Bad Seed by Amanda Pierce (Bi sex, Zoo sex-woman/dog, Plant sex, Snuff, D/s, Drugging)


INTRODUCTION

The following story is an erotic fantasy. Erotic to titillate you 
sexually for temporal, harmless enjoyment and entertainment; but it is 
also fantasy, illusions created in the mind for our own private 
amusement. The world of fantasy and the real world are, and should be, 
two separate worlds altogether. In fantasy, we can create people, 
places and events which simply do not belong to, and are not 
appropriate for, the real world. In the real world, we should all 
strive for the basic human values which reality dictates: love, truth, 
dignity, responsibility, compassion, fairness and respect. These are 
the qualities by which we should strive to live. Enjoy fantasy by all 
means, but never confuse it with reality.


CHAPTER ONE

"I'm afraid the news is not good, Mrs. Tyler."

The specialist sat across the desk from the anxious couple. He fingered 
the pen in his hand nervously, a mannerism which surfaced whenever he 
had to be the herald of unwelcome news.

"As you know we ran the tests a second and then a third time so there 
could be no doubt. The results are conclusive. The disease is no longer 
in remission."

Martin Tyler squeezed his wife's hand. Their eyes met, sharing the fear 
they had experienced previously and the resignation which now seemed 
unavoidable.

"There is no possibility of a...?" asked Renee Tyler.

"Mistake? I can't imagine how," the doctor replied. "As I said, we ran 
the tests three times. Besides, you've told me this is not the first 
clinic to run these tests."

"Actually, doctor, this is the fifth clinic we have visited. They have 
all told us the same thing," the husband said with a sigh.

"I'm afraid we just don't know very much about Progeria," the 
specialist continued, "Actually, in one sense you have been lucky, Mrs. 
Tyler. You were diagnosed at age three. Normally the disease progresses 
very rapidly causing premature aging and few live past their teens. For 
some unaccountable reason, your case went into remission at a very 
early stage. To have lived to the age of thirty-two, showing no outward 
signs of the disease is quite remarkable."

"And there is nothing you can do?" she asked without hope.

"I'm sorry. As I'm sure you have been told by the other doctors who 
examined you, there is no cure. We can provide you with a drug regimen 
designed to delay the onset and make you more comfortable once the 
disease becomes symptomatic, but beyond that, there is little we can 
do."

"How long?" she asked.

"Your case is unusual in that the disease rarely goes into remission, 
so there is no way to be precise with an estimate. However, I think 
it's safe to say that major symptoms will appear within a matter of 
weeks. Your body will age at a rate eight to ten times normal. The 
lines around your eyes and mouth are the first telltale signs that the 
disease is viable"

Renee's fingers went to her eyes and mouth feeling for what she had 
already seen, all too evidently, in the mirror.

"At the rate of progression we have seen so far, I would say anywhere 
from a year to perhaps three."

Martin looked to his wife. Renee had always been exceptionally 
beautiful. In undergraduate school she had won several beauty contests 
and been first runner up in the Miss Arizona Pageant. Her radiant blue 
eyes and short honey golden hair set her apart immediately, as did her 
centerfold figure. Besides the classic beauty of her face, she had 
always felt her breasts and legs were her best features. Her calves 
were curvaceous without seeming muscular and flowed smoothly into tight 
thighs and full but firm hips. Her breasts were full, but beautifully 
proportioned to her tiny waist. She had always watched her diet closely 
and worked out at least and hour each day in aerobics or jogging, 
taking no small pride in her appearance.

But in the last few weeks, she had noticed the facial lines, the 
breasts showing just a hint of sagging, the tautness leaving her legs 
and her skin losing its elasticity and beginning to show wrinkles. For 
any other woman her age, these signs would be unwelcome, but accepted 
with resignation. But for Renee, the rapidity with which the symptoms 
had appeared, teamed with her own vanity, added up to nothing short of 
catastrophe. She was still a singularly attractive woman. The 
difference now was that others, instead of remarking "what a beautiful 
thirty-two year old", would probably be remarking, "what an attractive 
forty-five year old."

"But..." she started, grasping for straws.

"Mrs. Tyler, you and your husband must, of course, decide for 
yourselves what you will do now. But if I might be allowed an opinion, 
I would spend the time you have left sharing time with each other, your 
friends and loved ones. Travel, do things you've always wanted to do. 
Make the time you have remaining really count."

"Easy for you to say, Doctor. You're not the one who's going to look 
old and feeble before your time with everyone staring at you as some 
kind of oddity."

"Mrs. Tyler, although the onset will occur over a relatively short 
period of time, it will not be as noticeable in an adult as it would in 
a child."

"Perhaps not for you," she said, rubbing the age spots now covering the 
backs of her hands.

"I am truly sorry. I wish there was more I could do."

"So do I, Doctor," she said with both sarcasm and resignation as she 
and her husband rose to leave.

"Honey, shouldn't we get you started on that medicine?" asked her 
husband.

"Maybe you've given up, but I haven't!" she answered turning on her 
heel and heading for the door.


CHAPTER TWO

The drive home was largely silent with Martin encouraging Renee to take 
the doctor's advice. Yet his suggestion of a world cruise was simply 
met with stony silence. Since he was a highly successful industrialist 
and his inheritance had amounted to a small fortune, money had never 
been a concern for the couple. In fact, it was a major factor in 
Renee's willingness to marry a man twenty years her senior.

Martin was a reasonably handsome man and also kept fit with a regimen 
of diet and exercise. He continued to lead an active life, but his hair 
was naturally streaked with gray and his face was far more deeply 
etched than hers. Of course she reminded him that it could almost be 
considered a compliment to refer to a man's face as weathered and many 
men with such faces were often referred to as ruggedly handsome. Rugged 
or weathered were not descriptions an ex-beauty queen would want to 
hear applied to her, especially one who's only real accomplishment in 
life had been to posses a beautiful face and body and to attract and 
marry a millionaire.

She looked over at her husband as he turned off the freeway, wondering 
to herself what she could have seen in him. The answer was obvious, 
money. Oh, she thought, he was a decent sort and kind, but certainly 
not the dashing and romantic figure she had hoped for. He was, of 
course, madly in love with her and had indulged her every whim. That 
part of the marriage was one in which Renee was perfectly content, but 
he was unremarkable in bed and she had tired of his lovemaking early in 
the marriage. She still took him to her bed occasionally, especially 
when he had just showered her with an expensive present of some sort, 
but, for Renee, it was more a debt to be repaid than sexual desire. His 
predictability and lack of imagination in bed had led to her taking a 
lover less than a year into their marriage. Although experienced with 
men when they were married, Renee had found early on that she actually 
preferred women. Team that with women's superiority in being discrete 
and the fact that she could assuage her conscience somewhat knowing her 
lovers were female, and Renee had now become quite comfortable in 
having women provide the eroticism and physical release she wanted. 
Martin had discovered her affairs but when she then confronted him with 
a choice, her and the lovers or nothing, he backed down, especially 
when she promised discretion. The secret had been theirs ever since.

"What about Rio?" he asked. "You've always loved Rio, or the Riviera. 
Remember that Summer we spent there, how you loved the beaches?"

"Do you really think I'm anxious to go back to nude beaches now?"

His eyes dropped.

"I was just remembering what a great time you had. I thought we might 
try to recapture some of those good times. I'll...I'll even try to find 
Maria," he said lovingly although the memory for him was not 
pleasurable.

Maria was a beautiful Argentine coed they had met in Rio. She and Renee 
had spent most of the two week vacation in each others' company and 
beds.

"With a body like I have now?"

"Honey, you're still the most beautiful woman in the world to me, but 
there are lots of other things to do and see."

"Martin, you're a dear, but right now I want to focus my attention on 
beating this thing, not giving in to it. For one thing I want to find 
out more about that plant in Africa your anthropologist friend was 
telling us about."

"But, Honey, he told us that was only a legend."

"Not exactly. He also said that most legends have their roots in 
reality."

"Yeah, but a "Fountain of Youth" tree? Surely we don't want to waste 
precious time on something as hair brained as some African tribal 
myth."

"Martin, you have a life expectancy of another twenty-five to thirty 
years -- mine is three at the most. I can't believe you would deny me 
the chance to explore anything which might not only give me a chance to 
live a normally long life, but restore what this dreadful disease is 
taking from me."

Renee had pushed exactly the right button, his sense of guilt was 
suddenly strong.

"Of course, Honey. You know I just want what's best for you. I'll call 
him as soon as we get home."


CHAPTER THREE

"Are you sure you won't come to dinner with me?" she asked.

"Not if I'm going to get this information you wanted," he replied. 
"Besides, I have a feeling that outfit is intended for someone besides 
me."

She was stunning in a tight evening gown with lots of cleavage and 
slits up the sides which showed all of her still gorgeous legs.

"I may be late and... uh... I may not be alone."

"OK," he said with a tired resignation.

He had learned to accept Renee's sexual appetite but that didn't mean 
he had to like it. Sometimes Renee would find someone, like Maria, who 
could maintain her interest over several weeks, but most of her lovers 
were one night stands and Martin especially disliked the way they were 
simply discarded when she grew tired of them. He was aware that her 
love for him did not equal his for her and he sometimes felt both 
guilty and troubled in recognizing that it was primarily his money 
which was keeping her with him. Yet he still loved her with all his 
heart and knew that he wanted nothing more than to see her happy. Which 
led to...

"May I speak with Dr. Ackerman, please."

Martin had tried Ben's home address first, but after chatting with his 
wife briefly, she informed him that his long time friend was working 
late at the university and could be reached at his office.

The voice on the other end asked him to hold a moment, that the 
anthropologist was in the museum and that he would forward the call.

"Hello, Ben Ackerman here."

"Ben, it's Martin."

"Martin, good to hear from you again. How's Renee?"

"That's why I'm calling Ben. The disease has definitely broken 
remission and is progressing rapidly. The doctors give her one to three 
years."

"Oh God, Martin, I'm so sorry to hear that and I know Christine will be 
too."

Martin smiled tiredly. Renee had seduced Ben's wife two years ago. 
Christine had fallen madly in love with Renee and willingly become her 
plaything. Renee had introduced her to group and sadomasochistic sex. 
The anthropologist's wife had become a sex slave to more than a dozen 
men and women. To this day she was on beck and call to the group, often 
spending entire weekends providing perverted sexual pleasures to the 
group and their friends. This had made for some creative explanations 
at times, but the anthropologist remained totally ignorant of his 
wife's activities. Renee had disclosed that only this past weekend, 
Christine had spent a night at an exclusive estate performing fellatio 
on and being mounted by a number of large dogs for the amusement of her 
masters. Martin often fought with himself as to whether to tell his 
friend, but Renee assured him that Christine was happy with her secret 
life and telling Ben would probably only serve to break up the marriage 
making them both miserable.

"Ben, some time ago, you mentioned a plant or tree of some sort in a 
remote African society."

"Martin, you're not serious! The Mabuka tribe is real and yes, they 
have a legend about the Luaki Tree, but it's just that, legend."

"But you said there had been some expeditions."

"Well, yes. Anderson in '52 and Greenwald in '77, but all they brought 
back were stories the tribesmen had shared with them about a tree that 
renews life in the village Chieftess. My own expedition three years ago 
actually located the village and I talked with the Chieftess who 
claimed to be almost two hundred years old. But every village has its 
legends and myths and medicine men and women who make exorbitant 
claims!"

"Isn't it possible..."

"Martin, don't waste you time. If Renee has only three years at the 
most, you should be spending them with her and not going on wild goose 
chases."

"Actually, I'm inclined to agree with you, but she's desperate, Ben. I 
don't think she will ever forgive me if I don't at least try. Besides, 
you know how persuasive she can be."

Martin harbored no resentment in the fact that Ben had been one of 
Renee's early conquests. The anthropologist had no idea that Martin 
knew she had seduced him one night when he had dropped over to see 
Martin who was out at the time. Men, women, it made little difference. 
They all found Renee irresistible.

"Maybe I could make some contacts for you, see if there is any new 
information."

"I don't think you understand, Ben. I intend to go find this tree!"

"What! You intend to go there yourself?"

"Yes and I want you to come with us."

"Me? but..."

"Look. You probably know more about this tribe than any white man. 
You've been there, you speak the language. They know you, wouldn't feel 
threatened with you there."

"Martin, I know a few phrases in Mabuka, but aside from that, do you 
have any idea how much an expedition like this would cost?"

"Ben, since when have I ever had to worry about costs?"

"But I can't just pack up and go. The semester isn't over for another 
five weeks."

"I'm sure it will take most of that time to make the necessary 
preparations. We'll leave the day you finish."

"But..."

"Come on Ben, it's an opportunity for you to get back there, do follow-
ups to your original visit, collect new information; and for Renee, at 
least a chance!"

"I just don't want the both of you to be disappointed when this turns 
out to be nothing but a cock and bull story."

"Believe me, I won't be surprised at all and maybe, just maybe, it will 
convince Renee to stop hoping for miracles so the two of us can spend 
what little time we have left together."

"You know this is crazy."

"Yes, I know."

The anthropologist could not deny that a return trip to the Mabuka 
would be fascinating. He also had to admit that the funding for such a 
return trip would probably not be forthcoming from grants or university 
funds and he also felt a stab of guilt for his fall from grace with 
Renee and figured he perhaps owed it to his friend, if not his very 
attractive and seductive wife.

"OK, let me start making some arrangements."

It was a little after one when Martin heard the women on the stairs. He 
opened his bedroom door slightly and saw them as they neared the 
landing. Renee and two black teenagers, both also well dressed and 
quite attractive. He knew Renee had experimented with girls as young as 
fifteen and women as old as fifty-two but she seemed to prefer women 
her own age. These two must be very special he thought, for it had been 
some time since she had favored those so young. His assessment was not 
long in being verified as the three began walking down the hallway 
toward Renee's room. They stopped as Renee reached down to kiss the 
girl in the short red evening dress. As she did the other teen, dressed 
in black pulled up her own dress to reveal a sight which startled the 
older man. The girl was a hermaphrodite. As Renee and the other girl 
continued kissing, this girl pulled up Renee's dress and eased her cock 
into his wife's anus. Renee simply moaned and thrust back to take it 
more deeply. Now it was the girl in red's turn. She shrugged out of her 
own dress revealing a physiology identical to her friend's. Renee's 
head went back and her mouth flew open as her vagina was entered from 
the front. Sandwiched between them as they filled her repeatedly, Renee 
experienced multiple orgasms. The two were not done with her however 
until they too reached ecstasy filling her with ejaculate. She turned 
and kissed the girl who had been filling her rectum and the three 
hurried to her room, obviously aroused and ready for more.

Martin quietly closed the door and returned to bed.


CHAPTER FOUR

The next few weeks were spent in preparation for the safari. Ben 
Ackerman made most of the arrangements for equipment, supplies and 
itinerary including a guide to meet them in Brazzaville. Martin handled 
the finances. They agreed on a six week trek to get to the Mabuka 
village, check out the miraculous native claims, give the 
anthropologist a chance to do some follow-up studies and return.

Martin and Renee invited Ben and Christine for dinner two nights before 
they were scheduled to leave. The meal finished, they sat talking about 
the trip.

"Honey, I still don't think it's a good idea for you to come. It's 
going to be some pretty rough traveling," Martin said to Renee.

"Nonsense! I have gone almost everywhere else in the world with you, 
why not to the Congo?"

"I... I just thought that in your condition..."

Already the lines were deeper in her face and Renee showed signs of 
slowing down. Since the night she had spent with the two black 
hermaphrodites she had "entertained" only two other women. Martin knew 
she was losing stamina. She had cut back on her charitable and social 
functions as well. Just last week she had declined an invitation to an 
art museum opening, something she would never have considered before, 
especially since the museum director was a woman Renee had had her eye 
on for some time. She had scaled back on her exercises as well. The 
disease was obviously progressing even faster than the doctors had 
anticipated.

"I want to go, Martin. It's my life which is on the line. If this is to 
be my last trip so be it, but I want to go out fighting."

"Then you'll need someone to care for you, Renee," injected Ben. 
"Martin's right. it's an arduous trip."

"I've got it!" cried Martin. "Christine, why don't you come with us? It 
would be lots of fun. You and Ben could share the trip together and you 
could be a companion for Renee!"

"Me?" exclaimed the startled blonde. "But I've never been on safari. 
Why I've never even gone with Ben on any of his expeditions!"

"All the more reason to go then!" Urged Martin.

"But... but..."

"Yes, Chris, come with us, with me," encouraged Renee.

"But I've got that fund raiser for cancer coming up next month. I'm 
chairperson and..."

"I bet Linda Slaven would step in for you. She was chair last year and 
did a great job," said Renee.

"Well, I could ask..." said Christine, warming to the idea.

"OK, now let's go upstairs and leave the intrepid explorers to make 
their plans while we make ours," laughed Renee.

As the women walked up the stairs, Ben turned to Martin.

"It's a mistake to take women on this trip."

"Is it dangerous?"

"We can minimize the actual danger. We won't be going into pygmy 
territory, but as I said before, it's a long hard trip. The helicopter 
will set us down just a few kilometers away from the village, but the 
terrain is jungle and the going is slow and difficult."

"You heard Renee. There is just no talking her out of it. Of course, if 
you'd rather that Christine didn't go..."

"No, I'm afraid those two have probably got their plans made by now. I 
just hope we don't regret bringing them along."

Martin smiled.

"You've got to admit, they will make things a lot more interesting," he 
said reaching to answer the ringing phone.


"It's been so long!" breathed Christine as Renee slipped her hands 
under the woman's sweater and began fondling her breasts. They had 
turned right instead of left at the head of the stairs and proceeded to 
the guest bedroom at the end of the hall where it was quiet and they 
were unlikely to be disturbed.

They kissed again, Christine drinking from Renee's sweet lips and 
mouth.

"I heard you have been serving your new masters well. I am proud of you 
Christine."

"Thank you," came the quiet reply as the eyes cast downward in 
subservience.

"I also heard how you entertained them at the Kinser estate."

The blonde's eyes widened in shock.

"But they said they'd never tell..."

"It's all right Christine. I have never really given up ownership of 
you to them, simply allowed them to borrow you. Since you still belong 
to me, they had little choice but to tell me what they had done to my 
property."

Renee sat in a chair facing the anthropologist's wife.

"Now tell me Christine, tell me what they had you do."

"They... they had me... take off all my clothes."

"Why don't you do that for me, Christine?"

Slowly, the house wife began by shedding her sweater and stepping out 
of her shoes. She next unbelted her skirt which fell, revealing only 
pantyhose and a crotchless thong as she had been instructed to wear by 
her masters. She deftly unhooked her bra, letting it fall from her 
shoulders and slowly worked the other undergarment down and over her 
hips until she stood nude in front of Renee Tyler.

"Very nice, Christine. Since you started those exercises I showed you, 
your hips and breasts are much firmer."

"Thank you Ma'am."

"Now my pet, what did they have you do next?"

"They sat in chairs while I got on my hands and knees and pleasured 
them with my mouth."

"Show me," ordered Renee hiking up her dress and baring her nest.

Christine went to her knees and her lips found those of her mistress' 
nest.

"Deeper, Christine, deeper!" implored Renee as the blonde's tongue 
drove past her labial lips and sought her pleasure mound.

"Ah, yes, just like that! You have a wonderful tongue my dear little 
Christine! Faster, faster!"

Christine felt the vagina tighten slightly then release and the flow of 
Renee's orgasm was intensely sweet.

"Now darling, tell me more."

"They... they brought in... dogs."

"And?"

"And I... I brought them to erection using my mouth."

"Show me dear."

"But there are no..."

"Open the bathroom door," suggested Renee.

Christine had no more than begun to open the door, when a large 
Labrador came bounding into the room.

"Especially for you," smiled Renee. "Since I could not attend the 
festivities at the Kinser's, I wanted you to give me a private 
performance."

"But..."

"Yes, Christine?"

"Of course, Ma'am," answered the blonde, realizing her defilement and 
debasement suffered at the hands of her other masters was to be 
repeated.

She calmed the dog by petting and rubbing and as he lay down, her hands 
began roaming further and further underneath until the magnificent 
animal raised his hind leg so she could hold his penis which was 
unsheathing itself. A few strokes and his penis was exposed full and 
beginning to grow. Christine looked to Renee who simply smiled 
expectantly. The house wife lowered her head and closed her eyes as her 
lips found the dog's shaft. Her mouth opened and she took his shaft far 
into her throat and began the sucking and licking which would bring the 
response she knew Renee wanted. It did not take long. In moments the 
animal was fully erect and anxious to couple.

"What came next?" asked Renee smiling slightly at the pun.

"The dog... the dog... mounted me while I pleasured each guest again 
with my mouth."

"Do it!" commanded Renee.

Christine released the dog long enough to go to all fours and once 
again begin to use her tongue on Renee. The dog was on her almost 
immediately, humping wildly.

"Help him Christine," instructed Renee.

The blonde reached back, found the thrusting shaft and guided it to her 
vagina.

"This is wicked," said Christine as she felt the long shaft enter her 
nest and begin thrusting.

"Yes, it is, isn't it," smiled Renee as she orgasmed into the pretty 
blonde's mouth.

"Damned bad luck!"

"Yes," answered Martin, "can you get another guide on this short a 
notice?"

The phone call had been a relayed message to Ben that the guide he had 
contracted with had been involved in an accident and broken a leg, thus 
having to cancel his agreement.

"Probably not. I'll try tomorrow but on such short notice..."

"Should we delay the trip?" asked Martin.

"No, all the other arrangements have been made. I can get us to the 
Mabuka village since the chopper will set us down pretty close. It's 
just that you always feel better having an experienced guide along."

"Well, the two of us have read our share of maps and roughed it when we 
had to. Remember those Alaskan trips we took?"

"Yeah, we can do it on our own, but I'm still going to try to line up a 
guide if at all possible."

"Please Renee!"

"No Christine, you're his bitch now and if he wants to tie with you, 
that's his privilege."

The blonde released the shaft she had been holding to keep the dog's 
knot out of her. His thrusting became even more excited and she felt 
the knot penetrate her vagina. His paws were clutching her tightly as 
he rammed her full with an especially vigorous thrust.

"Please Renee, he's starting to swell!"

"No more whining Christine! Give him what he wants and give me what I 
want!" exclaimed Renee, pulling the house wife's head back between her 
legs.

The blonde began moaning as her vagina was filled and stretched by the 
huge knot. Renee orgasmed again, excited by the pain and eroticism of 
seeing her slave taken as an animal.

"He's too big! I can't..." cried the blonde who nevertheless sank her 
tongue into Renee's tender, sweet nest again.

The dog thrust even harder and faster now, reaching deeper in the young 
woman than any man ever had.

"Oh... Oh... OH!" she cried in gasps before her tongue sank into Renee 
once more.

"Oh God! He's coming Renee! He's coming in me!"

She felt the hot canine seed fill her womb as the knot distended to its 
maximum, sealing her to receive his sperm.

"Yes, so am I!" cried Renee, climaxing again into the warm, wet mouth 
as Christine felt her own orgasms sweep over her in multiples.

As Renee sat back to catch her breath, she pushed Christine gently back 
to the floor. Still tied, the blonde put her head to the floor as her 
mistress directed and felt the dog's ejaculate seep deeper inside her. 
Renee seemed especially amused when the dog, in his efforts to 
withdraw, stepped across Christine with one leg so they were now mated 
rear to rear and began dragging the hapless house wife across the floor 
by her vagina.

It was another twenty minutes or so before the dog could finally 
withdraw, Christine collapsing on the floor in exhaustion and pain. 
However, Renee was not through and insisted the wife take him anally as 
well. Again the blonde performed fellatio on the dog and again went to 
her knees, this time keeping her head on the floor as the monstrous 
shaft violated her small dark orifice. Since she provided him an even 
smaller, tighter and more satisfying target this time, the dog quickly 
climaxed, as did the blonde house wife. The dog then withdrew, her anal 
opening simply being too small to accommodate his knot.

At Renee's flick of the finger, Christine put the dog back in the guest 
bathroom and closed the door. She sat on the floor at Renee's feet and 
put her head in her mistress' lap.

Renee leaned back in the chair exhausted. Just a few weeks ago the 
activities of the last few minutes would have served only as an 
appetizer for a full night of debauchery, but now, her energy gone, she 
simply ran her fingers lightly through Christine's hair.
"You like being taken by animals, don't you?"

"It's the most vile and disgusting thing I have ever done," replied the 
blonde.

"Yet you orgasmed."

"Yes," said Christine her eyes not able to hold Renee's, "as his knot 
grows inside me, I revile myself for coupling with him, yet, at the 
same time, it is the most exciting and erotic experience of my life. 
Since you are my mistress and I am your slave, I do what you want. You 
want me to mate with the dog, so I do. I can therefore absolve myself. 
I am simply doing as I am commanded, therefore I can brush aside my 
guilt and focus on the pleasure of feeling a shaft penetrate where Ben 
never has. There are no words to describe how excited it makes me to 
get on my knees and await that first penetration, knowing it is a dog 
violating me, knowing I have simply become his bitch. I experience both 
agony and intense pleasure as my vagina is filled by his knot and it 
stretches me wider and wider until instead of screaming, I orgasm, 
especially when I feel his hot semen shoot into my womb."

"How many dogs mounted you at the Kinser's?"

"Eleven. They brought all the dogs in together so they could see me 
being mounted and would already be excited by the time it was their 
turn. They started with the smallest and progressively worked up in 
size. I would suck on one's cock while the other was mounting me. As 
soon as one would orgasm and finally be able to dismount, then the one 
in my mouth would take its place."

"And did they all tie with you?"

"Yes, all. The smallest was a border Collie, the largest was a Saint 
Bernard."

"And did you orgasm?"

"Yes, twelve times. Once with each dog and there was a Doberman that 
kept taking me again and again. I came twice with him."

"Well, Christine," chuckled Renee, "for a house wife from the Midwest 
with a conservative religious upbringing, I'd say you've come a long 
way."

Again she smiled at her pun.

"And how would you feel about other animals?" asked Renee.

"The Kinser party was the first time I ever did anything with an 
animal, so dogs are the only animal I've..."

"Well, we are going to Africa, you know. I hear gorillas get pretty 
large."

There was a sudden gasp from the blonde.

"Just kidding, Christine, just kidding," smiled Renee although there 
was a mischievous glint in her eye.


CHAPTER FIVE

Ben was unable, in the short time remaining before they left, to make 
arrangements for a guide. They therefore agreed to try again once they 
arrived in Brazzaville. The transatlantic flight was uneventful and two 
days later the two couples were quartered at a small but comfortable 
hotel in the Congolese capital.

The jet lag had been especially hard on Renee who had slept the clock 
around after their arrival, but who still sported dark circles under 
her eyes. Martin could see almost daily degeneration in his wife's 
condition.

"Honey, don't you think it best if you stayed here and rested."

"No. I told you I was coming on this trip and I meant all the way. I'll 
turn in early. One more night's rest and I'll be ready."

"Are you sure, Renee?" asked Ben. "The last few kilometers are going to 
be slow going. We'll probably have to cut our way through jungle and 
there are hills to climb."

"Trying to scare me off?" asked Renee.

"Frankly, yes. I just don't think you're in any kind of shape for 
what's ahead. Christine, would you mind staying with..."

"Never mind! Christine and I are coming with you and that's that!" 
Renee interrupted.

Ben and Martin looked at each other. Neither agreed with the 
industrialist's wife, but neither was going to match wills with her 
either.

Ben did manage to find a local tribesman who spoke Mabuka and although 
his English was fractured at best, Ben thought it was far better than 
his Mabuka, so he had contracted for the native to accompany them as 
translator and guide. Ben also made contact with the helicopter pilot 
who would fly them out in the morning.

Renee and Christine did a bit of shopping but Renee soon tired so they 
returned to the hotel where Christine amused Renee by stripping and 
masturbating with a wooden phallic symbol they had bought at the 
market.

After supper they all turned in early, for tomorrow the real journey 
would begin.

Christine took an instant dislike to Raluu the guide/Interpreter as he 
kept leering at her with a lecherous grin accentuated by two missing 
front teeth. When she complained to Ben, he did rearrange the seating 
so the guide was separated from Christine as far as possible, but 
basically told her to ignore him. The helicopter pilot was a white 
South African, an ex-military chopper pilot who was now doing free 
lance contract flying for hunters and tourists, sort of an African 
equivalent to the Alaskan bush pilot except for the fact that he was 
also known to smuggle contraband in and out of the country on occasion 
when the money was right.

The flight from Brazzaville to Ewo was noisy as the old converted Huey 
did not afford much luxury. However they were all glad to see that 
Renee weathered the trip without too much fatigue. While the chopper 
was being refueled and additional supplies taken aboard, Ben and Martin 
checked again with both the chopper pilot and their guide to pinpoint 
the location of the village, their drop point and schedule for return.

"Looks to be about ten klicks," Ben said to Martin estimating from the 
map the distance from the drop off point to the village.

"Yeah, not quite as far as we expected. That's good news. Any walking 
we can save Renee will be welcomed."

"I wish we could get closer, but there just are no clearings large 
enough to set the chopper down in, plus I don't want to spook the 
villagers. This is a very primitive tribe. My first visit was the first 
whites they had ever encountered in their village. They seemed friendly 
enough and I left on good terms with them, but I would rather walk in, 
giving them plenty of time to know we are coming. They probably don't 
like strangers dropping in unannounced any better than we do."

Martin nodded agreement. The five passengers once again strapped 
themselves in and the helicopter ascended to deliver them into the 
jungle.

As the whomp, whomp whomp of the rotor blades faded in the distance, 
the two husbands conferred with the guide, strapped on the backpacks 
and canteen belts and, agreeing on direction, set out for the Mabuka 
village. The going was easy at first, fairly even ground and underbrush 
which was easily brushed aside or walked over, but within thirty 
minutes they were into the jungle hacking their way through growth that 
impeded their every step. The guide went ahead to scout and establish 
the better routes through the dense undergrowth with Ben and Martin 
trying to make the trek a bit easier for the women who followed.

They took frequent breaks for Renee who, despite her fatigue, insisted 
she did not want to hold them up. As the day wore on however, their 
pace slowed considerably as the wife of the industrialist simply could 
not keep up. Christine held her hand and led her. Sometimes the blonde 
would put her arm around Renee's waist to steady her as she teetered.

By nightfall, Ben estimated their progress had been only three to four 
kilometers, but while not as much as they would have hoped, it still 
meant only an extra day or two beyond their original estimate. The camp 
was sparse. They built a fire and the meal was spartan but nourishing. 
Renee was asleep within minutes of finishing the meal. Christine was 
not so lucky however, as she spent a great portion of the night 
restless with the knowledge that Raluu was looking at her constantly 
with that lecherous grin.

They got an early start the next morning and despite the fact that 
there were ravines and some hilly areas, their progress was quite good. 
Renee was in good spirits and actually urged them on. Christine had 
spoken to Ben again and he in turn had had words with the guide who 
proclaimed his innocence, but twice Christine caught him stealing 
glimpses of her and remained uncomfortable. The afternoon was a 
different story as a jungle storm dumped over two inches of rain before 
swiftly moving out of the area. They were able to take shelter under 
the canopies of the huge densely leaved trees, but the ground became 
soaked which made footing difficult. Renee was beginning to tire as 
well and twice she slipped and fell despite Christine's best efforts to 
help. Yet by sundown, the three men were agreed they would make the 
Mabuka village by tomorrow afternoon.

It was mid afternoon of the following day when they first made contact. 
The three native men appeared from nowhere and confronted them, spears 
held at the ready. Ben had the guide explain who he was and that he had 
brought friends to visit with his tribal brothers. This seemed to put 
them at ease as the men with coal black skins smiled and offered to 
show them the way to the village. The tribesmen, much to the chagrin of 
Christine, gave her the same looks she had been afforded by their guide 
and seemed quite animated on the walk back to the village, talking and 
gesturing rapidly and turning to look at her frequently.

An hour later they entered the primitive village composed of about two 
dozen bamboo and thatch huts arranged in a roughly circular pattern 
around a cleared central area where a communal fire was kept ablaze. It 
was obvious that making fire was either beyond them (perhaps they would 
"preserve" fire from lightning strikes) or at best was difficult, so 
the communal fire was kept constantly ablaze. It served for cooking and 
as a means to ward off dangerous animals of the jungle.

Again Christine seemed to garner the rapt attention of virtually every 
villager as they entered the small tribal community. Most seemed to 
first stare at her blonde, almost white hair, then at her body which 
made her all the more uncomfortable and actually raised a pang of 
jealousy or two in Renee.

The men and women of the village worn loincloths of crude fibrous 
material, the women's breasts swinging freely as they walked. They were 
led to a hut slightly larger than the others and told to wait outside.

In a few moments a small, elderly women, perhaps in her eighties, 
appeared. As she did, the other villagers fell back in reverence. It 
was obvious this was the village chieftess. Her eyes too, widened as 
she caught sight of Christine's hair but when she saw Ben, she broke 
into a wide grin and spoke rapidly in tones of welcome which needed no 
translator.

Ben uttered a few phrases introducing Renee, Christine and Martin to 
the woman as he reached into his back pack. He withdrew a box of 
chocolate candy and presented it to her, having the guide translate 
more precisely that this was a special treat he had brought to her from 
his village. She immediately tore into the box and tasted one of the 
delights.

A grin spread across her face, then she unexpectedly gave the box of 
candy to the several children who were watching the visitors with much 
interest. They quickly devoured the candy, but not before equally 
dividing it among themselves.

"They are a society built on the concept of sharing," Ben told the 
others. "They share everything including each other. There are no 
marriages here. They live with each other until they feel the need for 
someone else. They trade huts as well as bed partners frequently. Only 
the Chieftess has her own hut. The children are raised by the entire 
village. Their infant mortality rate is extremely high, so they 
procreate with great regularity."

Renee and Christine saw what Ben meant as every woman in the village 
was in some stage of pregnancy or nursing.

"Tell her I have brought other gifts for my friends the Mabuka," Ben 
said to the guide.

The native's phrases were followed by those of the Chieftess. Raluu 
then turned back to Ben.

"She is pleased you have brought gifts, but first she wishes you and 
your friends to eat with them."

Ben knew enough Mabuka to thank her for her hospitality.

The meal was simple and without ceremony. They all sat around the 
central fire and partook of a meat that, while quite good, Renee and 
Christine both agreed they did not want identified.

During the meal Ben asked if they might talk with the chieftess about 
something of great importance. She agreed and as soon as the meal was 
finished she led them to her hut.

She sat on a mat of leaves, the same as they, facing the five visitors.

"I first have a question," Ben asked her through Raluu. "The Mabuka 
seem very interested in my wife. Why is that?"

Raluu listened to the old woman's reply and translated.

"She say there is old tribal story from long ago. Many Mabuka babies 
sicken and die, but Wannoo, the Mabuka God will some day send woman of 
white skin and hair to please the men of the tribe and bear many 
healthy babies for the Mabuka. For every baby she makes, there will be 
three years of good hunting and happiness for the people. It will be 
her first born daughter who will become the next Chieftess."

"No wonder you got so many stares," Renee smiled, "they figure you for 
the village whore and baby maker."

"Stop it, please," implored Christine.

"How do you explain "wife" to people who have no such concept?" mused 
Martin.

Ben tried to have Raluu explain that Christine was simply a visitor 
just like the rest of them and that she too would be leaving when their 
visit was over, but after an animated conversation, the guide informed 
them that the Chieftess had finally said it was in the hands of Wannoo.

Ben produced several pairs of walking shorts and skirts of various 
sizes. He had also brought some brightly colored dresses which seemed 
to please the old woman. Ben also produced a medallion which he 
ceremoniously placed around her neck and informed her was reserved only 
for those of high honor. She smiled again and then asked what was 
obviously a question.

"She thank you for the many fine gifts but wonders what has brought you 
back among the Mabuka" said Raluu.

"Tell her," said Ben, motioning to Renee, "that my friend is very sick 
and will die unless we can find a magical tree called the Luaki which 
can restore her to health."

Again there was an animated conversation in Mabuka. Finally the guide 
turned to them.

"She say the Luaki tree is sacred and is only for the use of the tribal 
Chieftess. However, she also say that it is time for the "renewal" 
ceremony and although you may not participate, she will allow you to 
observe."

"When is this ceremony?" asked Ben.

"She say it can be held any time she wishes, so in your honor she will 
hold it tomorrow night."

"Thank her for her kindness in letting us observe her sacred ceremony," 
directed Ben.

"But..." started Renee.

"Quiet, Renee," said Ben in a quiet but firm voice, "let's take this 
one step at a time. We know the tree exists. Let's find out what part, 
if any, of the story is true. We can go from there."

"Yes, of course," responded Renee as they thanked the old woman again 
for her invitation and retreated from her hut.

The next day there seemed to be great activity in the village. Although 
Christine still received many admiring glances, especially from the 
Mabuka men, it was a young village girl who seemed to be the focus of 
the village. She appeared to be in her mid teens and quite attractive. 
Renee thought to herself that under different circumstances she 
wouldn't mind sharing a hut with the girl for a few nights. Renee and 
Christine watched as the other young girls of the village led the 
teenager to the river and leisurely bathed her, scented her body with 
the sweet essence of orchids and adorned her hair with flowers. 
Although the others girls were laughing and exhibiting a gala 
atmosphere, the young girl who was the center of attention seemed 
pensive, almost melancholy. They brought her back to the village where 
she disappeared into one of the huts and did not re-emerge throughout 
the rest of the day.

While Martin spent the day presenting small gifts to the villagers and 
their children, Ben was with the Chieftess learning more about the 
tribe, the Luaki tree and the ceremony they would witness that evening. 
He left her only when it was time for her ceremonial bath similar to 
that which the young girl had been given.

As the four sat around the fire and again partook of the evening meal 
with the villagers, Renee and Christine tried to pump Ben for 
information.

"It's just too incredible to describe. I think it best if we all just 
watch the ceremony," he said.

"Then there is some truth to the story?" asked Martin.

"I'm not sure. Oh, the Chieftess claims she is approaching two hundred 
years old and that her youth is restored by the tree via the ceremony 
we will see tonight, but how much is true and how much just sensational 
storytelling remains to be seen."

"Have you thought about how we can use this tree for Renee if it does 
turn out it can make her better?" asked Christine.

"Using the tree itself is out of the question. It's reserved for the 
Chieftess only, but she told me something interesting. Every few years 
the tree puts forth seeds. These are nurtured by the villagers. In case 
anything should happen to the tree itself, the seeds can be planted to 
grow another Luaki tree."

"You mean...?" started Renee.

"Yes," Ben finished for her, "I don't expect the wild things I've been 
told today to be true, but there may be some medicinal qualities 
involved and, if so, perhaps we can buy or trade for one of the seeds. 
We could take it back for analysis. Of course, we're getting ahead of 
ourselves, because this may all turn out to be smoke and mirrors."

"Don't say that!" exclaimed Renee, now feeling the progressive 
degenerative effects of the disease almost daily.

"We'll see," said Martin, holding her hand encouragingly, "we'll see, 
tonight."

The young girl who Renee and Christine had observed earlier in the day 
was led out of the hut and joined the Chieftess. They were dressed only 
in the usual loincloths, but both wore the flower adornments in their 
hair. The two then led a procession out of the village along a well 
worn path with Ben, Martin, Renee, Christine and Raluu following. 
Perhaps twenty minutes later they arrived in a small clearing ringed by 
burning torches. There were stones arranged to form an altar, but the 
most impressive presence was the large tree growing behind the altar. 
Almost devoid of leaves, its branches were singular in nature 
consisting only of several long tentacle like appendages which not only 
reached the base of the tree but lay curled in tangled piles.

The five visitors stopped at the edge of the clearing.

"This is as far as we go," warned Ben. "We can speak in whispers but we 
are not to interfere with or disturb the ceremony. This is something 
sacred and magical to them. I'll explain as the ceremony goes along."

The other villagers stood back as the Chieftess and the young girl 
climbed the steps of the altar arriving at the base of the tree. Drums 
began beating a slow rhythmic beat. The Chieftess withdrew a crude cup 
from behind a stone and offered it to the girl who took it and drank 
until the cup was empty.

The Chieftess spoke to the villagers.

"She is telling them the ceremony is called "The Renewal" and is 
reserved for the Chieftess so she may remain young and strong for the 
good of the tribe. As custom dictates, the girl who is offered is a 
virgin."

Martin turned to look at them.

"She has been specially chosen and protected. Most Mabuka women are 
deflowered by the older men of the village by the age of twelve."

Even from the edge of the clearing the five could tell the cup had 
contained a drug. The girl's eyes became glazed and her eyelids began 
to droop slightly. She began swaying to the soft drum beats.

The chieftess again spoke. The villagers kneeled in silence.

"She is now invoking the God Wannoo to help them awaken the Luaki 
tree."

The drums became a bit louder as the old woman removed her own 
loincloth and then that of the teenager who seemed almost oblivious to 
what was happening. They both stood naked in the flickering torchlight. 
The old woman took the girl by the hand and led her to the trunk of the 
tree. She whispered something in the girl's ear whereupon the teenager 
embraced the tree with her arms and began rubbing her naked body up and 
down the trunk making sure her vaginal lips kissed the tree wetly as 
her body moved. The girl continued her sensual dance and lovemaking for 
several seconds before rejoining the old woman, leaving dark wet stains 
on the tree.

Renee thought she saw something, but quickly convinced herself it was 
only a trick of the flickering light, but as the girl began her drugged 
swaying again, Renee saw it again. Still she could not believe her 
eyes. She turned to find Christine staring at her with the same look of 
astonishment and disbelief.

The tentacled branches of the tree were moving. They began to slowly 
curl and uncurl as the Chieftess moved the girl closer to the tree.

"My God," Martin whispered for all of them.

The teen was oblivious to anything but the beat of the drums, her body 
obeying the sensual cadence.

"It's going to..." cried Christine softly.

As two large tendrils slithered to within inches of the two naked 
women, the Chieftess gently took the teenager in her arms and kissed 
her neck. The girl responded in pleasure/fright by opening her mouth. 
As one tendril wrapped itself around her ankle, the girl's mouth was 
covered by the old woman's and even from across the clearing, their 
kiss was erotic. Renee felt her vaginal lips moisten and squeeze 
erotically, wetting her pants.

Tendrils wound around the legs of both women now as the 
teenager, helpless in the throes of passion and drugged euphoria was 
still unaware of the blunt tipped, snake like appendage winding its way 
around and up her leg.

The old woman, fully aware of what was happening and feeling the 
tendril reach her own nest, pulled the girl even closer in a tighter 
embrace.

They saw the limb pause at the girl's nest.

"I don't believe it," said Ben.

"What?" inquired Martin.

"She told me but I didn't believe it. It's sensing whether she's a 
virgin. The old woman told me the tree will simply not accept a woman 
who isn't."

As they watched the organ began parting the lips of the girl, preparing 
to enter.

The girl, finally aware of something concerning her lower body pulled 
away from the kiss long enough to see what was about to impale her. She 
would have screamed except the old woman once again buried her mouth 
with her own. The girl struggled, but the old woman showed surprising 
strength in holding her tightly, their bodies and mouths pressed 
passionately together. The tendril almost seemed to coil as a snake 
about to strike and then with one monstrous heave, split the girl's 
virginity asunder. The teen screamed into the mouth of the old woman 
who kept her bound tightly as she felt an appendage enter her as well. 
Other rope-like arms encircled the two nude women pulling them closer 
as the young girl, the initial pain of her ruptured hymen behind her, 
began thrusting on the pseudo penis as the drum beats increased in 
tempo and intensity. The old woman felt the plant inside her as well 
but she was here to receive not give and so remained still, her mouth 
and tongue still in the hapless girl. The tendril slithered in and out 
of the teenager, reaching far into her womb, curling and uncurling, 
whipping its tip to flail and stimulate her vagina and clitoris, 
bringing her sensations no human ever could. The helpless girl 
succumbed in moments and her first orgasm tore through her body.

From across the clearing it would have been impossible to detect in the 
torchlight, but the young girl's face suddenly showed slight circles 
under the eyes and there were minute wrinkles beginning to form around 
her eyes and mouth. Conversely, some wrinkles had now disappeared from 
the old woman and she felt strength returning to arms and legs which 
she had not experienced for many years.

The girl orgasmed again and again she lost vitality as the old woman 
gained it.
Another orgasm and now even from across the clearing it became evident 
to the astonished onlookers what was happening.

"That can't be," was all Ben could utter.

Again a climax made the girl's body shudder as her youth was slowly 
being drained, orgasm by orgasm. She was weakening rapidly as her 
muscles atrophied, her breasts which only that morning had been firm 
and rode high on her chest were now flabby and sagging. Deep lines 
creased her face and deepened even more as another orgasm swept through 
her.

The Chieftess, however, was becoming younger by the moment. Her figure 
was firming and her face was now that of a healthy fifty year old. With 
every orgasm the girl experienced, another five years in age would 
disappear from the face and body of the Chieftess. She held the girl 
tightly, allowing the plant to drain from the one and replenish the 
other. The girl, now looking almost as old as the Chieftess was unable 
to resist any longer. Her arms dropped to her sides as the tongue of 
the tribal leader probed further as did the vegetative phallus which 
was giving her such pleasure she could not resist, yet which was also 
robbing her of her life forces. As orgasm after orgasm racked her body, 
she became so weak that it was only the renewed strength of the 
Chieftess's arms and the crisscross of tendrils lashing their bodies 
together which kept her on her feet.


"You mean..." Christine began, unable to find the words to ask the 
incredible.

"Somehow that plant is taking the girl's youth and giving it to the old 
woman."

"How is that possible?" asked Martin.

"It isn't. It just isn't. Yet we are seeing it right before our eyes," 
cried Ben.

At last, as the twenty-seventh orgasm coursed through her, what once 
had been a young, beautiful and vibrant girl had been transformed into 
a woman of unbelievable age, withered, stooped, her hair thinned and 
stringy, face deeply etched, muscles gone flaccid, drool spilling out 
of her toothless mouth.

The Chieftess released her from the kiss. The vines released the tribal 
leader but while they dropped to her ankles they still maintained a 
hold of what had once been a beautiful teenager.

The Chieftess was as beautiful and young as the teenager was old and 
ugly. Her eyes shown with the fierceness of youth. Her skin was taut 
and smooth, her hair shiny and radiant. Her breasts were full but firm, 
her figure curvaceous, her muscles firm and strong.

Standing before the villagers and the open mouthed disbelieving 
visitors was a total transformation, teen to hundred year old, two 
hundred year old to twenty-five year old.

The now young woman addressed her villagers.

The four looked to Raluu for a translation since Ben was unaware of 
what came next.

"She say the renewal is done. Now time for village to offer sacrifice."

They watched the beautiful young Chieftess stand back as several 
tendrils growing from the soil at the base of the tree wrapped 
themselves around the legs and ankles of the teenager become old woman. 
She gave a slight shriek as with one quick jerk, she was swept off her 
feet. She struggled to crawl away but escape was denied her as 
additional appendages found her, wrapped around her and began pulling 
her toward the tree. She tried to scream but even that was denied her 
as another tendril found and penetrated her throat as others wrapped 
her arms tightly to her sides. Slowly she was pulled to the soft earth 
surrounding the tree.

As the horrified onlookers gasped, she was slowly pulled into the soil, 
her struggles only assisting the tendrils in their job of dragging her 
under. Her legs were the first to disappear, then her torso. As her 
head was slowly engulfed by the ground and disappeared from view, the 
onlookers saw a swirl of earth caused by a last futile attempt at 
freedom and heard a muffled cry. Then silence. Her body would slowly 
decompose, adding nutrients to the soil and strengthening the tree. The 
sacrifice was complete, the ceremony ended.

Even Renee was stunned into silence as they returned to the village, 
but her mind was working overtime.

"How often, Ben?" asked Renee.

"How often must she go through the ceremony? About once every seven or 
eight years. But even for her there are limits. Each time she uses the 
tree for rejuvenation the effects wear off faster. The first time she 
went through the renewal, she gained about an additional human lifetime 
but she has almost reached the limit. She looks like a twenty year old 
right now, but a year from now she'll look thirty, a year beyond that 
forty and so on, aging about a decade per year."

"Ben, you have to persuade her to let me use the tree," said Renee as 
the others sat silently on their frond mats.

"Nothing doing Renee," he countered. "That tree is reserved for her and 
her alone."

"Then we'll force her."

"And just how will we do that? Oh sure, I've got a revolver in my 
backpack, but even if I get lucky and make every shot count I can take 
out six of them. They outnumber us twenty to one and since that tree is 
sacred to them they won't hesitate to die and they won't hesitate to 
kill."

"Then bribe her, Martin," said Renee turning to her husband.

"With what? Yes we brought a few items to give as gifts, but I doubt 
seriously we have anything they would value enough to allow us to use 
the tree. Besides, it takes a virgin for the ceremony, remember?"

"Damn it, then buy one!" screamed Renee in frustration.

"But Renee, you saw what happened to that poor girl..." started 
Christine.

"To hell with that poor girl. There must be some other virgins in the 
village somewhere. What's the loss of one virgin. They breed like 
rabbits anyway. It would just be one less mouth to feed."

"I can't believe you said that," responded Christine.

"You would if you were in my place," sneered Renee, thinking to herself 
that it was a shame Christine had been deflowered long ago.

"Now look, arguing among ourselves is not doing us any good at all," 
injected Ben. "I still contend that buying or trading for one of those 
seeds is our best bet."

"Yeah, and I'm long since in the grave by the time it gets big enough 
to be of any good," spat Renee.

"Not necessarily. The Chieftess told me the seeds are fast growers. She 
said they had a storm once which uprooted and killed their Luaki tree. 
They planted one of the seeds and within six months it was large enough 
for a ceremony."

"Aren't you all forgetting something," said Christine. "You have to 
first rob a young girl of her youth and then kill her."

"But Honey," said Ben, "if we can get this back to a lab, they may be 
able to figure out a way to get the benefits without having to hurt 
anyone."

"Oh so now the seed goes to some laboratory and I'm out of luck again," 
said Renee her voice rising in anger.

"Look, maybe we could buy two seeds," offered Martin, "although I still 
don't know what we have to offer that they might want."

"It's against every principle of anthropology, "said Ben, "but I may 
have something they would be willing to trade for."

I bet you do, thought Renee, a plan beginning to formulate, I just bet 
you do.


CHAPTER SIX

The next morning the five visitors sat once again with the Chieftess. 
The results were, if anything, more astounding in daylight than they 
had been last night. The woman who sat across from them was young, 
vibrant and beautiful. Again Renee entertained thoughts of seducing the 
young Chieftess, perhaps persuading her to give up the seeds by the use 
of guile and sex, but she was also aware that her body was no longer as 
attractive as it once was. Besides, it was Christine who the tribal 
leader kept looking at and it was Christine who figured into Renee's 
plans as well.

There was round after round of negotiation through Raluu, but the 
Chieftess was adamant. The tree itself was off limits and while she 
might negotiate for the sale of one Luaki seed, two were out of the 
question. Martin told Raluu to offer her anything she wanted, he would 
fly out, get it and bring it back. However, the woman indicated that 
trading meant the actual passing of one thing for another and promises 
meant nothing.

At last in frustration, Ben reached into his backpack and brought out 
an ordinary butane lighter. He flicked the flame to life, astonishing 
the Chieftess. He extinguished the flame, then flicked it to life 
again. He did this several times. He held it out and she reached for 
it, but he withdrew it having Raluu explain that they would trade the 
firestick for one of the seeds.

The young leader was thoughtful, but while considering the offer, her 
eyes fell again on Christine. She smiled and spoke rapidly to Raluu.

"Well, what did she say?" asked Ben when Raluu hesitated.

"She say she will trade one Luaki seed for the firestick and the white 
haired woman."

"What!" roared Ben and Christine in unison.

"That is the offer," repeated Raluu.

"Tell her she can go to hell!" said Christine.

"No, wait," shouted Renee, thinking the Chieftess had implemented her 
plan for her, "let's think about this a minute."

"What's to think about?" asked Christine indignantly. "She wants every 
man in the village to screw me so I can make one baby right after 
another!"

"Look," said Renee, "I know it may sound crazy, but suppose we agree to 
the deal. We get back to the helicopter pick up point in three days. 
Another day to get back to Brazzaville. Martin hires some heavily armed 
mercenaries and we're back to rescue you in a matter of days."

"You... you... you intend to leave me here for a week or more while every 
savage in the village pokes me full of sperm?" Christine sputtered.

"A week, tops! encouraged Renee.

"You've got to be kidding!...Ben!" said Christine, turning to her 
husband.

"You might as well," said Ben, "after all, it can't be any worse than 
fucking eleven dogs in one night!"

The blonde's mouth flew open.

"How did you know about..."

"Renee told me last night after you were asleep. As a matter of fact 
she told me everything you've done behind my back for the last two 
years. Right now I don't much care what you do!"

Christine turned to Renee with hatred in her eyes.

"How could you?"

"Nothing personal, but I've got to have that seed."

"The seed is going back to a lab," announced Ben coldly.

"Could we talk about that... in private?" asked Renee, motioning toward 
the hut in which they had been sleeping, but which was now empty.

"Martin, stay with Christine. We'll be right back," she said as she and 
Ben left the hut.

They could still hear Christine's, "No, I won't do it! You can't make 
me!" and Martin trying to calm her down as they entered the empty hut.

"Ben, I have to have the seed," she said calmly.

"Renee, this is just too big. I can't let something like this escape 
medical science. It has to be taken to a laboratory for study."

"And that's your final word?" she asked, modifying her plan somewhat 
since he could not be persuaded.

"Yes, I'm afraid it is," he said turning away to avoid having to look 
her in the eyes. "I'm sorr..."

The knife blade entered just below the rib cage on his right side. His 
eyes widened in surprise and shock. As he tried to turn to face her, 
the blade found flesh a second time entering just below the sternum and 
finally a third time in his lower abdomen. He hadn't even had time to 
react, let alone defend himself. He fell to his knees, vomited blood 
profusely and fell, face first, into the dust near the door, a 
sickening dark pool beginning to stain the earth beneath him.

She collected three more of the lighters from Ben's pack and headed 
back to the hut of the Chieftess.

"Tell her," she said to Raluu, "that we will give her all four of the 
firesticks for the seed."

"And the woman?" asked Raluu.

"And the woman!" said Renee.

"No, you can't! I won't!...screamed Christine as she tried to rise.

"Hold her!" ordered Renee and Raluu grabbed the attractive blonde and 
held her arms.

"Ben!" she screamed.

"Ben is no position to help you... now or ever again," said Renee 
calmly.

The unspoken but clear message passed between the two women. 
Christine's eyes opened wide with fear.

"Noooooo!" she pleaded as the man wrested her outside.

"My God, Renee are you saying..." Martin began.

"It was an accident," she lied. "I only wanted to scare him into 
agreeing to give me the seed, but he lunged at me and the knife..." she 
broke off, crocodile tears in her eyes.

Martin seemed in shock, frozen into immobility, his mouth open, his 
eyes unseeing as Renee turned to exit the hut.

The Chieftess followed Renee. They noticed that two of the tribesmen 
were now holding Christine, awaiting orders from the Chieftess.

"Tell her Christine won't submit willingly," Renee instructed Raluu.

"She says they sometimes have young girls who do not wish to submit for 
their first time. They will deal with her."

"Good," said Renee handing the four lighters to the young chieftess and 
holding out her own hand.

The beautiful young tribal leader pulled a seed the size of a large 
acorn from her loincloth and dropped it into Renee's hand.

"At a nod from the young leader, Christine was carried, screaming, to a 
center area near the fire pit where four bamboo posts had been driven 
into the ground. Two of the tribesmen, at the behest of the Chieftess 
ripped Christine's clothes from her. She was then tied, face up, spread 
eagled to the bamboo posts, her arms and legs spread wide open for all 
to see and for easy access to the men of the village.

Her scream was hysterical as the first villager, a hunter who was known 
throughout the village for something else beside his hunting ability, 
pierced her vagina with his massive rod and buried himself by the 
second thrust.

"She will make us many fine babies," the young leader said through the 
interpreter.

"And a good whore," smiled Renee.

Renee stuck her head back into the hut and addressed her husband who 
still seemed unable to take any concerted action..

"Martin, snap out of it! There's nothing we can do for Ben. I've got 
the seed. We need to get out of here as soon as possible. Now get on 
the radio and tell that helicopter pilot to meet us at the pickup point 
as soon as possible."

A line of tribesmen had already formed waiting their turn at Christine. 
Renee motioned to Raluu to begin packing up, but the guide seemed 
reluctant.

"What is it?" asked Renee.

"Raluu want his turn too," he said motioning to the line of tribesmen.

"Yes, I bet you do," Renee smiled. "OK, but we leave in twenty 
minutes."

The guide quickly bribed his way to the head of the line with some 
coins and trinkets he had in his pocket. Christine screamed "Noooooooo" 
as the first tribesman filled her womb with semen and dismounted. She 
opened her eyes to see the guide unbuckling his pants.

"No! No! Please! Renee, not him! Please!" she begged.

"Oh shut up and fuck him!" sneered Renee.

Raluu was on his knees and then into her quickly, pulling her head back 
by the hair as Christine screamed.

"How you like me now, blonde lady?" he asked grinning as he humped her 
again and again.

Christine was crying now, the tears running back and dripping into the 
dust. In one defiant gesture she pulled her head up and spat in the 
guide's face.

"Now it not be easy for you," he said, his smile changing to a sneer.

He spoke quickly in Mabuka and two of the tribesmen waiting their turn, 
untied her ankles and pulled her legs over her chest until her feet 
were near her head. The two natives were puzzled as Raluu shafted her 
anus brutally, her screams even louder and more intense. The pain, as 
her anal canal was stretched as never before, was driving her nearly 
out of her mind as she felt her insides being ripped apart. As Raluu 
satisfyingly orgasmed into her rectum, the villagers were even more 
bemused. This visitor had just wasted his seed where it would do no 
good. From the tribal standpoint what they were doing was not rape. 
They were simply fulfilling the tribal prophesy with the white haired 
one. It was unfortunate she was unwilling, but that sometimes happened. 
By having each man in the village deposit his seed in her, they were 
simply ensuring she would conceive. The Mabuka might know nothing of 
genetics or DNA mapping but they did know what made babies and that was 
depositing as much semen as possible in a woman's womb. Since Christine 
would receive over seventy-five "gifts" before the day was over, there 
would be no "father'. Each child was the product of all men in the 
village who shared equally in caring for and raising it as a Mabuka.

So her feet were quickly tied again and the next tribesman began 
shafting her nest while the beautiful blonde sobbed and begged.

Martin had finally roused himself and made the radio call, but he moved 
slowly, his mind still numb.

"Martin, help me!" begged Christine as Martin made his way past.

He looked at her as yet another villager climaxed inside her and was 
replaced by a young teenager.

"I'm... I'm sorry," was all he could manage in a subdued, confused 
voice as he turned and walked away.

It didn't take long to get their packs ready and the three were ready 
to depart the village.

Raluu was leading them toward the jungle trail, when Christine, in 
hysteria, called out to them.

"PLEASE! DON'T LEAVE ME HERE. I BEG YOU!"

Renee turned and walked back to stand over the blonde as another 
tribesman shot his semen into the helpless woman. As another entered 
her and began thrusting, Renee smiled.

"Let me give you some advice that will make it a little easier."

Christine grunted with the pain of the repeated thrusts but looked to 
the woman who had first seduced her and turned her to a life of 
eroticism.

"Pretend they're dogs!" said Renee and turned on her heel.

Christine screamed again as her last hope strode toward the others and 
they disappeared into the jungle. Seventeen men had already violated 
her, semen had long since filled her vagina and was oozing down and 
across her anus, still distended from Raluu's reaming. The line waiting 
to "donate" stretched clear past the farthest hut. Clearly Christine's 
ordeal was only starting

As the three made their way through the bush, they heard Christine's 
urgent and painful shriek, even louder and more hysterical than before.

"Probably that big three hundred pounder," Renee muttered.

Martin winced, moving mechanically, his mind still fogged.

"I... I... don't know anything about hiring mercenaries."

"Why should you worry about that?" asked Renee.

"But... but... we've got to get back... rescue Christine."

"Martin, you're not thinking very clearly right now. If she makes it 
back to civilization there are going to be lots of questions regarding 
Ben's death and why we left her there to be repeatedly raped and most 
of all, questions about why we were here in the first place."

"You mean... we aren't coming back for her?" he asked.

Renee nodded negatively.

"But...but what will happen to her?" he asked.

Renee smiled.

"Christine will fulfil the tribal prophesy. She will give them a blonde 
fuck doll who will make them lots of babies."

It was almost an hour before they were far enough from the village that 
Christine's screams could no longer be heard.


CHAPTER SEVEN

Martin had been racked with guilt, but Renee never once looked back, 
content with the small object, firmly secured in her pack, which 
she was sure would provide her salvation. They had met the helicopter 
without incident and once back in Brazzaville told the authorities the 
group had become lost and the anthropologist and his wife had somehow 
wandered off in search of water and they had become separated. Since 
quite a bit of money had changed hands, Raluu gave a similar account 
and the helicopter pilot led a government search team more than two 
hundred miles south of the Mabuka village. After three weeks of 
intensive searching, the hunt was finally called off, the assumption 
being that the inexperienced couple had probably fallen prey to some of 
the larger jungle animals.

Renee was frantic to return to the U.S. with her prize, but she also 
knew they must keep up the pretence of concern for their friends and so 
the twenty-one days crawled by while Martin continued to be racked with 
guilt and remorse.

At last, however, they were notified the government was convinced the 
missing couple could not have survived and so they were winging their 
way out of Africa by the next morning. Renee knew they would have to 
repeat their story for the American authorities as well and maintain an 
air of sorrow for an acceptable time, but she had what she wanted and 
nothing would deter her now. Christine never entered her mind again.
Martin, however, looked out the airliner window as the African 
coastline disappeared and thought of little else. He knew he would 
never be able to forgive himself for deserting the poor woman, so 
frightened, so defenseless. Her screams would haunt him to the end of 
his days. He wondered about her fate.

Christine would spend the rest of her life creating babies for the 
Mabuka. Twenty-five years old when deserted by Renee and Martin, she 
would die at forty-two giving birth to her third set of twins, her body 
simply worn out. Through the remaining seventeen years of her life, she 
would give birth to no less than twenty-seven children. The Mabuka 
would allow her only one week after giving birth before impregnating 
her again. She fought them the first few times, but when it became 
obvious that rescue would never arrive, she submitted without 
resistance. After the first half dozen babies and lack of time for her 
body to recuperate between pregnancies, it made little difference as 
her vagina remained stretched to such extent that she was hardly aware 
of their entering her.

Since the Mabuka had no burial custom, her body would be 
unceremoniously dumped down a steep ravine, the same ravine where Ben's 
body had been deposited seventeen years earlier. Within a week, the 
jungle animals and insects would leave no trace of her existence.

The next six months were torture for Renee. Martin had an old warehouse 
converted to a suitable environment for the Luaki. Forty-seven truck 
loads of the best top soil were brought in, special lighting, watering, 
temperature and humidity systems were installed. Almost overnight the 
seed sprouted and began growing at a phenomenal rate, but there was 
still no sign of the development of the tentacles which would signal 
its ability to affect the "renewal".

Renee's condition continued to degenerate. She grew weaker and her body 
assumed the looks and posture of a seventy year old. She no longer 
engaged in her feminine pursuits for two reasons. She no longer had the 
energy and stamina, and she knew she could no longer attract the young 
and beautiful women she desired. She was tormented, having the desires 
of a thirty-two year old trapped in an old and still rapidly aging 
body, unable to act upon those desires.

Despite her physical condition and appearance and her behavior at the 
Mabuka village, Martin still loved her. He wasn't sure whether he 
believed her story of how Ben had died and he could not reconcile her 
desperation as cause for her desertion of Christine, but he felt she 
would be the only woman in his life, the only woman who could ever 
bring him happiness. He had told her that even if the seed failed to 
germinate or the plant failed to reach maturity, he would stay by her, 
comfort her and love her to the end.

Renee simply could not understand how anyone could love a face and body 
like those she now possessed. She had never been able to look inside of 
people, find what was important, instead focusing on their appearance 
and what they could do to please her.

Martin even suggested once that they destroy the tree for he knew what 
would be required for Renee's transformation. By standing by and 
letting the crazy scheme go unchecked, he had allowed the death of his 
friend as well as the condemnation of the friend's wife to a life of 
what amounted to gang rape and enforced pregnancy. He had also watched 
in fascinated horror as the tribal teenager had her life forces 
literally sucked from her and was then killed to become fodder, 
fertilizer for the Luaki tree so the grisly process could be repeated 
again in a few years.

He also knew, however, how important this was to Renee and how 
hysterically she had reacted to his suggestion of destroying the tree. 
He knew she loved him only for what he could do for her, but this 
hardly mattered. His heart ached seeing her so miserable and despite 
his self vilification, he knew he would do anything she asked of him.

When the tentacle-like tendrils finally appeared and reached the full 
fifteen to twenty feet in length, Renee was ecstatic. Despite her 
condition in which she now spent a major portion of the day in a 
wheelchair, she insisted on being taken to the warehouse so she could 
see for herself.

As she stood in front of the hideously ugly tree, she smiled and looked 
to her husband.

"Get me a girl, Martin."

"Renee, are you sure this is what you want?"

"After all we've been through, you think I would quit now?"

"It won't be easy," he said hanging his head. "I've made some inquiries 
but so far they've led to dead ends. It's not easy to find someone to 
kidnap a virgin so you can kill her"

"Just tell them you have a sexual preference for virgins. That should 
make it easier. They don't have to know the real reason. I don't care 
what you have to do, I'm getting weaker by the day. Get me a girl!"

"Of course darling," he said, reviling himself for his determination to 
please her.


CHAPTER EIGHT

Her name was Emily Blakeman. A sophomore at Tillman High School and 
quite attractive, she was nevertheless not popular with the other 
students. Outspoken on a host of social issues and constantly berating 
her classmates for their lack of involvement, she was shunned by most 
of the student body. Her long brunette hair was worn frequently in a 
ponytail which almost reached her waist. Her manner of dressing did 
nothing to win her friends either. She often wore strange combinations 
of blouses, skirts, jeans and sweaters which made her a fashion pariah. 
The girls scorned her as too unconventional and the boys were 
intimidated by her aggressive, self confident manner. Possessing eyes 
of hazel which showed fire even from behind the "granny glasses" she 
chose to wear while discussing the homeless or the need for wilderness 
preservation, Emily was a beautiful young girl. Her figure was well 
developed for her age, her hips and legs showing attractive curvature 
and her breasts, although not yet fully developed, were the subject of 
many studied glances and occasional suggestive remarks by her male 
classmates.

Emily had been raised since the age of three by her aunt following the 
tragic automobile accident which claimed both her parents' lives. Like 
her aunt, Emily was a virgin, not so much because of moral beliefs, but 
because there were simply other more pressing considerations than 
relationships with men, especially where sex was concerned. Emily had 
had a few dates, but the boys were quickly turned off, either by her 
refusal to engage in any back seat activities or by her sharp intellect 
and quick wit which left them wondering what to say.

Emily's hometown was more than a thousand miles from the transformed 
warehouse in New Jersey. The man Martin had hired had insisted that if 
there was to be no connection to the ultimate destination, the girl 
must be kidnapped as far away as possible. There was no overriding 
reason why Emily had been selected other than the fact that she lived 
so far away, had no possible connections to the Tyler family and that a 
routine exam had shown her to be a virgin. The man smiled to himself at 
how easy such records were to get when a few dollars changed hands. He 
also knew that Emily, when she disappeared, might well be suspected of 
running away since she was known to be a misfit at school and her aunt 
such a nonconformist in the community. That would at least provide 
sufficient time to get the girl far out of reach and cover any tracks 
which he did not plan on leaving to begin with.

The girl was again disappointed that so few had attended her rally to 
save the dolphins from illegal netting and fishing practices. Her arms 
still full of the pamphlets which she had hoped to hand out at the 
rally, she walked the six blocks to her home.

As she neared the empty field which she always used as a shortcut, she 
noted the streetlight at the corner which had been on earlier as she 
was on her way to the meeting, was now out. She thought little about 
it, however, as she strode into danger, unaware that she had been under 
surveillance for the last three weeks and her habit of cutting across 
the field duly noted. She was nearing the small clump of trees near the 
middle of the field when she suddenly felt a strong hand reach from 
behind and cover her nose and mouth with a chloroformed cloth while the 
other prevented her from escaping. Totally surprised, Emily did not at 
first realize the cloth was anything other than an attempt to muffle 
her screams. Yet scream she attempted to do, too late realizing her 
excited intake of air afterwards was dooming her as she futilely 
struggled. The smell was strong now and her desperation was largely her 
undoing as her breathing became rapid, accelerating the intake of the 
drug. She reached over her head to try to reach her attacker, perhaps 
scratch his face or eyes but he wore a helmet and visor and so this 
avenue of attack was thwarted. She then tried to twist herself free or 
at least around far enough to face her attacker, but by now the smell 
was overpowering and the anesthetic beginning to take effect. Her 
coordination was failing her as her arms were now simply flailing the 
air with no effect. As she felt herself collapse and the darkness 
descend, the last thing Emily remembered was the strong arms still 
holding her captive and the sickening smell of the chloroform.

She awoke on the floor, naked, still groggy, her hands tied behind her 
back. Emily found herself in a huge warehouse where an old woman in a 
wheelchair and a middle aged man sat watching her.

Immediately fearful, she started to scream but since they did not seem 
to be imminently dangerous and since they could have easily killed her 
already if they had wanted, she asked the most obvious of questions.

"Where am I?"

"Where is not important, my dear Emily."

"How do you know my name?"

"We know a great deal about you, Emily."

"Who are you?" the teenager demanded.

"Names are of little importance here," replied Renee in a voice that 
wheezed with age.

"What do you want?"

"Ah, now that's the question, isn't it?" smiled Renee. "You see dear, I 
need a slight favor from you."

Martin winced and turned away slightly.

"What kind of favor?"

"I need you to give me something."

"What?"

"Your virginity."

"What?" the girl asked incredulously.

"It's quite simple really. You are a virgin. I know because I had a 
doctor examine you while you were unconscious. I want you to give up 
your virginity for me."

Emily's eyes shot quickly to Martin.

"No, not him. I want you to let that fuck you," said Renee motioning to 
the Luaki Tree which stood behind them.

"You're crazy!" said Emily, turning back to Martin. "She 's crazy as a 
loon!"

Martin tried to respond but choked on the words and again turned away.

"I will make you a straight business proposition," said Renee. "Kiss me 
and allow the tentacles on that tree to take your virginity and I will 
pay you one million dollars. Do that and the cash is yours and you will 
be returned to your home unharmed," she lied. "I can force you but I'd 
rather not. I simply would rather you willingly consent, because I 
don't want you to fight me; but believe me, if you don't do it 
willingly, we will make you and then you'll get nothing."

Emily figured the two for sexual perverts at best and perhaps murderers 
at worst. She was still woozy, but she recognized her current position 
as untenable. She must find a way to get her hands free, then perhaps 
she could defend herself and run for help.

"And you'll give me a million dollars?" she asked, hoping to make them 
think she was taking the bait.

"Absolutely!" said Renee, a slight smile crossing her lips.

As Martin helped the girl to her feet, Renee looked over the girl's 
body. Firm, smooth and attractive, it was her youthful upturned breasts 
and the small triangle of nest hair which intrigued Renee. If she were 
already younger, Renee thought, she would enjoy the conquest of this 
girl, seducing her, making her a sex slave as Christine had become, 
watching her degrade herself. Renee wondered how this girl would 
respond to being taken by large dogs.

She snapped out of her reverie, realizing there were far more important 
things to attend to at the moment. There would be time for all of that 
later. Yet as she followed the girl as she approached the tree, she 
almost wished she could somehow save the girl for later as she noticed 
how the young firm hips swayed so sensuously as she moved.

"Untie me," suggested Emily.

"Not just yet, my dear," said Renee as Martin wheeled her to within a 
few feet of the tree and assisted her to her feet.

"Oh yes," remembered Renee," there is one other thing I need you to 
do."

"What's that?" asked Emily, looking for exits.

"I need you to walk over to the tree and rub your pussy on its bark."

"Oh, come on lady..." started Emily.

"Just do it dear. Then you kiss me, lose your virginity and go home a 
millionaire."

The thought flashed through Emily's mind that perhaps this was some 
sort of trick by some of the kids at school. Perhaps they wanted to put 
her in a compromising situation, videotape it and then either 
embarrass, or worse, blackmail her into having sex with them. But why 
go to all this trouble and create such a weird scenario. Why not just 
take her to a barn, strip her, and tape her being raped by some hooded 
classmates? No, as a practical joke or blackmail, it just didn't make 
sense.

Sensing the girl's concern, Renee responded.

"No cameras, my dear. This is just among the three of us. Go on dear," 
encouraged Renee.

Emily, still not giving up on the idea of talking her way out of the 
ropes, walked to the tree.

"This has got to be the ugliest tree I've ever seen," she commented.

"Never mind. Just do as you're told," remarked Renee beginning to lose 
patience.

Although she had tried to look around them and had spotted no cameras, 
Emily fervently hoped she would not live to regret what she was about 
to do.

How little did she know.

The teenager walked to the tree, nudged up against it and made a 
cursory pass or two up and down the trunk.

"No Emily," said Renee. "Wet the bark with your pussy."

"Oh God," the teenager whispered to herself as she did as she was told, 
leaving a damp stain of vaginal fluid behind.

"Now come here, my dear," directed Renee.

The girl glanced over her shoulder to note that the man had not moved, 
in fact seemed embarrassed by what was happening.

"Now kiss me," ordered Renee, dropping the robe she had been wearing 
revealing her withered nude body, her frail arms wrapping around the 
beautiful teenager.

"How about these ropes?" asked Emily, hopeful of avoiding the near 
toothless mouth and withered lips.

"Just as soon as you kiss me," replied Renee. "I want to French kiss 
you so open you mouth and hold the kiss until I let you go."

"All... all right," Emily replied, closing her eyes and letting her 
lips part, disgusted by the thoughts of kissing the old hag, yet hoping 
this might be her avenue of escape.

Even shrunk in stature by old age, Renee was still taller than the 
young girl and so leaned down to cover the young mouth and lips with 
her own. She tasted the fresh sweetness of youth and marveled at how 
soft and warm the girl's lips were. Her arms squeezed tighter as she 
felt the first brush of the plant's tendrils around her own ankles and 
knew another appendage would soon be climbing the leg of the beautiful 
young woman who was about to be sacrificed.

Despite her initial revulsion at being kissed open mouthed by an ugly 
old woman, Emily felt the woman's tongue explore her mouth and throat 
and as she felt the arms tighten around her, she found herself 
beginning to respond. Her aunt was Lesbian and they had had many long 
talks about sexuality. She remembered one conversation in which her 
aunt had tried to explain how romantic and erotic kissing another woman 
could be, so Emily decided she would enjoy the inevitable. She opened 
her mouth wider, giving the woman full freedom to violate her mouth and 
throat. Renee still knew how to excite a woman and her hands soon found 
their way to the girl's breasts.

Emily could not help letting escape a low moan of pleasure as Renee 
found and began gently squeezing the girl's erect nipples.

Renee opened her eyes momentarily to see tendrils approaching from 
several directions. She kissed the girl with renewed fervor as she felt 
the pseudo penis wrap firmly around her own leg and begin its 
slithering journey to her nest.

Distracted by the eroticism of the older woman, Emily finally felt the 
tendril as it firmly wrapped itself around her leg and, like its twin 
with Renee, began an ascent to the now frightened teenager's sexual 
treasure.

Pulling her head back momentarily, Emily managed a, "wha...what?" 
before Renee's mouth closed on hers again. The girl was frantic now, 
realizing the tree was, in reality, somehow wrapping itself around her 
and moving toward her nest which Renee had made sure was soaking wet 
with the scent which matched that which the girl had left on the tree 
only moments before.

She again tried to pull away, but with her hands tied securely behind 
her and Renee calling on every last ounce of adrenaline reserve, Emily 
could not break the grip. Other organic ropes now joined Renee in 
holding her firm as they wound themselves around both women, binding 
them in a desperate embrace.

Martin looked on with fascination and horror as, just as had been the 
case at the Mabuka village, the pseudo penis entered the girl's vaginal 
lips only slightly, paused to nudge her hymen and, satisfied, took her 
virginity with a massive and powerful thrust.

Emily's scream was drowned in Renee's mouth. The terrified teenager was 
shaking all over from fear and hysteria. That shaking soon turned to 
another kind however, as the tendril began working its magic inside her 
vagina. Within seconds the girl's body was no longer hers to control as 
she experienced the simultaneous stimulation of clitoris and G-spot. 
Emily's body shook as it sought to take deeper what had already 
penetrated far beyond where any man could go. Renee's tongue and hands 
were also unrelenting in helping excite the hapless girl.

Renee could feel the first explosive orgasm consume the girl as Emily's 
body convulsed uncontrollably. The old woman smiled as she felt a 
strength begin surging through her as if a depleted battery had 
suddenly been jolted with high voltage electricity. She broke the kiss, 
as Emily no longer needed any form of erotic foreplay. The second 
orgasm swept through her and a third. The girl was helplessly thrusting 
on the pseudo phallus as it continued to give her the most intense 
stimulation of her life. As Emily experienced simultaneous clitoral and 
vaginal orgasm for the second time, Renee dared to look down first at 
the girl's face which was now deeply lined with wrinkles and then to 
her own hands which had begun to regain their elasticity and color. The 
girl grunted loudly as Emily Blakeman, teenager, experienced her last 
orgasm. The teen had suddenly acquired the look and body of a thirty 
year old and her face was aging rapidly before Renee's eyes. Awareness 
beginning to dawn as Emily saw the reverse process taking place in 
Renee, she started to scream but another orgasm swept through her and 
before she could catch her breath, another. The "renewal" was 
accelerating as the orgasms were coming only seconds apart and Emily 
was aging as fast as Renee was being rejuvenated. Two more orgasms and 
the girl was a fifty year old. Three more climaxes and Emily's skin was 
beginning to wrinkle, her hair to thin and her breasts and rear to sag 
with age. Renee, on the other hand, could fell restoring energy flow 
through every part of her body. She could feel her breasts growing 
young, firm and full, her hips and legs regaining their youthful 
tautness and curvaceousness. She smiled as the old woman, still being 
tightly held against her by the tree's appendages, sagged with age, 
trying to call out for help in the whining voice of a ninety year old.

Their eyes met. The teenage girl turned old, looked to the new twenty-
five year old, her eyes pleading.

As the tendrils released her, Renee reached over to untie the old 
woman's hands.

"You see, Emily. I told you I would untie your hands after you kissed 
me," she said, smiling as she stepped over beside Martin.

Her mind reacting as slowly as her body, the old woman screamed and 
made as if to escape but the tree's tendrils were all over her before 
she could take more than a step. She was pulled onto her back and 
despite her struggles dragged slowing and irrevocably toward the tree.

"Help," the old woman cried, "help me!"

"Of course Emily. I think we all agree you've suffered enough and we've 
certainly heard all of your screaming we care to," commented Renee.

Another appendage entered her mouth and began slithering down the 
throat of the helpless old woman shutting off her air. Her eyes wide 
with panic, her body shook as it fought unsuccessfully for air. 
Blackness descended upon her and Emily's body went limp. The tendril 
withdrew from her throat leaving her mouth sagging open. As the tree's 
arms began pulling her under, dirt filled the nose and mouth of the 
unconscious woman. Her head disappeared first, then the limp arms. Her 
torso was almost out of view when Renee smiled.

"Sweet dreams, Emily."

Her feet were pulled slowly under and the soil settled into inactivity. 
All trace of the life and death of Emily Blakeman was gone.

The beautiful young woman took her husband's arm and ignoring his deep 
remorse, started them walking toward the exit.

"God let's hurry and get home. I'm so horny I can hardly stand it!"


CHAPTER NINE

For the next five months Renee was beside herself with pleasure. Her 
new youthful body was the perfect compliment to her raging sexuality. 
She reveled in admiring herself in the full length mirror in her 
bedroom, often stripping naked just so her eyes could feast upon the 
beautiful and erotic woman who stared back at her. Her appetite for 
lovers was all but insatiable. She even took Martin to bed several 
times a week although he usually had to wait while Renee finished with 
her "catch of the day."

Twice she had taken three women to bed with her at once and often 
brought in the Labrador for her companions to provide her with a little 
extracurricular entertainment.

Since she had become a recluse during the six months of waiting for the 
Luaki to mature, not even her doctors were aware of how far the disease 
had progressed before she initiated the "renewal" with Emily. Even so, 
her doctors were amazed, not only that the disease had completely 
disappeared, but that she exhibited such an overall excellent state of 
health. She was young, she was healthy, she was vibrant and she was 
reveling in such a state of debauchery that even Martin was becoming 
concerned that the sheer number of women which Renee was bedding, was 
causing talk. He talked with her on numerous occasions, but despite her 
reassurances that she was being discreet, the endless parade of 
feminine bodies in and out of her bedroom was creating rumors and, in 
fact, two important social occasions came and went without an 
invitation to the Tylers.

The situation was eradicated, however, when the wife of a noted 
philanthropist who had not originally included Martin and Renee on her 
guest list for a charity dinner fund raiser, was asked by Renee for 
tea, whereupon the beautiful young vixen seduced the wife and 
introduced her to a secret life of sexual slavery. The wife, in turn, 
assisted in seducing three more influential wives. From that point on, 
the Tylers were back on the guest lists and Renee was free to indulge 
her sexual appetite without fear of social consequence.

Martin still fought his guilt over Christine and Emily. He tried 
talking with Renee, but it became evident she did not share his remorse 
nor did she possess any trace of a conscience. For the first time since 
he had married her, Martin privately began to question his feelings for 
Renee.

It was not long afterward that Renee, one morning, noticed two very 
small lines around her eyes. The lines were hardly noticeable and a 
quick check-up revealed still no sign of the disease. She was 
pronounced absolutely healthy and told the lines were normal for a 
woman her age. In fact, she was advised that women ten years younger 
than she probably had as many, if not more, age lines around the eyes 
than she. Yet for Renee this small indicator was all that was needed to 
make her determined to erase any signs of aging in her otherwise 
perfect face.

"Get me a girl, Martin," she ordered after they had finished supper.

"What?" he asked, thinking for a moment she was asking him to become 
her procurer of sexual bed mates.

"I need the renewal again."

"What do you mean. The doctors pronounced you healthy as a horse and 
you couldn't be more beautiful... or desirable.

"Not so, I am beginning to show lines around my eyes."

"Then what about a little cosmetic surgery, if it's that important to 
you?"

"Martin you know I don't want my face to be cut upon, especially when 
there is a better, painless way."

"Do you know what you're asking?"


"Not very much really. You just make a phone call, pay a little money, 
your man handles all the details and your wife is beautiful once 
again."

"And some young girl loses her life."

"Martin, if you no longer love me enough to..."

"No, no, I'll make the call. It's just that it's only been seven 
months. The Chieftess told us you wouldn't need to go through the 
ritual again in an entire lifetime."

Her voice became icy.

"I'll go through it as often as necessary. Now are you going to make 
that call or not?"

"...Yes," he said resignedly, "I'll make the call."

Less than a week later, fourteen year old Bonita Ruiz disappeared from 
her central Florida neighborhood, never to be heard from again. Only 
six months later, Dawn Townsend, a freshman at a small Midwestern 
college left her friends at the library and mysteriously vanished as 
she walked back to her dorm. And only last month, Nancy Whitson, a 
nineteen year old medical secretary, kidnapped in Oregon while driving 
home after a late movie, had ended her life as a hundred year old, 
dragged to her death by the arms of the Luaki as her screams for rescue 
were drowned by the soft earth as it closed over her.

Martin was not at all sure he could go through this again. These women 
did not need to die. Sacrificing the Blakeman girl was unforgivable but 
certainly understandable. He would have done virtually anything to save 
Renee, but these girls were being drained of their youth and their life 
only to erase a few small lines from Renee's face. They were dying for 
vanity, nothing more. He was determined to talk with Renee, refuse to 
continue this vain madness. His heart ached. He was not sleeping well. 
He had tried prayer, but it seemed that even God was refusing to listen 
to someone who had committed such heinous crimes. Tears filled his eyes 
as he relived the scene as the Whitson girl, had pleaded for help so 
pitifully as she was being dragged to her demise. He winced, trying 
unsuccessfully to expunge the images and sounds from his mind.

He was indeed thankful as the phone rang, enabling him to focus on 
something, anything else besides the atrocities which haunted him.

"Martin, It's Bonnie."

He cheered slightly. It had been over a year since her had heard from 
his younger sister.

"Bonnie, it's great to hear your voice. How are you?"

"Not so good, Martin. I... I was wondering if I might come for a short 
visit."

"Well, of course. We'd love to have you. But what is it Bonnie? What's 
wrong?"

"I don't really want to talk about it over the phone. I... I wouldn't 
ask if it weren't important. I think you know that."

"Yes, you always were the independent one, weren't you? How soon can 
you be here?"

"I can be on a flight tomorrow."

"Great, let me know the flight and I'll meet you at the airport."

"Thank you, martin."

Her voice sounded serious, tired, unlike the Bonnie who always kept 
their conversations upbeat and frivolous.

"Hey, what are big brothers for? Do you need any help with..."

"We schoolteachers may not be as rich as big wig industrialists, but we 
manage to put back a few bucks. Thanks but I'm OK that way."

"Still asserting our independence?"

"Just meet me, please?" her voice now sounded on the edge of 
desperation.

"Of course, you know I will. Bonnie is there anything I can..."

"I need to talk with you Martin, I really do."

"Then get here as soon as you can."

"I will. Thanks, big brother."

Her voice had sounded somber, worried. It had been Thanksgiving two 
years ago since he had last seen his only sibling. They had been 
especially close as kids and through school and college, but when he 
met and married Renee, Bonnie seemed to drift away, keeping a distance 
between them. He wondered why she had never married. Bonnie was 
attractive enough and intelligent. Perhaps that was the problem, men 
are often intimidated by intelligent women, especially those who don't 
hesitate to speak their mind. Still, she had remained single all these 
years. Surely she could have found someone if she had really wanted. He 
pulled her snapshot from his wallet. Her short cropped auburn hair 
complimented her bright green eyes and he thought, even at forty-three, 
she was still an attractive woman. But something was wrong with his kid 
sister. Perhaps he could help. He had helped to cause enough pain and 
death already.


CHAPTER TEN

The dinner had been delicious even if Bonnie only picked at her food. 
Her appetite these days was not strong, plus what she had to discuss 
with Martin kept her preoccupied throughout the meal. She had arrived 
this afternoon, Martin meeting her flight, yet even though he had tried 
to get her to share what was on her mind, she had told him she wanted a 
quiet, private setting. He had agreed and so the talk had turned to 
inane things, light and frivolous, Martin finding it difficult not to 
probe her immediately to tell him what was troubling her.

"Bonnie," it's delightful to have you come visit us. It has been such a 
long time," opined Renee.

"Thank you. It has been far too long," replied Bonnie.

"Well, I'm sure you and Martin have a lot of catching up to do. We 
bought another dog recently and I have two guests who will be arriving 
in a few minutes to help me in his training," she chuckled to herself 
as she rose to leave.

"Dinner was delicious and thanks for agreeing to my visit on such short 
notice."

"Nonsense," said Renee smiling," you're always welcome, anytime. Now if 
you will excuse me."

As Renee disappeared up the stairs, Martin lead Bonnie into the study 
where the logs crackled in the fireplace and Bonnie warmed herself.

"Now little sister, what's this all about?" he said smiling, trying to 
keep the atmosphere light even though he knew what she had to tell him 
must be serious.

The lovely eyes were suddenly misty, her voice weak and choking on the 
words.

"Martin, I... I don't know any way to say this other than to simply come 
right out with it."

Neither had noticed that Renee had slipped back down the stairs and 
stood listening and watching through the louvered French doors of the 
study. She too knew something was amiss for the younger sibling to 
suddenly request a visit, something she had never done before. She had 
been their guest on a couple of prior occasions but only at Martin's 
insistence and then for only a day or so, Bonnie seeming only too 
anxious to leave. Yes, something was up, so Renee had quickly called 
and canceled her "canine training session" for the evening and decided 
to listen in.

"Martin, I'm dying."

His heart felt a sudden ache and tears gathered at the corner of his 
eyes.

"It's cancer," she continued, "Now before you ask, yes I've seen some 
great specialists and there is nothing they can do. It's terminal and 
they give me about six months to a year."

"What can I do?" he asked quietly.

"Nothing, just listen. With Mom and Dad gone, I have no other family so 
I'm leaving my house and savings to charity. But... there is one thing I 
wanted you to have."

Bonnie unclasped a small necklace and locket she wore and placed it in 
her brother's hand. He opened it to find a small photo of the two of 
them taken when he was just out of graduate school and she entering 
high school. The smiling faces brought back many memories of shared 
times. They had been especially close despite the difference in their 
ages.

"It's all I have left... of us. Maybe I've been a fool all these years 
not to have told you how I really feel."

"I don't understa..." he began.

Oh, big brother, I couldn't tell you. You were so much older, girls 
flocked around you, your career.

"Tell me what, sis?"

"That I love you Martin. I've loved you for as long as I can remember."

He was stunned, silent as she continued.

"Oh sure, at first it was little sister in awe of her older handsome 
brother, but as time went on, what I felt for you went far deeper than 
admiration or adolescent puppy love. I grew to know you and understand 
you, Martin. I saw the love and caring you gave to Mom and Dad even 
before they had gotten older and needed constant care. I never told 
you, but sometimes when you would dance with me, like at Christmas, my 
heart would flutter and I knew you were the one man in the world for 
me."

He started to say something.

"No, please let me finish," said Bonnie. "It's taken me a lifetime and 
the facing of death to summon the courage to say this. You and Mom and 
Dad used to wonder why I never showed any interest in boys in school. 
It was because I was saving myself for the one man, the only man I ever 
wanted. Oh, I told myself I should wait and someday you would discover 
me and how I truly felt, but as time went on and you went on to other 
things in your life, I knew it would never happen. Then when you met 
and married Renee, I gave up hope of ever having you. I knew I could 
never compete with someone as beautiful and vivacious as she. It's why 
I kept turning down all those invitations to visit and even when you 
insisted, I only stayed a day or two. It broke my heart to be so close 
to you and know that you, your heart belonged to someone else."

"I... I had no idea..."

"Of course not. I kept my feelings private, locked away. I would never 
have embarrassed you, caused complications for you by telling you. I 
knew it was wrong, or at least in the eyes of others. I knew you could 
never love me as I loved you. Yet all these years, I have never 
married, never been with a man because I knew they could never measure 
up. I have always wanted a child, but I wanted your child Martin and so 
I have lived a solitary life finding a degree of happiness in teaching, 
but knowing the one thing I've always wanted, needed so badly would 
forever be denied me."

He shared her feelings concerning the lack of children. Renee had made 
it clear from the beginning she did not want children. She simply 
wanted to pursue her private tastes in eroticism without the nuisance 
of children to care for. She also did not want to take the chance that 
childbirth would in any way mar her near perfect body. Stretch marks to 
Renee were simply unacceptable.

"I... I don't know what to say..."

"There is nothing to say, Martin. I have loved you all these years and 
I shall love you until the day I die."

He took her in his arms and held her closely.

"All these years," he said, looking into her eyes, "If I'd only known."

Their lips touched in a sweet and tender kiss.

Well, thought Renee, a pang of jealousy striking home now that the 
tables had been turned on her at last, so Bonnie is a dying virgin with 
long unfulfilled needs.

She slipped back upstairs as a plan began to materialize.

The kiss was becoming passionate as Bonnie broke away.

"Martin, I'm sorry. You have to believe me, I didn't mean for that to 
happen."

"I'm glad it did," he replied again looking into her eyes.

"Don't misunderstand me," she implored, "I love you and I always will, 
but I'm dying Martin, there is no future for us. I didn't come here to 
steal a kiss or to try some desperate ploy to get you to leave Renee. I 
have no children, and now I never will. I can leave no legacy. All I 
leave behind is for you to know how much I have loved you all these 
years with all my heart."

He started to pull her to him again but she broke away.

"It's too late, Martin. I wish with all my heart it weren't, but it is. 
When I'm gone just remember me both as the kid sister who worshiped you 
and the woman whose heart you held captive."

"Bonnie, I..."

"No, it's all right Martin. I don't want you to think of my life as 
wasted. Loving you, even from afar and in secret has given me more than 
I had a right to hope for."

She looked at him with tired, loving eyes.

"I didn't come her to unburden myself on you, only to let you know how 
very much being your sister and being in love with you has meant to me. 
You're the most wonderful brother and the most wonderful person I have 
ever known."

Martin thought to himself that she might not think so if she knew what 
he had done for Renee.

"I'll be leaving tomorrow," she said. "I think it best that way."

"No! Oh God no!" he exclaimed. "Do you think I can just let you walk 
out the door after what you've told me?"

"We have no choice Martin. It would be painful for both of us now if I 
were to stay."

"And what about the pain of seeing you walk back out of my life again, 
knowing what I know now? Look, you've got to stay, at least for a few 
weeks. We need to talk about this."

"I'm not sure there's anything more we can say, big brother," she 
smiled weakly, "but I'll meet you half way. I'll stay a few more days, 
then I do have to get back. My school is on Spring break right now but 
I have to be back in Denver by Monday the 28th."

"We have a lot more to say to each other," he breathed, smothering her 
in his strong arms as their lips met again a final time.

"Good night, Martin," she whispered.

"Good night, Bonnie."

And she silently slipped from the room.

All three spent a sleepless night: Martin, considering his own new 
found feelings for Bonnie, she wondering if she had shared too many of 
her feelings and reliving the feel of Martin's lips against hers, and 
Renee formulating a two pronged scheme to have Bonnie provide a little 
temporal amusement and then fulfil her real destiny by providing fodder 
for the Luaki and a face lift for her.


CHAPTER ELEVEN

The next morning at breakfast Renee pretended to be delighted that 
Bonnie would be staying on a few days and insisted that Martin and she 
take her out tonight to celebrate her homecoming. Bonnie was reluctant 
and tried to beg off, but Renee was insistent, plus there was the fact 
that Martin would accompany them, so, in the end, she agreed. Bonnie 
asked where they were going, but Renee would say only that it was a 
surprise.

During the day, Renee called her socialite turned sex slave and 
directed her to create a diversion that evening, drawing Martin away 
until the right moment, so Renee could have the woman to herself. Renee 
felt sure that, given enough time, she could seduce the attractive 
woman and turn her to a life of depravity. However, time was short as 
Bonnie would be leaving in only a few days and, no doubt a great deal 
of her time would be spent with Martin. That left tonight for the 
sister's anal initiation into the canine world. When Martin walked in 
to find his precious sister being fucked in the ass by a Great Dane or 
Saint Bernard, Renee had no doubt his infatuation would turn to disgust 
and she would have no trouble convincing him to allow her to use Bonnie 
for another renewal, especially if she promised him a tight and wet 
reward and reassured him this would be the last ceremony for years to 
come. She had no intention of keeping that promise, but with Bonnie out 
of the way, Martin would once again become her devoted puppy and she 
would be able to talk him into anything she wanted.

That evening as they were preparing to leave, Renee smiled inwardly as 
the phone rang. Martin listened, tried to make other arrangements, then 
resignedly hung up.

"That was Julia Seymour, she's having trouble with some of the 
bookkeeping on that charity she works with. I had told her I would 
help, but now she's waited until the last minute and she has some tax 
forms that have to be in the mail by midnight."

"Oh, that's a shame, darling. Does that mean you won't be coming with 
us?" asked Renee.

"I'm afraid not, at least for a while. Look why don't you two run 
ahead, I'll get this done as quickly as possible and meet you."

"Try not to be too long," encouraged Bonnie.

"An hour, ninety minutes tops," he smiled. "Where shall I meet you?"

"Ah, ah, that's a surprise for Bonnie. I'll call Julia when we get 
there and tell you where to meet us."

"Great!" he said, grabbing his coat and heading for the garage to get 
the other car.

"Come on, we don't want to keep your surprise waiting," smiled Renee as 
she led Bonnie to the BMW out front.

"Oh I thought you were taking me to some new restaurant," said Bonnie 
as Renee rang the doorbell to the mansion.

"No, I have some friends I want you to meet," said Renee as the door 
opened and a tall thin man wearing a small mask across the nose and 
eyes ushered them in. They were given similar masks and offered drinks. 
Bonnie took a glass of wine while Renee preferred Sherry.

"No mask?" asked Renee, noticing Bonnie laying hers on a table as they 
walked past.

"A little early for Halloween and a little late for Mardi Gras," 
replied the teacher. She had never liked masks. People hid behind 
masks. She wondered what these people were hiding.

A middle aged woman and man approached them, masked as was everyone 
else.

"Ah our hosts," commented Renee, "Rowland and Madeline Kinser, I'd like 
you to meet Bonnie Tyler."

"So this is your sister-in-law you were telling us about earlier 
today," said the woman.

"Exactly. I told her she would be in for a big surprise tonight," 
smiled Renee.

"Of that you may be assured," said the man and directed them into a 
large room where there were perhaps fifteen to twenty people talking 
and laughing.

"Drink up my dear, or is the wine too dry?" asked Renee.

"No, it's fine, it's just that...I'm not much of a drinker and I think 
it's going to my head already," she replied as the room began to sway a 
bit.

"That's just your first reaction. Drink a bit more and it will pass."

Bonnie drained the glass, but instead of making it better, she began to 
feel woozy and her step staggered a bit as they walked to the middle of 
the room.

The drug in the wine was quickly taking hold. Bonnie tried to keep her 
composure as she was introduced to several other guests but as her 
glass was again filled and she was encouraged to drink up, she found it 
difficult to maintain a train of thought and the room was becoming a 
montage of images and sounds which she could no longer identify. The 
glass was lifted to her lips and she drank because someone asked her 
to. She felt weak and tried looking for somewhere to sit, but she could 
no longer even differentiate a chair from a table.

"Light... headed..." was all she could manage to say, her speech 
becoming slurred.

"Drink!" was the one word command.

She obeyed, gulping down the drugged wine. "Hotttttt... in... here," 
she mumbled as the glass was again held to her lips.

"Then perhaps you should take off your clothes and get cooler," 
suggested a large muscular man with a moustache.

"Yeth," she said, stepping out of the high heels and clumsily reaching 
behind her to unbutton her dress.

"Need some help?" he asked.

She tried to focus, tried to figure out where she was and why she was 
taking off her clothes. Giving up on understanding she simply turned so 
he could undo the buttons for her.

"Tank yuuu," she slurred as she let the dress fall at her feet.

Unaware that the other guest's conversations had died and that all eyes 
were now focused on her, Bonnie looked up dazedly at the man.

"Now wouldn't you be more comfortable without that slip?" he asked.

"Oh, how sssssilly of me. Of course," she responded, holding her hands 
straight over her head so a smiling woman in a red mask could slide it 
up and off.

Another women assisted the first and Bonnie's stockings were soon at 
her ankles where they helped the swaying woman to step out of them 
completely. A short balding man stepped up and asked if he could assist 
with her garter belt. The totally drugged out woman simply smiled as 
the man unsnapped it and it fell away.

"Now your bra dear," whispered an older woman in her ear.

"...Leave bra... on," Bonnie said, not aware it was the last vestige of 
her own will fighting through the drug induced stupor.

"Now you don't want to do that, do you?" asked a gray haired, middle 
aged man.

"...Why... why... not? Bonnie asked, dumbly returning his smile.

"Because then we couldn't see your breasts. You do want to show us your 
breasts, don't you?" he asked.

"Yessssss, show you... my breastsssss."

Her speech was becoming unintelligible, her mind so confused with 
images, sounds and suggestions, she had no idea what or why she was 
reaching to unsnap her bra. Although she was again clumsy, they let her 
fumble until she finally managed to unhook it herself.

"Now, my dear, you want to show us your breasts, don't you?" said an 
overweight woman in a pink mask.

"See?" sang Bonnie dropping the bra to the floor and cupping her 
breasts to the laughter and applause of the guests.

"Now the thing you want most to take off for us," intoned the male 
Kinser.

"Whatssss zat?" asked the woman, looking to find what the man could 
possibly be talking about.

"Why, your panties, my dear," joined in the female host of the evening.

"...Pantiesssss?"

"Why yes, I'm sure you want to take them off and give them to me, don't 
you?"

"Uhhhhhh...Yes, pa... pa...panties... just for you," she slurred, as 
she slid them over her hips and let them fall around her ankles. She 
clumsily stepped out of them and bent over to pick them up as the 
guests guffawed to see her expose her most private recesses. She almost 
fell trying to rise but several pairs of hands steadied her as she 
presented the panties to Rowland Kinser.

"Thank you my dear, I can assure you they will be kept in a place of 
honor," he smiled.

"Now, Bonnie, walk around the room so we can all see you better."

She obeyed as hands reached out to gently caress breasts and a finger 
or two found their way to her nest and anus.

"You like to be touched, don't you?" asked a younger woman.

"...Yes... like to... be... touched," answered Martin's sister, her 
befogged mind responding to the slightest suggestion.

"And do you like to be touched here?" asked a tall woman with large 
hands as she stood behind the teacher and cupped and squeezed Bonnie's 
breasts.

"Emmmmm," hummed Bonnie.

"And here, do you like to be touched here?" asked a younger man as he 
fingered her vaginal lips and found her clit.

"Oh... Yes... touchhhhh me, touchhhh me," she writhed to take him into 
her, but he withdrew as Renee had made it very plain, the woman was to 
retain her vaginal virginity.

"And here! I bet you like this best of all, eh Bonnie?" said yet 
another man, his finger finding her anus and feeling the involuntary 
contraction as he pushed slightly inward.

"...Yesssss... best... of all."

"Then Bonnie, since you like to be touched there, I bet you'd like to 
have something inside as well, wouldn't you?"

She looked to the man, simply couldn't focus on his leering face, but 
knew the answer he wanted, knew the answer she must give 
because...because...Oh it didn't matter. They wanted her to say it, so 
she would, to please them. Yes, please them, that was what she wanted 
to do, please them all.

"...Yesssssss, inssssside me," she smiled, stupidly.

"Then I suggest you get down on your hands and knees."

She obeyed with the help of some hands to steady her.

"You know Bonnie, animals fuck on all fours, especially dogs. You love 
to fuck on all four don't you?"

"...Yes... love to... fuck... on all fours."

"Then I guess that makes you an animal."

"...Yes... animal..."

"Why, it even makes you a dog."

"...Dog... yesssss."

"And since you're a female dog, that makes you a bitch, right?"

"...Bitch... yes... bitchhhhh."

"Well, Bonnie since you're a bitch who loves to be fucked in the ass, I 
guess we should bring you a male to fill that hole, eh?"

"...fill my hole, fill my hole, fill my hole," she repeated as some 
sort of strange nursery rhyme.

"Now hold still, Bonnie and we'll give the bitch something to fill her 
hole," sneered Renee who had been watching from one corner of the room.

"Reeeeneeee?"

Bonnie rolled the name around in her mind. It seemed she knew that 
name, but she could make no connection despite her best efforts and so, 
at last, gave up.

Renee's Labrador was led in on a leash. Bonnie looked back to see the 
dog, its tongue hanging out, anxious to mount. Someone had already 
prepped the dog for he was sporting a full and lengthy erection.

"Now Bonnie, you want to be ass fucked, don't you?" asked Renee.

"...Yes... assssssfucked," murmured the Auburn haired woman with a body 
remarkably well proportioned for a woman her age. Her breasts were 
certainly not as firm as Renee's but they held their shape well even 
while dangling beneath her. Her waist was still small and her hips 
full. Her legs had lost a bit of their curvature, but were still quite 
attractive.

Renee still wished there was time to turn the woman completely. She 
would make an interesting slave, intelligent yet compliant.

"Hold Still, Bonnie, Peppy here wants a piece of ass!"

She guided the animal's shaft to the anal opening letting some of the 
pre-ejaculate drip onto the woman's small opening as the dog mounted 
her, his paws gripping her tightly as Renee held his shaft firmly in 
her hand and felt it grow even larger.

"You like it don't you Bonnie?"

"...Yessssss..."

"You want the dog to fuck you, don't you?"

"...Yesssssss... fuck me... fuck me..." she repeated to please them.

"Then fuck her Peppy!" cried Renee again placing the penis at the 
entrance to her anus and releasing it,

The dog was in her in an instant humping so powerfully his shaft was 
buried in the drugged woman by the third thrust.

Bonnie started to scream with the pain but uttered only a grunt when 
Renee's voice came to her.

"You like it up your ass, don't you Bonnie?"

"...Yes... like it... up my ass," slurred the woman.

As the dog humped her harder and harder, its penis growing and 
stretching the hapless teacher's anal canal, Renee had an idea.

"Take his knot, Bonnie. Take his knot up your ass."

"...Wha..."

"You want to don't you Bonnie? You want his knot in your ass."

The drug had reached its peak and the naked woman had no idea what was 
being asked or what she was even saying.

"...Take...knot...up...ass..."

"Spread your cheeks, Bonnie," Renee instructed.

The woman complied reaching back to spread her cheeks, opening her anus 
as widely as possible.

"Now take it Bonnie! Take it all!"

As the dog lunged forward powerfully, the obedient drugged slave drove 
herself backward and the dog's knot entered her anal canal.

The pain of this massive violation fought through the drug and Bonnie 
shrieked in agony at the same moment Martin came rushing into the room. 
He had caught on fairly quickly that he was being sidetracked and had 
asked where Renee had taken Bonnie. As soon as he heard the name 
Kinser, he knew that Renee had something erotic and probably perverted 
in mind. His mad dash across town had ended with his quickly entering 
the Kinser mansion to find his sister, naked, on all fours, being 
violated in her rectum by Renee's huge Labrador.

The dog's knot was beginning to swell and the pain was becoming 
unbearable for the sister.

"Get him off her!" he ordered, rushing to her side.

"Martin, we can't. He's tied to her. You'll have to wait until he 
orgasms and his knot shrinks or you could injure her even worse," said 
Renee.

He knew it was true, but Bonnie was now in such intense pain, her 
adrenaline was fighting off the drug which had already peaked and begun 
to decline in its effect.

"Oh God, it hurts! IT HURTS!" cried Bonnie.

"Get the hell out of here!" shouted Martin to the startled guests as he 
grabbed a coverlet from the sofa and covered his naked sister. The 
guests filtered into other parts of the house.

Martin grabbed Renee by the arm and pushed her into an adjoining room.

"How could you do this to her?" he demanded.

"Martin, she told me today that she is dying and wanted to experience 
everything she could in the time she has left. She said she's never 
stripped for anyone before so when we got here, she took one drink and 
began taking her clothes off. Then she begged several of the men to 
fuck her but they wouldn't. She had seen Peppy outside and told us that 
if no one here would fuck her, she knew who would. She had them bring 
in the dog. She said she fucked dogs all the time back home and even 
let a ram mount her once.

Martin knew she was lying, but there being nothing he could do for 
Bonnie at the moment, he decided to see what Renee was up to.

"She's been drugged," he countered.

"I gave her the drugs to ease the pain after she let the dog mount 
her."

"I can't believe..."

"Martin, I'm sorry you had to see this, to see what a... well to put it 
bluntly, what a slut your sister really is."

"But..." he hesitated, paying out more line to Renee.

"She even wanted Peppy to take her virginity, but I wouldn't allow 
that."

"How did you know she's a virgin?"

"She told me so on the way over here. She also told me how she feels 
about you. Obviously she lied because she was willing to fuck any man 
in the room."

Martin had caught her in another lie. He knew Bonnie would never share 
how she felt about him with anyone.

He quickly looked in to see Bonnie still knotted to the dog and 
screaming for help as the canine continued to push the knot further 
into her.

Martin rushed into the room where his sister was being defiled.

"Give her another dose of the drug!" he demanded.

Renee administered the capsule with some water. Bonnie's screams began 
to abate somewhat as the drug took effect, but her grunts signaled that 
the drug was not altogether successful in blocking the pain.

"Martin, we need to talk about this," Renee said quietly.

"Yes, I just never dreamed she was like this," he said, leading Renee 
on.

At that moment the dog climaxed filling the teacher's bowels with 
ejaculate.

"She's an embarrassment, Martin," whispered Renee, "an embarrassment to 
you and the family name. I may have my unique sexual tastes, but I keep 
them hidden discreetly away."

"Yes," he lied, "I just never realized how perverted she really was."

The dog was finally able to dismount and the exhausted, pain racked and 
drugged woman collapsed to the floor unconscious.

Martin quickly wrapped her in the coverlet and carried her to the car, 
placing her unconscious form in the back seat. Renee climbed into the 
front seat as well. They would have Renee's car returned later.

"What am I going to do?" he asked with a voice he tried to make sound 
desperately concerned as he pulled out and entered traffic.

"There is a way," she offered.

"What do you mean?"

"Look, she's dying. Another six months will only give her enough time 
to thoroughly disgrace you. She's already said she intends to make her 
last months a sexual orgy and it's obvious from tonight's performance 
she doesn't care who knows about it."

She looked over to her husband with an earnest expression.

"I've been taking to heart what you said about abusing the renewal 
ceremony. I agree I should allow myself to age naturally and I am 
asking for only one more sacrifice to totally invigorate me and then I 
assure you, I will not ask again."

"Another sacrifice? But...?"

Renee let him see her glance back to the sleeping woman.

"You can't be serious," he said, now seeing exactly where Renee had 
been leading all along.

"It may seem unthinkable, but in a way you would be doing her a favor. 
Her last weeks, perhaps even months will be painful and debilitating. 
She may even wind up dying in a hospital with a dozen tubes sticking 
out of her. This way it would be quick and relatively painless and no 
one around to cause embarrassing spectacles like tonight."

"But..." he stammered to give her time to reveal her plan completely 
and to begin to formulate a counter plan of his own.

"We can hold the renewal tomorrow night. She's not as young as the 
others, but I am sure she can afford me what I need for a good while."

"So soon?" he asked.

"The sooner the better. You know how you tend to agonize about things 
when you have too much time to think and second guess yourself," she 
said.

"All right, tomorrow night," he agreed thinking through the important 
arrangements he would have to make before then.

Arriving home, he carried his sister upstairs and put her to bed. The 
drug had pretty well worn off by now and she had simply lapsed into a 
natural exhausted sleep.

As Martin made some calls, Renee wasted no time in satisfying her 
sensual appetite as she entertained a young Asian woman until almost 
midnight. After the woman left, Renee herself succumbed to exhausted 
slumber, so she was completely unaware when the man, now accustomed to 
kidnapping unsuspecting women, entered her room and crept to the side 
of her bed. She did not waken as the chloroform soaked cloth was held 
over her nose and she drifted into an even deeper sleep. Nor could she 
know that she was carried to a waiting private ambulance and taken to a 
medical clinic, heavily subsidized by Martin's charitable foundation, 
where a small team of doctors performed a delicate surgical procedure 
on the unconscious woman and carefully collected a specimen as they had 
been directed. Within four hours she was returned to her bed and would 
awake in the morning as usual, non the wiser as to what had taken place 
while she slept.

That detail taken care of, Martin silently opened the door to Bonnie's 
room. It was pitch dark save for the small electric candle on the night 
stand. He approached the bed still wondering how he could approach her, 
how much he should explain, how he would ever get her to cooperate with 
such lunacy and, most of all, how he could insure her safety by 
committing the unthinkable.

"Bonnie," he whispered.

She moaned a bit in her sleep but didn't awaken.

"Bonnie, it's me Martin," he said again, this time closer to her ear.

"Ummmmm, Martin?" she asked, her eyes opening at last. Where am I?"

"You're home Sis, safe and sound."

"What happened?"

"How much do you remember?"

"I... I remember going to the Kinser's with Renee. I had a couple of 
drinks and... it's all just a big blur."

"That's all you remember?

"Yes. Martin, what happened?"

"Well," he smiled, "you're going to have to learn to hold your liquor. 
You passed out."

"Oh God, how embarrassing, and in front of Renee's friends.

"Don't worry about it."

"I... I didn't do or say anything stupid, did I?"

"No," he lied, "not at all. You just had a bit too much to drink and 
zonked out on us."

She started to turn to him and felt the soreness. Martin had bathed her 
carefully and applied an ointment which helped a great deal, but she 
would feel some pain for the next several days.

"Why..." she started to ask.

"When you passed out, you fell back onto the sharp corner of a table. 
Not very elegant, but the Austrian judge still gave you a nine point 
seven."

They both shared a laugh.

"You'll be sore for a few days but its nothing too serious," he added.

"Who brought me home and put me to bed?"

"I did."

"Martin," she smiled mischievously, "I don't have on any clothes."

"Oh," he smiled, not knowing exactly how to explain this one, "you 
noticed."

She nodded.

"Well so did I. You're a beautiful woman, Sis."

She was taken aback and the mood turned serious.

"I've been giving a lot of thought to what we talked about the night 
you arrived."

"Martin, I didn't mean to..."

"No, it's OK. I have come to realize that even though you never told 
me, I was somehow aware at some unconscious level that you loved me 
more than anyone else in this world ever could."

"But..."

"And I realized that a love like that, so beautiful and unselfish 
should not go unrealized."

"Martin, what do you mean?"

He leaned over and their lips brushed lightly.

"That I love you too and always have. Maybe I felt I was too much 
older, or too preoccupied with other things and people or maybe it was 
because brothers and sisters aren't supposed to feel this way."

"I'm not ashamed of feeling the way I do," she whispered.

"Nor am I," he said, kissing her again, deeply and passionately.

"Oh Martin," she whispered as he discarded his clothes and lay beside 
her, "are you sure?"

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

They kissed again, his hands and then his lips finding her breasts.

"Martin, I've never..."

"Shhhh," he hushed, his tongue slowly finding its way to her nest.

She moaned softly and urgently as his tongue found her clitoris.

"Bonnie, I want you to have my child," he said as he kissed her neck. 
Her body on fire, her breathing labored, her nest soaking, she had 
never wanted anything this badly.

"Martin, I can't!" she panted, "I probably won't live long enough to 
bring it to term."

"Yes, you will. I know a way to give you a long and healthy life."

"Martin, I've been to the specialists, they all say the same thing."

"Have I ever lied to you?"

"No, never."

"Then please Bonnie, know that I am telling you the truth."

"Oh Martin, I want to believe!"

"Then close your eyes, kiss me and let me give you the child we both 
want!"

She was ecstatic, overcome with desire and love. She could deny herself 
no longer.

"Yes, YES!" she cried as his shaft penetrated her, tearing aside her 
hymen and plunging deeply inside her. She pushed upward with all her 
might to meet his downward strokes and soon felt his pubic hair mixing 
with her own.

They both groaned loudly as the simultaneous orgasms swept over them, 
the sister experiencing a second climax as she felt his hot seed fill 
her womb.

"Yes Martin, take me!" she cried as another intense round of lovemaking 
began. The sun would be sending its first rays through the bedroom 
window before the lovers finally parted.

Somewhat later, as was her usual custom in the morning, Renee first 
admired herself in the full length mirror before carefully scrutinizing 
her face in the smaller make-up mirror on her table. Walking to the 
bathroom, she felt a tenderness in her vagina and smiled. The Asian 
woman last night had been far more experienced than she anticipated and 
used a dildo on Renee unmercifully. But, she decided, twelve orgasms 
were worth a little soreness. She stepped into the shower with that 
same feeling of eager anticipation she felt each time there was to be a 
sacrifice. This one would be especially satisfying. Renee had never 
particularly liked Bonnie, but having overhead her profession of love 
for him and having seen Martin's initial positive reaction, she was 
glad her plan had worked so well, first alienate Martin from her and 
then actually talk him into sacrificing her. She hummed to herself as 
she turned on the water.

When Renee left in early afternoon on one of her shopping excursions, 
Martin asked Bonnie to sit with him and talk.

"Despite what you may think, I did not say those things to you last 
night just because I wanted to climb in bed with you."

"Gee," she smiled, I was kind of hoping you did."

He returned her smile momentarily, but his face then took on a serious 
expression.

"There is a way you can live a long life."

"I don't understa..."

"What I'm about to tell you is going to sound unbelievable, but I swear 
to you every word is true. Please hear me out and then, if you agree, 
let me tell you what I have in mind for tonight."

She nodded and his narrative began. With the exception of what Renee 
and the Kinsers had done to her last night, he was determined to tell 
her everything.

Renee had spoken with Bonnie late in the afternoon, telling her about a 
strange African tree they had brought back from their safari a few 
months earlier. As instructed by Martin, Bonnie had expressed interest 
in seeing the plant and Renee was only too willing to agree to show it 
to her after supper.

The three now stood before the tree in the converted warehouse.

"Magnificent isn't it?" asked Renee.

"I doubt it will get any beauty awards, but it is quite different from 
any tree I've ever seen," said the teacher.

"Would you like a drink of champagne, dear?" asked Renee pouring three 
glasses and slipping the capsule into one glass and offering it to 
Bonnie.

"After the other night, I'm not too sure," smiled the sister-in-law.

"Oh just one glass won't put your under the table. Besides, you'll be 
leaving us soon and we should have a toast."

"We could go home and hold the toast there," suggested Martin. When he 
had revealed Renee's plan and part of his counter plan, as shocked as 
she was, Bonnie made him agree to give Renee a final chance to do the 
right thing, to back out of her plan to use Bonnie as a sacrifice. 
Martin had left his sister with the idea that Bonnie would be arrested 
for attempted murder. Martin had other plans however.

"Nonsense," said Renee handing the glass to Bonnie.

Bonnie took the glass, aware that Martin had switched capsules earlier 
in the afternoon. The capsule in her glass was harmless, but now she 
was going to have to do some acting.

"Here's to a long life for the both of you," said Bonnie, draining her 
glass.

"Yes, here's to life!" smiled Renee.

"Another?" asked Renee?

"Yes, thank you. It's delicious."

Bonnie noticed Renee beginning to look for some effect of the drug. She 
let her eyes defocus for a moment and then shook her head.

"Surely, I'm not getting tipsy again."

"Oh, of course not. Here let me fill that up again for you."

Bonnie drank the sparkling wine down quickly.

"Ummmmmm," she murmured.

"Like that feeling don't you?" asked Renee as Martin looked on trying 
to look ashamed that he was a participant.

"Yesssss," Bonnie slurred her words as Martin had instructed her.

"Let's go over closer to the tree. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Yessssss... like that."

"Bonnie dear, you'd like to please us wouldn't you?"

"Yes... please Renee and Martin," she responded, she hoped 
convincingly.

"Then why don't you take off your clothes so we can see how beautiful 
you are."

Martin had prepared her for this and yet she hesitated.

"Don't you want to please us?" asked Renee.

"Yesssss... please you." said Martin's sister, steeling herself for 
what she was about to do. Slowly and awkwardly, so as to seem under the 
effects of the drug, she shed her clothes, noticing that Renee was 
doing the same.

"Now come here and kiss me!" urged Renee.

They embraced. Bonnie had kissed a few boys back in high school but 
never a girl and certainly no one with the erotic attraction of Renee. 
Martin had warned her of Renee's allure, but the kiss was still 
overpowering. Bonnie found herself responding and had to focus all her 
concentration to keep her own hands at her sides as Renee's found her 
breasts.

"I think I want a little taste of this before we go any further," 
smiled Renee to Martin, determined to exhibit her power and control 
over his sister.

Before Martin could object, Renee was on her knees, her tongue entering 
the soaking nest of her intended victim. With Renee occupied in her 
nest, Bonnie looked to Martin who was as surprised as she at this turn 
of events. All he could do was silently urge her with his hand to 
continue. He was afraid Renee might use her fingers and discover that 
Bonnie was no longer a virgin, but Renee knew the power of her lips and 
tongue and so it was no act when Bonnie orgasmed only moments later.

"Now Bonnie wants to pleasure Renee, don't you Bonnie?" the beautiful 
predator whispered.

Again Bonnie was shocked, but trapped as well. She slid to her knees as 
Renee parted her legs.

"Pleasssss Renee," she mumbled as Renee's hands grabbed her by the hair 
and pulled her to her nest. Totally inexperienced, her tongue entered 
the other woman.

"There... yes, there!" urged Renee beginning to thrust on the mouth of 
her intended victim. Bonnie was both repulsed and fascinated by what 
she was doing. She had never in her wildest dreams imagined ever making 
love to a woman, yet the mouth, body and vagina of this woman were so 
sensuous, erotic and seductive.

"Yesssssss," moaned Renee as Bonnie tasted a sweetness which, under 
other circumstances, she would have desired to taste again and again.

Pulling the woman up to her, Renee kissed her again, her tongue 
exploring mouth and throat. Bonnie was not sure how much longer she 
could resist. Her knees were weak form both her own orgasm and the 
excitement of tasting Renee's. But just when she thought she could keep 
up the pretense no longer, would simply wrap her arms around the woman 
and let Renee have her way with her, the beautiful but deadly sister-
in-law released her.

"Now Bonnie I want you to do something for me."

Gathering her wits about her, Bonnie got back into character.

"For Renee..."

"Yes, I want you to go hug the tree and rub your pussy on its bark."

"Rub... pussy... on... bark..." Bonnie repeated and staggered over to 
the tree.

She put her arms around the trunk and found the small vile hidden in 
the folds of the deeply ridged bark. As Martin had instructed her, 
while facing the tree, away from Renee, she surreptitiously brought the 
vile down and emptied its liquid contents into her own auburn nest 
hair. Hiding the empty bottle again within the folds of the tree trunk, 
she rubbed her nest hair against the trunk being careful to appear that 
her vaginal lips were making contact, but, in reality, wetting the 
truck with the essence of Renee. The vile of vaginal fluid had been 
collected while the doctors had performed the secret surgery last 
night.

Renee, seeing the moisture on the tree trunk, motioned for Bonnie to 
again join her.

The slithering appendages were already beginning to writhe on the floor 
as Bonnie again fell into Renee's arms, her mouth surrendering 
willingly to the irresistible lips and tongue of her younger seducer.

She felt the dry raspy tendril wind around her legs and approach her 
nest. It seemed confused at first, no doubt first catching the scent of 
Renee still clinging to Bonnie's nest hair, but it then moved closer 
and, as Martin had said it would, it entered her vagina, filling her 
but remaining still. Other tendrils bound the two women tightly 
together. Bonnie closed her eyes as Martin had instructed her.

The smile on Renee's face changed suddenly as she felt the pseudo penis 
hesitate before entering her. It had never done that, she thought, 
except with the woman who was to be sacrifi..."

She screamed as it probed to find what the doctors had inserted last 
night. While Renee slept, they had grafted a thin membrane across her 
vaginal tract, in effect, recreating a hymen. It was this surgically 
installed hymen that the plant sensed along with the scent of her 
vagina which matched that which it was looking for.

With a massive thrust it broke through the membrane and began the 
sensuous and erotic stimulation that no woman, not even Renee, could 
resist.

Within seconds Renee was panting as she thrust uncontrollably on the 
gyrating phallus. She knew something was wrong, knew the renewal was 
being reversed somehow, knew she had to stop it, yet could not as the 
first powerful orgasm swept over her.

Bonnie had once been shocked while hooking up some battery cables on 
her car. The sensation she felt was not too unlike that, except the 
jolt was followed by a powerful sense that her body had gained 
something, something which it needed.

Renee's second orgasm was followed almost immediately by a third and 
fourth. Her own sexuality was working against her now. She had nurtured 
an ability to experience orgasms easily and in multiples. Now, with 
each one, she first experienced the unbelievable pleasure followed by 
the sensation of loss; loss of vitality, loss of control and loss of 
her youthful body and face.

Her voice quivered as she climaxed again.

"Martin... help me!"

Martin met her eyes briefly and in that moment she knew it was he who 
had betrayed her. He looked away as her youth was dissolving before his 
eyes.

Bonnie's body, on the other hand, was gaining strength and vitality. 
Her breasts were firmer, her hips taut, the curvaceousness of her legs 
returning.

Bonnie was unaware what exactly was happening. Martin had told her to 
keep her eyes closed and simply concentrate on letting the positive 
energy enter her body. She had to admit she was feeling better every 
moment even if she had no idea she was becoming a beautiful and younger 
version of herself. She knew Renee was in some sort of distress since 
she could feel and hear as the orgasms rolled through her, but Martin 
had lied that her healing would stop if she opened her eyes before he 
instructed her.

As Renee's thirty-second orgasm finally subsided, the branches released 
Bonnie who heard the voice of an old woman screaming, then choking, 
then silence.

"It's all right," Martin said, taking her in his arms.

"What's happened? I feel like a teenager again," she laughed.

"Well, not a teenager, but I think you'll be pleasantly surprised," he 
smiled.

"Where's Renee? And I heard an old woman's voice, who was she?" asked 
Bonnie.

"Renee and the old woman are gone. Neither of them will ever threaten 
you again.

"Martin, does this mean...?

"Yes, Bonnie. I think your next check-up will reveal the cancer is gone 
and when you get home and in front of a mirror, I think you will find 
an added bonus."

"What...?"

"Just take a gander in the mirror when you get home."

He swept her in his arms and kissed her deeply, tenderly and warmly.

"Bonnie, I will love you forever."

"As I love you," she responded, "but why the long face?"

"Just something I have to do. I want you to do something for me."

"Of course."

"I want you to get the car and drive home."

"Why don't I just wait for you?"

"This is something I have to do myself and I want to know you're all 
right."

"But..."

"Please, no buts, just do as I ask."

"... All right..." she said, confused.

He kissed her again.

"I'll be waiting," she said over her shoulder, smiling as she walked to 
the car, totally unaware of the small life growing inside her now 
healthy body.

When he heard the car pull away, Martin got the Jerry cans he had 
brought earlier in the day and began sloshing the gasoline throughout 
the warehouse. He made sure he saturated the Lauaki and the soil around 
it, then wet down each wall and the doorway. His eyes were stinging 
from the pungent smell of the gasoline but he kept working as quickly 
as possible. Finally satisfied that the building would be incinerated 
before the fire department could even respond, he walked to the tree.

He had loved Renee, tried to save her, perhaps he had saved Bonnie, but 
his sins were too many, he thought. He was sure now that Renee had 
murdered Ben, but while he had nothing to do with Ben's death, he could 
never forgive himself for deserting Christine, listening to her cries 
of help and walking away. And the poor girls he had arranged to have 
murdered, all in the name of love for Renee. He smiled sadly as he 
thought it was so true that the rich commit unpardonable sins, then 
assuage their conscience by throwing money in large quantities at 
charitable causes. Yes, he had established large anonymous trusts for 
each of the families whose daughter he had so callously watched die to 
satisfy his wife's vanity. But he knew it could never be enough. Renee 
had paid an ironic and fitting price for her sins, now it was time he 
paid for his. His last thoughts were of Bonnie and the love which had, 
at last, been returned, unselfishly and unreservedly. His only wish was 
he could have discovered that love years ago. The estate would be hers, 
perhaps she could spend the money more wisely than he had. At least now 
she would have a chance to try. For him it was too late, for her, he 
hoped, a fresh beginning.

He took out the lighter and flicked the wheel.