"Sex shows…?" June quavered weakly. "You mean my sister…?"
"Yeah, she acts in 'em, babe," Pimple Face sneered. "She has to, you better believe it. These guys don't fool around. She don't do right, she ends up in a concrete wedding gown on the bottom of the river. If you got money, you can buy 'em off, but if you don't, there's only one way to get her out'a this mess…" He paused sadistically, enjoying the miserable expression on June's face. "Only one way," he repeated. "You take her place!"
"What!" June clutched her glass and took a long swallow of the potent mixture.
"And for my part in the deal," Pimple Face went on, "I guess I'll just have to take it out in trade. Where do ya want me to fuck ya, babe? Up the ass or in the mouth?"
June was so stunned by the news of the predicament Tiffany had gotten herself into that she didn't really take in the last thing the repulsive creature said. It was hard to believe such things could occur in a civilized country in the twentieth century, but she had read that there were still gangs of men who controlled prostitutes and the awful things they did to the girls if they didn't cooperate, so why not with the poor people in these sex shows. God, what had Tiffany gotten into and how was she going to get her out of it?
Abruptly all the resentment and ill feeling she had harbored against her sister ever since she had caught her with Cliff on the porch that afternoon vanished from her heart, and all she felt was pity and loyalty and, of course, responsibility. She had to get Tiffany out of this mess but she couldn't take her place. It just wasn't possible!
Why not? another part of her mind nagged her. You're older and stronger and smarter than your little sister. You might be able to figure a way out of the situation that she never could…
In a flash June saw the solution. Her heart raced and she drained her drink in one long gulp to hide her exultation. She knew what she would do! When she felt sufficiently calm, she looked up at Pimple Face and said in a deliberately subdued and weepy voice, "All right, I'll do it. I'll take her place."
"Okay, babe. Now what about me?" The implacable man fingered his already bulging crotch suggestively. "I don't put you in contact with your sister until I get my commission. So which way do ya want it, kid?" He nodded toward the photographs.
The queasy feeling in June's stomach was so strong she almost gagged, but her mind was made up. She was going to save her baby sister, and nothing was going to stop her… not even THAT! And it certainly wasn't hard to make a choice. With a little quaking tremor deep in her bowels as she remembered how her father's cane had felt up her rectum, she pointed to the picture of Tiffany and the satyr. At least that way she wouldn't have to see the man's horrible pimply face. She just hoped he didn't have some awful disease. She started to leave the kitchen, but he grabbed her around the waist, and she saw that he was already yanking at his belt.
"We don't have to go nowhere, babe. The kitchen floor will do just fine. Just kneel down there and stick that hot little ass up in the air where Big Daddy can get at it." He leered evilly at her, and June noticed with relief that at least he had nice healthy white teeth. In fact if it wasn't for those horrible pimples all over his face he would be quite good-looking. His hand swarmed suddenly up under her skirt to cup one of her buttocks and she could feel his fingers sliding down her anal crack toward her pussy where he teased her pubic hairs which were still caked and crusted with her dried cum juices from last night. She blushed crimson at the memory of the unwanted but extraordinary climax Axel had brought her to. She'd been trying to block it from her mind ever since she woke up, but now it flooded back over her. In spite of herself her breath began to come faster as Pimple Face pushed his hand farther along her cuntal furrow until he found her hot, hardening little clitoris.
"No panties, eh babe?" he whispered in her ear. "I'm sorry ya hadda wait, kid. It feels like there was some action down there last night, but I guess you're ready for more, huh? Try this on for size." She heard the sound of a zipper, then her hand was guided to his hotly throbbing penis which had popped fully erect into the air. When she felt its surprising girth with her long supple fingers, she couldn't help but look down at it, even though she had resolved not to. God, it was long! Maybe not quite as big around as Axel's but probably even longer although this man was nowhere as tall as Borman. Height must not have anything to do with it, she thought distractedly, gazing in morbid fascination down at the bulging purplish head with its rim which flared out from the long hard shaft like the head of an aroused cobra. God, it was going to hurt! It was at least three times as thick as her father's cane which she had carefully vaselined beforehand… and much, much longer than the paltry three or four inches of cane she had managed to ram up herself before the pain stopped her. It didn't seem humanly possible to take that much hard flesh up inside her rectum. She didn't believe he could even get it in!
"Let's get it over with," she muttered thickly, dropping her skirt on the floor. Pimple Face's finger tweaking her clitoris had already started flickers of pleasure in the insatiable little bud, and all she wanted to feel was pain in her martyrdom for her sister. But even as she knelt down on her skirt to save her knees from the hard kitchen tiles and leaned forward on her elbows, she felt a flutter of excitement at the idea of being sodomized in this humiliating position like some scullery maid in times of old. She heard Pimple Face kick off his shoes and pull down his pants. Then he was kneeling behind her.
As Jock — because Pimple Face was Jock, of course, in what he considered one of his better disguises — gazed down at the beautiful white moons of June's unblemished ass-cheeks and at the virginal little anus offered so provocatively up to him, he hoisted a mental toast to Axel's good taste and judgment. His friend had told him that morning over the phone about the events of the night before, but Jock had thought he might be exaggerating June's beauty and the passionateness of her responses. Not so, he now realized. He hadn't missed the undeniable quivers of excitement that shot through her ripe young body when he touched her erect little clitoris nor the speed with which it had doubled in size. No, hell, no, Axel hadn't exaggerated. If anything, his description of the curvaceous raven-haired girl was an understatement.
Just as a sculptor might contemplate a block of virgin marble before attacking it with hammer and chisel, Jock allowed himself another moment of purely esthetic appreciation of June's voluptuous symmetry before he slipped back into the role of Pimple Face, the sadistic delivery man.
"Let's see those tits down there!" he snarled, reaching around June's nakedly offered buttocks to rip her blouse open, sending the buttons flying every which way. Then he began to maul the luscious mounds of resilient flesh like a madman, tweaking and pinching the ruby-red nipples between his fingers until June had to bite her lower lip to keep from whimpering. Not that what he was doing hurt so much, there were little jolts of pleasure too, but it made her feel so helpless to be manhandled that way while she was crouched down in such a passive slavish position. She cambered her back so that her ass-cheeks were tilted up even higher in the air in the hope that it would tempt him to start his nasty business. Sure enough, his hands left her breasts and flew down to her ripely rounded buttocks where one began to knead and mangle the soft flesh around her anus while the other worked its way up between her thighs and parted her sparse pussy hairs until it found the now rapidly moistening entrance to her vagina. His outstretched middle finger was inserted there, then drawn up her sweating anal crevice to swab and lubricate the puckered sphincter ring guarding her rectum. This process was repeated several times, sending little tingles of apprehension scurrying out from the tiny sensitive hole each time. God, if he would only get on with it! She gulped and bucked slightly when she felt the finger finally slip through the tight elastic ring and push up into her fearfully cringing rectal canal where it began to widen the hot spongy flesh sheathing it. It hurt, of course, but not any more than the cane had… and feeling it move up there… just the idea that someone else was doing it to her… telegraphed a message of weird unnatural pleasure to her protesting brain. There was no help for it! Something in the kneeling dark-haired girl enjoyed being debased, whether by herself or someone else — even this repulsive man. More by this repulsive man, she realized, as the reaming motion of his finger in her most secret parts gradually increased the radius of the irritating but tantalizing stimulus she was feeling. She looked back between her ripely swinging breasts and saw his long pulsating penis pointing up toward her tummy with a drop of semen glistening in the slit at the end and his large pendulous balls jiggling beneath it.