The Tempted Tourist by Mary Jenkins


Chapter 1


Jill Duncan shifted restlessly in her reclining airline seat, the 
blanket that the stewardess had given her in New York slipping in a 
tangled heap down her long shapely legs. For a moment she hovered 
between sleeping and waking, then fell back into her dream. The loud 
whirr of the jet engines became the excited buzz of spectators in a 
crowded courtroom, and she herself was sitting in the defense 
attorney's chair staring at the prosecutor in front of her. He was 
shouting, "True or false? True or false? Tea or coffee?" And when she 
didn't answer he began shaking her arm, repeating, "Tea or coffee?"

Jill groaned, not understanding his question, and then the courtroom 
abruptly faded as she opened her eyes to stare around the jet in 
confusion. A well-dressed man seated beside her was gently shaking her 
and speaking the words she'd heard in her dream, and a wide-awake and 
smiling stewardess was standing in the aisle with two steaming silver 
pots and a cart full of cups and saucers.

"Coffee," she muttered, rubbing her eyes and pushing her tousled red 
hair out of her face. Groggily accepting the plastic tray containing a 
cup of coffee, a glass of orange juice, and a sweet roll, Jill turned 
to smile at the man beside her.

"Gosh, I was really dead to the world. Thanks for waking me up."

"Well, I thought you might be hungry if you missed breakfast. You fell 
asleep before they served dinner last night."

Jill gulped down the hot coffee and began to feel fully awake. She 
glanced at the man out of the corner of her eye, noting that he was 
handsome with curly blond hair and blue eyes. His English was perfect, 
but a slight foreign accent prevented him from sounding like an 
American. He must be Scandinavian, she decided, and maybe he'd be able 
to tell her some interesting things about northern Europe. This excited 
the young redhead much more than his rugged good looks, for she prided 
herself on being scholarly rather than silly and romantic.

"Excuse me, but are you Scandinavian?" she asked him politely.

"You can tell by my accent?" he said with a little laugh. "I have 
studied the English language for ten years in school, but still I have 
an accent."

Jill was afraid she had insulted him. "Oh, no, you speak very good 
English," she reassured him. "I just wondered if you knew anything 
about Denmark. I'm going there to live for a year, you see."

"Let me welcome you to our little land," he smiled. I'm glad she's not 
just another tourist, he was thinking to himself. This girl's built 
like a bomb, and I'd like to know her better ... much better. "Will you 
be staying in Copenhagen?"

"Yes, I'll be working with the university there," Jill replied.

"I'm also from Copenhagen---I've lived there all my life. By the way, 
my name's Erik Mortensen."

"I'm Jill Duncan," the curvaceous redhead said, dimpling and then 
smiling. "Please tell me about Copenhagen!"

Erik stared at her intently, taking particular note of the way her 
tailored blouse had become unbuttoned in her sleep to reveal two 
perfectly shaped breasts, their full white mounds thrusting up proudly 
from the tight-fitting white cotton brassiere. "First I will teach you 
the most important word in Danish," he smiled, raising his plastic cup 
of orange juice toward her.

"Skal!"

"Skal?" Diligent student that she was, Jill Duncan had bought Danish 
records and a language book when she learned that she had received a 
fellowship to study law in Copenhagen. But that word hadn't been in the 
lessons.

"Yes, it means 'cheers', and you must hold up your glass, touch it to 
mine, and look into my eyes," Erik instructed, staring deeply into the 
young girl's green eyes as she repeated, "Skal!"

"Attention please, ladies and gentlemen. We are now beginning our 
descent and in a few minutes we will be landing in Copenhagen. Please 
fasten your seatbelts and refrain from smoking as soon as the sign in 
front of you is lighted up."

Jill Duncan, surprised that the flight was already nearly over, turned 
to stare out of the window on her right. A few streaks of pink sunrise 
lingered on the horizon, but the rest of the sky was clear and blue and 
promised perfect early summer weather. Far below, she saw the deeper 
blue ocean with its whitecaps bobbing up and down like small silver-
white sailboats.

"The flight seemed so short!" she exclaimed to the friendly young man 
beside her, obediently fastening her seatbelt as she spoke.

"No wonder!" he laughed. "You've been sleeping like a baby ever since 
we left New York."

"Well, I didn't want to be dead on my feet when I got to Copenhagen, so 
I took two sleeping pills," Jill explained. "I want to be able to get 
right to work."

"To work? I thought you were a student?" Mortensen asked.

"I am, I'm researching criminal law, and I received a grant to study 
crime in Denmark," the voluptuous redhead replied somewhat proudly. "I 
consider that work."

"It sounds very interesting. But wouldn't you be better off studying 
crime in New York? I just spent two weeks there on business, and it 
seemed much more dangerous to me than peaceful Copenhagen."

"That's just the point!" Jill exclaimed, her voice taking on the tone 
of a university lecturer as she began to speak of her scholastic 
studies. "I want to observe just how and why your society is so much 
less violent than American society, and what effect Danish laws have 
had on the criminal mentality in your country. The recorded facts show, 
for example, that when Denmark repealed the laws against pornography, 
your sexual crimes decreased a statistically significant degree, and 
..." She broke off in sudden confusion as she realized that her blouse 
was undone, and that this handsome young Danish man was staring 
intently at the cleavage of her shamelessly revealed breasts. "Exexcuse 
me," the curvaceous student stammered in embarrassment. "I think I'll 
just run back to the ladies' room and freshen up a bit." Her cheeks 
flaming, she squeezed awkwardly past him, more perturbed than ever as 
she felt his knees intently pressing against her firm young thighs.

Erik Mortensen smiled quietly to himself as he stared with unabashed 
interest at her gently swaying buttocks which were undulating in 
unconscious provocation beneath her short skirt as she hurried down the 
aisle. Like so many of the American girls he'd met during his frequent 
trips to the United States, she seemed ashamed and fearful of her own 
sexuality. Well, she'd change her ideas soon enough in Denmark, he was 
certain of that. And he was also sure that he'd do his utmost to help 
instigate that change!

In the tiny toilet cubicle at the rear of the airliner, Jill stared at 
herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were still burning at the thought of 
what Mr. Mortensen must think of her---he would certainly imagine that 
she was one of those cheap girls who believed in displaying their 
bodies to attract men. Then she tossed her long auburn hair proudly. 
Well, she wasn't one of those girls, and she would continue to act 
serious and polite to prove that fact to him. Working slowly so that 
she'd have plenty of time to regain her composure, the attractive 
twenty-two year old carefully cleansed her smooth fair skin and applied 
a light touch of lipstick to her full sensuous lips. Sometimes Jill 
wished that she hadn't been so generously endowed with good looks, for 
it only made things more difficult for her. Most men simply couldn't 
believe that a lovely young girl like herself could be more interested 
in her scholastic career than in their persistent attention. They 
invariably tended to stare at her long shapely legs, gently flaring 
buttocks, and proud high-set breasts when she was trying to discuss 
something serious with them, and she'd learned to steel herself against 
feeling flustered and confused by their not-so-very-well-disguised 
interest in her body. As far as Jill Duncan was concerned, her 
classically molded face and voluptuous body were merely handicaps to 
the intellectual development of her mind.

By the time she returned to her seat, refusing to react to Erik's 
tight-pressing knee as she squeezed past him, the red "No Smoking" sign 
was flashing. The excited young redhead peered eagerly out the window, 
surprised to see how very different the Danish countryside looked from 
the New England scenery she had grown up with. Instead of neat rows of 
white frame houses separated by white picket fences, that were so 
characteristic of American countryside, the Danish houses were painted 
in bright shades of gold and blue, and all the roofs seemed to be made 
of a red tile that gleamed in the bright sunlight.

"Oh, I'm so excited!" she exclaimed.

"Me, too," he agreed. "I'm always glad to come home. Traveling is all 
right, but I'm happiest here in Copenhagen."

Now they were flying over low red brick apartment houses, and the 
airplane was steadily falling lower and lower.

"Where are you staying?" Erik asked. "Some friends delivered my car to 
the airport parking lot, and I'd be glad to give you a lift into town."

"Oh, I don't have anything planned," Jill answered. "I didn't want to 
waste money on a hotel, so I thought I'd start to look for an apartment 
of my own right away."

"I'm afraid that's not going to be very easy," the blond man warned 
her. "It's almost impossible to find flats in the center of town, 
especially if you don't know anyone. And if you go to an agency for 
help, you'll pay a lot more than you would have at a cheap hotel. But 
it's too late to think of that now, I guess. All the hotels are full 
this time of the year. Why, you'll find kids sleeping in all the 
parks."

"Oh no!" Jill exclaimed, a worried frown creasing her pretty face. She 
had just enough money to rent a cheap apartment, to eat, and to buy the 
necessary books and supplies for her studies. If she had to hand over a 
lot of money to an agency, she might have to give up eating until next 
month's check arrived. "Is it really that bad?" she asked in a sober 
voice.

"I'm afraid so. It's hard enough to find a place to live even during 
the winter, but in June the city's flooded with tourists." Erik 
Mortensen enjoyed watching the independent girl's self-composed mask 
crumble to pieces and delighted in her new found vulnerability. "But 
maybe I can do something for you ..."

"Oh, Mr. Mortensen, I wouldn't want you to go to any trouble," she 
protested weakly.

"No trouble at all! I was just thinking of the building where I lived 
when I was a student. The landlady's an old friend of my family's, and 
if there's anything available I'm sure she'd let you have it if I come 
around with you. It's nothing fancy, but it's only three hundred kroner 
a month and ten minutes walk from the university." He paused, then 
grinned, "And please don't call me 'Mr. Mortensen'---it makes me feel 
like an old man!"

"Okay, Erik," Jill smiled thankfully. "It sounds just perfect! I'm so 
grateful to you."

There was a sudden slight bump as the plane landed, causing the young 
girl's heart to leap in a joyous thrill of anticipation. She was about 
to set foot for the first time on European soil, about to start a new 
life!

In a daze of excitement she followed Erik out of the plane and down a 
confusing maze of corridors to the baggage and customs area. Though she 
didn't like to admit it to herself, the usually self-reliant girl 
realized that she would have felt lost without the handsome blond man 
there to lead the way and carry her heavy book-laden suitcase. As she 
listened to the voices around her babbling in strange-sounding Danish, 
she knew that her language records with their slow, well-pronounced 
phrases had been of very little real use. Jill turned in bewilderment 
to the helpful English-speaking Dane waiting beside her in the quick-
moving customs line.

Just as they were approaching the custom booth, the line came to a 
standstill.

"A couple damn Arabs," Erik said, peering toward the head of the line. 
"Probably carrying dope."

Jill watched curiously as, after a long conversation in Danish and 
Turkish, two dark-complexioned men were led away by uniformed 
officials. Though she had, of course, read about the drug problem, the 
attractive student had never actually encountered anything except a 
little marijuana smoking in her quiet New England college, and the 
thought of smuggling narcotics all seemed fascinatingly wicked to the 
innocent young girl.

"Anything to declare?" the man behind the booth asked Erik, startling 
Jill out of her reverie. The custom official's eyes focused with 
obvious interest on her long slender legs, and she was annoyed to feel 
herself blushing.

"One bottle of whiskey and one carton of cigarettes," the well-built 
blond man answered smoothly.

Turning quickly to Jill, the official looked at the one-year student 
visa stamped in her brand new passport and smiled. "Have a good stay in 
Denmark!" he said, waving them on.

And then, after another tangle of corridors, they found themselves 
standing in the warm sunshine, climbing into Erik's little car, and 
driving down the highway toward Copenhagen.

"Got away with three bottles of whiskey and four cartons of 
cigarettes!" Erik boasted. "But that's against the law!" Jill gasped.

"Well, here in Denmark there's a 100% tax on alcohol and cigarettes, so 
we don't quite take that law quite so seriously," he said.

The auburn-haired law student supposed that she ought to be shocked; 
after all, telling a lie to a custom's official was a crime. But the 
handsome Dane was grinning at her with such infectious glee that she 
had to smile back.

"Wow! If I'd known that, I'd have bought some duty-free cigarettes at 
Kennedy International. I guess I'll have to give up smoking."

"Take one of my cartons," he offered. "And one of the bottles of 
whiskey too."

"Oh, I couldn't do that!"

"Please. I'm going to Munich in two weeks, so I'll be able to get some 
more. Besides, I owe you a favor That customs official might have 
opened my bags if he hadn't been so busy staring at your legs."

Although this was just the sort of remark that Jill resented, and in 
spite of her reservations about accepting smuggled goods, she didn't 
quite know how to refuse his offer. He was being so very kind to her, 
and she didn't want to seem rude.

"Thank you," she murmured at last, thinking to herself as she spoke: 
Just this once---this will be the first and last time I ever break a 
law.

It seemed no time at all before they reached the center of Copenhagen 
with its copper-spired townhall and crowded square. A few blocks 
farther on, past a little park with a small lake filled with ducks and 
swans, Erik turned onto a winding cobblestone side street.

"Here we are," he said. "It's good to be back in Copenhagen after New 
York's traffic. Let's go meet Fru Larsen and see if she's got a Rat for 
you."

Fru Larsen, a plump, gray-haired woman with a cheerful smile, did 
indeed have an empty apartment in the old five-story building. "The 
couple that lived there went on a holiday to the country last week," 
she explained, "and just two days ago they wrote me a letter and said 
that they had decided to stay there. Isn't that lucky for you!"

The three of theta made their way up a dark narrow flight of wooden 
steps to the top floor where the landlady fitted a key into one of the 
three doors in the hallway. The flat was tiny and sparsely furnished, 
but it was scrupulously clean. Sunshine streamed in through the large 
windows of the single room, making it seem cheerful in spite of the 
threadbare carpet and shabby bedspread. Beyond this room there was a 
miniature kitchen and a tiny room containing the toilet.

"A toilet, that's great!" Erik exclaimed. "There weren't any toilets 
when I lived here."

"We put them in two years ago. And I'm afraid the rent went up, too, 
it's four hundred kroner a month now," the landlady apologized.

"This is just perfect!" Jill said happily. She was so grateful to find 
a place to live without any trouble that another hundred kroner didn't 
bother her at all. -Quickly figuring in her head, she realized that the 
rent was only about $75, which she could easily manage. "Can I move in 
right away?"

"Of course, dear. And if you have any questions about anything, just 
ask me. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got some cakes in the oven."

As the older woman's heavy footsteps echoed down the stairs, Erik 
turned to the excited redhead. "Well, do you like it?" he asked.

"Oh, I love it!" Jill cried. "I, I can't thank you enough, Mr. ... uh 
... Erik."

"My pleasure," he said, thinking that when he managed to get into her 
hot little pussy he'd be amply repaid for all his efforts. But not too 
fast! he cautioned himself. I'll wait until she wants it, and that 
shouldn't be very long if I'm clever about it. His restlessly stirring 
penis gave a little lurch, creating a noticeable bulge in his tight-
fitting trousers. Somehow this voluptuous yet naive young American girl 
whom he planned to seduce excited him much more than his many Danish 
girl friends, all of whom were more than willing to go to bed with him 
whenever he pleased.

"Now how about seeing something of the town? We can have lunch, and 
then I'll show you one of those porno shops you mentioned."

Jill only hesitated for an instant, then nodded. "Okay, but just let me 
get out of these clothes, I feel all dirty and rumpled. I'll just be a 
moment."

Quickly tugging open the small suitcase which Erik had lugged up the 
stairs for her, the attractive young redhead pulled out a clean skirt 
and underwear and hurried into the kitchen. She stood naked before the 
sink, waiting for the water to run hot and listening to the foreign 
sounds of three youngsters yelling to one another in Danish from the 
courtyard below. How strange everything was! She didn't feel at all 
like her usual self. Just the very idea of visiting a pornography shop 
with a near-stranger would have been unthinkable to hear back in New 
England---though, of course, it was necessary now for her research, and 
she was grateful not to have to go into a shop alone.

Even stranger was the fact that she was allowing herself to undress in 
an apartment with a man just beyond the door. She'd never thought she'd 
do that again, not after what had happened to her the last time, but 
somehow she felt so differently here in Denmark that even this seemed 
all right.

That other time ... that other time>.O the thought reverberated in her 
mind and she felt herself drifting backward in time ...

*  *  *

It had happened two months ago, at the little college in New England 
that now seemed so far away that Jill wasn't quite sure it really 
existed. She'd come home late from her gymnastics class, and had just 
finished her shower when Jeff, her ex-boyfriend, arrived for their date 
to hear a lecture being given by a visiting Supreme Court judge.

Unthinkingly, she answered the door in her robe, and immediately 
realized it was a bad mistake when Jeff grabbed at her with 
unaccustomed ardor and kissed her on the lips.

"Wow!" he whistled. "You ought to answer the door like this more 
often!"

"I'll be ready in a moment," Jill replied coolly, attempting to pull 
away from his strong embrace and escape to the bathroom.

"Don't rush, baby, I like you fine just like this!" he leered. "Jeff! 
What's the matter with you tonight?"

"What's the matter? You're the matter, Jill. You're so goddamn sexy 
sometimes that it drives me insane not to be able to touch you!"

"We've discussed this matter before, Jeff," she said sternly, still 
trying to pull away from him.

"Yeah, sure we have, but I still don't hear any satisfactory answers," 
the frustrated young law student retorted. "Are you going to marry me 
or not? If you are, then what are we waiting for? Honestly, Jill, I 
can't take this frustration much longer ..."

"I've told you before that I don't want to think about marriage until I 
have my degree," the scantily-clad redhead answered. "I enjoy being 
with you, but I don't want to get too serious."

"But, damn it all, if you won't marry met then at least you could 
really enjoy being with me You must be the only senior on this campus 
who's still a fucking virgin!"

"That's not true! There are plenty of other girls around here who 
believe that a woman should be pure for her husband. And if sex is as 
fantastic as you say, then surely it's worth waiting for." She spoke 
more vehemently than she'd meant to, trying to deny the unwanted 
thrills of pleasure that shot through her body as her boy friend's 
hands massaged the supple flesh close to her sensitive breasts.

Jeff thought he could detect a slight relaxation of the redhead's 
voluptuous body, and decided to soften his tactics. "You know I don't 
want to fight with you, honey. I do understand how you feel, but I just 
can't believe you're right. It feels so good to touch your beautiful 
body, how can it be wrong?"

Jill shook her damp curls confusedly, not quite sure of herself and 
tweaked teasingly at the tiny nipples. "It's just wrong ..." she 
finally muttered.

"But there's nothing wrong with a little kiss, is there?" the excited 
college man asked in a soft, convincing tone, pulling her down on the 
narrow bed beside him without releasing his hold on her lushly ripened 
breasts. It I can just get her hot enough, he plotted, maybe she'll let 
me go all the way. She just has to, or I'm going to cum right in my 
jeans.

Jill felt his long moist tongue prodding insistently into her own 
unresisting mouth. Almost without knowing what she was doing, she found 
her own meeting his, and stabbing lewdly into his warm mouth, sending 
rampant thrills of intense desire coursing through her entire half-
naked body. Even though she knew she ought to stop him now before he 
got too excited, Jill just couldn't seem to make the effort. Just 
another minute more, she promised herself. Then I'll stop him.

But one minute became five, and before she knew what was happening she 
was lying below Jeff's muscular body on the bed. Somehow he'd managed 
to undo the loose robe she had been wearing and was kissing her nakedly 
quivering breasts, first one and then the other, his hard hot tongue 
spiking her nipples to a tingling erection that sent electric surges of 
sensation running from the tips of her bare toes to the top of her 
skull.

"No, Jeff, no ... we mustn't ... we ... "Mmmmmmmmmmhhhhh!" The innocent 
college girl's weak protests melted into a groan of ecstasy as his 
strong teeth fastened on her left, biting first softly, then harder as 
his hands continued to squeeze at the firm flesh of her ripe young 
breasts.

"God, Jill, your tits are so soft ... so warm! They feel so good!"

The aroused redhead shook her head mutely, not wanting to admit even to 
herself that his depraved sucking of her excitedly tingling breasts 
felt good. "No, Jeff, we ... we have to stop!" she managed to say in an 
unconvincing voice which the boy completely ignored.

His hands were running down along her rib cage now, caressing the flat 
silken flesh of her belly, and then---oh God no! entwining themselves 
in the forbidden "vee" of her pubic hair. Jill knew she had to do 
something fast, but when she tried to speak the words somehow changed 
to a moan of helpless pleasure.

"Ooooooooooh, ahhhhhh," she moaned in mindless bliss as his finger 
stroked along the sensitive wet slit of her virginal little pussy and 
rubbed in teasing circles around the quivering bud of her clitoris. Oh 
God! She's done this same thing to herself dozens of times in the past, 
but not once had it ever felt as good as this!

For a moment Jill's mind cleared, and she gasped out, "No! Stop! 
Stop!", but it was no use. His lewd titillating finger merely swirled 
across the erect clitoris even more eagerly, then pushed through the 
moistened lips of her pulsing vagina. I can't let him do this, it's 
wrong terribly wrong! her mind cried in silent warning. But her body, 
as though following the commands of a brain of its own, began to twitch 
and squirm in helpless abandon, and her long legs spread wider to give 
him freer access to her wet, throbbing pussy.

"Can't wait any longer, baby," Jeff groaned, jerking his finger roughly 
from her heated vaginal flesh and hurriedly unzipping his jeans. "Gotta 
fuck you now!"

His sudden withdrawal from her hotly pulsating cunt and the obscene 
words he uttered so shocked the young co-ed that she didn't realize he 
had unfastened his fly until she felt the urgently pulsing cock-head 
pressed against her naked thigh. Then she shuddered, jolted at last 
from her unwanted erotic arousal.

"NO! NO! YOU CAN'T!" Jill cried out, as she stiffened her body and 
tried to move away from him, clamping her thighs together in an 
involuntary motion of protection.

"Open your legs!" Jeff gasped, clawing cruelly at the tender flesh of 
her inner thighs with talon-like fingers. "Goddamn it, Jill, I can't 
wait! Open your legs!"

"Nooooooooo! Get away, get away from me!" the now-frightened girl 
wailed in near-hysteria. "NO! Nooooooooooo!" The voluptuous redhead's 
tight-pressing thighs had trapped his invading penis between them, but 
her fear-tensed muscles squeezing this blood-inflated cock-head only 
served to enflame his already uncontrollable lust for her.

Jill felt her boy friend's body buck and jerk above her own nakedly 
cringing loins, felt his long hard penis ramming back and forth between 
her tightly clamped thighs, heard obscenities spew from his mouth in 
incoherent gasps. Then, much to her horror, his wildly throbbing cock 
began spurting out gushes of hot thick sperm all over her trembling 
thighs. Jill lay completely still, trying desperately to suppress the 
strange sensation of regret that spread throughout her unsatisfied 
body. Thank God I stopped him before something awful happened, she told 
herself, and by the time Jeff raised himself off her body to glare at 
her in undisguised anger, she'd succeeded in convincing herself that 
this was what she really felt.

"Goddamn it, Jill!" Jeff exclaimed, rising to his feet with his rapidly 
deflating penis still held in one hand. "What the hell did you make me 
do that for?"

"Why don't you go get a towel and clean up the mess you've made," she 
replied in a cold voice.

"You bitch!" he raged. "You frigid cock-teasing bitch!"

"If that's the way you feel about me, then maybe you'd better leave," 
she said, close to tears as she rose from the rumpled bed and drew her 
robe tightly around her swollen and suddenly aching breasts.

"You bet your life I'm leaving! I'd rather be with a five-buck whore 
than a cold slab of meat like you!" He glared at her with what seemed 
to be a burning hatred as he yanked up his jeans and started for the 
door.

"And don't bother coming back!" Jill defiantly called after him, Jeff's 
harsh words wounding her more deeply than she would ever admit.

"That'll be a pleasure, baby!" he yelled over his shoulder as he 
slammed the door behind him.

Hot stinging tears sprang to Jill's green eyes as she listened to 
Jeff's footsteps clattering down the stairs and heard his motor gunning 
and tires squealing as he sped away. Steeling herself against the 
tremors of frustration that now were shaking and rippling through her 
body, she took a second shower, downed some sleeping pills, and fell 
into a restless sleep.

She'd seen Jeff only once after that evening---at the International Law 
exam. Jill turned immediately away when she saw he was sitting next to 
a petite blonde nicknamed "Hot Pants Susie". Good riddance she told 
herself, forcing back the unexplained hot tears that fell, one after 
another, on her examination paper ...

*  *  *

With a jolt of surprise, Jill realized that she'd been standing in her 
new kitchen staring with unseeing eyes at the running tap for over a 
minute. Quickly picking up her washcloth, she began sponging her body 
with vigorous strokes as if she were trying to scrub away the 
disturbing memories. All that's in the past, the twenty-two year old 
redhead told herself firmly. Now you're here in Denmark, starting a new 
life, and you won't make the mistake of trusting a man and letting him 
get too close to you again. This thought reassured her, and by the time 
she'd pulled on her white cotton brassiere, bikini panties, and her 
clean navy blue checked mini-skirt and navy top, she was humming a 
little tune to herself.

Erik, who had been peering through the bead-curtained doorway leading 
from the kitchen to the main room with great curiosity while the 
voluptuous naked American girl stood as if in a trance before the sink, 
had prudently moved back from the doorway and was staring out the front 
windows when Jill reappeared.

"You look lovely," he said, smiling warmly at the pretty redhead. But 
in his mind's eye he was seeing not her neatly clad body, but the 
white-skinned, gracefully curving buttocks and firm youthful thighs 
that he'd watched in the kitchen five minutes ago. Goddamn, this girl 
was really fantastic! He thanked his lucky stars for having been 
fortunate enough to sit next to something as nice as this on the SAS 
flight, rather than the overweight businessman or talkative little old 
lady he usually encountered on airplanes.

"Come on, let's go. I'm dying for a real Danish beer after two weeks in 
New York. Let's have lunch first, then go see that porno shop, all 
right?"

"Sounds wonderful," Jill agreed. She was feeling in high spirits, her 
unpleasant memories canceled out by the fact that Erik hadn't tried to 
bother her while she was dressing in the kitchen. European men must be 
different, she thought thankfully. Erik seemed to be a real man, not a 
silly college boy like Jeff had been.

They made their way down the steep stairway and out into the bright 
sunshine.

That's the library," Erik gestured toward a new, three-story building 
across the street. "They have lots of books in English too, Elation and 
other things. Come on, let's walk that way. It's no use taking the car, 
there'll be no place to park it."

Jill looked around her in wide-eyed fascination as they strolled down 
the cobblestone street lined on either side by small shops interspersed 
with large buildings that Erik told her belonged to the university. It 
all seemed clean and peaceful, and she knew that she was going to like 
living in Copenhagen. They came to a small canal where several old 
women were vending fresh fish, turned a corner and found themselves at 
a restaurant.

Inside it was dark and cozy with wooden tables crowded with people and 
a delicious smell of cooking food. Jill suddenly realized that she was 
ravenously hungry and thirsty.

"Two Elephants," Erik said to the waiter in Danish.

"Elephants?" Jill laughed. "Did you really ask for two elephants?"

"That's a kind of beer," he explained with a smile. "You'll like it, I 
think."

Jill did indeed like it. She gulped it down quickly, and Erik 
immediately ordered two more bottles with their meal, a giant plate of 
Tartar Steak---which was only raw meat ground up and topped with 
onions, capers, and a raw egg.

"We say in Denmark that this raw meat makes you sexy," Erik said, 
glancing hungrily at Jill's full upthrust breasts pressing enticingly 
against the thin fabric of her cotton shirt.

The auburn-haired girl was too dizzy from the two powerful beers to be 
offended by his remark, as she normally would have been, and just 
smiled absentmindedly.

"Another beer before we go?" the attractive blond man suggested, 
ordering them before she had time to object.

By the time the couple left the restaurant, Jill was feeling more 
relaxed than she had in months. She was unused to alcohol, and the 
three unexpectedly strong beers had made her half-drunk. Now the 
prospect of visiting a porn shop seemed pleasurable rather than an 
ordeal. It would be fun!

The restaurant was only a couple blocks from something that Erik called 
the "Walking Street", a mile-long pavement lined with shops where no 
cars were allowed. Thick crowds milled down the street, and many cafes 
and restaurants had seats out on the sidewalk where people basked in 
the sun, watching the parade of pedestrians Jill immediately spotted 
three large signs reading, "Sexy Shop", "Porno World", and "Sex Land". 
Born and bred in rural New England, the young woman had never been 
exposed to pornography in all her twenty-two years. Somehow she'd 
imagined that pornography shops like this were only found in dark slum-
quarter streets, and she was relieved to find that this store was right 
in the center of town, flanked by an expensive jewelry shop on one side 
and a bakery on the other. Even more relieved by the fact that none of 
the passers-by seemed to take any notice of the sex shop's customers, 
she followed Erik though the doors of "Porno World".

The store was crowded with customers speaking in a babble of languages. 
On the walls hung row after row of color magazines, and the ceiling was 
hung with erotic posters. Loud rock music issued from hidden speakers, 
its insistent beat seeming to pound in the intoxicated young redhead's 
bloodstream.

"Gosh... I don't know quite where to begin," she murmured to Erik.

"Why don't you just look around? I'll pick out some of the really good 
stuff for you," he suggested, and she gratefully agreed.

The rack beside her was crammed with magazines labeled. Color Climax, 
each with a different illustration on the glossy cover. Although no one 
seemed to be noticing her, Jill felt too embarrassed to actually pick 
one up and look through it. Still, even the covers were pretty wild. 
One that particularly caught her eye showed a pair of lovely young 
girls draped nakedly over a couple of large motorcycles with two 
muscular leather-clad males approaching menacingly, their enormous 
cocks held in their hands. A lewd little thrill of arousal rose 
unbidden down between her legs, and she quickly turned away to stare at 
the ceiling. Just above her head was a poster divided into twelve 
sections, each one representing a different astrological sign 
illustrated by a sexual position. Dazedly, Jill picked out her own 
sign, Scorpio, and gazed in stunned disbelief at the seemingly 
impossible contortion of the nakedly entwined couple. God! Did people 
really do things like that? What would it feel like to be that woman on 
the poster?

The inexperienced redhead sensed an uncomfortable moisture spreading 
into the vee of her tight white cotton panties. She again fixed her 
eyes on the rack of magazines. This time her attention was caught by 
one where a naked, sun-bronzed brunette was hungrily sucking a black 
man's gigantic erect penis into her ovalled pink lips.

It's perverted! It's sick! Jill told herself. But in spite of anything 
she could do, the prurient flames of illicit desire surged with ever-
increasing urgency through her belly. This unwanted physical reaction 
frightened her; she liked to think that she was in complete control of 
herself at all times, but right now she felt strangely vulnerable.

"Hey, you should see the things they've got over at the counter," Erik 
was suddenly pulling on her arm, directing her attention toward the 
glass-encased display case containing bizarre clothing, little whips, 
and dildos.

"Ohhhhhhh!" Jill gasped involuntarily, more shocked and aroused than 
ever. Somehow these lewd objects seemed even more obscene than any 
picture, people actually bought these things and used them! The very 
idea took her breath away. Her wide-open green eyes focused in 
fascination on a pair of purple silk bikini panties with a slit in the 
crotchband, then at an eight-inch dildo with a red light flashing on 
and off in the head. God! She simply couldn't believe it! She had to 
get out of this place before she fainted.

"Can we leave now?" she asked Erik in a weak, shaky voice.

"Already?" He sounded disappointed, but led her out the door, handing 
her a thick parcel which she guiltily stuffed into her purse.

"It ... it was just a little stuffy ... too crowded ... I got dizzy," 
she tried to explain, not wanting to tell him of her indecent arousal.

"Let's walk in the fresh air, then you'll feel fine," he suggested. The 
handsome Dane had a shrewd suspicion of just what was bothering the 
young redhead, but he nonchalantly continued playing his role of the 
polite Danish gentleman, occasionally interjecting a suggestive comment 
and gleefully noting her awkward confusion.

For the rest of the afternoon they explored the Walking Street and the 
narrow streets surrounding it, stopping here and there for a drink.

"How about dinner?" Erik finally suggested as the townhall bells chimed 
six o'clock. "We could visit one of the live sex shows afterward ... 
you really should see one, just to know what they're all about for your 
research."

Jill hesitated, feeling the shameful shivers of excitement coursing 
through her loins at his seemingly innocent suggestion. She'd had a 
good time with Erik Mortensen all afternoon, and had decided that she 
trusted him. What the naive twenty-two year old didn't trust was her 
own body's strange reactions to the pornography she had already seen. 
She was afraid that a sex show would make her feel just like she had in 
the sex shop, and that was something she simply couldn't face. These 
confusing physical sensations must be caused by fatigue, by 
"jetlagging", she decided. Best to go straight to bed. Besides, she had 
two meetings in the morning, and she wanted to be alert for them in 
order to make a good impression.

"I'm sorry, but I think I better go on home and get some sleep," she 
said to Erik, feeling guilty at his obvious disappointment. He'd been 
very nice to her, Jill thought, but after all her work was really the 
most important thing. "Maybe some other evening," she added.

"Oh, come on," he insisted. "You slept on the plane. And it's still 
early."

If I can only get her to watch a live show, I'm sure she'll loosen up, 
he was thinking. Already, I can see her Victorian mask starting to 
crack. But Jill was not to be persuaded. "No, I'm sorry," she said 
firmly. "I have important work to do in the morning."

She suddenly sounded aloof and stubborn, and Erik decided not to press 
the issue. He'd wait a day or so, and then he'd try again. And again 
and again, if necessary, for this auburn-haired girl with her large, 
proud breasts and firmly swaying ass-cheeks was well worth waiting for. 
He knew instinctively that when he finally got to fuck that tight 
little pussy of hers, all his efforts would be more than worthwhile.

At the door to her apartment, Erik pulled the luscious redhead to him 
and kissed her, his lean muscular loins pressing suggestively against 
her slender body. Taken by surprise, Jill responded eagerly. Before she 
was aware of what was happening, her hips were grinding up against the 
warm bulge in his trousers as forbidden waves of erotic arousal surged 
through her body once again. Almost immediately, however, she came to 
her senses and broke away from him with an embarrassed little laugh.

"Good night, Erik," she said rather breathlessly. "And ... and thank 
you so much for all you've done to help me today."

"I'll be seeing you very soon," he said softly. He stood there in the 
stairwell, watching her firm, panty-clad buttocks undulating beneath 
her short skirt as she mounted the stairs. Yes, it had been a good day 
... and next time would b even better, of that he was sure.



Chapter 2


It was after midnight when Jill awakened from sleep, troubled by 
restless dreams. She'd fallen into bed as soon as she got home, the 
unaccustomed amount of alcohol she'd consumed during the afternoon 
sending her to sleep immediately. Now she glanced at the alarm clock 
which she'd set beside the bed, shaking her head in disbelief. How 
could it be so late when it was still not really dark outside? But the 
clock read 12:15, and much to her annoyance she realized that she was 
wide awake.

For twenty minutes or so she tossed and turned on the comfortable bed 
trying to fall back to sleep, but although the mattress was firm and 
flat and the coverlet soft as a cloud, she was plagued by disturbing 
thoughts of her actions of the day before. Although she tried her usual 
method of letting her mind drift in a warm languid sea, she now found 
herself staring wide-eyed at the dimly lit window, promising herself to 
sew some curtains tomorrow. Then the irrepressible guilty memories of 
her body's unaccountable reaction in the porno shop and later when Erik 
had kissed her returned to haunt her.

"Damn!" she muttered at last, tossing off the feather-filled quilt and 
making her way into the kitchen. "If I can't sleep now, I'll be useless 
at my interviews tomorrow." Perhaps a drink would help ... there was 
that bottle of whiskey that Erik had given her. Although the young 
redhead rarely drank alcohol, she felt that she needed something to 
shut off the throbbing thoughts that kept her from sleep. If only she'd 
thought to bring more sleeping pills with her on the plane. But it was 
too late for "ifs" now---a drink would have to suffice.

She poured a generous amount of Johnny Walker Black Label into a glass 
she found in the small kitchen cabinet, then added ice cubes from the 
refrigerator. Settling back in her bed, she sipped at the drink. It 
burned unpleasantly at first---this was the first time the young girl 
had ever tried Scotch---but after a few minutes she felt the alcohol 
warming her blood stream and relaxing her. Suddenly she wanted a 
cigarette. Rising again, she found her handbag and reached in for the 
half-opened pack she'd left there, but the first thing her groping hand 
unearthed was the parcel from the porno shop.

Jill's hand shook slightly as she gingerly placed the forbidden package 
on the chair beside the bed and dug out her cigarettes. Staring fixedly 
at the brown paper parcel, she lit a Marlboro and downed the rest of 
the whiskey, then returned to the kitchen to refill the glass. When she 
returned to her bed, the package was still staring at her, and with 
trembling hands she began to unwrap it.

The top magazine happened to be the very one she'd noticed in the porno 
shop that afternoon, the one with the naked girls lying across two 
motorcycles. For a moment the young redhead stared at the cover, not 
daring to open it. The blood was pounding in her temples and that 
shameful heated ache was beginning to burn up between her naked thighs 
once again. Jill pressed her legs tightly together in an attempt to 
stifle the unwanted sexual sensation, but her efforts only served to 
further excite her already throbbing clitoris.

I'm just being silly ... it's all in my imagination, she insisted to 
herself, unwilling to admit that her body seemed to be in control of 
her brain. I'm just looking at these pictures as part of my research,-
that's all. And with this rationalization, she opened the glossy 
booklet to the first picture.

Two pretty mini-skirted girls were walking along a country lane, and 
Jill was surprised to see how normal they looked. They could have been 
any ordinary girls---herself even---and this somehow made the picture 
more exciting than if they had been stereotype whores. The photography 
was done so well that the fascinated redhead seemed to feel the hot 
sunshine on her own body ... to smell the fragrant summer flowers ... 
to sense the tall wild grass brushing against her bare legs. Willing 
herself to ignore the forbidden pulsation deep in her loins, the 
innocent female student flipped over the page to stare in consternation 
at the following picture.

Two muscular leather-jacketed motorcyclists had driven up beside the 
startled young girls and were leering at them with lewd insolence. Jill 
shivered, clamping her own ass-cheeks together as a delicious 
electrical jolt of fearful anticipation coursed through her body. She 
glanced at the overleaf, then gave a little involuntary gasp as she saw 
that the burly motorcyclists had forced the horrified girls to the 
ground beside the road and were ripping off their clothes. The blonde 
girl's full white breasts were pressed down hard into the grass, and 
Jill's hand cupped one of her own warmly pulsing breasts in unconscious 
identification as she seemed to feel the scratching blades and twigs 
rubbing against her own sensitive flesh.

The excited redhead's breath came in quick little gasps as she realized 
that these girls had actually lain naked beside the country road, right 
out in the open where anyone could come along and see them!

Taking a gulp of the whiskey, Jill quickly flipped the page over. Her 
mouth gaped open as she gazed in curious fascination at the two 
muscular males who had unzipped their trousers and stood, enormous 
cocks in hand, menacing the nakedly cringing girls below them. Every 
pulsing vein on their huge shafts of male flesh was visible, and the 
inexperienced young girl thought she had never seen anything so obscene 
in her life. Their penises were so big ... how could they possibly fit 
into a woman's vagina ... what would it feel like to a woman?

Without realizing she was doing so, Jill continued to massage the 
smooth resilient flesh of her left breast until the nipple rose in 
excited erection. The wet aching throb in her pussy grew more 
insistent, and the flushed young girl involuntarily squirmed her firm 
round buttocks against the bed sheet to relieve the pressure of the 
tight crotchband of her panties against her moistly heated vagina.

Almost eagerly, the unwillingly aroused young redhead turned to the 
next page. One of the burly males had forced his gigantic penis between 
the subserviently kneeling brunette's lips, and she was sucking it so 
deeply into her mouth that Jill wondered how she kept from gagging. 
She'd known, of course, that some people did things like this, but 
she'd certainly never expected to see a photograph of it. Waves of 
rippling excitement began to quiver throughout her entire young body so 
strongly now that she was unable to ignore them any longer. Glancing 
down, she saw her own hand wantonly kneading her swollen breast and 
instantly jerked it away. Oh God, she must be just as evil and 
perverted as the people in these photographs!

The glass beside her was empty, and she rose and went into the kitchen 
to refill it, her firm-fleshed thighs rubbing teasingly against each 
other as she walked. God, this was absurd! Her very own body was 
betraying her, and she couldn't seem to stop it from happening. What 
was the matter with her? For the first time in her life, the auburn-
haired student felt a strong need for alcohol to deaden the reality of 
what was happening to her.

As Jill settled down in the bed again, the crotchband of her panties 
bunched up against her feverishly swollen pussy-lips. That must be it, 
she decided, thankful for a logical explanation for her shameless 
arousal. The panties were just too tight. She'd take them off and then 
everything would be all right.

Quickly slipping one hand beneath her lightweight pink nightgown, the 
troubled redhead pulled off the lace-edged panties and tossed them onto 
the floor. In the process, her finger grazed against the wetly 
pulsating slit of her pussy, and when she hurriedly withdrew it she 
could see that the tip glistened with the lewd secretions of her 
excited vagina.

I'll just put these obscene magazines away, she told herself firmly, 
slapping the glossy pamphlet shut. With unsteady hands she lifted the 
refilled glass to her lips, took a deep swallow of the burning liquid, 
then picked up the magazine again. Well, I'll put it away as soon as I 
finish this drink, she surrendered.

The next picture was even more obscene than the previous ones had been, 
and Jill realized with dismay that the removal of her panties hadn't 
done the least bit of good. In fact, now that her aroused young pussy 
was naked beneath the flimsy short nightgown, the salacious sensations 
felt even more vivid than before. The breathless young woman ground her 
inflamed vagina against the bed as she gaped at the second man in the 
picture. He knelt between the blonde girl's widespread legs, his head 
buried in her thighs and his tongue curling like a thick red snake into 
the forbidden recesses of her hair-lined cunt. Jill's own pussy 
throbbed in sympathetic reaction, and she had to forcefully restrain 
her hand from slipping down toward her burning vaginal lips. The 
confused redhead swallowed some more of the soothing Scotch and was 
suddenly aware of the effect the strong alcohol was having on her body. 
Her head swam and for a moment the photograph in front of her blurred 
to a rainbow haze. Then her eyes once again focused, and Jill found 
herself staring at the wanton expression on the naked blonde girl's 
pretty face. Her features were contorted into a mask of depraved 
ecstasy, and it was obvious that she was enjoying this perverted act of 
cunnilingus, that---in spite of the photographer being present---she 
was receiving a pleasure more intense than anything the inexperienced 
redhead had ever imagined possible. His tongue must feel so good, so 
hot and hard and obscenely alive as it flicked in and out of this 
blonde woman's swollen pussy lips. Suddenly Jill realized that she 
wanted to feel this herself, needed to feel it more than she'd ever 
needed anything else in all of her twenty-two years. For a second she 
thought of her ex-boyfriend back in America. If he tried to do this to 
her now she'd never be able to resist him.

The curvaceous redhead's hand inched beneath her short nightgown, and 
this time she did not try to stop it. All thought of right and wrong 
faded from her whiskey-befogged brain, and the aroused young girl knew 
only that the urgent desire pulsating up between her thighs had to be 
satisfied, that it had to be satisfied now.

A little groan escaped her lips as her trembling fingers touched the 
soft tendrils of hair on her naked pussy mound. Her thighs jerking 
slightly apart in forbidden excitement, she turned her attention back 
to the photographs.

In the next picture, the camera had returned to the brunette girl who 
was sucking eagerly on the half-naked motorcyclist's long thick cock. 
The tendons of her slender white throat stood out starkly as she 
hungrily strained to milk every drop of his spurting cum from the man's 
invading penis, while from one corner of her ovalled mouth ran a lewd 
trickle of thick white semen.

"Oh no!" Jill gasped aloud, horrified yet nevertheless unable to take 
her eyes off the obscene sight. It was dirty, sick ... yet as her hand 
hovered hesitantly above her quivering vaginal lips she was unable to 
deny the heated excitement rising deep in her virginal loins. Her 
usually incisive, logical mind seemed to have melted into a liquid pool 
of pure physical sensation, and the normally calm and controlled young 
student felt that she was being compelled by forces she could neither 
understand nor resist. What was happening to her anyway? What was the 
matter with her? Why couldn't she put the perverted pamphlet aside, 
pick up a textbook and read until she fell asleep? Why was she allowing 
herself to lie here fingering herself while she looked at these 
depraved pictures? It was repulsive, humiliating---yet she could not 
stop herself from turning to the next page with a forbidden flutter of 
anticipation.

The men were completely naked now, their sweat-slickened muscular 
bodies gleaming in the bright summer sunlight. The one with the blonde 
girl was kneeling between her widespread legs. His huge pole of flesh 
was sunk all the way into her hair-fringed pussy, and the camera 
clearly showed her vaginal lips clinging tightly around his massive 
penis. Since the shot was taken from behind him, Jill could not see his 
face, but she could see the expression of utter wanton bliss on the 
girl's features as his heavy testicles slapped against her bare white 
buttocks. Jill had always thought that it would hurt terribly to have a 
man's penis inside her vagina, that's what her mother had always 
claimed, but now she didn't know what to believe. The girl in the 
photograph obviously loved it, and her grimace of ecstasy seemed far 
too intense to have been faked for the camera.

Through the open window drifted the sounds of a church bell chiming one 
o'clock and the footsteps and drunken laughter of a group of revelers, 
but the erotically stimulated young girl did not hear them. All of her 
energy was concentrated on running her hand along the moistening slit 
of her cunt as she gazed in consternation at the last picture in the 
book. It couldn't be true---it just couldn't! The innocent young law 
student had never dreamed of such a thing. Yet there was the 
photograph, vivid as life, and she knew that the powerfully-built 
motorcyclist was actually shoving his long enormous cock into the dark-
haired girl's rectum! The thick, angry-red shaft was sunk almost to the 
hilt, with only an inch or so of wetly glistening white flesh visible, 
and the man's face was a mask of animalistic brutality as he ground 
into her nakedly upraised ass-cheeks.

Oh Cod! Jill's hand shook so violently that the obscene publication 
slipped from her fingers and fell to the floor along with the brown 
paper parcel. Reluctantly withdrawing her caressing hand from between 
her trembling thighs, she reached down to retrieve the magazines. Much 
to her surprise, her fingers closed around a slender oval object. What 
in the world was that? she wondered as she curiously lifted it from 
beneath the bed.

The thing was about eight inches long and as thick as a fat cigar, and 
was fashioned from pink plastic. At once the aroused redhead recognized 
what it was, but she continued to hold it between her two trembling 
fingers, not wanting to believe her eyes. Erik had put a vibrator in 
the package of magazines! Oh God, why had he done that? Had he actually 
thought that she would use the lewd imitation penis? He'd seemed so 
nice and polite, not at all the sort of sick pervert who would do a 
thing like this. Jill stared in fascinated repulsion at the pink dildo 
quivering in her unsteady hand as her normally rational brain groped in 
confusion for an explanation. Could Erik possibly have thought that 
this obscene object could help her with her research? Perhaps Danes 
didn't think of masturbation as an evil, forbidden act ... or maybe 
this was his idea of a joke.

Worst of all, the despairing redhead realized that her body was 
beginning to churn with heated temptation. The fiery ball of lust that 
her fingers had ignited deep in her belly had become a raging fire 
burning out of control, and she knew that she wasn't going to be able 
to stop herself now. The salacious pictures and two tumblers of whiskey 
had conspired to reduce her willpower to a mindless mass of tormenting 
physical need.

Her mind reeling dizzily, Jill Duncan began to caress the lewd cock-
shaped instrument with almost fearful fingertips. It grew warm beneath 
her hand, and her alcohol-clouded brain imagined that she was touching 
a real penis just like those in the pictures. Uttering a soft sigh of 
defeat, she unbuttoned her short nightie and ran her green eyes slowly 
over her white-skinned body. The two full mounds of her breasts rose 
proudly before her eyes, their rose-tipped nipples already tautly 
puckered with arousal. Below them, her smooth flat belly and naked 
pussy mound met her gaze, the red tendrils of pubic hair gleaming like 
burnished gold in the dimly lit room.

For the first time in her life, the dedicated law student felt a sense 
of pride in her voluptuous body. Up until now, she'd felt faintly 
uneasy about her lush well-rounded shape, and had tried to de-emphasize 
her large breasts by wearing restricting brassieres and high necklines. 
In her parent's home the human body with its functions and needs was 
rarely mentioned, and even going down to breakfast in her nightgown 
would have been unthinkable. Jill could recall her mother warning her 
not to wear patent leather shoes because they might reflect what was up 
under her skirt. She also remembered the time when a nudist colony was 
organized in the countryside five miles away from the small New England 
town where her parents lived---Mother had been one of the leaders of 
the community that forced the nudists to leave. Since she'd been away 
at college the young redhead had come to scoff at a n umber of her 
parent's old-fashioned Puritanical ideas, but many of their attitudes 
were nevertheless deeply entrenched in her subconscious.

Now, as Jill lay thousands of miles away from those seemingly ancient 
memories, she reveled in the new found pride in her feminine curves. 
Her full white breasts and firm-fleshed thighs were every bit as lovely 
as those of the girls in the lurid pictures in the porno magazine, and 
a forbidden rush of excitement coursed through her trembling loins at 
the titillating thought of a man's lustful eyes running over her 
sensual young body, desiring her just as much as the men in the 
photographs desired those women.

With another little sigh, she lifted the pink dildo and trailed it over 
the swollen mounds of her ripe full breasts, flicking it lightly over 
the sensitive nipples until they once again quivered into a rigid 
erectness. Her naked buttocks began to move in a subtle squirming 
motion against the sheet in response to the lewd sensations rippling 
from her swollen breasts. Squeezing her eyes tightly shut, the excited 
young girl let the pornographic photographs run before her mind's eye. 
It was easy to imagine that this inanimate plastic object caressing her 
breasts was a real male penis, and that she was lying on the grass 
about to be ravished by some man's brutal relentless cock.

Jill's breath came in long hoarse gasps as she allowed one hand to slip 
downward over the satin smooth flesh of her firm belly while the other 
hand continued to tease at her breasts with the dildo. For a moment her 
finger flicked at the sensitive little hole of her navel, sending a 
throbbing tingle of desire directly to her vagina. Her hand inched 
lower until it felt the first soft strands of pubic hair curl through 
her fingers.

Opening her eyes, the passionately aroused young student stared with 
lewd curiosity at the sight of her own hand nestled between her milk-
white thighs. She spread her long slim legs wide apart and let her 
outstretched middle finger slip down lower, stifling a gasp as her 
trembling fingertip grazed the sensitive little bud of her clitoris 
hidden among the red-gold strands of pussy hair just at the top of her 
vaginal slit. The unexpected intensity of the violent spasm that shot 
out from her clitoral bud to every nerve end of her lust-tortured body 
shocked the inexperienced young girl. It was as though all the shameful 
sensations that had plagued her during this strange day had been 
condensed into that one agonizing electric jolt, and she began to 
understand all too well exactly what it was that had caused the look of 
abandoned ecstasy she'd seen mirrored on the girls' faces in the porno 
photographs.

At this last thought, Jill came to her senses. Jerking her hand away 
from the trembling little bud of her clitoris, she stared in self-
disgust at the pink plastic instrument pressed obscenely against her 
breast. Oh Cod, she was evil, evil and sick! She'd actually been 
planning to put that horrible thing into her pussy. She was lying there 
looking at dirty pictures and masturbating like some disgusting 
pervert. It was an image that clashed with everything she believed in, 
and the dismayed young woman didn't know how she was ever going to be 
able to live with this terrible knowledge of her own corrupt depravity.

Overcome with guilt, Jill pulled the lewd object away from her 
quivering nipple and twisted it between her trembling fingers as she 
strove to dispel the torturous tremors of lustful need coursing 
relentlessly through her aroused loins. Then she screamed out loud as 
the imitation penis seemed to come alive in her hand---she had 
unwittingly activated the batteries inside---and the vibrating plastic 
penis fell from her grasp to land upon her smooth white belly.

The sensation of the vibrating artificial penis against her naked flesh 
was more than Jill could stand. All thoughts of resisting her lewd 
desires fled from her lust-fevered mind as her hand clutched the 
plastic object and began to move it in slow circles across her belly, 
up to her swollen breasts and then down to the hair-fringed opening of 
her vagina. Her buttocks jerked spontaneously as the artificial cock-
head parted the sparse red-gold pubic curls to touch the tiny hidden 
bud of her clitoris. A lewd gurgle of irrepressible delight bubbled 
from deep in her throat. So this was what a man s penis felt like, God, 
it was wonderful!

Kicking the sheet away from her long slender legs and spreading her 
thighs as wide apart as possible, the aroused redhead tentatively slid 
the warm penis-shaped vibrator along the quivering slit of her 
moisture-drenched vagina and then back up to her eagerly pulsating 
clitoris. Finally, moaning helplessly, she pushed the quivering 
instrument slowly up inside her tight virginal pussy.

At first it seemed that the powerfully throbbing shaft-like device was 
too thick to fit into her never-before-penetrated pussy lips, but it 
finally slid through her desire-lubricated cuntal mouth and about three 
inches up into her tight-clasping vaginal channel. It was the most 
incredible sensation the young law student had ever felt in her life, 
an intense mingling of pain from the newly stretched cuntal muscles and 
relentless waves of indescribable pleasure that coursed endlessly over 
the entire length of her voluptuous body. If only she could get the 
artificial cock all the way inside ... but it wasn't possible to 
penetrate past the restraining membrane of her hymen. Nevertheless, it 
still felt obscenely wonderful, and finally the curvaceous redhead 
surrendered completely to her depraved desires and began to wantonly 
writhe upon the bed, her smooth white buttocks undulating upward to 
meet the penetrating strokes of the battery driven penis that was 
rhythmically slipping in and out between her hungrily clasping pussy 
lips.

Lewd little cries of licentious delight issued from Jill's throat as 
she desperately pulled the pulsating mechanical penis out of her 
straining pussy vagina and sawed back and forth along her hair-lined 
slit. Then she returned it to her tight little cunt! Gritting her teeth 
and clenching her eyes shut, she began to thrash her young virgin body 
even more wildly on the rumpled bed. In a sudden flash of obscene 
inspiration? the inexperienced girl moved her left hand down to the 
erect bud of her clitoris. It felt bigger now than it ever had in her 
entire life, and Jill continued to rub at the swollen bud, while, at 
the same time, shoving the vibrator madly in and out of her clasping 
pussy lips, intensifying the heated waves of illicit pleasure that 
swept relentlessly through her writhing loins.

Jill Duncan's long auburn hair flailed across the pillow and over her 
naked shoulders as the feverishly aroused young woman shuddered in the 
throes of her self-induced passion. Then, overcome with wicked 
curiosity, she lifted her head to gaze in shocked fascination at the 
perverted sight of the wetly glistening pink dildo thrusting in and out 
of her ecstatically throbbing cunt and her own finger teasing the 
secret, forbidden folds of moistened flesh surrounding her sensitive 
clitoral bud.

Jill could hardly believe her animalistic response to this depraved act 
of masturbation, and a perverse, masochistic excitement coursed through 
her lustfully straining loins. Somehow, she derived a warped pleasure 
from the obscene spectacle of her self-debasement, a pleasure that 
triggered the first distant inner rumbling of her impending orgasm. She 
was wicked, completely perverted ... but she didn't care! All she cared 
about now was obtaining more and more of these debased sensations until 
her body finally found release from years of pent-up sexual tension.

Then all thoughts faded from her lust and alcohol-confused mind as she 
began to strain in earnest for the orgasm she could feel approaching. 
Collapsing back onto the pillow with an anguished groan, she lost all 
conception of reality. The pulsating thickness of the penis-shaped 
dildo sliding in and out of her lewdly stretched pussy was no longer a 
plastic vibrator, but a huge rod of swollen male flesh. Her confused 
brain seemed to hear an incessant stream of obscenities issuing from a 
man's whispering mouth, seemed to feel his heavy loins pressing 
rhythmically against her own furiously thrashing young body.

"Fuck me, fuck me" she whispered, the sound of the never-before-uttered 
word increasing the violent passion surging uncontrollably through her 
wildly straining body. "Fuck me hard!"

Jill jabbed the artificial cock deeper into her virginal vagina and 
immediately felt lines of searing pain shoot through her entire 
undulating body, but this only served to intensify her abandoned 
arousal. "Do it to me! Make me cummmmm!" she moaned to the imaginary 
man above her. And then even his image was erased from her mind by the 
overwhelming wave of ecstasy that shuddered through her wantonly 
churning loins.

Clamping her thighs tightly against the slippery vibrator as she 
continued to slide it in and out of her wildly dilating cunt, the 
desperate woman rotated her finger in frantic little circles around the 
throbbing bud of her clitoris. It was really going to happen! She was 
going to cum! Involuntary contractions wracked her perspiration-
drenched body as Jill fought for the release that the salacious 
sensations rising from deep within her belly so lewdly promised. Her 
grinding young buttocks jerked spasmodically up to meet the plunging 
plastic penis, and, with each circling pressure of her finger upon her 
throbbing little clitoris, the waves of frantic passion grew more and 
more intense. Now, now, now! It had to come soon, soon, or she would go 
insane!

Waves of pure blissful delight welled up from deep within her straining 
loins and swept over her naked body, finally breaking in a total flood 
of sweet licentious ecstasy that caused her voluptuous body to shiver 
helplessly as the shattering orgasm flowed from the tips of her curling 
toes to her passion-maddened brain. For a long minute, Jill saw nothing 
but blackness and a sound like the whirling winds of a hurricane 
deafened any thoughts. The young girl collapsed across the bed, then 
blindly reached down and pulled the battery-powered penis from her 
still helplessly spasming vaginal lips. A deep groan of satisfaction 
rose in her throat as she drifted into exhausted unconsciousness.

When her mind finally cleared, Jill opened her eyes to stare in dazed 
confusion at the pink plastic object in her hand and at her lewdly 
sprawled naked body. The realization of what she had done hit her like 
a dash of ice water, and she flung the offensive dildo on the floor as 
if it were some monstrous poisonous insect. Oh God, how had she allowed 
herself to do this terrible thing? But her sated body felt so deeply 
relaxed that Jill could not bring herself to think for very long about 
the guilt and shame that she knew she would have to face in the 
morning, so she merely wrapped herself in the crumpled bedclothes and 
let reality ebb from her.

One last thought came to the trembling young girl as she drifted off: 
No matter how excited, how aroused, she had been, she had still 
maintained enough will power to keep from ramming the full length of 
the dildo into her hotly hungering cunt. Her hymen was intact! She was 
still a virgin!

And never, never again would she yield to such lewd temptation. She 
would remain a virgin until she married, and that was a vow the 
American girl was determined to keep.



Chapter 3


At five o'clock the next afternoon, Jill Duncan was striding toward 
home down a tree-lined path in the Kongens Have, a large public park 
beside Rosenborg Castle. In spite of the heavy pile of parcels she 
carried, there was a determined set to her shoulders and a self-
congratulatory smile upon her pretty face. The large park wasn't really 
the most direct route back to her apartment, but the strong-willed 
young law student had resolved to exhaust herself both mentally and 
physically so that there'd be no chance of a recurrence of last night's 
shameful events. So far today, she'd been one hundred percent 
successful---not a single lewd tingling sensation had plagued her lush 
young body.

"Idle hands are the tools of the Devil," Mrs. Duncan had often 
admonished her only child, and the twenty-two year old girl had never 
forgotten her mother's advice. She'd thought of this proverb that very 
morning, after she'd awakened to find that disgusting plastic vibrator 
and a pile of vile pornographic magazines scattered across the floor 
beside her bed. For a moment, she'd been overcome with guilt and 
inertia, tempted to crawl back under the covers and cry. But then she 
realized that the only way she could regain her self-respect was by 
forgetting her despicable weakness from the night before and planning 
her day so that there wasn't a moment free in which she might be 
troubled by the memories of her depraved act. The first thing the 
voluptuous redhead had done was take the pink artificial penis and the 
offending photographs and lock them into an empty suitcase, which she'd 
pushed to the far corner of the cupboard. (She would have liked to have 
thrown the whole mess into the garbage pail but was afraid that someone 
might see them.) Then she'd dressed in her most conservative outfit and 
had gone off to the university to meet with two professors.

The meetings had gone very well, she thought to herself now, as she 
hurried through the park. One of the professors had arranged for her to 
visit various institutions---a prison, a criminal court, and a 
rehabilitation farm for heroin addicts. The other professor, a Mr. 
Jorgensen, had stressed the importance of personal observation, urging 
her to begin Danish language classes at once and reminding her to keep 
a detached scientific attitude at all times.

Detached scientific attitude ... this seemed to Jill to be the most 
useful bit of advice she'd received in a long time. Last night she had 
let her personal emotions overcome her, and she must guard against 
letting such a thing happen again.

After the meetings, she'd gone to the library to obtain a card and 
check out several heavy volumes on sample law cases, historical 
precedents, and modern reforms. Then, still fired up with energetic 
good intentions, she'd bought material to sew curtains so that the 
lights of the city would provide her with no excuse for any future 
cases of insomnia.

Jill had purchased a lot of household goods as well, cleaning products 
and food. This was the first time the auburn-haired student had had an 
opportunity to live in a flat of her own, and she was pleased by the 
privacy and independence this afforded her. The fact that it might be 
lonely living all by herself occurred to her, but she swept the thought 
from her mind. All the more time to study, she reminded herself.

Preoccupied with her own thoughts, Jill had been almost oblivious to 
the beauty of the park and the other people out strolling or sunbathing 
in the warm late-afternoon sun. Suddenly, however, something caught her 
eye and so shocked the naive young girl that she stopped dead in her 
tracks to stare in disbelief. Three young girls were lying on a sunny 
patch of grass not more than three yards from the path, and they were 
naked! Well, not completely naked, for tiny bikini panties did 
partially cover their full round buttocks ... but nothing at all hid 
their youthful sun-bronzed breasts. It was absolutely incredible! And 
perhaps the most amazing thing of all was that none of the other people 
in the park seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary about these 
girls, as though it were perfectly acceptable to lie half-naked in a 
public place in full view of men, women and children!

Regaining her composure at last, Jill forced herself to walk on, 
although she could not refrain from glancing back over her shoulder to 
make certain that her eyes hadn't been playing tricks on her. One of 
the teenagers had stood up and was languidly stretching her arms up in 
the air, her ripe young breasts, with their rose-tipped nipples, fully 
visible to everyone in the park as she did so. Good Cod! the 
embarrassed American thought. She doesn't care who sees her like that! 
Much to her discomfort, she felt the first twinges of lewd titillation 
in her belly as she speculated on how it would feel to stand among the 
trees with a little breeze wafting over her own freely uplifted naked 
breasts.

Detached scientific attitude! Jill sternly reminded herself. And, with 
that comforting axiom ringing in her ears, she quickened her pace and 
left the Kongens Have as fast as she could without once glancing to the 
right or the left of the gravel path.

By the time she reached the narrow cobblestone street and climbed the 
five flights of steep stairs, the slender young graduate student's arms 
were aching and her feet felt hot and swollen from the unaccustomed 
amount of exercise. She was grateful to be home, to be able to rest and 
relax. But, strangely enough, after five minutes, the silence in the 
little flat began to feel oppressive. Jill had always before come home 
to a roommate or her parents, to someone with whom she could talk about 
the day's events and share a meal before settling down to her books. 
Now, although she refused to acknowledge it to herself, she felt lonely 
and almost homesick. It was exciting being here in Denmark, of course, 
but it was also very confusing, for the people here didn't seem to 
believe in the things that she'd been taught all her life. It would be 
easier if she had someone to talk to. Why hadn't she heard from Erik?

For a few minutes the shapely redhead slumped on the one chair in the 
tiny room, tears of self-pity brimming in her green eyes. Then a 
determined expression hardened her lovely face and she Jumped to her 
feet. How could she possibly have heard from Erik when there was no 
telephone in the flat? And what did it matter anyway? She had so many 
things to do that she wouldn't have had time to be with him even if he 
did come by. Quickly, she began unwrapping her purchases, putting 
things away and making herself a cheese omelet and a fresh salad. After 
she had eaten, it was still only seven o'clock, so she washed the 
dishes and scrubbed all the cupboards in the kitchen. Then, as the 
church bells rang out eight o'clock, she began to cut out the bright 
red patterned material she'd bought to make curtains.

There was no traffic on the side street beneath Jill's apartment, and 
only the occasional sounds of pedestrians and the church bells broke 
the silence. The stillness seemed unnatural. Tomorrow I'll buy a 
secondhand radio, Jill promised herself as she began to sew the hem of 
the first curtain. Then a sudden loud banging on the door of the flat 
so startled the nervous young girl that she spilled pins and needles 
all over the floor as she leapt to her feet.

It must be Erik! she thought, surprising herself by the intensity of 
her joyful relief. She knew she shouldn't want to see him after the 
terrible thing he'd done in giving her that obscene battery-powered 
vibrator, but he probably hadn't thought anything of it. In a country 
where people could lie around half-naked in public, it was impossible 
to know what was going on- in anyone's mind. And d had been so very 
kind to her, finding her this flat and all ...

Jill pulled open the front door, a welcoming smile on her pretty face. 
But it wasn't Erik after all---it was a total stranger, a long-haired, 
very thin young man dressed in purple velvet pants and an exotically 
embroidered Moroccan shirt. His face was handsome enough, but there was 
a strange look in his brown eyes.

"Hi," he said in English, but with a slight accent. "I heard noises in 
here and thought Pout and Helle had come back from the country. Who are 
you?" His dark eyes ran insolently over her body, and Jill found 
herself wishing that she'd changed into something other than these 
tight jeans and shrunken T-shirt.

"I-I'm Jill Duncan," she stammered. "I just moved in yesterday. I think 
the people who lived here before are staying in the country."

"Oh yeah?" he said, his gaze never leaving the straining mounds of her 
breasts. "Yeah, they said they might do that. Well, I'm Dizzy, I live 
down the hall. Ya wanna come over and meet us?"

Jill hesitated, not quite knowing how to reply. There was something 
about him that made her feel uneasy, and, even though she had had 
absolutely no experience with drugs, she immediately suspected that he 
was high on something.

"We just got hold of some out-of-sight shit," he added persuasively.

So, her guess had been right! "Shit" was obviously some sort of illegal 
narcotic. The innocent law student's first impulse was to slam the door 
in his face, but then she thought better of it. Here, after all, was 
the perfect opportunity to personally investigate the attitudes of an 
alternative lifestyle. What was it that Professor Jorgensen had said 
this morning? Something about the fact that drug crimes are preventable 
only when the mass of humanity understands the underlying causes for 
their use---well, what better way to understand their use than through 
personal observation?

Jill forced a smile. "Sure, Dizzy, I'd like to meet your friends."

Dizzy's flat was the same shape and size as the redhead's own 
apartment, but the similarity ended there. There was a great clutter of 
brightly colored objects covering every inch of the small room. Posters 
lined the walls and ceiling, some of the same ones that Jill had seen 
in the sex shop. Numerous record albums were scattered on the 
uncarpeted floor, and the stereo was blaring out rock music at full 
volume. A strange mixture of odors filled the stuffy air, smoke, 
incense, and a smell that the young law student couldn't quite 
identify. Although it was still light out on the street below, the 
windows were covered with exotic Indian cloth so that it was completely 
dark inside, except for two homemade candles burning on a low table. 
Around the table, slumped on foam rubber mattresses, lay three bodies.

"Sit down, if you want," Dizzy said, gesturing vaguely toward one of 
the mats and then turning to address one of the reclining bodies. "Did 
ya bring the stuff, Amed?"

Jill gingerly lowered herself onto the low mattress, feeling more 
uneasy than ever. She knew that she must not let her own emotional 
reactions interfere with her objective observation, but it was 
impossible to ignore the odd aura of sinister enchantment that this 
room exuded. The bewildered young redhead had a sudden instinctive 
feeling that, if she were to fall asleep in this place, she'd awake in 
some other world, where the atmosphere imposed a kind of bizarre 
stupefication.

"Do I not always bring the hashish when I say I do?" Amed replied to 
Dizzy's question in a heavily accented voice. Jill thought that he was 
probably not Danish, for his accent was different, and his swarthy, 
dark-haired appearance was not at all Scandinavian.

"Yeah, man, but you don't always bring it for the price you said you 
would," Dizzy countered. "It's still seven a gram?"

Amed answered in some language Jill didn't understand, something 
similar to Danish that she supposed must be German. They haggled about 
the price for several moments, and then Dizzy brought out a little 
postage scale and weighed a large slab of dark brown colored stuff. At 
last money changed hands, and Dizzy began to grind up a little piece of 
the "shit," blend it with crushed tobacco from a mangled cigarette and 
stuff the mixture into a little clay pipe.

Jill squirmed nervously on the foam rubber mat, trying to think of a 
graceful way to leave immediately. She'd never smoked dope before, and 
she didn't want to start smoking it now. Yet she knew that no one in 
the room would understand her conservative point of view.

The two bodies on the other side of the low table slowly rose to a 
sitting position as Dizzy lit the small pipe. In the dim light the 
uneasy American girl couldn't quite make out whether or not they were 
male or female, as both had hair as long as her own. Then one of the 
figures stood up and started to move somewhat unsteadily in the 
direction of the kitchen. A sheer Indian-cotton robe immediately marked 
her as a girl with a very thin body but well-rounded breasts.

Dizzy handed the little clay pipe to Amed, who sucked the heavy smoke 
deep into his lungs while Jill watched curiously. She half-expected him 
to immediately start babbling like an insane person, or perhaps keel 
over in a dead faint, but all he actually did was stare at her in a way 
that made her hastily shift her glance away.

Amed passed the pipe to the man seated on the opposite mat, who inhaled 
deeply and then stood up to hand the ceramic object to Jill.

"No thanks, I don't smoke," she said somewhat defensively.

"Why not?" the tall handsome youth asked, sounding just as amazed as if 
she'd told him that she didn't breathe.

"Because it's against the law, for one thing ..." Jill began.

"Oh, you don't have to be paranoid here," he laughed. "Smoking isn't 
illegal - only selling."

"Sure, Tommy's right, he oughta know, he did time in England," Dizzy 
said, moving over to sit uncomfortably close to her on the mattress. 
"Here, do it like this."

Jill hesitated, not quite knowing what she ought to do. If it really 
was legal, then she ought to try it so that she would understand the 
effects of this popular narcotic. Besides, it seemed so much easier to 
accept the pipe than to attempt to argue with these strange people. 
She'd just take in a little smoke, not enough to make her really high, 
but just so that she could test the general effect. Taking hold of the 
clay pipe between stiff, awkward fingers, she inhaled the pungent smoke 
as Dizzy had demonstrated. It felt hot and rough on her throat, and 
immediately the young redhead began to cough.

"Come on, try it again. Take it easy---inhale a little smoke and hold 
it down as long as you can," the long-haired "hippie" advised.

Jill tried it once more, and this time was able to control her 
coughing. Much to her relief, she felt no reaction at all from the 
strange smelling smoke, and the blonde student decided that now that 
she'd satisfied her scientific curiosity, she'd leave at the first 
possible opportunity.

The thin girl with the large breasts came in from the kitchen carrying 
a pot of tea and an assortment of chipped cups. As she moved across the 
room, every detail of her slim adolescent body was outlined through the 
gauzy robe she wore, and the young American student wondered how she 
could act so unselfconscious when she was as good as naked in a room 
full of people.

"That's Lisa," Dizzy said to Jill. "And that's Tommy, he's from London. 
And over there's Amed---he's from Algeria. Lisa and me are from 
Copenhagen."

Jill stared at him, unable to think of any reply. The pipe had made the 
round of the table, and Dizzy was again handing it to her. Well, why 
not, the naive redhead thought, since it doesn't affect me anyway. She 
took a deep drag on the hashish-filled pipe, at the same time drawing a 
few inches away from Dizzy.

For several minutes there was no sound in the dim room except the 
urgent rhythm of the stereo and the scratching of matches as the pipe 
was re-lit. Jill wondered if she ought to try to talk to someone, but 
she really couldn't think of a thing to say. It was very strange, yet, 
in a way, the silence seemed peaceful and quite natural. The room no 
longer appeared shabby, either; as the garish colors softened and 
blended before her eyes and the flickering candlelight cast mysterious 
shadows, the atmosphere began to seem sensuous and exciting. It 
reminded her more than anything else of the illustrations in the 
Arabian Nights book she'd read as a child.

Yet, in spite of the soothing atmosphere, the shapely redhead found it 
hard to really relax. She squirmed her buttocks against the foam 
mattress as unobtrusively as possible, searching in vain for a position 
that would relieve the straining pressure of her tight jeans against 
her sensitive pussy. The more she twisted and turned, the more 
embarrassing the throbbing sensation between her legs became. Her whole 
vagina felt as though it were pulsating in time to the strong beat of 
the rock album.

"More tea?" asked Lisa, breaking the silence and interrupting Jill's 
squirming motions.

"Yes, thank you, it's very good," Jill answered. It was difficult to 
form the words, and her voice sounded as though she were standing in a 
deep valley listening to the echo of her words bounce back from distant 
mountains. Oh God, she must be more deeply affected by the dope than 
she'd ever intended.

"I put some of the new shit in it," Lisa said. Her large dark eyes 
turned away from Jill to stare with drugged intensity at Tommy, who 
slouched on the mattress opposite the confused American girl. "Tommy 
likes it that way---he says he get off eating it even more than on 
smoking it."

"Yeah, and you know what else I like, don't you, Lisa?" Tommy drawled, 
eyeing his teenaged girl friend With lewd expectation.

"No Tommy, what?" Lisa breathed, moving closer to the handsome youth 
and running one hand through his long dark hair.

"I like you to suck my cock," he answered, his loud vulgar words 
bringing an involuntary gasp to Jill's lips. Then he pulled Lisa's 
transparent oriental garment from her slender shoulders to reveal her 
large, ivory-skinned breasts.

Lisa moaned softly as she raised herself to her knees and tugged the 
robe down over her slim youthful hips and shapely legs. Then, clad only 
in a diminutive pair of red nylon bikini panties. she began to unbuckle 
her boy friend's wide leather belt and unzip his fly.

Jill's green eyes bulged in her head as she observed the incredible 
things the young Danish girl was doing. For a few moments, the 
redheaded student was unaware of the shameful feeling growing in her 
stimulated pussy, unaware even of Dizzy inching nearer and nearer 
toward her on the mattress. God, it can't be true! How can Lisa strip 
off her clothes in front of other people like that? Was she actually 
going to take his penis in her mouth like the girl in the pornographic 
magazine? The drug-dazed young law student held her breath as she 
watched the dark-haired Danish girl slip her small white hand into her 
boy friend's open fly to caress his visibly throbbing penis which had 
sprung out from his retraining shorts. Once again, Jill became aware of 
the warm tingling pressure down between her legs, and, although she 
tried her best to suppress it, the sensations were steadily growing 
more and more intense.

I've got to leave before they do something terrible, Jill told herself. 
These people are sick ... and, if I stay here and watch, I'm as sick as 
they are! But, even as the words echoed through her drug-dazed mind, 
the young auburn-haired girl realized with horror that the same frozen 
inertia that had affected her last night was once more overpowering her 
better instincts. Some evil, perverted part of herself wanted to see 
the salacious spectacle of Lisa sucking Tommy's lust-hardened cock, and 
she found it impossible to tear her eyes away from the couple, much 
less stand up to leave.

Now the slender young Danish girl was slowly tugging her boy friend's 
jeans down his long legs. She tossed the garment onto the floor and 
then bent down over his naked loins to once again caress the huge, 
obscenely erect penis, which stood straight up from his hair-covered 
pubic mound.

Jill stared in horrified wonder at the thick pole of flesh jutting from 
the dark-haired young man's body. In her drugged state, it seemed even 
bigger than the penises she'd seen in the Color Climax magazine last 
night, and she couldn't imagine how the slightly built Lisa could ever 
expect to take that rigid rod of flesh into her tiny mouth.

Lisa, too, was staring at Tommy's thickly distended penis, but her 
expression was one of delighted anticipation. She continued to caress 
his huge pulsating hardness with her small white hand, low crooning 
sounds of animal pleasure emerging from her throat as she felt it jerk 
and throb beneath her coaxing fingers. She loved to suck his penis, and 
she loved it all the more when there were other people there to witness 
her debasement and slave-like subjugation. Even without turning her 
head, she knew that three pairs of eyes were staring intently at her 
every wanton move, and this knowledge sent a wave of masochistic 
excitement reverberating through her almost-naked young loins and 
raised goose bumps on her cream-white flesh.

"Ahhhhh, Tommy groaned. "Come on, Lisa, get down on me. Suck me good!"

The teenage brunette shifted her slender body so that she was kneeling 
between her boy friend's widespread legs, then dipped her head down 
toward his long erect penis. Her dark curling hair brushed 
tantalizingly against his belly and upper thighs as her little pink 
tongue darted out to lick the small pearl of moisture from the glans of 
his stiffened penis, and to swirl in quick wet circles around the angry 
red exposed cockhead.

"Yeeeeaaaaahhhh," he groaned, leaning his head back against the 
mattress as his whole body shivered in ecstatic expectation. "Yeah, 
suck my cock, you hot little bitch!"

More aroused than ever by his lewd words, the young Scandinavian girl 
began to lick over the entire length of his smooth, pungent tasting 
cock. The distinctive male odor rising from his exposed loins filled 
her with lewd abandoned delight, and she sank her pretty face even 
deeper between his thighs to gently mouth the lust-bloated sac of his 
testicles.

Just a few feet away, Jill sat as if hypnotized, her eyes riveted on 
the obscene exhibition going on in front of her. The young student was 
so absorbed by the titillating spectacle of actually seeing a woman 
sucking a man's cock that she was unaware of her compulsive squirming 
against the sitting mat, and when Dizzy---who, in spite of the dope 
he'd smoked, was shrewdly observing the voluptuous American girl beside 
him---handed her another pipe filled with hashish, she mindlessly drew 
the thick smoke deep into her lungs.

I have to get out of here, have to leave now, a faint echo of her 
earlier resolutions intoned within her mind, but the words had no 
meaning and Jill paid no heed to the warning. She felt as though she 
were dreaming, no longer in control of her own actions. Even if she got 
up and tried to run away, the curvaceous redhead knew she'd just find 
herself running in place and never getting away from the sight of 
Lisa's wet pink tongue swirling over Tommy's huge rod of flesh. 
Everything seemed vaguely unreal, yet, simultaneously, more vivid than 
ever. She felt as though she were Lisa, as though Tommy's lewd 
glistening penis was pulsating hotly against her own tongue.

Dizzy shot a quick glance at the confused young woman beside him. Cod, 
she's getting hot! he thought. He could see small beads of perspiration 
forming on her pale forehead and noticed that her rounded ass-cheeks 
were grinding more and more urgently down against the mattress. 
Probably its the first time she's ever watched something like this, he 
decided, a sly lecherous smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He, 
himself, was accustomed to Tommy and Lisa's total lack of inhibition, 
and, in fact, he often joined in this sort of action himself. But not 
today---today he was going to fuck this delectable piece of American 
ass, fuck her like she'd never been fucked before. Even though she was 
still acting uptight and shying away from him every time he inched 
closer, Dizzy was sure that a few more pipes of the powerful hashish, 
combined with the lascivious scene taking place on the opposite side of 
the low table would soon get her interested in the kind of activity 
that Danes like him specialized in.

"Yeah, baby, fuck me with your hot little mouth!" Tommy gasped, raising 
his head up to stare at the lewd sight of his girl friend's nakedly 
swaying breasts and her lust-contorted young face. Tommy knew that Lisa 
loved performing sexually in front of other people, and he also got an 
extra kick from being observed while sticking his rigid cock up into 
her warm sucking mouth. Shit, already his balls were aching so bad he 
thought he was going to cum any second! A blissful moan escaped from 
Lisa's wetly ovalled lips as she sank her saliva-filled mouth down on 
the young Englishman's swollen penis. Hungrily, she sucked at the 
stiffened length of his cock, drawing it in as deep as it would go till 
her whole throat was stuffed with hard male flesh. She ran her tongue 
teasingly around the warm-bloated glans, delighting in the way she 
could make his body jerk and moan beneath her. With an eager twist of 
her slim youthful hips, she moved so that her madly throbbing pussy 
could rub against his tensed thigh. God, how she loved to suck his 
warm-pulsing penis!

As Jill watched Lisa's small hungry mouth close over the blood-swollen 
length of Tommy's angry red penis, an involuntary gasp of disbelief 
escaped from between her drug-numbed lips. Everything was just too 
obscene to be true, and, although she recognized with part of her brain 
that it was really happening, another part of her mind simply refused 
to accept the evidence of her eyes. I'm just imagining this, she half-
convinced herself. Its only because of the hashish and those books I 
saw last night. It s an hallucination---it has to be!

Dizzy heard Jill's low gasp and decided that the time was ripe to make 
a move. Reaching toward her, he began to caress her T-shirt covered 
shoulders with slow, massaging strokes.

At the unexpected touch, Jill's overly-sensitive body jerked away, the 
full realization of just what she was doing hitting her at last. She 
was watching two corrupt drug addicts perform a forbidden act of 
depraved sex, and she was allowing her own body to be touched by a 
complete stranger! Another gasp---this time of horror - rose in her 
throat, and she struggled to rise to her feet only to flop unsteadily 
back against the mattress as her drugged young body refused to 
coordinate with the faint commands of her brain.

Dizzy, realizing he'd acted too fast hastily reached for the little 
pipe and held it out to the wild-eyed redhead.

"Here, baby, take another toke," he offered, lighting it for her and 
watching with satisfaction as she unconsciously sucked in the mind-
distorting fumes. He'd made this last pipe extra strong, and he was 
positive that it wouldn't be long now before she'd be falling all over 
him. The handsome hippie felt his expectant cock throb eagerly against 
his tight purple bell-bottoms as he imagined how her ripe young body 
would look after he'd pulled off her clothes. Maybe she'd even have red 
pussy hair around her little pink cunt!

The last inhalation of hashish so deadened Jill's mind that her 
normally clear set of convictions melted into a confused medley of 
erotic sensation. Suddenly, Lisa and Tommy seemed to be acting out some 
age-old ritual with motions as graceful and stylized as those of ballet 
dancers, and their animalistic moans and the soft sounds of naked flesh 
slapping against naked flesh seemed to be a sensuous background 
orchestration. Relaxing at last, the drugged young woman let her body 
sink back so that the edge of the foam mattress pressed directly 
against her heatedly throbbing pussy once more. Everything was taking 
place within a rainbow-hued cloud, and everything was beautiful and 
natural.

On the opposite mattress, Lisa continued to suck Tommy's hard pulsating 
cock deep into her tightly stretched mouth. The slender teenager's lips 
were painfully strained, but she was glad for the subtle drawn out 
agony which only served to heighten her obscene arousal. Grinding her 
eagerly quivering vagina against her boy friend's tautly muscled thigh, 
she began to tease his pulsating penis by nipping gently up and down 
the entire length of his blood-engorged shaft.

Goddamn ... you hot little whore ... you suck my cock sooo gooooood," 
groaned Tommy, driven almost out of his mind by the shuddering waves of 
pleasure that shot through his body as Lisa's sharp little teeth sank 
into his aching throbbing penis. "Like that! Bite me! Suck me 
hhaaaaarrrrrrdddddd!"

Obediently the excited Scandinavian girl pressed her red ovalled lips 
as hard as she could against the huge ,rod of male flesh plunging up 
into her mouth. Her tongue felt the urgent pulsing of the swollen veins 
on the underside of his excitedly thrusting penis, and she knew his 
orgasm was only seconds away. Almost frantically then, she undulated 
her hot little cunt against his hairy leg as she strove to cum with 
him.

Tommy was suddenly aware of the feel of Lisa's damp, hair-fringed pussy 
scraping against the naked flesh of his thigh and the wanton obscenity 
of her action aroused his passion to the fever-point. Animalistic 
groans spewed from between his tight-clenched teeth as he roughly 
grasped her soft dark hair and pushed her face still deeper between his 
loins until he could feel her soft trembling lips pressing against the 
very base of his excited cock.

Lisa sucked furiously on the long thick penis fucking with fast brutal 
strokes up into her straining mouth. Hot flames of lust rose from her 
moisture-drenched pussy, and, with each passing second, the heated 
waves of depraved desire grew more and more intense. Then with an 
inhuman gurgle of blissful anguish, she grasped his sperm-bloated balls 
with one hand and simultaneously stuck her middle finger up into his 
puckering anus.

"AAAAAAARRRRGGGG!" The guttural cry rose from deep in Tommy's throat as 
he felt the first spurt of hot thick cum shoot from his aching 
testicles and begin its headlong rush along the length of his wildly 
jerking cock. An instant later, the lust-heated liquid gushed deep into 
the Danish girl's madly sucking mouth? and every muscle and nerve in 
his orgasming young body exploded as wave after wave of the mind-
shattering climax swept over him.

"Shiiiit ... I'm cuummmiiinnnggg ... CUUUMMMIIINGG!" he groaned, the 
drug-intensified climax seemed to go on forever.

"Ooooohhhh! Yes! Yes! Oooohhhhhh!" Lisa's frenzied wails echoed her boy 
friend's, as uncontrollable searing sensations shot through her 
violently quivering young body. She continued to suck with mindless 
passion at Tommy's huge jerking penis, trying to swallow every last 
drop of his hot, acrid-tasting sperm. Not until the last bittersweet 
waves of sensation had abated in her trembling loins did the exhausted 
teenager let the now-deflated penis slowly slip from her cum-smeared 
lips. Then she fell forward onto his sweat-slickened body, and the only 
sounds in the smoke-filled room were the rasps of heavy breathing from 
the sated couple and the three highly aroused spectators.

The sudden silence brought Jill to her senses. Her body was trembling 
in sympathetic arousal, and she could hear her own breath coming almost 
as fast as the obscenely entwined couple panting on the opposite 
mattress. The young redhead felt numb and lightheaded, and, even the 
shock that the incredible salacious spectacle evoked in her was dimmed 
by her drug-hazed disorientation. With her eyes still glued to the lewd 
sight of the naked, cum-streaked couple only a few feet away from her, 
she struggled to clear her mind of the cobwebs of hashish.

Then, as she gaped at Lisa and Tommy's still quivering flesh, the 
bewildered American girl found that her hypnotic trance was lifting. 
Suddenly, she was aware of where she was, of what she was doing. The 
horrifying reality struck her brain like a knife piercing through 
butter, and her whole body recoiled in repulsion as she was forced to 
recognize that, once again, she'd succumbed to her weak, base 
instincts. Not only had she watched the lewd, immoral spectacle, but 
she'd allowed her own body to be stimulated by the forbidden sight. She 
was sick, sinful ... she must get out of this room right now and try to 
regain her sanity.

The tormented young woman forced herself to her feet. Struggling to 
focus her eyes on the door, which seemed to be at least ten miles away-
--she impelled her reluctant limbs forward. I have to get away from 
this corruption, get back to my normal self, she told herself. But, 
even as she attempted to rise, Jill felt her knees buckle weakly 
beneath her. Half sobbing with despair, the voluptuous young student 
felt her body slouch back down against Dizzy's strongly muscled loins.

"Nooooooo," she moaned weakly, as he ran his hands over her benumbed 
body.

And then, before she could connect her thoughts enough to protest, he 
was leading her out of the room? down the corridor, and into her own 
apartment. Too dazed to be fully aware of what she was doing, she let 
the lasciviously grinning hippie place her limp body on her own bed and 
then pull off her tight-fitting jeans and T-shirt. At last she blanked 
out completely. There was a buzzing hum in her ears and a black cloud 
blocking her vision---and then she fell into merciful unconsciousness.



Chapter 4


A few minutes later, the chiming of church bells outside in the warm 
summer night and a crash of glass followed by a curse from the kitchen 
echoed in Jill's befogged brain as she struggled to regain some 
semblance of consciousness. The drugged young graduate student moaned 
softly, not quite able to comprehend where she was. Part of her mind 
told her that she was in her parent's white frame New England home, 
lying on the narrow patchwork-quilt-covered bed in her own bedroom, but 
another section of her brain warned that this couldn't be true. If she 
were safe at home, she wouldn't be hearing those strange sounds, and 
her head wouldn't feel so thick and fuzzy.

The confused young redhead forced her heavy eyelids open and stared in 
astonishment at her own naked body, which was sprawled in lewd abandon 
upon the bed. Next she focused her eyes on an exotically-clad young man 
who was standing just outside the kitchen doorway pouring a glass of 
whiskey. What was that stranger doing in her room.. and what had 
happened to her clothes?

Staring in disbelief, Jill moaned and turned her head away. Disturbing 
memories were gradually crowding into her mind, and she began to feel 
afraid as she realized how powerful the effects of the hashish had 
been. She knew that she was totally vulnerable now, unable to defend 
herself against the long-haired hippie who was leaning against the 
kitchen wall and leering at her. Clenching her eyes tightly shut in a 
futile attempt to shut out the reality of her situation, the trembling 
American girl found that depraved pictures were imprinted on her 
eyelids. There was no escape!

"Nooooo!" she murmured in horror as scenes of Lisa's glistening pink 
lips clasping Tommy's long pulsing penis flashed relentlessly before 
her eyes. She imagined she could feel streams of thick white sperm 
running down her own throat and over her chin, and an unwanted tingling 
sensation began once more in her traitorous vagina. "Noooooo!" she 
moaned again, more loudly this time.

"You want some whiskey?" Dizzy asked, as he saw the curvaceous redhead 
coming to life. Goddamn, she was built better than anything he'd ever 
seen in his life. He couldn't wait to duck this sexy American bitch. He 
should have ducked her a couple of minutes ago when she was out of it, 
but he wanted her to know she was being Sucked ... and by him!

Jill kept her head buried in the pillow, refusing to acknowledge his 
presence by answering his question. Somehow it seemed that, if she 
ignored him, he would vanish, that it was all a terrible nightmare that 
she could shut off by will power.

"I said, do you wanna drink?" Dizzy repeated, the alcohol combined with 
the mind-distorting dope making him feel unusually aggressive. What the 
Suck was the matter with the stupid bitch anyway? Did she think she was 
better than he was or something? The dark-haired young man approached 
the bed and stared down at her voluptuous naked body below him, a 
menacing expression crossing his lewdly leering eyes.

"Noooooo," Jill moaned. It seemed to be the only thing she could say, 
and, though she wanted to tell him to leave, her mouth couldn't form 
the words.

"Yeah, you do!" Dizzy spat down at her. Grasping her long red curls 
with one hand, he roughly yanked her face around so that she was forced 
to look at him. She stared up at him with widened eyes, a little cry of 
pain escaping from between her lips as he cruelly tugged on her soft 
hair, and her helpless terror incited the drug-crazed youth more than 
ever.

Jill's eyes remained glued to the frightened face leering down at her. 
There was something almost inhuman about his steel-eyed expression that 
warned her that he was too far gone to reason with, even if her numb 
lips could have managed to shape the words. With a snarling laugh, 
Dizzy forced the glass of whiskey to her mouth. The naked redhead shook 
her head in mute protest and clenched her teeth tightly together, for 
she was afraid that the alcohol would totally destroy her already 
muddled brain.

"Goddamn it, I said have a drink before I fuck you," Dizzy raged, then 
pinched her nose tightly shut so that she was compelled to open her 
mouth to gasp for air. The minute her lips parted, the angry young man 
poured straight Scotch down her throat.

Jill swallowed and gagged at the taste of the burning liquid. His lewd 
words had confirmed her worst suspicions. "Before I Duck you" ... the 
terrible words rang in her ears as the searing whiskey warmed her 
stomach. "Noooooo," she wailed again, more frantically this time. 
"NOOOOOOOO!"

"What's the matter? You think I'm not good enough for your goddamned 
pussy?" Dizzy sneered. He began to pull off his velvet trousers and 
Moroccan shirt, the alcohol coursing through his bloodstream feeding 
his lust and anger. "You stupid American cunt! I know you're as hot as 
I am! And you're gonna see how a real man fucks!"

The intoxicated redhead stared at the long thick penis that sprang 
rigidly out from his hair-covered loins. This couldn't be happening, it 
just couldn't! She closed her eyes, suddenly feeling completely 
disoriented from the combination of alcohol and hash. Then, as the sex-
crazed young man's hands cruelly grasped at the full sensitive mounds 
of her naked breasts, she realized with dreadful certainty that this 
horror-filled vision was not a dream. This wild-eyed stranger was about 
to rape her, to tear away her precious virginity that she'd preserved 
all these years for someone worthy of her trust. A sudden vision of 
Jeff, her college boy friend, ran through her distorted brain. It would 
have been far better if she'd allowed him to deflower her then, almost 
anyone, in fact, rather than this maniac hovering above her now.

Adrenaline shot through Jill Duncan's loins, and she shoved his hands 
from her quivering breasts with a strength that surprised her.

"Get away, get away from me! Don't touch me!" she choked out, trying to 
scramble off the bed.

Her resistance infuriated the lust-inflamed youth. All remaining traces 
of reason fled from his mind, and the only reality he was aware of was 
the burning ache in his erectly throbbing penis.

"Get back over here, goddamn it!" he yelled at the cringing redhead, 
then brutally flung his thin yet powerful body down to pin her nakedly 
to the bed. Jill gasped weakly as the impact of his weight knocked the 
wind from her chest, and in this confusing instant Dizzy was able to 
position himself between the terrified girl's long shapely legs. 
Grasping at the soft resilient flesh of her inner thighs, he roughly 
yanked them apart to kneel between them and then leered down at her 
fear-glazed eyes in triumph.

"Now I'm gonna fuck you," he hissed down at the innocent naked girl 
beneath him. "Gonna fuck you till you're screaming for more!"

His lewd words seemed to etch themselves across Jill's drug-clouded 
brain. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! Over and over again the red letters of this 
vile word flashed before her tightly closed eyelids until the 
frightened young law student thought that she was losing her mind. I 
have to pull myself together ... I have to stop him now, she mentally 
cried, forcing her eyes open in order to dispel the unwanted 
hallucination. But when she saw his naked male flesh towering above her 
and noted the animalistic lust upon Dizzy's flushed face, she felt more 
helpless and incapable of action than ever before in her life.

"You ... you can't!" the virginal young girl managed to choke out from 
between parched lips. "Please! No one ever did this to me before!"

"Don't give me that bullshit, baby," the long-haired youth hissed down 
at her. "You really think I believe that kind of crap?" Her unwilling 
attitude was really beginning to irritate him now, was this some kind 
of game American girls played or something? His long thick cock was 
lurching painfully against the girl's smooth-skinned thigh, and he 
didn't want to lie around talking about it, he wanted to Suck her right 
this instant. If she didn't like it now, well, he'd make her like it 
before he was through with her!

Ignoring Jill's continuous moans of anguish, the eager young man 
lowered his head to the full mounds of her large white breasts. They 
were perfectly shaped, and their satin-smooth flesh quivered beneath 
his hungry mouth as he ran his tongue around one little pink nipple and 
then squeezed it hard between his lips. He felt her body jerk slightly, 
and a ripple of triumphant glee ran through his desire-wracked body. He 
was going to turn this little bitch on if it killed him!

The shock of feeling Dizzy's warm moist lips sucking on her naked 
breast sent a strange shivering tingle through Jill's sensually aroused 
body. For a few moments all fears and thoughts of resistance vanished, 
smothered by the exquisite sensations shooting from her breasts down to 
her wide-stretched thighs. Then her mind once again cleared, and the 
drug-confused virgin knew what she was doing. She was allowing a total 
stranger to abase her body---she was acting like a vile, sinful whore!

"Stop!" she gasped, her own voice sounding as if it were coming from a 
long way off. "Don't do it to me! Please stop!"

But even as she spoke, Dizzy's fingers were running over her fearfully 
trembling belly, moving down over the hair-fringed slit of her vagina 
which was already damp and sensitive from the unwanted arousal she had 
felt watching the lewd spectacle of oral intercourse in Dizzy's room. 
Oh God! The tormented young student knew she couldn't allow this to 
happen, couldn't allow this man to wantonly rape her, but his mouth and 
hands felt so wonderful---even better than the dildo had last night---
and she didn't know how she could gather the strength to stop him.

"Noooooo," Jill sighed weakly, attempting to draw her long legs 
together.

"You quit saying 'no' or I'm gonna make you quit it!" the youth warned, 
obviously enjoying the feeling of power he had over the helpless young 
girl beneath him. "No, you mustn't ... you ... AHHHHHHHH!" Jill's 
tremulous resistance changed to a wail of anguish as Dizzy's teeth sank 
into the soft flesh surrounding her erect nipple. At first she thought 
that she would faint from the searing pain, but much to her surprise it 
faded to an exquisite agony. Suddenly the auburn-haired virgin felt 
herself sinking into a state where all resolutions, all guilt, 
everything but her compelling physical arousal ceased to exist. One 
last clear thought flashed through her mind as the dark-haired young 
man's finger located her ultra-sensitive clitoris and began to rub 
around it in teasing circular strokes: I know it's wrong, but I don 't 
care anymore! I'm alone in this strange country and no one will know 
what I do except me, and, God help me, I want to learn what this 
powerful feeling is all about.

The Danish hippie felt the American girl's voluptuous body gradually 
relaxing beneath his fingers and hungrily sucking mouth, and he 
realized that he'd conquered her at last. His aggression began to 
vanish as he felt Jill's aroused little pussy quiver eagerly at his 
touch; now he concentrated on fucking this curvaceous young female and 
making her love every minute of it. For a few minutes more he continued 
to nibble and tease at her satin-smooth breasts and to caress her 
moistly throbbing vagina with his outstretched middle finger. Each time 
she moaned and jerked in helpless arousal beneath him, he felt himself 
growing increasingly strong and masculine. This was the way he'd wanted 
it to be, the way it ought to be. Jesus Christ! He wanted to spend the 
rest of his life all ducked up on good dope and screwing a fantastic 
woman like this- one who writhed and gasped underneath him now.

"You love it, you sweet little bitch," he whispered into her ear. Soft 
tendrils of her flame-colored curls teased at his face, arousing him 
more than ever. "Tell me you want it! Tell me what you want me to do to 
you!"

"Ahhhhh ... ooohhhhh ..." Jill mewled helplessly, not really 
comprehending his words. Part of her mind was still fairly clear, and 
it was telling her that she was about to do something she would regret 
the rest of her life. But somehow this only served to excite her 
traitorous body more than ever. I'm perverted and evil, the helplessly 
writhing young redhead thought to herself. I'm a whore, I'm going to 
let a stranger duck me, and I know I'm going to love it!

It was as if years of frustrated impulses had surfaced in the passion-
incensed young girl's body. The lewd word "fuck" and the depraved 
impression of how she must look lying there naked on the bed beneath 
this man fed her distorted passion until she was almost insane with an 
animal desire to feel his thick cock pulsating deep inside of her 
quivering vagina. It didn't even matter how much it might hurt, she had 
to feel it, had to experience this or she would go out of her mind.

"Tell me! What do you want me to do?" Dizzy insisted, sadistically 
nipping first one helplessly quivering nipple and then the other.

This time Jill heard him, but she still did not reply. No matter how 
much her body was betraying her into this depraved arousal, she could 
not imagine admitting it to this strange man whom she loathed in her 
mind but lusted for in her loins. To actually say the words would mean 
acknowledging her own forbidden feelings, and she knew that if she 
uttered her desire she'd never be able to look at herself again without 
shame and guilt for the rest of her life. This dark-haired intruder 
might have managed to overpower her deceitful body, but the idea that 
he had also corrupted her mind and broken down her will power of which 
she was so proud was too awful to contemplate.

"Nooooo, stop! Stop!" Jill moaned, but her words were contradicted by 
the wanton upward undulations of her buttocks.

"Yes!" Dizzy insisted. "I wanna hear you say it! Come on, tell me, you 
want me to fuck you!" As he spoke, he inserted his middle finger a 
couple of inches up into her moistly clasping vaginal sheath.

"Ohhhhhhh!" gasped the impassioned redhead as the unexpected lewd 
sensation of his rotating finger inside her never-before-entered pussy 
sent irrepressible tremors of pleasure through every sensitive nerve in 
her eagerly trembling body. She squeezed her eyes shut and found to her 
dismay that the forbidden word was once again flashing before her eyes: 
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! The word rang so loudly in her ears that she thought 
someone was speaking it---and then a cold shiver of shock ran through 
her nakedly writhing body as she realized that the distorted voice was 
her own. Oh God! He had conquered her in spite of her strong 
resolutions ... forced her to submit to his stronger will ... 
transformed her into a submissive slave who was unable to resist him. 
The lewd tremor of masochistic excitement that ran through Jill's 
voluptuous body at this last thought shocked the sexually inexperienced 
young girl. Fingers of obscene arousal flickered throughout her body, 
feeding the flames of her already burning desire and causing her to 
call out again, "Ohhhhh ... fuck ... fuck me ... fuck me ..." Her voice 
was louder now, and it carried a clouded ring of desire.

Dizzy felt a wave of salacious satisfaction as the obscene words spewed 
from the innocent young girds lust-contorted mouth. Goddamn, she was a 
real hot little cant after all! His furiously throbbing cock gave an 
urgent lurch and he knew he could not wait another minute to stuff his 
rigid cock-shaft up into this American girl's hot little pussy.

"You asked for it, baby," he gloated, pulling his middle finger out 
from the damp clinging depths of her quivering vaginal channel and 
positioning his lust-thickened penis just in front of her glistening 
pussy lips.

There was a curious disappointed sensation deep in Jill's violated 
pussy as Dizzy's finger popped with a lewd little sound from her wetly 
quivering vagina. She opened her eyes, feeling frustrated at his abrupt 
withdrawal, but then a loud gasp of horror rose in her throat as the 
innocent redhead saw his swollen pole of hard male flesh pointed right 
at the tiny quivering mouth of her virginal pussy. It was enormous, and 
it's lust-bloated size frightened her terribly. It was too big, far, 
far too big---to ever fit inside her tight little vagina which had been 
stretched painfully even by the plastic vibrator. It would split her in 
two!

"Oh no! You can't! It's too big!" she wailed, trying to pull her 
widespread legs back together and involuntarily tightening her cuntal 
muscles in self-defense. But even as she spoke she felt the hot-
pressing head of Dizzy's rigidly pulsing penis rubbing against her most 
sensitive flesh. Staring down in a terror that was mixed with lewd 
twinges of desire, the panting young virgin felt another shudder of 
masochistic arousal run wantonly through her naked loins. Beads of 
perspiration sprang out on her forehead as she watched and felt the 
enormous rod of pulsating male flesh, slide a painful inch into her 
well-lubricated pussy. The lips of her vagina opened like a hungry 
child to receive the long invading instrument deeper inside her virgin 
cuntal channel.

"Ahhhhh," the drug-crazed young woman moaned, making no effort now to 
disguise the fact that it was a moan of ecstasy rather than of pain. 
Although her tight little vagina was being brutally stretched by the 
insistent pressure of his thick cockhead, the young redhead was 
nevertheless filled with a never-before-experienced sensation of 
mindless desire. She wanted him to plunge his long hard thickness all 
the way up into her eagerly clasping cunt, and longed for the exquisite 
climax she knew his penis would bring her.

Dizzy held his fully erect cock still for a long moment, savoring the 
sight of this previously obstinate girl who now writhed beneath him in 
frenzied excitement. For as long as he could bear it, the excited youth 
let his thick cock lie immobile halfway up inside Jill's trembling 
vaginal channel, wanting to tease her passion to the fever point before 
he satisfied her. Although she'd said that no one had ever done this to 
her before, he never for a minute thought that she could have been 
telling the truth. Certainly none of the girls he'd ever known had been 
virgins at her age, especially if they were as voluptuous as the lovely 
redhead beneath him.

Unable at last to hold himself back any longer, Dizzy began to push his 
aching cock deeper into her tautly resisting vagina. Shit, her goddamn 
cunt was the tightest he'd ever felt in his entire life! Could she 
really be a virgin? This thought so excited the lust-crazed young man 
that he shoved his hips forward and lunged without thought of injury 
into her tightly clasping pussy. For an instant he feared that it would 
be impossible to penetrate the resisting sheath of her virginal hymen, 
but then, ignoring Jill's anguished cry of pain, he thrust again. This 
time he could feel his long hard cock slip another inch into the 
whimpering redhead's moisture-drenched vagina. Her fear-tensed cuntal 
muscles clutched so tightly to the first few inches of his hotly 
throbbing cock that he knew he had to ram it all the way to the hilt 
before he shot his load all over her cream-white thighs and red-gold 
pubic hair.

"HERE IT COMES, BABY!" the long-haired youth shouted at the top of his 
lungs. "GET READY FOR THE BEST FUCK OF YOUR LIFE!"

"Nooooo, oh God, nooooo!" Jill wailed as tears of pain coursed in 
little rivulets down over her flushed cheeks. The excruciating agony of 
his brutal entry temporarily cleared her mind of all her earlier drug-
intensified arousal, and she was at last fully aware of what was 
happening to her. She was about to lose her treasured virginity, not to 
the loving lifetime partner she'd dreamed of, not to the most perfect 
man in the world whom she could respect and love forever. No, instead 
she was about to be fucked in the most humiliating and degrading way 
she could imagine---by a total stranger whose mind was so confused by 
hashish and alcohol that she doubted he knew or cared whose vagina he 
was plunging his enormous cock into. And worst of all, the fearful 
young student was certain that his huge cudgel of flesh was going to 
split her right open!

"Stop! You're killing me, you're ..."

But even as the horrified redhead moaned out her desperate protests, 
she heard Dizzy's wanton animalistic battle cry and felt his giant 
penis smash into her helplessly cringing vagina with relentless fury. A 
sickening bolt of searing pain shot through Jill's pinioned body as his 
invading cock ripped through the fragile membrane protecting her 
virginity. Every cell in her violated young body screamed in protest, 
and the tortured auburn-haired victim only wished that she could pass 
out or die, anything to escape from the burning hell she had 
unwittingly allowed herself to fall into. Not daring to move a muscle 
for fear that the agony would be intensified, she lay nakedly gasping 
and moaning beneath the impaling pole of hot male flesh. It filled 
every inch of her strained vaginal channel, and she could feel every 
pulsing vein of its long thick shaft as it pressed against her wide-
stretched cuntal walls. Trembling in fear and agony, Jill waited for 
the next torturous thrust with her eyes clenched tightly shut.

Much to the innocent redhead's surprise, Dizzy held his massive penis 
inside her tightly clasping pussy until he felt her taut cuntal muscles 
relaxing and heard her groans grow less anguished. Jesus Christ! he 
thought in excitement, the little bitch really was a goddamned virgin! 
The first one he'd ever had! This realization so fired his passion that 
his cock began almost involuntarily to flex and throb against the 
moisture-drenched walls of her palpitating vagina.

"Arrrrrggghhhh," Jill cried out, but the lust-maddened youth above her 
could already detect a slight change in her high-pitched voice. It no 
longer sounded desperate and hysterical. Instead, she appeared to be 
submissive and on the verge of arousal again. Suddenly overcome by his 
urgent need, Dizzy began to plunge his lust-swollen cock in and out of 
her clinging cuntal channel with smooth rhythmic strokes that speared 
far into the never-before-penetrated depths of her impaled young pussy.

Jill lay on the rumpled bed, scarcely daring to breathe as the thick 
rod of flesh began fucking into her vagina, each relentless stroke 
sending a heated stab of burning pain searing through the tautly 
stretched lips of her cunt. At first the agony was almost more than the 
whimpering girl thought she could bear, and though she could not 
control the sounds spewing from her contorted lips, she realized that 
there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop this drug-crazed 
youth from continuing to skewer her ruthlessly violated pussy. He 
didn't even seem to hear her piteous mewls, and it was quite obvious 
that nothing she could do or say would deter him from ravishing her 
previously untouched body.

In fact, the confused redhead was no longer sure that she wanted to do 
anything to stop him now, even if she could. Her pain-wracked loins 
were reacting to the helplessness of her position by instinctively 
relaxing, and to the ravaged redhead's relief the initial pain was 
fading to a dull, almost pleasurable ache.

"Fuck back, fuck back," the lust-inflamed boy cried out. "Move that 
goddamn ass! Fuck back!" He knew that this would serve to deaden her 
pain; more importantly, it would turn her into a wantonly writhing 
whore, changing her forever from an uptight virgin who thought she was 
better than everyone else. And he, Dizzy, was going to bring about this 
lurid transformation. The sadistic thought swelled his drug-affected 
ego almost as much as his pounding penis.

Not daring to displease this stranger whose invading hardness had such 
power to bring pain, Jill began to wriggle her buttocks in small 
uncertain circles around the hot mass of male flesh stuffed up into her 
tight little cuntal opening. To her surprise she found that this 
submissive movement dispelled the last traces of discomfort and 
replaced them with the same wanton thrills of arousal that had driven 
her half-mad with desire when he'd finger-fucked her. Soon her hips 
were undulating in urgent circles, and tingling masochistic waves of 
pleasure slid insidiously along every nerve in her fevered young body. 
Oh God, she thought, I'm losing control of myself again.. and I don't 
even care anymore. I want him to Duck me---I don't care if it's wrong.

No longer trying to repress the exquisite sensations surging through 
her writhing loins, Jill fucked back with every muscle in her body. She 
felt her cunt opening up like a flower beneath his battering penis as 
lewd words gurgled out from her lust-contorted mouth.

"Oh, fuck me, fuck me hard!" she groaned out. "Give me your cock ... 
give me your cum!"

The forbidden words excited her more than ever. It was as though some 
force deep within Jill Duncan that had laid dormant all these years had 
suddenly been released by this man's wildly plunging cock, and each 
obscenity she uttered was a cry of triumphant freedom to the aroused 
young woman. Straining every muscle in her body to the utmost, she 
strove for the orgasm that she could feel already descending upon her 
wantonly aroused body.

Her sudden lewd reaction almost drove the long-haired youth insane. The 
speed and strength of his strokes accelerated out-of-control, and he 
knew his aching lust-bloated balls would explode at any minute now.

"Cummmmming!" he shouted down at the flailing young woman beneath him. 
"I'm cummmmmming!"

And then a hot stream of thick burning semen was rushing down his long 
jerking penis to gush in spurt after spurt into Jill's tightly clasping 
cunt. His entire body shivered and spasmed for several minutes, and 
then he collapsed upon the girl's still twitching loins, his deflated 
cock slipping uselessly from her unsatisfied cunt. In the intensity of 
his own climax, the drugged young hippie didn't hear Jill's frustrated 
whimpers, didn't know or care that he'd failed to bring the ravaged and 
violated virgin to orgasm.

"Oh no, nononono Don't stop, oh, please don't stop now!" Jill's words 
came from her mouth in a husky, despairing whisper. It just couldn't be 
true! She'd been so close, almost there ... and now it was too late. 
She just couldn't bear it.

The frustrated redhead continued to whimper softly, burying her face in 
the rumpled bedclothes as the sated youth rose unsteadily to his feet. 
He stood looking down at her perspiration-slickened body sprawled in 
lewd abandon upon the bed, a vacant expression in his bloodshot eyes. 
Then he picked up his scattered clothes and made his way back to his 
own apartment, still naked, to have another pipe of hash and boast to 
his friends of his triumphant conquest over this helpless and 
deflowered young American girl.



Chapter 5


It was mid-afternoon by the time the hot sun streaming in through the 
uncurtained windows roused Jill Duncan from her drugged slumber. She 
opened her eyes groggily, not realizing at first where she was, and 
gazed in confusion at her own naked body splayed out upon the wild 
disorder of rumpled bedclothes. Why on earth had she gone to bed 
without putting on her nightgown or getting under the covers? she asked 
herself uneasily. Rubbing her eyes, the curvaceous redhead attempted to 
stand up only to collapse back upon the bed as a wave of dizziness 
surged through her aching head. Was she sick maybe? Or ... or ... a 
faint shred of memory wafted through her disoriented brain, and without 
quite remembering just why, she felt guilty and ashamed, and in some 
inexplicable way different from the way she'd always felt before. What 
happened to her last night. WHAT?

Even as the troubled young girl shook her tangled auburn curls and 
attempted to clear away the fog that had blotted out her memory of the 
previous evening, she remembered that she'd had an appointment at three 
o'clock this afternoon at the university. She groped for the clock that 
she usually placed beside her bed, finally locating it on the floor 
with a crack in its glass face but with its hands still faithfully 
ticking. Three-fifteen! Oh God, she felt far too ill to get up now---it 
was just impossible to even consider doing so. Every muscle in her 
naked body ached, and the flesh down between her legs felt raw and 
sensitive.

Another dim flicker of recollection rippled across Jill's brain, a 
repulsive lewd image of herself sprawled beneath a man's body with his 
long thick cock piercing deep into her hair-fringed pussy. The 
distraught auburn-haired student shuddered and sank back down upon the 
bed, resolutely pushing the depraved picture from her mind. I must have 
been looking at those porno magazines again; probably using the 
vibrator too, she decided. Well, never again. IS throw them away as 
soon as I get up. This explanation was humiliating enough, but it was 
far less horrifying than the truth which lurked deep within her 
subconscious, so she accepted it almost thankfully.

More sleeps that's what I need, she told herself, discarding any 
thought of attending her appointment as she curled beneath the crumpled 
sheet. That'll put these filthy ideas out of my mind. And with that she 
sank back once more into a deadening dreamless slumber.

It was almost two hours later when she was startled from her sleep by a 
loud tapping on the door. Leaping out of bed and grabbing a robe from 
the closet as she passed, the groggy young redhead pulled open the 
door. A uniformed man stood there holding out a piece of blue paper and 
mumbling something in Danish. A telegram!

In the Duncan home, telegrams were considered an expensive waste of 
good hard-earned money and were sent only in the event of severe 
illness or death. An icy chill of fear ran through Jill's scantily body 
now as she accepted the ominous slip of paper, it must be about daddy, 
he must have had another stroke! Too perturbed to notice the way the 
teenaged delivery boy was staring with wide-eyed interest at her 
partially revealed breasts Jutting out from the hastily flung on robe, 
she tore open the wire. Then, as she read it, her knees went weak with 
relief.


"MEET ME AT THE PAGODA RESTAURANT IN TIVOLI GARDENS AT EIGHT TONIGHT.

LOVE, ERIK"


Jill was surprised at the strong wave of happy excitement that ran 
through her body as she read and then reread the message. Part of her 
emotion was caused by relief, of course, but a good portion of it was 
pure pleasure at the prospect of seeing the handsome blond Dane again. 
A wide smile illuminated her pretty face, erasing the tightness from 
around her mouth and the worried expression from her green eyes.

Suddenly Jill became aware that the young telegraph boy was still 
standing in the doorway. Well, what does he want? she wondered. Did he 
expect a tip? But she'd read in a handbook prepared by the Danish 
government that tipping was necessary only in taxis in Denmark, so it 
couldn't be that. Perplexed by his odd behavior, the voluptuous auburn-
haired girl followed his glance and then turned fiery-red as she saw 
}ROW her carelessly draped robe exposed the top of her full, upthrust 
breasts. She quickly pulled the garment tightly across her chest, 
causing the teenager to blush in embarrassment and quickly hurry down 
the stairs.

Smiling to herself at the expression of consternation on his youthful 
face, the curvaceous student turned back into the kitchen to make 
herself a pot of coffee. There were fragments of broken glass on the 
floor by the sink, and at the sight of them the disturbing feeling of 
guilt-ridden anxiety returned. Once again she tried to grasp hold of 
some distant memory, but it was as elusive as a dream. All the troubled 
redhead could be sure of was a peculiar sense of shame, and this 
amnesia worried her. Surely she hadn't drunk so much last night, the 
bottle was still half-full. What in God's name was causing her peculiar 
behavior?

A troubled frown replaced her smile as she picked up the slivers of 
glass, put on a kettle of water for coffee, and fetched her towel, 
soap, and lotions for a sponge bath. For some reason she felt very 
dirty, and she thought longingly of the large white tub in her parent's 
bathroom. She wondered what the Danes did for bathing---perhaps there 
were public baths - and determined to find out as soon as possible. Her 
memory black-out still tormenting her, she began to scrub furiously at 
her shapely body.

Perhaps she was going crazy? She remembered how her old Aunt Millicent 
had lost her memory of whole days at a time. How she'd once shown up 
for church on a Monday morning and had stood on the doorstep in the 
midst of a virtual blizzard hysterically proclaiming that the entire 
town was doomed to eternal hellfire for breaking the Sabbath. Finally 
they'd come and taken her away to Peaceful Valley Rest Home up in the 
Berkshires. The one time that Jill had visited her there, the confused 
old lady had called her Dorcas, thinking she was her mother. Perhaps 
the same sort of sickness was afflicting her now---hadn't she read 
somewhere that certain types of insanity ran in families?

As she washed her large well-rounded breasts, Jill realized that they 
were abnormally sore. She also seemed to have started her period, 
although it wasn't due for another week. Since she'd never been 
irregular in her life before now, she seized on this as a plausible 
explanation for her puzzling amnesia and determined to stop thinking 
about it. Obviously she'd been physically sick last night, and the 
memory loss was a quite natural consequence.

Feeling cleaned and almost her old self again, the twenty-two year old 
graduate student sat down at the tiny kitchen table to drink her 
coffee. Pushing all thoughts of last night's perplexing events from her 
mind, she attempted to immerse herself in one of the thick lawbooks 
she'd checked out from the library. Yesterday she'd successfully 
avoided her lewd distracting thoughts by involving herself in her work, 
but for some reason this didn't work today. All she could think about 
was the missed appointment with Professor Jorgensen. What on earth was 
she going to tell him---surely not that she'd been unable to get 
herself out of bed at three in the afternoon. Sickness ... perhaps the 
flu ... that sounded believable and was almost true, for she'd 
certainly been stricken by some sort of weird virus. Absentmindedly 
reaching for her cigarettes, Jill lit one Band inhaled deeply. 
Immediately she began to tremble like a leaf as her memory suddenly 
came rushing back, flooding her mind with obscene, unspeakable visions 
that she at once recognized to be the truth.

Hashish---of course! She'd smoked hashish with the hippies across the 
hall, and it had caused her to lose her memory. Now Jill found herself 
wishing that these lurid visions had never returned; she'd almost 
rather not have known that she'd acted in such a despicable manner. A 
repulsive picture of that corrupt young brunette sucking on her naked 
boy friend's long thick penis flashed before her eyes, and the 
distressed young woman remembered how she'd sat and watched this 
perverted spectacle. Yes, and she'd been aroused as she watched it ... 
she clearly recalled the urgent throbbing heat in her vagina and the 
way she'd furtively rubbed her burning pussy against the edge of the 
foam mattress. Dear God! How could she have done such a depraved thing? 
The very thought of it made her fair-skinned face blush beet-red with 
humiliation. And then what had happened next? She knew there was 
something more, but she couldn't recall it. And perhaps it s just as 
well, she decided, gulping down the rest of her coffee. If it's more 
obscene than that, I don't think I ever want to know about it

In spite of her overwhelming shame, Jill's intelligent brain began 
working in its usual logical, analytical manner to make the reality 
more acceptable. Last night was in the past, and, there was no use in 
agonizing over it now. Today well, tonight really, was a new day, and 
she would soon feel her old strong self again. She'd dine with Erik, 
then come straight home for an early night's sleep so that she could be 
fresh and alert for a day-late meeting with Professor Jorgensen 
tomorrow. And if the disturbing memories returned, she'd wipe them out 
of her mind as easily as erasing chalk from a blackboard.

An hour later Jill Duncan was walking through a small park on her way 
to Tivoli Gardens. A light breeze wrapped the silky material of her 
short pale green dress around her long slender legs, clearly outlining 
the lines of her firm, full-fleshed thighs to the interested eyes of 
all passers-by. The redheaded young woman scarcely noticed their 
glances, for every ounce of her considerable energy was concentrated on 
her resolution to stifle the corrupt flames of lust that had for some 
reason been troubling her for the past few days---ever since she'd 
arrived in Denmark, in fact. From now on she was going to be pure and 
strong, and there would be no more inexcusable lapses like last night 
or the night before. When she met Eric, there would be no perverted 
tinglings in her body, not even if he tried to kiss her again. From now 
on she would be a cool and competent law student, and nothing more.

The resolute girl didn't seem to remember that just twenty-four hours 
before, she'd been thinking the very same thoughts as she strode 
through another park.

*  *  *

"I'll be as fat as a cow after a year in Denmark if all the food's as 
good as this," Jill sighed contentedly as she spooned up the last 
mouthful of her strawberries and rich whipped cream. "I wonder why all 
the Danes aren't fat?"

"Oh, we don't eat like this every day, only on special occasions, Erik 
explained as he stared into the sparkling green eyes of the curvaceous 
redhead seated across the balcony table from him.

Jill, in spite of her strenuous resolutions to remain coolly 
uninvolved, found herself smiling back at the handsome blond man. A 
pre-dinner drink and two powerful Elephant beers along with her oysters 
and sole meunieure had made her feel relaxed and contented; and the 
fairytale atmosphere of Tivoli Gardens, with its colored lights, bright 
flowers, and whimsical buildings, seemed to preclude any emotion except 
cheerful enjoyment. Even when the good-looking young man reached across 
the table to clasp her hand in his she did not try to draw away. It 
seemed the most natural thing in the world to be touching him as they 
gazed down at a cascading fountain below their balcony seat.

"How about an after-dinner drink?" Erik suggested in a voice as soft as 
the subtle caresses of his warm fingers upon her palm.

Although she had planned to be home early, Jill found herself very 
reluctant to leave this beautiful place. Being with Erik channeled her 
mind away from her worries; if she tried to go to sleep now, she'd only 
lie awake tossing and turning as lewd visions danced before her eyes.

"That would be fun," she smiled, her sea-green eyes sparkling at the 
well-dressed man beside her.

"Tivoli closes at midnight," Erik told her, "but I'll ring my friend 
Lars who owns a club and see if he's open tonight. I can't bear for 
this night to end so early." He'd discovered in New York that a little 
sticky sweet romanticism was the key to loosening the inhibitions of 
certain types of American girls. Even the ones who liked to spurt 
Women's Lib slogans at him would grow warm and cuddly in response to 
his Prince Charming image; it was, after all, the ideal that had been 
instilled into their subconscious all during their early childhood 
years. Now, just as he'd suspected she would, Jill stared back at him 
with dreamy, star-studded eyes.

"Sure," she murmured. "I'd like to see a Danish nightclub."

"Waiter," Erik called to the whitejacketed waiter, "please bring a 
Cherry Herring Special for the lady. And where can I make a phone 
call?"

Jill watched as the tall blond Dane followed the waiter into the 
oriental-roofed pavilion, returning the kiss that he blew to her before 
vanishing behind a pillar. In principle such silly romantic gestures 
annoyed her, but for some reason she felt quite unlike her usual 
efficient, organized self tonight. Come to think of it, the attractive 
redhead mused to herself as she picked up the rose-colored drink the 
waiter had placed before her, she'd been feeling and acting very 
strangely ever since she'd left the United States. Could it be possible 
that there was a direct relationship between her strange behavior and 
her new home---was the climate perhaps responsible? There was something 
very strange about these long bright Scandinavian days with only a few 
hours of darkness. In one of her classes at college she'd learned about 
a "suicide belt" theory; apparently certain areas of the world such as 
Austria, Los Angeles, and part of Israel have statistically higher 
suicide rates than the rest of the world and some scientists attribute 
this fact to certain chemicals prevalent in the atmospheres of these 
areas. If this was true, then presumably her own sexual arousal could 
be caused by something along the same lines.

Shaking her auburn-haired head at her own silliness, Jill turned her 
attention to the delicious cherry-flavored drink and the panorama of 
bright lights and laughter going on below her. For once in her life she 
didn't want to be studious and introspective---she just wanted to enjoy 
herself as much as the shrieking children on the nearby roller coaster 
were doing ... she wanted to feel alive.

*  *  *

From where Erik Mortensen stood inside the glass-enclosed telephone 
box, he could see Jill's profile clearly. He noted her expression of 
pleased surprise as she tasted the Cherry Herring Special he'd ordered 
for her. Good! It was a very powerful drink, although the vodka laced 
in with the cherry liqueur was barely detectable, and he knew it would 
make the serious American beauty lose more of her inhibitions. So far, 
the tall young man was more than satisfied with the way his auburn-
haired date had been acting this evening, she seemed more relaxed and 
friendly than she had the first day he'd met her, and she looked better 
than ever too in that modestly cut yet sensuous silky dress that clung 
to her voluptuous body's curves like Saran wrap. Erik felt his long 
cock pulsing against his tight-fitting trousers as he dialed his 
friend's number. Tonight he'd get inside that sweet little pussy if it 
was the last thing he ever did!

"Lars Jensen?" he spoke into the receiver. "Erik here ... I'm in Tivoli 
... yes, Tivoli, don't laugh, I'm with the most terrific piece of ass 
you've ever seen, and I know you've seen a lot! ... yes, that's why I'm 
calling. I want to bring her around to "Club 33" ... No, not like that 
... she'd freak out. She's an American, real uptight, you know the 
type. So I want to find out exactly what time the show begins, so that 
we can be there "accidentally" and I can pretend I didn't plan it ... 
12:45? Okay, we'll be there, outside the door ... Thanks, pal---just 
wait till you see this hot little cunt and you'll know what I'm talking 
about! What's on tonight anyway ... REALLY? Great! That should do the 
trick if anything will! ... Okay, Lars, see you later."

The handsome blond man replaced the receiver and turned back toward the 
balcony with a little smile of triumph on his face. He turned toward 
Jill again; she was staring out at the brightly lit park, an expression 
of amazed pleasure softening her beautiful features. Wait till she sees 
what I've got planned for her! he gloated in lewd anticipation. Then 
she'll really be smiling!



Chapter 6


Club 33 was so dimly lit that Jill, who was beginning to feel the 
effects of the considerable amount of alcohol she'd consumed already 
that night, stumbled and fell to her knees on the plush-carpeted stairs 
of the entryway. Erik Mortensen helped the blushing young redhead to 
her feet, allowing his hand to rest a little longer than necessary on 
her smooth-skinned upper arm. Jesus Christ, she felt so soft and warm 
there---how much better her full breasts and flaring hips would feel!

As the handsome blonde's hand lingered on her sensitive flesh, the 
intoxicated redhead was thinking much the same thing. His pressuring 
hand felt so good that her clouded imagination immediately conjured up 
an obscene vision of his hands gently and sensuously caressing every 
inch of her naked flesh. Jill shivered, a lewd tingle traversing her 
slender body. Something told her that she was remembering rather than 
fantasizing. It must be those porno magazines, the auburn-haired young 
woman convinced herself, once again driving her obscene memories of the 
long-haired drug addict back down into her subconscious. I wash I'd 
never seen the awful things! And then, as Erik led her into the 
exotically decorated club, she thought no more of her body's unwelcome 
arousal.

The ground floor of Club 33 had been designed by a young Danish 
interior decorator who'd just returned from six months in Marrakesh, 
and anyone entering the room was immediately plunged into a sensuous 
Arabian Night's atmosphere. Club members, for this was a special "key 
club" which wealthy Danish hedonists, well-heeled foreigners, 
successful dope dealers, and various other hangers-on paid many kroner 
for the privilege of entering, lounged around the large candlelit room 
in various stages of stupefied collapse or amphetamine-accelerated 
exhilaration. At one end of the large, tapestry-walled room was a bar 
of sorts where a long-haired youth clad in a silver-embroidered 
Moroccan robe sat crosslegged upon a dais mixing drinks into smoky-blue 
mugs. The air was filled with the scent of incense and a pungent 
undertone of cigarette smoke which immediately made Jill feel quite 
overwhelmed by the sensuous, harem-like mood of the place.

The baffled yet undeniably excited young law student stared around her 
in stunned bewilderment, taking note first of the ceiling which was 
painted in a deep midnight-blue interspersed with bright stars. Then 
she focused her eyes on the far end of the long narrow room where a 
voluptuous young girl draped in a translucent garment adorned with 
silver serpents spitting fire was belly-dancing around an authentic-
looking stuffed camel. Many brightly-colored pipes shaped much like the 
one she'd smoked last night at Dizzy's apartment hung from the camel's 
velvet shoulder bags, and the bewildered young redhead noticed that 
most of the guests were inhaling a sweet-smelling tobacco that she 
immediately recognized as hashish. The belly-dancer was undulating in 
time to the loud sounds of rather incongruous rock music blaring from 
speakers hidden in several enormous potted plants.

"Wow!" Mortensen exclaimed. "This is really wild! Last time I was here 
it was a South Sea island. Why don't you sit down while I get us 
something to drink and smoke."

Although a little voice inside her brain was calling out a warning, the 
wide-eyed young law student felt her hypnotized body following the tall 
Dane's instructions. Sinking to an unoccupied velvet couch, she turned 
her attention to the other people in the room. They were dressed in a 
variety of styles, exotic costumes, well-tailored suits, nondescript 
jeans, all of which gave the Moroccan decorations a touch of Mardi-Gras 
spirit. Jill shook her head, finding it very hard to adjust the past 
few days. And today had been perhaps the oddest of all, what with her 
lapsed memory, the magical Hans Christian Andersen atmosphere of 
Tivoli, and now this extraordinary Club 33. Nobody back home would ever 
believe her if she told them about this place; they thought they were 
being pretty wild when they smoked a little grass and drank a case of 
beer in someone's beachhouse. In fact, the twenty-two year old had a 
hard time believing that she was not dreaming herself!

"I hope you'll like this," Erik said, interrupting her reverie. "It's 
what everybody drinks here---tequila."

"Tequilla?" Jill queried. "It's Mexican, isn't it? I've heard of it, 
but I never tried it."

"You do it like this," the tall blond man explained, licking his hand 
and sprinkling a little salt on it, then tasting it. Next he took a bit 
of juice from one of the lemon slices on a dish in front of them, and 
finally swallowed a small amount of the clear tequila. He appeared to 
hold this mixture in his mouth for a few moments before swallowing, his 
nose wrinkling slightly as he did so.

"Wow, that's good stuff!" It's been awhile since I had any of that. 
Come on, Jill, you try it now!" He took her hand in his, lifting it to 
his lips and licking the back of her hand with his warm tongue and then 
scattering salt over it. The auburn-haired young woman gave a little 
gasp, surprised at the strong tremor that ran through her body at the 
touch of his moist wet tongue on her sensitive flesh.

"Now taste that, and then the lemon and tequila---but don't swallow 
yet," he instructed, smiling in excited anticipation as he thought of 
what the tequila coupled with a few pipes would do to this already 
slightly intoxicated American girl. "Okay, now swallow."

Jill followed his directions with a wry wrinkling of her pretty face. 
It didn't taste bad, just very, very sharp. Then, moments after the 
powerful alcohol entered her system, she began to feel its relaxing 
effect.

"It's very strange ..." she said slowly. "I ... I think I like it."

"You'll like this too!" the handsome Dane promised, lifting a red and 
gold enamel pipe from his pocket.

"Oh, I don't think so," Jill protested, her unpleasant memories of last 
night returning with a rush.

"You don't smoke?" Erik asked in the same incredulous was Dizzy's 
friends had done. "Why not?"

"Well ... I feel so drunk already ..." Jill hedged, not wanting to talk 
about her real reasons for fearing the mind-distorting drug.

"All the more reason why you should have a smoke," he declared. "The 
effects counteract each other---the alcohol deadens your perception, 
but the hash heightens it."

This explanation seemed too logical to argue against. After all, she 
was afraid she'd be really drunk if she finished the tequila ... 
perhaps just one pipe wouldn't hurt. Last night she'd smoked too many 
to keep track of, and that was probably why she'd reacted so strongly. 
"Well, okay," she agreed.

Erik lighted the pipe, a happy grin on his handsome features, then 
passed it to Jill who inhaled deeply and managed not to cough.

I never used to be this way, the troubled redhead was thinking even as 
she drew the pungent smoke into her lungs. It seems that now anyone can 
talk me into doing things that I know are wrong. Why didn't I just go 
on home early like I told myself I would? Something's wrong with me ...

Then her thoughts faded as the overload of intoxicants melted her brain 
into the same formless pulp of sensation she'd experienced last night. 
Tonight, due to the exotic overload of sensory stimuli in the Moracco-
inspired clubroom, her reaction was even stronger. "I feel so strange 
..." she murmured to Erik. "Have some more tequila," he suggested 
helpfully, leaning very close to her and almost whispering into her 
ear. As he moved nearer, Jill felt the first obscene flames of desire 
flickering through her body.

Oh no ... Oh Cod, no! It's happening again, and I don't think I can 
even move, the distressed young redhead thought to herself. 
Nevertheless, she did not try to pull away from Erik as he once again 
licked the back of her hand and sprinkled salt on it.

"I'm taking you to Marrakesh ooooooonnnnnnn the traaaain, 
ooooooonnnnnnn the traaaain."

Jill began to giggle, her serious introspective thoughts dispersed by 
the second swallow of tequila. "We're already in Marrakesh," she 
laughed, "but we came in a taxi!"

Erik laughed with her, overjoyed that she had not tried to pull away 
her hand which he still held after assisting her with her tequila. He 
was feeling pretty loose himself, this was some place Lars had set up 
all right!

"After we finish this drink, let's go upstairs and meet my friend, Lars 
Jensen," he suggested, glancing at his watch. It was almost time for 
the show to begin! "Jensen?" Jill asked rather blankly. "Yeah, he's the 
guy who runs this place. He'll probably be able to tell you lots of 
useful things about night life in Copenhagen," the scheming young man 
added.

"Oh ... okay ..." the intoxicated law student agreed. Actually, she'd 
quite forgotten about her research for the moment, and she didn't think 
she really wanted to remember it---it only made her feel guilty about 
the appointment she'd missed and the books she hadn't yet opened. But 
she supposed it was her duty to talk to this man, and even though she 
was perfectly happy sitting where she was, it seemed easier to do what 
Erik wanted rather than to argue about it.

So the couple finished their drinks, smoked another pipe, and then 
somewhat unsteadily mounted the carpeted steps to the second story of 
Club 33, and started down the long corridor toward the door at the end. 
With eager fingers Erik turned the knob---but it was locked. Goddamn 
it, his watch must be off! Shit, he'd blown a perfect opportunity, the 
American girl was in just the right condition to get all hot and 
turned-on by a sex show. Goddamn the Ducking Japanese who'd made his 
watch! The frustrated blond man tried pounding on the heavy wood-
paneled door, although he knew it was no use; the room was securely 
sound-proofed. What the hell was he going to do now? Jill stood beside 
the angrily pounding Dane, wondering what all the fuss was about. 
Actually, she didn't quite understand much of what was going on, nor 
did she particularly care. She was floating in a cloud of drug and 
alcohol-induced euphoria, and couldn't bring herself to consider 
anything else seriously.

"I know!" Erik cried out suddenly. He'd just remembered that there was 
a closed circuit television in Jensen's office. His friend would, of 
course, be inside the auditorium with the other spectators watching to 
see how the show was going, and he was sure they wouldn't be disturbed 
in the office at this time of night. Perfect! This was going to be far 
better than watching the show in a room crowded with other people!

The excited Danish man took Jill's hand and hurried back along the 
corridor to a door that stood slightly ajar just at the top of the 
stairs. "Perhaps Lars is in here," he explained to her as he led her 
into the room.

The office wasn't very large, but its opulence more than compensated 
for its small size. There was a huge mahogany desk cluttered with 
papers and books. A couple of leather Danish-modern armchairs, a 
matching couch, several lamps, and a color television were scattered 
about the room, and the wide windows were draped with a modernistic 
Finnish-made material that complimented the plush green carpet. On the 
walls hung several erotic posters, and a huge vase of flowers stood on 
a mahogany bar covered with a large number of bottles.

"Guess he's not here," Erik said rather unnecessarily, licking his lips 
in anticipation. "We might as well sit here and wait for him. You want 
a drink?"

"Sure," Jill said. She'd reached the point of intoxication where she 
stopped considering what the effects of more alcohol on her system 
might be. Sinking down gratefully on the soft leather sofa, she stared 
around the room. "A TV!" she exclaimed. "I've never seen Danish TV---
can we turn it on?"

"Why not?" Erik said. His voice betrayed his lewd excitement, but the 
young auburn-haired girl was too drunk and stoned to take any notice. 
Hastily assembling the lemons, salt, and tequila for their drinks, he 
switched on the wide-screen television. Then he settled down beside her 
on the expensive leather couch and extracted a red and gold pipe from 
his pocket.

"Might as well have another smoke, too," he said, lighting the little 
pipe and passing it to the curvaceous young girl who was staring at the 
television screen waiting for the picture to focus. When it finally 
did, Jill nearly dropped the hashish-filled object in her astonishment.

As the screen cleared, two voluptuous blondes dressed only in sheer 
black brassieres and bikini panties were dancing in a lewd, insinuating 
way around a small stage. Around the platform sat a number of people, 
mostly men but also a number of women, all peering intently at the 
undulating young girls Rock music with a loud drum beat poured from the 
television, and there was a sort of flickering light show on the wall 
behind the stage.

"Not too much like American TV, is it?" Erik asked, inching cautiously 
toward the shocked young redhead. "This is the kind of shows we have 
late at night, when the kids are in bed," he added, taking full delight 
in the obvious effect his clever deception was having on her.

Jill opened her mouth to reply, then gasped instead as she saw the two 
attractive young dancers begin to remove their skimpy brassieres while 
the audience murmured in audible excitement. Their large, pink-nippled 
breasts swayed obscenely as they moved in time to the provocative 
music, and then one of the nearly-naked girls reached down to pick up--
-oh my God, could it be true---a dildo! The gaping American girl stared 
unbelievingly, hoping that it was just a hallucination dreamed up by 
her hashish and alcohol saturated mind; but there was no denying the 
fact that the girl was running the obscene instrument over her full, 
high-set breasts. So intently was Jill watching the provocative 
spectacle spinning before her glazed eyes that she didn't realize that 
Erik had draped his arm around her shoulders and was fondling her bare 
upper arm.

"You're so soft ... so soft and beautiful," he whispered into her ear. 
Her body was quivering beneath him, but she still did not move away or 
protest as his eager hand gently traced the outline of her full breast. 
The pace of her breathing quickened, while her eyes remained glued in a 
mesmerized disbelief to the color TV screen.

"It must feel good, what they're doing," he murmured, following Jill's 
gaze to see one of the blonde's caressing the other's voluptuous naked 
body with the pink vibrator. it was just the same kind he'd given the 
auburn-haired American girl, and he was sure she was thinking of that 
too. Then the music reached a crescendo and a man appeared upon the 
stage, his well-muscled, suntanned body completely naked and glistening 
like a bronze statue.

As the handsome male actor entered, Jill's entire body began to shake 
uncontrollably. A low moan of heartfelt anguish broke her lips, and she 
hid her face in her hands, trying to shut out the terrible memories 
that came flooding back into her mind at the sight of the man's long 
thick penis sticking straight out from his hair-covered loins. Closing 
her eyes did not help, of course; the vision of Dizzy's drug-glazed 
eyes, long unkempt brown hair, and lust-thickened cock standing out 
from his lean loins was permanently imprinted upon her brain. Not only 
was the horrified American girl seeing all that she'd done the night 
before, but her brain, as if in retaliation for the unnatural memory-
block, now replayed each obscene detail in slow-motion detail.

"Oh God! Oh no! No, no, no!" Jill groaned. "NOOOO!"

"What's the matter?" Erik asked, astonished at the violence of her 
unexpected outburst. "What's wrong, Jill?"

At the sound of genuine concern in the faintly accented voice of the 
man beside her, Jill began sobbing in uncontrollable hysteria. All the 
pent-up worries and guilt of the past few days burst out of her 
tortured mind like a clumsily opened bottle of champagne, and even Jill 
herself was amazed at the intensity of her emotion. She'd been brought 
up to think that crying was something shameful, something that should, 
if absolutely necessary, be carried out in private. And now look at 
her---sobbing hysterically in front of a man she'd only known for a few 
days.

Erik Mortensen didn't know quite what he should do. He himself was 
quite stoned and a little drunk, but his mind was clear enough to 
ascertain that the voluptuous girl he'd been seducing was in great 
distress. Somehow her open show of emotion made him feel closer, more 
tender toward her, and he felt for the first time a real interest in 
her welfare rather than a mere physical lust for her voluptuous body. 
Gathering her trembling body in his strong arms, he began to caress her 
quivering flesh and murmur soothing words.

"It's all right, just calm down," he said in a low, comforting voice. 
"Tell me about it, that'll make you feel better."

But Jill shook her long auburn curls vehemently at the suggestion. How 
could she possibly tell him the perverted things she'd done? She'd 
rather drop dead!

The Danish man had a shrewd idea that whatever was upsetting the young 
American student probably had something to do with sex. Her breakdown 
seemed to have been triggered by the obscene spectacle on the closed-
circuit TV in his friend's office, and he remembered how agitated she'd 
become in the sex shop day before yesterday.

"Has some man done something to hurt you?" he asked softly.

Startled at the way the tall blond Dane seemed to have read her mind, 
Jill stopped crying and looked up at him. For the first time she 
realized that she was lying in his arms, but somehow she felt that it 
was all right. He was being kind to her, and he was, after all, the 
only real friend she had in this foreign country ... the only one who 
really cared about her.

"How did you know?" she asked, wiping the tears from her face with the 
back of her hand.

"What did he do?" Erik asked in the same calm, low voice. "When did it 
happen?"

"Last night," Jill sniffed, answering the second question but ignoring 
the first which still seemed utterly impossible to discuss with anyone, 
no matter how friendly they were.

"Well, whatever happened, you shouldn't think that sex is always that 
way," Erik said, continuing to stroke gently along her still-quivering 
body. "Sex can be very beautiful, it's a natural thing for our bodies 
to enjoy it. And both of the people should enjoy it ... I'll bet he 
didn't make you feel good," he suggested, again guessing correctly.

"No ... no, he didn't," the embarrassed redhead admitted, dropping her 
tear-reddened green eyes away from his piercing gaze.

"Listen, Jill," Erik said. "I'm going to show you the way sex should 
be. I'm not going to hurt you---I'm going to make you happy."

Jill stared up at him again, her eyes wide and a troubled frown 
wrinkling her smooth features. She wanted to believe what he said ... 
wanted to so badly ... but she just didn't know what she ought to do. 
Then a vivid memory of the way her unsatisfied body had felt when Dizzy 
had left her lying there on the bed made her body tremble with an 
emotion she now recognized as illicit desire. The idea now fixed itself 
in her hashish-confused mind that the reason she'd been so troubled 
lately was merely the way her body had of telling her that she'd been 
denying its natural needs ... needs she'd only allowed herself to 
notice upon arriving in this strange country.

Whimpering a little, the irresolute redhead stared into the Danish 
man's deep blue eyes. She wasn't willing to commit herself by admitting 
it out loud, but she knew now that she would not resist anything he 
wanted to do to her.

The experienced Dane could tell from the way her tense body relaxed in 
his arms that she wanted him. Quickly, before she could change her 
mind, he began to unzip her silky green dress.

"I want to see you naked," he murmured. "I want to see your beautiful 
body." As he pulled the glossy fabric down over her smooth shoulders to 
reveal the white-cotton mounds of her brassiere-covered breasts, he 
felt his long cock jump into instant arousal, throbbing painfully 
against the tight enclosure of his trousers. Then, unhooking the 
passive young girl's brassiere, he felt his breath quicken and beads of 
perspiration forming on his forehead. God, she had beautiful breasts---
he'd never seen any quite so perfect before. They were large yet 
nevertheless firmly uplifted even without a brassiere. and at their 
proud tips the brown-encircled little pink nipples were already 
quivering into erectness at the contact of the air-conditioned 
atmosphere of the modern office. Mortensen stared at them hungrily for 
a moment, then drew the light summer dress down over her slim waist, 
flat belly, and firm-fleshed flaring thighs. Finally he pulled the 
dress over her long well-shaped legs, placed it on one of the leather 
armchairs, and removed his own garments with fingers that shook in 
anticipation.

Jill turned to watch as the well-built young man tugged off his 
clothes, her glazed, uncomprehending eyes mirroring the state of her 
intoxicated brain. She didn't know if what she was allowing him to do 
was right, but she did know that she would not try to stop him. Her 
mind was helpless under the domination of her body's needs, and the 
bewildered young student felt as though she were in the hands of fate, 
unable any longer to control her destiny. In a way, she felt quite calm 
... far different than she had last night with Dizzy. She knew, or 
hoped she knew---that at least Erik cared about her, that he was trying 
to help her as well as sate his own obvious lust. Jill's eyes fixed 
themselves upon his large aroused penis, and to her surprise she felt 
no fear. Instead, a dull throbbing desire began to beat deep in her 
belly and a tingle of excitement shot through her aroused vagina. Yes, 
she wanted this to happen, wanted it more than she'd ever thought 
possible.

The drug-sensitized woman felt the tall blond man running his eager 
hands over every inch of her young body, from her long red hair to the 
tips of her white toes. Erik let his fingers flicker back up over her 
slender legs to her white nylon panties, inserted his thumbs in the 
elastic waistband, and teased them down over her now-quivering legs. 
Every motion he made was slow and deliberate, and at each touch Jill 
felt her body rippling with sensuous arousal. It feels good, so good, 
she thought, all vague thoughts of guilt beginning to melt away and 
then vanishing completely as his warm moist tongue flicked against her 
voluptuous body in tantalizing strokes up her legs and belly to 
concentrate on her rose-tipped breasts.

"Ohhh," she moaned as her taut nerves relaxed and her flesh seemed to 
grow hot and melt under his eager hands.

"It's good, isn't it?" Erik asked softly, sucking one quivering nipple 
into the hot moist cavern of his mouth. "Your breasts taste so good," 
he added, the words muffled as he nibbled upon the taut pink aureole.

Jill moaned again. but did not reply. She was not quite ready to admit 
to him and to herself how much she wanted him to do these things to 
her. But as his sucking intensified and strong bolts of erotic 
sensation began shooting through her body, she heard herself sighing, 
"Oh, yes, yessss, oh Erik, yessss!"

Encouraged by her obvious pleasure, the aroused young man began once 
again to run his wet tongue over her quivering belly toward the 
burnished patch of auburn pubic hair. He'd never before seen a pussy 
adorned by such a color of reddish gold, and this excited him more than 
ever. She was really a gorgeous woman, it was too bad that she didn't 
seem to have been told that until now. Yet in a way he was glad he was 
the first to discover the magnificence of her body; it filled him with 
the same hungry urgency he'd felt as an adolescent, but he was 
determined to control his own desires until he'd thoroughly inflamed 
this lovely girl into uncontrollable passion.

Jill had closed her eyes in pleasure, and then they blinked open in 
alarm and she gasped as she felt his wetly heated tongue probing among 
the sparse curling strands of her pussy hair. A vivid picture of the 
porno magazine photograph where the burly motorcyclist was sucking on 
the ecstatic girl's hungering vagina flashed through her mind, and she 
felt her own breath quicken at the thought. Even then she'd wanted it 
to happen to her, and now it was actually happening. A delicious wave 
of exhilaration surged through her as she gazed down in fascination at 
Erik's blond head between her long, ivory-skinned legs.

"Spread your beautiful thighs, Jill," Erik urged. "Let me make you feel 
better than you ever have in your life."

After a brief moment of hesitation, the trembling girl did as he 
instructed. Her body, with legs splayed and naked breasts jutting up 
toward the ceiling, looked so lewdly vulnerable that Jill felt a shiver 
of shock mixed with erotic excitement at the Sight of it. At the same 
time, she found that she was filled with an ecstatic sense of freedom. 
I'm doing the most obscene thing possible! she thought to herself. Now 
I can do anything I want to do---it doesn't matter anymore! It was the 
same feeling she'd had last night, but this time, reinforced by Erik's 
gentle persuasion, it was far stronger.

And then, as the muscular man's probing tongue licked a searing path of 
pleasure along her sensitive pussy slit, all lucid thoughts flew from 
Jill's already muddled mind. "Ooooooh," she moaned, reaching out her 
hands to tangle her fingers in Erik's thick blond hair. She was no 
longer worried that her actions were undoubtedly caused by the 
inordinate amount of alcohol and hashish she'd consumed, no longer 
concerned with the morality she'd relinquished, nor with her lapse of 
will-power. None of these things were of any real consequence compared 
to the powerfully illicit sensations that were now madly shooting 
through her entire naked body, and the only thing that really mattered 
now was that Erik continue to make her feel this way until her pent-up 
frustration was at last released.

"Oh Erik," she mewled submissively beneath his hard-pressing body, 
squirming her buttocks against the leather couch as she spoke. "Oh? you 
make me feel so good!"

The desire-maddened Dane responded to her words by Licking his tongue 
around the tiny bud of her clitoris hidden beneath the moistened folds 
of her throbbing pink vagina. Her pussy's as lovely as her breasts! he 
thought with growing excitement as he urged the quivering little 
clitoris into taut erection with his knowledgeable tongue.

"Baby, you've got the sweetest little cunt I've ever kissed!" he told 
her as his hands reached up to squeeze and knead the softly quivering 
mounds of her naked breasts.

His obscene words and the additional provocation of strong hands 
massaging her susceptive breasts drove Jill half-wild with excitement. 
Her body seemed to have turned into soft clay which he could manipulate 
in any way he wanted, and this helpless dependency upon the man lying 
between her legs called up again much of the masochistic erotic arousal 
she had experienced last night with Dizzy.

"Kiss it,' she groaned, the obscene words tumbling of their own accord 
from between her lips. "Kiss my vagina. It feels goooooodddddd!"

The handsome Dane could taste the redhead's pungent cuntal juices 
seeping from her wetly throbbing pussy. and he slid his tongue down her 
hair-lined slit to tease at the warm moist opening to her vaginal 
depths. For a few seconds Erik let his tongue linger just at the hot 
quivering mouth of her vagina, then abruptly pushed his searching 
tongue deep into the heated depths of her secret cuntal flesh. Her 
pussy was as tight as he'd hoped it would be and the trembling walls of 
her orally impaled vagina tensed momentarily around his urgent tongue 
as she called out his name in an ecstatic voice.

"Oh Erik, Erik, Erik! Don't stop ... please don't ever stop!..

"Don't worry, baby," her blond lover hissed back, "I'm gonna fuck you 
with my tongue till you see fireworks that make Tivoli look like 
chicken shit!"

For another few minutes the skillful Dane thrust his long tongue deep 
into her moisture-drenched vagina, savoring the bitter-sweet taste of 
her cuntal juices as much as a wine connoisseur relishes a rare old 
bottle of the finest wine He knew that she was hopelessly aroused now - 
he could tell by the pungent taste of her secretions and by the urgency 
of her lips as they ground insistently against the leather sofa beneath 
her. The experienced man was surprised at the strength of her reaction, 
for none of the American girls he'd known (and not many of the 
Scandinavian girls either) had been so quickly and completely aroused 
as this hot little piece of ass was. She s been frustrated for too 
long, he surmised. Well, no more! From now on she's going to get all 
the loving she needs, I'll see to that!

Unrestrained animalistic noises were spewing from Jill's slender throat 
as Erik continued to torment her ecstatically quivering pussy. He would 
plunge in with smooth strokes for a short time, and she'd feel a 
violent orgasm beginning to develop in her loins. Then he'd pull his 
tongue out for an agonizing instant, wait for a moment, then swipe at 
her sensitive pussy lips or her erect little clitoris. Finally, at some 
unexpected point, he'd plunge his searing tongue back into her hungry 
vagina and the twinges of approaching orgasm would return, stronger and 
more enticing after each delay. The nakedly writhing young girl was 
almost screaming now with lustful anticipation as her climax drew 
nearer, ever nearer.

Then ... just as Jill felt her desire-drenched pussy begin their first 
tentative spasms of her impending orgasm, a loud angry male voice 
pierced through the room. The young girl froze, her body stiffening in 
automatic reaction as fright and shame flooded over her.

"WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON IN HERE??!!" the voice blared. The naked 
couple heard the loud slam of the office door and then footsteps 
approaching the couch where Erik and Jill lay sprawled in the most 
blatantly obscene of sexual positions. Two pairs of horrified eyes 
stared in lust-glazed disbelief at the fully clothed figure of an 
obviously enraged man.

"Lars!" Erik gasped out weakly as he withdrew his mouth from the wetly 
quivering confines of Jill's heated young cunt. What was the matter 
with his friend? Surely he had enough sense not to interrupt at a 
moment like this, and what on earth was he upset about. Then he caught 
the almost imperceptible wink of his old friend's eye, and he realized 
he might as well play along. Obviously Jensen had some clever scheme up 
his sleeve, and in spite of his own frustrated irritation at being 
interrupted at this particular moment, Erik trusted his friend's 
judgment. Lars might have ideas that seemed weird at first, but he 
wouldn't be a millionaire at the age of thirty-four if he didn't 
possess some sort of unusual intuition.

"Oh no!" Erik exclaimed, playing along by injecting a note of guilt and 
fright into his voice. "Oh my God ... oh no!"

"SO IT'S YOU, ERIK!" Lars roared. "AND I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY FRIEND! 
DON'T YOU REALIZE THAT I CAN LOSE MY LICENSE WHEN THINGS LIKE THIS GO 
ON ON THE PREMISES? THIS IS A RESPECTABLE CLUB, AND I'M NOT GOING TO 
HAVE AL L MY PROFITS GO DOWN THE DRAIN BECAUSE OF IDIOTS LIKE YOU AND 
THIS LITTLE SLUT!" The club owner was enjoying playing the role of the 
outraged moralistic businessman. The part was easy---he just thought of 
what his stepfather, a respectable farmer on Jutland who had mercifully 
died before learning just what his stepson was up to in the corrupt 
capital of Denmark, would have said in a situation like this.

"Get dressed quick!" Erik said to Jill, who was staring in mesmerized 
bewilderment at the shouting man before them. The blond Dane leaped 
from the leather couch, and began struggling into his clothes, after 
tossing Jill's pale green dress and underwear at her.

"I'm sorry, Lars," she said in a tone of false contrition. "I guess we 
got a little carried away."

"I GUESS YOU DID! AND I HOPE YOU'RE SORRY! DO YOU REALIZE THAT EVERY 
WEEK-END THIS PLACE IS CRAWLING WITH STATE INSPECTORS? WHAT IF ONE OF 
THEM HAD HAPPENED TO WALK IN HERE? WHAT THEN?"

"Yeah, what then? He'd want to join in on the fun and games," Erik 
wanted to retort, but he thought better of it. Could it be possible 
that his friend was actually telling the truth? He really wasn't quite 
sure just what the laws were about clubs like this. "I'm really sorry, 
Lars ..." he began, buckling his belt and glancing worriedly at the 
young American girl who was struggling into her dress with a dazed 
expression of abject shame on her flushed face. Damn it all, he 
thought, I never even gave her the orgasm I promised her! He realized 
suddenly that he had come to care very deeply for this lovely auburn-
haired woman. What had started out as pure lust had grown into 
something far stronger, something he'd rarely experienced in his 
nihilistic bachelor existence.

"YOU BETTER BE SORRY!" Lars Jensen shouted in simulated rage. "AND YOU-
--YOU LITTLE WHORE," he shifted his blazing eyes to the cringing young 
redhead. "YOU GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE BEFORE I THROW YOU OUT! HERE'S 
YOUR TAXI FARED he handed her a bill, "NOW GET MOVING!" The terrified 
young girl took the money he thrust into her trembling hand and rushed 
from the room, not daring even to glance at Erik. In spite of the 
powerful combination of sexual frustration, hashish and alcohol, her 
body reacted swiftly and instinctively enough to allow her to dash 
pell-mell along the corridor and down the stairs. The club manager 
followed her out the door and yelled at her fleeing body.

"AND I WANT TO SEE YOU HERE TOMORROW AT EIGHT, THEN I'LL DECIDE WHAT TO 
DO ABOUT YOU. AND IF YOU DON'T SHOW UP YOU'LL BE GOOD AND SORRY, I 
PROMISE YOU THAT!"

The corrupt sex-club owner slammed the door to his office shut, the 
sound of it reverberating like the voice of doom in Jill's confused 
mind as she pushed her way out of the crowded building and fell into 
one of the taxis waiting outside Club 33.

If she could have seen Lars Jensen at that very moment, leaning against 
the door of his office and laughing till the tears ran down his cheeks, 
she'd have felt more perplexed than ever.



Chapter 7


"Well, as you realize, Miss Duncan," the balding older man behind the 
desk began, "I'd been expecting to see you yesterday at three. He took 
off his wire-rimmed glasses and wiped them on his handkerchief, an 
unconscious nervous habit of his, all the while staring at her as if he 
expected her to provide some explanation.

If he does that again, I 'm going to scream, Jill thought. Although 
she'd not even noticed this mannerism of Professor Jorgensen's in her 
first meeting with the criminal law expert, the agitated young redhead 
was so distracted by his every movement today that the excuse she'd 
come up with to explain her absence fled from her mind. She could only 
stare at him in confusion as her brain groped for words to explain why 
she'd not been at her appointment yesterday, and why she'd not showed 
up today until nearly six o'clock in the evening.

"And I did inform you that my office hours are from three to five," the 
mild-mannered professor continued in a puzzled voice when it became 
evident that the curvaceous young woman seated before him was not going 
to reply to his unspoken question. "So I don't quite understand why 
you're here now."

Oh Lord, Jill thought, twisting her hands nervously in her mini-skirted 
lap. She'd quite forgotten what he'd said about his office hours; not 
that it would have made much difference anyway, since she'd not awoken 
today until almost five o'clock in the afternoon. In spite of the fact 
that she'd slept for nearly twelve hours, the young female law student 
did not feel at all alert or refreshed. Her sleep had been punctuated 
by a continuous stream of terrifying nightmares. Now she found herself 
having great difficulty concentrating on the awkward conversation with 
her professor.

There was a long pause. Jorgensen cleared his throat, then began to 
polish his glasses for the fourth time since the attractive young woman 
had entered his office. Oh God, there he goes again, Jill thought, 
lighting a cigarette before she realized that there was no ashtray. It 
was obviously her turn to speak, but she couldn't think of a thing to 
say. What does it matter what he thinks, anyway? she thought irritably. 
I've got real problems to worry about!

The gray-haired Danish law expert was being made nervous by the girl's 
strange behavior. What was the matter with her anyway? Last time he'd 
seen her, he'd been impressed with her confidence and ambition---but 
now she was staring at him for all the world as if she were deaf and 
dumb.

"Of course, I wish that I could devote more of my time to student 
interviews," he tried again, unable to bear the tense silence any 
longer. "I do believe in a close relationship between student and 
teacher, especially at the graduate level ... but there's the problem 
of time ..."

"Oh yes ... of course ..." Jill managed to say. "It's just that I ... 
that I ... I've been sick ..."

"I'm sorry to hear that," the middle-aged man said. "What's the 
matter?"

'Oh ... the flu ... yes, the flu, I think," Jill hedged. An inch of 
dangling ash dropped from her cigarette onto his desk, and she stared 
at it in embarrassment.

"Well, I trust you're feeling better now," Jorgensen said, then glanced 
at his watch. "I'm very sorry, Miss Duncan, but I really haven't time 
to discuss your work with you just now. But perhaps you would like to 
come out to my home this evening? I was going to invite you yesterday, 
but you weren't here. My wife and I are having a hjemmeaften, a home 
evening, for the criminal law students to get to know each other better 
and to discuss our goals for this coming year. And we've invited 
Kirsten Nielsen, of whom you, of course, have read in the material I 
assigned you---to give a short talk about the specific problems of 
women law-breakers. Do you think you'll be able to attend?"

For some reason, his invitation seemed to agitate Miss Duncan more than 
ever. Her hand twitched nervously, scattering more cigarette ashes over 
his desk, and beads of perspiration formed on her forehead.

"No ... I'm sorry, but I ... I have a date," she blurted out in a low 
voice.

"I'm so sorry," Jorgensen said, polishing his glasses one final time 
and then starting to gather up his papers. "Maybe another time." Too 
sick to work, but not too sick to find time to go out on dates he 
thought wearily. That was the trouble with so many of the American 
students who came over to study in Europe, but he'd had the impression 
from the earlier interview that Miss Duncan was different from the run-
of-the-mill female student. Well, he'd apparently been wrong. "Sorry to 
have to run now," he said as he snapped his briefcase shut, "but Mrs. 
Jorgensen is expecting me home at seven. Perhaps you could stop by at 
four o'clock on Monday."

"Yes ... of course ..." Jill agreed. She rose from her uncomfortable 
chair and hurried from the room, relieved to have that embarrassing 
ordeal over with. But as soon as she reached the street her sense of 
liberation vanished. Now she had to face Lars Jensen, and she knew 
she'd prefer watching Professor Jorgensen clean his glasses from here 
till eternity if by doing so she could avoid confronting the manager of 
Club 33.

The troubled young redhead made her way slowly from the relative safety 
of the university building toward the Walking Street. Today she didn't 
hold her shoulders and head proudly or march in her usual brisk manner; 
instead, her feet dragged along the pavement as though she were wearing 
shackles. With every reluctant step she had to force herself from 
turning and running in the opposite direction from Club 33, but she 
knew that if she yielded to her temptation she would only make her 
situation more desperate. Jensen had been so furious last night that 
she had no doubt he'd make good his threat of retaliation if she didn't 
see him today. Besides, there was the matter of the money!

She'd gotten out of the taxi last night, still in a state of semi-
shock, had blindly handed the driver the bill the irate club manager 
had thrust at her, then hurried toward the stairs. To her surprise the 
driver had come running after her, saying something in Danish that she 
couldn't understand. She'd stared at him so blankly that he switched to 
broken English.

"You have left the money which is yours," he said as he handed her a 
pile of bills.

She'd managed to thank him, realizing that Jensen must have been so 
angry he'd accidentally given her a hundred kroner bill instead of a 
ten kroner one. But when she reached her room and counted the money, 
she found that it had been a five hundred kroner note ... almost a 
hundred dollars!

This was a vast sum of money to the scholarship student---nearly half 
of what she had to live on for a month, and she was certain that when 
the manager discovered his mistake he'd call the police if she didn't 
return the money today.

So Professor Jorgensen is having a speaker on women criminals, Jill 
thought bitterly. Well, I guess that s what I am now ... a criminal! If 
anyone had told me that this would happen to me even last week, I'd 
have thought they were crazy. Now I think I'm going crazy!

She reached the Walking Street where she'd strolled with Erik that 
first happy day in Copenhagen. She'd do anything now to turn back the 
clock, but, of course, it was impossible. There was absolutely nothing 
for her to do but drag her reluctant body through the gay crowds of 
Danes and tourists toward the little side-street where Club 33 was 
located. It was hard to believe that she had once been as carefree as 
the people around her, Jill wondered if she'd ever be able to feel that 
way again.

At last the auburn-haired young woman found herself standing in front 
of the anonymous brick building housing the club. A discreet gold-
lettered sign on the heavy door reading, "Club 33---Members Only" was 
the only thing that differentiated it from the other buildings on the 
block. Feeling as though she were issuing her own death sentence, the 
fear-haunted American student rang the bell. It was opened by an 
exotically clad young man whom she recognized as the bartender in the 
downstairs level of the club.

tars is waiting for you upstairs," he said, his eyes running over her 
curvaceous body with lewd insolence. "You know where his office is, of 
course."

Jill flushed beet-red with embarrassment. Apparently the manager had 
told this man, and probably lots of other people, too, about the 
corrupt things he'd discovered Erik and herself doing last night in his 
office. Without answering the leering long-haired youth, she began to 
climb the carpeted stairs, then knocked softly on the luxuriant 
mahogany door. Well, this was it---there was no way of escaping now. A 
protective fatalistic detachment blanketed Jill's brain, causing her to 
feel strangely detached from her surroundings and even from her own 
trembling body.

"Come in," a man's voice called out, and she did so, slowly closing the 
door behind her before turning to face the all-too-well remembered club 
manager. Much to her surprise, he had a smile on his handsome, lightly 
freckled face. "I'm glad you've come---you'd have been sorry if you 
hadn't," he said in a tone so calm that Jill hardly recognized it as 
the same invective-shouting voice she been hearing over and over in her 
mind all day long. "Sit down," he gestured toward one of the leather 
armchairs close to his desk. "And have a smoke---you look like you need 
it."

Blinking in disbelief, the bewildered redhead sat down gingerly on the 
edge of the chair with her body poised to flee from the expensively 
decorated office at the first possible moment. His unanticipated mild 
manner made Jill feel more ill at ease than if he'd ranted and raved, 
and there was an unsettling gleam in his steel-blue eyes. The last 
thing she wanted to do now was to accept the small hand-carved ivory 
pipe that he held out to her; every time she'd smoked hashish, she'd 
found herself doing things that she deeply regretted later, and today 
she already felt so far out of control that there was no telling how 
the drug would affect her.

"No, thanks," she replied, shaking her head at the pipe which he 
offered as casually as a cup of coffee.

"Oh, yes," he said. "I think you should."

There was an icy commanding tone to his innocuous words that told Jill 
she'd be unwise to resist. "Well, okay," she murmured, taking the ivory 
pipe and drawing in a lungful of acrid smoke, then another, and 
another. Perhaps that wasn't such a bad idea after all, she decided as 
her fear-tensed nerves began to relax for the first time all day.

The successful sex-club proprietor stared at the young auburn-haired 
girl with a lewd little smile upon his lips. His plan was working just 
fine so far, and he had no doubts at all as to its final success. 
Before the night was over, he'd have a new actress, an actress whose 
voluptuous body coupled with her air of wholesome innocence made her 
far more attractive sexually than anything his competitors could 
possibly offer. On top of that triumph, he'd have the personal sadistic 
satisfaction of playing God, of corrupting this innocent student into a 
provocative, cynical sex star. And he'd have the additional 
satisfaction of teaching his old friend, Erik, a lesson.

Jensen was the sort of man who had to be first in all things, a trait 
that had insured his business success but which also contributed to a 
rather disagreeable character. Not only could he not accept life unless 
he was king of the mountain, he also insisted that all the people 
around him must share his opinions and life style. His basic insecurity 
and underlying doubts about his ruthless pursuit of success and 
pleasure compelled him to convert all those around him to his way of 
thinking, or if that was not possible, to somehow use his power and 
keen intelligence to harm his uncooperative victims. So long as people 
played his game, he was a good friend; but when they violated his 
personal rules, as Mortensen had last night, Lars Jensen had to 
retaliate to salve his own wounded ego.

The club manager had thought that Erik would appreciate the clever way 
he'd fooled this innocent young beauty into thinking that she'd broken 
some law so that he could blackmail her into performing for him. Up 
until last night, his friend had seemed as content as Lars himself 
about using women in any possible way to gain his own satisfaction. But 
when Erik hadn't seen the point of the joke or admired his cleverness, 
Lars had been surprised and annoyed. Mortensen had been downright 
unpleasant, in fact. If Erik had just been mad at his friend for 
interrupting before he'd managed to fuck this cute red-haired piece of 
ass, Lars would have understood; but Erik's obvious concern for the 
American girl had been too much to take.

Lars Jensen chuckled to himself now as he thought of the way he had 
planned to show his friend that all women were whores underneath 
despite whatever facade they chose to present to the world. It was all 
going to work so smoothly! As the hashish coursed through his body Lars 
congratulated himself for being so much more intelligent than anyone 
else he knew. Then he turned his attention to the voluptuous, half-
stoned girl who was staring at him in fearful anticipation.

"Well ... about our little problem ..." he began, enjoying the 
expression of terror on her pretty face. "It's a little more serious 
than I realized last night."

"Oh no!" Jill whispered, knotting her hands together in her lap as she 
struggled to stay calm. Even the powerful effect of the hashish she had 
just smoked could not erase the dread that ran like an electric shock 
through her trembling body.

"You see, an inspector did see you. He phoned me this morning to ask 
what was going on in my office last night."

"Oh no!" Jill repeated, visions of prison, her destroyed career, and 
her horrified parents running through her reeling mind.

"Of course, I couldn't tell him what was really going on," Lars 
continued, drumming his fingers on the table as he spoke, "so I said 
that you were a new actress rehearsing for my show. But he didn't 
believe me, I could tell that, and I'm sure he'll be back tonight to 
check out my story."

"Your show?" Jill asked. Her mind didn't seem able to comprehend what 
he was talking about. "What show?" she said, dreading his answer.

"That's right," Lars smiled in a way that turned Jill's heart to ice. 
"You've never seen one of our live shows, have you? Well, I think 
you'll enjoy playing a star role in it, judging from your performance 
last night."

"What ... wh-what do you mean?" the fearful student whispered.

"I think it's quite obvious what I mean. Either you are going to act in 
my show tonight, or else one of us is going to be arrested---and it's 
not going to be me. I'll be damned if I'm going to lose my license 
because a little slut like you was prostituting herself on my premises 
without my knowledge!"

"But it wasn't like that ..." Jill tried to protest. This was by far 
surpassing her worst suspicions---she was in a situation now that she 
couldn't even understand, much less handle.

"It wasn't?" his voice was cold with disbelief. "Then why did you take 
five hundred kroner with you when you left?"

So that was the explanation for the hundred dollar "taxi fare" ... oh, 
it was too terrible to be true. "But ... but I thought it was ten 
kroner for the taxi!" she cried, her voice breaking as tears sprang 
into her green eyes.

"Well, you can tell that to the authorities, but I'm not interested in 
your lies," the cruel manager said, feeling more than satisfied with 
the success of his plan. "But I suggest that instead of involving 
yourself in a very messy situation with the police that you just go 
along with my plan. As I said before, I'm sure you'll like acting in my 
show anyway ... and it's certainly better than jail, even if you don't 
enjoy yourself!"

"Jail!" Jill exclaimed. "Oh please, I'll do anything you ask ... but 
don't let them put me in jail!" Perhaps if her mind hadn't been so 
clouded by the hashish she'd just smoked, Jill would have been able to 
see through the loopholes in Jensen's perverted plan, but as it was she 
implicitly accepted his words at face value. "Anything---I'll do 
anything, Mr. Jensen," she pleaded as tears began to run down her 
cheeks.

"Good! I thought you'd agree with me after I explained our little 
problem!" Lars smirked. "First, I want you to have another smoke, that 
way you'll be easier to direct in the 'play'. And stop crying---it'll 
spoil your looks."

"I ... I never acted before," Jill said, choking back her tears and 
obediently inhaling the pipe he handed to her. "I don't know if I can 
..."

"Oh, you'll do just fine, I'm sure," the depraved sex-club manager 
assured her. "You look just right for the part! Now, let's get you into 
your costume---it's almost curtain time." He walked over to a closet 
hidden behind an enormous potted plant and came back holding out a 
skimpy three-piece outfit made of soft suede and a pair of high suede 
boots. "Hurry up! Try them on and see if they fit."

The drugged redhead took the garments, looking at him questioningly.

"Where ... where's the dressing room?"

"Right here," he snapped. "Hurry---we don't have much time. And don't 
mind me---I've already seen your naked body, if you'll recall."

I can't stand this! Jill thought to herself. She'd never felt so 
degraded in all her life, and her whole body froze as she murmured, "No 
... I can't ..."

"Of course you can! Or maybe you'd rather have me call the police?" he 
said, smiling at the shudder of horror that ran through her body again 
at the use of the word "police".

Fresh tears sprang to her eyes, but Jill forced them back. Silently she 
slipped out of her navy blue skirt and then slowly lifted off her 
striped pullover and pantyhose. She picked up the skimpy garments, 
trying to figure out how they were supposed to be worn.

"Take off your bra and panties," Lars ordered. And then when she 
hesitated, he repeated in a louder voice, "TAKE THEM OFF!"

The drug-dazed young woman obeyed, blushing as she felt his piercing 
eyes surveying her naked flesh. An odd little tingle----born partly of 
fear and partly of something else---began to travel through her exposed 
body as she donned the tiny halter top, suede bikini panties, and 
minuscule matching skirt, then laced up the high-heeled boots. 
Everything fit perfectly, and the garment was disgustingly revealing, 
the soft suede brushing up against her drug-sensitized flesh felt 
unexpectedly pleasant.

"Good! I thought you were the same size as Helga," the corrupt 
businessman remarked, coming toward her to stroke his hands over the 
tight-fitting skirt and halter. The tingling feeling in Jill's loins 
increased at the feel of his hands, she was beginning to feel 
completely depraved now, and it was a surprisingly nice way to feel, 
her drug-befuddled mind thought ... This depravity in turn created a 
ripple of excitement which, combined with the hashish and the utter 
helplessness of her situation, abruptly brought her hidden masochistic 
impulses boiling to the surface.

"Now here's what you're going to do," Lars instructed, his hands 
continuing to stroke the soft suede covering Jill's sensitive breasts 
and thighs. "You'll take this and go out on the stage, and then you'll 
play with it for awhile. If you feel nervous, don't look at the 
audience. Just pretend you're home in your own bedroom. The girl in 
this part is supposed to be shy, anyway." The Danish sex-show manager 
reached into the top drawer of his desk and pulled out a pink plastic 
vibrator of the same kind Jill had used before and placed it in her 
hand.

Jill was immobilized, utterly transfixed by a lewd vision of herself 
standing half-naked on a stage before a crowd of people, clutching this 
plastic dildo. Could she be hallucinating, was the hashish she'd smoked 
so much of lately causing her to lose her mind? How could this man 
possibly expect her to do such a thing!

"You heard what I said---now get moving. This show's about to start," 
he said in a cold cruel voice, shoving her behind a jungle plant and 
pushing the horrified young redhead out another door. There was the 
distinct sound of a key turning in the lock, and Jill knew that there 
was nothing to do but turn around and face the audience whose whistles 
and sporadic clapping she heard behind her.



Chapter 8


Jill Duncan turned slowly around to face the crowded semi-circle of 
spectators seated in tiers a little below the low stage where she 
herself was standing. There was a round bed covered by some furry 
fabric in the center of the stage? and psychedelic-hued lights were 
flashing on and off. The terrified young American was grateful for the 
lights which half-blinded her drugged eyes and made it almost 
impossible to see the audience. To actually sit down on the suggestive 
stage-prop seemed perverted enough in itself, but Jill realized that 
her trembling knees would not support her for very much longer. When 
she reached the bed, the colored lights stopped and loud rock music 
began blaring from a speaker somewhere behind her.

Now that the lights were no longer flashing, Jill was able to see the 
audience clearly. There were about sixty people in the small dark room, 
most of them middle-aged men in business suits, but a few well-dressed 
women and exotically-clad hippie types as well. Most of the spectators 
were sipping cocktails, but the long-haired young men were smoking what 
her nose immediately recognized was hashish. And there, in the far left 
corner, were two uniformed policemen!

Naturally the terrified young redhead could not know that Lars Jensen 
had strategically placed two costumed employees just where she would be 
bound to see them, and Jill presumed that they must be the police 
inspectors the manager had warned her about. In her drugged condition, 
her mind leap-frogged from illogic to logic and finally analyzed her 
trapped position; if she didn't go on with the show, they'd arrest her 
for all the obscene things she had done with Erik the night before. 
There was no choice but to use the vibrator right there in front of all 
these leering people!

Luckily, the dope had the blessed effect of making everything seem a 
little unreal. Jill rationalized the entire thing by pretending she 
were living through the most frightening nightmare of her life, and 
this made it possible for her to turn on the penis-shaped instrument 
that the manager had placed in her shaking hands. It came to life with 
a loud purring sound, its quivering motion giving her an unexpected 
feeling of confidence.

I'll do like Mr. Jensen said---it's the only way I can go through with 
this, Jill decided. I'll just try to believe that all these people 
aren't here at all that I'm alone at home. Closing her green eyes, the 
half-naked young redhead leaned back on the big round bed and lifted 
the plastic dildo to her full breasts.

It was actually not nearly as difficult as she'd expected it to be. So 
long as she kept her eyes closed, the quivering movements of the 
stimulating vibrator on her drugged body relaxed her. After the two 
unfulfilling sexual encounters of the past two days, the young 
redhead's sensuous body was immediately aroused and began to tingle 
with depraved excitement.

The cleavage of the provocative suede halter top was so low that Jill 
had no trouble reaching her sensitive little nipples with the vibrator. 
After running the lewd plastic cock around first one, then the other, 
she felt her body begin a responsive quivering as thin fingers of hot 
shameless lust sped from her fully erected nipples straight down to her 
suede-covered loins. A tremulous sigh rose from her chest as her 
desire-swollen vaginal lips began to throb against the tight-fitting 
bikini panties, and she began to slide the dildo down over her 
youthful, almost virginal flesh toward the lustfully aroused area up 
between her legs.

Suddenly a loud voice from the audience sounded above the music, 
shattering the magic bubble that had been surrounding the drugged 
girl's mind. "Come on, baby!" the drunken voice called out, "let's see 
you fuck yourself!" A few other people began clapping in excited 
approval.

How can I be doing this? Jill's mind, temporarily cleared of all 
protective illusions, cried out. How can I lie here masturbating in 
front of these people---how can I? Yet inconceivable as it was, she 
knew that she would continue this depraved act---and that she would 
even enjoy it! The very obscenity of the situation excited her even 
more, and she knew she was heading for that powerful orgasm she'd so 
long awaited.

I'm perverted! I'm doing the worst thing I could possibly do! she told 
herself, experiencing an intense thrill of delight at the idea. Yes---
and I like doing it too! And with that admission ringing in her brain, 
she lowered the throbbing dildo directly over the space between her 
parted legs.

"If you wanna be fucked, I'll take care of it for you!" a voice shouted 
down at her. Jill's eyes popped open in astonishment to see an enormous 
naked man, who looked Arabic, standing above her, his long thick cock 
standing straight out from his hair-covered loins, his lust-hardened 
penis wagged menacingly at her as he took a few steps toward her 
trembling young body.

"Oh God!" she gasped. The music had softened as soon as the big male 
strode onto the stage, and her exclamation was clearly audible to the 
audience. "Noooooooo!" she cried, badly frightened. Mr. Jensen hadn't 
said anything about this---was this man just someone from the audience, 
or had she been tricked? Then, as he bent down over her and without 
warning began yanking off her skimpy garments, the redheaded American 
girl stopped speculating and began screaming in genuine terror.

"STOP! STOP! OH GOD, please don't do this to me!" she wailed, but the 
naked man paid no attention to her horror-stricken protests as he 
ripped off her flimsy panties.

"GONNA SHOW YOU HOW A REAL MAN FUCKS!" the muscular, Arabian-appearing 
male shouted down at her, brandishing his huge cudgel of flesh in one 
hand.

The leering crowd. naturally thinking it was all an imaginative new 
act, began to roar out their approval. "Yeah, man, give it to her!" 
several drunken voices echoed, and others began to clap and stamp their 
feet on the carpeted floor that produced an effect like that of excited 
drumbeats.

Then, before the stunned young redhead realized what was happening, the 
dark-haired man had pulled her wildly thrashing legs apart and was 
kneeling over her with his immense penis pointed straight at her 
cringing little cunt. She tried to struggle away, but his strong arms 
easily pinned her back against the bed. A second later, Jill felt the 
blunt head of his immense cock pressing up against her hair-covered 
pussy.

A moan of anguish and fear rose in her throat as she gazed with fearful 
eyes at the size of his dark-skinned penis. She'd thought Dizzy's was 
big, but this man's seemed to be at least twice as large. He would rip 
her in two ... or maybe even kill her. Her physical terror was so great 
that the drugged auburn-haired American girl didn't even consider how 
obscene and perverted this whole scene appeared to the fascinated 
audience.

"No, you'll kill me!" she gasped out. "No ... NOOOOOOO!"

"Tight little cunt you've got," the man sneered. "But don't worry---
you'll be loving my cock in your belly before too long!" And with that 
he shoved his powerful hips forward and drove his blood swollen cock 
deep into her narrow cuntal opening without a thought of pain or injury 
to her delicate female organ. If her vagina had not been so lewdly 
moistened by her self-induced arousal, his massive penis would never 
have been able to enter her nearly-virginal pussy. The pain was so 
intense that Jill couldn't even scream. A black, star-studded cloud of 
agony passed before her eyes as she struggled to regain her breath, and 
she held her violated body absolutely still for fear that any move on 
her part might increase the already unendurable pain. His huge pulsing 
hardness filled every inch of her widely-stretched pussy depths, and 
the massive cock-head had expanded the walls of her aching vagina so 
much that she feared she would never be able to walk again. It felt as 
though a giant pulsating rod of fire were slowly burning away her 
delicate cuntal tissue.

"Shit, you've got the sweetest little pussy I ever felt," the man above 
her groaned, mercifully holding his thick penis still for a few moments 
to allow her to adjust to its immense girth. He removed his hands from 
her shoulders - there was no possibility of the pinioned girl trying to 
escape now---and began to squeeze and knead the large mounds of her 
perfectly-formed breasts and to tweak at the rose-tipped nipples. Then, 
as soon as he felt her slender body gradually responding to his teasing 
hands, he pushed his huge cock even deeper inside her tightly clasping 
pussy.

"Aaaarrrrggggghhhhh," groaned Jill, hoping against hope that she would 
pass out. The dark-haired man flexed his male flesh a second time, and 
then, seemingly satisfied for a moment, let his throbbing shaft lie 
motionless inside the violated walls of her trembling young cunt.

He stared down at her nakedly impaled body and then grinned lewdly as 
his powerful hands left her breasts and moved around her back down to 
her tightly clenched ass-cheeks. Taking one in each large hand, the 
dark man began massaging her sensitive buttock-flesh and forcing her to 
move her hips in a lewd undulating motion. Much to the anguished young 
girl's surprise, the pain in her tight-stretched cuntal channel 
gradually began to diminish, and by the time he again thrust his thick 
hardness inside her vagina, her groan was more in pleasure than in 
pain.

It couldn't be possible, but Jill realized that she was once again 
feeling the depraved throbbings of desire deep within her belly. The 
Arab's penis was so enormous that it stimulated her clitoris to 
immediate taut erection, and the resulting flames of hot arousal 
stimulated all the young woman's latent masochistic excitement. Within 
a few minutes she was undulating her buttocks of her own accord, while 
the skillful sex-show star once again began to massage and pinch the 
sensitive flesh of her breasts. Jill began to mewl in helpless passion 
beneath his impaling penis's smooth, rhythmic, strokes, her desire 
rising with every passing second. "Feels good, doesn't it?" he sneered 
down at her. "You like my big cock, don't you, you hot little bitch!"

"Ahhhhhh ... ohhhhhhhh ..." the lust-maddened young girl moaned, her 
long red hair flailing wildly around her passion-contorted face and her 
body writhing in undeniable need beneath his strong, sweat-glistening 
loins. She was no longer conscious of anything except the potent heated 
waves of ecstasy that were building deep within her cock-stuffed 
vagina. The incredibly depraved fact that a crowd of complete strangers 
were witnessing her obscene torment only served as a stimulant to the 
no longer-innocent law student's insatiable desire to be filled with 
this Arab's hotly throbbing male hardness. Flaunting her own perverted 
exhibitionism, Jill began to scream out shocking obscenities to the 
powerful body who was so relentlessly skewering into her upthrusting 
little vagina.

"Fuck me ... give me your cock ... fuck me hard! Hard!" she cried as 
she screwed her trembling ass-cheeks up to meet each body jolting 
thrust. His long blood-engorged penis rammed to the hilt into her 
splayed pussy-lips, and she could feel his sperm-inflated testicles 
slapping against her squirming buttocks with a lewd sound that echoed 
throughout the showroom. "Give it to me!" she wailed, almost out of her 
mind now. Jill could feel her orgasm surfacing now, each powerful 
plunge of his throbbing penis bringing her a little closer to her long-
awaited climax, and she strained every single muscle in her sweat-
covered body toward him? pleading wantonly for his thick rampaging 
cock.

The audience---even the most jaded of the sex-show employees, were 
responding to her blatant cries of extreme erotic ecstasy. They called 
out lewd encouragements, savoring this unusual spectacle of obviously 
unfaked passion.

Only one person in the dimly-lit room was not exhibiting any 
excitement. Erik Mortensen stood just inside the show room, staring at 
Jill's wanton exhibition with a sinking feeling in the pit of his 
stomach. His failure to become aroused by the salacious spectacle 
surprised him, after all, hadn't he wanted the uptight American girl to 
lose her inhibitions, hadn't he wanted to see her writhing and begging 
for satisfaction? But not with some Arab---not with just anyone! his 
mind protested. To his amazement, he realized that he no longer desired 
the voluptuous redhead. He wouldn't be able to fuck her now if he had 
to.

"I'M CUMMING!" the lust-inflamed young woman wailed. "KEEP FUCKING ... 
KEEP FUCKING ME FOREVER!" Jill knew in a sudden moment of clarity that 
she meant just that---from now on, nothing else would matter except 
this exquisite sensation of a man's penis pounding in and out of her 
insatiable pussy. Her law career, her family, everything that she'd 
held to be important until now ceased to interest her. All she wanted 
to be able to do was to fuck and fuck and fuck ...

As her explosive orgasm began, her drugged mind split open into a 
thousand rainbow-colored pieces as her frantically clenching pussy 
spasmed again and again around the thick pulsating hardness buried deep 
within her vagina. With muscles she'd never suspected she possessed, 
she sucked the Arab's spurting cum deep up into her belly, abandoned 
animalistic cries spewing from her mouth in her mindless ecstasy until 
she finally collapsed in a limp, sweat-streaked heap beneath this dark 
stranger who had changed her life forever.

While the raucous spectators were still cheering and clapping with wild 
enthusiasm, Erik Mortensen slipped out the door and stood in the empty 
corridor with his head in his hands. He didn't hear his friend, Lars 
Jensen, coming up behind him, and jumped nervously when the grinning 
manager tapped him on the shoulder.

"Well, how did you like that!" Jensen gloated. He could tell by the 
expression on his friend's face that he'd learned his lesson, all 
right, from now on he'd know what women were made of! "Gotta thank you 
for giving me the sex-star of the century ... they loved her in there, 
didn't they!"

Erik stared at the other man for a moment, then turned and without a 
word made his way down the stairs and out of the door. He didn't hate 
Lars; after all, even though the club manager had somehow tricked Jill 
into performing in his show, he hadn't had anything to do with her 
rampantly lust felt response. Nevertheless, he couldn't stand to see 
Lar's self-satisfied sadistic smile for another second ... he had to be 
alone.

Leaving his car where he'd parked it an hour ago, the tall blond Dane 
started to walk back to his flat, taking an out-of-the-way route that 
led past the lakes. He hadn't come this way for a long time---not since 
he was a student---but somehow the calm water and peacefully sleeping 
ducks and swans eased the pain he felt inside. Strange new thoughts 
filled the normally carefree young mans disturbing thoughts that he 
suddenly didn't want to understand.

"Oh, what the hell," he muttered at last, turning away from the lakes 
to head down a brightly lit street. "Might as well get drunk ..."

Behind him, in the Club, the wildly excited audience was going out of 
its collective mind as, with a lewd smile of gratitude - the young 
American girl willingly sank to her knees in front of the Arab, and of 
her own accord opened her wetly parted lips to perform only the first 
of many encores to come ...


The End




  
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