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Subject: {ASSM} RP The German Countess  (Part One) by John Argus
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Devon consulted the guide book again, but couldn't find anything that
described the giant dilapidated building across the street.
	Oh well, she thought. Just because it's old, doesn't mean it's
important. She looked around her, then frowned in irritation, her brow
furrowing above her thin rimless glasses.
	She turned her head from side to side, sighing in exasperation and
shaking her head. Why she had been partnered with Amber Collins was
beyond her understanding. Well, no, actually she understood it
perfectly. Mr. Simms was hoping she'd keep the little idiot out of
trouble, or at least, keep her from getting lost.
	She walked back along the street, glancing into the store windows she
passed. Amber was about as far from her idea of good company as she
could imagine. The girl cared nothing for culture or history, spending
all her time ogling men and waving her barely covered behind in their
faces.
	Devon spotted her just then, the long brown hair almost covering her
face from this angle, as she leaned over a low fence and talked with a
man seated at an outdoor caf ,. Her bright orange mini-skirt pulled up
as she bent over, giving the passing men and motorists a glimpse of
buttocks only slightly covered by a tiny black thong.
	Devon pursed her lips in disgust and marched across the street to
her. She could hear Amber's high pitched giggle long before she came
near. Amber was trying to talk with the man, who apparently didn't
speak English. She was trying to make up for that by talking louder
and more slowly.
	"Amber!" she snapped.
	Amber turned around, her wide, bright blue eyes blinking uncertainly.
Then a smile came over her face. 	"Devon! I'm so glad you're here. Can
you tell me what he's saying?"
	"Ignore her. She's an imbecile." Devon said to the man, pulling Amber
away by the arm.
	"But Devooooon!"
	"We're supposed to be at the hotel by noon."
	"Oh, poooh!" she whined, her pretty, round face frowning, her lower
lip coming out in a pout.
	Devon led her along, ignoring the appreciative stares of the men they
passed.
	Amber liked to display herself, and she had a lot to display. Her
long legs and the tiny mini attracted the attention of everyone behind
her. Her large, round breasts, only slightly clad in the thin silk
halter, bounced within her light lacy bra.
	Devon thought she could actually see men's eyes bobbing up and down
as they followed their movements. The girl's big nipples pressed
firmly through the fabric and her smooth belly and little button
peaked out from beneath the short shirt.
	Amber was a walking wet dream, and knew it. Devon could hardly
begrudge the girl the body she possessed, nor blame her for the
drooling imbeciles who fawned over her. She did wish the brunette
would display a little less pride of ownership, though.
	The girl was almost a cinch,, a big breasted nympho with few, if any
brains. Devon was just glad she wasn't a blonde, like Devon was. It
was hard enough being taken seriously as a woman, especially a blonde
woman, without having someone like Amber around to confirm men's
idiotic fantasies. Devon might not possess that body, but she wouldn't
trade with Amber if it meant lowering her IQ a hundred points to
Amber's level.
	She herself was dressed with considerably more decency and modesty,
wearing a pair of loose black pants, a white shirt and a green vest.
They made a very odd couple walking down the street. Devon's straight
backed, confident stride, alongside the small brunette's swinging
sashay.
	There was a whistle from off to their left and Amber's eyes lit up as
she peeked over Devon's body to find the source. She giggled, her
breasts bouncing up and down. Devon growled low in her throat and
pulled the girl along.
	"Will you come on!" she snapped, jerking her forward. Amber sighed in
disappointment, her eyes blinking sadly as she looked at Devon. Devon
shook her head again, feeling like she was beating a puppy. Maybe you
are jealous, she thought.
	It wasn't that she was ugly. She was, even in her own cautious
opinion, rather pretty. Her hair, a very light blonde, was shoulder
length and almost straight, parted on the left. She had a slim oval
face, with a small mouth and light green eyes. One of her boyfriends
had described them as intensely sensual. She'd been flattered, even
though she knew it was a line.
	Her body was like her face, slim, but well made and healthy. It was
rounded in all the right places, though not so generously as Amber's.
Her breasts were not large, but neither were they small. In fact,
though only a thirty-four-C, she could look somewhat busty if she
wanted, on account of her thin frame.
	She glanced down at Amber's fat rounded melons and couldn't help
grin. No, she wouldn't trade for that body, no matter how attractive
men found it. How did the girl walk around without falling forward?
Her own breasts were more than adequate.
	Amber looked up at her, her lower lip still stuck out. It was hard to
stay mad at Amber. The girl was not a bad sort really. Far from it.
She was one of life's true innocents. Devon had never heard her say a
bad thing about anyone. When someone yelled at her, she simply pouted,
her eyes downcast. When insulted, if she realized she'd been insulted,
she didn't respond.
	There wasn't much that made her angry, other than people telling
"fibs" or being cruel to animals or children. She really was a nice
person, though not too bright. The fact that she slept with anyone who
asked her was more as a result of her generous spirit than any
obsession with sex.
	"Are you mad at me, Devon?"
	"No, Amber. I'm not mad at you." Devon groaned.
	"You look mad."
	"I'm not, okay?"
	"Okay." The girl instantly brightened up. How she was gong to survive
life was beyond Devon.
	Then Amber inhaled deeply and Devon laughed to herself.
	"What's funny?"
	"Nothing."
	She could put up with Amber for a little while. This was her senior
year. Next year she was off to U.C.L.A., and she was sure there
wouldn't be anyone quite like Amber there. Sluts would be around of
course, but none with her almost childlike innocence.
	They arrived back at the old hotel in time and went up to their room
to change. Devon didn't really need to change, but the hotel was a
high class one and Mr. Simms had advised Amber to wear more discrete
clothes to dinners.
	Once in their room, Amber pulled her shirt up and tossed it on her
bed, then unsnapped her big bra and slid her skirt off. She bent over,
sliding her thong down with her hands, and stood up naked, totally
unconscious of it, or of Devon's presence.
	Amber was someone who had adapted easily to Europe's rather blas 
attitude to nudity at the beaches. She was never embarrassed about
anything, so why should she be embarrassed about her body? She hurried
across the room to the closet, her breasts jiggling up and down as
Devon watched, arms folded.
	"What should I wear?" she asked.
	"Anything that covers you up, Amber, and hurry up."
	Amber sighed, searching through the closet and finally pulling down a
dress that extended almost to her knees. It was the most modest thing
she had. She started to pull it on.
	"Your bra, Amber." Devon sighed.
	"Oh, yeah," the girl giggled. She moved over to the dresser, her
large brown nipples hardening in the cool, air-conditioned air. She
bent over to fetch out a new pair of panties and a bra, giving a
disinterested Devon a sight of her meaty round buttocks and the thin
fringe of brown hair between her legs.
	On their first night together in the room, Amber had suggested
pushing the beds together.
	"Why?" Devon had asked, confused.
	"So we can sleep together, silly." 
	"Huh?"
	"Don't you want to have sex?"
	"NO!"
	"Oh?" Amber seemed surprised. "Oh, well, Okay." She had shrugged in
disappointment and masturbated under the covers every night before
going to sleep.
	Devon had come to realize then where her reputation had come from.
Amber simply liked people, and liked to be liked back. Kissing and
having sex was just a nicer way of expressing those feelings to the
girl, whether with girls or guys. She didn't knowingly flirt, doing it
entirely unconsciously.
	If you told Amber she should be more modest about people seeing her
body, or that she should restrict herself when it came to sex, she
would look back in total confusion and ask why. She saw nothing at all
wrong with sex. To her it was fun, not something to be done secretly
and keep hidden.
	Devon had almost been tempted, the first few nights that she had
heard Amber sighing and moaning with pleasure from the other bed. She
had never had a gay relationship before, and was somewhat curious.
Still, she'd barely waded into the sexual waters with men. She didn't
think she was ready to start experimenting with women, especially not
a blabbermouth like Amber.

	"Look over there."
	Freda looked up from the menu to see Franz staring across the room.
She turned her head and followed his gaze, her eyes narrowing slightly
as two young women entered the dining room. One was of normal build,
with a lovely oval face and blonde hair. The other was a short, buxom
brunette, whose face bore a bright and foolish expression.
	"Americans?"
	"I'd bet on it," she replied.
	"What do you think?"
	"They would do nicely, especially the blonde."
	"I would have thought the brunette."
	"Because of her big chest? Oh, she would be popular, no doubt, but
the blonde, now there is something to be excited over. Look at the way
she walks, look at her eyes."
	The two watched the pair sit at a table with a number of other young
people
	"She is obviously bright, and looks it."
	"Because of the glasses?" Franz sniffed.
	"No. There is intelligence in her face. She looks self confident.
Many of our... clients would enjoy beating that out of her, seeing it
as female arrogance."
	"Her body is good, athletic looking." Franz said.
	"Yes. Yes. I think those two would do very nicely indeed."
	"How do you want to proceed?" 
	"You go for the brunette. I shall take little miss green eyes
myself."
	"There will be trouble if Americans go missing."
	"There is nothing to link us to them," she replied, coolly, her eyes
boring into him.
	He looked away. Freda had the eyes to make a man shake and feel
tremors on his spine. He had been working for her for several years
now, and still did not understand her. He did, however, fear her, and
her cruelties.

	As near adults, they had the evenings pretty much to themselves,
providing they returned to the hotel by eleven. Devon, Amber, and two
other girls found a nightclub and began dancing and partying shortly
after dinner.
	Devon was a little uncomfortable with it all, and was prodded by
Kelly and Susan several times to lighten up. She didn't like that
expression. She sipped carefully on her drink and looked at Amber,
dancing wildly on the dance floor.
	Now she was lightened up plenty. The brunette was having a great
time, dancing with almost everyone in the place. Devon had been more
selective. Amber simply didn't seem to restrict herself at all. She
didn't seem to be able to recognize the obvious wolves like the others
did, but then, since she didn't care who she slept with, Devon
supposed it didn't matter.
	"All alone?"
	Devon looked across the table to find a tall, sleek looking blonde
woman of about thirty, smiling down at her.
	"Uh, no, I'm with friends." She nodded at the half full glasses
around the table.
	"But you have a spare chair. Would you mind if I joined you briefly?
My legs are tired and all the tables are full."
	"Sure." Devon shrugged, fighting to keep her voice steady.
	The woman was easily six feet tall, with a full, yet graceful body.
She had extremely short blonde hair, obviously dyed. Her face was
attractive, almost sculpted in its Germanic lines. Her eyes were
strong and sharp, and made Devon feel nervous and awkward.
	"Thank you so much." The woman's accent was light, her English very
good. "My name is Freda." She offered her hand across the table.
	"Uh, I'm Devon."
	"How do you do?" Her voice was deep, and strong.
	Devon smiled and looked away.
	"You are American, no?"
	"Yes."
	"Ah. I thought as much. I can always tell. A word of warning, my
dear. Many of the men here are not interested in anything more than an
overnight dalliance."
	"Yes, I know."
	"Though, that does not seem to bother your young friend." She looked
over at Amber, cavorting with a tall, dark haired man ten years her
senior. The man's hand was firmly on Amber's behind as they danced.
	"Amber's... well. She's okay." Devon shrugged.
	"Are you enjoying your visit to Germany?"
	"Yes. Very much."
	"Goot. We are very proud of out nation." She lit a cigarette and drew
in a deep breath, then blew a series of smoke rings to the ceiling.
	Freda proved extremely friendly to all of them, making jokes and
listening with interest to everything they said. Amber was the only
one of the four that didn't feel awkward around the sophisticated
woman. Even the men that danced with her had a look of near awe on
their faces.
	Kelly and Sue left around ten, but Amber stayed on. She was talking
with Freda about Germanic history and finding herself extremely
interested in the woman's intelligent opinions and information. She
was reluctant to leave her and go back to the dull hotel.
	As it turned out though, Freda was from out of town, and also staying
at the Reichouse. It was a terrific coincidence. Though, actually, as
she pointed out to Devon, the Reichouse was very close to the
nightclub, so it wasn't all that much of a coincidence.
	The three of them walked back together, Freda and Devon earnestly
discussing the migratory patterns of the early Germanic tribes, while
Amber played with her hair.
	They checked in with Simms, then went up to their room. Freda then
pointed out that she had a suite, and since they were in the hotel,
they didn't have to stay in their room. So they followed Freda to her
luxurious suite, where Devon and she continued their discussion.
	Amber wandered around the place, then found the TV in the bedroom and
disappeared. The two blondes continued talking, the conversation
turning more to modern things, such as school, travel, and boys. Like
the other European girls she'd met, Freda was very frank and open
about sex, causing Devon to blush more than once with her blunt
language.
	Around twelve, Freda excused herself, and went down the hall to the
bathroom. Devon continued sipping on her drink. After several minutes
had passed, she began to wonder what the woman was doing. It was after
midnight and she and Amber had to be up fairly early.
	She waited several more minutes, fidgeting, then got up and wandered
down the hall. She found the bathroom empty, and frowned in confusion.
She knocked lightly on a door, then pushed it open. It was a bedroom,
and it too was empty.
	She moved across the little hall and knocked on another door, then
pushed it open. Her eyes widened in shock as she saw Amber spread out
on the bed, completely naked. The brunette was moaning and trembling
and jerking her hips up into Freda's face as the German woman slurped
away at the brunette's groin.
	Devon was riveted in place, totally stunned by the sight. Freda was
naked as well, her body sleek and strong looking, muscles rippling
along her flank and arms as she knelt between Amber's legs. Her large
breasts hung beneath her, brushing the covers as she worked on the
little brunette.
	She apparently knew what she was doing. Amber was writhing on the
bed, her back arching, her big meaty breasts swollen with excitement
and pushed outward. Her body shuddered and trembled as she came,
moaning and grunting with pleasure.
	Freda slid up Amber's body, kissing her flesh tenderly. She reached
the brunette's boobs and started squeezing and suckling the fat brown
nipples, then moved higher. Her back was to the door and Devon as she
squatted above Amber's face.
	Amber's hands came up and cupped the firm round buttocks above her as
her face pressed upward into the blonde woman's crotch. Soon Freda was
sighing with pleasure and humping her crotch up and down on Amber's
face.
	It was an intensely erotic sight, the two of them silhouetted in the
weak light from the table lamp, their bodies shining with perspiration
as they moved together. Amber's legs were towards the door, spread
wide. Devon could see right into her pink furrowed sex, and see the
wetness glistening there.
	She pulled the door shut and hurried across the room, opening the
door to the hall and then storming down to the elevator and back to
her room. Her mind was in chaos. How could an intelligent,
sophisticated woman like Freda leave a conversation to go to the
bathroom, then wind up naked in bed with that brainless little slut?
	What was wrong with the world?! She flung her vest against the wall,
cursing at Amber as she stripped for bed. She cursed the older woman
as well, and Europeans and Germans in general. None of them had any
class at all, she thought angrily.
	She lay in bed, trying without success to sleep, and refusing to
touch herself despite the arousal between her legs. It was hours later
when an exhausted Amber finally staggered through the door and all but
collapsed on her bed.
	Amber simply didn't understand her hostility the next morning.
	"Why are you mad at me?" she asked, bewildered.
	"Oh, just forget it! You're such a stupid little whore, Amber!"
	"I am not!" the brunette cried, stamping her foot.
	"Is there anyone you won't go to bed with?"
	"Why shouldn't I have sex with Freda?"
	Devon stared at her in frustration.
	"You could have too. She said you were very pretty."
	"I wouldn't want to!"
	"Well, you could have if you wanted to. She likes you."
	"I could care less."
	"I thought you liked her."
	"Well, I don't anymore."
	"I don't understand you, Devon." Amber sighed. "Just because she had
sex with me? You could have had sex with her, or me. I'll sleep with
you now if you want."
	"You're disgusting!"
	"Oh forget it!"
	"Anyway, it turns out that Freda lives in a castle."
	"Sure."
	"She does. She lives in a castle in Rolburghe, where we're going
next."
	"Wonderful."
	"She invited you and me to stay there."
	"Forget it. You go."
	"Ahhh. Don't be like that." Amber pouted.
	"Will you leave me alone. You can fuck whoever you want, but I have
higher standards!"
	They arrived in Rolburghe mid-morning and fanned out to see the
historic sites. For the first time, Amber wanted to see something, an
old caf , that dated back to the twelfth century. She claimed to have
heard of it from someone.
	Devon, over her anger, allowed herself to be led for once. They sat
down at a low table in the cafe, which was snug and colourful. The
waitress brought them soft drinks and Amber looked around expectantly.
	"Well, hello. I'm glad you both got here."
	Devon looked up to see Freda smiling at them. She sat down at their
table and brushed cheeks with Amber before smiling at Devon and
holding out her hand.
	Devon took it and shook unhappily. 
	"You must allow me to show you around my little town."
	"Sure," Amber squeaked.
	"Uh, well..."
	"Oh, come now, Devon. Who knows it better than a native? I'll bring
you up to my castle. There are antiques there dating to the tenth
century, when it was the seat of government."
	"Really?" Devon found herself interested.
	"Oh yes." She leaned forward to whisper. "And no guards to keep you
from touching them." She smiled conspiratorially.
	"Neat!" Amber said.
	"Well, I suppose it would be pretty... neat." Devon smiled. Who was
she to judge the sexual mores of a sophisticated woman like Freda?
After all, the woman hadn't come onto her, and even if she had, well,
she tolerated it in Amber. Freda was not at all like Amber though, she
reminded herself. The woman was almost predatory, with the feline eyes
of a hunting cat.
	They got the grand tour, sipping cokes as they wandered through the
stone walled rooms and corridors. Freda acted as tour guide, pointing
out the things of greater interest, including a sword that had been
used to cut off one of the former residents' head.
	Devon found her skin tingling strangely as they walked along. Her
stomach fluttered and she almost banged into walls several times. She
felt hot, despite the coolness in the castle, and opened her shirt a
button, fanning herself.
	She was finding it difficult to concentrate on what Freda was saying,
finding herself getting distracted by all manner of things, from
cobwebs to the heels of Freda's shoes.
	"Why don't you two stay with me while you're in town?" Freda asked.
	"Oh, could we?" Amber clapped her hands in excitement.
	"Certainly. It would be my pleasure."
	"I don't know if Mr. Simms will let us though."
	"I will talk to Mr. Simms. He will agree. After all, it will save him
the hotel fare."
	"That's true."
	Devon didn't respond, being completely fascinated with a bug crawling
across the window. She and Amber were given large adjoining rooms,
both of which had immense four poster beds. She was glad to fall into
hers shortly after dusk, being exhausted.
	Amber slept in her flannel pyjamas, as usual. They had been a present
from her mother, who had no idea that her daughter was sexually
active, let alone how active. Amber wore them unless it was too hot,
partly out of guilt for not telling her parents about herself, and
partly because she could press the fabric against her pussy and bring
herself off better.
	She was feeling a little muddled for some reason, but was not
surprised when Freda opened her door and walked in shortly after she'd
gone to bed. Freda was wearing a long, sheer nightie as she walked up
to the bed.
	"Would you like some company, dear?"
	"Oh sure," Amber smiled, opening the sheets to let the older woman
into bed. She missed the glint in the woman's eyes as the blonde
pulled her nightie up and off, then slowly, cat-like, got into bed
beside her.
	She settled in, laying down next to Amber on her side. She quickly
rolled over so she was half atop the smaller woman and kissed her
lightly on the lips. The brunette responded happily. Freda's large
hand cupped the brunette's right breast and squeezed.
	It was tighter than Amber liked, but she didn't complain. It only
hurt a little, and Freda seemed to like doing it. Their mouths slid
together, their tongues writhing within each other's mouths. Freda was
very firm, pressing down harshly, demandingly.
	Her hands squeezed and twisted Amber's big soft breasts, hurting the
teenager's tender flesh. She rubbed her body down on Amber, moving
hungrily. Her right hand slipped between Amber's legs and squeezed up
on her pussy, drawing a gasp of pain from the smaller girl.
	Amber felt overwhelmed by the force of Freda's desire. The big
woman's hands moved back and forth across her body, squeezing and
fondling her without any regard for Amber's comfort. Two fingers
thrust up into Amber's sex and pumped in and out quickly, before she
was even wet.
	Amber grunted with pain again. She knew she should complain, but
didn't for some reason, tolerating the roughness as the older woman's
breasts crushed down into her face. She slid her tongue out and began
to suckle on the big nipple that Freda placed against her lips.
	Freda gripped her hair, pulling her head up, forcing her face
brutally hard against her titty. Amber was almost smothered in the
firm flesh as Freda pushed her ruthlessly into her breast. Then she
pulled back, allowing Amber to breath.
	She slid down between Amber's legs, her hands folding around the
girl's legs and jerking them far apart, then her face was there at the
brunette's pussy, her tongue diving into Amber's slit. Amber sighed in
happiness as she felt the wet tongue on her sensitive clitoris.
	Her body began to warm and tighten with arousal as Freda pumped her
fingers into her pussy and tongued her clit. Her heat built higher and
higher, until she suddenly yelped in pain as Freda bit down on her
clit, her teeth cruel and savage.
	Instantly, she tongued the throbbing clitoris with a warm, gentle,
moist tongue, easing the pain and bringing a powerful burning need to
Amber's loins. Suddenly she bit down again, making Amber cry out in
pain. Again her tongue caressed softly, driving Amber upwards into an
orgasmic wave
	Her right hand was at Amber's pussy, sliding three fingers in and
out. Her left squeezed Amber's right breast, the finger digging deep
furrows in the thick, malleable flesh. She found the erect nipple and
pinched it, making Amber whine in confusion and heat.
	She twisted the nipple far around, then reached up with her other
hand and seized the girl's left nipple, pinching and twisting it. Her
face was buried in Amber's crotch, her tongue rasping energetically
across her clitty.
	Amber was caught in a whirling vortex of pleasure and pain, her dazed
mind unable to protest or separate the two as the hammer blows of
electric sensations struck her one after the other, and sometimes at
the same time. Freda's hands squeezed tightly around her big fleshy
breasts, the fingers like iron bands as they compressed the sensitive
mamaries.
	She stabbed her tongue deep into Amber's sex, making the girl buck
upwards against her as the feelings intensified. Amber's head was
thrashing from side to side, her eyes closed tightly, her mouth
gaping. She arched her back, despite the added pain against her
distended breasts.
	Freda climbed up her body and lay next to her, She seized Amber's
thick hair and twisted her head up and to the side, then her mouth
locked tightly around Amber's full lips and her tongue pushed deep
into her oral cavity. She sucked and blew into the girl's mouth as her
fingers pumped furiously in the hot, wet cunt slit.
	Her thumb worked roughly over Amber's clitty as she finger fucked the
girl, and Amber bucked upward helplessly, impaling herself on the
long, thin fingers. Her orgasm blossomed and ripped through her,
sending her into spastic convulsions.
	Freda bit down on her tongue and ground her thumb, nail into the
girl's clit. Amber would have screamed if her mouth hadn't been
covered. Her orgasm blasted higher, riding a wave of churning
sensations of pain and pleasure. She thrashed wildly, legs flopping
mindlessly on the bed as the orgasm howled on and on.
	Finally it calmed, when she was on the verge of unconsciousness. She
relaxed, her body sprawled weakly on the bed. Freda cuddled her
sweating face against her firm breasts and cooed low, holding Amber's
head against her like a baby.


	Devon ate slowly, munching on the cereal while her eyes focused and
unfocused. There was not a great deal of the drug in her system. Freda
wanted her to be aware, if not necessarily alert, conscious, but
tractable The cereal was almost entirely sugar and had almost no
redeeming qualities. Certainly, it had no protein.
	To go with the cereal, there was kool-aid, not milk. Milk was too
nourishing. Amber was animated and happy, making up for Devon's
comparative silence. She had less of the drug then Devon, needing less
to bring a slight haze to her brain.
	Freda led them through the castle to the pool. It was indoors, in a
cavernous stone room with dim lights. Freda stripped naked, and Amber
quickly followed. "Get undressed, Devon. We're going swimming." Freda
called gaily.
	Devon looked around in confusion, then started to unbutton her shirt.
She stripped to her panties before stopping.
	"I don't have any swim suit." 
	"Oh, my little sweetling!" Freda laughed. "Don't be so provincial!" 
	Devon blushed, feeling even more awkward around the sleek woman than
before. She shyly turned around and pulled her bra off, then slid her
panties down her thighs and legs and turned around, her hands cupping
her crotch.
	Freda and Amber were paying no attention to her, busy tossing a
beachball back and forth. She felt foolish again, and took her hands
away, then shook her head to clear a slight buzz and stepped into the
water.
	"Take your glasses off dear," Freda called.
	Devon blushed again, and turned around, pulling off her glasses and
setting them on a towel. She stepped into the water again, sliding
down a low ramp until she was up to her chest.
	Freda tossed her the ball. She caught it and tossed it back, feeling
slightly better. They played catch for a bit. Then a man came into the
pool. Devon didn't even notice him at first. Didn't notice until he
was in the water and he took the thrown ball from Freda and tossed it
to Devon.
	She stared at him in confusion, then only just resisted the
temptation to hide behind the ball. She tossed it back and sank lower
in the water as the man caught it.
	"Girls, this is Franz." Freda said, matter-of-factly. 
	"This is Amber and Devon." She pointed to each of them.
	"Delighted to make your acquaintance." he said, tossing the ball back
to Devon. She had no choice but to reach up and catch it, displaying
her nude chest to him.
	She tossed it back and sank down again, feeling both embarrassed and
stupid. Amber didn't seem bothered at all. Of course, she had gone
nude on the nude beach last week, the only one of the Americans to do
so.
	Devon gradually got over her embarrassment, until Franz climbed out
of the water. She blushed furiously as she saw his groin, and the
large limp penis hanging there. Amber climbed out with him, the two of
them laughing together.
	Freda swam over next to Devon and put a friendly arm around her
shoulder.
	"Had enough swimming?"
	"Uh, yeah."
	"Let's rest then," Freda sighed, climbing out of the water. She
stopped and turned, holding out a hand to help Devon. Blushing again,
Devon took her hand and allowed the older woman to pull her up onto
the floor.
	They sat down on cushions, side by side. Freda dried her own very
short hair, then ran the towel through Devon's, chatting all the while
about inconsequential things. Devon sipped from her coke and watched
Amber and Franz, who were sitting very close together.
	Franz tilted Amber's face up and then kissed her as the brunette
giggled. His arm was around Amber's back, his hand coming up under her
arm and cupping her breast firmly. His finger squeezed together on the
breast as his mouth shifted from her cheek to her lips.
	His other hand slid between her legs and began rubbing up and down.
Devon felt her skin flush with embarrassment as the man rubbed at her
and Amber cooed in pleasure. They both lay back on the pool deck,
Amber's legs spreading wider.
	Devon couldn't look away. She felt both repelled and enthralled. She
watched Franz's fingers push into Amber's vagina, sliding deep into
the brunette's slit until only the knuckles of his hand were outside.
	He pumped his fingers in and out as their lips moved roughly
together. He rolled across her, coming down on the small girl's body,
pressing her into the floor as they kissed. Her legs were wide open
and he rubbed against her.
	Then he pulled her legs up onto his shoulders and pushed them back,
spreading Amber open. Devon's eyes watched raptly as the man's hard
erection lifted and pointed at Amber's slit. She could see the groin
very clearly from only a few feet away, and watched as Franz centered
his cock against the brown fringed slit.
	Then it was pressing into Amber's body. Franz let the tip lay inside,
and straightened his body over her. He grabbed her legs and pushed
them back even higher, lifting himself into the air so he was
supported by his toes and hands, only the thick little tube of meat
joining him and her.
	Then he sank down, his cock sliding smoothly and firmly into Amber's
body as the brunette groaned and sighed in pleasure. Devon's mouth was
dry as she watched. Her own breathing was coming faster and faster as
Franz began to rise and lower his buttocks, sliding his erection in
and out of the brunette's hole.
	She could see the gleaming wetness of Amber's pussy cream on Franz's
cockshaft. She could not take her eyes off it. Franz began thrusting
into Amber with long, firm strokes, his cock working in and out like a
piston in a shaft.
	Amber was moaning and mewling happily, her bottom humping up at the
man as she worked herself on his cock. Devon looked down to see
Freda's smooth white hand cupping her own breast. She looked at it in
confusion, then raised her eyes to look at Freda, who looked back
evenly.
	"Why don't we leave, dear. I'm sure they would prefer privacy." She
squeezed Devon's breast firmly, then pulled her hand away and pulled
Devon to her feet. She led the blonde girl out of the pool, still
naked, and down the stone hallway.
	They went up a curving staircase and down another hallway, until
turning into a bedroom, Freda's. Freda led her over to the big four
poster bed and pulled her down on it. Devon felt she should protest,
but she was filled with the sense of fate and acceptance.
	She let Freda settle her on her back in the midst of the big bed,
then watched as the big woman threw a leg around her body and sat down
straddling her chest. She felt the woman's warm buttocks press into
her belly, and felt her pubic hair, light and ticklish on her skin.
	Freda looked down at her, her mouth curved in a satisfied smile, her
eyes bright slits. Then slowly she bent forward, her hands going to
Devon's breasts and rubbing back and forth across them. Her face
obscured all else, then her lips touched Devon's, sending a charge
into the teenager's body.

	Mark Hunter was worried. He paced back and forth across his living
room, his brows furrowed as terrible ideas rode across his mind one
after another. Devon had been missing since yesterday, and it was
totally unlike his responsible daughter to just wander off like that
and not let anyone know where she was going.
	He was getting more afraid with every passing hour that didn't bring
word from her. She just wouldn't go off like that. She wouldn't! The
police in Germany were looking for her, but how hard? A missing
teenager, even two, probably didn't mean very much to them.
	He picked up the slip of paper for the fiftieth time that day and
looked at it. It was the same as always, blank, save for a phone
number. A friend had given him the number earlier. He picked up the
phone at last and dialed the number.

	Devon gripped the headboard with white finger, hanging on as though a
hurricane was blowing against her. Her eyes were closed, and her teeth
clenched as the German woman knelt between her widely splayed legs and
played with her sex.

	Freda kept shifting her gaze from the girl's pretty little pussy slit
to her sweet young face.
	She watched the reaction on the teenager's face as she ground her
thumb into the swollen little clitty, then smiled in amusement. She
dug her thumb in more, sliding her fingers in and out of the tightly
sucking pit, and watched Devon's back arch upward as a gasp of shock
came from her parted lips.
	Devon's chest was rising and falling like a bellows as Freda worked
over her. Freda's fingers were dancing little snakes, slithering and
sliding and rubbing and caressing. Her mouth and lips were sometimes
light as feathers, sometimes hard and hot like a burning poker.
	She pushed her face in closer to the girl's crotch and slid her lips
around the little pink clitty, then hummed deeply, setting the little
nub vibrating. Devon's ass rose from the bed, her cunt pushing up at
Freda's face as a sob of confusion echoed through the cavernous stone
room.
	Freda munched on the clitty, her lips rubbing quickly from side to
side as her tongue whirled around on the center. She sucked, then
blew, then sucked. Finally, she sucked the little clitty into her
mouth and closed her teeth around it, biting down as she pushed three
fingers deep into the tight little fuck tunnel.
	Devon gasped, then grunted repeatedly, her hips bucking up and down
as her entire body shuddered in response. A great roaring sound blew
through her head, deafening her as the orgasms rippled up and down her
body like a sloshing wave inside a bottle. It set her limbs vibrating,
her belly fluttering and her head thrashing from side to side.
	Freda stuffed her tongue into the girl's pink slit, scooping out wads
 of cunt cream and swallowing it with a happy gulp. She sucked hard,
pulling Devon's cunt lips apart with her fingers and pushing her face
into the open cunt, her mouth sucking and slurping.
	Devon whined and whimpered as her body shook through the orgasm. Her
body was battered by explosive releases of orgasmic energy that tore
through her thin frame with irresistible force. Her fingers went slack
on the headboard, yet her hands did not move as the leather restraints
gripping her wrist held her in place. Her back arched again, and she
cried out at the tightness and heat of her breasts.
	Freda continued her sucking. Devon's convulsions weakened, gradually
tapering off until she was still but for the rise and fall of her
chest. Freda sat up, then moved slightly, sitting with her legs curled
under her, right next to Devon's right hip.
	Devon's right leg was stretched out over Freda's knees as the older
woman sat and slowly rubbed her big hand up and down over the hot
sweaty flesh of Devon's sex. Her left hand caressed Devon's breasts,
first one, then the other, rasping across swollen, spit-wet nipples.
	She rubbed back and forth for long minutes, and was rewarded to see
the girl's frame begin to twitch and then tremble again. She rubbed
harder over the girl's clitoris, and began to push the tips of her
fingers in and out of the tight, wet little slit.
	She pushed her fingers deeper, feeling the blonde's pussy muscles
tighten up and her juices flow more freely. She bent forward and
sucked Devon's right nipple into her mouth, chewing on it and rolling
it around with her tongue. Devon's breathing grew harder and her body
began to writhe as a tall, raging orgasm rushed towards her.
	Then Freda stopped, letting the intensity of the feelings subside.
She slid upwards over the girl and looked down, smiling, then calmly
slapped the girl's face - hard, throwing it to one side. The blonde
cried out in dazed confusion, then again as her backhand snapped her
head in the other direction.
	Freda slapped her again, then again, throwing her head to the left,
then right, then left again, as the blonde girl's face pinkened and
her eyes lost focus.
	She halted, bent, seized her chin gently, and kissed her lips,
tasting the blood there before slowly easing back between her legs
once more.
	 She began to work on her again, manipulating the blonde teenager's
clitoris, caressing her pussy, and twisting and rolling her nipples.
Then, as the disoriented girl approached an orgasm, Freda stopped.
Devon sobbed in and whined in disappointment, her bottom grinding from
side to side on the bed.
	She tried to close her legs, but Freda stopped her.  She pulled two
more restraints from the bottom  posts and tied them around Devon's
ankles, spreading the legs wide and locking them in place. She got up
then, going over to the closet. From there, she selected a pair of
small vibrators and a long, very thick strap-on dildo. She carried
them back to the bed and sat down.
	The first vibrator clicked on with a buzzing sound and Freda slid it
up and down Devon's moist sex. Back and forth she worked the hard
little plastic device, then pushed it up under her clitoris and rested
it there for long seconds.
	Devon strained against the bonds holding her, trying to push herself
up and impale herself on the hard buzzing instrument. Freda would only
allow so much pressure however, and stopped completely when it looked
to her as if the girl was going to cum.
	She waited, doing nothing but kissing Devon's tear stained cheeks.
When Devon's breathing was more even, she brought the vibrator down to
her sex again, clicked it on and then slowly sank it into her pussy,
pushing it deep inside until only the tip remained.
	She left it there, picking up the second vibrator and clicking it on.
She began to work it lightly across Devon's nipples, buzzing one, then
the other, alternating with her tongue and mouth. She reached down
after a minute and began to pump the vibrator in and out of the pussy,
feeling the wetness on the shining plastic now as it pulled outward.
	Devon's breath came in strangled gasps and her chest rose and fell
furiously. She arched her back and began to whine. Freda pulled both
vibrators away again and Devon burst into tears, her body racked by
miserable, wet sobs.
	Freda smiled. She had plenty of time. And the drug cocktail the girl
had within her would not only keep her mind unfocused but maintain 
her body in a state of  exquisite sensitivity.
	She slapped one of the girl's breasts, then bit hard on first one
nipple, then the other, enjoying the girl's cries of pain. She eased
back, giving each wounded button soft, gentle, soothing licks, then
moved downward.
	She put the vibrators down and lay next to the bound girl, sliding
her hand back and forth across Devon's belly. She kissed her gently on
the cheek, and began rubbing her groin against Devon's hip as she
lightly palmed her left breast.
	"Obey!" she whispered. "Obey!" 
	It was a slightly louder repetition of the recorded messages that had
been playing in Devon and Amber's rooms since the girl's had gotten
here. The voices came through carefully placed speakers and could be
heard, though only if there was silence, in any part of the rooms.
	Of course, they could be heard regardless of whether there was
silence, but you wouldn't know you were hearing it. They were not
quite subliminal, being audible to the human ear but simply ignored by
the mind. All night they had played.
	"Obey!" she repeated. "You must obey."
	Devon whimpered as Freda kissed her nipple.
	"Pretty little pussy," Freda cooed.
	She moved up and threw her leg over the girl's shoulder, then sat
down fully on her face. She felt the soft skin and little nose against
her crotch, could discern the wetness of Devon's lips and hard bony
jaw as she rubbed her crotch and ass back and forth over them.
	"Lick me, baby," she sighed. "Push your tongue up and lick my pussy."
	She placed her wet pussy slit directly over Devon's mouth and rubbed.
"Lick me. Lick me," she moaned. "Lick it, Devon."
	Devon felt the wetness against her mouth and her tongue flicked out,
touching Freda's bare slit. "Lick. Lick. Lick. Lick."
	Devon began to lick at the pussy, hardly aware of what it was or what
she was doing. She looked upward, seeing Freda's smooth belly above
her face, and then high above that the rounded swellings of the
woman's breasts.
	Freda crossed her wrists behind her head, arching her back as she
ground her crotch up and down over Devon's face. She sighed in
pleasure as she felt the girl's tongue against her clit and rotated
her bottom in slow half circles against it. "My clitty. Lick my
clitty!" she sighed, pulling her pubic lips apart and sliding her open
sex against the upthrust tongue.
	She cooed in pleasure, feeling the softness of the tongue against
her, and reached down with her hands to cup Devon's head, holding it
as she ground herself down against it. She felt her pleasure building,
partly from the stimulation of Devon's face and tongue, but mostly out
of the deep, sensuous psychic satisfaction she got from dominating the
pretty young woman.
	She watched the glazed eyes beneath her, and jammed her sex against
the girl's mouth, sighing again, then laughing lightly. She felt
herself burning with excitement, and knew her orgasm was approaching.
Then it was upon her. She let all her weight come down on her crotch,
down on Devon's face, and rubbed frantically, bouncing and grinding
against her face.

	Hunter looked carefully through the eyehole, then opened the door.
The man gazed at him without expression.
	"Mr. Hunter?"
	"You're Mr. Grant?"
	"Yes."
	"Uh... won't you come in." He held the door wide and the man stepped
through, walking out of the hall and into the living room, his eyes
sweeping from side to side.
	Hunter closed the door, looking at the man dubiously. He wasn't at
all what he'd expected. The man was short and balding, wore a good,
but not great suit, and didn't look any more capable of physical
violence than Hunter himself.
	The man turned, his eyes calm behind round glasses.
	"I have a document for you to sign." he said. "Then you can give me a
cheque."
	"Uh, no offense, Mr. Grant, but how do I know you can help me?"
	"You don't. We give no guarantees. We will do what we can."
	"But... well, you don't look, that is, you don't look like..."
	"Like a tough guy commando? I'm not, I am an accountant, actually. My
skills are in management and research."
	"Oh."
	"What you need, Mr. Hunter, is someone to find your daughter. That is
the hard part. Once she's found, it will be reasonably simple to bring
her back, assuming of course, that she is still alive."
	"Of course she's alive! Why wouldn't she be?!" he demanded.
Grant sighed and shook his head.
	"I'm afraid Mr. Hunter, that you simply are not wealthy enough to
justify a kidnapping. You had to mortgage this house for our payment,
did you not?"
	"How did you..."
	"We do check on our potential clients, Mr. Hunter. Since you're not a
wealthy man, there are two probabilities that have the highest
likelihood of being true. The first is that your daughter has gone off
by her own free will, and simply decided not to tell anyone. You say
this would not happen and I tend to agree that it is unlikely.
	"The second possibility, which then becomes the most likely
probability, is that she was kidnapped for sexual purposes."
	Hunter blanched.
	"I'm afraid you must face that fact. If she was kidnapped for sexual
purposes, which, as I say, is likely, she is by now either in the grip
of an organized gang, or dead."
	"A... a gang?" Hunter whispered.
	"Yes. If she and her friend were simply dragged off and raped, they
would either have turned up by now, or be dead. If however, she were
taken by an organized gang, and there are several in Europe, then she
is being held still, probably in a very secure location."
	"But who, why, how would..."
	"Brothels, white slavery operations, there are several possibilities.
We will investigate them all."
	"You don't offer me much hope."
	"That's not true. There is no hope, unless she has disappeared
voluntarily, that she remains pure and chaste, but that does not mean
we can not retrieve her, even if she is slightly soiled by now."
	"You're talking about my daughter!" Hunter snapped.
	"I apologise if I offend you but pretty young women are not kidnapped
merely to be admired with the eyes. Now, do you have my cheque?" he
held out his hand.
	Hunter pulled the cheque from his pocket and gave it to him.

	Freda yawned and looked at the clock. It was four in the morning. She
got out of bed slowly, stretching and rubbing her eyes, then pulled on
a robe and walked out of the room, going down the hallway. She opened
another door and walked in to find Franz carefully watching the blonde
girl.
	"How is she?" 
	"She has been mumbling now for some time. I can't make out what she's
saying though."
	Freda looked down at Devon and wiped her eyes again. 
	"You can get some rest. I'll take over now."
	"Okay. I wish you'd let me fuck her though. I'm hard as steel after
five hours of this."
	"Go and see the brunette. You can fuck her if Marc says it is all
right."
	"Goot." He turned and left the room, closing the door behind him.
Freda sat down next to the still tightly bound blonde and tried to
make out what she was saying.
	She too could not make it out. Just babbling, she thought. The
blonde's body was covered with a sheen of sweat. Her once bright
blonde hair was now dark with sweat and plastered to the girl's head
and face. Her head tossed back and forth every few seconds and her
body trembled as if in pain.
	She and Franz had been manipulating her for over twenty hours now,
constantly stimulating her, bringing her up to the verge of orgasm,
but never letting her peak, always backing off at the last second. Her
body must be utterly exhausted by now.
	Combined with the drug, the lack of sleep, the dehydration caused by
the constant sweating without any fluid intake, and terrible, by now
desperate burning need between her legs, had rendered the once self
assured young woman into a pathetic, babbling, whining mess.
	In the background, she could hear the recording still repeating
itself endlessly. "Obey." it whispered. "You must obey. You must be
obedient... Obey." Freda picked up the two vibrators and turned them
on. She pushed one into the soaking slit entrance, sliding it up to
press against the clit, then took the other and pushed it against the
clit from the other side.
	She had the little pink organ trapped between the two vibrators and
rubbed them lightly from side to side. The girl sobbed in despair, her
breathing increasing again, her body beginning to shake and quiver
with renewed need.
	Freda let her shake for a while, let the need build up in her until
she began to grunt and groan, then she took the vibrators away and
stood up, going into the corner and pouring herself a glass of water.
She heard a broken sob of misery behind her and smiled to herself.
	Sometimes, this could be such fun. She swallowed the water, then
turned back to the girl. The sheet under her was dark and wet with
sweat. Freda picked up a fluffy towel and rubbed it lightly across
Devon's face, drying it off. She rubbed the towel over her chest and
belly, then over her legs.
	She tossed the dirty towel on the floor and sat down again, taking
the girl's outrageously over stimulated nipples in her fingers and
rubbing them from side to side gently. "Obey." she whispered. "You
must obey."

	In another room down the hall, Amber was squatting over Franz, who
sat in a straight backed chair, his hands on her sides, just under her
chest, helping her as she rose and fell over his lap. His cock stuck
straight upwards and the little brunette was sliding her sheath up and
down the fat organ.
	Amber had been much easier to deal with than the other girl. They'd
known she would be from the start of course.  Still, she too would not
be permitted to sleep or drink for at least a couple of more days. She
was already learning to obey in a more simpler manner than Devon.
	Earlier, she'd been fucked by a number of Marc's servants, each
instructing her in exactly the way he wanted her to respond. Any
deviation or hesitation had led to pain. Not terrible pain, for that
was not needed, but pain nonetheless.
	Even as pain was used to force obedience, the girl was being trained
to enjoy it. Her orgasms, of which there had been many, were always
accompanied by hard pinches and squeeze, pulled hair, and hard slaps.
She was coming to recognize that pain led to pleasure, and vice versa.
After a time, she would be unable to tell the difference between the
two sensations.
	She rode up and down on his cock now, sliding her tight sex up the
length of his shaft until the cock head rested between her lips, then
slowly dropping down, taking it up into her belly until she was
stuffed with hot, hard, male meat.
	She was exhausted, perhaps even more so than Devon, for her orgasms,
which shook her, and twisted her vitals into jelly like masses of
quivering flesh, took a great deal of energy out of her. Nor was she
being allowed to replace it. No food for her, at least, nothing with
protein. She was allowed chocolates and candy, and nothing more.
	Franz took her right nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. His hands
cupped her sweetly rounded buttocks and helped her raise herself. He
felt her cunt spasming and bit down hard on the nipple. Amber groaned
as the sharp pain joined the buildup of orgasmic energy in her system.
	Franz bit harder still, breaking the skin of her sensitive nipple and
drawing blood. He sucked furiously, tasting her blood in his mouth and
seeking more. His hand gripped her tit and squeezed tightly as he
sucked, forcing more blood to well up into his mouth.
	His other hand seized the girl's tangled hair and pulled viciously
back, jerking her head way back so it was almost upside down, and
stretching the skin over her rounded tit meat. He slammed his cock
upward into her belly, rutting furiously as he drank her blood.
	Amber whined madly, her body shivering and shaking. Her tits burned
with pain and pleasure as her cunt erupted in furious electric spasms
of volcanic lust. She screamed, bouncing desperately up and down on
Franz's pumping rod as she was inundated by hammering blasts of
orgasmic bliss.
	Her eyes rolled back in her head and she drooled freely, her limbs
shaking and twitching as her body quaked in the midst of a colossal
seizure. For long, long seconds she trembled and shook, until the
orgasm finally subsided. Only then did she finally draw a gasping
breath of air into her tortured lungs.



	Jack Martin stepped off the plane as calmly and easily as if he were
a businessman here for a simple meeting, which was his very
well-learned cover. He answered all the questions with a friendly, but
not too friendly smile, then took his two bags and walked out to the
parking lot.
	There he opened the trunk of a dark blue Audi, tossing his bags in to
either side of another bag already there. He looked around once, then
unzipped the bag and checked. Everything was as it should be. He
pulled out a holster and a small nine millimeter automatic and slid
them under his blazer, then slammed the trunk.
	He unlocked the drivers door, got in and started the engine. Still
nothing. If anything were going to happy, it would happen, it would
happen now. He stepped on the gas, pulling smoothly out of the parking
space and driving to the exit.
	He opened his briefcase and took a pair of small color pictures from
the sleeve, lowering the cars' visor and clipping them to the inside.
Not ten minutes would pass that he wouldn't look at them, not until he
knew those faces as well as he knew his own.
	He drove for several miles, watching carefully for tails. Finally, he
turned off the road and pulled over. It took half an hour to be
reasonably sure there were no bugs in the car, and to change the
licence from the rental company one to another more common plate that
belonged on the bumper of another Audi, one who's owner wouldn't
notice the change for months, if then.
	He started up again and drove toward the Autobahn, then turned north
and stepped on the gas. A minute later he was in the fast lane, doing
a hundred and fifty as he raced towards Rolburghe. It was, he thought,
good to be able to get a car up to speed again. He let loose a brief
curse for the fifty five mile an hour American freeways as the
countryside whizzed by.
	It was hardly Martin's first encounter with the high speed autobahns.
He'd spent ten years in Germany first in special forces, then attached
to the US Army's Delta force. He'd retired at thirty-five and found a
much more prosperous employer, one who was willing to pay for the
knowledge and skills the army had taught him.
	He didn't know the name of the company, if it was indeed a company.
His instructions came over a phone, a computer, or through the mail.
His checks were deposited promptly in his Swiss bank account.
Everything he needed was placed neatly for him, such as now, in the
trunk.
	Whoever he worked for was extremely competent. The information was
good. Responses to queries was near immediate, and help was despatched
on request. His last case, he'd worked with four other "employees"
like himself. Two had come from the British SAS, one from Germany's
G-19, and one from the US navy SEALS. Quality guys, all of them.
	This one he was working alone, at least so far. It was a simple case,
find a girl, or find who'd killed her. Of course, if it turned out
some wacko had raped her and her friend, then strangled them both and
left them in a shallow ditch somewhere, his work was going to be cut
out for him.
	Random killings were work for crime labs and scores of detectives.
The "company" apparently didn't believe this to be the case. That
meant white slavery, a slight, but real problem in Europe. He hoped
the girls hadn't been shipped to the middle-east. The hundred and
twenty degree heat always put him on edge.
	He turned off the Autobahn and drove east onto a provincial roadway.
A sign pointed ahead to Rolburghe twenty miles distant. According to
the information provided him, the two teenagers had gone out for a
tour of the town and simply disappeared. Nobody reported seeing them
at all, after they'd left their hotel.
	Rolburghe appeared in his windshield and he eyed it closely as he
approached. It was a middle sized town, population officially pegged
at fourteen thousand. It was too small for the girls to disappear into
without a trace. Someone had seen something.
	He knew people who would say nothing to the police, would be much
more amenable to him, one way or the other. He parked in front of the
hotel, the same one the girls had stayed at, then got out, carrying
his briefcase as a porter rushed forward.

	"W... w... water.." Devon whispered, her voice cracked and weak.
Franz looked down calmly, eyeing her as he would a laboratory
experiment, with interest, but not care or worry. He drew back his
hand and slapped her face hard, bringing a grunt, and a low moan.
	At once he clicked on the vibrators and pressed them against her
clitoris, rubbing them back and forth. With practised ease, he shifted
his grip, holding both with one hand while he slowly, but forcefully
stuffed the thick girth of a dildo into the girl's honeyed pussy.
	The girl moaned, her bottom sliding from side to side on the bed. She
began puffing air through her nose furiously, as if hyperventilating.
Her pussy shot up to jam itself on the dildo. Franz held it buried
inside her for long seconds, then slid it back out and pulled the
vibrators away.
	The girl collapsed, knowing she'd get no more stimuli. It had been
more than three days since she'd slept now. He and Freda and Marc, as
well as a couple of other trusted assistants, had fondled and abused
and manipulated the young woman's body hour after hour after hour,
until now she was a raw mass of burning nerve endings.
	It was, he knew, almost time. Just as he glanced at the clock the
door opened and Freda strode through. She was wearing thigh high
leather boots with six inch heels sharp enough to stab through wood.
Her hands and forearms were covered by leather gloves that reached
almost to her elbows. She wore a leather g-string and a tight leather
corset that pushed her breasts up and out, displaying them to their
best advantage. Their nipples stood out stiffly, like little erasers.
	She stopped next to the bed, looking down at the exhausted girl. She
held a riding crop in her hands, slapping it against her gloved palm.
	"Untie her."
	Franz freed the girl's ankles, then her wrists. She didn't move much
though.
	"Devon. Come here," she said. Her voice was low, but stern. Devon's
eyes blinked wearily. "Devon. Come here."
	Devon shifted slightly, drawing her arms down from above her and
pushing half heartedly on the mattress. She rose a foot, then fell
back.
	Freda tossed the crop to Franz, who stood by the bed. Freda herself
stood, arms folded, a dozen paces away.
	"Devon. Come here. Obey," she said, her voice rising on the last
word. Franz raised the crop and brought it whistling through the air,
slashing down directly across Devon's right breast.
	The girl screamed, her hands cupping her wounded flesh as she curled
up and rolled to her side towards the edge of the bed.
	"Devon. Come here." Freda said. "Obey!"
	Devon pushed her legs off the mattress and dropped to her knees on
the rug. She slowly pulled herself to her feet, shaking and trembling,
her hands still cupping her tit as she whimpered in pain.
	"Come here."
	Devon started forward, then dropped weakly to her knees. "Obey!"
Franz slashed the crop down on her back. Devon jackknifed, almost
falling onto her back as she  sought to grab her back and howled in
pain.
	Franz slashed down again, the crop cracking against her right breast
again.
	Again she screamed, cupping her tit as she knelt, curled up in a ball
on the rug.
	"Devon. Come here," Freda said, remorselessly.
	Devon's chest was racked by great heaving sobs. She crawled across
towards Freda as Franz walked slowly behind her.
	"You must obey me, Devon. You must always obey us."
	Devon stopped a foot or so in front of her and tried to rise. 
	"Stay on your knees."
	She lifted her right foot and placed it on the girl's shoulder,
forcing her face down against the floor.
	"Obey!" she said, shoving hard, mashing the pretty face into the
floor.
	She pulled her foot free, then slid it under Devon's face. "Clean my
boot, little one. Clean my boot with your tongue."
	"Clean it!" she repeated. "Obey!" 
	Franz brought the crop down hard across Devon's buttocks. The shaking
blonde screamed again, jerking forward so her head rammed into Freda's
boots.
	"Lick my boots, dog!" Freda snarled. "Obey!"
	She held her boot against Devon's face and the girl quickly started
licking on the ankle. Freda watched patiently as the girl ran her
tongue all around the ankle and then down around the heel of the shiny
leather.
	"Good girl," she said, smiling. 
	Franz pushed over a chair for her and she sat, crossing her legs. She
held her top foot up so Devon could lick the bottom of the boot, her
tongue dry and rasping harshly on the leather.
	"Stop." 
	Devon stopped licking.
	"Lick my pussy, dog."
	Devon had to almost climb up the legs of the chair, leaning weakly
against it as she pushed her face between Freda's spread legs and
began to lick at her sex. Her tongue was dry and as such moved harshly
against the woman's clit, making her sigh with delight.
	Her pussy juice began to ooze out between her naked pubic lips and
Devon lapped it up quickly, glad of any moisture. She jammed her
tongue in between the pussy lips, sucking to get more of the juice
into her.
	"Ahhhhh... Good girrll," Freda moaned, her sex pushing out against
Devon's face.
	She slid her hand beneath the teenager and cupped her quivering
breast, squeezing lightly. Devon moaned and whimpered, her tongue
driving in and out of the soft pussy lips.
	The door opened and Marc came in, leading Amber behind him. She
crawled on her hands and knees, her round bottom wiggling from side to
side as she moved. He held a leash which was attached to a thick,
studded leather collar around her throat.
	Her eyes were wide and vacant as Marc pulled her in and ordered her
to kneel a few feet away. She watched Devon sucking at Freda's sex and
whimpered a little, but made no movement. Freda groaned and slumped in
her seat. She brought her feet up and placed them on Devon's shoulders
as the girl continued to eat her out.
	"You," Franz said, pointing to Amber. "Get behind her and eat her
cunt."
	Amber fell forward onto her hands and quickly crawled around behind
Devon, sticking her face in the other kneeling girl's pussy as if she
were a dog. She put her hands on Devon's bottom and began to lick at
her friend's sex.
	Devon gurgled and spread her legs, opening her pussy as Amber's
tongue began to rasp up and down the slit. Amber pulled the lips apart
and shoved her face in between, slurping and sucking and blowing. She
moved up onto Devon's clit and began to rasp and drill her tongue on
it.
	Devon's own tonguing heated up as sexual energy flowed into her body.
She shook and trembled as her sex began to vibrate with high tension
sexual electricity. She felt her belly heaving and churning and her
entire body began to burn with a terrible, desperate need.
	Her tongue was a swirling, shaking, dancing snake as she jerked and
trembled against Freda's pussy. She felt her body burning hotter and
hotter, and waited with ever increasing tension for that wonderful
pleasure to be abruptly yanked away.
	"Stop!" Franz ordered. Amber instantly pulled back and Devon began to
sob, heartbroken.
	"Do you want it, Devon?" Freda cooed. "Do you want it? Do you want a
hard fuck?"
	"Yes." Devon's voice was a rough croak.
	"Do you want it? You have to answer louder."
	"Yes, yes," Devon moaned through her tears.
	"Beg. Beg for it."
	"P... p... pl... pleeeese!" she sobbed. "Pleeeeese!"
	"Please what?"
	"P... please fuck me! Pl... pleeese ffuckkk meee!" She was weeping
now.
	"Very well, turn around and crawl over to that rug there," Freda
instructed, pointing, "and you'll get a good hard fuck."
	Without a trace, a hint, even a shred of dignity, pride or
self-respect, the girl crawled furiously to reach the small rug, then
held still, her bottom up in the air and her legs parted. She
whimpered and trembled, looking back over her shoulder at Freda.
	Freda smiled and rose to her feet. She picked up a strap on dildo and
stepped into it, pulling the straps up over her bottom and snapping
the big thick thing in place over her own sex. Devon shook and
sniffled tears as she watched, her buttocks grinding slightly.
	Freda took her time, sauntering across to stand behind Devon. She
raised her foot and brought the heel down against Devon's right
buttock, grinding the sharp heel in as Devon gasped in pain and shook
in helpless need.
	She placed the center of her shoe on Devon's back, directly between
above the cheeks and pushed the heel against her little anal opening.
She shoved her heel against the little hole and it gave beneath the
pressure, letting the heel through.
	She pushed the heel fully into the trembling girl's anus, not
stopping until the bottom of her boot was flat against Devon's body.
She drew the heel out, then shoved it back in.
	"Beg for it again, slut."
	"P... pleeasse." Devon wept.
	Freda pulled her heel out of the girl's anus, ignoring a trace of
blood on the thing, then knelt behind her. She held her dildo in her
right hand. It was too thick for her to get her hand all the way
around, but she held it in place against Devon's slick sex.
	She placed it just inside, then seized Devon's hips in her hands, her
strong fingers digging into the flesh and locking the young woman in
place. Then Freda slammed her hips forward with all her strength. She
jammed her rubber fuck-spike deep into Devon's cunt.
	Devon screamed as if stabbed. She tried to crawl forward, then tried
to get up. Freda held tightly to her hips as she forced the terrible
thick cock rod deeper into the girl's narrow sex. Devon was sobbing
hysterically as pain tore through her system. Her pussy felt as though
it was being ripped open by the fat plastic cock.
	Then she slumped to the floor again, shaking as the last few inches
of plastic cock were driven into her body and her pubic lips pressed
against Freda's. Freda left the thick cock in place for a few moments,
then  drew back, sliding the dark gleaming rubber out of Devon's
clinging pink sheath
	She pulled it half way out, then slammed forward, jamming it back
inside, and bringing another shout of pain from Devon. She ripped open
Devon's pussy-pipe with powerful thrusts, sawing the horse-cock in and
out of the tiny pussy hole until it had loosened.
	Then she thrust with longer strokes as Devon knelt still, trembling
like a terrified puppy. It was not fear that held her so. Her body was
beginning to respond to Freda's rough, brutal fuck strokes. So long
aroused, so long denied, it took little to turn the crackling fire
between her legs into a white hot inferno of lust and desire.
	Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. She spread her legs wider and
began pushing back to meet the savage stabbing lunges. Her face
twitched, and her head jerked to one side, then to the other. Her sex
throbbed powerfully, sending searing waves of steamy sexual energy
through her body.
	She jerked spastically, then stiffened. Her eyes opened even wider
and she held absolutely still. The only sounds in the room were the
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! of Freda's lower belly meeting her
buttocks and the sucking wet sound of the rubber cock tearing in and
out of her.
	Then Devon began moaning, a low keening sound at first that began
building in strength and intensity until she was screaming at the top
of her lungs, howling and shrieking in maniacal ecstasy and glory. Her
body exploded, shards of sexual power blasting through every part of
her system.
	As she shrieked her heart out, her body shook and thrashed, bucked up
and down and rocked from side to side.
	Freda hung on, her body tossed and pulled by the twisting, shaking,
convulsing, girl. She continued to pound her rubber cock down Devon's
fuck-box as the blonde girl slammed her hips from side to side and
jammed it back on the impaling rod.
	Devon's entire lower belly sizzled like burning flesh. She shook and
bucked and tossed from side to side. Her upper body jerked up and
down, then slammed back briefly against Freda as she sought to arch
her back. She dropped forward on her hands again, and clawed at the
rug as she hammered her groin back against the skewering cock-tool.
	Then her arms gave way and she dropped onto her face on the rug,
still rutting her ass back against the driving cock as she pounded her
face into the floor and grunted repeatedly in a high pitched voice.
	The grunts became weaker and weaker, and her movements started to
ease. After almost a full minute, she knelt there impaled and
unmoving, finally pulling herself free and rolling unconscious onto
her side.
	
	Jack left the sweet shop and strolled down the street. Another
negative. He was starting to get irritated. There had to be someone in
this place that had seen those girls, however briefly. Amber, at
least, was not a girl you overlooked, nor forget quickly, especially
if you were male.
	He went through the big wooden door of an old Cafe and sat down in a
corner table, ordering a drink. When the girl brought it, she could
hardly fail to spot the two pictures on the table, or the thousand
dollar bill next to them. She looked like she'd been shot, her eyes
opening wide as she counted the zeros.
	She looked quickly at Jack, then back to the counter where the
manager stood. She quickly dropped his drink on the table and moved
away. Jack's eyes narrowed. There had been something there, he was
sure. She knew something, but was afraid to say anything.
	He scooped the bill and pictures into his pocket and quickly finished
his drink. Ten minutes later he was parked just down the street from
the Caf , able to see the front door and the side parking lot. It was
possible she would go out the back and down the alley, but he rather
doubted it.
	Hours later she came out and walked down the street. He waited until
she was a block ahead, then started the car and followed. Too public,
he decided after a couple of blocks. He parked and got out, following
behind on foot.
	Ten minutes later, she stopped in front of a townhouse and unlocked
the door. The door closed behind her and Jack eased into some bushes.
He watched for a minute, then turned and left. He'd be back, after
dark, then the lady was going to answer his questions, one way or
another.
	
	Devon was allowed to sleep for two hours, then Franz slapped her
awake. He had a cattle prod in his hands and he put her through a
dog's paces, forcing her to kneel, crawl, sit, heel, and beg. Any time
she was slow to respond he touched the tip of the prod to her pussy or
nipples or bottom and white fire screamed along her never endings.
	Amber performed right alongside her, moving instantly to whatever
command she was given. Both had been reduced to dazed terrified
animals, waiting for a command to obey, fearing the lash or the prod.
Freda sat in a chair watching, a cold smile on her lips.
	She watched as Franz and Marc put the girl's through their paces,
training them in the arts of deep throating cocks and rimming anal
openings. They made a lovely pair, she thought.
	"Stop." she shouted. 
	Both girls halted instantly, kneeling beside one another, bottoms
high.
	"Devon. Come."
	Devon crawled back to her quickly, stopping by her chair. Freda rose
and picked up the strap-on dildo.
	"Stand up." Devon jumped to her feet, then almost fell down. Freda
had to steady her with one muscular arm.
	She slid the straps up the girl's legs and fastened the thing tightly
against her crotch.
	"Go and fuck Amber." 
	Devon dropped to her hands and knees and crawled back to where Amber
knelt. She mounted her, kneeling upright, hands on Amber's flanks as
she slid the tip of the dildo into her friend's cunt.
	She slowly sank the thing into Amber's cunt to the hilt as the three
Germans watched.
	"Fuck her HARD!" Franz said. 
	"Fuck her FAST!" Freda called.
	At once she began to tear the dildo in and out of Amber's sex tunnel,
ignoring the girl's squeal of pain and whimper of fear. She pounded
the rubber cock in and out of the moist sex before her, her hips
hammering back and forth as she skewered the brunette's tight sleeve.
	"Reach around and squeeze those big tits, Devon," Freda ordered.
	Devon complied, sinking her fingers into Amber's fat jiggling breasts
as they swayed back and forth beneath her. She clutched them tightly,
opening and closing her fingers repeatedly as she pumped into Amber's
body.
	"Twist her tits. Tear them off!" Franz shouted.
	Amber whimpered and Devon moaned in misery and confusion. She clamped
her hands tightly around the big meaty breasts hanging beneath her
friend's chest and began to twist them from side to side, pulling them
hard, trying to rip them free from her chest.
	Amber cried and wept with pain and dark pleasure. Her groin heaved
and shook and trembled in the throes of orgiastic bliss. She humped
back against Devon, the pain in her breasts throwing her into a
powerful explosive cum that sent her senses reeling.
	"Stop," Freda said.
	Devon stopped pumping, her chest heaving with exertion.
	"Push her onto her back and fuck her like that."
	Devon looked down at Amber in confusion and Franz put his foot on
Amber's chest and shoved, making her fall on her side. Devon then
helped her roll onto her back. Her legs naturally fell wide and Devon
lay on her, placing the cock back into her pussy and driving it deep.
	She began to thrust into Amber again, their breasts rubbing against
each other as she slid up and down Amber's body. She drove the cock
high into Amber's little  pussy hole, feeling it crushing against
something hard up inside the girl's belly, but unable to slow down or
ease off.
	"Kiss her! Suck her tits. Squeeze them!" the watchers called. 
	Devon and Amber kissed furiously, their lips crushing together in a
harsh imitation of passion. Only for Amber it was the real thing.
Devon rutted desperately against her, pounding the long, fat plastic
cock up and down the brunette's pussy tunnel.
	She felt the resistance of Amber's muscles wavering, one moment
weakening, one moment strengthening, and knew instinctively that Amber
was coming. Amber threw her legs around Devon and slammed her hips up
onto the impaling plastic cock, moaning and sobbing with pleasure as
she came yet again, her tired, aching body bouncing and shaking
through the fiery climax.



	It was midnight. Jack moved like a shadow across the road and into
the garden alongside the barmaids' home. He stopped, his eyes glancing
from side to side. He waited as minutes passed. Nothing. He slunk
along the wall and probed at windows, then slid to his knees by a
basement window.
	It pushed open easily. He took out his knife and cut the screen free,
then slid through the window and fell lightly to the floor, landing in
a crouch. He didn't move, looking around with the night vision
infra-red glasses. Nobody was here.
	He eased the window closed and crept up the stairs, stopping at the
top to listen. Again there was nothing. The door eased open a crack
and he looked through. Nothing. He moved through the small kitchen and
out into the living room/dining room. The girl wasn't there.
	Upstairs then, he thought. He moved quietly up them and looked around
in the small, narrow hall. There were three doors, one of which was
open and showed the bathroom. The other two doors were closed. One was
on his right, the other on his left.
	The door on his left showed a small crack of light from beneath the
door. Not so on his left. He moved to the door on his left and slowly
turned the knob. It wasn't locked and the door opened inward. He
looked through into a small bedroom. There was a narrow bed in the
center of the room and a woman slept soundly in it.
	He closed the door and moved back to the other side of the hall,
where the door showed a light. Patience is a virtue, he told himself.
He went back downstairs and waited. An hour later, he moved back to
the door. The light was off. He eased it open and went inside.
	The room was bright enough for his eyes, being lit from a streetlight
near the open window. The woman was asleep in her bed. Jack moved next
to the bed, taking out a small loop of rope from his jacket. The
barmaid slept on her side, with her hands within a foot or so of each
other.
	He slid the loop around one hand, then gently lifted the other hand
and brought it closer, looping the rope around it. Suddenly he jerked
the rope tight, shoving his hand over her mouth as he bound her wrists
together and pulled the rope up above her head, wrapping it several
times around the bedpost.
	"Now we can talk," he whispered, grinning at the wide eyed woman. She
struggled briefly, but realized she could do nothing and settled down,
her eyes still wide and fearful. She slept in the nude, and the sheets
had slid down over her breasts to her stomach as she had struggled.
	He took a moment to appreciate their bountiful size and fleshy
roundness before his eyes slid down her smooth, white stomach to the
edge of the covers just below her belly button. He sat down on the bed
and lit a cigarette, blowing the smoke towards the window. The girl
stared at him, now and then jerking her hands against the rope holding
them in place.
	She looked to be around twenty or so, and had short, straight brown
hair, falling around her round face. Bangs fell just above the eyes.
Her nose was slightly too sharp, but her body, from what he could see
above the covers was lush and firm.
	"Now then. I want you to tell me everything you know about those two
missing girls."
	She stared up at him, unmoving. Jack slipped some bills out of his
jacket. They were hundred dollar bills, as the girl could clearly see.
He laid one down on her belly, then laid another next to it, and a
third next to that.
	"It can be very profitable for you to cooperate, my dear. Nobody
knows I'm here. Nobody will see me leave." He placed a fourth bill on
her chest, between her round breasts. He flicked a fifth under her
nose, then slid it teasingly back and forth across her right nipple
before placing it on her breast.
	"On the other hand... " He pulled a long, ugly looking knife from his
sleeve and held it up before her eyes. It was thin and razor sharp. He
slid the cold metal over her left nipple, not deep enough to cut, then
upended the knife, letting the tip stand against her nipple.
	The weight of the knife pressed down on the tender brown nub,
sticking the sharp point into her skin as she moaned fearfully.
	"So you see, the most logical thing for you to do, is to come clean
for me. Tell me what I want to know, and we'll both be better off for
the experience."
	He held the knife just under her nose as he pulled his hand away from
her mouth. "Talk to me." he said.
	"I don't know anything."
	"That's not what I want to hear," he said, his voice a cold hiss. He
placed a bill over her left breast and another on her forehead. "Don't
be a foolish child." he advised her. "Tell me what I want to know."
	"Money is not good to me if I'm dead." 
	"True. But death is a far off possibility, unless of course..." he
slid the knife against her throat, "you irritate me too much."
	She swallowed nervously as her eyes tried to follow the knife. "You
won't hurt me," she said. "You're some kind of policeman."
	"I assure you I am not a policeman... Heidi," he said, catching the
name from the tag on her uniform blouse, which was hanging on a
bedpost. "I'm not even a German."
	"You don't frighten me," she said.
	"Don't I?" 
	He pulled the edge of the blanket down, tossing it aside to reveal
her nudity completely. The knife slid along her flesh between her
breasts, sliding down to her sex.
	"I have killed a large number of people, sweetheart." 
	He slowly and carefully, began to shave the top of her brown pubic
thatch. Heidi held still, fearing he would cut her badly if she jerked
aside. He scraped away at her fur, getting closer and closer to her
slit.
	"I don't know anything!" she whined, her eyes following the knife.
	"Try to remember something. I'm sure you have a very good memory." 
	He shaved lower. Now she had only a tiny line of hair above her slit.
Jack pulled her right leg wide and poked her left thigh with the tip
of the knife, forcing her to spread wide.
	"Wider," he said, very calmly. He poked her thigh again, and she
winced, pulling her leg apart even more, so the thigh tendons
stretched painfully. He began to shave alongside her slit with the
knife, humming softly.
	"Please," she gasped. "I know nothing."
	"Don't believe you."
	His fingers pushed down on her flesh, easing it aside as the knife
scraped continuously. He moved it over her slit, pulling at individual
hairs. He began to pull the hairs up, then cut them one by one. "Come
now, my dear. Think of something," he said, cutting another long hair.
"When I run out of hair, I'm going to have to start on skin."
	She only had a few left. Then they were gone and her sex was almost
entirely bare. Only stubble remained. He slid the tip of the knife
against her sex and lightly moved it up and down between her pussy
lips.
	"I'm losing my patience," he said, sliding the sharp edged knife just
inside her pussy.
	"I... I may have seen them," she gasped.
	"Uh hummmm," he said, sliding his fingers into her slit and spreading
her lips. He searched upward and found her clitty, then pulled on it,
sliding the edge of the knife against it.
	"Now the thing about this is," he said. "That many countries, such as
those in Africa and the Middle-east, perform clitorectomies on females
so they can't become sluts. It won't kill you, but it will make any
further sex for you rather unenjoyable."
	He slid the knife against her stretched clitty and her eyes bugged
out in terror.
	"Don't! Don't! I'll tell you!"
	"Excellent!"
	"Please, take the knife away," she pleaded.
	"Well, for now." He pulled the knife away and let go of her clit.
	"I... I saw them that day."
	"In your Caf ?"
	She nodded.
	"What were they doing in there?"
	"They came in for a drink."
	"And who were they with?"
	"They came in alone. They... they met a woman there."
	"Who was she?"
	"I don't know."
	He tsked and shook his head, reaching between her pussy lips for her
clit again. His fingers isolated it and pulled up on it as she hissed
with fear.
	"Please! I don't know who she is!"
	"Then why wouldn't you tell the police? Why would you be afraid of
telling me? You know a lot my sweet and I'm going to get it from you
one way or another." He slid the sharp knife against her clitty and
she whimpered in fear.
	"It was the Countess Schimmler!"
	"I see. And who is the Countess Schimmler?"
	"She... she lives in the castle north of town. She owns much of
Rohlburghe."
	"What does she do up there?"
	"We don't know, but she has many visitors. They are powerful men with
bodyguards. People don't talk about them. If they do, they get fired
and evicted. They have to leave town. If they cause trouble, they
disappear."
	"To where?"
	"Nobody knows. They just disappear."
	"So nobody knows what she does up there, yet everyone is afraid of
her?"
	"Sometimes... sometimes we hear things, if we are near the castle and
the wind is right."
	"What things?"
	"Screaming, terrible screaming."
	"Why don't the police do anything?"
	"About what? Anyway, the police are all owned by the Countess. The
Chief is one of her most frequent visitors."
	Jack had been unconsciously rubbing his fingers together against her
clit as she spoke. Neither of them had really noticed, she because of
her fear and he because he was listening intently to her story with
one ear and listening for any sound of approaching danger with the
other.
	He noticed just then what he was doing, and noticed also that his
fingers were wet, not from any blood he'd drawn, but with a silky,
oily wetness that came from only one place. He said nothing,
continuing to rub her clitty as she lay spread out before him.
	"What does this Countess look like?"
	"She is very tall. Very strong." She gasped. "She has very short
blonde hair, though it is not her true color."
	"How long has she lived here?"
	"Several years ago she came here and purchased the castle from the
Baron de Sovnen."
	"And she's been getting these... visits since then?"
	"At first there were only craftsmen. She brought them from outside
the town and they would speak to nobody. Then the visitors started
coming. It is dangerous to speak of them."
	"Where did these craftsmen come from?"
	"From Stuttgartde."
	"What company?"
	"I do not know."
	"And they said nothing about what they did there?" He rubbed a little
harder on her clitty and Heidi sighed inaudibly. "No. They would not
talk with us at all."
	"Does the Countess have guards at her castle?"
	"Yessss," Heidi gulped, spreading her legs slightly wider. "She has
many guards. They have... they have machine-guns."
	Jack slid a finger teasingly against her slit and eased the tip in
between them, then slid it slowly up an down between her wet pussy
lips as he continued to manipulate her clitty.
	"How many people are at the castle now?"
"I... I don't uhhhh... know." she moaned.
	"Have you heard of any other girls disappearing around here?" He
pushed his fingertip into her cunt-tube proper, sliding it in to the
first joint, then the second. "A... a... few."
	"Often?"
	"No."
	"Who were they? Local?"
	"No. Always... always foreigners."
	"How many?"
	"I... I don't... maybe five or six."
	"Young, old, rich?"
	"Young, very young, teenagers, college girls, always very very pretty
ones."
	"Ah!" His finger was deep into her cunt-hole, buried to the knuckle.
Her insides were hot and slick, tugging at his finger as he slowly
eased it in and out. He pushed another finger in beside the first,
hooking them upwards and sliding them back and forth so they rubbed
against the bottom of her clit.
	Her breath was short and ragged as her eyes shifted from his face to
her groin. Jack slid his other hand up her belly to her left breast,
letting it lie atop the round swelling meat, feeling it rise and fall,
feeling her sharp, pointed nipple press into his palm, feeling her
heart hammering in her chest.
	He pushed a third finger into her cunt, stretching her pussy lips
wide as he pumped them slowly in and out.
	"Do you like that, Heidi?" he asked, as if the question was merely a
continuation of the interrogation.
	"Yesss," she sighed.
	"You're very wet."
	She blushed redly.
	He reached for his pants and quickly unsnapped them, pulling his
zipper down and taking out his cock, which had become hot and erect.
She looked at it wide eyed, her mouth open as air rushed in and out of
her chest.
	He lay down, then rolled atop her. She didn't move. Her legs stayed
stretched wide apart as if the point of the knife still dug into her
thighs. His weight came down on her and she grunted slightly, her eyes
staring into his were both frightened and excited.
	He reached down for his cock and placed the tip against her slit,
rubbing it up and down between her pussy lips, then he centered it and
pushed it into her, letting himself sink down into her belly slowly,
inch by inch, until he was balls deep inside her.
	"You like that, Heidi?" he gasped.
	"Yessssss... Ohhhh Yessss!" she whimpered.
	He kissed her, his lips pressing fully against hers, pressing her
head back into the pillow with their force. Her mouth opened and his
tongue shot inside as his hands seized her breasts and began to fondle
the malleable flesh.
	He let his cock stay buried deep in her belly and began to grind
himself against her, pressing his groin into her splayed crotch and
moving his hips in slow circles as their tongues slithered together.
She strained against the rope holding her wrists, but Jack knew
instinctively that she didn't want to be released.
	He began to pump against her then, staying deep inside her cunt-pipe
as he rutted against her in short sharp humping motions as she moaned
beneath him. His hands slid beneath her and gripped her fleshy
buttocks, jerking her up against his short thrusts.
	"Yessss... yessssss!" she sighed.
	Then he propped himself up on his elbows and began to thrust in
earnest, using the full length of his shaft as he fucked against her
with long firm strokes. His oiled cock slid in and out of her
straining pussy lips as Heidi sighed and moaned, pulling repeatedly at
the rope holding her wrists.
	He felt her pussy burning with sexual passion, felt her body shaking
and trembling beneath him as she approached orgasm. He hammered his
cock down into her tight seeping sex, slamming his pubic bone against
her crotch as he rutted her.
	She threw her head back and strained hard against the ropes, which
dug painfully hard into her wrists. She jerked her loind up against
him, wanting his cock deep inside her as she flew into her climax. Her
body trembled and shook and her head thudded back against the pillow
repeatedly.
	Jack felt the cum being sucked right out of his cock, like a
voracious vacuum on a straw it bubbled out of his balls, down his long
cockshaft and spewed out into the pit of her hungry sex, foaming and
bubbling with hot salty seeds.

	Amber had progressed faster than Devon. Her mind, less strong, less
confident, less intelligent for that matter, was easy prey for Freda
and her colleagues. Now she stood against the wall, shivering slightly
in anticipation as the customers looked over the girls.
	She wore the same studded leather collar around her neck. The collar
was thick and wide, making it difficult to look down. She wore similar
bracelets and anklets, each of which was studded and locked by a small
key, and each of which had a small, strong ring of steel so they could
be easily fastened and tied.
	She wore a bright green G-string that barely covered her shaved sex.
Her large round breasts were nude so they could be better appreciated.
In addition to the rings on her collar, anklets and bracelets, she had
three others.
	At her final session the previous day, she had been fitted with rings
through her pussy lips and nipples. She herself had cupped each round
breast, squeezing it out to make the meat balloon and swell, and her
nipple stick out.
	Freda had seized each nipple tip with a pair of pliers, squeezing the
metal down hard to produce an agonizing burning pain in the shivering
brunette. Then she had slowly stuck the thin needle through the end of
the nipple, piercing it.
	Small gold rings were placed in the holes to protect from infection.
They were only for when she was alone however. Now that she was on
display they had been replaced by large gold rings, each more than an
inch wide.
	Her body had screamed in pain and pleasure when Freda had stabbed the
needle through her nipple. When she'd done it to her second nipple
Amber had cum with a trembling, shaking fury. She had cum again as the
needle was pushed through her pussy lips.
	She stood straight, her chest pushed out and her legs slightly apart.
A wide welcome smile was on her full red lips, and her eyes were wide
and friendly. Her long brown hair showered about her shoulder like
silk, framing her pretty face.
	There were a dozen other girls standing around waiting the three
men's choice. All were lovely. All had the same smiles and welcome
eyes. All would do anything, absolutely anything that was ordered.
Most were barely into adulthood. One was a young lawyer of
twenty-nine, her arrogance crushed with her spirit.
	Not all of the girls were clad as Amber was. Some wore shimmering,
translucent silk. Some sore tight, binding teddies and corsets. Some
were in leather.
	One girl was almost encased in leather. She wore thigh high leather
boots with long heels, elbow length leather gloves, leather G-string
and halter. The halter had two thin round holes so her breasts stuck
straight out in bulging round fleshy sacks. Her entire head was
covered in tight leather, leaving only her eyes visible through small
slits. There was a zipper where her mouth would be, but it was closed.
	One of the men pointed to Amber and her smile lengthened. She walked
over to him, looking up with longing into his stern blue eyes. He was
tall and thin, with thinning grey hair and a tight, pinched mouth. She
knew he wanted to hurt her and fought to keep from squeezing her
thighs together.
	"Come," he said, his accent thick. He turned his back on her and
strode out of the room. Amber quickly followed, hurrying along in his
wake, eyes demurely downcast. They moved down a wide hall to an open
door and went inside. The room was wide and equipped with many things,
not excluding a big brass bed.
	He pushed the thickly padded door closed and turned to gaze angrily
at her.
	"Sit there." he said, pointing to a low bench. She quickly did as he
ordered, keeping her legs apart as she'd been instructed.
	"Lie back and abuse yourself."
	She was caught a little at first, but then realized he wanted her to
masturbate. She smiled happily. She could do that!
	She began to fondle her breasts, doing it as she'd been shown, so he
could see as much of her breast as possible. One of her hands slid up
and down her belly and then into her groin, which she cupped and
rubbed.
	Slowly she began to dip her finger in and out of her sex, rubbing at
her clitty. Her finger pushed deeper, and was joined by a second, then
a third. She continued to play with her breasts, twisting the nipples,
squeezing the rubbery flesh, pressing her fingers deep into the soft
meat.
	She arched her back and moaned realistically. Beginning to feel her
arousal in reality. Her fingers rubbed quickly, the heat in her pussy
burning higher and higher with each passing second.
	"Stop!" he said. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes and pulled her
hands away. She was panting heavily.
	"Come here."
	She walked over to where he stood in the center of the room. There
were chains hanging from pulleys above them. They were set up so that
a girl could be hung in any number of ways.
	The man fastened one to each of her bracelets than pushed the buttons
that worked the pulleys. Amber's arms were pulled up and apart until
she stood on her tiptoes. Then she was lifted free of the floor
altogether, hanging by her wrists a foot above the stone.
	She whimpered softly, pain and pleasure swirling.
	He stood in front of her, still taller than her despite her elevated
height. His hands reached out and cupped her breasts, then his fingers
squeezed brutally tight, twisting the sensitive flesh cruelly. She
whined and shook, her breasts flaring with agony. Her pussy burned
anew with the pain.
	He let go and moved against the wall, where an assortment of articles
hung. He pulled down a long bull whip, then reconsidered and placed it
back on its peg. Instead he pulled down a cat o' nine tails and a thin
cane.
	He walked over to Amber, who trembled fearfully. He moved behind her,
setting down the cat and hefting the cane. He slashed it back and
forth a couple of times, hearing the satisfying hiss as it cut the
air.
	He gazed down at the girl's lovely rounded buttocks and smiled
cruelly. They would not be so smooth and white when he was finished.
His name was Gunther. He was in his late sixties, but still strong,
and still full of hate for Americans.
	In his late teens, he had been in the SS, and had never recovered
from the humiliation of Germany's surrender to the degenerate
Americans. He hated them more than he hated anything, except Jews of
course. He hated Jews more than even Americans.
	The countess had been kind enough to provide him with several young
Israeli girls, each of whom he had brutally tortured and raped to
death.
	It was an expensive hobby, but one which kept him occupied and happy.
Right now, he was waiting for another Jew. The Countess promised one
was en route and would arrive in a few days. Until then, he would have
his pleasure with this sluttish American girl...
	He brought the cane cracking down against Amber's buttocks, sending
her lower body jerking forward as she screamed in pain. An angry red
line appeared across her twin cheeks. Gunther gazed at it in
satisfaction. The cane lashed out again, and again and again, each
time producing a howling shriek of agony from the girl and a nasty red
welt on her round fleshy buttocks.
	Each time he felt the cane smash into her sweet flesh, his cock
hardened more. Each scream raised the intensity of his pleasure. He
slammed the cane against he bottom again, rocking her forward and
causing another agonized shriek to echo through the room.
	Gasping, he dropped the cane and moved against the girl. His hand
felt her ravaged buttocks, felt them almost pulsing with heat and
pain. He dropped his pants and brought his own red hot erection up
against her flesh, rubbing it against her cheeks.
	Then he centered the point against her anus and pushed hard, forcing
it through her tight sphincter and up into her rectum. She whimpered
and groaned, the burning pain of her buttocks dazing her with its
intensity, yet still the pleasure was there, heady, glorious, rising
with each blow until now it was on the edge of a precipice.
	The hard male cock stabbed up into her bottom and pushed her over the
edge. She grunted and moaned, her body dancing in it's bonds as she
rutted back against Gunther. He cursed and snarled, ramming his cock
deep up her anus, his hands like steel bands on her thighs, pulling
them apart as he tore his cock in and out of her rectum.
	Her anus clamped around his cock, sucking and chewing on it as the
orgasm tore through her. He reamed her out, his cock a brutal plough
as it jammed in and out of her little hole, churning her anal tube
into a frothing bubbling stewpot.
	In less than a minute his cock sprayed out his white sperm, spurting
it up into the depths of her bowels as his cock pumped repeatedly. He
clung to her, his hands around her now, clutching her fat tits in a
death grip.
	He relaxed and pulled back, his cock softening. He gazed at the half
conscious girl hanging there and his lip curled into a sneer. He
reached across the cane, sitting on a table, and picked up the cat,
moving back slightly and raising it.

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