0 comments/ 49816 views/ 6 favorites Words On a Page Ch. 01 By: AnnabelleandJay Nora Weldon was far from perfect. She was tall, well educated and the body of a Las Vegas showgirl. In undergraduate and grad school she had been called Barbie, out of jealousy or lust by the other women and men. Either way, it hurt. Because honestly speaking, that’s what she looked like and she knew it. Long legs and big tits, as she described herself. Even though she took more pride in her IQ than her bust size, she still had one serious shortcoming - she had terrible taste in men. Nora found herself in a fight on every date. The guys turned out to be jerks, as usual, and soon they ended up all over her, hands, mouths, everywhere. So, Nora Weldon compensated. She stopped dating altogether. She wore the ugliest, most unflattering clothes she could buy and worked hard at becoming a recluse. She stopped wearing makeup and stopped fixing her hair. She quit her job in marketing in New York City and took a job at a small college library just outside the city. There, after two years she was content to hide, content to live without men if she had to. Content to be a spinster. She hated that word, hated the idea, but every day when she looked in the mirror that’s what she saw. Not the traffic-stopping blonde who just twenty-four months ago broke hearts when she smiled. But today, she was resolved to keep her distance from the long line of losers who had embittered her heart against men. It was a Tuesday night and Nora was haunting some of the small New York City bookstores, those off the beaten path, in search of rare books that would occasional turn up in the small shops. Just outside of a tiny shop hidden on a side alley in Midtown, an old woman hunched over a tattered plastic crate of books. Before going into the shop, Nora stopped and glanced down at the crate. “Ho hum, nothing interesting, nothing …” she thought, but stopped when her eye caught an old, dark leather covered book on the edge of the crate. “Interesting that you should choose that book,” the old woman croaked. “The Erotic Fantasies of Catherine the Great, that one.” Nora looked at the book and the cover was bare, no title, no writing of any kind. Nora laughed out loud as she flipped open the pages. “They’re all blank. The pages, they’re all blank!” she said to the old woman. “This isn’t the journal of Catherine the Great. There’s nothing here, no fantasies here.” “Interesting,” the old woman said, now staring directly at Nora. The look sent chills through Nora’s body. “Interesting that you should choose this book. You know, I always say that books choose people, people don’t choose books.” The old woman seemed to be looking into her soul, Nora felt. Past the fake eyeglasses that she used as camouflage, past the colorless, oversized clothes, past the spinster facade, and straight into her soul. Nora started to put the book down. “Wait!” the old woman said, and grabbed Nora’s hand that was holding the book. The old woman’s grip was amazing, incredibly strong for an old street derelict. “There is a secret to this book. A secret that Catherine the Great discovered. And only a few other women since then. Would you like to know the secret?” Intrigued, Nora looked again at the book. It was certainly old enough to have belonged to Catherine the Great. Nora knew that at a glance. It wasn’t a reproduction, or if it was it was damn good. The book sat in her hand and, where just seconds ago she wanted to put it down and walk away, now she flipped open the blank pages again. “Okay, what the secret?” Nora said, curious now but still a note of cynicism in her voice. “Two hundred dollars,” the old woman said, holding out her open palm. “Ridiculous,” Nora said and bent to return the book. But she didn’t return the book. She held it, one second, two… her hand clenched around it as she straightened and looked again at the old woman. Or was it an old man? She looked again and couldn’t be sure. The wrinkles of age and the grime of the street shrouded any obvious gender. “Well, what the hell,” she thought to herself. It was most likely a fake, but who knew. It could be genuinely old and would be a great gift, a treasure. But that it may have belonged to Catherine the Great was preposterous. “Alright,” Nora said, pulling out her purse and fishing out the money. “I know it’s a fake, but what’s the secret of Catherine the Great’s journal of erotic fantasies?” “She could write in it only her most erotic, her darkest thoughts. Her forbidden fantasies. Nothing else. Nothing else would work. You’ll see,” the old woman said, pocketing the money.” “What does that mean?” asked Nora, confused by the cryptic response. “What do you want, Barbie?” What are your dark, erotic thoughts?” the old woman croaked. “How dare you!” Nora said, shaken to the quick at hearing the name that taunted her all her life. She stormed down the street and after she walked half a block, stopped. She was determined to get her money back. She would not be out two hundred dollars by some street-hustling crone. She turned and marched back down the alley to the tiny shop. When she got there, the street was empty and the small bookshop locked and dark. “Well, shit!” Nora said, and headed back to the main street, hoping to catch a cab home, and acknowledging the she would just write this one off as stupidity. Once home, she stared at the book sitting on the table bathed in the bright desk light. She knew it was worthless. An obvious replica of an old book, she reassured herself, and laughed. How could a smart city girl have been so stupid? She opened to the first page of the journal and decided to add insult to the injury that the book had done to her ego. She took out a fountain pen and on the first page wrote “Catherine the Great found her prince charming, fell in love and they lived happily ever after.” Nora laughed at her jottings. And, yes, while it was indeed a fantasy of hers, to find Mister Right, it was certainly neither dark nor erotic. She flipped the book closed and went to bed. That night, she had the most bizarre dreams she had ever experienced in her life. Rape, giant penises, sexual snakes wrapped around her naked body, dark shadowy figures chased her, and animals tore at her clothes. That was just the beginnings of the list of weird images that filled her dreams that night. When she awoke the next morning, she felt anything but refreshed. She was tired and cranky from a lack of sleep. Her wild dreams had filled her restless night and now she only wanted the day to be finished so she could come back home and get some rest. Now, as she headed out the door to work, Nora paused by the book and snarled, “Catherine the Great, my ass!” She flipped the book open to glance at the childish jottings she had penned last night. Instead of her inane scribbings about Prince Charming, there was a blank page. Nothing! No Prince Charming, no words, no writing of any kind on the page. It was just blank. She looked closely to see if there were signs where a page might have been torn out. Perhaps in the middle of the night, she got up and, still pissed about losing two hundred dollars, and tore the page out. But no, the pages were all perfect, all intact, and all blank. An endless day finally ended and Nora returned home from the library. All during the day she tried to rationalize the missing writing. Maybe the pen’s ink had faded. Perhaps she had only dreamt of writing in the book, among all of the other silliness she that had dreamt last night. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps… the fact was, there was nothing in the book. That evening after dinner, Nora sat at her desk staring at the blank first page. “Catherine’s dark erotic fantasies,” she thought to herself, her mind filling with the strange images from her dreams the previous night. “Well, what the fuck,” she muttered and decided to think about something that she hadn’t thought about in a long time. Men, flesh, sex, cocks, fucking – all things that she had decided she no longer needed, things that ruined her life before. She picked up her pen and began to write. “Catherine the Great awaits in the bedroom chamber as two of her servants enter. They begin their duties of cleaning and Catherine notices the enormous bulges in the trousers of her male servants. Soon the men are undressing her and fondling her breasts…” Nora continued to write about an episode in the life of Catherine the Great where she is taken by two well-endowed male servants and sexually entertains them both at the same time. Four pages of torrid, sexual details later, Nora put down her pen and closed the book. She was tired and she needed sleep. Fortunately, no wild sexual demons haunted her dreams that night and she slept soundly. In the morning, the first thing she did was open the book and check the first pages. There they were- the first four pages of the book covered with her erotic ramblings. “Well, at least I’m not losing my mind,” she thought as she closed the book. Obviously, the writing of the first night had never really happened. It was just another part of her crazy night’s dreams. She got ready to shower and she ran the water, she realized that it wasn’t draining out. Not only that, but the toilet was running, backing up and overflowing. The plumbing in her old house had gone out again, for the second time this month. She called Jake’s Plumbing first and then called work, letting them know that she wouldn’t be in, and sat down to wait. Two hours later, the two plumbers arrived and started to work. As she sat at the kitchen table sipping her coffee, she glanced over to the sprawled figure of the young man whose head was buried under her kitchen sink. These were two new guys working for her plumber. She hadn’t seen these two before and, unfortunately, she was too well acquainted with everyone at Jake’s Plumbing. As she looked at the jeans protruding from under her sink, her eyes seemed to gravitate towards the young man’s crotch. Damn, she thought, either that guy is carrying his lunchbox in his jeans or he is incredibly hung. Sure enough, the swell in the front of the plumber’s tight jeans formed an extraordinary lump. As he extracted himself from the sink, his blond hair and chiseled looks would have put him on the cover of any men’s fashion magazine. “Gotta’ go back up to the bathroom and see how Ricky’s doing up there,” he said, flashing a charming smile at her. Ricky was apparently the second plumber that she could now hear banging upstairs in her bathroom. She sipped her coffee and waited for some good news about when she could take her shower. Another hour passed with nothing from the plumbers, so she went upstairs for a progress report. There was Ricky lying on the bathroom floor next to the toilet with Jeff, the blonde, next to him. As she looked down at Ricky, a dark, curly-headed young man, she noticed something extraordinary. A giant bulge also dominated the front of Ricky’s jeans. She shook her head as if trying to refocus her eyes. Once again, she looked and, as before, Ricky appeared to be quite well endowed. That is, if the size of the bulge in his trousers was a true indication and not his laundry for the day, she thought. “Well, I think we got it, but we need to give it a test before we pack it up. If you want to take a shower, well test everything while you’re doing it,” Jeff said. “Well…” Nora said, pausing to think. “Well, sure. I’ll get my shower and you can make sure it’s working okay.” She would have agreed to anything to be able to get showered and cleaned up. They stepped outside and she pulled off the baggy pants and bulky sweatshirt, and the oversized shirt and finally climbed in the shower. She was about half way finished with her shower when she heard a slight tap at the door. “Er, excuse me, it’s Jeff. Would you mind if we checked for a second,” Jeff said loudly, over the running water. “Uh, well, no, I guess not,” said Nora. Jeff stuck his head in the door and said quickly, “Shit, Ricky get in here!” and soon both men were clanking around in the small, steam filled bathroom, while she stood naked, hiding in the shower. After a minute, the shower quit and the water stopped. “Sorry about that. Had to cut the water off or you end up with damage to the floor,” Jeff said. Nora stood in the waterless shower for several minutes and then spoke up from behind the shower curtain. “Excuse me, but could someone hand me my robe. It’s hanging on the door in the bedroom,” Nora asked “Sure. Certainly,” one of them said, but she couldn’t be sure which one. In a second, an arm holding her robe slid into the shower. She put it on and pulled the shower curtain back as she stepped out. As she stepped over the edge of the old tub, her robe opened slightly and her long, slender leg emerged between the robe’s gap. Both of the young men stared momentary at her sumptuous limb straddling the tub and Nora hurriedly stepped over and tugged her robe together. The two men looked at her, with her hair wet and her body still dripping, as if they had never met her earlier that morning. Surely the frump in the baggy pants and the three sweatshirts had to be someone else. The three stood motionless in the tiny bathroom and Nora, realizing the awkwardness, started to leave. She rushed forward, accidentally brushing her breast against Ricky, then jerked back to compensate and slipped on the wet floor. She fell against Jeff, her robe falling open and his hands now wrapped around her naked waist to hold her up. She wasn’t sure why, but when one of his hands cupped her naked breast, she didn’t object. Nor did she object when Ricky and Jeff helped her across the wet floor and into her bedroom, there removing her robe, as she stood between them. As Jeff’s mouth pressed against hers, she felt his hot tongue slide into her moth. She eagerly responded, and soon found herself fumbling at Jeff’s belt buckle. She could feel Ricky’s hands now caressing her naked ass, his mouth on the back of her neck as he pressed hard against her from behind. As Jeff’s trousers fell around his ankles, Nora gasped. His cock, not even fully erect yet, was huge. Over twelve inches long and breathtakingly wide- three inches across and still growing. His massive tool began to rise, growing harder and harder as Nora stared. She had to. She just had to. She had never seen a penis that large and now her hand instinctively reached down and wrapped around his enormous prick. It was now rock hard and so hot it seemed to burn her hand. Behind her, she could feel more heat, more hardened flesh as Ricky pressed his naked hips against her bare buttocks. She reached behind and – OH MY GOD! – she thought. Ricky was just as big as Jeff was. She found herself sandwiched between two feet of throbbing cock and didn’t know what to do. As it turned out, the choice was not left to her. Ricky pressed hard from behind and the three of them tumbled onto the bed with Nora still pinned in the middle. From under her, Jeff slid up and soon she found her lips wrapped around his monstrous erection. She didn’t know what to do with so much cock, so was content to just suck and kiss the massive, purple head. That seemed to please Jeff until after several moments he reached behind her head and pushed her open mouth deep around his iron-like cock. Nora instantly gagged, once, then again, as the giant pole slipped deep into the back of her mouth. It was then that Ricky slipped his strong arm under her waist and suddenly pulled, dragging her knees up under her and onto all fours on the bed. With little hesitation and certainly no foreplay to help her, she felt the massive knob of his hot cock pressing against her vaginal lips. Ricky’s cock pressed past her tender lips and wedged in her opening. The shock of this insertion forced her head up and dislodged the huge organ from her mouth as she howled in discomfort. “Oooooouuuuuuuu! Toooooo biggggg!” she yelled. “Easy back there, please,” she begged, but Ricky, now with his cock head inside the beautiful blonde cunt, was on fire and not to be denied. “Damn, Jeff! You won’t believe how tight this pussy is. She’s got a vise locked around my cock. Honey, when’s the last time you had a good fucking?” he said, tilting his hips back and preparing for his next thrust. Embarrassed to say that was, in fact, two years since she’d had sex, she paused. “It’s been a while… Eeeeeeeeeee!” just came out of her mouth, as Ricky drove forward and split her delicate pink lips with a terrible thrust. Then another came and another as Ricky was now pumping hard and deep. The pain was excruciating and terrifying as well. Nora had not known or ever even imagined that a cock could possibly go that deep inside her. She tried to speak, to ask him to wait a second so she could get used to his size, but Jeff’s giant prick refilled her mouth before she could utter a sound. Ricky was on her hard now, dog fashion, as he pounded into her from behind. The initial shock seemed to ease and her vaginal tissue amazingly seemed to stretch and accommodate the gigantic cock buried inside her. Her body shook as each powerful thrust from Ricky’s hips slammed into her, his huge prick sliding in deeper and deeper. And with each slam from behind, her head jolted forward and down onto Jeff’s massive meat stuffed in her mouth and down her throat. No, the pain was no longer from Ricky. In fact, she was beginning to actually enjoy the massive cock inside her. She had never imagined the sensation of being so filled with a cock like that in her, the fuck of a lifetime. No, the pain was now in her jaw. Her mouth ached from sucking on the pole of taut flesh that spread her lips and rocketed past her jaw with the consistency of a piston engine. She didn’t know how much more she could take when she felt Ricky’s powerful fingers dig into her tender ass flesh. Then she felt it. Deep inside her womb, a flood of hot molten semen unleashed inside her. Unknowingly and out of basic reproductive instinct, Nora arched her back and raised her ass, tilting to give him the deepest possible penetration. Ricky clutched her fiercely, as surge after surge spilled inside her. Then, suddenly he pulled out and the sweat on her back now felt a chill as the hose-limp cock slid out of her. “Aaaahhhhhh,” she whimpered, feeling the emptiness in her, where just seconds ago was lodged over a foot of pleasure. She exhaled and the air seemed to rush from her cunt as her tender vaginal folds sagged back together. Nora wanted a moment. She wanted a moment to look at Ricky, to kiss him, to share the flush of sexual euphoria that was settling over her. But instead, she looked back to see him bounce up and off of the bed. He ducked out of the bedroom, his long flaccid cock slapping against his thighs as he moved. She looked to Jeff and he was now positioning himself under her hips. Without a word, Jeff grabbed her waist, lifted her in the air. As she came down, she felt his rigid shaft slide into her. There was no pain this time, and the wet tissues of her cunt eagerly greeted the gigantic invader. She remembered this feeling. She loved this position, straddling a man’s hips, riding on top as she would push and pull, controlling the man’s shaft as he slid in and out. And now, as his hands massaged her sensitive, pendulous breast dangling above this stranger, Nora began to feel those stirring from days gone by. He rolled her hard, protruding nipples between his fingers as he made love to her breasts, to her body, to her. She could feel his enormous cock sliding easily in and out of her now. She responded, forcing her hips down, pushing her swollen clit down into his coarse pubic hair, down hard against his pelvic bone. She ground down harder, with more and more friction as her clit burned, grinding hard against this gorgeous man with an unbelievable cock. Words On a Page Ch. 01 She hadn’t wanted to come. She wanted to come when he did, at the same time, the surf-crashing crescendo of movies and soft-core romance novels. But she couldn’t help it. Her body, not her heart, said it was time and she threw her head back, gasping for air as she shook and twitched. Her muscles contracted, then released, then grabbed again as if a live electrical wire had touched her. It was so wonderful. Her shoulders started to shake as she tried to catch her breath, her large breasts heaving up and down. Then, suspended in lust, she felt her body moving again. Jeff began to rock his hips against her. He was now controlling the rhythm, as his still rigid cock slid slowly inside her, her tunnel now dripping from Ricky’s cum and her own sexual juices. She bent forward and kissed him deeply on the mouth, her tongue sliding in, probing and pushing, just as his cock was doing to her. “Ready?” she heard from behind her as Ricky reentered the room. “You bet,” said Jeff, pulling his mouth away and suddenly wrapping his powerful arms around Nora, pulling her close to him, crushing her large breasts flat against his muscular chest. She felt the weight on the foot of the bed as Ricky climbed back in and moved behind her. Confused, she wriggled to and fro to see what was going on. She couldn’t see anything and all it accomplished was to push Jeff’s rigid organ even deeper into her cunt. Then Ricky’s cold, slippery finger poked at her backside. Then again, as his hand slipped easily between her ass cheeks. Pressure on the tiny bud of her anus told her that something was about to happen. But before she could say anything, she felt one of Ricky’s fingers push against her rubbery opening. She tried to tighten, clenching to keep him out, but his cold finger slid easily in. “I don’t …. I’ve never done….” was all Nora could get out, as Jeff, now seeming to be squeezing the air out of her by holding her so tight, said, “Relax, you’ll love it. If there was ever a body made for this, it’s yours.” “No, no. I really don’t do this! I… Aaaaoooooooo!” Nora squealed, as Ricky slipped a second finger into her rectum and began rubbing them around. She could feel her sphincter muscles yielding, loosening to his touch as his fingers sank deeper into her exposed backside. “Please, I think we should…” she gasped with the little air she had in her lungs. Then, as she felt Jeff’s arms loosen and air rush in, she felt a searing pain as Ricky pushed his enormous cockhead into her ass. “OOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” she shrieked, her eyes filling with bright red stars as Ricky pushed again, her ass feeling like it was being ripped apart as the throbbing pole wedged deeper and finally stopped. “Oh thank God! He’s stopped, and it’s over,” she thought. All was still for a brief second, then a good feeling returned to her, the one she wanted. Jeff’s cock was moving again inside her vagina as he began slowly thrusting again. The cock in her ass now inert and momentarily forgotten. Jeff pumped a little harder and she wanted to, yes, really wanted to respond. And so she did. Nora moved her hips to match his stroke. As she did, she soon realized that with each thrust of her hips, the massive organ lodged in her ass was sinking in a little deeper. But Jeff was too much to resist, so handsome, so hard, so big, so hot. She could feel that he sensed it from her - her love, her warmth. And so Nora pushed back, grinding and working the sweet penis her vagina, hoping to make him come. And with each tilt and thrust of her hips, Nora could also feel Ricky’s cock working it’s way deep into her bowels. Oh, he was so deep already, how much deeper could he go – how much of the thick member could she take, she wondered? Jeff pulled her down against him again and kissed her deeply, moving again with long deep thrusts. And now Ricky was matching him, pushing deep into her ass at the exact same moment Jeff drove into her cunt. She was losing her mind, she knew she was. Soon both of them had her sliding along the full lengths of their shafts, their long glistening cocks working almost completely out of her holes, then plunging deep back inside her. Several times, Ricky’s huge organ popped out of her stretched and dilated asshole. She could feel him gone and then, wham, he was refilling her ass again with his burning tool. Nora was now beyond any thought or concern about what she was doing. Two massive cocks had her skewered, both her holes filled with slippery ecstasy and she was pumping with all her might. It was going to happen – she was going to come again. She knew it. The feeling of the two gigantic picks simultaneously sliding against each other inside her, separated by the thinnest of tissues, was something she never wanted to end. She wanted to fuck these two men forever and she would come and come, pleasing both of them. In the distant recesses of her mind, Nora heard Ricky say, “I got it, I got it!” his voice clenched and grunting. Then Jeff with, “Yeah… yeah… me too,” between the groans. They were going to come and she was going to miss it. “Noooo, Nooo!! Me too!” she screamed, and began bucking like a wild woman, urging her body on as the large stiff cocks scorched her insides from her now frantic pounding. Then she felt Ricky tighten and a massive flood of hot cum unleashed into her bowels. And instantly, Jeff exploded as if he too could feel the heat of Ricky’s eruption. Her tender insides were bathed in steaming cream as she felt Jeff’s huge cock pulse and spurt, over and over, flooding her vagina. The searing fluids being pumped deep within her pushed her over the edge. She screamed and grabbed Jeff’s chest in her clinched fingers, tugging and pulling to hold on, to hold them both in her as she bucked and tossed. And then, stillness, a quiet silence as she collapsed on top of Jeff’s chest, their three sweating bodies piled together as Ricky’s head rested on her sweat covered back. She groaned loudly as Ricky withdrew his spent cock from her rectum “I’m going to pay for that tomorrow,” she thought to herself, as his prick slipped out of her asshole with a loud “pop.” Then Jeff, his long slippery penis inching it’s way out of her and each move triggered a small shudder inside her, a tiny reminder from her vagina about how magnificent an orgasm was. She lay quietly on the bed as the two men dressed, and left the house, but not before Jeff leaned over and gave her a deep, passionate kiss. “See ya soon,” he said, and gently smacked her on her naked rump. “Oh yeah,” she thought to herself, as she heard the door downstairs shut. “I would love to see you again,” thinking that maybe her luck with picking rotten men had just changed. She’d found Mister Right at last. As she stood up, her wobbly legs shaking and her body covered with the men’s sticky fluid, she thought to herself, “I sure hope they finished fixing the shower.” End of Part One Words On a Page Ch. 02 Nora Weldon couldn’t have been more right about paying a price the next day. She could hardly walk or sit from the incredible sexual bout with the two plumbers yesterday. As she gently shifted her sore rear in the chair at the breakfast table, she stared at the pages of the old journal, rereading the pages she had written. “It all happened just like I wrote,” she thought as the read her fictionalized account of Catherine the Great. As she read, she could hardly believe her eyes. There it was - the enormously hung servants, the undressing, fondling, lovemaking, and right down to the double fucking. The erotic fantasy that she had written had just come true! Bewildered, she painfully made her way to work. When she came home that night, she reread the pages she had written earlier. Just to check, she thought. Maybe she had misinterpreted her story. But, no, there it was, just as she had written it and pretty much as it happened to her. “Can’t be,” she thought. “It’s a freaky coincidence.” She took out her pen and began furiously writing, determined to prove the silliness of the whole thing. “Catherine is approached by a handsome envoy. He finds her beauty irresistible and soon they are in bed.” The story went on for eight pages. Eight pages filled with passionate, forbidden love, and an explicit lovemaking session where Catherine rides the man through multiple orgasms. Recapping the pen, Nora closed the book and went to bed, sure now that this test would dispel any silly notions she had. On the other hand, if it were true, she could look forward to a romantic adventure, hopefully again with Mister Right, Jeff. That night strange dreams once again destroyed her peace. Wild dreams filled her head, women bound and tortured, unearthly creatures humiliating her as they stripped and poked her, dark savages eating her flesh as they ravaged her. Nora awoke with a start, covered in a cold, clammy sweat, and looked at the clock. It was four o’clock in the morning and she lay in bed, tossing and shaking, unable to go back to sleep. Finally, she gave up and started her day, with little sleep from the night before. Her morning cup of coffee in front of her, she opened the journal to review what she had written the night before. Empty pages stared back at her. The eight pages of the blissful, romantic love of Catherine the Great was not there. The only writing in the book was her earlier story about the threesome with the male servants. After that, only blank pages followed. Stunned and confused, she headed into the city and the library and to work. That evening, Nora sat in front of the opened book, stared at the blank page in front of her and waited. What should she write? Should she write anything at all? And if she didn’t write, would she have more of the horrible dreams? And so she sat and stared at the book, until finally she closed her eyes and let her mind wander, first on the horrific images of her dreams and then roaming deep into her own erotic fantasies. Soon she was writing at a furious pace. “At a splendid court ball, Catherine arrives wearing a gown that shocked all there. Her breasts are fully exposed and the front of the gown is open revealing her sex to all of the men of the court.” Nora went on for only two pages, but they were two dark pages telling of Catherine the Great exposing herself and humiliating herself at a court ball, demanding the Lords please her orally and genitally at her whim. She closed the book, noticing that the damp crotch of her panties signaled that there were some really hot and erotic ideas spilling out of her head and onto the page. She laughed, “Let’s see how the book likes that!” as she turned out the light and went to sleep. And sleep she did! Soundly and restfully, Nora slept like a rock and didn’t wake up until the phone rang, well after 9 am. It was Saturday and fortunately she didn’t have to go to work. Jeff’s voice came over the phone and Nora beamed with pleasure. She was desperately hoping that he would call her and ask her out. Just checking on the plumbing, he said. And that the bill was ready and not to be shocked by the amount. “$2,300?” Nora said, outraged. “I can’t pay that. I don’t have that much just lying around.” Well, he suggested over the phone, how about them getting together tonight and they would talk about it and see what they could come up with. The smile came back to her face. He was asking her out on a date and this was his way of doing it. “How cute,” she thought. She instantly agreed. She spent the rest of the day shopping for a new outfit and getting her hair done. She had looked in her closet and realized that nothing in there was suitable. So off she went, buying several new and attractive outfits, revealing more of the old her than she thought she ever would show again. The hair stylist shook her head with dismay but after three difficult hours, Nora’s stunning blonde hair was back and superbly styled. “Gorgeous,” she said looking at herself in the mirror, something that she hadn’t thought about herself in a very long time. The doorbell rang and she bounded over and threw open the door, only to be met with shock and dismay. There stood Jeff, with Ricky accompanying him. “Damn,” she thought, as the three of them headed out for an evening on the town. They hit two clubs and she had a good time, drinking and dancing with both of them. They drank and laughed and chatted. But it certainly wasn’t the romantic tete-a-tete that Nora had envisioned between Jeff and herself. They all had a few more drinks and were pretty well lit when the guys said they had one more club to visit before they called it an evening. Off they went arriving at a very rough part of the city and in front of a strip club, the bright marquee lights proclaiming “Amateur Night.” Reluctantly, she followed them inside, since the only other option they gave her was to walk home. She would have gotten only a half a block before she was mugged and she knew it. Inside, they had a few more drinks as the loud music and raucous male crowd got geared up for Amateur Night to start. At the table, Jeff and Ricky announced that $2,300 was the amount due and that they had already talked to Jake about seizing her wages or possibly a lien on the house. Nora was stunned. She thought it had been a joke, a ploy to go out with her. Confused, Nora said that she would have to take out a loan and that would take time. Time, the men both agreed, was something that she didn’t have. “There is, however, another way,” said Jeff, his speech thick with booze. “There’s a $1,000 prize for Amateur Night. If ya’ win that, we could maybe let the other $1,300 slide. After one more time in the sack with both of us, that is.” The two men sat and leered at her, waiting for her answer. Nora was shocked. She was drunk, her head hurt and she was in the middle of a strip club being told that her house was going to be seized. She frantically began to reason with them. “Look, I couldn’t strip if I wanted to. And if I could, I sure as hell couldn’t win anything, much less $1,000,” she said, her own speech as slurred as Jeff’s. “Bullshit,” said Ricky. “With that body of yours, you’ll win easily. Look at the skank’s you’re going up against.” Nora looked around the room and had to admit it was a pretty unattractive group of women – hookers, trailer trash, and a handful of big-breasted coeds lined up against the walls waiting for the contest to start. Before she could speak, Jeff pushed a small plastic shopping bag into her hand. “We bought ya a little outfit. You’ll be great,” Jeff said, as he jammed the bag into her hand, pulled her out of the chair and sent her off to join the other women in the dressing room. Nora staggered slightly to the dressing room and found an empty corner both to lean against and to change her clothes. She pulled a flimsy red dress out of the bag, red stockings, red shoes and the tiniest sheer, red g-string she could have ever imagined. She put the cheap outfit on as the other contestants began. She was the last one entered, and thus the last to dance. “Well, shit!” she said to herself looking at her reflection in the filthy dressing room mirror. She realized her only hope was to dance well enough to win the money, pay the bill and vow never to have anything to do with men again. She opened her purse, put on some heavy, dark eye shadow and a ton of lipstick and waited her turn. The fact that she was beginning to sober up was bad. But what made things worse, was that the whooping and hollering from the men for two of the other women was pretty wild. If she lost, she really would be screwed, in more ways than one, she thought. Just then, an unshaved old man stuck his head in and said, “You’re up, honey!” The music blared as she walked into the middle of the stage, the lights blinding her at first. Nora closed her eyes and began to dance, slowly undulating her body. The men were loud, but not overly impressed by her, she could tell. So she began to rub one of her breasts with one hand. The response was automatic. The men stomped and yelled as she massaged her D cup breast, pushing it up and around under the thin, cheap fabric of the red dress. “Wow,” she thought, that woke em up!” Encouraged, she slid a long finger between her dark red lips, got it good and wet and began rubbing it on top of her harden nipple, which jutted wildly out under the filmy fabric. The men loved it as she then toyed with both of her erect nipples, finally giving them what they wanted to see. She reached over and unhooked the side snap on the dress, pulled it open and tossed it aside. The men in the club went crazy, yelling, cheering and throwing money at her. Money? She looked to be sure. Sure enough, the stage was littered with bills, $1 and$5 bills, at her feet. She jiggled her large breast a couple of times and another wave of currency flooded toward the stage, as the cheers and shouts heightened. She couldn’t believe it. Not only did they like her, they were willing to pay to see more. A large smile broke out on Nora’s face as she danced down to the front edge of the stage, turned her back to the crowd and bent over, sticking her shapely ass in their direction. She rubbed one breast as she began to really enjoy the crowd response. She touched her tits and they went crazy. She rubbed her buttocks and they screamed for more. The power, the raw lust she felt from the crowd was hypnotic. The more they wanted, the more she gave them, touching and caressing her long slender body as they screamed and threw money. The floor was now covered in green, as she was swept away with the aura of pure animal passion that she was evoking. She slipped her hand down between her legs and began to stroke the saturated front of the flimsy g-string. God, she thought, she was so damp it felt like she had cum. Her swollen cunt lips stuck out and filled the tiny red fabric v as her pink inner lips pressed and spread against the sheer cloth. They went screaming, crazy, a wild mob in front of her eyes. It was like a narcotic, the more adulation she got, the more she wanted. She grabbed the tiny elastic waistband of the sheer g-sting covering her crotch and tugged, ripping it completely off of her body. Now clad only in the red stocking and heels, Nora dipped a finger into her burning slit, pulled it out and offered it to the crowd. Near anarchy was reigning in the club. In front of the hundred or so men present, she manipulated her dripping labial folds as she masturbated for them, giving first the guys in the center a good look, then the ones on the right, and finally the one on the left. Money showered down on the stage like confetti, as Nora bumped and ground her pussy with her hand to the pounding rhythm of the music. Faster and faster she moved, thrusting her hips and cunt out to the rabid men in the crowd. Suddenly, a young guy from the front row crawled up onto the stage and lay at her feet looking directly into her spread slit. He unzipped his pants and began stroking his sizeable erection. The crown screamed and urged her on. Nora looked down at her feet, stepped over and straddled the young man. She did five or six deep squats over his cock, each time dipping herself firmly down onto him and taking him inside her. Well, that was all anyone could stand. Nora was given the $1,000 prize money and promptly removed from the stage and hustled, naked, out the door with Jeff and Ricky. The crowd inside the place began tearing it apart. Jeff and Ricky drove Nora home, pulled in front of her house and then both men crawled into the back seat with her. First Jeff fucked her, then Ricky and then Jeff again, and then both at one time. When they had finished and were unable to get their huge cocks to respond to another round, they opened the door, pushed Nora out and into her front yard, and drove away. Naked, wearing only the tattered red stockings, Nora staggered into her house. The bastards had also taken all of the money. Words On a Page Ch. 03 Sunday was hell for Nora. The hangover and the devastating reaming that Ricky and Jeff had given her in the car hurt beyond belief. Her vagina was chaffed and red, and the two had so stretched her that she was sure she would never recover. As she stared at the black leather book in front of her, she was sure of one thing. No matter if and how the book had changed her sex life over the past week, one thing had not changed. She still had terrible taste in men. If there were a loser within a thousand miles, she'd find him, that much was certain. She opened the book and perused the two-page story she had written earlier. It all seemed to be there. Catherine parading naked in front of everybody, the exhibitionism, public sex acts, every bit of it was there, just as she had written it and just as it had happened to her. She convinced herself that it was pure coincidence. Or perhaps a series of self-fulfilling acts that she plays out once she wrote a story. However, in the back of her mind, Nora couldn't really be sure. Could there be something to the old woman's tale about the book belonging to Catherine the Great? That it was a creator of the forbidden sexual fantasies of whomever owns the book? She wasn't sure, but she shut the book and decided never to write in it again. Or at least until she could figured out if the book had anything to do with what was happening to her. Sunday night, Nora's dreams were worse than ever. The pounding music of the strip club filled her sleep. Visions, images, and specters flooded her mind as she slept. Huge breasts smothered her, hairy beasts chased her and darkened torturers tore at her body with searing metal tongs. A creature with long tentacles held her and raped her with one of its slimy limbs. Twice she woke up screaming and, finally when she knew that she dared not go back to bed, she sat by the phone waiting for the start of the workday. At 9 am, her fury from Saturday night had returned as she called Jake's plumbing. She was going to have them all locked up - Ricky, Jeff and Jake. She shouted at Jake for a minute or so, listened for several more minutes and hung up the phone. The color left her face. There was no Ricky or Jeff working at Jake's. Never has been. Jake had heard of some guys in the area posing as plumbers to rip people off, and even hurt one young woman, but about these two men he knew nothing. Nora sat at the table and shook her head. The book had nothing to do with the events of the past week. There were a couple of perverts running around taking advantage of women because of their big dicks and good looks and that was it. End of story. At least it solved one mystery. The book was a harmless fraud that a street peddler had sold to her. That evening, Nora laughed at herself for even considering that there was some sort of spell a book could cast to get someone to live out their sexual fantasies. And she was going to prove it. She sat down, uncapped her pen and opened the book to the next blank page. She unbuttoned her blouse and scooped a generous breast out of the new underwire bra she had bought to look good for the two sleazoids, Jeff and Ricky. She began to write. This one would be a doozey, she thought to herself, gently fondling her breast, and tugging on a nipple that soon responded to her touch and her thoughts. "Catherine the Great is in her palace when a group of rebellious soldiers storm in and hold her hostage. They strip her naked and tie her to the throne. There they begin to torture her before beginning the real fun. First…" Nora wrote furiously as the scene unfolded in her mind. Insurgent solders torturing and gang-raping Catherine the Great. Being held hostage, Nora depicted Catherine in horrendous duress as the men ravaged her body, sexually leaving no act undone. Urination, bondage, humiliation, mutilation were part of the tale Nora whipped together. As she wrote, her free hand moved from her rock hard nipple and slipped down between her slender legs. She began to masturbate, vigorously working her fingers in and out of her aroused slit as she wrote. Once, she had to stop writing briefly to pay full attention to an orgasm that swept her away. Feverishly, Nora rubbed her swollen and protruding clit as she envisioned Catherine the Great being held for ransom and abused as she awaited rescue. The tale spun on, finally ending after fourteen crowded pages. Exhausted, Nora closed the book and went upstairs, hoping the devils of last night's dreams were exorcised or at least appeased by her masturbation. She smiled. She had enjoyed it, masturbating. She enjoyed the sexy new clothes she bought, even if it was for a scumbag. And as she drifted off, Nora decided that she wanted to join the race again, to be her beautiful, sexy self again. Certainly, no more a spinster. It had been three days since Nora last wrote in the book. That had been her wonderful tale of the torture and rape of Catherine the Great, held hostage by a band of rebels. She was quite pleased with her story and her writing skills, plus the story was so outrageously wicked. Since then, there were no dreams, no nightmares and certainly no erotic episodes in her life. Today, she had called Seth, an old friend at the ad agency she had work at two years ago and asked him out for drinks. He had chased her around countless times. So now, maybe, she felt like getting caught. He was moderately good looking and financially well off, two good pluses in his favor. It was a definite "yes" from Seth and they would meet downtown for drinks tonight. She really outdid herself that evening. The skirt of the new black business suit she wore came to down below her knees. But it was skin tight and slit up to forever, easily revealing her long, shapely legs and showing off her curved hips and rounded butt. She wore a black lace garterbelt and seamed black stockings. She was sure that would catch Seth's eye when she casually crossed and uncrossed her legs during drinks. She decided against wearing a blouse under the jacket and wore only a black lace push up bra. She knew she had great boobs and with that bra, it was cleavage heaven. Her full D cup breasts were pushed high and pressed together, forming a sensual valley in front. Something nice for him to look at, she thought. Panties or no panties she thought, as she looked at her choices resting in her hand. She could go pantyless? Maybe the black thong, she thought, and she pulled it on. Nope, it created a funny bulge in the back of the tight fitting skirt. Or how about the black, sheer g-string, and she dangled it up in the air? No, she decided and pulled on a pair of black, satin crotchless panties that were absolutely sheer. If Seth got that far tonight, those would certainly reward him, Nora thought, and headed out the door. She jumped in her car and city traffic was pleasantly light, rush hour already done. She stopped for a traffic light and a blur filled the right side of her car. A black male, toothless in the front of his mouth, was in the seat next to her, a huge automatic pistol pointed at her head. "Drive, bitch!" he yelled, his words hissing from the toothless gap. She did as she was told. Speeding right, then left, left again and on and on through a maze of warehouses, burned-out buildings, and abandoned houses, she drove. She did as she was ordered. She was being carjacked and she knew it. "Please…" she begged, but he screamed back and pressed the gun against her right breast. "Thut up, bitch!" he yelled, "or I'll thoot yo thits off!" She shut up as told and drove. She went as fast as she could, hoping that a police car, or someone, anyone would see them. But nothing. The area was a deserted with no cars in sight. "Turn, turn here!" the carjacker yelled and she followed the direction of the pointed gun into a huge, abandoned warehouse. As soon as she stopped the car, two more black men drug her from the car and pinned her arms behind her back. Instantly, duct tape was around her wrists and over her mouth. As she struggled, one man hit her hard on the side of the head with his hand. "Move again, bitch, and I'll kill you. You understand?" the man said. Nora nodded, terrified at what she saw. A crowd of faces surrounded her, black faces, hard faces. "I don't want to kill you, you don't want to die," the obvious leader said. "We're not killers and we're not thieves. We're getting money to fight for our freedom from rich white people like you. We take your car, your money, credit cards and anything else you got. You stay here for a couple of days. We finish doin' our business and we're gone. You go home and say nothing. If you're real nice, you'll have a good time while you're here. But if you fuck up, you're one dead white bitch. Got it?" Nora nodded slowly, her head sagging in fear. The leader grabber her by her hair and jerked her face up toward his. "You look at me when I talk, bitch, understand?" the leader said, jerking her head from side to side with the handful of blonde hair. Nora nodded again. "You call me Mister A." Again, a nod of compliance. "Now let's see what we got here," he said, releasing her hair and lowering his hand to the buttons on her jacket. With her arms pinned behind hers, Nora's large breasts jutted out in front of her, making her feel even more vulnerable. "Damn, you got a fine body for a white girl," Mister A said, steadily unfastening one button and then another on her jacket. The front of her coat fell apart and she seemed to jump out of the opening, her lace cover tits surging forward. "Nice phat titties," came a voice in the crowd, followed by a wave of snickers. Mister A undid the button at the waist of Nora's tight skirt and roughly tugged it down over her rounded hips and buttocks. The tight fit of the skirt offered resistance and she heard the fabric tear as the skirt fell away. "My, my, my! We got us a naughty white girl here," Mister A said, reaching out and slipping his fingers in the front gap of her crotchless panties. Her body recoiled away as his fingers tried to force their way between her legs. "Open your legs bitch," he said and hit her on the side of her head with his fist. "Didn't you understand what I said. If you're nice this will be fun." Nora nodded again. Still staggering from the blow, Nora tilted slowly and spread her legs apart. He pushed is fingers back inside her, working them in and out until he seemed satisfied with the result. Mister A stepped back and a large shining blade sprung open from a knife in his other hand. He reached over and slid the blade up from her trembling stomach to her chest and in one swift motion slit the front of the black lace bra open. Her massive tits spilled out and the crown of men voiced approval. "Yes, sir, you a fine lookin' white girl. You ever had any black cock?" Mister A asked, admiring her fleshy tits as they bounced and jiggled under his touch. Nora shook her head from side to side. Again, the group reacted. "Fine lookin' white girl like you and you never been blacked? Well that's about to change," he said with a laugh. Mister A took her by the arm and walked her over to the middle of the warehouse. Several old mattresses when scattered around on the concrete floor. She saw the blade flash and felt the tape around her wrists give way. Mister A shoved her down on the mattress and said, "On your back, bitch!" Nora lay flat on her back, giving up hope that they was any way to avoid this or that any last minute rescue was at hand. Miser A dropped is trousers and Nora gasped. Larger even than Jeff or Ricky, Mister A's cock dangled halfway down his thigh, and was midnight black, twice as black as his other skin. He knelt between her spread thighs and, while he gently stroked himself to bring his erection up, he called out, "Raf, get over her and hold this bitches ankles." A muscular black in a grease covered tank top walked over to where she lay, grabbed Nora ankles and walked to her head, doubling her over and lifting her legs up. This left her cunt pointing straight up to the ceiling. Mister A reached forward and grabbed a corner of the silver duct tape on Nora's mouth and gave a hard tug, ripping the tape free. "Owwwwww!" she screamed. "Raff you feel free to get you some of that," and then Mister A said to Nora, "You can scream if you want. Won't nobody hear it." All this while he was stroking his enormous prick, now fully angry and well over fifteen inches in length. Flat on her back with her ankles pulled up beside her head, Nora looked straight up to see another large cock, that of Raff, descending toward her face as he kneeled by her head. While he held her ankles apart, Raff thrust his erect cock down and into her face, his hot member pressing hard up against her closed mouth. He pushed again and still Nora pressed her lips tightly together. She heard a whistle in the air and her uplifted backside exploded with pain. She raised her head off of the mattress just enough to see Mister A holding the belt from his trousers. Again, his belt flew and the pain seared her upturned buttocks. She dropped her head back to the mattress and opened her mouth. Raff plunged his cock in. He pumped several times and Nora could feel and smell his scrotum as it bounced against her nose with each thrust. She felt Raff's grip on her ankles tighten and her legs being pulled higher. She knew what was coming. Nora felt the massive black monster push against her inner vaginal lips, then enter her and start the long slide in. Deeper and deeper, Mister A's cock plunged on its first long thrust in. A thrust that Nora thought would never end. She could feel the end of his huge cock plowing deep inside her, pushing soft tender flesh aside and driving ahead. Mister A paused at the end of his entering thrust. "Yes sir, blonde bitch, you about to be blacked for good. You won't ever be satisfied with nothin' else," Mister A said from his position on his knees between her legs, and he began a series of long slow thrusts driving deep into the innermost of her body. "Mmmmmmmmm," Nora groaned, her mouth crammed full with Raff's cock, as he raised and lowered himself onto her face. "Muuuuuuuuummmmmm" she muttered, as Mister A's long, massive cock seemed to be tearing her apart inside, splitting her tender womb in two. But his steady, methodical plundering of her cunt continued. Soon despite everything she did to avoid it, she felt her body responding to the giant black invader. "Uuuuuuuuuummmm," she began to moan, as her aroused body yeilded to the pleasure she was receiving. Unable to thrust back because she was being held up, she twisted her hips from side to side. This forced his enormous prick to vary from its center path and push against the sides of her vaginal walls, a new and wonderful sensation. Mister T obviously saw the effect of this motion on Nora. He wrapped a hand around his stiff shaft, and on every thrust into her, would steer his cock in a different direction. She felt like she was going to explode. The huge head of his prick first pushed against one wall and then other, then up, and then down spreading his powerful thrusts all over the inside of her body. She couldn't stand it any longer. Her abdomen tightened and her stomach knotted, as she sucked madly at the cock in her mouth, her head bounced wildly up and down on the mattress. Then, her body erupted as she began shaking and twitching. Just as she was in the deepest throes of her orgasm, Mister A roughly withdrew his cock from inside her. Oh, how she wanted that giant cock in her while she was coming, she thought! But it was gone. Her disappointment instantly changed to terror. While she was twisting and jerking in mid-climax, she felt his cock again. But it was different, it was wrong. "MMMMMMMMMMMM!" she groaned as Mister A pushed his enormous dick hard against her puckered anus and pushed, smashing past her resisting ring and deep into her ass. "MMMMMMMM! MMMMMMMM!" she wailed, but only muffled grunts came out as the giant cock destroyed her backside. With the same methodical pumping as before, Mister A reamed her vulnerable backside in long deep plunges. He seemed to be able to fuck endlessly, Nora thought at one point. This was well after Raff had pumped what felt like a gallon of hot cum down her throat. But Mister A was a fucking machine, never tiring, never cumming and never stopping. "Oh, No!" she thought, as the cock continued it's assault on her rectum. "I'm going to come again! I'm going to come from being fucked in the ass," she thought and began to groan aloud. "Oh yes do it! Please fuck my ass. Fuck me with that big black cock!" she yelled. Her wailing increased as her orgasm grew near. "Fuck me! Yes! Fuck my hot ass!" she screamed, her body beginning to contract again, muscles clenching as the orgasm hit her with another wave of pleasure. Just as she was high on the crest of her ecstasy, Mister A did it again. He quickly jerked his enormous cock out of her steaming rectum and left her high and dry in the midst of her climax. She was literally quivering, as her body overloaded. Then she felt him again, driving deep in to her cunt again. "Ahhhhhhhhh," she moaned, ready to now finish the blissful downward slide of her orgasm with a giant fat cock stuffed in her aching pussy. But no, Mister A pulled out and plunged in again, but his cock was back into her asshole. "Oh my God!" she thought, as the man began to methodically plunge first into one hole and then another, alternating the destination of his long deep thrusts. Nora had no sooner come down from her second orgasm, then she started another. Her tormentor plowed hard into one hole, then withdrew, his enormous organ then pounding into one hole then another was as she was split wide apart, only to be emptied again. The speed of his powerful thrusts began to increase, faster and faster. Soon he growled fiercely and was madly pumping his semen into one hole and then another "YES! YESSSSSSSSS!" Nora screamed and she came again. She felt his liquid fire spurt inside her cunt, then inside her ass and all over her tender flesh. His wide eyes rolled back in his head as his thick juices sprayed everywhere. He tried to aim at either of her two holes. Her asshole was now so dilated and stretched that it appeared as huge a target as her cunt. Soon the pounding ceased and he stood up, looking down on the sweating beauty. "You so fuckin' beautiful, you look like a damn Barbie doll. You one hell of a fuck, honey." Then he turned to the aroused crowd and said, "Okay, boys she all yours," Mister A said "Nooooooooo!" she shrieked, but the sound was lost in the frenzy to be next into the beautiful blonde bitch. Nora felt a thick cock drive into her dripping cunt, another plunge into her mouth and the insanity began. She wasn't sure how many men she had fucked or how much cum she had swallowed. And the name Mister A had giver her stuck. She was called "Bitch Barbie," "Slut Barbie," and "Cunt Barbie." But to all of the men, she was Barbie. When all of them had taken a turn at her cunt, or ass or mouth, some were ready to begin again. When the last one had finished for the night, they tied her by the wrists to old rusted brackets mounted on the wall. There she hung until they were ready to fuck her again. They would pull her down, rinse her off with icy water from an old hose and toss her back on the mattress. And it all started over again. Nora soon learned that they were there to disassemble stolen cars and sell the parts, which should have taken no more that the original four days Mister T had claimed. But the men were having so much fun fucking their prisoner, that the four days soon looked more like two weeks. Her daily ritual soon set in. They made her shave off all of her cunt hair. They would gather around every day as she humiliated herself by first shaving in front of all of them. They laughed as she would pull and tug at her tender cunt lips until all of the blond hair and stubble was shaved away. Nora then had to pee and defecate upon command. Finally, before the daily fucking began, she was forced to masturbate and couldn't stop until she reached her first orgasm of many for the day. Words On a Page Ch. 03 Nora had been double penetrated countless time those first couple of days. Soon, as the days passed, the challenge became to see how many cocks could be stuffed in her cunt or in her ass at one time. She had taken three massive cocks in her cunt at one time and passed out. Other times as she rested hanging on the wall she would be teased and tormented. The men would take their automotive tools and pinch her body. Pliers gripped the soft globes of her breasts and nipped at her till she bled, while metal clamps dangled from her stretched and distended vaginal lips. They called her Barbie and Slut Barbie and whenever they were ready for her she would willingly spread her legs or get on her knees, eager for anything that came. In the madness of fucking man after man, she totally lost herself. She became a sexual beast, just like them, scratching and clawing, craving more cock, needing more orgasms. Her beautiful body, though now battered and abused, sought only pleasure and delivered the same. After about a week a stranger arrived at the warehouse carrying a small satchel. It looked like a doctor's bag but the man was anything but a doctor. Nora was held down, her legs spread apart and the man took two long needles, piercing each of her inner vaginal lips. Nora had one-inch metal rings inserted into the fresh holes in her cunt lips. Thereafter, when she was told to "spread em,'" a cord or long piece of wire was fastened through each ring and the other end tied around her ankles. Then, as she spread her legs, the rings would pull on her tender cunt lips, spreading them wide apart. Her gaping, pink cunt looked like a giant butterfly, wired and spread. It proved an enticing and easy target for all of the eager, rigid cocks to enter. Close to the end of her ordeal, when it appeared that the men would be leaving soon, the man with the medicine bag returned. Nora, Mister A and the stranger went into a grimy back room and four hours later Nora emerged, with three tattoos on her body. On her left breast a tattoo said "SLUT BARBIE." On her pubis, just above her cunt, another tattoo announced " PUT COCK HERE" with an arrow pointing down to her cunt. On the small of her back, a bold design appeared and looked like any attractive tattoo on a beautiful woman's back. But below the emblem were the letters "PUT BLACK COCK HERE" and an arrow running down the crack or her ass and pointing to her anus. The tattoos seemed to whip the men into a new frenzy. An intense fucking session followed her tattooing as Nora was forced to kneel on a huge black plastic sheet. The men all positioned themselves around her, their erections poised. Then with a flurry of jerking fists, the men started to masturbate. Soon the air was full of flying globs of sticky cream. They shot loads of cum onto her face and into her hair and all over her body. Her long blonde hair dripped with globules of semen as the men stood over her laughing and unleashed their loads. Nora ate it, wallowed in it and smeared her body with it as they all hollered and cheered. They drug her off of the plastic, hosed her off and tossed her back on the filthy mattress. There, she enjoyed no less than fifteen triple penetrations, with one man in her mouth, another in her cunt and a third fucking her ass. The men shouted and hollered as they placed bets while the leggy blonde was filled in every hole with rigid, ebony cock. The betting increased and it was determined that the winners would be the group with all four people, including Nora, cumming at exactly the same moment. There were two winning groups that night. The following morning, Nora awoke on the cum-soaked mattress, the warehouse empty. Sitting on a stool next to the mattress was her suit, her tattered bra, her garterbelt and her stocking and shoes. She dressed and soon found herself back on her doorstep. It had been two horrendous, terrifying weeks since she'd disappeared. Two weeks had passed since Nora returned home and she was pulling her life back together. She had resigned from the library and was interviewing at ad agencies in the city. She had, over the past two weeks, spent many hours thinking about her ordeal – her ordeal and the book. She read and reread her story where Catherine was taken hostage by rebels and raped and abused. The similarities were uncanny, and downright bizarre, she thought. But still, there was a logical explanation. If she had locked her car door, maybe this would never have happened. There was perfectly logical explanation, she convinced herself. However, with her sound logic tenaciously in tact, Nora's curiosity still nagged at her. And to make matters worse, the dreams were starting to return, dark, wild and erotic scenes filling her sleep. Natural enough, she thought, considering what she'd just been through. But the doubt was still there. What if, she thought, what if this book truly held a key to unlocking a woman's fantasies? What if this book made you live out your darkest dreams? There was only one way to really find out. That night, sipping on a glass of wine, Nora Weldon opened the book to a new blank page. She began writing. "Catherine the Great is in her chamber having just issued private orders to her maid. Catherine waits in eager anticipation as the large double doors of the chamber fly open and a huge, black stallion is led in by the maid." Nora went on writing, penning the most outrageous and preposterous tale of a sexual encounter between Catherine the Great and a horse. It was lewd and wild, but most of all, it was impossible. It presented the perfect test, an acid test, to see if the events of her life were mere coincidence or if the book held some magical sway over her. She closed the book after ten steamy pages of bestial lust, knowing that there was no way, absolutely none whatsoever, that this story would come true with her. The book had met its Waterloo. She smiled as she went off to bed. The following morning, the first thing Nora did was rush to the book and check the pages inside. Her story from last night was still there, still filling ten pages with wild scenes of Catherine the Great and a horse. She closed the book with the utmost confidence that this insane notion about the book having powers was now over. Her thoughts were broken by a knock at her door. She answered it and there stood her best friend, Myra. "Honey," said Myra. "I'm sorry and I hate to ask it, but a family emergency has come up and I have to go away for a few days. I really hate to ask, but can you look after Mr. Wiggles for me? Just for a few days?" Nora smiled, "Sure go get him," agreeing to help her friend in need. Nora didn't know Myra even had a pet, but Myra was clearly in trouble, so Nora agreed to help. Myra yelled with joy and rushed back out to her car. Nora sat back down at the kitchen table, glanced at the book and shook her head at her own naivete. How silly, she thought. How absurd even to think it. Then a loud clamor spilled into the hallway and Myra hurried back through the front door. There was Myra holding onto a thick leash restraining a massive, black Great Dane, standing at least four feet high. "Here he is," said Myra, offering the end of the leash to Nora. "You have to watch him though. He gets pretty frisky at times, if you know what I mean. Okay?" Stunned, Nora's mouth fell open. She paused, momentarily speechless. Then, a large smile broke across her face. "Sure. Bring him in," Nora said.