“Mmmmmm,” Patty hummed, her thighs and nipples tingling at the idea. “Yes, it sounds like freedom itself. Let’s go out to the garden, lover, and screw each other into the earth.
Slowly she rose from the bed, her nakedness a delightful enhancement to the moment. Her pubic hair rippled and brushed against her thighs as she staggered uncertainly toward the door. Renault walked next to her, one hand kneading a breast, a nervous state of excitement making his lustful penis leap into full, throbbing erection. Patty fondled the cock as they continued out through the study and into the balmy night air, the cool ground making her toes contract and tingle. They sauntered into the oleanders, following a little path which wound among the shrubbery, lushly grassed clearing with a little fish pond and fountain at one end.
“Here,” he murmured in her ear. “Let’s fuck here.” He slipped his tongue into her mouth and pressed his nudity hard against her, rubbing hips and thighs together, bringing in the rush of openness, a deep tremor of real response from her.
Then she turned, and the sigh which was forming on her lips turned to an expression of shock. For out of the shadowed woods came, one by one, Harold, Pete, George, and Carter. Ugly leers of carnality contorted their drugged faces, and their bare bodies glistened with the sweat of recent perversity.
“What… what is this, Rick?”
“Surprise, Patty. A little surprise party of your very own.”
She heard snickers from the men, and her stomach began to clutch at itself with dread. The numbing influence of the smoking fled with the fear she suddenly experienced, and as she gaped at the surrounding circle of lust-excited males. Perhaps she could take them all on if she were still under marijuana, but now she was completely conscious! At last she managed to say to Renault, “Pl… please, Rick, I beg you, tell me what’s going on?”
“Sure,” Harold said, “tell her, Rick. It was your idea, after all.”
Renault shrugged nonchalantly. “Patty, my dear, you have to understand my position. You see, your friend Marcia was a little careless one evening, I’m afraid. She, ah, posed for some pictures.”
“Pictures? Marcia?”
“Yes. Here, see for yourself.”
For the first time, Patty noticed that Renault was carrying a brown manila envelope in his left hand, and he opened it and took out a set of full color glossy snapshots. One by one Renault handed the photos to Patty, making lewd comments with each one.
“I think there’s enough moonlight for you to be able to see the actions clearly. How’s this one, with her sucking a cock?”
She gasped as she saw Marcia’s mouth stretched wide over a man’s enormous shaft, her lips locked on it as though they were stitched to him. A ripple of sensation passed through Patty as she wondered who was the male with so big a penis as that, for it was much bigger than Frank’s or Val’s or any of the men’s assembled here. She flipped guiltily to the next one, which was of her friend sitting on a couch with her legs spread wide apart and she could see the man was kneeling between her thighs, his tongue clearly curling into the spread vaginal lips. And again, she could feel a slight involuntary moistness beginning in her own cunt and her hands began to shake as the emotions on Marcia’s face transmitted themselves to her own body.
“Look, Patty,” Renault added. “She’s really enjoying it, isn’t she?”
“Yes, yes she is,” Patty breathed as her eyes locked on yet another pose. Marcia was on a bed with her legs wide apart and a man between them, clearly Val Robbins, his cock sunk all the way her open vagina. The camera angle was able to pick up the thick member disappearing into the soft, hair-fringed folds of her cunt, with only a tiny portion of it showing wet and purplish. Marcia’s expression was one of depravity and ecstasy. Patty squirmed slightly, pressing her legs together to hold down the fire which was brewing deep in her loins.
“These are terrible, Rick,” she said hoarsely. “I’m sure Marcia never knew they were being taken, for she’d never consent to doing that in front of a camera.”
Renault took the pictures back and replaced them in the envelope. “True, she didn’t know. But the facts are they were taken, and I’ve been offered a considerable amount of money for them. Just think of the thousands of men; dirty, greasy old men masturbating in their fly-specked hotel rooms with a bottle of wine and these pictures. Your Marcia will be nationally famous, my dear!”
“But… what has that got to do with me?”
“These men have kindly decided to buy the pictures from me for the same amount I was offered. Each one is going to chip in a fourth, but in return, they each want you. Not singly, not over a period of time, but now, all at once, in an old fashioned gang-bang. I said you might do it… for your friend’s benefit.”
“You can’t be serious!” she flared. “You must be mad!”
“Well, if you really don’t want to, we won’t force you, but if you want to keep Marcia, poor, dumb Marcia, from such notoriety, then you’d best cooperate. Can you imagine what it would be like to have her husband get hold of this set? Say maybe from one of his buddies who happened to buy them?"
Patty’s blood boiled. She could have flung herself at Renault and scratched his eyes out, but then her thoughts went back to Marcia. She began to cool down a little as she considered the consequences of those pictures. Marcia would be ruined.
“You’re not exactly giving up anything, anyway, Patty,” Renault said. “After all, you’d probably get around to sleeping with each of these gentlemen sooner or later anyway.”
Patty moaned at his words, and tears of humiliation and sorrow began to roll down her cheeks. Renault’s words were all too true. She was little more than a prostitute lately, screwing any man who came along. She wasn’t worth saving, but Marcia was, and maybe this one act of evil might somehow result in good. She looked around at the clustered men, staring at their waiting nakedness and she was filled with overwhelming self-loathing.
She tried to speak, but words escaped her. Her tear-wet eyes again traveled over the assemblage, but no mercy was shown, and she realized that there was nothing she could do except submit: She was alone, and would probably be forced to let them fuck her even if she didn’t agree, and so silently she lowered herself to the soft earth arid arranged herself on her back, spread-eagled. She glanced up at the naked body of Rick Renault, who stood with his hand on his hips, his wrinkled penis erect and hovering menacingly, his hairy sac hanging like a water filled balloon at its base.
“All right,” she whimpered in a strange, defeated tone. “Do it to me. All of you, if that’s what you want!”
The men closed in, forming a tight circle above her, and she watched in wild-eyed agony as they bent over her to drink in the moonlit nakedness of her loveliness, their lust twisted faces unbelievable visages of desire. She could barely breathe with the air so filled with the pungency of their rigid genitals, and for a moment she thought she might faint from the odor, and hoped she would.
Renault started to kneel, his hands groping toward her breasts with a clawlike grab, but then Pete caught him and said, “Wait a minute, Rick.” His eyes were on Patty as he talked, beady with perversion and excitement. “You’ve had her before. We haven’t. Let me fuck her first.”
‘‘No, I…"
“Yes, Rick,” broke in Pete’s manager, Harold. “Let Fugazi go down on her first. I want to see her face when he does.”
“Yeah, let him have her,” chimed in Carter.
Renault grinned and stood up. “All right, big one. But leave some for the others, though.”
Patty froze in terror as the bald fighter dropped to his knees between her widespread thighs, his nose quivering and his lips licking at the feast of her sparsely fleeced loins. Then his head moved down between her spread thighs, and Patty moaned as she realized he was about to plunder her cunt in full view of everybody. Oh God, if only she had the marijuana maybe she could stand it, but not like this, not fully conscious, even she hadn’t sunk that low!