Klitzman's Paradise (The Klitzman Stories)

by Paul Blades

  When he had emptied himself, Max gave a loud sigh and rolled off of the unhappy girl. “Too much!” he exclaimed to himself. “You’re hot, baby!” he said to her. Roxanne turned her body away from her assailant and curled herself into a ball. Her whole body was tingling with the aftermath of her orgasms, but she was despondent, confused and angry that the big man with his thick, long, famous dick had forced himself on her. She started to cry softly.

  Miriam and Deke had finished quickly and they were back at the bar. The big breasted blond girl, unconscious of her friend’s dismay, was snorting another, long, thick line. She washed it down with a large glass of freezing cold vodka. Daphne was lying under the drummer, exhausted, and began to nod out.

  Jana had finished her Coca Cola. She had watched, almost stupefied, as the lead singer of the currently most successful rock band in the world had fucked the pretty black haired girl right in front of her. “That was a rape!” she exclaimed. “You’re not going to get away with this!”

  “And just what are you going to do about it?” Creeper asked her sarcastically.

  The dull drone of the jet engines suddenly seemed ominous to the pretty reporter. Her mind seemed to becoming fogged. She remembered that she was going to call her boyfriend. She reached inside the satchel, which she had placed next to her chair, and fumbled around for her cell phone. The blood seemed to rush to her head as she leaned over and when she sat back up after finding it, her mind spun. She looked at the creepy band manager. He was grinning at her like the cat that swallowed the canary. She unfolded her phone and tried to press on the keys. Her fingers seemed slow and she had difficulty making them obey her commands. Then she felt the phone gently eased out of her hands.

  “I don’t think that you’ll be making any calls, Jana,” Creeper told her. “Not for a very long time. Maybe never.”

  “Wha…?” the girl mumbled. Her mind was working but her mouth refused to obey her. Her hands became heavy and she dropped them to the arm rests on her chair.

  “Did you enjoy your Coca Cola?” Creeper asked her ominously.

  “The drink! He put something in my drink!” Jana’s mind screamed out. “That cocksucker!” She tried to rise from her chair, but her leg muscles were leaden. She was able manage no more than a little rise of her ass off the seat and then she had to lean back again.

  “You’ve heard of the date rape drug, Jana, haven’t you? In fact, I think you did some articles on it a few months ago,” Creeper whispered into the frantic woman’s ear. His breath was hot and Jana’s mind was repelled by the disgusting man’s proximity.

  “”I took the liberty of dropping a good dose in your soda. For the next five hours or so, you won’t be able to move a muscle. But you’ll be able to see and hear everything that’s going on around you. Don’t worry, I’m not going to fuck you, yet. That’ll wait. First I want to get a look at your fine tits.”

  Creeper leaned over and began to unbutton the denim shirt that covered the reporter’s top. It was already loose by three buttons, giving an enticing preview of the girl’s appealing twin mounds, just the edges, demonstrating a more than acceptable cleavage. Jana struggled to lift her arms to frustrate the scurvy band manager, but her arms were like two dead weights. She was able to murmur a dull protest when the man had finished unbuttoning her shirt and pulled the two halves apart.

  “What a pretty bra, Jana,” Creeper said. “Did you get all dressed up for me?” The garment was made of smooth, light rose colored silk. The bottom halves were glossy and opaque, but the upper halves, which rose up to just above her nipples, were made of a fine, rococo style lace, all swirls and circles. Jana’s skin was almost coffee colored, a product of her father’s Caribbean heritage. She had thick, sensual lips and bright eyes. But they weren’t looking so bright now.

  Creeper took Jana’s full breasts in his hands and massaged them. “Very nice, Jana,” he told her admiringly. “I’ll bet your boyfriends like to play with these. But let me get a better view, okay?”

  Jana had no power to respond. The evil intended band manager pulled Jana’s torso forward and reached behind her under her open shirt. With some difficulty, he undid the clasp that held the lacy undergarment in place. He pulled a penknife from his pocket and cut the thin straps that went over her shoulders and pulled the barrier to his eyes’ delight free.

  The reporter’s mind screamed in protest as she felt her breasts fall loose. She couldn’t believe that this was happening. She would get even, she swore it, if it was the last thing she did. This guy would be sorry he had ever lived. Unfortunately, in this, she was sadly mistaken.

  The band manager held the twin orbs in his hands and lifted them free from Jana’s chest, just like he was assessing fruit at the market. He was standing between her open legs, bent over her. He teased the dainty little buds at the tips with his thumbs until they stiffened. He smiled at her. “Nothing wrong with that part of you,” he said. “I think I’ll have a little taste.”

  He leaned over and took her left teat inside his mouth, sucking in the whole, pale, two inch wide areola. He sucked at the breast hard, slobbering over it, enjoying the humiliation of the haughty, beautiful journalist. “Mmmmmmmm, good!” he said as he came up for air. “Now let’s try the other one.”

  Jana cringed inwardly as the man sucked in the top portion of her right breast. Despite her revulsion at the offensive contact, she felt her lusts begin to simmer as the man’s hot mouth and fervent tongue began to draw blood to her breasts and loins. “I hope that you like getting your tits sucked on, Jana, because where you’re going you’re going to get a lot of that. You wanted to find out about the girls who have been disappearing? Well, you’re going to learn all about it.”

  Panic ran through the young woman as the import of Creeper’s statement struck her. For the first time she began to have real fear about what was going on.

  Max, temporarily sated, had wandered over from the bar. Deke and Slaughter were keeping the oblivious Miriam entertained. She had a remarkable stamina for the drug they were giving her. They had told the girls that it was cocaine, which was partially right. But it had been laced with a strong narcotic, accelerating the girls’ wooziness and loss of will. Miriam had done three more lines and a couple more shots. The effects of the drug were beginning to tell on her. She was heavily slurring her words and was getting less than efficient at warding off the men’s hands as they explored her voluptuous body.

  Max looked down at the almost half naked reporter. “So this is the cunt who’s been giving us shit,” he observed. “She don’t look like much.” Max was still buck naked and his long, limp cock dangled between his legs. He took a hold of it with his right fist. “Maybe I should give her a ride on my wand of love,” he said, grinning.

  Creeper looked back at the rocker. “She’s mine, Max. I get to fuck her first, got it!” Creeper’s tone was a change from his usual deferential manner. Max was taken aback a bit.

  “Okay, Creeper,” he said, emphasizing the last word with a long, mocking drawl.

  “Help me get her naked,” the manager replied.

  The two men callously manhandled the woman’s body until her shirt, jeans, panties, socks and calf high, finely tooled, brown leather boots were on the floor. Jana had a tattoo! Just above the curly brown hair that covered her sex, in an arc, were a series of miniature blue and red flowers intertwined with a dull green, leafy vine. Under it, in a light blue, florid, cursive script was the word ‘Love’.

  “Well I’ll be damned!” Max exclaimed when he saw it. “She’s a regular love machine!”

  Creeper stood back to admire the fine artwork. “Oooooo!” he said to the unhappy girl, “you’re naughty. Did you do that for your boyfriend, Jana? You’ll get lots of chances to show that off where you’re going. And I’m sure you’ll get lots of love.”

  Jana felt tears coming to her eyes. She couldn’t remember the last time that she had cried. She was a tough broad, making it in a man’s game. But she was just overwhel
med with fear and dismay. She knew that she was going to be raped. But it sounded like Creeper had plans to sell her to a whorehouse or something. Dirty, squalid images flowed through her mind. She saw a long line of slimy, ugly, grinning men waiting to get at her. This couldn’t be happening!

  Deke and Slaughter had Miriam back down on the floor. She wasn’t sure that she liked what was going on. Their hands and mouths were all over her body, teasing her, rubbing her clit, groping at her breasts. Slaughter had shed his clothes, exposing his brawny, tattooed chest and legs. He looked like a circus performer or like some grizzled Russian mobster, he had so many crude and colorful tattoos. Deke was lying on his side next to the besotted girl, kissing her breasts, squeezing and prodding them. Slaughter had the girl’s left leg in the air and was kneeling between her thighs. His hand was stroking her sex, running her moisture all over her distended, engorged labia. They had finally removed her miniskirt.

  “I want to fuck her in the ass!” Slaughter declaimed. He was looking at the little, brown star that just peaked out from under the cheeks of Miriam’s plump rear end. “Roll her over,” he said impatiently.

  Deke looked at the drummer. He was about to challenge the demonic rhythm artist. Miriam was his. But then again, you didn’t want to fuck with Slaughter when he had a bag on. Or any other time. And you never wanted to get between him and his meat.

  Miriam didn’t like the sound of that. She had never been fucked in the ass and never wanted to be. One of her boyfriends had snuck a finger up there once when they were fucking and she had slapped him across the face. No, she didn’t like Slaughter’s idea one bit.

  The girl struggled drunkenly as the two men rolled her to her stomach. She felt Slaughter’s strong hands draw her up to her knees and then push her torso over so that her large breasts were crushed against her upper thighs. “N,no!’ Miriam called out. She tried to move from her position so as to make more difficult the drummer’s access to his target, but Slaughter gave her two mighty blows with his fists on the sides of her thighs. He struck just where the muscles overlapped. The pain was excruciating. “Owwwwwwwww!” Miriam screamed. “Oh, God, you’re hurting me!”

  “This is bullshit,” Slaughter yelled out. “Get something to stuff her gob with!”

  Deke looked around and saw Roxanne’s dainty panties on the floor. He gathered them up into a ball and brought them to Miriam’s unhappy mouth. She was still moaning from the pain. Slaughter had grabbed her arms and brought them behind her and was holding them in place just above her hips in the center of her back with his vice-like left hand. He saw Deke trying to push the underwear past Miriam’s clasped lips. “Come on, do it, man!” Slaughter yelled. He gave Miriam another chop in the thigh with his free right hand and the girl opened her mouth to moan with pain. Deke took the opportunity to stuff the fabric into her oral cavity, stifling the girl’s moan.

  “Keep it stuffed in tight!” Slaughter ordered the guitarist. “She’s gonna squeal like a pig when I stick it in her!”

  Miriam was sobbing with fear and distress. This had gotten way out of hand. For the first time in a while, she looked for her friends. She saw Roxanne, naked and in a fetal position on the left side of the room. She looked like she was asleep. When she looked over at Daphne, she had a real surprise. After she had passed out, Slaughter had taken some cord he had gotten from god knows where and tied the unconscious blond woman up. Her wrists were bound behind her back and her legs were tied together. Her wrists and ankles had then been connected in a hog tie.

  “Oh my god!” Miriam thought as her predicament became clear to her. These guys were crazy! She was no longer having fun.

  “Uuuuuuuuugh!” Miriam protested through the material thickly wadded in her mouth, her blue eyes wide with panic. “Oooooooooooo!”

  Slaughter paid her remonstrances no mind. He looked up at the expectant Deke for a moment. “I gotta get my dick wet first,” he told him and he rubbed the tip of his thick cock along the plump, engorged labia of the young girl. Her slit was moist and ready, in spite of her fear. She gasped when she felt him enter her pussy. He began immediately to saw away at a hurried pace. She felt her lust rise and her hopes followed it. Maybe he would get off in her pussy. That wouldn’t be too bad. If she could just get him off, he might forget about buttfucking her. She squeezed her pussy muscles as tight as she could, trying to clamp down at the rigorous tool that was plowing her from behind. She began to rock her hips to maximize his friction and his stroke.

  “Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!” Slaughter cried out. “She’s a hot one! What a pussy! Oh, yeah!”

  For a little while, Miriam thought that she had circumvented the fate worse than death. Slaughter had a regular, passionate pace going on behind her. For a moment there, she felt like she was about to come.

  But abruptly, Slaughter withdrew his pulsing shaft from her slit and pressed it at the small virgin opening of her ass. Miriam’s eyes widened and she moaned loudly again, a sound that escaped from her stuffed mouth. “He’s going to do it! Oh god, no! No! No!” she thought frantically.

  Slaughter’s hard dick pushed against the little opening. Miriam tried to rise but, keeping his vice-like grip on her wrists behind her, the impassioned man pulled her arms up her back and then pressed her down. The pain on her shoulders was excruciating and Miriam, whining in pain, abandoned her efforts to avoid her impalement.

  The brown circle parted as Slaughter’s cock’s bulbous head breeched its entranceway. He took his time in pressing himself forward. The drummer intended to enjoy every inch of his initial penetration. “Ooooooooh, baby, you’re tight!” he called out as he felt the small, flexible ring expand to permit him passage. Miriam felt the tissues tearing and screamed in pain and fear. It was like a fire in her backside. And the feeling of being pierced there by a long, thick cock was unlike anything she had experienced. She felt filled and expanded and desecrated all at the same time. She could feel the cock go deeper and deeper, all the while rasping across her torn, painful tissues.

  “Ooooowwwww! Op! Oh! Op, leease!” she screamed through her stuffed mouth. But Slaughter was relentless. The feel of the tight ring circling his cock and the deep, heavy warmth of the girl’s bowel was blissful. He loved ass fucking! And he especially loved breaking in new ones.

  When the drummer had finally sunk himself to the hilt in the blond girl’s ass, he gave a huge sigh and began to saw his cock back and forth. The lubrication provided by the girl’s pussy juices enabled his meat to slide in and out with relative ease. Her ass still hurt, but the worst of the pain was over. All that was left now was the humiliation and unhappiness at this cruel invasion together with the strange sensation of the man’s meat deep inside her.

  Deke was watching, his own lusts rising fast. “I’m going to fuck her mouth,” he announced to his band mate and he tore the underwear from between the girl’s lips. Miriam tried to prevent his entry into her mouth by clamping her teeth shut and waving her head back and forth. Her long blond hair sprayed around as she shook her head vigorously. But Deke was having none of that. He grabbed her hair with his fist. His hands were small but strong and he held the rebellious head steady. He pulled on the hair until the girl began to shriek with pain. “Open your fucking mouth, bitch, or I’ll tear you hair out!” Deke warned her. Frantically unhappy, disconsolate at her fate, Miriam reluctantly opened her lips and accepted Deke’s rigid pole.

  “Come on,” Deke told her, “suck it like a good bitch!” as he began to plow her mouth mercilessly. He pushed himself against the back of her oral cavity and into her throat and then out again. Again and again, he pressed his hard cock into her mouth, kneeling in front of her, his back arched in pleasure. The drummer pounded away at her ass, his hard thighs beating a fierce rhythm on her buttocks.

  Miriam moaned and cried as she was assaulted, going “Gaaaaa! Gaaaaa! Gaaaaa!” each time that Deke’s cock struck the back of her throat. It seemed like the men would go on forever. The sensation of her ass being fucked grew stra
nger and stranger as the pain on her stretched anal ring started to turn into a tingle. Finally, the fearsome drummer called out his pleasure in a loud, heavy grunt and he began to pour his spewm deep within her. At the same time, egged on by the sound of his band mate’s pleasure, Deke’s cock exploded, sending a stream of his cum into the young girl’s mouth.

  Meanwhile, Creeper had placed Jana’s lifeless legs over the arms of her chair, exposing her fur covered pussy to his depredations. He tickled the little button on the top and teased the plump nether lips until, involuntarily, the woman’s moisture began to flow.

  “You’re a real slut, Jana,” he told her as he slid two of his fingers deep into her now slippery channel. “How many cocks have you had up there? Ten? Twenty? I bet you get a lot of chances to fuck rock stars, huh? While the ugly little managers have to go home and jerk off!” His face expressed his anger and contempt for the writing professional. “But today it’s going to be different. Today, the manager’s going to get to fuck your precious little twat. And when I come, I’m going to spill it all over your pretty little face.”

  Creeper loosened his pants and drew them and his yellow stained boxer shorts off. He pulled off his Day-Glo Dreams manager’s T-shirt and stood naked before the frozen, distraught young woman. Her mind screamed at her body to obey her, but all she got was a little tremor in her legs, a slight shifting in her arms. Creeper’s cock was skinny, but long. It stood out proudly from his loins, ready to do his dirty work. He grabbed the woman’s thighs and pressed her knees up to her shoulders, positioning her defenseless crevasse for his penetration.

  Max was standing over his shoulder with a glass of vodka in his hand. “Go for broke, Creeper,” he told him. “This slut deserves everything she gets.”