by Ray Gordon
'She was here,' one girl said. 'But Fowler came and took her, and Mandy.'
'Get out of my house!' Sharon ordered angrily, flinging the door open.
'Release these girls!' Mike returned.
'No, I won't! Now, get out!'
Grabbing Sharon's arm, Mike dragged her through the doorway and into the adjoining room. 'You'll tell me everything you know!' he demanded, throwing her onto the bed. 'Everything!'
'I'll tell you nothing!' she snarled, noticing his eyes feasting on her panties, just visible beneath her miniskirt. 'Don't you dare touch me!' she warned as he moved towards the bed, his eyes still transfixed by the silk-covered mound between her legs.
To no avail Sharon struggled to free herself from his grip as he pinned her to the bed and tugged at her panties, pulling them down to reveal her wet slit, glistening with her juices.
Please, don't!' she begged. 'I'm a virgin, please!'
'I don't care what you are! You'll tell me all you know or I'll fuck it out of you!'
'No, please leave me alone!'
Ripping her panties from her quivering body, Mike thrust three fingers deep into the hotness of Sharon's wet vagina. 'Where's Fowler going?' he demanded as he managed to push a fourth finger into her trembling body.
'I don't know! Please, leave me alone!'
Relinquishing his fingers, he tugged his trousers down to expose his rampant erection to Sharon's wide eyes. 'Unless you tell me where Fowler went, I'll ram this inside your cunt!' he threatened, taking up position between her thighs.
Sharon gazed at the massive organ as it neared her wet vaginal slit and began to prod between her pinken folds. 'Well?' Mike asked, the silky knob of his penis now absorbing the heat of her tight hole. Lying back on the bed, her eyes closed, Sharon smiled slightly as he pushed his penis further into her vagina and repeated his demand. 'Where has Fowler gone?'
Arching her back, she said nothing as Mike rammed her young body, driving her up the bed with each merciless thrust of his insatiable male organ. He'd never have thought that the hunt for his sister would bring him such beautiful, and only too willing, young girls. He pictured the naked girls in the other bedroom and imagined taking them all in turn, using their shapely young bodies for his pleasure - licking their tight vaginal cracks, pressing his penis into the hot wet holes of love between their milk-white thighs. 'You first!' he thought aloud, his balls smacking Sharon's tight arse.
Pulling her top up, Sharon lifted her bra from her fresh firm breasts and began to fondle her elongated nipples. 'Ah, yes,' she gasped as her cunt muscles tightened around her male prize. 'Do it to me hard!'
Delighting in her words of lust, Mike moved her hands aside and pinched her erect nipples. 'You like being fucked hard, then?' he gasped.
'God, yes!' she breathed. 'Do my bottom-hole next!'
The mere thought of trespassing into such fresh, private pasture swelled his penis and he pumped his sperm deep into her now spasming pussy sheath. 'You're a filthy girl!' he panted as he thrust in time with his pulsing knob. 'Filthy tart! Dirty girl! How many cocks has your dirty little cunt sucked sperm from?'
'Hundreds!' she cried as her body became rigid in the grips of her climax. 'Hundreds! And I've had girls, too!'
All thoughts of Fowler and Heidi faded as Mike crudely rammed the girl's cervix, unaware that Fowler had so recently enjoyed her - and his sister. But he cared little for anything else in that moment of lust.
Finally collapsing over the girl's heaving breasts, he slipped his penis from her vaginal heaven and rested, wondering about the girls in the adjoining bedroom. Sharon wiggled under the weight of his body, trying to clamber from beneath him. 'My bottom!' she exclaimed. 'I want you to do my bottom!'
Lifting himself up on his hands, Mike gazed into her deep blue eyes and smiled. 'Turn over, then,' he whispered, remembering Julia, more than eager to re-enact the joy of sinking his rod into a girl's tight bottom-hole. With relish, she rolled over and brought her buttocks up, parting the pale crescents with her hands to present her tiny opening to his disbelieving gaze.
'In there!' she instructed. 'Hard in there!'
Pulling back the loose skin covering his hard knob, Mike presented the end of his shaft to the circlet of brown tissue and pushed. 'It won't go in,' he breathed.
'Yes, it will! Keep pushing!' she encouraged him, parting her buttocks further with her hands.
Suddenly, the bulbous head disappeared into her tight hole. 'God, that's good!' he gasped, looking at the delicate brown tissue stretched around his thick shaft.
'Push!' Sharon cried, moving her hips back to sink his rod into her hot bowels.
Mike watched in awe as his penis slowly slipped into her tight tube until his ample balls came to rest against the swell of her bloated vaginal lips. 'Now fuck my bottom hard!' the girl pleaded, her hips gyrating to rub her inner warmth against the solid shaft buried within her bowels. 'Good, that's good!' she whimpered as he slipped his member in and out of her tightening anal sheath. 'Ah, yes, that's it, harder, harder! Stuff your fingers into my cunt and fuck me there, too!'
Reaching under his balls, he located the hot entrance to her vagina and pushed his fingers into the slippery wetness. Releasing her buttocks, Sharon groped between her swollen pussy lips and massaged her already rock-hard nodule, gasping her delight as her holes were stuffed full to capacity. 'God, you're wet!' Mike gasped as her muscles gripped his fingers and her girl-juice flowed to lubricate the coupling.
Sharon's spasming bottom massaging his knob, Mike quickly neared his climax, gasping a running commentary in the form of expletives as he rammed her time and time again. 'You've a sweet little bottom! I'm fucking your arse! And now I'm going to come inside you and fill your bum with my gushing sperm!'
'God, yes - fuck my arse!' came her obscene plea as her clitoris exploded beneath her massaging fingertips.
Her entire body shuddering, Sharon raised her head from the pillow and rammed her hips back and forth to meet the thrusts of Mike's plunging penis. Grunting with every deep shafting of her velveteen tube, he spurted his sperm into her quivering body to her squeals of gratification.
'Fuck me harder!' Sharon demanded as she rode on the crest of her climax. Mike made his last desperate thrusts, draining his balls, before collapsing over her back.
'God, you're good!' he complimented her, basking in the heat of her full bottom-hole.
'Don't take it out!' she begged as he began to withdraw his flagging penis. 'Fuck me again!'
'I can't!' he replied as he tried to push his rod home again. 'Then make me come with your tongue,' she breathed, pulling herself from his penis and rolling over.
Confronting Sharon's open crack, Mike leaned forward and tasted the globules of honey-dew spattered over her glistening pussy lips. Parting the soft folds, he popped out her clitoris and expertly teased it with his slippery tongue.
'Lick it harder!' she ordered, her slender fingers now pulling her vaginal lips apart until he thought she'd tear herself wide open. 'That's it, just there!'
Sharon's perspiring body became rigid as her orgasm quickly welled up from her contracting womb and erupted from her clitoris. Breathing heavily, she opened her legs wider to allow Mike better access to her inflamed and pulsating nodule, her cream decanting from her gaping vaginal sheath, she gasped her instructions of female lust. 'Finger my cunt!' Suck my clit!
Responding, Mike pushed four fingers into her hot spasming hole and massaged the creamy inner flesh as he sucked hard on her clitoris to bring out every last ripple of sex from her cum-bud.
'Yes, yes!' Sharon breathed gratefully as her body calmed and her mind descended from an incredible sexual high. 'That was heavenly! You certainly know how to pleasure a girl's cunt!'
Slipping his fingers from her drenched vagina, Mike gazed at the young girl in wonderment of her insatiable lust. 'Do my bum again!' she demanded greedily. Mike looked down to his flaccid penis and shook his head.
'Sorry, no can do, I'm afr
aid.'
'Pity,' she said sadly. 'I've only just started to enjoy myself.'
'Where's Fowler taken my sister?' Mike asked, suddenly remembering the original reason for his visit.
Sharon's big blue eyes gazed up at him. 'I honestly don't know,' she replied as Mike climbed from the bed and zipped up his trousers. 'Why don't you stay with me for a while?' she added softly, parting her legs and running her fingers up the length of her oily valley. 'I could get one of the girls in here and we'll have you up and ready in no time,' she added. Mike smiled as he moved towards the door.
'I can't, I'm afraid, but I'll be back, I promise you that.'
'Are you going to free the girls?'
'Yes, I have to, Sharon.'
'Then I'll have no one to play with!'
Following Mike to the adjoining bedroom, Sharon leaned on the door frame and watched him unchain the girls. 'I'll be very lonely,' she said as they dressed. 'I don't suppose any of you want to stay?'
'I will,' a young auburn-haired girl smiled.
'There, now you won't be lonely,' Mike said comfortingly as he passed Sharon in the doorway. 'I'll come and see you again - both of you.'
'If you promise to come and see me again, I might just remember something that Fowler said!' Sharon called as Mike opened the front door.
'I doubt it, but I'll come back and see!'
Making his way back to his cottage, Mike's thoughts turned to his sister. She'd be landing in Brazil soon, and he was no nearer to rescuing her than he'd ever been. Too late to do anything now, he thought sadly, wishing he'd approached Emily for help long ago.
'Did you manage to get hold of your father?' he asked Rebecca as he walked into the lounge.
'No, not yet,' she smiled.
'How did you get on? You've been a hell of a long time!' Emily said accusingly, images of Mike's hard penis slipping in and out of another girl's body filling her mind.
'No luck, I'm afraid. I, er... I saw the girl, Sharon. Apparently Heidi was there, but Fowler took her. And another girl.'
'Who was the other girl?' Julia asked.
'Er... Mandy, I think, why?'
I was in the centre for some time. I just wondered if it was anyone I knew.'
'Do you know her?'
'No, the name doesn't ring a bell. So, now what do we do?'
'Eat something,' Mike said. 'I'm starving!'
Following him into the kitchen, Emily enquired if he'd enjoyed taking the girl at Hammond's house. 'Yes, I can't deny that I did enjoy it,' he replied honestly. 'And you obviously enjoyed your time with her! Done that sort of thing before, have you?'
Emily lowered her eyes. 'Yes, with Hannah. We...'
'It's all right, you don't have to explain, Emily. To be honest, I'm not ready to settle down yet. But we were good together, you and me, weren't we?'
'Very,' she said softly. 'Did you make love to the girl you've just been to see?'
'Why do you ask that?'
'Because I know that look in your eye. Can we sleep together tonight? I need someone. You. I mean...'
'We can sleep together as often as you want. I suppose if, I mean, when Hannah returns, you'll...'
'Yes, I'll go to her. I love her. Anyway, thanks Mike. You're a good friend.'
'Don't thank me! Good God, I should be thanking you! A beautiful young girl like you, and you're thanking me for making love to you? God, you could have anyone - anyone!'
Helping Mike to prepare the meal, Emily thought of Hannah and all the things they'd gone through together. She'd fly to Rio and find her if she had to, she thought, wondering at her overwhelming love for another woman.
'How long does it take to get to Rio, by sea, I mean?' she asked Mike.
'I don't know. The ships are pretty fast these days. A week, maybe? Why do you ask?'
'No reason, really. I suppose I was just wondering how long Hannah had to be cooped up in a filthy container. And how well she's getting on with the other girls. Not too well, I hope!'
Chapter Fifteen
For several days Emily and the group had mooched around, kicking their heels, unable to do anything for Hannah and the girls aboard the ship. Rebecca had been in touch with her father but his only suggestion had been that they wait.
'Wait for what?' she'd asked angrily.
'Until we get word from Rio,' Evans had replied mysteriously, giving a hint, at least, that he was doing something to help after all. Fowler had taken Heidi and Mandy to a large verandahed house on the lower slopes of the jungle-covered mountains just outside Rio, where he'd chained them to a wall in the basement. Working day and night, he'd soon transformed the basement into his chamber of sexual torture, where, he fancied, the girls would spend the rest of their useful sexual lives. What would happen when they were too slack, as Fowler put it, they didn't know. But he had assured them that they would never again be free.
Fowler's perverted thinking had broadened now that he was free to do exactly as he wished. He'd designed and built a seat for sex, as he'd aptly named it. Consisting of two hinged planks of wood forming a V, the victim would sit with her legs strapped to the planks and lie back on the reclining 'chair'. By increasing the angle of the planks, her thighs would open, exposing her fleshy intimacy ready for Fowler's use whenever he desired.
Another new invention was a long wooden pole, fixed horizontally between two walls, beneath which he'd set rings in the floor. The girls would bend over the pole, hands and feet chained to the steel rings, their buttocks spread, forming a row of exposed bottom-holes, a line of pink slits for Fowler to pleasure himself and fill in turn with sperm.
'I'm expecting the girls to arrive today,' he announced to Heidi and Mandy as he entered the basement. 'Everything's gone to plan, so you'll all be together again very soon now. We've a while to wait yet, so let's have some fun, shall we?'
Releasing Heidi from the wall, Fowler walked her to a table with a two-foot hole cut in the centre. Tying her naked body down, he crawled under the table and sat on a small chair. The girl looked down between her firm rounded breasts as the beast's head emerged through the hole, his face only inches from her insultingly exposed womanhood.
'You look nice this morning, my dear,' he complimented her, parting Heidi's fleshy cunt-lip cushions with his fingers. 'I hope you're going to make lots of juice for me today as I'm particularly thirsty,' he added, licking the stretched pink flesh.
Heidi turned her head to look at Mandy, chained to the wall, waiting for her turn of abuse. They smiled at each other by of reassurance, both understanding that their fate was sealed. This was it, now - their life.
'I'll be starting a points system when the others arrive,' Fowler divulged as he pushed his fingers into the girl's vaginal canal. 'The more slippery sex-juice you make, the better the food will be for you. The more you come, and I mean really come, the better your sleeping conditions will be. The girls who expertly suck my knob and beg to drink my sperm will earn such treats as walking out with me. To sum up, the better you are at sex, the better off you'll be! And for those who displease me... Well, you'll see what happens to them.'
Standing up between Heidi's legs, Fowler pulled out his penis and ran his hard knob up and down the girl's pink valley. 'I see no juice yet,' he scolded, pushing his knob into her hot hole. 'I hope you're not too hungry, because at this rate you won't be eating much today!'
Slipping his shaft from her tight sheath, Fowler grinned wickedly at the girl. She watched him with fear in her eyes as he climbed out from under the table and left the basement.
'When the others arrive, there'll be a chance of overpowering him,' Mandy observed optimistically.
'I doubt it!' Heidi returned. 'He'll make sure that no more than a couple of us are unchained at any one time, won't he?'
'It might only take two of us to floor him. If we play along with him, make out that we're really enjoying it, he might become careless. If we pleasure him, make juice, as the bastard puts it, he may well allow two, or even three of us
to...'
Walking down the basement steps clutching a bunch of bananas, Fowler's narrow eyes glinted with mischief. 'Talking of food, I'm rather hungry myself,' he chuckled, emerging through the hole in the table. 'There's no shortage of bananas in this country. Perhaps you'd like one, Heidi? They're not quite ripe, rather on the hard side, too - but very long!'
The girl's large blue eyes opened wider as Fowler slowly peeled a long thick banana. 'Well, do you want one?' he repeated. Heidi turned to Mandy and smiled. Remembering her words, she looked to Fowler again and nodded. 'Good! I knew you were hungry!' he laughed, pushing the fruit between her swollen vaginal lips. Gazing down over her flat stomach, she watched the banana sink into her body, filling her with its hard coolness until it came to rest against her cervix.
Ripping another banana from the bunch, his eyes looking into the girl's for her reaction, he slowly peeled off the green skin. 'Another one?' he asked, presenting the cool tip to her stretched opening. She grimaced as the phallus slipped in alongside the first, swelling her pussy until it, too, nudged her womb.
His eyes locked onto hers as he peeled a third banana. 'And another one!' he laughed, looking down to her puffed outer lips, already encompassing the white shafts to capacity. Mandy gasped as she watched Fowler attempt to push the third banana into Heidi's bloated vagina, knowing this was a man of no boundaries, no limits.
'No more, please!' Heidi begged as he managed to sink the entire length of the banana into her hole.
'No more? But I thought you were hungry, my dear?' he taunted, peeling the fourth fruit.
'No, please!'
'Come, come! You'd like another one, surely?' he laughed, opening her lips and trying to force the banana into her distended cavern.
'No! I can't take it!' Heidi gasped.
'Just look at your pretty pussy lips, my dear! They're stretched open so wide, clinging to the bananas beautifully! Now don't be so ungrateful! You turn your nose up at food now, and you'll be offered no more!'
Her fists clenched, Heidi screwed her eyes shut as Fowler tried to force the fourth banana alongside the others, almost tearing the delicate flesh on her taut inner lips.