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Jean Goes Skinny Dipping

By: loerics



This is an entry in the Nude Day Contest. But why stop at one nude day? Please vote.

This fantasy takes place around 1970 and is motivated by personal memories. This was a time before cell phones. The birth control pill was just ten years old and women's lib was just starting. Protests against the senseless war in Vietnam were still going on. Marijuana and psychedelics were common in college towns like Ithaca, NY. Young people thought it was the beginning of a wondrous Age of Aquarius. 

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Jean pulled her pillow over her head and tried to ignore the jarring ring of the telephone. She had a hangover from a long Friday night of dancing and drinking. Her mother had left the previous day to get an early start on a week-long conference for high school teachers in Las Vegas. Naturally without her mother to pester her, Jean planned to blow half of Saturday sleeping late. However, the phone kept ringing and ringing. Whoever was calling knew how hard it was for her to wake up in the morning. 

Jean answered the phone with a terse, "Hello."

"Hey sleepy head, you are wasting a perfectly gorgeous day. Let's go to the dam and swim. It'll be a quiet place to catch up on old times."

It was her impulsive childhood friend Coleen who she had run into at the bar last night. The live band at The Haunt had made talking awkward, but they had both expressed a desire to get together. Jean was feeling lonely after dropping out of college and returning home. Most of her high school friends were gone and Jean was eager to revive her friendship with her oldest friend.

Jean replied, "Dam? Swim?"

"Hey Townie, have you forgotten all of the fun we had playing along Six Mile Creek as kids? Surely you remember Van Natta's Dam? Well, now the hot spot is the reservoir upstream. It's a bit of a hike beyond Van Natta's, but it's worth it. It's a great place to catch some sun and a swim."

Jean groaned as she sat up. It was already hot and humid. In other words a typical summer day in Upstate New York. If it wasn't hot and humid, then it was hot, humid and hazy unless of course there was a thunderstorm.

Jean said, "That sounds nice, but I don't have a suit that fits."

Coleen laughed and said, "Did I forget to mention that it is a nude beach? No one wears a suit and it's far enough from civilization that no one cares. All you need is a towel to lie on."

Jean said, "Oh my god! You plan on sunbathing naked?"

"Hey, girl, last I heard you were bragging about how liberated you were. Seriously, it'll be fun. Everyone is young and I promise no one will bother you. You can check it out and only strip if you feel comfortable."

Jean had a long history of Coleen talking her into things. Most of them had been fun, but a few had turned out bad. Of course, she tended to remember the ones that went wrong. Still she loved to swim and it was too hot to do much of anything else. If it were really secluded, it could be lots of fun. After all she was a liberated woman, wasn't she?

"OK, as long as I can leave if I'm not happy."

"Great, I'll be over in an hour to pick you up. I'm just going to wear a tee shirt and shorts, so don't bother to dress up."

Jean got out of bed and grabbed a quick breakfast. She was ready to go by the time Coleen knocked on her door.

Coleen came bustling through the door and looked around the room.

"Wow, it looks like nothing has changed. Your mom always keeps such a pretty and neat home. What's it like moving back home after being away in college? You look great! Let's get going before the whole day is gone."

As usual Jean was overwhelmed by Coleen's manic state. She was aware that her friend alternated between intense energy and deep melancholy. She had long ago learned to avoid Coleen when she was in her depressed state since it only reinforced her own negative tendencies. Today looked like Coleen was just what she needed to lift her out of her funk.

Jean looked at her friend. Both girls were wearing tee shirts and shorts, but they were very different physically. Coleen was what a Jewish boy in high school had referred to as zaftig. She was not fat by any means, but she was pleasantly plump with sensuous curves. Despite regular exercise, she had never lost her baby fat. Coleen was a busty brunette who relied on her looks more than her brains. Jean, however, was blond with a lithe dancer's body. Jean had generous breasts for her slim frame. 

They piled into Coleen's old VW bug and headed across town to catch State Street. The VW labored up the steep hill until they turned onto Water Street. They parked off the road near Van Natta's Dam. The walk up Six Mile Creek wound through a forest of second growth trees. Despite the shade, it was stifling hot and humid. By the time they reached the second dam, their tee shirts were soaked with sweat. Jean had never been so far up the creek and was pleasantly surprised at the beauty of the setting. Next to the dam was a large flat shale rock with a half dozen nude sunbathers. On the opposite side of the dam, a couple of guys were using a rope swing to jump into the lake. A wooden raft held a couple of sunbathers a few hundred feet from shore. The lake water looked cool and inviting.

Coleen said, "See, I told you it was gorgeous. It's perfectly safe and everyone looks friendly."

Jean relaxed as she recognized a couple of townies mixed in with what might be Cornell students. Coleen led her to a vacant spot on the rock and laid out her towel. Before Jean even got her towel positioned, Coleen had already stripped to her panties. As Jean watched, Coleen peeled off her sweaty panties and dropped them on the pile of her clothes. Coleen's breasts jiggled nicely as her friend laid face down on her towel.

"Come on take 'em off before you lose your nerve."

Jean looked around nervously. She felt like everyone was watching her. Well, it was put up or shut up. She peeled off her sweaty tee shirt. Unlike Coleen she wasn't wearing a bra and her breasts were immediately on display. As the sweat on her breasts dried in the breeze, her pink, puffy nipples became hard. Jean unzipped her shorts and dropped them to her feet. Jean wondered if she could get away with keeping her panties on but everyone one else was stark naked. Jean hooked her thumbs into her underwear and shucked them off in one quick motion. She quickly laid down next to Coleen. 

Coleen said, "How was college? Are you glad to be home?"

Jean said, "I picked the wrong major. I like to read and I thought I wanted to be an English teacher like my mom. However, when I had to read books and analyze them, it took out all of the pleasure. I had an activist boyfriend and got into the Anti-Vietnam War movement. He was organizing a rent strike against the slum landlord who owned the building he lived in. There was a rumor that the landlord had hired a biker gang to evict us. I spent the night on the roof holding a loaded rifle. It didn't help that we were smoking weed. I freaked out. When I realized that things had gotten just too crazy, I decided to drop out of college at the end of my second year and come home. I took a boring job at the hospital lab until I can decide what I really want to do with my life. I'm not really happy to be living at home, but at least I feel safe."

Coleen said, "Well at least you had some excitement in your life. I'm stuck working in Rothschild's department store. I'm living with my high school boyfriend, Scott. Sometimes he brings in some money by selling drugs. The most excitement I have is when Scott brings over this psychopath ex-felon who is supplying him with stolen prescription drugs. Garrett is big black and super scary and he gives me the creeps when he rapes me with his eyes. He played guard in college and turned pro. I think his career ended after one too many hits to the head. Now, he controls all of the drug traffic in the area. He's put several of his rivals in the hospital or under the ground."

Coleen said, "It was a lot more fun when we were in high school. We both lived at home but managed to party all of the time. We got into the local bars using fake IDs when we were only 15. Do you remember the time we crashed a frat party? We were plied with a lot of free drinks before they decided we should play strip poker. Too bad you chickened out when you got down to your underwear. I still remember the party you threw at your mom's place while she was out of town. Word got around and everyone came. You had people throwing up in the living room and others screwing in the bedrooms. We spent the next day cleaning up before your mom got back. I said that the two of us were drinking while watching TV. I apologized to your mom for getting sick on the carpet. She totally believed us. Those were the good old days."

Coleen rolled over onto her back. Jean followed suit and used her clothes for a pillow. The sun warmed her breasts and a breeze teased her pussy through her light blond pubic hair. As they lay talking in the sun, more people showed up. The rock was becoming crowded. Jean noticed that when someone new arrived, everyone watched as the person undressed. When they were finally naked, everyone went back to what they had been doing.

A tall skinny boy with a pimply face picked a spot only a few feet away. Jean watched as he pulled off his tee shirt to reveal a scrawny chest spotted with tufts of hair. Jean gasped as the boy dropped his jeans to his feet. His flaccid cock was humongous! Jean had never seen anything so amazing.

Coleen poked her in the ribs and whispered, "Are you watching?"

Jean kept her eyes fastened on the boy's cock as she leaned over to whisper in Coleen's ear. "My god, how big do you think it gets when it's erect?"

Collen giggled and said, "I'd totally do him if he had a bag over his head."

Everyone continued to stare until the boy laid face down on the warm shale rock. Jean and Coleen went back to their conversation about old happier times. Every now and then Jean checked out the pimply faced boy. He seemed to be furtively watching the two girls. They weren't the only good looking girls on the beach, but he seemed to be fixated on them. 

Despite the gentle breeze, Jean was getting hot from lying in the sun. She turned occasionally to get relief from the heat. She felt a sharp poke in the ribs from Coleen as the skinny kid got to his feet and ran to the water. Before he plunged in, Jean had a close-up view of the kid's massive erection. 

Coleen said, "On my god! That was just insane. How in the hell could any girl take that thing?"

Coleen and Jean giggled hysterically. 

When they calmed down, Jean said, "I'm going for a swim to cool off. Do you want to come?"

Coleen said, "I need to cool off too, but I can never keep up with you. I can swim out to the raft and check out the skinny guy. I know you like to swim but if you want to swim farther, you'll have to go alone."

The girls jumped into the cool lake and swam to the raft. Jean got there much faster than Coleen. When Coleen got to the raft, she was out of breath.

Coleen said, "I think I'll rest here and swim back later. Why don't you take a nice long swim? I'll be fine."

Jean said, "Well I do need the exercise after sitting at work all week. I'll see you in a bit."

Jean performed a slow, steady crawl up the lake. She stayed close to shore just in case she got a cramp. After about a hundred yards, she went around a peninsula and was out of sight of the beach. She kept swimming and rolled over into a back crawl. The late afternoon sky was hazy with gathering clouds. Birds flew low over the water calling out to each other. Jean felt at peace for the first time in months. She didn't turn back until she reached the far end of the small lake.

When she came back around the peninsula, she saw uniformed men standing around the naked sunbathers. Some of the men were dressed in gray uniforms and some were in blue. A couple of men in blue were chasing the skinny kid up a path that ran by where Jean was swimming. Jean saw a small stream entering the lake nearby. She swam up the stream a few feet and hid behind a rock. She saw the pimply faced kid hop the stream no more than twenty feet from her hiding place. The kid landed awkwardly and howled in pain. The men in blue pounced on him and dragged him away.

Jean carefully peered through some bushes. The two men in blue were leading the kid back to the beach. She recognized the men in blue uniforms as Ithaca police. When the cops got back to the mixed group of officers, there was a heated discussion about jurisdiction. Eventually, they split the sunbathers into two groups. All of the nudists had their wrists fastened behind their backs with plastic ties. The men in gray took a mixed group of males and females and escorted them down the trail.

Coleen and the skinny kid were part of the remaining group. After another discussion, three of the Ithaca cops took everyone except Coleen down the trail. Two cops remained behind with the girl. Jean knew the short, fat cop as a former Ithaca High School safety officer. He was a pig who loved bullying students. He had been replaced at the high school after numerous complaints.

Once the two cops were alone with Coleen, the fat one said, "We kept you behind because you threatened an officer. We are required to perform a careful cavity search before we can take you back to the jail."

Coleen struggled as the fat officer kneaded her large breasts. The other cop held the frightened girl as the fat one jammed a hand into her crotch. Coleen shrieked as his fingers penetrated her pussy.

The fat cop said, "Damn this cunt is wet. I've got two fingers in her and there is room for more. Lucky for her, she is wet because it'll hurt less when I check her ass. Now bend her over and hold her tight."

Coleen screamed when the fat cop pushed a finger into Coleen's dry ass. She squirmed as she tried to escape the invading finger. 

The fat cop said, "Frank, watch carefully. Notice I'm twisting my finger as deep as I can. Sometimes they shove contraband in really far. You don't want them dying of a drug overdose in jail or pulling a weapon."

Coleen continued to struggle and she begged them to stop as tears streamed down her face.

"Frank, have you ever done a cavity search?"

"No Hugh, I've never done one and they didn't cover it in during training."

"Well now is as good a time as any to learn. I'll bet most of the officers back at the station have never done one. I should hold a class later. I think this bitch will make a good teaching tool. Maybe if she cooperates, we'll let her off with a warning. Otherwise, she goes on the sex offender registry for life. We can charge her with public nudity."

"So bitch, I hope you are going to cooperate. I don't need the paperwork."

Hugh, the fat cop, held the weeping girl while the rookie pushed a finger tentatively into her pussy.

Hugh said, "Frank, a cavity search is no time to be gentle. You should use two or three fingers and push them in deep. Don't be afraid to twist them around. If you're tentative, then you'll miss something. People can get hurt if you miss anything."

Coleen screamed as Frank shoved three fingers deep into her wet pussy. He twisted them around for a long time before pulling them out to her slit. He ran his fingers up the girl's pussy and gently rubbed the girl's sensitive nub. Coleen moaned as the unexpected sensuous caress caused her body to squirm.

Hugh said, "What the fuck do you think you are doing?"

Frank said, "My girlfriend taught me to give her pleasure before I fucked her. So I'm just follow her guidance."

Hugh said, "Yeah, I'd really like to fuck this juicy bitch right now, but there could be witnesses. I'm sure that the guy with the big telephoto camera is still watching. He's the guy who reported these perverted hippie nudists. So I suggest you wait until we get her back to the station. Maybe I can teach you interrogation techniques after my class on cavity searches."

Frank laughed and said, "OK, let's get her back to the station. I'm not sure I can hold off much longer."

Jean watch in dismay as the cops led her childhood friend down the path. She waited as long as she could after the cops disappeared into the woods. Now she was afraid that the there might be a guy with a camera hiding in the woods. "Just who was the real pervert anyway."

Jean snuck back to the beach. All of her clothes were gone. All that was left of the carefree sunbathers was some trash. Jean crept back into the forest once she gave up hope of finding something to wear. She sat down on a mossy patch under the shade of a large tree. Her mind raced as she tried to think of a way out of her predicament. Unless someone friendly came along she had no way to get any clothes.

Jean was frantic. She had to get home. She could lose her job if she were arrested for public nudity. If convicted, she would have to register as a sex offender for the rest of her life. She might never get a good job. Even her mother's job as a high school teacher could be at risk. This was by far the worst mess Coleen had ever gotten her into.

She would have to wait until dark and try to sneak home. It was almost 2 miles by the quickest route, but that would mean she would have to go through downtown where she would be totally exposed. She thought of her old home on State Street. There was a cemetery across the street from the road to the dam that would be deserted. The cemetery would take her to her old elementary school. She would have three or so blocks of houses between the school and Cascadilla Creek. There was a good trail down the creek to the large Ithaca Cemetery. After that, there was a wooded area that led almost to her doorstep. She could use the hidden key to get into the house. It was a longer route and freaky scary, but she didn't have a better option. She couldn't think of anyplace that she could use a phone to call a friend without entering a corner store naked.

While Jean was thinking the wind picked up and the sky darkened. Jean jumped at the first crack of thunder. The heat and humidity had generated a pop-up thunderstorm. Jean looked around for shelter as the rain pelted her sunburned skin. She was afraid to stay under the tree, but the wind and rain were making her shiver. Jean ran to a nearby cliff and pressed her naked body under an overhang. The storm ended quickly and her shivering soon ended as the heat and humidity returned. 

Jean sat back on the moss in despair as she waited for dark. She was happy to see a half moon in the sky as darkness fell. It was painful walking on the rocky path back to the street. By the time she reached the road, she had several cuts and bruises on her tender feet. From the safety of the woods, she saw that Coleen's VW was still parked where they left it. Jean waited until the road was clear before running up to the car. Damn, Coleen had locked the car and the trunk.

Jean headed up Water Street. Fortunately, there were only a couple of houses along the street. Just before she reached State Street, a large dog barked when he detected an intruder in his yard. Jean pressed her naked body against a large tree as the dog growled at her. She could feel his warm breath on her pussy as he sniffed her trembling body. Jean was sure the dog would rip out her throat if she ran. She was saved when a man slammed open his front door and yelled for his dog. The man stood peering off into the darkness before dragging the dog inside.

Jean hid behind a bush next to State Street. There was still traffic at this hour and Jean had to wait for a break. When it came, she sprinted across the hard street. When she heard someone shout, she ran even faster until she was well into Mt. Olivet Cemetery. The cool damp grass felt wonderful on her hurting feet. Jean remembered how as a kid they had told ghost stories about this cemetery. She had held her breath every time she walked by the haunted grounds. When she got older, she had used it as a shortcut to her elementary school. Still she had always been afraid to go close at night. Now she just felt relief.


Jean Goes Skinny Dipping



Halfway through the cemetery, Jean smelled smoke from a campfire. When she got closer, she saw a large man sitting quietly by the fire. He looked shabby and worn down by life. Jean edged behind a mausoleum to get passed. She kept an eye on the man as she hurried around the structure. Jean ran right into a short, wiry man who was relieving himself against the wall of the crypt. Before she could flee, the man grabbed her arm in a vise-like grip.

As Jean struggled to free herself, the man said, "Well if it isn't an answer to my prayers. What's a pretty little thing like you doing naked in a cemetery? I'll bet you have an interesting explanation. Why don't you join Lenny and me by the fire? You can share your story and maybe we'll share our wine."

Jean said, "I'm just trying to get home. Please let me go and I won't tell anyone you're here."

The man dragged Jean over to the fire and said, "This here is Lenny. He's a bit slow, but he's harmless. Be careful or he'll talk your ear off about his pet rabbit. I'm George and I'll be your host. Sit down and don't make a fuss. Maybe we'll share our dinner if you behave."

Jean said, "Please maybe you could spare a shirt or something. The cops took my clothes while I was swimming. I'd be a lot better company if I were comfortable."

George was bare-chested and was only wearing shorts and flip-flops. He looked at Lenny and said, "Well maybe Lenny can spare his tee shirt. It ought to come down to your knees. Hey Lenny, be a gentleman and give the poor girl your tee shirt."

Lenny rose and said, "OK, George. Whatever you say, George."

Lenny pulled his shirt over his head and handed the worn tee shirt to Jean. Even though it was filthy and sweaty, Jean quickly pulled it on. George was right. The huge shirt fell almost to the middle of her thighs. The shirt had some small holes and tears, but it covered everything that was important. She sat on a tombstone next to Lenny. She touched the giant's arm and said, "Thank you, Lenny."

Lenny gave Jean a quick smile and looked back at the fire.

George said, "Yeah, that Lenny sure is a talker. Here Jean have some wine."

George offered Jean a large jug of red wine, but she held up her hand to decline.

Jean said, "I have a couple of miles to go and I think I need to stay sober. Thanks anyway."

George stared at the wine bottle. His face was contorted in a frown. He took a healthy swig of wine and looked Jean straight in the eye.

"Lenny and I don't like it when people reject our hospitality. We don't get a lot of company but when we do we want to be good hosts. We want you to be happy and tell us how you got to be naked in a cemetery at night. We want to share stories and have a good time. Lenny and I have a hard life and don't get a chance often to just relax. Right now, what would be fun would be to drink some wine with you and share some food. When you feel comfortable, we'd like to hear your story. You really don't want to get Lenny upset. Now have some of the damn wine while I cook you a hot dog."

Jean looked from George to gigantic Lenny. His would have been attractive if not for his face that betrayed a childlike innocence. The big man was wringing his hands together. His mouth was working as if he was trying desperately to speak. Lenny remained quiet except for a series of groans. 

George offered her the wine again and said, "Please don't get Lenny upset. I spend way too much time getting him out of jams. I just got him over the death of his damn baby rabbit. Come on, a little wine will give you the courage to make it home."

Jean took the jug and struggled to raise it to her mouth. She took a sip of the cheap red wine and choked as it burned her mouth. 

George took the wine bottle and filled a small cup. He said, "Here maybe this will be easier to handle. We certainly want to make sure you get your share. I always hate someone who just sips at their wine like they are too good for everyone else. So drink up. Your hot dog is almost ready."

Jean took a bigger swallow of the wine. It went down a little easier. George offered her a hot dog on a stick. It smelled wonderful. Jean had only had a light breakfast hours ago. Jean washed down the tasty dog with the wine.

George said, "So you haven't been eating much have you? I'll get you another one. I always like a girl that knows how to eat and drink. Isn't that right, Lenny?"

George refilled the empty cup when he handed her the second hot dog. The wine was starting to go to her head and Jean felt her exhausted body relax. Her long swim left her tired even before being subjected to hours of anxiety and fear.

Jean said, "Thanks very much. I really appreciate the food and wine. I haven't eaten in hours."

Jean jumped as Lenny touched her tangled hair.

George patted her bare knee and said, "Don't worry Jean, Lenny loves hair, but he cannot stand to see messy hair. It might be a good idea to let him comb it for you. It looks like it needs some attention."

George handed Lenny a heavy comb. The big guy knelt behind Jean and began to work on the tips of her long blond hair. Jean tried to relax as Lenny tugged at her tangled tresses. George refilled her cup and handed it to her.

"Lenny tries to be gentle, but he's so strong you probably cannot talk while he is working out the knots. So would you like me to tell you our story?"

Jean managed to say, "Yes, please."

Jean was happy that Lenny paused his efforts when she raised the cup to her mouth. Perhaps the discomfort caused by Lenny's pulling out the knots in her hair caused her to drink more. George refilled her cup again before beginning to talk.

"We move around taking whatever work we can get. Most of the time, its farm work. We have to move with the crops. Sometimes Lenny gets into trouble and we have to move sooner than we would like. We were working on a farm near Elmira. Lenny is really strong and if carefully guided, he can do a lot of work. The farmer was happy because he was paying one man to do the work of three. He even fed us in his house."

"The farmer's daughter had really long dark hair and Lenny was in love with it. The young women gave Lenny a baby rabbit when she saw him staring at her rabbits. Lenny loves soft things. The bunny was soft and furry and Lenny was thrilled. Lenny misinterpreted the women's intentions. He started stroking her beautiful hair. She laughed and tried to duck away. Lenny held onto her hair and pulled her body against his. The farmer heard her scream and found Lenny with her in the barn. Her dress was half ripped off and she was hitting Lenny with her fists. Lenny ran when the farmer struck him with a wooden stave. I knew he was in trouble when he came to me with blood running down his face. I grabbed our stuff and we high tailed it out of the area. Lenny didn't mean any harm, but no one listens. We had to leave a good job again."

"Lenny carried the soft baby rabbit in his shirt pocket. He was brushing its fur that night, but his hands were shaking too much from the turmoil with the young women. He crushed the rabbits by accident. He kept the rabbit for days until it stank. I threw it into a river while he slept. He cried for days."

"Well, we hopped a freight and got to this town. I hear that there is work at Cornell Orchards. We'll head there tomorrow."

George's story made Jean apprehensive. She was glad she had let the giant comb her hair, but she was eager to get away from these disturbing men and be on her way. She still had a long way to go to get home, but at least the tee shirt was going to make the trip a lot easier.

Jean said, "Cornell Orchards are pretty big. I'm sure that they need a lot of help this time of year. I hope it all works out for you. I appreciate how nice you have been. The hot dog and wine were wonderful, but I really need to get going before my mom calls the police. "

Lenny was done combing her hair and was now braiding it. She wondered, 'Where had Lenny learned how to do a French braid?' At least braiding didn't hurt. Jean realized that she had finished another cup of wine when George leaned over to fill her cup again. 

George looked at her intently said, "You promised to tell us your story after Lenny did your hair. Consider it as payment for the food and wine. Take your time and don't leave out any details. Lenny loves to hear women talk. It helps to calm him down and we certainly want him to stay calm."

Jean proceeded to tell about her day at the lake. She couldn't leave out the part about sunbathing and swimming nude since she had stumbled into their camp totally naked. However, she left out the part about her friend being molested by the police.

Jean said, "So I have to thank you again for your hospitality but I really need to get going."

By this time, Lenny had finished braiding her hair. He had fastened the end of her hair with a piece of string. Jean could tell that he had done a great job by looking at the end of the braid. Lenny sat down next to her and kept stroking her braid. 

George said, "Sounds like you've had a rough day. Almost as hard as some of the days Lenny and I have had. Do you mind if I ask a few questions?"

Jean said, "Ok, but I do need to be leaving soon."

George said, "What does it feel like being surrounded by a bunch of naked people? Do you get turned on?"

Jean said, "At first it is a bit strange and you feel like everyone is watching you. But then you relax and it feels almost normal. It is interesting to look at other people naked. You realize just how much variety there is in the human body. You can see that there is beauty in everyone."

George said, "That's nice, but you didn't answer my question about getting aroused by seeing so many naked bodies."

Jean laughed nervously and said, "It feels really good lying in the sun naked. Of course, you get aroused but it's a good feeling."

George said, "I've never seen a lot of naked people. I don't think I could control myself if I were surrounded by a lot of naked young women. I'd get an erection for sure. Did any of the guys get a hard on?"

Jean laughed and took a long swallow of wine. "Well, one of the guys got a boner. It was the largest I've ever seen in my life. He had been staring at all of the women, but he seemed to be focusing on my friend and me. When he got up and jumped into the lake, he showed off his massive cock."

Jean blushed as she looked at George and Lenny staring at her.

George said, "I hope you don't mind my asking, but I have to ask. This guy with the giant cock, did you want him to fuck you? Did you fantasize about him shoving his gigantic cock into your dripping wet pussy?"

Jean gasped but otherwise remained quiet. George refilled Jean's cup and looked into her eyes.

Jean giggled and stared at her cup. She took a swallow. George said, "Well?"

"I'd rather not answer that."

"Well, I think Lenny wants to hear the answer. Don't you Lenny?"

Lenny dropped his hand from Jean's braid and wrapped his massive arm around her shoulders. Jean tried to pull away but was unable to free herself from his strong grip. Jean looked into Lenny's eyes. He looked excited, but Jean had no idea what was actually going through his mind. Maybe what goes through every man's mind when they hear a pretty girl talk about sex? Jean shuddered in his grasp.

Jean whispered, "I think every woman there was thinking about having sex with him. I was wondering if his massive cock would give me pleasure."

George said, "See that wasn't so hard to say. Now when you say pleasure are you talking about an orgasm?"

Jean was shocked at his audacious question. She gazed at George's intent face for a while before shaking her head no. 

George said, "Isn't having an orgasm the reason you have sex with a man?"

Jean shook her head and focused on her cup as she said, "I've never had an orgasm with a man. All of my orgasms have been when I'm alone. Most men never think about pleasing the woman. They think if they are happy then the woman must also be satisfied."

George leaned in closer and put his calloused hand on the middle of her bare thigh just below her long tee shirt. He said, "Well I never... So are all of your experiences with boys? Haven't you ever had sex with a man who knows how to please a woman?"

As George said "sex with a man" he gave her thigh a squeeze. Jean grasped his hand with both of hers and said, "Please don't."

George removed his hand from her thigh and cupped Jean's chin. He turned her face towards his and said, "Where I come from it's customary for a woman to reward a man who has provided her with dinner and drink. Lenny and I have had our fill of ungrateful bitches. So I have to ask are you grateful or not."

Jean struggled against Lenny's grip as she said, "I am very grateful for everything and I've tried to thank you. Really though I have to get home."

George said, "Jean, I am feeling disappointed with your manners. You are acting like Lenny and I are beneath you even though we went out of our way to cloth and feed you. So I have to ask you again. Are you going to treat us nice or are you going to be a cunt?"

Jean cried as George dropped his hand to her bare thigh and pushed it slowly up toward her crotch. When his hand reached her curly pubic hair, he rubbed his hand back and forth over the top of her leg brushing along the edge of her pussy lips.

George said, "Maybe you'd be more appreciative if I gave you an orgasm. Hell, you like big cocks. You should see Lenny's tool. Maybe you can make Lenny happy while I give you what you've been missing playing around with a bunch of inexperienced boys."

Jean tried to push George away, but he got a mean look on his face and quickly slapped Jean once, twice, three times.

George stood up and yelled at Lenny, "Pull her to her feet and hold her hands over her head."

Jean struggled in vein as the giant pulled her to her feet. He grabbed both of her wrists in one hand and raised her arms above her head. He wrapped a massive arm around her back to pin the front of her squirming body against his chest. Jean's dangling feet were a foot off of the ground.

George grabbed the neck of Jean's tee shirt and ripped it from her body. George tossed the ruined shirt into the fire and said, "You won't be needing Lenny's shirt again you ungrateful bitch!"

Jean whimpered, "Please don't! Please let me go. I won't tell anyone you're here. I just want to go home."

George laughed and said, "Jean, you've always had the ability to go home. All you need is to click your heels together three times and say I want to go home."

Jean couldn't believe George would mock her with her favorite movie. She said, "You bastard! All along the monster was you and not poor Lenny. I'm sure it was you who tried to rape the farmer's daughter."

George growled, "I think we need to change your attitude. Maybe then you'll be more grateful."

George pulled off one of his flip-flops and used it to smack Jean's curvaceous ass.

Jean screamed from the sharp, stinging slap. George proceeded to rain down one hard slap after another until Jean's ass was burning. As Jean struggled against the spanking, she became aware of Lenny's growing erection. Jean was horrified at the feel of Lenny's massive cock pressing into her stomach. Jean's tears were streaming down her face.

George paused and ran his hand over her stinging ass. He squeezed her muscular buttock before running his fingers down to her pussy.

George said, "Damn that's a nice piece of meat and it's dripping wet."

George pushed a finger into her tight moist pussy. Jean squealed into Lenny's chest as George pumped his fingers into her tight vagina. 

George said, "Here is the deal Jean. I'm going to give you a chance to redeem yourself. If you give Lenny a nice blowjob, then I'll give you an orgasm. Then maybe you can go home."

George said, "Lenny, I'll hold her while you strip and lay down. Jean likes you so I'm sure she'll suck you off real nice."

George pulled Jean's arms behind her back and wrapped his other arm around her chest. He grabbed one of Jean's generous breasts and kneaded the tender flesh. Jean twisted futilely against George's firm grip. She watched in horror as Lenny dropped his shorts. Lenny's cock was bigger than she imagined. It was nearly as long as the one she had seen earlier on the skinny kid. Lenny stretched out on the grass and looked at Jean.

George pinched Jean's nipple hard causing her to scream in pain.

George said, "That's nothing compared to what I'll do if you bite Lenny. I promise that would be a mistake. You'll never bite anything ever again in your life."

George pushed Jean to her hands and knees. Her face was inches away from George's cock. A droplet of pre-cum glistened on the tip. George grasped her by her neck and pushed her face towards Lenny's cock. Jean's nose wrinkled at the smell. Lenny had not had a bath in days and his crotch smelled of sweat and cum. Jean almost choked as she licked the pre-cum from the tip of Lenny's cock. George played with her moist slit as she opened her mouth to take in the head of Lenny's member.

George parted Jean's legs and ran his hands over her dripping pussy. He knelt next to Jean's hips. One hand pushed two fingers into her pussy from behind while his other hand slid down her tight stomach. When he found her clit, he ran his fingers in circles around her sensitive nub. Jean groaned at the unexpected pleasure.

Jean had both of her hands firmly wrapped around Lenny's long cock. She twisted them in opposite directions as she licked her tongue over the tip of his cock. Jean hoped to make him cum fast and get away from these dangerous men. Lenny was moaning as Jean worked his cock. The giant suddenly thrust his hips into Jean's face. Jean was glad she was holding his long cock with both of her hands. 

George saw what Jean was doing and said, "Lenny take one of Jean's hands from your cock."

Lenny pulled away one of her hands and pushed half of his cock to the back if her throat. Jean almost gagged as the thick cock bounced against the back of her mouth. She frantically ran her warm, moist lips up and down the length of Lenny's straining cock.

George grasped Jean's clit between his thumb and forefinger. He pushed back the clit hood and pulled her clit out of its hiding place. He twisted the sensitive nub between his fingers. Jean gasped at the exquisite sensation.

George was jerking Jean's clit and his fingers were dancing in and out of her wet pussy. Jean's body shook as an orgasm hit her hard. Wave after wave of pleasure flowed from her pussy to her brain. Jean gasped for breath as Lenny's cock continued to thrust into her mouth.

George said, "Lenny take her hand off of your cock and hold it with her other one ."

Jean screamed around Lenny's cock as he pulled her remaining hand from his cock. He held her hands together. He grabbed her braid behind her head with his free hand. He pulled her head down to impale her warm wet mouth on his massive organ. Jean choked as Lenny humped his cock deep into the back of her throat. Tears ran down her face as Lenny used her head as a fuck toy. Jean couldn't breath! She sucked hard on Lenny's throbbing erection hoping he would cum before she passed out.

George continued his stimulation of her clit while he pulled his wet fingers from her pussy. He slapped her tight ass sharply three times before pressing his wet middle finger against her ass. Jean couldn't even scream when George's rough finger popped into her ass. He pumped his finger into her ass as he shook her clit. Jean's vision started to go dark as Lenny's cock exploded deep into her throat. Lenny's hand dropped from her head and Jean pulled away. She gasped for air as her body trembled in the throes of a longer more intense orgasm. Jean collapsed against Lenny's crotch and gasped for air.




Jean Goes Skinny Dipping



Maybe she slept, maybe she fainted. She was not aware of the passage of time before she realized someone was lifting her body. She opened her eyes to see that George had positioned her limp body to straddle Lenny's hips. George maneuvered her pussy over Lenny's new erection.

Jean screamed, "Please no! Oh, my god, it'll kill me. You said I could leave if I did Lenny."

George said, "I'm afraid I don't think you really grateful. I just gave you two orgasms and you didn't even thank me. Well, now you owe me."

George grabbed Jean's flailing arms and pinned them behind her back with one hand. 

George said, "Lenny hold your cock steady against her pussy."

George reached down with his free hand and guided Jean's pussy over Lenny's cock. He pushed Jean down.

Jean screamed as the head of Lenny's cock pushed into her vagina. It was the thickest cock she had ever felt in her pussy. She was terrified at the thought of the long thick cock being shoved deep into her pussy. All of the other guys she had had sex with had been a normal four or five inches. Even then, her partners had often commented on how tight she was. Lenny's cock was unbelievable.

George said, "Lenny, hold her steady. Grip her hips and keep her from squirming so much."

She screamed again as George pushed her down hard. Another inch of Lenny's cock was now splitting her tight pussy.

Jean sighed with relief as George pulled her up until only the tip of Lenny's cock was in her tender pussy. Her relief was short lived and George pushed her down again. He kept repeating this process and managed to force another inch of Lenny's member into Jean each time. Jean's body was glistening with sweat in the hot, humid night air. The smell of sex filled Jean's nostrils with each gasping breath. George kept working her pussy down Lenny's long cock. Jean couldn't believe it when her ass came to rest on Lenny's thighs. All of his cock was inside of her!

George pushed Jean's torso down to Lenny's sweaty chest. Her breasts were mashed against his muscular chest.

George said, "Lenny, hold her tight."

Jean could not believe how Lenny's cock was stretching her pussy. The tip of his long cock was pressed against her cervix. Jean shuddered as the pain subsided. 

Jean screamed as she felt George's cock poke her in the ass. She tried to squirm against Lenny's grasp as George continued to push hard against her virgin ass.

George said, "Jean, it's my turn. You get to thank both of us at once."

Jean shrieked as George's cock burst through Jean's tight sphincter. He worked his cock back and forth until he was buried up to his nuts.

George said, "OK, Lenny you can move her pussy with your hands on her hips. I'll try to time myself to your movement. If we do this right, I can give an extra push to force her pussy all of the ways down your cock. Jean, hang on for the ride of your life."

The two men started to move in unison. After a couple of false starts, the men got into a rhythm. Jean had no control as the men pumped their cocks into her young body. George reached around between Lenny and Jean to rub her clit. Jean could feel their hard cocks running along the thin membrane separating her colon and her vagina. At some point, the feeling of pain was replaced by a sensation of fullness and growing pleasure. Jean began to moan in time with the two men's coordinated fucking.

Both of the men were used to hard manual labor and were strong men. George had always had good endurance during sex. Lenny had already come once so he had no problem holding back. Jean was being stimulated beyond her imagination by the two cocks and George's nimble fingers. She had one orgasm after another until they blended together. Jean lost track of time.

George came first and when his cock slid out of Jean's ass, he rolled off of the pair as they continued to fuck. George's cum oozed from her ass and ran down to coat Lenny's cock. Jean sat up and bounced her engorged pussy up and down his incredible cock. Jean rubbed her clit frantically as she tugged on her nipples. Jean couldn't believe that she was coming over and over. She had never come with a man before and now she couldn't stop. Jean would run her pussy all of the ways up Lenny's cock until only the tip remained in her. Then she would slam down until her clit rubbed against Lenny's body. She loved the feeling of fullness.

Jean was disappointed when Lenny finally came. He pulled her pussy against his erupting cock and he shot his load against her cervix. Jean ground her dripping pussy against Lenny's crotch as her final orgasm washed over her. Jean collapsed onto Lenny's chest and fell asleep.

Some time later, Jean woke with a shiver. Lenny was snoring softly beneath her. Nearby George was curled up deep in sleep and he was using their pack for a pillow. Jean felt a mass of sticky partially dry cum gluing her pussy to Lenny's flaccid cock.

Jean was desperate to get home before daylight. She had no idea what the hour it was, but at least the half moon was still up. Jean carefully rolled off of Lenny and staggered to her feet. Her legs ached from being stretched open for so long. Her clit and nipples were tender. Her once virgin ass still hurt from being spanked and then raped. Cum was still oozing from her ass and pussy. The sleep had helped clear her mind, but she was still feeling the effects of too much wine. 

Jean saw a few burned scraps of Lenny's tee shirt amongst the embers of the fire. What she had considered a godsend was now reduced to ashes. George was wearing his shorts and Lenny's pants were tucked under George's head. Tears filled Jean's eyes as she realized she was going to have to continue her journey totally naked. Jean choked back a sob as she stumbled away from her abusers. She took a step before tripping over one of George's flip-flops. She found the other flip-flop nearby and slipped them onto her battered feet. At least she had something in return for all of the torment they had inflicted.

Jean hurried along the cemetery path. She soon reached her old elementary school. There was a lot of open space between the school buildings, but the site was deserted in the middle of the night. When she got to the front of Belle Sherman Elementary, she was faced with three long blocks of residential housing. Most of the houses were occupied by college students. Some of them might be up even at this late hour. She hoped if she were discovered, she could pass as a drunk college girl. Still she was afraid that someone might report her to the police. After watching their treatment of her friend Coleen, Jean had no interest in being saved by Ithaca cops.

Jean was glad she had stolen George's flip-flops when she crossed the hard pavement of Mitchell Street. She ran from bush to bush in one yard after another as she made her way along Cornell Street. She waited as two guys escorted a drunk girl into the bushes ahead of her. She hoped the girls squeals were from pleasure but really there was no way she could help in any case. She ran across the street to get around the threesome. When she reached Maple Avenue, she sprinted across the deserted street and disappeared into the woods around Cascadilla Creek.

The creek was flowing strongly from the thunderstorm earlier. She headed downstream on a narrow path. When she came to a deep pool, she slid into the cool water. She washed as much of the cum from her pussy and ass as she could manage without soap. She was glad that she was on the pill. She couldn't imagine have a child by the slow giant Lenny. She would have to remember to take last evening's pill when she got home.

Her head was fuzzy from all of the wine she had consumed with the two vagrants. She tried to remember if she had taken the previous night's pill. She had gone straight to happy hour at The Haunt after work on Friday. Oh shit, she had meant to take the pill when she got home! She had been drunk when she got home and had collapsed into bed without taking the damn pill. Still it was only two days without taking birth control. She wondered how many days she could miss before she had to worry about pregnancy. If she remembered right, the recommendation was to use an alternate form of birth control if you missed three days.

Well, it was only two days. She was probably still protected. But then she remembered that Orleans had been in town for the previous two nights at the Salty Dog. She had gone straight from work both nights to make sure she got in. She loved Orleans and had danced her ass off with a string of partners. She had enjoyed flirting with the new bartender. What she couldn't remember doing was taking her goddamn pill when she got home. Shit! Shit! Shit! It could have been four or five days. How could she be so careless? Lenny's idiot spawn could be growing in her womb right now! Jean shook herself. There was nothing she could do right now. She had to get home! 

Jean retrieved the flip-flops and headed downstream. When she got to the Central Avenue bridge over the creek, she waited in the shadows as two drunken students staggered across the bridge above. She continued down the trail and passed under the Stewart Avenue bridge. At this point the gorge narrowed and the creek started a steep descent down to the town. The trail consisted of wet, moss covered shale steps. Jean carefully picked her way down the slippery trail. The setting moon had been illuminating the narrow gorge but now it passed behind a cloud. Jean paused to let her eyes adjust to the faint light.

Jean couldn't imagine her bad luck as she caught sight of a shadowy figure rapidly running up the trail. Jean searched for a hiding place. There were no good choices nearby and she was forced to scurry back up the trail in search of cover. She couldn't move as fast as her follower and in her haste she slipped and fell just as she got back under the Stewart Avenue bridge. The interloper was nearly upon her and she rolled behind a small bush for concealment. She crouched just a couple of feet off of the trail and tried to quiet her breathing. The footsteps were coming closer. The figure was nearly upon her when the moon slipped from behind the cloud leaving the hunkering girl exposed.

"Well, what do we have here. Maybe you are my reward for all of the shit I've taken today."

Jean stood up and turned to run as a strong hand grabbed her by her long braid. He spun her around and gaped at her contorted face.

"Well, well, if it isn't one of the girls from the lake. Somehow you avoided capture while I got taken along with your good-looking friend. You are probably wondering how she is doing. They just let me out on bail and when I left I heard your friend screaming in the interrogation room. All of the cops practiced cavity searches on her. I think they were long past using their fingers to probe her cavities."

Jean could now see that her captor was the skinny kid from the beach.

Jean said, "The cops took all of my clothes. I'm trying to get home before daybreak. Maybe I could borrow your shirt. I'll make sure you get it back."

The skinny kid said, "I could give a shit whether you get home any time soon. Maybe you missed the part about my reward? My only question is how we start this party. Oh and you can scream as loud as you want. The creek will mask any sounds."

Jean struggled to free herself, but the skinny kid's grip was too firm. He turned her around and slapped her hard across her already tender ass. Jean screamed in pain as his hand slapped her burning ass cheeks over and over. The kid unzipped his shorts and tossed them aside. He used his grip on her braid to push her down to her knees in at the water at the edge of the creek. He pulled her mouth toward his growing erection.

"Don't even think about biting me. Just suck it real nice and slow. If you do a good job, then I'll let you go. Just think of me as the ogre under the bridge.

Jean grabbed his cock with two hands. Her fingers couldn't even wrap all of the ways around. Even with both of her hands stacked on his cock, there was still enough length left to make most men proud. When Jean licked the head of his cock, she tasted his salty pre-cum. She opened her mouth and pressed her warm lips over the head of his erection. Her only hope was to get him off quickly so she could get away. She bobbed her hand up and down the length of his exposed cock. She flicked her tongue around the tip.

The skinny kid pulled one of her hands off of his cock and said, "Why don't we try this one handed?"

Jean gagged as his cock jammed down the back of her throat. The skinny kid held the back of her head and fucked deep into her throat as tears streamed down her face. He kept up a steady pattern of thrusting several times in a row before pulling out to let her breath. Jean used her free hand to milk his balls. She couldn't believe his stamina. Over and over he shoved his cock into her throat before finally holding her head against his crotch as he shot load after load down her throat.

The skinny kid let her sit back on her haunches as she coughed up cum and struggled for breath. He still had a hand clutching the base of her braid.

He said, "OK, before you can leave, you need to clean my cock. I don't want my girlfriend to smell any cum on me so do a good job."

Jean was desperate to end this nasty business. She licked the underside of his now flaccid cock. She worked her way up to the head of his cock.

The skinny kid said, "While you are at it, my balls need a wash. Suck them into your mouth and lick them real nice."

Jean had little choice and she sucked one of his musky balls into her warm wet mouth and licked all around the hairy sack. When she repeated the process on his other nut, the skinny kids cock jumped. Jean looked in dismay as she saw that his cock was becoming erect again.

"You are almost done. My cock needs a final rinse. Do it!"

Jean cried as she licked the length of his growing erection. She knew what was coming when he forced her onto her back at the edge of the stream. Cool water flowed over her body and occasionally broke over her face.

When he separated her thighs and forced her feet up to her shoulders, Jean pleaded, "Please don't. You're too big. You'll kill me with that monster."

"Don't worry, I know how to use this tool. I'll soon have you begging for more."

Jean continued to beg as the skinny kid pressed his massive cock against the opening of her tight pussy. She whimpered as she struggled to escape from the pressure of his cock. She squealed when the head of his cock popped into the entrance to her vagina. The kid paused as Jean's pussy strained to accept just the head of his enormous member. He forced her legs higher and plunged another inch into her stretched vagina. Jean beat her hands against his chest and squirmed in desperation to escape his cruel attack. Her wiggling only helped her assailant worm even more of his cock into her. The kid pulled back and waited before pushing even more of his cock into the wailing girl.

He paused with his cock only a third of the way in and kissed her. His mouth pushed her head beneath the flowing water. His sour tongue pushed into her mouth and he held the kiss until she thought her lungs would burst. When he lowered his lips to her neck, she raised her head gasping for breath. By the time she recovered, she realized that he had shoved several more inches of his erection into her burning pussy. His huge organ was stretching her abused pussy even more than Lenny's giant cock. 

"See, that's not so bad. I think we are ready to start fucking. I'll get the last couple of inches in as we go."

The skinny kid had been patient long enough. He pulled almost entirely out before plunging back in. As he thrust into the battered girl, he picked up speed. Soon he bottomed out. The tip of his cock was bashing against her cervix and his balls were bouncing against her ass. Jean felt her pussy lips drag along his thick cock every time he pulled out. She screamed in protest as he forced two fingers inside of her nearly virgin ass.

"You are in for a treat. After I ejaculate once, I can fuck nearly an hour before I come again. So we have plenty of time for all kinds of fun and games."

He pulled his cock all of the ways out and slid it along her slit. Jean panted as he plowed her clit with the length of his dick. He leaned in and sucked a nipple into his mouth. When he bit her nipple, Jean shuddered with a small orgasm. When she recovered he pushed his cock against the rosebud of her ass.

Oh god, please don't! I can't!"

He ignored her and pushed his cock into her ass. The kid's cock was far larger than George's. Her struggles were useless against his new assault. Again he used the same slow approach he had used on her pussy. When he managed to get his cock completely buried in her back-channel, Jean humped her hips against his dick. At least if he came in her ass, she didn't need to worry about getting pregnant.

"Come on! Fuck my ass. Damn it cum in my ass!"

The kid laughed as he worked his cock into the Jean's ass. Jean wrapped her hands around his ass cheeks and held his cock in her quivering ass. He kept fucking for an eternity before his breathing changed. Jean doubled her efforts. Thank god, he was finally about to cum.

She screamed in protest when he pulled out of her ass and plunged his cock deep into her pussy. He grasped her clit between his fingers and pulled it from its sheath. He rolled it between his fingers as he kept fucking her engorged pussy. Jean screamed as a series of long hard orgasms shook her body. He leaned down and kissed her as he continued fucking her hard and deep. The water washed over her nose. On my god, he was going to drowned her! She bucked her hips against his massive cock desperate to make his cum. She grasped his balls and squeezed them hard.

The kid arched his back and held his cock buried in her pussy. He pinched her clit hard as his cum flooded her womb. Jean raised her face out of the water and gasped for air. She screamed as her strongest orgasm shook her tormented body. Jean lay back and panted. His cock was still buried deep inside of her holding his cum in place against her fertile womb. Jean faded into unconsciousness.

Jean gradually became aware that she was draped over the kid's shoulder. She opened her dazed eyes to see he was carrying her down an alley. He paused before a door and unlocked it. He brought her inside and went up the back stairs of a house.

As he dropped her onto a couch, she moaned, "You said you'd let me go. Please, I need to get home."

"Too bad, I guess I lied. I promised my girlfriend I'd get her a model. That's why I went to the dam in the first place. I was going to proposition you and your friend, but we got busted. I'm a bit late getting back to my girlfriend, but I think she'll forgive me when she sees you."

Jean struggled to get up, but he knelt on her and tied her firmly to the couch with some handy scarfs. She wasn't the first non-volunteer model.

The skinny kid went into a bedroom and soon returned with a sleepy woman.

"Well Danny, you did well. She'll make an excellent canvas."

"Great Minny, because I'm exhausted. It's nearly morning and I'm going to crash. Good luck on your art project."

When Danny left the room, the woman sat on the edge of the couch and examined Jean's lithe body. She ran her hands over the curves of Jean's trembling body.

She said, "Hi, I'm Minerva, but everyone calls me Minny. You can relax. You are safe with me. I'm a graduate student in the Cornell Art School. I've been doing fantasy body painting for several years. After I paint someone's body, I take a series of photographs. You can see some of my work on the walls."

Jean looked around the room. There were colorful photographs covering every bit of wall space. The pictures were amazing. Some required careful examination to pick out what was painted flesh and what was background. They were stunning. The people looked beautiful.




Jean Goes Skinny Dipping



Jean said, "So if I am safe, why am I tied down?"

Minerva laughed, "I have to be careful that you don't smudge the paint. Don't worry, you are completely safe and I'll drive you home when the project is complete. I'll give you copies of the photographs. You'll never get another opportunity like this. Can I get you something to eat or drink before we start?"

Jean realized she didn't have much choice. She said, "I'm hungry and thirsty."

"Do you have a name?"

"Jean, my name is Jean and I just want to get home. It's been a horrible day."

Minny laughed, "Well Jean, I'll get you home as soon as I finish my project. Meanwhile, I can get you a sandwich and soda. Give me a minute."

The young woman walked into an adjoining kitchen while Jean struggled against her bonds. The woman returned shortly with a sandwich and a big glass of iced tea.

"Guess you'll have a hard time eating tied up. Give me a second."

The women went to a shelf behind the couch and got a leather collar and long chain. She locked the collar around Jean's neck and attached it to the chain. She secured the chain to a nearby radiator.

As she untied the Jean, she said, I'm going to include the chain in the artwork so you might as well get used to it. At least you'll be able to eat. While you are eating, I'll get things ready."

Jean was famished and leaned forward to eat. She consumed the large sandwich between gulps of iced tea. She sat back on the couch when she finished. She was exhausted from her lengthy ordeal.

The woman came back into the room with a bowl of hot water and several wash clothes.

"I have to clean my canvas first. I can see that my unfaithful boyfriend left a lot of cum in you. I cannot have it leaking out on my work."

The woman knelt by the couch and washed Jean's sore feet. She worked her way up Jean's long slender legs. Jean watched her progress through half opened eyes. Jean was having a hard time staying awake. When Minny finished Jean's legs, she washed Jean's crotch. Jean shivered as the woman rubbed the warm cloth along her pussy lips. The woman spread Jean's thighs and pushed two fingers into Jean's battered pussy. Jean moaned and arched her back as the woman pulled out a blob of cum. The woman smelled her fingers before licking them clean. She continued to eat more cum from Jean's pussy. Her fingers dipped and twisted in Jean's vagina.

Minny lowered her lips to Jean's wet pussy and ran her tongue up the moist slit. She sucked Jean's clit into her mouth and flicked her tongue over the sensitive nub. The woman pushed her hands under Jean's ass cheeks and pulled Jean's sex against her probing tongue. Jean gasped at the gentle pleasure. She had never experienced sex with a woman and she was thrilled at Minny's tender touch. Minny pressed two fingers into Jean's aroused pussy as she sucked on Jean's clit. Stars exploded in Jean's head as she sank into a deep sleep.

When Jean awoke, she was lying on a white blanket in front of a jungle backdrop. Bright studio lights half blinded her. The heat felt lovely on her painted flesh. 

"Good you are awake. I have all of the shots I need with you reclining. I need you up on your hands and knees for the next set of shots."

She helped Jean to her hands and knees. Jean could see that her arms and legs were painted with a tan background. A large number of round black spots were scattered across her body. Her pale breasts were unpainted except for her nipples which were bright red. Her sparse but fluffy pubic hair was dyed to match her nipples. Her pussy lips were highlighted with a dramatic purple outline. Jean could not see the dramatic teardrop stripes that run all the way from her eye to the side of her mouth. Nor could she see that the hair on her head had been cropped and teased into tan tufts with black streaks.

When Minny straightened Jean's tail, the girl looked between her legs to see a luxurious tan tail hanging down to her knees. The round tail also had spots, which merged to form four to six dark rings at the end. It ended in a bushy white tuft. The tail was attached to a butt plug stuck tight in her ass."

Minny laughed, "In case you wonder, I painted you as a fantastical cheetah. I took a few liberties with my use of red and purple colors. I hope the tail isn't too uncomfortable."

Minny went back to her camera and took a series of shots. She told Jean how to pose and then there was a blinding flash of strobe lights. Minny helped Jean to stand in front of the Savannah backdrop and took more pictures. Regularly Minny stopped to change film. During the breaks, she gave Jean water to drink.

After running through a variety of poses, Minny grabbed a cheetah mask from a shelf. It included perky cat ears and the characteristic cheetah tear-shaped stripes around her eyes. The mask didn't cover her lower face.

Minny said, "I cannot make up my mind about the mask. So I'm going to shoot a second set with it."

After what seemed to be hours, Minny said, "Well that should do it. Give me a few minutes and I'll clean off the paint. Then I'll drive you home. I should have a set of prints for you in a week. It was a real pleasure doing you. You made the perfect canvas for this piece. I've had it in mind for a long time but never had the body I needed. Thank you so much for cooperating."

Jean said, "I passed out before you painted me. What happened? I know I was tired, but the floor just dropped out after, after ... Well, after you made me cum."

Minny laughed, "I broke a sleeping pill in your tea. You seemed jumpy and I needed to relax you before attempting to paint your body. I hope you enjoyed the sex. You have a wonderful body and I adored giving you pleasure. I'd love to use you as a model again. I'm sorry I cannot afford to pay you, but I can pay you with sex."

Jean laughed. She felt relaxed with this woman and it was the first time in nearly a day she felt comfortable.

Jean cringed when Danny came crashing into the room. He grabbed a cup of coffee from the kitchen and came back to stare at Jean. Jean backed away and looked to Minny for help.

"Nice work Minny. She looks really sexy. If you want, I can clean the paint off of her and drive her home."

Minny replied, "Not on your life. I know your game. Jean's had enough of your attention. I not stupid enough to expect you to be faithful, but I'm certainly not going to encourage your infidelity. If you want to help, you can clean the airbrush."

Before Danny could protest, they were interrupted by a loud, insistent knock on the door. 

Danny picked up a baseball bat next to the door and unlocked the deadbolt. He opened the door a crack with the chain holding the door. Danny tried to shove the door shut, but it burst inward. The flimsy chain was ripped from the frame.

A big black guy entered the room and grabbed Danny before he could run.

Danny yammered, "Garrett, my man I've meant to drive over and see you."

Garrett said, "I doubt that but if you could be so kind as to pay what you owe then you won't have to take that long drive to my place."

Danny laughed, "Long drive! Haha, you're such a kidder. Honest, I'll have the money as soon as this shithead frat boy pays me. I'm leaning on him hard. No reason to worry. I'm not going anywhere."

Garrett said, "For sure you won't be going anywhere with both legs broken. You gave me the same fucked up story three days ago. I don't run a fucking charity. Get me the money now."

"Please, I don't have the cash. How about taking one of my girlfriends photographs to tide you over. They'll be worth a fortune in a couple of years."

"Fuck off! I have a house full of her paintings already. Maybe I'll try pulling out your fingernails."

Garrett looked around the room for anything he could use as an instrument of torture. His eyes widened when he saw Jean cowering in a corner. The girl was straining against her neck collar. The chain was still fastened to a steam radiator. Jean whimpered as the powerful black man looked down at her.

"Well, I have lots of paintings, but I've never seen one of your painted models. She's better looking in the flesh than any of your photographs. Tell you what I'll do. You loan me the model and I'll give you a week to get me my money. Otherwise, I'll break your legs."

Minny said, "She's my model and she is not a slave. You cannot take her. That would be kidnapping."

"Fuck you! What the shit do you know about slaves! Either you give me the girl or I break your fingers as well as dickhead's legs. Then I'll take her anyway. You'll have a hard time painting with your fingers bent into pretzels. Now get me the key!"

Danny scrambled to find the key. When he located it on the kitchen counter, he brought it back to Garrett. Minny jumped between Garrett and Danny.

"No, you can't! Please, she's just a kid. I promised I'd drive her home. You can fuck me instead. Just let her go."

Garrett grabbed Minny and shoved the cursing woman into a bedroom. He jammed the door shut with a chair. Danny handed Garrett the end of the chain and backed away.

Garrett glowered at Danny and said, "You have a week dickwad. Get the fucking money!"

Jean struggled against the chain and cried, "Please no. I have nothing to do with him. I didn't take your money. I was just modeling for Minny."

Garrett said, "Fuck, I don't have time for this."

He threw Jean over his shoulder and carried the squirming girl down the stairs. He tossed her in the trunk of his BMW and roared off. Jean hugged her knees and cried as her body rolled around in the large trunk. Her body shook with fear for her life. Coleen had told her stories about the cruelty performed by this psychopath. She would be lucky if he gave her an easy death.

When the trunk opened, the car was in a garage. Garrett grabbed the girl and carried her into the house. He brought her to an upstairs bedroom suite and fastened the chain to a bed next to a large bay window overlooking Ithaca Falls. Jean could see the sun setting over the hills beyond Cayuga Lake. She could even see her home next to Fall Creek. She began to cry as she realized another day had gone by. Garrett said, "Don't go away. I have business to attend to then maybe we can get to be friends."

Jean huddled on the bed staring out at her home and the beautiful scenery as the day faded. Lights from the houses in her neighborhood replaced the verdant landscape. A servant brought a tray with food and drink.

Jean pleaded, "Please help me. He'll kill me for sure."

"I can't help you. My advice is to not make him mad. When he's happy, he can even be nice."

The servant left without a glance back at the frightened girl. Jean choked down some food and drink. She was unbelievably hungry. Jean laid down on the bed and drifted into a troubled sleep. She awoke with a start when Garrett flicked on the lights. At first she thought her alarm had gone off and she was late for work. When she opened her eyes, she was looking at a pair of massive legs. Garret was staring down at his new work of art. Jean scrambled for a corner of the room and hugged her knees to her chest.

"It's been a really shitty day. One fucking deadbeat after another. How many brain cells does it take to collect the money before you deliver the drugs? I hope you aren't going to be a disappointment. I need a little sweet loving. I've always wanted to fuck a work of art."

Garrett knelt down and unfastened the chain from the bed. He sat on a couch and tugged on the chain.

"Stay on your hands and knees. Crawl like the pussy cat you are."

Jean shuddered. He could snap her like a twig. She crawled across the floor to a big couch facing the night sky. Garrett fastened the chain to the leg of the couch. He took off his clothes revealing a brawny physique. Jean was relieved that his cock looked normal in size. He sat in the middle of the couch and pulled her to him with the chain. Jean tried to resist, but it was futile. Garrett lifted the terrified girl under her arms and pulled him onto his lap. Jean sat on one of his massive thighs and stared at the enormous black man. He held her with one large hand on her trembling hip. He ran a hand down her back and she struggled to get away.

"Freeze bitch! I plan on having some fun. If you cooperate, I'll make sure you have some fun too. If not then it will be painful for you and I will still have my fun. Understood?"

Jean's body was shaking and her eyes filled with tears.

"Well, cat got your tongue? Come on answer me. Understood?"

Jean nodded.

"Guess my little kitty cannot talk. Well, maybe I can get you to purr."

Garrett ran a big rough hand down Jean's chest to grasp one of her breasts. Jean gasped as he caressed the bright red painted nipple. The puffy nipple soon hardened with his gentle touch. He moved his hand to her other nipple and repeated the process. He pulled her painted face to his and kissed her gently. He pushed his tongue into her mouth as his hand caressed her taut stomach. His hand dropped to her lap and gently spread her legs. Jean shivered as he traced his fingers up the inside of one thigh. He brushed his fingertips around her pussy and then down the inside of her other leg. Jean moaned into Garrett's mouth when his hand cupped her moist sex. His hand slid under her ass and he lifted her up. He sucked her nipple into his warm wet mouth and flicked his tongue across the sensitive tip. He licked her other nipple before lowering her ass down again to his huge thigh.

He ran his fingertips up her slit drawing moisture from her vagina. Jean couldn't believe this monster was making her wet. Any minute she expected him to inflict pain. His tenderness scared her more than his threats. She shuddered in his grasp as his wet fingers momentarily brushed over her clit. His fingers pushed her pussy lips open as they found their way back to the opening to her vagina. He inserted the tip of his finger into her opening. He pulled it out and drew his fingers up her slit to her clit. This time he played with it longer, caressing the tender nub until she gasped with pleasure.

Garrett shifted the hand on her hip to her painted pussy lips. He opened her sex revealing a soft pink interior. He pushed his index finger into her dripping vagina and held it steady. His other hand continued to caress her clit while he kissed her deeply. His finger fucked her slowly as he rubbed her engorged clit. Jean panted into Garrett's mouth as her mounting passion overcame her fear. Jean's body shook with an intense orgasm that was as much a result of her fear as from Garrett's tender touch.

Garrett lifted Jean's body and turned her so that she was facing him with her legs spread on either side of his torso. He lifted her breasts in his hands and squeezed both of her nipples. He pulled her hips toward him and pressed his black cock against her moist pink vagina. Jean opened her eyes and stared into Garrett's eyes in wonder. She had expected pain and maybe even death. Instead, he had treated her with affectionate and brought her to an intense orgasm.

Jean looked down with apprehension at his cock pressing into her bright red pubic hair. She gasped as he drew her pussy slowly onto his cock. It was much larger than it looked. She had been fooled by the size of his huge body. She squirmed as his cock sank into the depths of her womb. Her movements only helped him to penetrate her deeper. When her bright red pubic flattened against his dark black hair, he held her still. Jean panted as he stared down into her eyes. Her body glistened with sweat. Her pussy juices were dripping off of her ass cheeks and coating his balls. The warm air in the room was permeated with the aroma of sex. 

Garrett cupped her ass cheeks in his large hands and lifted her hips until only the tip of his wet cock was inside of her. He slowly lowered her back onto his cock drawing a groan from the quivering girl. Again he raised her hips and again he impaled her on his cock. Garrett picked up speed slowly until her cunt was flying up and down his erection. Jean dropped a hand to her clit and rubbed in rhythm with their fucking. Jean arched her back and screamed at the ceiling as she came hard. Her pussy spasmed around Garrett's cock and he shot his seed deep into Jean's womb.

Jean woke up in the morning on the bed. Someone had covered her with a blanket. The servant found her sitting up and gazing blankly around the room. He unlocked her chain and led her to a bathroom. He told her to take a shower and whatever else she needed. He had her bend over so that he could remove the butt plug and the attached tail. When she was done, he promised to serve her breakfast. He closed the door and locked it behind him.

Jean took a long shower. She cleaned the cum from her body and from inside her pussy. She didn't even want to count the days since her last birth control pill. When she was done, Jean knocked on the door and shouted. The servant led her to a table in the bedroom. There was a plate with three eggs over easy, a big piece of ham, some bacon, and four slices of toast with a jar of preserves. A carafe of steaming coffee completed the heavenly breakfast. After eating everything, Jean spent the rest of the morning napping. 

The servant woke her in the late afternoon to feed her lunch. Jean was just finishing lunch when Garrett entered the room.

Garrett said, "I plan on having Minny pick you up later if you do two things for me. If you refuse to do as I ask or fail to please me, you will be punished. Do you understand?"

Jean nodded. He had been so tender the night before. How bad could it be?

Garrett said, "My first request is to help with a meeting I'm having with an employee. He is trying to squeeze me and I need you to distract him. You will sit at my feet during the meeting and do exactly what I command without hesitation. Do you understand?"

Again Jean nodded.

"Well, I see you still cannot talk. Good, it's probably better that you keep quiet. OK, the second task is to dance for a party I am having for my employees tonight. You'll be safe from the guests since you will be go-go dancing in a steel cage. I expect you to put on a good show. I know you can dance because I've seen you at the Salty Dog twice this week. Any questions?"

Jean was worried that some of the guests might be locals. She didn't want to be recognized. She could lose her job. Even her mother's job at the high school could be at risk if someone knew her.

"Can I wear the mask?"

Garret said, "Definitely! I like the mask. Now Henry is going to help you get ready for the meeting."

Garrett left the room and his servant, Henry, pulled out the cheetah tail accessory. 

Henry said, "Bend over and grasp your ankles. I have to attach your tail. I have lubricant and will try to be gentle."

Jean backed up and said, "Please no. I don't need the tail."

Henry said, "Garrett wants the tail. If necessary I can get one of his guards to help. What part of Garrett's warning about punishment didn't you understand? I'm certainly not going to take the heat for your disobedience."

Henry put his hand on Jean's neck and encouraged her to bend over. She grasped her ankles and cringed in anticipation. Jean whimpered as he squirted lubricant between her ass cheeks. She squealed and tried to stand up when he pushed a finger into her ass. Slap, slap his hand smacked her taut ass.

"Damn it! Don't make this harder than it has to be. Do you think I'm enjoying this?"

Jean cried as Henry worked his fingers around in her ass. He pulled them out and added more lubricant before plunging two fingers deep into her ass. He vigorously stretched her back channel until he was satisfied. He removed his fingers and pressed the butt plug against her gaping opening. Even with the preparation it was a tight fit. Jean shrieked when the large plug burst past her sphincter. The first time, Minny had inserted the plug when Jean was passed out from the drugged tea.




Jean Goes Skinny Dipping



Henry handed her the mask and said, "We need to get downstairs at once. Garret is an impatient man. He rewards performance, but his punishment is swift and severe. Make sure that you never cross him!"

Henry led her downstairs into a room with a view of Ithaca Falls. Henry led her to a wicker peacock throne draped with a lion skin. At the foot of the chair was a large stuffed pillow. Henry had her sit on the pillow while he attached her neck chain to the massive throne. A few feet away a small chair faced the throne. At the back of the room, Henry had a camera mounted on a tripod.

After a few minutes, Garrett entered the room and sat in the peacock chair. His bare chest was gleaming with oil. His hair was fastened with a gold band. An animal skin was draped over his shoulder. A bright African skirt was wrapped around his loins. He sat with his massive thighs spread wide.

Garrett grasped Jean's neck chain next to her collar and leaned down to whisper in her ear. He instructed her to sit between his legs with her back leaning against the base of the throne. He told her to pull her knees to her chest and wrap her arms around her legs. Jean could feel the heat of Garrett's legs against her shoulders. She was grateful that her breasts and pussy were concealed when she heard the shutter click on Henry's camera.

Garrett told Henry to show in the problem employee.

Garrett leaned down and hissed in Jean's ear, "Follow my commands at once and we will both be happy. It's the only way you will get to go home. Understand?"

Jean closed her eyes and looked down before nodding. Her body trembled with a fresh wave of dread. She kept her eyes squeezed shut as she heard Garrett's visitor enter the room and sit down.

Garrett growled, "I understand that you don't think I pay you enough for your services."

Jean gasped and looked up when the visitor replied, "I'm taking a lot of risk flying your drugs. I should be rewarded for being a key member of your operation."

Jean saw her big brother sitting only a few feet away. His eyes were wandering over her naked body. Only her mask and body paint concealed her identity. Only her long legs drawn up to her chest hid her private parts. What was Robert doing here? He had recently gotten out of the Navy and become an airline pilot. He had never been interested in doing drugs. Why was her brother here? Did he realize the danger he was in? He could be arrested. Even worse Garrett could kill him for any form of disobedience. Garrett would never let him quit.

Garret held her in place with his hand wrapped tight around her chain next to her collar. His other hand caressed her closely cropped hair dyed to mimic cheetah fur.

Garrett leaned forward and whispered in Jean's ear, "Keep your feet together and spread your knees."

When Jean failed to respond, he jerked on the chain and hissed, "Now!"

Jean felt like she had been punched in the stomach. She spread her knees as tears filled her eyes behind the mask.

"More! Spread them more. Now!"

Jean spread her knees more. Her brother was staring at her bright red nipples and pubic hair dyed. Jean could see that her purple pussy lips were open beneath her sparse red pubic hair. One of Garrett's hands dropped to cup one of Jean's breasts. She gasped as he pinched her nipple and tugged her breast.

"I want your knees touching the ground now!"

Jean strained to open herself completely to her brother's stare and Henry's prying camera.

Garrett said to Robert, "I always pay my employees fairly. I agree you deserve more. You've done a good job flying my product from Detroit. My business is expanding and I need you to make some deliveries from Detroit to New York City. I will double your fee."

Robert replied, "But I don't have seniority. I cannot get flights to the city."

Garrett continued to knead Jean's breast and twist her nipple. He leaned forward and hissed, "Use your hands to open your pussy. I want you to caress your clit while finger fucking your vagina."

Jean shook her head no, but he jerked her chain and hissed, "Do it now!"

Jean's tears were streaming down her face from beneath her mask. She lowered her hands to her pussy and pulled her lips apart. She ran her fingers down her slit to her vagina. Her body was betraying her. She was soaking wet. The pillow beneath her was drenched. She pushed a finger into her vagina.

Garrett hissed, "Now play with your clit. Put on a good show. I want you to cum for us. Whatever you do, don't stop until I tell you."

Jean's body shivered when she touched her clit. She rubbed her fingertips over her tender nub as she drove her other finger in and out of her vagina. 

Garrett said to Robert, "I know all about pilot seniority. Sometimes senior pilots want a break and sell their flights to less senior pilots. I know a pilot who is willing to sell you flights to LaGuardia."

Garrett leaned down and whispered in Jean's ear, "You are doing fantastic. Now put two fingers all of the ways up your vagina and pull your clit out of its hood. I want you to pick up the pace and fuck yourself as if your life depended on it."

Jean gasped as she drove a second finger deep into her wet pussy. She freed her clit from its cover and shook the sensitive nub. Her breasts were jiggling with her efforts. Her breath was coming in ragged gasps. Jean's body was glistening with sweat and the smell of her heated pussy filled the room. Jean heard the camera shutter clack over and over.

Robert stared at the painted girl as she drove her body to an intense orgasm. Who was this gorgeous woman? He had split up with his girlfriend a couple of weeks ago and he was horny. This exotic creature was making his dick hard. All he could think about was an overpowering need to fuck her.

Garrett said, "Of course, I'll pay double for trips to LaGuardia. I think it will be highly profitable for both of us. Do we have a deal?"

Robert nodded in agreement as he watched his sister's gorgeous body shake with an intense orgasm.

Jean tilted her head back and screamed, "Oh fuck me! Oh god, I'm cumming! Oh, oh shit, shit, shit!"

Garrett looked at Robert and said, "I think we should celebrate our new arrangement."

Garrett lifted Jean and turned her around to kneel at his feet. He lifted his African skirt and pressed Jean's mouth to his erection.

"Keep playing with your clit while you suck me."

Jean licked the tip of the big man's cock. She opened her mouth and brushed her warm lips over his massive shaft. Garrett held her in place with his hand on her neck chain. Jean's tail swung from side to side as Garrett worked her mouth on his cock.

Robert stared at the painted woman's curvaceous ass and leaped from his seat with joy when Garrett nodded an invitation and pointed to Jean's ass. Robert knelt behind the naked girl's ass and pulled her tail aside. He held her hip as he pushed his erection between her ass cheeks.

Jean struggled to escape when she felt her brother's cock between her legs. Garrett held her firmly in place. All the tormented girl could do was choke out a scream around Garrett's big cock as the huge erection hit the back of her throat. Robert spread her trembling thighs and drove his erection into the depths of his sister's soaking vagina. Robert was surprised at how easy his cock entered her wonderful warm and moist pussy.

Jean was in shock. She couldn't escape her brother, but it wasn't his fault. He didn't know he was fucking his little sister. It wasn't even her fault. Jean was terrified what Garrett would do if she refused his commands. She loved her sweet brother but had never craved sex with him except in her fantasies. Now her body quivered with her brother's cock buried in her tight pussy. She couldn't believe how good her brother's cock felt. After being fucked by a series of painfully huge cocks, her brother's cock felt as if it had been made to fit her.

Robert remembered a heated argument with his sister about taking care of a woman's needs. Robert reached around the painted girl's waist and caressed her clit. Jean groaned around Garrett's cock as Robert's tender touch brought her to a delightful orgasm. Robert's fingers picked up speed as he fucked his cock hard into his sister's moist pussy.

Jean felt another wave of pleasure overwhelm her body. She bucked against her brother's incestuous cock as she came hard. Her pussy squeezed her brother's cock and he shot his sperm into his sister's fertile womb. Garrett's cum blasted down Jean's throat. She gasped for air as Garrett relaxed his grip on her head. Jean shuddered with the horror of what had happened.

Garrett looked at Robert and said, "Make sure you come back at eight for my employee party. I'll have lots of good food and drink. This cat will be dancing for your entertainment.

Garrett called for Henry to show Robert out. When Henry returned, Garrett said, "Get my pussy cat cleaned up and fed. Make sure she is well rested for the party. I think she can start dancing at 10 when everyone is here and dinner is over. Oh, and tomorrow I want to see a proof sheet of your photographs of my pussy cat."

Henry helped her back to the upstairs room. He removed her butt plug so he could clean her tail. Jean hurried to take another shower. Jean cried as she washed her brother's sperm from her vagina. She counted the days since her period and realized that she near her peak fertility. By now her birth control was useless. She could easily be pregnant with any of these men. Her worst nightmare was that a baby was growing in her womb fathered by her innocent brother.

Henry chained Jean to the bed and tucked her in for a nap. She dreamed that she was in the hospital and had just given birth to quadruplets. One of them was a big black baby. The second looked like Lenny. The second was skinny and reminded her of Danny. Worst of all the fourth baby looked just like her brother. Her mother was screaming at her as Jean tried to nurse the Garrett baby. Jean looked down at the newborn infant in her arms. She was amazed at the size of the baby's penis that turned into a monstrous black erection as the baby suckled at her breast. Jean screamed when the baby bit her tender breast with a mouthful of sharp teeth.

Henry shook her awake as she whimpered in her nightmare. 

"Time for some dinner before you dance for the party."

Henry already had the table set for one. Her dinner consisted of rare prime rib, baked potato, asparagus with hollandaise sauce and a salad. A half carafe of red wine accompanied the meal. Next to her wine glass a small plate holding a small white tablet.

Henry said, "Garrett wants you to take the pill. It will give you the energy you will need to dance for a couple of hours."

Jean was not eager to take a strange pill. She asked, "What is it?" 

Henry said, "It is Dexedrine. It's pure and one tablet is totally safe. Garrett instructed me to make sure you took it with your dinner. I think it would be a big mistake to cross him when you are only a couple of hours away from winning your release."

Jean was familiar with Dexedrine and had taken it at college to cram for tests. She knew she wouldn't be sleeping anytime soon. She also knew that it would give her the courage she would need to dance naked in front of a crowd of strangers. Jean washed the pill down with some wine and turned to her meal. She was amazed at her appetite.

Henry left the room for a minute. When he came back, he said, "They are will ready for you shortly. We need to get you into costume."

Henry got her mask and tail and laid them on the bed. He also set a golden egg and a tube of lubricant on the nightstand. Jean noticed that the tail was now attached to a golden butt plug.

Henry said, "Garrett wants this egg in your pussy along with the matching butt plug. I'll try to be gentle. The lubricant will help. Let's do your pussy first. Lie down on the bed and spread your legs."

Jean wanted to protest, but she was terrified of Garrett despite the tenderness he had shown her. Jean laid down on the bed. Henry poured some lubricant on his fingers and worked one of them into her dry pussy. He added more lubricant and worked two fingers into her tight channel. He twisted them around to stretch her pussy. He spread lubricant over the end of the egg before pressing it against the opening to her vagina. With some effort, it popped inside of her. Jean gasped as the cool egg stretched her pussy uncomfortably.

"OK, now get on your hands and knees."

Jean complied and Henry repeated the process on her ass. The new plug was larger than the original, but Henry managed to force it into her nether channel. Her tail was connected to the butt plug by a chain. He fastened a gold chain around her waist. Then he ran a leather strap through a link of the chain connected to her tail. He ran the leather strap between her pussy lips before connecting each end of the strap to the chain around her waist. He tightened the leather strap to secure the eggs in place. The strap spread her painted pussy lips.

Henry handed her the mask and said, "I think you are ready. I need to get you into the cage before the guests come out onto the deck. Let's go."

Henry fastened the chain to her neck collar and led her downstairs to the deck. The sun was low on the horizon and puffy clouds held a promise for a golden sunset. Henry opened the cage door and helped Jean inside. Jean's heart was pounding from a mixture of anxiety and Dexadrine. 

Henry said, "The cage will protect you from the guests but if they reach inside you will have to be careful. They cannot reach you if you are against the back bars."

Henry removed the chain from her collar and hung it on the outside of the cage. He closed the door of the cage and padlocked it. 

Henry said, "When the guests come out, the music will start. Garrett wants you to dance for a couple of hours to earn your freedom. Even with the Dexadrine you will want to pace yourself. Hold on I want to test the eggs."

Jean stared at Henry with a blank expression. She squealed when he pressed a button on the front of the cage. Both eggs began to pulsate when he hit the button. After a moment, the eggs stopped. Henry hit the button twice in a row and the eggs shook even harder. 

Jean said, "Oh god, please I can't handle that. Please ask Garrett to disconnect the eggs. I promise I'll dance my ass off for his guests."

Henry scoffed, "I am just following Garrett's instructions. You'll have to beg Garrett yourself. I doubt it will do you any good. Oh, and whatever you do, don't even think about removing the eggs."

Henry said, "Its pretty hot and humid tonight so I put a bottle of fruit punch in the cage. I'll refill it if you need more. Make sure you dance your ass off. Garrett said he'd call Minny after the party if you dance well. However, if you perform poorly, he will punish you. He threatened to keep you here until the paint wears off. He'll let every one of his clients fuck your pretty little pussy. Now sit tight. I'll let Garrett know everything is ready."

Before he left, he hit the button three times in a row. Jean had to clutch the bars to stand up. Jean gasped for breath as she recuperated from the powerful vibrations.

As Jean waited, she looked out over the town below the falls. She could see her home next to Fall Creek. Her mother would be worried sick if she came back to an empty home. Her mother was probably already concerned that she hadn't been able to check up on her by phone.

Jean was determined to do whatever it took to get home. She had taken dance classes since she was a kid. Her college dance instructor had even brought in an erotic dancer to give her students a series of lessons. If Garrett wanted a go-go dancer, she would give him the best damn performance any of these jerks had ever seen.

Henry opened the sliding doors to the deck and Garrett, along with two of his goons, led his guests out. He pointed to a full bar and a nearby table covered with bowls of multicolored pills and trays of joints. Loud rock music played as Garrett walked over to Jean.

Garret yelled, "Time to dance, pussy cat."

Jean pressed against the door and shouted, "Please, you didn't say anything about vibrating eggs. I can't handle them. Please, I promise I'll dance."

Garrett laughed and yelled, "I think you will dance better with them. Come on cat, dance for me now. Turn around and shake that tail."

Jean turned around and gyrated her tail as she held onto the bars along the side. Garrett leaned on the button and the eggs vibrated Jean's core. A crowd of boisterous men gathered around the cage and shouted their approval.

At the end of the song, Garrett released the button and said, "Turn around and dance for me. I want to see those gorgeous breasts bounce. I want to see my pussy cat gyrate."

Jean danced to a pounding beat. Her breasts jiggled delightfully as she swung her hips. Garrett hit the button twice and held it down. Jean groaned as she struggled to keep her feet. She held on to the bars tight as her body twisted about. Her pussy juices were gushing down her legs. The guys went wild.

At the end of the song, Garrett released the button. He said to his guests, "OK, guys have fun. Don't neglect the open bar. I am going to talk to each one of you individually while the rest of you play."

Jean watched Garrett's back as he walked off. He was the only one with any control over the drug-fueled crowd of horny men. The men pressed against the cage trying to touch her naked body. They shouted suggestive remarks about what they would do if they got her. All of them wanted to fuck her. The Dexedrine made her heart pound. Jean quivered with a strange excitement as she was aroused by the lust of the frenzied mob.

Ithaca was a small town and she saw several people she recognized. There was the skinny kid Danny. There was Coleen's loser boyfriend Scott. The bartender from the Salty Dog who she had flirted with was at the party as well. Even the guy who she had given her virginity after the high school prom was there. Of course her brother, Robert, was in the crowd. Her only protection was her mask, some paint on her naked body and the bars that kept them from ravishing her. As another song blasted from the speakers, Jean began to dance.

One of the men pushed the button and Jean jumped. The man laughed and hit it again. He yelled, "The girl must be wearing a vibrator in her pussy."

Robert pushed the man aside and yelled, "Garrett hit the button twice. I think it controls the intensity."

Her brother hit the button twice and held it. Jean moaned with the intensity of the vibrations. She stared at her brother as her body writhed under the constant stimulation. When the song ended her brother released the button.

As the next song started, he hit the button three times in a row before holding it. Jean shrieked as the eggs shook against her G-spot. She managed to hold onto the bars as she slid to her knees. Now she was too close to the door and several hands found her body. Men were grabbing her breasts and twisting her nipples. Her brother released the button and Jean jumped to the back of the cage. She held onto the cage and gasped for breath. Her thighs glistened from her pussy juice.

One of the guests yelled, "Damn I want to fuck her now."

Danny yelled, "Hell, I fucked her in Cascadilla Creek the other night. She is a great piece of meat."

Robert yelled, "I fucked her from behind while she sucked off Garrett. Damn that was the best piece of ass I ever had. I think I am in love. I want marry this pussy cat."

Jean stared at her brother. Her heart was pounding. She was excited by the men. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted to be fucked hard. She wanted her brother's beautiful cock in her now. Jean tried to dance to the music, but someone always hit the button. Her movements were more writhing than dancing. Periodically Henry brought her fruit punch to drink. It seemed to pick her up and give her the energy to carry on.




Jean Goes Skinny Dipping



After an eternity of songs and constant stimulation, Jean was frustrated. The eggs never gave her enough stimulation to achieve even a feeble orgasm. She needed someone to caress her clit to bring her release. She was too embarrassed to rub herself. She felt like she was doomed to an eternity of torment from the eggs.

Garrett came back out onto the deck and said, "It's been a great year. Next year should be even better. We are expanding into New York City. The profits could be enough to make all of you rich beyond your dreams. I gave all of you an envelope and asked you not to open them. They all include a bonus, but one of them includes a key to the cage. You can open the envelopes now. I'm going to bed, but you can stay until dawn. Please do not hurt the pussy cat."

Jean screamed, "No! You said I could go home after I danced."

Garrett stepped up to the cage and growled. "I rule through hope and fear. You wouldn't have danced well if you didn't have the hope of returning home soon. My employees fear me, but they all hope for a big reward. So I reward them well if they perform." 

Jean whimpered, "But I danced like you asked."

Garrett laughed, "You shouldn't ever believe me. Besides it's a matter of the greater good. Your needs or the needs of all these guys who work for me. Don't worry I'll make sure you get home in the morning."

Garrett turned and left. Jean sank back against the back of the cage and cried. Her body trembled as her mind filled with dread.

The guys were busy opening their envelopes. There were several shouts of joy at the size of their bonus. Danny didn't seem all too pleased with the contents of his envelope. Finally, one of the men shouted and held a key high in the air. Jean couldn't see who it was until the crowd parted and a short, fat guy in a Hawaiian shirt and shorts swaggered over to the cage. Jean's heart sank when she recognized Hugh, the short, fat cop from the dam. What was this sadistic pig doing at a party for drug dealers?

Hugh said, "I get you first, pussy cat. Are you going to purr for me? As if I give a shit since I always seem to rub a cat's fur the wrong way."

Hugh unlocked the cage and grabbed the chain for Jean's collar. When he opened the cage, Jean backed into the far corner and grasped the bars.

Jean said, "Please, you're a cop. I've been kidnaped. Please, I just want to go home."

Hugh grabbed the cowering girl and attached the chain to her collar. He held the chin next to the collar and rapped her head against the cage.

He growled in her ear, "If you use the word cop again, I'll break your neck. As far as I am concerned you are a whore that Garrett hired. He gave you to me as a bonus. So shut the fuck up!"

When Jean held tight to the cage, Hugh pried her hands from the bars. He tossed her over his shoulder and carried her out to a table littered with trash from the party. Beer bottles and glasses flew to the ground as he cleared the table with a swipe of his hand. He dropped Jean face up onto the table. He secured the chain to a table leg. Jean continued to struggle.

Hugh yelled, "If you guys help hold her, you can have a turn after I'm done."

Jeans hands were pulled over her head and her legs were spread wide. Jean's ass was half off the edge of the table. Her head was hanging over the other side. Hugh stood between her thighs and looked down at her bright red pubic hair. The bright purple paint on her pussy lips provided a target. Hugh unfastened the leather strap holding the eggs inside of the painted girl. He roughly pulled the eggs from her moist pussy and her ass. He ran his fat fingers over her pussy before pushing a fat finger deep inside of her.

Hugh bellowed, "Now, that is what I call a prime pussy."

Jean screamed, "Please I'm not a whore. I'm not even a professional dancer. Garrett kidnaped me. I just want to go home. Please don't do this."

Hugh continued to finger fuck the restrained girl as she squirmed on the table. He pulled a couple of Dexedrine from his pocket and popped them in his mouth. He had been eating them like candy since the party moved out onto the deck. Jean hoped his heart would explode.

Hugh looked at Danny and said, "Be a good boy and get me some snow from the drug table."

Danny came back carrying a hand mirror with two lines of coke. 

Hugh said, OK, Danny boy blow that candy up the girl's nose. I don't want this cunt passing out on us."

Danny took a rolled up dollar bill and loaded it with a line of coke. Jean struggled to escape, but strong hands held Jean's head in place. Danny blew a line up each of her nostrils.

Hugh said, "Now it's time to start the party."

Hugh dropped his shorts and underwear. He grasped his partially erect penis and stroked it as he continued to finger the desperate girl. He slapped his cock against Jean's pussy causing her to cry out again and again.

"Please don't! I'm a good girl. Please no, no, noooo!"

Jean's vagina had been stretched by the egg and Hugh's fat cock easily slid all of the ways in. Hugh grunted over and over as he thrust his short, fat cock into the girl. His fat belly wobbled against Jean's lithe body. The men holding her grabbed her breasts and painfully squeezed the tender flesh. One of the men opened her lips and shoved his penis into her warm mouth. Jean gagged as his musky cock hit the back of her throat.

After a few thrusts, Hugh bellowed as he shot his seed into Jean's vagina. He held his cock in her pussy until it slid out. A mass of cum oozed out of her pussy and down the cheeks of her ass.

Hugh stepped aside and said, "Next."

Jean tried to fight, but she had to struggle for breath as cum squirted against the back of her throat. Coleen's boyfriend Scott replaced Hugh. Scott had the men holding her raise her knees to her chest. He smacked his hand against Jean's ass hard. He drove his cock into the girl's abused pussy and jackhammered it into her core. Jean gasped for breath until another cock replaced the first in her mouth.

Some of the men could not wait their turn and masturbated on her body. Sperm flew over her breasts and stomach. Hands tugged at her nipples. Someone's fingers found her clit and rubbed it firmly. When the cock in her mouth exploded and withdrew, Jean raised up her head. The skillful hand on her clit belonged to her damn brother. Jean had been able to deny the men the pleasure of seeing her orgasm until her brother's clever fingers pushed her over the edge. She had a strong orgasm. After that, she couldn't stop. She had one orgasm after another as her awareness of the cocks using her body became a blur.

Jean kept repeating to herself, "I'll do anything to get home. I just have to endure a couple of hours."

One after another the men used Jean's mouth and pussy. There were enough men that there were always several who had recovered. There was always a line of men with a drink in one hand and a cock in the other. Her brother was almost gentle when he took her. Danny was much rougher with his massive cock.

When the fat cop recovered he stood looking at Jean's ass. Her knees were still pressed to her chest and he had a clear view of her rosebud. He pushed a finger into her ass. Fortunately, it was still filled with lube from the egg. He cruelly twisted his finger around before replacing it with his cock. Jean only made a weak protest as he thrust into her warm back channel. Since he had already cum once, the cop had more stamina. He pounded his short, fat dick into her ass for what seemed an eternity. When he finished, everyone seemed to want to try some ass action.

Danny and Scott placed a long cushion on the floor of the deck. Scott laid down on his back on the pad. Danny carried Jean over to the cushion. He lowered the exhausted girl's body until she was straddling Scott's hips. Danny held the squirming girl as Scott guided his cock into her sloppy pussy. Cum oozed out around his cock and ran down his ass. Danny pushed Jean's torso against Scott's chest and his strong arms held her in place.

Danny knelt behind the impaled girl and pressed his cock against her ass. He pushed hard and the tip of his massive cock burst through her straining sphincter. Jean screamed as Denny kept pushing his long thick cock down her nether channel. Jean had no control as the two men thrust into her body. Danny found her clit and pinched it between his strong fingers. He pulled her clit in rhythm with their thrusting. Jean's body shook over and over as one orgasm blended into the next.

Time passed. Cocks shot their seed into every orifice of her body. Sometimes one, sometimes two and occasionally three cocks abused her body at once. Cum oozed from her ass and pussy. Her body was coated with sticky ropes of semen mixed with sweat. Her hair was a sticky mess. Men drifted away from the party as it ran into the early morning hours. Long periods passed without anyone touching her. Then someone would take one for the road. Eventually only Jean and one other man were left. As the sky lightened with the coming dawn, Jean woke to someone gently fucking her. She moaned as they caressed her tender clit. Soft lips kissed her breasts. Jean raised her hips to meet his thrusts as she felt an orgasm building. She opened her eyes to see her dear brother between her spread legs.

Robert kissed her on the lips as he rocked his beautiful cock into her body. He pulled back and looked into her eyes as he continued his slow fucking. 

He said, "I'm sorry for the way we have treated you. I hope you are all right and that you can forgive me. You are a beautiful creature and I like to get to know you."

Robert gasped as Jean's pussy clenched hard around his aching cock. Jean arched her back as she shared a sweet orgasm with her dear brother. Robert could not withstand the pressure and he shot his seed into his sister's womb.

Robert collapsed onto his sister's chest and she wrapped her arms around his neck. They cuddled for a while. Jean felt safe in her brother's arms. She was surprised when she felt his cock stir against her thigh. She moaned as he caressed her breast and sucked her nipple into his wet mouth. When he was firm, he rolled her onto her side and raised her thigh. He slipped his firm cock into her tender pussy from behind. He couldn't thrust hard in this position, but he moved his cock in her by slowly rocking his body. It took longer, but Jean felt her body warm with passion as her brother caressed her clit. A powerful orgasm grew in her loins that didn't stop once it was released. Jean panted as her body trembled in her brother's tender embrace. Her brother shot another batch of his seed against her cervix.

Robert said, "You make a wonderful cheetah, but I have to see your face."

In one quick movement, he pulled her mask from her head before she could react. Jean gasped as she saw the growing recognition in her brother's face. Her face paint did little to disguise her.

"Jean!? Oh, my god! Oh jeez, I'm ... oh god, oh god, I'm so sorry. Oh shit, I fucked my own little sister!"

Jean tightened her arms around her brother back and cried. Her body shook with sobs as the tension of the last several days melted away.

Jean said, "It's OK Bob. Don't worry. It's not your fault. You didn't know it was me. I love you more than ever."

"Oh shit! I told mom not to worry when she called me. I said you were probably just sleeping over at some guys place. How did you end up as the entertainment at Garrett's party?

"Please just get me out of here before Garrett wakes up. I'll tell you everything later. But right now, we need to get away. I am terrified of Garrett and you should be too. You can't work for him. You'll either end up in jail or dead."

Bob said, "I already had second thoughts. I'm in way over my head. OK, let's get out of here."

Bob helped his younger sister to her feet. He retrieved his clothes from a nearby bench and offered Jean his dress shirt. Jean was exhausted and every part of her body was sore. Her fingers shook too much and Bob had to button it for her. When Jean tried to follow her brother she stumbled. Bob caught his sister and picked her up in his strong arms. The bottom of the shirt rose up when Jean wrapped her arms around her brother's neck. Jean's bright-red, dyed pubic hair was framed by the V at the bottom of the white shirt.

Bob carried her to the front door. When he opened the door, he found his way blocked by one of Garrett's goons.

"Where the fuck do you think you are going with Garrett's girl?"

Jean said, "Garrett said I could leave if I danced at his party."

"I never heard anything about that. Let's step back into the house and I'll see what Garrett says."

The goon locked the front door behind them and called Garrett on the intercom.

Jean grew nervous as they waited in the entryway of Garrett's mansion. After what felt like an eternity, they were summoned to Garrett's office. Garrett did not look pleased as Henry whispered in the drug kingpin's ear. 

Garret growled, "Well, Henry overheard you two lovebirds conspiring against me. Robert, I am pleased to know you love your sister dearly. I'm sure you'll do anything to protect her. Robert, you disappoint me. I made you a very generous offer and you accepted. Now I hear that you want to back out of the deal. I am afraid it is a bit late for that. I've already arranged for you to fly a package to New York in two days. My business and perhaps my life depends on this transaction."

Robert said, "I made the deal before you revealed your true colors. I didn't care what was in your little deliveries. But then you kidnaped my sister and let your dealer's gang bang her. I want nothing to do with your criminal operation."

"Bravo! Now you're a hero and my money isn't good enough for you. Well dickwad, I don't give a crap about what you do or don't want to do. If you want your sister back safe and sound, then I suggest you make the delivery. As soon as you deliver the goods, my customer will wire me the payment. My Kkangpae partners are flying into Ithaca from Korea in two days. They expect to be paid in full. They are even more ruthless than I am. I have no intention of disappointing them so you will make the delivery."

"No, you promised! You said if I danced at your party, you would let me go. Please, I have to go home."

"Well, Jean, however much I hate to let such a beautiful work of art slip through my fingers, I planned to call Minny this morning. However, your dumbass brother makes that impossible. It would seem that your release depends on his delivery. I am sorry, but you will be my guest until I receive payment. You can stay in the guest room undisturbed until your brother completes his agreement."

"Henry, take Jean back to her room and give her a warm bath. Give her something to eat and let her sleep as long as she wants."

"Now Robert, I suggest you go sleep off your night of debauchery. I believe you need to be sober for 24 hours before flying. You'll get a call about the flight details. Now get the fuck out of my sight."

Jean cried from misery and exhaustion as Henry gently bathed her. He offered her breakfast, but she was too despondent to eat. So he tucked her into bed and drew the curtains. She barely stirred when he fastened her neck chain to the bed.

Jean slept around the clock. When she awoke, she was ravenous. Henry had left a note to call him on the intercom whenever she awoke. He appeared carrying a tray overflowing with food. Jean spent the day eating and sleeping. In the late afternoon, she took a long shower. For the most part the soreness that had permeated her body was gone. Jean did her yoga routine and tried not to think about the danger she and her brother were in.

The sun was close to setting when Henry came to her room. Jean was famished and she expected him to bring dinner. Instead, he announced that Garrett wanted her to join him for dinner. There would not be any other guests and she didn't need to wear her tail or mask. Jean's stomach tightened in fear. Henry told her to relax as he brushed her closely cropped hair. 

Henry led her down to the dining room. It was the first time she had been without the neck chain in days. Garrett sat at the end of a long table gazing at a gorgeous view of Ithaca Falls and the setting sun. The table had a second place setting next to Garrett. Henry held out a chair for Jean as Garrett gazed out the window. Henry poured Jean a glass of chilled white wine and asked Garrett if he should serve dinner. Garrett nodded.

Henry returned with two elaborate dinner salads and fresh baked rolls. Jean proceeded to eat in silence. Garrett poked at his food before saying, "I would like to apologize to you for my inhospitable behavior. I have had anger management issues ever since I played pro football. My doctor says I took too many hits to the head. That moron Danny has always been late paying me and I lost it. The only thing he had of value was a piece of art so I took you as payment. I treated you like an object instead of a human being. I am truly sorry for my actions."

Jean said, "Does that mean you are going to let me go home?"

Garrett's face looked pained, but he shook his head and said, "It's unfortunate that your brother is involved in my business, but I cannot let him back out of his commitment. I have overextended my business because I had an opportunity to expand into the city. It is amazing what a lot of fat housewives will pay for Dexedrine to lose weight. Ultimately it will bring in a ton of money but right now I have a cash flow issue. I desperately need your brother to make the delivery so I can pay my Korean partners."

Jean said, "Surely they can wait a couple of days? I would think that they wouldn't want to lose a good customer."

Garrett sighed, "The Kkangpae supply high-quality pharmaceuticals. There is a huge demand for their product. They don't need me to sell everything they have. So they command high prices and expect prompt payment. Koreans are notoriously impatient and the Kkangpae mafia are both impatient and ruthless. There have already been several delays and everything is coming to a head."

Jean said, "Please, will my brother be safe?"

Garrett said, "Your brother does not have to deal with the Kkangpae. I do. That is why I invited you to dinner."

"I don't know what I can do."

Garrett said, "The reason you are here is to take my mind off of tomorrow. You are a beautiful work of art and I feel relaxed when I look at you. Don't worry all I want to do is share dinner with you and talk. Maybe you can tell me about yourself. How did you become Minny's model?"

Jean told Garrett the whole sordid story as he pressed for details. Henry brought out a two plates of veal piccata served over fettuccini. A plate of steamed asparagus accompanied the main course. Henry poured wine throughout the dinner. Jean relaxed as Garrett plied her with questions about her life and aspirations. She even forgot that she was naked. Garrett looked her in the eyes as she talked except for once when she laughed and his eyes were drawn to her jiggling breasts.

Garrett even talked about his life. He had gotten a full scholarship to play football at Penn. He had taken business management classes and had been serious in his studies. His football career ended after way too many hits. As a black man, he had trouble finding employment. He found that being a drug kingpin was a good use of his talents.

When Jean woke the next morning, she knew that today was the day her brother was to fly to New York City. However, she had no idea when he was scheduled to fly. She hoped it was soon. She hoped that Garrett would release her this time. What had he said about 'hope and fear'? The two emotions were all that governed her existence.

Jean asked Henry about her brother's flight schedule when he brought breakfast. He didn't know the exact time but thought it was in the afternoon well before the Korean mafia would arrive. He promised to let her know as soon as Robert departed from Detroit. Henry did know that the flight time was just over an hour and a half. He also knew that Robert was in Detroit awaiting his flight.




Jean Goes Skinny Dipping



Jean had more energy after two days of rest. She asked Henry if there was an exercise room. Henry checked with Garrett and got his approval. He led Jean to an elaborate workout room in the basement. Jean ran for 30 minutes on a treadmill while Henry read a book. He didn't seem at all distracted by Jean's bouncing breasts with their bright red painted nipples.

Jean took a shower and fell into bed for a nap. It was late in the afternoon when she awoke. She walked to the end of her chain and called Henry on the intercom. Henry arrived with a light snack of fruit and New York cheddar cheese. 

When Jean was done with her snack, Henry said, "I have some news on your brother's flight. It has been delayed by thunderstorms. Detroit airport thinks the delay may last several hours. Garrett is getting nervous about receiving the money to pay the Kkangpae on time. He wants to delay them with some entertainment."

Jean said, "No, please. Garrett promised I wasn't to be disturbed."

Henry said, "I'm sorry, but the Kkangpae are ruthless. All of us in this house are in danger including you. You have no choice. Now come with me. Garrett wants to talk to you."

He half dragged her out onto the deck and attached her chain to the deck railing. Garrett was overseeing his goons as they carried a mechanical horse covered with a blanket onto the deck. They positioned it near the head of a long table set for an outdoor dinner. When Garrett was satisfied with the location, he rushed over to Jean.

"OK, OK, I know I promised you could leave after your brother's delivery. I know I promised I wouldn't disturb you again. But your brother's flight is on hold. So it hurts me to insist that you perform for these Korean businessmen. So to show my appreciation I'll pay you a thousand dollars if you help me delay them until your brother makes the delivery. All you have to do is ride this mechanical horse. I'll make sure it is a gentle ride. Koreans are fanatic for cowboy stuff. I figure a naked lady painted like a cheetah riding a horse will distract them for a good couple of hours. I'll ply them with food and drink before your performance."

"Do I have a choice?"

"No, not really. I think they'll kill us all if they suspect that we are jerking them around. The best we could hope for would if they just cut off one of our fingers. So it would be nice if you could make riding the horse interesting. Maybe wave your arm around and whoop it up. You can go back to your room and have some dinner while you wait. Oh, Henry make sure she gets, some Dexedrine. I understand she has slept most of the last two days and she needs to be alert."

Henry led Jean back to her room and chained her to her table. He returned with a tray containing her dinner and a bottle of French red table wine. The main course was a Porterhouse steak with baked potato. Jean loved baked potato with sour cream and chives. Henry had brought an extra bowl of sour cream. Some grilled vegetables completed the offerings. A small plate held two tablets of Dexedrine. 

Jean swallowed the tablets and washed them down with some wine. Jean dug into the large meal. At least the food was good. As usual Henry left her to eat in peace. When she finished, he led her to the bathroom.

When she finished, Henry said, "It's time to get you into your costume."

Jean grimaced as Henry applied lubricant to her ass. He inserted the original butt plug with the attached tail. He handed her the mask before leading the reluctant girl out onto the deck. Garrett and his two goons were sitting with a half dozen Koreans. They didn't look like any businessmen Jean had ever seen. They all had prominent tattoos and they all looked like they were missing their little finger. Dinner had been cleared and the men were enjoying whiskey and cigars. The Koreans were all focused on Garrett as Henry and Jean approached them from behind. The Koreans turned and let out a roar of approval as Garrett pointed out the evening's entertainment.

Henry led Jean to stand next to Garrett. The black giant pulled on her chain until her ear was next to his mouth.

"The last word I have is that your brother's flight will depart soon. We have to entertain them for at least two hours. I don't have to tell you how important your performance is. Don't disappoint me. Whatever you do just smile and do whatever these Koreans ask. They are all armed and they have a reputation for being sadistic killers. If they think we are screwing with them, it will not go well."

A couple of the Koreans spoke English. Their leader gestured to Jean and said, "Garrett you spoke the truth. Indeed, this is an enchanting work of art. What do I call this delightful creature?"

Garrett said, "The cheetah's name is Jean, but you can call her pussy or cat."

"Pretty pussy please step closer."

Jean edged closer to the short but solid Korean. She tried not to focus on the scar that ran from his ear to the corner of his mouth. Garrett stood behind her and maintained a tight grip on her neck chain.

"The pussy cat is shy. Please step closer. I will not bite you now."

Jean stepped closer and the gangster placed his hand on her hip. 

"Ahhh, the painting is exquisite. So detailed and yet so smooth."

Garrett said, "Mr. Song the paint is not permanent, but perhaps you would be so kind as to accept a trio of photographs of her as a sign of our friendship."

Garrett said, "OK, Henry unveil the first one."

Henry was standing next to three covered pictures frames hanging on the wall of the house. Henry uncovered the first one to show Mr. Song a picture of Jean sitting at Garrett's feet while he sprawled on his throne. The painted girl was hugging her knees to her chest.

Mr. Song caressed Jean's hip as he said, "Ah, very nice, but the cat hides her beauty."

Garrett said, "Then you will love the next one," Garrett waved to Henry to unveil the second picture.

Jean gasped as the second photo displayed Garrett pinching a bright red nipple while Jean's fingers were buried in her vagina. Jean's head was tilted back as she wailed in ecstasy.

Mr. Song cupped Jean's pussy as he said, "Oh yes, exquisite. The cheetah is a most exotic creature."

Jean's legs were trembling as Mr. Song's fingers brushed through her bright red pubic hair.

Garrett said, "I hope the third photograph pleases you even more."

Henry drew back the cover on the third picture.

Jean body shook as she whispered, "Oh no. oh my god no."

The third picture showed Jean's head buried in Garrett's crotch. Her brother was kneeling behind her. The picture was taken from the side and clearly showed her brother's cock in her glistening pussy.

Mr. Song sighed. His fingers found Jean's moist vagina and the Korean pushed two of his fat fingers inside the quivering girl. Jean tried to back away, but Garrett held her in place for the Koreans inspection.

"So erotic. Thank you for your most wonderful gift. I will cherish these delightful pictures forever."

Mr. Song turned back to appraise the terrified girl. Before viewing the final picture, he had considered her an exotic work of art. Now his mouth was watering as he thought about how much he desire to fuck the painted girl. Her pussy nectar was flowing down her thighs as his fingers twisted around in her tight pussy. His nostrils flared as he inhaled the aroma of her sex. Mr. Song was turned on by her fear as much as by her beauty. He decided to torment the shaking girl before taking her.

Mr. Song turned to the table and took a fresh cigar from the humidor. He removed his fingers from Jean's pussy and replaced them with the cigar. Jean gasped as the dry tobacco was shoved into her soaking pussy. Mr. Song twisted the cigar in her tight hole before pulling it out. He sniffed the cigar before cutting off the end. He put the end drenched in Jean's pussy juice in his mouth. After he lit the cigar, he lazily blew a cloud of acrid smoke in the girl's face.

"Ah, the only thing better than a cigar is a women's wet pussy. Now if the pussy cat will turn around so that I can inspect how the tail is mounted."

Garrett spun Jean around to present her ass to the Korean. Mr. Song stroked his hands up Jean's butt cheeks. He grasped the tail and tugged.

"Ah, I see it is attached to a butt plug. Please, can I remove it?"

Garrett gave his consent and Mr. Song pulled hard on the tail. Jean shrieked as the butt plug shot from her ass. Mr. Song inspected Jean's gaping back channel. He pushed two fingers inside and twisted them around. Jean moaned and struggled without avail against Garrett's tight grip.

Mr. Song removed his fingers and said, "Now, Garrett, I believe you promised us the pussy cat would entertain us."

Garrett led his guests over to the covered horse and said, "Perhaps you have seen girls ride a mechanical horse in Hollywood movies. Tonight you get to see a naked cheetah ride a mechanical horse. I think you will appreciate it even more since it is a very special mechanical horse.

Mr. Song said, "Excellent Mr. Garrett. Unfortunately, I do not think the young lady is having fun. This provides me a most auspicious opportunity to demonstrate a new product."

Mr. Song clapped his hands and one of his assistants produced two large flasks from a briefcase.

Mr. Song said, "We call this drink Haengbokaeyo, but you may call it happiness drink. This happiness drink is very refreshing. It tastes like fresh strawberries. When someone drinks it, they become very joyful and excited. You will find that your customers will keep coming back for more. Very good for bored American housewives or couch potato husband. Very profitable."

Mr. Song opened one of the liter flasks and offered it to Jean. "Enjoy, please."

Jean shook her head no.

Mr. Song's eyes narrowed. He took Jean's hand and grabbed her little finger. He looked her straight in the eye. He hissed, "Do not refuse me. You will enjoy it very much. Now drink it now or I will be insulted. I will be furious if I am insulted."

Garrett growled in her ear, "You don't worry. The Koreans are not interested in poisoning their customers. I think you had better drink it if you don't want to lose your finger."

Jean reached out a trembling hand, but Mr. Song said, "I will hold it for you. Please do not waste the precious juice."

Mr. Song held the liter flask to Jean's mouth and the reluctant girl began to drink. At least it tasted very pleasant. Mr. Song let her pause to breath after a couple of swallows. He gave her more until she had finished a quarter of the flask. Jean didn't notice any effect. Her heart had been pounding since she had met the Korean gangsters.

Mr. Song said, "Very good. It is a hot and humid night. I think riding the horse will make you thirsty. You can have more to drink later."

Each of Garrett's goons seized Jean by her upper arm when he said, "Jean, my men will help you onto the horse."

Garrett turned to Mr. Song and said, "I think you will find this horse very interesting. It is a new experimental Sybian." Garrett pulled the blanket from the mechanical horse with a flourish.

The original Sybian was designed to provide women with an ideal way to have enjoyable orgasms in the privacy of their home. The woman can get off at any time. The saddle remains motionless and it holds only one dildo. The dildo has four different modes. It can vibrate, thrust in and out, the tip can spin in circles and the shaft can rotate.

The dildo has the same patterns of movement in the experimental model but there the similarity ends. This new Sybian was designed by men intent on exhibiting a women's orgasm for an audience. The rocking and bucking of the saddle were derived from a bar room bucking bull and was intended to show off a woman's bouncing breasts. The wrist restraints were new as well as the ability to squirt lube from the dildos. The ass dildo was another addition designed by a man.

Jean screamed and struggled in the firm grip of Garrett's men when she saw the two large ribbed dildos in the middle of a saddle. The horn of the saddle was covered in fur and mounted close to the front dildo. The stirrups were attached to the saddle with rigid bars and were equipped with straps to restrain the rider's feet. There were wrist restraints attached to the back sides of the saddle as well as on the horn. The Koreans eagerly crowded the horse touching the parts and giving their approval.

Jean moaned, "No please it will tear me apart!"

Garrett said, "Relax Jean. Neither of the dildos is as large as my cock and you managed that one just fine."

Garrett squirted lubricant on the two dildos before instructing his two goons, "Be careful. We need to lower her into place slowly."

Jean squirmed as she continued to protest. The front dildo had brushed against her ass cheek before Garrett positioned it against her vagina.

"OK, now lower her slowly. OK, now hold for a minute so she can adjust."

Jean shrieked as the thick dildo pushed into her wet pussy. Her squirming only helped the dildo to penetrate her better. Jean had never used a dildo in her life and the feel of the cold plastic invading her pussy was repulsive. She dreaded the thought of a second dildo in her ass. Before George, she had never experienced anal sex. The thought had always disgusted her. She was sure that the second dildo looked much longer and thicker than George's cock.

Garrett told his men to lower her more. Jean's ass cringed as the second dildo pressed against the rosebud of her ass. Again Garrett positioned the second dildo before instructing his men to lower her more. The Koreans were chattering excitedly, but they were growing impatient.

Mr. Song said, "Please hurry we do not have all night. Pain can be good."

Garrett said, "Please Mr. Song I think we will be rewarded by a more enthusiastic performance if we take our time to make the proper preparations."

At Garrett's command, the two men lowered Jean's shaking body. The head of the second dildo popped through her sphincter. Jean whimpered as the thick hunk of plastic opened her ass. The two dildos were separated from each other by the thin membrane between her pussy and ass. Her clit was now rubbing against the fur covered saddle horn as they lowered her another couple of inches. The men were having a hard time maintaining their grip on the squirming girl since her body was now covered in sweat. Jean screamed when they slipped and her body plunged down to the seat of the saddle. The two dildos filled her more than Lenny's massive cock even when it had been paired with George's smaller penis in her virgin ass.

Mr. Song said, "At last. The pussy is mounted."

Jean sat slumped over in the saddle. Her breath was coming in short gasps as she strained to adapt to the pressure of the dildos. Her body was dripping with sweat. 

Garrett was aware of the stress he was inflicting on the painted girl and he rubbed her back and shoulders. Gradually Jean's breathing calmed. Mr. Song held the flask of happiness drink to Jean's lips. The impaled girl took the flask from the Korean and drank deeply. She gasped between swallows as she drained the rest of the liter flask. Her heart was pounding harder and her senses swirled in a confused blend of color, sound, and smell. Every nerve in her body pulsated with energy amplifying her every sensation.

Mr. Song said, "Well Garrett it would seem that the product is a success. In our tests, we gave the subject only a cup of the drink. This exotic girl cannot seem to get enough. I will offer you an exclusive right to import it into the eastern United States. We will all be very rich. The only remaining issue is your payment for previous deliveries. We will discuss business after tonight's entertainment is concluded."

While Mr. Song was talking, Garrett's men strapped Jean's feet into the stirrups. They adjusted the length of the stirrups so her body was locked could not escape the dildos. The stirrups were just loose enough to allow her ass to rise above the saddle by an inch or two. The last adjustment pushed the fur covered saddle horn against her clit.

Garrett picked up a remote control that was connected to the base of the horse by a thick cable. He hit a button and the horse began to gently rock back and forth. Jean held onto the horn as her body swayed in the saddle. When the saddle rocked her body forward, her clit rubbed against the fur on the saddle horn.

Garrett showed Mr. Song the control, "This button turns on the rocking motion. The knob next to it controls how fast it rocks. The second button causes the saddle to buck. This joystick causes the saddle to spin around. The more interesting controls manage the dildos. This switch can be rotated to several positions. The first position makes the dildos thrust in and out. The second position makes them vibrate. The third position makes the tips swirl around in a circle. The fourth position makes them rotate in opposite directions while the last position does all four at once. This dial controls how fast the dildos move. The blue button turns on the saddle horn vibrator. The green button squirts warm lubricant out the end of the dildo. Probably a good idea to do that often. Please don't use the red button."

Garrett hit the lube button and turned to Mr. Song and said, "So what should I do first?"

Mr. Song grabbed the control and said, "Let's start with thrusting and bucking.

He turned the switch to the first position and left the speed dial at low. Jean's eyes flew open as the dildos pulsed up and down in her stretched pussy. Jean's arm shot into the air for balance when Mr. Song made the horse buck. Despite the straps on her feet, Jean's hips rose a couple of inches in the air when the horse bucked. Jean's clit mashed against the saddle horn over and over. The ribs on the dildo in her pussy rubbed across her G-spot. Jean moaned as both of her stuffed orifices were over stimulated at the same time.

The Koreans yelled their delight as the painted girl's breasts bounced in rhythm with the bucking horse.

Mr. Song laughed as he turned the dial to make the dildos vibrate. He experimented with making the saddle spin around while it bucked. Jean would have been thrown off of the bucking horse if her feet had not been strapped in. Her upper body flew around wildly as she tried to maintain her balance by waving her hand over her head. Her clit rubbed against the fur covered horn. Jean's pussy and ass contracted around the dildos as she had an intense orgasm. Jean's pussy juices flowed onto the saddle and pooled under her ass before running down her thighs. When the horse bucked, her ass slapped down into a pool of nectar and splashed the Koreans.

Mr. Song increased the rocking speed and moved the switch to the third position. Jean had another orgasm as the dildos swirled in her core. Mr. Song attention was drawn to Henry whispering in Garrett's ear.

Garrett said, "I am sorry, but I have some business I must attend to for just a minute or two. Why don't you continue to have fun while I deal with it? My only request is that you do not harm the girl."

Mr. Song frowned and said, "Perhaps you wouldn't mind if a couple of my men went with you? Perhaps they can be of assistance."

Garrett knew at once that Mr. Song didn't trust him. He agreed to Mr. Song's request and headed to his office. Mr. Song shouted something in Korean and two of his retainers hurried to follow Garrett.

Jean looked at Garrett's retreating back in desperation. She moaned, "Garrett, please don't leave me."

Mr. Song said, "Do not worry yourself, pussy cat. We will take care of you. Perhaps you would like more happiness drink?"

Mr. Song turned off the rocking motion and set the dildos to a slow rotation. He handed Jean the second flask. Her exertion coupled with the heat and humidity made her very thirsty. Jean grasped the flask and drank deeply. The drink was pure ecstasy and a sense of intense pleasure filled her body. She drained the second flask and looked for more. She craved more of the cool, fruity liquid. She quivered as the drug flooded her body. Her brain exploded in a symphony of her senses. The motion of the dildos produced a gentle orgasm that washed over her body.