted so badly to go back to sleep, to sweet oblivion.  But he wouldn't 
let go of her.  She allowed herself to be propped up, hoping that it 
might hasten the end of this debasement of her body by this man whom she 
hated.
     Roger drew himself still closer between her spread thighs, pushing 
them further apart with his knees.  He forced himself even further into 
her ... right up to the hilt ... up into her helpless cunt ... deeper 
and deeper into her.
     Henrietta thought her body would split in two under the vicious 
assault of her own husband.  Her breath came in short gasps ... her back 
ached from the pressure of his hands forcing her further down until her 
soft yielding buttocks were thrust almost straight up into the air.  His 
body battered against her with brutal force.  She could hear him whining 
above her.  He seemed to grow larger and larger with each searing thrust 
into her flaming hole.
     She tried to think of other times ... other places ... Orville and 
his magnificent bedroom performances ... ... even Roger, at the 
beginning of their relationship ... but her mind could only concentrate 
on the searing pain caused by the brutal attack she was being subjected 
to.  She wanted to scream ... to scream again and again, but she she 
could not.
     She was trembling all over now ... surely he must finish soon ... 
he just couldn't go on much longer ... but still he was stuffing his 
hard cock up into her cervix with a wild fury, almost forcing her off 
the bed with each painful thrust.
     Henrietta gritted her teeth ... she could not stand it much longer.  
Then she heard him moaning between his clenched teeth.  At first, it 
seemed far away, but then it grew louder and louder, until at last he 
gave a cry as great, hot, thick spurts of liquid filled her gasping 
vagina almost to the overflow.
     "Thank God," she thought as he collapsed onto her, squashing her 
soft helpless body under his massive weight.  "Thank God, it's over."
     He stayed on top of her for a few minutes, panting heavily, blowing 
his liquor-raking breath delightedly in her face.
     Finally, he pulled out of her with a slight wet sucking noise and 
without dressing went out of the room.
     From the following morning on, Roger took the young couple from one 
sex "show" to another.  The performances they attended were a mixture of 
authentic voodoo and perverted sexual practices.
     Richard was thrilled, considering himself to be very lucky to 
witness those supposedly "secret ceremonies," an experience he deemed of 
incalculable value to his research work.
     Alice, on the contrary, felt that there was more sex involved than 
what it would be reasonable to expect in the voodoo practices, and 
incensed that Roger---whose lust for her had increased to the point of 
becoming plainly obvious---would try to drag her into any of the 
perverted acts performed by the supposed "voodooists", and since Richard 
had been drinking increasingly during the last few days, she may find 
herself at Roger's mercy and with her husband unable to protect her.  
So, at the first opportunity, she declined their invitation to go along 
with them.
     Roger, spited by Alice's attitude and enraged against Richard 
instructed the voodooists to make him take part in their ceremonies, 
where they all abused---sexually and otherwise---of the drugged young 
man.



                               Chapter 6

     Rain drummed against the black windows, one of those brief but 
violent tropical rains which---while they last---seem to be the gloomy 
prelude to some biblical flood.  The heavy drops had been pounding 
relentlessly for quite some time now when Alice woke up, bathed in 
sweat, an expression of anguish on her lovely face.
     She sat up in the huge bed and even before reaching with her hand 
in the darkness for the familiar presence of her husband, she knew that 
Richard was not there.  He had been away all day long---he event away so 
often now, always accompanied by Roger---and he wasn't back yet.
     Alice reached out and fumbled for a pack of cigarettes.  She shook 
one up and took it between her lips.  She tossed the pack on the 
nightstand and found the lighter.  Then she lit her cigarette and sat 
there in the darkness, puffing nervously and listening to the wind and 
the rain.
     Something very strange was going on in this big old mansion which 
seemed cut out from the rest of The civilized world.
     Again, the strange sounds that had awakened her could be heard.  
And it wasn't the rain or the wind.  Peculiar, shuffling sounds.  Could 
it be Richard, drunk and trying to find way to their bedroom?  At this 
thought, Alice quickly sprang up from the bed, shoved her feet into her 
slippers, dumping her cigarette, and as she listened intently headed 
toward the door to the hall.
     She unlocked the door and poked her head outside.  The hall was 
deserted.  So she closed the door behind her and took a few steps in the 
direction of the stairs.  As she groped her way down the hallway, she 
could hear distant voices coming from one of the rooms opening onto the 
hall.  Voices!  At this hour!  It sounded like Henrietta's voice ... and 
... yes ... Nicolas!  The butler's voice!  Impossible!  What could they 
be doing awake at this time of the night, she wondered, approaching the 
bedroom door.
     A shaft of light penetrated the darkness of the hallway from the 
slight opening the door hinge and the wall.  Alice gave a nervous gulp 
as the tried to look through the slit.  But she couldn't see anything.  
Almost without thinking, her hand went to the door-knob, trying it, and 
it turned noiselessly between her fingers.  She pulled the door open 
just enough to peer inside the room.  And what she saw froze her on the 
spot.
     It was Henrietta all right, Henrietta lying there, her naked body 
stretched out on the rug in the middle of the floor, her thighs spread 
wide and invitingly before one of the black workers who stood between 
her legs almost at her feet, stripping the clothing from himself while 
the others ... for there were others! ...Nicolas and two more ...leaned 
forward to watch eagerly.
     Alice gasped as she watched Nicolas shed his clothing.  He stood 
there, hovering above the stark-naked, Henrietta blacker than the night 
with his muscles bulging powerfully, his huge black cock pointing down 
at the white woman sprawled on the rug beneath him.
     As Alice watched through the slightly opened door, she saw the now 
nude body of the butler between Henrietta's wide-spread legs, saw him 
bend over her and begin running his lips and tongue wetly up and down 
her curvaceous body.  She watched in spellbound disbelief as he sucked 
her erect, heaving breasts into quivering hardness, then drew his moist 
tongue downward over the flat table of her jerking belly to her soft, 
round inner thighs.
     Without warning, Henrietta moved into a slow writhing under the 
black man's hot, wet, tongue- lashing caresses, and suddenly, she 
reached forward and grabbed him by the back of the neck, her long 
fingers hooking into his thick mat of hair, endeavoring to guide his 
lips towards the tight pink slit she was presenting up to him.
     With a deep, penetrating moan, Henrietta spread her legs even wider 
apart and pulled the man's tongue deeper into her vagina, now well 
lubricated with cuntal secretions.
     Nicolas began making wild, incoherent sucking noises as he rapidly 
thrust his rigid tongue in and out of her upthrust crotch while the 
ragged lips of her dilated vagina seemed to cry out for release from the 
unsatiated torment that filled her womb.  Her slack mouth let go of 
small pleading sounds of encouragement to him as he worked over her 
burning cunt with a wild abandon.
     Alice stared at the writhing couple, shocked by the obscene 
exhibitions.  She knew she should run, but something deep and intangible 
inside her senses kept her feet cemented to the floor, though she could 
not understand what the strange feeling was.  She gave a sharp intake of 
breath as she saw Henrietta's claw-like fingers grasping like a blind 
person's at the stiffened penis that bobbed wildly against her thighs.  
She continued to stare engulfed in a mixture of repugnance and growing, 
wicked excitement, the thought occurring to her that Henrietta had a 
beautiful body ... and there she lay, offering it in open sacrifice up 
to the lust-contorted face of her butler.  He had evidently worked her 
to a fever pitch, for Henrietta's mouth hung open wide in sudden 
ecstatic rapture ... her dark sprawling eyes now glazed and gaping 
upward into nothingness.
     Nicolas lifted himself over her rising and falling belly, his black 
face shining with her cuntal juices above her soft pubic mound below.  
His hands lay on the smooth flat plane of her stomach with his thumbs 
pressed into the fleshy outer flanges of her cunt lips, massaging the 
silky folds of slimy pink tissue for a moment, then pulled slowly 
outward parting the soft black pubic hair and exposing the moist red 
slit of Henrietta's vagina.
     The delicate bud of her clitoris was clearly visible, twitching 
into hardness a fraction above the stretched elastic entrance of her 
vaginal opening.  The erotic sight caused Alice to subconsciously writhe 
her own buttocks as she watched Nicolas' long, wet tongue flick 
teasingly at the palpitating nub of raw nerve ends at the top of 
Henrietta's widely exposed cuntal slit.
     Alice gasped as Henrietta's body jerked at the shocking contact, 
causing her legs to clamp tightly about the attacking head, the soft 
inner thighs claiming it in a vise-like squeeze.  And suddenly her hips 
began a rhythmic up and down movement to the explorations of his lashing 
tongue.  Alice could hear the soft mewing noises gurgling up from 
Henrietta's throat and the gasps of the black onlookers as the woman 
slipped into a fitful entrancement of uncontrollable lust, and the upper 
portion of her body writhed insanely while her crotch danced wildly up 
against his face.
     "Put it in, please!" Henrietta pleaded, "stick it in me before I 
lose my mind!  Fuck me!"
     Henrietta's words had no sooner left her lips when the black man 
reached down, and his long hard instrument, began rubbing the swollen 
bulbous head between the wet, open mouth of her cunt raising further 
groans of pleasure and frustration from between Henrietta's clenched 
teeth.  It was then, for the first time, that Alice examined Nicolas' 
thick heavy cock protruding from his hairy crotch.  It looked as hard 
and mean as a rod of ironwood, darkly spearing out from the mass of wiry 
pubic hair covering his lean, muscular belly.  It seemed to her 
enormously thick, and she shuddered as she watched it hover above 
Henrietta's wide-spread vagina.
     "Aaaaaagggghhhh!" Henrietta moaned, opening her mouth, slurpily, 
sideways.  "Put it inside, Nicolas!  Shove it in!  Shove your big black 
prick hard inside my belly!  Come on, shove it in real hard!"
     Alice watched horrified as his buttocks tightened and with a quick 
downward thrust of his hips, sunk the sinewed shaft deep into the moist 
gaping channel between her legs.  Then. with a slow, rocking movement, 
the huge pulsating instrument began to inch its way past her straining 
vaginal muscles to her deepest depths.
     Yes, yes, yes ...!" Henrietta babbled, rolling her head wildly from 
one side to the other.  "I've got it in now!  Aaaagghh!  I've got it in 
now!  Aaaahhh!"
     Henrietta pumped her buttocks rhythmically up at his crotch, 
sucking him farther and farther inside her.  A resounding slap of flesh 
against flesh cut sharply through the air as his pelvis smacked against 
hers with the force of a hard, well-aimed blow.   Henrietta let out a 
gurgling moan as the impalement of her body spread through her senses, 
sending small, quirk shots of electrical sensation coursing through her 
quivering body.
     Come on!  That's it!" Henrietta urged the Negro with gasping voice.  
"Pump faster, Nicolas!  Faster!  FASTER!  Ooooohhhh!  It's so big!  
SOOOO BIG!"
     The frantic pumping motions of the two writhing bodies before her 
engulfed Alice's body with a strange, foreign tingle that lapped at her 
private parts in hot flickering flames of an awakening desire.  She 
unconsciously stiffened herself, trying to smother and dampen them, but 
without success, for though her mind commanded her to walk away from the 
lewd scene taking place before her---a raw animal urge kept her eyes 
glued tightly on the gyrating bodies on the bed.
     "Yes, yes, yes ... give it to me!" Henrietta kept urging the huge 
Negro with slurring voice that reflected the intense pleasure she was 
receiving from Nicholas's vigorous thrusts.
     Alice's fingers crept involuntarily beneath the thin cotton night 
gown to the straining white flesh of her youthful breasts and began 
kneading and pulling at the quivering mounds, trying to relieve the 
stimulating, painful pressure surging from them.  To her horror, she 
could feel small drops of moisture coming from between her thighs and 
slowly trickling down her legs.  A soft tormenting moan escaped from her 
parted lips as she reached down at the wetness between her legs.
     The flesh beneath her soft, downy pubic hair felt white-hot as 
though it were being consumed by a huge, uncontrolled fire and her body 
gave a sudden spasmodic jerk when her finger grazed the bud of her 
clitoris, now a hot coal in the pit of the flames.  The weird 
stimulation jostled her senses as she peered with a feeling of shame and 
yet a strange excitement at the fantastic scene offered by the white 
woman writhing under her black servant's pumping cock with two other 
males looking on with obvious lust.
     Their bodies were wildly entwined in one as a network of black and 
tanned flailing limbs danced to the rhythm of the dual plunging.  
Henrietta gave a lurch and scissored her legs open, while the pounding 
from without and within her began to build her arousal to the point of 
explosion.  Yet---it was not quite there---but just out of reach, 
torturing her sex-starved organ until she thought she would scream.  She 
ground her hips savagely against the man's heaving body, seeking with 
all her being that final completion.
     "Fuck me deeper, fuck me deeper!" she screamed at him in 
desperation.
     He frantically grabbed at her ass cheeks with both hands and drove 
the lunging cock deeper and harder into the raving woman's throbbing 
cunt with swift and brutal in and out strokes.  His hairy balls smacked 
heavily against the puckered anus of her upturned ass as he continued 
his increasing pounding.
     "Ooooohhhh!" she grunted, as she drew nearer her fulfillment, 
completely subjugated by the black man's pumping of her soft, tender 
belly.
     At the same time, Alice noticed the lewd, sadistic grin sketching 
Nicholas's thick lips as he increased his ramming even further with a 
quicker and deeper thrust.  She could feel a rising tide exploding out 
of her own aching loins as she watched Henrietta squirming beneath the 
tormenting attack.  Then a soul scarring groan emerged from deep within 
the black man's throat as his thick hot cum burst free from his 
testicles and overflowed into the gaping mouth of his mistress' cunt.
     Not yet, you fool!" Henrietta screamed, digging her sharp pointed 
nails into his back, breaking the skin and bringing beads of blood to 
the surface.
     In desperation, Henrietta began to buck her body uncontrollably 
against his limp cock, groaning at the maddening frustration that 
engulfed her burning loins.  Her peak of fulfillment had been just a 
hair away and she now strained crazily trying to reach it as his dead 
weight collapsed in exhaustion across her heaving body.
     "Oh God no," she protested as his soft semen-soaked penis slipped 
stickily from her opening.  Tears of frustration and rage came to her 
eyes, but she quickly brushed them away with a flick of her hands, not 
wanting her servants to see her weakness.
     Alice had stood thunder-struck while watching the climax of the 
performance in the other room.
     The other two, their dark-chocolate skins gleaming with nervous 
perspiration, were visibly ready to continue the ludicrous task that 
their colossal companion had begun, for their mammoth cocks stood 
proudly erect, pointing at the ceiling like thick, enormous trees of 
dark wood, branchless and smooth, which were rising rigidly from their 
loins, except for the huge, rounded heads of their purple-brown pricks 
toppling them, and which gave them more the aspect of a huge and 
curiously fat-stemmed mushrooms, growing powerful and healthy amidst a 
compact grove of springy, thorny, burnt grass.  Underneath. the 
pendulous bulge of their heavy testicles looked like giant twin plums, 
ripe and filled with the rich seminal juice of their robust maleness.
     Hastily, the two Negroes pushed Nicholas's shoulder, making his 
massive body roll easily from above Henrietta's sprawled figure.
     "Yes, yes ...!" the woman greeted them anxiously, raising her arms 
urging them not to waste a second in getting busy servicing her lust.
     "Come on!  Come on!  Can't you see that I can't wait any longer?" 
she compelled them.  I've not cummed yet!  I'm desperate!"
     She grabbed the shoulder of one of the Negroes, the one who---at 
that moment---was closer within her reach, and pulled him down, jerkily, 
toward herself, spreading her legs apart and thrusting her hips 
frantically forward to meet his huge, taut meat at once.
     "Hurry, Chago, hurry  ...! I'm dying!  I'll die if I don't get a 
cock shoved, now, into my cunt!" Henrietta mumbled, her voice broken by 
the state of near hysteria through which she was undergoing.
     The Negro smiled lewdly, lifting his thick upper lip and baring a 
row of large, gleamingly white teeth, which looked even more conspicuous 
by the contrast they made against the wide stripe of purple gum which 
his smile had exposed.
     He crawled over her, standing on all fours as he crossed over the 
woman's leg and rotated his body slightly to take the right position 
facing her while he knelt between her widespread thighs.
     All the while her hips rotated involuntarily, as though by this 
movement they could be able to establish a link between the previous and 
unsatisfactory sexual act, and---keeping intact the continuity from one 
sex act to the other---merge it all a long, single and majestically 
gratifying carnality.
     The Negro sensed the woman's desperate yearning and---with a 
sadistic glance in his big, round, black eyes---decided to tease her a 
bit further, knowing that by forcing her to wait a little longer, he 
would make her feel much deeper the agony of her raving need for what he 
and he alone---could give her.
     "Come on, Chago, come on!" Henrietta pleaded, her lips quivering 
savagely from her pent-up anxiety, her words sounding slurred as the 
warm, sticky saliva inundating her mouth foamed in thick, transparent 
bubbles at the corners of her lips, interfering with her words.
     "I can't wait any longer!  I can't!  Chago, please fuck me!  
Please!  Fuck me now!  Now!  Or else I'll die!"
     Still smiling, enjoying tremendously this unwarranted feeling of 
power over the women, Chago took his rook-hard weapon in his fingers 
and---thrusting his body slightly forward, closer to the woman's 
drenched crotch, he made contact with her sex-starved flesh, pressing 
the tip of the glans against the woman's ultra-sensitive and blood-
filled clitoris.
     "Aaaaahhhhh!" Henrietta moaned, opening her mouth widely to utter 
her heart-felt expression of ecstasy.  She closed her eyes and rolled 
her head to the right, causing a spurt of saliva to trickle rapidly 
across her cheek and enter her ear as she rolled her head convulsively 
to the other side.
     The Negro pressed his fingers downwards, forcing the taut, up-
thrusted cock to go down, making its round crest rub against Henrietta's 
oily slit add all along its quivering, slippery folds and even go 
further down, as far as the tightly clenched, brown-skinned orifice of 
the woman's anus.  Then, calmly, he reversed the motion, rubbing the tip 
of his weapon upwards along the woman's crevice.
     "You want my cock, uh?  You want it real bad, don't cha?" he said 
softly, savoring with sadistic pleasure the evidence of the woman's 
anguished need for his throbbing maleness.  "You want me to shove my 
prick way up that cunt o'yours ...  Don't cha?"
     "Yes, yes, yes ... YES!" Henrietta replied wildly.  "Yes, I want 
you to shove that big, black cock of yours way up into my belly!  I need 
it!  I need it!  I need you to fuck me.  Chago!  Please!  Please!  Fuck 
me or else I'll die!" she implored, abjectly.
     "You are desperate, ain't cha?  You'll die if I don't fuck you real 
quick, uh?"
     "Yes, yes, Chago.  I'll die ...!" Henrietta answered gaspingly.
     "You need me!  Ain't you cha?  You need my cock, ain't cha?"
     "Yes, yes, Chago.  I need you!  I heed your cock!  Please!" she 
answered beggingly.
     "You need me ...!  Don't cha ever forget that!" he murmured, as 
though passing sentence aver the tortured woman.  Then, wiping the smile 
from his face, he looked at her with grim, cruel eyes, and added: 
"You,ll feel me ...! Cause I'm gonna shove my prick so hard up your cunt 
that I'm gonna reach your throat!  You haughty white bitch!  You want a 
black man, uh ...?  Well ... you're gonna have one all right ...!  Let's 
see if you're woman enough to take a black man's prick into your pink 
lit'l cuntie when this black man'll shove it real hard into yar belly 
...!"
     Then, leaning against his knees and hands, he plunged his tool 
brutally forth, burying it to the hilt inside Henrietta's vaginal 
passage.
     ~Aaaaagghhhh!" she uttered, twitting her body violently with the 
spasm of her long-awaited fulfillment.
     "However, if what the Negro wanted was to hurt her, he didn't quite 
succeed, for even if Henrietta did feel the enormous strength of his 
stiff, monumental weapon as it savaged stabbed her sex, her vagina was 
so dilated from the wait she had had to suffer that she was hardly hurt 
by the mighty plunge which---in other circumstances---wouldn't have 
failed to make any woman scream with the tearing pain that it would have 
caused her.  Yet, Henrietta welcomed it ...
     All the while, the other Negro who had been so far neglected had 
knelt down beside the intertwined bodes of the fucking couple, massaging 
his own rigid pole to appease his burning need to obtain his own 
fulfillment.
     On his knees, he had crawled near the woman's head, which she now 
rolled frantically from side to side, moaning open-mouthedly with the 
thrilling sensations she was experiencing.  And then, feeling his needs 
to be too urgent and too powerful to be controlled any further, and 
having been emboldened by the woman's submission to his friend's 
actions, he took his inflamed cock into his tremulous fingers and 
pressed it firmly against the woman's lips.
     "Take it!  Take it!" he urged her, anxiously.  Take it in your 
mouth and suck it!  Suck it!"
     "Take my prick in your mouth, I say!  You filthy white bitch!  Suck 
it!  Suck it hard or I'll bust your head you, white trash!"
     Henrietta didn't even hear his words.  She only felt the presence 
of the huge, purple mushroom entering her mouth.  She perceived its 
pungent smell and welcomed as anything related to sex into her lust-
crazed, foggy mind.  She took it eagerly into her mouth and began to 
suck it hungrily.
     For a moment Henrietta thought she was going to be asphyxiated by 
the monstrous pole of dark flesh that was being plunged in and out of 
her mouth, making her retch slightly whenever it touched her throat.
     A second after, flood-gates of Hell seemed to have been jerked 
open, for Henrietta felt that powerful jets of hot, sticky fluid were 
being forced through every opening there was in her body.  She felt she 
was going to choke and gasped desperately for air as spurt after spurt 
of viscous substance, full of jelly-like clots, poured interminably into 
her throat
     But, at that very moment, the gigantic meat of the huge Negro who 
had been pumping like a powerful piston into Henrietta's belly seemed to 
touch a tender spot at the mouth of the woman's cervix, somewhere within 
her burning entrails, for she felt as though her whole body would have 
been suddenly connected with a live wire that began immediately sending 
blissful currents of electrical thrill from deep inside her belly to 
spread mightily all over her abdomen and from there on to the rest of 
her body, running wild through all her live nerves to end at the tips of 
her fingers and then to go back, with a backwash so strong as a tidal 
wave to the shot where it began, at the mouth at her cervix.
     Henrietta's body was wracked with violent convulsions.  It was 
animated by a life of its own, the overwhelming power of sexual 
fulfillment.
     Then, she heard a guttural groan, and felt a jet of scalding thick 
semen invading her body and flooding her belly in its entirety.
     It seemed as though the viscous fluid of male sperm was entering 
her through Every opening of her being.  She felt penetrated, possessed, 
feminine and enormously wet.
     "Aaaaahhhhggghhht!" she couldn't help a moan which opened her mouth 
and sent he still-spurting semen from the huge prick she was still 
sucking right into her throat.  But at that, Henrietta was reaching the 
peak of her own fulfillment ...
     She had an access of coughing, and the semen-sprouting rod, already 
spent, slipped easily out of her mouth.
     After that, they all remained still, breathing heavily as though 
paralyzed.  Exhausted, spent, drained of all strength there was In their 
bodies ...  Then, Henrietta's voice was heard again ...
     Go away, all of you!" Alice heard Henrietta's command to her 
workers and realized that she should leave the scene, also.
     Now her whale body vibrating with nerve tension off what she had 
lust witnessed, Alice forced herself back from the open door and 
silently groped her way back to her room.  Stumbling to the bed, she 
threw herself on the comfortable surface and tried to put her thoughts 
in order, a quite difficult task rendered even more difficult by her 
worrying over Richard's long absence.
     But maybe Henrietta knew where her husband was ...  Henrietta must 
have known of the two men's not coming back to have indulged in that 
manner ...
     And once again, Alice walked down the silent hallway, trying to 
remember where was the master bedroom, then finding it as she saw the 
shaft of light showing from under the door.  And before she herself had 
realized it, she was knocking lightly on that door, and the grave voice 
of Henrietta was telling her to come in.
     "Well, Alice, dear, come in!" she said, a strange smile playing on 
her lips.
     "I ... I was wondering ..." Alice started ...
     "You are worried about your husband, aren't you?" Henrietta again 
didn't seem surprised.  "Come over here, it tires me to look at you from 
so far.  Sit on the bed, here ... and light yourself a cigarette, it 
will make you feel better ...
     Voodoo ceremonies sometimes last till dawn ... anyway, since they 
usually start at midnight, you shouldn't expect Richard before one or 
two hours ...  So don't worry about him, nothing will happen to him, I 
assure you ...  The whole damn business is quite harmless ... except for 
the nerves of others!"
     There was a sharp edge to her voice which struck Alice and she 
suddenly remembered that Roger too, was not there.  A certain tenderness 
invaded her for this woman wealthy and still beautiful, who had to 
resort to her servants' company while her husband was away at some orgy, 
not caring about the loneliness he left behind ...  Oh, she felt so 
terribly lonely and scared in this land growing ever so foreign and 
alien to her, far from everything she knew and understood.  Unable to 
control them, tears brimmed her lovely blue eyes and flowed down her 
soft cheeks ...  She felt so terribly weak and lost ...
     Then, there was Henrietta's arm about her shaking body and Alice 
felt a shudder pass through her at the woman's touch as she immediately 
became aware of the hand cradling her heaving breast ...
     There now," the grave voice soothed.  "You are going to be all 
right ...  Don't worry about anything ... Just try to relax ..."
     In overwhelming disbelief, Alice stared wide-eyed ht the semi-
darkness at the form of this beautiful woman whose intimate touch was 
both exciting and revolting, the combined effect of the two emotions 
leaving her bereft of any power to resist.
     "I ... I don't understand ..." Alice stammered once more, feeling 
Henrietta's lush body quivering against her own.
     "Ssshhhh ..." the older woman whispered.  Her hand came up and 
touched Alice's cheek.  Alice lay stock still while the fingers ran down 
to her lips add moved gently along them, and then over her chin at the 
smooth neck.  She shivered from the delicate tracing fingertips.  And 
then, Henrietta's lips closed against her own, gently at first, so that 
she could feel the full sharply delineated imprint, and then more 
furiously.  Alice sensed her own lips, rigid in the beginning, relax 
slowly under the pressure.
     Suddenly, in an abrupt motion, Henrietta pulled away from her and 
tucked the hem of her flimsy nightie up on her legs.
     "Is this it?  Is this what you want?"
     Alice caught her breath.  The beautiful thighs were so tempting.  
There were panties, black ones, but they were sheer and gauzy and didn't 
hide much.  She could see the tufts of dark hair and even the stray 
wisps poking outside the crutch of the tiny garment.
     "Well, Alice?"
     A sob rose in Alice's throat.  There was an explosion inside her, 
deep in the pit of her stomach, sapping the very will from her being.  
She hovered momentarily over the alluring thighs.  Then her spine 
crumpled.  Her lips sought.  The panties were in the way.  Inhaling the 
musky scent drove her frantic; she wiggled her face between the 
motionless thighs, striving to pry her tongue between fabric and flesh.  
But the garment was tight enough to withstand the assault.
     She whimpered in frustration.  The crotch of the panties was 
getting wet from her touch.  She could taste the black silky tendrils of 
hair. Then, it was Henrietta herself who inserted her fingers beneath 
the material and yanked.
     Alice groaned at the suddenly revealed sight, at the sight of this 
cunt which she had seen plundered by the black servant only minutes ago.  
Her brain was in a fog, whirling, spinning, a velvet fog of musk and 
perfume and wanton passion.  There was nothing else.  Nothing but the 
dark mound of temptation.
     "Kiss me ... there ..." the grave voice ordered. 
     Her shoulders slumped.  Her face went down.  She depend her mouth 
and shot out her tongue, caressing the sloppy lips.  She tasted the 
black man's pungent cum, smelled the musky odor of Henrietta.
     "Go on ... kiss me ... do it better ... make me cum ..." the woman 
urged as with her hand, she pushed Alice's head forward.
     Suddenly, Alice was trapped against the incredibly soft meat of 
another woman's cunt.  Gingerly, she put her hands on Henrietta's 
thighs, forcing them further apart, opening the woman to her invading 
tongue.  Her tongue caressed and probed and rubbed and after a while, 
Henrietta was flexing her hips against Alice's questing mouth.  Alice 
sighed and rammed her tongue deeper into the hot passage, feeling the 
heated walls stirring.
     It was like a dream.  As if she were doing it to herself.  She 
found Henrietta's tiny stem and with her tongue unfolded it.  Carefully, 
she caught it in her lips and began sucking it.
     Henrietta cried and whimpered and wrapped her legs around Alice's 
head.  But her hands went around the slumped body and found the youthful 
breasts, massaging them with a woman's knowledge, her own abused body 
still smoldering with the lust inspired embers that had teem kindled 
inside her.
     Alice closed her eyes and began to tremble all over at the strange 
forbiddenness of the situation.  She didn't care anymore as she gobbled 
noisily at the sweet cunt in front of her.  Like a snake probing in a 
dark corner, she began flicking her tongue in and out, in and out of 
Henrietta's slippery channel.
     "Aaaaaahhhhh!" Henrietta uttered, in the same slurring manner she 
had previously used when she had been entwined in sexual intercourse 
with her huge servant-lover.
     "That's it, baby! That's it!" she urged Alice with gurgling groans.  
"Shove your tongue ... there ... deep!  Yes, yes ...  Go as deep as you 
can, baby!  That's right ... as deep as you can reach!"
     Henrietta's body was writhing and quivering so violently now and 
she began to rotate her lips round and round in a sensual, urging 
movement, grinding her cunt hard against Alice's face and smearing it 
all over with her pungent-smelling, viscous vaginal excretions.
     "Go deeper, deeper, Alice darling!" she urged gaspingly.  "Go 
deeper with your tongue ...!  I need you to fill me with it!"
     Alice tried shove her tongue deeper inside the womanly vaginal 
canal but it wasn't possible.  She had it as far out as it could go and 
the girl was beginning to feel a searing pain in the vertical membrane 
underneath her tongue which restrained it and connected it with her 
lower palate.  She couldn't possibly stretch it any further into the 
woman's deep vaginal cavity.
     "Now, darling, suck my clitoris!  Take it in your mouth!  Take it 
all!" Henrietta commanded.
     The woman's hips were gyrating so violently now that Alice was 
having trouble in taking in the fat, slippery little flesh bud between 
her lips.  It kept sliding away with the woman's jerking motion.
     Take it!  Take it!  Don't let it go!" Henrietta almost shouted, 
pushing her hips forward to press her hungry, oily cunt-slit against 
Alice's hard-working mouth.
     Finally, Alice was able to take the blood-filled clitty and keep it 
firmly between her lips and---not knowing exactly what to do with it---
began to pull it in and out by tightening her spastic lips over its 
fleshy body and moving her head back and forth against Henrietta's quim.
     "Suck it!  Don't just pull it in and out!" Henrietta commanded, 
gaspingly.
     "Suck it into your mouth, as though it were a man's cock, Alice!  
Haven't you ever sucked a man's cock?  Take it all in!  That's it ...!  
Take it all inside your mouth!  Aaaaagggghhhh!"
     Alice had immediately complied with the woman's urging demands, 
opening her mouth in a tight "O" against Henrietta's quivering slit and 
taking the oily clitoris in, suctioning hard to take its entire, erected 
length into her mouth, working with her tongue as well as with her lips 
and making liquidity sucking sounds as she did so.
     "Aaaaaggghhh!  You're marvelous, darling!  You are the greatest 
cunt-sucker I've ever met!  Yes, yes ...!  You're better than any man 
who's ever sucked my cunt!  You know exactly where to tickle a woman's 
slit, don't you?" Henrietta babbled in maddened ecstasy.
     "Aaaaaaggghh!  Suck it harder!  I want to feel you real strongly 
inside me!  Suck it harder, darling!  Bite it!  Don't be afraid.  Bite 
it just a little!  Hurt me if you want, but let me feel it real good!"
     Alice just couldn't bring herself to bite the woman's clitty really 
hard.  She just bared her teeth and let them press against the woman's 
flesh.
     As she did so, she could feel as though Henrietta had been suddenly 
connected to a live wire, for the woman's body began to vibrate 
furiously, shaking all over and making her head quiver with an 
electrical tremor.
     "Aaaaaggghh!" Henrietta emitted a loud groan, reflecting the fact 
that the blissfully spasming throes of her monumental orgasm were 
beginning to take hold of her over-excited sexual system.
     The woman went wild now with approaching orgasm ...  She had to 
have it now ...  She wouldn't let it escape ...  She bucked and rode 
against Alice's mouth and then cried out without warning, extending her 
legs straight in the air behind Alice, her whole body convulsing in the 
rigid throes of orgasm.
     Sighing, Alice tasted the sweet juices pouring out of the woman's 
throbbing cunt, smelled the sweet, beckoning scent of her body.  She 
cried out and collapsed---exhausted.  As if she, too, had been through 
the rigors of orgasm.
     Alice leaned back against the pillows, quite and immobile, but with 
her eyes wide open.  She had become even more frustrated by this strange 
affair with the woman.  She didn't get any release from the act.  
Instead, she had been left wanting it even more ...
     Henrietta remained a short while lying still on the bed beside 
Alice, recuperating from the nervous exertions of the recent and 
monumental orgasm that Alice had provoked in her.
     "Now it's your turn darling ...!" Henrietta said, softly.
     She didn't wait for the girl to answer and Alice felt the woman's 
strong fingers moving, molding the taut skin of her breasts and her 
nipples hardened instantly to a sensitive tautness.  Her whole breast 
seemed to swell under her expert ministrations.
     Henrietta felt the texture of Alice's creamy skin, the satiny 
smoothness of the girl's dermis.  Alice saw her bending down and her 
hands came away and her mouth was feasting on her proud mounds.
     Henrietta's kisses left wet trails over the hillocks of her teats.  
Her mouth fastened on a nipple and the teeth bit gently around it.
     Alice moaned her pleasure.
     Henrietta's mouth went to her other nipple while her hand was 
playing with her thighs and then cupping the moist flesh of her excited 
vulva.  And then she moaned louder and louder in the throes of her 
deeply felt bliss.
     Alice put up one hand and ran the fingers through Henrietta's hair.
     Henrietta crawled up on the bed, kneeling by her side, and then she 
started to wander down her body, fondling and exploring every inch of 
it.  She came to her belly and her tongue explored her little rounded 
navel.
     All the while, her fingers were still playing with the slippery 
lips of her cunt, brushing the tips up and down, all along the silky 
folds of her slit and titillating her blood-filled clitoris.
     She bent her head and kissed the hollow between Alice's big 
breasts, then squeezed one of her breasts and kissed the nipple, licking 
it thoroughly and tickling the tip of her tongue around the taut 
rosebud.
     Alice pushed her head down.
     She came again to the girl's rounded belly and kissed smooth skin 
surrounding her navel.  She kissed her thighs and they parted and she 
drew up one knee to give her free access to the parts of her which 
needed most, and Henrietta didn't fail to get the message, for her mouth 
traveled up and down until they finally hit her tremulous twat, licking 
the silky lips and folds up and down and sucking the knob of her clitty.
     Suddenly the woman's head shifted and she planted a kiss on the 
entrance of the girl's vagina, pouting her lips to make them enter a bit 
into her sex channel.  Then she waited for her reaction.
     All Alice did was gasp and toss her head from side to side.
     Henrietta was pleased.  She bent her head, settled herself, and now 
she feasted again upon the choice target of Alice's femininity, brushing 
at the slit up and down with the tip of her darting tongue and only 
pausing to suck the clitoris once in a while.
     Alice gasped again and again as Henrietta's tongue tortured her 
body.  The woman's hands cupped her buttocks and as she was mouthing her 
quim using teeth, lips and tongue.
     Alice's fingers fumbled through Henrietta's hair and finally closed 
over the woman's ears and brought her face closer to her own hungry 
twat.
     The girl's limbs closed over the woman's head as her hips moved 
back and forth on the bed while keeping the mouthing of her quim at a 
vigorous rhythm.
     "Aaaaagggghhhh!!! Alice moaned, instinctively.
     She moaned and groaned with every slurping dart of Henrietta's hot, 
wet tongue slobbering inside her heated quim.
     Then, suddenly, the girl felt her whole body become still and then, 
immediately after, she felt it convulsed by a violent spasm.
     Henrietta kept on loving her add Alice responded by moving her 
hips.  The woman's hands captured the girl's solid, nipple-tipped 
breasts and her fingers sank gently into the soft, creamy flesh.
     Alice's fingers raked Henrietta's flesh and she groaned and moaned, 
rolling her head from one side to the other, and her peak was reached 
again ... and again ...



                               Chapter 7

     When Richard returned to the Mansion he was already in complete 
command of all his senses and not even tired, refreshed by the cool air 
of the night in the country as Roger drove silently home from the voodoo 
gathering.  The erects of the will-obliterating concoction were gone 
from his mind.
     When he arrived, it wasn't long since Alice had fallen asleep, 
exhausted from the prolonged anguish over his absence, the continued 
nervous tension which had not abandoned her from the moment they had 
arrived in Haiti and received Roger Antrim's call, and more recently 
from the unexpected physical exertions while she indulged the act of 
lesbian love with the Mansion's hostess.
     For a long while, before she could find peace in her sleep, Alice 
had tossed around in her bed, and paced nervously around the room, alone 
with a gnawing sense of guilt which led her to indulge in self-
deprecatory thoughts.
     Richard Carlston found his wife lying rigidly in bed, with her 
muscles all contracted and covered by a thin film of sticky, viscous 
perspiration.  The moment he sat on the bed, intending to go to sleep 
beside Alice, without disturbing her, she woke up, as if startled.
     "Richard!" she exclaimed.  "Oh, darling, you're back!" she exhaled, 
as if relieved of some terrible danger, and sat on the bed, nervously.
     Darling, what is it?" Richard said soothingly.  "It seems that you 
haven't seen me in a month!  I was only away for the evening, and only a 
few hours ...!"
     Oh, Richard!" she three herself in his arms.  "It seemed you were 
away for an eternity!  I have been so afraid!"
     "Afraid?  Why?" Richard asked, tenderly, almost fatherly in his 
gesture.  "Have you been having nightmares again?"
     "This time it was not a nightmare, Dick.  It was real!" Alice told 
him, bursting into nervous tears.
     And from that moment on, she spoke to her husband, rapidly, 
nervously, almost hysterically, without stopping but to catch her breath 
and continue talking.  She told him all what she had seen of Henrietta 
and the Negro workers, all what she had feared for him, all her 
suspicions about Roger Antrim ... whom she confessed to distrust deeply, 
although she didn't explain why ...
     From his part, Richard couldn't help but believe his wife's 
apprehensive words.  He knew that Alice was not a woman given to 
hysterics, nor to invent stories to obtain something she wanted.  He had 
always known her to be a cool headed girl with a practical intelligence 
who was usually perfectly capable of evaluating a situation by the 
weight of facts and not emotions.  That was something he had always 
appreciated in Alice, since the beginning of their life together.
     It was true that he had already fallen into that state of 
apprehension about the voodoo practices that some educated people in 
Haiti had, who may cling to their logical disbelief of the superstitious 
basis of the faith, but nevertheless feel the uneasiness of a doubt 
hauling every one of their acts in life ...
     He had already accepted to drink whatever concoction they had 
prepared for him, had purchased the many---and some quite expensive---
gifts that the loa had asked from him through the words of the hungan 
whose body they had possessed.  He had even agreed to neglect his 
conjugal life with Alice by not having touched her for two days already 
because he was keeping the period of sexual abstinence required from him 
before the ceremony---of his 'marriage' with the female deity chosen to 
be his spiritual bride ...  And in that ceremony---which he had been 
ready to perform---he was to 'dedicate two days of each week to the 
supernatural wife' which meant not to touch his human one nor to engage 
in any sort of sexual nor romantic contact with her ...  All in exchange 
for the 'protection  and favor of the spirit so cared for'.
     "Richard, let's go away, darling!" Alice pleaded, anxiously, taking 
him away from his deep, weary thoughts.  "Tomorrow morning!  Please, 
Richard ...  Let's leave this place first thing in the morning, or I 
think I'll go crazy!"
     Perhaps that would be the solution.  He needed to put his ideas in 
order, to review his beliefs, to regain his old confident self, which 
had always had full control of his acts and never hoped to gain neither 
fame nor prosperity from anything other than his own efforts.  He longed 
to be again the man he used to be, cheerful and confident in his own 
possibilities, instead of his frightened, superstitious fanatic he had 
become, afraid of the words of a miserable, ignorant laborer who 
believed himself to possess the secret of the universe and the power of 
the primitive gods he summoned and who used his body in order to 
communicate with the living ...
     A religion of darkness!  The living allowing the dead to rule their 
lives ...  And he had gotten involved in all this!
     No, he couldn't let himself sink so deeply in the same quicksand of 
ignorance and superstition that he hoped to eliminate with his studies 
and researches on the subject.
     He had been warned, repeatedly, by the hungan, with his grave, 
eerie voice, that the gods were jealous of their matrimonial partners 
which they had chosen themselves, and a transgression of any of their 
commands was usually followed by a palpable demonstration of the god's 
wrath.
     He was clearly advised that should he engage in carnal contact with 
his wife---or any other suman woman---during the pre-nuptial period of 
abstinence required, or during the days he was supposed to dedicate to 
the loa every week, for the rest of his stay, would surely mean to 
endanger the life of that mortal woman.  And Richard found that ---in 
the bottom of his heart---he was afraid, not for him, but for whatever 
could happen to Alice because of his transgression.
     Maybe---thinking about it in a cold, logical manner---if they both 
left Haiti, the voodoo priests wouldn't have the chance to 'help' a loa 
carry out its revenge by lending them their own human intervention to 
make the prophesied doom come to happen.
     "Yes, darling ..."  He then said, as if by impulse, "Let's leave!  
Let's go away from this place. Let's go to Port-au-Prince and not stop 
there but take the first plane back home!  You're right, Alice!  All 
this is nothing more than depravation.  Our hosts are nothing but 
degenerate people with whom we have nothing in common ..."  He smiled at 
her, trying to wipe away all his weariness and regain his old, 
comfortable self-assurance which he so much needed now ...
     "Oh Dick," she said, putting her arms his waist.  "You really do 
make me happy.  I was so afraid you wouldn't believe me and refuse to 
leave.  You have been so much involved with this voodoo thing and I've 
been so worried about you, darling!
     She went very close next to him in bed, where they were both 
snuggled against one another.
     "I feel so warm, so safe now, Dick ..." she whispered, letting her 
head rest against the crook of his arm.  His hand closed around her 
shoulder and he pulled her closer and kissed her hair, smelling the 
fresh, clean scent of her shampoo and cologne.
     "I do love you, please believe me, darling," he murmured.  "I don't 
want you to think that there's ever anything more important for me than 
you, Alice ..."
     She raised her face to his and he kissed her deeply, tenderly and 
she could feel a rush of warmth permeate her body, and her nerves began 
to tingle as she resumed his kiss.  Her arms reached across to him and 
clung to his sides and her fingers dug into his ribs.
     Richard pulled away for just a minute, and said: Take it easy, 
baby.  Do you know what you're doing to me?"
     Yes," she answered, "the same thing you are doing to me."  Her 
voice had a hidden urgency and he turned and pushed her back onto the 
mattress, covering her face, her throat and neck with sweet, fluttering 
kisses.
     Oh, Dick," she moaned.  "I do need you."  She couldn't bring 
herself to say anything of her fears, of what had happened during those 
endless nights while he was away in his voodoo involvement.  But right 
now her only truth was that she needed him, she needed him to make her 
feel safe and loved again.
     His hands roamed slowly, carefully over her soft breasts, feeling 
the throbbing of her heart and pulse wherever his hands touched.  He 
wanted to feel the soft silkiness of her skin and she didn't try to stop 
him as he fumbled with the buttons of her sweater, easing it from her 
shoulders so that her ripe, voluptuous breasts stood up proud and firm 
beneath her brassiere.
     Alice slid down further on the couch so that his body was covering 
hers and she could feel his weight on her as he kissed her more 
passionately, his tongue darting between her teeth and into her throat.  
She sucked on its cool dampness, and bit it gently, returning his 
passion with her own building need.
     "Mmmmmmhhhhhh," she crooned as his hands reached in back of her and 
unhooked the stay of her brassiere, pulling it up so that he could 
fondle her luscious orbs and tease her full pink nipples into erectness.
     "God, what are you doing to me!" he breathed.  "I want you so 
much!"
     "I want you too, Richard!" she answered
     Tonight they weren't drugged and they were alone and he knew that 
she did want him, she wanted him so much!  They both quickly undressed 
and fell together on the bed, their hands reaching for each other and 
caressing, touching with tenderness as they explored each others bodies 
as though it were for the first time.
     Her breasts were firm and bulbous under his fingers and her heavy 
breathing betrayed her anxious yearning. ~
     "Oh, Alice!" he choked out.  "I love you so much!"
     She turned so that she was fully an her back, her fingernails 
digging into the strong, firm flesh of his back, pulling him over onto 
her.  His lips ran down her neck, nibbled voraciously at her shoulders, 
sucking the hollows of her flesh until they were red and until his lips 
found the hillocks of her warm, mountainous breasts, drawing the nipples 
into his mouth and sucked them harshly until she was whimpering in her 
passion.
     Her hands held his head planted to her breasts and she wriggled her 
hips back and forth as he drew gasps and moans from her slightly parted 
lips.
     He placed one hand on her smooth flat stomach and rubbed it gently, 
easing his fingers downward until they touched the soft downs of her 
pubis and reached to the juncture of her loins.
     "Ooooooooohhhhhh!" she gapped, as his thumb pressed against her 
clitoris and rubbed it deliberately, tantalizingly and created a sensual 
trembling in her legs and in the pit of her stomach.
     "Darling!" she breathed as he continued to awaken every nerve fiber 
in her entire body.
     His hands felt the cushiony flesh of her hips and pressed his 
fingers into the well-padded orbs of her buttocks.  She lay beneath him, 
breathing heavily, but mainly passive, waiting far him to show her the 
way, to lead her to her ultimate release.
     Her thighs were firm and smooth and they quivered under his touch.  
It was difficult for him to contain himself, to keep himself from 
throwing his hips swiftly over hers and locking into her with one 
violent thrust, but he gritted his teeth and concentrated on bringing 
her to the boiling point when she would welcome him inside her.
     Her hips squirmed like a snake as he buried one finger in the warm 
cunt opening between her legs and her thighs closed around his hand, 
holding his fingers inside her where they worked skillfully and gently 
until she divas moaning deep in her throat with desire.
     Alice was quivering all over, her breasts jiggling as she moved and 
her thighs tightening and relaxing with each stroke of his fingering. 
Her fingers dug into the muscles of his back, clinging to him as she 
would to a raft as if she were drowning.
     His head moved down further on her body, kissing the smooth skin of 
her belly and his teeth nipped softly at the folds of skin where her 
thighs met at the delta of her stomach and legs.
     "Mmmmmmmhhhh!" she groaned as his tongue flicked out to touch her 
clitoris and part her vaginal lips.  He sucked voraciously at the warm 
elastic opening bucking under him, his head locked between her knees and 
she thought that she would explode momentarily.
     "Wait!" she pleaded With him, not wanting to reach her ultimate 
satisfaction until he was inside her, filling her, shooting his hot 
sperm into her waiting channel.
     "Wait!" she repeated softly, but urgently.  He lifted his face and 
moved up so that he was lying next to her, holding her, comforting her 
trembling body.  Her hands reached down between his loins and closed 
around his erect, thick, pulsing rod and squeezed it gently.
     "Let me," she murmured, but the rest of her words trailed off into 
an indistinguishable whisper, but she pulled away from him and slid down 
on the bed, her hands still massaging his huge, throbbing cock.
     "Ooooohhhh!" he groaned, his voice choked with passion, as she let 
her lips touch the hairiness of his belly, then close around the 
bulbous, red head of his pulsing prick.  Her fingers ran over its length 
as though she were measuring it, as her mouth sucked harder and harder, 
bringing more and more of his manhood into her mouth and throat.
     "Yes ... yes," he gasped as her tongue traced over his outstanding 
veins and tickled at the base of his immerse, hardened cock.
     Her fingers touched lightly on his genitals and jiggled them 
softly, feeling their weight and heat.  He crushed her breasts in his 
hands as she mouthed him, hungrily, In the warm, wet confines of her 
lips, intensifying his desire until his head was throbbing and his whole 
body was shuddering with his pent-up passion.
     "I've got to have you!" he urged, pulling her shoulders upward, but 
she wouldn't release him, not yet.
     She wanted to feel his hardened rod of flesh in her mouth, memorize 
every inch of it so she would know what she had inside her.  She sucked 
harder and harder until she could feel its length way back In her throat 
and she had to swallow to keep from choking.  He was so huge ... so hard 
that her small ovalled mouth couldn't accommodate his entire throbbing 
staff.
     When she could feel his penis begin to twitch more rapidly she knew 
that he, too, was about to cum and she wanted him inside her.  She 
wanted to feel his marvelous strength in her, flooding her, fucking her, 
making her alive again, feel again, with a tenderness that she thought 
had been buried forever in the weird ceremonials of his voodoo 
involvement.
     "Now, Richard darling!" she urged, pulling at his hips.  "Take me 
now, love me ... fuck me like you always did before!"
     Her knees fell apart as he angled himself and lowered his hips so 
that his hardened cock touched her damp vaginal opening separating the 
soft hair-lined lips and she could feel his hardness as he entered her.
     She raised her knees up and his hands slipped beneath her buttocks 
pulling her up onto him so that he could bury himself in her with his 
first urgent thrust.
     "Aaaaagggghhhh!" she gasped, as she felt the huge, thick organ tear 
at her lining and touch the very depths of her passage.  He was so big 
... so strong ... so demanding!  His genitals were swirling like a 
boiling pot, the heat of his desire barely able to be contained.  Her 
loins were trembling as he forced her knees back against her shoulders 
as he pounded into her, harder and harder, deeper and deeper.
     "That's it!" she cooed.  "Fuck me, darling, fuck me!"
     He was grinding into her with steady, hard strokes, letting the 
head of his shaft rest at her cervix for just a moment before he 
withdrew and entered her again.
     She began to breathe his name over and over again with choked 
little gasps as he steadily brought her to the apex of her passion.  She 
could feel the walls of her vagina begin to contract, hugging against 
his male thickness, clinging to it as she held her hips in the air, 
letting him pull her closer to him as she came.
     "Aaaaaaaggggghhhhh!" she gasped out in her consuming passion.  "I'm 
cumming, darling ... ooohhh, I'm cumming!!!"
     Her entire face was contorted in the throes of her orgasm and 
desire and she wished that he would cum, fill her with his life-giving 
sperm.  As she squirmed on the end of his throbbing prick, she felt it 
swell slightly, then a quick rush of warm, thick liquid shoot deep up 
into her contracting cuntal passage.
     "Here I cum ...!" he choked, no longer able to control himself as 
he felt her vaginal walls pulse around his cock as she came.  "I love 
you ...!"



                               Chapter 8

     From his peering post, in the adjoining room, Roger had again spied 
on the couple's intimacy and heard most of the words they had said to 
one another and so he learned of their intentions of leaving the 
plantation first thing in the morning.
     By now his desire for the girl had grown so intensely in Roger's 
mind that it had become like an irrational obsession.  He had to have 
her at any cost, no matter what.  He was going to get her, and rape her, 
and he wasn't even thinking about the possible consequences of such 
reckless and vicious act.  For Roger not only wanted to possess Alice, 
but he also wanted to hurt her, to punish her for her having rejected 
him ...  That, Roger Antrim could not forgive her ...
     That night, when he left his peeking hole from where he watched 
every movement of his guests, he went straight to the servant's quarters 
and awoke one of the young Negresses who worked as domestic servants at 
the Mansion, one with whom he had been several times carnally involved, 
whenever he couldn't stand the sight of Henrietta.  This was a young 
girl, whose mother knew all about herbs and their effects on people ...
     The following morning, when Alice and Richard came down the wide 
marble stairs and into the dining room, they found the table already set 
for breakfast, but no one sitting at it.
     Alice and Richard began their breakfast, and when they were over 
half-way eating it, Roger made his entrance.
     "Good morning!" he said cheerfully, taking his place at the head of 
the huge table.  "I have had to go to see some silly problem at the 
stables very early this morning.  I hope you'll excuse me for not having 
been here to greet you good morning."
     "Oh, that's perfectly all right, Roger!" Richard forced a congenial 
smile.  Then, giving Alice a quick glance, he remained thoughtful for a 
moment, as though searching for the proper way to tell Roger of their 
decision to leave immediately.  He breathed deeply and then spoke: "Huh 
... Roger ... Alice and I wanted to tell you ..."
     "Yes ... what can I do for you, my dear friends ..." Roger said, 
politely.
     The thing is, Roger, that Alice and I have decided to leave," 
Richard finally said.
     "To leave ...?" Roger looked at them wide eyed, as thought taken by 
surprise.  "Why ...?  I thought you were being treated well here!"
     "Oh, of course we are!" Richard said, a bit too effusively.  
"That's not the point Roger, of course!  We have just decided to leave, 
simply because ...  Look, the truth is that, thanks to your wonderful 
hospitality, I have been able to take so many notes about the voodoo 
that I think I have more than enough material to finish my research work 
on it ..."
     Richard could not finish his sentence.  At that moment Alice who 
had remained silently listening to the two men speak, let her fork fall 
noisily on her plate and held her head in her hand.
     "Alice, what is it?  Is there something wrong?" Richard asked her 
solicitously, feeling that his old, superstitious fear for the 
consequences of his transgression of the voodoo vow in his wife's 
welfare, revived deep within his soul.
     "I-I don't know ..." Alice replied, drowsily.  "Suddenly I have 
gotten ill ...  I don't know ..."  She tried to stand up but fell limply 
to the floor.
     Richard picked the fainted body of his wife In his arms and carried 
her hastily out of the dining roam, followed by Roger.
     "Take her to her room, Richard," Roger said.  "She'll better lie 
down.  Don't worry, I'm sure she'll be all right in a moment."
     Richard placed the girl on a sofa in the one of the chambers 
adjacent to the living room.  He was pale and tremulous.  Roger placed a 
hand on his shoulder, smiling.
     "Don't be silly, Richard!" he said, in a comforting tone.  "You 
needn't worry so much.  I'm sure she'll be all right in no time.  I 
think I'll better call the doctor, anyway ..."
     "I don't think the doctor can do much for her, Roger ..." Richard's 
voice almost broke at the end of the sentence.  "I know what's wrong 
with my wife ..."  Then, as though an idea had lighted up his mind, he 
added: "I'm going to see the sungan.  Maybe there's something he can do 
about her.  I'll do whatever he tells me, no matter what it is, but I 
must do everything to save Alice!"
     When Richard left, Roger looked at his watch and, calmly, took a 
seat near the sofa where Alice still lay unconscious ...  A short while 
after, the girl stirred and he walked over to her side.
     "How are you feeling, Alice ...?" he asked, solicitously.  "Are you 
all right now?"  He took her hand, tenderly.
     "I guess so ..." Alice replied, still slurringly as she regained 
complete consciousness.  "I'm feeling well now ..."
     "Where's Richard?" Alice asked then, looking around.
     "He left, probably to get the doctor ready ..." Roger said.  "If 
you are all right now, I think we'd better get in my car and drive to 
the doctor's office ..."  He helped her to her feet.  "Can you walk all 
right ...?"
     "Y-Yes ..." She followed him obediently to the car.
     They drove for a while, and then Roger left the paved road and took 
a narrow dirt road going through open country.  Meanwhile, Alice 
remained sleepily sitting beside him.
     After a long drive through dirt roads and muddy paths, they arrived 
at a place that seemed to be located deep inside the rural area.  From 
the window, Alice could see a huge frame house, with woods so old that 
they were that brownish grey of the rotten woodwork ...  At the sound of 
their car approaching, Alice saw a huge Negro wearing the coarse white 
trousers of the plantation workers and with bare torso.  He looked at 
the car, and when he noticed Alice seated beside Roger, he smiled 
broadly and rushed inside, as if to advise somebody of their visit.
     "The doctor lives here?" Alice asked, surprised at the aspect of 
the house, which hardly could befit a physician.
     "No, but we may find Richard here ..." Roger replied, getting out 
of the car and coming around to open the door for her.  "I thought you 
may want him to come along, too ..."
     "Oh, sure ..." Alice agreed, but still without fully understating 
what that place was, or what were they doing there, and why was her 
husband there ...?
     When she entered the place, she noticed there was very little 
furniture, only a few chairs and many objects similar to those she had 
seen used in the voodoo ceremonies.
     "Roger, what is this place ...?  Where is Richard?" she asked.
     "Richard is not here, Alice," Roger calmly stated.
     "Then, why did you bring me here ...?"
     "I have a surprise for you, Alice ..."  That's why I brought you 
here ..."
     "I thought you were taking me to the Doctor."
     Doctor?"  Roger smiled.  "Why Doctor?  I know you'd be feeling well 
by now ... I knew the effects wouldn't last much longer ..."
     "Effects ...?" Alice asked confusedly.  "What effects ...?  Effects 
of what ...?  What are you talking about?  You don't make sense!"
     "Never mind the effects of that!" he said, dryly.  "And don't you 
worry, Alice, I will make sense in a little while ..."
     "Roger ... what is this ...?  What do you intend to do with me?" 
Alice asked apprehensively.
     "You'll see ..."  Then, addressing the two Negroes who had come 
near them, but had remained silent, only looking, smiling and laughing 
and giving strange looks to Alice, he said: "Very well, you guys ... 
let's begin our magic ...  Take her inside!"
     "Take her into the 'ceremony room'!" Roger ordered to two of the 
huge Negroes that were there.
     '~W-What is this?" Alice screamed in terror.  "Let me go!"
     The muscular man looked at her then slowly smiled broadly, showing 
a row of perfectly even teeth which shone with pure white gleam against 
the chocolate color of his skin.  Then, calmly, without bothering to 
give her an answer, he turned his head toward the door through which he 
had carried Alice so easily a moment before.
     When be saw the scene, Roger's face beamed with a cruel smile.  
Then he took a bottle he was carrying up to his mouth and swallowed 
plentifully of its contents.
     "Roger, please!" Alice yelled hysterically.  "What's going on here!  
Tell this man to let me go!  What is this?  A joke ...?"
     "Roger brought the bottle down and hissed: "This is no joke, Alice.  
You'll soon find out how serious is all this."  Then, calmly, addressed 
the other Negro who had come into the room when his friend had brought 
Alice in, but didn't come in touch with her as his huge friend had no 
difficulty in carrying the kicking girl inside.
     "Uddo!" Roger said swiftly.  "Get some rope to fife her wrists," he 
commanded the Negro then, walking closer to the padded stage where Alice 
was still lying, pinioned beneath the tremendous weight of her other 
man, added: "Let's show her who's in command here, and how really 
serious we all are about this!"
     "No, no, let me go!" Alice screamed in panic.  "Roger, please, 
don't do this to me!  PLEASE!"
     But all of her pleadings had no effect on Roger who kept drinking 
from his bottle as nothing would be happening in front of him.
     The one whom Roger had called Uddo went to one of the expanded 
walls of the wide, rustic edifice and took a roll of some heavy wrapping 
twine, about the length of clothesline which was hanging from a long 
nail.  He brought it over and with the aid of the other one who had 
carried her and was now stretching out her arms, he tied them quickly 
and securely to the stage posts.
     Alice kicked furiously, flailing her legs in every direction so 
that it was difficult for them to hold her still, but then Roger came 
closer, reached out and grabbed one of her legs roughly and held it 
tight.
     "You'd better calm down or we'll have to cut your clothes off ... 
you rather take them off, you have your choice!"
     When Alice heard him speak about taking off her clothes, her blood 
froze in her veins.
     "Take my clothes off?  What for?  What are you going to do to me, 
Roger?" she gasped, terrified.
     "You'll soon find out, baby ..." Roger spat angrily through his 
clenched teeth.
     He held her legs, grasping her ankles so firmly that Alice thought 
her circulation would stop, while the two huge Negroes fumbled with 
button and zipper on her skirt, slowly easing it over her hips, then 
over one foot, then the other.
     "What should we take next?" Uddo asked lecherously, sadistically.
     "Take her panties off, so we can get her ankles secured.  I don't 
want to have them hiding anything from us."  Then addressed the mightier 
one.  "Jamballa, bring some more rope."
     "Roger, let me go!  You filthy brute!" she yelled, almost choking 
herself with her own words, so dry and convulsed was her throat.  "You 
won't get away with this?"
     "We'll see about that, my sweet Alice," Roger snapped back.  "We'll 
just wait and see about that ...  Now, we have other business to attend 
to ..."  And he laughed, cruelly.
     "What a sweet, soft pussy ..." the one called Uddo murmured, then 
suddenly, he jammed one thick hard finger inside Alice's dry, unwanting 
vaginal channel.  "And tight, too!"
     "Take it easy, Uddo!" Roger laughed.  "We don't want to get her all 
excited yet, do we?"
     Uddo withdrew his finger and yanked at the thin panties, pulling 
them quickly off and throwing them in the pile at the floor with her 
blouse and skirt.
     "Help me turn her, Uddo," Roger said when the huge Negro had 
returned with more rope.  "I want her hips sideways.  I have something 
special in mind for this little lady.  Something that I know you two 
would enjoy seeing!"
     Roger pulled harshly at her calves and ankles while Uddo grabbed 
her hips, turning her on her side so that her hands were tied straight 
above her head, but her hips were turned so that her right ankle was 
being tied to the left post at her left while her left leg was pulled 
behind her and tied to the post at her right.
     "Let me!" Roger demanded.  "There's something that for a long time 
I have been wanting to do!"
     Alice could see that Roger was already unbuttoning his slacks and 
reaching for his rigid, throbbing organ until it sprung free from its 
confinement.
     "I want you to suck it for me!" Roger commanded, mumblingly, as a 
thick, foamy saliva oozed dripingly from the corner of his tremulous 
mouth.
     Alice gritted her teeth---there was no way they could make her take 
that perverted, brutal man's prick into her mouth.  His stubby organ was 
almost the size of a huge banana, and it was richly-veined along the 
shaft and dome-like in the head.
     But Roger knelt beside her on the platform, almost forcing Uddo to 
move further down direct his attention elsewhere, while he aimed his 
long, fat prick at Alice's tightly closed lips.
     "Open up!" Roger commanded her, pantingly, "open your mouth, you 
filthy bitch!"
     Alice rolled her head from side to side, but she kept her teeth 
tightly clenched.  Then Roger grabbed her face in his hands and pushed 
his fingers harshly in between her lips and pulled them cruelly.  When 
she gasped in pain from his horrid stretching, he leaned forward and 
shoved his monumental stub between her teeth.
     "Suck it nice, you little batch!" he shouted.  "Suck it good or 
you'll pay for it!"
     The girl's lips closed around his huge, fat cock and sucked slowly 
on the swollen mammoth head.  She could feel the enormous weight of his 
testicles throbbing against her chin and she thought that she would 
suffocate as he nearly sat on her throat in an effort to keep himself 
inside her.
     Roger's big prick seemed to get even longer from her mouthing as 
she wiggled the tip of her tongue  around its giant head and hoped he 
wouldn't bring it any further into her throat or she was sure to 
suffocate.
     In the meantime, Uddo had busied himself exploring and fingering 
the intimate channel of her vagina.  He prodded gently at first, 
separating her vaginal lips and peering into what lay between them.
     "What a small pussy," he groaned.  "It's so nice, so nice ... then 
he let his finger push roughly into the open gash before his eyes.
     "Mmmmmhhhhh ... aaaagggghhhh!" she gasped as the thickness of his 
fat finger pushed into her and wiggled, maliciously torturing her.  When 
she gasped, the white man's prick slipped from between her lips and he 
grabbed her head again.
     Suck me again, harder ... harder," he threatened her.  "Make me 
cum, you bitch, you little thrash!"
     "Uddo  was nibbling harshly on the soft, supple flesh of her inner 
thighs, working his way toward the juncture of her loins.  His tongue 
slavered over the smooth, pale skin of the white woman.  She shuddered 
involuntarily  as the huge Negro neared his goal.
     Because of the way she was tied, it was be difficult for Uddo to 
position his face at the vee of AIice's loins, but his tongue was 
teasing her, making her react involuntarily to his lewd caress.  Her 
thighs were trembling as he worked his finger furiously inside her and 
his mouth sucked and nibbled in so close to her vaginal opening.
     Meanwhile, Roger was perspiring as he rocked faster and faster into 
Alice's mouth, his enormous prick pulsing with lust as she sucked 
disgustedly on his blood-engorged manhood.
     "I'm going to make it!" Roger shouted raucously.  "I'm going to 
cum!"  His deep grave voice was choked with passion and lewd 
anticipation and he turned to look from Alice down to Uddo while the 
latter kept up his oral ministrations.  It was as though he had never 
had a woman in he life.
     The erratic spurts of his white thick sperm began to spurt down her 
throat.
     She swallowed the bitter tasting offering to keep from choking.
     In a world of his own, Roger was bouncing strongly on the added 
platform, ecstatic over his wanton accomplishment, and his handsome head 
was thrown back with a mighty cry that was exhaled from deep within his 
muscular chest, as Alice managed to swallow the last drop of his 
abundant semen and his still erect, glistening prick slid easily from 
between her lips.
     Roger looked down at his limp organ as it shrank gradually into its 
wrinkled, dormant state, hanging loosely from the center of the thick, 
oily mat of curly brown pubic hair.
     It was a ludicrous sight, and Alice turned her head away and tried 
to dry her mouth on the dust-smelling white cloth that covered the 
ceremonial platform, but her neck could not turn quite that far, so 
Roger Antrim's pungent sperm was left to dry by itself on her lips.
     Meanwhile, Uddo, one of the Negroes, had worked his finger wildly 
inside Alice and in spite of her revulsion, the girl could feel herself 
begin to involuntarily react to his fingering and her vaginal passage 
was becoming damp with her own juices.  His tongue was licking between 
her legs, flicking out teasingly at her tiny clitoris, urging it, 
tantalizingly it into unwilling hardness.
     "Uuuuugggghhhh!" she moaned, as he roughly forced a second finger 
into her, straining her vaginal walls with the pressure.
     "Go on, fuck her!" the huge Jamballo begged him, his eyes glassy 
with carnal lust as he watched.  He was vicariously stimulated not so 
much by what the man was going to the girl, but by the look of hideous 
fear and revulsion on her face!
     He knew that she was suffering, that she didn't want to feel 
anything, but he also knew that although she didn't want to feel 
anything, she would feel something soon.  She would slowly begin to feel 
that burning sensation deep inside her belly and in her vagina that he 
had seen her feel before with her husband, but he had something else in 
mind.
     He would have liked to see the brutal Negro fuck her, bury his 
massive prick into her until she wrapped her legs around him and pulled 
him toward her like a depraved animal, but this was still his fantasy 
...
     "Ooooohhhh!!!" she moaned again and again as he wiggled his fingers 
skillfully inside her, lifting her hips from the bed with his roughness.
     "You want it, Alice, don't you?" Roger gloated, as finally Uddo 
lifted his lips from where they had been buried.  "You little bitch, you 
want it!" Roger spat.
     Alice gritted her teeth so that she wouldn't cry out, so that her 
gasps and moans wouldn't betray her, but her body was burning as though 
she were a hot coal, smoldering and about to burst into flames.  She 
rationalized that it was just a normal reaction, that her mind could not 
control her body, it was beyond that point, Uddo knew all the sensitive 
parts of her body, and without removing his fingers from her moist, 
quivering cunt, he crushed his mouth against her breasts once again.  
The nipples sprung into erection at his touch and he bit and sucked them 
harshly, bringing groans from deep in her throat.
     Her whole body was heaving with anxiety and she tried to free 
herself from her bonds, but the more she struggled, the tighter they 
became until the rope was cutting into her wrists, bruising and burning 
them.
     The man was breathing heavily as he manipulated the girl anyway he 
wanted to, did whatever he pleased with her, she was his puppet and he 
liked that.
     "Fuck her," Jamballo urged.  "Fuck her good!"
     "Do something!" her body cried silently," I can't take much more of 
this!"
     "Please," she whimpered.  "Please!"
     "Please what?" Roger challenged her, but she gritted her teeth 
again and would not answer him.
     "I think that she wants it!" Roger laughed, as the Negro bit at her 
breasts until the skin rose in red welts between his teeth marks.
     "Look at her!" Uddo giggled.  "She's going out of her mind.  Look 
at her squirm!"
     Uddo reached over and ran his fingers lightly between her legs, 
just brushing her tender vaginal lips and feeling the moisture that was 
gathering there.  She tried to angle her legs so that his finger would 
go inside her, but each time she moved forward, he would move his hand 
backwards, just out of reach.
     "Oh, God!" she groaned.  "Ooooohhhhh, God!"
     "Awful, isn't it?" Roger hissed.  "That's what you always did to 
me, Alice ... tease and run, well, now you're being paid back!"
     Roger grabbed the soft flesh of her thighs, forcing her cunt even 
more open, wallowing in the anguish of fearful anticipation she was 
enduring.  His cock jerked slightly as it there about to leap out, out 
on its own into her hot, waiting tunnel.  He moved his body forward, 
lowering himself down on his knees, as he guided his long thin cock 
forward, gently parting the pubic hair with the firm, rubbery head.  He 
could feel the soft warm folds of the edges of her cunt close wetly over 
the pulsing head of his cock.  He held it there for a moment, just 
barely enclosed in her vagina, easing it forward and back, building the 
desire in her body higher and higher.
     Alice was aching, aching for Roger, or anyone else, to shove a 
long, hard cock into her belly.  The muscles of her seething passage 
were throbbing, reaching out as if to grab his penis and suck it roughly 
into the quivering depths of her cunt.
     "Now, Roger, now!" she moaned at last.  "Come on!  Fuck me!"
     As if he would have been waiting for those words, Roger smiled with 
wanton satisfaction.  First pulling his cock back out completely, he 
rammed the frill length of it into her, pushing the soft fleshy walls of 
her vagina aside in rippling waves.
     Alice's whole body jerked and twisted, and she began to moan 
incessant, her face contorted as she bit her lower lip to hold back the 
screams of ecstasy.  Animal desire was taking over her body, and she was 
not offering any resistance, her whole glistening with sweat, gleaming 
like polished ivory under the light.
     "Oooohhh!  God, yes, yes!" she cried out.  That's it!  Ram it 
harder, harder!  Oooohh!"
     Roger grabbed the sides of her hips, maneuvering her body as he 
coursed into her, thrusting first one way then another, the swollen head 
of his cock filling her fleshy tunnel and pounding into the sides of it.  
He could feel the smooth, raw flesh her cunt clasping and unclasping 
like a muscular fist all around his hot, bunting cock.  He was fucking 
her now with every inch of his body, fighting to ram the last bit of his 
cock up into her, every thrust bringing a new ecstatic moan to her lips.  
Her nostrils were flared like an animal's, her eyes open wide.
     "Oh!  Ooochhh!  Harder, harder!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Please!  Fuck 
me harder.  Ooohhh!" she begged and moaned.
     She was nearing her orgasm and waved her hips in uncontrolled 
abandon on his inflamed, almost bursting cock.
     "I'm cumming!  I'm cumming!" she screamed with a gasp of intense 
passion.
     Roger lowered her slightly, so that her weight was no longer on his 
arms, still plowing unmercifully into her cunt.  Her body arched and she 
quivered and jerked around him in a pulsating rhythm, spewing her 
organic fluid around his still hard driving phallus.  Her juices flowed 
down her body, soaking anew her pubic hair and streaming onto her thighs 
as his balls slapped hard against her.
     He could feel the pressure within his balls building, and he 
grabbed the soft flesh of her buttocks, squeezing them cruelly, feeling 
her cringe with the added pain.  He increased the viciousness of his 
strokes, pounding faster and harder into the deep, hidden recesses of 
her belly, his pelvis smashing into hers with every stroke.
     "Oh God!  Oh, oh, ohhhh!" she gasped, grinding her cunt back 
against him to meet his driving charge.
     He could feel his own orgasm about to erupt, bursting to escape his 
loins as he used up every ounce of energy in his aching body, pounding 
out the last strokes, driving deeper and deeper into the searing 
cauldron of her cunt.
     Then, with a loud grunt, he exploded like a bomb inside her, 
filling her belly with his hot, flowing sperm, shooting it up into her 
and more of the hot, sticky liquid into her, until his balls were 
drained dry of the thick viscous semen.  And finally, the last drop 
oozed from the tip of his slackening penis, he rolled off her and onto 
the platform, a lewd satisfied grin on his face leaving Alice completely 
spent from the fury of his fucking ...
     Then Roger turned and motioned to the Negro called Jamballo to come 
over.  A wide grin almost split the black man's face in half as he moved 
into Alice's field of vision, his massive chest and arms naked and 
forbidding, and a loin cloth wrapped negligently just above the hard, 
sinewy muscles of his legs.  His monstrous genitals were clearly 
outlined through the thin material, looking almost inhuman and animal-
like.
     "Oooohhh!" Alice gasped as she looked at Jamballo's hulking form 
hovering over her.
     "Quite a build, eh!" Roger whispered in Alice's ear.  "How'd you 
like to have some of that, my dear, until I'm ready again for you?"
     Alice's face contorted in a mask of fear and desire.  She had just 
been thinking that it would be impossible for any woman to take a man 
that size without being ripped in half.  She had never imagined that men 
could be built like that.  He looked more like a horse than a human!
     With a sudden movement, Uddo pulled away the loin cloth from his 
companion's waist, and Jamballo's mammoth penis jutted out, swinging 
into Alice's view, jerking up at his belly like a menacing monster of 
hardened, glistening ebony.
     Jamballo knelt down beside her and ran his hands over the bare 
hillocks of her breasts, feeling the hardness of the large nipples, then 
squeezed them viciously until she cried out from the pain.
     "Aaaaaggghhh," she groaned.  "Don't ... please!"
     She knew that she was powerless to stop anything that he wanted to 
do to her and in a strange masochistic way, she could feel her loins 
begin to tense and a shiver of anticipation run through her body.  She 
knew that he would kill her if he entered her, yet she had never seen a 
man so huge and she wondered what it would feel like!
     "Oooohhh!" she moaned as he prodded one thick finger between her 
vaginal lips and ran it over the tender, moist slit, urging it farther 
and farther with each teasing stroke.  He was sweating and grunting and 
she could feel the heat of his enormous testicles as they hung loosely 
just above her legs.  His solid prick was jerking up and down with each 
movement he made, his buttocks twitching it upwards and the weight of 
his organ forcing it down again.
     Alice stared at his bobbing phallus and groaned.  It was the size 
of a child's arm, thick and nearly ten inches long.  Suddenly, she 
longed to feel it ravaging her tender cunt, and a shiver of 
uncontrollable desire wracked her body.
     "Do it ...  Do it," she whispered, writhing madly under his obscene 
fondling of her body.
     Finally, Jamballo moved up on her again, looking with lust glazed 
eyes between her wide-spread wet thighs at her red, throbbing gash.  His 
huge penis swung just over her loins, threatening her, teasing her, for 
now she was ready, she wanted him.  He grinned down at her and said, 
"Take it ... take it," and he moved her hand to his phallus and 
testicles.  She could barely close her hand around Its thickness and 
once again a shudder of fear wracked her body.  The weight of his 
testicles seemed to be five pounds, five pounds of hot, scalding semen 
waiting to be emptied into her open belly!
     She stared at him, horror in her eyes, but he just looked down at 
her and grinned, knowing that his implement would be quite an experience 
for this white woman!
     He angled himself to enter her, reaching beneath her and pulling 
her buttocks up from the platform as though she were a feather.  Alice 
could feel the wet, hot knob of his prick as he pulled apart the lips of 
her vagina and pushed at the tight, moist passage.  The head of his 
throbbing phallus was not in her yet and she could feel the pressure, 
the tautness as he merely prodded at her.
     "God ...  Nooo!" she moaned.  "You'll kill me ... Don't!"
     "Shove it in her, Jamballo," Roger called out, his breathing loud 
and heavy.  "Shove it in good!  Fuck that bitch!"
     Alice felt faint, the pressure between her legs was increasing and 
the black man grunted over her, pushing and pulling her toward him with 
vicious, painful jerks.  He was panting like a dog, frustrated at the 
resistance he meeting, and then with a hip-thrusting stab, he plowed 
into her, tearing the flesh of her vagina in a brutal searing lunge Into 
her depths.
     "Aaaaaegggghhh, God help me!" she screamed, thinking for a moment 
that she would faint under the brutal assault.
     But Jamballo held her fast against him as he sawed in and out of 
her, tearing her each time he plunged into her.  The whole area of her 
genitals was wet and hot, ablaze with primitive lust, like a molten 
metal.  He wanted to pierce the very core of her being, make her his 
slave, humiliate her white flesh, ruin her!
     His fingers found her anus and he thrust in a finger into the 
smooth rubbery channel so hard that it was nearly buried between her 
buttocks, and she cried out again.  She couldn't stand the pain of this 
dual impalement, she just couldn't!
     "Please, let go of me" she groaned. "Aaaggghhh!  Ooohhh!  You're 
killing me!  Please, have mercy!  Ooooohhhhh!"
     His finger pushed up each time he trust down into her and she could 
almost feel his finger and huge penis meet somewhere deep in the 
quivering depths of her belly.  Her head rolled from side to side, her 
eyes bulging and her mouth half-open in a constant gasp for breath.  She 
wished that he would finish and shoot his sperm into her so that his 
penis would become slack, but like an animal, he seemed locked to her, 
glued with no hope of reprieve.  His weapon was ruthlessly stabbing at 
her, ripping her, jutting into her like a bayonet about to kill.
     She's never had it this deep, Jamballo gloated to himself, as he 
looked down at the white girl, pinned back in this lewd position.  He 
could see the tight lips of her cunt strained to contain his thick cock, 
the outer pink flanges gripped tightly around the dark base of the thick 
rod of flesh.  He could see his wiry pubic hair tangled tightly with the 
light hair between her open thighs, his huge cock buried in her pink, 
smooth fleshed slit right up to the hilt.
     She was impaled helplessly beneath him, and he was savoring every 
moment of it, slamming into her white little belly with brutal force.  
Alice flexed her crotch muscles tightly together, vainly attempting to 
ward off his huge cudgel, but this only seemed to excite him more, and 
he plowed his way deeper and deeper into her passage, tearing fiercely 
at her insides.  The muscles of her cunt were stretched to their 
fullest, surrounding the huge cock like an elastic glove, gripping it 
tightly, firmly squeezing every inch of it.
     "Oooahhhh!  God, nooo!" she moaned helplessly,
     It was smashing around inside her!  Its hard rubbery tip banging 
against her cervix with every thrust, his balls flailing whip-like in 
the crevice of her ass.  Her nostrils flared and she could smell the 
pungent, acrid odor of his sweating body mingled with the smells of her 
own orgasmic juices and those of her attacker.  Her cunt contracted 
involuntarily as the wanton thoughts raced through her mind.
     Jamballo ceased his wild thrusts momentarily, still buried to the 
hilt in her aching belly. He flexed his cock inside her, swelling it 
ever larger, expanding the narrow passage to the breaking point.  He did 
not move, but continued to flex the huge member, each painful throb 
bringing a low groan of pleasure from her lips. moan of pleasure from 
her lips.
     "Ooohhh, oooohhh!"
     Her hungry cunt was quick to answer, meeting his throbs with a 
clasping squeeze, opening and closing around the pulsing member.  Her 
naked body was really coming to life, rolling from side to side, 
beginning a slow rhythmic grind against his loins, thrusting up to meet 
him, still impaled on the length of his rod.
     The pain of his savage attack gradually gave way to agonizing waves 
of delight, radiating out from her belly and coursing through her raw 
nerves like jolts of lightning, out across her body, tingling in heir 
breasts and racing up the length of her slender legs, now waving wildly 
in the air above, curling the tips of her toes tightly against the 
bottoms of her feet.  Thin rivulets of sweat poured down the sides of 
the heaving mounds of her breasts.
     The huge member seemed to fill her entire body. It seemed as though 
she was only a part of his body, attached to his loins, sensing the raw 
passion that was raging throughout his nerves, and coursing into her.  
The muscles of her cunt began to act with a mind of their own, nibbling 
at the tip of the thick black cock, sliding moistly down the rounded 
shaft for a few inches, and then crawling tantalizing back up, pulling 
and sucking every inch of him into her vagina.
     He remained still, watching with delight as she continued to pump 
up and down on the black shaft, screwing up against his pelvis, 
straining to drive the huge cudgel into her white belly.  He watched as 
it slid out almost to the tip, bringing with it the folds of flesh that 
formed the opening to her hot passage, pushing these sine folds back 
into her hungry vagina until the full length of his cock was hidden 
again in the depths of her cunt.
     Her back arched up steeply, her whole body eagerly grinding at his 
loins.  He could sense that she was nearing her climax again, the taut 
muscles of her cunt sucking madly, straining to come.  There was a wet 
sucking noise as he slithered in and out, the entire fleshy passage 
lubricated with the milky juices of passion that were beginning to flow 
like water, her whole body bucking against him wildly.
     "Oh!  Ooohh!  Oh God!  Aaagghh!  Aaagghh!"
     With a loud, agonizing moan, she began to tremble and shake 
uncontrollably.  Suddenly, in a torrent of animal passion, wet white cum 
gushed up from the throbbing passage, oozing out onto the folds of flesh 
around her cunt, drowning his impaling member, and trickling down into 
the crevice between the white globes of her buttocks, smearing onto his 
balls that lay pressed there as though they belonged.
     The enormous black man went berserk as he felt her squeezing the 
last of her orgasm, still jerking wildly up at him.  He maneuvered his 
massive body directly over her, withdrawing his finger from her tight 
anus with a plopping sound.  He arched his back high into the air, 
pulling the big cock out almost to the pulsing tip.  He paused there a 
moment, anticipating the plunge that was about to come.  Then, with all 
of his tremendous strength, he dove straight into her belly, his thick 
heavy cock driving down like a pile-driver.  His taut belly smacked 
wetly as he slapped against her crotch, his massive chest flattening her 
soft breasts.  He could feel her struggling under his weight to open her 
legs wider, stretching her buttocks apart, fighting to swallow all of 
his rock-hard shaft in her flaming passage.
     Alice would never have believed that she could have endured such 
powerful, long, hard strokes.  She groaned helplessly as he plowed again 
and again into her tortured pussy.  She was unable to move beneath him, 
his fierce jack-hammer thrusts pounding into her clasping tender 
passage.  She was no longer aware of anything around her.  Every muscle, 
every nerves every organ in her inflamed body was attuned to the driving 
thrusts the huge Negro was delivering into her belly, his black spear 
pistoning rhythmically up and down the fleshy tunnel.
     And then suddenly, the huge member started to jerk wildly, a 
scorching lava flow of sperm shooting like liquid fire into the ravaged 
depths of her cunt.  She could feel it filling her, flowing in never-
ending spurts into her belly.  Over and over again the white flow 
erupted from the end of the huge black shaft, filling the cavern of her 
cunt and over-flowing over the ragged pink lips, down into the wildly 
flexing crevice of her buttocks and onto the platform.
     Her entire body was quivering at the sensation of the scalding flow 
as the walls of her vagina clasped the erupting member, squeezing it to 
milk out every drop.  Her pubic hair was soaked with the sticky liquid--
-Negro's sperm and the lewd lust juices of her own genitals.
     The giant black gave one last dying gasp and sprayed a final jet 
into her throbbing womb, his thick, fleshy cock bucking, and finally 
jerking spasmodically to soft stillness, slipping limply out of her, and 
dangling lifelessly between his legs.
     Alice felt as though her belly was filled so tightly that it would 
burst, bulging with the mixture of Roger's sperm and the white hot 
seminal emissions of Jamballo.
     He collapsed lifelessly across her body, crushing her beneath his 
weight.  They both lay motionless, gasping to recover their breath.  
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the huge Negro struggled to 
his feet.
     "Touch her gently, Uddo, but don't let her cum.  We must save that 
for the last coup."  He reached out and squeezed her breasts, feeling 
the soft, warm flesh ooze between his fingers as he grasped.
     "Aaaaagggghhh ... mmmmhhhhh!" she groaned again, her body tingling 
with desire as he touched her, caressed her.  They could have done 
anything to her at that moment, it wouldn't have mattered, but she 
couldn't take the pressure in her loins much longer.
     Roger looked at his watch and said, "Richard should be here any 
minute.  I made sure that somebody would let him know where we were.  
Now, you remember well what you must do, boys.  Help me grab him when he 
enters and get the chair and the rope ready.  We must have a captive 
audience for our final performance!"
     "No ... no!" Alice sobbed.  "You can't!"
     "I can't?" Roger hissed, harshly.  "You'll soon see if I can or 
can't!"  He looked at his watch again.  "I'd better get outside, so the 
dumbo can see me.  That guy is so dumb that he's probably around and 
can't find the place.  Let's hope that when he'll see me, he'll rush 
over ...!"  He walked toward the door.  "You fellows can go on with the 
show, but remember, don't let her cum until her husband is here."
     With that he left the big "ceremonial" chamber.
     When he stepped outside of the frame house it was pitch black 
already.  Time had gone so fast that he had not realized that it was 
already night.
     His eyes were not yet used to the darkness, so he couldn't see the 
two figures who emerged silently from a grey pick-up truck which had 
just stopped beside the frame house, conceal by some bushes.  He 
couldn't even realize what was happening when the bullet entered his 
right temple, crashing destructively into his brain.
     Scarcely twenty-five feet away from the spot where Roger had 
fallen, Henrietta Antrim stood, still, paralyzed for a moment by the 
shock of what had happened.  A moment after, she threw the heavy rifle 
away from her, as though the dark steel of the weapon would be burning 
her hands and only now she would have noticed.
     Slowly, she turned her head toward the door of the frame house from 
which Roger had emerged a short moment before and saw Richard rushing 
inside.  Immediately, she heard him shouting frantically through his 
rage.  She heard the noises still for a while and saw one of the Negroes 
leaving the house hurriedly.
     Then, she climbed again into the truck and drove away.  Once in her 
bedroom, at the plantation's mansion, she lay down in her huge, heavily 
carved bed and---most automatically---reached out for the little bottle 
of her sleeping pills and the glass of water which were always on her 
rightable beside her bed.
     Then, calmly, almost casually, she swallowed the. red capsules one 
by one, until there were none left in the bottle ...  She felt utterly 
tired, so she turned over on the pillow and closed her eyes ...



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