East Coast Slavers Organization

East Coast Slavers Organization – I: A Caribbean Adventure

Chapter 35 – Double Cross Turnabout (or The Ends Justify the Means)

Robert Morgan and Gene St. James were bringing their adventurous rescue mission to a close. Roland Heath, the rich industrialist, retired slaver, and long-time friend of Steve Austin, had been rescued from the clutches of his daughter and two granddaughters. The nymphomaniac daughter, Jeanne Heath, had been captured and after Robert broke her in sexually, been leased as a common slut to Gene St. James, Roland's loyal Executive Secretary. She whole-heartedly agreed to be sold as a lowly piece of livestock; her low annual rental fee of only forty-five dollars (after her first year's rent of one hundred twenty-five dollars) and her mandatory conversion to a bimbo had her writhing in nearly continuous orgasms. Mary Alice Sheridan, the sadistic former Head Nurse at the asylum where Roland had been held, would undergo the exact same changes as Jeanne. Mary Alice was not been asked her opinion in her conversion to a fucktoy. The unwilling captive was purchased by Roland Heath himself for four hundred thousand dollars; a huge sum, but Roland felt he was buying quality merchandise and giving Robert a tip for a job well done.

Roland Heath's twenty-one year-old granddaughters, Lori and Lisa, were now the property of Robert Morgan, actually Aaron Clarke – partner to Steve Austin and sole owner of East Coast Slavers' Organization. They faced an uncertain future; Aaron had some ideas he was considering. He had recently acquired a set of beautiful blonde sisters, Anna (31) and Becky Sawyer (37), who were undergoing surgeries to become identical twins and a matched set of Ponygirls. Aaron was thinking that Lisa and Lori, two already identical black-haired twins would make a fantastic set beside the blond Anna and Becky. The concept was to create matched sets of Ponygirls. He grinned at the idea. He shook off the daydreams and refocused himself as Robert Morgan, the identity that he used while conducting illegal missions in the United States.

Roland Heath was full of remorse that he and his wife had failed with their child and her two daughters. Jeanne had grown into a parasitic slut and her illegitimate twin daughters grew up into haughty bitches, convinced they were superior and deserved special attention. A compassionate man, and a good businessman, he had decided it was time to cut all his ties with the three women. He knew that his wife, Sharon, would have also agreed that they had done all they could. The thirty-nine-year-old and her twenty-one-year-old daughters had chosen their own destinies, and the corresponding penalties for their actions.

Jeanne Heath's accomplice, Doctor Dustin Woods, was now in jail, pending charges of abduction, assault, rape, sodomy, and attempted murder. Robert Morgan had orchestrated a situation where the supposedly depressed doctor had made himself a eunuch after torturing a facility nurse in the same shock therapy room he had nearly killed Roland Heath in. Dustin faced the loss of his medical license, millions of dollars in legal costs and potential losses in civil lawsuits, and a significant jail term. The other male involved in the children's evil scheme, Rafael Domatto, was still unconscious in the dungeons below the estate. He would soon be implicated in the kidnapping of the four teenage tennis players Amy Teele (15), Joyce Gordon (16), Loretta Cooper (17), and Idy Constance (17).

Robert remembered Jeanne Heath's goodbye pout as she kissed him and then went to kneel down beside her new owner, Gene St. James. Gene had taken charge of his new slave and led her off for bathing and grooming, like any owner would do with a pampered pet. Robert had gone down into the dungeons with Maddalena Camillo to show her the layout and introduce her to the captive nurse, Mary Alice Sheridan. Mary Alice was lucky, she was still sleeping off the double dose of amnesia-producing drug cocktail. Otherwise, the expression on Maddalena's face clearly showed that she would have preferred to start Mary Alice's first punishment session as a sex slave.

Rafael Domatto was sleeping in a cell across the corridor from Mary Alice's sleeping form. Maddalena whistled in appreciation as she ran her hand down his muscular form. "The boys in prison are gonna love this blonde boy toy," she said with a smirk.

Their next stop was to check on the twins and her former prisoners. When they opened the door, four happy and squealing teenagers surrounded them. The girls understood that they had to be protected from knowing where they had been kept prisoner. Robert put a soft blindfold on Amy Teele, the youngest of the four girls and the first he had originally released the night he and Gene acquired the twins. The fifteen year old blonde giggled when he first touched her. Maddalena walked over and took one of Amy's hands to begin leading a line of girls out of the dungeons. Joyce Gordon and Loretta Cooper also acted silly when their turn came. As each of these nubile teens had been blindfolded, Robert took a hand and gave it to the girl ahead of her in the chain. Idy Constance, the cheeky seventeen year old hadn't giggled, instead, she pretended to develop a painful muscle cramp in her calf. She collapsed to her tiny butt and moaned, "Owww! That really hurts. I'm so sorry, don't let me hold everyone up. Please take the others up for their showers and dinner. I have to sit for a few minutes."

Maddalena gave Robert a knowing look. Robert raised his eyebrows and shrugged as if to say, "What did I do?" She turned and led her short coffle of teens down the corridor toward the main house.

When Loretta stepped hesitantly out into the corridor, led on by Joyce, Amy, and Maddalena, Idy rolled over onto her side and propped herself up by an elbow. "Come here," she mumbled, "my calf is killing me." "Rub it please," she added coyly.

Robert sat down beside her and pulled her leg onto his lap. "You know this is not a very convincing act?" Robert said. "Do you have any idea what kind of danger you are in, alone with a man that has defeated your captors?" he added menacingly.

She stuck her tongue out and smugly added, "Of course I do, silly. But, I'm a great judge of character and I knew you were rescuing us when I first heard your voice whispering to Amy. Then I recognized the sound of you stealing some tongue action as you took out those yucky ballgags." Then she pouted, "I was naked and all you did was kiss me and fondle my hip. I felt your hardon. Why didn't you take a little more advantage while we were blindfolded?"

Robert smiled and pulled out the last blindfold. "Why don't you find out?" he asked teasingly. Robert was pretty certain he had called the little minx's bluff.

The black-haired vixen pulled back before he could wrap the blindfold around her head. Then, she surprised him and grabbed the blindfold for herself. "Either I blindfold you and steal a few kisses, or I'll testify that you raped me. Since I'm not a virgin, they'll believe me."

"I rescue you and this is the thanks I get?" Robert stuttered in surprise.

She grinned back at him and whispered, "Why not? After all, it will only cost you a kiss or two to let me have control. What harm can it do?"

Robert nodded and said, "OK, you win. But, only for a few minutes. And, … you better behave yourself. Enjoy your little fun, but keep it under control."

Robert turned his head away so that she could place the blindfold over his head. She fumbled with the soft cloth and secured the tie behind his head. The room became quiet and Robert peered blindly about to find Idy.

She giggled beside him and said, "Nice isn't it? You have to give me some kisses, but it's on my terms. I want to watch you for a few minutes before we start."

Robert heard her moving softly around the chamber. His heightened senses also heard the gentle clink of Lori and Lisa Heath's chains as they hung blindfolded and gagged. While the teens were excitedly meeting Maddalena, Robert had removed the tortured livestock's cotton headsacks and securely ballgagged them. Earlier, the teens had free rein to torture the twins over the previous day, but Robert had covered the slaves with locking headsacks to keep them from choking to death on more stringent ballgags. That was also the reason that the twins had been left securely padlocked in their bondage; so the teens couldn't inadvertently release the doomed captives.

Idy blew her warm, fragrant breath in his ear. Robert jerked away in surprise. Next her voice whispered in a begging tone, "Please take your shirt off. I want to see your big muscular chest."

Even in the cool air of the dungeon, Robert was sweating from the sexual tension and concern about the little vixen's sexual advances. "No way, little girl! This is getting way out of hand. I think I'll end this now." Robert's hands moved toward his blindfold when his world exploded in agony and his overloaded optic nerves told him he'd been blinded by the sun.

Awakening was a very painful thing for Robert. He felt disoriented and weaker than he could imagine. His joints hurt as if someone had stretched him out on a medieval torture rack. His chest hairs were being soothed by a cool and gentle hand, tenderly rubbing across pectorals and down to his ribbed stomach muscles. Despite the disorientation, the touches were wonderful; they relaxed him and distracted him from his extreme exhaustion and lack of muscle control. Robert was content to just lay still and slowly come back awake.

"Hmmm," he mumbled, "that's nice."

His body responded naturally, his long, limp cock started to gently bob about as rich blood flowed into the love muscle. Warm lips kissed around his cock and then engulfed his quickly engorging sex. "Hmmm, that Jeanne Heath knows how to wake a man," he thought as he felt his cock reach it's fully erect size. He wriggled his hips slightly and frowned. "Wait, is my ass on a cold gritty floor?" he wondered. That's when he realized he was not in bed. He started to lurch up strongly and he realized that he was chained down and blindfolded. "What the fuck," he yelled. "Oh, shit! Idy, Idy, is that you?" he added in dismay.

A warm and cuddly shape slid up his torso and nipped at his neck with her teeth. "Yes, lover," she purred, "it is Idy. That wasn't nice, you tried to renege on our deal."

Robert rolled about trying to escape. Idy easily rode his struggling form, pushing her pelvis against his. "Shhh," she whispered in his ear, "I've cuffed you and chained your wrists and ankles to strong steel loops set in the dungeon floor. Everything is locked up nice and tight, using your own gear. Thank you so much for bringing your bag full of toys to the dungeon."

"WWhat the fuck are you doing?" Robert demanded.

Idy reached down with both hands and grabbed a hanging testicle in each hand. She gently twisted them and said, "Shut up. I'm in charge." "Besides," she purred, "you gave me free rein when you challenged me to blindfold you and to take charge." Her voice changed a little and she added reassuringly, "And, … believe me, it's my turn to be in charge. Now, cooperate or I'll hurt these nice big balls and then zap you again with your taser."

Robert was stunned into silence. "Oh, fuck me!" he thought, "The conniving little bitch took my taser out of my own vest while she distracted me. What a chump I am! Hopefully I can get out of this unscathed."

Idy rolled off his blindfolded, naked form. Robert again strained his hearing and he heard the soft rustle of clothes. "Oh, no," he muttered, "you better not be taking your clothes off."

In response, something warm and wispy draped itself over his face. In Robert's next inhaled breath, he identified what it was with certainty. It was the tiny skirt that Idy had worn, still warm from the seductress' seventeen-year-old body and redolent with her aroma. He heard a giggle and then a voice whispered, "Consider those a taste of what's to come. Oh, and big boy, … I don't want any more yelling or I'll find one of those awful ball things to stick in your mouth." Her lips returned to his dick. Robert was astounded that his cock had remained rock-hard even while he tried to escape. As her body clambered over his to straddle him on all fours, she flipped her hair forward to tease its way across his chest.

Idy took a deep breath to regain control of her excited heart and to stop her panting. She was so excited at the chance to play with this big stud of a man. The instant she first heard his voice while she hung helpless and naked in the dark, she wanted him to ravage her. She had thought of nothing else since her rescue; only able to daydream about caresses, kisses, and … and sex. Her hand slipped down to his trim, well-muscled belly and she marveled at his strength. A flash of heat hit her chest and face when she looked down at his huge, angry-looking cock. "My God!" she exclaimed, "I never imagined that a dick could be so large."

Idy was a virgin. She had lied to Robert about already being sexually active. Her experience with dicks was limited to squeezing a few boy-pricks through their owners' pants, and only hurriedly while in the back of a car. She never realized how velvety and soft the skin of a rock-hard cock could be. She felt her tiny pussy entrance with her fingertips and wondered that such a huge shaft could fit inside her petite body. Idy Constance maneuvered her hips around to line up her outer labia with the monstrous cock head that she held in her hands. She wriggled about a little and tried to encourage the massive cock's head to start its way into her cunt.

Robert felt the young woman try to get his plum-sized cock head into her pussy. He moaned and said, "What about putting a condom on me? I have some in my bag."

"No way, stud. I wanna feel every bit of that thing au natural as it pounds in and out of my cunt," she said with some satisfaction, and a sense of womanly experience at the use of such naughty words.

"Bbut, what about birth control, or … sexually transmitted diseases?" Robert stuttered.

"Ahhh," Idy moaned when the cockhead bumped against her opening and refused to enter. She reached down with both hands to pull her pussy lips apart, exposing her inner core. The cock was once again lined up and she sunk down hard. "Ouch," she muttered when the head once again stopped short of penetrating her pussy.

"Get a lubricated condom from my bag, … It'll help a lot," Robert offered.

"Shhh," Idy said. "I told you I want the real thing. Besides, I'm a good judge of character. Your trying to use a condom proves what I was thinking, that you're a good man. Besides, my family doctor will give me the morning after rape drug to keep me from becoming pregnant from my rapist." She giggled and then panted as she tried to fit the cock in her tight, virginal pussy again.

"Then at least spit on the head to help it get in. I wouldn't want to split you wide open," he grunted back. The sensation of her bumping against his cock felt a little too good.

Idy listened to this advice, leaning back on her heels in order to dribble a fat wad of spittle directly on the big cock's head. She also spit on her fingertips and rubbed the dampness on her own pussy lips. She tried again, setting the cock against her spread-open pussy, and pushing down. The head popped through and became stuck when the stretched lips closed on the other side of the fat cock's helmet. "Ungh," she grunted.

"Idy, gently wiggle about slowly and let your snatch lube up my dick. Don't push it deeper until you get much wetter. Ahhhh! Ohhh, shit! Girl you are the tightest thing I've ever felt. Yess!"

Idy felt like she was going to rip somewhere. "This thing feels like a baseball bat. How the devil do girls take this thing?" she questioned aloud. "God, you're big!" she squealed excitedly. Finally, she decided that the only way to get the gigantic cock into her was to push her weight down hard. She did, and the pole-like cock sunk at least two more inches before thumping into her hymen.

Both Robert and Idy were surprised. Idy was surprised at the relatively pain-free entry, even though it felt like she was sitting on fence post. Robert was shocked when his dick bottomed out against her virginal love barrier.

"Wwhat the fuck! Off! Off! Get off me! You're a virgin, you little ass!" Robert exclaimed. He twisted his body to and fro, attempting to shake off the little girl that was soon to be a woman. His efforts were doomed. The lithe young thing easily balanced herself on her knees and hands.

The only result of Robert's wild gyrations was that his fat knob twirled around and around Idy's pussy lips, encouraging the complete lubrication of the top of his dick from her now copious flow. After a particularly rough hip movement, Robert succeeded in making Idy into a woman. His cock broke through her tough hymen and sunk a good four inches deep.

Idy Constance gasped as her maiden's shield broke, allowing the cock to bludgeon its way inside. She tensed from the initial pain and then relaxed. The loosening of her unused pussy muscles allowed his dick to worm its way in another inch, where it became stuck when the fat walls of the fuck tube ran out of feminine lubrication and her inner vaginal walls stuck to Robert's dick.

The breath whooshed out of Robert Morgan's lungs as the extent of what just occurred went through his mind. The slaver's conscience would not allow him to accept that he had just deflowered an innocent child. By the time he acknowledged that it was not his doing, Idy was already panting and slobbering above his chest as she tried to lift and lower herself by miniscule amounts. She instinctively knew that small movements would loosen her muscles and lubricate the gigantic pole up her cunt. At one point she paused, reached down to measure how much was still out of her body, and gasped at her finding. "He's only a little over half way in," she wondered to herself. She whimpered as she rose till the cut under the helmet of the cock caught on her thinly stretched labia. "I think I'm stuck on him," she cried to herself. "It's like an arrowhead, not coming out without ripping flesh!"

Robert was now resigned to his fate. Technically, he had already committed rape on the slender girl and whatever happened next should not change the legal perspective or his guilt. "If sex is what she wants, then sex is what she will get. At least, if I have anything to do with the decisions." He told himself. Robert could tell that he wasn't in but halfway. He decided to change that by lunging upward with all his strength.

Idy felt the man lunge up at her like a demon. The man's spear of a cock hit her with stunning force and she felt his pubic bone thump into her. "Ohhhh, God!" she screamed in ecstasy. "What a cock! What a fuck!"

Robert achieved some satisfaction in being the one to bury his cock fully in the tightest pussy that he had ever experienced. He grunted when their grating pubic bones signaled that she was skewered as much as she could ever get to be. Robert bucked again like a bull gone wild and her light body was thrown up into the air, only to fall back onto his horse-cock, again burying his monster of a dick in her vagina.

"Eiii," she shrieked as she flew upward four inches and then she followed up with a deep grunt when she was re-impaled on the monster cock. Robert thrust upward again with all his strength. The lightweight teen flew upward again, this time nearly six inches. When she fell back down, the nine inch bar of flesh solidly wedged itself in, her wispy pubic hair in full contact with his. She slumped down on his chest from the exertion of getting his gigantic dick inside her tiny pussy; her legs now clasped around his legs.

The feeling of her body wrapped around his cock was indescribable; the tight pussy had nearly sucked the jism right out of his dick. Robert tried to catch his breath and regain control of his spasming cock. Then her pert little titties poked into his pectorals as she collapsed onto his chest. Idy's long black hair covered Robert's head and he snorted to get the irritating hair away from his nose and mouth. His hips twisted involuntarily; he had to fuck this pussy, not matter what his conscience told him. No matter how he flexed his hips, his cock's super-tight fit only dragged her body from side to side.

"Well," he hissed in her ear. "You're a woman now. So, … get up and fuck me. That is, if you can get that tight pussy to let go of my dick enough so that we can actually fuck.

Idy whimpered in need. She was aroused beyond belief. Her pussy burned from sexual need and itched from the massive dick's thrusts into her inner core. Her vaginal muscles flexed and she felt the cock lurch within her. "Oh, it feels so good! Your dick is amazing," she marveled aloud.

"Oh, shit!" she exclaimed, "I don't even know your name. Ahhh, yes; I think you just bottomed out in me. You are pushing against something deep inside me."

"Yesss, … yess, … yes. I just hit your cervix. Your inner muscles are rippling across my dick like a truck rolling across it," Robert whispered back.

"Uhhh, ohhh, how nice. I don't have a name to call you while we screw, … it's so weird. Ohhh, it's making funny noises." The young woman had started to lift up a little off his hard love muscle and the vacuum suction made a slurping sound. Embarrassed, she dropped her butt back down, re-impaling herself. "Uffff," she gasped. "Maybe you are too big for me?"

"No, you're already fucking me. Don't try and lift off, just gently twirl your hips in small circles and remember to grind your clit against me. Yesss, roll your hips forward and back, just like that. That is good sex, and you'll get yourself used to my size. Ohhh, that's better for me, does it feel good for you?"

Idy moaned lustily as the dick rolled around her vagina, stimulating her insides. "Oh, yes," she hissed, "this is worth it for my first sex. Ohhh! My mystery lover is the best! Ahhh." Idy exploded in climax, her hips slowing from wild gyrations to a few uncontrolled wriggles. She fell forward again onto his chest, tears of happiness running down her face to splash on Robert's chin and neck.

Robert grinned; he had maintained his control during the tightest fuck of his life and still hadn't spurted into her luscious womb. The weakly moving woman kept his dick primed as he imagined her lithe form riding his cock.

Idy Constance stirred a little more and a deep 'ohhhh' escaped her lips. "That was worth it my mysterious savior," she whispered in his ear. She wiggled and added, "Wow! You're still hard. Maybe we can do more screwing?"

Robert whispered, "Idy, I had to fight hard to last without cumming. Let me up so I can finish this." With that last statement, Robert rolled his hips up, shifting the impaled teen's hips around.

"Hmmm," cooed Idy, "I'd like that. Maybe we can try some other positions." She gingerly raised herself off his rock-hard shaft and an 'ohhfff' escaped her mouth as the stiff dick bobbled it's way across her sore pussy lips. She picked her skirt off his lower face and reached to undo his blindfold, hesitated for long seconds, and then tugged it off his face.

Idy leaned so her face was close to the man she'd just tricked into sex. "I told you I'm a good judge of character, she said before she nipped his ear painfully between her sharp incisors. "Do you consider yourself a man of honor?" she asked.

"Yes, I am," Robert answered.

"Good!' she said decisively, "Then I can trust you if I unchain you?"

"Of course," Robert responded with a straight face. "I told you I'm eager to finish this," and he pointed his chin down to his throbbing cock for emphasis.

"Yesss," whispered Idy in a long drawn out hiss. "You'd 'finish this.' Hmmm, … to me, … that could mean you're eager to get me on my back and screw me silly, just like I want. Or, … maybe, … it could mean you're eager to punish me for what I started and then just put your nice hard dick away for use on some older woman."

Robert kept his face stoic. "The minx saw through me," he moaned to himself. "I was going to tie her up and hand spank that tight little ass till she screamed for forgiveness. Shit, shit, shit!"

Idy leaned down to coo into his ear again, "In whole sentences, tell me what I want to hear and then promise it is true."

With a deep breath, Robert started, "OK, you win. I will not spank or physically punish you for what you did. I will spurt my cum deep into your body and make sure that you orgasm over and over. I will not treat you like an oversexed, underage, teen; instead, I will treat you the same as my favorite women. Once I start this next round of sex, nothing will make me stop. This I promise."

Idy fell across his trapped body and wriggled about like an eel. "Yes," she whispered, "I have won." She squeezed his cock to reassure herself that it was all real. "But," she hesitated, "do you double promise not to spank or hurt me in punishment?"

A happy grin spread across Robert's face as he simply responded, "Yes, I promise."

Robert sat up and rubbed his wrists and ankles to sooth his chaffed skin. The cuffs had all been too loose for the leather linings to fully protect his skin from rubbing while he struggled to escape. He glanced over at Idy, crouched with some fear on her face, her puffy labia clearly displayed between her naked thighs.

Idy blushed as she figured out where his eyes were focused. The heavily muscled man smoothly rolled over and gently tugged her down beside him where he gave her a deep, passionate kiss. She felt herself melt in his arms and she groaned in arousal when one of his strong hands covered an ass cheek and squeezed. Her breast was captured by the other hand and her entire body spun as he quickly rolled atop her slender form. "The hands feel so good," she told herself. Aloud she added a moan of lust. The hand on her ass slid to her tummy and after a quick caress, slipped to between her legs. She jerked when the man teasingly traced a path around her vaginal lips. "Eiii," she moaned and writhed as a thumb and forefinger captured her sensitive clit. Her hips humped up blindly, questing for a cock as his fingers danced around her pussy and clit. "Yes," she cried, "this is what I wanted. Oh, … yes."

Robert captured one of the teen's perky tits between his teeth and added the extra stimulation of sucking and biting swollen titties to the almost overwhelming sensations coming from her pussy.

"Ohhh, yesss," she howled as she came; head back and gasping mouth wide open. The teens wildly flopping body almost threw Robert off.

Before the teen could finish her quaking spasms, Robert pulled back between her legs and reached down to place a hand under each ass cheek. With a strong tug, the teen's dripping snatch was pulled up to his lips, arching her back across his knees. Robert buried his face in the musky pussy, thankful that he hadn't yet dumped his creamy jism inside. He pinched her clit between his teeth to get her attention and then he plunged his tongue as far as he could into her slimy cunt. His lips mated around her sex's lips and he suctioned, hard, while he tongue fucked the newly made woman. Sensing that she was starting to respond, Robert pulled his cunt butter-coated face up to her hooded clit and focused his oral skills to that bundle of sexual nerves. One hand surreptitiously crept from holding a taut ass to between her sparsely forested pussy. Robert curled all four fingers of his right hand around his thump and jammed into her stretched pussy hard enough to raise her hips. He rocked his hand around while he applied more pressure from the tip of his tongue against her rubbery nubbin of a clit. Idy's thighs spasmed around his ears as she once again exploded in an orgasm. Her panting breathing increased as she rode the waves of the next long, drawn out climax.

Robert counted the orgasms; "One she earned on her own, and two that I took the lead on." Idy was in the hands of a master, he was ready for her next round of sex before her breathing returned to normal. His right hand stood at the ready, fingers still curled tight around his thumb. The leading fingertips started to worm their way into Idy's hot sex box. Robert rolled his wrist about, rolling his first three fingers about. When Idy's pussy awakened her from her sexual overload, Robert plunged his hand in deeper, allowing his little finger to join the three digits already inside her pussy. By Robert's estimation, his four cupped fingers were still not stretching her pussy any more than his cock had. The lubrication of her pussy, increased and pussy lube ran down his fingers to his knuckles. Robert turned his attention once again to her clit, flicking the super sensitized flesh with the tip of his tongue. He coordinated his lip and wrist actions, easily milking a third orgasm from the now limp and damp-haired teen.

This time Idy whimpered a little as Robert started moving the fingers deep in her pussy. She weakly whispered, "Stop, please, give me time to get my breath."

"Shhh," Robert whispered back. "I haven't spurted inside you yet. Remember I promised that I wouldn't stop before I did just that."

"Ohhh, God!" she moaned limply. "You rat. You're trying to screw me to death."

Robert didn't make any verbal reply. Instead, he moved his questing lips to cover his slimy fingers, moving his tongue into her stretched out pussy as he withdrew the fingers. The elevated position of her body during his sloppy pussy eating had allowed cunt lube and saliva to dribble down from her cute little pussy to her even smaller ass grommet. Her virgin ass was the goal of his searching fingers. He started the slimy tip of his middle finger past her anal sphincter. It was easy going for one wet fingertip and her saturated asshole.

Idy jumped as his fingertip penetrated her ass. "Yesss, that feels good. Ohhh, that's nasty; you're fingering my butt."

Robert wriggled his fingertip in her ass and rolled his tongue around her pussy walls, increasing the stimulation. He was rewarded with an answering moan of appreciation and she attempted to move her hips back on his fingers. Robert responded by pushing harder and three fingers disappeared to the ends of their first joints past her slowly stretching ass grommet. His searching tongue kept moving excess pussy lube out of her pussy and pushing it down toward her asshole. Minute by minute, his fingers wormed their way deeper and deeper into the pink depths of her rectum.

Idy was delirious with passion. She was fully aware that she had just survived four gut wrenching orgasms. Three at the masterful hands of this sexual magician. Her breathing was ragged and she was unable to control her limbs. The searing sensations of his tongue and fingers were enough to make her go mad. "You, … you, … you gotta fuck me now. Please spurt in me so I can rest," she demanded. "Ohhh God!" she wailed as another orgasm hit like an avalanche.

Robert judged that she was pliable enough now for his last act in her little ploy to get sex from him. He eased her butt down to the rough stone floor and bent her knees back toward her ears. Only a teen athlete could flex easily the way he contorted her form. Robert set her knees down hard on the pavement beside her ears and set his throbbing cock at her pussy. The teen's tight pussy and swollen lips were perfectly aligned to swallow his twitching cock.

Even though Idy had just fucked him, she was unprepared for the massive cock which cleanly sliced its way inside her pussy. She felt him stop, pull out till she felt her pussy start to close around the departing head of his cock, and then he hammered in deep, thumping his pubic bone against hers. "Eiii," she shrieked in ecstasy. "Oh, fuck yes. Baby, drive that piston in me hard. Squirt. Squirt," she started to babble almost incoherently.

Just as her pussy started to clamp down in its hardest orgasm of the night, Robert pulled all the way out. His right hand quickly left her knee and flew down to grab his cockhead. He lined it up carefully and then leaned his two hundred-five pound slab of muscle onto his cock. She howled in agony below him as he speared half-way into her rectum on the first plunge. Then, he pulled out all the way and plunged back into her tight, buttery cunt. Five, six, seven, eight, nine, and ten strokes he made into her pussy before he pulled out again.

"You tricked, me! You tricked me!" she babbled in cramping pain as his huge dick battered three quarters of its nine-inch-length into her ass.

"No, little sexpot," Robert panted above her. "You wanted my cum inside you, and that's what you'll get." He stopped talking to concentrate on counting his deep, pistoning strokes into her pussy. On the count of ten, he once again grabbed his massive cockhead and leaned hard, driving his cock all nine inches up her asshole. Robert pulled out and lined up for the pussy again.

Idy tears were from pain, humiliation, and the overwhelming joy of the sexual stimulation of a lifetime. Her previous five orgasms had burned all her excess energy; she could only lie still while he fucked her body like a lifeless sex doll. "Fuck me!" she screamed. "Fuck me!"

It was too much for the equally overloaded Robert; his dick jumped and started to spurt its white load of creamy jism, first in her ass, and then in her pussy as he changed holes. The ripples of her orgasm were strongest in her ass, but were amazingly tight in her pussy as well.

Afterward, Robert snuggled up against the worn out teenage. Robert knew that most women never had six orgasms in a single day their whole lives, let along the gut-wrenching ones these were. "Idy Constance is one well fucked teen now," Robert whispered to his lover.

Idy murmured in agreement and pulled him tighter around her sweaty and gritty body.

--L--A--T--E--R--

Robert Morgan was a happy man. He was already well away from the Heath Estate. His cash earnings from the rescue mission had risen from 1.1 million dollars cash to an even 1.5 million dollars. Roland Heath had eagerly offered an additional four hundred thousand dollars to take full ownership of Mary Alice Sheridan for himself. Robert only charged Gene St. James one hundred twenty-five dollars to buy the first year's option on Jeanne Heath. Her lease contract guaranteed Gene first option for renting her during subsequent years at forty-five dollars a year. Knowledge of her inexpensive rental price had made her explode in climax while the men and Maddalena watched with amusement. Jeanne was fast becoming a most loved addition, only as a pet of course, with no control of her destiny. The business empire was now headed jointly by Roland Heath and Gene St. James as a team of two equal-footed members.

One last piece of joyous news brightened his day before Robert began the long trek home. Roland Heath proposed marriage to his long-time nurse, Maddalena Camillo. The thirty-six year old blonde passionately agreed to become the wife of the sixty-eight-year-old. She wasn't worried about their age difference. She knew that Roland viewed sex the same way a Billy Goat did; something that could be done all day long; it was a quality that had attracted her to him in the first place.

As Robert Morgan drove the freed teens toward home, Idy Constance gingerly moved about, wondering at the fact she was no longer a virgin. Her inflamed pussy and anus had been soothed with special cream that the huge breasted blonde nurse had applied to her after thoroughly douching her. She flushed in remembrance of the aftermath of her attempted rape of her rescuer. Like her friends before her, she had been blindfolded and led to a suite of rooms with the windows covered with heavy blinds. The only difference is that her hands had been bound behind her back and her first lover had refused her any underwear under the sheer dress he had given her. Sperm and her own juices had run freely down her thighs under the dress from her pussy and butt hole. Then, the blonde had made her kneel naked in the tub while she ran warm soapy water up her pussy and butt to flush out all traces of her rescuer. The pink-tinged runnels of soapy water gave testament that she had given up her virginity. "Well, it was worth it," she told Maddalena fiercely. "Besides, you know I'll stick to the agreed upon story; nobody would believe the truth."

All four teens had rehearsed their story. They had been getting into their van after the tennis match when a man and a woman had kidnapped them at gunpoint. In the kidnapper's van, they were tied up by the man while the woman drove. During the ride, the kidnapper had ripped off Idy's clothing, brutally raped her, and then sodomized the hysterical teen. The three friends would testify to witnessing both the brutal rape and the sodomy that followed. Then, while the woman was in a convenience store paying for gas and snacks, the girls had overpowered the man and chained him up securely. The woman had been nabbed as she got in the vehicle. Panicked, Loretta Cooper, the other seventeen-year-old, had quickly driven away to an interstate rest area. While they were dragging the male kidnapper out of the vehicle, the female had somehow gotten loose and driven away, leaving them alone with the kidnapper chained to a picnic table. Idy had freaked out and washed herself as best as she could in the rest area's bathrooms. Then the police had arrived.

Of course, all four teenagers knew that the story was pretty much a fabrication. Yes, they understood that the pretty blonde male was part of the kidnap plot. They also knew that instead of one woman, two were actually involved, and they were rolled up in two long sausage-shaped rolls behind the middle bench seat of the white utility van they were riding in. By unspoken agreement, nobody asked what the fate of their female kidnappers was to be. They were each satisfied by the full day of torment they were allowed to inflict upon the now helpless females.

Rafael Domatto was blissfully unaware of how complicated his life was to become. Lisa and Lori Heath already had a good idea of how the tables had been turned on their schemes of kidnapping and slavery. They were scared to death of facing the coming days.

Robert and the four teenagers were well satisfied with the outcome of their adventure. None of the kidnapped teens were the worse for wear. In fact, Idy had enough material for sexual daydreams to last her for years. She was certain she would never achieve so many mind-bending orgasms in one setting as she had during her first sexual experience. "Yes," they all agreed with a laugh, "life was fucking great!"

--- To Be Continued ---

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